#giffing this? like pulling teeth lmao

[possession1981]

KAI Rover / 230319

[slut4thebroken]

Chapter two: Helping Hand

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Pairing | Arkham Knight/Jason Todd × Bruce's daughter!reader

Summary | You can’t stop thinking about what might’ve happened to him, so he helps you take your mind off it.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, angst, smut, unprotected sex, breeding, oral (fem receiving), kissing, thoughts about torture and sexual abuse, vomit, crying fluff, Jay is a sweetheart and I love him

Words | 4.9 k

Notes | Three things: 1. I don’t have much practice writing emotional smut so I’m sorry if it’s not very good😣 2. I’m pretty sure the Robin suit was bulletproof and that’s why he didn’t die… but we’re just gonna ignore that when his scars are mentioned lol 3. I could not for the life of me find a gif of AK!Jason’s face that was wide and not super tall so enjoy this one instead lmao

Ao3 link | <3

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Chapter one

You stood, frozen, a few feet from the door. After a moment, you snapped out of it, now very determined to escape. 

You maneuvered your legs through your arms until they were in front of you. Unsurprisingly, the knots are good. Jason’s always been good at them, in and out of the bedroom. You pulled on it with your teeth, trying to loosen it. When it didn’t work, you stopped, thinking of another way. 

You’ve seen your father do this only once, but he’s done it a few times before so how hard could it be?… You tried to remember how he positioned his hands, then took a deep breath. After a few seconds of trying to make yourself do it, you scoffed- questioning why you would even try it in the first place. 

“Nope- no. I can’t break my fucking thumb.” Instead, you found a knife in the kitchen and slowly started working it through the rope. It took way too long until it finally grew loose and fell to the floor, but once it did, you searched for a way out or a way to contact your father. After being unsuccessful, you sighed and sat on the couch. 

The door being slammed shut made you bolt up- you must’ve fallen asleep. Jason walked straight into his room, not even looking at you. 

“You have to let me contact him.” You said after he walked back out, now without his helmet. 

“No.” 

“You can’t just keep me here forever.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Don't tempt me, princess.”

“Jason, I’m serious.” He sighed and finally looked at you. 

“I don’t plan to. But until this is done, you’re staying here.” 

“What is this?” When he didn’t respond, you huffed. Then, “Does he know it’s you?” That made him freeze again. 

“He should, since he’s the world’s greatest detective, but we’ve long since learned he doesn’t live up to that title.” Good. If he knows it’s Jason then he probably won’t be as worried about you. 

“I need to let him know I’m okay so he can-“ You were about to say, so he can focus on stopping you and not on finding me. 

“So he can, what?” His voice made you stiffen- you've never heard him sound so menacing before. 

“N-nothing.” You said quietly, averting your gaze. You already knew he was giving you the “you better tell me right fucking now” look so you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going to kill him?” You asked quietly, scared of his answer. 

“Not yet. He needs to suffer more first, then I’ll kill him.” You stared at him in shock and this time he was the one to avert his gaze. 

“Jason, please. This is my dad we’re talking about. I don’t have anyone else.” 

“You have me.” He said quietly, making you frown. 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat and looked at you again. 

“He deserves to die. You moved on from me so easily, I’m sure you can do the same for him.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“I saw you.” 

“What?” 

“With Dick. I saw you.” He gritted, making you stiffen. 

“Whatever you think you saw, Jason, it wasn’t like that.” Your stomach twisted knowing that someone else other than Dick knew about that night. 

“Really? Because it seemed pretty clear that he was fucking you.” He said bitterly. You swallowed thickly and looked at your lap, remembering what had happened that night. 

It’s been a little over a year since you lost him. Dick was staying the night at the manor before heading back to Blüdhaven in the morning, that’s the only reason you even had this opportunity. He opened the door, hair messy, sweatpants low on his hips, and immediately invited you in when he saw your current state. 

“I- I can’t… Dick, I can’t anymore, it- it hurts so much. I don’t want it to hurt anymore, please.” You whimpered. His hand cupped your cheek, wiping your tears. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly, gaze trailing over your face. 

“Make me forget. Please, I just need to not think about it for a little bit.” You whispered, tentatively placing your hands on his chest. 

“Are you sure?” Instead of answering, you placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was frozen for a beat before reciprocating. Never breaking the kiss, he walked you toward his bed and gently laid you down, then crawled over you. The rest of the night was filled with soft moans, whimpers of his name, and you forcing your thoughts back to him every time they wandered. 

Afterwards, he laid next to you, both of you panting and staring at the ceiling. Without his touch, all of the thoughts came back full force and you recoiled away from him as you jolted up. You couldn’t even formulate a sentence but he seemed to understand when you gathered your pajamas and hurried back to your room. 

You felt sick to your stomach. You used your best friend to forget about your dead boyfriend- his brother. The rest of the night was filled with quiet sobs and silent apologies to Jason. 

“I know you won’t believe me, but it really wasn’t like that, Jay.” 

“I mean, I always figured you’d eventually move on to Dick. I didn’t think I’d have to die for that to happen though.” He scoffed bitterly. 

“That’s not what happened.” You said quietly, feeling nausea start to build in your stomach at the thought of you being the cause of some of his pain. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. 

“What, now you’re gonna cry? You’re a big girl, you made the decision to use my own brother as a fucking rebound, so deal with it.” He spat and you let out a quiet sob as you turned to face the other side of the room. He was right… After doing what you thought was going to make you feel better, you only felt worse. Now instead of thoughts of his death and the torture he might’ve endured, it was also about how you betrayed him. You could have picked anyone else on the planet, but you chose Dick. The person Jason felt has always gotten everything and more. The only person he was ever worried you would leave him for. 

“How long did you wait, huh?” His voice was much closer now and then you felt a hand in your hair, painfully pulling you to face him. 

“Or did this start before I was kidnapped?” He sneered. 

“No! No, it- it only happened once.” You sobbed, wishing you could turn your head away from him. “I thought… I thought he could help me.” 

“Help you?” He scoffed. 

“Yes! Because the love of my life was fucking murdered and for over a year, every single time I fell asleep or let my thoughts wander, my stupid fucking brain would make up things that might’ve happened to you since my dad didn’t let me see the video. So I was hoping that for just one fucking night, I wouldn’t have to think about that.” You yelled, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grip on your hair grew slack until his hand fell to his side. 

“And did he?” He asked quietly. 

“No.” A heavy silence filled the room and you looked down at your lap again. “I’m sorry, Jason.” You whispered. He sighed and started walking away. “You’re still mad at me?” The venom in your voice poorly masked your sadness. 

“No I’m not fucking mad at you! How can I be after that shit?” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. 

“It’s okay if you are.” You said softly, despite the fact that your chest ached at the thought. “Just don’t be mad at Dick, it wasn’t his fault.” He let out another heavy sigh and walked back over, sitting on the right side of the couch, as far away from you as possible. You stared at the scar on his face, feeling bile rise in your throat as you imagined him screaming and crying. Or maybe by then he had been so tired- so broken, that he couldn’t even scream. Clenching your jaw as your eyes started to burn again, you wished that Joker was still alive so you could kill him yourself.  

“Hey,”

“Huh?” You asked, moving your gaze to his eyes. Clearing your throat and willing the tears to disappear, you forced yourself to pay attention- to not let your thoughts wander again. 

“I asked if you’re okay.” 

“Oh. Yeah- sorry.” You lied, gaze straying back to the scar. How many other scars does he have now? Your eyes moved down to his body, imagining all of the places he could be permanently marred. 

“I’d make a joke about you undressing me with your eyes but you actually look like you’re about to start crying.” He chuckled dryly, making you look up at him again. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to look at the ground. 

A lot could’ve happened in over a year. So some of your made up scenarios are probably true. Was it only Joker or were there others? Did they only torture him physically and emotionally? Or did they torture him... sexually too? 

You could barely even finish the thought before bile was quickly rising up your throat, making you run to the bathroom. This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten so nauseous thinking about what happened to him that you actually threw up. You slammed the door shut, not wanting him to see you like this, and once you finished throwing up you just sat on the floor and cried. You felt so fucking weak. And he probably needed you to be the strong one right now so you can help him with what he’s going through. 

A hand on your knee made you jump. Jason was sitting next to you, offering you a glass of water that you gratefully took to swish in your mouth and spit back out into the toilet before closing the lid and flushing it. 

“I’m sorry.” You croaked, not able to look at him. 

“If I knew it was going to be this hard on you I would’ve stayed away. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He pulled you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest as you tried to calm down. 

“What happened to you?” You whispered and he stiffened. 

“Baby, I don’t really think it’s the best idea for me to tell you. Just try not to think about it, okay?” 

“I can’t.” You whimpered. 

“How about I help you?” 

“How?” He didn’t respond. Instead, he helped you stand, got out an extra toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, then handed it to you. You took it and tiredly brushed your teeth, watching through the mirror as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your head as he waited. You leaned back into his body and let your eyes fall closed, focusing on his chest moving with each breath and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your side. 

When you finished, he picked you up bridal style, making you release a startled giggle, and carried you into his bedroom. He gently set you on the bed, then started removing his tactile gear. You eyed him curiously until he was in just an undershirt and underwear. When he laid down next to you on his side, you mirrored the position. 

“However you want me to help, I will. Whatever you want. We can just lay here and talk to get your mind off it or I can help you another way.” He said softly, bringing a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, then cup your cheek. 

“I need you, Jay.” You whispered, eyes fluttering down to his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He rasped. 

“Please.” That was all it took for him to slowly move forward and press his lips to yours. The kiss was tentative, experimental, but quickly deepened. His hand moved to the back of your neck to hold you against him as you moved yours to fist his shirt, pulling him closer. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you on top of him, his freehand rubbing up and down your back in soothing motions. 

“I missed you so much, baby.” He whispered against your lips, making you whine. When his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, you pulled back and ripped it over your head, then continued the kiss. Warm hands snaked up your back until he met your bra, effortlessly unclasping it and sliding it off your arms to the growing pile on the floor. You moved your hand to his cheek, gasping when you felt the raised skin. 

“I- I’m sorry. I forgot and it startled me.” You said nervously, worried you had upset him. 

“Don’t be sorry, princess.” You could tell he was being genuine. Leaning down slowly, you pressed a tentative kiss to the marred skin, watching his cheeks turn pink. 

“C’mere.” He mumbled, pulling you into another kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you too. So much, Jay.” His smile was infectious and soon enough you were both sporting lovesick grins. He swiftly rolled both of you over, never breaking the kiss, and settled between your legs. Your hands made their way to his hair as he started trailing kisses down your neck, sometimes stopping to leave a mark. He quickly reached your chest and took your nipple into his mouth, groaning against you as his fingers stimulated the other one. When he was satisfied, he moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment. 

You did your best to just focus on the feel of him and not let your thoughts wander. But even though he was right here in your arms, you still had trouble believing this was real. 

“Am- am I…” He pulled up to look at you and you brought your hands down to his cheeks. “I’m so scared this is just another dream.” You whispered, gaze rapidly moving over his face, trying to re-memorize it just in case.  

“I’m real, baby. It’s really me.” He said softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. Slowly leaning down, you felt his breath fan your lips for only a second before he was kissing you. Your grip tightened on his face, scared that if you let go, he’d disappear. After a moment, you pulled back, gasping and panting, keeping him close to you. Opening your eyes to find him already looking at you, you nodded, giving him permission to keep going. 

Jason continued his path down your chest and stomach until he reached your pants. He slowly dragged them down your legs, teasing you, and you tugged on his hair, expressing your impatience. He just chuckled and finished pulling them off, then placed his hands on your hips, tracing the fabric of your underwear with his thumbs. 

“I’ve always loved these. My second favorite pair.” He said quietly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Your hips bucked subconsciously and he looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“Have you forgotten your manners?” He said with a smirk, making you blush. 

“…Please.” You muttered, embarrassed. When he didn’t move, you let out a needy whine. “Jay, please.” You pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. 

“How can I say no to that face?” He cooed, pulling your underwear off, then parting your legs and settling between them. When he licked his lips and let out a low groan, even your ears grew warm with a blush. 

“So fuckin pretty.” He said under his breath, moving onto his stomach. “Perfect.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and you lightly tugged on his hair again. 

“Jay, stop teasing.” You frowned. 

“I’ve waited years for this. I’m taking my fucking time.” He growled. Despite his words, he slid his arms under your legs to pull you into him and immediately dove in, licking a slow stripe up your folds. 

“O- oh… Jay,” You said breathlessly, hips flinching when he let out a loud moan. Like a man starved, once he got a taste, he grew even more eager. He lapped up your arousal as he fucked his tongue inside of you, but when he moved up and sucked your clit into his mouth, you let out a strangled moan, pulling him against you by his hair. 

“Fuck! Oh my god… Jason,” You whimpered, unable to control the way your hips were rutting against his face. It felt as good as you remembered, maybe even better, and when a finger easily slid inside your drooling hole, all of your thoughts just completely vanished. 

“How’s that feel, princess?” He grumbled against your clit, making your hips buck toward the low vibrations. 

“Good- so fucking good, Jay.” You whined breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.” He inserted another finger, making your grip tighten in his hair as you threw your head back with a loud moan. The coil in your belly was so fucking tight and you prayed that because this was the first time in a while, he wouldn’t want to draw it out. 

“Close-“ You gasped out, tilting your head back up to look at him. His eyes were closed and brows furrowed as he repeatedly sucked your clit into his mouth, never stopping the motions of his fingers. 

“Come for me, baby. Please.” He all but moaned as his eyes flickered up to you. You held him tight against you as your hips maintained a steady rocking against his face. “C’mon I know you can. Let me taste you- I need it, sweetheart. Please.” How could you say no to that? He only had to suck your clit into his mouth once more before you were falling over the edge, feeling your entire body tremble beneath him. You sobbed out a moan, feeling so overwhelmed with emotions and feelings and him. But you never wanted to stop. You wanted to live in this moment with him forever, just feeling close to him and nothing else. 

As you came down from your orgasm and grew sensitive, you knew he wouldn’t stop, so you pulled on his hair, trying to remove his mouth from your overstimulated clit. 

“Jay- Jay, baby, please.” You gasped out, hips twitching in a useless attempt to escape the overstimulation. He reluctantly pulled back and you watched with half lidded eyes as he removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them. You whimpered at the erotic sight. 

“I hope you know that now that I have a taste for it again, I’m gonna have my mouth on that cunt at least once a day.” He smirked, making your cheeks flush. 

“You’re so crude.” 

“No,” He scoffed, “you’re just easily flustered. Now. Speaking of getting a taste for things again, if I don’t get my cock in you right now, I’m gonna explode.” He said as he moved up your body until he was leaning over you. You smiled, trailing your hands down his back and grabbing the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, but it quickly faded as you got a glimpse of his torso. Your eyes started burning as you examined all of the scars, ranging from knife wounds to a bullet hole. 

Two fingers grabbed your chin and tilted your head up as he lowered his body until his chest was pressed to yours so you couldn’t see. But the damage was already done. 

“Hey,” He said softly, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Just focus on me and the moment. That’s all that matters, okay? Just us, nothing else.”

“I know… I’m sorry. I feel so stupid getting this upset about it when I’m not even the one who experienced it.” You let out a dry laugh, looking to the side. You really did feel stupid because of this and you hated it. It’s not like you. 

“That’s not stupid. If someone did even a quarter of the stuff to you that he did to me, I would kill them in a heartbeat- Actually not a heartbeat. I’d cut off all their limbs and then just let them bleed out to really make them suffer.” You looked at him again and couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips turned up. “The point is, I would feel the same way. I’d probably also cry if I thought about it too much. So no, it’s not stupid.” 

“I just- I feel so weak. And you probably need me to be strong right now after what you went through.” 

“I’ve made my peace with it… Mostly. And I didn’t come back because I needed you to be strong for me, I came back because without you, I don’t have anything. Being away from you was probably the worst part- and I know it was selfish of me to force myself back into your life and open old wounds but when have you ever known me to be selfless?” He chuckled lightly and you scoffed at his words. 

“You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever met.” 

“That’s debatable. Point is, I just need you. Nothing else.” You gave him a small smile and snaked your hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When you almost immediately pulled away, he tried to chase your lips, making you chuckle breathlessly. 

“I love you, Jason Todd. More than anything.” The smile he gave you made your stomach flutter and your chest ache- you missed that smile so damn much. “Enough cheesy stuff. If you don’t put your cock in me right now I’m going to explode.” He barked out a laugh which just made your stomach flutter and chest ache even more. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He said sarcastically, quickly throwing off his underwear and climbing back over you. The blunt head of his cock brushed your opening and you took in a sharp breath, waiting eagerly. He dragged the tip through your folds, coating it in your arousal and his spit, and you let out a low whine as you squirmed. 

“Please?” You pouted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips. He didn’t respond. Instead, he applied more pressure until the head of his cock breached your hole, making your breath hitch. His brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan and he let his head hang down. 

“Jesus- fuck. Squeezing me so fuckin tight, baby, I’m not gonna last.” He said through a moan. To be fair, you didn't expect him to. You don’t know what he’s been doing since he escaped, but you figured it wasn’t having sex. 

“I don’t care. Please just fuck me, Jay, I need it.” You whined, making him let out what sounded like a whimper. 

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna bust right fuckin now.” He gritted, opening his eyes to look at you. You did your best to hide your smirk as you purposefully clenched around his length, making his hips stutter forward, pushing in a little more.  When he saw your poorly concealed smirk, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re a fuckin tease, you know that?” 

“Yeah well I like seeing you blush like that.” You looked up at him through your lashes with a teasing glint in your eyes and he placed a hand on your neck. 

“You wanna keep teasing me and see what happens? Or do you want me to fuck you.” He asked, squeezing the sides of your neck lightly. When you huffed and looked away from him, you could practically feel his smirk. “That’s what I thought.” 

He moved his hips again, not stopping until he was completely buried inside you. You let out a ragged breath as you struggled to adjust to his size- honestly it felt like he was all the way up your stomach and you knew that he was. You knew that if you looked down, you’d be able to see where his cock was bulging your stomach. And you really fucking missed that feeling. 

“Now you’re speechless, huh?” He smirked. You glared at him, but it quickly softened as your face twisted in pleasure when he slowly started moving out. He dragged his cock back until only the tip was inside, then slowly forced it back in. You whined as he kept up the slow pace, but deep down you were a little grateful that he knew and respected the fact that you’d need some time to adjust, especially after all this time without it. 

He removed his hand, then suddenly dropped his head into your shoulder, kissing and biting the skin before moving up to your neck to suck the skin in his mouth, leaving even more marks. You couldn’t hold down the embarrassing sounds crawling up your throat, but they only spurred him on. His pace increased slightly and the first unexpected thrust knocked the breath out of you. 

“Missed you so fucking much.” He muttered against your skin. “Thought about you every day- about coming home to you… You kept me alive.” He whispered the last part hesitantly and you let out a choked sob from his words. You wished you could say the same, but you were under different circumstances. You lost the love of your life and if you’re being completely honest, there were parts of it where you truly wanted to die just to have a break from your emotions. 

“I love you.” Was all you could think of to say. He pulled back to look at you, thrusts never slowing. 

“I love you, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” You pulled him down into another kiss, eagerly chasing his lips as the pace of his thrusts increased even more. He reached a hand down to your clit, making you release a muffled moan into his mouth before pulling back. 

“God- I’m not gonna last long either.” You said through a breath, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter. 

“I need you to come with me. Can you do that, princess?” He rasped, cupping your cheek again and moving his gaze back and forth between your eyes. You nodded with a whimper and he gave you a proud smile. “Good girl. Just gotta hold it a little longer, okay?” You let out a loud moan from his praise as your walls fluttered around his cock, making him hiss. But despite that, you did your best to hold it, wanting to come with him. 

It didn’t take him long before his thrusts were becoming erratic and frenzied, rutting into you as he desperately chased his orgasm. 

“Don’t pull out.” You whispered. You figured he wouldn’t since he said “come together,” but you wanted to be sure. 

“Fuck,” He choked out, hips snapping into you as he neared his orgasm. “I won’t, princess. Gonna fill you up nice and good- give you what you want. But you need to ask for it nicely.” His words were strained as he tried to stave off his incoming release. You wanted to whine and hide your face instead of saying it, but you were rapidly approaching the edge and you didn’t want to draw it out any longer. 

“Jay, please. Need you to fill me up- I need it so bad.” Your whine turned into a sob as you clenched down on him again. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. You ready?” You nodded eagerly, trying to hold it until he actually gave you the word. Only a few thrusts later, he choked out, “Come with me, baby. Come now.” That was all you needed to let the knot of arousal in your stomach snap. His lips pressed to yours, muffling your cries and moans as his hips stuttered to a stop, now only bucking forward sporadically, trying to bury his length impossibly deeper inside of you. Using your legs and arms, you pulled his body completely against yours as you savored the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, filling you up. 

When he pulled away, you both were panting, trying to catch your breath. He rolled you over again, never removing his cock, and had you lay on top of him completely, letting you rest your head on his chest. 

“I love you.” He murmured, planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I love you.” You responded, in the same tone, then placed a kiss on his chest. You could see some of his scars with the way you were laying, so you let your eyes fall shut, but even then, you didn’t think of it. For the first time in years, you just felt truly content. So content that your brain was satisfied not knowing what happened. You just prayed it stayed like that and wasn’t only because of postcoital bliss. 

When he brought a hand up to run through your hair, you snuggled into his chest even more and kissed him again, before letting yourself relax completely. 

Chapter three

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Dating Billy Butcher Would Include...

Request: Hello there! Can I please request some headcanons about dating Billy Butcher (The Boys), please? Thank you so much!!

Oooh yay my first the Boys request! Of course I can my sweets! Just an FYI to anyone reading that at this point in time I’m only on season one (although I managed to see some spoilers about Lenny so I thought I’d throw a bit of that in too), so sorry if this is a bit OOC!

Warning: slight NSFW, swearing. strong language, mentions of drinking, mentions of nightmares and mentions of injuries!

(I do not own The Boys or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @supeshunter.)

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Billy Butcher is... well, he’s Billy Butcher, ain’t he? Even though he looks like a man with an incredibly tough exterior, and even though he’ll try his damn hardest to convince you that his interior is even worse, there’s a stubborn but beating heart in there. Lying behind all those layers of trauma, and fury; between the hurt and fear lies so much bleeding love for you that Billy Butcher has no idea how to cope with it at all.

He’s 100% the type of man to force you to wear his lovely and grimy trench coat when the two of you decide to brave out into the streets of New York. Because he’s so, so suspicious of everyone that even fringes his line of sight, he keeps his sunglasses on but shuffles off his coat as soon as you’re out the door and wraps it tight around your shoulders. He only grunts in satisfaction when you look like a dormouse peeking out from the flimsy material that smells so much of ale, ash, and a hint of amber toffee. He tucks you against his hip before he starts walking, snaking an arm underneath the side of the coat and spreading his fingers protectively over your hip as he begins spouting off about his newest reason to hate the Supes.

You spend far too much of your time standing between Billy Butcher’s knees, cradling his face between the brackets of your arms as you patch up his face after a fight. He’s a touchy - but also surprisingly sweet dumbass, and so usually just a chest-rumbling, throaty groan is the only warning you’ll have before he pulls you down. His hands position your thighs until they’re securely wrapped around his jean-clad hips, thumbs digging into your pelvis as he positions you onto his lap. Every time you try to ignore the feeling of his fingers squeezing into your skin, or the way he tries to tease you by groaning and moving up his legs until they brush more impatiently against you, he always manages to bring your attention right back to him. Even though you’re trying your best to thread a needle and stop his face from pouring scarlet all over the sofa, he keeps nipping your fingers with his teeth and chasing your hands with his lips, until eventually he grows too impatient and just straight up hitches you up. Even though you’re laughing at this point and thumping the hard back of his shoulder to try and get him to stop, you’re more than delighted when you can feel your back hit the wall and his left knee come up to keep your bottom lifted up in the air against his waistline.

‘Hey, you pull that stich on your lips, I’m going to shove the needle up your ass until it pokes out your mouth, and you can fix it then yourself.’

‘Is ‘at a threat, love, or a promise?’

Poor Hughie has to awkwardly scramble away from the two of you so often. So many times lmao the poor man. He’ll come home late after his date at the bowling alley with Annie, having been kind enough to pick up some takeout and actually get Butcher to eat something that isn’t popcorn or bagged sweets. He stops dead in his tracks and inhales sharply when he spots the broad expanse of Billy’s back pressed up against you in the living room, his hands leaving bruises against your side as he holds you up to the cracking wall. Your giggles ring out every time you feel the brush of his beard against your pulse point; every time you feel his wet tongue run out pridefully over the hickeys he’s leaving against your neck, or the surprising plushness of his lips as they map out a careful trail from the dip of your neck down towards your collar bone, grounding himself against you with each kiss. Even the sound of the door slamming and Hughie’s footsteps running away isn’t enough to shame him into stopping anytime soon.

(The beard rashes are 100% worth it - he’s so intoxicating and body worshipping its crazy.)

The two of you often go out for drinks after a long day of work at a nearby pub, and also to get a break from Frenchie and Mother Milk talking shite to each other at the safe house. It’s the happiest he can ever remember himself feeling. Although he’s not massively into public PDA, he does like to hold your hand over the table, just so he can ground himself by rubbing his thumb over his knuckles and remind himself that you’re truly alright. When he gets a little tipsier, he keeps on leaning over his bar stool and kissing your temples with a dopey, love-struck grin on his face - looking over at you from the side of his eye as if he’s still in disbelief that somehow, after everything he’s lost, he could still end up the luckiest man in the world.

You do have to stop him from snarling and nearly snapping at any person who tries to look too fervently your way though.

‘Eyes off, Sir Cuntalot.’

Billy, you can’t keep calling Hughie that, he’s your best friend. Also he just wanted to know if we wanted some nachos.’

Whenever you call him out just... cue *indistinct grumbling noises and reluctant acceptance*, because he doesn’t want to fight with you. 

He wakes up a lot during the night. The man basically never slept before he met you. Although he can get to sleep - mainly through the feel of your head resting heavily on his chest, and by gazing down at you with the milky moonlight reflecting a softness that he’ll never let escape through his harsh cracks during the day, he’ll always be awake again in a couple of hours. Although he’s so gentle when he tries to roll your arm off him and back down onto the mattress, it only take a few minutes for the cold to hit and for you to wake up. When you see him sitting up on the edge of the bed, doubled over as if the world was crushing an unbearable weight upon his shoulders and head heaving in his hands, it only takes you a second to slide over to him. You wrap your arms around his chest, locking tight around his arms as you lean over his back and swing your legs to sit beside his own, knowing he’s had another nightmare about Lenny. Although he finds it hard to fully let go and just allow himself to weep out all the regret, he does finally give in to the hand that cups the side of his cheek and falls down to half-lie on your shoulder. You just stay there, soothingly stroking circles against the freckles of his back as you wait for the sniffling to slow.

If you stroll out to grab some cereal in the morning wearing one of Butcher’s Hawaiian t-shirts that he left in a heap on the bedroom floor... well, let’s just say that Mother’s Milk gets really disgruntled when Billy pounces on you and immediately tries to tear it off.

But my dude... when he looks at you... that look in his eyes. That devotion, that awe, the soft features and smile that tickles his lips. You constantly catch him leaning against the wall during meetings, looking over at you while other members of the Boys are talking, with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile bright enough to melt steel - like you’re the most important thing in the world. And to him, you are. That’s one thing he’s not afraid to admit.

But in the end, my man sees himself as just a ball of resentment and regret. He’s terrified that he’s allowed himself to so comfortably fall into this, to slip into love so easily again, because he’s a lost cause. He can’t bear to lose you too, to drag you down into the depths of hell he's so exquisitely managed to saunter into, and so he battles with his own demons every day because he knows in his gut that this is worth it. Loving you, is worth everything. You are worth fighting every bit of evil in the world for, and so he decides, after the first date, that he’s never going to give this up. The Supes will have to cut his cold, dead heart out of his chest in order to tear it away from your possession.

[augustinescruelsummer]

hiii! are you taking requests atm? if you are, can i request for a jake fic where he and reader are married, they're both pilots and they got called back to top gun. reader's preganant but she doesn't tell jake til after the missions coz of whatever reason you want for the fic

thanks! and i lovee your work! keep it up!

CALL BACK | J.SERESIN

AN: ok, so I changed the request a little I hope you don't mind. I didn't want to send the reader on the mission if she knew she was pregnant:) gif cred @hxneyhxrts

WC: 3.4K. got a lil carried away LMAO

Two letters sat in your mailbox, both stamped with the same sticker. You tried not to pass out when you read the return address, your heart dropping while standing in your driveway. You had gotten the mail when coming home from a quick grocery run, and the two letters from TopGun were staring menacingly back at you. You didn't open them, instead choosing to ignore that the letter could only mean one thing. You bit your lip, remembering that your period was still painfully late, and the thought jarred you. Jake still didn’t know you were 3 weeks late and you were still too scared to tell him about it. His car wasn’t in the driveway, and you clenched the letters in your hand tightly before getting back in your car.

You unloaded the groceries by yourself, not daring to ask Jake where he was through a text. Lately, he had been pretty inconsistent about telling you where he was. Maybe it was just your mind, but it was beginning to put you in a painful mindset of insecurity. You finished putting the new tin of butter in the fridge when your phone rang from the pocket of your leggings. You huffed and pulled it out, seeing Jake’s name flash across the screen. You slid the button across, trying not to put an annoyed tone on your voice.

“Hello?” You asked impatiently, realizing you did not succeed in not having a bite in your tone. Jake was quiet for a moment, probably taking notice of your tone. “Hey honey, did we get any letters today?”

You grinded your teeth, trying to think quickly of a response. Why would he be asking if he didn't know that TopGun was calling them? You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, but remained silent. He asked you if you were still on the line after a beat and you sighed heavily. “TopGun wants us back,” you told him, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

“Holy shit, it’s true!” He exclaimed, and you heard some rustling in the background. It sounded like he was at a bar, but you pegged that up to you just being paranoid.

“Jake–” 

“Listen, hon, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you when I get home.”

The call cut off then, leaving you with a can of tomato sauce in your hand dumbstruck. He had just fucking hung up on you. The audacity. You were seething in anger as you shelved the rest of your groceries in the pantry, ignoring the incoming texts from Fanboy. He was freaking out about getting a letter from TopGun as well, and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would be there at least. You were only three weeks late, and you still didn’t even know if you were pregnant. You were banking on the fact you weren’t, because you and Jake had always used protection. As well as the fact you weren’t having regular pregnancy symptoms. You decided to just call Fanboy, and he instantly dove into why you guys could be called back. The possibilities were endless with him.

As he was talking, you opened your own letter. It had given you all the information about your dorm arrangement and you grinned at the fact you had got your previous bungalow from your original days at TopGun. You nodded along with Fanboy’s theories and ramblings, debating whether you should text Phoenix. “Have you talked to Jake about this?” He asked inquistively, the sound of him munching on pretzel sticks filling the silence as you thought about what to say.

“Sort of?” You began, choosing to be honest. “He called me and asked about us getting letters, but then hung up on me. He’s been super weird about where he’s been with me recently, it’s starting to scare me.” You hated the vulnerability in your voice, feeling the need to get out of your suddenly cramped kitchen. You trudged into your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Fanboy was trying his best to give you advice, but it was clear even he was struggling with what to tell you. Jake had never acted like this towards you before.

“It’s not like we’re even married,” you grumbled with a salty tone after he finished talking. You put him on speakerphone, popping the wine cork. You poured yourself quite the hefty glass and waited on Fanboy to comment on how long you were pouring for. When it didn’t come, you listened to him try to justify Jake waiting a year to even bring up dates for your wedding after the engagement. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you stared at the band on your dainty finger, debating if you should take it off and leave it on your nightstand for him to see whenever he got home. Not like you knew what time that could be.

“Today’s the third night he’s been gone for more than three hours and has not told me where he’s been. He barely even talks to me on the phone.” Verbalizing your thoughts made you even more angry, and you gulped down your wine as fastly as you could. Before you knew it, a second glass was being poured, then a third.

You had fallen asleep in your wine-drunk state, the glass fallen over on the duvet. Little bits of white wine sploshed around at the bottom, and the bottle rested on the nightstand. You had taken your ring off before going to bed, because of how angry Jake not showing before you fell asleep had made you. The time was one in the morning when he walked into your shared home, the eerie quietness of the house putting him on edge instantly. Were you ok? Jake knew he had been doing a bad job communicating with you, but he needed his space right now. Or, at least, that’s what he was telling himself to justify his shitty behavior.

He opened the door to your shared bedroom, his eyes locking on to the wine glass. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his eyes darted around the room, observing. The bottle of wine rested on your nightstand, basically empty. It was a new bottle, too. He shifted over to your nightstand, holding the bottle up. His thoughts were confirmed when he realized you hadn’t bothered with the price tag, meaning it was new. You drank an entire bottle of wine by yourself? He reached for the glass, taking it off the bed and placing it beside the bottle. When he went to place it down and it hit something, he was even more confused.

His heart sank as he looked at the O-shaped object in the dark. There was your engagement ring, sitting beside the bottle of wine by itself. Not on your finger. Had he really pissed you off this much?. He reached for your phone next, which was in your hands. He carefully removed it, trying his hardest to not wake you up, and the bright screen made him groan softly. His eyes adjusted to the light, grinning at your lock screen. A selfie of you and him after a hike you had suggested. Fanboy had sent you three text messages thirty minutes ago. He bit his lip, only able to read the top one unless you unlocked your phone for him. It read, “I’m sorry. Every couple has their struggles, sleep tight. Hope the wine doesn’t give you that bad of a hangover.”

You both were due to return to TopGun tomorrow, and yet you won’t tell him why you’re mad. He was of course, thinking in a confused state of mind, not realizing he hadn't given you any time to explain our frustrations. So it was about me, he thought. He locked your phone and plugged it in your charger, and quickly stripped himself of his clothes. 

He turned his brightness down as he climbed into bed beside your sleeping frame, and he settled on his usual side. It was especially odd for him to be awake when you were asleep. He had been with Rooster the past three nights, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to pull off the best wedding of his life. He had been putting it off due to your inconsistent jobs, but had decided the time was now. Then, the letter came in Rooster’s mail, and then yours. He hadn’t told you about him and Rooster because he wanted his effort to be more of a surprise to you. He wanted to woo you like he used to do all the time back when you were dating. He sighed, texting Rooster back that he had gotten home safe, and realized how shitty of a fiancé he had been the past week.

Jake couldn’t sleep, his inner voice rotting his brain. What if you chose to break off the engagement? He had to stop thinking, so he made his way into the kitchen and made himself a snack. When that didn’t help distract him, he packed his duffel bag for both of your departures tomorrow, and laid out your favorite clothes to make your packing easier. He had eventually fallen asleep in one of the living room chairs around 3:30, your favorite book open in his lap.

The bed was cold when you woke up, and you instantly thought of Jake not coming home. You grabbed your ring and selfishly slid back onto the finger, feeling disconnected without it. You pulled the duvet back and slid on your slippers, and padded down the stairs. As you made your way, your eyes caught sight of your handsome fiancé completely slouched over in your favorite reading chair. Not to mention your favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird, lies in his lap. You smiled at the sight, making your way over to him carefully. As you made your way into the living room, you saw his Navy duffel all packed up, and your heart stopped. It resumed to beat when you looked over and saw your own lying beside it, your favorite clothes folded neatly in a pile beside it. You crossed your arms over your chest and gently shook Jake’s shoulder to awaken him. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them, his eyes falling on you. You stood about a foot away, wearing his Naval Academy T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama shorts that were hidden because of the shirt. A closed smile grew on his lips and you cocked your head to the side.

 “Hi, handsome.”

“Mornin', honeybee.”

You blushed at his use of the nickname, and gave him a quick chaste kiss on the cheek. When you pulled back he grabbed your wrist, holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry about me closing out on you, just been really caught up. I wanna marry you, baby, and I was talking to Rooster about good venues and dates. I didn’t tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise, which was poor planning on my part.”

You reassured him it was okay a plethora of times, due to his inability of believing you. You gave him a kiss on the lips to seal your promise, which was quickly deepened by him. You tsked and pulled away from him, “You have morning breath, J.” He rolled his eyes and made his way upstairs to brush his teeth, pouting like a child as he stomped up the stairs.

  You both made your way to the TopGun base together in his truck, and you sighed contently at the scenery. Your house was only forty five minutes away from this naval base, because it meant so much to both of you. As well as the fact you’d both fallen in love with the area itself. Jake had profusely apologized for his askew actions the whole car ride, and you had finally shut him up by cranking the radio up over his voice. He took no offense, chucking at your antics. You took the time to look at his features in the outdoor light for the first time in a while. A white t-shirt gripped his muscled body, and his naval academy windbreaker was thrown casually over it. He wore one of his favorite pair of gym shorts, and his running shoes on his feet. His hand was stuck out the window, casually drumming along to the beat of the song blasting loudly. He was biting his lip in thought and not a blonde hair was out of line. Why were you so enthralled by him now?

TopGun had not changed one bit when you arrived, and Jake had been a chivalrous gentleman by carrying your duffel to the bungalow. The gesture was enough to bring you to tears, weirdly. He gave you a long kiss goodbye, which was broken up by Phoenix sliding her window open from the upstairs level. “Get a room!” She shouted jokingly as she stuck her head out the window, her bun slickly in place. Jake gave you one last kiss before slipping away from you and walking down to his shared bungalow with Rooster. Phoenix ran down the stairs quickly after, embracing you in a bone crushing hug. “I missed you, honey!” She gave you a platonic cheek kiss, before bounding off to show you her room. She had brought suprisingly a lot of decorations, and she was extremely proud to show it off. Yeah, maybe you did miss TopGun. 

Pete Mitchell stood in front of the lectern, blabbering about how the F-18 manual was not going to help the pilots at all. You were distracted, watching as Jake gave Rooster a reassuring nod from beside him. Rooster was completely tensed up, practically staring daggers at Pete. His call sign was Maverick, and he had quickly hurried a crew onto the jets. When he called your sign and not Jake’s into the first group, you didn’t miss the way he threw glares at Pete. He knew you guys always flew together, and even the Navy wasn’t stupid to break your extremely talented duo up. You shrugged and walked by him, smiling when you heard Jake let out an almost undetectable whistle. 

Maverick’s training exercise was gruesome, and you were feeling especially sick as your jet hit the ground. You were notorious for always being the last one to throw up in g-force exercises, but at this moment you felt like your liver was going to come up. You stumbled out of your jet, which was parked next to Phoenix’s and fell to your hands and knees, Your vomit spewed everywhere on the tarmac, and Phoenix quickly rushed to your side. She put your hair in a makeshift ponytail, her worried eyes flashing up to meet Rooster’s. You were nauseated, dizzy, and running a fever. “You’re ok,” she cooed comfortingly as Rooster ran to grab Jake. Maverick had landed his jet but was yet to notice your condition.

“I’m gonna pass out,” you told Phoenix before your head hit the tarmac abruptly, before she had time to catch you. Your fainting cancelled out the splitting pain that erupted from your head hitting the ground.

You woke up an hour later, hooked up to an IV. You woke up with a startled gasp, Jake’s eyes instantly meeting yours. He had his head in his hands, his foot tapping impatiently as a nurse checked the results of her test. He squeezed your hand and rose to stand over your hospital bed. “Can we have a moment?” He asked the nurse, and she nodded her head quickly before slipping out of the room. You didn’t miss the surprised expression on her face as she thumbed through the results. “Hey honeybee,” Jake greeted you with a soft tone, reaching to brush a hair out of your face. You melted into his touch and he slid his hand down to grasp your face before pulling a chair out. “Fuck, you scared me, baby,” he said. You looked up to meet his eyes for the first time, and it was a moment full of firsts. His flight suit was disheveled, which was never a thing for Jake. He prided himself on having the most pristine flight suit in the squadron, even around just you. His blonde hair was ruffled and hairs were sticking out in every direction, which was an inconceivable conception. Most shocking of all, his eyes were filled with dewy tears threatening to spill out.

“Baby, they think your pregnant,” he announced and a tear rolled down his face. Your heart thudded in your chest and you stopped breathing. Jake squeezed your hand, bringing you back to the moment at hand. “I’m crying fucking happy tears, just so you know,” he said through a throaty chuckle as he wiped tears from under his eyes. His long lashes were wet as he leaned in to place a kiss on your chapped lips. You were speechless and you went down to instinctively rub your belly. “I want you to go on this mission,” you told him as you pushed yourself up using your elbows. His eyebrows knitted together, going to protest. You held your hand up to stop him.

“This mission means the world to you, J. The squadron needs you. Rooster can’t do this without you. Besides,” you sent him a loopy grin, “I know I married the best aviator, I don’t need to worry about anything.” Jake’s cocky demeanor instantly took hold of his face at your ego boost, and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh is that now, sweetheart?” You nodded your head and sat in comfortable silence with him.

The nurse came back in a couple moments later and confirmed that you were actually pregnant. Jake grinned at the floor as you thanked the nurse for all of her help and signed your discharge forms. You were told to simply rest tonight, and the Navy was sending you back to the bungalow. After tonight, an escort would take you home to your house where you would spend the rest of your time until the mission was over. Penny’s house was only twenty minutes from yours, and you knew you could call her if problems arose. She had her own daughter, so you knew she would be happy to help with any issue. You two had hit it off when you and Jake originally graduated from TopGun, but had lost contact when you were stationed. But now, you had all the time in the world to hang out with her.

The rest of the squadron came to see you tucked into your bungalow bed. Phoenix was on her self proclaimed guard duty, claiming you needed to be in the maximum amount of comfort possible. You rested your head on Jake’s shoulder, as he had slid into your bed before the group stopped by. Fanboy brought you a bouquet of flowers, and placed a kiss on your cheek before wishing you the best possible pregnancy. Jake stared at him after the kiss, and you quickly elbowed him for his antics. Coyote and Payback showed up at the same time, Coyote with a chocolate heart box and Payback with a stuffed small teddy bear. Rooster brought you a card with an olive garden gift card inside, knowing how hard pregnancy cravings could hit. Of course, Phoenix had spoiled you with chocolates and flowers, knowing how shitty you felt. Bob, the sweetest human that society has, brought you two boxes of chocolates and a heating pad. “My sister suggested it,” he said nervously as he put it down in front of you. You instantly broke into tears at the gesture, and Hangman aggressively sprung towards you when he saw the interaction.

“Why the fuck did you make my fiancé cry?” His protective streak rose up from his chest, and Bob instantly paled at his angry face. His blue eyes were narrowed and he sized Bob up. Jake had always been protective over you, but it was like it had intensified when he knew you were pregnant.

“Jake, I’m crying because he got me a heating pad,” you told him as you feebly held it up for him to see. 

“Oh.” Jake said, instantly backing down from his size up. “Sorry Bob!”

Bob nodded and quickly moved to get himself a large glass of water, frightened from Hangman’s tone. Deep down everyone admired how much he cared about you, and they were glad that you had someone who was like that. He was the perfect man for you.

“Thank you for everything, ‘Tash,” you said as the night settled down and the aviators all talked amongst themselves, and Jake had fallen asleep on your shoulder. The soft in and outs of his breathing was enough to comfort you and get you to relax, because the fact that you were carrying a child was enough to put you into a tizzy. She smiled and gave you a soft hug before retreating to her own bed upstairs. Jake stirred, before waking himself up. “Let me hold you,” he whispered lovingly as he shifted you into his arms. “I love you,” he said before crashing back into a content sleep.

[niki-phoria]

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - relationship firsts

warnings: awkward chishiya (i feel like i kinda got his character right this time), i lowkey replaced usagi with reader in arisu's (lmao sorry usagi), kuina mentions her mom being sick

a/n: i wanna start doing more reactions

gn!reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya - first time sharing a bed

word count 277 i miss chishiya's eyeliner

your hands are still trembling as you hesitantly reach up to knock on chishiya’s bedroom door. it’s well past midnight by now. silence has fallen over the beach. 

you bite your lip, about to step back when the door cracks open. a tired chishiya squints at you before he fully opens the door. “what are you doing here?” 

“i…” you look down, a little embarrassed. “i had a nightmare.” chishiya doesn’t say anything, instead stepping aside to allow you into his room. it’s illuminated by a sliver of moonlight peeking through his opened curtains. the room is fairly clean. a few miscellaneous things are set out on the desk - you can recognize a soda can, duct tape, and a water gun. 

chishiya closes the door behind you. you awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, wrapping your arms around yourself. he sits down on the edge of the bed before patting the other side. you make your way over, pulling the covers up and sliding underneath them. 

“do you want to talk about it?” chishiya whispers. 

“no,” you lay down on the bed fully, propping yourself up with an arm under the pillow. “just wanna stay with you.” 

“okay.” chishiya rolls over so he’s facing you. he subtly moves his hand to the space inbetween you, a silent invitation for you to hold it. you do, reaching over to intertwine your fingers together. 

silence falls over the beach once again. he strokes his thumb against your knuckles for a few minutes, breathing becoming heavier. 

“chishiya?” you whisper. 

“hm?” 

“thank you.” he doesn’t answer, instead pulling your hand up to press a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

‧₊˚✩ arisu - first kiss

word count 263 i can't find any gifs of the fireworks during the last ep ://

you let out a sigh of relief, sitting beside arisu on the ground. your side aches as you move to lean against his shoulder. sparks of blue and red light up the sky, the beautiful colors a sharp contrast to the chaos and suffering on the ground below. 

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper. arisu hums, reaching over to grab your hand. 

“y/n,” he turns to face you, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. his hand feels warm in yours despite the cold breeze so high up. “can i kiss you?” his voice is quiet, as if he’s worried about someone hearing. 

you bring a hand up to his face and brush your thumb against the skin. you smear some blood on his cheek in the process though neither of you pay it any mind. arisu leans in a little, gingerly resting his forehead against yours. you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him down to press your lips against his. 

arisu’s lips feel soft against your own. the cut on your lip burns when he pulls you down into another one. and another. and another. 

you almost cling to him when he pulls away. you’re desperate to kiss him again. he holds your face in place by your jaw, staring down at your lips. “y/n,” he whispers. “i love you.” 

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you pull him back down into another sweet kiss. content blooms in your chest, replacing the fear and exhaustion you’ve felt since entering the borderlands. “i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ kuina - asking you to meet her mom

word count 251

kuina rolls her wooden cigarette between her fingers, holding it in her mouth with her teeth. she stares into space despite the party raging on around her. her back is pressed against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest. 

“kuina?” she jumps a little at the sound of your voice. you set your drink down, sitting down next to her. the brick feels uncomfortable against your back. you lean over so you’re looking at her. “what’s on your mind?” 

“it’s stupid,” she says, looking down. 

“your thoughts could never be stupid.” kuina’s face flushes a little when she glances at you before looking away again. she fully leans back against the wall, stretching her legs out. 

“it’s just… i’ve been worrying about my mom. she’s sick, you know, and… i’m scared i won’t get to see her again.” you reach over to grab her hand, gently squeezing it. she intertwines her fingers with yours, still not looking at you. “i’ve been thinking, and… i want you to meet her.” 

you pause, readjusting your posture to sit facing her. “really?” 

she nods. “really.” 

a warm feeling spreads through you - something you hadn’t felt in a while. you squeeze kuina’s hand again, making her over at you. “i’d love to meet her.” she smiles. 

“are you sure?” 

“she’s important to you. if it matters to you, then it matters to me.” 

kuina brings her hand up to your cheek, pulling you into a quick kiss. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Off In 10

Billy Hargrove x Byers!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: illusions to smut, serious making out lmao, angry hopper and joyce being awkward mom for a second 

Author’s Note: writing for billy revives me EVERY time. That mf. I love and miss him so dearly 

Requested: by anon, Heyyy gurl, long time no see! Fr I missed your blog. can I please request a scene where Billy Hargrove and the Byers!reader are making out in his car at night in the middle of nowhere, Hopper finds them, gets pissed and drives the reader back home to Joyce? Thank you so muchhh

Summary: the request! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Billy’s lips were addicting. Lots of girls in Hawkins could concur with that statement. He had kissed a whole bunch of them. But he would be lying if he said yours weren’t his favorite. He wasn’t sure if it was because you were Jonathan Byers older sister (by only a year). It also could just be the way your hair felt between his fingers, or the way you smiled when he showed up like you really truly wanted to see him. 

You knew you should just go into the pool but it was so easier to have access to Billy’s face when you were in his car. Sometimes you were convinced he had bought the car and immediately adjusted the seats so they were leaning back a bit, perfect angle for kissing. He could take your breath away with his lips. You found yourself smiling into the kiss, half giggling at how happy he made you. 

“Hmm?” he grunted in question. 

“I just really like kissing you,” you whispered, lips touching as you spoke. “It’s such a nice pass time.”

“More than a pass time,” he promised, leaving you chaste kisses between his words. 

“You’re right,” you said, voice breathless. Billy had to go into work and you had to take his car back to his house to get Max. You were the only person he trusted with the keys. 

Jim Hopper was dropping El and Will off at the pool. He was kind of annoyed that he had to do it but Joyce was busy back home and he wasn’t going to push. Plus, he was just happy it was Will she was hanging out with and not Mike. She could use a bit of fun that didn’t involve that piece of shit. Hopper pulled up beside Billy’s car and unlocked the doors. 

“Watch El,” Hopper said to Will as he slid out of the car. Will rolled his eyes. 

“She can watch herself.” 

“The pool is deep,” he argued. 

“I’m tall,” Eleven promised. 

It was Will who saw you. He was the only out of the three that could notice you by the back of your head. Also you were wearing one of your favorite shirts and he knew it by heart. You were leaning over the middle counsel and your tongue was very much down Billy Hargrove’s throat. 

“What?” Hopper asked when he noted Will was pausing by the backdoor. Hopper leaned over the driver seat right when you were pulling away from Billy to breathe. 

And then Jim Hopper saw red.

Billy fuckin Hargrove. Billy fucking Hargrove. 

He jumped out of his car, trying to breathe deeply, pretty much failing. Will quickly shuffled aside beside El who was standing at the front of Hopper’s truck. Hopper knocked harshly on the passenger window. You jumped, Billy’s hand sliding out from under your shirt which just made the situation much worse. 

Your eyes went wide when you saw Hopper. 

“Shit,” you breathed. 

Your time of hiding Billy was over. 

“Get out of the car,” Hopper said but you could only see his lips moving angrily. You turned to Billy. 

“Run. Go. Run inside. Use Will as cover.” You opened up the passenger door but Billy stayed put, never one to listen to what he was told. 

“Hey Hop.”

“Don’t ‘hey Hop’ me,” he said, teeth gritted. “You were swapping spit with Billy fucking Hargrove. Now is not the time to ‘hey Hop’ me.” You knew this day would come eventually. Billy got out of the car, throwing his arm on the top of his car. 

“Hey Sheriff.” 

Hopper stared at Billy like he could kill him with his eyes. He was clenching his fists, holding himself together solely because he was the sheriff and he couldn’t beat a teenager to a pulp.

“Get in the car,” Hopper said. 

“Hopper-”

“Get. In. The. Car.” You glanced back at Billy who gave you a look of sympathy. 

“I’ll be back to get Max,” you said. He nodded, eyes hard as he sized up Hopper as though he was gonna fight him. 

“Love you,” Billy called, just for added effect. You winced at Hopper’s face. 

“Love you too.”

You got in the passenger seat quietly. You stayed quiet even as Hopper got in the driver's seat, when he turned the car on and when he pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn’t for about 10 minutes did you realize he was taking you back home. He finally spoke. 

“You've always been a smart girl,” he said quietly. “So God please tell me…why you were just in Billy Hargrove’s car.” 

“Because he’s my boyfriend.” Silence. Angry, tension filled silence. 

He pulled up to your car and got out, you followed close behind him. Your mom, Joyce, was standing at the kitchen table. 

“Jonathan?” she called. 

“Nope,” Hopper said. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Joyce leaned back to see the two of you walking inside. 

“Y/N? I thought you were picking up Max and taking her to the arcade with Lucas.” 

“I was,” you admitted. 

“No. She was making out with Billy Hargrove.” Joyce raised her eyebrows.

“The same Billy Hargrove that broke my plates?” she questioned. 

“There was a lot going on. That could’ve been Steve.” 

“Steve is a gentleman,” Hopper said. “Steve wouldn't have broken your mothers good plates.” 

“Listen, I was going to tell you. Hopper’s overreacting.” Joyce was making dinner. She put down the spoon she was using to stir a pot and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. 

“Do we need to have a talk?” she asked quietly. 

“No. That’s okay. Thanks though mom.” 

“Are you sure? You really need to be safe,” Joyce said. You shook your head, every single night with Billy flashing in front of your eyes. 

“I’m being safe, I promise. I’m very safe.”

“You’re sleeping with him?!” Hopper asked, voice loud. You closed your eyes, breathing harshly out of your nose. 

“That’s typically what boyfriends and girlfriends do, Sheriff.” 

“El is never getting older. I need to go kill Mike Wheeler,” Hopper muttered, turning around. He ran his hand through his hair. You looked at your mom who seemed to be processing. 

“I really do have to pick up Max. If that’s okay…” 

“We really should talk about this more.”

“No…we really shouldn’t. Trust me, I love Billy. Billy loves me. He’s a great boyfriend.”

“Does he hurt you?” 

“No. No he’s never hurt me. You let Nancy sleep over here, just let me see Billy during the day and we’ll be set.” Joyce pursed her lips, sighing gently. 

“Do you need any condoms?”

“Mom!” 

-

You got Hopper to drive you back to the pool, begrudgingly. You were an adult, you weren’t El. He couldn’t stop you from seeing your boyfriend when you wanted. 

“Thanks Hop,” you said, getting out of his car. He stared in front of him, trying to see through the gates. You started to shut the door but he spoke. 

“If he ever does anything bad…you call me okay? Anytime. Anywhere.” You nodded. 

“Thank you Hopper. I will.” 

You shut the door gently and walked toward the gates. El and Will were still hanging around, chatting, tanning. Billy was on top of the lifeguard seat. When he saw you he took off his glasses. You looked up at him and he leaned down a bit. 

“Hey, if I jump in can I get you to pull me back out?” you called. 

“Only if I get to put my hands wherever I want,” he purred. “I see you survived.”

“I did. Though watch your back. Sheriff Hopper might be following you for a week or two.” He smiled and tossed you his sunglasses. 

“Put on your swimsuit so I have some real entertainment out here.” 

“What, the group of moms isn’t enough for you?” you questioned, putting your hand on his chair. 

“I never did get to finish what we started earlier you know.” You raised an eyebrow. “Put your swimsuit on. I’m off in 10.”

“Yes sir.” 

-

Stranger Things Tag List: @dpaccione @elisaa-shelby @purple-flamingo @trinswhimsys @valentina-luvs-u @demigirl-with-problems @chaotic-fangirl-blog @mads-weasley @alexxavicry @secret-obsessions-21-blog @mystic-writings @plumes-de-nuit  @linkxneptune

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day Ten: Mutual Pining/Staring in Adoration

Paring: Mountain/Swiss

Words: 750

Rating: Gen

Contains: Swiss being Swiss on stage, Mountain being down bad

Mushy May prompts arranged by @forlorn-crows

There’s a gif that inspired this of Prequelle Era!Swiss getting on his knees that I unfortunately could not find again but it’s been burned into my brain.

EDIT: I found the clip!!! (and immediately saved it to my phone bc i cannot lose it again lmao)

***

The new multi-ghoul is, as politely as Mountain can put it, a problem, and he’s only been Up Top for a few months. In the abbey, he’s made himself quite a reputation as a shameless flirt. Siblings and ghouls alike can’t take their eyes off of him, and Mountain is no exception. On stage, they’ve put him right next to Mountain’s drum kit, and it’s a problem.

Mountain’s not blind. The new multi-ghoul, Swiss, is as attractive as they come, and they’ve put him on backing vocals for a reason. He gets along with the new band pack well, barring the bloody fights he and Dew pick with each other. It’s incredibly easy to get him to smile or laugh, and it lights up whatever room he’s in. At first glance, he doesn’t seem like he’s going to be a problem.

However, it’s a problem when Mountain can’t take his eyes off of him during Rituals. He’s grateful that he’s rehearsed every song on the setlist forwards and back until he can play them in his sleep, that he doesn’t need to be looking at his kit when they perform, because Unholy Father, he cannot drag his eyes away from Swiss. 

The way he moves is sin, and Mountain watches out of the corner of his eye as he sways his lithe hips to the music. It’s obscene, the way he ruts against his guitar or his mic stand, the chrome of his mask flashing in the multicolored lights. 

He catches Mountain watching, sometimes. He says nothing, not willing to risk the mics catching whatever comment he might make. His eyes, glamoured a warm brown instead of their usual gold, flash with an expression Mountain might be able to make out if their masks weren’t on. Mountain lowers his gaze to the snare right in front of him until he can feel the weight of Swiss’s gaze leave the side of his head. 

Mountain’s here, Top Side, on stage, to do one thing, and to do it well. He was summoned to help Papa, or, well, in this case, the Cardinale, put on a good show. He’s not here to ogle attractive ghouls. 

He’s focusing on his drum kit when he feels Swiss’s gaze return, stronger than normal. Mountain spares a glance out of the corner of his eye and the steady rhythm of the kick drum falters for a moment as he does a double take. 

Swiss is turned away from the captive audience, his whole body turned towards him, guitar and tambourine placed on their stands. He sinks down to his knees, a singular, smooth movement, leaning back onto his feet before rocking towards Mountain. 

Every thought Mountain has leaves, vaporized, and there’s a spike of want deep in his gut. He shakes his head, hard, turning back to the crowd. Finish the damn ritual, he thinks, willing himself not to turn to his right for the rest of the evening. 

They take their final bows not twenty minutes later, and after throwing their picks and drumsticks into the roaring crowd, they slink backstage. 

As they walk back to the green room, Mountain grabs Swiss by the upper arm, directing the ghoul into a quiet alcove. Swiss goes without a fight, but with a questioning look in his eye. 

“What the hell was that about out there?” He hisses, pressing Swiss into the wall by the shoulders. “What do you want from me, edelweiss?”

The multi-ghoul grins up at Mountain, flashing blunt, human teeth. “You finally notice? I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks.”

Mountain swallows hard, glancing up and down at Swiss’s face. His grin hasn’t faltered, but it’s not quite as smug, more delighted than anything. “You’re not pulling one on me?” Mountain asks. 

Swiss shakes his head, reaching up and taking Mountain’s face by the mask. “Can I show you what I want from you, maple?” he asks, voice surprisingly soft. 

Mountain nods, relaxing the tight grip he’s had on Swiss’s shoulders. Swiss hums, guiding Mountain’s face down to his. Their masks clink together as Swiss brings their lips together. It tastes of grease paint and the fruity vape Swiss sneaks hits from on stage. It tastes divine, and Mountain wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Funny, that’s exactly what I wanted from you,” Mountain says as they pull away. 

“Well,” Swiss says, “Tonight’s a hotel night. You wanna spend the night with me?”

Mountain laughs. “Of course, edelweiss. I’d like nothing more.”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: sooo I had this scenario in my mind for a while, aaand I decided to share it with y'all lol. Also, I’ve been posting tons of gifs lately, and I’d figure I’d have to write something too eventually lmao. I hope you’ll like it!

Plot: the reader gets out of the shower only to find her bf waiting patiently for her in the bed. It gets steamy rq.

You got out of the shower, and you saw him waiting patiently on the bed, wearing just some jeans. His chest was exposed, and you couldn't wait to brush your nose against his skin as he hugged you tight.

"Look who finally came out of the shower." He said it in a soft tone as he tapped on the mattress.

"I told you I'd take long." You giggled and laid next to him. His arm quickly pulled you closer by your waist as you glued your face to his chest. He laid down completely and started to kiss your forehead. "I'm surprised you didn't join."

You knew he was needy because he'd been following you all day around the house, hugging you, kissing you, and telling you how beautiful you were. He was like a lost puppy, but you had work to do around the house that couldn't wait.

"You said you wanted a nice, long, warm shower, so I let you alone. Besides, I wanted to take my time with you." His hand moved from your waist to your hips, and his mouth kept kissing your forehead.

"So considerate of you." You brushed your nose along his skin, enjoying the smell of his natural scent combined with his cologne.

His hand that was on your hips moved to your neck, pulling down the robe and exposing more of your shoulder. Then he began to kiss the exposed skin, going slowly to your neck. When his lips touched your neck, you moved your hands to his back, pulling him close as you let out a few moans.

"Tell me, dear," he said between kisses. "Do you want me to be gentle, or do you want me to rip this robe off you with my teeth?"

"I think this is just fine." you giggled.

"Alright." His hand pulled down more of your robe until he revealed your breast. The cold air made your nipple hard, but it felt so good when he ran your palm across it. He gave your breast a little massage and rolled your nipple between his fingers before placing his mouth over it.

"Straight to action..." you ran your fingers between his blond locks and massaged his scalp as his tongue was twirling around your nipple.

"Hmmm." His mouth was full, so he couldn't give you an answer. Instead, he began to suck it and bit you gently.

You had to roll over on your back as he climbed on top of you, his other hand pulling the robe aside to expose the other breast. From there, he started to massage it, and then he ran his finger across it very rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. You could feel yourself getting wet down there.

"Don't stop..." you said between moans. Your hand remained on his hair, while the other rested on his bicep. Your fingers kept clenching, causing small marks to appear on his skin.

Eventually, his mouth left your breast and he lowered his head, his lips never stopping from kissing your skin. His mouth felt so good on your freshly washed body.

"You smell so good, love." His fingers gently pushed the robe sideways until your body was fully exposed to him.

His mouth reached your belly button, then your lower belly. You arched your back and kept pushing his head lower as the heat from between your legs kept increasing. He placed one last kiss on your lower belly before lowering himself so he could continue kissing your inner thighs.

"My God..." you whispered as you felt his lips coming closer and closer to your pussy.

"Hmm, I can't get enough of you..."

"And I don't want you to stop..." You gasped when you finally felt his lips on your cunt. They kissed you so gently, licking and sucking on your sensitive bud.

"You are doing such an amazing job..." The more you praised him, the faster he'd go. At some point, he spoiled your throbbing hole with his thick fingers, which slid in with ease. They picked up the tongue's pace, sending multiple waves of pleasure through your body.

You felt so full, and yet you demanded more. You wanted more, you wanted to be stretched to the limit, you wanted to feel his cock inside you as he called you pretty names.

"Please..." You begged, arching your hips and moving your hips in circles. His tongue and your hips synchronized, bringing you to a high level of pleasure where your walls won't stop throbbing and your throat would get dry from all the moaning.

He stopped moving his face, and his. fingers stopped thrusting, causing you to move your hips and basically fucking yourself using his fingers and face.

"God..."

Your hard bud kept brushing against his tongue.

When he felt like you were close, he stood up and quickly unzipped his pants, releasing his red, throbbing cock in the air.

"I've been waiting for you all day..." he said as he positioned himself at your entrance.

He pushed inside gently as he dropped his head at the crook of your neck. His hot breath tickled you in the area, and you leaned your head to give him a hint. He understood and began to gently bite you as he lowered himself over you. Your bodies were glued together, and he began to thrust slowly.

"Don't stop" you said as your hands were running down his back, squeezing his flesh every time he would hit that spot inside you.

"My God, you're so tight," he said between heavy breaths.

You were intoxicating to him. Every inch of your body fascinated him, and every time you'd get intimate, it felt like the first time he was exploring you. There are moments when he finds new erogenous zones, which he plays with so much enthusiasm.

He was so close to your ear that you could hear every sweet sound that escaped that man's lips. Every whimper, every moan, and every word of praise blessed your ear and brought your orgasm closer and closer.

"Honey, I'm..." you said, feeling an intense sensation in your lower belly.

"I know, me too..." His throbbing cock was repeatedly hitting your spot. Your pulsating walls constantly stimulated him, turning him into a big mess.

The orgasm hit you both hard. He released his load inside you, and your throbbing cunt milked him until the very last drop.

"This...this felt amazing," he said as he slowly pulled out, a few drops of semen falling between your legs.

"Yeah...I'll have to hop in the shower again."

"This time I think I'll join."

Krauser, Leon and Wesker. Taglist: @shadow-wolf510, @skylar-todd

[yappacadaver]

Pls more Raymond headcanons I’m starving 😵

Hooh me too bbg im hungryyy

I'm gonna compile a couple of old hcs in this one, and add some new ones too. a misc hc drop for u ♥♥♥

tysm for sending a request!

Sex/Attraction

sorry this gif is the first thing i think abt when i consider his sexuality lmao 😂😂

some kinks he has AND IS AWARE OF:

hair pulling (receiving) scratching (receiving) biting (giving and receiving) hickies (giving and receiving)

these kinks are UNLOCKABLE and currently REPRESSED:

edging (giving and receiving) overstimulation (giving and receiving) praise (receiving) body worship (giving) pred/prey dynamics (pred) rope (receiving) toys (giving and receiving) olfactophilia (uhh not sure how to describe this in terms or giving/receiving, he likes to snoff lol) voyeurism (voyeur)

He's most attracted to curvy/hourglass body types, especially soft thighs

Prefers a bare face (but can be easily fooled with natural makeup)

Prefers full bush

Lost his virginity the summer before college to a girl he wasn't that into

Best sex he ever had was at a college party sneaking off with a stranger drunk off his ass

If you asked his face what the hottest thing is, he'd say something about soft curves and an eager personality

if you asked his dick, it'd be something closer to consumption. An attraction that could peel him open from the inside and wrest from him his rotten core-- for the purpose of ingesting it ofc-- leaving him purer for having been picked through and so thoroughly enjoyed

Physicality

This one is semi-canon but his thighs are covered in moles/freckles

capable of a nice tan, if his schedule would ever allow it

teeth are crooked from decades of jaw clenching

the body hair situation is kinda silly... he's got tons of hair in some places and looks so naked in others... im talking like bushy pits and balls but like a tiny sprinkle of sad little hairs on his chest and belly lol

His elbows and knees click when fully extended

Love/Friendship

Friendship never came extremely naturally to him but as a young man in the 50's/60's it's not like the expectations were extremely high

In grade school he mostly had friendships of convenience-- boys from his neighborhood/class

College was where he began to really relate to others, connecting with people who had similar experiences with death and grief

David Whitlow was a friend and not just an employee to Raymond (he was killed with a scalpel to the face)

Other friends from his 20's and 30's eventually fell off as he became more withdrawn and involved with "work"

Raymond never had an affair, but his eye did wander especially as his marriage began to fall apart in the early 80's

Despite this, he would absolutely consider Maria to be the person he loved most

Habits/Preferences

Black coffee, Marlboro reds

Has decided to give up drinking

Meditates daily

Tries to eat out once a week, as a treat

HOT hot showers

chronically dehydrated, i s2g getting this man his 8 glasses wouldn't cure him but it would blow his goddamn mind

Terrible sleeper, snores like a chainsaw, nightmares, talks in his sleep, walks in his sleep, has false awakenings, sleep paralysis, insomnia, the works

[rainisawriter]

I’ll Always Find You (Riku)

Genre: Angst, dark, mafia, romance, fluff

Word Count: 11,979

Pairing: OC (Ana) x Riku

World: The Rampage

Prompts: Listed at the bottom because there’s so many lol (@whumptober)

A/N: This was written for @thistaleisabloodyone as a thank you for supplying me with the Yamasho/Ryu gifs I need in order to survive ♡ I hope you enjoy this! Also, writing in the second person is so engrained in my DNA at this point that I kept writing “you” instead of “she/her” lmao I think I caught them all, though.

Warnings: Blood, violence, murder

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Riku clenched his teeth, eyes narrowed as his fists made contact with the punching bag repeatedly. Rather than feeling better, each hit left him feeling more frustrated and tired. It had been days since he last slept because every time he closed his eyes, he could see his face. 

“Damn it!��� He scowled, punching the bag so hard that it dislodged from the ceiling, flopping pitifully to the ground. He was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness, making him sway where he stood, hand coming up to cover his eyes.

“Riku-san, are you okay?” Warm hands rested against his back to steady him.

A small smile came to his lips as he turned to face her. “I’m fine, Ana-chan.”

She frowned as her eyes scanned him, taking in how he was covered in sweat. Dark bags sat beneath tired eyes and his hair was a mess because he had run his hand through it several times in frustration. He felt exhausted, both mentally and physically.

She had known him long enough to know when he was lying. For the past few days, he’s been acting distracted, frustrated and even a bit worried. This concerned her, mostly because he was the type to keep things bottled up until they were ready to explode.

“You look awful.”

He chuckled softly. “Do you insult every guy like that?”

Her cheeks warmed up as she pouted at him. “You know what I meant. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks… Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Her concern warmed his heart and he nodded, a loving smile on his lips. “Don’t worry, love, I know my limits.”

“It’s getting pretty late, though.” She glanced at the clock as if to emphasize her point. It read 11:45. “You have a packed day tomorrow, you should really get some rest…”

His hands found her waist, pulling her close. “Are you going to make sure I get home safely?”

Her lips twitched upward, hand resting against his chest to keep some distance between them. His shirt was soaked, making her nose wrinkle. “Only if you take a shower first.”

He chuckled, pecking her on the forehead before heading into the locker room to take a shower. She waited for him patiently and he didn’t take too long, coming out in clean clothes and smelling faintly of strawberries.

“Ready to go?” he questioned, holding his hand out to her.

She smiled, slipping her hand into his with a nod. As the two of them headed out into the cool autumn night, she kept throwing glances at him. She wanted to ask again what was on his mind, not just because she wanted to try and help, but also because she wanted to feel like he trusted her.

The two of them had been dating in secret for several months now and yet, she knew he was keeping a part of himself hidden from her. To be fair, he kept it hidden from the other Rampage members, as well.

Riku wasn’t dumb. He saw the way she watched him with a furrowed brow and frown on her lips. He knew that she questioned his trust in her. It’s not like he didn’t want to tell her the truth, he truly did, yet he couldn’t bring himself to. It was such a dark, intimate part of his past that he was still struggling to come to terms with.

The thought of her finding out made his heart ache painfully within his chest. Would she look at him differently? Would she break up with him? Would she hate him? He released a shaky breath at the thought, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Ana reached over, resting her hand atop his. Some of the tension left his body at her touch and he sent her a tired smile, slipping his hand into hers so he could lace their fingers together. 

“When we get home, do you want to watch a movie?”

The answer was yes, of course, though she wanted to tell him he should go to sleep instead. She felt confident that he wouldn’t make it through the movie and she didn’t want him to fall asleep on the couch. Granted, it was a comfortable couch, but he had earned a nice, long sleep in his own bed.

“I’m actually feeling pretty sleepy. Can we just head to bed?” she asked, softly, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to what she was doing.

Whether he did or not, he didn’t show it. “That sounds good, love.”

When the two of them finally made it back to his apartment, she took a quick shower before joining him in the bedroom. He was barely keeping himself away, eyes half-lidded as he waited on her. She chuckled softly as she slid under the comforter, brushing the hair from his eyes.

Riku pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly. “I love you, Ana-chan,” he mumbled tiredly.

“I love you, too,” she replied softly, nuzzling into his warm chest. A sudden feeling of anxiety overcame her and she had no idea why. “You’re my world, you know?” she whispered, believing him to be asleep already but he wasn’t, chuckling softly.

“And you’re mine.”

“Promise you’ll never leave?” She wasn’t quite sure why she asked this. He had become the single most important person in her life, though, and the thought of losing him had her on edge.

“I promise,” he breathed out, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Though the feeling of dread didn’t disappear completely, it did lessen with his words, allowing her to follow him to dreamland.

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Riku’s brow furrowed as he looked around, finding himself surrounded by darkness. “Hello? Ana-chan?” His voice echoed several times, though he received no response. His footsteps echoed as he started to walk in a random direction.

His breathing quickened as he broke out into a run, trying to find his way out of the inky blackness that was weighing down on him. A small white light appeared in the distance, growing bigger as he ran until it was so bright that he had to close his eyes.

The brightness faded and he was now standing in a familiar basement.

His eyes widened, heart racing within his chest as he took in the scene before him. 

A young boy, no older than nineteen, was tied to a metal chair, his face bloody and bruised. He was sobbing, tears and snot running down his face as he begged for mercy. Standing to the right of him was an older man wearing a suit, his greying hair slicked back away from his eyes. He was frowning, deep wrinkles forming across his face.

His name was Hide and he was the current boss of the Gentride family.

This wasn’t the most shocking part to Riku, though.

Standing in front of the boy was a younger version of Riku, only nineteen years of age, with blood dripping from his clenched fist.

The man leaned toward the boy, narrowing his eyes. “We need the information, boy. Tell us where your father is hiding and we will let you go.”

The younger Riku grunted, folding his arms over his chest. “Mikaru won’t be happy to hear that, boss. He’s been waiting a long time to get his hands on this kid.”

“I know,” sighed the older man as he straightened his back. “He’s getting out of control. He’s lost sight of what our family is about and I fear…” He stopped himself, glancing at the young boy before deciding that now wasn’t the time to discuss this. “Where is your father, Matsuda?”

“I-I don’t know!” he sobbed, shaking his head. 

“Hit him again, Riku.”

He did so without hesitation, making the boy cry out.

“Where?”

“Go to hell!”

“Hit him harder.”

Clenching his fist tightly, the younger Riku cocked his fist back.

The older Riku stepped forward, his lips parting to stop him but no sound escaped. He winced when the fist made contact again, making the chair, and the boy, topple over onto the floor.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t make a sound.

He wanted to cry, but they refused to fall.

Boss sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Release him, Riku.”

“What?” His head snapped toward the man in surprise. “Are you sure? We haven’t gotten anything out of him.”

“A loyal man will take the secrets of those he’s loyal to to the grave. No matter what you do to him, he will never give up what he knows.”

With a nod, the younger Riku did as he was ordered to do, cutting the robe that held Matsuda to the chair. “Get out of here.”

Matsuda looked at him suspiciously, one eye swollen shut. Without wasting another moment, he struggled to his feet and rushed from the room, his feet pounding on the wooden steps. He let out a sudden cry as he was pushed down the stairs, landing hard on the ground.

Both men’s attention snapped toward the door, eyes narrowed. 

The older Riku knew what was about to happen and he shook his head, swallowing hard as he stepped back until he hit the wall.

Mikaru appeared at the bottom of the steps, a maniacal grin on his lips. “Oi, oi. You’re losin’ your touch, Riku, lettin’ this kid get away from you.” His eyes flickered to the knife in the male’s hand and then to the rope on the ground, clearly cut. The grin fell, darkness clouding his eyes.  “Oi, don’t tell me… you let him go.”

The two men exchanged a look, knowing what was coming.

Hide stepped forward. “I’ve decided to release him. We’ll gain more from -“

“Shut it, old man,” snapped Mikaru, eyes flashing with anger. “You’ve been losin’ your touch for years, now look at you! Lettin’ people go free like we’re a goddamn charity case! The other families’re gonna think we’re weak!”

Riku stepped forward, his eyes filled with anger as he clutched the knife. “Watch your tongue, Mikaru. He is our boss -“

“Oh shut it, you fuckin’ ass kisser.” 

Matsuda used the distraction to his advantage, slowly crawling toward the stairs. In the blink of an eye, the blonde pulled a gun from the back of his jeans, putting a bullet in the side of the young boy’s head. He dropped against the floor, blood pooling beneath him.

The older Riku closed his eyes, hand covering his mouth as he tried to stop his body from shaking. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

“Mikaru, what are you -“

He raised the gun toward his boss and pulled the trigger. The older man tried to dodge but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid it completely, the bullet lodging into his shoulder. He stumbled back against the wall, teeth gritted.

“Boss!” Riku rushed over with wide eyes. 

Mikaru pulled the trigger again but the gun jammed, making him curse as he hurriedly tried to fix it.

Hide pulled the gun from his hip, holding it out toward Riku. 

He shook his head with wide eyes, knowing what the man wanted. “No, I… I can’t…”

“You must! You know the law of this family – whoever kills the boss, becomes the boss. You mustn’t let Mikaru take over! Promise me, Riku!”

He lifted a shaking hand, fingers curling around the metal. Making sure the safety was off, he lifted the gun and his thumb pulled the hammer back. “Boss, I…” his voice was trembling just like his hand.

“Do it!”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling the trigger and planting a bullet between his eyes. 

“Son of a bitch!” cried Mikaru, finally getting his gun unjammed. 

Riku was faster, though, shooting his hand.

He cried out, the gun clattering to the ground. “I’ll kill you -“

Riku pulled the trigger again, planting a bullet between his eyes. Falling to his knees, his shoulders trembled as he tried to shove down everything he was feeling. He had just murdered his boss, the man who had saved his life and took him under his wing. Hide protected him, taught him everything he knew and, most importantly, he showed him love.

The older Riku sank to his knees, tears sliding down his cheeks. His eyes were screwed shut, hands over his ears despite the silence that now permeated the room. After all these years, why was he dreaming about him now?

He felt like a scared little boy and he hated it, yet he had no idea how to make everything go away. All he wanted was everything to stop. He wanted to stop feeling all this regret and pain. He wanted to feel like he could breathe properly again.

More than anything, Riku wished he could change the past. 

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Ana was startled awake by Riku thrashing in his sleep, whimpering and begging for it all to stop. The sight knocked all sleepiness from her body and she quickly reached over, shaking his shoulder.

“Riku-kun, wake up.”

His fists clenched around the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned pure white.

She frowned, resting her hand on his flushed cheek. “Baby, please wake up.”

Riku’s eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, covered in sweat and gasping for air. His eyes were wide, wild, and unfocused as if part of him was still within his nightmare.

“Hey, are you -” she rested her hand on his shoulder but he slapped it away, eyes snapping to her. She swallowed hard, having never seen him in such a state. “It’s okay, it’s me. It was just a bad dream. You’re okay, Riku-kun.”

When she reached for his hand, he flinched away from her, slipping off the bed and tugging at the collar of his shirt because he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It felt as if a knot had formed within his chest, a lump in his throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow.

Ana was equal parts confused and concerned, not sure how to feel about how he was acting. “Do you… want to talk about it or do you want to be alone?”

“Alone,” he choked out, voice trembling as he placed his palms atop the dresser, lowering his head. He was losing control of the emotions he had been carefully keeping under lock and key for years and that’s not something he wanted her to see. “Please… just leave me alone.”

Her heart ached at his words but she tried to ignore the pain she was feeling. He was more important right now and if he wanted to be left alone, she would comply with the request. Sliding out of bed, she quickly got changed with the spare clothes she kept at his apartment before heading for the door.

Pausing, she bit her lip in consideration. Should she tell him she was leaving? Ask him if he was okay? No, she shook her head with a sigh, turning and leaving his apartment. 

Glancing at her phone, she frowned at the time – 2:23 in the morning. Not exactly the best time to be walking home alone, but what choice did she have? She considered calling a taxi to come and pick her up only to realize she had left her wallet in Riku’s apartment. For a moment, she had an internal debate about whether or not she should go back only to decide that she didn’t want to bother him.

Taking a deep breath, she started down the street, hugging herself tightly when the wind picked up. It was cold out, the wind like ice against her exposed skin.

Fifteen minutes passed by without issue and she was getting close to her home now. Suddenly, she felt a chill go down her spine. It felt like someone was staring at her and she slowly glanced around, looking for the source. She saw no one around, the street eerily silent.

‘It’s probably just my imagination…’ Ana shook her head, exhaling nervously as she continued down the street. She increased her speed, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. It only got worse, though, and she kept glancing over her shoulder.

The street was nearly pitch black, the moon covered by clouds. The street lamps were spaced far apart, their bulbs dull and doing little to pierce the darkness around her.

Within these shadows lurked a monster. Not one of fairy tales or legend, but a monster of flesh and bone. A monster with ill intent, willing to do anything to achieve its goal.

“Who’s there?” she called out before cursing herself. She had just done the very same thing she often scolded people for in movies. Asking who was there never worked out well for the person asking.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what would be more unsettling – if someone actually answered or the dead silence she was currently experiencing.

Ana picked up her pace once more, nearly running now. Her heart was racing within her chest, alarm bells screaming at her to run away so she did. She ran as fast as she could, suddenly aware of boots slapping the pavement behind her. She was sure someone was chasing her but she was far too afraid to look behind her to confirm her fears.

She fumbled to pull her keys from her pocket, nearly dropping them in her haste. Her front door was in sight, so close now that she could touch the cold metal of the doorknob. As soon as the key slid into the lock, she felt something hard strike the back of her head.

Her body stilled, pain blooming from her skull as her vision blurred.

A male voice chuckled in amusement as she fell to the concrete below.  Through blurred eyes, she managed to get a look at her attacker. His dark eyes glinted dangerously in the low light from above the door. A jagged scar ran from the center of his forehead, curving down to the side of his nose before stopping beside his chin. The hood of his jacket cloaked his face in shadow and she realized he was dressed in all black.

This wasn’t a crime of opportunity. He hadn’t seen her walking alone at night  and decided to attack. No, he had been waiting, stalking from the shadows.

With a grin, he squatted down, reaching out to poke her in the forehead with his index finger. She noticed the fact that he was missing his pinkie and ring finger. “I’ve been waitin’ for ya, little bird.”

Her lips parted but the words died on her tongue. It was taking everything she had just to remain conscious, scared of what would come if she passed out.

“Don’t worry, girlie. We’re gonna have lots of fun together~” he laughed before cooking his fist back and slamming it against her face, the force great enough to finally knock the consciousness from her.

She fell limp against the cold ground and he grunted in satisfaction, grabbing her before tossing her over his shoulder as if she was nothing more than a bag of cat food. A black van pulled up beside him and he grabbed the handle, sliding the back door open before tossing her inside.

“Let’s go,” he ordered the driver as she hopped inside, pulling the door closed.

“Yes, boss!”

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“Hey, you in there?”

Shockwaves of pain shot through Ana’s body, jolting her from unconsciousness as a cry left her lips. She tried to jerk away, but her body was tied to a metal chair, the thick rope digging into her arms and legs. Her entire body ached, the side of her face throbbing.

The sound of a cattle prod sparking made her tense up, eyes snapping forward. The man that had kidnapped her was standing over her, an enhanced cattle prod in hand and a malicious grin on his lips.

“Sleepin’ beauty finally woke up! Didn’t even need a kiss,” he snickered, making the prod spark again.

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering around the room. It was a dingy little basement, plastic sheets covering the walls and floor. Floodlights had been set up near the door, shining brightly on her. A second, older man was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he glared at her.

“What…” She swallowed again, her mouth dry. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh darlin’,” soothed the man mockingly as he patted her cheek. Danger was clearly written there within his eyes and it was unsettling. “We don’t want you, we want your cute lil boyfriend. We want that bastard, Riku.”

Her eyes widened, the breath leaving her lungs. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand why they wanted him, she could only assume they wanted money. He was one of three faces of a very popular music group and the company would pay a lot of money for him.

Riku was no pushover, though. He was strong, filled with muscles after years of bouncing between boxing, martial arts and kickboxing. Of the three singers, he was the last person someone should attempt to kidnap for a ransom, so why had they chosen him?

‘Is it… my fault?’ The thought made her want to cry.

Hokuto and Kazuma were weaker than Riku, easier to take, but Riku had one weakness that they did not. Even not knowing that she and Riku were dating, it was clear that he cared deeply for her and would do anything for her.

While she had become a source of strength and comfort for him, she had also become his biggest weakness. She could only hope and pray that he wasn’t dumb enough to come for her.

“Aww, is the lil princess gonna cry?” asked the man with a mocking laugh. “Go on, it’ll make the call sound better!”

Her eyes fell to the cell phone he was holding, realizing it was her phone with Riku’s contact info pulled up. She struggled harder against her binds, throwing her body back and forth as she tried to loosen the ropes but they only seemed to tighten, digging roughly into her skin. 

“Don’t move too much or ya might hurt yourself before I get to,” he snickered, pressing the call button. It rang and rang and rang. 

With every moment that passed, his expression fell. She prayed to every God and deity she could think of that he wouldn’t answer the phone and, to her relief, it finally went to voice-mail. 

The older man pushed away from the wall, anger flashing through his eyes. “Did you grab the wrong girl, you idiot?!”

The young male’s eyes darkened as he turned toward him, the cattle prod sparking menacingly. “Don’t forget your place, Madaira. I am in charge here, not you, and if you ever speak to me like that again, I will fuckin’ kill you. You can finally be reunited with your precious boy.”

Madaira narrowed his eyes, fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t bring my son into this, Mikaru.”

Before he could reply, Ana’s phone started to ring. She shook her head, eyes wide as her body trembled against the ropes. Mikaru just grinned, showing her the called ID – it was Riku.

“Please don’t…” her pleas fell on deaf ears as he answered the call, Riku’s voice filling the basement.

“Hey, Ana-chan.” His voice was soft, though she couldn’t tell if he was tired or still recovering from his nightmare. “I’m sorry, I… I was really rude to you last night. Can you forgive me?“

Mikaru made his voice higher pitched, trying to imitate Ana. “Oh, sweetie, of course I can!”

There was silence on the line for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was darker and more alert. “Who the fuck is this? Why do you have Ana’s phone?“

“Karma’s come to collect what’s due, Riku.” He used his normal voice now, a grin on his lips. “I have your cute lil girlfriend. Why don’t you say hi, Ana-chan?”

Hearing her name spoken by him made her feel sick to her stomach. She pursed her lips, eyes narrowed at him in defiance. Perhaps if she remained silent, Riku wouldn’t believe him and would remain safe. She didn’t care what happened to her so long as he was okay.

Mikaru scowled in annoyance. “You really know how to pick ’em, don’t you? She’s just as stubborn as you!” The cattle prod was thrust against her stomach, electricity sparking against her shirt.

She tried hard to remain quiet but a cry of pain left her lips and she started to struggle again, trying to put distance between herself and the object causing her pain.

“Ana-chan!” cried Riku in alarm. “Who the fuck are you? I swear to God if you hurt her, I’ll kill you!“

“Ooo, the idol is starting to show his true self, hm?” snickered Mikaru, a glint in his dark eyes. “If you want your girl back, then I suggest you get your ass over to the place where you became the boss of the Gentride family.”

Riku sucked in a breath, voice trembling. “What –“

The call was ended before Mikaru threw the phone against the wall, smashing it into pieces. He grabbed a metal folding chair, setting it in front of her before relaxing in it as if he hadn’t just kidnapped someone.

“Tell me, girlie, just how much do you know about your lil boyfriend, hm?”

She glared at him through teary eyes, left over from the previous shock.

“My guess is – nothin’. Knowing that idiot, he bottled it all up inside so he could live a ‘normal’ life,” he spat, acting as if it was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard. “Want me to tell ya?”

She scoffed,  turning her head away from him.

He just chuckled, leaning forward on his elbows. “Your precious lil boyfriend is part of the Yakuza.”

Her eyes widened in shock, body tensing. ‘No way, Riku would never…’

“He’s a murderer.”

“You’re a liar!” she snapped angrily, eyes flashing with anger as she glared at him. “Riku is not a murderer!”

“He murdered my son!” snapped Madaira, taking a step toward her. “They wanted me, but I was hiding. I… I never thought they’d kill my boy… they were supposed to be better than that… they… they…” His shoulders shook, tears gathering in his eyes behind his glasses.

Mikaru sent him a fake sympathetic look before nodding. “It’s true. I was there. How do you think I lost my fingers?” He held up his hand, giving her a better look at the two missing digits. “He shot them off before plantin’ one in my skull. Doctors said it was a miracle I survived.” His voice darkened as he tilted his head. “A miracle indeed.”

“You expect me to believe this nonsense?” she scoffed, though even she could hear the lack of confidence in her tone.

Without a word, the male stood up from the chair, disappearing behind her. 

She turned her head, body tense as she tried to see what he was doing but she could only just see him from the corner of her eye. A moment later, he returned, pushing a cart with a small TV on top of it.

“I didn’t figure you’d believe me, so I prepared a lil somethin’ for you.”

The TV flickered on, showing a still image of the very same room Ana was being held in. At first, she thought it was a security feed but then she realized she wasn’t seeing herself or Mikaru, she was seeing Riku standing over an older man.

“Watch closely, girlie.” Mikaru sent her a grin before pressing play on the remote. 

Ana watched on in horror as Riku lifted the gun, shooting the man in the forehead. The video was rewound, showing the scene again and again. Tears pooled in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. She wanted desperately to look away but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from the screen.

“See, there’s a law within the Gentride family, one that’s been passed down for hundreds of generations.” Mikaru walked behind the cart, sprawling his body over the TV. “Whoever kills the boss, becomes the boss. Riku was always power-hungry, you know?”

She shook her head in disbelief but her voice failed her, eyes still trained on the screen.

“Boss realized this so he skipped over Riku. He chose me to be the new boss when he retired and Riku lost it. It should have been me, but that bastard killed the boss so he could take over and when I tried to stop ’em…” he held up his hand again, observing it curiously. “Well, you know.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The Riku she knew was kind and loving. He cared about the people in his life and he worked harder than anyone she knew in order to achieve his goals. He wanted to be a singer, to reach people’s hearts with his music. Now, she’s supposed to believe that he’s not only part of the mafia but the boss? 

The proof was there, though, right in front of her eyes. Riku murdered that man, that was undeniable, but she refused to believe that he had done so simply to gain power. He just wasn’t that kind of man.

The door was suddenly kicked open, Riku breathing heavily in the doorway. His eyes fell on Ana, multiple emotions flickering through his eyes. He was relieved to see her alive, though he was filled with guilt knowing that she had been taken because of him. Anger was the most powerful emotion he was feeling.

His fists clenched at his sides, brass knuckles in his right hand. His eyes fell on Mikaru and it took him a minute to recognize the younger man. “How are you…”

“Alive?” finished the male, slapping the prod against his palm. “Considering how many people you’ve killed, one would think you’d be better at it, mate. Guess this is proof that I was always meant to be the boss.”

Riku scoffed in disbelief. “You never deserved to lead. Everyone knew that. Boss was willing to die just to make sure you didn’t get your filthy hands on his family.”

Anger flashed through Mikaru’s eyes, teeth clenched. “He ruined us! He went soft and ruined everythin’ we once stood for! We were strong, powerful! People feared us! And then you came along and boss went all soft. You ruined this family, then you killed our boss and ran away like the coward you are.”

Riku’s eyes met hers before softening. “I promise you, Ana-chan, everything will be okay.”

“Don’t you ignore me!” yelled Mikaru as he rushed toward the male, prod sparking.

“Riku, run!” She begged, tears gathering in her eyes again as she fought against her bonds. Adrenaline overshadowed the pain but she wasn’t strong enough to break free, the ropes were just too thick.

Riku didn’t run, though. He met Mikaru head-on, the two beginning to exchange blows. The prod was shoved against Riku’s side and he gritted his teeth against the pain before he grabbed the center of it, yanking it from Mikaru’s grip. It was thrown across the room, skittering across the clear sheet that covered the floor.

“You will regret touching her,” growled Riku, anger flashing through his eyes.

Mikaru wasn’t intimidated as he cried out, “I’m going to kill you!”

His fist shot toward the brunette’s face, Riku dodging it easily before returning the blow, brass knuckles hitting him square in the gut. His eyes were dark, voice filled with malice. “I’ll make sure you’re actually dead this time.” Pulling his fist back, he slammed the brass knuckles against Mikaru’s face.

Ana winced at the sound of his nose breaking, turning away when blood started to gush from his face. He cried out in pain, stumbling backward. His foot got caught on the plastic sheet and he fell onto his back, sliding backward as Riku slowly approached.

His voice was nasily now, a grin on his lips despite the pain. “Go ahead. Show your lil girlfriend the kind of monster you truly are!”

Riku paused at this, suddenly aware of her eyes on him. He never wanted this.

From the moment he first met her, she became his found family. After the death of his boss, he never thought he would ever find peace again, but he found it in her. She was his peace, acting as a shield against all the negative thoughts and feelings that usually plagued his mind.

She was the love of his life, the one person he never wanted to lose and now… now she was hurt because of him. What had Mikaru told her? He didn’t know and he was too afraid to look at her. He knew he would break down if her eyes held fear or disgust toward him.

Mikaru threw his head back, laughter echoing through the basement. “Oh, don’t worry pretty boy, she already knows! I showed her.”

“What?” His brow furrowed and he found himself swallowing hard, his mouth dry. “What are you on about, Mikaru?”

“Did you forget about the security cameras? Boss always did love to revisit his tortures. He got off to ’em, you know.”

Riku’s eyes snapped to the small camera that sat in the corner of the ceiling, pointed right at him. The red light was not on, the lens shattered and wires dangling from the bottom of it. It no longer functioned, but he remembered glancing at it back then to ensure that the red light was on.

Realization flooded him, dread weighing heavily on his shoulders. “No…”

“She watched you put a bullet between the old man’s eyes,” he cackled. “You shoulda seen the look on -“

Something snapped within him and he darted forward, planting his body on top of Mikaru’s so he couldn’t escape. His fists hit him repeatedly in the face, blood splattering across Riku’s face and clothes.

Ana watched on in horror. ‘He… he’s actually going to kill him…’ Her lips parted, wanting desperately to tell him to stop but the words just wouldn’t come.

“Monster…” said Madaira shakily as he took a step back. His eyes flickered to the open door, prepared to flee until he saw a flash of his son’s bloody, bruised face. Fear morphed into anger as he pulled a knife from his pocket.

Her eyes widened. “Riku, watch out!”

Riku was too focused, too angry to hear her cry or to hear his hurried footsteps as he ran toward him. Only when he felt the blade plunge into his shoulder did he snap out of it, wincing in pain. With a scowl, he stood to his full height, pulling the knife from his skin and turning to face the older man.

Madaira gulped fearfully as he stumbled back until he was flush against the support beam. Despite his fear, he spoke up. “Go ahead and kill me. Let me finally be with my boy!” Tears gathered in his eyes from behind his glasses. “You killed him and now you’re going to kill me.”

Riku’s brow furrowed. “Your son?”

He scoffed in disbelief, removing his glasses. “You don’t even remember his name? I’m not surprised, you monster! His name was Matsuda, you bastard!” With a war cry, he ran toward Riku with his fist raised.

Riku was easily stronger than him, shoving the man back against the beam, little pieces of dust falling from the ceiling. “Mikaru lied to you. I didn’t kill your son, he did!”

“Bullshit!” He rushed at him again but the result was the same, more dust floating down on top of him.

“He lied about everything!” snapped Riku, his voice desperate. Though he was looking at Madaira, Ana knew he was talking to her. “Mikaru is the one who killed your son. We were letting Matsuda go and he didn’t like that.”

“You… you’re lying,” breathed Madaira, his glassy eyes flickering between Riku and the fallen man. His eyes suddenly widened and he ducked to the side just as Mikaru tackled Riku from behind.

The force was enough to send him forward, slamming into the beam, the wood beginning to splinter from the abuse. Riku grunted, pushing away from the beam so he could turn and punch the younger male. He managed to dodge the blow but Riku grabbed him, shoving him against the beam before cocking his fist back.

Mikaru slid down at the last second, the brass knuckles making contact with the beam. It easily broke through, the wood cracking and splintering. The ceiling shook, large amounts of dust and dirt falling onto all of them. With a grin, he grabbed the prod off the ground and shoved it hard into another beam.

Riku realized what he was doing and darted toward him. It was too late, the wood creaking pitifully as it started to give way under the weight of the ceiling. He cursed as Mikaru rushed toward the door, his mind telling him to give chase and finally end the man’s life.

His heart, on the other hand, was telling him to save Ana and that’s exactly what he chose to do. As he rushed over to her, a chunk of ceiling gave way directly above her. She cried out, closing her eyes as she waited for the blow to her head. Riku tackled her, both of them hitting the ground.

A cry of pain left her as the concrete fell onto her legs, pinning the lower half of her body and the chair. Her right shoulder had taken the brunt of the fall and she was sure her arm was broken. Her body was filled with so much pain that her brain was struggling to decide which pain to focus on.

Riku covered the upper half of her body with his own until the debris stopped falling and the room fell silent. 

He shifted to undo the knot in the rope and when Ana tried to push herself up, she cried out in pain, her arm giving out beneath her. It hurt like a bitch.

“I think it’s broken,” she muttered before turning her attention to the concrete resting over her legs. She tried to push it away but it was heavy and she just didn’t have the strength at that moment.

Riku quickly crawled over so he could remove it, a deep frown on his lips. “Are you okay, Ana-chan?” He mentally slapped himself for asking, knowing that it was a dumb question.

She honestly didn’t know how to answer that because she didn’t know how she was feeling. She was just so overwhelmed by everything and wanted to go home. “I’m fine,” she finally muttered under her breath, carefully cradling her broken arm.

Riku tugged his shirt over his head so he could rip it into strips. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but admire his body. He worked hard to be sculpted like a god and his efforts certainly paid off. 

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly moving closer as if worried he was going to scare her. As he carefully put her arm into the makeshift sling, she couldn’t help but admire his body.

He wasn’t a shy man by any means, being one of the top Rampage members who often went shirtless during concerts. Now, though, in a small room alone with his girlfriend, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. He could feel her eyes raking over his body, taking in every scar that littered his skin.

Concerts were often dark with lots of flashing lights and those attending were far enough away from the stage that his scars went unnoticed. The basement was  rightly lit, though, even with half the roof collapsed, thanks to the bright floodlights. She was also sitting just inches away from him so he couldn’t hide.

Without thinking, her uninjured arm lifted, fingers brushing against a particularly long scar that ran from the bottom of his ribs to the center of his right breast. His body tensed as he sucked in a breath, pausing his ministrations.

Perhaps she should have stopped and apologized, but she felt entranced by them and she couldn’t stop her fingers running across his skin, drawing tiny stars across each one. He swallowed hard, shoving her hand away before sliding backward, trying to hide them with his arms. He hadn’t considered them when he took his shirt off, focused only on helping her, but now he was starting to regret it.

“Riku, let me see them,” she called softly, a frown on her lips. “You don’t have to hide them.”

“They’re ugly,” he muttered, eyes narrowed at the ground.

“They’re not.” Ana closed the distance, using her uninjured arm to tug his own away from his body. “Every scar tells a story. They’re part of who you are, they remind you of how you got here. They’re lessons to not repeat your mistakes and they’re motivation to keep being better.”

Riku slowly turned his head to face her, his eyes meeting hers. She had never seen him look so broken before and it broke her heart. “Do you…” he started softly before biting his lip. She waited patiently for him to find the words. “Do you hate me?”

“No,” she replied without hesitation which surprised him. Her hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing across his skin gently. “I’m very confused right now, I’ll admit that, but… I could never hate you. I love you, Riku.”

The breath was stolen from his lungs at her words and he threw his arms around her, careful of her arm as he held her tightly. He didn’t know what to say, though he felt worried that she would change her mind once she had time to reflect on everything that had happened.

Ana hugged him back, comforted by the warmth he offered. Her fingers combed through his hair, hoping she could offer him comfort, as well. Several minutes passed by in silence as the two of them embraced, neither wanting to let go. Both of them knew that everything would change as soon as they did.

Riku wouldn’t just be a member of the Rampage to her anymore, he would be a member of the yakuza with blood on his hands. It was the harsh reality that both of them would have to face, whether they wanted to or not.

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Because of her broken arm, Ana was given a week off from work to rest and recover. This was forced on her by her manager at Riku’s insistence despite her claiming that she was perfectly fine. More than anything, she was afraid of being away from Riku.

That feeling of dread had returned and she couldn’t seem to shake it. She assumed it was just trauma from what had occurred and she had to admit that she was still jumpy after everything. Her body would heal long before her mind would but she was trying her hardest to keep it together.

Her broken arm was a constant reminder, though, and every time she closed her eyes, she would see Mikaru’s grinning face in her mind. She would often dream of Riku shooting his boss, as well.

For all her suffering, Riku was much worse off. 

He stopped eating and sleeping, throwing himself into practice to try and escape his shaky reality. As bad as he wanted to be by her side, he couldn’t bring himself to because of the guilt. She had nearly died because of him yet she treated him no differently. 

He hated it.

He wanted her to yell at him, to scream at him for what he did to her. He wanted her to demand answers, to demand an apology. It would be so much easier if she just hated him as much as he hated himself. Ana wasn’t like that, though. She preferred to see the good in people rather than the bad.

Personally, he didn’t believe there was any good left in him and if there was, surely it was hidden by the darkness of all the bad he’s done. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. More importantly, he refused to believe that he deserved her.

To some degree, Ana realized this and she wanted to change his mind, to let him know that he was deserving of love. He did deserve to be with her, to be happy and feel loved and supported. How could she, though, when he was avoiding her?

When her phone lit up, she hurriedly grabbed it off the couch in the hopes that Riku had finally responded to her messages. She ended up scowling when she realized it was just a notification for some junk mail. Should she message again? Perhaps he just didn’t hear the notification and messaging once more would get his attention.

She didn’t want to annoy him, though.

Instead, she decided to ring up Zin and subtly ask how everyone was. He didn’t know about the relationship so he wouldn’t be suspicious if she asked about Riku as long as she also asked about the others.

Unlike Riku, he answered fairly quickly. “Ana-chan~ How are you feeling?“

She glanced at her arm and frowned. It was set in a cast and sling, a constant reminder that she could have been killed. “I’m fine, just wanted to check in with everyone.”

He chuckled softly. “You’re the one that’s injured yet you’re worried about us? Don’t worry, we aren’t working too hard.“

“How’s Kazu? I know he wasn’t feeling well.”

“Likiya made him drink some herbal tea and he’s feeling better.“

“That’s good to hear.” She bit her lip, wondering if it was too soon to mention Riku. “What about Ryu? Is he still struggling with the choreo?”

“He’s slowly getting the hang of it. Takahide and Kenta have been running him through it whenever he stumbles.“

“And Riku? He seemed… distracted before I left.”

There was silence on the other end of the line before he spoke again, concern in his tone. “I thought he was with you.“

“Huh?”

“He said he was going to go check on you thirty minutes ago… did he not –“

Without a word, Ana hung up the phone and rushed from the house. Her heart was racing within her chest as she ran down the street toward Riku’s apartment, fear and dread settling in her gut. Zin kept calling and texting, clearly concerned about both her and his bandmate, but she ignored him, far too focused on finding her boyfriend.

“Riku!” Her fist pounded on his apartment door before she paused to listen for any sound of movement. It was dead silent inside which did little to ease her anxiety. Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, sure that it would be locked.

To her surprise, it clicked as she turned it, allowing her to push the door open. She burst into the apartment, calling out his name only to receive no response. She ran from room to room, checking each one for any sign of him but there was none. Cursing, she started for the front door only to pause when she caught sight of a thick white envelope sitting on the table.

Ana wasn’t usually the type of person to go through other people’s things, but what if it held a clue as to where he had gone? When she got closer, she realized her name had been scrawled onto it in Riku’s beautiful, unmistakable handwriting. He had left this for her.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she opened it and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself before beginning to read.

『My dearest Ana-chan,

I’m sorry for what you went through because of me. I never wanted you to know the truth about me and I was foolish enough to believe that I could live a normal life with you and the Rampage. As if I deserve such a thing after everything I’ve done…

Because of my neglect, my past came back with a vengeance and you’re the one who suffered. I’ve been selfish, putting all of you at risk because I wanted to hide from who I am. My boss used to tell me that, ‘No matter how far you run, your past and your choices will always catch up to you. We must face our mistakes head-on or risk those mistakes coming back to hurt the people we love.’

He’s right. He’s always been right. I have to face who I am, what I am, and I have to take responsibility. 

Thank you for loving me, Ana-chan. Words can’t express how happy you’ve made me and I can never apologize enough for ruining your life. Please… please just forget that you ever met me. Move on with your life and find happiness.

I didn’t say it as often as I should have, but I truly do love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met and I’ll continue loving you until the day I die.

I’ll leave it up to you whether or not you tell the Rampage the truth about me, but I ask that you let them know that I love them. I hold my memories close to my heart and I will never forget any of you, though I hope you all forget me.

I’m sorry, Ana, truly. I know it’s not much, but I transferred my apartment into your name. You can do what you want with it and everything inside. Should you sell my things, you’ll be left with plenty of cash to pay for whatever you desire.

Forever yours, Riku.』

Tears were sliding down her face, heart aching. “Riku, you idiot,” she sobbed, rubbing at her eyes in a failed attempt to stop the tears. “How can you tell me to move on and then tell me how much you love me? You absolute idiot!”

Ana knew what this meant. 

Riku was going to do something dumb and she had to find him before he could. She had no idea how she was going to do this, though the details didn’t matter at that moment.

Pain and fear turned to determination as she ran from the apartment, the letter tucked into her hoodie pocket. She was determined to find the man she loved no matter the cost. Whether or not she slapped some sense into him was still up for debate.

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The sun was beginning to sink low on the horizon, the sky fading from blue to a mixture of red and orange. The cold air felt like tiny needles against her face as she ran, though she paid it no mind, far too focused on the task at hand.

It felt as if she had been searching for ages and was no closer to finding the male, something that seriously frustrated her. Where the hell was he? She tried to pull from all the delinquent and yakuza dramas she’d seen in her life, but that list was fairly small.

Just as she was about to call Zin for help, she caught sight of something in the distance. Taking a step closer, she realized it was Mikaru standing at the end of a dead-end street and he wasn’t alone. Though she could only see his back, she was sure it was Riku. 

Behind Mikaru was the Sumida River, the surface of the water peaceful as if these two men weren’t about to fight for their lives in front of it. She knew she didn’t have the strength to go against Mikaru, but if she could push him into the river, perhaps that would give her enough time to grab Riku and run away. With any luck, he’ll be eaten by a school of fish.

“So, what now, Riku? Eh?” Mikaru held out his arms in an exasperated motion. “Is our lil cat n mouse game finally gonna end, hm?”

“It should have ended a long time ago,” grunted Riku, eyes narrowed at the male.

“For once, we agree,” he grinned, tugging a large knife from his coat. With a war cry, he ran toward Riku with the knife outstretched.

Riku showed no sign of dodging and Ana cursed, knowing what he was thinking – he was going to atone for his sins by dying. She wasn’t about to let that happen so, without a moment of hesitation, she ran as fast as she could toward them.

She threw herself in front of him just as Mikaru thrust the knife forward.  Riku’s eyes widened, his breath leaving his lungs. She felt pressure against her stomach but no pain. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or perhaps she was just too focused on protecting the reckless idiot behind her.

“If you want to kill Riku, you’ll have to go through me first!”

“That can be arranged,” smirked Mikaru, tugging the knife free before raising it again.

Riku finally snapped out of his shock, grabbing her roughly before turning so that the knife went into his side. His jaw clenched in pain, his grip on her shoulders tightening.

“I’ll kill both of you!” he laughed maniacally, pulling the knife free once more. 

With Ana there, Riku found his will to keep fighting. More importantly, he needed to get her to the hospital for her wound before she bled out. He knew that, as long as Mikaru was alive, her life would always be in danger.

Cocking his fist back, Riku slammed it against the male’s face, his eyes darkening. Mikaru stumbled back from the blow, broken nose reigniting with pain. Riku took this opportunity to kick the knife from his hand before starting a vicious assault on the male, punching him repeatedly without giving him the chance to recover.

His legs gave out beneath him, body crumbling to the ground. This meant nothing to Riku as he straddled the male, every punch filled with rage and pain – at himself, at Mikaru, at his boss. There were so many things, so many choices and mistakes for him to be angry over. More than anything, he was pissed off about Ana getting hurt twice.

The assault continued until he was out of breath, his vision blurred by the blood loss. He slid off of the unconscious male, falling onto his back against the concrete.

“Riku!” Ana rushed over to him, kneeling at his side. His shirt was soaked with blood, his skin pale.

He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Stop talking,” she muttered, pressing her hand against the wound to try and stop the blood. ‘I have to call an ambulance!’ “Riku, baby, please put your hands over the wound!”

He grunted, doing as she ordered. “Are you okay?”

She scoffed in disbelief. “You were stabbed and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“So were you.”

Her brow furrowed. ‘He’s right, I was… why don’t I feel any pain?’ She glanced down, early seeing a hole in her hoodie. There was no blood, though. Reaching into the pocket, she removed his letter and her phone, both of which had a deep cut in the center. The knife had gone through the letter before shattering the phone screen, saving her.

Riku laughed when he realized this, relief flooding him. This quickly turned to a coughing fit, pain flooding his system. He could taste the blood on his tongue, a familiar taste that he would never get used to.

“Be still!” She hissed angrily, shoving the items back into her pocket. With her phone broken, she had no choice but to go off in search of help. Her eyes flickered to Mikaru.

She couldn’t leave Riku on the off chance that Mikaru woke up and finished him off. She considered dragging him off the edge and into the river but decided against it.

“Give me your hand,” she ordered, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He grunted in pain, arm over his stomach as his other hand clutched at the wound. She put his arm around her shoulders. “Put your weight on me.”

Despite not wanting to do so, he had no choice because his strength was rapidly fading, vision blurring. “Ana-chan,” he breathed out. 

She huffed from the effort it was taking to help him down the street. “Yeah?”

“Just let me go.”

“Absolutely not!” She snapped, hand tightening around his wrist. “I’ll never let you go, Riku!”

He smiled softly. “Thank you… for loving me.”

“Riku!” Ana cried out when his body went limp, unconsciousness slipping from him. She tried to keep him upright but he was just too heavy, his body slumping to the ground. “Shit!” She looked around frantically, spying a taxi in the distance.

She ran toward it so quickly that her body slammed against the side, startling the driver. He looked at her in shock as her bloody hand slammed against the window.

“Please help! Riku’s going to die!” 

He glanced behind her, seeing the male lying on the ground, as still as the grave. “Get in!”

She hopped into the passenger seat as he took off down the street toward Riku, both of them jumping out as soon as the car came to a stop. With her help, the two managed to load Riku into the back and she slid in with him, pressing her hand against his wound.

“Please hurry!”

“Please don’t die in my car, man!” he cried, the tires squealing as he took off. “I don’t want a haunted cab!”

She didn’t even hear his comment, too focused on the pale face of her boyfriend. Tears slid down her cheeks, falling onto his own. “Please… please don’t leave me, Riku. You promised, remember?” She leaned down, forehead against his own as she whispered out, “You said you’d never leave…”

When they finally reached the hospital, the ER was overcrowded with people. There had been a large pile up so the staff were running around, trying to assist the people who had the most dangerous injuries.

The cab driver helped her carry Riku into the hospital, his feet dragging across the floor. 

“We need help over here!” called the male, trying to get the attention of a nurse who was rushing past.

“Please!” Ana cried, blinking back her tears. “He’s going to bleed out!”

The woman behind the desk picked up the phone, saying something into the receiver before putting it back down and rushing over to them. “Was he in the accident?”

“He was stabbed! He – he -” Tears fell from her eyes, unable to be held back any longer. Panic was beginning to take hold of her, her body trembling. “Please help him!”

He flatlines and they put him on the gurney to take him back. She begs him not to leave her.

She reached forward, pressing two fingers to his neck. “He has no pulse.” With a curse, she rushed over to her desk, grabbing the phone again. “Code blue at the entrance! Code blue!”

“No pulse?” It felt as if her own heart stopped, the words bouncing around her brain but not quite sinking in.

“Lay him down, quick!” ordered the woman as she returned to them, helping them lay him down. She kneeled beside him, beginning chest compressions.

A group of nurses came running from the back, bringing a crash cart with them.

“Riku, please!” Ana sobbed, shaking his shoulder. “Please wake up!”

“Get her back!” 

The cab driver did as he was ordered, wrapping his arms around her in order to pull her away from the group. She fought against him, trying to return to his side.

“Please don’t go where I can’t follow, Riku!”

They cut his shirt, placing the paddles against his chest. “Clear!”

His body shifted from the shock but his heart didn’t start.

“Again!”

“Riku please!” She screamed, still fighting against the man’s hold. “I’ll never forgive you if you don’t wake up!”

The other patients in the waiting area were watching on in horror as they worked to resuscitate him, sending Ana pitying looks that only made her feel worse. 

“Clear!”

His body was shocked again and the nurse placed her fingers against the side of his neck. “We’ve got a pulse!”

Relief flooded her, her legs giving out beneath her. The cabbie slowly lowered them both to the ground, his hand rubbing her upper arm in a comforting manner as she sobbed.

Riku was lifted onto a gurney before they started to wheel him into the back.

Ana jumped up, shoving the cabbie away and attempting to follow but she was stopped by the woman who had been sitting at the desk. “Please, I need to be with him!”

“You’re not allowed into the surgery room,” she spoke softly, knowing how upset Ana was. “Please have a seat. I promise I’ll let you know his condition as soon as possible.”

She could only stare at the double doors as they closed behind the woman, fear and pain curling around her like a heavy blanket. 

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“Got any fours?”

Ana glanced up at Zin who was sitting across from her before glancing at the cards in her hand. “Go fish.”

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed a card from the top of the pile.

It had been nearly two days since Riku was taken into surgery and, though the surgery had been successful, he hadn’t yet woken up. Obviously, she hadn’t been able to tell the doctor the entire truth about the situation, not wanting Riku to get into trouble, but she had made it clear that he had been stabbed by a psychopath. 

The doctor was convinced that Riku wasn’t waking up because he didn’t want to. He claimed this was quite common among patients who have gone through a traumatic experience and he told her that the only thing they could do was be patient.

This was not her strong suit, especially not where Riku was involved. She had been losing her mind and had no choice but to call Zin and tell him everything. She had only planned on telling him that Riku had been stabbed but, once she started speaking, she couldn’t stop. She told him everything, unloading all of her fear and stress.

Though mostly confused and shocked, Zin didn’t complain. He listened to her patiently as he rushed over to the hospital to meet her. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what would have happened to her without him there supporting her.

Her eyes fell on the unconscious male, a frown tugging at her lips.

“He just needs time,” said Zin softly. Despite his reassurances, he also felt very worried by the fact that Riku had yet to wake up. He had to be strong for her, though.

“I know,” she sighed, laying her cards down so she could run a hand through her hair. “I just miss him, Zin. I…” Tears gathered in her eyes but she blinked them back, turning her attention to the window.

It was late, the sky navy blue and dotted with tiny stars, barely visible because of the bright city lights. The moon was a waxing gibbous, the bottom half covered by thin clouds. It was a beautiful sight, but it seemed so dull to her. Everything seemed so much more dull without Riku.

“I know, Ana-chan,” Zin smiled sadly, reaching out to pat her hand. His eyes flickered to her arm and then to the bags beneath her eyes. He knew she hadn’t slept since he was brought into the hospital. “How are you feeling? You should really get some rest.”

Her nose wrinkled at the thought. “I’m fine.”

Zin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know you’re as stubborn as he is, but you can’t just not sleep.”

“I refuse to sleep until he wakes up.”

He just sighed again, resisting the urge to facepalm. Before he could scold her, he caught movement from the corner of his eye. He figured it was just the nurse coming in to check on them but, when he glanced over, he realized Riku was stirring.

“Ana-chan!”

Since she was looking out the window, she hadn’t yet noticed this. “I’ve made up my mind and nothing you say will change that.”

“He’s waking up!”

Her head snapped toward him so quickly that he worried she might have whiplash. Sure enough, a soft groan passed Riku’s lips as his eyes fluttered open, brow furrowed in pain.

His body felt heavy, as if it were made out of lead, and there was an incessant beeping to his right that made him want to punch something. Confusion was the first thing he felt, his foggy brain trying to fill in the gaps and piece together where he was and what had happened.

Ana swallowed hard, resisting the urge to scream his name and throw herself on top of him. Her legs trembled as she stood up, slowly approaching his bed. “Riku?”

At the sound of her shaky voice, he snapped his head to the side, attempting to push himself up only to hiss in pain and fall back down against the pillow.

“Don’t try to get up!” she scolded softly, glancing at his side to see if the wound had started to bleed. “You’ll reopen your stitches.”

He glanced down, realizing he was wearing a hospital gown and had an IV in his arm. He hated hospitals and had been taught to avoid them no matter how bad the injury was. Inhaling slowly, he pushed himself up, vision blurring and head throbbing.

“Riku!” scolded Ana again, trying to push him back down but he shook his head which certainly didn’t help to clear up his vision.

“I don’t do hospitals,” he muttered. “Take me home.”

Zin hummed, appearing at the end of the bed and holding up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Huh?” Riku was confused by the sudden question and he shifted, nervous about the male’s presence. How much did he know? The question worried him.

“If you answer correctly, we can leave.”

“Zin,” she stressed in disbelief. “He’s in no condition to leave!”

“I know.” He sent her a reassuring smile before addressing the male once more. “If you answer incorrectly, you have to stay here without complaint until the doctor releases you. Deal?”

Riku pursed his lips, eyes narrowed at Zin’s hand. He tried his hardest to focus his eyes but his brain refused to cooperate. “Four.”

“Wrong!” he grinned, stepping closer so Riku could see the three fingers he was holding up.

Ana breathed a sigh of relief while Riku huffed in annoyance, falling back against his pillow once again.

Zin patted her on the shoulder before grabbing his jacket from the chair. “I need to go check on the others. Don’t give her too much trouble, Riku, she hasn’t slept.” He waved to the two of them before leaving the room, closing the door to give them some privacy.

Riku frowned at the words, his eyes scanning her face. When he noticed just how exhausted she looked, his frown deepened. “Ana-chan -“

Sobs escaped her lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn’t want to break down in front of him like this, but she was far too tired to try and control herself.

“Please don’t cry,” he told her softly, sliding his hand into hers.

“I thought… I thought I l-lost you…” Her eyes met his and he swallowed hard, taken aback by the raw emotion that lingered there. “You promised to – to never leave… you… you’re a dumbass, Riku!”

His fingers curled around her wrist and, with a sharp tug, he pulled her onto the bed with him, arms wrapped tightly around her body. Her fingers curled around his hospital robe, face buried in his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her touch and it was comforting to her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, fighting against his own tears as he pulled her closer. A simple sorry didn’t feel sufficient for everything that had happened and yet… it was all he could say. 

He always knew he loved her, from the moment they first met. There was something deep inside him that knew he would love her for the rest of his life, but he never realized the true impact she had on him. He never realized that she had become his happiness, his reason to keep moving forward.

Somewhere along the way, she had become his safety net, the one person that kept him from drowning in his own self-loathing. Alone, the weight of his mistakes and poor choices weighed heavily on him, forcing his head beneath the water until he could no longer breathe.

With Ana, though, it all felt more bearable. For the first time in a long time, he felt hopeful. He felt loved. He felt like he was enough. How could he possibly put that into words? How could he make her realize just how much she meant to him? He thought he was doing what was best by leaving her.

He closed his eyes, tears forming small wet spots on his pillow. 

“I love you, Riku,” she whispered, clutching his clothes tighter. “No matter how dangerous it is, I want to follow you on whatever path you take. I don’t want to live without you. I… I can’t live without you.”

Though it was harder for him to admit, he felt the same way. He was perfectly content with Mikaru killing him when he tried to leave Ana’s life. Without her, his world was bleak and his demons threatened to smother him. She was a light in the darkness, though, acting as a protective shield around him that he didn’t feel he deserved.

His hand found the back of her neck and she slowly lifted her head. For several moments, the two just stared at each other. He may not be able to express how he was feeling with words, but she could see it clearly within his glassy eyes. 

With a smile, she cupped his face before leaning down to claim his lips. He groaned in appreciation, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, hands on her hips as he attempted to bring her closer but there was already no space between them.

His tongue slid across her bottom lip and she didn’t hesitate to give him access, their tongues dancing. Neither of them had ever felt so overwhelmed by love and warmth before. It was intoxicating, like a drug that they were both addicted to and couldn’t get enough of.

They didn’t pull away until their lungs were screaming for air, the two of them panting softly as they stared at each other again, foreheads touching. 

Riku swallowed hard, hands gripping her hips tighter. When he spoke, his voice was a soft whisper meant only for her. “Don’t ever leave me, Ana-chan.”

A smile tugged at her lips as she brushed the hair away from his forehead. “I should be saying that to you.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, guilt swirling in his beautiful brown eyes. “I thought I was doing the right thing…”

“That’s all any of us can do,” she hummed softly. “Just know that I will always chase after you. No matter how far away you run, no matter what situation you find yourself in, I’ll find you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” she whispered, claiming his lips again.

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Prompts (listed in order of appearance):

☆ #26 – “Sometimes I get so tired, I don’t even know myself.” / Seeing Double / Working to Exhaustion / “You look awful.”

☆ #18 – “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.” / Blindfold (alt 1 – Betrayal) / Tortured for Information / “Hit him harder.”

☆ #17 – “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” / Collar / Touch Aversion / “Leave Me Alone.”

☆ #23 – “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” / Shadows / Stalking / “Who’s there?”

☆ #4 – “I see the danger, it’s written there in your eyes.” / Cattle Prod / Shock / “You in there?”

☆ #21 – “See the chains around my feet.” / Vows (alt 10 – Shaking) / Restraints / “Don’t move.”

☆ #6 – “Do or die, you’ll never make me, because the world will never take my heart.” / Recording / Made to Watch / “It should have been me.”

☆ #20 – “People don’t change people, time does.” / Blanket (alt 3 – Brass Knuckles) / Found Family / “You will regret touching them.”

☆ #5 – “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.” / Debris / Pinned Down / “It’s broken.”

☆ #15 – “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” / Makeshift Bandages / Suppressed Suffering / “I’m fine.”

☆ #27 – “You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.” / Matches (alt 12 – Broken) / Scars / “Let me see.”

☆ #24 – “I’ve got a head full of chemicals, mouth full of ridicule.” / Goodbye Note / Neglect (alt 4 – Decoy) / “I thought they were with you.”

☆ #28 – “We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now.” / Bloody Knife / Sacrifice / “You’ll have to go through me.” 

☆ #10 – “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” / Broken Phone / Stranded / “You said you’d never leave.”

☆ #8 – “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” / Overcrowded ER / Outnumbered (alt 11 – Panic) / “It’s all for nothing.”

☆ #16 – “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” / Gurney / Flatline / “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

☆ #1 – “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” / Safety Net / Swooning (alt 6 – Playing Cards) / “How many fingers am I holding up?”

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[hyunglinesprincess]

BTS Dick Analysis

Hey y’all! So this is my first ever post and I’m lowkey nervous but it’s ok. I want to start writing various things but for now I’ll start with stories my dirty mind comes up with lol, once I get for comfortable I’ll start taking requests. So, for this first post I’ll do a BTS Dick Analysis (haha starting off strong). I’ve seen a lot of these and I’ve found them interesting so I thought I’d join in on the fun. So enjoy!💜

WARNINGS: Lewd words, descriptive words of male genitalia

I don’t own any of the gifs!!!! (I’m not that talented)

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Kim Seokjin

OF COURSE THIS MAN IS PACKING! Don’t you remember his only scandal. No but seriously Seokjin looks and acts like he would have a big dick. I would say he’s one of the biggest in the group. I think he’d be well above average when fully hard (around 8in don’t @ me) I also wholeheartedly believe he is really thick, like second thickest in the group thick. The general shape of his cock is straight, no obvious curve or big vein, just smooth and pretty even from base to tip. But his BALLS are a whole different story (bro wtf?) I feel like his balls are really big lol. Like in the pic below you’ll see his balls are literally begging to be free. 🫣

Anyways moving on

Min Yoongi

I believe 100% that this man has a THICK cock ok. He might not be the longest but whatever he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. Also I’m a big believer that Yoongi has a slightly curved dick. Not curved to the side I mean curved upwards. So he’s just really digging in there lmao. I also think his cock is so soft and pretty, like I feel he would be very aesthetically pleasing naked.

Jung Hoseok

Hmmm where do I start with this man? THIS MAN IS A GROWER BRUH! He’s lowkey the type to pretend to have a small dick but when he pulls down his pants whew child good luck. I feel he’s like around Jin’s length maybe like 1 1/2 in shorter. But he isn’t as thick as some of the other members. I feel he’s pretty average in terms of thickness but BUT, he does have a veiny dick. I think he have a lot of veins everywhere and one big vein on the underside of his shaft with his cock is slightly curved to the side.

Kim Namjoon

Ok maybe I’m a little bias when it come to the hyung line because I 100% believe Namjoon has the fattest cock in BTS. I have multiple reasons ok. One, he is a big boy so that leads me to believe that everything about him big. And two, he just exudes that big d energy. He nice, funny, talented, kind, smart, and HUMBLE. That’s the recipe for big dick energy. Also he has at least 2 big veins on his cock when fully hard. I don’t think he has a very noticeable curve but I think it’s slightly curved downwards.

Park Jimin

(aww look at his smile🥺🤎)

I just know some of y’all are gonna hate me for saying this but I think Jimin is average🫣. Now average doesn’t always mean small ok, when I say average I mean like 5 or 6 inches. That’s not too bad tbh, some women and men can’t handle more than that so that’s perfect. But I do think he has a thicker than average cock. His cock isn’t even all the way, it’s slightly skinnier at the base and gets thicker as you reach the tip. Plus I think he’s super clean and soft so I think he’s really smooth and shaven down there (including his hole for you know, dessert).

Kim Taehyung

TAECONDA! This man is so big he competes with Jin. I thinks he maybe like half an inch shorter than Jin. But oml he’d most definitely be curved upwards so beautifully. Like he’d make a tummy bulge when he’s inside ahhh. Anyways, his dick would be pretty tan tbh, his skin is nicely tanned so why wouldn’t his dick be. I also think he prefers to let his pubic hair grow to an extent. Maybe just a little bush on top but not around his balls and hole (he’s lowkey a switch).

Jeon Jungkook

(awwww look at his smile and his adorable bunny teeth)

Plz don’t hate me when I say this but Jungkook is not as big as people make his seem ok. I think he around 7 1/2 inches and fairly thick. Nothing too drastic just a nice big wholesome dick (lmao what am I even saying). But I do think his tip his huge. Like that shit would need so much lube before going into whatever hole. Also he apart of the smooth boy club. He’s nice and waxed everywhere because he’s a SWITCH ok. I don’t want any of that “Jungkook is a dom daddy” nah bitch this man can take dick better than most girls ok. I SAID WHAT I SAID!

Okie guys I hoped you enjoyed my weird and perverted word vomit. I’ll try to get to another OT7 fic, soon but college and work are kicking my ass so it probably won’t be soon lmao. But anyways yeah I hope you enjoyed reading this, and I hope you guys will keep reading. Byeee

(AGAIN I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNERS)

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

hi mania. i am so tired and bored. im gonna spam yew with stan gifs because he is the guy ever and i think about him frequently

tbh this above gif is so parallel ford coded. he would fuckinh say that, probably with different wording but also he is so Issues. imagine if the kids gave ford the truth teeth somehow. i mean it technically wouldn't rlly work because unlike stan he Still Has teeth but imagine like hypothetically if it happened. imagine the Horrors. like

"hi grunkle ford :) how're you feeling today?"

"oh! good morning, mabel! i'm just grieving the loss of my brother whom i haven't seen in 30 years. i feel personally responsible for driving him away and possibly leading to his untimely death! how are you doing today :]"

"😶"

tbh. in canon truth teeth stan wpuldve probably let something slip about ford but it's a cartoon gotta Suspend ur Disbelief to imagine that somehow didn't happen

actually like. how do the truth teeth work that way. the wearer clearly has no problem with what they're saying. do they not realize they're telling the truth when they didn't mean to??? do they think they're still giving the same answer as they would've pre-truth teeth??? is lying by omission possible??? could you just pull a Selective Mute and not say anything and avoid telling the truth that way . i mean given you knew you were wearing the teeth but

actually that doesn't even make sense bc in the gif i just sent stan started getting existential Completely unprompted. that makes the chances that he didn't allude to ford that day Even Lower. again it's a cartoon so i'll accept it but like wow

god i sound like dipper rn. sorry for dumping a full analysis in ur inbox LMAO. speaking of dipper here's a gif of the storyboards where he kills dippy fresh bc that shows up if you search stan pines gifs and scroll reallu far down ig

this should've happened idc 💔 letmmy boy KILL

I’m thinking about truth teeth now…. Like what I thought happened was what u said, which is that Stan doesn’t know what he’s saying at all so the truth is completely unaware but also prompted. like I guess it goes both ways where if he’s asked a question he’ll answer unwillingly because well it’s FORCING you to tell the truth, and whenever he has a particularly truthful thought it just comes out. Which is even more odd why ford wasn’t mentioned….. hmmmmm. unlike you I Questioning that, especially since alex knew stan was gonna have a secret twin for most of this….. hmm. HMM. anyways. Yes Yes Yes on the ford thing. They all need therapy. God

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Mr. Spooktacular / Jimmy McGill Imagine

Request: GIRLLLL YOU WRITE FOR BETTER CALL SAUL???? IM ABSOLUTELY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT'S UP IM DYING!!!! i would like to request something for Halloween with jimmy but idk what, something fluffy up to you! dealers choice! im so excited to see how you write him ♥️♥️

This is such a lovely request and I’ve made it so stupid @offbrand-slasher​ I’m so sorry I just feel like he’d be the type of guy to love dressing up to answer the door lmao ily!!

(I do not own Better Call Saul or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @santavenganza.)

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‘Mwahahah, have a spooktacular Halloween! And don’t forget kids, to tell your lovely nanas and bobos where to come for some treats that don’t look like they’ve been shot out from a Chocolate Factory....’ 

Jimmy’s voice trails out as the kids recede down the outer apartment block stairs, shaking their pumpkin buckets in their hands to try and suss how many sweets they bagged this time; his smile finally drops as the last bit of mummy toilet paper disappears over the pavement, and he rubs his chin contemplatively as he turns  and shuts the door, once again, behind him. It takes him a moment to realise he’s managed to wipe off half of the gaudy cream ‘Dracula-esque’ makeup off his chin (as he had sardonically called it when he picked the half-price tube off the drug store shelf on your joint way back from the office that afternoon). When he sees it smeared across his fingers, he whines in exasperation and makes you chortle as he begins to try and wipe it off onto the bin bag looking cape he’s tied across his shoulders.

Pulling his fake teeth out, he points over to where you’re lounging on the couch, half-caught in a stretched yawn by his wagging pointer finger. ‘What, exactly, are you laughing at? I hope it’s not my stunning outfit - this thing cost me nearly twenty bucks, but I think it was worth it.’ He finishes his sad scan over his cheap nylon trousers and fake blood stained frilled shirt with a small smile and ostentatious flick back of his gelled hair. ‘At least it’s got great re-use value: I’ll be able to wear it into HHM next week and still look more sprightly than Howard does.’

You shake your head with as much indignation on Hamlin’s behalf as you can, but Jimmy still smiles and comes shimmying his shoulders towards you. Pressing the palm of your hand to your lips, you try to stop the snorting laugh from busting out as Jimmy drops the near empty candy bowl on the table and kneels down to start dumping freshly opened bags of hard sweets into its depths. Bless his heart, he looks so happy, so childlike and innocent again as he meticulously opens the plastic and grins at the way the sweets fall between his fingers. He’s humming gently to himself, an old country tune his father often used to listen to in the small store shop when Autumn time began to roll around the dusty grounds; when the two of them used to stay late after closing shop to huddle on overturned milk crates in the middle of the shop floor and choose a bag of sweets to share after the Halloween sales were over again for the year. Back in the days when Chuck used to roll up punctiliously after his extra evening classes and be glad to see Jimmy enjoying himself through the store window, sighing sweet relief as he perched down next to his brother and stayed there until the sun would begin to flood over the heads of the golden cornfields and blind his tired eyes.

He blinks back to himself, not realising he had been staring down at his hands for the past thirty seconds, when you gently kick your bare feet against the expanse of his back. He looks behind him, rising up to kneel between your knees and waiting, tenderly and expectantly and as if he had all the time in the world to just gaze and admire you, for you to speak. 

‘You know’, you start ‘it wasn’t even the outfit. It was the fact that they were literal nine year olds you were shouting elder law rhetoric at, Jimmy.’ You affectionately run your hand over his greased up hair, and appreciate the way his shoulders shiver as his head leans back to follow your touch.

‘Phhh’, he waves a hand, and quickly uses it to grab your retreating wrist and place it back on top of his head, like a lonely puppy just begging for someone to show him love. You run your finger down the shell of his ear, teasingly pulling at the lobe as he watches you with eyes wide enough to store all the burning love of the universe within, before snaking your hand into his shirt pocket and nicking one of the candy bars he had slotted in there to eat later. He bats his plastic cape behind him with a twisted frown, which soon falls into a pleading pout as he watches you unwrap and take a bite out of his caramel bar.

‘One: trust me, it’s never too early to get legal advice. They’ll be old people too one day! And trust me, Jimmy McGill will be a family brand for years to come - name up in lights kind of thing. Two: I think you’ll find... that was mine.’

‘Too bad, now it belongs to me.’

You take another bite and chew obnoxiously extravagantly, moaning after each swallow and pretending not to notice the way Jimmy’s eyes rove over your face with a flash of irk and clouding adamant awe. He comes scrambling towards you, crawling on his hands and knees until he’s levered himself up onto the sofa beside you. For a while, it’s peaceful: Jimmy lowers your head onto your shoulder, careful to turn his cheek so the makeup is just lingering above your skin. You wrap your arms tightly around his midriff and squeeze, and Jimmy snorts out a deep breath as he settles back to rest against your chest, the heavy weight in his chest flowing out of his body and bustling away to linger in the dark shadows that cut across the corners of the room, just slight out of the edge of his vision. He turns his head back towards the light: towards you, and tries to focus again on the double bill of horror movie that begins to roll to a close on the cable tv. 

Yet he can’t help himself. It takes less than ten minutes for his focus to wander, for his mind to claw its way back up to you, and the tilt of his head further up your neck soon follows. Like the soft moonlight dying away under the douse of the raging sun, he peers up at you from behind hooded, love struck eyes and just watches the flickers of black and white dance over your face. Without even batting an eye, you lower the half-eaten chocolate bar to his lips and shove it into his mouth so he can share a bite.

Your reverie is broken by the sharp sound of another trick or treater knocking fervently at the door.

‘Ooh, there’s the next lot to fall victim to my-’, he stops as he jumps out of your arms and spins round to face you, wiping the fake teeth back off the table and shoving them into his mouth. With an exaggerated comical baring of his teeth and raised eyebrows at you, he holds out his arms loosely in front of his chest and pretends to take small tip toe steps towards you. ‘The victims of my sharp wit and dashing legal pricing.’

‘You know, when you walk around like that you look more like a zombie than a vampire.’

He drops his arms, ignoring the sound of bustling, giggling footsteps marching around on the small veranda outside the door, and the constant ringing of the front bell. Scrambling towards you like a rat being bashed at with a brush, he launches: tickling your sides until you’re begging for him to stop.

‘You know, you’ve just lost your cuddling privileges for the night.’

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please please please do Ao/Shisui i know you were joking but i need to see this please please

Oh god 🤣

Okay so Shisui/Ao...

Kiri has a cultural competence kink, Ao took one look at Shisui's confidently popped hip and-

Boom!

✨GAY✨

...okay but this is me so you know I have to take it too seriously

Let's look at the context of this pairing (if Shisui is 20ish (LOOK AT THE GIF, HES '14-16'? FUCK OFF) then I'd have Ao between 24-26 so that he'd be minimum mid teens in the last war when he'd get to steal that eye)

Shisui, we know the drill:

Prodigy, ANBU (Captain) in his teens

Dojutsu, absolutely hates bloodline theft

Renowned not for his terrifying Mangekyou but for his revolutionary use of the basic Shunshin

Clan baby absolutely not sitting on his laurels

Feral loyal, sweetheart who will absolutely fuck you up

An absolute mindfuck on top of being wicked smart, responsible and a leader

Ao:

Hunter nin, captain at least

Bloodline thief

probably Clanless because this speaks of not caring for the social/cultural taboo, being pragmatic, taking any edge he can get, and that he has no other kekkei genkai to work on instead

He is feral loyal to the big picture instead of people

Responsible, leadership, an absolute dick tho lmao

Do you see where I'm going with this

Shisui has a bloodline that robs autonomy and effects reality and he's absolutely unhinged loyal to his idea of konoha, so much so that he will brainwash his own clan and, when the plan looks shot to hell, pitches himself over a cliff (leaving his baby cousin with these problems) so that he doesn't have to see the village implode.

Ao has a bloodline that he stole, which invades privacy as well as being inherently taboo, he hunts down his comrades without mercy whenever they betray his own Big Picture loyalty to Kiri, he's one of the few Kiri Shinobi that seems to not only stick out Yagura's reign of Bloodiness but actually do well, and he's probably more of a fixed figure in Kiri's hierarchy than the goddamned walls lmao

There is, frankly, no way they would ever, ever be friends.

However, this is Narutoverse and that means that Enemies-and-Rivalry Homoeroticism is down to a fine art. There is also this amazing precedent of Uchiha/Sharingan users having a hate love rival that makes everyone around them deeply, deeply uncomfortable from both UST and RST (there is no fixing it).

One is trying to focus on another task and the other is frothing at the mouth from lack of attention.

Sasuke and Naruto are winning because they are so ridiculous but Kakashi and Obito literally share their Sharingan pair so Shisui and Ao need to level it up.

They're Enemies to Enemies in Love-Lust and that's the only way it's gonna work for me 😅

Shisui and Ao meet and they hate each other so much that they try to beat each other up with their mouths, because arguing with words did nothing but lead to clashing in a fight which led to a different kind of horizontal activity 🤣🤣🤣🤣 whether this is on a mission that crosses hairs or where they're acting as respective bodyguards for a diplomatic meeting, they are all narrow-eyed glances across the distance. There's a chance that Shisui pulls the High Road Higher Purpose Card and just runs the whole show, leaving Ao spitting mad and enraged in his wake but.... The bloodline theft, that would be personal even if it's not a Sharingan.

Shisui hates that this eye thief is waltzing around but he's also here to do a job... and his Mangekyou might be strong enough to trick a stolen Byakugan, so if they clash then Shisui is confident that he would win AND get the eye.

Ao, meanwhile, is gonna give himself an ulcer as he stews in resentment of Shunshin fucking no Shisui swanning around like he owns the place. If this is after the gif ^^^ above, then he's absolutely grinding his teeth to dust 🤭 if they have to fight the same enemy together, Shisui will naturally be faster and quicker to dispatch but Ao will have a few senbon strike at the perfect moment-

This but Shisui was winning and Ao is desperate to take what wins he can get to match up. The enemy was twitching because Shisui dropped him into a nightmare genjutsu before going for the throat, only for Ao to finally land a senbon now that the fight is not a blur 🤣

Enjoy, Anon 🤣

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Thinking about how Ace was chained up in impel down with his arms up and slightly pulled back like that

I know it’s probably a safety precaution, immobilising all level 6 prisoners and all but…

Neither Jinbe and Crocodile were chained up in the same way, and arguably are so much more infamous and dangerous than Ace (ex warlords)

There’s two options

1. The realistic one where Jinbe and Crocodile (+other prisoners) are much older than Ace and have experience and maturity to assume there’s really not much they can do about their situation so they’re not as incapacitated???, jail sucks lmao and they can only rly just hope to rot away with dignity, where as Ace is probably the youngest and probably fought back a little hence his arms being pulled up like that

2. The degenerate option where I personally think it’s because Ace’s arms are seen as a threat and they need to pin them down before he can cause any kind of damage, i know it was technically filler but (was it??)

They forgot about his mouth and legs… but also proven that he can fight whilst wearing Seastone handcuffs?

I don’t particularly care about the argument over whether or not Ace could use Haki, basically “if Oda Knew if Haki was going to be this important” the answer is Yes.

No doubt about it, but Seastone seems to have varying properties, obvs the ocean is the strongest counter to DF eaters but we’ve had different characters react to seastone cuffs differently, Law wasn’t a pushover, Marco survived with cuffs too, Ace could fight in them as per the gif set above (filler probably i dont care lmao i love that he caught a trident between his fucking teeth)

Does this mean as long as a DF character has good enough haki in seastone cuffs, they cant use their power but they can still function… normally? Only the ocean truly saps their strength (as shown by luffy and chopper +brook cuz they fall overboard lmao)

Maybe im missing the point this isnt about power level or whatever its just me waffling on about how much I love Ace lmao and that I think they had to chain him so specifically for two reasons

Fan service and because if they didnt

He’d bend the bars out

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Your Brother, Sirius Black, Catching You and Remus Lupin Kissing • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hi!!! Could you write headcanons for Sirius Black's sister dating Remus Lupin and getting caught kissing? — anon

Warnings: kinda player!sirius mention??, kissing

A.N: gn! Reader, you’re Sirius’ twin lmao, also it’s so short djdjjd sorry about that

•

Ok well your hiding spot wasn’t the best, to be quite honest with you

Like ok, the area behind Greenhouse 2 is secluded, mostly covered by various plants and flowers, it was pretty untamed

But it was also a notorious make out spot

The blooming flowers and the dim sunlight filtering in was very romantic

Which was exactly your downfall

Remus has one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheek while the other one plus with your fingers near your lap

He’s so delicate with you

“My love” is something constantly murdered against your lips

Your fingertips trace his scars and he shivers at the touch

His teeth nibble at your lips and every time you have to pull away to breathe, your eyes meet

Remus’ golden eyes sparkle even in the dim light

The tips of his ears are twinged pink and it just makes you pull him even closer to you

Your hands make it up to his curly hair, desperate to deepen the kiss a bit more when you hear it

“What the bloody hell is going on here?”

You and Remus practically jump apart, heads quickly turning to the all too familiar voice of your twin brother

He stands there, eyes wide with a girl on his arm

“One of my best mates…and my twin?”

“Don’t be such a drama queen Sirius” you roll your eyes, still a bit embarrassed by being caught snogging

Remus is extremely red and stuttering out how he really likes you and Merlin, it’s adorable

You take his hand, squeezing it to comfort him

Sirius 100% threatens that they’ll have a discussion later about whole “revolving scenario that traumatized him” before leaving, taking that poor and confused girl with him lmao

“Well that was one way to tell him…”