Seriously Y'all....it's His Day Off.

so anyway i found my moms xfiles fanfiction from the 90′s

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Paws and Effect - A Ghost/Reader/Soap Hyrbid AU fic.

Blurb - 4k words, Full on AO3 - 16k words (18+)

Summary: Soap was convinced that Ghost was hiding something. He was dead set on a secret missus tucked away in some flat in London. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth. A cozy little farmhouse, far removed from the chaos of their world, and a… fluffy cat? The biggest shock yet? The cat’s true identity.

Soap was certain that Ghost had a missus back home. His first clue? Ghost’s uniforms. They were always crisp and well-pressed. Don’t get him wrong, he was sure the big man knew how to use an iron, but there was something suspiciously meticulous about the way his clothes looked when he would come back from leave. Pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight.

Not only were they clean-pressed, but there was that scent that drove Soap’s nose crazy. It wasn’t just your standard laundry detergent, there was something warmer, floral, something… homey. Soap had sniffed every brand of detergent he could get his nose on, but nothing quite matched the lingering fragrance that was on Ghost’s clothes.

He tried asking once, tossing out the question casually. “So, you got a missus waiting for you back home, Ghost?”

The man barely spared him a glance, shaking his head. “Just a cat,” he said. His tone was even, but Soap swears he could see just the faintest twitch of a smile under his mask. 

What really got under his skin was how the rest of the 141 played along. When he pressed Gaz about it, all he got was a shrug. “He’s not lying, mate. He’s got a cat.”

Price wasn’t any better. “Sounds about right,” he said, offering nothing more. Soap wasn’t buying it though, because every so often he’d get another clue. 

Like when he overheard Ghost chatting with someone on base. He kept mentioning how she was doing, whether she was planning to visit soon and no matter how hard he tried, Soap couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t a cat. It was always just vague enough to be brushed off, yet it gnawed at Soap’s curiosity. 

The final clue was the phone calls. Ghost wasn’t the type to waste time on mindless chatter, but every now and then, he’d slip away with his phone, voice low and private. One night, Soap happened to walk down the hallway towards the rec room at the right time. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop… kind of. It just so happened that he could hear Ghost’s voice from where he so happened to be standing.

“Yeah… I miss you too.”

Soap nearly fell out of his pants. He finally caught him, but he couldn’t let him know. He needed something more solid and he had to find out just who this girl was.

Going back to square one, he decided to take another swing at asking questions. “So Ghost, what’s your cat’s name?”

Ghost barely looked up from his cards. Soap had figured the team’s weekly poker game was the perfect time to catch him off guard. It seemed like a solid plan so far, but Ghost was just as unreadable as ever.

“Callie,” Ghost answered simply.

Soap narrowed his eyes. “What kind of name is that for a cat?”

Price leaned back in his chair, gaze darting between Soap and Ghost. “Why do you care so much, Johnny?” he asked his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“I don’t, I just-,” he huffed. “Look, I just know he’s full of shite, alright? There’s no way all he’s got at home is a bloody cat. And what’s worse is it that you lot seem to know it too.”

Across the table, Gaz snorted. “You sound jealous.”

Soap scowled. “I am not jealous. I just find it hard to believe.”

Before he could finish, Ghost’s phone buzzed.

The whole room went still.

Ghost barely reacted, checking the screen with his usual impassive air before typing out a quick response. Then, just as casually, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and placed his cards down with a satisfying ‘plap’.

“That was the cat,” he said flatly, revealing a full house. “Gotta make a call.”

Gaz nearly chokes on his drink, bursting out laughing. Price just sighed, leaning over to pat Soap on the shoulder. “Just give it up, mate.”

A month later, the task force was on the road, making their way back to base after a grueling week-long mission a few hours away. It was far too late for them to be out and exhaustion was starting to settle in. They had pushed to get back, desperate for their own beds, but the further they drove, the harder it was for everyone to stay awake.

“Why don’t we just crash at my place for the night,” Ghost offers, calm but firm. From behind the wheel, Price glances over, considering it for a second before nodding. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, speeding on into the night. 

Soap perks up immediately, practically bouncing forward to stick his head between the front seats. “Wait, we’re going to L.T.’s place?”

Ghost sighs, already regretting his offer. “On second thought…”

Soap playfully shoves his shoulder. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he grins. 

“It’s been a while,” Price cuts in, his voice carrying a note of familiarity. “It’ll be nice to visit again. Bet a lot’s changed since I was there last.”

Ghost doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the dark scenery outside. “You have no idea…” he murmurs.

Soap blinks. “Wait, ye’ve been before, Captain?” 

Price nods. “A few times.”

From the back seat, Gaz casually raises a hand. “As have I.”

Soap reels back, scandilized “What?” he whines. “How come everyone else has got an invitation ‘cept me L.T.?”

Ghost cocks his head to the side, sizing up the Scotsman with an air of amusement. “You’re too rowdy. You’ll scare the cat.” 

Price and Ghost exchange a knowing glance, only adding fuel to the fire in Soap’s burning curiosity.

Soap huffs, flopping back into his seat with exaggerated indignation. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath.

He turns his attention to the window, watching as the darkness of the countryside stretches endlessly around them. The road was essentially empty with vast, open fields on either side. Every so often, a streetlamp would flicker by, offering the briefest glimpse of the world outside before swallowing it back into the shadows.

Yet, despite the tranquil scenery around them, Soap’s mind was far from resting. If everyone had been to Ghost’s place before, that meant that there was definitely something worth seeing, something he was hiding. He was determined to be right. Ghost had a bird.

Further into the drive, Soap catches glimpses of distant lights moving across the fields. They bobbed and weaved in a uniform rhythm, eerily synchronized for lights, flickering through the darkness.

“Farmer’s dogs are out,” Ghost comments, his voice low and unreadable. “Must be chasin’ something.”

Before Soap could get a proper look at whatever something was, the car veered onto a narrow side road, cutting off his view.

“You live near a farm?” he asks, watching as the scenery shifts.

Ghost grunts an affirmative, offering nothing more. Before he could press any further, Price turns onto a long, gravel driveway, the tires crunching softly against the stones. 

Soap leans forward again as a modest yet charming farmhouse comes into view. A small porch light bathes the front of the house in a warm glow. It looked, cozy. Not how he would think one would describe Ghost’s home.

“That’s yer place?” he asks, heavy skepticism coating his tone.

Once again, Ghost merely grunts an affirmative. Then, with a slight edge to his voice, he adds, “Make sure you mind your manners.”

Soap smirks. “What, ye worried I’ll scare the cat?” Soap teases. 

The joke earns him a hard glare from the masked man, the kind that makes it very clear that he is treading on thin ice. Price parks up close to the house before anyone can say anything further. 

After stepping out, Soap takes a chance to look at his surroundings. The house was wrapped in lush greenery, flowers spilling over from well-kept garden beds and climbing trellises. It was once again a stark contrast to the man who owned it, comfy. And yet, it only fueled Soap’s suspicions.

They had barely grabbed their bags when a blood-curdling screech tore through the quiet night.

Soap froze, immediately on edge. “What the hell was that?”

A deep, guttural meowl followed and it felt long, drawn-out, and wrong. It echoes from somewhere near the tree line, making Soap’s pulse quicken.

Ghost barely reacts, simply glancing towards the forest. “Cat must’ve got out,” he mutters before heading toward the house.

Soap hesitates. That didn’t sound like any cat he’d ever heard.

Something about how Ghost said it so casually and dismissive sends a shiver down his spine. With a quick glance toward the others, he hurries after Ghost, not keen on lingering outside any longer than necessary.

Stepping inside, Soap was immediately hit with a wave of warmth and comfort. The living room was the exact opposite of what he had expected. Big, inviting couches piled high with plush pillows and blankets, soft lighting that cast a golden glow across the walls. Nearly every surface was adorned with plants, their vines spilling over shelves and trailing toward the floor in lazy curls.

And then there was the pet bed. It was huge, nestled in the corner like a throne. Soap stared at it, utterly surprised. “Just how big is your cat?”

Ghost’s answer dies on his tongue as another ungodly screech echoed from outside, this time followed by the unmistakable snap of jaws and a furious chorus of barking dogs.

Soap flinched, whipping toward the window in time to see three of the distant lights streaking past, tearing towards the forest with breakneck speed.

“Sounds like they caught whatever they were after,” Ghost says flatly, completely unfazed. 

Soap turns to him, concern plastered on his face. Slowly, Soap takes a step away from the window.

“Right,” Ghost continues as if nothing had happened. “One of you will need to take the couch. Guest bed’s not big enough for three.” 

Just as the words leave his mouth, a sudden noise comes from the kitchen. A faint but distinct shuffle, the sound of movement where there shouldn’t be any. Every head snaps toward the doorway. The team had faced enemy fire, brutal missions, and near-death situations. But after the week they’d had, their nerves were still wound tight, instincts sharp.

Suddenly, soft, quick footfalls break the silence, followed by a chorus of eager meows barreling into the living room. The team exhales, shoulders loosening as the true source of the “intruder” revealed itself.

“There she is,” Ghost says, his voice uncharacteristically warm as he kneels down.

A fluffy black cat, with a mosaic of white and orange splotches, practically launches into Ghost’s arms. Immediately a cacophony of loud, rumbling purrs fill the room as the cat chirps and rubs their head all over the masked man.

“There's my girl,” Ghost coos as he rubs a finger under the cat's chin. 

Soap swears he can see the damn cat smile, purrs growing even louder as it presses into the touch, completely and utterly smitten with the masked man.

“She's looking nice and healthy,” Price comments, watching the affectionate display.

At the sound of his voice, the cat perks up, ears twitching as it twists out of Ghost’s hold and trots over to rub against Price and Gaz’s legs. Both men reach down to scratch at its soft fur, their hands easily finding familiar spots.

“I forgot how soft you were,” Gaz chuckles as it twirls between them, soaking up the attention. Then, as if suddenly noticing the extra presence in the room, the cat pauses. Its bright green eyes land on Soap, studying him with a quiet curiosity. It tilts its head slightly, ears twitching as it takes a hesitant step forward. 

Soap freezes, glancing at Ghost who gives him a small nod.

“Let her sniff your hand,” Ghost instructs. 

Frowning slightly, Soap peels off his glove and extends his hand, palm up. The cat looks to Ghost first, as if waiting for some kind of confirmation. Ghost turns his attention to the cat, cocking his head to Soap. “That’s Soap,” he tells it, low and steady.

At that, its ears perk, and its tail flicks before it closes the distance, giving his hand a few, careful sniffs. Then, as if making its final judgment, it presses its head into his palm, purring into the touch.

“Soap, this is Callie,” Ghost says simply. “Seems she likes you.”

Soap blinks down at her as she gazes up at him with wide, trusting green eyes. Any lingering suspicions, theories, or conspiracies vanish in an instant. Ghost was telling the truth. There was no secret missus waiting back at home.

Just this cat. 

Callie.

“She’s a beaut,” Soap admits, scratching gently behind her ear.

Ghost gives a short nod. “Yeah.”

After another moment, Callie stretches lazily and trots back over to Ghost. She lets out a long, dramatic yawn before hopping effortlessly into his waiting arms, nesting into the crook of his elbow with a satisfied purr.

“Looks like she’s had a long night,” Ghost remarks, stroking her soft fur. “We’re gonna turn in, regroup in the morning.”

A murmur of sleepy agreements passes through the team. Ghost gave one last nod before retreating toward the downstairs bedroom with Callie still draped in his arms like a queen.

There was some lighthearted bickering over who got the couch, but Soap eventually ends up being the one collapsing onto the plush sofa. The second his head hits the pile of soft pillows and blankets, sleep takes him. For the first time in a long, long time, everything feels strangely peaceful.

The next morning, Soap stirred awake to the low murmur of voices drifting from the kitchen. The warmth of the blankets still clung to him, and for a moment, he considered rolling over and slipping back into his peaceful sleep. The tempting scent of fresh coffee ends up winning out and he stretches with a groggy yawn. He pushes himself upright, blinking blearily at the cozy living room around him before making his way toward the voices.

As he stepped into the kitchen, he was immediately met with two pairs of eyes watching him. Ghost and Price sit at a small dining table, mugs in hand, their conversation cutting off when they see him enter. There was something unreadable in their expressions, as if they were waiting for something. 

Soap narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Then, movement out of the corner of his eye has him whipping his head towards the other side of the kitchen. When his head turns, his thoughts grind to a screeching halt.

A woman.

A stunning woman.

She turns toward him and for a moment, all he can do is stare, slack-jawed. She has warm, sun-kissed skin and striking green eyes that seem to glow under the soft kitchen light. Long, dark black hair cascades down her back, streaked with vibrant patches of orange and white. But that wasn’t what had him frozen.

It was the ears.

Perched atop her head were two pointed, fur-covered ears, flicking slightly as they registered his presence. Behind her, a long, bushy tail stood proudly, curling slightly at the tip. His eyes dared to dart lower. 

She was dressed casually, wearing an old tank top that effortlessly hugged her figure paired with sweatpants with a cutout for her tail. But it was her feet that made his brain short-circuit. At first, he thought she was wearing oddly realistic slippers, but no, those were definitely not slippers. 

They were actual cat paws.

Soap’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His brain finally clicked everything into place and suddenly, it all made way too much sense. His expression lit up in triumph as he spun on his heel, jabbing a finger towards Ghost.

“A-ha!”

Ghost let out a long, exhausted sigh, bringing a hand up to rub his temples. “Please don’t yell.”

Soap ignored him, grinning like a madman. “You said you didn’t have a bird!”

“He’s not wrong,” Price mused, smirking behind his coffee mug. “She’s definitely not a bird.”

Callie grins wickedly. “I eat birds.”

Soap crossed his arms, doubling down. “You also said you didn’t have a missus.”

The woman let out an amused hum, raising a delicate hand. “Not a missus either,” she purred, lips curling into a sharp smirk as she turned to Ghost. “You were right, master. This one is funny.”

Soap’s brain screeches to a second halt.

“Master?!” he gawks, whipping around to face Ghost like he had just grown a second head.

Ghost exhales through his nose, reaching for his tea like this entire conversation was already giving him a headache.

Soap took another second to let things sit in, completely stunned. Of all the things he had expected to find at Ghost’s house, this was not on the list. “Right. Okay. Just, hold on a minute.” Soap pinches the bridge of his nose like that would somehow help process the absolute madness in front of him. “So, let me get this straight. Ye’ve been lying to me this whole time? Playin’ me for a fool while I went on and on about you havin’ a secret missus?”

Ghost gives him a look over his mug, eyes flat and unimpressed. “Never lied to you, Johnny.”

Soap’s jaw drops. “Oh, bollocks ye didn’t!” He waves a hand at the woman, who was now watching him with an amused gleam in her eyes. “What’s all this then?”

Ghost takes another slow sip of tea, dragging it out just to piss him off, Soap is sure of it. “Told you I had a cat.”

Soap gawks at him. He turns to Price, who is doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk. Turning to the woman, her tail flicks lazily behind her as she sips from her own cup, utterly unbothered by his existential crisis.

Finally, his eyes settle on Gaz, who walks into the kitchen. He takes one look at the situation before sighing.

“Finally found out, huh?” He turned to the woman with an easy nod. “Morning, Callie.”

“Morning, Kyle,” she responds happily.

Soap whirls on him. “You knew too?!”

Gaz snorts, grabbing a cup from the counter and starting to pour himself some coffee. “Mate, everyone knew.”

Soap threw his hands in the air. “What the hell is wrong with all of you? How is this normal? This is not normal.”

A soft chuckle draws his attention back to Callie. “Relax, Johnny,” she teases, stepping closer. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a shifter before.”

Soap takes a step back, bumping into the counter. “A what now?”

She arches a brow. “A shifter?” At his blank stare, she sighs, setting her cup down before gesturing to herself. “You know… a hybrid. A morph. I think in Japan I’m known as a nekomata.” She flicks her tail for emphasis. “Any of this ringing a bell?”

Soap blinks. Looks at Ghost. Back at her. Looks at her tail. Then back to Ghost.

“That's what all that racket was last night,” she says with a huff. “Sorry about that, by the way, I hope I didn’t scare you. Had to shift into my bigger form to deal with this nasty fox that's been causing issues and eating my chickens. Finally caught the fucker, so I called the neighbor's dogs for some assistance.”

Price chuckles at Soap's pale face. “Starting to make sense now, isn’t it?”

Soap once again jabs a finger at Ghost. “You… yer dating a bloody cat girl and just didn’t think to mention it?”

Ghost shrugged. “Not my fault you wouldn’t drop it.”

Callie grins, stepping even closer to Soap, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Would it make you feel better if I purred for you?”

Soap blanches. “Do not.”

Ghost sighs and stands up to put a steadying hand on her head. “Stop winding him up, love.”

She huffs playfully, ears and tail flicking in satisfaction. “Fine, fine.” Then she leans up on her toes and gives Ghost a quick peck on the cheek, right over the mask. “But you do make it too easy, Johnny.”

Soap slumps against the counter, dragging a hand over his face. He needed a drink or a nap. Probably both.

Price stands up, clapping him on the back with a chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.”

Soap peeks through his fingers at Ghost. The same Ghost who could make hardened men freeze with a single look was letting Callie nuzzle into him.

The contrast was striking. His harsh demeanor softened as he ran a gloved hand down Callie’s back. The sight pulled something deep into Soap’s chest, something warm and unfamiliar. His initial resistance crumbled instantly, and the fight left him like air from a punctured tire.

And yet, what he’s most surprised to realize, isn’t his surrender. Rather, it’s the quiet tug of longing that settled in its place.

Despite how comforting the kitchen now felt, reality was quick to settle back in. Price was the one to break up the moment, clearing his throat to grab the boy's attention. 

“Sorry to break this up, but we're going to be needed back at base today to give a debrief. Why don't we finish our drinks and be wheels up in 10?”

Soap pushes off the counter, glancing at Gaz, who is now determined to finish his coffee before they return to work mode. “I'll go grab my stuff.”

Callie, still tucked against Ghost's side, gives a small pout. “So soon? You boys just got here.”

Soap scoffs. “Aye, and I'm sure you’d love to keep watchin’ me lose my mind, but we do have jobs to get back to, lass.”  

She smirks. “Fair enough. But don’t be a stranger, Johnny.” 

Something in the way she says his name is light, a little teasing, but oddly warm. It makes his ears burn, and he quickly turns on his heel before anyone notices.

“It was really good to see you boys,” Soap can hear her say with a purr as he leaves the kitchen. “Promise you'll stay longer next time? Give me a chance to properly host you all?”

He hears the captain respond, but Price’s voice is too low to make out. A few minutes later, the team has their gear piled up in the living room, ready to head out. Ghost disappears into the downstairs bedroom while the others get things sorted.

Soap takes another slow look around the cozy space, trying to shake the weird sense of homeyness it leaves in his chest. He hadn't expected any of this, and he sure as hell didn't expect to feel… jealous? No, that couldn't be right. Whatever it is, it settles heavily in his stomach as he watches Ghost reappear, Callie trailing behind him with an easy grace.  

As they step outside, the crisp morning air cuts through the lingering warmth of the house, jolting Soap back into reality. Ghost pulls the door shut behind them, lingering there for a moment. Callie takes the opportunity to lean up on her feet, brushing a kiss against the side of his mask. He murmurs something to her, too low for Soap to hear, before stepping back and heading towards the car.  

Callie waves lazily as they load into the vehicle. “Safe travels, boys.”  

Soap leans his head against the window as Price pulls away, watching as Callie stands in the driveway, tail flicking. She stays there until they disappear down the road.  

Only then does he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  

Gaz nudges him with a knowing smirk. “What’s got you all quiet?”  

Soap scowls. “Nothin’.”  

Price chuckles from the front seat. “Give it time.”  

Soap had no idea what he meant by that. But as he watches the road stretch ahead of them, the warmth of Ghost’s home fading into the distance, he has a sinking feeling he’s going to be thinking about this for a long time.

A/N: Thought I would post a little snippet of this story here on Tumblr since I've noticed that's where I'm finding a lot of other hybrid things. I think the full story might be too long to post here so I've got the full thing linked below! Thank you for reading! 💜

Completed story on: AO3 (18+)

I think the funniest part of writing fanfic is trying to decide how a character says one word. Like I just got stuck on the word 'the'. Do they say it with an accent? Do I make it sound like 'ta' instead of 'the'? I spent 15 minutes scrubbing through material just for one word. 😂

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 9 - The Meeting

AO3 Link SUMMARY: Eight months after Kimi has been with her alphas, she's called into a meeting that she's been dreading.

CHAPTER 9 - The Meeting

8 months later

“Thank you, Ms. Ison, for coming in to see us today. Though I do wish it were under much better circumstances.”

“Of course, thank you so much for the invitation,” Kimi responds back, not drawing attention to the last half of the sentence. Her nerves are running rampant as she takes a seat across from a notoriously harsh Society advisor. 

The advisor in question looks between the papers on his desk and the woman in front of him. “Yes, well. Let’s just get to the root of the reason we have you here today. Ms. Ison, when you joined your pack earlier this year, you signed a contract, correct?” the advisor questions. It seems that he is in no mood for simple small talk at the moment.

A pit of dread opens up in Kimi’s stomach. “Yes, sir,” Kimi responds politely, knowing where the conversation is going.

The advisor continues his questioning, tone riddled with judgment. “So, you are aware that you need to be producing an heir for either Mr. Aizawa or Mr. Yamada, within a year, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi’s voice is a bit smaller now that her suspicions of where the conversation was going have been confirmed. 

The advisor gives her a disapproving look. “Ms. Ison, to be frank. We are quite disappointed in your lack of success with this matter. It’s been reported that you have not shared either of your past heats with your alphas, is this correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she responds timidly, embarrassed by the fact.

“Do you mind explaining why that is?” their voice is heavy with accusation, causing a pit to form in Kimi’s stomach.

“Of course. The uh, the first one-,” Kimi starts to explain, nerves coating her voice. She quietly clears her throat and attempts to speak a bit more eloquently. “The first one my alphas were called to be on a mission last minute. Actually, it was right when my heat started. So, by the time they came back, my heat had completed.”

The Society advisor writes down some notes on the document in front of him. Kimi swallows, trying to lessen the dryness in her throat, but it does little to resolve her issue.

“The second time, Mr. Yamada was there, but he left,” Kimi ends her sentence quietly.

“Your alpha left you?” the society member asked, shocked. Normally, when an alpha left an omega during their heat, it meant that they were rejecting them. Considering this was not actually the case, Kimi rushes to defend herself.

“Yes,” she admits, shamefully. “He wanted his partner to be there with him for our first heat together. Mr. Aizawa had been called in to help with a school field trip to fill in for another teacher. The school wasn’t able to find another teacher and he didn’t have a choice. So, shortly after I started my heat, Mr. Yamada left.”

The last word practically comes out as a squeak. She hates how this makes her look, but has very little ammunition to protect herself with. Her head is lowered in shame, but she can still see the pen moving frantically over the page it’s on. Each scribble causes the pit in her stomach to grow exponentially. 

“I see,” the advisor says, ending his notes with a harsh period. “Well, be that as it may. You are still under obligation to produce an heir. The Society will be allowing you one more time to try things organically before we step in to ensure the process is being handled correctly.” 

Kimi’s lip quivers at his comment, she bites it to make it stop.

The advisor lets out a disappointed sigh. “We had such high hopes for you, you had the highest potential of all of the candidates in your time. Arguably higher than some of our newer candidates. Don’t disappoint us with something so,” the advisor twirls their hand, thinking of the right word. “Trivail. We’ll be in touch after your next heat and expect only positive results. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi replies, her voice the smallest it’s ever been.

Seemingly unbothered by her disappointment, his tone lightens. “Great! Well, we will see you in about two months then, after the new year. Do your best to keep us impressed, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi agrees. Her ego is completely deflated and she feels like she’s just been kicked in the gut.

“Fantastic. You’re dismissed,” the advisor says with a wave of their hand. They merely go back to whatever they were working on before Kimi arrived, completely disregarding her.

Kimi stands up from her chair and respectively bows before exiting the room. She fights the tears welling up in her eyes from following as her heels click through the hallways. As she exits the building, she picks up her phone and calls her best friend. She stands to the side as she listens to the phone ring before her friend picks up.

“Hello!~” she answers in a sing-song tone. Kimi smiles and answers back in a shaky tone,

“Hey, Naomi. How are you?”

“Good, how about you?” Naomi asks, concerned by Kimi’s tone. “Are you doing ok?”

“Um, I’m ok. I just-,” Kimi takes a moment to swallow so she doesn’t start bawling. “I could just really use someone to talk to right now. Are you able to meet up? Is that ok?”

“Of course!” Naomi immediately responds. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the Society headquarters, but maybe we can go to the park or something? Just somewhere without a lot of people.”

“Oh, I know just the place! Remember that beach we used to go to in college? Why don’t we go there,”

“Yeah, ok,” Kimi answers hesitantly.  “Thank you, Naomi. I’ll see you soon!”

“See you soon,” Naomi replies warmly. “Love you!”

“Love you too,” Kimi says with a smile before ending the call. She sniffles and quickly wipes her eyes before she makes her way to the SUV waiting for her. She gives the driver the address to the beach and stuffs her purse with tissues on the ride over.

“Kimi!~,” Naomi says, practically running with her arms outstretched when she arrives. 

“Naomi,” Kimi responds with a lopsided smile, accepting the hug.

“I’m so sorry to ask you to come out when you’re so pregnant,” Kimi starts to apologize before Naomi cuts her off.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I could really use the fresh air. My alpha just wants to keep me cooped up in the house all day and it makes me stir crazy,” she giggles.

“Ok,” Kimi says reluctantly. “As long as you’re not pushing yourself too hard. I don’t need him coming for my throat.”

 They make their way down the beach, small-talking about Naomi’s pregnancy until they find a place to sit down.

“So what’s going on?” Naomi asks, concerned. 

“The Society chewed me out today over not being pregnant,” Kimi admits. The pit in her stomach still weighs heavy from the harsh words.

Naomi makes an apologetic noise and gently grabs her arm. Kimi’s eyes start to water, but she continues.

“They say that if I’m not pregnant after my next heat, they’re going to step in and ensure things happen themselves.”

“What?” Naomi asks, completely baffled by the news.

“Yeah, I signed a contract saying that I’d be pregnant in a year and now half that year is gone. So if I don’t get pregnant next time-,” Kimi trails off. Naomi reassuringly places her head on Kimi’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, that’s awful.” The omega lets out some soothing waves, hoping they’ll help console her friend.

“Yeah. I don’t know how I’m going to bring it up to the guys. I mean, they already feel guilty about the last two times. And it’s not that they haven’t wanted to spend my heats with me, it’s just that they keep getting called in for things that they can’t avoid.”

“Mmm,” Naomi responds, listening intently.

“I think it just really shocked me how rude they were about it. Like, they just made me feel so small and worthless. The advisor was like ‘Oh, we had such high hopes for you and now you’re disappointing us’,” Kimi mocks. “It just made me realize that I really am worthless unless I do this.”

“Hey! You’re not useless,” Naomi reacts, sitting up. “You do so much for the both of them and you know it! You work at their agency, right?” Naomi pauses, forcing Kimi to answer.

“Yes,” she meekly answers. 

“And you’re always cooking them great meals and making sure they’re taken care of. Didn’t you say that you even bandaged up one of them when they came home from patrol all beat up?”

Kimi smiles as she remembers. Shouta had come home late one night and was trying to bandage up his own injuries quietly. The agency was too far and the wait in the hospital would have been too long since he had to teach later in the morning. Kimi had heard him come in and was quick to help him out without causing too much of a fuss.

She remembered how grateful his face was and how warm he felt when she got the rare occurrence of Shouta-only cuddles.

“I did,” she says with a light smile.

“See! You are far beyond worthless and that advisor had no right to make you feel that way,” Naomi assures her.

Tears start pouring more freely down Kimi’s face. Wordlessly, Naomi wraps her arms around her friend. Memories of the last couple of months play in Kimi’s mind. The products she helped create at the agency. The party she threw together for Hizashi’s birthday. All the sweet, tender moments she got to share with the boys.

The relationship she’s built with her packmates is something she had only dreamed of previously. She’s genuinely happy and making a difference in her alpha’s lives. She allows her emotions to flow and falls to Naomi for support.

“Thank you,” Kimi squeaks out meekly. They sit in semi-silence while Kimi cries. Waves crash on the shore, people occasionally walk by. Life continues as Kimi continues to let her emotions flow. Naomi’s hands rub up and down Kimi’s back reassuringly as she lets out a soothing wave for her friend. 

Slowly, the tears stop their descent and Naomi removes her hands, sitting back up. Kimi reaches into her purse for some tissues to wipe off her face and blow her nose.

“It’s pretty out here,” she comments to Naomi, trying to change the subject to something happier.

“It is!” Naomi agrees, taking a second to admire the view. “Oh, I heard that that one beach with all the trash is slowly getting cleared out,” Naomi says.

“Oh yeah?” Kimi asks, intrigued. Her parents had taken her to that beach a couple of times when she was younger so seeing it filled with trash always made her so sad.

“Yeah, some random volunteer is helping to get things broken down and cleared out. You should see it already, there’s been a good chunk cleared away.” 

“I will, it’s been a while since that beach has been nice,” Kimi comments. 

They smile at one another and Naomi reaches her hand out to place on Kimi’s shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t worry too much about what that nasty advisor said, ok? Just let your alphas know what they’re saying and make plans for next time, ya?”

“Yeah. You’re right,” Kimi says with a halfhearted smile. “Thank you for coming out here, Naomi. I needed this,” Kimi admits.

“Of course, no problem,” Naomi grins. “You know I’m always here for you.”

They spend another hour at the beach, catching up on other aspects of life before watching the sunset. Once the sun dips below the horizon, they wish each other goodbye and head back to their respective homes.

When Kimi gets home that night, she texts Nemuri to see if she’s interested in going to tea with her the following morning. She had some questions she wanted to ask her before talking to her alphas about the meeting she had the day. Nemuri texted back shortly after that she was more than happy to and they finalized a time and place. Kimi put her phone aside while she finished making dinner for herself. It was Friday night so Hizashi was already at the agency to prep for the radio show and Shouta was out patrolling. 

Kimi planned on spending the night listening to Hizashi’s radio program until she fell asleep while journaling how her day went. Overall, it was a pretty quiet night. As the hours went by, she made some tea before crawling into bed and enjoying the lingering smell of her alphas to get to sleep.

Early the next morning, Kimi snakes out of the arms of her two alphas, letting them enjoy their sleep. She quietly gets ready before leaving a note for the boys and leaving for the cafe. Nemuri is there ahead of her and greets her with a wide grin.

“Kimi! Darling, it is so good to see you!” she beams.

“It’s good to see you too, Nemuri. I swear, I saw you more before I was with the boys,” she teases.

“It’s true,” she sighs dramatically. “You just don’t need me anymore.”

Kimi giggles. “That’s not true at all,” she assures. The two girls go inside, order their drinks, and sit at a table outside, away from the other patrons. 

“So, I know you didn’t just call me here to see my gorgeous face,” Nemuri starts. “What’s going on?”

“You got me,” Kimi says with a self-deprecating laugh. “I was looking to get some advice for some- um - bedroom things,” Kimi says, eyes darting around to make sure no one can overhear her.

“Oooh, yeah? What’s going on? What do you need help with?” Nemuri asks, now very interested in the conversation.

“Well, um. I haven’t been able to take both of them at the same time yet. Like I can handle each of them in one hole, but, I’m struggling taking two.” Kimi’s voice is low and her face is red at her admittal.

Nemuri gives her a practically predatory grin. “I see,” she starts. “And how is it when you try? Are they saying you’re too tight?”

“Yeah,” Kimi admits. Nemuri hums before asking her next question.

“Does it feel as tight as when you’re taking their knots?”

Kimi grmaces a little. “I, uh. I haven’t been able to do that yet,” she admits

“What?” Nemuri blurts out. “What do you mean? Like it’s not fitting?”

The realization that Nemuri doesn’t know about her last heat hits her like a bus. Dread fills her veins as she worries about what the alpha will do. “I uh. I haven’t spent a heat with them yet.”

“Oh,” Nemuri says, her tone still a bit puzzled. “Have you not wanted to -,”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Kimi rushes to say. “They just keep getting pulled away for work. Please don’t be mad or say anything to them. Hizashi’s already pretty beaten up about it.”

Upset waves start to pour out of the omega, making some of the other patrons look her way. Embarrassed, she quickly tries to reign in her emotions. 

“Sorry,” she apologizes meekly as Nemuri reaches out to hold one of her hands. 

The alpha gives her a soothing look. “You’re ok.”

Kimi gives a half-hearted smile. “The uh, the Society is really worried that I won’t fulfill my duties so they’re really pushing for me to get pregnant next heat. I’m going to talk to the guys about it, but I was hoping that you’d be able to help me with my problem so there aren’t any further complications.”

Nemuri smiled gently, realizing why the omega was looking specifically for her help. “Ok, darling. I’m more than happy to help,” she says in a comforting tone. She takes a moment to think over what Kimi’s been saying. “Well, let's see. They’re saying it’s too tight, ya?”

Kimi blushes, nodding slightly before responding quietly, “Yes.”

“Are they trying to add any fingers or anything to help stretch you out while they’re in you?” Nemuri ponders.

Kimi takes a breath, slowly getting a bit more comfortable with the conversation. “Um, they’ve tried a couple of times, but they’re saying it’s hard to get anything in. Like I’m clamping down too hard.”

“Mmm,” Nemuri hums. “Gotchu. And how are you feeling when this is happening?”

Kimi’s brow scrunches as she tries to recall her feelings in those moments. “Um, I’m a bit nervous,” Kimi admits. “And then I end up getting really disappointed that I can’t do what they’re asking.”

Nemuri slowly nods her head. “Are you worried it’s going to hurt?”

“Um, a little. Like there’s a little bit of pain when they’re trying to stretch me out and then I just get frustrated.”

Nemuri places her elbow on the table, resting her head in her hand. Her blue eyes settle gently over Kimi’s face. “Was this something they originally asked for?”

Kimi nervously sucks in her lips and nods without making eye contact. “Yes, but I want it too,” she admits slowly. “They had originally brought it up after my first heat there. They said that they wanted to try to make it work so they didn’t get competitive during my heats. They’re worried that they might start getting possessive.”

All of the puzzle pieces come together for Nemuri and she let’s out an understanding “Ooooh.” Sitting up in her chair, a knowing smile graces her face. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Especially if you haven’t shared a heat with them yet. Those feelings will probably settle down after your first heat or two with them.”

She smiles reassuringly at Kimi who absorbs the information she’s being given. She leans back a little in her hair, before letting out a small laugh. “They were like that when they first got together, I don’t know if they told you or not.”

“They told me a little bit,” Kimi confirms with a small smile. “But how did you think they were?”

Nemuri’s knowing smile only grows and Kimi can’t help but think about how good it looks on her. “Oh, they would get on each other’s nerves about the littlest things. Always protective about the dumbest stuff.” 

She leans forward excitedly before telling Kimi, “One time, Hizashi had gotten Shouta a drink from the vending machine to have after his workout and Shouta just blew up. Said he didn’t need to be coddled and challenged Hizashi right then and there. Luckily, I had stopped by as things were getting heated and was able to knock some sense into them.” Nemuri laughs at the memory and Kimi joins in.

Nemuri’s smile grows warm. “They’ll get over it,” she reassures. “This is all just really new for them.”

Kimi’s smile matches in warmth, looking at the alpha that shared so many happy memories with her own. “Yeah. Thank you, Nemuri,” Kimi says bashfully.

“Of course,” Nemuri says with her signature coo. “Anything for my favorite omega. Now,” she claps her hands. “Let’s see what we can do to make things easier for you, hm? Are you still taking that heat toy of yours pretty well?”

Nemuri’s voice is much louder than Kimi would like, so she quickly shushes her. She laughs bashfully before responding, “Yes. I’ve been taking the big one with no problem. That’s why I think I’m a little extra mad at myself for not being able to do this.” Her grin falters a little bit as the disappointment in her gut stirs a little.

Nemuri’s brow crinkles before asking, “Are you dropped when you’re trying this out?”

“No,” Kimi shakes her head. “But I don’t think that would be the issue, right? Like shouldn’t it be better that I’m not dropping outside of my heat?”

Nemuri nods in agreement. “You’re right, but I think I may know what’s going on.”

“Oh?” Kimi prompts, excited to get the solution to her problem.

Nemuri nonchalantly tells Kimi, “It sounds like you’re overthinking.”

“Huh?” comes Kimi’s immediate response. She was not expecting that to be the answer at all.

Nemuri laughs. “Exactly, You’re too in your head,” Nemuri continues to explain. “The reason that the audios and the large knot toys are so helpful during your heats are because they help you to stop thinking. You’re so worried about what other people are thinking that it’s getting in your way.”

Kimi’s shoulders sag, not expecting that to be the answer. “Oh,” she says quietly as she processes this.

Nemuri continues on. “That’s why when you’re trying to do something to impress the boys outside of your heat, you’re having extra difficulty. I’m sure this wouldn’t be as big of a deal when you’re dropped, but because you’re too in the moment, it’s causing issues.”

Kimi lightly nods her head, Nemuri’s words making sense to her. 

Nemuri shoots her a sympathetic look “Why don’t you try this,” she starts, before leaning back in her chair more comfortably. “Why don’t you send them one of the audios you really like? Tell them the next time you try it to have them speak to you just like the audios. Or, even suggest putting on one of the audios for you all to listen to in the moment. That way, they know how to distract you, hm?”

“Oh god, no,” Kimi blurts out. “Those audios are fine when I’ve got a little heat fog but they’re so cringy outside of my heats,” she giggles. “I think I would die of embarrasment if the boys listened to them.”

Nemuri shrugs, “Alright love, I just think it would help. Regardless, you should let them know what’s going on. And maybe, just think of some of the things you like in your audios and see if the boys are game to it, ya?”

“Yeah, I will,” Kimi agrees. She starts about how she’s going to word all of this to them and bites her lip in contemplation.

Seeing Kimi’s mind start to go makes Nemuri chuckle. “Oh, I am so glad you invited me out for tea, darling,” Nemuri comments. “We really need to do this more often!”

“Me too, we really should,” Kimi agrees back with a smile.

Nemuri leans forward and lowers her voice. “Plus, I want all the dirty details on the boys. Have you worn the cat ears and tail yet?” The devious look in her eyes makes Kimi genuinely laugh.

“No, not yet. ‘Zashi was telling me to save it for Sho’s birthday coming up,” Kimi smiles.

Nemuri’s eyes light up and a wicked smile grows on her face. “Oh, he’s going to love that! Is it just going to be you two or all three of you?” She’s happy that Kimi is giving her a little insight on her friend’s intimate life. Trying to get them to admit anything they like was always such a pain in the ass for her.

Kimi excitedly shares her upcoming plans. “‘Zashi’s actually going to give us the night to ourselves. Kind of like Sho’ did with ‘Zashi’s birthday.”

Nemuri happily claps her hands, bringing them to her chest. “Perfect. He’s just going to eat you up, I know it!” 

The girls talk a little more about things that would normally be shared in a more private setting. Before they separate, Kimi gives Nemuri a genuine hug and thanks her again for helping her out. She leaves with her head full of new ideas and a surge of confidence in her chest.

Kimi arrives back at home mid-day, right as the boys start waking up. She only had a couple of hours with them both before they had to depart for their respective jobs. After putting down her purse and taking off her shoes, she heads to the kitchen to start making their breakfast. She figures the best thing she can do is to fill their bellies with extra good food before she has the awkward talk.

She starts the kettle and coffee pot, before focusing on getting the food prepped. Hizashi is surprisingly the first one in the kitchen. 

“Good morning,” she beams as he walks towards her, stretching. As he lets his arms down, one wraps around her waist lovingly. She lightly tilts her head up to accept a quick kiss before turning her attention back to the food. “Did you sleep ok? I didn’t wake you up when I left this morning, did I?”

He seems to catch onto Nemuri’s scent on her because he quickly scents her before responding. “No, love,” he says, moving to sit across from her at the island. “You’re good. I slept like a baby honestly. This past week just wore me out so I just crashed when I got home.”

Kimi gives him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, it was such a long week.”

He gives a half-hearted shrug. “Eh, not your fault. I think things are just a little crazy because we’re starting to get towards the holiday season.”

Kimi gives a knowing nod. “Yeah, the holidays really bring out the best in people,” she agrees sarcastically. 

“You can say that again,” Hizashi says, stretching again. His attention turns towards the hallway as he notices Shouta making his way in.

“Shower feel good?” Hizashi questions his partner.

Shouta looks up at his partner, his eyes still hanging onto some of the exhaustion his body carries. “Yeah, helped with some of the soreness,” Shouta comments. “‘Morning, Kimi.”

Kimi smiles and looks up happily at him.“‘Morning, Shouta,” Kimi mimics. “Breakfast is almost done.”

“I see that,” he says, watching her work for a few seconds. He walks around to her right side to place a kiss on his mark, also successfully scenting her. 

“Sho’,” she breathlessly giggles before turning her head to accept an actual kiss.

He puts his hands up defensively. “What? I’m just making everyone their drinks.” He shoots a knowing look at Hizashi before turning around and grabbing everyone’s mugs.

“Uh, huh. Sure,” Kimi teases back. She finishes plating up the last meal before the trio takes a seat at the table. “So how was everyone’s day yesterday,” Kimi prompts as she goes to take her first bite.

The two alphas look at each other before they both shrug. “Wasn’t too bad,” Shouta comments. “There wasn’t a lot of activity last night which was nice.”

“Yeah, nothing too special last night for me either,” Hizashi agrees.

“You were playing some good songs,” Kimi comments before adding, “as always.”

“Of course,” he says with a proud shrug. “Gotta make sure I play what my number one little listener likes.”

Kimi smiles as she continues eating, politely placing her hand over her mouth. She swallows before picking up the conversation a bit more between the two boys. Almost everyone’s finished their plates when Shouta asks, “How about you? How was your day?”

Seeing that her mates are almost done eating, she answers honestly. “Uh. It wasn’t the best if I’m being honest.”

Concern douses Hizashi’s face. “Oh, how come?”

A bit hesitantly, Kimi answers.“I, uh. I got called into the Society.”

The response is immediate. Both of her mates startle, practically jumping out of their chairs and Shouta’s head whips to her face. “What?” They both say in unison, waves of surprise and concern rolling off of them.

Kimi slowly answers with gritted teeth. “Yeah. I got a call two days ago and they requested I come in for a meeting.” Her hands soothingly rub themselves under the table.

“What did they want?” Shouta asks as Hizashi continues to stare at Kimi in surprise.

One of Kimi’s hands moves up to her opposite, rubbing it in a self-soothing manner. “They, um. They kinda scolded me for not being pregnant already.” While she knew the conversation would make the alphas upset, she knew it was still needed and fought through the awkward tension crawling through her body.

The boys look at each other, exchanging upset looks. Shouta leans back in his chair, arms crossed while Hizashi looks anywhere but in Kimi’s direction. He sighs, deflating a little. “I’m sorry, Kimi,” he says, voice broken and sad. 

Kimi launches herself in his direction, reaching out her hand towards his. “No, please don’t be upset about this. It’s okay,” Kimi rushes to say, hoping it soothes her alpha.

“No, it’s really not.” She can’t help but listen to how defeated he sounds. “I shouldn’t have left you when you needed me. They probably wouldn’t have gotten on your case.”

Shouta gives his partner a sympathetic look. “We don’t know that,” Shouta says gently, reminding his partner of a previous conversation they’ve all had. Kimi’s thankful he seems to be keeping a pretty level head. “You did what you thought was best for the pack, remember?”

“Yeah,” Hizashi agrees, a bit quietly. “I just hate that now she’s having to pay for it.”

Kimi defensively puts her hands out. “I’m all good, really. I talked it out with Naomi and Nemuri and I feel a lot better.”

“That’s why you smell like her,” Hizashi blurts out, a bit dejected. Kimi knows that there’s a hint of playfulness behind his words though.

Genuinely curious, Shouta asks, “What’d they say?”

“Well, Naomi thinks the Society was too harsh-,”

Hizashi huffs and pushes himself further back into his chair. “Fair,” he mutters.

“And Nem gave me some tips to help for next time,” Kimi continues.

Shouta gives Kimi a puzzled look. “Next time?” Shouta prompts.

A light blush graces her face. “The next time we try to, you know-,” Kimi trails off, her voice quieter than her previous statement. She raises two fingers, hoping he’ll understand.

Shouta seems to take some pity on her and doesn’t make her finish her sentence, knowing what she’s talking about.

“I see,” he hums as his pity runs out. “And what were those tips?”

Not expecting him to be so forward, Kimi stutters a little. “She, um. She was basically telling me to relax.”

Hizashi lets out a small laugh but Kimi can tell his energy is still off. “Is that all?” he says a bit smug.

She gives a shy smile. “Yeah. She just thinks I’m too in my head and that it shouldn't be as painful next time if I can relax or at least be distracted.”

“Fair enough,” Shouta shrugs. “So when do you want to try it?” He leans over in her direction, locking eyes with her and flashing the smirk he knows makes her knees buckle.

She thinks about her answer for a moment, biting her lip as she does so. “Maybe tomorrow?” she blushes. “I know you both are busy today and I don’t want to interrupt.”

Shouta leans back in his chair, mirroring his previous position. “Alright, tomorrow it is then. That sound good to you, ‘Zash?”

“Yeah,” Hizashi says with a bit of a warmer smile before it lightly drops. “They weren’t too mean to you, were they?”

Kimi hates that he still feels guilty about what happened. “I’m not going to lie, they were pretty rude, but I’m ok now. Naomi and I went to the beach afterward and she helped cheer me up.”

“Ok,” his voice still sounding a bit discouraged. “I’m glad she was able to help you. I’m sorry we weren’t around.”

“It’s all ok, ‘Zashi,” Kimi reassures him with a smile. “I’m good now and we have a game plan to make sure things are better for next time.”

Shouta locks eyes with his partner. “We should probably try to lock in the time off now if we can,” he says in his normal serious tone. “See if we can’t have the Society make sure the Association doesn’t try to step in again.”

Hizashi nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe they’ll be less grumpy if they have even more control over what’s happening.”

“That would probably help,” Kimi agrees. Her head drops a bit in shame before she tells them the remainder of their warning. “They were saying they might try to step in themselves if I’m not pregnant after my next heat.”

The two boys let a moment of silence pass, absorbing that bit of info. “Well, we’ll do our best to make sure that doesn’t happen, ok?” Shouta says reassuringly. Kimi nods her head in understanding. Silence still lingers in the room and Kimi feels a bit guilty for bringing down the mood right as her two mates were getting started for the day.

“You guys have a little bit before you have to start getting ready, right?” she asks rhetorically, knowing they do. “Why don’t we cuddle a little bit on the couch before you do? I feel bad making you leave for work all bummed out.”

“That sounds wonderful, love,” Hizashi says, his voice warmer than before. His arms outstretch as she gets up and Kimi flings herself into his arms without hesitation. Shouta smiles and comes around her backside, sandwiching her in for a hug.

The room fills with waves of comfort and happiness as the trip breaks away from the hug. They cuddle on the couch, conversing about a show they’re all watching before the boys eventually head out for the evening. Kimi journals her day with the cute supplies they had gotten her for her birthday a few months prior. 

They had seen how much she would write down and journal at the agency or when she was at home so the supplies were a no-brainer. They even had the creative department make some custom supplies for her with all three of their names on it. It always made her smile when she was using them. 

She turns on the radio in the living room when Present Mic starts his show and does some late-night yoga in front of the large windows that display the city below. She tried to see if she could spot Eraserhead but knew that his route was way too far to see. The rest of the evening is spent listening to Present Mic’s show and reading before her eyes start drooping. 

Reluctantly, she turns everything off in the living room before crawling into their shared giant bed. Tonight, the darkness and stillness in the room is just a bit too much for her, so she turns on the ambient lighting around the room for comfort allowing its warmth to replace her alpha’s as she drifts asleep. PREVIOUS | NEXT

decided to get started on the fanfiction oh/OH. print design. This one is getting released November 6. Selected chrysanthemums because of their meaning and cus they're pretty

there are

SO MANY FUCKING PETALS

i am going to BED

Happy birthday Aizawa🥳

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me rereading a scene: omg why is she acting like that who wrote this? i wrote this.

When a “funny” dude likes you and anytime he sees you anywhere he will be like “yoooo wassup it’s Jelissa!” (Or whatever) like “omg Miranda is here whaaaat” for literally no reason why do they do that