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you slightly flinch at sae's stern tone. you were just grabbing an energy drink from the fridge when he snatched it from your hold. caught. and you can't even make excuses or whine because you know sae is right, "you look worse day by day," he scolds, and you stay silent, "how long have you been awake for?"
"...a while," you mutter, not even looking at him.
he exhales deeply, "cmon."
you grumble something but he doesn't let you argue, tugging you to the bedroom.
he takes your phone and places it on his side, not even letting you protest.
he wraps one arm around you and you lean on his shoulder as the two of you lay on the bed. sae forces you to read a book. and that actually helped. you soon felt drowsy and eventually slept. sae shuts the reading light, pulling the duvet over you.
ITOSHI RIN !
"go back," rin says sternly. it was morning when you walked out of the bedroom only to be scolded by him, "go. back. sleep."
"i can't...i've work—"
"take a day off. you stayed awake for god knows how long," you slightly flinch at his tone, "go back."
your shoulders drop as you explain to him that work is important. he doesn't buy it. he grabs your wrist, urging you back, "rin, wait—" nope. he picks you up, plopping you down on the bed. the moment you layed, you felt drowsiness and you rub your eyes.
"tsk. see? you're tired."
you tried sitting up but he didn't let you.
"you get up again and i swear i'll drag you back and tie you to the bed."
ISAGI YOICHI !
you sat infront of the mirror, the concealer stick in your hand.
"you're doing that again."
you pause hearing yoichi's voice. oh he was worried sick for you, "all this...makeup...it's not fooling anyone," he walks to you, kneeling infront of you. he takes the concealer stick and places it down, then cupping your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes.
"yo-chan—"
"you're shaking," he grabs your wrist, placing gentle kisses there, "take a little break from college."
"yo-chan, i cant—"
"you can," he leans in, "a week won't affect anything. you're already working so hard. just...just let me take care of you. no energy drinks. just rest. properly. sleep at night. and stay awake during daytime. ok?"
"...ok."
he smiles, kissing your forehead, "that's my girl."
MICHAEL KAISER !
"oi raccoon," he calls as he walks out of the bedroom. there you were by the dining table. energy drink infront of you while you doom scrolled. he snatches your phone and plops a book infront of you.
"give it back," you say weakly, trying to reach for your phone.
"no. you're going to read this."
"...a philosophy book?"
"read."
"mihya—"
"read."
"...how will this fix my sleep schedule—?"
"it won't. but it will make you sleepy for now," he sits beside you.
while you were reading sleepily, tiredly, he kept running his fingers gently through your hair, which made you even more drowsy. eventually you yawned, reaching maximum tiredness.
"alright," he closed the book, getting up. he smiles at how you were fighting to keep your eyes open.
he carried you to the bedroom. he makes you sit on the bed, him sitting infront of you, "breath in. breath out."
you were too tired to argue. so you follow him. finally your eyes closed, he gently guides you to lay down, tucking you in, kissing your forehead.
⟡ ── ch.8 forgotten phone numbers and addresses | BLUE LOCK
► series : co-parenting with oliver aiku.
you thought taking a day off meant you'd finally rest, eat like there's no tomorrow, be lazy, cuddle your daughter to sleep. but no. the house resources ran out. from snackies to veggies. and the fridge had rotting leftovers.
you wouldn't usually let this happen but cmon. you're a working woman, who also happens to be a mother. these things are bound to occur once in a while.
"ma...i wanna go to park..." reva whines.
"that if you help me with shopping," you reply, already making a list on your notes app. reva pouts, her cheeks puffed up as she whines more about going to park. you wonder who she learnt that from. wasn't you. could be oliver. or...
the doorbell rings.
you sigh, not even having energy to scold.
"uncle ren!!!"
ren skipped lectures again.
he took reva to the park. which meant a possibilities of things could go wrong. which meant that it had approximately fifty percent chance of happening. which meant it went wrong. which meant they separated. and hence, ren lost reva.
"...uncle...?" reva called, looking around the now almost empty park, "uncle," she called again, her voice more scared now.
"hey...what's wrong? are you lost?"
reva turned to see a woman with short red hair and green eyes crouch down to her.
"uncle...gone..."
"you came with your uncle? do you know his phone number?"
"no..."
the red haired woman looked around, sighing, "onee-san will accompany you for a bit hm? im aya. what's your name?"
"'m reva. im four," reva says, holding up her four tiny fingers, "one two three four."
"wah, you're good at counting. do you like it?"
"i like butterflies when they're in space."
"butterflies in the space?" aya chuckles at reva's imagination, "well, nice to meet you, reva. i like your eyes."
"my eyes?" reva blinks, "you don't think they're weird?"
"weird? no, they're pretty,"
"pretty?"
"mhm. it's my first time seeing someone with mismatched eyes," aya explains, "wanna sit on that bench while we wait?"
reva nods as aya helps her get on the nearby bench.
"you know any family members' number?"
"i don't remember," reva says, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to remember, "no remember."
"...okay...do you know the address?"
"ma's? or papa's?" reva asks, making aya tilting her head, "...ma and papa don't live together...papa said it's complicated...he always says that."
"oh um..." aya pauses, not knowing what to say. never knew what to say to the kids that tend to overshare, "so...what about your ma's address?"
"ma says two buildings after park—"
"reva," they hear her name being called, "reva!"
"uncle ren!!"
ren exhales in relief as he runs to take reva in his arms, "reva...oh god, i got so scared..." ren sighs again. then looks over reva's shoulder to see her, "...aya?"
"...you? 'uncle ren'?"
ren glares, "yes. me. uncle ren. problem?"
"uh yes?" aya glares back, "you literally lost her?"
"lost? what's going on here?" there comes a stern voice, that belonged to none other than you, as you step towards them, grocery bags in your hands, "lost her? ren—"
"ah nee-san! its—"
"ma!!" reva calls, "onee-san is nice! she call my eyes pretty!" she says, hugging aya's legs.
you looked at the her. aya bows, "ah hello. im itoshi aya. nice to meet you."
you smile, bowing back, introducing yourself.
"tsk," ren clicks his tongue, looking away, arms crossed.
"what's that look for?" you question, raising your eyebrow.
"yeah, explain yourself, ren," aya adds salt.
"...you two know each other?" you look at them.
"nah," ren says in that nonchalant tone of his, "just my neighbour. no one really."
"hah? 'no one'?" aya repeats, "just your neighbour? that day literally—"
"nee-san, it's getting late," ren says, taking the grocery bags from your hand, "let's go already," ren makes sure to give a glare to aya before turning, "nee-san, c'mon already."
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"papa teach teach!"
reva says, handing oliver a crayon and paper.
"alright, what do you wanna learn, chipmunk?"
"phone numbers and address!"
"hm?" oliver chuckles, taking the crayon and paper, "why ya want to learn this so suddenly?"
"cause uncle ren—" she pauses, remembering that her uncle strictly told not to talk about the 'got lost' thing, "uncle ren said...for safety," she lies for the sake of world peace.
"ah uncle ren. right," oliver starts writing down his number, "said something correct for once."
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i stopped playing lads for one whole year cause of exams. now that they're over, im back on track. I LOOOOOOOOOOVE valko. yes, ive seen him for less than a week ik. i wanna rant so much dawg :( like the fanarts of him are already so awesome. can't wait to meet my new hubby fr
you look rather good after we broke up, pretty woman
you still look good and it annoys me, pretty woman
ITOSHI SAE !
you received flowers at the small place you had gotten your part time job at. your coworkers described what the guy who gave you flowers looked like. red hair, green eyes, long under lashes, and undeniably itoshi sae.
you threw those flowers in the trash the first two days. but when you kept receiving more and more, you started donating them.
sae watched you one day. he saw you helping the elderly lady cross the road, then offering the small bouquet to her.
fucking unfair. you're supposed to be crying and being angry at him. instead, you're going ahead, looking beautiful, unlike his miserable self.
the very next day, you enter your workplace, expecting flowers again. but today, you see your coworkers giggling as...they read the letter that came along with the bouquet.
i don't do this kind of thing. i'm bad at it. and you know it. i'm bad at much more things than this. like understanding you. that day you pulled me to the flower shop and put a flower behind your ear. you looked like a doll. you are.
it was almost sweet, till you read—
maybe im giving you the wrong flowers. what kind do you like? meet me once and let me know.
── from shitty ex boyfriend to dollface
MICHAEL KAISER !
he hated that deep blue sundress of yours that had little rose designs, that felt like it was meant to be worn by you for him.
he hated it.
no he didn't.
he was head over heels for you.
days would be of him admiring you in it. nights would be of the dress on his bedroom floor.
god, he was gone.
usually, many would just throw away things that reminded them of their ex. but you loved the dress just as much as him. and perhaps, you haven't moved on. just like him.
he doesn't corner you. not really. you have all the free space to run away. and yet, you didn't. and he takes that advantage, leaning lower and closer to you.
"this is the third fucking time you're wearing it this month," yes, he's keeping tabs on you. yes, you're aware of it.
"you're insane, michael."
"and you're pretty, y/n," he just said that, sounding absolutely like a toxic possessive ex, "you know what's even more fucked up, y/n? that im trying to get over you and you keep getting...pretty. day by day. prettier and prettier and fucking prettiest."
lie. im trying to get over you. absolutely a lie. he's been after you shamelessly.
"michael—"
"you keep wearing this fucking blue dress i like."
"i can wear whatever i want!!"
"and im not stopping you. all im asking you..." he steps closer, "is to take me back, y/n. please."
a/n: sorry for not including rin and yoichi :( i'll post about them later on the same topic, dw.
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oliver sat in his car outside his place. late at night, too tired to get off, too into thoughts. he looks at the picture of reva on his phone, quickly clicking on the notification when he sees your message.
y/n:
meet her tomorrow. she's worried you're still hurting.
it's been three days. three days since the fight.
you immediately knew that a brawl happened, you weren't oblivious. ren got a cut on his lip, oliver had to bandage up a little. cause after oliver swung at ren, he didn't care to after, as he just took ren's punches again and again and again. somewhat a punishment for himself.
when asked why it started, they gave a completely different reason. that was one thing both ren and oliver agreed to. for the sake of your mental peace.
and when reva asked, oliver said the soccer practice got too hectic. while ren fell on his face.
oliver sighs.
he replies to your text, staring at it for a breath before getting out of the car, pocketing his phone.
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it was chilly at late afternoon. oliver carried reva his in arm. she was sipping on meiji probio, humming as oliver walked to the park near your apartment building.
"papa look!" reva pointed, spotting you on the bench, showing the cats-cradle with strings to shidou ryusei’s gremlins. minami and mika. both laughing, both then happy and excited to see reva, while their papa held their little backpacks, grinning.
oliver settles reva down, sitting beside you on the bench.
"minami! mika!" she drops the empty little bottle of meiji probio, "uh oh," she picks it up, throwing it into the bin before the girls then rush to play on the slide, both you and oliver calling out to them to be careful.
"i wasn't that disciplined when i was her age," ryusei chuckles, "she's safe with my girls," he assures, "don't worry, you two."
you nod, as you look at your babygirl looking so happy, making your heart swell.
"thank you, shidou-san," you say softly, "for taking care of reva. your daughters...they’ve been so lovely with her."
ryu shrugs, yet smiling, "they're happy to have a friend. and besides, you take care of my babies too. thank you for that y/n-chan. captain-chan."
"PAPA LOOK!!" mika yells from ontop of the slide, "I BIG!"
"wah! what a accomplishment! just wait you gremlin!" just like that, shidou ryusei rushed to play with the little girls as if he was one himself, while dropping their little backpacks on the bench beside.
that leaves you alone with oliver.
oliver took a deep breath, readying himself for the awkwardness, you didn't let that happen as you initiate.
"ive shift this wednesday. for longer time, that due to shortage of staff," you explain, "...the same day reva has ptm," parent teacher meeting.
oliver nods, "im on it," he says simply in a steady tone.
"what about your training?"
"don't worry, i've got it covered," he replies.
the silence followed for a couple of seconds, oliver's thoughts goes into overthinking. it's not gonna happen anytime soon. you seeing someone else. with the amount of work you have. shifts after shifts. he doubts you're gonna have time to date. still, he can't be sure of it all that time.
"...tell me everything after ptm," you interrupt his overthinking, "wednesday will go smoothly," you mumble to yourself, looking down at your palms on your lap.
"count on it. count on me," oliver answers. you slowly look up at him. his eyes meet yours for a moment longer than necessary before both of you look away. with oliver clearing his throat awkwardly.
from distance, ryusei smiles, looking at the interaction, shaking his head and smiling, "man's trying."
that talk never really came. the one ren told oliver about for one reason or the other.
so one day after the papa-daughter hangout, reva sat beside the driver's seat like the princess she is. but her voice wasn't much cheerful when she called for her papa.
"what is it chipmunk?" oliver asks, his eyes still on the road.
"i don't wan' a new papa."
"what?" oliver let's out a laugh, "where did that came from?"
"uncle ren," reva says making oliver's grip tighten on the steering wheel, "uncle ren told ma to go on dates. dates are like—"
"reva," oliver interrupts, "you're not getting a new papa."
reva smiles, "promise?"
"promise."
after reaching your apartment building, oliver doesn't move for a second till reva calls. he shakes his head, debating whether to talk about this to you or not.
he carries reva, rings the doorbell, waiting for you to answer it.
"ma!" reva jumps into your arms. you smile, cooing at her, nubbing your nose with hers as she giggles. that was a sight oliver adored so much. but that other thing annoyed him.
"y/n..." he calls after reva goes inside. you turn to face him with a hum as a question.
he rubs the back of his neck. he wants to ask so much. and shake some sense(according to him) into you so bad.
but he stays quiet.
"...well...?" you ask.
oliver clears his throat, looking away, walking after telling you to take care.
it's not that the talk was avoided. for whatever reason that had happened...didn't matter. it only mattered that oliver and ren finally faced each other, man to man.
that too in an alleyway, where ren was smoking.
"doesn't really suit future doctors," oliver stated coldly.
"piss off about that," ren spat, "you—"
"don't talk about dating infront of my daughter," oliver interrupts.
it was always...ALWAYS ren who swung first. but after oliver listened to what ren said...
"you can play father to reva all you want," ren says with his voice so stern, "but you'll never be a lover to nee-san again."
that did it.
fists were thrown along with curses and harsh words.
and when oliver's vision blurred, he didn't only see a furious ren. oliver saw a 17-year-old boy who got so frustrated after knowing that his sister had to suffer what couldn't be undone.
i stopped playing lads for one whole year cause of exams. now that they're over, im back on track. I LOOOOOOOOOOVE valko. yes, ive seen him for less than a week ik. i wanna rant so much dawg :( like the fanarts of him are already so awesome. can't wait to meet my new hubby fr
the shift had got you so much more tired than usual on friday. saturday meant half day shift. yet so worn out, you ploped yourself on the couch without a care, eyes closed. when you felt reva climbed up to you and hugged you, "ma," she mumbled, resting her head on your chest. that helped you relax as you smile and kiss on-top of her head.
the doorbell rang.
you sigh, taking your time to get up and answer the door.
ren was always there to check on you.
ever since childhood. ren listened to everything you said like the obedient younger brother he was. growing up, he started adding snarly remarks like: 'you're lazy, get it yourself.'
today he says that you look like shit. you slap his arm, him being dramatic of the very small impact. you let him in, as he makes you sit, telling that he's gonna handle everything. dinner, reva, you.
you smiled. but couldn't help but to remember what happened four years ago. your smile died a little.
seventeen year old ren could do nothing but stand in the corner, seeing your mother calling you a disappointment and shameless and irresponsible. your father stayed quiet but the silence spoke too loud and it hurt.
your family was the second you broke the news to.
it was a chilly night at the park when you initially told oliver about it. you both had broken up two weeks ago. heck, that wasn't even a proper relationship to start with. sex was all that used to happen.
i don't want to make things harder for you.
was what oliver said, thinking that his absence would be...better, feeling that he would be a burden if he stays.
i don't know what im supposed to do.
he was honest. cruel thing to say yes, but still honest.
and he wasn't there with you for the toughest times.
present day, ren answered the door to see oliver there for the weekend papa-daughter hangout. and yet ren asks, "what do you want?"
oliver smirks, "cute apron."
fuck.
ren had forgotten to take off that pink 'kiss the chef' apron. but before more taunts could exchange, reva runs up to her papa.
"no out today," reva says, "ma is sick."
with reva still in his arms, oliver pushes past ren to your room. he puts reva down when he reaches the door, about to enter your room when ren holds oliver's shoulder and yanks him back. ofcourse the twenty one year old ren's pull was less impactful, yet he stopped oliver.
"what are you doing?"
ren's words make oliver come back to his senses.
before it could escalate, they didnt say anything for the sake of little reva still there. but that didn't stop them from glaring at each other.
"go out with reva. don't let it ruin your dad-daughter hangout."
oliver scoffs, "you don't get to order me," he turns to reva, his tone softer now, "we'll watch tv in the living room, yeah chipmunk?"
reva nods, already excited to watch the cartoons with her papa.
"oliver," ren calls coldly, "we're gonna have a serious conversation about this soon."
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you were in the kitchen, humming, chopping veggies that the kids disliked when—
"cheater!" souta suddenly yells, pointing dramatically at rin.
you pause. knife in hand, you slowly turn toward your son, “what did you say, souta?”
rin violently chokes on water, baffled.
shouma, the brains, adds fuel to the fire, "we saw it. papa was talking to a woman at the grocery store."
rin coughs, wiping his mouth, "she was the cashier—!"
but your very real smile and vein that popped on your forehead said everything, "so… papa’s smiling at other women now, hm?" you kept chopping the vegetables calmly.
"y/n no, i swear she gave me the wrong change, i wasn’t even—"
sakura gasps, turning to you, "he remembers her!!"
"evidence." shouma adds.
meanwhile, you continue chopping the veggies calmly. perhaps too calmly. while the kids kept adding more on how their papa is a cheater and how it's injustice to you.
⟡ ── local girl ruining her own relationship | BLUE LOCK
for @imsolazy123 ;) you'll like this fic as much as me if you love getting on men's nerves.
ITOSHI SAE !
sae knows you're bored when you decide to window shop online. still, he sits beside you as you show him whatever you find interesting.
"sae, look at this," you find a decent looking shirt, "you'll finally look handsome in this."
finally. you said finally to this gorgeous man— nevermind he kinda aesthetically challenged.
"sae, don't wear oversized. you'll look smaller."
smaller. that means you literally called him small.
sae takes the phone out of your hands, before you can protest, he gets up, not letting you have your phone back.
"go do something productive. boredom reduces your iq to that of a fish."
while you sit back. and you look at him, humming as you analyze, "sae, you really are...y'know?"
"listen here, you annoying—"
you've successfully ragebaited him.
ITOSHI RIN !
cozy day. it's time you and rin play video games together.
it's no doubt you're decent at the game, considering you winning over rin a fair amount of times. but then when the two of you are on the same team, it's a mess.
"y/n, move."
"i am, i am," you say. and then your character starts emoting.
"y/n, what are you doing?"
"dancy dance."
his team loses, thanks to your majesty. rin turns to you, glaring. and you innocently smile, asking to play once more. once again, cause of you, he loses.
"why the fuck didn't you move?"
"i was testing if my boyfriend would come and save me," you sigh dramatically, "he didn't."
"y/n."
"oh god forbid a girl wants to romantic while playing games with her boyfriend."
rin groans, running his hand through his hair, "never teamming up with this dumb girl again."
ISAGI YOICHI !
honestly, this boy can never be annoyed at you.
and then you bring up kaisagi (<3)
"you know, you kinda look good together—"
"no. y/n. we're not doing this."
you wanna laugh. not yet, you gotta hold it in. you go as far as showing a ship edit to him.
"the way you both gaze at each other," you say in such sweet tone, as if the two guys aren't at each other's throats.
"y/n," he calls in a stern voice, "look at me."
"...no."
"y/n," he holds your face, making you look at him, "you ever associate me with that clown, and it won't be cute yeah?"
yep. successfully ragebaited. and later that day, you irritated him by humming and singing that song used for the kaisagi ship edit.
MICHAEL KAISER !
this man has never looked ugly. his entire brand is being majestic.
which you don't seem to respect.
poor boy was just eating cereal with water(yes, because he hates milk. don't judge him), that's when you take a picture of him.
"cute!" you laugh, looking at the picture.
michael smirks, leaning in, "let me see—" he pauses, his smile drops. you applied a damn filter. and him eating the cereal just makes him look like a—
"hamster! so cute."
"y/n, delete."
"oh no no no, this is treasure!" you quickly save it. and michael sees the folder.
my aesthetically challenged majestic boyfriend💕
"y/n," he puts the spoon down, "what the fuck is that?"
"exactly 43 images of you," you say nonchalantly.
"y/n," he calls again, "i look horrible."
"...yeah?" you hold back your smile as you look at him. his eye twitches and you're fast enough to take another picture of him, "44 now."
you did a mistake. a horrible one. now your ugliest picture is his lock screen.
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