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to the moon & back — iii. girlfriend

alhaitham x gn!reader

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CW — reader being heartbroken, angst to comfort

"He likes her, he definitely likes her."

"No, he's doing this because he's just nice."

"He's literally going on a date with her today."

The inside of your mind was having an internal war arguing about whether or not Alhaitham did like Nilou back.  You really didn't have to worry about this and yet, you've been overthinking. Your thoughts were so intense that it disturbed you with your concentration in class.

Once class was over, you immediately met up with Kaveh to hang out in his dorm.

"I don't get why you're suddenly hanging outnwith me again. You usually hang out with Alhaitham all the time." He emphasises on the words whilst walking with you.

"Yeah... But he's busy going in a date right now."

Kaveh looks at you with concern. "I see. Well, would it make you feel better if—"

"What if we spy on them?" You cut Kaveh off, leaving him shocked.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I completely trust Nilou, of course. But what if something happens?"

"Y/N, you're going too far with this. The two are definitely just hanging out."

Something inside of you said it wasn't that. However, you decided to take Kaveh's word and stay with him.

So here you were now, cuddling with Kaveh as both of you were gossiping about people in school. The two of you were interrupted when you heard the door open revealing Alhaitham, smiling slightly.

"Why are you smiling? That's creepy." Kaveh asks.

"Nilou asked me if she can be my girlfriend."

Kaveh could feel your figure shaking from anxiety. "What did you do?” You ask.

"I agreed.

That was it. That was your breaking point and Kaveh knew it. "Congrats but we were in the middle of something before you barged in."

"Alright, my apologies. I'll go retire for the night."

And with that, he went inside his room. Tears slowly fell down your eyes as Kaveh rubs circles on your back. "There, there. Let's go to my room and talk there instead, alright?"

You nodded as you followed him.

Once you sat down, you let out the sadness you've been holding over the years. Fortunately, Kaveh's walls were soundproof.

"I-if I'm being *hic* honest, I've been i-in denial for y-years. I d-don't get why I like him! He's arrogant and *hic* cold!" Your sobs made Kaveh realise, you were really into Alhaitham. Just when he thought he had a chance, this new information comes to punch him in the gut.

"Oh, Y/N. I know it hurts. But you'll have to let him go. You're gonna do well without that crush on him. You have have us, your friends. You have me."

You cry harder as you buried your face into his chest. He had nothing more to say but to just be there for you.

Cause after all, that's what a good friend would do.

You, Alhaitham and Kaveh were playing in front of Alhaitham's grandmother's house.

The sun was high up in the sky and the wind was blowing through your figures.

"Hey Y/N, who would you wanna marry in the future?" Kaveh asks, showing you his toothy grin.

"Huh?"

"Idiot, that's a stupid question!"

"What does 'marry' mean?" You ask, making the two other children look at you in disbelief.

"When two adults stay together forever!"

"Ewww I don't want to stay forever with any of you!" You stick your tongue out as you ran away.

"Y/N! Wait for us!" Alhaitham and Kaveh chases you down until you halt on a hill.

"No! I don't want to get stuck with you both forever!"

"That's not what Kaveh meant!"

The three of you were bow sat on the trunk of the hill, breathing heavily from the distance you three ran.

"I'll just make it easier! Who do you like the most? That will just say who you want to marry."

You were clearly confused with the questions. However, you've thought of it for a second and you've come to the conclusion.

"I choose Alhaitham."

The two were shocked, of course.

"Him?! You are mean!"

"Kaveh, don't shout you'll make them cry." Alhaitham then turns towards you and said, “Go on, continue.”

“I choose you cause you make amazing pita pockets! I would choose Kaveh as well because he taught me how to draw the moon but I love pita pockets!”

Kaveh could still remember that memory from his childhood. It was just ironic how even now, you’d still choose Alhaitham over him.

He looks down to see you sleeping softly in his arms after crying for an hour straight. He felt horrible. As much as he liked you, it hurts seeing Alhaitham having the opposite feelings for you.

sypnosis ; as best friends, it was your duty to support alhaitham no matter what. however, when he starts dating your roommate, things change.

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COOKIE JAR!

when a new bakery opens up in your small town, both its indescribable pastries and michael kaiser, the ridiculously attractive patissier, become the talk of the town. you love chowing down on a little treat yourself, worn out from your responsibilities, although that comes at the cost of bravely fending off a certain lovestruck pastry chef…

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): patissier au

Life was all about balance. This was a lesson you learned very quickly once you entered the working world, the world of functional adults, the world of corporatism and responsibilities. You never had any real qualms with your job: it paid well, your work was never too much, and your coworkers were all pleasant.

But even then, it still meant that every night you clocked out of your office to go home, fatigue clung to your body in the same incessant way the bitter aftertaste of coffee clung to your mouth in the morning.

Life was truly about the silver lining. The details. The finer things in life. It was the reason why you focused so much on treating yourself for even the smallest things. In the great scheme of the universe and the inevitable march of time, the only thing that truly ever mattered was the joy you could wring out from your drab life.

And that was where Patisserie Munchen stepped into your life.

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this is canon in my head

miss arashi narukami🙏🙏🙏

CUTIE

ニキくんすよ！

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“—No thank you.” How many has it been since then? “I'm not interested.” Rejection after rejection.

You could only stare as Rin turned down another box of chocolates one of the girls prepared for him on this specific day. You watched as the expression on the girls face turned sour, nose scrunching, and forced a quivering smile out of her.

“Ah, I see.” You watched as she walked away in a solemn manner. Yeah, you watched.

That's what you've been doing all day. You watched as your best friend rejected every person that dared to offer him anything on Valentines, and each time you see another one approaching—it strikes fear within your heart.

Because you knew, had you not decided to be a wuss and hide the love letter in your bag earlier that morning—you'd probably be the one in their shoes. Rin gestured for you to follow him after a few seconds of standing in the middle of the hallways, and you reluctantly followed, a bit tired now that you've finally reached the end of the day.

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Are you tired?” Rin asked, staring while you stretched your back. You hummed, before chuckling, “A bit, I got pushed around by your fans a lot. But it was worth it, seeing them all fawn over you was hilarious.” You joked.

It was true though, no matter how painful their harsh pushes past you were—seeing them fight over one guy was funny to watch. Even if that one guy was the person you were currently unrequited with. Rin stayed quiet, one hand reaching over to unzip his bag and rummaged through it.

You stared in anticipation, not sure as to what he was looking for. “Here.” To your surprise, Rin held a box of chocolates in front of you. Your eyes widened, wondering where and when he got the chocolates, “It's from one of the people who gave it to me, I'm not sure who, I forgot.” You being the tired person you were, thought nothing of it and instead slowly held the end of the box while his fingers tightly gripped onto the other one.

“I don't really like chocolate, they taste like wax.” He murmured quietly, a small stitch to his eyebrows already said a lot about what he felt. “They're lukewarm, right?” You playfully teased, and Rin unsurprisingly nodded his head in agreement.

“Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then.” You hummed, usually the two of you go home together, so why is he in a rush now? “Aren't we gonna go home together?” You asked way too quickly, not even considering that fact that he must be tired after being the star of the whole school earlier.

“Sorry, that sounded desperate...” Your apology was immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Rin lightly shook his head, “It's fine. I'm just... Tired. Bye.” You rose a brow, he said bye a little too quickly just now. Just what is going on in his head?

Rin slowly began to walk away while you looked back down at the crimson box in your hands, lightly staring at it before it hit you.

“Wait. You never accepted any of their chocolates.” Rin paused, almost like he'd been caught. Your eyes widened, a blush immediately creeping up your cheeks when you finally realized.

“You bought me these?!” You yelled, a little too loudly. You covered your mouth and whispered a small apology to nobody in particular. Rin did not dare to turn around, instead he gave you a small wave, “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said, before continuing to walk—just a little bit faster this time.

You smiled widely and ran to his side, not letting him escape when he'd just done the sweetest thing anyone has ever did for you. “That is so sweet of you.” You lightly nudged his side. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” Rin stayed quiet, too busy staring at the gate ahead of him, before he sighed when the silence that followed was too unbearable.

“... You're welcome.”

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bf texts with rin !

character/s: rin

warnings/notes: this is the first smau i'm posting so pls be nice >:(((

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PICKY PICKY!

synopsis: icks they do

characters included: isagi, bachira, nagi, kunigami, chigiri, igaguri, raichi, gagamaru, reo, naruhaya, shidou, rin, sae, niko, barou, nanase, imamura

warnings: none? i think lol

a/n: this was all in good fun lol and smth ive had in my drafts for awhile. also inspired by tiktoks and conversations i've had with isys 🥸 anyways #keep men humble all 2021

isagi: he hits the woah at parties bro. it’s the only dance move he knows how to do and the worst part is, it's not even done well cause he’s never on beat. please do him, and everyone else, a solid and teach isagi how to dance. please.

bachira: when he drinks gatorade, he gets the lil juice mustache stain and doesn’t notice so he just walks around like that for hours. also, i feel like he goes shopping with his mom so, imagining him going out of a fitting room and doing a spin to show his mom his outfit is so funny to me dkdkdkdm

nagi: he only ever orders chicken tenders and fries at restaurants. your waiter always gives you a look because they’re so bewildered that a 6’2, second year in high school, is still ordering off the kids menu. omg, and nagi gets pissy when the place doesn't offer them. first of all, you're at olive garden what did you expect, you bozo

reo: ok there’s no real reasoning for this one but i seriously feel like reo’s the kind of boy to try to sing or rap to songs when it’s so obvious he doesn’t know any of the words please djdkdkdk. nagi always calls him out, and he gets so pissy and is always like “i do know this song shut up 😒” (no he doesn't, he's lying!!!!)

raichi: posts “depressed” bart simpson edits on his "boys only😈‼️💥" priv story when you guys are in a fight. the fact that he has a boys only priv is an ick in itself, but the fact that he genuinely thinks that the edits are deep is what really does it in. (nagi swipes up w “keep up your head up king 🤕” to mess with him 😭😭)

chigiri: ok this one isn’t technically his fault, but it’s still funny to imagine his hairdresser spinning him around in the chair after a haircut and chigiri just has to sit there looking like this 😐 the whole time fjidkrkkds. chigiri just wants to pay and go, please dndkdkemd

kunigami: i really feel like his mom is the kind of person to be like “try this on!” and makes him fit clothes in the middle of the store while he stands there awkwardly and everyone just looks at them weird rjdkkrk. if you ever happen to bump into him during this, he will be mortified. he knows how to use a fitting room, he swears!!!!

gagamaru: he wears flip flops and you can see his toes hang out over the shoes, which gagamaru truly sees no problem with. put the dogs away bro, i promise no one wants to see them 😕

rin: when he goes to the pool he goes all out. he wears a swim cap, those goggles that cover his nose, swim shoes, and one of those one piece swimsuits that cover his whole body. rin has no idea why you giggle every time you go to the pool together. it’s cause you look like you’re about to partake in a deep sea expedition rin rin 🤕

niko: does not know how to take a compliment AT ALL FNJDKDKD. before you guys were dating, you tried to shoot your shot and call him cute, to which he responded with "thank you." but it was so monotone and kind of hostile, that you thought he was MAD😭 so you were like ??? okay damn my bad bro 😐 but the thing is, niko wasn't mad. he was just rly nervous bc he's had a crush on you for a while. but still, a smile wouldn't have killed him. anyways, niko's so confused when you don't talk to him for another week bc you're convinced he hates you LOL

nanase: you guys ever see that one episode of icarly where carly goes to griffin’s room and it’s a bunch of peewee babies in there? yeah, that’s what happening here except his entire room is themed like the cars franchise. hard to kiss your boyfriend when lightning mcqueen is staring you dead in the face.

igaguri: y'all cannot tell me he wouldn't be the cousin that falls down on the trampoline and can't get back up because everyone's jumping 😭😭😭 and he just keeps trying but he just can't get back up and it's so sad to look at djdkdkemdkdkd

naruhaya: bye when he gets that little patch of facial hair for the first time, he refuses to shave it off because he thinks it makes him look "mature." like no baby, you look like you have dirt on your face, SHAVE IT OFF

barou: first time he came over to your house, he started cleaning YOUR room. didn't even tell you anything like, "hey what's this picture on the wall of?" or "your bed sheets are a nice color." he just asked you where your broom was and started sweeping like WHAT THE HELL 😭

imamura: you asked him what time he was born for astrology purposes and he already knew. like he didn't even have to ask his mom or anything 😕 he's done this before, he’s for the streets, i can’t breathe y'all!!!!!

sae: omfgg once, sae was arguing with rin and sae got so mad he started breathing in and out really heavily with his fist clenched like people do in movies 💀💀 it was so hard to not laugh and make him more mad but like rhiddkrnrjdk omg you didn't know people did that irl💀

shidou: noooo he comments on kylie jenners and ig models pics with stuff with heart eyes and compliments nfidkfjdidkr dudeee she doesn’t know you give it up 😭😭😭

-;, your place ; reo mikage > in which, you’re kind of sick of everyone but him.

you don’t think you’re built for parties.

the music is far too loud. the people are unfriendly and cliquey. the air is thick and humid with conversation and meaningless chatter. and there’s one thing that really, really makes you hate parties: your stupid, extrovert boyfriend.

mikage reo, who is probably too social for his own good, sits in the living room of his house. there’s a flock of people surrounding him, all seemingly invested in whatever story he’s telling.

you’ve gone to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you, squeezing through the crowd to the smaller space. you could still see reo from where you stood, though, and you took a moment to admire him: the way the dim lighting still made him glow like a star, and the way a grin splits his pretty, pretty face whenever someone says something funny.

you lean against the kitchen counter, suddenly feeling very small. the lights that make your boyfriend glow make you feel exposed, and the jokes and conversations of the partygoers around you feel like stones being hurled.

you think you’re frowning now but you’re too overwhelmed to tell, and the music must be getting louder because your head pounds. and then you catch sight of reo again as he turns his head to someone seated next to him- where you were sitting- a pretty girl with perfectly curled hair and a honeyed pout that makes you sick.

the waves of people surge and buzz around you as you see him returning her smile. you’re too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice how it’s a tight, polite expression, out of obligation rather than anything else. but it’s enough for you.

the room is so stuffy that you think you might pass out, the air is sucked out of you, and you’ve got to go or you’re sure that you’ll throw up. leaving the two cups on the counter, you brush past the crowds and cliques and make your way to the master bedroom. you’re familiar with the place- it’s reo’s apartment. it might as well be your own.

a couple is pressed against the wall of his bedroom, where they definitely are not supposed to be. they make a face at you as you raise your tired eyebrows at them, and they scurry away as if you’re the one in the wrong. they close the door behind them and it’s finally quiet again. a breath of air floods your lungs and you can finally feel it all- how your heartbeat was racing, how your palms were sweating, how your head was spinning- you felt nauseous.

yeah, parties definitely weren’t your scene.

as you catch your breath, taking a seat on reo’s overpriced bed, a nasty thought enters your head: that girl was probably better for him than you were.

the music pulsed through the walls and you blink, contemplating this idea. she was radiant, like him, she was smiley and sunny and she could actually hold her own at parties. your headache gets worse and you wish you’d brought your drink with you.

you could almost laugh at how pathetic you feel, in that very moment: you’re sitting alone at your boyfriend’s party, while he’s surrounded by people who aren’t you. it takes everything in you to not scream into his pillow.

you’re still spiraling just a little when the bedroom door creaks open. a familiar face appears, and the door clicks shut behind him. before you can say a word, reo is already sitting close to you, his hand warm against your back.

he’s so close that you can feel the dip in the mattress beneath his weight, and you allow yourself to fall into him. effortlessly, gently, he pulls you close to his chest. you feel the way he breathes and you feel the vibrations of his voice.

“hey, what’s wrong? you can talk to me, you’re okay,” you think you can discern. he says more but it’s lost on you, and you just stare dumbly. his arms wrap around your waist and they’re so warm. your head finds its way to the crook of his neck and his fingers card through your hair.

“did something happen? what happened?” reo tries again, and suddenly you’re even sicker because you can feel the concerned gaze that he burns into you, and you can practically see his furrowed brows and the worry painted on his features. and now you’re even more convinced that you don’t deserve him.

because nothing had happened. you were just being lame and pathetic, and you were ruining his night because of it, too. you exhale and untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s hold, scooting away on his bed. you try not to pay attention to the hurt look on his face.

"it's all fine," you mumble, "i'm sorry."

reo stands up so he's next to you, and he takes your hands in his. "why are you sorry? you didn't do anything, okay? you're okay. just tell me what's bothering you, yeah?"

it's times like this you hate how utterly persuasive reo can be, because before you know it you're sitting down again, back flush against his as he rubs soothing circles onto your arm. he holds you tight, and his pulse reverberates against your ribs.

you'd like to try to protest again, but you're pretty sure he'd just find another way to get you down again. and you would try to bite your tongue, but something about how gently he has you makes you fold.

"i'm sorry," you're apologizing again, and reo moves to say something but you keep going, "i didn't mean to be all.. gross and emo. i just felt so, like, cramped, and i really, really didn't feel great- and it's not your fault, but that girl you were sitting with, and i dunno, i felt like.. yeah."

you fiddle with your hands and refuse to meet reo's gaze, feeling even smaller and even lamer, if that was possible. but then his hands are on your chin and he tips your face toward his.

reo's eyes are one of your favorite things about him, and you can see them so clearly now. the world falls silent, save for the dull thumping and quieted chatter of people on the other side of the bedroom door and your hushed breathing. you think you'll forever be enamoured and astounded by just how much he can convey through his eyes. right now, you can see it plainly- the unadulterated love that shines like diamond behind his gaze.

"i thought i already told you, baby, you've got nothing to be sorry for." and just like that, you're breathless again, but for a different reason.

"i'm sorry i didn't notice you weren't feeling the best," he continues, fingers running across and your jaws and traveling to your cheeks as if trying to erase the exhaustion from your skin. "you're so much more important to me than some party, yeah? i wish you'd just come to me."

he hums contemplatively as he continues to trail his hands across your face. the way he touches your skin- like it's made of glass, so fragile that it might break- makes you feel like the most special person alive. and, you think, to reo that might be true.

"we should leave," he suddenly suggests, "your place?"

you blink. "this is your party."

"so?"

"you can't just, like.. leave."

and then he smiles at you in that stupid, stupid way he does, and it's like the ceiling has folded open to reveal the stars shining down on you. "watch me."

and he's pulling you up off the bed, and rushing you through the swaths of people. you hear a few calling out reo's name but if he also notices, he pays them no mind. before you know it, the both of you are in his car, laughing and out of breath.

"oh my god," you manage to get out, "you actually hit the guy."

"it was an accident!"

"he's gonna wake up all bruised and sad, and it'll be all your fault."

reo shrugs and cracks a sly smile. "his fault for being in my way."

you thump him on the shoulder and he laughs as you bite back your smile. "seriously. and are you sure it'll be fine if you leave? what if they blow up your apartment or something?"

"don't worry, babe. isagi and nagi and everyone's still there, they'll deal with it. and barou."

"barou's there? that's all you needed to say."

"yeah, nothing's getting fucked up on his watch."

"except for you when he finds out you left him to deal with your shit."

reo gives you a look. "i could take barou."

"i'm sure you could, babe."

"like you have room to talk, ms. 'gross and emo.'"

"...that was a low blow."

"i'm sure it was, babe," reo mimics your previous wording, eliciting a string of giggles from you. your boyfriend's gaze never leaves you as you laugh.

the exhaustion and anxiety clinging to your skin had dried up like a summer stream. a familiar lightness follows you now, one reo would do anything to see, always and forever.

because you might not be built for parties, but you were definitely, absolutely made for him. that much, he was sure of.

(later, you ask about the girl again. reo blinks- he has no idea who you're talking about. maybe you were pathetic and emo.)