#of course since they don't last forever that won't even be the one they bury me with...

[clonerightsagenda]

That being said, if I could choose what to bind my soul to in order to hold myself on this mortal plane, I'd choose a beloved childhood paperback. If we're working off the rules where you end up stuck to something you've sunk a lot of emotional energy into unfortunately it'd probably be my fucking jawbone. At least I could bite people posthumously.

[harrysblues]

Clean Baby

The one in which Harry comes back from work, and the only thing he wants to do is have a shower with his newborn.

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After spending so much time working on his upcoming album Harry's House, the only thing Harry wants to do is get home to cuddle with his wife and his newborn. Y/N had given birth three months ago to a precious baby girl, Kennedy Gem, that Harry completely adores. He still doesn't believe how much he loves the little thing.

All he had wished to do since his sunshine had been born was to stay home with his family. Unfortunately, Kenny came three weeks early, and all Harry could do was rush through the last couple of things he had yet to arrange for his album release next month.

Even though he had been touring in America, Y/N's pregnancy had been kept a secret to the public. This means that not many people know what Harry has waiting for him at home, and how much he hates being away from home lately. The couple knows that they are going to need to start telling people soon, due to Harry going on tour to the UK and Europe during the summer, and Y/N and Kenny are going with him. However, they want to enjoy the most out of her without being bothered about how things are going, or people wanting to get their hands on pictures of their baby.

Harry got out of a meeting with Jeff and rushed home to be with both of his girls that he absolutely adores with his whole entire heart. They are literally the center of his universe, and the purpose that pushes him to be the best version of him everyday.

"Oh my baby, weren't you so hungry?" He heard Y/N coo right after he enters through the door. "You're the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life".

Harry is fast to lock the door and get to his family in the living room, and when he sees both of his girls on the sofa, wrapped in blankets because it is still chilly out, and Y/N breastfeeding Kenny while looking at her lovingly, he knows he made it. He is been dreaming about this his whole life.

"Hello my angels" He says while quickly sitting down in the sofa right by their side. "How has your day been? I hope fantastic. I've missed you both so so much".

He gives Y/N a passionate kiss, and they separate when they hear their baby make the cutest noise ever. "Yeah, sunshine. Do you also want a kiss?" Harry coos, and immediately kisses his baby's forehead. He is mesmerised with the way she's bonding with her mum right now.

"She's almost done, but she needs a bath. Your mum called and I got distracted" Y/N informs Harry. "She invited us to go to her house this weekend for a family get together. Gemma is also going".

"I'll call her tomorrow to let her know we are going" Harry answers. "But can I please be in charge of bath time tonight? I've missed my little ray of sunshine so much today, you have no idea".

"Oh, is that so? What about your wife?" Y/N says in a playful manner. "Did you forget about your wife when your daughter was born, or what?"

"Of course not, my love. We are soulmates, and I'm yours forever and ever" He says while burying his face on her neck. "You're the muse of all my songs, and the best thing to ever happen in my entire life".

Y/N looks at him, sees the way he is literally drooling over his daughter, and decides to agree to Harry being in charge of bath time. "Okay, I'll let you. However, you have to promise me that this won't be a recurring thing. Kenny is already so attached to you, if she starts getting used to showering with you she won't have it any other way ever again".

"Perfect, perfect, perfect" Harry celebrates. "C'mon Kenny baby, let's go get ourselves clean. Do you want to be a clean baby? Yes?" Harry takes his daughter from her mum's arms and burps her before cradling her in his arms and standing up to get to the bathroom.

"I'll be back in a bit, my love" He tells his wife. "Rest for a bit, put on your favourite show, but please don't worry about anything. You have been working so hard these last couple of months without me here, it's your turn to relax".

Y/N knows that Harry is doing the best he can to balance everything that's going on in his life right now. Nonetheless, her heart melts a little at how sweet he is being about everything. He is all she's ever asked for.

The couple shares a sweet kiss, and Y/N watches Harry and her daughter leave the room to go have a bath, so she doesn't hesitate to take up Harry's offer, and put on her favourite show.

Harry walks with Kenny in his arms to the bathroom, where he starts the shower, so that the water warms up to the perfect temperature for his baby girl, and he prepares the towels for when they get out. Then, he carefully undresses Kenny, as well as himself down to his boxers, and they both get in the shower.

Harry has his back to the shower stream, careful so it doesn't bother his little angel, while he holds her close to his chest. He did this for her first bath, because he was very scared of anything happening to her while in the water and he knew she was the safest in her daddy's arms. Ever since then, he does this as much as his wife lets him. He bonds with Kenny the best during bath times like this one, and he is determined to do this as long as his daughter lets him.

Once they are both completely wet, Harry takes a soft cloth, and with a little drop of baby soap, he starts washing his baby. She is sleepy in her father's chest, seeing as she loves listening to his heartbeat whenever she lays there. So when she notices her sleep being disrupted, she starts whimpering.

"Oh no, sunshine. Don't cry" He says softly to her. "It's just daddy cleaning you up, isn't that right? Didn't you want to be a clean baby?" Kenny stops the moment she hears her fathers voice, and looks up to him with the cutest smile ever.

"Hello, Kenny baby" He coos down at her. "It's bath time with daddy! We love bath time with daddy!" Harry exclaims while bouncing her a little and tickling her stomach. She lets out the most beautiful giggle Harry has ever heard, and he is completely sure he'll never get tired of it.

"How has your day been? Did you have fun with mummy?" He asks her softly while cleaning her body and shampooing the little curls she has started growing. "I'm very jealous that you get to spend so much time with her, especially cuddling. I love cuddles, you know that?" Kenny sees her father talking, and decides to start mumbling and making noises, as if she was answering all of his questions. Harry doesn't doubt it for a second, and he immediately starts talking to her as if she knew what he was saying.

"You love mummy's milk? Is that what you are saying?" The smile could be heard in his voice, as he was looking down at his precious daughter. Kenny squeals and slaps her little hands softly on her daddy's chest, making him chuckle. "We are so grateful for what she is doing for us, isn't that right? She is the most wonderful woman ever, and you are so lucky that you get to learn form her. You are going to be just like her".

The conversation carries on, Harry not once getting bored with the cute interaction, and he finishes giving her a bath and also, washing his body and hair. He would lie and tell Y/N that washing himself with only one arm wasn't difficult, but he would do it every day for his baby girl. It was very difficult for him to explain the bond he had with his daughter during these showers. The idea of her being completely dependent on him was something he thought about every single day. And he obviously loved every single minute of it.

Once both of them are clean, they get out of the shower and Harry carefully wraps Kenny in a very fluffy baby towel with a hood and bear ears on top. It was a gift from Mitch and Sarah for when she was born, and it is the cutest thing ever. Harry can't help but take pictures of her and send them to the love band's group chat every single time she uses it.

He creadles her in his arms again and wraps another towel around his waist. He obviously struggles, and he notices Kenny is watching him in the mirror when she lets out a very loud laugh, seeing her daddy drop his towel many times until he manages to wrap it in place.

"Oh my, Kenny baby! Are you laughing at y'daddy?" He jokingly reprimands her. "Does daddy make you laugh? Yeah?" He only gets more belly laughs from her, and he smiles so big, both of his dimples very prominent on his face, that he swears his cheeks are going to fall off. He is even trying to make her laugh harder, making weird faces at her while they both look at each other through the mirror.

When Kenny starts shivering a little, Harry knows it's time to get her dressed in a very cute pijama and put her to sleep. She was about to fall asleep on his chest after all, so he carries her to her bedroom and dresses her in his favourite pijamas of hers, decorated with little cherries, right after putting lotion on her with a very long massage. He loved pampering his girls, and he wasn't embarrassed to show it.

When she has her hair brushed, and she is ready for bed, with her pacifier on her mouth, Harry brings her to his bedroom so he can get ready.

"I know you're sleepy, sunshine. Let me get dressed and we'll go say goodnight to mummy, alright?" He tells her, while laying her in the middle of his king sized bed. He surrounds her with pillows so she won't roll and fall, although she is too tired to even move.

Harry goes inside his wardrobe to get into his pijamas really quick, and he looks at her playing with her hands at the top of her head while he is in his bathroom, doing his skincare and styling his hair.

"Let's go, angel" He kisses Kenny on the forehead, while picking her up and laying her against his chest. "We have to wish mummy a very good night, isn't that right?" Kenny softly coos, and Harry melts at the sound of her little voice. He can't wait for when she's able to tell him how she feels, or what she thinks.

When they get to the living room, Y/N is asleep on the couch. Harry quickly notices, and without wanting to wake her up, he gets down on his knees right next to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. "C'mon Kenny, give mummy a kissy so we can go to sleep" He whispers.

Right when he is about to get up from the floor to put Kenny to sleep, Y/N stirs awake. "Harry, cuddles please" His wife's demand earns a chuckle from Harry, but he doesn't think twice. He hands Kenny to Y/N, and he gets on the couch besides her to cuddle with the love of his life and his baby.

With the TV playing softly, the warmth of the blankets the three of them are wrapped up in, the feeling of his wife breathing, and the peaceful noises coming from his baby, Harry is in heaven. This is the best life he could have ever wished for, and he could never be happier.

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First post! Please let me know if you like it and want more! Alsooo, don't forget to reblog :)

[gingiesworld]

Family Ties (9/9)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst

AN: This is the last one guys. I have really enjoyed writing this fic, and thank you guys for the support for it.

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @natashasilverfox @the-ox-fan20 @upsidedowndanvers

18+ MINORS DNI

As soon as the babies were cleared to leave the med bay, Nat had set up two cribs in her room. She even went out and bought a lot of clothes and other things the babies will need.

"I think we should move with your family." Nat stated as she watched Y/N rock Ivory to sleep.

"What?" She questioned as Nat gave her a gentle smile.

"They are like you, Y/N, they need to be with your kind." Nat told her.

"You would move with us?" She asked as Nat smiled at her. "Because I don't think I can deal with being away from you again. My heart won't take it."

"Of course I will be coming with you." Nat smiled at her as she placed Aaron Jr down. "This, what we have is forever."

"But what about the team here?" Y/N questioned, she had already become accustomed to everyone here.

"I will still help with missions and work but my home will be with you and our babies." Nat told her as she caressed her cheek. "You are my home Y/N." She whispered before she pecked her lips. She watched as Y/N carefully placed Ivory down.

"I've been training too." Y/N told her. "Vision and Steve have been helping me."

"When do you find the time?" Nat questioned.

"Some nights I can't sleep." Y/N told her. "Since the last fight, and Ricard. He was a well respected Elder when I was growing up. He had a lot of pull when it came to the pack and I guess he was like a second father to me and I killed him." She confided in her. "And I was ready to die at that moment. I was ready because I stopped the one threat that remained to my family and I knew that you and everyone here would be safe, Steve saw to that."

"He also saved you." Nat reminded her.

"He did." She nodded with a smile as she wrapped her arms around her. "He made sure that I came home to you." She kissed Nat's lips tenderly before Nat buried her head in Y/N's neck. Just enjoying the simplicity of the moment.

"Auntie Wanda is here." Wanda let herself in and made her way over to the babies.

"What if we were naked?" Nat questioned with a raised brow.

"Then I would be saving these two, wouldn't I, babies." She spoke in a childish voice making the two smile at her. "Besides, it's not like you two are even making that move on each other again."

"Wanda, darling." Vision phased through the wall, a smile on his face as he saw her holding Ivory.

"I want one." She pouted as she looked at the sleeping baby.

"Well, get all of the baby time in now." Nat told her as she packed a bag for the two. "We will be moving to live with the pack."

"Why?" She whined as Y/N chuckled at her.

"They will need to be free to be themselves Wanda." Nat told her firmly. "They can't do that here. Besides, they will only be just outside of the city."

"And you can come and visit anytime you want to." Y/N added as Wanda looked between the two.

"You're leaving too." She spoke as she looked at Nat, who only nodded.

"After the wedding." Nat informed her.

"But that's so soon." Wanda whispered as she placed the baby down to hug the two of them. "I'm going to miss having you both here."

The wedding soon came by fast, it was only a small ceremony, just family. Both Y/N and Nat wore matching suits as they listened to Bruce speak. The two couldn't tear their eyes from each other, loving smiles on their faces.

"Now for the vows." Bruce gestured to the two.

"Right." Y/N smiled. "I have never really been good with words. Well, I was away from civilization for the most part." She tried to joke. "But the moment we met, it seemed like something had awakened within me, something called to me and my heart listened. I wasn't the brightest when it comes to relationships, this is my first one and well, I found my better half, my soulmate on the first go." She smiled as Nat listened to her every word. "What I am trying to say is that, I love you so much and my love for you only grows deeper with every passing moment."

"And you're not good with words." Nat teased as everyone chuckled. "Wow, well I guess I used to think that love was for children, that was how I was raised, but you came into my life and it seemed like my whole world shifted. Something changed within me and I was drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame. I never understood my feelings at first, I had never been in love before, but you came crashing into my life and turned it the right way up. It was already upside down and I just didn't know it." She squeezed Y/N's hand as she took a deep breath. "I love you so much Y/N and I will spend every day loving you."

"I now pronounce you wife and wife." Bruce smiled, watching as Nat kissed Y/N passionately as everyone applauded the newly wedded couple.

"I'm so happy right now." Y/N whispered as she gazed lovingly into Nat's green eyes. "You are my happiness, my love and my heart."

"Stop." Nat whispered shakily. "You're going to make me a blubbering mess." Y/N kissed her forehead before the two walked down the aisle, arms linked as everyone smiled endearingly at the couple.

The move was challenging, Y/N and Nat had everything packed but Nat wasn't entirely ready to say goodbye to the family she had grown to love.

"This isn't goodbye." Y/N whispered as they sat side by side in the new car that Tony had gifted them, telling them that Nat's car wasn't suitable for the car seats for babies.

"I know." Nat turned to Y/N. "It's just the end of a chapter."

"And the start of the next." Y/N told her with a smile. Nat started the drive away from the compound to their new home, ready for the future that awaits them.

As the years went by, the two would help the Avengers on missions, but never going at the same time. The children had changed for the first time and Y/N and her father were the ones to take them on their first run. Aaron watched Y/N with a proud smile on his face as she taught the children what he had taught her.

"You have grown into an extraordinary mother." He told her as she put them to bed, reading them a story to keep them from worrying about their mama.

"I had the best parents to learn from." Y/N told him as they both sat on the porch, watching as the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon shone brightly above. "I only want what is the best for them."

"And you have given them so much more." He told her. "When is Nat coming home?" He asked her.

"She was supposed to be home today." She told him.

"You're worried about her." He pointed out.

"I can sense something is wrong." She told him. "I just don't know what." She told him.

"Go to her." He told her.

"But the kids?" She questioned as he smiled.

"They have their grandparents, aunts and uncles." He told her. "We will keep them both safe." He told her as she nodded, not wasting any time in phasing and racing to Natasha, following her scent only to run right into a battle, tearing enemies apart before she changed back.

"What are you doing here?" Nat asked as she held her side, leaning against the wall.

"I figured you needed me." She told her as she helped her up.

"But the kids?" She questioned as she limped, Y/N taking her pistol and shooting any enemies in their way.

"Are safe." She told her. "I just needed to make sure you were safe." Nat just watched as Y/N guided her out to the team, soon placing her on the gurney for Bruce to start working.

"How did you know I needed you?" Nat questioned.

"I could feel it." She admitted as she held her hand. "We are tied together Nat. I feel everything you feel, when you're in pain, I can feel it. I just can't really explain it. I just know that our hearts beat together as one."

"Kiss me." She whispered that Y/N wasted no time in pressing a tender loving kiss to her lips. A smile on both of their faces when they pulled away. The two saw forever in the eyes of the other and Nat felt safe knowing that Y/N would run to the ends of the earth to make sure that she was safe.

[vioartemis]

Alone with you

(Tara carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After your girlfriend of 4 years got brutally attacked at her house, you're willing to do anything to keep her safe, even if it means putting yourself in danger Request here :)) Warnings: blood, injuries, Tamber (one sided) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You just learnt your girlfriend had been attacked the night before and ran to the hospital to be by her side when she would wake up.

When she opened her eyes, you could say she was relieved to see you next to her.

"Y/n...?"

"Hi baby..."

She started to tear up, lower lip trembling.

"I was so scared..." she sobbed "He- he was wearing a Ghostface costume Y/n... w-what if it's another psycho like the others...?"

You sat on the bed and hugged her, stroking her hair as she cried against you, gripping your shirt tight.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you... y-you're gonna be okay from now on, I'm here, I'll protect you my love..."

You tried your best to comfort her, and even though you were not the best at it, it was working. She felt safe in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please don't leave me..."

"I won't, I swear. I'm staying here as long as you need me to" you placed a kiss on her head "Do you want me to tell our friends you're awake?"

She shook her head slightly, not letting go of you.

"I'll do it myself, but not now... I want to stay alone with you. Can you lay in bed with me...?"

"Of course"

You took off your shoes and slipped in her bed, taking her back in your arms.

You had no idea who could have attacked your girlfriend, but whoever it was, you were going to make them pay for almost taking her away from you.

Yet you felt that maybe they didn't want to kill her. They could have easily sunk their knife in her throat or in any vital organs for the final blow. But they didn't.

Either it was part of their plan, or they just couldn't.

You hoped it was the first option with your whole heart. Because if it wasn't, it meant the new Ghostface could be one of your friends. Someone that loved Tara so much they couldn't kill her.

If anyone else came to this conclusion, you would be the prime suspect. That's what prevented you from sharing your theory with the police. Your girlfriend doubting you was the last thing you wanted.

After Tara texted Wes around half an hour later, and ten more minutes for them to come here, your friends arrived at the hospital, soon followed by none other than Samantha Carpenter and her boyfriend.

You got out of Tara's bed when your friends arrived, now sitting on a chair right next to her bed, holding her hand.

How many years had it been since you saw Sam for the last time? 5 years? More? It felt like an eternity. She used to babysit Wes, Mindy, Chad and you when you were younger, but you knew her before that, being Tara's friend since forever.

You had always loved her, she was the older sister you never had. Until she left. You never heard of her since that day.

You hoped she had changed and she wouldn't hurt Tara anymore.

"Look guys, Tara's really tired. Maybe we should give her some space" Amber suggested

Everyone agreed and started to leave.

"Not you Sam. I want you to stay"

You gave a last squeeze to your girlfriend's hand before sitting up too.

"I'll text you and be back later in the day" you said softly

"Wait before you go..."

She beckoned you to lean in, and put her valid hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you tenderly.

"I love you" she whispered against your lips

"I love you too baby"

You smiled, giving her a last peck on the lips before standing up, cheeks a little redder than usual. Sam looked shocked but didn't say anything as you walked past her.

Once you left, Tara broke down again in her sister's arms. Like you, Sam tried her best to comfort her, hugging her and patting her back.

She tried to make Tara think of something else.

"How long has it been? Y/n and you"

A smile crept on Tara's face as she heard your name.

"Four years, since freshman year"

Sam could see you made her sister happy. The light in her eyes, this little shiny light couldn't mean anything else. She always thought you would make a great couple.

Out of all of her sister's friends you had always been her favorite. She knew Wes had a crush on Tara back in the days, but she never thought she liked him back. Even then, she only had eyes for you.

"You make a cute couple"

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"Welcome to act three"

So it was her all along? Her that attacked Tara at her house and at the hospital? Her that almost killed the person you loved the most?

You knew she had a crush on Tara. You saw it in the way she looked at her, even though she denied it. Maybe Amber's feelings were the only thing that saved Tara.

Amber tried to shoot Sam but Tara pushed her arm up, making her miss. Everyone split up, running away from the psycho while she dragged Tara upstairs.

"Y/n-!"

You rushed in the kitchen to grab a knife, before heading upstairs as fast as you could. Amber had a gun, you had to have something to defend yourself.

When you found them, Amber was tying Tara up with duct tape.

"Get the fuck away from her"

The brunette paused for a second before slowly standing up, reaching behind her for her gun.

"I really should've killed you when I could." she groaned, glaring daggers at you

She tried to shoot you but missed. The bullet only brushed your arm, burning your shirt and skin in the process.

You clenched your teeth at the pain but wasted no time and rushed toward her, cutting her wrist with the knife enough to make her drop the gun.

She bent down and held her bleeding wrist against her. You took a step closer, thinking it was safe, but her head jolted up before she launched herself at you.

Taken by surprise, you fell to the ground, knife still in hand. You tried to stab her but she stepped on your wrist, forcing your hand opened, and took the knife.

You scream in pain as she sank the blade into your stomach harshly, positioning herself on top of you. Her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard.

"You really thought you could steal her from me like that huh? She's mine. Has always been. I've waited long enough."

You tried to push her away, but her grip on your throat was cutting your air off, and her weight on you pushed the knife even deeper in your stomach.

You started feeling lightheaded. Was this really how you were going to die? You couldn't do anything, all your strength taken away by the lack of air.

"Fuck you" you managed to say before a vase crashed on her head

She fell to the side, the impact knocking her out. You took a deep breath and coughed when you tried to sit up, the knife still in your stomach.

Tara sat next to you, concern written on her face.

"Are you okay babe...?"

You gave her a thumbs up, still trying to catch your breath. You would definitely have a mark with how hard she was squeezing your throat.

After a moment, you tilted your head up slightly toward the knife.

"Should we take it out?"

"Wouldn't you get hurt more if we don't?"

"I don't know... but right now it prevents me from bleeding too much..."

"Maybe we should take it out. You know, no risk for anyone to twist it while it's still in you"

She wasn't wrong.

"Okay okay, but you're gonna have to do it my love..."

She gulped, looking at the knife with apprehension. She really didn't want to hurt you. But Amber could regain consciousness at any moment, and this time she would kill you.

"I'm going at three okay...?"

She grabbed the handle with her valid hand.

"One, two-" she pulled it out in one swift motion, blood gushing out of your wound

You swore under your breath, fists clenched. Tara was looking for a towel or something to bandage you up when you saw Amber moving in the corner of your eye.

"Shit" you mumbled, sitting up painfully "Tara baby, we need to go, she's waking up"

You got up as quickly as you could while Tara grabbed her crutches, lying next to Amber's bed. You took the knife and the gun with you, hoping Amber would be confused enough not to chase you right after she woke up.

As you went downstairs with Tara, Richie appeared in the hall.

"Where were you? Where's Amber?"

"Upstairs" Tara said "she tried to lock me up in a closet"

Richie's eyes widen when he saw you were bleeding. He got closer to you.

"She stabbed you"

"No shit Sherlock. How did you figured that out?"

When he took one more step closer, you saw something shiny in his hand. But it was to late to back up now, the blade was already sinking in your leg. You hissed in pain, tears in your eyes.

"She's gonna be pissed if I kill you. But don't worry, you're gonna die soon" he smirked at you "Don't even try to save her Tara, you-"

He turned around but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck"

What happened after that was mostly the two of them explaining their plan to you, once you were all gathered into the kitchen - except for Tara - and some more fighting.

At one point, one of them plunged a knife in your back. You were tired of getting stabbed.

The first thing you remembered after that was Amber getting BBQed alive by Gale and Sidney. Deserved, you thought.

Then, the three of you went to the hall where Sam was slicing Richie's throat.

"Careful, they always come back"

Sam took Gale's gun and shot Richie three times. But as you thought it was finished, you heard a scream behind you. Amber was running toward you, knife in hand.

But before she could harm anyone, she was shot in the head.

"That's for stabbing my girlfriend."

Her sweet voice was filled with anger and sadness. You walked toward her, relieved that nothing happened to her, and hugged her tight, not caring if it hurt you.

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Months after this night, your wounds had healed, only leaving painless scars. Your throat still hurt sometimes, but never too much. The doctors said it was normal after what Amber did.

"Okay I'm leaving, have fun girls!"

Today was your fifth anniversary, and for the occasion, Sam was leaving for the night, giving you more intimacy. You were almost living with them given the time you spent at their house instead of yours.

This year, you settled for a simple date at home; romantic dinner, Netflix and chill. With the recent events, none of you wanted to go out too much.

You spent the day preparing everything with her, cooking, fighting with the flour, laughing together. That was so much fun, knowing you were not the best cook.

Everything was ready now, you just had to change.

When you finally went to the living room, Tara was lighting up the candles. She was gorgeous. You stared in awe for a minute before she made her way to you and pressed a kiss on your lips.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I- You're gorgeous tonight my love..." you placed your hands on her waist "Breathtaking even"

You could see her blush at your words.

"I could say the same to you babe" now it was your turn to blush, making her lips curl up "Come on, dinner's gonna get cold"

That was clearly not the best dinner you ever had quality speaking, but it was the best because you made it with the girl you loved.

When it was time to get the cake - maybe the best dish you had made this day - you took a small box out of your pocket.

"Before we eat the cake, I'd like to give you something"

You handed her the little box across the table, a wide smile on your face.

"Wait I got you something too" she said

She handed you a little box, almost the same as yours.

"We open it together okay?"

"3, 2, 1..."

You opened the boxes at the same time.

You got her a promise ring, physical symbol of your love for her and that you would be there no matter what.

It took you weeks to find the perfect one, but you found it. The color, the shape, it was the one you imagined. You knew it wasn't that important, but finding a pretty ring was a must to you.

When you opened your gift, you saw... a promise ring. You saw this one when you were looking for hers. It was definitely the one you would have chosen.

You were both speechless, rings in hand, and after a moment you started laughing.

"Looks like we had the same idea" you smiled, putting the ring on while Tara did the same "it's perfect baby"

You got up from your chair, leaning forward to kiss her across the table, entwining your fingers with hers in the process. She smiled against your lips.

"A perfect ring for a perfect girl"

[vitzi9]

Of course Ghostface wants you!

Gf!Ethan X GN!Reader

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

‼️CW/TW‼️: scar; manipulative E; yandere!Ethan

If there's others tell me.

Not satisfied with this one, like really not. I fell like this is pure shit. Sorry.

"I'm scared, E. I'm actually terrified."

Ethan tightens his hold around you and kiss your forehead. The both of you lying down on your bed after a movie and an argument with the group.

"Ghostface wants us, he probably wants me, too! I don't wanna die, not like this. And the group... They want to separate you from me. You're my only support. Don't leave."

"I won't leave you." He whispers in your ear. "I'd never leave you. Nobody'll ever separate you from me. We'll be together forever. I'll protect you from everything."

According to Mindy, Ethan was the main suspect. When the first attack occurred, he wasn't here. Everyone got hurt, and Anika...

A wave of sadness overcome you and you feel your eyes water again.

"Love..." Ethan whispers, concern in his voice.

His thumbs caress your cheek while a weak smile makes his way to your face. The first attack was so unexpected, nobody was ready.

You even got hurt, too. Ghostface plunged his knife into your thigh. The hit was directed towards Sam but, trying to push her away, you fell and got hurt instead of her. Badly. You'll never regret it though.

Ethan's hand goes down your shoulders, to your hips to finally settle on your thigh. Where your stitches remains. He does not put his palms directly on it since the scar is really fresh and not healed yet. But his hand was still close to it. He was feeling guilty ever since he saw you with Chad near the ambulance. He was blaming himself.

"It's not your fault, E." You say.

-Yes, it is. I should have been here.

-But you weren't. It's useless to think of what you could have done. I'm alive. That's what matters."

You feel water running down your head. A single drop. A tear. Ethan is crying. You take Ethan's hand which is on your thigh and move it to your hip. Your good leg sneak its way in between his. While the hurt one goes above them to frame him. But not too far in case you worsen your stitches by stretching it. Both of your arms go under his. Your chest is glued to his.

"It's my fault.

-It's Ghostface's fault. He's the one who attacked me. Not you."

Ethan stays silent. His hand caress your back slowly and you do the same for him. Both of you comforting each other in the almost religious silence of the room. Some cars could faintly be heard outside but you were not paying attention to them.

In this hug, you were protecting each other. You were telling him how much you loved him, how much you were grateful. While Ethan was telling you that everything would be fine. He was so worried... You were happy he had econ. You don't know what you would have done if you saw him get hurt. He's the only one who understands you. The last thing you want is to see him in danger.

"You're risking your live by staying with me, you know ?" You talk with a shaky voice. You were getting emotional again just by thinking of what could happen.

"I'm sure Ghostface won't hurt you. How could he kill someone as pretty as you?"

"That's not funny, E. I'm really scared.

"I know but I swear to you, from now on, I'll always be by your side."

You nod, burying your face in his chest. Your arms tighten around him. You feel him tense for a second. Worried, you look up at him to just see him smiling, all softened, at you. He was so pretty. How could the others ever think of him as a criminal ? He was the one massaging your back when you were tired. He was the one cuddling you when you were sad. He was the one litteraly apologizing to chairs when he bumped into them. He was the one crying watching romantics movies ! How could he kill someone?

"Did I hurt you?" You ask.

-No, love. Why?" He whispers back.

You took time to respond, chilling in the pretty silence of the room where all you could hear were your two breath. It was hot but a nice hotness. A calming one. It made you sleepy, you who had sleep issue.

"Your body contracted when I touched you.

-It's nothing..."

Still worried, you move in the bed. Your back now facing him. He's whining, missing your body close already. You grab your phone and quicky return under the blanket. This time though, your head goes underneath. With the flashlight of your phone, you move up his shirt and look at where you touched moment prior. Ethan sighs.

"I told you it's nothing."

But you ignore him and go back to the surface. Meeting his accustomed yet loving gaze.

"Did your hurt yourself? You have a bruise on your hip."

He laughs nervously, as if embarrassed. His big hands takes a good hold of your hips before moving you up until you're face to face. He then hides his face in your neck. He loved doing that, manhandling you. You never understood why. He sighs once in the comfort of your body.

"I bumped into the corner of the table yesterday."

You had doubts.

"You're not hiding something from me, right ?"

But Ethan never doubted himself.

"What ? You think I'm Ghostface, too?" He said in a ironical tone, knowing damn well he won already.

You were not laughing. You would never dare doubt your boyfriend like that. The only reason you asked that was because you were scared he got into a fight or simply hurt himself bad. It happens, after all. Never would the thought he was a murderer even cross your mind. So you push him away from you a little to see his face. Not even a shadow of a smile on your face.

"Don't say that. Even for a joke. You know it makes me angry. I don't like them saying that. You're not Ghostface. I think I'd knew it well if you were a damn serial killer." You said, gritting your teeth, your hands clenching around his shirt.

-Well, I don't like them saying that either. Plus, they imply that you'd be stupid enough to be in a relationship with someone you barely know. But you're not stupid. And we know each other. You're the cleverest person in the damn world.

The subject changed and you didn't even notice.

-I am stupid sometimes, though. There is lot of things that I don't notice. Like when that guy was following me home. If it weren't for you I'd be dead.

-And that's why I'm here.

It was his duty, after all. To protect you.

-But Ghostface is not just a creepy guy in an alley. He's much more dangerous Ethan. And he wants me dead. He wants me.

-Of course he wants you my love, you're so pretty. Everyone want you.

You move away from his embrace and stare at him angrily. You had already told him not to joke like that and he was still doing it. Your eyes were swollen and your cheeks were dry. Contradictory with the long minutes you spent wetting them.

-Seriously Ethan, don't joke on that subject. It's making me uncomfortable. Anika is dead because of that guy. I don't want to laugh.

You cringed internally mentioning your friend. Fuck, she wasn't even related to the group that much. She was new, like Ethan. Why was she targeted ?

-I'm joking on it because I know nothing will happen to you. You're safe with me." He was smiling. A reassuring smile. One you could pour all your trust in.

You could never stay mad at Ethan anyway. Less in a situation like this. You needed support. And your friends didn't want him around. You only had him to dry your tears.

"I don't want you to get hurt." You said, entering back your safe place: his arms.

"I already told you. I won't. I'm staying here until you are safe.

-And the group? Chad, Mindy, Sam and Tara ? What about them?

-I'm sure they'll be fine. Even if they threw you out of their house...

-They didn't throw me out of the house, Ethan. I know you don't like them but they're my friends. They're scared too, you have to understand that.

-Okay, I understand. But if I wasn't here, you would have been all alone. They shouldn't have kicked you out in a situation like this."

You found nothing to answer this time. Because it was true. If he wasn't here, you'd be alone. They didn't kick you out, you left with Ethan because you were angry with their accusatory remarks towards him. But still, no one tried to call you. To know how you were doing. To even check if you were alive. And realizing that, you start crying again. You were so sensitive since Anika's death. You were truly in edge. You were happy Ethan was here.

"I'm alone E. I'm so fucking alone..." You realized.

-No, of course not. You're not alone. I'm here. I'd die for you. I'll protect you. Nothing will ever harm you as long as I'm here. You'll always be seen with me by your side. I'll marry you one day. You know that?"

You weren't listening anymore. You were remembering every memory you had with your friends. Searching a way to come back to them, to regain their trust. You needed them, they were your dear friends. Maybe you were dramatic but you had every right to be. And Ethan was right. They had left you alone to die by Ghostface. They had left you knowing you were a target. But you loved them, you couldn't resent them.

"We'll live a life where you won't need anyone but me. And I won't need anyone but you. A house secluded where no one can come. After all of this is done, we'll be together."

Ethan was smiling. But you couldn't see it.

[edenesth]

Undying Bonds (Part 9)

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 4.3k

Trigger Warning: brief mentions of attempted su*c*de

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

Part 8 | Masterlist | Part 10

Christopher.

That was a name that Chan hasn't heard anyone call him by in a good while now, just the way he had intended.

He left his identity as Christopher behind the moment he made the decision to permanently move from Australia back to South Korea for good all those years ago. His new life as Bang Chan began ever since then and he vowed to never look back on his old life again, never will he allow himself to live like that again.

He was a completely different person now.

The Christopher from before was no more, the day he became Bang Chan, he promised himself he'd be better, stronger and wiser; everything Christopher was not.

Bang Chan has achieved things that Christopher could never even begin to imagine achieving and he'd do everything to ensure things stay that way. He could say with confidence that he's done a wonderful job of that so far.

But with you standing in front of him like this again, he felt the doubts creeping in. He was so sure he no longer had any weaknesses left to hold him back from being the greatest but here you were, alive and well. His biggest weakness was still around all this while and so near to him too, he had absolutely no idea.

You see, only a handful of people knew him by that name and most of those people were no longer around, he's made sure of that.

Some buried nine feet underground in eternal sleep and some still out there roaming the streets mindlessly as an undead. Which was why he never thought he'd be hearing anyone calling him by that ever again. Had it been anyone else, he would have beheaded them right on the spot.

But it was you.

His dearest childhood friend.

You were his saviour. His first and last love. The light of his life.

The first and only person to show him that perhaps this world was not all dark and hopeless, that perhaps there was still hope in humanity no matter how minuscule; that was you.

You were the only one who truly mattered to him.

If there was one thing Chan did not despise and would dare say he missed from his life as Christopher, it would be you.

Christopher had been an outcast for as long as he could remember, he hated his life and often wondered why he was even brought to this world in the first place if he was only going to be treated like a waste of space by everyone around him.

There was not one single day where he looked forward to waking up, he was a complete failure. He was so much of a loser that he failed to even take his own life despite several pitiful attempts.

It wasn't until his final attempt that he met you, an angel sent from the heavens to save him from his misery.

He recalled having millions of questions running through his mind as you cried painfully, clutching tightly onto his shirt and begging him not to jump off the bridge.

You didn't even know who he was, how and why did you care so much for a piece of trash like him?

At that moment, he listened to you because all he wanted to do was stop your tears. He'll never forget the foreign feeling coursing through his veins when you pulled him into your arms in relief.

"Please, don't do that again... I can't imagine what you're going through, but I want to understand. You don't have to face this alone, okay? This pain that you're feeling, I promise it won't last forever... I'm willing to stay with you so, let's talk about what's bothering you, hm? Don't be afraid... I'm here to listen without judgement."

That, he later learned, was the feeling of comfort from someone who sincerely cared. True to your words, you stayed with him and listened to all his problems.

He had expected you to eventually leave him once you realise how much of a loser he was and he wouldn't even blame you for it but you didn't.

It surprised him more that you remained faithfully by his side, eventually becoming his closest and only friend. You even transferred schools so that you could be near him, always being there for him and standing up to anyone who dared bully him.

As more time went by, he realised he wanted to be more than just friends but his lack of confidence prevented him from confessing because he could tell you probably did not feel the same way.

After all, you made it pretty damn clear to not only him but even to everyone around you of your strong stance on not committing to anything even remotely related to romance. And your reason for that; you felt that relationships usually do more damage than good.

In one of your many shared conversations, he casually brought up the possibility of you seeing yourself dating him in the future. He pretended to ask that out of curiosity but deep down, he needed to know if he stood a chance.

The way your answer had left him feeling bittersweet, it wasn't something he could simply forget.

You told him you wouldn't even consider it because it was him. It broke his heart at first but then you clarified by explaining how important he was to you and how much he meant to you, that was why you couldn't risk losing him at all. You believed that a relationship between you would only ruin exactly that, your precious friendship.

As much as it sounded merely like a polite way of turning him down, you genuinely only saw him as a good friend and truly did not wish to lose him.

In fear of scaring you or pushing you further from him, he respected your wish and continued to remain a close friend to you all throughout your school years together. He would do anything just to keep you by his side even if that meant he couldn't have you as a lover because unbeknownst to you, you've become his sole purpose of living at that point.

You were the only thing keeping him going… until you were gone.

Just as he'd started to believe that life was finally being kind to him now that he could enjoy the peace and pleasure of simply having you by his side, shit happened.

It was senior year of high school when it happened, tragedy struck on one fateful day.

An accident shattered his idyllic world. Christopher, in the midst of chaos and confusion, believed that he had lost you forever. His heart broke and in his grief, he withdrew from everything and moved back to his home country to start anew.

Little did he know, you had survived the accident, though you were left battered and unconscious.

As the years rolled on, you fought your way back to life, piece by painful piece. You battled through surgeries and rehabilitation, all the while unaware of the depths of his despair. It was a long and gruelling journey back to consciousness and health, and by the time you emerged from the darkness, Christopher was no longer a part of your life.

Still fragile from your physical and emotional wounds, you felt a profound sense of abandonment. You believed that he had left you in your darkest hour and the pain of this perceived betrayal became a permanent scar on your heart.

You sought solace in building a new life for yourself, one where you wouldn't have to rely on anyone else.

Life sure had a funny way of bringing people back together because you, too, returned to South Korea to begin your new life. It was there that you met your current group of friends as well as your boyfriend when you decided to further your studies at university.

All this time, he thought he'd lost you for good.

If only he had even the slightest clue you survived, perhaps he wouldn't have left Australia and perhaps he wouldn't have become the Bang Chan that he was today. Because the person that he was now did not deserve to be by your side anymore, he was already tainted beyond recognition the day he chose to give in to all of his selfish greed and desires, the day he established Stray Kids.

The moment you'd recognised one another, it brought about a mixture of nostalgia and unresolved feelings. When your eyes properly met, a flood of memories washed over you, the happy times and the pain all swirling together.

For him, seeing you again was a mixture of relief and regret.

He had never truly moved on from your shared past and the sight of you stirred up a whirlwind of emotions he thought he had buried. He yearned to explain the truth, to tell you that he had believed you were gone and his withdrawal was born out of grief, not abandonment.

But your heart was guarded, your trust in him shattered.

You had spent years nursing your wounds and crafting walls to protect yourself from further pain, though the walls were broken down by Hongjoong years ago, that didn't apply to Christopher who had left you right when you needed him the most.

The awkwardness between you was palpable, a silent reminder of what you had lost and what could have been.

Chan struggled to find his words as he took in your current appearance. You were older now, and so was he but god, were you just as beautiful as you were all those years ago.

He exhaled shakily and lifted a hand to cup your face but his heart fell to the deepest pit of his stomach when you turned your head away to avoid his touch, he could see now in your eyes that you no longer held any affection for him.

"Please, the others are watching. Perhaps we can catch up later." You muttered, coldly pulling your hand out of his grasp.

As if finally coming back to his senses, he cleared his throat loudly and nodded, "Right, of course." He could feel the glares burning into his back from behind, no doubt from Mingi and Jongho who were ready to pounce if Chan dares to try anything inappropriate.

It was clear to everyone that the two of you shared some sort of history but none of that mattered to your friends because to them, you belonged to no one else but their captain now.

It took a bit of convincing from Changbin and Hyunjin for Hongjoong and the guys to believe what the two were telling them to be the truth.

Jongho… was now one of them?

Choi Jongho, their youngest little bear? Now a part of Stray Kids?

As much as none of them liked what they were hearing, Hongjoong knows they'd have no choice but to comply because not only Jongho but even you, Seonghwa and Mingi were now in their hands.

Putting aside their hatred for the gang for a moment, reuniting with you was the main priority now. The captain would worry about what comes next afterwards once you were all together again.

Despite their reluctance to waste any more time, the two members of Stray Kids agreed to let them have another moment with San before they leave for the gang's headquarters.

Changbin had to remind himself over and over that these were not prisoners, but VIPs under their protection.

The thought only further made the shorter male fire up in irritation, "I still can't believe we're doing this… all for Choi freaking Jongho. We take lives, we don't save them. Chan hyung hasn't even gone this far for any of us. Look at us here, playing escorts and bodyguards. Pathetic."

Hyunjin smirked dejectedly, "No shit. You don't think that's probably because we didn't put up a fight when he recruited us? We were desperate and that just makes us less valuable, we wanted to be in the team more than anything. It sucks but Minho hyung could care less if any of us died on the field, the fact that even he is putting in the work to get this fella on board…"

Both of them sighed deeply at that, "Let's just focus on not pissing either of them off, alright? We can't afford to lose any more favour than we don't already have."

The shorter member nodded bitterly, all this talk about losing favour only reminding him of Jisung's fate for failing to execute his task, causing the whole operation to fall through.

Said member was stuck in 'detention' for a week, locked up in their very own timeout room with limited access to food and water. The idea of punishments was undoubtedly all Minho's, he saw his teammates as nothing more than objects after all.

If you prove yourself to be an asset, you'll naturally be rewarded but if you become a liability, there will obviously be consequences to suffer.

These punishments serve as a lesson and you'd better learn from them because if you don't, that could result in permanent removal from not only the gang but possibly from this world too; more than three strikes and you're out.

Being a member of Stray Kids does not guarantee your safety for nothing, you practically have to work for it.

That was why it was incredibly vital to receive validation from the gang leader and his right-hand man. What bothered them was that Jongho was the only one to have that now, this automatically puts the rest of the members below the newest recruit despite the duration they've served and the loyalty they've displayed to the gang.

The two watched as Hongjoong and his friends huddled around the ground where they'd presumably just buried one of their friends.

The four were obviously very close to one another, that was the type of brotherhood that Hyunjin secretly yearned to have with his teammates but he knew it to be impossible. He understood better than anyone that the members of his gang weren't friends, they were merely co-workers just serving the same purpose.

"Just ignore them, let's say our goodbyes."

Hongjoong ordered, noticing Wooyoung glancing warily back at the two gang members who were blatantly observing them from afar, "Yes, hyung…" The younger male croaked out, bowing his head as they all turned their attention back to their friend's grave.

The captain cleared his throat and sniffled before speaking, throwing his arms around his friends to pull them close to him.

"Sannie… thank you for the moments we shared, you'll always be in our hearts. W-we love you so much, we'll carry your love with us always. You brought light into our lives, e-even though you're gone… that light will never fade. As you leave this world, please know that you made it a better place. The world may be a little dimmer without you… b-but your light will never truly go out. Rest now, my friend, you deserve peace…"

Hongjoong cursed to himself when his voice broke towards the end of his speech, causing even the usually more composed Yunho and Yeosang to sob violently.

Wooyoung, however, remained surprisingly calm as he smiled tearfully ahead. It was as if he could see his best friend standing in front of him, Hongjoong thought to himself as he looked at the younger male bidding San a final farewell.

"Goodbye for now, Sannie… I know we'll meet again someday."

The four friends stayed for a while before moving to pack up their belongings once they'd all calmed down and collected themselves from their emotional states.

As much as it hurt them to have to cut their mourning period short, they had no choice but to continue on for now. San was gone, nothing could change that but the rest of their group was still separated from them.

With only the thought of their reunion in mind, Hongjoong and his boys pushed themselves forward.

Changbin and Hyunjin stood at the entrance of the high school, waiting expectantly with their arms crossed, "About damn time you all got done with that, now let's go before the sun goes down."

Wooyoung's nostrils flared at the taller gang member's insensitivity, "Excuse me?! Our friend just die-" Hongjoong slapped a hand over his friend's mouth, "Enough, there's no point. Do you honestly think they care? Let's just cooperate." Before Wooyoung could protest, the captain shut him up with a deadly glare.

Following the two gang members out, they were led towards the main road where a well-maintained military armoured truck, spray painted with the Stray Kids logo, was parked.

"Holy shit, don't tell me you robbed even the military for this," Yunho's jaws dropped at the vehicle, Changbin grinned proudly, "You bet your ass we did. You ain't seen shit yet, buddy. Wait till we get to HQ."

Hongjoong shook his head disapprovingly while his younger friends admired the truck that was still kept in such good condition.

"Alright, losers. Fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight, or don't, I don't really care." Yeosang and Wooyoung rolled their eyes at Hyunjin's words but did as they were told regardless.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong prepared himself to face the leader of Stray Kids and racked his brain for strategies on how they could get out of the gang's grasp unharmed. Of course, he couldn't wait to see you again but the fact that your reunion would be taking place in enemy territories, it didn't make him feel too good at all.

He wondered how you were feeling at that very moment, you must have been so scared and confused.

I'm coming, my love. We'll be together again soon.

"Welcome to District 9."

Minho grinned with pride, watching all your awestruck expressions in satisfaction. You and your friends gaped at what was supposed to be the SKZ HQ.

They managed to take over an entire mall that was located in the heart of Seoul. What's amazing was the fact that it looked completely abandoned from the outside but once you enter the premise through the secret passage that led you down to the underground parking lot, it was a whole new world.

The brightly lit and flawless interior made it look as if the zombie apocalypse never reached this place at all.

Lined up in the parking were all sorts of expensive vehicles you'd think were left behind by previous owners who happened to be the last shoppers here but no, these beauties were 'acquired' by the Stray Kids members themselves when they were out hunting. They were technically like pirates and whatever you see here was obtained through the means of stealing from others.

But it doesn't end there, the best part was the inside of the building.

You had no idea how they did it but it looked just the way it was before; it was literally a regular shopping mall back in the normal world but to be able to see this now was what's mind-blowing.

You wholeheartedly believed what the rumours had said about Stray Kids now, they truly were powerful and wealthy beyond imagination. This was the level of luxury no common survivor could even begin to dream of enjoying again in their lives.

Mingi couldn't keep his excitement in when you guys were assigned to a fancy and aesthetically pleasing furniture store. Upon careful observation, you noted that the store was strategically located right next to the washroom and was also near the food court where meals were served three times a day.

"Wow, you've really outdone yourself, Chris. I wonder how many lives were sacrificed for this amount of luxury," You said sarcastically, staring directly at Chan as he sighed and approached you slowly, "Look, I… Can we talk? Please..?"

The two of you finally settled down by a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the once-beautiful city of Seoul to sort things out between you.

The journey of coming here just to speak with him was not without difficulty, Seonghwa being the biggest obstacle. He was strongly against you going anywhere alone with the gang leader. He didn't like the way Chan looks at you even one bit, he wasn't a fool and could tell right away how the leader probably felt about you just by that.

To Chan's dismay, he had to witness you reassure the tall male ever so caringly that you'd be fine. He longed to be on the receiving end of your gentle touches and soft words once again.

He scoffed loudly at Seonghwa's insinuations, as if he'd do anything to hurt you.

The audacity of these losers, Chan knew you much longer and probably better than any of your current friends. How dare they even think he'd be a danger to you. With Jongho's reluctant help, they'd eventually manage to pull Seonghwa away from you.

There were so many questions that Chan needed answers to. Like what happened back then, how did you survive, why were you here in Korea, who were these guys with you?

Instead, he ended up asking the question that mattered the least.

"Was that persistent one your boyfriend?"

His tone was bitter, "He's not but that's none of your business." The hurt expression on his face did little to affect you, he supposed he was partly relieved to hear that.

Perhaps you were still single all this while and were still firmly against the idea of dating. He'd be happy if that were the case, even if he couldn't have you, at least no one else could too.

But your cold tone still broke his heart nevertheless, did you really believe he had left you?

You hated it but your vision was slowly blurring with tears, "Don't look at me like that, like I owe you any explanations. You were the one who abandoned me, Chris, when I needed you the most." You spat, turning away from him to wipe your tears.

He shook his head furiously, "No, it's not like tha-" You held a hand up to cut him off, "I don't want to hear your excuses. How could you? After everything we've been through…"

He exhaled shakily, hands moving to grip your shoulders as he struggled to find his words, "Please, I didn't know you were still alive." At this very moment, he's become Christopher all over again. The intimidating Bang Chan was no longer in sight with you so close.

You laughed humourlessly, "You didn't know? Maybe if you just stayed around long enough, you would have found out… what baffles me is the fact that you left the country without even confirming if I really was gone..."

That shut him up for good, your point was valid.

He was quick to conclude you were gone just from the words of some people. Why hadn't he been more thorough? He realised now how bad it all looked to you and he had nothing to say for himself.

"Did you know how much I suffered after the accident? As if getting myself back onto my feet wasn't excruciating enough, I had to do it all alone because you disappeared on me."

Chan's heart wrenched in pain just imagining what you had to endure all while he was here indulging in his sinful desires without a care in the world when he should have been there with you.

His hands slid down your arms to grasp your smaller ones in his tightly, biting onto his lip to hold his tears back because he knows he had no right to cry, "You're right... God, I'm so sorry," You scoffed lightly at that, "Yeah well, sorry isn't going to change anything now."

Defeated, you sighed when he refused to let go of your hands.

"Look, you don't have to feel so bad. It's thanks to you I got to meet some people who now mean the world to me, I've... never been happier," His chest ached with envy for those lucky bastards, "I could forgive you for what happened in the past, Chris... but what I can't accept is who you've become now."

Panic filled his senses when he sees the disappointment in your eyes, you've completely given up on him. He tried to pull you into his arms when you finally managed to tug your hands free from his.

"Just let me go, Chris. We can pretend to be strangers, or maybe we don't have to pretend at all because I don't even know you anymore..."

Your words were like knives piercing into his heart, "No please, it's still me! I'm still yours, I swear! Just... at least let me explain myself, yeah? All I ask is for you to hear me out this once, you must know how much it pained me to believe you were gone... You were my everything- you still are!"

Before you could form a response, a small gasp escaped your lips when you were pulled out of Chan's hold and into a pair of familiar arms. The person standing between you and the gang leader immediately calms the storm within you.

It was Hongjoong.

You let out a shaky breath in relief, your world was complete again.

"I won't tell you twice, stay away from her," Hongjoong glowered, squeezing you protectively in his arms. Chan narrowed his eyes dangerously in annoyance at the interruption, "And who the hell are you? Know your place, this is between me and her!"

The captain smirked in amusement, "I'm her boyfriend," Chan's eyes rounded and his stomach dropped at that, his eyes fleeting over to yours for confirmation, "B-boyfriend..?" You nodded, pressing closer to Hongjoong for comfort.

"I think this is exactly where I should be, right by her side. Can't say the same for you though, Christopher."

Hope y'all liked this part! I went through a mental breakdown writing this because I was halfway through when my work was accidentally deleted and I had to rewrite everything. It was super stressful but I'm glad it's done. As always, do let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

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[thelunarfairy]

I've been having the same thought for several nights, what is the difference between the love that Amane/Hanako feels for Tsukasa and the one he has for Yashiro? [what do you think the difference is, no matter how slight and subtle and unnoticed, it sounds or looks?]

Thinking about it a lot, I realized that I had a belief (or theory) that Hanako had learned from the situation with Tsukasa and how he shouldn't force people to stay with him. However, I see the last chapter and I can only see a Hanako/Amane who STILL wants (will force, in Tsukasa's eyes) his brother to be with him. He won't let him go, not again. He won't allow it as long as he can and even if it is impossible for him to stop Tsukasa from destroying himself.

Although Tsukasa and Nene are similar, not only in actions, but also in their way of loving Amane/Hanako. But Amane/Hanako love them differently. Or, well, put better, feelings (however same they are, how similar and identical) vary in a small distinction: Amane/Hanako behave differently with their two lovers and how they should remain.

With Nene, he is willing to let her go: let her grow up, become a young adult, let her meet other boys, let her forget him forever (and it will be good for her, just an adventure in her youth).

But with Tsukasa? Forget it, he won't let him. He will be dead (he already is), disabled and buried five meters underground with a padlock rather than let him go [It's a joke, I'm just joking jaksjaka]

Or maybe it's just a saving them thing? Amane saved Tsukasa, as he fervently claims and believes. With Yashiro he also just wants to save her from death, so he won't kill her of course. They're different situations.

Hero complex, they call it like this

Although murder and suicide seem excessive to me. Seriously, he killed him to save him and then himself? Or was the suicide already agreed upon before? I will save you and since I can't live without you and you shouldn't live without me, I will commit suicide?

From time to time this happens to me, I think, I write it down and I end up rambling until I find a small alternative.

But seriously, do you think there's any difference between his love for both of them? [I mean, regardless of whether that love is different or the same, knowing Hanako and his possession of what he loves, let Nene go? Is Aidairo trying to teach us in the midst of all this that if you love someone you have to let them go? 😟]

tchau 🫶 y buenas noches o días, lindo día

So that you can understand better, you need to let go of labels. Yes, Hanako is jealous, he is possessive, but that is a consequence of something.

Generally people with these characteristics are not born that way, they can develop them according to life experiences. Amane lost Tsukasa when he was still four years old.

Can you imagine the pain of a four-year-old child who doesn't even know how to deal with this, having to suddenly lose the brother he loves so much?

Imagine that every day he went out to look for his brother around the house, who called him day after day and was never answered, who stayed at the window every night wishing he would come back.

Many adults don't know how to deal with this, much less a child. A missing person is almost as painful as death. This is because death confirms that you will never find that person again, but disappearance gives room for hope.

You create hope of seeing that person again even if they have already died, and in some cases you may never find out what happened to them. Can you imagine that this is more tortuous than death? Death makes you learn to deal with the absence of that person, disappearance does not.

After Tsukasa returned Amane may have become insecure, he knows the pain he felt with his absence and he doesn't want to feel that again. Nene is a girl, a girlfriend, he could find as many girlfriends as he wanted, but his brother is unique.

Would you compare a relative of yours to dating? Which one is more important?

Even though Hanako loves Nene, he can handle it, and he is so aware of it that he let her go twice, Nene is a friend he fell in love with, but passion can fade over time, Tsukasa is and always will be his brother.

There is this difference between the type of love.

Amane is trying not to make the same mistakes with Yashiro, but even so, he also advised her not to give up on her own life, like he did with Tsukasa.

Hanako is simply doing everything beyond his power just to save the people he loves.

He wants to save Tsukasa and he wants to save Nene. He doesn't care about saving himself, he just wants them to be okay.

Here love is similar.

Nene and Tsukasa are both in no-win situations. They were chosen by destiny not to continue life. But Hanako is fighting with all his might against it.

He wants them to live.

And if Tsukasa simply wants to leave, he goes along, he can't bear to go through that pain again, he doesn't want to, he gives up any desire and anything to stay by Tsukasa's side.

Their story is long, and the reason Tsukasa disappeared was Amane, which increases his guilt even more. Nene's case is her destiny, and Hanako only wants to change her destiny because he loves her, and loves her enough to keep her safe.

But things are changing, the more Hanako falls in love with her the more the love he feels for her resembles the love he feels for Tsukasa.

Hanako likes the idea of keeping the ones he loves trapped to make sure they don't leave, that they will stay there until he can save them "wait for me, I'll save you"

He trapped Tsukasa in the boundary for more than twenty years, Tsukasa just had to leave and in a few months he found a way to self-destruct, how long does it take for Tsukasa to remove the seal?

He wanted to keep Nene trapped in the PP arc, or away from him while he looks for a way to save her.

It's not about heroism, this is about Kou, in Hanako's case it's necessity. He needs to save them, he feels like he has no option, he needs to do this because he loves them.

Hanako is so desperate not knowing what to do that he simply made these choices. The love he feels between Tsukasa and Nene are very similar, but Tsukasa is the priority.

There are many labels we can use on Hanako, but rest assured, he is doing all this to save them both, the problem is that he doesn't consider their wishes.

Hanako doesn't want to feel pain again.

Because you know, death is a relief for those who go, but an eternal pain for those who stay.

Tchau Tchau ^^ ~ bye bye

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hii I Hope you are doing well!

Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?

Yes! I love me some angst, thank you for being so patient! This is angst HEAVEN.

"Y/n, I'm home!" I hear Aaron call out from the front hall and I feel my heart drop to my stomach and I reach down to push my suitcase around the edge of the couch so he can't see it. Not until I need him to. "What are you doing?" He asks, watching me intently as he steps into the livingroom, his eyes nervously flickering across my unreadable expression. The silence that takes over the room cracks after a moment as a look of realization passes across his face. "Look, I'm sorry, I know that dinner meant a lot to you-"

"Oh, it only meant a lot to me? Our anniversary dinner, Aaron?" I snap, all of the angry from the last few days that I've shoved down for the sake of Jack now rearing it's ugly head and I can already tell it's going to be nasty.

"That's not what I meant." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the couch yet keeping his distance, knowing better than to smother me with 'I'm sorry's' and affection when I'm furious. "I'm sorry I had to leave-"

"You left me and you didn’t even think twice about it." Angry tears fill my eyes but I'm quick to bat them away, not wanting him to see me in such a vulnerable state but it's inevitable, especially when I know this night will end in more heartbreak for the both of us.

"I did think twice, I told you I was sorry but I couldn't just not go."

"You don't abandon your wife at a restaurant and then not text or call her for days on end." He sighs, head lolling forward as he buries his face in his hands, shoulders tense in frustration. "If you wish to be married to your work, say that." I laugh bitterly, trying to stay strong, to not let him have the upperhand where he can just pull me right back in again after hurting me so bad.

"I'm married to you." He says sternly, looking up at me with frustrated tears lining his lower lashes.

"Do you really want to be?" I ask, feeling my heart pounding in my throat, banging quickly enough against my ribs that I fear that it might combust. I've never been this disappointed in him before, never this disappointed in our marriage. He promised when we first started dating that he would always prioritize our relationship over his work but ever since we got married, things have thickened and I worry this is just the nature of the relationships he gets into.

"Of course I do." He whispers softly, brows pinching together in a confused expression, his hurt only deepening as I shake my head.

"You're awfully convincing." I allow the tears to drip freely down my cheeks now, feeling the heartbeak that will come from this conversation that's been a year in the making. He had to have known this was coming.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, a subtle hint of desperation to his voice but not enough to save our relationship. He just doesn't seem sorry enough for all the pain that he's caused.

"How does it feel, Aaron?"

"How does what feel?" He asks and I brush my tears away one last time before reaching out to pull my suitcase in front of me, already feeling better knowing I can leave and get out for a bit to regroup and rethink everything that's been happening in my relationship.

"How does it feel to be left?"

"No, no, no- c'mon-" He pleads, watching me step away with my luggage in hand, the volume of his voice immediately making me shush him, pressing a finger to my lips.

"Keep your voice down, Jack is sleeping upstairs."

"You're leaving?" He asks, voice cracking under the weight of his distress and his feet carry him quickly to follow me to the door, my suitcase rolling against the hardwood only answering his question.

"I need a break, Aaron." I cry, reaching forward to place my hand on his cheek and he clings to me, worried that if he lets me go, I'll be gone forever. I won't be but he needs to feel like I will. "I need to care for myself for a bit because while I was caring for you and taking care of Jack, no one was there for me."

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[theriu]

River Reads Midnight Sun

Chapter 2: Open Book

In which Edward faces his fears and spends an agonizing amount of time hyperfixating on Bella.

<-Chapter 1

So we jump into chapter two AND next week, as it has been six days since Edward (shockingly) succeeded in leaving town forever (citation needed)! He is chilling (ha) in a snowbank, staring up at the stars, which are truly magnificent. Or he knows they would be, except he can't quite see anything except Bella's face. Yes, the girl has haunted him straight to (checks location on a map) oh he's in ALASKA, okay! I wasn't sure where Denali was, but I was PRETTY sure even Edward couldn't drive a car to Russia. (You'll see why I considered Russia in a minute.)

Anyway, the "unremarkable" face of this girl he's literally never spoken to directly has been haunting him for six days, which is indeed troubling. While he is brooding on this, the thoughts of a new character come leaping towards him. This is where we meet Tanya, a vampire with silver skin, blonde-but-almost-pink curly hair, amber eyes, and full lips. Mary Sue Tanya is stunning and exquisite, at least from Ed's memory, since he still can't see past the face permanently branded on his eyeballs.

So anyway, Mary Sue Tanya does a cannonball into Ed's snowbank, burying him alive with snow but not burying the image of Bella. It becomes clear that she has been crushing on Ed and is sad he will be leaving soon and doesn't return her affections, although he is very polite and gentlemanly about it.

(Honestly, I liked her well enough until we got to the "I'm not used to rejection" line, and then she starts sifting through the memories of all her human male conquests next to the actual mind reader who she is attracted to, to which I say WOMAN REALLY??? I don't think making the guy you like EVEN MORE UNCOMFORTABLE than he's already admitted you kinda make him is an effective way to gain his affections?!)

ANYWAY, thankfully they get off THAT subject quickly and have a really quite nice conversation, wherein Ed apologizes for getting her hopes up by coming to her home territory and Tanya tries to be a good friend. We see a mention of her "long-lost Russian accent," thus my uncertainty about location, and she tells him she knows he won't keep running from his mystery problem because he's the type who faces things head-on. Mary Sue TANYA then runs away across the snow, so light and fast she doesn't even leave footprints, suggesting a connection between vampires and wood elves.

Encouraged by this pep talk, Gary Stu Edward also gets up and runs footprintless across the snow, determined to be brave and go back and face those "bewildered chocolate-brown eyes," and hopefully not eat the girl attached to them.

SCENE CHANGE!

Edward's back in town, and his three vampire siblings/classmates are huddled around him as they head into the lunchroom, being quite adorably protective, honestly. Alice is trying to foresee any problematic eventualities, Jasper thinks it's funny that EDWARD is the one everyone's fretting over instead of him, Emmett is acting like a bodyguard, and Ed is just exasperated with all of them.

To his surprise, nobody at school is thinking about them, suggesting that Bella didn’t blab about his black murderstare from last chapter. After all, a normal human would have asked around about it, because humans and especially teens all like to feel NORMAL and FIT IN and be a "featureless flock of sheep" and WOW, should I be more annoyed at Ed or the author for this intense bias against high schoolers?! But of course Bella isn't like those OTHER kids, she doesn't do things like talk to people when something weird happens!

About this time, Bella walks in and Alice is all, "Act human!" To which Emmett responds by taking out the snowball he compressed into an ice chunk with his superstrength and chucking it at Alice, who casually deflects it across the room at superspeed, where it cracks a brick. This does, ironically, draw attention away from them. Everyone is annoyed at Emmett, which is fair, but also, ALICE COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST CAUGHT IT INSTEAD OF POTENTIALLY SHOOTING SOMEONE?

Ahem. So Bella's in the lunch line, and Mike Newton, Regular High School Guy And Insignificant Human Rival, is worried about her. Ed starts also worrying about if she might be sickly, what with her translucent skin. (Are we 100% sure BELLA is human?!) The vampires do a slightly better job of acting natural, and Edward decides to refer to Bella as “Bella” and not just "the girl,” "as if she were the only girl in the world," which is HILARIOUS considering where we all know this is going!

After eavesdropping on Bella and Jessica whispering about him looking at her (Bella thinks he's mad at her, after the whole murderstare incident), Bella hunkers under her hair and avoids eye contact, although Ed thinks she keeps twitching like she WANTS to look at him. Then, at long last, lunch ends and everyone starts going to class. There is another internal struggle while Ed reviews what all of his vampire family members have advised about this situation. (Emmett sounding the least helpful, as he has apparently encountered two such delicious-smelling-people incidents that... uh... sound like they did NOT go well?) But Ed is determined to prove to himself that he has the self-control to sit through biology without murdering Bella, so off he goes.

(By the way, Rosalie complains she doesn't want to have to move because they're almost finally out of high school. Again, why are you pretending to be high school students?! It's not like you'll age whether you're there or not?! HOW DOES THIS HELP YOUR COVER??)

Edward gets to Biology to find Bella at their table, doodling randomly. He decides to introduce himself. He gets briefly lost in gratuitously detailed descriptions of her eyeballs and how they are simultaneously like chocolate and strong tea, and how could anyone so frail be deserving of his unwarranted hatred last week? He's also holding his breath, but has enough air in his longs for a reasonably lengthy conversation AND a short laugh, during which Bella is... surprised/startled that he called her Bella? Because her dad introduced her to everyone as Isabella? But she's apparently told multiple people since she got here that she prefers Bella? So he probably could have learned that even without his super vampire eavesdropping powers? WHY is this weird enough to be suspicious, and HOW does it indicate she is intuitive?

Well, the book and Ed believe she is insightful and intuitive, so I guess we should just go with it. Ed does eventually needs to breath so he can talk, and even though just breathing through his mouth is like tasting the FIERY COALS of her deliciousness, and their brief moment of making skin contact is like an ELECTRIC SHOCK, he manages to continue acting normal.

By the way, along with being unconventionally if lopsidedly pretty and smelling delicious, Bella was also in advanced-placement biology at her previous school and Knows Science! Edward realizes this must mean she is ESPECIALLY intelligent for a human, which of course makes perfect sense. After all, she was the first student in two years to look him in the eye long enough to notice they'd changed from the Murderstare Incident's I'm-going-to-eat-you black to today's calmer I'm-probably-not-going-to-eat-you-except-by-accident amber/gold! My friends, may I remind you this man previously admitted he has two medical degrees, a thing that probably required some amount of physically attending college. I really wonder if Ed's standards would be more realistic if he ever once SOCIALIZED WITH HIS HUMAN CLASSMATES.

In an effort to maintain normalcy, they talk about the weather. Bella does not like the cold and wet of Forks. She clearly does not like being in Forks at all. She is vague and grumpy about why she came here, and Edward is so obsessed curious that he may implode (this is the actual word used). We learn (agonizingly slowly) that her mom remarried—and no, Edward, Bella DOES like the guy, he's nice and a minor-league baseball player; and no, Edward, her mom DIDN'T send her here, SHE sent HERSELF here so her mom could happily travel with her step-dad rather than unhappily stay home with her! Ed is certain by now that Bella "isn't like other humans" because he keeps guessing her story arcs wrong and she's just so CONFUSING and UNPREDICTABLE, and this can't possibly be because he's about 100 years out of practice having a normal conversation without a cheat code into the other person's brain.

(Okay, to be fair, there are at LEAST two moments of self-awareness where Ed wonders if he'd be this bad at reading everybody without his mindreading powers. We should give him points for that.)

But despite his difficulties, he DOES figure out that Bella is unhappy, mostly by her sending out signals that a rhino could decipher. When he confronts her with this observation, her response is, "So?" And after meditating on this for an unusually brief paragraph, Ed realizes THE ANSWER:

"She was selfless."

I'm sorry, guys, I need to break for a second, that's the first part that made me laugh out loud. Can someone lend me a combine to harvest all this corn.

(Side Note: As previously stated, I have not read the books or watched the movies, so I could be biased by the negative side of the fanbase. But my general impression of Bella has not lent itself to "selflessness." BUT, it is only chapter two and I am only going off of general hearsay! The amount of poorly concealed disgruntlement is not impressing me, though.)

Anyway, Ed guesses that she doesn't really like her situation but doesn't want people to KNOW she doesn't like it. He continues to marvel at how positively he feels towards this girl, how discerning she is, how *cough* selfless she is, not like an "average martyr" who would actually tell someone she's not 100% happy with her SACRIFICE. Bella gets annoyed, which Ed finds amusing, so there's another adjective for the list. But then she says she's annoyed because she's so easy to read, and Edward can't believe this, because he's never had to work so hard to read someone before! Again, this couldn't possibly be because she's the first person in 100+ years whose mind he can't read!

By the way, Bella also seems to be oblivious immune to the usual red flags normal humans feel around vampires! Ed tries smiling dangerously at her, but the teacher breaks up their conversation with actual classtime, so he gets to angst for a few paragraphs about why he shouldn't find this girl interesting and how dangerous this is for her and yet how MUCH he wants to know more about her. And also trying not to kill her when her thick, black hair flips in his direction and drives his vampire nose bananas.

He books it as soon as the bell rings, having survived the encounter without murdering anyone but with so many new questions about this unremarkable, shy, frail, unmindreadable-yet-highly-face-readable, delicious-smelling, selfless, quietly disgruntled human girl.

(Side Note: I have learned a new word!

"Attar—a fragrant essential oil, typically made from rose petals."

Ex: "Again, I gasped at the clean, wet air outside as though it was a healing attar."

*loud sighing noises*)

So after that brief break, he goes to class with Emmett. Emmett, IMMENSELY HELPFUL EMMETT, asks how it went, questions if it wouldn't be easier to just get it over with, reassures Ed that everyone would understand if he messed up (GIVING IN IS NOT THE SAME AS "MESSING UP," EMMETT), and then vividly visualizes a time he experienced a really good-smelling woman and ate her. Between his earlier blasé-ness about not "wallowing in guilt" over past mistakes and this section's lack of anything indicating regret about that incident, I take back any nice things I might have said about this guy. Emmett, YOU. ARE. THE WORST.

It's so bad that Ed has to bolt out of class AGAIN, although it doesn't help that Emmett follows him and continues to suggest maybe Ed should just get it over with if it's so bad, can Alice or somebody please come punch him. Ed finally gets him to leave and hides in his car. Then, "like an addict" (his own words), he searches the whole school for thoughts about Bella. From his car. My GUY, just how UNREASONABLY powerful ARE your mind radar skills???

He finally locates Bella in gym class, because Mike, who is mad about Ed talking to her, is thinking in logical, complete sentences (as one does) about how satisfied he is that Bella doesn't seem interested in Edward. He also conveniently remembers her asking "what was with" Edward last Monday (after the Deathstare Incident). So apparently Bella isn't QUITE abnormal unique enough to stay totally silent when she encounters a weird thing (not that Edward notices). Ed's response to his annoyance over Mike's satisfaction is to blast "violent music," which seems the opposite of helpful to me.

We end the chapter with Bella coming out of school and heading to her rusty old truck while Ed watches her creepily from his car. She almost hits another student's car when she locks eyes with him, and Ed has to laugh at her sudden increased driving vigilance, as if she might be DANGEROUS! Because of course it's RIDICULOUS to think that BELLA could be dangerous to ANYONE in ANY vehicle, as if the driver's physical frailty has any bearing on the damage a truck can do when crashing into cars or non-vampires at speed.

AND SCENE!

I'm gonna be honest, guys, that one was a couple degrees more agonizing than the first chapter. I dread how much more I'm going to hear about Ed's conflicting desires to eat Bella and be attracted to her simultaneously average yet fascinating allure. She's just so unusually unique and smart and intuitive and selfless and shy and frail and inspires protective instincts, you see, and she's not like ANY OTHER human he's ever encountered, even though we have evidence now that sometimes certain vampires just find certain humans irresistibly delicious, and we can probably extrapolate that those humans were somehow immune to vampire powers, too.

I also highly question Bella's above-average "martyrdom," considering she dropped her guard pretty fast around the cute stranger and basically broadcasted how unhappy she is with her decision, which makes it feel a bit like she did what she did so she could feel good about herself rather than because it was the best thing to do? Being selfless doesn't mean COMPLETELY ignoring your own needs, or justify using your good deed as an excuse to have a poor attitude. Of course, considering that half her traits that Ed notices and marvels over are actually fairly normal, I don't think any of us feel a strong need to trust his assessments of her character.

Next up is CHAPTER THREE: RISK. I'm sure it will feature Edward being very level-headed and undramatic. I think I need to build my endurance back up for this one. (And thanks for the likes and comments so far, they really help keep me motivated! =D)

Chapter 3->

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

Vincenzo drabble about wanting... posted here because I need to get off Twitter once and for all

--

He wants his mother.

He's four years old, and the sudden sound of thunder scares him.

And, just like that, before he even has to call for her, she's come and holds him close, drawing her fingers back and forth across his back and saying his name into his hair, and the fear is gone and he wants to stay awake a little longer so he can just feel it all.

--

He wants his mother.

Calls and calls and calls for her.

Cries.

She doesn't come.

He doesn't know these people. He just wants her.

Wants her, and she doesn't come.

--

He wants to fit in.

To speak the language in a way that doesn't make his classmates snigger or ask him a sarcastic che.

To master this.

To be good.

--

He wants to tell his Mamma he loves her.

Because he does.

Only every time he tries, he thinks of Eomma. And all the reasons he cannot.

--

He wants revenge. And nothing more.

--

He wants power.

Fabio's seen something in him that no one before ascribed any value to. He taught him how to harness and hone his rage into something useful. Something punishing.

And he wants unfettered access to those who deserve to feel it.

--

He wants to feel something again. Anything.

He's tried everything he can think to to make it happen - fighting, alcohol, cocaine, women, men. Nothing registers.

But the want doesn't go away.

So he keeps trying.

What does it matter, after all, if he destroys himself in the process?

--

He wants - no, needs - to stop feeling.

After the little girl clinging to the teddy bear, he can't turn any of it off.

--

He wants to help Fabio.

He knows the man is dying. Has a legacy to consider. A family that will live on beyond him.

But.

He also wants out. Forever.

Nearly every conversation they have becomes a lie he hates telling.

--

He wants to thank Paolo for the first time in his life. For giving him an escape. An excuse.

--

He wants his fucking gold. And nothing more. He hates this country.

--

He wants to see his mother wearing prison clothes.

Wants to see the look on her face when she finally remembers him.

When it's his turn to leave her behind with strangers who don't care.

--

He wants her - the attorney's daughter.

He shouldn't.

He won't do anything about it, of course. He doesn't need complications.

--

He wants to kill the people who ordered the hit. For the first time since the little girl, he wants - craves - revenge.

--

He wants her not to care so much about him. He's trying very, very hard to do the same.

--

He wants to kiss away the worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. And a cleaner hand to touch her with than the one that disobeys him and makes its way to her shoulder.

--

He wants to find a way out of doing this; he wants her never to know how much he wants to kiss her.

But when he turns, she pulls him close. And presses her lips to his.

--

He wants to kiss her again. He will not.

--

He wants to thank a bird for saving his life.

--

He wants her to hate him. It's the only good he can hope give her.

--

He wants to stop himself from making the promise he does about returning to her. He also wants to refuse her nothing.

The latter wins easily, the way it always does.

--

For the first time in nearly thirty years, he wants his mother.

Wants to eat bunggeopang together and call her Eomma again.

--

He wants the people who took his last chance away from him to suffer.

--

He's buried his mother a second time and wants to cry. She sits beside him and lets him, her arm around him, fingers lightly stroking along his back.

--

He wants her to know she's only one he'd ever fall to his knees for. Curses the way she turns around and does the same for him moments later.

--

He just wants to sit beside her a little bit longer.

Listen to her breathing.

Keep his stupid mouth from saying everything else he wants to say.

--

He wants her to know Jan Han Seok didn't go comfortably. But she told him to go - to leave without making further contact, and, as usual, what she wants wins out.

--

He wants to forget the way the moonlight reflects the the tears in her eyes.

He wants her to forget him.

But never to forget her.

--

He wants to think that Fabio would forgive him for killing his flesh and blood.

--

He wants his men safe.

--

He has all the power he's ever wanted now.

He hates the way Fabio was right about the way it solves nothing.

--

He wants his family to be different than it was.

All men.

Few who looked like him.

So many other things that simply weren't allowed.

Luca reminds him he needs only say the word to make it so.

So he does.

And they shift focus.

--

He wants an island.

So he buys one.

--

He wants to get word to her that he's alive.

He chooses a postcard so he doesn't say anything he shouldn't.

Worries she'll hear it anyway.

--

He wants to send a second one - for her to understand that this is his way of telling her to let him go. To live her life. To forget him.

--

He wants to think there's no harm in sending another.

And another after that.

--

He wants to drink the wine he discovered that she's named after him.

Instead, he imagines tasting it on her lips.

Wants not to, but cannot stop himself.

--

He wants to see her win. And watches for it from afar.

Wants to thank her for clearing his mother's name.

--

He wants to stop having the same irritating conversation every few days - for Luca to shut up and understand why it won't work.

To leave him to his misery in fucking peace.

--

He wants to see her one more time.

Only so life doesn't make a liar of him.

He'll use it say goodbye to her. Give her closure so she can move on. If she hasn't already.

He wants to be the kind of man who hopes she has.

He is not.

--

He wants their kiss to never stop.

--

He wants to punch the smug smile off Luca's fucking face.

But it's infectious, the bastard, and he catches it and just pours them both another drink while slurring something sarcastic in the direction of the sunset about his right hand man needing a new goddamned hobby.

--

He wants her here right now. It's been two goddamned weeks since Seoul, and he doesn't want to wait another two.

--

He wants to exercise patience enough to wait, at least, until she's settled in and rested.

Or, even, perhaps, simply past the goddamned dock.

--

He wants her a second time - before his heart's even slowed back down again from their first.

--

He wants to make this thing between them work.

--

He wants to thank a God he hasn't spoken to in years for the way it does, all on its own.

For the way he gets something good that he's never deserved.

--

He's three weeks past forty now, and the sudden and distant roll of thunder has him looking up from the work spread across his desk.

The aquamarine water is darker without the sun shining down upon it, and it meets an uncommon roiling and inky blue sky at the horizon.

A hand comes to rest upon his shoulder, and he leans into the touch. He wonders a moment whether she knows he's always been afraid of storms.

She cuts off the thought by talking, telling him a story she says her father always told her - a legend about a bird who lived in the heavens and had the power to punish evil by dropping lightning bolts onto his enemies on the ground.

He looks up in time to see her smiling fondly, recalling the way Hong Yu Chan chuckled and then scolded her for saying she wanted to be that bird when she grew up someday.

She sees him looking and smiles back down at him. Says storms always remind her of him, of them, now.

Laughs out loud when she adds, "And Inzaghi, too, of course."

It's then that he realizes that life has led him, inexplicably and undeservingly, to a place where he wants for nothing he doesn't already have.

[incoherentbabblings]

Hellooo! Do you still do with the OTP of the year prompts? If it’s not too much, maybe Timsteph with time travel or ‘you’re the only one I could turn to to help?’

You can of course ask for this! I am always open for requests - especially for this year's themes - but I won't lie and I admit my ability to write for DC has shrivelled up and died. Apologies guys for not writing much this year. I hope this makes up for it (a little). I'm sorry it's so short.

This is just an absolutely buck wild au. Don't ask for context... I have none. I went for ‘you’re the only one I could turn to to help’ over time travel if that is okay!

Year of the OTP Requests

She was recognisable even in the dark. Never able to give up that purple hood, blonde hair spilling out like a river of sunlight. Even in the dark gloom of Gotham, even buried away in the darkest shadows, she shone.

Tim dropped down into the alleyway, and she responded by pulling her cloak tighter around herself.

"Eight months since I saw you last - what is it?" Tim asked. "What do you want?"

He wanted her to say she would come home with him. A life without her or Dick or Cassandra was a difficult one. One where he was not allowed (not that he had ever asked, but Tim would know the answer if he ever tried).

Somewhere in the back of Tim's mind, the thought that she would finally accept that her, Dick and Cassandra were fighting a losing battle, and with her first words, he began to believe it.

"I need your help."

"What?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him, more than anything else.

"I need you to get me out of the city."

The hope cracked, and something ugly began to take its place.

"For how long?" he asked, cold heart still splintering with her words. If she left Gotham, that would be that. All hope of a reconciliation would flicker and fade out. He needed her as that bridge.

Shaded under her hood, Stephanie blinked, expressionless and striking Tim as both very tired, and yet very determined.

"Forever."

"No," he choked out, shocking himself at how quickly it flew off his tongue. The strangled look of disgust and surprise on Stephanie's face made him turn away and try to gather his thoughts. "I mean, you're giving up? You would never do that. Not to Gotham."

Stephanie said nothing, and Tim continued to march back and forth, cape billowing out behind him. "No," he said, thinking out loud. "No, because so long as Dick and Cassandra fight, so will you. And you would only leave if they were. And even then... So there's something else."

He noted that she had not moved, her own purple cloak hiding her form from view. He could see however, that her arms were not relaxed, but rather up around around her sternum and stomach.

She stepped backwards, further into shadow.

"I cannot stay," she muttered. "I need your help to leave. There is no-one else who I could ask to help me get off the islands."

Tim followed her. "Why?"

Eight months since he had last seen her. Eight months...

Stephanie shifted, shoulder twisting one side of her cloak back. Tim looked down, and saw she was holding a sleeping baby.

Eight months.

"Not mine," she muttered, immediately killing his accusation dead. "But a friend."

"Where's this friend?" he asked.

"Dead."

Her eyes were frozen solid, daring Tim to be horrid. Instead he looked at his feet, and muttered a very quiet apology. The glare softened, tentative that maybe she was not being as foolish as Dick and Cassandra believed her to be.

"I don't understand," Tim argued. "You want to leave and start anew elsewhere? Leave Gotham to rot?"

"The baby, Tim. He's a meta. Those police you built... you tell me what their programming says about metas in Gotham."

As if sensing the mood, the skies darkened, threatening to weep on the estranged couple hidden in the shadows. A cold wind blew through Tim's hair and settled in his very bones.

"Oh."

The nerves in Stephanie's body language began to show. Nervously, she looked from side to side, cautious of any machine patrolling the streets. They were not impossible to disarm, but she was not prepped for a fight.

"He cannot stay here. But I cannot get him out of the city alone."

Tim's heart sank. "Why did you come to me?"

"Because you still love me," she stated, not even hiding the manipulation. "Because I believe you still want to make me happy and keep me safe. I am protecting this baby. He needs to leave. You’re the only one I could turn to to help. You know of ways out, I know it."

Tim stepped closer, inspecting the baby, and the woman holding him.

The ugly thoughts rose again.

Frightened at his ponderous silence, Stephanie tried once more.

"I do not believe you have fallen so far," she whispered. Balancing the sleeping child, she touched Tim's cheek. Even through the gloves, fire burned down through his nerves, sparking a thumping heart beat. Tim resisted the urge to groan. "Help me," Stephanie urged. "Please."

"What's his name?"

Stephanie bit her tongue, and Tim snorted. "If you want me to smuggle you out, you have to trust me."

Furious at the condescension, Stephanie grabbed Tim's chin, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"I will not beg," she insisted.

Tim jerked his head to the side. "You don't need to. Of course I'll help. He's just a baby."

Her tense muscles did not slacken. Instead, when Tim moved closer, she stiffened even further, as if repulsed by his presence. How far the two had fallen apart.

The ugly thoughts made their way out of Tim's mouth.

"I'll get the baby out of Gotham. I still know where Conner or Cassie are. Don't think Bart would be a very good... Anyway. I'll help him."

Stephanie started to relax, just for a moment, until Tim gave his ultimatum.

"But you have to stay. You come home, with me."

If Stephanie were not holding a baby, she would have slapped Tim. He knew this, and very quickly added, "Surely you see, the use of having someone on the inside, right Steph?"

Her pretty mouth dropped open, and she tugged her hood back so Tim could better see her expression. Even after years of fighting, she was still so soft featured. It did not stop her from looking furious, confused, and, to Tim's relief, hopeful.

He did not blame her. Promising to evacuate a wanted child whilst making a condition her literal and metaphorical imprisonment only to openly offer her a method of being a double agent... No wonder she looked pained.

"What game are you playing?" she hissed.

He could not let her leave. She was the only way he could make the connection to the others. He sighed, staring at the sleeping child. He did not miss the way Stephanie instinctively tilted her hip, angling the baby towards Tim to allow him a better look.

In another life...

"A long one," he murmured, still enraptured by the babe. "You said it yourself Steph. You’re the only one I can turn to to help."

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[ekaterinatepes]

Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

—————

The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

-

“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

-

https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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[besotted-eros]

Visit from a Ghost

Eren x Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), pining, overstim, dirty talk, slight blood, bruising, established relationship, canon compliant

A/N: so this is a companion piece to my obsessed! Eren headcanons and fic. References to manga spoilers, heavy on the angsty sex. Very self indulgent. Hope you enjoy!

When you saw the figure at your bedroom window, lounging upon the sill as though he was meant to be there, you drew your gun.

It was a small, angry thing, wrestled from the grasps of a Marleyan soldier and entrusted to you to help protect the queen. You had yet to use it, but levelled it naturally now, letting out a growled command for the shadowed being to raise his hands.

When you saw the figure turn from your bedroom window, lazily leaning his head back so his viridian gaze met yours, you dropped your gun.

It hit the floorboards with a metallic thud, and in a better context you would have held your breath, jumped away from the risk of a bullet discharging from the fall. But you were motionless, staring at the apparition in front of you. That was what he felt like. A ghost, conjured from beyond the veil.

"Eren." You said it like one calls to the dead, your voice shaky and unconfident. But brimming, with hope. With fear.

"I come all this way to see you, and your first reaction is to shoot me?" He murmured, his rich voice creeping through the dark to find the holes in your heart.

 Moth bitten, hung up in a closet and forgotten, you had lost the memory of the pain and euphoria that Eren brought you. But you could feel it now, searing your chest.

"You deserve worse. Months. It's been months." The words tumbled from your throat as you fought the urge to cry. "I didn't know where you were. For months. And they won't tell me what what happened, no one will." You felt like a child, choking on your words as your hands bunched into fists. The only thing you knew is that you were meant to raise the alarm as soon as you saw him. But you couldn't. Not for him. You wanted to fall to your knees, to see how he'd rush across the room to gather you in his arms.

"You don't want me to answer that truthfully." He moved from the windowsill, feet silently hitting the ground as he faced you completely.

You didn't recognize him. Those were the eyes of your lover, those the lips you kissed, the brow you rested yours upon. The man who was once the boy you slept beside, you fought beside, you grew beside. The face you had seen overcome with passion, with pain and glory. But he was stoic, as grey as the three walls. You had felt him slipping before Marley, but now?

Even though he was in the same room, breathing your air, he felt gone.

"I do. I know you're the one who pushed me onto this duty, you made Hisu call for me, and for what? To keep me stupid and ignorant?" You spat the words at his feet, and it made him bristle.

"To protect you, why else? This stupid farm house is the safest place on the island. Safer than any of the walls, or the inner castle, or-"

"Safer than with you?"

That touched him. The repetition of his vow, that as long as you were by his side you would come to no harm. That he would hold you with his heart and protect you with his life. As long as you stayed within reach of him.

"Yes. Safer than with me. So much safer." He didn't want that to be true. He wanted to be where you belonged.

But he needed to make the world safe for you.

"I needed to make sure you were taken care of, that I could do the things I was meant to do without risking you." He crossed his arms in front of his body, and the tone of his voice bordered on petulant. But despite his stoic face, you could tell he was nervous. The clench of his jaw, how his eyes looked past you instead of at you. This wasn't a man who had forgone emotions. Just a mask.

Maybe that was your Eren after all.

"I know you hate me-"

"I don't hate you." You cut him off sharply, reaching up to touch the pendant at your throat. It was a piece of sea glass, tumbled by the waves to the colour of his eyes. You had picked it up on a beach patrol, and told him how it matched him perfectly. He had stolen it out of your pocket that night and fashioned a cage with stolen wire. The next morning it hung from the leather cord his father's key once did, and found its permanent home upon your neck.

He told you it was his eye and his heart, and to keep watch over it as he kept watch over you.

He had been so gentle. You remembered how the sea breeze rustled the hair, grown to the nape of his neck, how he had given you a smile that had become so rare. He had known then that the boat would be returning without him.

"I don't hate you even if I want to. I never could. I... I miss you." The dam in your throat broke as you hiccuped a single sob. And the dam in his face broke, eyebrows upturned with remorse.

He had made you cry. 

"No, no, no." He murmured, crossing the floor to take you in his arms. He was taller, his body somehow even more wiry than when he had left. Toughened by hardship. But the way his fingers curled around the back of your head, the way his arm wrapped around your waist. That was how he held you. How he always had. The familiarity made you weak, and you clung to him desperately, fists mangling the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face against him.

"Y/n." He said it through gritted teeth, and then repeated it. And then again.

You thought back to every time you had embraced after being apart. The sound of his feet pounding the stone of Wall Maria to throw his arms around you, his cries of your name loud enough to send birds flying. How he had whispered your name when you saw him after Shiganshina, his face buried in the crook of your neck and the weight of the world suddenly so much more heavy upon his shoulders.

"Eren." You reached up, taking his face delicately in your hands. His malachite gaze was wide, wild with desperation and hurt. "What happened to you, 'ren?" You asked, and his eyes shut tightly. "What did you do?"

"Please. Don't ask me. I'll answer to God, but I can't answer to you."

You could have pressed. He would have given up, at least... The Eren who loved you a lifetime ago would have. But the darkness in his mouth when he pressed his lips to your forehead convinced you not to.

He had followed you so diligently when you were young. Seeking the peace he had somehow found in you. And as you pulled him towards your lips, you knew it was that same comfort he was searching for. Peace, amongst his life of nothing but war. So you kissed serenity onto his lips, knowing that this may be the last taste of it he would ever have.

He groaned softly against your mouth, still for a moment before pressing into the touch. His fingers were gentle as they brought you closer, and closer still. Tugging at your hips, your shoulders, your hair, coiling around your neck. He was rediscovering you, reminding himself of the map of your body. It was like he was finding his way home again.

"I missed you. I thought about you, so much." He exhaled over your lips, and you tried to keep the welling of your tears from spilling over again. You had needed that. Needed to know that he still breathed for you. "Even when it hurt. I thought about you."

"I thought about you too." You whispered, stroking your hands through his silken hair. "I hoped... I didn't think it was smart, but I hoped. You would come to me."

Your hands traversed his chest and back, running down his shoulders and muscular arms. You grabbed his wrists, feeling the bump of your hair tie still upon it. He lifted for you to see, and you pressed a kiss to his hot skin, unable to hold back the tears anymore. You watered his skin with them. 

"See? I kept you with me. Always." his mouth was against your forehead, tendons in his wrist flexing. "I lost a lot of myself. But I never lost you."

You let out a choked whimper and he pressed his cheek to yours, murmuring your name softly. Finally your knees gave out, but his arms were vices around your waist, holding you as you leaned against him. But he came down with you, kneeling with you in the puddle of moonlight. It painted him white and black, his shadows so much deeper but where it graced him, he glowed.

"I'm sorry." You sighed into his shoulder, all but pawing at his back. "I just... Am I dreaming, Eren? Are you going to be gone when my eyes open in the morning?"

He didn't answer for a moment, face buried in your hair. "I'm real. This is real. I promise."

"Prove it." You whispered, turning your mouth to his ear like a bloom to sun. "I've had this nightmare, every night since you've left. Prove this isn't one."

His fingers curled around your upper arms as his eyes bore into yours. They were shadowed, haunted by things you knew you'd never know. "Tell me how. I'll do anything for you."

Almost, you wanted to correct him. He'd do almost anything for you.

"Love me."

"I do." He murmured, voice strained as he moved to cup your face, his thumb stroking across your lips. You parted them, inviting his digit to press against your tongue. His eyes widened slightly, and you saw something spark. It encouraged you to wrap your lips around him, suckling at his first knuckle. You let it pop from your mouth, dragging your tongue from his palm to the pad.

"Show me. Show me the way only you can." You spoke softly against his skin, and he let out a soft groan, from deep deep within his chest.

"Only me?" He whispered hoarsely, hands squeezing the sides of your face. You nodded as best as you could. "You haven't touched another since I've been gone?"

"Of course not. Since that first night, since that first kiss..." You gripped his wrists tightly, voice thick with emotions you couldn't name. "It's only been you, forever just you."

He kissed you like he wanted to consume you. Open mouthed, hot breath, all teeth and clawing fingers. You fell into him, letting him pull you up and push you towards your bed. You fell backwards, welcoming the soft mattress against your back. A stark contrast to his body, all hard lines and firm hands.

Eren's heat was enough to melt you. You didn't realise you had been so cold. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling his warmth further against your core. He grunted softly against your mouth, jutting his hips forward so you could feel how you made him.

Your lips trailed from his, kissing along the sharp line of his jaw, up to his ear. You didn't need to say anything into it, just your breath made him wild. He tore at your shirt, sending buttons flying across the room as the moonlight met your skin. In response you pulled at his, unhooking your legs to push at his pants. You wanted skin, you wanted bare vulnerable touch. You wanted to see the parts of him he kept hidden.

He never scarred. Your hands traced the unmarred landscape of his torso as he flexed underneath you. No matter what horrors his body faced, it would never leave a lasting impression on him. The titan in him assured that.

You wondered if it was the same for love, as your teeth pricked at his skin, making him shiver. You marked him, delicate and light. In the sun it would look like stepping stones, tracing the path of a lovers touch. If it would even last till morning.

But you loved him anyway, even if it was temporary.

"So beautiful." His voice was guttural, hands cupping your breasts after yanking your bra down. Your nipples didn't have time to harden under his thumb before his mouth was upon them, suckling gently. You gripped his chestnut hair in response, letting out a soft whine of pleasure that encouraged him to suck harder. He switched sides, leaving the cold air to caress the wetness at your precipice.

"I can hear your heartbeat" he murmured, pausing for a moment to press himself against your flesh. "It's so fast."

Your nails traced vows on the back of his neck, down his back as far as you could reach. "You make me like this." You whispered, and his teeth sunk into your skin, making your back arch. "You scare me. You turn me on. You make my head dizzy and my st-stomach fill with butterflies." He stripped you as you spoke, pushing down the soft fabric of your pants, then the cotton of your panties. You felt the kiss of the cold night air for a moment, drifting through the window. And then his fingers were upon you, slowly stroking along your aching entrance and your slick lips.

"I make you wet." He murmured against your skin, and you flushed, nodding.

"Yes, you do." You responded, moving your hips along his hand, encouraging him. He obliged happily, digits wet with your desire now sliding into your hole. You had been so long neglected, not feeling the desire to even touch yourself without him there to see. He could feel your tightness, how you gripped his fingers.

"My sweetheart," he purred, lifting his face to gaze up at you. His eyes were heavy lidded, almost hiding the jade irises that haunted your dreams. "You're so tight, spread your legs." You obeyed him as easily as breathing, opening your legs as he began to kiss his way further down. You whined again, and his fingers gripped your thighs, forcefully enough to close them slightly.

"The fucking noises you make..." He hissed, breath hot against your pussy. He dragged a tongue from the bottom, to the very top, glancing off of your clit in a way that made you cry out. "I want you to keep quiet so we don't get caught but..." Another languid lick, another lewd gasp. "I want to make you scream too."

Your hand came down hard on the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly. He groaned against you, sending vibrations through you. You didn't mean to be hard, to have tugged so roughly. But Eren loved it, eyes glinting as he sank his tongue into you, letting your plush walls envelope the muscle eagerly. Each time your hand twitched, responding to the waves of pleasure he drew from you, you'd pull more. And it would drive him forward, tongue sliding across your lips desperately, lips closing around your clit to suckle at it.

Your body was uncontrollable, hips lifting from the bed and chest heaving. At points it felt like he was drinking from you, loud slurps as he thumbed your clit. The movement repeated, becoming faster and faster. The pleasure mounted, a  knot tightened where his tongue touched you.

"Do it." He purred against you, feeling how your legs trembled and thighs touched his ears. He knew you, knew what every jerk of your body meant. "On my tongue, want to taste you."

That was what made the bud burst, your hips rocking desperately against him as your pussy fluttered, overcome with its first orgasm in months. It coursed through you, and you felt the bed wet with your love. 

Your toes curled with pleasure and you moved onto your elbows, staring down at him.

"Eren," you whimpered, and his eyes opened once more. From your vantage point you could see how his hips moved, thrusting slowly against the mattress. He was as desperate for you as you were for him."Eren I need you. I need you so bad." With a final pop of your clit, one that made you gasp, he pulled back and straightened up. His cock bobbed as he looked at you, eyes filled with a dangerous mixture of love and lust. He was dripping, your wetness from his chin and his pre-cum from his mushroom head.

"How badly?"

You brought your legs to your chest slowly, and his eyes dropped from your face to your heat. Your hole closed around emptiness, so desperate to be filled. "More than anything."

His fist closed around his shaft, stroking slightly as he stared at you with a slack jaw, face softened with awe. He always looked at you as though you hung the moon. As if you were responsible for everything soft and wonderful in the world. You watched as he touched himself and his mouth twisted into a grin.

"Did this..." He whispered, his hand moving faster, the noises filling the room. They were hot, lewd. The hot slick of his skin, your moans rising to meet it. "Did this when I thought of you."

The thought of him, so far away from you, deep in trouble but still overcome by his want, the aching need of you. It was enough to make you gush visibly, and Eren moaned at the sight. Before you had the chance to beg again he was at your entrance, hands pushing on the backs of your thighs. You pulled at him, bringing him to your lips so you could kiss your moans into his mouth.

Because the moment he started pushing, moan you did. Loud and desperate, feeling how he spread you. How he made you stretch to fit him like a glove.

He was mumbling in your ear, alternating between sweet calls of your name and darkened swears. Your nails dragged down his back, digging into his smooth skin and making steam rise. His hips were slow, but only for a moment. The need took over quickly, and you bucked to meet him as best as you could. But he was long, long enough to make you start each time he bottomed out in you.

"Eren, Eren, Eren," you whispered into the dark, each iteration becoming more and more sloppy. He grabbed your face, pulling himself up so he could stare at you. Sweat beaded on his elegant forehead, his long hair slicked back. But his eyes glowed in the lowlight, focusing on your face as though nothing but you existed.

He pounded you in time with your chants, each drill concentrated on getting as much of himself into you as he could. He filled your needy hole like he filled your heart. Wholly, fully. Enough to make your eyes well with tears.

He caught one that trickled down the side of your face, lapping it up with his long tongue. You gasped for air, twisting his hair in your fingers as legs wrapped around him desperately. You wanted to stay like this, stay connected to him forever. His hands traversed you, finding the places he had made home. The curve of your waist, the precipice of your hips, the valley under your ass as he pulled you up further, hitting you now at an angle that dragged across the nub on your inner wall.

And then he lifted you, pulling back to sit on his heels and to suspend you in his arms. You grasped his face as you looked down at him, your hair falling like a curtain. Hiding him from the world, the world that would take him from you. He was beautiful. All wild eyes, soft pouting lips. His fine features were shadowed, his expression twisted with pleasure. You kissed him, once. Twice. Three times. Each time deeper.

Stay here.

You wanted to say as he began to bounce you, sliding you upon his length, fingers digging into the soft plush of your ass.

Stay here, we can be okay.

His mouth was hot on your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises that you worried would outlast him.

Stay here, I can love you safe here.

But all that came out of your mouth was a keening moan, your walls fluttering as you came like a river, washing over him. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, the wave of euphoria making you tremble and making him growl. He bite your shoulder, drawing soft droplets of blood, and you felt his hips stutter, and the telltale wetness that heralded his own cum. Filling you, as it should. He moaned, vulnerable and wanton into your shoulder.

"That's fucking it, baby. Cream on my cock." He cooed, his pace unrelenting as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. You were relieved when he let you fall back onto the bed, eyes opening to pull in for a kiss.

But he didn't stop.

"Er-eren..." You whimpered, and he kissed you hard, enough to bruise the pulp of your lip.

"Hold on... Hold on to me..." He whispered, teeth dragging across your sensitive flesh. You obliged, throwing your arms around his neck, legs circling him and pulling him in to the hilt. He pulled back, snapping in quickly, his pace sloppy and hurried.

"Need more...need more of you and I..." A gasp, a throb from deep within you. "need to give you all of me."

You were seeing stars. Bursting across your vision like supernovas. Though your limbs clung to him, the pleasure grew almost unbearable. A burning fire twisting between your legs, making you jerk and throb. It's like you could feel him in ways you never could.

The drip of his sweat, watering the forgotten lands of your body. The way his skin soothed yours, healing empty wounds. How his hair shifted, a lock falling to caress your cheek.

And his heartbeat. You felt it. Inside you, beating as though it was your own. The sensation drove you wild, clawing at his shoulders and yanking at his ochre locks.

"Gonna- it's gonna..." You whimpered, unable to form coherence. He drove into you faster, nodding against you. You were reduced to a babbling mess, eyes rolled back, mouth slack.

"Yeah, yeah baby yeah me too. Gonna cum in you again. Take it, take me. Take it all." He said, his voice thick with lust as he clawed into you, the slam of his hips hitting you in the most unimaginable of ways. He reared back suddenly, gripping your face hard enough to hurt as he placed his brow to yours.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." You replied, and with that you were both over the cliff, bodies shaking with pleasure. He filled you, his hot cum spurting from the slight space between you. His hand slammed against the head board, chest heaving, hips stuttering. But his eyes never left yours, gaze glazed with pleasure. His weight collapsed against you, and you cradled him, murmuring as his lips pressed to yours.

"Say it again." He demanded, hand moving to cup your cheek. "Say you love me."

"I love you." You turned your head to kiss his palm. "I love you, Eren. I love you."

He let out a soft sound, resting his mouth against your cheek. "More." He demanded, rolling over now and pulling you with him. His arms caged you, in a way that made you never want to be free. "I want a lifetimes worth."

"I'll give you a few months." You muttered, and could feel him smile against the top of your head. You wondered when was the last time he did that. When would be the next. "Just to catch you up." His hands stroked through your hair, teasing knots from it. You laid your ear flat to his toned chest. "You'll have to get the rest next time." His hand faltered and then tightened, pushing you into him. You could hear his heart pick up speed.

"Y/n-"

"Don't." You interrupted him. It was sharper than you intended, but you thought you had the right to it. "Don't say a word."

He went silent, resuming his grooming of your locks.

"Tell me we'll see each other again. Even if it's for a moment. Just once more. I don't want this to be it." His hands flattened on your back as he held you.

"I promise." He murmured. "We'll see each other again. But by then you'll hate me."

You didn't argue. Somehow you knew.

"For now, I love you." You pulled yourself to him, kissing his mouth with sweetness. You whispered it, over and over. Like a promise. Like a prayer. You said until your voice was hoarse, curled up on your side as his body surrounded you. You fell asleep with it on your tongue.

And you woke up to an empty bed.

[yumihoe]

Housepet

Fandom - Kakeguri.

Pairing - Yandere Yumeko Jabami x Yandere Mary Satome x fem reader.

Summary: As a housepet pet you are required to serve your superiors.

Content warnings- Yandere themes, oral fixation, aged up characters, noncon-rape, Sexual slavery kinda, femdom, abuse of power, the reader gets slapped around/ mentions of the reader getting hurt in the past, degradation, face riding -let me know if I missed anything-mdni.

Word count -1.5k

Your neck was aching, collar heavy around it. The feeling of the leather suffocating, chaffing, and burning like a brand.

A Brand on livestock, A brand on an animal.

You aren't an animal. At least at one point, you hadn't been.

Now you were... what were you?

Yumeko says you're her favorite toy, always so sweet-so kind with her praises, even when she's bringing the belt down on your backside for the tenth time. " Such a good kitty, taking your lashes so well." But mary insist you're a dirty whore, " Why do you insist on babying the little bitch for doing what filthy whores like her are supposed to do"

Even now as Mary wraps another tie around your ankle you can't quite wrap your head around what you are.

Sharp pain from how tight the ties are rings through your wrist and makes you jerk away, earning you a hard slap to the face.

" Hold fucking still waste." Mary hisses. Yumeko jabs lightly at mary with her elbow " Why are you always so mean to her?" Yumeko sighs, rubbing at your thigh. Her voice sounds sincere, caring even but You know all too well that she's only pretending to care, pretending to scold mary for being rough with you.

" The little shit wouldn't have to get tied down if she hadn't had fucking kicked me last time." Mary snaps, yellow eyes glaring at the brunette.

You hadn't meant to kick Mary, but to be fair you had told her that you couldn't handle another orgasm, Yet she persisted, keeping the vibrator on your clit, sneering about how " little shits like you need to serve your purpose." and " If you know whats fucking good for you you'll come again." Your're tenth-or something orgasm had wrecked through your body, sending spasms and jerks- spasms and jerks that had caused your leg to launch out, smacking Mary in her nose.

You had already been punished, of course, mary had made sure to bruise your ass raw, make sure you could sit regularly for weeks, but she still insisted on tying you down before they went on with their regular routine anyways.

Yumeko busies herself unbuttoning her school blouse and stepping out of her skirt

It's not right, twisted how stunning Yumeko's Body is.

Sick people who keep other human beings tied down in empty classrooms shouldn't be allowed to so....beautiful. Sharp collarbone above perfectly round breast that melt into a sharply defined waist. No matter how much you despised Yumeko Jabami you would never be able to call her ugly. And the fact sickened you.

" Aw, you're drooling, am I that pretty kitten," Yumeko giggles, leaning down to smooth your hair back. " Does my good little kitty want something to plug up that sweet little mouth?"

Your stomach tightens knowing exactly what it is she's hinting at. "Open wide for me kitty." Yumeko coos, pushing two of her digits inside your mouth. You know better than to bite down on her fingers, the first and last time you had, mary broke one of yours, and you hadn't been able to bend it correctly for months. So you let the long, slender digits slide past your lips and suck, to avoid punishment.

Mary snorts as she fastens the last tie on your ankle, sitting up. "Ts really fucking gross how you stick your fingers in the little shits mouth like that, how the fuck do you get off on that?" She sneers Yumeko just smiles, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. "If that little fuckface pukes, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you Yumeko." Mary frowns

" 'Sides, there are better ways to put her mouth to use anyways," she mumbles. Yumeko lets out a boisterous laugh " If you wanted a turn with kitty's mouth, all you needed was to say so." Mary doesn't answer, instead motions for Yumeko to take her fingers out of your mouth, to which Yumeko obliges with a sad whimper, letting her now slimy digits drop from your mouth.

"Now, you'll put that whinny little mouth to good use," Mary smirks, positioning herself to hover over your face. You start up your usual protest, about how you don't want her to ride your face, that you'd rather just eat her out on your stomach to avoid her suffocating you, but your pleading is in vain, Mary lets her legs give out anyway, pushing her cunt directly onto your mouth.

You almost panic at the sudden loss of air, but you know better to try and struggle against her, it only ever results in some form of physical assault. And it's not like you could push her off of you, in your current state. So you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to take a swipe at her folds.

" Aww, you're being so good kitten, you deserve an award." Yumeko sings.

" She's not-Fuck- Not being fucking good, the little fucking shit's just doing what housepets are supposed to do." Mary whimpers out, thighs quivering around your head.

Houspet.

Hearing Her say the word- the title is almost foreign since they often call you anything but. Kitten, Toy, Little shit, but still it's a reminder of what you are now. No longer human, and below any animal. A Housepet. A failed gambler.

It all comes pouring back to you like rain, everything you had been, what you were before.

Master gambler, Highroller extraordinaire. You had been on top of the world, winning game after game and match after match, well on your way to becoming an esteemed member of the student body council. Maybe even president of the student body council until-Until you had lost.

It had all happened so fast, you were so certain- still certain that you should've won that game, that it had been rigged and you deserved a rematch - a recount, anything- yet your cries of foul-play had fallen on death ears. Your status as a high-ranking gambler had been revoked, replaced with that of a disgusting, low-ranking rat.

The transition had been slow, yet persistent. The looks of fear and admiration people once gazed at you with turned to disgust and superiority. Where once people had flocked to be around you they had started to avoid you like the plague.

The last and final declaration of your dehumanization had come in the form of a notice from the student council, a notice stating that if you couldn't repay your debt from losing, you would be demoted to the lowest student ranking at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You had begged, on your knees almost for a second chance, but the president had refused, issuing you a collar.

Yumeko and Mary had cornered you a few days after that, forced you to become their personal little plaything.

"No point in resisting, shitty little housepets like you go missing all the time, no one would look for you." Mary had whispered

Yumeko jerking your thighs further apart pulls you out of your moment of self-realization.

"You're doing so well for Mary kitten, I just can't help but reward you." she beams.

Yumeko's rewards always leave you overstimulated and crying, so you don't feel any relief at the mention of receiving one. Still despite how you tense up, clearly uncomfortable with her rewarding you, Yumeko slots herself between your legs, flicking a vibrator on and pressing it against your clit. The sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up, much to the distaste of Mary.

" Be fucking still" the blonde hisses, " Just fucked up my c-climax."

You don't bother to object or tell mary that Yumeko's the reason you moved so suddenly, you know she won't care either way. "s' fucking close" Mary whimpers grinding down against your tongue harder. Her hips stutter, once, twice, before she's shaking, squirting all over your face. You want to gag, cry out, push her off you, but you know you can't, so you let her ride the rest of her orgasm off on your face, sticky, sweaty thighs clamped around your head.

Mary finishes after what seems like forever, standing up on quivering legs, looking around for her clothes.

" Were gonna be fucking late for our next class, fucking c'mon Yumeko" She sighs.

Yumeko pouts from between your legs, two fingers buried in your swollen cunt. "But I didn't get to finish kittens reward, she's been so good we can't just leave her all pent up like this."

you can almost hear Mary roll her eyes." If I have to fucking drag you outta here by your fucking hair Yume-

"Fine, Fine" Yumeko stands up, cutting her off. She slowly reassembles her uniform, grumbling almost like a child who just had a toy ripped away from her.

"Sides you can come back and finish the little shit off after school" Mary shouts, already halfway out of the door. Yumeko smiles down out you, winking before following her friend into the hall.

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Long after they've left you find yourself sobbing, wishing they had untied you before going back to class.

A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize you're not crying about being tied up because the position you're in is uncomfortable or even because you might have been able to find a way out if they had let you free of the ties.

You're crying because You wished they had let you go before leaving so you could stuff a finger into your aching cunt.

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I really want Yumeko and mary to bully me. 😪

Anyways, as usual, if you enjoyed this don't be afraid to reblog!

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

Zemo x Wife!Reader

Word count - 1,694

Warning! - (NO MINORS ALLOWED) 18+ content, some daddy kink, dom!fem, no protection, rough sex, light hand job, praises

Author's note - Sorry I didn't proof read so if there is any typos I apologize!

Prompt - You have been married to Zemo before he was locked up. His butler informed you he was out of prison. So you find out where he is and come knocking on his window. Wanting to spend your minimal time importantly. 🤣

Knock Knock Knock

Zemo had just got out of the shower. Tying his robe as he heard the peculiar noise. Wondering over to his window and quickly noticed you peeking through. His eyes widen and his lips curl to a smile. Swiftly, he unlocked the window and pulled it open.

"My darling..!" You happily cry out. Jumping into his arms. Hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. It hurt to not see him for years. You miss him, especially his wonderful scent.

Zemo chuckled, "shhh, you must be quiet, my love." His hands slide up your back. His lips connect to the top of your head. Giving you a nice squeeze before letting go of you. Pulling back to take you all in. He hadn't seen you in years. Though all the memories of you flooded back. You looked angelic to him.

Your cheeks fill with pink pigment. Looking away shyly, you brush some hair behind your ear. "What? Do I look different? Is it bad?" You ask in an insecure manner. Hoping to not displease him. Suddenly you are pushed to look back at him. Catching his random outburst of chuckles.

"You look stunning, sweetheart." Zemo uttered out. Soon shutting the window and closing the curtains. He strolls over to the door and locks it. "I've been very lonesome. I'm afraid I may not be free much longer, my kitten."

You give him a worrisome look. That's definitely what you didn't want to hear. Instantly, you grab a hold of one of his hands. Bringing it up to your lips. Giving a tender Peck to the back of his hand. Soon holding it up to your cheek. Caressing his hand against the side of your face. "Don't say that. We will think of something to do. I promise, I won't let them separate us again." Your tone had a subtle shaky-ness to it.

Zemo sighed softly at your affections. They felt so warm and just reminded him of better times. "No, you mustn't stress over the inevitable. I know these moments will end with me behind bars again. It's too good to be true." He explains in a gentle tone. More gentle than he usually ever sounds. Which makes what he says all too real.

You feel his thumb rub your cheek. Closing your eyes in a relaxed fashion. "Then let me make these moments unforgettable, my world." You, in a way, beg. Wanting desperately to make it all last while. At least he would have these hours to think about. So he wouldn't just have so much pain to think about in a cold prison.

Zemo shifted his hand over. His thumb, catching your bottom lip. Swiping it across your plump lip. "Give me your body tonight..and make it last me a lifetime." He smiled softly. Demanding such a thing in a very soft way. Which wasn't normal for Zemo. He usually is so aggressive and forceful. Though it was a very nice change.

Not even giving a vocal answer. You begin to kiss against his thumb. Taking it in with your tongue. Giving light sucks against half of his digit. Your eyes focus on one another. His thumb pushed deeper into your mouth. Letting out a heavy hum of desire. Sucking harder as you felt his gaze grow more and more hunger for intimacy. Slowly, pulling his thumb from your mouth. He drug his down your bottom lip to your chin.

"Please, my love. I want you to have a night you won't forget. Lemme be in charge." You asked in a delicate tone. Taking his hand that just was touching you. Stroking the back of it with your thumb. His eyes flutter as he gives you a stare. A stare he hasn't given you in a long time. Not since the first you met. A lustful, longing gaze. All he mustered was a nod as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, you can be in charge. Give me a night I can fantasize about in my cell." He smirked.

You giggle as you gently pull away from him. Reaching forwards to the tie on his robe. Opening it up to see his body. Making you melt on the inside. Geez, you really needed to compose yourself. Before you could do anything else. Zemo pulled it off completely. As he leaned in to get some sweet affections. But you stop him and gesture for him to lay down on the bed. Even though you did want to take him right there badly.

"Don't let this power get to your head."

"I just want you to relax baby. So I can strip down for you and hump your brains out." You wink.

"Oooh.. Say no more." Zemo chripped. As he fluffed some pillows. Getting on the bed, laying on his back. His head propped up by the piled pillows. As he stares over at you. His gaze still remains very heated.

You felt a touch shy, due to the attention you had. Turning your back to him as you slowly pull off your top. Swaying your hips playfully as you tossed the shirt to the side. Looking over your shoulder at him. As he chuckled softly and smiled at you. Before long you slid off your bottoms. Stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Soon enough Zemo was starting to touch himself. His hand stroked his full shaft. As he watched you eagerly, unable to hide his excitement for you. Which gave you more confidence and aroused. You walk over to his side. Removing your panties next to him. Before you gently pull his hand away.

"No more, baby.. I don't want you to have too much fun without me."

"Then ride m—"

"Beg.. Or I won't let you be inside me."

"Ugh..you little tease." He sighed in annoyance. Having a playful smirk worn on his face. "Please.. Fuck me til I'm dry and can't cum anymore." He begged like you wanted.

"Heh, fine. I'll do it Zemo, just for you daddy." You get on top of him and straddle him. Spitting into the palm of your hand. Soon stroking it all on his cock. Giving him a few heavy strokes. Hearing him softly hum in pleasure. Once he felt hard enough you let go. Seeing it stand up nicely, pulsing with needs. Needs to be buried deep inside your core. Which got you throbbing and a bit damp.

"Baby, help me keep my balance."

"Of course.. Here. You can hold my hands or lean over and put your hands on my chest." He said in a hushed tone.

You gave a nod as you reached to take his hands. Holding them firmly as you begin to shift your hips just right. You felt his tip up against your entrance. Biting your bottom lip as you keep eye contact with him. Slowly you sink down until you're filled. Your mouth agape as your grip tightens.

"Nnn.. So tight.." Zemo groaned in his gruff tone.

Soon you'd be hearing more of his groans. As you begin to carefully bounce on his erection. Letting soft steady moans leave your lips. Steadily you began to rock up and down. "Ahhh… fuck baby. You have such a fat cock." You whimper. Soon hearing a chuckle of amusement from your lover. You look at him with Redden cheeks.

"You're so cute when you say such perverted things." He teased you. Still letting some groans slip. Especially when you fell quicker against his hard on.

"Oh h-..mm.. H-Hush."

You really start to get into the groove of things. Bouncing and rolling your hips at a faster pace. Earning you repeated praises and moans from your lover. As this pattern of bounces grew boring to you. You wanted to spice things up. Letting go of his hands. Which made him give you a curious look. You lean over and hold onto his shoulders.

I'm seconds you begin to hump him hard. Making the bed creak loudly. Zemo gasped, his hands clinging to your hips. "Nnn! Fuck!" He growled in a heated fashion. Under his breath he began to chant praises to you. Which made you fuck him harder. Focusing on using kegels at the right moments.

"Ahhh nnn.. Baby please." Zemo uttered in a whine. As he didn't expect such naughty things from you.

"Please what? Tell me Zemo. Want me to fuck you harder? You poor horny thing." You murmur in a toying baby voice. Some sharp grunts mixed within your words.

All he can conjure is a quick nod as he stares deep into your eyes. Biting his bottom lip hard. His body tensing up here and there. While you make your skins slap violently together. Your moans grow louder and louder together. At this point Zemo didn't care if they were heard. He was only focused on you.

"You're going to make me cum.. Mmm."

"Fill me please daddy. I wanna be stuffed.!" You cry out, unable to hold back anymore. The walls of your core clamp against his girth. Coating his shaft in your juices.

Zemo gasps deeply as he yanks your hips down. Holding you firmly down against his pelvis. To be deep inside of you, filling you up. Your eyes widen as you feel his warm cream shoot up in your cervix. "Ahhh! Oh Z-Zemo.. Baby!" You cry deeply.

He forcefully holds you down for a few moments. As his orgasm soon comes to an end. His grip loosens and he lets go of you. His hands rub your outer thighs gently. Both of you pant in sinc. Bodies glisten with passionate sweat. You don't want to move, loving the feel of his softening member stuffed in you. Laying against him, you give him weak kisses.

"Mmm, I love you my sweet kitten." Zemo said between kisses.

"I love you too.." You mumbled back in a tired tone.

Zemo rubs your back gently and as he hushes you. "Get some rest. You did good. I'll definitely remember this forever." He chuckled lightly. Letting you rest against his chest as you two enjoyed every second of this.