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pileofmush · 20 days

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you don't know what i deserve .·:*¨ ¨*:·..·:*¨ ¨*:·..·:*¨ ¨*:·.

ft. okkotsu yuuta

it’s 1 a.m. on the fifteenth of February and there’s a corpse on your kitchen floor. still fresh: odorless and warm to the touch. you're on your own—just you and the dead body.

info : ̗̀➛ tags: gn!reader, neighbor au, strangers to lovers, yuuta & reader are a little strange, happy ending // cw: death, light angst, vulgar language, canon-typical violence...but pretty mild imo

thoughts : ̗̀➛ helllooo. back on my bullshit. let's call this a very belated birthday present to my beloved <3 // read this on ao3

wc : ̗̀➛ 5.1k

The human body contains a shit ton of blood.

Which is not something you think about often, but now you are forced to confront this fact in real-time. People… have a lot of blood.

And it stains. No matter how many times you wash your hands. There are still flakes of blood wedged underneath your fingernails. Part of you thinks it'll never go away.

...And then there's Sailor Moon.

“I am the pretty guardian who fights for love and justice! I am Sailor Moon! And now, in the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!”

Cue trumpets and flashy poses; the makings of a battle. Your comfort anime blares in the background of a morbid scene, the flickering TV casting a soft glow on a sight that will inevitably haunt your nightmares.

Because it's 1 a.m. on the fifteenth of February and there’s a corpse on your kitchen floor. Still fresh: odorless and warm to the touch. You pace in your tiny living room, unsure of what to do, of how to proceed. The pretty Sailor Guardians won’t save you now. You’re on your own. Just you and the dead body.

How romantic.

The chill from outside has swept into your apartment thanks to that annoying fucking prick who left your window open. Honestly, people these days have no decency. The least he could’ve done was close your shutters after tumbling through your bedroom window like a deranged acrobat. Now you’re, like, moderately cold.

“What a fucking mess,” you sigh.

Blood seeps into the earthy Persian rug that you got for half-price at a flea market a few months ago. It’s dark; puddling, like... like a knocked-over glass of chocolate milk, spilled all over the kitchen table. Or, maybe chocolate syrup would be more apt. It doesn’t matter, though. You can always get a new rug. You know, if you make it out of this situation of yours intact and not in a dingy prison cell for homicide.

Hmm. You might be sorta kinda screwed.

The police, of course, are out of the question. No matter your side of the story, it wouldn’t hold up in trial. No, no, no. A foreigner murdering a Japanese citizen? Even if it was in self-defense, it wouldn’t matter. Forget prison—you’ll probably be hanged.

So, you could run… But you probably wouldn’t get far. Or, you could do what every naive murderer in the movie about karmic retribution does and try your darnedest to get away with it.

“Option two it is!” you quit pacing and announce to the room. Thankfully, the body doesn’t respond.

A weak knock at the door sounds off—a gunshot. Your heart stalls, your head snapping to the entrance of the apartment. Who the hell is at your door? The person at the door knocks a second time, a little bit more insistently, and you start to sweat. “Hello, is everything alright? I—I heard a scream.”

You step up to the peephole and squint. A mild-looking man shuffles his feet outside your door. It’s your next-door neighbor, bathed in the ugly yellow lighting of your apartment complex. He smiles like he knows that you can see him.

This… isn’t ideal. You could choose to not answer him, but that probably wouldn’t work. What if he called the police? You take a breath. “Everything’s fine,” you call out.

The man’s smile freezes in place, somehow more eerie than a frown; his hands burrow deeper into his pockets. “Oh!” he says. “Are… Are you sure?”

You turn away from the peephole, a little unnerved. “Yeah, why?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, but I heard a lot more than a single scream.”

A slow, dreadful feeling starts to seep into your gut. “Pardon?”

There’s a pause. You swallow.

“These walls are thin.”

Fuck. He knows. Oh God, he knows.

No—that’s impossible. You were the only one to scream. Yasuhiro… He didn’t get the chance to. So this is just a concerned neighbor checking in on you. Nothing more, nothing less. You can prove it, prove that you’re okay.

You open the door a smidge so that you can peek through, then step outside and shut the door behind you. Your neighbor, what’s his name again? Okkotsu, right? Okkotsu’s brows lift at the sight of you, then relax. He’s wearing a plain white tee and a pair of grey sweats that should probably be criminal in Japan. His eyes flicker up and down your frame. You suppress a shiver.

“Just a horror movie,” you broach, offering him a polite smile. “I’m an easy fright.”

Okkotsu pulls a hand out of his pocket to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. His gentle smile has dimmed. “I’m not sure I believe you,” he says in an apologetic tone.

You both notice the tremor that runs through your body. Nosy fucking neighbors and their lack of sense when it comes to minding their own business. You stare mulishly at the floor. His shoes are simple. Black; scuffed. His left foot taps once against the floor. Whatever. You don't have to answer to him. Gathering up your resolve, you start to speak. “Listen, Okkotsu-san,” you say but are cut off quickly.

“Is that blood?”

That makes you freeze, eyes glued to the floor. A cold set of fingers dips under your chin and gently lifts it. Your gaze meets his: two pools of an endless, starless night. It flickers to a spot beside your ear knowingly and you reach for it.

He’s right. Blood sticks to your fingers, not yet dry. Lurking in the crevice behind your ear. You missed a spot.

“Well spotted.” It’s fruitless to lie now. You know it, he knows it. Now it’s a matter of who’ll crack first.

“Are you… Are you injured?”

Physically? No. Psychiatrically? Well, you just murdered a man, so.

“I’m unharmed.”

Okkotsu blinks owlishly. “Is that so?” He murmurs curiously, tilting your head to the side to observe the blood staining your skin.

You readjust your head and mimic him, blinking slowly. “Okkotsu—”

“Yuuta,” he interrupts.

You blink again. For such a mild, polite-seeming boy, he really is quite rude. And confusing. And terrifying. And you kinda sort of want him to die. “Okkotsu-san” you repeat. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

Okkotsu Yuuta’s smile returns, and it’s dangerously innocuous. He breathes your name out like a question. Starless eyes wander to your front door, then go back to studying your own. “Can I come inside?” he asks, quietly.

Everything stills, even your heart. You’re not quite certain you’re alive, when you ask, dubiously, “The apartment?”

Okkotsu just smiles.

You let Okkotsu come inside.

Which is absolutely fucking insane, but you have a feeling that your neighbor’s worse off than you are, and that’s truly saying something.

You hear him lock the door behind you before you start. Silently, you lead him past your living room, past Tsukino Usagi flying down the sidewalk on the way to school—the start of another episode, then—past your browning house plant hanging from the ceiling, into your quaint kitchen.

It’s nothing special. A small green stove with two bunsen burners on top. A sink; limited counter space. A couple of peeling cabinets. Tied in together with a white backsplash, shifting colors with each flicker of the TV. To the side, a small table sits, with two mismatched chairs tucked into it.

Oh, and there’s the dead body, too. Practically dribbling blood, painting your discounted rug muddy red and the surrounding blue tile purple.

Okkotsu lets out a soft sigh. “What a mess.”

You consider him from the corner of your eye. “That’s what I said,” you frown.

He shrugs, still looking at poor, dead, Yasuhiro. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Yeaaaah. It’s true.

A giggle escapes you, the reality of the situation finally hitting you. “Fuck,” you whisper in between the giggles. “I’m fucked.” It’s true. Utterly and thoroughly—no condom used.

“Not yet,” you barely hear him say over the fracturing of your composure. This is impossible. You killed a man tonight, then showed a stranger the corpse. You’re an idiot. You’re a freak. You can’t hide a dead body. You really might as well bend over and get it over with. Fuck.

Hands gripping your knees, you struggle to catch your breath. When did you lose it? Ah, who cares? Dead. You’re dead. The noose is looped around your hollowed throat, tightening by the second. Perhaps there’ll be two corpses on your kitchen floor by the time the sun is up. Perhaps you should’ve just let him kill—

“Breathe with me,” Okkotsu mutters, right in front of you, long hands gingerly clutching your shoulders. Which is strange. You had no idea he got so close. His thumbs swipe up and down, around and around, and you are flummoxed. But Okkotsu is patient, his chest compressing and expanding with each measured breath, and you are compelled to follow him. Slowly, you come down from your panicked high. You let out a shaky breath, eyes sliding back to the imposing guest in your apartment. The other imposing guest in your apartment.

The body in front of you lays eerily still, impervious to your mini breakdown. It’s not purple, or rotting, or excreting out the last remaining fluids left in its underwhelming husk. It’s just—laying there. Laying, not lying, because it is no longer a breathing thing that rests; now an object to be placed. Dehumanized, in every way. Then again, what is dehumanization if not just another word for murder? What is murder, if not just the taking away of a person’s autonomy? Dead bodies can’t rest. It will never lie again.

The dead body lays.

And you wonder for how much longer you’ll keep your own autonomy.

When do the dead start to attract flies? Realistically, you know it can range from a day to a few days for a decomposing body to become…obscene, depending on the environmental conditions. It hasn’t even been a few hours. You doubt flies will start buzzing around any time soon. If you move to crouch down and touch it, it’ll probably still be warm.

The swipe of a thumb over your shoulder brings your awareness back to your neighbor.

“Why are you helping me?” You ask, wiping the tears that have beaded up in the corners of your eyes. Your breathing is steadier now, but you’re still trembling. That damn window is still open.

The hands on your shoulders release, and you look up to gauge his thoughts. He’s frowning. His eyes cloud, then sharpen: lightning against a black sky. “You need to get rid of the body, don’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but you nod anyway.

“Then we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry. I bet we’ll be done before dawn.”

He makes to walk away but you stay rooted to your spot, trying to figure out why this strange, strange neighbor of yours who makes friends with stray cats and tends to the apartment garden is willing to become an accomplice of murder for you.

“Okkotsu, are… Are you in love with me or something?”

Your neighbor stops, then snorts, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He turns back to face you. A soft pout lies on his lips as he skillfully evades your question with a request of his own. “Hey, if you’re gonna ask me something like that, why don’t you use my name next time?”

You don’t ask again.

You have far bigger problems than interrogating Okkotsu Yuuta, so you push it aside and stalk toward the body. Okkotsu joins you, and the two of you peer at the deceased man before you. It’s… Still. The blood has stopped its puddling; a thin line stretches the column of its throat. His throat was slit neatly, gracefully, like an act of love. It wasn’t one, but, maybe you gave Yasuhiro what he wanted, in a terrible, twisted way. How magnanimous of you.

Yasuhiro wasn’t an attractive man. Limp brown hair framing a slightly uglier-than-average face. At least he had the decency to close his eyes before his last, dying breath. They were blood-shot and wiry, the last time you saw them open. Bouncing haphazardly in its sockets like they couldn’t discern which corner of the room you stood in.

Okkotsu perks up at the sound of your harrumph. “What?” he questions you, and you slide your eyes over to him. Okkotsu Yuuta is distinctly pale, a trait that you’ve always noticed and have always sort of admired on him. It suits the subdued, yet haunted look he’s got going on. Black lashes feather the whites of his eyes, as well as the endless void of his irises. Yeah, he’s almost doll-like, in that gentle, haunting way of his.

“You’re creepier than the corpse,” you tell him instead and turn away, just barely hiding your smile. The laugh that rings out from him sounds like nails grating on a chalkboard.

Just kidding. It actually sounds kind of sweet.

Okkotsu follows you to the bathroom, where you’ve grabbed pretty much all of your cleaning supplies. You stuff them in a bucket and he hauls it out of your arms, the two of you shuffling back to the kitchen.

“So how should we go about this?” You muse, staring at the body. The movies you’ve seen are the only reference you have for the disposal of dead bodies, but those usually end with the killer getting caught, so you’re not so sure about mimicking their methods.

“I’m not sure,” Okkotsu says, tilting his head in thought. “Severing his limbs without the proper tools would be difficult. I guess we could carry him and bury him somewhere unassuming—unless you have a car that we could use?” A quick glance at you confirms that you don’t. He rubs his chin, nodding to himself. “Right. A garden cart will do, then. We should check to see if he has any identifiers on him, first, though. Oh, and we can’t forget about the teeth. Do you have any pliers?” He turns to you casually, eyes widening at the sight of your awe.

Thin black brows furrow in confusion. “What?” He asks.

You blink. “Have you…ever…?” Your voice dies in your throat.

Thankfully, he gets it. “Oh. No! No, I’ve never murdered a person,” he denies, dipping his head and tugging the neckline of his plain white tee. A curious look crosses his face. “But I could,” he tacks on cautiously.

You hug your arms and give a half-assed shrug. You can almost feel the weight of a kitchen knife in your dominant hand; the quick, fluid motion of ending a life.

“Anyone could,” you acquiesce, dismissing the conversation. Okkotsu hums mournfully in return.

According to his ID, Yasuhiro Souta is a twenty-seven-year-old male who lives in Chiba. What he was doing tumbling through your window in the middle of the night is anyone’s guess. Well, he did tell you, sort of shakily before he made to lunge at you, that you were supposedly his Valentine for the night. How sweet!

Snip. You met him for the first time a little over two months ago. He dropped his wallet on the train, so you picked it up and handed it to him in a silly attempt to be a decent person. It resulted in the man refusing to let go of your hand for a solid five minutes. Yes, yes, what an adorable meet-cute! Snip. When you managed to pry your clammy hands out of his vice-like grip, it was your stop, and, oh, how fortuitous, it was Yasuhiro’s as well! He followed you off the train into a random coffee shop, and it was only when you got the help of the employees that he backed off, the doorbell chiming as the glass door swung behind his back. Snip.

You thought that was the end of it, and proceeded about your day, running errands for a few hours until you retreated home. It shook you up for a little, yes, but it was nothing too crazy. You doubted you’d ever see him again.

Snip.

You slice Yasuhiro’s ID with your scissors until it’s a pile of ashes.

Okkotsu’s on his knees, holding a pair of pliers to the light. Wedged between the metal lies a crooked tooth. He hums to himself, plopping the tooth in a ziplock bag. He wears a pair of green garden gloves he grabbed from his apartment; you’re wearing a matching set. The rubber’s a little too big for you, but you’re making it work.

It's as Okkotsu calmly adjusts the head in his lap, preparing to yank another tooth that you stare at your strange partner, wondering how in the hell you got yourself into this situation. It’s been happening every so often: your acceptance of reality swinging in the opposite direction like the pendulum on a grandfather clock.

You shouldn’t have killed him.

You don’t care for Yasuhiro Souta’s life. You don’t care for the man who intended to assault you. But there’s not a chance in hell that this won’t get traced back to you.

You're fucked.

Why did it have to be like this? Why do bad things happen to good people?

That’s the way the cookie crumbles, darling.

And you crumble—crumbled—are crumbling when you turn to your neighbor. “Okkotsu-san,” you say, picking at your dirty nails.

“Yuuta,” the man insists. What a freak. He's a freak, and he's good, and you don't deserve it.

You take a deep breath, mulling over your doomed fate. It doesn’t have to be his, too. “You should get out of here. While you still can.”

There's an awkward pause. The strange man pulls out another tooth and plops it in the baggy. “There,” he says warmly, then draws to his full height. “Do you have a coffee maker?” You ball your fists around the plastic handle in your hands. Calm, calm, stay calm. “Did you hear what I just said?” You ask.

“Oh, I did,” Okkotsu hums. “I chose to ignore it.”

Your hands begin to shake as you repeat his words. “Ch—Chose to—”

Okkotsu says your name pityingly. “I thought we already had this conversation," he questions with pinched brows. “Why are we—”

“We?!” You interrupt, incensed. We. It's as if the curtains have been drawn open, allowing the rays of the illuminating, scorching sun to trickle through. It blinds you, and you have the urge to pull your eyes out and shove them down his throat. “You thought we? Who are you? You don’t know a damn thing about me!”

“I think I know a few things about you,” Okkotsu smiles sweetly, gesturing to the dead body in your apartment.

“Do you, now?” You laugh and toss your hands up to the ceiling. “Great! I have an idea!" You glare, the metal edge of your scissors catching the light. "If you know what I’m capable of, then you should get the hell out."

A pause. You pant, more worked up than have been all night and it's fucking ridiculous and you hate it. You want to choke—you want him to choke. On your blood-soaked fingers, preferably. He'd probably lick them clean.

Unaware of your depraved thoughts, Okkotsu’s lips pull into a frown. He sighs, running a ghostly hand through his hair.

“I’m not scared of you,” he tells you, quietly.

You hold your breath. “Maybe you should be.”

Your insufferable neighbor takes a step forward, that stupid frown still on his stupid doll face. “What’s your plan?” He prompts. “Do you intend to confess? To go to prison?” You shake your head slowly and he softens. “You don’t deserve that,” he says, like he really means it.

Why did you let this man into your house? Why is he offering you hope? It’s too much. The scissors slide out of all your fingers save for one; your limbs sag with a weariness that’s settled deep in your bones.

“You don’t know what I deserve.”

Okkotsu stops and considers you. Your chest heaves, your heart pounds, and you want out. You want out, and he can get out, and you don’t know… You don’t know why…

“If you want me to judge you, I won’t,” says Okkotsu.

You shake your head at his dismissal, your eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t judge you,” he continues, and there goes his cold, calloused hand again, gingerly tilting your chin upwards. The pair of scissors in your clutches drops fruitlessly to the floor. When you look up, there’s something like pleading in his endless, starless eyes. “Trust me,” he begs.

You shouldn’t. You know it with every fiber of your being that you should not trust Okkotsu Yuuta. The man who blinks like an owl and stares at you like you’re a mouse he can’t wait to swallow whole. Who blushes pink whenever you hold the elevator door for him. Who has cold fingers that cradle you so gingerly—who touches you like he knows you—who doesn’t cringe at the sight of dead bodies but gives a damn about a bit of blood staining the outside of your ear.

You shouldn’t. Trust him. But you—you feel as if he’s reached inside your chest and plucked out your pulsing, blackened heart.

“Do you love me?” You ask Okkotsu Yuuta again, heart throbbing in his hand.

His eyes don’t stray from yours. “Ask me again with my name,” he says quietly.

…You don’t know if you want to.

Releasing a breath, you push past him, snatch the ziplock bag from the floor, and stride towards the stove. “I’ll make coffee,” you say, already fiddling with the grinder.

Okkotsu lets you depart with a sigh.

“So what do you like to do when you’re not helping random people bury bodies?” You ask Okkotsu a couple of hours later. You stumble over a root in the dark, and Okkotsu’s quick to grab you by the waist and steady you. You continue, a bag full of your keys, water, pepper spray, freshly-bleached gloves, a burner phone that Okkotsu already had, for some reason, and two sets of clean clothes swinging against your back. You fidget with the shovel in your hands mindlessly, trying to get it to spin. A garden cart with a tarp draped over it creaks along the grass floor. The two of you have walked for who knows how long, but, according to him, you’re getting close.

The man beside you hums, surprisingly chipper for the nefarious activities afoot. “When I’m not busy, I like to garden and crochet. I also like making food for my friends from time to time,” he says in a simple, humble manner. The last part doesn’t surprise you. He’s brought you helpings of food on the most random occasions, showing up at your doorstep with self-proclaimed “leftovers” and shoving full plates into your arms with a velvety smile. That does beg the question, though…

“Have you considered us friends this whole time?” You squint at him in the dark, only the moonlight carving out the contours of his subtle, delicate features. You’re kind of surprised. You two made decent neighbors but only ever talked in short bursts outside your rooms. Your conversations rarely ever broke past polite mumblings about the weather.

Okkotsu pouts. “You mean, we’re not friends yet?” He asks, before breaking into a twinkling laugh.

“Shut up,” you bite, but you laugh too, lightly shoving at his arm. Okkotsu, bless him, pretends to stumble. It takes you a moment to suppress the heat burning the tips of your ears, but you do get it under control, eventually. “I meant… Before?”

His expression smoothens out before he gives a soft shake of his head. “No, not quite. But, I wanted us to be."

It’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the rustling under your feet and the ever-present, cacophonous sounds of nature. You spot a nest of sleeping birds tucked in between the branches of a tree and smile.

“Well,” you try to keep your cool, eyes sweeping over the forest's shadows, “Better late than never.”

It strikes you halfway to the burial grounds that Yasuhiro didn’t bring his phone with him to your apartment in his depraved, intoxicated state. He crawled up a tree, through your cracked-open bedroom window—conveniently avoiding cameras. So, once you’re done with this, you very may well be free.

It’s a terrifying notion, freedom.

“What about you?” Okkotsu asks you, something like ten minutes later. “What do you like to do for fun? Besides watch Sailor Moon, I mean.”

You bite your lip to keep from grinning. “Well,” you wonder aloud. “This is pretty fun, wouldn’t you say?”

Okkotsu lets out a little breath before he softly admits his agreement.

It rained earlier today, you forgot. The ground crumbles like clay when you swing the shovel into the ground. You and Okkotsu take turns making a grave, taking water breaks in between. There is hope alive in you, you realize, as the two of you work in tandem.

Yasuhiro Souta is lowered into the ground with all the dignity a dead man could possess. He lays atop a tarp and your old Persian rug. A stream rushes somewhere nearby, bubbling like blood, and you pray that the body will make good fertilizer. When your hand shakes, Yuuta grabs it.

You bury your clothes on the way back, a mile out. The sun peaks over the horizon.

When you return to your room with Yuuta in tow, your emotions overwhelm you: you are terrified and gleeful and sorry for all you’ve done.

It is mournfully quiet as you mop the purple tiles blue, bleach burning your nostrils and freshly scrubbed gloves. Yuuta’s left to clean the garden cart in the gardens. He returns shortly, though, offers you a small smile, and helps you scrub every inch of your apartment.

You scrub, and scrub.

And scrub.

“You’re beautiful,” Yuuta says to you when you’re in the middle of wiping your brow. You’re sitting cross-legged on your rugless kitchen floor, where a dead body once lay. Sweat clings to your skin in uncomfortable places and you reek of bleach. “Shut the fuck up and scrub, Yuuta,” you command.

Yuuta’s serene smile is unparalleled to anything you’ve ever seen before.

You could probably fall in love with him, you contemplate as you watch your neighbor make fluffy pancakes in the comforts of his own kitchen. If you haven’t fallen in love with him, already, that is. You doubt you’ll ever have a connection with someone as profound as the bond you share with the soft-spoken man who helped you bury a dead body.

Love, you marvel, in the span of a few hours.

It’s disquieting.

After multiple showers, and after Yuuta’s stuffed you with more pancakes than you can chew, the pair of you are lounging on his tatami mat, a much-needed change in scenery. You have like, three hours before you need to go to work, which, Yuuta agrees, is crucial to maintaining a veneer of normalcy. Which means this impromptu nightmare date will have to come to an end—as all good things do.

“I should probably get to bed,” you say after a lull in conversation.

Yuuta nods, reasonably. “That makes sense, yeah.”

“Got work in the morning and all that,” you continue in a nonchalant tone.

“Make sure your window’s locked.”

Fine. “Walk me out, will you?” You request. Okkotsu Yuuta, ever the gentleman, agrees, even though the front door is only a handful of feet away. He pushes himself off his knees and stands at full height, though his starless eyes are, as always, trained on you. You would probably find Yuuta’s full attention a little unsettling if you had not just slit a man’s throat that night.

You avoid his gaze all the same—stopping at his doorstep with your hands twisting at your sides. Yuuta stops beside you and waits patiently for you to string your words together.

You clear your throat. “Hey, um—”

“Hi,” Yuuta interrupts, and you smile, filled with the courage to go on.

“So, the thing is… Well, I probably wouldn’t have made it anywhere far without you. I acted quite amateur back there, you’d think this was my first dead body I was trying to hide, or something, ha. Um, so yeah, thank you—from the most sincere and vulnerable depths of my heart. I guess I’ll see you around? Okay, bye.”

A hand wraps around your wrist before you can run home with your tail tucked between your legs. Yuuta murmurs your name in a soft, dulcet tone, and you’re not certain you’re prepared to hear whatever he has to say. You turn to face him anyway, because, well, you owe him that much.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you have something to ask me?” He chides.

The pit in your stomach swoops. “Not that I recall,” you lie with a straight face.

“Try again,” Yuuta smiles sweetly, like a haunted little doll.

“It’s been a long day, you know—”

“Cold, I’m afraid.”

“My brain isn’t functioning at its peak—”

“Hmm, getting colder!”

“I don’t think I can.”

A pause. You avert your gaze and allow yourself to get analyzed by Yuuta’s doleful, starless eyes. “Hey,” he calls your name, asks you to look at him.

You look at him.

“Good," he hums.

You roll your eyes, loop an arm around his long neck, and drag him to you.

Okkotsu Yuuta tastes like the earth. From dust to dust, you are at the end and beginning when you capture his lips between yours. He responds quickly, hands digging firmly into your waist as he knocks you into his door frame, and you quickly learn what it means to be savored. You intended the kiss to be a quick, rash, thing, but he slows you down, melds into you languidly like you have all the time in the world. When he sucks on your bottom lip, you both moan, breaking apart for air. Yuuta slips his hands underneath your shirt, and for once, his cold hands burn, lighting the fire for something you’re not certain you’ll be able to finish.

“Go ahead and ask me already, love,” Yuuta murmurs into your ear. And, well, fuck. You melt. “Yuuta,” you whisper as he nips at your neck. “You love me, yes?”

At that, he bites down at the hollow of your neck. You gasp, then sigh when he instantly cools the wound with his tongue. “Obviously,” he replies, quite simply, thumb swiping delicately at your stomach.

“Great,” you gasp, and Yuuta looks at you and beams.

And, there goes your heart again, pulsing in his cold, calloused hands. Cradle it gently, Yuuta, won’t you?

fin. if u made it this far, ily

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Inhale Our Sorrow, Exhale Our Future (GN)

Bedtime Story (F)

Unexpected Encounter (F)

Ghost*Reader with Scars and Hide Their Face (GN)

Smut Challenge - Neighbor!Reader (F) (18+)

Husband!Simon with Car Crash Wife!Reader (F)

Simon Got a Flu (GN)

Nine things Simon Riley Might Annoy (intentionally or not) His Shorter Partner (GN)

Sleeping (truly) with Simon (GN)

Domestic Life with Retired Husband!Simon (GN)

Simon with A Gammy Reader (GN)

Perv!Simon Riley with Yandere!Reader (GN)

It Isn’t Fate Bringing Us Together (It’s Me) - 1 2 (Dark Fiction, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)(GN)

Palette (F)

Ex-bf!Simon Riley*F!Reader (F)

End This Repeating Dance (GN)

Silly Moments between Simon and Reader (F)

Simon Taking Care of You When You Accidentally Injured Yourself (F)

Simon Riley, Will You Marry Me? (F)

Soulmate AU - Separate Endings (GN)

How To Remember? (F)

Voicemails (F)

Your Inviting Lips (GN)(anon ask)

Remember-me-not (GN)

The Last Dance (GN)

Two-way Trap (F)

Simon Exploring Your Cute Reactions (GN)(evil 🐼 anon)

Simon Loves Your Chubby and Adorable Face (GN)(🦈 anon)

A Day of A Cute (and Silly) Couple (GN)(req)

Hey, how are you? (F)

Grim Reaper!Ghost*Reader That’s Always Alone (GN)

John “Soap” MacTavish

Smut Challenge - Neighbor!Reader (F) (18+)

Regret Devouring Me (GN)

John Price

How To Remember? (F)

The True Me (GN)

König

Spider Webs - 1 2 3 bonus chapter 1 (F) (18+)

His Only Asylum (F, 18+, gore and knife)

NSFW Alphabet (F, 18+)

Vampire AU Headcanons (GN)

Cat Café AU Headcanons 1 2 (GN)

Cat Reader Headcanons (GN)

TF141

In Pairs - Price Soap Gaz Ghost (GN)

What Makes You Unique (GN)

Cream Puffs (GN)

Sweet Flavor of Your Lips (F)

Vampire AU Headcanons (GN)

Cat Café AU Headcanons 1 2 (GN)

Cat Reader Headcanons (GN)

Wild Pets - 1 1.5 (F)

Tf141 with a Fragile Reader (GN)

Tf141 with a Reader Who Sucks at Baking but Wants to Bake Them a Valentine’s Day Dessert (F)

Tf141 with gap moe (contradictory-characteristic cuteness) reader (GN)

Melt Down The Snow (GN) (🦈 anon)

Some Thoughts about Demon!TF141 (GN)

More About Demon!TF141 (F) (18+) (anon req)

Demon!TF141 but Reader Becomes Demon Too (F) (anon req)

No Tolerance!! (F) (🦈 anon)

TF141 men seeing you wearing face chain for party (F) (🦈 Anon)

TF141*Reader Angst in Few Sentences (GN)

Always By Your Side (GN)

TF141*Reader Fluff in Few Sentences (GN)

Not Dying Alone (GN)

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #cod imagine #price x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #könig x reader #price x you #soap x you #gaz x you #cod x reader #cod x you

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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Hola Ro 🥰

This is gonna be a mouthful but...

Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao

Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.

This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.

Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"

Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.

This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.

Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao

𓆦 Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.

𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions

𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry

𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.

𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.

𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman

My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

~🍒

Nsfw content MDNI

🍒!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-

𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))

𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-

𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…

𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~

𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~

𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-

𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((

𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-

𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)

𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”

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pinejayy · 11 months

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Goodbye Mr.Darling (Howdy Pillar x Reader)

Part 2!!!

Here is Part 1 // On the last part is where Wally cheats on you and leaves you.

Wally Darling Masterlist!!

Two weeks have passed by, and the sadness was hitting you hard. You felt betrayed you didn’t think Wally would have done that to you, you really thought he was the one. But I guess not everyone can keep a promise. You would watch Wally and his new Sweetheart through your window, they were holding hands and laughing. Wally seemed so happy with his new sweetheart. The other neighbors were ashamed of Wally but they didn’t dare say anything to him, afraid to anger the yellow Tic Tac. But as time passed by you became numb, thinking you would never find love again...

As morning rolled around you laid on your bed, the warm blankets around you. You sighed, you needed to buy more food, you were running out. But you didn’t want to leave to scared to face Wally and his Sweetheart. But you had to, you had to face the reality. Wally Darling isn’t yours anymore, and one day you had to face him. But after awhile of overthinking you had the courage to finally get out of bed and get ready and head off to the store.

You walked around the neighborhood with a fake smile and guess who’s there!! Yeah that’s right Wally and his Sweetheart! They were outside of Wally’s house, both of them were painting outside. The sight broke your heart so you just walked away as fast as you can. In the meantime while Wally and Sweetheart are having their little date Home would just stare at Sweetheart, you were so much better for Wally not this Sesame Street Ragdoll.

As you finally made it to the store, you sigh. Holding back any tears. You then started your shopping. Wanting to hurry up so you can go back Home and cry. It took awhile to get your shopping done and once you were done you went to the check out.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? Did you find everything?”

Looking up and seeing Howdy, he had a huge smile across his face. “Oh hi Howdy...Yeah I found everything.” You say softly, looking down soon after. “Just still getting over the break up..”

“I’m sorry to hear that Y/N, I know it’s hard for you but I’m sure you’ll find your special butterfly!” He said, as he started to scan your items. You just nodded and smiled weakly at him. As Howdy just nodded, soon after he finished scanning your items and as you were about to pay he stopped you. “It’s on the house Y/N, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?! No Howdy let me pay, I simply can’t let you!” You say, now looking at him. He just smiled sweetly at you.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I know how hard it’s been for you. I just wanna give you a helping hand.” He said. You just smile, it’s been awhile since you smiled. “And Y/N...If you need someone to talk I’m here for you.” You smile and nodded at him, and soon after you walked away.

Howdy watched you as you walked away, he smiled to himself. This sweet boy has always liked you, but he never had a chance to get with you since Wally won you over. But now that he is out of the picture he can finally get close to you. He’ll show Wally on what he’s missing out. Howdy soon then started to chuckle to himself as he started to raise the prices of the Apples and also put them behind a glass door. Now that yellow gremlin can’t steal his apples.

Walking back to your house you smiled. It was so sweet of Howdy to help you out, you placed your stuff on the table and started to put everything away. You sigh and thought about what Howdy said to you. Maybe you should talk to someone, it would be good for you. You just waited for the prefect time to call him.

As hours passed by the sun was setting and you were sitting in your living room, nervously. You pick up the phone and started to dial his phone, and waited for him to answer and when he wasn’t picking up you were about to hang up and go to bed but a voice spoke up. “Oh I’m sorry for not picking up the phone quickly Y/N. I was cleaning the store, can I help you?”

“Oh my bad, I didn’t want to bother you...But about what you said early, about having someone to talk too..” You say, your voice getting softer. “But I don’t wanna bother you..”

“Oh, you’re no bother Y/N. If you want to I can be at your place in ten minutes.” He said. you smiled and nodded to yourself. “Oh! Really? Yes that would mean a lot to me.”

“Okay then, I’ll see you in a few my dear.” And with that he hangs up. You just sat there turning a slight pink, did he just call you dear? You shake your head and sigh.

When ten minutes passed by you heard a soft knock on your door. Opening it you saw Howdy, he smiled at you. You smile back and invited him in. Both of you, sat down on your living room couch.

“So...What did you want to talk about Dear?”

You just look down and take a deep breath. “It hurts Howdy, it hurts seeing him happy with someone else. I really thought I was his special Apple.” Howdy just looked at you, frowning. Your head was down, and he just gently patted your back. “I just can’t believe he broke his promise with me. I can’t believe he went behind my back and did that to me! I’ve done nothing but showed him love and kindness..”

“Oh Dear, I’m sorry. He deserves nothing but rotten apples. He’s missing out on an amazing person. You’re so wonderful and anyone would be so lucky to have you.” He said, now looking at you. “Y/N you’re amazing and I really mean it, I’m truly sorry for what that Yellow brat did to you.” He started to say, he gently grabbed your hand and looked at you. “You’re a great person Y/N...you’re so beautiful.” But that last part was a whisper, hoping you wouldn’t hear it.

You sat there looking at him, blushing now. Why was he telling you these sweet things. You didn’t mind but why? “Oh..you’re so sweet Howdy. I really appreciate it.” But you turn more red as he called you beautiful. “You really think so? Me Beautiful?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean too. I mean you are beautiful but I don’t want to make things awkward, it just slipped out... I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and smile at him, as you slightly grip his hand. “Don’t worry Howdy. I don’t mind it.” Blushing now, he blushed and looked away.

“Uhh, Y/N I have to confess something to you..” He said, you looked confused and just nodded at him. “I’ve had a crush on you for awhile now. It’s been eating me, I really wanted to ask you out but Wally beat me to it.”

“You do?” You say, looking at him. He just nodded and sighed.

“I really want to treat you as a Princess/Prince, I want to be the one who puts a smile on your face. I want to be the person who you can cry to. I want to be your everything Y/N...So please give me a chance.” He asked you.

You just look away for a brief second, and thought about it. And look back at him. Wally just broke up with you two weeks ago, you couldn’t just move on fast. It wouldn’t be right, but then again Wally did cheat on you so it doesn’t really matter. As you look at Howdy you smile at him. “Are you sure? I mean I’m nothing special.”

“Non sense my dear! You’re everything, I want to love you Y/N, I want to show you my love Y/N...If you allow me.” He said. “Please my Dear, will you go out with me.”

His words touched your heart, it’s been awhile since someone has spoke to you like that. It made you blush. You just nodded. “Yes Howdy, I would love too!”

“Wonderful! How about tomorrow I give you a special date.”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful Howdy! I would love that.” You say, as you look at him, maybe this isn’t gonna be bad. Howdy just looked at you and smiled. “And I promise my dear Y/N I won’t break your heart, I’ll show you my love for you.”

As you and Howdy talked for awhile and soon after he had to leave and rest. And you were excited about your date tomorrow you decided to fall asleep early. You had to pay a visit to a special friend of yours.

From the distance Wally watched Howdy leave your house, he seemed very happy and Wally felt odd. Was it jealously? No right! He had his sweetheart, he loved his sweetheart....It’s not like he misses your beautiful smile and sweet laugh. He couldn’t help but think about you, did he make the right choice of leaving you? Wally just sat alone in the dark of his house. While Home would creek around telling Wally “I told you so.”

The next morning

You woke up filled with energy, you were excited about later on today. As you got up and did your morning routine, you had a few hours before the date. You really wanted to visit a friend of yours. You grabbed your garden tools and flower seeds and walk out of your house and walked towards Home. Waving at them.

“Hello Home! How are you doing today?” You said cheerfully, holding up the bag of seeds and tools. “Remember that promised I made you.”

Home started to creek quite quickly, They were happy.

“I’m happy to see you too Home. I’m sorry I couldn’t visit you. It just hurts seeing Wally with his new Sweetheart..” You say, and frown slightly, but soon after you smiled. “But I have some great news for you Home.”

Home was knocking all over, very happy and you just giggle. “Don’t worry I'll tell you while I’m planting these seeds for you.

As you did your promise of planting flowers around for Home you told them about Howdy and how you guys have a date tonight. And Home seemed very happy for you. You smile and blush.

“All done!” You say, finally done with planting the seeds all around Home. “These flowers are going to look beautiful Home!” You say, wiping you forehead with your arm. “I can’t wait to see them grow!”

“Can’t wait to see what?”

Jumping slightly, you saw Wally. Great... “These flowers Mr.Darling... I promised Home I would plant these for them. And unlike you I don’t break a promise.” You say in a cold harsh tone of voice. You look away and smile at Home.

“Don’t worry Home, I’ll make sure to water these seeds for you.” You say, and started to gather your things. Wally just stood there, looking at you. You look at Wally and raised an eyebrow. Looking back at Home and smile. “I mean I could tell Mr.Darling here but I’m sure he’ll break that promise...” You say, and giving him the side eye.

Wally just stood there, ouch that hurt him. “I’ll give the stupid flowers water...I promise ” He grumbles to himself.

You just ignore him. “Don’t worry Home, I’ll make sure I come by and tell you about my date. I hope you have a wonderful day.” You say and began walking off but before you walked off you looked at Wally. “Have a great day Mr.Darling.” And with that you left, Wally just stood there. He felt sad, feeling a single tear falling down.

“Oh Y/N why did I let you go.”

Time Skip

As the sun was setting and you were running around your house getting ready. You had your best outfit. Honestly you were quite nervous.

You then heard a small knock. Running to the door, but before you open it you took a deep breath and open the door and there stood Howdy, with a pretty suit. “Wow you look beautiful my sweet Butterfly.” He said, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it.

Blushing you giggle. “And you look handsome.” You say, as you look at him. You then walked out and closed your door. “So what do you have in mind?”

“Ah it’s a surprise, I need you to close your eyes.” He said, you look at him and just nod. Closing your eyes, he grabbed your hand and started to walk off with you. “And no peaking my Dear.”

After walking for a few minutes he stopped and spoke up. “You can open up your eyes my Dear.” He said, you slowly started to open them and gasp slightly. Seeing this~

It was beautiful, you look at him and hug him. “It’s wonderful! Thank you!”

Howdy blushed, he chuckled nervously and just nodded. Grabbing your hand he guided you to a chair, pulling it out for you. Then he took a seat to himself. Honestly this was very sweet of him, maybe he isn’t gonna be bad after all.

This sweet man had everything planned out, he made the food. He made a fresh pie with cookies, he also made mini sandwiches. And he had fresh lemonade, he really thought about this date. He even had soft music playing around.

And after you guys were done eating, he stood and walked next to you. He held a hand for you. “If you don’t mind my dear, but could I trouble you for a dance.”

Blushing you just nodded, he pulled the chair out for you. Holding his hand out for you, you took it and he pulled you close. Bringing you close against his body. Oh boy. He placed two hands on your shoulder and the two around your waist. You place your hands on his shoulders. And soon after both of you were dancing to the music, bodies moving to the songs.

He placed his forehead against yours. “Thank you for giving me a chance Y/N.” He said softly. You smile and look into his eyes. “Of course Howdy, thank you for being that new Sunshine for my life.” You say, both of you blush. You stopped dancing. Now just standing there. foreheads against each other, he stares into your eyes. Wow its like a beautiful ocean, he could swim in them all day long.

He started to lean in slowly, you look at him and lean in too. Your lips touched softly. Now kissing. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Bringing you closer. The kiss went on for awhile and soon after her pulled away.

“Wow, that was wonderful my Dear.” You just blush even more. “It was Howdy.”

He then pulled away and looked at you. “Y/N I was wondering...Would you make the happiest Neighbor and be mine.”

“Yes, I would love too!” You say and hug him once again and kiss his cheek.

You and Howdy spent the rest of night talking and dancing. Honestly he took your mind off from that Yellow Tik Tac. But as it was getting late you guys cleaned up and started to head back to the neighborhood. He walked you to your house.

“I hope you have a great night my Dear, please rest up.” Howdy said, placing a small kiss on your lips. Smiling back at him as you return the kiss and pull away. “You too my handsome man.” You say giggling. Howdy just blushed and nodded. Both saying your goodnights.

As you close your door, you smile. Wow you had butterflies in your stomach. As you were about to walk off you heard a knock on your door. Howdy? Did he forget something, you open the door with a smile as you expected Howdy but your smile faded away.

“Mr.Darling? Do you need something?”

Wally just stood there, he looked at you and soon after he broke down crying. “Please Y/N....I miss you! Please take me back, I regret what I did to you.” He cried out. Getting on his knees, he reached out for your hand but you moved it away. “Please Sweetheart...”

You just stood there. “Excuse me? Are you serious, after what you did!” You hiss at me. “What happened to your other sweetheart.”

“They left me...They used me...”

“Good, you deserve it.” You simply say. “I’m happy with Howdy now. Now if you may leave your getting your tears all over my place.” You say, backing up and as you were about to close the door, he stopped you.

“I promise not to hurt you anymore, please. You’re my everything..”

“A promise from you? HA! No Thank you..” You look away and sigh. “Goodnight Mr.Darling.” You say and close the door, locking it.

Wally just stood there, tears running down his face. He really lost you, he lost person who really loved him. He was so dumb for hurting you...He wanted you back. As Wally walked back to his house he just cried inside. While in the other hand Home just stares ay Wally, rough knocks were heard.. “I told you so.”

Damn, ouch! But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! And a lot of people wanted to be tagged for part two so here goes!!

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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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John Price meeting civilian reader scenario (part 1)

Ok, our beloved Cap got a lo-o-ng story of meeting the reader. But I guess, the man earned it. Both Price and the reader are just being grumpy but loving work-parents here. The reader is afab here. Part 2 is here.

Masterlist

You were practically counting down the days till your vacation. Of course, you loved your work, but the third year without proper days off and the pressure from constant responsibility for your team made itself felt.

You immediately fell in love with this place when you saw its photos. Each cabin here had its own small pier surrounded by trees and stones so that you can ravish in your happy solitude, even if the neighboring houses were occupied.

So when you finally got the keys to your rented cabin on a forest lake, you exhaled: for the next week it's going to be just you, nature, your gimbal camera and hopefully radio silence on your work smartphone.

You had to give it to your colleagues, they held on and did not call you for almost the entire week.

ALMOST

Two days before the end of your vacation, your work phone came to life. You sat on the pier with your feet in the water and watched the sunset. And why did Kevin need to disturb your peace at this perfect moment?

"Hey, Kev, I sure missed you, but I thought I told you to only call if our office was on fire."

You listen to your colleague and mentally regret that you did not choose the career of an actress. Because the composure and calm tone of your answers are clearly pulling for an Oscar right now. As in reality right now you are screaming deep inside.

By some miracle, you manage to solve Kevins difficulties without access to your laptop and notes. Somehow you even manage to be an angel and not to hint to Kevin that he could easily handle this on his own, because you gave him instructions for just such an occasion...

When he finally thanks you and hangs up, the sun is almost completely hidden behind the trees.

"Oh, the day, they stop acting like kindergartners on their work!" - you loudly groan, leaning back on your elbows.

"To that day I'd gladly drink" - a low raspy voice answers somewhere near you.

You turn your head and understand, that the voice belongs to your neighbor, who is sitting on his small pier, hidden from you by trees and bushes. You apologize for the noise and sit up straight, as if he could see you.

"It's fine, I get you." - he answers, chuckling, "I too have quite a bunch of those... Kevins..."

So not only he heard your last groan - he was there for the entire conversation. Somehow, it makes you feel ashamed.

"Just so that you know, I'm not that ass-type of a boss, who thinks, that their colleagues are just a bunch of idiots. I love my guys. It is just sometimes... I really want to finish them."

"Noted" - he grunts, "So how about that drink?"

"Come over here, I'll bring the glasses" - you say, stand up and head to your cabin, hearing something unintelligible like "Yes, ma'am".

When you return to the pier with two glasses, you are met by a man somewhat older and noticeably taller than you. His blue eyes seem to pierce right through you. A smile slowly blooms on his face.

"Nice to meet you finally, big boss" - he holds out his hand to you, noticing that you are walking down the pier barefoot and your feet are still wet.

"The pleasure is mine, sir" - you reach out for a handshake, but he catches your arm in mid-flight and holds your hand up, so you don't slip on the wet boards of the pier.

He takes the glasses from you and leads you to a bench by the pier. "Name is John" - he takes a flask from his pocket and pours some scotch into yours, and then into his glass.

"Nice to meet you" - you raise your glass and tell him your name, "Here is to two very patient bosses."

He grins and drinks to that, his eyes never leaving yours. "So tell me, what that... Kev of yours couldn't do without you?"

You sigh and start explaining your branch of work and what your team is working on right now. John seems pretty invested in your story. "Oh, you just let me talk to your muppets, I'll teach them..." - he adds quietly and softly, so that the harshness of his words is not lined together with the delicacy of his muffled voice.

When you tell him, it's his turn to share how his team pisses him off, he takes a sip from his glass and smiles, looking up. "Jesus Christ, just when I thought, I'd have one bloody quiet evening without MacTavish on my mind..."

He talks for a long time about his colleagues and curiosities that happened at his work. Somehow, by the end of his stories and the second glass of scotch, you have no idea where he works or what exactly he does for a living.

You don't mind, though. He seems like a decent man. And his smile... Oh, it does things to you. Things, that would ask for release later, when you're alone.

"So tell me, how do you blow the steam off here?" - he gestures around you.

"I'm filming my walks" - you answer guilelessly, "Then I'm releasing videos on YouTube, but I'm like... the only person watching them, so I guess, I could just keep them on my notebook as well."

"You mind?" - He shows you a cigar. You nod, but move further from him. He smirks, gets up, and moves behind the bench, so the smoke doesn't blow in your direction. He lights the cigar and asks, "So it's like those videos with travel-diaries? "Hi, today we are visiting this big-ass mountain, hit that like button and stay tuned", yes?"

"Not quite... it's more like time lapses, soundscapes and just silent walks without any commentaries. I like to keep it simple and minimalistic." - you smile, as you talk, feeling his eyes on your back.

And it hits you. Maybe it is two glasses of his fine scotch, maybe it was his piercing, yet soft gaze, but you say: "I'm going on a new trail tomorrow morning. You are welcome to join, if you want."

"Sounds great..." - He exhales smoke in chilling evening air, "Name the time and place, and I'll meet you there."

You name the time. To film a hike without meeting other tourists, you have to leave early. Not everyone will agree to such a wild adventure on their vacation. But this doesn't seem to bother John. He calmly replies “okay, I’ll be waiting for you here tomorrow at the appointed time” and smiles as if you just invited him to dinner at a chic steakhouse, and not doomed him to an early rise and hike along a mountain path.

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djsushiilovesdorayakii · 8 months

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Chapter 1:

The Boy Next Door

Mikey Sano

Synopsis: You recently moved back to Tokyo, and wasn’t too pleased about it at first. However, after meeting someone, you come to the realization that it’s not as bad as you thought it was.

!Mikey x fem reader!

This may become a series, hope you enjoy its my first piece of work!!

Remember to like, comment, and reblog, much love!! <3

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You had just moved to the Shibuya district from America. Your dad had just gotten a huge promotion, which in turn caused you to move back here. You were born here in Tokyo but moved away when you were six years old.

You were still kind of upset that you had to leave America, leaving your friends and life there, so you gave off a pissy vibe around your family. Trotting up the stairs of your house to your undecorated room, you decided it would be best to unpack your belongings and furnish your room. Going through the boxes left a bittersweet taste. Trinkets and photos sparked memories that made you miss your home.

Almost finishing your unpacking, your movements were interrupted by the revving of an engine and what seemed like bickering going on between a child and his dad. Peeping out your window sneakily (not), you saw what seemed to be your neighbor and his friend: a tall, slim man with black hair and even blacker eyes, accompanied by a shorter dude with striped purple and blond hair. The tall one seemed to be yelling at someone else in their house, maybe a little kid, because from what you can make out, the arguing was about stealing Draken’s parfait? You didn’t really care much about that; however, you were more invested in how handsome both the boys were. If only they were your age. (*sigh* so real) You continued decorating your room after they went inside.

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After what felt like an eternity of unpacking, you finally finished. It was around dusk, and you wanted to go for a quick walk. You grabbed your phone and headphones and began walking out. Your dad stopped you and said:

"I don’t want you out too late, y/n. Be back in half an hour. Delinquents roam the street," he said in a stern voice.

Still in a sour mood, you spat back, "If you really cared, then you wouldn’t have moved here. It’s also a safe neighborhood, so get off my ass." You immediately rushed away from his sight because you knew damn well you shouldn’t have said that. You’d definitely get into trouble when you got home. (Not that you cared that much.)

You lived in a neighborhood near your old house, so you decided to explore the community a bit. There were quite a few memories that you remembered as you looked around— the shrine where you ran away from home, the playground where you stopped being scared of heights and climbed the monkey bars, the same old couple that sold ice cream to you at a discounted price after playing— you were starting to feel nostalgic? You actually felt a sense of comfort passing by all these places.

The old ice cream lady recognized you when you passed by, slapping her husband to get his attention. She immediately brought you into her embrace, as if you were her own grandchild. The old man made his way over to you, patting your head just like when you were younger. (You called them grandma and grandpa when you were younger.)

"Y/n chan!! You’ve grown so tall and beautiful! I’ve missed you so much," the lady said.

"I’ve missed you too, obachan! You still got any ice cream left?” You said gleefully.

"Of course we do little onigiri," the old man said, handing you the ice cream. You pouted as you remembered that nickname he gave you, as you had a hot mouth (and still do), which reminded him of a spicy salmon onigiri.

"Ojiisannnn you remembered that nickname," you huffed as he chuckled and nodded. You talked to them for the next 10 minutes, helped them pack up shop, and waved them goodbye.

You passed by the shrine you ran away to and prayed for your friends and their well-being. You also prayed for a good life in Japan. The sound of motorcycle engines flooded your ears, which was your cue to leave.

On your way home, you saw the playground you used to spend all of your time at. Almost dropping your ice cream, you climbed to the top of the jungle gym as you reminisced on how this was how you stopped being scared of heights. You zoned out, looking at the stars, recalling all the memories you had as a child here in Japan. You didn’t even notice that someone was on the other side of the jungle gym until you heard:

Oiiii, are you coming down? I want to climb up, move over," which startled you. You looked over to see a boy around your age with blond hair and onyx eyes. He looked back at you and then at your ice cream, which made him pout. He was definitely a beautiful boy. (You think every male specimen you come across is pretty, you man whore.) He climbed up next to you, sitting criss cross apple sauce. You were going to jump down, but then he said:

"I’ve never seen you here before, this is my spot," he said, crossing his arms like a big baby. Butttt, if you give me your ice cream, I’ll let you stay. He was definitely a childish dude. You gave him the rest of your ice cream, and his eyes lit up.

"Thank youuuuu!!" he exclaimed, stuffing his mouth with ice cream. "I like you, what’s your name? He asked, his mouth full.

"Y/n" you replied, still in a daze. You were hoping to have a peaceful night, but it looks like it won’t be happening. "I just moved back here, I used to live here a long time ago."

"Y/n chin it is," the blond chirped. "I’m Mikey. I like people who give me food, especially obachans ice cream." Intrigued by knowing who the old lady was, you began talking.

"So you know the old lady and man who sell ice cream?" I used to buy from them all the time when I was younger," you replied.

"Me too!!" Mikey said, chowing down on the ice cream cone. "I only buy from them when I’m here. You guys began talking about stuff for the next 20 minutes. Mikey then sat up and jumped down from the jungle gym and said:

"Wanna go for a ride?" (you dirty mfs). You were puzzled, but he pointed towards his CB250T, your lips making an o. You were hesitant at first, but his doll puppy eyes were something you couldn’t say no to. Maybe you should make a friend. You nodded your head and hopped off the jungle gym. You followed him to his bike, with him guiding you on how to hold on to him. You were a little scared, not gonna lie, but Mikey reassured you that it would be okay.

You held onto him tightly as he began driving. He took you through downtown Tokyo, taking in all the city life scenery. He showed you his favorite dorayaki place and many other spots he likes to go to. You guys stopped a few times to check out the nightlife and even grab a snack to eat on the way back. (You had to feed him.) It seemed that you guys were already close friends. Mikey really enjoyed your company too. He’s always open to making new friends. He took you to Musashi Shrine and told you that he and his friends meet up here all the time and that you should come by one night. You hummed and kept that thought at the back of your head.

Soon, you guys got back to the same park you started at. You weren’t going to lie, you had so much fun. Mikey offered to drop you home, but you declined, not wanting your parents to know about your joyride. You both said your goodbyes and parted ways. It was now 11 o’clock. You hoped to see Mikey again.

Reaching for the door with a smile on your face, you headed inside. There stood your father with a very pissed-off face. This was going to be a long night.

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yunacoeur · 11 months

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the lovers who dream

our last dance: chapter ii

chapter synopsis: you, as the oldest royal child of your family, are up to take the throne. in your search for a partner to be consort, the royal family is throwing a party in your name for you to meet potential suitors.

tie the red string around both of our pinky fingers like we're made to be one.

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in all your gracefulness, you manage to trip again for the second time tonight. as if you didn’t embarrass yourself enough in front of matthew, you trip and fall into the arms of someone else as you walk away from hanbin.

“oh, your highness, are you alright?” the young man asks. he’s pretty, with dark hair that makes his eyes stand out more than anything. it’s almost hypnotizing.

“yes, thank you,” you say as he helps you off.

“that was more forward than i was expecting from you,” he jokes, and you have half the mind to lecture him, but his smile makes you forget all of it. he’s got the wide, endearing smile, and this charmed look in his eyes. like he was gazing dreamily at a lover.

if you had known him for any longer than 30 seconds, you would assume he’s already in love with you.

he suddenly gasps, and it startles you. you wonder if something is suddenly wrong, “ah, where are my manners?” he looks flustered, “my name is taerae. i’m a prince from a neighboring land. my mother and father wish for me to marry you to create peace between our kingdoms.”

he says it like he’s reading from a script. you push him for more, something real.

“and you? why do you want to marry me?”

“...well, i asked around about you when our family got the invitation. i wanted to know what kind of person you are before i met you,” he explains.

“why is that?”

his heart skips a beat before returning back to its normal, if a bit elevated, pace, “my court says i have a romantic’s heart,” he says, "maybe i'd fall for you too easily."

well, isn’t he adorable?

“okay, i’ll bite. tell me what you learned about me,” you say, almost like a demand. he nods with that dazzling smile. he tells you his knowledge was limited because not many people knew much about you save for stuff that he already knew given the invitation.

however, he says that one staff member said you liked the guitar.

the thought takes you back to meetings with your royal staff and running away with a certain charming price to steal some time away. he once showed you that he could play guitar, albeit not very well. he played some basic songs, but it was honestly the best you could ask of him.

you remember his name. jiwoong. strong-willed, like his mother. he was beautiful and confident and it is so tragic that you remember his dorky smile now; you see it almost in taerae’s.

taerae is softer than jiwoong ever was. maybe you want softer, kinder, or may you want charisma and confidence. you shouldn’t be thinking about jiwoong right now. jiwoong may not even be here tonight, and taerae is right in front of you. you almost feel bad for not focusing on the poor guy while he’s here, talking to you.

“is that true?” he asks, bringing you back down to reality for just a moment, and you nod, “wow, really? because i can play the guitar!”

it’s sweet how excited he is, “maybe you could play it for me sometime,” you say.

he has the energy of a romantic, just like his staff say, searching for any kind of connection he can make from one person to the next to tie an invisible red string on each pinky.

“okay, maybe i will,” he pulls a flower out of his jacket, “and here’s this, in the meantime, it’s a-”

“cornflower,” you say before he even has a chance to finish. he’s so endearingly delighted that you know the flower that he gave you. his eyes light up like stars in the midnight sky, “that’s a favorite of mine…it’s beautiful. thank you, taerae.”

“yeah, of course…” he runs his hand through his hair nervously. you give him a little nudge to let out what he’s thinking that he so obviously wants to let out.

“is there something you want to say?” you ask him.

he nods, but doesn’t speak for a moment, he takes a deep breath, “it’s, uhm, okay if you don’t pick me, but i really hope you do,” he says, anxiously fidgeting his hands, “your land is so beautiful, and i really like it here. and you are-” he stops before he goes too far.

you won’t let it go though, “and i am what?” you smile at him and his nervousness.

“i like people really easily, but i don’t know if i will anymore,” he responds, smiling back so captivatingly, “i think you might have taken that away from me.”

“what?! don’t put that on me!” you exclaim. how dare he say it’s practically your fault. he laughs lightheartedly, and it is impossible not to adore him.

“it’s true!” he says, “how am i supposed to look anywhere else?”

you wonder the same thing, but with the opposite problem. how are you supposed to keep looking around you when you’re finding so many perfect souls?

“i know i already said it, but i’m just so easily in love. i think i watched too many plays growing up, but i’ve always imagined romeo and juliet, star-crossed, made for each other lovers, finally having their happy ending,” he’s so lost in his head, up in the clouds, “maybe i could have that someday,” he sighs sweetly.

“i think you will,” you tell him, “i can’t promise it’ll be me, but i know you’ll find that passion and romance you’re looking for in someone.”

he’s silent again, pausing because he’s anxious this time. he’s itching to say something, but he’s not sure he’s ready to hear your response, “is… there a chance that it is you?” he asks.

“what? what do you mean?”

“is there a chance… you’ll pick me?” he asks again, somehow both more and less hopeful. you settle on him being more dramatic the second time, “do i have a chance with you?” yes, definitely more dramatic. this scene feels out of a movie.

“i wouldn’t say you don’t have a chance…” you lower your head to hide a fond smile, and maybe even a warm face, “it was a pleasure meeting you, taerae. i hope to see you again,” you say to him, looking back up at him. his eyes are still sparkling, “i have other suitors i still have to meet, but come find me again sometime. i’d love to talk more with you.”

he frowns unconsciously, almost like a pout. it’s so hard to not think he’s adorable, “okay, but can you promise me something?” he asks, “promise me you’ll still think of me. when you talk to them, can i still keep just a small piece of your mind occupied?”

you find yourself laughing with him, but you wonder if his hopeless romantic heart is finding it’s home in your castle, finding a place to rest knowing it won’t be hurt anymore. once it settles, it won’t want to go anywhere. not that you plan to do anything about it.

“yes, i promise. i won’t let you leave my head for even a second,” you say, as you bid him farewell for now.

you don’t miss the moment that prince (practically king at this point) jiwoong walks in the door, standing tall with his shoulders back, scanning the room for the person he’s here for: you.

and it’s so darling and perfectly timed that he decided to make his (late) entrance now. just as you started to think about him, he popped up in your world. how ironic is that?

you also don’t miss the way taerae eyes jiwoong as he walks away from you. you wonder if he has truly started to fall in love, just like in all the movies. was it really love at first sight?

“prince jiwoong, what a pleasure to see you here,” you smile as he bows, standing back up with a satisfied smile on his face too.

if taerae is love at first sight, jiwoong is childhood friends to lovers. you don’t remember meeting jiwoong, but you do remember playing card games with him in the corner of the meeting room to distract yourselves while royal council and your combined family members of royalty were discussing things that actually mattered. you were teaching him how to play all the card games you liked. he was a terrible student, but he tried so hard. maybe it was just because it was you.

“hello again, your highness. you are looking as beautiful as ever,” he says, cupping your cheek with his hand momentarily.

‘thank you, jiwoong,” his boldness and compliments are enough to make you flustered just slightly, “you are… are you here for me?”

“why else would i be here? if we get married, we could rule both of our kingdoms together! it is a beautiful idea,” he says, “tell me the things you like. i can give you whatever you’d like, your highness.”

you can’t help but laugh. he’s taking this role so seriously, “the things i like? like what?”

“hmm… what colors do you like? and dislike?”

“why?”

“because showing off all my riches means nothing to you. me buying all the gold in the world wouldn’t impress you if you like silver jewelry more,” he explains like it’s obvious. he has to know your preferences before buying you the whole planet, clearly, “or what if i build you a castle, but the walls are a color you dislike? then you’d just be stuck in an ugly display of wealth. i don’t want that for you.”

“ah, i see,” you say, “in that case, you should take notes. i’m particular about the things i like, you know,” you’re mostly joking, but he takes it 100% seriously.

“then i will obtain a notebook, and come back to you when i find one-”

“jiwoong, i am playing with you, please relax,” you smile at him, and he finally looks at you with something other than flirtatiousness and charm in his eyes. something softer. fondness, maybe.

“it is really great to see you, your highness,” he mutters, much gentler and sweeter this time, “i’ve missed you.”

you’ve known jiwoong since the beginning of time practically. you’ve both been raised as royals up to take the throne, having been at important meetings with each other for years. he had always been this awkward kid until he suddenly hit puberty and got insanely hot. not to mention how good it would be for your kingdoms to find some unity. he is a logical choice, and maybe more than just that.

because you know this cool guy facade is just that: a facade.

“oh! i also have something for you!” he says, pulling something out of his pocket. you expect it to be a flower, one just as beautiful and unique as the rest of them. and this was unique all right.

but it’s not a flower.

he pulls out a small figurine of a person or character that you don’t even recognize, but the last time you saw him at one of those meetings, he was telling you about a show he watched, one that he really liked, and he described a character with similar attributes to this figurine. you wonder if they were related.

“what is this?”

“something i like, for someone i like,” he says with a silly smirk, like there’s something more to this toy than just what is plainly visible.

“well, thank you,” you say, inspecting it closely. it’s small enough to fit in your pocket, so that’s where you put it to keep it safe. you imagine you’ll keep it on the desk in your study. maybe if you don’t pick him, it’ll be a reminder of what you missed out on.

and what you didn’t miss out on if you do pick him and his charming face.

he shakes his head, smiling fondly again as he pulls something out of his pocket again, “but yes, i did get you a flower. it’s a d-”

“you got me a narcissus?” you ask rhetorically when you see it, taking it from him, “are you calling yourself narcissistic? or me?” you laugh, watching him frantically try to recover.

“no! it’s a daffodil! it’s a sign of new beginnings, not-” he shakes his head, “it doesn’t matter. call it what you want, i meant to give it to you as a sign that we are meeting again as new people. we used to just be young royals that knew of each other, but now… can i tell you something?,” you nod. he steps closer, playing with the ends of your hair with his fingertips, “i always liked you. i wanted to marry you when we were younger, and now i’ll marry you for real.”

“for real? you wanted to marry me?” you ask him, “or are you just saying that so i’ll pick you?”

he raises an eyebrow at you playfully, “really? you’re calling me a pick-me?”

“i don’t know! maybe you are one!”

he laughs, heartily, like he’s already a king. it’s in his blood to be one, “it’s all real though. i have always wanted to marry you. give it some thought, i’ll always come back to you,” he smiles, and as you part ways with jiwoong, even asking him what the hell he meant by giving you a figurine of a character, you wonder if the destined prince could be yours. he’s the catch, the prize you should want dearly. maybe you do for different reasons.

still seeing jiwoong’s charismatic gaze from across the room, you make your way to the seating area where plenty of guests are making casual conversation over drinks. some are laughing, some are crying, and you see someone who sticks out to you.

for the second time tonight, it’s someone you recognize.

“yujin? is that you?” you call out and he perks up, searching for the owner of the voice that called his name, standing up to see you.

“oh, your highness,” he comes over quickly, politely bowing as you marvel at him.

“please, we’ve known each other forever, you can just call me by name,” you say, “wow, it has been so long since i’ve seen you! how are you? how have things been in your kingdom?”

yujin is the son of a marquise in a neighboring kingdom, but because of his mother’s impeccable reputation and connections, he had done his studies in your kingdom under the care of the nobility in your castle. and thus, you’ve known him for years. he only disappeared recently to go back home; this is your first time seeing him since he left about two years ago. you could pinpoint that bunny face anywhere.

yujin is like a younger brother. he’s cute, well-liked, and a bit of a troublemaker. he wouldn’t make an incredible husband. and yet…

“i’ve been well. things are good right now, thank you,’ he says.

the question at the tip of your tongue is eating away at you, so you decide to just ask it, “can i ask why you were sent here? i mean, i am happy to see you, but you are… young… and this is a question of marriage.”

“my mother is not fond of the idea either, but there was no one else to send. the prince of my kingdom is already betrothed,” he explains, “i know this is also a search for love, and finding that in me doesn’t seem likely, even years from now. it’s okay if you pick someone else, but..” there’s this weird, distant look in his eyes. he probably feel even more awkward than you, “do you remember when your mother scolded me for dropping the vase in the front hall?”

“yeah? still don’t know why you covered for me. you really didn’t have to,” you say, retrospectively, after you begged him to please take the blame for it so your mom wouldn’t be mad at you.

“and when i helped you study when you told me you wanted to pursue an education in political affairs, even though at the time you were not next in line for the throne,” he continues, nervously looking at you. he’s still that same shy kid he’s been all these years.

“crazy how much has changed,” you murmur.

“what i mean to say is all these people can promise you so much and i can promise you nothing. we’re in different worlds, i know that. know you could never love me romantically. because i am just a brother, just a nuisance to your peace, but you don’t know any of these people like how you know me,” he rants, continuing his explanation, “i will not make a good partner, at least for a while, but i can be a confidant for you. the world can know you as you want to be known; i will still know you for what you are.”

and that’s when it hits you just how weird it is that yujin is here. despite being your close friend for years, he’s a 16-year-old kid. he can’t get married just yet, he’s got years of energy and liveliness that should stay untamed.

and yet you see his mother in his eyes. they look eerily similar. you see caution and hesitancy and nervousness. you’ve spent years wondering if sensitive, shy, soft-spoken han yujin will have to face this cruel world alone, you don’t want that for him.

“but don’t do this just for me,” he says as if he’s reading your mind. it’s crazy that he just knows, “you don’t have to protect me.”

but you do. because who else will?

“i do though,” you smile at him, “i promised your mother that i would take care of you.”

because sure, getting married forces him into the spotlight, but it also gives him the chance to do something he really wants. you know that a marquis’s job is not something yujin wants for himself, and all those times he taught you about politics, you could see the stars in his eyes. even if it’s just behind the scenes, this kid was born to rule.

you still remember talking to his mother, even as just a kid that was a little older than her son. you remember her asking you to promise her that, when yujin was away, you’d look after him. even after all this time, that promise still weighs heavy on you.

“you should go,” he says, and you look up at him after being lost in thought for so long, “there’s other people you should meet. i’ll see you after the party, okay?”

“yujin,” you frown, trying to find the right words, “take care of yourself. if i can’t, i mean.”

“of course, your highness,” he smiles.

“okay, then,” you wonder if he's just saying it to appease you. it was always you taking care of him. what was he going to do?

“oh! and i was just talking with gunwook here. he is also a suitor. maybe you could talk with him for a bit!” yujin says, as sweetly as ever. his heart is good even if he’s mischievous and childish sometimes.

the person he was pointing to looks up after hearing his name. you notice his lips are pouted, but it seems like he doesn’t notice himself. maybe it's unconscious for him. it’s cute.

you say, “gunwook, was it?” and he looks up at you, nodding slowly. you can’t help but giggle, “do you want to introduce yourself to me?”

he jumps up, “can we find somewhere more… secluded?” he asks, but suddenly backtracks when he sees your playfully shocked expression, “oh wait, i don’t mean like that! i just want to talk, i swear, your highness!”

he is just adorable, it’s so hard to not laugh at how seriously he’s taking this.

you give yujin one last look, waving him goodbye, “okay, take me away, then,” you say, smiling, and so gunwook does just that. he takes your hand to lead you to the balcony area.

it’s the first time breathing fresh air all night; it’s way too stuffy inside the ballroom. plus, it’s a nice change of scenery.

gunwook stands at a respectful distance away from you, looking up at the moon in awe (like he hasn’t seen it before? has he never seen the moon?).

“did you know that a new moon symbolizes youth and innocence, but a full moon symbolizes maturity and celebration?” he says, still looking up at the sky, even when you look over at him. its difficult to not admire his beauty in this moment. he’s tall with dark hair and dark, soothing eyes. the moonlight just radiates off his skin so easily. he catches you in a daze when he finally looks over at you, “did you know that?”

“no,” you say, shaking your head as you look away, gazing over the town below. it looks so small from all the way up here, “i didn’t.”

“there’s a lot of literature that represents the growth and decay of the moon as cycles of human life. it’s really interesting,” he says.

“so… you’re a scholar?”

he rubs the back of his head with his hand almost nervously, “i guess so. most of the time people just call me a nerd.”

“it’s not nerdy to be intelligent,” you tell him, moving just a tab bit closer to him, “what do you like to study?”

“i like learning about philosophy. that’d probably be my biggest field of interest,” he says, “i like learning about different ways to approach life, morality, purpose, stuff like that.”

“that’s so cool. i liked learning about that kind of stuff, but my education was more focused on preparing me to rule. lots of classes on foreign policy, less so on literature,” you explain to him. he listens so intently, a small frown on his face when your smile drops, “i guess i envy you. i missed out when i was young.”

he doesn’t respond right away, taking a second to reflect. he has spent his whole life studying and learning all the topics that interested him, and you never got that luxury. his family was nobility, but because he was the youngest son, he wasn’t required to take up the role as the next in line. he was allowed to spend his whole youth learning the things he wanted to learn.

you were always going to become the ruler of your kingdom. he had the freedom that you didn’t.

“you never introduced yourself to me,” you say, “i only know your name because yujin told me.”

“oh, right, my apologies, your highness. my name is park gunwook. i am… a noble scholar,” his voice is much softer, almost sadder than before. it lost the spark it had when he was excitedly telling you about the moon, “can i ask you something, your highness?”

“sure, what is it?”

if he could frown anymore, he’d be doing that right now, “have you met someone tonight who… you want to marry?”

“i don’t know yet, why?”

“nothing , it’s just,” he looks away, nervous, but then right back at you, “i want to be that someone.”

“gunwook,” you say. he looks over at you, “you can't just say that. you don't know what that means."

he looks at you like a deer in headlights, so afraid of accidentally coming off as ignorant and naive, but eventually, he breathes out a sigh, “yes, i do,” he says, “i think you’re beautiful and intelligent and i saw the way you spoke to yujin. you’re so kind and caring. i don’t know anything else, but i know that,” there are stars in his eyes once again, like the energy has come back to his soul.

he says, “i think i’ve spent my whole life looking at books and newspapers and i have not once looked up and saw the world.”

“do you want to see the world?”

“i want to experience everything in this world. i could tell you about the moon. or the stars. or the sun. i could tell you the stories i’ve read,” he smiles at you, reaching to hold your hand, “i’m young. despite all i know, i don’t really think i know much at all. maybe i would make a terrible partner, maybe we have nothing in common. but i…”

he stops himself momentarily.

“i’ll be good to you. for you, i mean,” he pulls a flower out of his pocket. both of you forgot its existence until this very moment, “here, your highness. this is for you.”

the flower he hands you is delicate, and you recognize it as an iris. it has some yellows and whites in the center, but the petals are this deep, saturated purple. it is lovely to hold, just like his hand. you notice he hasn’t let go this whole time.

“thank you, gunwook,” you smile back at him, looking back at the still buzzing ballroom. if you’ve counted right, there’s one more person you need to meet.

“don’t leave. not yet, at least,” he says, tightening his hold on your hand. you look back at him, “stay here with me.”

you give one, final glance to the ballroom as you make your decision, “okay,” you tell him, leaning over the balcony to gaze at the scenery. it does look strangely out of a movie, “let’s stay here a little longer,” you whisper as he stands closer to you.

“thank you,” he whispers back.

after a moment of silence, peacefully gazing off into the night sky, you speak up again.

“gunwook?” you ask. he hums in acknowledgment, “what do the stars in the sky tonight mean?”

he doesn’t say it out loud, but he wants to say how much he already likes you.

pretend it's meant to be.

pretend it’s written in the stars.

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hobeemin · 2 years

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boy next door

🌿 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, romance, s2l

🌿 pairing: kim taehyung x poc!(f) reader

🌿 rating: 18+

🌿 warning(s): swearing, body worship, confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, fingering, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage, protected sex, tae is sweet

�� word count: 3.2k

🌿 credits: thank you to @namjinsmoonchile and @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading this!

🌿 a/n:

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Autumn Acquaintances

⁂ Hosted by: professor valerie through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: white pumpkins - something new

⤐ Theme(s): opposites attract, guy next door

⤐ Kinks: confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage

Moving into a new apartment was her first step to independence. After living in the university dorms for so long, it was time for a change. She needed her space. Luckily, a unit opened up not far from the university she attended. Her prayers had been answered with a great location, price, and amenities.

She moved in without any issues with the help of her friends. As Y/N grew accustomed to apartment living, she hadn’t met any of her neighbors, but that was alright. They all seemed to be either college students or working professionals.

That would all change.

Y/N glared at the elevator, arms full of bags, growing impatient. She decided she didn't want to wait for the elevator, and decided to climb the three flights up to her place.

Huffing with fatigue, the bags grew heavier with each step. When she finally made it to her floor, Y/N almost stumbled over a carpet snag, catching herself, but one of the bags ripped, sending fruits tumbling down the hallway.

“Shit!”

“Are you alright?” A deep voice asked.

She looked around, searching for the direction of the voice, until her eyes settled on a man coming out of the apartment adjacent to hers.

Whoa.

He was gorgeous. Wearing an open buttoned long striped shirt, white tee, dark pants, and slides, he looked so relaxed.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, the concern on his face.

She blinked, realizing that he was speaking to her. “Um, I’m fine; and just tripped, and one of my bags ripped open.”

“Here, I’ll help you,” he offered, picking up the fallen items.

“T-Thank you,” she stuttered. She fumbled with the keys and opened the door.

She kicked her shoes off before heading to the island counter and deposited the grocery bags. As she turned, she almost bumped into him, squeaking by how quiet he was. He smiled, holding onto the bag with the spilled fruits.

“Want these on that counter?”

“Yes, please.”

Once he placed the bag down, Y/N bowed her head. “Thank you again.”

He smirked, scratching the bridge of his nose. “Always happy to help out. I’m Kim Taehyung. I live in the unit next to you.”

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Are you a student at the university?”

“Sort of. I’m in the culinary arts,” she answered.

“Oh, that's cool! I can’t cook at all,” he said sheepishly, “I teach art at the university."

He was a professor?!

Goodness. Handsome and talented.

“Well if you want a break from instant noodles, I might have to invite you over for dinner as thanks.” She felt her cheeks grow warm as he looked at her in amusement. “I mean, if you’d like to or aren’t busy.”

He couldn’t help but notice how cute she got when flustered.

“Hey, instant noodles are the best, but who am I to say no to free dinner? I’d be happy to join you sometime,” he chuckled.

Was she flirting? He wanted to kick himself. She’d probably thought he was being corny.

But in fact it was quite the opposite. She felt drawn to him. Y/N was just about to respond to his comment when he glanced down at his watch, tuting with a frown.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat longer, but I have a meeting to go to.”

She bit her lip, looking away. It wasn’t her intention to keep him so long. "Thank you again for helping with my bags. I hope to see you around Taehyung."

He tried to keep his smile hidden, a little flushed from her statement. “You were a much needed distraction for me today. Take care, Y/N.”

He gave her a small wave before leaving the apartment. She waved after him, closing the door behind him. Biting her lip once more, Y/N began to put her groceries away.

Kim Taehyung was quite intriguing.

The days went by as Y/N grew accustomed to her new place. With her class and work schedule, she only ran into Taehyung if she was leaving or going to class or work. A few times they would happen to be washing laundry at the same time.

While she tried to sound confident, she’d end up fumbling over her words. It was one of the things he found endearing about her.

As she walked back to the apartment one day, she paused, seeing a small dog running up and down the sidewalk. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped closer. The dog stopped a few feet from her cocking his head towards her as if wondering why she wasn't petting him. Y/N kneeled down giving it a small smile and held out her hand.

“Hello.”

The dog trotted closer, giving her a curious look before sniffing her hand. It seemed to like her and licked her hand as it wagged its tail. Y/N chuckled, giving it a pat on the head. The dog barked and rolled over, showing her its belly, demanding pets.

“Oh, you’re just adorable. Where is your mom or dad?”

“Yeontan!!”

The dog’s ears perked up as its tongue lulled. Y/N looked up to see Taehyung sprinting down the street. Seeing her with the dog made his eyes widened.

“Oh, goodness, you found my dog.”

Y/N glanced down at the dog scratching behind its ears. “Was running in front of the apartment.”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you Y/N. We were on a walk and I went inside to get something to drink at the store. He must have wiggled out of his leash. I almost had a heart attack.”

She nodded, still petting Yeontan. “He’s a good boy. He found his way home.”

A boxy grin spread on his face. “You’re an angel. Seriously, thank you so much.”

Now it was her turn to be flustered. Why did he always do that to her? She brushed it aside with a small giggle as she stood. “Consider us even. I still owe you dinner so stop by anytime with Yeontan.”

Taehyung stepped closer to her, gazing into her eyes. Y/N gulped softly.

“At least this gives me an excuse to see you again, Y/N.”

“O-Oh it was nothing,” she replied shyly, twisting her braids between her fingers.

His eyes darted up and down her frame. “Mhmm,” he scooped up Yeontan, turning towards the entrance. “Thank you again, Y/N. Have a good day.”

She glanced down at the ground as he walked away. “Y-Yeah. You too, Taehyung!”

Once he was out of sight, she released the breath she’d be holding.

Get it together.

He was just being nice!

Nope, that look said more than what he was saying.

She brushed the thoughts away. There was no way he liked her. Sure she was drawn to him and he was so easy to talk with-when she wasn’t stumbling over her words. No matter how she felt about him, they would only be friends.

But a gal could dream.

So much for dreams becoming reality.

One particularly gloomy rainy Friday, Y/N dragged herself back to her apartment. After a grueling week, she wanted to treat herself to a decent meal, a large glass of wine, and true crime documentaries. She heard footsteps behind her as she was unlocking her door. Taehyung, damp from the rain, shuffled out of the elevator and towards his apartment carrying a package.

Blushing, she turned away before taking a deep breath. He was standing at his door, reaching for his keys.

“Hey, Taehyung.”

He looked up from the sound of his name until his eyes fell on her. His signature boxy grin appeared as he adjusted the large square package. “Hey, Y/N. Yeontan misses ya.”

Whatever nervousness she had disappeared at the mention of Yeontan. ”Oh, please give him some pets for me.”

His gaze darkened at him as he laughed. “You could always visit and give him all the pets. He can’t be spoiled enough,” as his door clicked open, he gave her one more smile amused by her expression. “Enjoy your night.”

“You too.”

Once Y/N walked inside, she jumped around in the living room. He definitely was flirting with her! But what did it mean? Did he like her? So many thoughts wracked her brain as she went to the bathroom to shower.

Once she washed the grime of the day off, she walked out, shaking her braids from the shower cap, and ran her hands through for any tangles. She went into the kitchen and opened the cupboards, humming to herself as she began pulling ingredients out.

Playing music, she began to cut up the vegetables and put them in a hot skillet with oil. A knock came on her door when she was about to add the garlic. Y/N looked up in surprise, turned the stovetop off, and walked over, she peeked through the peephole and saw Taehyung standing there.

With curiosity, she opened the door.

“Taehyung.”

He looked relieved to see her there. She noticed how anxious he looked standing there. Worry crossed her face.

“Are you okay?”

He let out a bark of a laugh. “Hardly. I-I‘m not sure how to say this.”

Her heart hammered in her chest. Okay now she was concerned. “Maybe it would be easier if you said it really fast.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as red crept into his cheeks as he sighed. “Alright. IlikeyouY/N.”

Y/N frowned. “Pardon?”

His face turned pale as he made eye contact with her, “I like you, Y/N–”

Did she hear him correctly?

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Seeing you that day when you dropped your groceries, I was…blown away. And all I could do was just pick up those fruits. You have no idea how nervous I get seeing you sometimes.”

She looked skeptical, earning a laugh from him. “Seriously. I tried to look cool, but inside I was a wreck.”

She continued to stare at him as he stepped forward. “I thought I didn’t have a chance with you, but hell, we kept running into each other. I decided to take a chance cause I might never get this chance again.”

She was stunned. Taehyung felt insecure by her stare, and maybe she didn’t feel the same way. And now he felt like a fool. Shock crossed his face as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his cheek. She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his.

That’s all it took.

The kiss was was tamed, innocent, as if they were they both were both testing the waters. Taehyung wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to seem taller for their kiss. He picked her up with ease, walking past the threshold, closing the door with his foot before pushing her up against the door.

They parted, catching their breath as they were bothy both took in the moment. Taehyung searched her eyes for any doubt.

“Is this okay? I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing things.”

She shook her head, giving him a small peck on the lips. “No. I want this, Tae. I want you.”

Their lips connected once more, his tongue swiping her gently. Her lips parted as their tongues collided, swirling. Taehyung inched down to her neck, biting, nibbling, and kissing her sensitive skin. The sounds Y/N made made him want her more. He gripped the bottom of her tank top, waiting for her to give him consent. She nodded, and he removed it, sucking in a breath at how beautiful she looked. Perky, full breasts fit snug into a bra, her nipples straining against the fabric. He cupped one breast, squeezing it gently. Y/N leened into his touch, bracing against the wall. His hands set to work pulling her breasts from their confines. His tongue flicked her nipple, making her whimper. He smiled against her skin.

“Like that?”

“Uh-huh,” she breathed out.

He continued giving attention to each breast as she squirmed in his arms. With reluctance, he popped one out of his mouth as his fingers moved down to the waistband of her shorts.

“M-May I?” he whispered against her neck.

Y/N’s head bobbed, and she hissed, biting down on her lip as his fingers teased against her clothed pussy lips.

“O-Oh yes,” she cried, lifting her hips.

He moaned at the sounds she made, making him continue his actions. He shivered at how wet she was already. His middle finger pulsed against her clit, causing her to do tiny jumps against his fingers.

“You feel amazing, Y/N,” he cooed, kissing her neck before taking one finger and slipping it into her cunt.

Y/N gripped his shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut. “Another...u-use another finger, p-please.”

He slipped another finger in joining the other and massaged her walls as he pumped them gently. “Y-You should see how beautiful you look right now, Y/N. So angelic,” he moaned. She rutted slowly against his fingers crying out each time they brushed her g-spot.

He nibbled on her earlobe, groaning as her walls tightened around his fingers. “Cum for me, Angel. I wanna feel you coat my fingers,” he purred.

That's all she needed. Y/N leaned forward, biting down on his shoulder as a muffled cry spilled out. Her body froze just as the warmth in her belly was released. She jerked on the counter as Taehyung held her so she wouldn’t fall over. Her body convulsed as tiny whimpers passed her lips as her arousal seeped and coated his fingers and hand.

She melted against him, seeking his lips as they kissed each other lazily. Breathing hard, Tae smiled, watching her come down for her high. Y/N rested against his shoulder for a few moments trying to catch her breath.

“T-That was...you w-were...fuck,” she trembled. Taehyung kissed the top of her head. “Don’t stroke my ego; it’ll go to my head.”

She gave him a sleepy grin. “Doubt I could.”

He slipped his fingers from her pussy, tasting them with a smile. “Delicious.”

She became flustered immediately, trying to hide her embarrassment. Taehyung couldn’t get over how cute she looked.

“Can you walk?”

“Don’t think I can,” she answered.

He adjusted his hold on her, kissing her lips. “We can stop right now if you want.”

She kissed him back, shaking her head. “No. No, I want you, Tae.”

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

He carried her into the the room, placing her down on the bed with care. Keeping his eyes on her, he undressed. She was once again transfixed by his beauty.

He was a piece of art.

Every part seemed sculpted and well-shaded. She took note of his cock, and it slapped against his stomach, precum dribbling from the head. He crawled up to her, helping her undress, kissing as much skin as he could. Seeing her splayed before him made him tremble.

She wanted him. He grabbed a condom from his sweatpants, ripping the foil and rolling it on quickly. Slotting himself between her legs, he kissed her lips. He arranged the two pillows to support her neck and placed his head at her entrance.

Looking into her eyes, she nodded, and he eased himself inside. Her breath hitched as her hands scrambled to grab his arms. Taehyung began kissing her neck, earlobes, and cheeks, whispering words of promise. Y/N let herself sink into the pleasure, moans growing as he thrust at a steady pace.

“Y-You’re so beautiful,” he panted as he rolled his hips.

“T-Tae,” she gasped.

She could see stars as she matched his rhythm. Taehyung lifted her leg, letting it rest on his shoulder, making her cry out at the new angle. Y/N's nails dug into his back.

Tae moaned as her pussy tightened around his cock. Her nails on his back turned him on. He pressed his body, slick with sweat, against hers as their pace quickened. He moved her hands above her head and intertwined with them. He only had eyes for her.

"Oh, Y/N," he grunted as his movements switched to slow but hard rhythmic thrusts as he pulled out farther before pushing himself all the way in again.

Their bodies moved as one well-oiled machine, knowing what the other craved. He felt himself nearing the edge and held inside her while leaning down to place hot kisses on her lips. His cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, wanting release.

She felt herself dissolve into the pleasure, knowing she was close. She felt him throb inside her, and she opened her eyes, staring at him through wet eyelashes. The look on his face was unlike anything she had seen. Something gleamed in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Angel,” he groaned. “Need you now.”

“T-Tae!”

For the second time that night, Y/N cried out for him as another wave crashed over her. She gripped his back, holding on for dear life. Watching her orgasm again made Tae follow after her, groaning out as he thrust through her pleasure. His hands went into her hair, kissing her feverishly as they came down from their high.

He dropped down, resting against her. She carded her fingers through his hair, making him murmur. Though exhaustion crossed their faces, he removed himself from her. Stroking her hair, he kissed her forehead.

“Be back in a minute.”

She could only mumble softly as he got up and walked into the bathroom. He returned quickly, holding a washcloth. He helped her sit up and wiped the sweat from her body. She leaned against him as he worked, her infatuation for him growing. Once he finished, he threw the washcloth in the hamper and wrapped her in his arms as they laid down on the bed. Pulling the comforter around them, he stroked her back softly.

“Any regrets?”

“None,” she answered.

“Neither do I. I would have asked you on a date first, but–” he laughed softly, “things sometimes don’t go as planned.”

“Not too late for that date. I still owe you dinner,” she said, getting out of bed with some effort.

His eyes widened. “I get to eat?”

She giggled, slipping on a long shirt. “Yes. You’ll be my wonderful sous chef.”

He sat up, grabbing his sweatpants. “Gonna have to teach me.”

She chuckled, taking his hand into hers. "No worries. You’ll be a chef in the making in no time.”

He beamed, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently. “Well I’ve got a beautiful coach.”

They went into the kitchen and set to work finishing the meal that was almost forgotten. Once the pan came out of the oven, she served up two plates as Taehyung grabbed their drinks and cutlery. Settling on the couch, they cuddled up as they watched a movie on the television. Taehyung took one bite, making a noise of contentment.

“This is amazing!”

Y/N chuckled, feeling bashful as she looked down at her plate. “I’m happy you like it.”

He leaned in kissing her cheek. “I love it. I look forward to what we make of this.”

She smiled up at him with a nod. “So am I.”

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bored-cop-man · 1 month

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1. Hello Guest Quentin and Hello Neighbor 2 Quentin are two separate people; I call HG Quentin "Norman"

2. That said, Norman and Smith would make a good couple, simply an opinion

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6. Beatrix is probably the most adult-y adult I've ever seen, mostly just a statement

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poledancingdinos · 2 years

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 1

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans

Catch up: Series Masterlist

Taglist: @peaches1958 @identity2212 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @amberangel112

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"Holyshiet,” I blurt out, catching my friend’s attention, “that's fucking cheap. How is that room not taken?" I turn my phone screen towards Jared so he can look at it from across the table.

Jared only shrugs, turning his focus back to the laptop in front of him. "Maybe the guy rentin’ it out is a freak. Or maybe he just didn't bother takin’ the ad down. What’s it say? Posted over 30 days ago?"

I read the ad again, scrolling through the pictures. "The place is nice but the ad doesn't say anythin’ about this Riley guy so ya might just be right ‘bout him bein’ a freak."

At this point, what do I care? I’ve been looking for a place to stay for the last three weeks and so far I’ve found jack shit. Not a single one bedroom is available anywhere in this town or in the two neighboring ones which means I had to start looking at rooms for rent. There were a couple of other places in my price range but all of them involved sharing with a couple of college kids. I’m a thirty-five year old retired army captain. It’s bad enough that I gotta bunk with a roommate again, I put my foot down at sharing with party-loving frat boys who just want me around to buy them cheap beer.

Yeah, this guy might be a freak but the place is about a hundred dollars less per month than I was expecting to pay and there would only be the one roommate. It beats sleeping on Jared’s couch and constantly being a third-wheel to a married couple. I feel like I’m one of those man-child characters on a TV show where the married people set up an apartment over the garage because the husband’s best friend can’t live on his own or hold down a job for shit.

"Only one way to find out," I begrudgingly say, copying the phone number into a blank text and typing up a message.

"Riley?" I ask as I approach him.

I step down from my truck to find an older man standing near the back entrance of the building. He holds a cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before pulling it away and stamping it out on the brick wall.

The man shakes his head, extending his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Clayton, the landlord. I'll be showin’ ya the apartment."

"I thought I'd be meetin’ Riley today.” That pisses me off. Either the guy isn’t reliable enough to hold his appointment with me or he just didn’t give a shit and blew me off.

Clayton unclips a packed keyring from the buckle of his jeans and unlocks the door to the building.

"Riley is out of town for the week. It was a last minute thing."

I follow as we climb to the fourth floor landing. Oh the guys are gonna love dragging my mattress up these steps. If I end up moving in here, I’m going to owe them more than pizza and beer that’s for damn sure.

"How long has this room been available?"

"Oh, 'bout, three months or so."

My eyebrows fly up before pulling together in a frown. I had guessed it had been a while but three whole months?

"This is a steal for the market right now, how has no one jumped on this place?"

We reach the top floor and Clayton moves to the door on the far left. He flips through his keys until he finds the one engraved with the number 401.

"The girl who rents it gets the final say in the matter.” He turns the knob and pushes the door open. “She filters the people who text her then we do the visits together 'cause it lets me get a feel for who might be livin' in my property. If I approve, she does an actual interview."

Did I just hear that right? "Wait, the person livin’ here is a woman?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Is it a problem? It’s not what I expected but I’m desperate. Would living with a woman really be worse than with a guy? Maybe if I planned on taking girls home every night but after how shit went down with Lisa, that won’t be happening any time soon. Hell, none of the girls in this town will even look me in the eye anymore. They’re all too afraid to invoke Lisa’s wrath.

Who am I kidding, of course it’ll be a problem.

"No, Sir. It's not what I expected but I'm not against it."

I step through the threshold, taking a few steps before stopping behind the worn gray couch in the living room. One of the reasons I assumed that a man was living in the apartment was the fact that it was completely devoid of any personal touches or decorations. There is a large flat screen television and coffee table but an empty space where a dining room table and chairs should be. Instead there is a pair of barstools at the kitchen island.

"The last three men I met were all outta here before I’d even had time to finish a cigarette after leavin' them alone for their interview so I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you."

Oh great. This girl is sounding more and more frustrating by the minute. If she doesn’t want to room with a guy then why the fuck not put it in the ad?

"And what about the women?"

"There haven't been any who came 'round for a visit.”

Huh. That was an unexpected answer.

“She lived alone for almost two years before decidin’ on gettin’ a roommate. I get the feelin’ she's usin’ this as a substitute for that Timber business."

I almost correct the man but I get the feeling that having a strong knowledge of hookup apps might not be the best way of selling myself to a potential landlord. I follow as Clayton steps further into the apartment, leading me down a hallway with three doors and opening the last on the right. "This right here would be your room, the bathroom in the hall would basically be your private bathroom since the master on the other side has its own. The old owners had a shower and toilet added into the laundry room for their son which is why you’re lucky enough to not have to share."

Clayton's cell phone rings and after checking the caller ID, he excuses himself to answer it out in the hall. I take the opportunity to check the plumbing in the kitchen and the bathroom, flushing the toilet and making sure the hot water works well everywhere. The place appears well looked after and the bedroom is more than big enough for the few belongings I took with me after splitting up with my ex. I threw it all in storage while I crashed on Jer’s couch. I wanted to get out of my old apartment so badly after the breakup that I didn't fight for any of the things we bought together — scratch that, the things I bought at Lisa’s request — only taking what I already owned before moving in. Luckily for me, that included the bedroom set with the king bed.

By the end of my inspection, I’m convinced that this would be the perfect place for me. It’s close to my work, in the same part of town as most of my friends and far enough away from Lisa that the possibility of running into her on a day to day basis is relatively small. Plus, I saw a nice communal yard in the area between the four apartment buildings in the collection which would be great for letting Aika out to run.

"Sorry 'bout that. There's a heatin’ problem at another one of my properties so we may have to cut this short. If ya don't mind, I've got a few questions for ya before I let ya go then Riley can be in touch herself to reschedule a meetin’."

Maybe this time she’ll actually show up.

"All right, shoot."

"Why don't ya have any references from previous landlords? Ya look to be in your thirties but there ain't one person listed on your application."

"I've been in the army for the last decade. With me bein’ overseas a lotta the time it was easier to either let my ex or my previous roommates take care of that stuff. My name has never officially been on a lease."

The man hums, nodding his head.

"My son was a Marine. He never spent much time at his apartment either."

I notice how Clayton is only using the past tense but I know enough not to bring it up. After a moment of silence Clayton clears his throat.

"Ya said ya got a dog?"

I can’t help but smile when he mentions Aika.

"I do. A German Shepherd."

"We got a lotta little dogs in the buildin'. I don't like their odds ‘gainst a hundred pound Shepherd."

"That won't be a problem, Sir. She's incredibly well trained, the army saw to that."

Now, if any of my potential neighbors are fixing pipe bombs in their apartments, that’s a whole different story, but somehow I think he might just forgive a bite in favor of keeping his building in one piece.

Clayton seems satisfied with my answers. "I got no objection to ya movin' in here but, like I said, Riley will make a decision after she meets with ya. She'll be in touch."

I follow the man out of the building then say a polite goodbye before climbing into my truck and making my way back to Jared's house. I really wanted this place to work out but after what I heard about Riley, I’m far from sure I would meet up to her standards — whatever those might be — and I’m even less convinced that she would meet up to mine but beggars can’t be choosers.

The corner apartment was nice and bright from the big windows. The high ceilings and open floor plan made it plenty big enough for hosting a football night but the kitchen, living room and dining room being open also means there would be no privacy save for our bedrooms. The place was spotless but that could have simply been due to the fact that she was out of town. Mostly, I wonder what was said between Riley and the three other guys for her to turn them away less than five minutes after sitting down with them.

Riley

This past week in Vegas has left me absolutely exhausted. The blisters on my feet have blisters of their own, I have more bruises than skin and I’m sure that once I go to sleep, I won’t wake for at least a week but I agreed to meet Sy tomorrow and I’ve already blown him off once so my prolonged nap is gonna have to wait. The first thing I have to do when I get home is rinse off the damn glitter that I somehow keep finding everywhere despite my multiple showers since my last performance. Let’s just hope the increase in subscriptions and followers is worth spending the last of the emergency fund I had saved up.

I’ve been looking for a roommate for over three months but so far, I haven’t gotten along with the few girls who showed interest and the men, well… All of those I agreed to meet have recognized me as soon as they’ve seen me. One even thought it was completely sensible to ask for a private show right there on the spot. Thank god none of them said anything in front of Clayton.

The process hasn’t been fun but I really need someone to split the bills with me. After I lost my job, I started waitressing. When that didn’t cut it, I started working at a strip club two towns over. It was good money considering I worked four nights a week but it still wasn’t enough to pay for my living expenses and my stupid student loans. At first I still tried to find something — anything — in the business or marketing field but when I ran out of places to apply to, I gave up and started running an OnlyFans page instead.

I get to the strip club early most nights to film while there are fewer customers around. I even partnered up with a few girls who have popular channels, taking every bit of advice they have to offer and even filming content with them to post once a month. In the brief time I’ve been running my page, I’ve used more of the skills acquired during my marketing degree than I did in the two years at my old job. Maybe if they had given me greater freedom to execute the projects I pitched to them they wouldn’t have had to downsize… or close altogether.

I originally chose a club two towns over to avoid being recognized; only it seems that many of the clients have the same thought. Luckily for me, my landlord is not one of them. He hasn’t questioned my reasons for bringing in a roommate, only asked that he do the same checks he would for any new lease. I normally meet the girls at a coffee shop or something before setting up a visit at my place but with the guys, I prefer the extra safety of having Clay there for the first meeting.

He doesn’t know how badly I need money. He’s been kind enough not to increase my rent since I got here because I always pay early but who knows what he would do if he knew I was barely hanging on and that bringing in a new tenant would make at least three-hundred bucks more per month. So what if I haven’t had a proper meal this week. Ramen noodle packets are a food group right?

Chapter 2

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Ordinary Miss Yazawa Pt. 1

Summary: The house for sale next door to the Higashikata's was quickly bought by someone. Josuke wonders who it could possibly be before he finally gets to meet his new neighbor, a young woman named Mary Yazawa. However, Tomoko can't help but think something doesn't add up with this new arrival.

Relationship: Platonic! Tomoko and Josuke Higashikata x OC (gen- no romance)

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.5k

Notes: Nothing I think needs to be warned about. Mostly bantering between Tomoko and Josuke (I love them dearly). No spoilers for Part 4.

A/n: Aaaaa my first fic with my oc <3 please enjoy! More information on my OCs can be found on my pinned posts. Concrit is always appreciated and welcome, too.

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“Huh? Someone bought that house already?” Koichi pointed to the ‘for sale’ sign that had a big ‘SOLD’ sticker slapped over it. “I thought they only put it out a few days ago.”

“Who’s that desperate to come here?” Okuyasu commented, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Josuke sighed. “Mom said that no one even came by to look inside.”

“Damn, real desperate.”

“Why would you buy a house without looking inside it?” Koichi pondered. “What if you don’t even like the inside? Isn’t that kind of a waste?”

“How should I know?” Josuke shrugged. “I mean… at the end of the day, it’s just a house, right? You just go home and sit there. It’s not like these houses are bad or anything.”

“But what if you wanted a big one!” Okuyasu shouted. “I know I want a huge living room in mine. Something awesome for parties.”

Koichi tapped his chin. “Well, if we’re talking about what we want in houses… maybe many rooms. One for a library to put all my manga, a guest room for my family if they want to stop by, and rooms if you want to start a family.”

“I would want a huge fridge,” Josuke added.

“The fridge isn’t part of the house, dude! You buy that!”

“What? No way, when we moved in our house, the fridge was there!”

“That’s because your grandpa had bought it…” Koichi grimaced at the two. Josuke pouted for a moment at Koichi’s correction before waving his hand.

“Well, that’s not the point! It’s still kinda weird to buy a house without looking at it!”

“Who do you think bought it?” Okuyasu’s eyes widened. “What if it’s secretly a celebrity?”

“Why would a celebrity come to live here?”

“Damn,” Okuyasu deflated. “You’re right, you’re right.”

“It’s probably just a family.” Koichi stated. “Probably couldn’t afford the prices in places like Tokyo and so they would come here to pay a cheaper rent or mortgage.”

“How do you know so much about houses in Tokyo?” Josuke raised a brow. Koichi bashfully smiled and chuckled.

“I saw it on the news yesterday. Apparently prices have been going crazy over there.”

“Whoever bought this house probably has no clue what’s been going on here, though. I kinda feel bad,” Josuke commented. “I’m sure we’ll meet them soon. I just hope they’re not totally annoying or something.”

Scratch that thought. It was not even 8 am on a Saturday and already the moving trucks next door had bothered Josuke. He sandwiched his head in between his pillow and huffed. Who the hell moves in so early?!

Already cranky from being woken up, he glanced to his mirror and noticed his hair was a mess. What a great way to the start the day. He opened the window and was about to give his new neighbor a piece of his mind when he saw a young woman twirling her hair while the movers unloaded the truck.

“Wait, careful with those ones, please,” she pointed at a box with the word ‘fragile’ on them. “Those were like, pretty expensive.”

“Yes ma’am!” The men nodded, making her grin widely.

“Thanks~, you guys are so sweet,” she replied, continuing to watch them. “Uh, put that box by the kitchen, and that one by the window.”

Josuke raised a brow as he watched the scene. His new neighbor was definitely not what he expected them to be.

He didn’t realize he was staring until the woman called out to him and waved.

“Yoo-hoo!” She cheerfully yelled from below. “Hello! I’m your new neighbor!”

He was taken aback by her peppy attitude- seriously, it was 8 am on a Saturday- but waved back awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.”

“Sorry for all the noise, I hope I didn’t disturb you!”

“It’s alright, not like I was sleeping or anything,” he lied, feeling guilty at the thought of unleashing his previous anger at her. Josuke had to wonder how she was up this early. Was anyone else ever-

“Josuke, who the hell are you talking to right now?” Tomoko snapped from the hallway. “What did I tell you about hogging the phone?”

Right. How could he forget?

“I’m not on the phone, mom,” he tiredly replied. Tomoko swung open the door without a second thought, only to find her son indeed was not on the phone, but still in his tanktop and pajama pants and leaning out the window.

“Then what are you…?” She shook her head and strode over to the window, looking to see a slightly confused but smiling young woman. “O-oh! You must be our new neighbor. Welcome!”

The woman chuckled and nodded. “Thank you. I’m happy to be here. If it’s not too much, I have some gifts for you all. Can I drop by soon to introduce myself properly?”

Tomoko nodded quickly. “Of course, yes, you can. Stay for some tea, too!”

“I’d love that! I have to finish with this, but give me about… um… like… three hours and I’ll be over,” the woman replied, waving one last time before turning around and ordering the men to drop off another set of boxes in a specific place.

“I love her shoes,” Tomoko mumbled to herself as she closed the window.

“I didn’t think it would just be some woman. I thought it would be a family,” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck and yawned.

“I didn’t expect that, either,” Tomoko casually replied. “That being said, what the hell were you thinking!”

Josuke’s eyes widened at his mother’s harsh tone. “What? What did I do?”

“What did you do? You just introduced yourself to our new neighbor in your pajamas! Do you know how bad that makes us look? We have to make a good impression, not make her think we’re a bunch of slobs or something!”

Tomoko frantically paced around Josuke’s room.

“It’s not that big a deal. It’s just our neighbor. Not like she’ll die if she sees me like this,” Josuke sighed, knowing his mother’s rant would continue.

“I can’t believe this. I knew she’d be here today, but I was trying to plan a welcome visit and everything, and now it’s all ruined! Now she thinks my son is a delinquent who just sits in his pajamas all day and that we’re a bunch of bums!”

“I really doubt she thinks-”

“No, no, no. Fix yourself up, now. I want you to put on your best clothes and make the best impression you can.”

“But it’s so early and I’m tired! She won’t even be here for another few hours and it takes me less than five minutes to get ready!”

“No. You will not be sleeping right now, you will be cleaning yourself up and- oh, for the love of god- clean up your room, will you?” Tomoko gagged as she stepped on a pile of Josuke’s dirty clothes.

“She’s not coming in my room!”

“What if she asks to see it, hm? You’re just gonna let her walk in and see how messy your room is?”

“Why would she be in my room in the first place?” Josuke retorted exasperatedly. “She’s coming to have tea, not a house tour!”

“That doesn’t matter! What if she wants a house tour? You don’t say no to your guests! Now clean up, that’s final!” Tomoko pointed at Josuke, leaving no room for any disagreement. Josuke rolled his eyes as Tomoko slammed the door shut behind her, leaving a grumbling and exhausted Josuke.

Well… she won’t know if I sleep for another fifteen minutes, right?

All too quickly, a fifteen minute power nap became an almost three hour long sleep. He only woke up due to hearing the door knocking, and that’s when all the panic set in.

“Josuke, she’s here!” Tomoko called from downstairs.

Shit! He thought as he tumbled out of bed and threw off his pajamas. “C-coming! Give me a sec!”

Knowing his mother would get on his case about his clothes, he rummaged through his closet for anything nice he had that wasn’t a huge, wrinkled mess. He settled, for some reason, on his school uniform and threw it on haphazardly, nearly tripping over himself as he went to grab his comb from his mirror.

He already knew he was taking too long, and he could hear his mother’s threatening tone when she called his name again, despite Tomoko trying to hide it under a veneer of saccharine sweetness. Josuke barely managed to get himself ready before he almost fell down the stairs to greet their new neighbor.

“Well, you know teenagers, always doing their own thing-” Tomoko said to the woman, not realizing (or, more likely, not caring) that Josuke was in earshot. Tomoko placed a cup of tea for both her and the woman, who graciously thanked her.

“I don’t mind, really. It’s good that they’re taking a moment to like, explore and stuff,” the woman mused. Up close, Josuke could get a better look at the woman. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulder, but curled upwards at the ends of it. She wasn’t as pale as Tomoko, and her face was covered in freckles and beauty marks. Large, gold hoop earrings dangled from her lobes while her eyes had on some eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, which coincidentally, matched the baby blue sweater she wore.

Josuke cleared his throat awkwardly so his mother could introduce him. Tomoko turned to him with a smile before her face fell. She shot him a death glare when she noticed how slovenly his appearance looked- a warning for what was to come after their guest had left.

“Miss Yazawa, this is my son, Josuke. Josuke, this is Miss Yazawa.”

Josuke bowed politely. “Nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you, too. But, you know, I’m not at work and I’m still pretty young, so you can just call me Mary,” Mary casually stated. Tomoko shook her head to Josuke, telling him not to do so. “And since you’re both here now, I hope it’s alright for me to give you my gift?”

Mary pulled out a pink box wrapped with a golden, glittery bow. Josuke leaned over curiously, wondering what was inside.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to give us something this big,” Tomoko said as she took the box. “I’ll just set it aside and-”

“Oh no, feel free to open it! I think it’ll go great with the tea!” Mary giggled.

Tomoko undid the bow and opened the box, gasping alongside Josuke as they saw many tarts, macarons, and other desserts they couldn’t even name within it.

“W-wait a minute, this can’t be,” Tomoko quickly said as she examined the cover she just removed. “Is this really from that French bakery? Patisserie Chic? That one?”

Mary nodded. “Yeah. I heard it was good. Have you tried it before?” She asked, fiddling with her cup. Both of them shook their head. Patisserie Chic was hailed as the bakery in Morioh, but it was, frankly, very expensive. As a teacher and single mom, Tomoko just didn’t have the funds to splurge that much on a slice of cake or a cookie.

Especially not a whole box of them…

“No, we haven’t.”

“Well, then that means it’s the perfect time to try them!” Mary grinned, clasping her hands together.

All of them took a pastry and took a bit. Josuke and Tomoko gasped at the taste and covered their mouths.

“Mmm! This is amazing!” Tomoko said, not caring she was talking with her mouth full.

“Mhm! Sho good!” Josuke agreed, chomping down on the sweet.

“I guess they were right,” Mary hummed, taking a small, ladylike bite of her pastry. She didn’t react much to the taste, but neither Tomoko or Josuke were paying attention.

After indulging in her sweet, Tomoko wiped her mouth and looked at Mary. “So, Miss Yazawa, what made you move all the way to Morioh?”

“Oh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything,” Mary responded. “I wanted to experience more things, so I took a position at the bank as their receptionist.”

Tomoko raised a brow. “You moved from…”

“Shibuya,” Mary answered.

“Shibuya,” Tomoko repeated. Explains the makeup. “You moved from Shibuya… to here? For a receptionist job?”

“Yes,” Mary nodded casually. Josuke tried to imagine what that would feel like, but he couldn’t think of anything. He loved Morioh, would live here forever, no questions asked- but moving here from Shibuya? That seemed a bit crazy.

“I heard the housing prices and mortgages are high over there,” Josuke commented, trying to keep the conversation going. He’d thank Koichi later for that. Tomoko shot him a confused look, wondering why the hell her son, who was always too busy playing video games and could never clean his room, was suddenly discussing mortgages.

“Yeah, they are. Morioh looks like a nice change of pace. I do like the quieter towns, too. And everyone’s been pretty friendly so far.”

“It’s a very nice town, even if it’s smaller than what you’re probably used to,” Tomoko replied. “I hope I’m not coming off as too rude or anything, but are you living with anyone? A fiance or a husband? I didn’t see anyone else with you right now.”

“Oh, no, I live alone. Again, I just moved for work and stuff,” Mary answered, not at all offended by the question. Josuke briefly wondered if all Shibuya women were like her. He did like that she was a bit more casual than some of the ladies here.

“You are? I didn’t expect that. You look very young. I’m surprised you aren’t with someone,” Tomoko gasped, starting to feel her previous holdups wear down. Even though she was stern at times, she still was a young woman, too, and she hadn’t talked to another woman her age in a while like this.

“I just haven’t found the right guy, you know?” Mary explained. “Like, I’m usually pretty busy with my job, so sometimes I just don’t have the time to really meet guys. My supervisor once said I should try a small town guy once in a while, instead of the big city ones.”

“They’re pretty rough, aren’t they?” Tomoko replied. Mary nodded in agreement.

“Right? Some of them are so pushy and don’t even listen when I talk,” Mary sighed. “All they do is talk about finances or the stock market or something, like, can we just talk about anything else?”

“And don’t they always complain about you working, too?”

“They do!”

Josuke cleared his throat as the two women got caught up in their conversation, making them both silently return to their previous positions.

“Well, in any case, this is a pretty nice place to settle down in. I don’t think you’ll have many complaints here,” Tomoko said casually.

Josuke, wanting to be involved after sitting around boredly, looked at Mary. “So, Mar- Miss Yazawa, how old are you, anyways?”

“Josuke!” Tomoko hissed, glaring at him. Mary giggled again and waved it off.

“20,” she answered.

“W-wait, 20?” Tomoko and Josuke said at the same time.

“Yeah. Is there like… something wrong?” Mary cocked her head to the side.

“No, I just… I didn’t think you’d be that young,” Tomoko responded, the surprise evident on her face. She mumbled a, “you could be my daughter at that age…”

“Woah, you moved out and everything by yourself at 20?” Josuke’s eyes sparkled, seemingly impressed with the fact she could do all that.

“Mhm. It’s nothing crazy. I know lots of people who do the same.”

Before Josuke could talk more, the phone began ringing.

“Josuke, answer the phone, will you?” Tomoko asked. Josuke looked at the house phone attached to the wall and raised a brow.

“It’s not ringing,” he replied, seeing as there was no light flashing on it.

“No, that’s me, sorry,” Mary chuckled. “Is it alright if I take this call over there?”

Tomoko was about to nod before her and Josuke gasped again at seeing Mary pull out a large, thick cellphone. They huddled together as Mary walked to the living room to answer.

“Is that a-”

“No way-” the two whispered to each other.

“How the hell can she afford a cellphone?”

“It’s the newest Nokia, too. I heard you can use it all around the world!” Josuke said with wide eyes.

“Are receptionists really paid that much?” Tomoko asked. “Maybe I should consider a career switch.”

“It’s not fair, how can she get a cellphone at 20, but I can’t?” Josuke whined.

“I don’t even have a cellphone! Why would I get you one?”

“Because… pleeease?” Josuke gave Tomoko his best puppy dog eyes before she shook her head.

“No way. You don’t need a cellphone to waste more time on. You’re already slacking on your chores and schoolwork.”

“Come on, I promise, I’ll do all my chores if I get one!”

“No.”

Josuke rolled his eyes and slumped against the seat. “One day, I’m gonna get one. And when I move out, I will not be yelled at about my room.”

“You have to actually go to college and get a job for that,” Tomoko teased.

“I will! You’ll see!”

The two bickered a bit longer before Mary came back, Nokia in hand. Mary, true to her youthful age, had decorated her phone with some rhinestones and two pink phone charms. Josuke wondered once more if women in Shibuya did this sort of thing. They must be loaded. Or bored.

“Sorry about that, my supervisor was calling.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just some things are gonna need to be done sooner than expected. But, not a huge deal. I’ll just pull an all-nighter or something,” Mary shrugged.

“Ugh, never mind about me getting a job,” Josuke joked.

“Aw, work isn’t so bad. It’s kinda fun!” Mary replied, a wide grin on her face.

Josuke lost track of the time until Mary had left, citing her need to begin unpacking and organizing her house. Once she was gone, Tomoko folded her arms and stared quizzically at the door.

“Something up, mom?” Josuke asked, wondering why she was just standing by their door.

“I just can’t put my finger on it, honestly.”

“Put your finger on what?”

“Obviously, I mean Miss Yazawa.”

“What about her?”

“I don’t normally like to gossip about others but something’s a bit strange about her, don’t you think?”

Josuke shook his head. “Nah.”

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” Tomoko deadpanned.

“Was there something weird about her?” Josuke scratched his cheek.

“I mean, the fact that she lived in Shibuya and then decided to move here for a receptionist job, her being only 20, having a new cellphone- none of that was off to you?”

“Is it supposed to be off to me?”

“Well, yeah, it’s not really…” Tomoko paused, scrunching her nose at what she was tryna say. “Oh god… am I getting old?”

“What?” Josuke shouted, confused where his mother would get that idea from. “What does this gotta do with anything?”

“I think I’m getting too old. I know I look younger than my age-”

“So humble.”

“Quiet. But, jeez, she’s only 20! Are younger women these days working that hard and doing that much?”

“I guess?” Josuke replied, not knowing much about women. “Maybe it’s what the women do in Shibuya.”

“It’s gotta be that. I heard they got some crazy stuff going on there,” Tomoko commented, fanning herself. “And I guess you would need to work extra hard to afford that place.”

“So then, it’s just cuz she’s from Shibuya.”

Tomoko let out a breath, before nodding. “Yeah. Shibuya. Must be a Shibuya thing.”

“So that settles it then?” Tomoko hummed back. “And you’re not worried about being old?”

Tomoko tried to remain serious, but her lips twitched upwards as she let out a short laugh. “No. I’m good. I guess even the way I did things when I was her age was unconventional, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck.

Josuke knew what she was referring to and pursed his lips. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“And I wouldn’t have you any other way, either. Mmm… maybe just a cleaner room but that can be worked on.”

“Whatever,” Josuke laughed.

“But, really, you should go clean your room. And if you have time one day, you should go stop by her house and help.”

“Why?”

“It’s just a good thing to do. She’s all by herself and she probably needs help moving things around.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll call Koichi and Okuyasu over, too, since they wanted to know who it was.”

Tomoko smiled, a proud look on her face. Josuke gave a questioning expression back. “Why’re you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” Tomoko shook her head before sighing wistfully. “I guess I just realized that you’re really becoming a man.”

Josuke’s face softened alongside his mother’s. Well, he wasn’t really all that eager to do so, but maybe helping Miss Yazawa wouldn’t be so bad if this is how his mom would react.

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