#i just now noticed something that was already accomplished last year

[martinmuhl]

• i can see you

pair: kate martin x reader

warnings: cussing, tension, angst (?)

from an anon request - friends to lovers!

“god, they are insufferable! like come on, everybody knows they like each other but them! what are we going to do?” jada paced around the room, looking down at gabbie sprawled across the bed.

“jades, i’m not sure what we can do. it’s been like this for months and they’re still so oblivious. cait? any suggestions?” gabbie asked. sprawled next to her was caitlin who looked exhausted by this conversation.

“you guys already shot down my “making each other jealous plan” months ago,” caitlin finger quoted. “and now you want my help?” she sighed, flinging her head back on the bed next to gabbie.

“you know what, let’s do it. everything else has failed so why not? cait, you and y/n had that one night together last year and you know kate hates talking about it so this your chance. so you flirt with her and make kate jealous, then boom mission accomplished!” jada exclaimed, a giant smile resting on her face. caitlin rolled her eyes.

“don’t say one night like it was this big thing! we kissed drunk off a dare one time, but fine i’ll do it. especially if it gets those two annoying fucks to stop pining after each other. bar tonight?” caitlin asks, rolling off the bed to start getting ready.

two hours later, you walk into the bar with your group of friends. after you and kate had stayed back after practice to run some more plays, you got the invite to the bar and you weren’t going to pass up the chance to see kate in her usual bar outfit. hair pin straight, white tank top that showed just a sliver of her stomach, black ripped jeans, and air forces, but the star of the show were the rings hugging her fingers. you couldn’t get enough of her.

“you guys go grab a table, gabbie and i are going to head to the bar. y/n, your usual?” kate asked, smiling at you. you blushed and nodded. she was so confusing. you two had been friends since freshmen year. she knew you like the back of her hand, but sometimes she would flirt with other girls and get mad at you for doing the same. you knew you liked her, but you just could never tell if she felt the same. rather than telling her and risking the end of your friendship, you decided to just let it be.

kate and gabbie had made it back to the table with the drinks, kate sitting right beside you. your legs touched and you couldn’t help but shiver. you looked up to say something to her, but were cut off by caitlin.

“y/n, you look gorgeous tonight. that’s the same top you wore when we kissed right?” you could feel your face get hot. why would she bring that up? kate hates talking about it and you agreed that no one would bring it up ever again.

“thanks,” you giggled, liking the attention that you wish kate would give you. “and yeah, it is. you remember my top?” you questioned, returning her energy. you felt kate shift in her seat, taking her leg away from yours.

“how could i forget?” caitlin teased, taking a sip of her drink. gabbie and jada stifled back a laugh. next to you, kate mumbled something about getting another drink as she hurried out of the booth. you gave her a weird look, not understanding why her mood shifted all of a sudden. while she was gone, caitlin asked if you wanted to dance. you agreed, not seeing any reason to say no. your friend caitlin was hot, but that kiss was nothing. you didn’t feel anything for her but friendship and she knew that, so you weren’t sure what she was doing. nonetheless you decided dancing together wouldn’t hurt anything.

stalking back toward the table, kate noticed the two of you gone. looking around, she couldn’t see you surrounded by all the bodies on the dance floor. “where did they go?” she asked gabbie and jada, her face becoming hot.

“oh caitlin wanted to dance, so they’re probably out there now. who knows though, they may be taking a trip down memory lane.” jada giggled, turning to gabbie who was also laughing. kate was fuming. of course she never told anyone about her feelings, but could they not tell? caitlin had told kate that she didn’t feel that way towards you, but what was happening now? she couldn’t take it any longer, she needed to know.

barging through the bodies on the dance floor, she found you and caitlin pressed together dancing. she couldn’t help herself, grabbing you and dragging you to the bathroom. pushing you in and locking the door, she turned to look at you. your face was red and sweaty. you were having a good time, but this is where you wanted to be… with kate.

“what’s your problem? you’ve been acting weird all night and now this? kate what’s going on?” you asked, hands on your hips. she looked devastatingly beautiful, even with a sour expression.

“so you and cait huh? you flirt and dance all night, what’s next? another drunken kiss that obviously meant something to the both of you?” she crossed her arms, staring at you. you could see the anger in her expression, but what would it matter if you and caitlin kissed again? why does she care so much?

finally, you understood. you couldn’t help but tease her now. “so what if we did kiss again? we’re both single, and you’re my best friend so you’d hear all about it.” you say with a smirk.

turning away from you, she mumbles, “i don’t want to hear about that shit.”

“why not, kate? why does that bother you so much?” you step towards her, pushing her. wanting and waiting for her to take the bait.

“because i love you, y/n. you’re mine and i can’t stand the thought of you being with her or anybody else. i flirt with other people and i get mad because im scared to lose you.” kate exhales, looking away. you’re shocked, but you smile because this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

you tilt her chin to look at you, then crush your lips against hers. “i’m yours, huh? i love you too, you jealous dork.”

[smimon]

Something something hope confirmed something something I had no faith but kept going only to succeed in the most unexpected moment something something I was about to continue anyway but if I lose both the faith and the hope in the future, I should remember this one time it worked

This is a post about my creative process and it is very personal to me but it might be difficult to understand because I am not good with words and it is basically the very point here

So yeah many of the comics I make come from my need to communicate certain messages, and I am very bad at communication so it usually doesn't work.

I look at the "failed" stories and save them for later, hoping to perfect them when I have more skill, but in the meantime I recycle the same motif in a new story.

New fandom, new characters, new setting, new tone, new genre, same heart, same me.

And I keep adding them, rows of iterations of the same message dressed in new clothes like character skins in video games. And I keep thinking: I will return to you all and complete you all in the future, and this way my message will be heard, it will be heard in many voices until it maybe gets to someone.

Then something unexpected happened with giant K series. I explained it somewhere, this series is based on a kind of motif I have been using for years, every few years a new retelling, new layout, new skin, but at core always the same.

(How to explain it? It is a silly comedy series, but at the same time it can be a reflection of a strained mind, silenced heart, confused soul. I don't have the right words yet.)

And this time, for the first time ever, it worked. I managed to start posting it, I managed to complete the plot, I managed to make it consistent, whole, harmonic.

And I almost dropped the series soon after it started, ready to put it among its ancestors to wait forever for a revival. But a friend encouraged me to keep going, and after The Post I managed to regain faith in it myself. And then, just recently, I realized that I did in fact manage to tell the story. I alreay told it. This did not change much in the world, but it changed a lot in myself.

And I started to think that maybe I couldn't complete the message before because I didn't have the right material, not enough building bricks that could fit together to form the shape of my thought. And maybe I will never get to complete the other variants of this motif, because the tools I have used constructing them were not the right ones. It was always trial and error, and I am lucky to have somehow landed a way that worked.

(I can still use the plots built around the older takes to tell stories to entertain so it's not like they are useless or something. Also I love them dearly and will never leave them)

I don't know, I am just so happy this lil series got to exist, and that it brings people joy. It brings something else to me too, something I cannot exactly express with words. I might make another comic about it one day lol

[jongseongsnudes]

pretty

bff!jake. 1.6k. smut ft. roommate!jay.

“i- wh- what the actual fuck?”

“i said what i said, let me suck you.”

“you’ve lost it,” the startled man leans away from you, his face contorted from your sudden suggestion, “all that studying finally broke you.”

“god jake,” you roll your eyes and lean forward, almost closing the gap between your bodies entirely, “why are you making it more complicated than it needs to be? i just need to suck your dick for like a minute.”

the poor man’s expression is one that has you immediately in a fit of laughter, confusion, disgust with a hint of arousal, all displayed across his face at the same time.

yes, it was a weird request to make towards your best friend but it’s not like you haven’t done it before. and for some unexplainable, wild reason, sucking his dick always calmed you. especially in times when you were stressed over your head about classes.

like right now.

“who asks their bestfriend shit like this like it’s the most normal thing to do?”

“for the last time. sim jaeyun will you let me suck you off?” you get up from the bed as you say so, arms folded, your tone more of a threat than a question, “you do realise jay is next door, and i’m pretty sure he’d be more than willing to let me suck-”

“okay okay! for fucks sakes suck me then! no need to bring out the government name.”

your hand is already at his thigh before he could even finish his sentence, immediately palming him through his sweat pants. with an accomplished grin on your face, you kneel down in between his spreaded legs on the floor, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. it’s something you know for a fact jake likes you doing, giving him that full attention, like he’s the only thing that mattered to you in the moment.

“fuck- why do you do this shit to me?” he whispers, his voice much lower than before. he watches you through lidded eyes, his gaze entirely on your new submissive position in front of him, “you’re so evil.”

“and you love it, jake.”

the way his dick twitches in your hand to the call of his name only excites you more, further pushing you to get a move on. so you do just that, pulling off his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one quick motion before grabbing onto his member.

the man’s deep groans instantly fill the room as you begin to jerk him painfully slow, your evil self enjoying the situation a little too much. you can’t help but pout when you notice the way his clutch on the bedsheets tightens because it should be your hair he’s gripping. not the damn bedsheets.

“c- come on don’t tease.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about...” lies. you knew exactly what you were doing, and to make things worse for him, you decide to lean in closer to his leaking tip. but obviously not close enough.

the frustrated sigh that emits from his throat is hard to miss, the sound making you chuckle a little to yourself.

he’s so desperate for you, just like how you wanted him to be.

“you’re so hard jake... look at you.”

“i swear to god- oh shit!”

your lips pressing onto his tip is enough to have him in a puddle, his words no longer coherent. it makes you feel good to be able to make jake turn into such a mess, without having to do much at all.

“you enjoy doing this to me don’t you?” there’s a sudden change in his eyes, his gaze dark and serious as he reaches out to grab the back of your neck, holding you still in place to look at him, “you’re such a brat.”

if there’s one thing you’ve learnt about jake over the years, is that the man is a big softie when it comes to you, always letting you have your way no matter how ridiculous it is.

but the only times jake will not let you have your way are times like these. it’s as if something switches in him, going from soft to dominant all in two seconds when you push the right buttons.

when you were bratty.

and god was this jake hot.

“jake...”

“you were all talk before,” he taunts, a smirk forming on the end of his lips, “go on. show me what that mouth can do besides shit talk.”

and you didn’t need to be asked twice, especially not by jake sim.

your mouth quickly wraps around his hard on, barely managing to take half of it before you can feel it hit the back of your throat. although you’ve done this numerous times before, jake’s size always managed to surprise you.

no more words are needed, the room now filled with his grunts and the sound of you slobbering all over his dick. you know you should be embarrassed by your noises, but you’re not, your only goal now was to please the man.

often enough, you’d imagine how good it’d feel to have him fuck you with it. making you feel good, making you cum.

it was so wrong to have such fantasies about your best friend but every time you’re in bed with your hands down your pants, there’s no one else you’d rather think of but jake sim.

tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes as you continue moving your head, sucking on his length like your life depended on it. hard and fast, edging the man closer and closer towards his release.

his tightened grip on the back of your neck tells you that he’s close. so you do what you do best, grabbing onto his base with both your hands, stroking it in sync with your mouth.

“f- fuck- i’m gonna-” he mumbles while trying to pull your head away but you don’t budge, hinting for him continue on. and he does just that, finishing deep in your mouth, his cum slowly dripping out the corners of your lips as you pull away.

he tastes bitter, the vast amount a little hard to swallow but you manage nonetheless. the sight of you struggling has the man smirking, obviously loving the way you look with his mess dripping down onto your top.

“you look so pretty like this.”

“pretty only like this? wow you’re such a gentleman sim.”

“no,” he chuckles before pulling you up, your body slightly falling onto his at the force. his arms are quick to stable you, literally manhandling you to straddle over his lap in which you were more than happy to do, “you’re always pretty. the prettiest.”

your heart unknowingly skips a beat to his sudden compliment, as if you didn’t just suck him off and as if there wasn’t a massive cum stain on your top. you knew jake had a way with his words when it came to the ladies but this? this wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, not to you, his best friend.

“what?” he laughs, his hands already at the ends of your top, hastily pulling it over without hesitation, “where did that bratty mouth of yours go?”

“jake...” you whimper at the coldness hitting your skin, the sensation making you hard inside your bra.

“shit. you’re perfect.”

he yanks on your hair as he says so, pulling your head back so he could attack the exposed skin on your neck. you’re already a moaning mess at this point, the feeling of his lips on your sensitivity, one that has you seeing white all over.

“you don’t like it when i’m nice but prefer it when i’m like this?” his grip in your hair tightens more, making you whimper out in surprise, much to his liking. you could feel him smiling into your skin, as if pleased by your reaction to his actions.

the man is being rough and as sick as it was, you were enjoying every second of it.

“you even sound pretty, i wonder what you’d sound like if i were to fuck you,” jake’s voice is one you’ve never heard from him before, raspy and deep. even deeper than his morning voice, which you’ve always found so fucking hot already.

“do you want me to fuck you?”

“god yes jake, please.”

you never understood why you and jake hadn’t fucked yet. you’ve sucked his dick, given him handjobs and he has fingered you here and there. but that’s all it ever got to. despite the oh-so-obvious sexual tension that always followed you both aound, you two just didn't fuck.

“as much as i want to hear you, you have to try to be quiet tonight,” his lips makes its way towards yours, leaving behind a trail of gentle kisses on your skin, “jay is next door-”

“maybe you should’ve thought of that 30 minutes ago, when i was sleeping. too late now.”

and to your horror, there standing at jake’s opened door is his handsome roommate jay who looked like he was about to burn the apartment down with his glare alone. the man’s unkempt hair and boxers-only outfit tells you perhaps he had been sleeping, which made you feel awful for being so loud just now.

but despite his glares, you noticed one other thing. it’s that he’s looking directly at you, at your barely covered chest, like he had been the entire time he was standing there.

fuck.

end.

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[xiaosfiance]

mha x fem! reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ ¡! sypnosis;;❞ ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤Your life is nearing its end with only a handful of days left to your name. Before you meet your untimely demise, you’re determined to check out everything listed within your bucket list. Although, to truly complete the objectives listed down, it seems like you’ll have to enroll into a hero school…

Or: a girl with 3 years left to live enrolls into U.A to complete her bucket list before dying.

"So, how is my condition?"

The fan hummed, filling the void in the air. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The silence seemed to stretch out for an eternity until the doctor fixed his glasses and spoke.

"I'm sorry." he lowered his head.

"Based on the recent tests your-" his facade of professionalism begun to crack  "It- it's progressed significantly. I'm afraid that based on our current assessment you have about..."

The smile on your face slipped for a moment, but you quickly regained it and giggled lightheartedly.

""It got worse, I presume?" You asked, cutting him off before he could continue. Perhaps you did that on purpose. "Don't tell me how much time I have left, I can already tell I won't like the answer." 

"I just wish there was more we could do for you miss [Last Name], I'm truly sorry." Dr. Shojin's voice shook, and he quickly looked away. "I apologize, this is unprofessional of me."

"Didn't I tell you to call me [First Name]?" The doctor almost asked how could you be so calm right now while he was on the verge of tears.

"I...I promised...but in the end-" he choked.

"I'm sorry."

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The chair creaked as you rocked back and forth absentmindedly. From the years of overuse, one of it's feet was left worn down and noticeably a length shorter, which caused the chair to awkwardly tilt to the side if you pressed too much weight against it. You've grown fond of using it as a makeshift rocking chair, even if it wasn't intended for that purpose. 

But today, you're not sat upon it to admire the scene outside the window— but to stare at the nearly-2-meter-long-list of objectives that you were supposedly meant to check out before your deadline.

...

Just how on earth and the heavens above were you supposed to do all this within such a short time?!

Your eyes trailed down the length of the paper. Might as well just add 'die before completing everything' to the list! But that kind of defeats the whole purpose of this in the first place...after all, dying before being able to check everything off would be something that you'd regret. And that is the opposite of the goal you ultimately wish to achieve through this bucket list:

To pass on without any regrets.

Sighing, you scratched your head with the back of your pen. Some of the things written here are close to impossible (but you're the one who wrote everything down so the only one to blame is yourself) to achieve without breaking a few laws here and there, though living in a society built on heroes makes that hard to accomplish. And some of the tasks require you to become a hero yourself! (Then again, who's fault is that?)

It's been quite some time since you've begun your conquest of taking down the challenges listed in your bucket list one by one. So far, you have completed about-

...Break an expensive relic in a museum... go shark diving... go bungee jumping with an electrical extension cord... gaslight a stranger into believing they are your sibling...

You have completed approximately about 0.4% of the list in the span of 2 months!

...

The pen fell to the ground with a thump as your arms fell to your side in hopelessness. At this rate, you're never going to be able to complete this list.

Truth be told, as you were listing down the things you wanted to do before dying, the question 'Is it humanely possible to do all of this before my deadline?' never even crossed your mind. 

As each second passed while you pondered about the different ways you could finish the list, the clock on the wall ticked, its hands moving while time went on.

Tick. Tock.

You started to feel like you should get up and find something better to do before you regret not doing so sooner. A familiar feeling started to take root within your stomach at that thought.

But...technically, you were doing something, weren't you? You were thinking. Thinking about how exactly you'll pull this off. So you technically weren't wasting time, right?

Tick. Tock.

The birds outside your window chirped as they took off in a flight, their feathers slowly descending as they left.

Tick. Tock.

Actually... you might have an idea...

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"Haha! Good one, kid," The man chuckled, but a beat passed. "Wait...are you being for real right now?"

Your blank stare gave him the answer he needed.

"...A hero school, huh?" He muttered. "I think it's nice you want to be one and all. I'd be happy to help you enroll in one, but it's abit too late, ain't it?"

He leaned into his chair, spreading his bright vermillion wings out while he scratched the side of his cheek. "The entrance exams for all hero schools in Japan ended weeks ago. Even if I wanted to, I can't."

The brows on your face were knitted together as you frowned. "I'm sure you have the connections and status to get me into one, don't you?" You insisted.

"Geez...did you seriously call me here just for that?" He sighed as he shook his head in mock disappointment. "I don't have a lot of free time these days, ya' know. Asking me to use my status as a hero to enroll you into a hero school... what an underhanded method— that's pretty bold, even for you." The man before you crossed his arms and looked into your eyes, as if he were trying to study you.

That suspicious look in his eyes quickly went away as soon as it appeared. 

"Don't you think it's kinda unfair to the attendees who actually worked hard to get into those schools if you just mysteriously enrolled thanks to my help?" He asked, going back to his usual lax tone. "And it practically goes against the values of being a hero, too."

Running a hand through his blond locks, he looked off into the wall in deep thought. "Makes me wonder why you're suddenly so determined to become one now. Why didn't you just enroll while the entrance exams were ongoing?" He glanced back at you briefly, his eyes filled with curiosity instead of the wariness that previously occupied his mind.

"But, if you want to experience being a hero that badly, I'm sure I can pull some strings to get you into my agency. Or, better yet have you as my sidekick, ey?" He gave you a smile. "You won't have to deal with homework, it won't be unfair to the students in hero courses, and most of all— you get to work with me!"

His idea was met with a scoff, but he seemed persistent. You couldn't tell if it was because he was trying to steer you away from the idea of taking advantage of his status and fame to forcibly get you into a hero school, or if he just really wanted to spend more time with you. It was more likely the former.

"And how often is it that you get to work alongside Japan's No.3 hero, Hawks, huh?"

"No thanks." You quickly refused.

You wanted to enroll into a hero school to complete your tasks; atleast that way, you will be able to avoid the responsibilities that come along with it more easier. But actually working? No. You simply don't have enough time for that, and quite frankly, you won't even live to see the day you become a full fledged pro hero within the ranks like the obnoxious guy Infront of you.

"Aww," Hawks flashed you a mock frown, but behind his yellow visors, his golden eyes were tinted in amusement. "Don't you want to work with— or for— lil' ol' me?" 

"Absolutely not. I hate— no, detest the idea of doing so. Enroll me into a hero school."

He took a bite of his chicken with a sour expression as he grumbled something that fell deaf to your ears. "Well, it doesn't matter," Hawks shrugged it off.

"What's with the sudden request, anyway? Last time I remember, you dropped out of school."

You averted your gaze and crossed your arms. "It's none of your business."

Hawks smile faltered for a quick moment.

"None of my business? Last time I remember you were my business." His tone remained playful, although it had taken an edge that suggested that he was anything but that.

When you chose not to reply, the silence in the atmosphere was so palpable it was like you could cut through it with a knife. Although, the silence between the two of you couldn't even compare to the day you got the news from the doctor. 

It continued on like this for a few moments, staring at you with that same calculative gaze he'd use when interrogating criminals, but without the tenacity or menacing glare he would use to get the villains to spill their secrets. Seeing your unbothered response, Hawks sighed reluctantly. 

"Okay, okay, fine. Keep your secrets close to yourself, if you want to hide them that badly." Hawks shook his head, once again going back to his usual self. "Still, though, there's nothing I can do about it. You either join my agency, or wait next year to enroll."

Nothing you can do about it? Huh... that sounds familiar.

You didn't realize you said that outloud until Hawks raised his eyebrow. "...What?"

Well, since you've already said it, might as well go with a flow. You need to find a way to enter a hero school, no matter what. 

"Nothing you can do about it?" You took a deep breath for what you were about to do. "Are you sure about that? You have the power to do do so, though. But you won't."

"Seriously, I can't, kiddo. It's not good for me to use my status like that-"

"You can't? You can't do anything about it; like the day you couldn't do anything for my parents?"

 And just like that, Hawks expression fell and twisted into a painful mix of guilt, confusion and despair that he desperately tried to suppress.

You arose from your seat, and made your way towards the exit. "Didn't know you were a man who clung to his values that tightly."

"Atleast do this for me, because you couldn't save them."

When Hawks came back to his senses, you were already gone.

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2 days later, the doorbell to your apartment rang and you opened the door to see a mailman handing you a letter.

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HI :33 this story and all the OTHER CHAPTERS are available on quotev!! If u liked this one shot (or prologue, rather) check it out<33

[harlowcomehome]

Vintage Celine and birthday showers:

⚠️: Slightly suggestive.

Your birthday was always just another day to you, you didn’t see it as special. You usually didn’t like to make a big deal a bit, but your husband was completely the opposite.

Jack had it ingrained in him that birthdays were special and should always be celebrated. So when you woke up on your birthday, you already knew to be mentally prepared for the busy day ahead.

The two of you had a conversation about being subtle this year, but you knew that it went in one ear and out the other.

You sat up in bed, the smell of French toast filled your nostrils. A small smile emerged on your face, he knew french toast was your favorite and had no doubt been panicking all morning about it coming out right.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before doing anything else. It wasn’t until you were halfway through your routine that you noticed your birthday card taped to the mirror. He knew the mirror would see you before he did, proving once again how well he knew you.

You opened the card, surprised at the long paragraph he had written to you. His words making your heart skip a beat and your eyes stung a little. You placed the card on your dresser and headed to the kitchen, noticing he had covered the entire living room ceiling in balloons.

You hadn’t said a word but he spotted you as you emerged from the bedroom. “Happy birthday beautiful!” He placed the spatula down and ran over to you. His warm embrace, making you smile into his chest.

“Good morning handsome” you hummed, as he bent down to kiss your lips.

“Did you see the balloons?” He proudly puffed out his chest feeling accomplished at his idea.

“How could I miss them?” You giggled at the high ceiling wondering how in the hell he was ever going to get them down. “I love it, so much.”

“Have a seat birthday girl. I’ll serve you breakfast” he smiled, putting two slices of fruity pebble french toast and a sausage patty on a plate, before walking it over to you.

“Do you want coffee or tea?”

“Chocolate milk” your answer surprised him, but he nodded getting out the milk and chocolate syrup.

“I appreciate you doing this” you hummed as you bit into your food, the flavors dancing on your tongue.

He sat beside you, handing you your drink as he sipped on his lukewarm earl grey tea. “After breakfast, I have some other plans in mind” A sneaky smirk spread across his face.

“I figured you did” You smiled, knowing he wouldn’t dare give you a hint but you poked at it anyway. “What’s the plan?”

“Nope, it’s a secret” he chuckled, sneaking a bite of your french toast off your plate with his fingers.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You narrowed your eyes at him as a string of syrup hung from his bottom lip. You reached toward him gently brushing it off before he could answer.

“I had to taste test before you woke up to make sure it was good” his laugh making you immediately laugh too.

“Thank you for doing this” You held his hand with one hand as you ate with the other.

“It’s nothing compared to everything you do for me.” He meant that, knowing all you had sacrificed to be with him was something he thought about often.

When you were done eating, Jack followed you to the bedroom, hot on your heels. “I was thinking we could save water and shower together this morning.”

“But of course- it’s all I asked for, for my birthday” you winked as you started to take your pajama pants off.

“Guess I can return your other gift then?” He teased as he picked up a giant gift bag he was hiding on the side of the bed.

“Now, I never said that” You held your hands out for your gift, making him laugh as he handed you the bag.

You started to take the gift tissue out one by one until you saw it, throwing the rest of the gift tissue to the side.

You gasped, “Is this…?”

“The vintage Celine purse you’ve been searching everywhere for, for the last year? Yeah!” he was proud of his purchase, knowing that to you it was more than a materialistic item but proof that he listened when you rambled on and on about things.

“How did you get this?” You pulled out the bag, ran to your full-length mirror, and modeled it, against your pajama shirt and bare legs.

Jack walked over to you, brushing your hair out of your face with his hands, “Your husband is very persuasive.”

You leaned in to kiss him, holding the bag in your arms still.

“Oh yeah?” You played in his curls, something that always relaxed him.

“Mhmm” he moaned against your lips, distracted by the way you were touching him.

You hummed at his touch, his hands beginning to explore your body, as he left a trail of wet kisses along your neck. He sent shivers down your spine, as you carefully set the bag down.

“Now about my other gift?” You winked pulling at his boxers as Jack hastily ripped his clothes off, throwing them chaotically around the room.

“I think I might just like this gift more than the purse” you giggled, your eyes on his naked body.

“I’ll make sure you are confident in saying you like this more than the purse” he rasped as he gestured to his groin, making your stomach warm as you led him to the shower.

[ironstrange1991]

You Are My Home

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is happy to get home and have you there waiting for him.

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: Very lovely p n v sex, basically just fluff.

A/N: Wrote this yesterday afternoon and decided to post it while the sex pollen fic isn't ready yet. Hope you like it.

Stephen used to be a man of exquisite tastes, who wanted to own the best car, impress as many women as possible, draw the most attention to himself at all times. This was Stephen before the accident, then there was Stephen after the accident, the one who lost everything he owned, who stopped looking after himself because he just couldn't make his hands obey him, the one who found purpose in the mystical arts and which ended up being dragged into the infinity war and blipped for five years.

Today Stephen was a third type of man. Less arrogant, more wise, he liked to think. Neither rich nor poor, but a comfortable thing between those two, somewhat eccentric in style for his old self's eyes, but most important of all: Stephen had you now. The woman he met after returning from the blip, with whom he had been together for three years and who had now agreed to live with him permanently in the Sanctum. Stephen was for all intents and purposes married now, although the papers still hadn't been signed and he still hadn't slipped a ring on your finger.

He never thought it could make him so happy. Of course, you made him happy enough just by loving him, but there was something special about knowing that every time he came home you were there to welcome him. It made him feel that everything he fought for, sometimes such abstract concepts as reality, the universe, now had a form and a name. You.

That night when Stephen opened a portal to the Sanctum after returning from an extremely long mission, he felt lots of feelings welling up in his chest. Satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment for having succeeded in yet another mission, relief for finally being home and knowing that he could take a shower and give his tired body the much-deserved rest, and a much stronger feeling, one that dominated all the others: gratitude for you being the first thing he saw when he got home.

You laid lazily under a blanket in the sofa of the living room, distracted by whatever it was you were watching. Your face lit only by the brightness that came from the tv once all the lights were off and just for being there, Stephen thought, you made the Sanctum Sanctorum really feel like home.

The loud sound of the tv and the horrendous screams and a horrifying music were enough reasons for you not to notice his presence, which made Stephen smirk to himself and close the portal behind him. He walked slowly towards you, his boots making the floor under his feet squeak and finally you looked up at him with a beautiful smile and promptly sat down crisscrossed on the couch.

"Hey, you're here. I had already given up hope that you would come back today." You said stretching out your hand for him to hold and pulling him closer.

"I confess it took me longer than I expected this time, but in the end you know I always come back to you." He said snapping his fingers and turning on the living room lamps, which made you squint behind the lenses of your glasses. You examined him closely, running your hands down his arms and chest and then letting out a small sigh of relief.

"No injuries this time, a real miracle."

"Sometimes it happens." Stephen chuckled, reaching his hands up to the sides of your glasses and carefully taking them off. He placed them on top of the coffee table. "Now I want a welcome kiss."

With those words, Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew up the stairs as if it knew the two of you deserved a few moments alone after everything Stephen had been through the last few days.

"Hm, I think I want to give you more than just a kiss." You replied letting yourself be pulled to his lips. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the couch like you weighed nothing. He sat up and helped you straddle him and as soon as you settled into his lap you pulled him to your lips again, your hand holding him around the back of his neck, the other running aimlessly down his chest, your hips gridding on him until you managed to get a moan from his lips. Moan that you smothered with your kisses full of saliva, teeth, and desire.

Now this feels like home. Stephen thought.

"I missed you, Stephen." You breathed right under his ear, making his skin tingle and an electrical current run down his spine towards his cock, making him throb beneath you.

"I missed you too, Sweetheart."

Unable to contain the desire he felt for you, Stephen grabbed your hips and forced you down, grinding you on his cock and closing his eyes, lolling his head back and letting you continue with your kisses and nibbles on his lips, chin and neck. It all felt too good to be true. He had won one more mission, he was home and you were there in his lap.

He exhaled deeply cupping your face between his hands. "Let's go upstairs, I need a shower first, I'm all sweaty and dirty."

But you were eager to deny his suggestion, grabbing a handful of his hair in the back of his head and placing your other hand flat on his chest to hold him in place.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, "I like it. It's very masculine."

Stephen couldn't help but giggle, but shortly after he let out a loud moan when you rolled your hips on top of his cock in such a way that he saw stars. After 12 days away from home, he was climbing the walls, begging for some relief and you were more than willing to torture him with all that tease.

"You smell good actually. Makes me horny." You confessed. Stephen loved that about you. You were always so open about everything with him, especially in bed.

"May I?" You asked taking your hands to his belts and glancing at him through your lashes.

He nodded and you were quick to unbuckle all the belts. After years of doing that you could tell you were used to dealing with Stephen's robes, and an instant later you had his cock out of his pants. You pumped him slowly and then stopped for a second just to spit in your hand and bring the saliva to the tip of his cock. You lifted yourself up enough to pull the pajama shorts you were wearing to the side and direct him inside you.

"Fuck" Stephen groaned when you let yourself sink on his length. His head tilting back, eyes closing.

You kissed him passionately, but instead of starting to move you just stood there, still, feeling him pulsing inside you. That was like heaven for you.

When you finally moved, you did it slowly, not necessarily searching for a release, but taking your time, enjoying the feeling of having the man you loved between your legs.

He didn't thrust up, instead he pulled you to his mouth, placing kisses on your lips, on your chin, down to your neck, rubbing his goatee there and smirking at the prickling of your skin. He loved that.

You kept that slow motion pace for what seemed like a long time, neither of you willing to change a thing about it, reveling in that intimacy of making love instead of fucking that you knew was so rare.

When your release came it wasn't like an explosion, but like a flowing river, strong but calm, long but silent. You buried your face in his neck, moaning softly and breathing hard, your body trembling on top of his.

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving you back and forth on his cock, prolonging your climax and you felt his cock pulsing harder inside you, his breathing getting harder. You cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked, but neither of you said anything, not with words at least.

When his release came, he kissed you passionately and your bodies movements stopped completely, you could feel his cock pulsing and spurting his warm cum inside you. It felt right, it felt like home.

Stephen doubted he would ever get used to coming inside you. Not because of the act itself, but because of the sensation, the consummation of a love so great that it went far beyond sex, but that somehow was enshrined in that gesture. He was sure there was something sacred about the way you made him feel when he came on you.

You stayed a few minutes without exchanging a word. You dropped your body weight on top of his and he wrapped his arms around you keeping the two of you connected and the silence never felt more comfortable. Just your soft breath against his chest and his on the top of your head. Outside Stephen could hear the sound of cars passing in the street, but inside the Sanctum the complicit silence prevailed.

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[mr2swap]

Family therapy: A promising future.

-What do you think of “dad”? The first place medal again, aren't you proud of me?- After the flash of the photo I looked at his old and tired face, he barely made a small smile that seemed totally fake, I knew what was hidden behind his smile, only jealousy and bitterness, I was sure what was going through his mind right now:

“That should be me, you stole my youth, my life, my triumphs”

But I think deep down he knew that all of that was a lie, he wouldn't have been able to get to where his body is now if it wasn't for me his father, Before I took his life he was just a teenager slowly approaching failure.

-HEY! Let's take a picture with just the guy for the hall of fame

My Ex-wife Karol and my son Nathan walked away from me and The photographer started taking pictures of my perfect body, When I did a double bicep curl the camera flash focused completely on me, My son Nathan's face of defeat In my old body was just funny. Maybe at one point Nathan could have accomplished all of this on his own, but now he was just a sad, overweight old man.

-Congratulations… “Son”-

Before I was a retired man, I used to be a teacher and had seen hundreds of kids like my son Nathan, he started skipping a few classes, failing most of the tests, going to the infirmary in PE and then getting caught smoking pot with his friends behind school. I knew if I didn't do something drastic, what would be the end of my son Nathan frying French fries at McDonald's and living in a tiny apartment with his teenage sweetheart who is pregnant.

His mom and I were so sick of Nathan we started fighting, and it led to a divorce, the only thing I had left in my life was Nathan and I couldn't let that last one slip through my hands.

Since there was someone who could help me and that was my old boss and friend, Principal Morris, we had done this trick so many times to deal with the Bullies in the school, just swapping their bodies for a week with their victims would make them turn model students.

I called him and I found out my problem with my son, without asking him, he gave me the recipe for his secret elixir, the body swapping potion, it was enough for two people to drink a bit of that potion, and they would immediately be in each other's bodies, and that I did I poured some into my coffee and into Nathan's breakfast juice, he didn't even notice the taste he drank every drop of that juice until he started to feel the effects of the potion.

Just a little dizziness, A little sleep and a blink later Our souls traded places occupying each other's bodies. Nathan was so confused by the identical person in front of him that he ran off to his room like a madman, he didn't even realize his huge belly was bouncing up and down as he ran his little feet around his old room where I sleep now.

Meanwhile, I was left alone in the dining room admiring my new youth In the kitchen mirror, It felt good to be a teenager again Although there was a lot of work to be done, I ran my hands over my soft and weak arms, but I already had everything planned, he had even bought a membership to the gym that was close to Nathan's school.

When everything seemed calmer in Nathan's room, pretending totally that you didn't know what hadn't happened, I spent hours pretending that I was on the computer looking for my information on body switching and things like that so that Nathan wouldn't suspect that I had something. What to do with this

I tried to calm him down by telling him that he wouldn't have to worry about anything in my body, he could sit his ass on the sulfate all day Watching TV or playing his video games and no one would notice that he was really just a 15-year-old, meanwhile I would go to the school and would pretend to do it.

As the years passed I improved Nathan's life, in just one year Nathan's life improved, his grades were perfect, and all the dedication I put into Nathan's diet and gym paid off, Nathan's adolescent muscles reacted very well to protein powder and weight lifting.

I got rid of the good for nothing, my son's friends and started making new friends at the gym my Gym bros, It's great to be young again, making friends is so easy, especially when you look as big and handsome as me.

And while I was living My second life they need, he didn't seem to get used to his new life, he avoided leaving the house as much as possible, and he became grumpy, all he does is clean the house, go to the supermarket and spend all day insulting kids his age while playing online video games, He hates when I walk shirtless around the house demanding my hard horny muscles or when I pose for the pictures I post on my new Instagram, he was so upset that his life has improved so much that he refused to give me his social media passwords, but it's okay there's nothing to make me proud of old Nathan.

Maybe in a couple of years when Nathan learns what it's like to be an adult responsible for getting back into his body In the meantime I'll enjoy myself a little more being a teenager, maybe I'm ready for dating now, I've always wanted to try something new, and I can't stop From looking at all the hot guys in the gym, and they keep staring at me, I don't think Nathan will mind if I fuck a guy or two while I'm in his body.

Sup If you liked this story or any of my other stories you can take a look at my story archive by subscribing to my page on Ko-fi, there are a lot of stories that haven't been published here yet and that are too hot for Tumblr.

[eve-made-the-right-choice]

You know, I get blocked a lot by genderists, and every time they block me, they always send me a me a message specifically asking why I, a “terf,” am following them (in addition to “telling me off”). But I can’t answer, because they blocked me. So I’m gonna answer here:

It’s because you made a good post. Because you said something that spoke to me, or you have lots of good opinions on many different topics, and I want to hear what you have to say. Or because I like your art. And it’s quite likely that I didn’t know you were “queer,” because I don’t obsessively vet blogs before I follow them. And if I DID know that you were “queer,” I was okay with that. Because I believe that it’s healthy and good to expose myself to the opinions of people I disagree with, so I don’t get trapped in an echo chamber. It’s quite likely that I agreed with a lot of the things you had to say.

And I’m gonna be honest, I really don’t understand why you’re messaging me when you’re blocking me. When I block people, it’s because I want to become invisible to them. Say (for example) I blocked a user because I discovered they were a neo-nazi. I know that nazis are dangerous. If I go to their messages and tell them that I’m blocking them, I’ve accomplished three things:

1: I’ve informed them of our conflict, which they may or may not have known about;

2: I’ve made it personal, therefore motivating them to obsess over it, and

3: I’ve drawn attention to my username and helpfully saved it in their messages for them, thereby making it easier for them to stalk me and/or harass me through other accounts, or even even dox me to their nazi friends.

Whereas if I simply block them without messaging them, they may not notice that I’m not showing up in their feed anymore and gradually forget about me. Which is ideal, because dangerous people hold grudges and act on them.

So if you’re messaging “terfs” before blocking them, you’re either:

A) naive about internet safety because you’ve never experienced harassment from dangerous people either personally or through a friend, or

B) simply don’t believe that “terfs” are dangerous.

And let me tell you, as a long-time radical feminist who HAS had friends who were harassed and stalked by dangerous individuals, giving them your attention is a sure-fire way to fuel their hate. Arguing with them makes their hatred worse, and you will never get the last word in because stalkers are fueled by anger. It energizes them, and they like it.

Now don’t worry, this is not a threat. If you’ve sent me a message before blocking me, I’ve already forgotten about you. I don’t have the energy to hold grudges, and I never hated you to begin with. I genuinely believe that most people I disagree with are just average people who are trying to get through their day, and arguing is usually not worth anyone’s time. I’m telling you all of this because, even though I disagree with gender ideology, I don’t want you to endanger yourself by getting the attention of a dangerous individual.

However, if you have been messaging “terfs” before you block them for years and never once experienced retaliation or been afraid of them retaliating, you should take a few minutes to really, I mean really think about why that is.

Best of luck, even though you would never wish me the same.

[songsofadelaide]

"Oh, so the one percenter Officer Hibino and Captain Ashiro were childhood friends?"

You knew better than to partake in office gossip, but it was difficult not to hear things when everyone had been talking about the Third Division's new recruits. They say this year's crop is one of the best, and there was a prodigy in your midst, too, in the form of Director General Shinomiya's daughter, Kikoru. There was no doubt that the girl looked up to her as well.

It wasn't new hearing how many young bloods decided to join the Defense Force because of the cool and level-headed Captain Mina Ashiro, but her astronomical rise in rankings did not come as a surprise to many of the top brass. She had raw yet rough talent— the kind that had to be honed and sharpened like a blade meant to kill.

Ashiro was a genius. A diamond in the rough at first, but now a polished centrepiece of the crown that is the Japan Anti-Kaiju Defense Force.

It's hard to believe now she once looked up to you as her senpai. She still does, but you just don't let it get to your head. While you were glad she overcame her exhaustion ever since Director General Shinomiya took a special interest in her and her abilities, there was no denying that something inside her snapped. She would still rest her head on your shoulder every once in a while when you occupied the baths, and you could find the semblance of her tender, younger self, her lips curved to a small smile at times before she eventually shook it off.

"Does it get tiring?" You once asked her as you sank into the warm baths yourself before the fatigue from today's training further settled in your bones. You could tell that a sigh wanted to leave her lips, but she shook her head instead. "It does, but... knowing everyone gets a night of restful sleep is worth it."

What frustrated you wasn't the fact that she overtook you. It was the fact that she had to be at the top all alone.

They called you a burning star. You reached your prime way too early and burned out fast— and eventually condemned yourself to a fate of mediocrity, never overcoming the wall that both saved you from crashing even deeper and slugged your growth.

UNLEASHED COMBAT POWER: 47%

It was always the same result for the last few years. You try not to look crestfallen when you hear Okonogi encouraging you through your comms. It was no wonder you hit a dead end as a platoon leader. They say people your age should be more accomplished— perhaps a vice-captain... But you didn't dare aspire. Aspiring was for dreamers, and more ideally and realistically, for those just starting out in the force. Old-timers like you don't get to dream anymore.

"I'm not fooling anyone... It's been years since I had my shot at a promotion. I'm not getting any better, either..."

You didn't understand why you were so hung up on the whole thing, either. Ebina was content with how things were, or at least he tried to be... But you would both be lying to yourselves if you said outright that you didn't feel the least bit threatened by the rising stars of the Third Division.

On a particularly warm night, while everyone else was already at rest, you reflected on the events of the day on the base rooftop, your can of black coffee nearly drained as a sigh that gradually turned into a grumble escaped your lips.

"Hmm. Maybe I should consider that fox-faced Vice-Captain's joke and retire early. Even though I know he doesn't mean it... But 30 is way too late to get married, no matter how I look a—"

You were so deep into your self-loathing that you didn't notice the new recruit approach you with his own canned drink in hand. "What? Are you planning on getting married, Platoon Leader?"

"Gah! O-Officer Hibino! Where did you—"

"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just wanted to ponder a bit but I heard you, uh, talking," Kafka said with a crooked smile and hands raised in defence. "What're you saying, though? Don't you know how much skill it takes to raise your combat power to that level? Let alone maintain it..."

"Maintaining combat power is one thing, but not being able to grow any stronger is another. Every single one of the new recruits is eager to skyrocket to great heights. I'm sure you're no different, seeing as you want to... to stand next to the Captain if I heard you right the last time," you stated with a clenched fist, the coffee can only slightly crumpling in your hand. "Personally, I feel like I've... stopped growing a long time ago. Platoon Leader is all I'll ever achieve and I..."

I feel so pathetic.

"Does it really matter? Where you stand and all... Ranks are good and all, but I think carrying yourself with pride is more important," he answered you without missing a beat. There was a shine in his eyes you hadn't seen in a long time. "I know everyone calls you a burning star, but that's not what I heard from the Vice-Captain and Min— Captain Ashiro."

Hope.

"The Third Division stands because of its pillars, but cornerstones like you are important, too. The Captain referred to you as such," Kafka stated with the same crooked yet comforting smile. You've only had a handful of interactions with him, but you confirmed soon enough that he had a kindness that seemed to melt away your worries. "Besides, a burning star is still a star. It's still a dazzling celestial body, regardless of what people say about it, regardless of how burned out it is."

You had to admit that he was pretty cute, too. Then again, Tae would point out that you've always had a weakness for hard workers, so it was only a matter of time before your stupid crush was discovered— Who the hell does this guy think he is? Giving me hope, of all things.

He was a burning star, too, but he burned so bright that you couldn't look away. Maybe he wasn't a burning star. Maybe he was a beacon. Either way... A burning star is still a star. He said it himself.

"Don't retire just yet, Platoon Leader. You're a cornerstone, after all. The Captain needs you still. Besides, don't you want to see us new recruits storm the floor at missions?"

Hope was the last thing on your mind, but Kafka had an abundance of that shine in his eyes that made it hard to look away.

"Soshiro-kun was right about you," you said with a small smile closely followed by a sigh of defeat. "You're way too upbeat for someone who's only at 1%!"

— The Raid on Tachikawa Base

"Tell me something good, Konomi-chan. How's everyone else on the field at the moment?"

"Platoon Leader! You—"

You could sense the shock in Okonogi's voice even through your slightly garbled comms.

"Y-Your unleashed combat power is—!"

UNLEASHED COMBAT POWER: 53%

While that wasn't exponential growth, that was still growth. The first of its kind you've had in years.

"A-Are you okay, Platoon Leader? Your heart rate is increasing!"

"I-I'm fine, Konomi-chan!" You stammered right back, an uncharacteristic flush on your face that your subordinates swiftly took notice of. They hardly had the chance to tease you about it when you groaned to yourself as you fiddled with your firearm. "What the hell am I getting all worked up for?..."

Your combat suit made you feel steamy all over, the heat reaching your joints anew. The surplus of power coursed through your every vein and fibre and made you surprisingly tactless. "I'm hardly at her level!"

Right from the start, you knew that you were competing with a monolith. A phantom from the past... and the present. Mina wasn't your competition. You made that clear to each other from the start. But when you remember the unusual smile that graced her face for a single moment when Kafka gatecrashed the Presentation of Enlistment Certificate Ceremony with that stupid declaration of his—

You were competing with the shadow of the Captain of the Third Division in this stupid thing called love, of all things!

The static in your comms cleared up, followed by Kafka's voice filling your ears, his tone both solid and encouraging, filling you with hope once more.

"Platoon Leader! Don't compare yourself to her! Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Just remember that you're Captain Ashiro's cornerstone! You cover for her in places she can't reach, right?!"

Static, again, before Okonogi sends out a command for your platoon.

"We'll need you on the field soon, Platoon Leader! On the Vice-Captain's order!"

UNLEASHED COMBAT POWER: 54%

"Let's get to work, then!" You declared to your subordinates with a smile that did not suit the situation. But seeing your improved numbers filled them with the same hope that theirs will rise, too. "How could I forget that burning star's still a star?"

[deathbecomesthem]

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader blurb (wc 790)

Summary: You have a depression induced crying jag. Eddie comforts you. Based on my own experience.

Warnings: This is how my depression feels for me sometimes. It's not a universal thing. I just wanted Eddie to comfort the reader, and meet them where they are.

*Not proofread.

** This is something that was published on a different blog sometime last year. It's going here tonight because I need it.

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The wrongness was weighing on you, it had been for the last few days. It’s second nature, hiding behind the jokes. You learned a long time ago how to move through your days while your mind is in its darkest corners. You have the script memorized, your hands do the work that’s required without you making the decision to do it.

So you did. You did and did and did. You accomplished. You ate food. You drank water. You relieved yourself. You even managed the expected small talk with your coworkers. No one noticed that the corner of your smile never quite sat right on your face. And now, as you and Eddie sit on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, you can’t do it anymore.

“Hey, Ed, I’m really tired,” you give his knee a little shake to draw his attention away from whatever show he was watching on the television. A cartoon, you don’t know, you’re not actually here with him at the moment. You make sure to keep your voice light and steady, “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You give him your smile, and you know it must look wrong, but you hope it’s enough to satisfy him. You kiss his cheek, his lips are downturned missing the warmth of your body next to him. He says something to you, and you just nod and say goodnight, hoping you remembered the correct words, mentally checking your script.

You don’t stop in the kitchen and get a glass of water. You don’t go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You don’t even stop to take an allergy pill. You float along the carpet with one thought in your mind. So close. You can close the door and finally be alone and let the dark move to the front of your mind in privacy.

You do not put your clothes in the hamper. You let them fall to the ground. You do not put your soft night clothes on. You pad to the bed, climb under the covers, and the dam breaks. Sobs wrack your body, wailing like a child into your pillow to muffle the sound. The soft darkness wraps around you and pulls you deep into a feeling of loss and pain. The release of everything you’ve held onto for the last few days – weeks – years all comes crashing through you in a violent way. It feels like grief, like mourning. A loss of something you can’t quite remember.

It goes on like this. On and on. Snot and tears covering your pillow while you howl. You care less and less about the noise the further you sink into the darkness. The last time you cried like this (wept, really) was years ago. Tears do not come easily for you, and at this moment, you know they won’t stop until you fall asleep – resting in the dark, face puffy and stained.

You don’t hear Eddie come into the room. You don’t feel him get into the bed next to you. You’re gone, lost to anything but feeling the pain and letting it surge through you physically. You do feel the warmth of his arm around your center. Firm and pulling you into him. He doesn’t quiet your wails, he just wraps his arms and legs around your body. His weight grounding you and keeping you from getting lost more than you already are.

Minutes, hours, days, months, years pass in that bed. You weave in and out of consciousness, every time you find yourself in bed with Eddie’s body enveloping you. His mouth pressed against your neck, his warm and steady breath releasing from his nose and into your hair. Sleep finally takes you under when your own breathing matches the rhythm of his lungs. You rest in those strong arms, comforting. They are your home.

In the morning when your alarm rings, Eddie’s arms and legs are still holding you, relaxed with sleep but you still feel held. Your eyes are swollen and it’s difficult to open them. Despite sleeping, your body is more exhausted then before you came into the bedroom last night.

His arms pull you into him as he’s roused, nose back in your neck. “Baby. I’m here.” The choked sob that comes from you is not as hopeless as the grief you felt in the night. Not with his voice, breath, heartbeat, and arms so close to you.

You both stay in bed while you make the phone calls. You’re both sick today and can’t go to work, you tell your bosses. You ate something bad yesterday, maybe you’ll feel better tomorrow. Today, though, you need to rest and Eddie needs to be with you.

[lakesparkles]

I finished the first chapter of my Gideon and Ramona fanfiction :D

I'll post it somewhere else someday, but so far I can share it here.

(reminder that this is NOT a ship fic. I just want to explore their relationship and project on Ramona tbh)

Ramona and Gideon - I

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She decides to leave one last time

Or

Ramona remembers the seven reasons that made her fall in love with Gideon

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  She had that same fantasy every day. As she walked down the halls, running her fingers along the wall, she imagined herself entering her own room. It was satisfying, somehow. She could perfectly see herself opening her wardrobe, taking out the few things that really interested her, putting everything in her bag and simply walking away.

  In that fantasy, of course, she always smiled. She even laughed. That kind of hysterical and cathartic laughter only present in films. She wanted to imagine how Gideon would react: how long would it be before he realized she wasn't there anymore? Two weeks? And when would he realize that this wasn't just another one of her "famous tantrums"? Two months? Two years?

  Part of her was almost excited at the prospect of making him furious with such an accomplishment. It would be his turn to take endless turns through the halls, finally using his brain trying to understand what had gone so wrong between them. Maybe he would find out years later. Or perhaps that doubt would eat away at him for decades to come, the bitterness of her image never leaving his mind.

  And part of her... thought that wasn't realistic. She knew Gideon well enough to know that he would never even consider any mistake on his part, with a mixture of confusion that never ended well when it came to him.

  Or worse.

  He wouldn't even care about her lack of presence in that house.

  Therefore, Ramona released her fingers from the wall, slowing down her steps until she stopped altogether.

  Then the fantasy ended. Every single time.

☆

7 MONTHS BEFORE

  "Ramona Flowers," he repeated once again, with his head bowed. At that point, she figured he just wanted to test how the name sounded on his own vocal cords. "Ramona...Flowers."

  "Did you like it, huh?" Ramona took a sip of her own drink, even though she already considered herself drunk enough. Maybe he was too, now that she thought about it.

  "Sounds a little familiar."

  "Strange," she shrugged, not caring. "And you are?"

  Now he raised his head once more, looking her in the eyes. Ramona found it strange the way he raised one of his eyebrows, as if he had just heard a terrible insult.

  "Did I say something wrong?" Alcohol always made her put all her thoughts out, without thinking much. She slowly realized that it hadn't been a good idea to start talking to that guy in a situation like that.

  He laughed, however:

  "You are intriguing, Ramona. And my name is Gideon Graves, to answer your question!"

  He - Gideon? Weird name - had said such a thing with so much pride that she began to suspect there was something she wasn't understanding. She became even more certain of that once she noticed his gaze still fixed on her face, waiting for a response - perhaps an acknowledgment. Strange, huh.

  To escape her own discomfort, she looked ahead, watching as everyone calmly walked around the party room. It was an average place, so there were too many people everywhere: one of the reasons she felt so uncomfortable. Parties stopped interesting her when she left college. Now she had no idea what to do there other than walk around with her glass of wine. And walk more. And pretend to be interested in the topic that another weird guy in a suit, who held her arm, was talking about. And walk.

  "What brought a girl like you here?" Gideon cut the awkward silence, catching Ramona's attention again.

  What was he implying with that? That she looked poor? Messed up? Or was it her hair?

  "I was challenged for 20 dollars that I wouldn't be able to crash this party."

  "Seriously," he laughed lightly, now being his turn to sip his glass. "What was the reason?"

  "It's a looooong story."

  "Don't tell me!"

  "You wouldn't have that much time to listen to me."

  "It seems that you don't know me very well" he implied, good-naturedly.

  Ramona turned her head to the side until realize Gideon kept his eyes fixated on her face. He always had a blank expression, difficult to read. She took the opportunity to analyze him more closely, trying to decide if he was ugly or not. His dark hair was longer on one side, in a kind of fringe that must've been popular about 10 years ago. What caught the most attention, clearly, were his thick glasses that he occasionally used his index finger to place back on the bridge of his nose. However, she also couldn't help but notice his white coat, much more informal than she expected for an occasion like that.

  Normally, Ramona was good - great even! - knowing a lot about someone just by her first impression and how the other person acted. But that guy? He was different, he just seemed like a weirdo who apparently was interested in her.

  She had watched him for a few minutes before he approached. Gideon was talking calmly to a large group of people, making no effort to become the center of attention. He had something in him, that was for sure. A kind of confidence mixed with how unusual the way he gestured with his hands was.

  She was so caught up in her own mental notes that she didn't even notice Gideon's next move until it had already happened. Still with a smile stuck on his face, he held her arm tightly, pulling her away from the wall and making her follow him.

  "What the hell, dude!?" Ramona practically screamed, looking around in confusion.

  "Let's get out of this stupid party, I can't take it anymore!"

  Indifferently, Ramona let herself be guided wherever the other wanted. She didn't care anymore. About that party and about everything else. Not when everything had already gone catastrophically wrong. She was too drunk to think about that anyway.

  The two of them sneaked among all those people, occasionally apologizing for stepping on someone's foot. When they paused for Gideon to exchange their glasses for two full ones, Ramona realized that she was having more fun in that moment than in any other second since she entered that tight space.

  This time, she didn't even need Gideon's grip to willingly follow in his footsteps, laughing along with him every time they had to take a giant turn just because there were so many people.

  "I know a place~" Gideon hummed when they arrived in one of the corners of the room. Without making much effort, he lightly opened one of the large doors, waiting for her to pass before closing it behind them"

  They came face to face with a long circular staircase - not the most pleasant sight at the moment. She felt sick just looking up:

  "Can we be here?"

  "Yeah, Jonah doesn't care! Do you know Jonah? The owner of this buiding."

  "Obviously not, man!"

  "He's a friend of mine... For a long time. Anyway, keep following me!"

  And so Ramona did, having the next minutes extremely complicated. She almost tripped on some steps, needing to lean on the handrail as if her life depended on it. Gideon himself didn't seem so good either, his feet unsteady even as he continued to take large gulps of wine. Anyone who looked at them at that moment would think they were idiots, and that thought amused Ramona.

  Fortunately, the stairs ended after some time - how much had they gone up? Four floors? - Gideon opened another door, smiling at her as he waited for a reaction.

  "Wow," she murmured, somewhat ironically, looking up. Until that moment, she hadn't even realized that they'd gone to the roof of that building. The sky above them was almost completely dark, the stars being overshadowed by all the other lights coming from the buildings.

  "Much better than down there, don't you think?" Gideon boasted of himself, taking slow steps to the edge of the slab, leaning there to better observe the entire view.

  "Funny. For the way you got along with everyone, I thought you were enjoying it."

  "Not even close to that. The good thing about Jonah's parties is that you soon know everyone there, at least by sight. The bad part is that it gets repetitive after the third party."

  "I'm already thinking it the first time. Who is Jonah?"

  "Huh, he's..." Then he interrupted himself. "You're really not from here."

  "What do you think?" Ramona went to his side, resting her glass on the slab and exhaling through her mouth in a kind of 'pfff'. "Do I happen to look like the type of person who comes to New York with a completely fanciful idea coming from $1,99 novels, only to find out that it's not all that and that she's not even good enough to be a pizza delivery girl?

  "From the way you're saying it, I believe so."

  "That is not what happened!!" She got angry, being grumpy again.

  "Alright."

  With a sigh, she leaned her body weight - up to her chin - on the wall:

  "I'm not here to stay" finally something sincere came out of her mouth. "I just need some money to get to Vermont."

   "It's far away, y'know?" Gideon spoke very quietly, his gaze fixed on the sky. She could've sworn he looked a little disappointed, which interested her. "Is there anything you need to do there?"

  'No, I just want to know how it is. Just like here."

  "And what are your thoughts about New York so far?"

   "Overestimated."

  "I knew you'd say that!" He shook his head, pretending to be irritated. "And something also told me that you were exactly the type of person who liked to hang around."

  "The thing you said about my eyes, right?"

  "They're beautiful."

  "Did you know that your flirting gets worse every time you drink more?"

  Gideon let out a sudden laugh. If he was offended, he didn't show it. At most, he finished all the remaining liquid in the glass in one gulp, teasing her.

  "And why are you right here, in the party?" He continued.

  "Is this an interrogation?"

  "I'm just curious about someone as fascinating as you!"

  "Silly," she rolled her eyes, not falling for that. "It was because of a friend. No, not a friend. A guy I met."

  "A boyfriend?"

  "What? No! It's the guy from the coffee shop across the street, I think he knows Jonah or something. His name is Jay, we talk when I go there. Do you know? That coffee shop over there, look!" She pointed with her index finger to the dark spot on the street below.

  "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "Anyways! Jay ended up becoming my roommate. It's in a tiny studio apartment, but he can pay for it with his cafeteria salary and I can with the money I saved from Pennsylvania."

  "Mhmm!"

  "Shitty, I know! But I'm getting out of here. Soon."

  "Are you sure you don't have any plans?"

  This time, Ramona was silent, watching the cars pass by below. That part not even alcohol would let go so soon.

  "And you, Gideon? Are you from here?"

  "Me? I'm not. I came from North Bay.'

  "Serious? You don't look Canadian."

  "What does looking Canadian mean to you?"

  "Someone who isn't you."

  "Did you know that you make less and less sense the more you drink?" He countered, raising both eyebrows.

  She ignored him, then he spoke again a few seconds later:

  "Do you see that building over there? The one near the red sign."

  Ramona followed with her gaze where he was pointing:

  "Man Media?" She read with her eyes almost closed, barely seeing.

  "G-Man Media! G! The triangle is a G!"

  "Ah, now I see it."

  "So, I live there!"

  "Live?"

  "It's my company building, actually. But I arranged one of the floors to be my apartment."

  "Company?"

  She was still looking closely there, almost getting scared when she felt Gideon's hand on her shoulder.

  "Ramona, are you okay? Of course you're not!"

  She responded with a nod, cursing herself for making it so apparent that she had drunk more than she was used to. What a great first impression. She tried to stand and turn to him, to prove a point, but she remembered little after that.

  It was as if her mind had stopped working from one moment to the next. I mean, she was conscious as best she could. Wasn’t she?

  The problem was remembering that the next day.

  She lifted her head for the expected pain, her mouth dry as a desert upon waking up. Even though she couldn't see very well, she realized she was in a bed. How? She barely had time to despair before she looked everywhere, analyzing the light coming through the window and realizing she was alone in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't her apartment with Jay, that was for sure. That room alone should've been bigger than the entire place.

  The last thing she remembered from the last night was being in a car. Gideon spoke to her, a little impatiently. He asked where she lived, she thinks.

  Well, there was no sign of Gideon at that moment, which made her feel a little calmer. She also seemed fine, if she ignored her hangover.

  It'd just been... Weird.

  It took her about half an hour, rooting and snooping in every corner of the room, until she noticed the most obvious thing of all: the sheet of paper and the envelope on top of the cabinet.

  She sat at the foot of the bed, reading what was written there:

  "Dear Ramona Flowers,

  The room´s already been paid for overnight, don't need to worry! If you want to see me again, you know where to find me. If not, I wish you the best of luck in Vermont!

                                                                                     -GGG"                         

  Half curious, half laughing at the stupid name, she opened the envelope to find enough money for five trips.

☆

  She didn't know why her brain reminded her of that specific moment. Ramona raised the corner of her mouth, coming back to reality and running her fingers along the walls of the hallway towards her room.

  Now the fantasy was completely over. Instead, she imagined a fictional life in Vermont, accompanied by someone poorer and less complicated. It looked good, if she ignored the lack of detail because she had obviously never set foot there.

  God, what an idiot she was!

  Even without having a specific direction, she continued walking there. It’s what she does when she is so bored in such a big building. It was even funny. She'd lived there for months, but she was pretty sure she'd never explored all the rooms and floors.

  She was near her room when someone suddenly came out of one of the open doors, colliding painfully into her.

  "Ow. Sorry" she automatically apologized, expecting to be one of the tower's employees.

  "Ramona," the other person's voice said. In that typical and curious way.

  "Gideon," she said back, her head down. "I thought you were working all day today?"

  "Nope, only in the morning" he finished straightening his suit that had crumpled during the impact. "I was looking for you, actually."

  Ramona raised her head, certainly not anticipating this turn of the conversation. So much so that she was speechless for a second, giving Gideon the chance to continue:

  "Do you want to go out for lunch? You can choose the place this time."

  His tone... It seemed normal. Different from usual, which made her suspicious:

  "I prefer to stay at home today, my head hurts. I was going to my room," and then she started to feel guilty. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

  "Only if it's Sherlock Holmes!"

  "Nothing like that! You said I choose and it will be The Butterfly Effect!"

  Gideon smiled as he nodded, putting his arm around her neck - that had to be uncomfortable, considering how many inches taller she was than him -, and walking beside her to her room.

  Then they spent the next few minutes together, without anything too special. Besides, of course, being in each other's presence in general. It seemed like the longer their relationship lasted, the less they saw each other. And that only made her feel strange about the current situation. It seemed so normal that something had to be out of place.

  The film played in front of the two, who lay on her big bed. Gideon had a straight body, with his legs crossed and his arms the same way. Ramona kind of touched him and kind of didn't. Gideon seemed interested in the film, laughing and making occasional comments. Ramona pretended to pay attention when answering him.

  What was so wrong? There had to be something wrong.

  Then Gideon stretched a little, changing position to turn around and wrap his arms around her body. His familiar shape made her dizzy for a moment. This hadn't happened for a long time. Without thinking too much to avoid regret, she snuggled into his hold, feeling warm and... Fine. Almost.

  The memory was almost automatic. Her brain refocused on that same day, months ago:

  What she hadn't told Gideon when they met was how incredibly lost she was feeling because of her own stupidity. After graduating, she decided to leave everything behind, as she realized that she didn't belong there. She might not have any idea where that place would be, but she could certainly look! She took whatever temporary job she could get; she boarded planes and even trusted strangers for rides; she spent months, weeks and days in completely different cities. Searching.

  New York before Gideon had been more of the same. Her days were made up of looking at those giant buildings while wondering which point in that immense city was the right one.

  Apparently, it was exactly in that room, feeling Gideon's comforting warmth. He looked so relaxed that she couldn't help but laugh at the funny face he made as he tried not to fall asleep. The energy bar above his head said otherwise, being practically zero. Ramona... She was almost fine too. Her eyes took longer to blink each time.

  So why did she still feel exactly the same as the time she spent wandering around New York? She was beginning to think that she was incapable of settling down and being content.

  An instant before she fell completely asleep, something clicked in her mind. Her eyes suddenly widened.

  She finally realized what was so wrong there.

  It was about the day she met Gideon. She was absolutely sure that, until now, she remembered perfectly how everything happened when they got down from that slab. Before now, she remembered taking a taxi with him and all the conversations they had inside. And how he took her to a random hotel for the night, saying goodbye briefly by leaving her in the room and writing something while she went, in her drunken state, to bed.

   But now... It was as if her mind had gone blank.

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sweetest lies | c.s (prologue)

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dinner in the presence of yunho is always pleasant. not just the sight of him--though that is, too, but in the way he's always able to bring smiles out from anyone--your parents and his arranged around the table, all praising his accomplishments and excited for the next step in his journey.

he's sitting across from you, a shy smile on his face with light pink tinted cheeks, flustered from the amount of flattering, but you know he's happy. happy to have made his parents proud, and happy to have kept the family customs that's been established before he was even born.

"now that you're officially done with your master's and will be helping your father soon, is there anything else you have in mind? anything else you wish to do?" your father asks politely.

he's never had a son, and yunho is probably the closest thing to one, having treated him like his own from the days he was still running around the playground like any child, so much shorter than him, to the present where he's grown into the young man he is, towering over your father with ease.

"like marriage," your mother adds, prompting yunho's own to chuckle along as the two share an amused look and swat each other on the arms playfully at the thought.

your attention immediately picks up at the word (as if you already weren't listening in on it intensively), and your sister's might've as well, though you're too busy thinking for yourself to notice even if she's just a seat away.

short-haired, petite frame, cute in her features, and two years entirely younger than you, it's hard to not feel small next to her despite being a few inches taller.

she's also graceful in her manners, the food on her plate showing only few bites and little to no crumbs anywhere; the napkin and utensils even neatly placed on the side.

if you were not so spiteful and a little less of a bitch, you would say your sister is the perfect daughter--a combination of everything a young woman in her early 20s should be and more.

but if you're to spend time talking about your sister and the many ways she makes you feel inferior, you would never get to the point--the point being, you couldn't care less about the deep insecurities rooted in you from just being in the same room as her at the moment--your mind stuck in a trance, only able to think about yunho and marriage.

"a fine young man like yunho deserves only the best in a partner," your father adds sweetly, delivering a smile to yunho as the corners of his lips curve in return.

"i agree." yunho father's nod in agreement, raising his glass of expensive champagne. "she needs to be someone who will be able carry the family's name forward. but most importantly, she should be smart and competent--someone equal to yunho."

a low and dry chuckle leaves him before he looks to yunho.

"right, son?"

there's an unintentional hesitation from yunho, stumbling with something nervous in his eye before nodding his head lightly.

"yes, father."

someone who will be able to carry the family's name forward, smart, competent, and equal to yunho.

in all honesty, you probably don't meet one or two of the requirements, but you do have a few things in your favor--the first being you are somewhat equal in terms of status.

their house might be bigger and they might throw more lavish parties, but you all shop at the same places, wear the same brands, drive the same kinds of cars, and live in the same neighborhood.

the last thing being--in the entirety that you've known yunho, he's never had a girlfriend and never seeked out relationships. as far as you're aware, you're the only woman in his life.

so pardon you for sounding a bit full of yourself, but you can't possibly think of anyone else who's better suited for him than you.

the dinner goes on, still with the compliments and small talks about the future, but a few more minutes in and you have to excuse yourself from the table to use the restroom.

no matter how many times you've been here, you will always get a little lost at first from how huge and spacious the downstairs is, until you finally find the door to one, relieving yourself and washing up, eager to head back so you can hear more about yunho.

but you're barely a foot out the door when you hit face first into someone's hard chest, just one glance up at him and it makes your stomach churn.

"hi," he says all cheeky smile, looking down at you with batting eyelashes, a tank top and messy hair like he just woke up. at almost 6 in the evening.

you don't say anything, only rolling your eyes in an attempt to get away but not before he's fast to block off the open space, making you thump your head into his chest again.

"i don't have time for you right now, san," you warn quietly, patience beginning to thin, but he probably doesn't even hear you, his gaze entirely elsewhere as a smirk appears on his lips.

"is that a new bra?"

"i don't know, what do you think?" you cross your arms, slouching and waiting for him to get the show over with so you can return to what actually matters.

"it definitely is. i've never seen you in it before."

you brush off the comment; it not even being worth a reaction.

"you know, i'm surprised you're even here at all."

he snickers, one arm leaned against the wall like what you're saying is ridiculous.

"at my own house? during my brother's celebration dinner? why wouldn't i be here?"

you see.. san is the biological son of the choi's. yunho was adopted into the family after a tragic accident took both of his parents' lives, and always having been a close friend and good business partner of yunho's father, mr. choi took yunho under his wing, allowing the boy to keep his family's original surname and raised him until he's quite literally a mere reflection of the man himself.

you have no idea what went wrong; how proper and sophisticated people like mr and mrs choi can end up with someone like san who has so little care for the world, as if he's just floating through life.

but you suppose that's the advantage of being the biological kid--he gets to fuck up however many times he wants and can put in the bare minimal efforts and get asspats for it, while someone like yunho has to go the extra mile, sweating blood and tears just to prove he's worth something. that mr. choi wasn't wrong.

and maybe that's one of the reasons why you always resented san--that he's just another rich and spoiled kid.

despite the prejudice, the awful thing is that you still have more in common with him than yunho--putting on pretty facades of being a good son at family events and business interviews when behind it, he was busy smoking weeds and getting drunk at dirty frat parties every week.

you only know that because you were also at those parties, smoking dirt cheap weeds and getting stupid drunk, failing half of your classes.

"just pointing it out because you seem to have a knack for missing important events."

"i never miss important events, that's why i came to find you," he delivers with a sly tone, inching too close that you're basically pressed up against him, proceeding to pinch your brows at the confession.

"you followed me?"

"of course. i heard the conversation at the table. you know, if you're going to get married off to my brother soon, we might as well get it over with; go into one of these rooms. we might not get the chance ever again. i'll make it quick, and this will just be between you and me."

he does the suggestive gesture of swiping a thumb over your lips but you're quick to push him off, hissing back, "you're fucking disgusting."

he smirks in amusement.

"all i heard was 'fucking', and definitely, we could be fucking right now."

your eyes roll into the back of your head so hard, you're surprise you don't pass out.

"i wouldn't fuck you even if i'm on life support and need your dick to survive."

he laughs.

"who knows. desperate time calls for desperate measures. after all, we have made out before."

you kissed san. once. and that was only because you were high as fuck and had no idea what the hell was going on, but san will always bring it up any chance he gets, holding onto that fact like a badge to be proud of.

"only time i'd let you lay a finger on me is if i'm fucked in the brai--"

"--y/n?"

both your heads snap to the voice a couple feet away, seeing it's yunho and having to immediately distance yourself even further from san, clearing your throat.

"what's going on?" he asks in his soft timbre.

"i was just uhm," you half answer, running over to his side to make yourself at home by wrapping your arms around one of his, staring back at san in annoyance, "using the restroom and ran into him."

"you were taking a while so i told everyone i'd come and get you."

the way your expression immediately changes at yunho's words makes san feel pure disgust; how you can switch character so quick almost unbelievable.

"thank you," you reply with a smile, lightly snuggling the side of your head on his arm. "let's go back."

hauling him back the other way, you wait as he stops and turns slightly to san, uttering, "dinner is still going on. you should come."

san can only watch the two of you walk away, groaning to himself as he pushes past the restroom door and slam it in irritation.

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♡Valentine’s Day♡

// I present to you Ayayui Valentine's Day cg because they're adorable together and I really wanted to feed their stans uwu. I got this idea from something my bestie drew last year, and I'm not one to brag, but I love how this one turned out! It almost looks official, which makes me happy! ٩̋( *ˊᗜˋ* )و

I also wrote a special Valentine’s Day story regarding this cg! Despite being my best boy, I don’t really consider myself good at writing Ayato but I tried my best, therefore… if you’re into fluff and cheesy moments, click on “keep reading”! <3

~Ayayui Valentine’s Day scenario~

Yui: “Limited edition Pocky”

(That’s what I got yesterday when we went to the Demon world. Kanato-kun was surprisingly kind enough to recommend a good candy store, so I’m sure he must know best, right?)

(I can’t believe it’s already Valentine’s Day…)

(If I remembered it sooner, I would have tried to bake something special for it but I suppose these pocky sticks should do the trick as well. It’s still chocolate after all and it’s really interesting how once you finish them all, you’ll get a message at the bottom of the box!)

Now, all I have to do is wait and——

Ayato: Whatcha doing there, Chichinashi?

Yui: Wah…! Geez, Ayato-kun, you scared me!

(And he almost saw the pocky box too—!)

Ayato: Tch… stop screaming, will you?

Yui: Ah… I-I’m sorry! It’s just that… Ayato-kun, there is——

Student: Hey, you’re Ayato-san, right? I was told to give you these. They are quite a lot, you must really be popular, huh?

Yui: …!

(Eeh!? A bag full of chocolates!)

(I know Ayato-kun, as a member of the Sakamaki family, is popular but when this thought crosses my mind, my chest… it somehow tightens…)

W-Woah, the amount is really impressive!

Student: Right? I wish I received such gifts on Valentine’s Day too but haa… not everyone is lucky enough.

Ayato: Y’know, if you really want them, you can have them.

Yui: Wha—!

Student: E-Excuse me?

Ayato: I don’t need them, they can’t satisfy me in any way so what’s the point of keeping useless trash?

Yui: B-But Ayato-kun, it’s the thought that counts! Besides, they spent money on them!

Ayato: If they can afford to attend a private school, buying chocolates will not bankrupt them. Let's go, or what now? Do you prefer to walk home all alone in the dark?

Yui: That’s… I-I’m coming!

— Timeskip —

Yui: (Ayato-kun… Does he refuse Valentine's Day gifts? But if that's the case, I can't guarantee I won't be rejected as well...)

(Nevertheless, thinking negatively will accomplish nothing. I bought the box with the thought of him in my mind because Ayato-kun is the person I like the most. If I don't take a shot, I might regret it later, so it's now or never!)

Hey, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Hm?

Yui: (Here we go…!)

Will you be… my Valentine?

— Yui blushes and hands him the pocky box —

Ayato: Heh…

Yui: (C-Come on, is he laughing at me now?)

— Ayato teleports —

Yui: Eh?

(We’re at some sort of dessert shop?)

Ayato: Took you long enough, Chichinashi. I would have much rather preferred to receive Takoyaki but pocky doesn’t sound half bad either.

Yui: Wait a little, so you knew!?

Ayato: Obviously? I noticed you hiding something from me a few hours ago and waited all day for you to make your move. At some point, I even thought you were scared based on my reaction to that bag of chocolates, which… wasn’t my intention.

Yui: It’s alright, don’t worry. I should have guessed you don't like Valentine's Day gifts. I mean, I'm sure there are a lot of disadvantages to being popular. You probably grew tired of receiving gifts from people with whom you had little or no interaction.

Ayato: That too but those chicks also lacked courage. If you're going to make something for me, give it to me face to face. I wouldn't have turned down their gifts otherwise; I'm not that kind of person, y’know?

Yui: (I see, so that explains his reaction. I failed to look at what was actually bothering Ayato-kun but on a positive note, I’m glad I took action, because that’s what he truly wanted.)

Ayato: Besides… I… I would have accepted it anyway from you.

Yui: A-Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: S-Stop screaming already, will you!? Tch… whatever!

Yui: (Am I not seeing well or is he really blushing? Fufu, that’s somehow cute~!)

Ayato: Pocky, huh? Let’s give them a taste test then, hm?

— Ayato puts pocky in his mouth and gets closer —

Yui: Eh? R-Right now? But this is a public place!

Ayato: And? What’s the point in having a Valentine if you can’t show them off ? Now c’mon, open your mouth.

Yui: Uuh…

(He’s lifting my chin!)

(When Ayato-kun looks at me like that… I simply can’t resist anymore!)

F-Fine… Mn..

Ayato: Mn… Mn… Mn…

Yui: (W-Wait, slow down!)

Ayato: *kisses*

Yui: …!

Ayato: Heeh, your face is turning bright red; are you really that easy to heat up~?

Yui: “E-Easy”, you say, but that's a normal reaction when you decide to kiss me unexpectedly!

Ayato: And now that I've done it once, I demand a second round!

— Timeskip —

Yui: (I can’t believe we finished the whole pocky box. Gosh… that was so embarrassing!)

(Thankfully, the people around us preferred minding their own business rather than looking at us.)

Ayato: …

Yui: (Ayato-kun became unusually quiet; could he be sleeping?)

Ayato-kun…?

Ayato: …

Yui: (No answer at all? Did he really fall asleep?)

(However, I shouldn't wake him up. We'll be asked to leave when the dessert shop closes anyway, so I'll let him nap for the time being.)

Come to think of it, now that the box is empty, a message was said to be at the bottom of it, no?

— Yui finds a piece of paper and starts reading —

Yui: “Thank you for purchasing our limited edition pocky! In honor of this release, we have a special treat in store for you too: if you share a pocky stick with your beloved, both of you will be able to drown in pleasure afterwards! The reason is simple because our secret ingredient is… aphrodisiac”!?

(N-No way, this can’t— Kya! Something is touching my leg!)

Ayato: Change of plans. Come with me, Yui.

— Ayato picks her up —

Yui: W-Wah, wait, Ayato-kun—!

(Uuh… what will I get myself into?)

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Future After 💍 (Garreth x F!MC)

Another beautiful Weasley Wednesday! 🦁 This week’s theme was “After Hogwarts”. So here’s some sappy, tooth rotting fluff. Be warned - it starts a little painful, but I promise there’s a happy ending! (There’s no way I could ever hurt Garreth!) Enjoy!! ✌🏻

Future After - Garreth Weasley x Female MC || Summary: You and Garreth begin to work on your plans for your future together after Hogwarts || 1.4k words.

Warnings: None! Unless you’re sensitive to break up mentions!

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You breathed a sigh of relief as you heard the giant clock in the clock tower chime, signifying the end of your final class at Hogwarts. You were done. In five days you’d officially graduate, and then three days after that, you’d be on your way to Italy starting a new life. You had been accepted into the magical zoology program at the country’s wizarding school. Even though you were excited about this huge accomplishment and what the future held for you, you were dreading this moment for one reason - you had to break up with your boyfriend, Garreth Weasley. 

The two of you had been together for two years now and you loved him more than anything in the world. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first everything; but you didn’t have the heart to take him away from his home and his family. Garreth was a family man to the fullest, you had even already begun discussing marriage and children, but that would remain a dream. You had no choice but to end the relationship now, as delaying it would only cause you both more pain. Your future after Hogwarts was one you’d have to do without him. 

You made a slow walk to the Viaduct Courtyard, knowing you’d find him up on the balcony. He didn’t see you coming, preoccupied with something he was fidgeting with. You couldn’t tell from where you were, but it looked to be a small box. You didn’t pay much mind to the box, as your mind was too busy with what was about to transpire. He noticed you as you came up the stairs, shoving the box in his pocket and shooting you a gorgeous smile. Your heart ached, but you masked it with a smile of your own. 

He threw his arms around you. “Hello sweetheart! How was your last class? Just think, in a few days we’ll be out of school and starting our future together!” He pulled you in for a kiss, and you kissed him back, savoring what you knew would be one of your last kisses. He looked you over, noticing that something was off. “Sweetheart, are you alright?” he asked with concern in his eyes. 

You hesitate, almost lying and telling him that you were fine, but you fought the urge. It was now or never. 

“I…I need to talk to you.” You took hold of his hand, pulling him into a private corner of the courtyard. You tried to hold back tears, not wanting to already start crying, but the pain was too much as you began to sob. 

“Garreth, I’m really sorry…but we can’t continue with this. I…I’m breaking up with you.” It felt like an out of body experience to say those words. They didn’t sound like they came out of your own mouth, but they did. And the pain that followed those words was excruciating. As painful as it was, you continued, knowing you couldn’t leave him without an explanation. “I got accepted into the zoology program in Italy. The one that I was really shooting for. I leave three days after graduation. I…can’t take you with me. I can’t take you away from your family!” You were inconsolable now, sobbing into your hands, too afraid to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes that were now full of pain. 

“You’re breaking up with me?” His voice cracked as he broke, tears also running down his face. He took a hold of your hands, but you still couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Baby, please. Don’t do this. I’ll go anywhere you go! I don’t care. I love you! Please…” 

You ripped your hands out of his, wanting to flee as quickly as possible. Your heart couldn’t handle anymore. “I’m really sorry Garreth. But it has to be this way. I don’t want you to change the entire trajectory of your life for me. ” 

“Baby wait, I…” you saw him shove a hand into his pocket, but you turned away from him before you saw what he pulled out, running off. 

Garreth chased you back into the castle. He managed to catch up to you in Central Hall in front of the fountains, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. You were too winded from running and crying to fight him off. Other students roaming the halls began to slow down, eager to see what the commotion was about. 

“Please baby...let me go with you! I can’t picture my life without you. Please?” His green eyes locked on yours, glassy and full of love, despite the pain behind them. 

“I’m sorry, Garreth. I can’t picture my life without you either, Garreth, but I can’t uproot your whole life, crush all your dreams, and take you to another country. You have a life here, a family. It would be selfish of me to take that from you. What if you move with me and you hate it? I don’t want to ruin your life.”

You turned your head so you didn’t have to look Garreth in the eyes, but you did anyway as his hands came up to your shoulders. His face was still wet with tears, but the look in his eyes was soft and loving. “You could never ruin my life.” He let out a chuckle, which made you look at him in surprise. 

“You know, when you found me just now, I was practicing what I was going to say…I was going to wait until graduation but...” He started looking nervous, “...Fuck it!” he shouted, his outburst making you laugh and bringing in more student spectators as he reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a box. You recognized the box as the one you had seen in his hand, the one you hadn’t gotten a good look at until now. It was a small navy blue velvet box. Before your brain could register what the box was, Garreth was sinking down to one knee. You heard some students gasp. Tears were still falling from your face from earlier, but now your tears were falling for another reason. 

“Baby, you are my life. You are my family. If you leave, then I have nothing left because you’re everything. I’d drop everything and leave with you right now if you asked me to. I love you. Will you marry me?” Despite the tears falling from his eyes, he was smiling at you. You pulled him to his feet, throwing your arms around him and kissing him. Your kiss was passionate, but soft and romantic. Cheers from some students could be heard, but the sounds were drowned by the sound of your heart racing.

Your lips remained connected for several seconds before he pulled away, wiping his eyes with his sweater. “You know, you still haven’t given me an answer.” he said with a soft giggle. “I mean, I know you broke up with me already, but I’m hoping you’ll reconsider!” 

You let out a giggle yourself. “Of course, Garreth! Of course I’ll marry you! I’m sorry! I was just scared. I’m so excited for this next chapter in my life, but I’m so scared.”

His hands came up to cup your face, wiping the tears from your eyes “I know sweetheart! But I’m here. I’m always going to be here. You don’t have to be scared. We’ll face everything that life throws at us together. ” He took his hands off your face, taking your left hand in one, and the ring in the other, sliding the ring on your finger. More cheers could be heard from other students as he did so. It was a gold banded ring with a single small diamond in the center. You were mesmerized by the way it sparkled. “It was my mother’s. She gave it to me at Christmas when I told her I wanted to marry you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him in for another kiss. His tongue had only just swiped over yours when you heard someone clear their throat. “Yes, yes, I’m very happy for you both, but remember you’re still in school and I’m more than willing to give you both detention if you make another public display like this!” shouted Professor Weasley. 

You both spat out apologies as the spectating students dispersed. Professor Weasley congratulating you before walking away. You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the library. “Come on, future husband! We’ve got a wedding to start planning!”

As the two of you walked off, you couldn’t help but reflect on how beautiful your Hogwarts life with him had been, and how beautiful your future after Hogwarts with him would be. 

[igaveupyesterday]

When Wilbur met Y/n

summary: can men and women really be just friends? Wilbur's and Y/n's relationship started off on the wrong foot. But when they meet, years after their first encounter a new friendship blossoms. Will their friendship last or turn into something more? (AU)

author's note: hey folk, this is completely inspired by one of the greatest romcoms "When Harry Met Sally". It's my first time writing a fanfic, but I'll try my best:) I'm writing this keeping the movie and movie characters in mind, so it's not the most accurate to real-life Wilbur.

tw: more than one part, mentions of suggestive content, swearing, Wilbur is sort of an ass and edgy lol

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1977, Chicago (the first meeting)

I had an eighteen-hour road trip to New York ahead of me, I won't be going alone since I agreed to give a ride to my friend's boyfriend, whom I don't know yet. It was a beautiful day and I was anticipating finally starting my adult life.

It seems I arrived at the worst possible time. Standing just beside my car I see my dear friend and my road trip companion locking lips like it's the end of the world. I cough to get their attention and they immediately jump off of one another, flustered.

"Oh! Hi Y/n" my friend, Amanda, says after letting out an awkward laugh. Her hair was messy and her clothes were disheveled, they had been going at it for a while judging by her appearance.

"Wilbur, this is Y/n Y/l/n" Amanda introduces me.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm William Soot, You can call me Wilbur" The man I'll be spending eighteen hours with greets me. He was tall and lanky, had a good style, and wore round glasses on his face, that were ever so slightly sliding off his nose.

"Wanna drive the first shift?" I ask while smiling.

"No, no you're there already aren't ya" He responds, walking to the trunk to put his bags in. He throws them in with ease and turns to Amanda to say his goodbyes.

"I'll call you as soon as I get to New York," Wilbur says caressing her cheek. I sensed a dramatic dialogue between two love birds incoming.

"Oh, you better!!! No, scratch that, call me on the road, I just miss you so much already sweetie!!" Amanda squeals while jumping into her boyfriend's arms. By the way, they were acting, you could assume he was off to war.

"And I miss you too!!" He says after kissing her one last time, he makes his way to the passenger seat. As soon as he sits down, I don't waste a second and start driving.

Wilbur starts looking for something in the back.

"Well, Wilbur, it's an eighteen-hour ride to New York, so I was thinking the most efficient way to get there is if we switch who's driving every three hours, that way we'll be driving 6 shifts each, but we can also switch out by mileage-"

"Want a grape?" He cuts me off, popping one in his mouth.

"No, no thank you"

Turns out the thing he was looking for in the back was a bag of bright purple grapes.

He chews on the grape as I process the fact he completely ignored what I said. There's a short silence.

"So, tell me the story of your life, we've got eighteen hours to kill before New York," He says looking over at me.

"The story of my life? Well... It wouldn't be a very long story, not much has happened to me, anything extremely remarkable at least. That's why I'm moving to New York" I state, looking over at him, he looks bored and unamused.

"So you're going to New York, so something happens to you?" He asks for clarification.

"Yes"

"Well, what's in New York for you?"

"I like to keep my dreams and aspirations private" I answered after hesitating.

"Mm, so you're one of those people" There's a noticeable groan in his voice. Wilbur turns his gaze away from me.

"Okay, well what if you go to New York, nothing happens, you live a boring and plain life, and then die having accomplished nothing," He says nonchalantly. He put his grapes down and was now checking himself out in the rear-view mirror.

I pause for a minute, processing Will's bizarre comment. I didn't expect Wilbur to be this.. unique? but I guess I did get a warning.

"Amanda did mention you had a dark side," I say after a while.

"I do. Why don't you? You know, I bet you're one of those people that draws hearts instead of a dots on the letter i" There's a tone of mocking in his voice.

"Excuse you, I have a dark side just as much as any other person" I defend myself.

"When I start reading a book, I always read the last page, so if I die I know how the book will end, that, my friend, is a dark side." He tells me, noticeably proud.

"Oh please, that doesn't make you deep" I roll my eyes. I wasn't a fan of pessimistic people or just people who thought that being edgy was cool, so this conversation wasn't amusing me.

"Do you think about death?" He asks. He clasped his hands together and was now looking at me.

"Yes, I do" I sigh.

"Yeah, sure you do, for you, it's just a fleeting thought, I think about death constantly-" He spoke faster and raised his hands, clearly irritated.

"And you think that makes you a better person? I cut him off, annoyed.

"Look, all I'm saying is, when the day comes I'm gonna be prepared and you won't" He shrugs.

"Or you just might ruin your life waiting for it" I argue.

And with that, the car fell silent.

six hours later

"So you're telling me that you'd rather marry a rich guy and be stuck in a loveless marriage rather than date a guy who you've had the best sex with," Wilbur asks pulling into a diner.

Will and I had spent at least an hour talking about a movie we've both seen, where the main character goes after a plain rich guy instead of the bad boy. I agreed with the main character's choices, but Wilbur, of course, shared the opposing opinion.

"Yes!! And any reasonable woman would say the same, we need stability not some one-time fling" I answer getting out of the car and entering the diner.

"Mm yeah, I get it," My friends' boyfriend says in a sinister way.

"What?"

"...."

"What!"

'...."

"What do you get?' I shouted. The way he suddenly "got something" after arguing for a few hours made me suspicious.

"Well you've clearly never had great sex," He says smirking.

"I have had plenty of good sex!" I deny a bit too loud, gathering the attention of people eating their dinner.

"With whom?" He asks sitting down.

"I'm not telling you that" I say firmly.

"Yeah, sure whatever"

As we sit Wilbur asks me about my previous partners and I answer some of his questions reluctantly. Soon enough the waiter came to take our orders, our food didn't take long to reach us and we had dinner.

"3.45$ is 50% of my share so together... it's 6.90$" I mumble counting how much I have to pay. I make sure to add extra to tip the waitress.

I look up and my eyes meet with Wilbur, who's staring at me.

"What?" I ask

"...." He doesn't answer, instead, his eyes move around me like he's analyzing me.

"What is it?"

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask while wiping my face with my palms.

"You're a very attractive person" He says after an unusualy long pause.

"Thank you" I answered, caught off guard.

"Amanda never mentioned how attractive you were" He leaned in. He placed his hands underneath his chin and was carefully observing me.

"Maybe she doesn't think I'm attractive" I simply shrug. I don't see why my friend would ever need to mention my attractiveness to her boyfriend.

"I don't think it's a matter of opinion, undeniably, you are attractive" His eyes were locked with mine, he hadn't looked away in what felt like forever. I started feeling uneasy about this situation, I felt something deeper than just innocent admiration in his gaze.

"Amanda is my friend," I say while getting up to leave. The thought that my friend's boyfriend might have been flirting with me made me tense. I wanted to get to our destination as soon as possible to avoid the awkwardness.

"So what?" the pitch in his voice sounded genuine.

"What do you mean so what? You're hitting on me"

"No, I wasn't" He denies. I don't know if he was trying to fool me or himself.

"You totally were!"

"Okay, let's say for the sake of the argument I was hitting on you, what do you want me to do about it? I can't just take it back"

"Just pretend it didn't happen and don't do that again" I ordered him, sitting in the driver's seat, ignoring the fact that he just affirmed my suspicion.

"Okay, Okay yeah never do it again" He repeated

There was a short silence.

"Wanna spend the night in my motel? See what I did there, I did it again-"

"William!"

"What?"

"William, We're just going to be friends okay?"

"Yeah, friends totally! that's the best" He says sarcastically, shoving a toothpick in his mouth and crossing his arms.

We both stay silent.

"You know, you and I could never be friends," He says shattering the silence. His arms were still crossed, only now, he seemed more relaxed.

"And why is that?"

"Because men and women can't be friends, feelings or sex always ruin the friendship" He states, looking over at me with his brown eyes. He was completely confident in his statement.

"That's not true, I have plenty of male friends who I am not interested in"

"Well, do you know if they're not interested in you?"

"Yes," I can't lie, I wasn't confident in my answer.

"Wrong, You never know what's going on in a guy's head, They always have ulterior motives"

"Well then, Will, I guess we won't be friends"

"I guess we won't"

"It's a shame, you were the only person I knew in New York"

end of part 1

author's note: spent a long time writing this I would appreciate any feedback on this and if anyone wants the other parts:) Please share what you think!

[sarahh93]

Day 5 RadioRose heal/protect

Lilith and Alastor's interaction and the threat

"I haven't heard from you since the extrimination." Lilith said in a cold tone. "Are you supposed to be making sure you're doing what I told you to do? Because if you're not then you know what I'll do to the ones you care about most."

Alastor looked Lilith with shock and anger.

"You leave my mother and Rosie alone!" Alastor said in an aggressive tone. "You heard me bitch! I swear if you lay one hand one them! I-"

Lilith grabbed the collar of his neck with a smile.

"Then you won't have a problem doing what I say to protect them, would you Alastor?" Lilith told him in a sadistic tone before laughing sadistically.

Alastor looked at her with fear he could lose the 2 people he cared about most. He then shoves her hand off of him.

"Look the have to do with any of this." Alastor told her."So you have no reason to harm them in any way."

"But you did ask for Rosie's help from the early extermination." Lilith pointed out going off of what Lute told her based on the cannibals getting involved.

Alastor stood there stunt for a moment.

"I-i don't know what you're talking ab-" Alastor said trying to pretend that he didn't try asking for Rosie's help then.

"Lute told me the cannibals were involved in the last extermination." Lilith told him. "Do you expect me to believe you didn't have her help in that?"

"I uh-" Alastor stood there not sure what to say. "Fine! I did. But she doesn't need to be punished for giving your duaghter the opportunity to fight for hell and the fucking hotel."

"Alright." Lilith said. "But remember this. If you aren't going by our deal then I will make sure that you won't see them ever again. Understood?"

"I-" Alastor paused for a minute then sighed. "Yes ma'am. As you wish."

Lilith crassed Alastor's chin making him look at her. She looked at Alastor with sadistic smile with Alastor looking at her with fear and his deer ears down.

"That's my good deer." She said before removing her hand from his chin. "Now I must go. And what I said. You have a deal to accomplish. Don't break it. Got that."

Alastor looked down in shame.

"Yes ma'am." Alastor said.

"Alright." Lilith said. "I'll hold you to it."

Lilith then left. She had walked down the hotel stairs. Charlie noticed her walking down the stairs.

"Oh. Hey mom." Charlie said. "Where did you go? You said you were needing to go up stairs for something?"

"It was nothing important." Lilith said. "Just went to the little lady's room."

"Really?" Charlie said confused. "You took quite a while. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Oh Honey." Lilith cooed. "I'm alright. You don't have to worry about me."

Lilith pulled her in for a hug.

"But I do have to go." She said looking at her duaghter lovingly. "I'm going to be late for a meeting."

"Wha-" Charlie said watching her walk to the hotel doors. "Go? But... you just got here. How can you just come here and be leaving already? You barely spend a few minutes with us."

"My apologies for the cut and run." Lilith said. "But I can't be late. See you later."

Lilith open the door to walk out.

"But-but wait don't you want to at least talk to d-" Charlie tried to stop her before she closed the door. Charlie stood there being looking at the door sadly.

Vaggie walks in and notices Charlie standing there looking at the door.

"Oh. Charlie." Vaggie said looking concerned. "So how did it go with your mom now that you got to see her for the first time in over 7 years?"

"Oh. Uh, Vaggie." Charlie said trying not to look sad. "It went... super."

Charlie put on a fake smile. Vaggie didn't buy it.

"What happened?" Vaggie asked her giving her girlfriend a 'I don't believe you look'.

"She left." Charlie said removing her fake smile. "She said she was running late for a meeting and left. She didn't even stay to see dad. I was hoping she see how we were both doing and she didn't even try to stay."

"Oh, wow." Vaggie said feeling sorry for Charlie. "Charlie I am so sorry. If you there's anything I can do I'm here."

Charlie looked at Vaggie with tears in her eyes and then hugged her.

"Oh Vaggie thank you." Charlie said still crying. "That means the world to me."

"I know babe." Vaggie said.

Alastor then walks in looking pretty sad despite his smile on his face. Charlie noticed Alastor.

"Oh. Alastor." Charlie said noticing the look on his face seemed different but wasn't sure because of his smile. "How are you?"

Alastor looked at Charlie hoping to show his usual smile but Charlie could tell something was off.

"Oh. I'm just fine my dear." Alastor lied. "No need to worry about me. But about you? You certainly don't seem like your cheery self. Is there something wrong?"

Charlie frowned.

"Well after mom got back what she said the lady's room she left said she was late for a meeting." Charlie told him.

"And you're upset about that." Alastor said trying not to sound irritated by the mention of Lilith. "I'm sure you can understand how busy she must be."

"Yeah but I was hoping she stay a little while." Charlie said. "There must be a reason for her to come back after so long. And then she leaves just like that?"

"You shouldn't let it trouble you too much." Alastor told her. "I'm sure she'll return to you soon."

"Hopefully we won't be waiting for another 7 years." Vaggie said a little annoyed that she did that to Charlie.

"Y-yeah. Maybe." Charlie said unsure of if she would come back soon. Vaggie noticed this and felt bad about reminding her of how long it's been she last saw her mom.

Alastor sighed.

"Anyways I do have things I must do myself." Alastor said walking to the door. "If you need me I'll be in cannibal town. I have an important meeting with Rosie. To-da-loo."

He then closed the door and headed to Cannibal Town. Rosie was sitting at her table in her emporium sipping on some tea.

"Ah. Divine." Rosie said and started looking around. "Now where is that Alastor. He's supposed to be here. He going to be late."

"Right here madam." Alastor said popping up in the other chair at the table.

"Oh Alastor." Rosie said a little surprised. "Always popping up when I least expect it. So you asked me to have us meet here. On such short notice. Why is that?"

Alastor just sat there with his head down. Rosie frown on this looking a bit concerned.

"Alastor?" Rosie said confused as to why the sudden shift in mood. She got up and walked over to Alastor. "Alastor if there's anything wrong you can tell me. Please I know you've been gone for 7 years but I want to know if there's anything troubling. Please Alastor."

Alastor looked up at Rosie with tears in his eyes. Rosie noticed the tears.

"Alastor?" Rosie said looking even more concern.

Alastor got up and hugged Rosie. She felt surprised by him hugging her. She blushed a little.

"Alast-" Rosie said before being interrupted.

"I promise you." Alastor said. "I will NEVER let anything happen to you. Ever."

"Alastor." Rosie said unsure where this was coming from. "I know you always would but where is this coming from?"

"I-i just want to let you know that is all." Alastor told her not wanting to tell her the real reason.

"Well if that's all then I appreciate it." Rosie said. "Thank you Alastor."

"Anyway I must go." Alastor said before walking out of Rosie's emporium.

"Wait... Alastor!" Rosie said feeling concerned about him leaving so abruptly. She just stood there baffled but how he was acting.

She sighed.

"Alastor..." Rosie said quietly and in tears.

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