#yearning hard

Warnings - Mentions of gunshot wounds, memorie loss, no proofread, english is not the author's first language, not the best attempt at writing a scotish accent, afab reader, yearning!john mactvish bc this man is down bad for his lover | WC: 1.0k

p.s.: this is like a writing exercise to help me unlock my brain for my upcoming Soap X Reader fic so you guys get a close look at my writing :)

Yearning!John Mactavish, who aways offer to carry your things for you, just to be able to touch something, anything that has your smell in it, to track your digits with his own caloused fingers and feel like he is touching your hand through it.

Yearning!John Mactavish, that quickly noticed that you weren’t using your characterisct perfume one random day at mess hall, “Fel’ like using a different scent today, bon?’, he asked kindly, already missing the familiar sweet smell that he would vehemently fill his lungs with every time you two where together, ‘Yeah, my perfume’s running low and I want to save it ‘til I can buy another one’, you said, it would probably take a few more days until you could take a day off and actually buy it, you swore that you saw the corner of his mouth turning slightly up.

Yearning!John Mactavish, that the very next day asked, no, begged Price to give him a day off, ‘Need to buy somethings tha’ are running low f’ me Cap’in, it will take jus’ a couple of hours I promise’, he pleaded, but Price was not dumb, he knew what Johnny’s true intentions where, but still he gave the poor man a day off, he was at the shop within 20 minutes of car (same path that usually took him about forty minutes to do). That same day he showed up at your quarters door with a small paper bag in hands, ‘I was in downtown buying some things f’ me, saw tha’ ‘n thought of ye Bon’, no need to pay me back alrigh’?’ he said with a charming confident smile, even though his hands were shaking and sweating like he was a teenage boy talking to his crush, nervous by just the sight of your smile. You thanked him excited, placing a caring hand on his forearm and squeezeing him, hoping for a reaction, and oh god you sure received one when he almost dropped the tiny bag to the floor, a pink tone starting to appear at the tip of his nose and ears.

Yearning!John Mactavish, that everytime you two met at the corridors of HQ he needed to stop walking for a few seconds just to feel the trail of your sweet scent you left behind, having to recompose himself after you smiled at him and, without noticing, making his day 100% better because of that, ‘Good morning Sarge’!’ it was all he needed to hear for butterflies to dance in his stomach and for his heart to start pounding like crazy, your voice hugging his ribs like vines and entering his heart easily like you had lived there since forever. He just walked again when his LT started mocking him for it, ‘Really Johnny? Your tha’ appaled with jus’ a greating from the lass?’ Ghost said in a serious yet mocking tone, ‘Ye just not used to the feeling of being in luv, Lt.’ Johnny answered with the most stupid smile Simon has ever seen, which, when it came to John, was a magnificent achievement he thought he would never witness.

Yearning!John Mactavish, who is usually the one to always talk nonstop, even interrupting others sometimes to point something he found important, staying completely silent while you talked about something you found interesting or liked, so obviously, it was something he liked too. Its not like he didn’t payed attention to what you where saying, he picked every detail and store it safelly in his mind, enlighting himself with the sound of your voice invading his ears going straight to his chest and the sight of your pretty face while you talked for the past one our and a half, his mucled arms crossed on his big chest, with that pretty, stupid smile on his face yet again, studying every centimeter of your expressions to keep it safe in the storage of his mind that was reserved for you, aka his whole, ridiculously lovesick brain.

Yearning!John Mactavish, that after taking a shot at the side of that stupid brain of his, losing about half of his memories, including some with you, already spread that idiotic smile of his as soon as you entered the infirmary in a rush after you heard the news of his awakening, ‘I don’t remember ye, but I can feel ye filling all my hear’ just by looking at your face luv’’ already with tears in your eyes you took his hand in yours and he instinctively squeezed it back and continued, eyes locked in yours like you could disappear at any given moment if he dared to look away ‘I can feel m' hear' warming up just by smelling ye' scent, hearing ye' voice… if you can, please…please fill m’ head again luv, I will be greatful forever…” he pleaded, voice breaking at the end of his sentence, chest heavy with grief by the loss of his memories of you, feeling pain just because his brain wasn’t 90% filled with you anymore, and of course you accepted, how could you not?

Yearning!John Mactavish, that ended up needing only a couple of weeks to fill himself with you again, to pick up his habits towards you, like carrying your things even thou he was still recovering, and when you prohibited him of going at the mall to buy your essentials, he then proceeded to just give you almost all of his money so you could buy his favorite thing, 'Buy tha' perfume of yours ye know I love, Bonnie, wan' to smell it in your neck when ye get back', he pleaded with baby blues, gaze locked in yours of course.

I've always noticed the fandom usually talks about Shanks yearning for Buggy but never Buggy yearning for Shanks. I would say they're similar in that sense, honestly. There's a difference in how they yearn each other, though.

See, Shanks yearns in an open way that many fans acknowledge he still wants Buggy to be by his side. We have seen a few couple of scenes of him 'yearning' for Buggy: Marineford, Lougetown and even One piece party. He was also said to be pretty positive thinking so I'm taking that into consideration that he believes that they would cross paths again after Lougetown. Like, to me , that stare he gave to Buggy at Marineford was that he expected the interaction would happen, but not at the exact timing.

obviously, he doesn't see the future and expect the encounter to happen in Marineford but he genuinely believes, even after years that they would meet again. Desperately. Obsessively. He seems like the type of guy who prefers to look at things in a positive point of view instead of negatively, willing to ignore the negativity away.

(but after they meet again, Shanks would rather fight all the other yonkos at the same time than letting him go again.)

Now, Buggy is the total opposite.

Buggy gave up his dream for Shanks. He knew be couldn't measure up to the Red-hair so atleast he's able to play a part in the future pirate king life , right? But nope, Shanks really said "fuck that" and spit on his belief. That everything he ever believes in was ridiculous and that Buggy was just a lackey Shanks allows to follow him, and leave him when it got rough. Buggy gave everything he was for Shanks. Yes, it was not much but it was something.

He regret he ever did anything for Shanks. He regret he ever loved at all. After Lougetown, Buggy decided he wasn't going to give up his identity for another individual, he'd rather live for himself. It sounds reasonable to him. If someone was going to throw him out when he did everything for them, then he'd rather not do anything at all. It was no use caring about it.

But, he does care. Looking back, he admired Shanks as someone above him so so much. He can't accept that it was all in his illusion so he puts all the blame to Shanks. It can't ever be Buggy's fault when it was Shanks who left. But goddamn, he really wanted that man.

Yes! Ofcccc I would love to do this as I'm also a fan of Hiorin myself and I like the concept of them! Sorry for any mischaracterisations!

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

The locker room was oddly quieter than usual, not that Rin minded— He quite liked it, actually.

Not silent— the hum of the fan cut through it— but subdued. The usual loud laughter of Bachira and the shouts of Raichi had been replaced by murmured conversations and stares over shoulders back at Rin; Some staring at him with a mix of sympathy whilst others were looks of amusement for the state of the man who said he could handle anything without any inconveniences.

The fight occurred around 10 minutes ago.



Rin had said something carelessly, not put much thought into it— something along the lines of "You're way too loud and reckless, no wonder Sae was hesitant at first to give you his number." Shidou normally would've laughed it off. Rin's sharp tongue was nothing he couldn't handle— He had already grown accustomed to the constant jabs and icy attitude the younger Itoshi always shot his way.

However,

This time was different.

His grin slid off his face immediately

"What did you just say?"

Rin didn't even spare him a glance, already turning away as though the conversation was nothing but a waste of time that he could've very much been using to train.

"You heard me, lukewarm."

Silence settled quickly but was instantly washed away just as quickly as it came by Shidous humourless laugh.

'Still hiding behind your brothers name, huh?'

Rin's pace slowed to a halt— his shoulders stiffening.

"And you're still desperate for his attention just like a dog when his owners away for a few hours."

The room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of them.

One insult became two; Remarks shifting into personal insults, Each one personally designed to edge the other to their breaking point. Teammates shared uneasy looks, getting the hint to back away from the cold auras emanating from the two arguing boys as if they knew a fight was about to break out.

Unfortunately for Rin... His teammates were rightfully correct.

Shidou snapped.

He closed the distance between them in one long step—shoving Rin hard enough to send him stumbling backwards into Isagis open locker. Rin recovered almost instantly, grabbing a handful of Shidous jersey and driving him back with even more force; Both of them shouting at each other and cursing the other out loudly with little to no shame.

The next few seconds blurred into chaos.

Gloves, water bottles and football shoes— anything that could be easily thrown— were scattered across the floor as the two collided, egos too big and prideful to know when to withdraw and back down. A small selection of teammates had rushed over and started attempted to pry them apart— yelling desperately at them to stop and a few other things left unheard.

—Neither of them budged even an inch.

It wasn't until Shidou had suddenly been forcibly seperated from Rin by Yukimiyas and Karasus strong and consistent pulling did the wrestling start to die down.

Shidou had been dragged one way— still shouting over their shoulders but not bothering to try and claw his way out of their hold as he normally would've.

Leaving Rin with a split lip, a bloody nose and a currently bleeding deep cut on his cheek from what he guesses came from Shidous stupidly long nails when they were fighting. Great.



That had been about 15 minutes ago now.

Now, right here— Rin was still sitting in the middle of the room with a ringing in his ears that persisted to stay, he hadn't moved since Shidou had been pulled out of the locker room. He didn't know why but— he found the silence that wrapped around him like a cold embrace more comforting than any of Saes attempts when he was just a kid.

Sadly his head wasn't as silent as the room around him was.

Rin didn't think he ever gotten into a fight that bad with Shidou before.

I wonder what Sae would think if he—

Would Hiori... Wait why am I thinking of—

He only snapped out of the raging waves of thoughts when a soft voice called out to him. so soft that Rin didn't think it was possible— especially not to him of all people.

He shakes off the unwanted heat that's crawled its way into his chest and the sudden butterflies eliciting in his stomach— What the hell is this feeling? Rin couldn't help but wonder.

"Heya Rin? you're bleeding... Rin?"

Hioris wide, baby blue eyes were looking into the boys narrowed teal ones with obvious concern, waving his hand in front of his face in a last resort to catch his attention.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of the concern held hold in those big baby blue eyes.

Okay, yeah Rin was totally fucked.

"Oh, uh yeah... I'm fine... I'm fine... I can patch it myself." He quickly dismisses, voice cracking a bit— his ego overpowering the thought of admitting he's hurt— He's nearly 17 now. There's no way in hell he's letting this baby blue idiot patch him up when he could do it himself, stupid idiot!

It seems Rin had accidentally let out a huff of disbelief at the thought without meaning to because Hiori now held a slight smile that crept its way onto the corner of his lips, eyes twinkling with amusement before worry swiftly overrides it.

"Don't ya think it'd be better if I helped, Rin-chan? I'm real great at this typa stuff, promise."

Rin looks away for a split moment, internally deciding whether to let Hiori help him or not.

That's when he notices the first aid-kit in Hiori's grip— I wonder how soft his hands feel— Nope. Rin doesn't want to be thinking like that— shouldn't be wanting to thinking about that.

"Only this once,"

He finally concludes before pausing—

"You better not be saying you're good just for the sake of it you stupid lukewarm."

Hiori lets out a huff of laughter at that eyes twinkling with amusement once more as he realises the teal-eyed boy is back to his usual self but seriously though—did he really think he would be here if he didn't know how to do simple cleaning and bandaging? Hiori thought but he knew better than to actually say it out loud so he kept it to himself knowing the younger Itoshi would be more irritated.

"Mhm... Alright, let's get that split lip cleaned then treat the rest... But I'm helping more than just grabbing stuff and giving it to ya."

Oh. Thats right, Rin had split his lip earlier from the fight. He had forgotten, and he completely forgot he was sitting on the floor. He quickly gets up, trying not to show his embarrassment from forgetting such important things. He decides to not try to give an answer to the last sentence Hiori just said.

Rin nodded as he followed Hiori into the facility's shared bathrooms.

When inside. Rin walked over to where the sinks sitting, Hiori told him in a casual tone he was off to the storage room to get a cloth— Since that's where all the cloths and towels are. Rin nodded and turned the cold side of the tap whilst Hiori turned on his heel and walked out, shooting one last glance at Rin.

On his way to the storage room, an image suddenly popped up in his head; it was the one where Rin was sitting on the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the deep cut on his cheek from Shidous nail with a swollen lip— Hiori had to admit, he looked unbelievably hot battered up and beaten like that. If he could— he probably would've kissed Rin right then and there, talking against his lips about how fighting with people is no good and that he should stick around with Hiori instead of their other teammates.

He would've.

He really would've

Issue is Rin would end up staring at him with those beautiful, teal eyes Hiori sometimes loves to daydream about with shock— maybe even disgust, then bolt out as fast as he could like staying with Hiori was the same as standing with a ticking time bomb.

God, if only Rin liked him...

Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of the storage room, opening the door leading to it and gave a singular glance around the room—

Grey, wooden cabinets were labelled and pressed against the wall of the room, filling up the whole right side of the room— A white, metal ball cage filled to the brim with various designs of footballs was placed in the very back corner of the left side of the room meanwhile a singular table standing just beside it; slightly shorter in height had neatly stacked goalie gloves and spare water bottles sitting to one another, always there for anyone in need for spares. The walls were painted white, blue lines crossing across the walls to meet up— There was still quite some space that could be filled up with things.

Hiori walked to the cabinets, quickly found the cabinet labelled 'Cloths' and grabbed one before making his way back over to the bathrooms where Rin was currently in.

Wait, where's everyone? Usually there would be Hioris teammates walking by here at least once, either they gave him a slight wave and continued their way to wherever or even try to spike up a conversation with him.

Except there was nothing.

Hiori was suprised but not taken aback by it.

He had more important business to attend to anyways.

| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~%^^%~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|

He stared at a certain 'lukewarm's' back as they made their way out the room, leaving him sitting on a stool with the sound of running water occupying the silence that he would normally would've loved to sit in.

Except, Rin felt heavy-hearted when a certain baby blue eyed midfielder was so quick to leave. What the hell?

He was the little brother of the famous midfielder, the iconic Sae Itoshi.

He adored the very same Sae Itoshi,

He mirrored the very same Itoshi Sae,

From his cold, icy personality to his play style of football— his mannerisms, speech—

Down to the Very. Last. Drop

He swallowed everything he learned from the Sae Itoshi to the very depths of his core, making sure it stuck like glue there for as long as it could before Rin managed to break free from the sick childhood obsession.

Even learned from Sae to forget how to love and what it felt like,

Was this the feeling of it?

Is this the feeling of loving?

Could this be cause of the heartbreak he felt?

This concept of 'Love' ?

Rin would never know until he got a hint.

Rin hated the feeling. It made him sick down to his core— But somewhere deep inside him he liked the feeling.

Somewhere at the very back of his heart, his core, as far as he possibly could push it away from his reach.

Is it coming back slowly but gradually?

The sting from the flow of the cool water against his injured lip makes him wince,

But at least it distracts him from the storm in his head.

"Heya Rin, I'm back... have ya cleaned it yet?'

Rin jerks hard— not expecting Hiori to be back so soon.

"Mhm, have you got the cloth?"

'Of course I do Rin-chan, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Pass it over"

"Rin, Let me dry your lip. I said I'd help more than just grabbing stuff."

"Huh? No way, In your dreams."

"Rin I'll be real gentle, just let me do it..."

After a few rounds of back and forward, Rin relents under Hioris persuasion and allows him to pat his lip dry— Letting out a small sigh of defeat.

—

Hiori bandage up the rest of his injuries— Rin's eyes soften unconsciously, his body melting under the soft, caring touches of the blue-haired boy. Hiori notices instantly, of course. He's always been the perceptive type of person, but he decides not to make a comment about it.

After that, they part ways.

Rin will sleep missing the gentle ministrations.

Hiori will sleep missing those teal eyes and the melting body.

Maybe one day they'll eventually find the courage.

|~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|