#nothing bad happens in chapter 9 shhh

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rewatched the first few episodes of TPN and I love how norman pines for emma sm haha <3

laying off watching for a while bc... well *stares at episode 9*

#tpn norman #tpn emma #TPN #the promised neverland #noremma #tpn anime #tpn art #nothing bad happens in chapter 9 shhh #yakusuko no neverland #ynn emma #ynn norman #ynn

[saralovesyouu]

“Come back to me, I’ll wait for you.”

Devastated and exhausted, you were still mourning losing Mitsuba a second time. You refused to get out of bed, and only did when Teru asked you to because your grades were a mess. Kou decided to show you the photos Mitsuba had took before. The incident. You tried spending most of your time with Yokoo and Satou, who didn’t really know why you were upset but still tried to comfort you. After the you did your part of helping them get rid of the hands, you thought you were done with supernaturals for the day. But when Kou dragged you off saying Yashiro had gone missing, and you needed to enter some boundary and he wanted you there. You kind of had to tag along. But unexpectedly, you find someone there.

Warnings: Cursing, reader feeling like shit (‘m sorry about that), comforting from Yokoo and Satou, Kou also sorta feeling like shit, your aunt trying to help you out of bed but still keep you safe, some angst again, etc,.

(A/N) : Last chapter of Act I!! Hope you enjoy it. I’ve been feeling like absolute shit these past few days so writing this to distract myself has made me feel so much better. I’m pretty sure this is proofread but if there’s anything wrong with it lmk!!

Prev. << Next end of Act I

You couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, not for anything. Not even after the countless times Yokoo and Satou begged you to come, not after Yashiro came over to try and get you up, not even after your aunt talked to you about it.

You just couldn’t.

You’d spent more nights crying than you could ever count, and kept thinking back to that moment. The squelching noise, that scream. It all haunted you like there was no tomorrow.

Your aunt had to bring you in food, and make sure you actually ate it. She sat with you while you cried about it, and she hugged you through it. She even called in sick from work to stay at home just for a day to comfort you.

“Shhh.. hey it’s okay.” She tried to reassure for the nth time this day.

You didn’t seem to be getting better.

“It’s not okay! There should’ve been something I could’ve done! Something I didn’t do.” You cried into your pillow, eyes red and puffy from all your tears.

She pursed her lips, not knowing what to do to comfort you. Nothing seemed to help. All she could do was make sure you ate and drink a little water. And of course make sure you didn’t do anything stupid, she was still a bit paranoid from what happened.

Out of no where, there was a knock on the door.

“Ah.. I’ll go get it.” She said, giving you one last pitiful glance before heading downstairs.

“Hey is (Y/N) here?” You heard someone say.

“Yeah she’s upstairs in her room.” Your aunt replied.

“Okay thank you.” They answered.

You heard footsteps, and groaned.

“Look Yokoo, I already said I don’t want to get up—“

“It’s not Yokoo.” Teru chuckled.

He walked over to your bed and sat with you.

“You doing okay? You and Kou both seem really out of it.” He asked, moving his hand to rub soothing circles in your back.

“No.” Was all you could answer, knowing how he felt about spirits you knew you probably shouldn’t tell him why.

“Listen, you need to come back to school. Your grades are plummeting so bad right now, and your friends miss you a lot.” Teru explained, making you lightly chuckle.

“Great, thanks so much for adding more stress! I thought it was impossible but somehow you did.” You answered sarcastically with a sigh.

He only playfully rolled his eyes, “Look, if it helps anything—I’ll help you with your missing work.”

“Just please come back to school? We all miss you a lot. And I think both you and Kou could use some support.” He pleaded, his pretty blue eyes sparkled with determination to get you out of bed.

You groaned, falling back onto your bed.

“I don’t know..” you mumbled.

“I won’t try to exorcise Hanako for..” he paused “a few days.”

You snorted, shaking your head with a fond smile.

“Deal.”

He smiled.

“Okay. It’s only 9:20, so you still have time to get to school. Even if it’s late, don’t worry I’ll excuse you.” He assured, “so get ready and I’ll walk you to school.”

You sighed as you got out of bed, and he went to wait downstairs for you.

You got dressed, and went into the bathroom to wash your face and do the rest of your skincare routine so you didn’t look like you’d been crying so much, and after you were satisfied that you didn’t look like a total mess as bad, you walked downstairs to find Teru.

He was sitting on the couch, just scrolling around on his phone. You went to go out on your shoes, and swung your backpack over your shoulder. He turned his phone off and stood up.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

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Teru walked you into the middle school divison, and quickly took you with him to the student council room.

“Hang on, wait one second let me just do something real quick.” He hummed, unlocking his computer and opened what seemed to be an attendance sheet and marked your name off as ‘excused tardy’.

“Okay, ‘m gonna go drop you off at class and tell the teacher that you were late cause of my fault.” He explained, already leading you towards your second period class.

He opened the door for you and allowed you in, and went to go whisper something to the teacher. Yokoo looked at you excitedly, and Satou smiled upon seeing you. You didn’t see Kou in his seat, so you assumed he was out with Hanako and Yashiro.

“What made you feel like getting up out of bed?” Yokoo asked curiously.

“Are you hungry? I have some sweets with me.” Satou asked, digging around in his backpack to look for said sweets.

“Teru dragged me out of bed.” You exaggerated with a sigh, leaning against Yokoo dramatically.

Satou just shook his head with a smile, and Yokoo played along pretending to catch you.

“Well did you sleep good at least?” Yokoo asked.

You paused for a moment.

“..Definitely.”

“Liar.” Satou sighed “Here, have some.” He said, offering you some of his sweets.

You took a few, thanking Satou.

“You seemed pretty down enough to not come to school for a few days.. you hadn’t been that down since Mitsuba—“ Yokoo stopped himself.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He winced apologetically, realizing what he just brought up.

You pursed your lips, but you couldn’t get mad at Yokoo. You knew he and Satou were only worried and meant no harm.

“It’s fine, but can someone catch me up on what we’re learning? I’m a little lost.” You chuckled nervously, trying lighten up the mood—trying to forget about Mitsuba.

“Yeah, no problem!” Yokoo chirped.

Yokoo and Satou explained the lesson for you, letting you copy down their notes so you wouldn’t fall too behind. You groaned as you leaned back in your seat, already hating how much you missed in your absence.

“Where’s Kou by the way?” You asked, sitting back up after a few more moments.

“Oh him? All he said is he’d be busy, I don’t think he’s been in class at all.” Satou hummed.

“You should probably go see him, he didn’t look too good.” Yokoo suggested, kicking his feet lightly.

“I will after class.”

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The bell had long since rung, and kids rushed out to their next class. Yokoo and Satou had said their goodbyes and told you they’d see you at lunch, so you were trying to get your stuff altogether.

“Don’t think of running off with those cockroaches.” Teru sighed as he waited by the door for you.

You jumped a bit, not really expecting him to wait for you after class.

“They aren’t cockroaches..” you mumbled, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and he gave you a look that said ‘are you sure about that?’.

You sighed, “Okay, maybe some are. But they aren’t all.” you tried to explain.

You paused, biting your lip a bit “But I’m not gonna do anything having to do with the supernatural anytime soon, so I won’t run off.”

Teru gave you a satisfied smile.

“Why are you even here? Are you going to make sure I don’t skip off to Hanako and the others or?” You trailed off.

“No,” Teru denied “I was actually here to pick you up.”

“I talked to the teachers and let them know you’d be with me for the rest of the day,” he hummed.

“Working on your missing assignments.”

You groaned as you made your way towards the door, looking at Teru with pleading eyes as if it would convince him to just let you go with the others. He smiled and shook his head fondly, leading you towards the student council room.

“Oh and by the way,” he said opening the door for you “I let Kou know you’re here so I’m sure he’ll stop by soon.”

“Soon like now?” Kou asked as he entered the student council room.

“I thought you’d stop by later but yeah, soon.” Teru confirmed with a hum.

“Can I borrow (Y/N)?” Kou asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“For what?” Teru asked.

“Something.” Was all Kou managed to mutter.

“No, sorry. After she finishes at least half of this work,” Teru emphasized, referring to the small stack of packets and papers that you thought to be your missing assignments “then you can take her for a bit.”

You groaned, flopping down on the seat in front of Teri’s desk.

“So mean.” Kou mumbled with a pout, walking out.

“So,” Teru cleared his throat, dropping a small stack of papers in front of you “let’s get started.”

You pouted with a whine, letting your head fall forward and hitting the desk in frustration.

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The bell had rung a fourth time since you’ve gotten there, and it was now time for lunch.

“Well, your a little bit close to halfway done.” Teru mumbled holding up a pinch of the paperwork, holding it up to examine it.

Kou burst through the door, swinging it open.

“It’s lunch time now, and I’m pretty sure (Y/N)’s hungry.” Kou said, trying to indirectly hint if it was okay to borrow you now.

“Go ahead but be back right after.” Teru instructed, and you just pouted with a nod.

“Great,” Kou mumbled, grabbing hold of your wrist “will definitely—“ he sprinted out with you “not.”

Kou laughed a bit, but when he noticed you didn’t seem to even smile his expression dropped.

He came to a stop, at the staircase leading up to the roof, sitting down on a bench nearby.

“You doing okay?” Kou asked.

“Not really.” You muttered, sitting by him.

“Well I have something to show you.” Kou smiled, bringing something from his backpack’s front pocket.

He took it out gingerly, as if it was the most fragilest of glass and would break with even the slightest wrong look.

They were Mitsuba’s developed pictures.

“I had them printed out as soon as I could..” he whispered, though he didn’t know why if it was just the two of you “I already looked at them last night, but—“ his voice cracked a bit as he chuckled lightly “I thought you might want to see them too.”

He carefully handed the small stack of photos to you, and you—just as carefully—took them.

There were many pictures.

Some were meant to be funny, and others were genuinely beautiful.

Like when Kou got attacked by the mother cat when he tried grabbing one of it’s kitten’s. Or when Mitsuba took that photo of Kou while he was standing on his shoulders.

There were also some like the birds nest, and of some he took while in the school garden. But the one that made you tear up—

Was the one he took of you and Kou.

You grit your teeth in frustration, in anger—thinking back to that moment.

“I’ll make that asshole pay one way or another.” You say through a choked out sob.

Kou looked at you with a solemn face, pursing his lips before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder “And I’ll be there to help you when you do.”

You looked at him, and he looked at you. And for the first time since you both had met, you didn’t laugh at the eye contact. Instead, your eyes welled up with regretful tears, tears of grievance at its finest.

“Oh, there you two are!” Yokoo exclaimed gleefully, practically skipping towards you both as Satou trailed behind him.

“What’re you two weirdo’s doing?” Satou joked, sitting beside you as Yokoo sat on the other side of Kou.

Yokoo shot him a glare after realizing you and Kou were on the verge of tears, and Satou immediately took the hint that now wasn’t the time for that.

“Wanna tell us what’s going on?” Satou finally said after a few moments of silence.

Yokoo pursed his lips when he got no answer from either of you, so he spoke up too.

“Look, whatever you both are going through. You can tell us, you know that right?” Yokoo asked, but continued after still the both of you didn’t answer “Just know we’re here for you. Whatever you guys are going through, we’ll get through it altogether.” he looked over at Satou “Right, Satou?”

“Yeah of course. We’re all friends, and as friends we have to look out for each other.” Satou agreed with a hum.

There was a few more seconds of silence before anyone spoke again.

“You ever know that feeling…” you finally managed to croak out after a while longer “when you thought you finally found something you lost a long while ago, someon—“ you stopped yourself before continuing “something very special to you, and then for someone to just. Snatch it out of your hands?”

Kou lightly chuckled, but it came out sadder than he intended “And when you actually got to see another side of a person you just met, and got to know them better—only for them to disappear the next second?”

Satou and Yokoo exchanged glances, as if they were trying to communicate with each other to see what you guys meant by that. But they found themselves empty minded.

“I don’t necessarily understand,” Yokoo started, already hugging Kou to provide some sort of comfort “but I know whatever it is. It’s really tough for you to be feeling like this.”

“Yeah,” Satou confirmed, hugging you too, connecting with Yokoo to form a group hug “we’re your friends. And as your friends we wanna tell you that you don’t have to go through this alone.”

And just then, you broke down in tears, babbling about how you lost someone so special to you a second time and this time you’ll never get them back. Kou followed soon after, except he just silently cried.

“Shhh.. there, there.” Yokoo whispered “Let it all out.”

The two boys hugged you both as you cried, comforting you in silence.

“God you guys are the best.” You hiccuped with a small chuckle that came out more as a sob.

Satou smiled, and Yokoo just replied “We know.”

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After a while longer, the bell rang again. You, Satou, Kou, and Yokoo had been talking, the two mostly trying to distract you guys from crying—trying to get a smile out of you.

From around the corner, Teru came and you groaned.

“C’mon, it’s time to get back to your missing work.” Teru hummed, leaning against the wall as he waited for you to get up.

You pouted, but got up and said your goodbyes.

“You didn’t actually eat,” Teru began as you started walking back to the student council room “did you?”

And as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, and you flushed out of embarrassment. Teru sighed, turning in a different direction.

“Let’s get you something to eat.. I think I might have a spare lunch in the office.” Teru explained.

And he did, luckily for you. After taking one bite, you almost immediately recognized it as Kou’s cooking—and practically gobbled up the rest of it.

“Woah, slow down your going to end up choking.” Teru laughed.

“But it’s Kou’s cooking!” You pouted, taking another bite “You could never.”

“Okay that was ONE time.” Teru groaned, remembering how he nearly burnt down their kitchen.

“Yeah, that ‘ONE’ time was a near death experience for me.” You sighed dramatically, making Teru smile.

“It’s good to see your somewhat better now.” He hummed.

“What do you mean?” You asked, taking one last bite of the delicious lunch Kou prepared.

“I mean, your not as gloomy right now as you were earlier.” He smiled, ruffling your hair.

You swatted his hands away from your hair, “Must’ve been the magic of Kou’s cooking.”

“Must’ve.” Teru agreed, “Now that I know you won’t be complaining about an empty stomach,” he dropped the rest of your missing assignments in front of you “we can finish this.”

“So mean to me.”

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For the next few days you tried to get over it. But I mean, you couldn’t, really. If you thought losing someone the first time was hard, imagine losing them a second time. Yokoo and Satou tried to help too, they kept you busy, and Yokoo even found out some way to let you in his soccer practice to ‘blow off some steam’ as he put it.

“God, I don’t understand how you’re able to do this for what?” You asked, taking a sip from the water bottle Yokoo had given you, to which he replied “About an hour and a half.”

“I can’t even last ten minutes.” You chuckled lightly.

“But you’re distracted, right?” He asked, gently nudging you with his shoulder.

You smiled, “I am actually.”

He smiled right back, “Then that’s all that matters.”

“Now c’mon, let’s go back to practice—“ Yokoo got up and beckoned you towards him, when Kou came along “Sorry Yokoo but I REALLY need to borrow. (Y/N) for a bit.”

“Okay, see you later then (Y/N).” Yokoo exclaimed as he ran back to the rest of his teammates.

“See ya!” You shouted after him.

“What is it?” You asked, turning around to Kou.

“There’s a bunch of hands, just popping around everywhere.” Kou explained “Hanako suggested we play with them so they’ll go away, so far it’s worked.”

“What is that have to do with me?” You sighed.

Kou gave you a playfully glare, rolling his eyes fondly.

“We could use the extra hands.” He hummed, making you chuckle a bit.

“Don’t you already have a lot?” You joked. “Need more hands to get rid of the extra hands.” You snorted.

“Well will you help?” Kou asked, he paused before adding “I know you’re trying to take a break from anything supernatural right now but we could use the help.”

You thought about it for a second, but gave in when you saw the pleading look in his eyes.

“Fine.” You sighed, making Kou cheer.

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“That should be the last of them!” Hanako exclaimed, jumping around in the air excitedly.

“Whew.” You say, slumping against one of the bathroom stall doors.

Out of no where, a hand appeared from the bathroom mirror, and Yashiro approached it.

“Just one left!” Yashiro informed, looking back at it.

“That actually wore me out..” Hanako whined, making you chuckle “one of those guys hit me.”

You ‘coughed’, “Sounds like a major skill issue.” which earned you a playful glare from Hanako.

“Most of the pictures are all cleaned up too.” Kou confirmed, flipping through the yearbook.

“Wait..” Kou paused “now that I look at it.. you’re wearing a different uniform in this picture.”

“That’s from last year!” Yashiro chirped, looking over Kou’s shoulder to see better “When I was in middle school.”

“Cool!” Kou exclaimed.

“But wow,” he then continued “these are really good pictures.”

“Yeah! We had a kid from the photography club take them,” Yashiro hummed “I’m pretty sure his name should be on the last page.”

You and Kou gave each other a hesitant look, and you walked over to check too. And there it was.

Mitsuba Sousuke.

Out of no where, the hand from the mirror grabbed Yashiro’s wrist, and she hummed “What is it?”

“Have you decided what you want to pl—“ the hand cut her off, a mouth morphed onto its figure.

“Come to this side.”

It began to drag her inside the mirror.

“Yashiro!” Both Hanako and Kou panicked.

“Hanako!” Yashiro managed to yelp out.

Said ghost boy quickly got up “Grab my—“ but it was too late, his fingers just barely skimmed hers as she was sucked into the mirror like some type of portal.

“She’s…” Kou paused.

“gone.” I mumbled, and as if on cue—a droplet of water fell from the sink faucet.

Panicked, Kou got up and shouted “I’m coming Yashiro!” As he tried to force himself through the mirror.

“Kid! Stop it kid! Bad kid!” Hanako yelled, grabbing Kou from under his arms to pull him away from the mirror, making you giggle a bit at the way Hanako was referring to Kou as ‘kid’ “Don’t break the mirror!”

“That’s a boundary..” Hanako began to explain “specifically number 3’s”

“School mystery number three?” Kou asked.

“Yes.” Hanako muttered in agreement.

“I mean there’s a really only one supernatural mirror leading to this place—“ Hanako got interrupted.

“The hell of mirrors, right?” You asked “I don’t know how I know that but I do.”

“Yeah, so it has to be this one.” Hanako informed before sighing “I would like to go with her immediately but..” he paused.

“To put it simply, when you go into number 3’s boundary it attacks you.. with things you don’t want to see. Things you’re afraid of.” He looked at you both before continuing “In other words, the strength of the boundary changes based on who’s inside. If I’m not careful, I could make it stronger just by going I’m there.”

But you and Kou weren’t really paying attention, you were both looking at the yearbook Mitsuba had taken pictures for.

“Hey have you two been listening to me at all?” Hanako whined, grabbing onto your shoulders.

In a panic, Kou shut the book at faced him “You were telling us about how filthy your mind is sir!”

That alone made you burst into laughter as Hanako stared in disbelief, then muttered “Yeah well.. I won’t deny that.”

“We have to figure out what to do and fast.” Kou sighed, you felt bad seeing him look so worried for Yashiro’s safety.

“Yeah.” Hanako mumbled.

“Because number 3’s approach is most likely going to depend on what Yashiro is afraid of.” You mumbled, earning a shocked glance from Hanako which turned into a smirk.

“Hey you’re a quick learner aren’t you?” He teased “You caught on faster than Mr. Exorcist here.”

“I know you said you didn’t want anything to do with the supernatural or ghosts for a while, but I think Mr. Tsuchigomori might know something.” Hanako rambled.

“So can you please help?” They asked.

“Please?” Kou begged “For your favorite exorcist.”

“And your favorite apparition.” Hanako added with a sly grin.

“Who said you two were my favorites?” You asked sarcastically, but still smiled.

“Alright fine, but if he doesn’t know something I won’t be helping out.” You finally gave in.

Hanako and Kou both cheered, jumping around like children anxious to go trick-or-treating on Halloween.

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Yashiro’s yelp seemed to echo aimlessly around the dimly lit room, hands began to sprout from the floor. She winced as she was met with something, something wet.

“Water!” She panicked, scrambling to her feet.

Little scale-like pieces began to emerge on her soft skin as she went on to see where she was at, or more so who’s boundary she was in.

Thump, thump, thump.

Footsteps? She thought, swiftly turning her head in panic that something dangerous might’ve been lingering in the dark.

“Hello?” she called, trying to see what she could in the dark room.

She saw a figure, one she thought was feminine, but upon closer examination she found it was a boy. More so, a middle school boy. His eyes looked a bit sunken, as the hands surrounded him. He tilted his head up, to look at her.

“Who are you?” She asked, tilting her head as well to get a better view of him.

Yashiro had a million questions running through her head, who was this boy? Was he a ghost? What’s he doing here? She was dragged out of her trance when said boy was towering over her.

Now that he was closer, Yashiro realized how he looked and a blush covered her face. His rosy eyes startled silently at her, before speaking up.

“You..” he called.

“Yes?” Yashiro panicked, standing up straight.

The boy looked left, then right, before sighing. His once innocent look was replaced with a taunting smirk.

“..have pretty fat ankles, huh?”

Yashiro froze in place, a bit dumbfounded that someone so adorable would say something so vulgar.

The boy sighed, crossing his arms.

“Aww, I thought someone was finally here to help me, but it’s just some horseradish..”

“I-I’m not a horseradish!” Yashiro retorted defensively with a pout.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Mitsuba sighed.

Yashiro kept asking questions, and Mitsuba didn’t have any intention to answer much or any of them, so he walked to the door at the end of the corridor and opened it.

He then walked over to Yashiro and grabbed her by the little accessories on her belt. “This way.” He said.

“This is one of the boundary’s of the seven mysteries..” he explained after a while “the hell of mirrors.”

“Or..” he paused, stopping in his tracks to look at Yashiro with an unsure look “I guess that’s it’s name.”

“But that’s all I know.”

Yashiro looked around in amazement, everywhere she turned there were mirrors of different shapes, sizes, colors, and designs. But there was one thing they all had in common.

They all had an eerie feeling to it, it sent shivers down Yashiro’s spine.

“There’re mirrors.. everywhere.” She mumbled in awe.

“Yeah, I can see that Ms. Obvious.” Mitsuba sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

But Yashiro wasn’t paying enough attention to care, she was too busy thinking.

“I’m Mitsuba.”

Yashiro made a small ‘huh?’ noise before turning to look at him.

“I’m stuck here and I have no idea to get out of this mess.” He complained, slumping down against the railings.

“Mitsuba? You’re..” she paused, eyeing him curiously “from the middle school division, right?”

“Are you a ghost? And..” she paused to look at him “have we met somewhere?”

“I..” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat “don’t know.”

“Who cares? None of that matters now anyways.” He sighed, his rosy eyes flinched a bit, as if maybe trying to hold back tears.

“I guess we’ll have to get out of this place first! But..” she paused “why did you bring me here?”

Mitsuba didn’t say anything for a moment or two, clearing his throat and pointing at the hands still sprouting from the floor.

“Well I wanted someone who could help me,” he explained “so I asked them to find someone for me.”

The hands excitedly exclaimed a small “yeah!” popping around enthusiastically.

“Are they friends of yours, Mitsuba?” Yashiro asked sweetly, bending down to shake their hands.

Mitsuba scoffed with an offended expression.

“Are you suggesting I’m friends with my right hand??” He shouted “Would you please not be so vulgar!”

“I didn’t say they were right hands..” Yashiro mumbled, looking over at a few left hands.

“Besides..” Mitsuba sighed “the only friend I can remember, is..”

He looked at Yashiro and then away.

“Wait why am I telling you this?” Mitsuba scoffed.

“Who is it?” Yashiro asked.

“What do you mean?” Mitsuba replied, tilting his head a bit to show his confusion.

“Your friend,” she insisted “the one you could remember?”

“It’s..” he looked hesitant to tell her, but then thought she might know where to find her, so she gave in.

“Her name’s (Y/N)..” he whispered, Yashiro just managed to hear.

“(Y/N)?” Yashiro repeated.

“Yeah.. it’s kind of a weird story. I don’t know why she’s the only one I remember. I just remember waking up, no memory of anything or anyone.”

“Just her.”

Yashiro gave him a pitiful look, and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Well,” she began “first let’s get out of here. And then, I think I might have an idea of where she might be.” she said with a smile.

“Really?” He asked excitedly, shooting up from his slouching position.

“Of course.” Yashiro confirmed.

“Well then..” he mumbled, looking up at Yashiro, leaning his head down on his arms and batting his pretty eyelashes at her “will you help me out of here?”

Yashiro felt a pang in her heart, to her, Mitsuba looked like an innocent puppy. And when he saw that look of awe in her eyes, he knew his charm worked.

“I can’t make any promises,” she cleared her throat “but this isn’t my first time in a place like this. So I’m sure we can find our way out somehow.”

“God..” he smiled softly “thank you, Yashiro.”

Yashiro put her hand over her chest, her eyes tearing up dramatically as she gushed over him.

“What is it?” Mitsuba asked innocently.

“O-Oh..” Yashiro stuttered “it’s nothing!”

She turned her head away with a smile, and each time she wasn’t looking, Mitsuba made a face to mock her.

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They continued to walk aimlessly around the boundary, looking at all the mirrors as they passed by.

“Mitsuba,” Yashiro spoke up after a while, uncomfortable with the silence “this is your first time in a boundary, right?” she then gave him a proud smile “Not to brag or anything, but this is my fourth time in one!”

“It is my first time..” Mitsuba admited “but—“

“Then as your upper-classman, or- err.. woman? I’ll teach you all about boundaries!” She exclaimed excitedly, grabbing his sleeve-covered hand with her own.

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After a while of Yashiro explaining the basic understanding of a boundary as they further explored the place, Mitsuba nodded and ‘okay’ed’ everything she said.

“Woah.” He mumbled in astonishment at the new information he was given.

Before Yashiro could make a proud remark, he snickered “You seem to know an awful lot about this for a living person.”

“Scary..” he said, backing away in ‘fear’ playfully.

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The three of you made your way to the library where Mr. Tsuchigomori usually would be. Not giving him a chance to ask why you all are there, you begin to all try to explain at once.

“Wait, back up a few steps. One at a time.” He sighs, almost like a father telling his children to wait their turn to talk.

Before either you or Hanako get the chance to speak first, Kou beats you both to it—and explains the whole situation.

“Why are you even bothering me with this..?” Mr. Tsuchigomori groaned, rubbing his forehead as if it will soothe the annoying headache the three of you were to him.

“Because!” Hanako wailed “It’s been two hours since they took Yashiro! And I can’t get into number 3’s boundary!”

“Yeah!” You sighed with a pout, very much worried for your friend.

“The kids and I even tried begging on our hands and knees for number 3 to let us in! But it didn’t work!” Hanako cried, dramatically flapping his arms all over the place.

You smacked the back of his head “Stop that, we didn’t even go that far.” you groaned.

“But still! We would’ve if it meant number 3 would let us in!” Hanako wailed yet again, clinging to your sleeve.

“Please spider-face!” Kou finally exclaimed after seeing a moment from where he could talk.

The sudden name made you snort, clasping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from bursting into laughter. Kou smiled, seeing as this had been the first time you’d smiled since the incident with Mistuba.

“It’s Mr...” Hanako corrected.

“Whatever! Mr. Spider Face!” Kou yet again exclaimed, clasping his hands together as if to beg, making you finally let your strained laughter flow from your lips.

“Yes! Please help us Mr. Spider Face!” You snickered, doing the same gesture as Kou, you both were now laughing maniacally at this point.

“You little..” Mr. Tsuchigomori sighed, you swore you saw his eyebrow twitching.

“I can’t let Yashiro get hurt..” Hanako spoke up, after having going silent for a while.

You and Kou both turned to him, confused by the sincerity in his voice. The Hanako you knew to be flirtatious and a pervert and sometimes even a jerk, being serious for once? It was a sight to see for sure.

“Tell me Mr. Tsuchigomori..” he uttered, finally looking up after staring at the seemingly more interesting floor for so long “won’t you help us?”

Even the disguised supernatural looked shocked to see the ghost so genuine, so with a sigh, he got up.

“Well, I do have an idea.” He hummed, walking over to a specific bookshelf.

He moved a couple of books to reveal Yako snoozing on the bookshelf. Effortlessly, he grabbed her, and tossed her over to Hanako—who luckily caught her. You, Kou, and Hanako looked down at the Nogitsune in Hanako’s arms.

“Number 2?” Hanako asked “Why?”

“Hear me out.” Mr. Tsuchigomori sighed, sitting back down at his desk “The seven mysteries boundaries each serve to oversee a certain aspect of the school.”

“My ‘book stacks’ manage records, the clock keepers manage ‘time’, and number 2 manages ‘space.” He explained “If you go through her boundary you can get pretty much anywhere in the school.”

“That includes number 3’s boundary?” You asked, looking down at Yako.

“Pretty much.” Mr. Tsuchigomori sighed.

“But I thought Yashiro busted up her boundary?” Kou asked.

“Oh Kou.. poor, sweet, dumb little Kou.” You snickered, making said boy glare at you, more like aggressively side-eyeing you.

Mr. Tsuchigomori shook his head with a fond smile, before continuing “Oh that.. all she really did was take her right to manage it. The boundary itself is still existing. But with its overseer gone.. it’s probably a mess.”

“Isn’t that right echinococcus?” He snickered, making the latter snap up with a growl.

“Shut up emo spider!” Yako retorted, making you snicker.

“Emo spider..” you snorted in an almost whisper.

“And why should I even help you! I could care less what happens to your assistant!” Yako crossed her arms, turning her head with a ‘hmph!’.

“Beecause we’re your favorites?” You asked hopefully, but she didn’t seem to budge.

“Kitsune udon.” Hanako spoke, holding up his butcher knife as if to threaten her.

“Huh?” Yako gasped offendedly “I- It’s not even my problem!”

“Udon.”

“Fine..” Yako finally huffed, knowing Hanako wouldn’t go through with it—but still wanted to help him out.

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“Let’s see…” Yako hummed, walking towards the bottom of the stairs.

“This is it right?” Kou asked.

“You’re kidding right?” You asked in disbelief, giving Kou a ‘are you stupid?’ look.

“Hey I was just making sure!” Kou whined, elbowing you in the side, which resulted in you two giggling and playfully shoving each other.

“Here we go!” Yako sung, breaking your guys’s laughter “One,” one at a time you were taking steps up the stairs “two,” and another “three..”

“Four.”

The Misaki Stairs were nothing new to you, you had come here with the trio before in search for Yashiro’s friend, Aoi. And hearing that it had been all out of whack since Yashiro destroyed it’s yoshiro, you weren’t surprised to look out into the distance and for the large empty void to be staring right back at you.

Though it was filled with pretty flowers to the brim, and sunny skies something still felt off. Like something was out of place.

“It’s..” Hanako marveled, staring out in disbelief.

“Woah!” Kou grinned, looking around like a child trying to pick which ride to go on first at an amusement park “It’s so pretty now!”

“Yeah..” you murmured, not being able to shake off the eerie feeling it gave you, but seeing as the other two seemed at ease—you tried your best to forget about it.

“I’ll show you to number 3’s boundary,” Yako hummed, now in human form “just keep up.”

The “click-clack” and “tut-tut” of your shoes against the stairs as you climbed was the only thing to fill the silence. You looked down from the stairs, only to be met with a void. It was empty. So empty it made you shiver, so you moved your focus elsewhere. Perhaps towards the flowers at the bottom of the stairs…

“Hey fox lady?” Kou finally spoke up, breaking the  deafening silence.

“What do you want stupid brat?” Yako spat, not turning back to even glance at him as he spoke.

“You know how before your rumor changed and you went totally crazy?” Kou asked, making you widen your eyes at the insensitive comment and elbow his side, making him glare at you as he winced “and you attacked me and the other students.”

“You like bringing up unpleasant memories, don’t you?” Yako scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way she winced at the mention of the things she had done before “What’s your point?”

“Oh it’s just.. I was wondering what that felt like.” Kou mumbled, now feeling unsure if it was okay to ask, though he felt the need to.

“What? Why would you wanna know that?! Talk about poor taste!” Yako yapped, turning to glare at Kou “I knew Misaki was the only human worth answering! The rest are lower than insects!”

Feeling a bit of pity, and knowing how curious he must have been cause you were too you placed a gentle hand on Kou’s shoulder and spoke. “Hey, give him a break. I understand what he said might have been a tad insensitive but..” you paused, looking down at the ground “recently, we had a friend of ours go a bit berserk after his rumor changed. And we- I mean Kou’s just curious if when your rumor changed, was it still you?”

“They’re kinda like you, huh number 2?” Hanako chuckled, but Yako kept her back to you three.

“Well..” Yako finally murmured as you all continued up the steps “it didn’t feel good, at least when I look back at it now. But..” she paused, and she looked unsure if she should continue, but when she looked at you two who were listening so intently, she couldn’t help but continue “It was definitely me. It was just a side of me that I kept bottled up, and it was forced out of me. That’s all.”

“Okay..” Kou mumbled, clearly unsure. You didn’t miss how his eyes shifted back down to the yearbook in his hands, and you patted his shoulder, as if to tell him I know how you feel.

“So if you tried to say something to your friend, even if he didn’t understand it, it still probably reached him.” That alone gave Kou hope, maybe. Just maybe, that last encounter with Mitsuba, he was able to talk to him.

“It doesn’t matter how warped he is.” Yako continued, seeing how he seemed a bit confused “or even if he changed form or shape.”

“That boy.. is still that boy.”

Just as you were about to ask a question of your own, Yako and Hanako—who were walking in front of you, stopped walking. “We’re here.” Yako announced.

“I assume our chat is over?” She hummed in more of a question, but then added “We’ve arrived, number 3’s boundary is straight through here.”

“Is that a mirror?” Kou asked, poking the frame.

“I don’t know.. looks kind of eerie to me. Hanako mumbled, floating above it as he exclaimed it closely.

“Yeah.. I mean..” you murmured, running your finger along the glass when you felt a force pulling you in.

You let out a surprised yelp as you were engulfed by the mirror’s glass, leaving the three in disbelief.

“Just so you know.. I’m not going further than here.”

You landed in some unknown place with a “oomph”, the place was filled with mirrors. You heard a loud yelp in what you could have only recognized as Yashiro’s voice.

“Oh right, your supposed to be nice to girls.”

You turned with teary eyes from the bright light that filled the room to find the voice, and you felt yourself freeze when you realized it was Tsukasa.

The ghost, no. The vicious supernatural who tore Mitsuba from you.

You watched as Yashiro fell to ground in deep slumber, she looked awfully peaceful given the circumstances and situation they were in. When Tsukasa got up, your eyes wandered to where Mitsuba was at.

“Now, time for you to eat up Mitsu!” Tsukasa chirped, his voice was sickeningly sweet but it made shivers run down your spine, as he held what looked like to be a heart in his hands.

“No, NO! PLEASE, NO!” Mitsuba cried, trying to back away from the entity.

Mitsuba’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed you were there, and you didn’t miss that hopeful glint in his eyes when you made eye contact, hopeful that you would save him.

“(Y/N)!” He cried, trying to get Tsukasa’s bloodied hands off of him, tears streaming down his soft skin “PLEASE, HELP ME!”

You don’t know what came over you, but you found yourself rushing over in attempt to strangle Tsukasa, but he threw you off of him effortlessly.

“Get—“ you coughed “GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Tsukasa looked unfazed, his expression void of any emotion but it still made you shake with fear, not of what he would do to you, but of what he would do to Mitsuba.

“Now, eat up.” Tsukasa mumbled, his voice was low, and sounded inhumane. Distorted and horrifying. You wanted to get up, fight Tsukasa, and save Mitsuba. But this was no fairytale, so with a pounding headache—you watched as Tsukasa forcefully fed Mitsuba what you thought to be number 3’s heart, due to the entity that laid lifeless beside them with teary eyes.

You began to cry, feeling helpless. Tsukasa got up, walking towards you. You saw as Mitsuba looked distorted too, but he was still Mitsuba nonetheless.

“No-NO! PLEASE DON’T HURT HER! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST PLEASE—“

A loud “WHAM” shook the room and two boys you could only recognize as Hanako and Kou came crashing down screaming like little girls. Kou was the first to get up, his eyes wandered to your shaking form, but you weren’t crying out of fear of Tsukasa—who he saw standing in-front of you—but when he followed your eyes to where they wandered, he realized why.

“..Mitsuba..?”

(A/N) : Oml, Act I is finished!! My hands are cramping from all the typing and I lost lots of sleep but that’s fine! But busy with French lessons but I still had time for this. This will be proofread and (hopefully) posted as well as the other chapters in Act I, tomorrow evening. Have a good day/evening/afternoon/night, and stay hydrated!! Eat smth too if you haven’t!

#female reader #mitsuba x reader #tbhk mitsuba #x reader #mitsuba sousuke #tbhk #hanako kun #minamoto kou #minamoto teru #saralovesyou writes #jshk mitsuba #mitsuba sousuke x reader #souske mitsuba #tbhk yako #nene yashiro #yokoo shun #tbhk yokoo #satou tbhk #tsukasa yugi #jibaku shoujo hanako kun

[sga-owns-my-soul]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @wonkyelk and @esteefee for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 currently!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

27805! which is insane to me

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rodney McKay Has Worth (and not just for his brain) and Not Dating, but More Than Friends

Names Have Power

The Scientist and The Soldier

Expressions of Love and Trust

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i don't always see comments but i definitely try to respond, even it's just to say thanks for commenting i'm glad you enjoyed it! it means a lot to me when people take time out of their day to not only read my fics, but to also leave a comment. i always appreciate it!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for posted fics, probably Bludgeoned, it's very angsty and ends with an vague insinuation that rodney may or may not survive his latest off-world incident. for fics in general it's definitely my Bad Timeline au wip where nothing happy happens

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ronon Gets Mad at Sheppard, i think. i've got a lot of fics with a happy ending but i'm really proud of this one and how it turned out. it was a bit of a challenge bc i don't write ronon very often but it was really fun to get into his character and i'm happy with how things got wrapped up in that one, i think it's a very cute fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully, no!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yesss i love writing smut 🙏🏼 im honestly surprised at how little smut i have on my ao3 honestly, i don't think i even have a kink fic posted which is my favourite kind of smut to write. i should fix that 🤔 (feel free to send me ideas!!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i have written exactly one crossover in my life, i posted it unfinished on wattpad like a decade ago and it was a bones/one direction crossover where the boys got kidnapped by the gravedigger. i think i wrote like 4 chapters total before i abandoned it 😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and i really hope i never do. i have no issues with people sharing my fics but please don't claim it as your own!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of, but i would be so honoured if someone did!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i'm currently co-writing A Big Project with @the-mushroom-faerie but shhh it's a secret no spoilers

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

this will come as no surprise to anyone but it's mcshep 🥰🥰

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

so i had this idea for a fic about radek visiting rodney everytime he's in the infirmary, and it starts off with like a "hey can you sign off on these things cool thanks bye" but then after the storm he visits him and sees his arm and it progresses to radek getting very sad and stressed every time rodney gets hurt so he visits him in the infirmary. i've written a few scenes for it but it's such a big project that i doubt i'll ever finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very very good at writing angst and sadness, probably bc i am a void of angst and sadness 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

endings i'm so bad at endings i can't write endings for SHIT i feel like most of my endings suck lmao i also cannot do technobabble i'm not smart 😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i only speak my bastard native language so i have to rely on other people or google translate so i very rarely do it, but i think it's so cool when other writers can do it!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhh i don't remember if it was one direction or dan and phil that i first ever wrote for, i wrote for both of them right around the same time

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i really love all the fics i've written, both published and unpublished, but i think my absolute favourite fic i've written was this ficlet i posted here for a kiss prompt between ronon and jennifer (i just think it's so adorable and i love them and the little team dynamic/interaction is so sweet it's just so cute okay i love it)

Tags: @the-mushroom-faerie @spurious @frostysfrenzy @colonelshepparrrrd @frankthesnek and anyone else who wants to!!!

#thanks for the tags friends!!! #these are so fun #always good #tag game #writing #kinda stargate

[midday0nightmares]

24 - through the night.

previous chapter number 4.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

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8:11 pm

You pushed the fluffy covers off and hoped off of the high bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom to wake yourself up. The untouched food was waiting for you, the thoughtful warms your heart. You flipped through the channels looking for something to interest you, settling for a cheap action movie to watch while you ate the cold meal.

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9:42 pm

It’s getting late, guess no fun for you in this trip..

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10:53 pm

Are they seriously staying late and leaving you alone? That’s when you notice that jeno’s bag is gone.. it can’t be, did he leave?

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11:28 pm

You look outside the window, everything I closed, the road is empty.. are they staying out all night? You huff.

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12:17 am 

Maybe you stop waiting and just sleep they are grown ass men, but what If something’s wrong.. you can’t help but to worry.

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01:06 am

You stir awake to the sound of the door peeps announcing someone’s arrival. you sit up on the bed in anticipation, you swallow a knot of anxiety as the door slowly opens, you let go a breathe of relief when you see jaemin’s face, finally.

“Where have you been?” It comes out louder than you intended it to be, your feet taking you closer to him as he walks in, he doesn’t answer you but still gives you a weak smile, his hands stops you before you can wrap yourself around him. he pushes you back deeper into the room. confused, you can see the words hanging off of his lips as he wants to say something, you impatiently wait for him to speak.

Jeno comes behind him, struggling with his suitcase, he drags it to the bathroom.The strange behavior takes your attention away from jaemin, the wheels in your head turns trying to figure what was he doing. Slowly you begin to build a terrifying idea, horror washes over you turning you pale. he drops the suitcase on the floor, its heavy weight makes the ground under your feet shake.. the fine hairs on the back of you neck raises.

your heart was throbbing in your ears, loud and irregular,

“sera” jaemin calls your name,

but you barely hear it, as your mind was clouded with fear, he gently shakes you “listen to me” he tries to calm you, but it’s too late, panic has already setted in.

he tries to pushes you down to sit you on the floor, now that you are standing in the farthest point of the bathroom door, between the bed and the window, but you are frozen in your place, your eyes are transfixed on the suitcase, you can’t stop watching as jeno closes the door.

Plastic, thats all you can hear.. something plastic begin unfolded. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of your stomach, it’s too much for you to withstand, your knees buckle from beneath you collapsing you to the floor.

Tremors take over you, you look at at jaemin through a blurred vision, wanting him to deny what you think is happing, but he doesn’t.

The sharp sound of the suitcase being unzipped echos in the bathroom, he tries to calm you down as your teeth chattered in fear, his hands cup your face “shhh.. here” he take his AirPods case and puts the earbuds in your ears, they connect to his phone “here, listen to music okay? Don’t take them off and don’t move okay?”.

You open your mouth to speak but you choke, irregular shakes take over your hands, you don’t realize you were crying until his thumbs wiped the tears from under your eyes, “stay here” he repeats holding your face to make you look at him “don’t come close to that door” he only lets go after you’ve nod, he plays a song from his playlist and turn the volume to the highest setting, discounting you from the noise surrounding you. he puts the phone in your hands before he gets up and leave to join jeno.

Time dragged through you at an aginzing pace, each minute passed brought you closer to madness, the horror has became a living creature, it crept over your skin like a hungry beast. You sat in the same exact spot for hours, not daring to move. shaking and on the brink of losing your sanity. It didn’t take you long before you  started praying to god to make it stop, but as always, his ears were deff to your prayers.

Hours passed with the same song replaying itself for the thousandth times, the explosive horror that toke over you before has melted into a cold lump of disfigured sadness mixed with sickness, it sat on your heart. The black sky turning blue outside, You were exhausted and worn out.

Jaemin comes into your view, scaring you for a second. You gasp and jump in your place, he shows his open palms to you in non-threatening manner, your eyes scan him for anything, you note that he’s not wearing the same clothes he was the last time you saw him. he crouches down in front of you, the strong stench of bleach coming from him, your stomach twist and you hold down the need to throw up. you scoot away from him in fear, he singles for you to take out the earbuds. He looks at you for a minute, your hand clawed in fists, your eyebrows noted in distress as hot tears fill in your eyes again. he sighs and looks away, that’s when you notice the dark red spot under his ear. the sharp intake of air you made, the way your eyes were struck, staring at his neck, and your tense body, they all screamed to him that he missed a spot. He quickly wipes the spot your eyes were looking at, cursing under his breath when his fingers return red, he gets up and walk away..

The cheerful birds chirping outside contrasted the grim atmosphere in the room, your stiff joints crack as you stand up, you carefully look around the room, scared your eyes may land on something you don’t want to see. But it’s just you and him, the room looks the same, the bathroom door is wide open with jaemin in it washing his hands, it looks like nothing had happened.. clean.

he comes out drying his hands and starts packing his belongs, he avoids your eyes. 

“what the hell jaemin?!” You yell at him, encouraged by jeno’s absence, a heavy sigh leaves him while he keeps his back to you.

“is this what you’ve become now?” Your voice crack as you choke, for some reason you feel betrayed by him. You sit on the edge of the bed, hot tears flow down your face, it’s not until a pained sob breaks free from you that he turns to you.

 “he was a very bad man, look at me..” He stretches his hand to you, 

but you doge his touch “don’t you fucking touch me!” you get away from him “your a criminal and a killer!” Your voice rising as well as your emotions. He takes one step towards you, he towers over you, “keep your voice down” his tone threatening enough to shut you down, but the angry hot breathes that fanned over your face, the jaw muscles that seethed under his skin, and the icy look in his eyes have crushed your newly regained courage. 

You try to clam your cries as you watch his hands picking the items from around the room and throwing then into his bag, not believing what they have done, what they are capable of. shiver ran down your spine at the thought, you bite your bottom lip and look away, you look outside the window trying to distract yourself.

The room’s door opens and jeno walks in, he exchange looks with jaemin and nods his head confirming something to him, something you wish didn’t understand, but unfortunately you do. Unlike jaemin he looks unbothered, normal, absolutely no guilt. you look at him with and you just hate him, you despise him. you force yourself to look away from him.

He points at you, “Why the hell is she crying now?” He asks jaemin, destine evident in his voice. you panic and do your best to tame your cries and wipe your tears, you were scared of him, of his anger, of what he could do to you.

Jaemin throws you a glance as you try to recompose yourself, but the four cold eyes that were starring at you in this particular situation are making it extremely difficult for you not cry. Jaemin shrugs his shoulders and returns to packing. strong wave of hurt hit you when he turned his back to you, it felt like he had given up on you, leaving you for jeno to take care of. 

Jeno on the other hand had his hands on his hips, anger storm rising in his chest, he walks towards you and collapses on yourself in fear, pathetic pleads for forgiveness falling out of your mouth as you cry harder, he grabs your arm and pick you up, his grip threatening to snap your bone into two pieces, you cry in pain but it doesn’t faze him. “Stop crying! You want to gets us caught huh?” He violently shakes you “huh?” He demands an answer, you shake your head denying his accusations “no” your crying getting louder..

“I don’t have time for you and your childish tantrums! cut it out” he shoves you to the wall and turns, he picks the car keys with him and slams the door behind him.

You lean against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks. You were unable to left your head feeling overpowered and too broken, your hands shaking as you gasp for air between the hiccups, yet again pitying yourself.

 Jeamin who was quietly watching, sighs. his feet comes into your view, this time you don’t flinch away when his hand land on your hair and his fingers run through it. he holds your your chin and make you look up at him, his eyes watching the misery floating over your tired features. he tsk and wipes your tears away. you lean into his warm palm, your own hand holds his wrist to keep his in place, you squeeze his arm as a silent plea. he takes you in his chest, his arms wrapping around you, his tight hold reassures you. he keeps you close until you pulled away ready to leave before jeno comes back angrier than before.

You slip into your shoes and put on your jacket, you want to zip it up to keep the clod out but you can’t, you can’t still your freezing fingers enough to do it, his hands take the zipper from your fingers and he zips it up for you, your face heating up as he looks down at you and ruffles your hair. Again, he sighs and takes out his sunglasses and puts them on your face to cover your puffy eyes, you cried too much tonight.

#nct yandere #nct dream #nct mafia #nct imagines #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct reactions #lee jeno #na jaemin #nct blurbs

[haechanokeh]

[teaser] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (general): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark, psychology

you cried your eyes out, face shoved in your pillow and muffling your sobs. you didn't who told you those words, it was mark but he's not the same guy you fell in love with and the guy you said yes with today. your phone was ringing nonstop so you have to turn it off but mark was too eager so he's now in front of your house banging and shouting your name begging you to open the door and talk to him.

what he told you was possible, that they didn't care for you and you have to admit that it stings but his words are not responsible for your vulnerability right now, it was the unknown mark. you didn't like him just because he's kind, it was just one out of the nth god knows the reason why you love him. he made you so special, he was right that he's the only person who cared about you in your class but the unfamiliar mark you saw a couple of hours ago was scary. it gave you goosebumps, you were frightened it's as if anytime he will hurt you.

you heard a hard stomp inside your room and you quickly sat up and surprisingly it was mark inside your room who entered the room through your open window.

"fuck, y/n." he ran into you and pulled you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, this will never happen again." he whispered and caressed your hair. "i will not let lucas and my friends break us, shhh i am truly sorry. you only need me, so don't worry."

your body froze in shock and your heart beating so fast. he's not sorry.

"what..." you whispered in disbelief, you can't understand why he can't understand that he's wrong as well.

"we're okay now right? let's just forget everything, y/n... hmmm?" he looked at your face and looked into your eyes but he saw nothing but unpleasant. he felt rage rushing in his whole system. "what do you want! i already apologize!" he squeezed your jaw.

you were shaking in fear as his loud voice boomed in your room. his nose was flaring, his eyes were dripped with spite, and his chest where heaving. he's so mad at you and you're scared and confused.

that's when you realize, there's something wrong with him.

"m-mark, you're hurting me." you sobbed. mark snapped out of his senses. he quickly removed his hands from you and embraced you.

"I'm sorry." he sincerely said and kissed your cheeks and shove his face against it. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me." he kept on apologizing non-stop. his hands were trembling you could feel it as he was clutching your arms.

"mark? mark?" you panicked. "mark? are you okay?" your fear from him vanished and changed into a concern to him. this is not normal.

you tried to get away from his arms but he's not budging, you stopped wriggling when you heard him whimper.

"don't leave me, can't. i really can't, i will lose myself." he begged like he's close to hopelessness. you gently pushed him to look at his face. your heart was stabbed when you saw how vulnerable he looked.

"mark..." you voice broke, you really don't know what to say because this is your first time to see him like this.

this is why mark never pursues someone or something he likes, he became possessive in fear that it will slip away from him, like his friends' admiration and respects towards him, the trust from his parents, and how they look at him as the perfect son, the people's respect on him because of his kindness and intellect, and his high grades- all of these are his goals and obsession but you're different. he can confidently allow these to get away from him in exchange of not losing you. you become his obsession. mark is aware that he has a problem but doesn't want to admit it and keep on insisting that this is part of his life... when it is not. everything about it is not normal, because when he faces rejection he felt anguish, loss, stress, and anger. there was a point where he tried to consider hurting and taking his life but he was taught that this is a grave sin and again, he felt disappointed that he is thinking of doing a grave sin which added made it worse to his anxiety. 3 years ago, he talked to his psychologist professor and was diagnosed with depression and attachment disorganized anxiety. he only attends one counseling session because he couldn't accept that there's something wrong with him and if people will find out about this he will lose all the respect.

ask him. you were pushing yourself to speak what's wrong? do you have a problem? you want to ask him but you became voiceless.

"mark, i want you to be honest to me okay?" your voice was shaking trying to control it from whimpering and tears rolling on your cheeks. "are you going through... something? do you want to talk about it?"

mark was spacing out while looking into your eyes but inside his head, it was in extreme chaos. he's having a second thoughts on telling that he has anxiety.

"mark, i love you so much but i need to understand you first so i know what to do and to make sure that you're receiving it. can you trust me?" you were convincing him and mark can see it through your eyes.

he gave up.

"i'm a mess." he broke down. mark's voice cracked and tears falling filled with hopelessness. you couldn't bare to see him like this so you pulled him into a passionate but slow kiss which he gladly responds.

you made him sit on your bed and straddle his hips, your hands were on both sides of his face and his hands were on the bed to support his body and your body. both of you where muffling your sobs.

"i was diagnosed depression and disorganized attachment anxiety" he confessed. you have no idea what is disorganized attachment anxiety, but you just understand that he has anxiety and depression, which was shocking.

mark lee, loved by everyone and religious boy have depression? that's when you realize, depression has no favoritism.

"how? you're..."

"when i was a kid, my parents are busy but i felt love every time they praise me and follow their lessons. i needed their praise and validation and i adopted it and became like... that and brought it until i grow up and to school. i never wanted to feel their disappointment and i never wanted to lose the respect of my parents, professors, and classmates but when i met you..." your eyes were locking with him. "you're the only thing i need and for the first time i never cared of losing it i thought i changed but i was wrong, nothing changed. i was just too possessive and obsess of you and when you told me you want to leave me..." his voice broke once again.

"it's going to be the end of me. it's been a long time since i felt rejected and i don't know what to do." he weeps and you felt weak.

mark has been your emotional support with fragile heart, you felt useless. instead of apologizing, you said the 3 words he always and shamelessly tells you.

"i love you." you pecked his lips. "i love you." your kissed it again and repeatedly do it while allowing the tears to fall.

he needs assurance that he is genuinely loved, which he is.

"mark, you are you still going to a psychiatrist?" making sure that he's managing it very well, but he shook his head. he needs help, someone who's more reliable. you hope that the next statement you will tell him will not take it as a bad thing. you rub his cheeks.

"you need to, aren't we pharmacists? aren't we push people to comply and adhere?" you smiled sadly.

"what will they think? my parents will be disappointed and sad at me, they will blame it to themselves, i know them y/n. and the people around me, they will think that i am fragile." you could see how frustrated he was.

"i thought you don't care about them anymore? i thought what matters is me? and what i think is that i love you and will love you more regardless of seeing one." you want to tell him that one day if you will do something wrong he might hurt himself or the people around him but you don't know if it's the right thing to say. this is why he needs to talk to a professional and you also need one because you can talk to them on what is the right thing to do to help mark and support him.

"if i do this you will never leave me?" you felt bad, now mark is now losing trust on you.

"if you do that, i am always right there with you." you kissed his forehead.

"and if i don't?"

"and if you don't..." you rest your forehead against his. "i am always with you."

you stared at each other for a long time sharing tons of emotion and you didn't know when it happened but both of you can't keep your hands to yourself. you're hovering over him touching him everywhere and his hands are all over your back.

you're grinding yourself hard on his pants, both of you panting but your lips never got separated, instead, it gets deeper. you pulled the hem of his pants and boxer. you pushed aside you shorts and sunk down to his length.

"fuck, that was hot." mark coulnd't help but blurt that out. you started to bounce, hands gripping his shoulders. he squeezed your breast underneath your shirt when suddenly the door clicked opened along with a women's gasp.

both of your heads turned towards the door's direction. it was your mom wearing his office uniform, holding a bowl with jaw-dropping in surprise. mark panicked, and so do you. you pulled mark's head and pulled it towards your breast, you want to gatekeep him.

"mom!" you shouted.

"i-i'm sorry I thought you look so down.. ohh..." you actually don't know what she just realized but she's nodding her head like now i get it "you have--"

"mom, get out!" she quickly closed the door.

"just so you know i will be here at 8, but if you want i can come here by 9! you can continue-"

"mom!" she made you feel embarrassed.

"my daughter has a boyfriend! finally!" she squealed as if the pigs finally learned how to fly. your mom thought this day wouldn't come but good lord your mom saw mark's face and at that moment she knew she needs mark's gene in her family tree.

"as much i loved your breast, i love to look at your face more." mark said. you release his head.

"my mom is just like that I'm sorry." you heard your mom honked. mark grinned and you gave him an apologetic look. "are you still in the mood?"

"i'm afraid i'm not anymore." mark chuckled. there's so much going on inside him plus he was slightly concerned what your mom thought of him. your mom caught him making with you but she seemed cool though but it was awkward.

"me too." deep down your blaming your mom.

you went back to class, you can't let mark skip[ another class again. you have to be a good influence. it was awkward but everyone already knows that you're dating, there's no reason to hide it and might just embrace it. mark apologized to the whole class, he didn't tell them his condition but he told them that he's going through something. even though mark still thinks that they are just using him, though at first that's how you perceived them but that really changed, for you it was a genuine friendship, they were so forgiving and i hope one day mark will accept that friendship.

since them, things went good though not perfect. his parents blamed themselves but you told them that that's the reason why mark didn't want to tell it to them, instead of continuing blaming themselves, they will give them all the love and support. mark never missed a session and you never missed going with him also.

and for the first time, you went to their church and the pastor is mark's father. you thought it was going to be like a normal day but...

"mark..." you sighed when he increased the intensity of the vibrator that he slipped while his father preaching. the front seats were occupied while you and mark are the only ones seating at the back.

you're squeezing and rubbing your thighs together, you felt so hot and wet. you badly want to moan, but that will be hard because you felt like once you moan, it will never stop.

"are you calling me love?" mark innocently asked you, he was saying that while putting the vibrator on max. you mouth opened while looking at mark's eyes. mark kept his smile while watching your orgasm face. he's doing unholy inside but worth it. he off the vibrator.

unfortunately all you can hear mark's father but can't understand it. you're still in ecstasy.

"my friends and family, it's not about finding the right person, it is becoming the right person, and if both partners think this way even the wrong shadows will be lighted by understanding. it's like saying i am the right person for the right person. tell this to your partner."

"i am the right person for the right person." mark whispered into your ears.

"hmm? what?" you weakly said. your eyes still closed. mark just chuckled and kissed your forehead.

"nothing." then put the vibrator to max.

"mark!" you screamed and everyone turned their heads towards you. you blood went down to your feet and nervously smile. "i- love your son sir..." you embarrassingly confessed. mark was trying to suppress his laugh while the people around you awed.

"and that's an example of my preach today."

you glared at mark, he just grinned and kiss your love.

"i love you too." he said.

"i want to smack you in the head." you angrily said. he just laughed.

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I’m not going anywhere

Make it Right Series Chapter 19

Jean was the cocky bastard that walked around like he owned the place. Y/N couldn’t stand him so when the time came that you were his sparring partner, you couldn’t wait to teach him a lesson.

Little did the both of you know, that sparring match would be the start of your unexpected relationship with Jean Kirschtein, that will change your life, and the rest of the Scout Regiment forever.

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You ran to the back house of the Scouts HQ, it was abandoned and you and Jean would often sneak off in between training. You sat by the lake at the back of the house and burst into tears.

You knew he'd eventually find you, but you needed time to be alone before he did. Your heart felt like it was breaking—how could you be so stupid? So reckless? You wanted a family of course, but how the world is now, the titans, being trapped inside the walls with so many unanswered questions, and now you're bringing a child into this world?

Also, the thought of not being out there with the rest of the Scouts, you felt like you failed them. They needed you, and you couldn't do anything in your state.

Jean. You felt like you were ruining his life. He felt like he needed to protect everyone, now you added another person to that list. You started to curse at yourself for thinking about your child as a burden—but thinking about all that has happened, all the death—you did not want your child to experience all of that.

as you watched the water flow in front of you, you started wonder what the baby would look like. Would it have your H/C? Jean's golden eyes?

You knew you wanted a family with Jean, but you thought it would be when you were older and when the world was right, and safe.

***

Jean was slumped over the table in their dormitory, he couldn't stop thinking about you and if you were alright. Suddenly, he felt something light his forehead. He looked down to the table and saw a piece of bread. Looking up, he saw Sasha and Connie giggling. "What?" He spat.

"Nothing, you're just so...easy." Sasha giggled and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll be fine." Armin smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was just the flu." Connie stated nonchalantly. Jean knew he was overreacting, but seeing you pale and hurling every morning made him feel helpless in protecting you.

He couldn't help but think it was something worse than the flu and there was something wrong with your health. His father passed from a sickness that doctors couldn't explain, and he was nervous about that happening to you.

Suddenly, Erwin and Levi walk in and the Scouts all scramble to stand to salute. "Kirschtein, outside." Was all Erwin said before leaving with Levi and Jean's heart dropped. The last time he was called by Erwin was when his cousin passed. He looked around at the others and they were all looking at each other, concerned.

Armin gave him a reassuring smile, but Jean could tell he was nervous as well. When Jean left the room, the rest of the cadets began to worry as well.

"I-Is Y/N alright...I was just playing...I thought.." Sasha began to tremble as Connie stared at the floor. "If she's not okay—"

"She's fine." Armin spoke up, trying to sound confident but failing.

As Jean met with Erwin and Levi outside, he was thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to you. Did she have a heart attack? Some kind of disease? He wanted to know...so he could protect you.

"S-sir." Jean mumbled as he joined Erwin and Levi.

"Kirschtein, we have to talk." Levi began. Jean gulped, he felt like his heart was about to fall out of his chest. He looked at Erwin who had a solemn expression, he knew it was about Y/N. "Is it Y/N?"

Levi and Erwin looked at each other and nodded. "I-is she okay? What happened? Where is she? Is she..." all the questions that was swarming in Jean's head suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Is she dead?" Jean finally asked and he felt tears form in the side of his face. Suddenly, Erwin's solemn expression turned to a confused on and Levi was looking at Jean like he was crazy.

"W-what?" Levi asked with an annoyed look on his face. "She's not dead." Erwin stated and began to chuckle at Jean's question.

Jean let out a sigh of relief. The whole day he was imagining the worst things that could have happened to Y/N, knowing she was alive, he thought his ordeal was over. "Thank god." Jean breathed out while his two superiors were still gawking at him over his reaction.

"She's not dead but..." Levi began and looked at Erwin for a signal to continue.

"B-but what..."

"Jean..." Erwin began and Jean held his breath in anticipation. "Y/N is pregnant." Jean thought he misheard Erwin. "What?" he laughed but Levi and Erwin's faces remained the same. "No, that's not—"

"Are you sure?"

"She's been sick am I right? Vomiting every morning?" Erwin began and Jean nodded slowly. "It could be the flu.." Jean began and Levi shook his head.

"The nurse did tests, Jean...she's pregnant." Erwin finished and Jean stumbled back.

"Both of you are still in the Scouts—but she will be left behind on missions." Levi stated but Jean was still processing the information.

From inside, the rest of the Scouts were watching from the window. "I don't get it, he seemed find a few seconds ago...now he seems sad again." Sasha whispered as she chewed on a loaf of bread.

"I'm sure it's nothing, he would have been bawling if something bad happened to Y/N." Armin stated.

"But why does he look like he just saw a ghost?" Connie questioned. "Why don't we just ask him?" Eren said through gritted teeth.

"Not yet, he's still talking to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin." Mikasa answered.

"We'll try to prepare a room for her...and the baby." Levi finished, he seemed uncomfortable with the idea of a baby being in the Scouts HQ. "But, this is just to show you...be careful. What you do can affect people other than yourself, and it just happens to be your child." Levi's final remark caused Jean to break out of his trance, as he watched his superiors leave.

He felt frozen. Like his body wasn't responding to him. He felt like the world just shifted under his feet without realizing it.

He heard footsteps behind him, as he turned, he saw the rest of the Scouts were outside, looking at him cautiously.

"Jean...is Y/N alright?" Armin asked first. Jean remained silent as his friends looked at him with worry, waiting for an answer.

"She's okay, right?" Sasha whispered. Jean looked down, it was no use hiding it, how could you hide something like this.

"Y/N's pregnant."

Sasha dropped her bread, Connie spat out the water he was drinking, Mikasa's eyes grew wide. Armin and Eren just stared at Jean in disbelief.

"WHAT!" Connie shouted after a while, Jean just stared at him and shrugged. He turned away from them and began to walk away, leaving the rest of them dumbfounded.

He didn't know where he was going, he just needed to think. He thought of bringing up a child in this world, where life was uncertain, how was he going to lead his teammates when he would desperately want to survive for his child. Would he return to his selfish self? Would he focus on surviving rather than fighting for humanity to see his child grow up?

He was going to be a father. He was going to have a child. He always wanted this, a quiet, comfortable life in the interiors. But that all changed when he joined the Scouts. He thought he had to let that dream die, but at least he had you.

Y/N. he couldn't imagine what she was feeling. He stopped and closed his eyes. He's been so concerned about himself, when it was you that's experiencing this first-hand.

Jean went to the infirmary, but you were gone, he saw Hange talking to the nurse and he walked up to her.

"Jean..." she began as she saw him. "Where's Y/N?"

"She ran when she found out." She was looking at him with a sad expression, knowing the ordeal he was going through.

Jean began to think, the only place she would go, could go to be alone was the back house, smiling to himself, he left the infirmary and made his way to you.

***

You haven't left your spot by the lake. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had zero control. Even with how the world is, you felt like you knew what you wanted to do. Fight for humanity, make it better for your family, for you, for Jean...now you felt like everything you've ever known about the world has changed. Why did this happen? What were you supposed to do? There was no stopping it, you had to face yourself and the situation.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you, you knew it was Jean. You felt him sit behind you, then strong arms suddenly slide across your waist and pull you closer to his chest.

You couldn't hold it in. You burst out sobbing uncontrollably, your vision began to blur as the tears poured down your face.

Jean releases you for a moment, flips you over so your head rests on his chest. He doesn't say anything, but your somewhat comforted with the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes you in.

"J-jean..." you suddenly speak, face still buried in his chest. "I'm sorry—"

"Shhh." He cuts you off by pulling you closer, which makes you cry even harder. "I'm sorry—"

"Whoa whoa whoa, why are you sorry? This is on both of us." Jean pulls away to look at you. His face saddens at the sight of you, eyes puffy and face flushed from crying.

"W-what am I gonna do..." you begin, not looking at him, but more of asking yourself.

"Wait..what do you mena what are you gonna do?" you look at him confused. "I'm part of this as much as you are." Jean grabs your face and looks at you intently. "You have so much on your plate...you're training to lead a squad you're—"

"So?"

"Jean..." you begin but his face hasn't changed. "it doesn't matter, we're in this together." You've never seen Jean this sure about anything before. Even with leading the Scouts, you could tell he would question himself. Now, he's looking at you with so much assurance that you felt a sense of stability about the situation.

"How could we have done this? Bring a child, into this world...where there's death everywhere...we're trapped here—"

"I don't know." He stated, still looking at you. "I don't know...what we're going to do." He finished. "Jean, I feel like...I let the Scouts down...I feel—"

"Can you stop it?"

"What?" You were confused, you didn't understand how Jean seemed so in control over the situation when you were a complete mess. "Stop saying that it's just you...I'm part of this as much as you are. Stop taking all the guilt, put some on me..." you began to cry again, and Jean shushed you once more. "I know this isn't ideal. We're in this fucked up place, with titans, we're stuck inside this fucking cage, and we...we brought a child into this...we...weren't thinking...we both let the scouts down..." he looked away from you for a moment and you could tell he was beating himself up as well.

"But...it's not just you...it's me too. I feel everything you're feeling..not physically but...you don't have to go through this alone...I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm going to be a good father. You're going to be an amazing mother, I always knew that, and that's all that matters." Jean looked at you and you looked right back at him, at that moment, you felt there was nothing wrong in the world, no titans, no hiding within the walls, just you and Jean. At that moment, despite everything, you felt hopeful for the future, your future with Jean.

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*short chapter this week* for @inukag-week Firsts Prompt

When Mrs. Higurashi heard the sound of the front door open and close, she left the kitchen knowing her daughter would be home around that time. “How was the party Kagome…” She instantly paused once she saw the woman’s bleary red eyes and broken frown. “Kagome? What’s wrong?!”

“The party was great actually…” Kagome’s body slumped as she slid her purse down from her shoulder. “It was a lot of fun hanging out with everyone, I even had a few break throughs which was awesome… and that’s part of the problem… we um—” Tears started streaming down and her hands flew up to cover the sobbing that took over her body.

“Shhh,” Mrs. Higurashi immediately pulled her daughter into a hug. “Let’s sit on the couch and you tell me what happened.”

“Inuyasha a-and I had a f-fight in the car, and it was bad…”

Kagome continued to talk as her mother guided them to the living room, giving her a summarized version of the argument. Once the back of her legs touched the couch she dropped back onto it, unwilling to hold herself up any longer. There were too many pieces of the puzzle still out of reach, and it felt as if all the emotions behind those missing pieces were the reason she was as upset as she was. But that frustration only added to her muddled thoughts, and it was driving her crazy! She was exhausted from all the emotional turmoil.

“What triggered this?” Mrs. Higurashi prompted. “How about we start with that.”

Kagome let out a long exhale and gripped her fingers to her thighs. “A name, an ex-coworker was mentioned at the party, and it brought back a bad memory. This woman was friends with Inuyasha’s ex, and I remembered how they tried to attack me on a lunch break. It’s what got the woman fired from the company.”

“Oh… I remember you telling me about this. Yura, I think was the name.”

“Yeah…” Kagome sighed. “That’s the one. The doctor warned me emotional events will come back faster, but I don’t understand why I still can’t remember Kikyo. I mean, shouldn’t those memories come back faster since they were so upsetting?!” Her hands flailed in frustration. “I got mad at Inuyasha because he argued he wouldn’t have listened before, but really, how can I be so sure either since I can’t remember?! Maybe he would have, and I’d just assumed then, as I assumed today the opposite, which would make me the asshole… but I don’t think so… Ugh!” She buried her face in her hands. “All I know for sure is my heart is breaking…”

Mrs. Higurashi pulled her daughter close to rest against her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her body. “I don’t know why you still can’t remember Kikyo, but sometimes we lock away the most painful memories we have because it’s too hard to think about them. Amnesia or not, it’s a way we protect ourselves from the pain until we’re ready to face it.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” Mrs. Higurashi turned to face her daughter. “I’ve never talked about this before, but when your father died in the accident, I wanted to break down and never get up again. He was the love of my life, and I didn’t know if I could do this by myself. But… your brother was just a baby and you…” she placed a hand on Kagome’s cheek with a small smile. “I realized I had to pull myself together to take care of you two, so I locked those feelings away for years. I didn’t want bring us all down because I couldn’t cope.”

“Wow… I had no idea you’d been in so much pain. I mean I remember how hard it was, but you seemed so strong. Did you eventually deal with it?”

“Eventually.” Mrs. Higurashi smiled. “Watching my children grow up and seeing parts of him in both of you helped remind me he’ll always be with me so by the time I was ready to process his death, it wasn’t as hard anymore. It’s not exactly a similar example to what you’re going through, my point is just that our minds are capable of doing all kinds of things to protect us sometimes.”

“I guess that does make sense. Still doesn’t help me though if my heart feels broken.”

“I know,” Mrs. Higurashi hugged onto her daughter. “That probably has nothing to do with Kikyo.”

“I know…” The tears pooled once again in Kagome’s eyes. She knew it was all about Inuyasha.

“You love him.”

And there it was. Her mother knew it. She knew it. But she’d never said it out loud. “I love this Inuyasha,” the tears spilled at those words.

“But it feels new because for you it’s like it’s the first time.”

Again, her mother’s words echoed what Kagome didn’t want to admit to. But it was true. All these months of being with Inuyasha made her so happy. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever fallen so hard for a guy before… Because in her broken mind, he, this really was the first time. “What am I gonna do mom?”

“The one thing you can’t do is run from it. It’s—”

At that moment, Kagome’s phone pinged with a text message, halting what her mother was saying. Although she had a feeling who it would be, she took the phone out of her purse to check it and sure enough, it was him.

Inuyasha: Im so so sorry Kagome. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have argued with you. You were right. I probably wouldn’t have listened, and I admit I behaved badly. Please forgive me! I cant live without you I love you more than anything else in this world and Im nothing without you.

“I just can’t—” Kagome dropped the phone back into her purse. “Not right now.”

“That’s okay. It’s okay to take some time to process everything, but eventually you will have to make a decision.”

“I know…”

“Oh, my dear girl, the first loves are the hardest to deal with, but you’ll get through this, I promise. He’s probably hurting just as much as you.”

“I know…” Kagome sighed again. “I do believe that.”

Another ping. Another sigh… But Kagome couldn’t stop herself from checking it.

Inuyasha: You’re mad at me. I get that so I’ll give you some space but I just wanna say good night Kagome. I love you -Inu

“I really don’t know what to do mom.”

Mrs. Higurashi wiped the remaining tears from her daughters cheeks. “You will. For now, let’s get you cleaned up. A good night’s rest is a start.”

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Joel x Reader (Home) - Chapter 14

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 TBA

Chapter 14 - You and Joel make up after being distant with each other (warning for smut) and you speak with Ellie sensing the argument between them is affecting their relationship. 

Joel had been crashing on the sofa the past couple nights, he knew you needed your space to process everything, so he didn’t even ask, he just did it. You were lying in the bed you both usually shared with a large empty space beside you still. You thought about Joel setting up a blanket and pillows for the fourth night, before wishing you a “Goodnight” as you had stopped at the bottom of the stairs to watch him. Your hand now reached across the bed wanting to feel the comfort of his body heat or weight of him around the mattress but the pillow was untouched and cold. 

It was late and dark, you could barely see where you were walking as you made your way downstairs. Standing at the bottom of the stairs you call out to him, hoping he hadn’t fallen asleep yet. 

“Joel?” You call his name softly, the way you said it sounded so much nicer than his name had sat in your mouth during your arguments in the past few days. 

“Hmm? Y/N is everything alright?” He asks sleepily, sitting up.

“Yes, come to bed? It’s too cold without you” you put out your hand which he takes silently and follows you back upstairs. 

As Joel gets into bed you stand to the bedside and slowly pull Joel’s shirt you were wearing over your head. You stand there naked infront of Joel only lit by the small amount of moonlight peering through the curtains. Joel sits up and begins to speak, “shhh” you hush him and climb on top of him. He begins to shower your neck and breasts in kisses and your head falls back in response. Joel slowly pushes you forward so as that you’re beneath him with your back laid upon the cool bed. He goes back to were he was kissing you but begins to trail his kisses from your breasts to the navel of your stomach where he stops. Joel holds his hands gently against there before kissing it slowly, the space where your child was growing. “I am sorry, I love you” he whispers against your skin. 

You sits back up and prop yourself on top of him again “I love you too” you say before adjusting him inside of you. You both let out a soft moan as soon as Joel enters you from the pleasure and relief. You shift your body in a gentle motion, you take your time with each other and being gentle with each touch. Joel gently lies you down and lowers his head in-between your legs where he slowly uses his mouth and tongue “God I missed this” he moans before setting his mouth back to work. You go to laugh at his comment but all the escapes your lips is a whimper and Joel picks up the pace of his tongue. He reaches his free hand for yours and you grip it tight as your hips buckle and legs shake with the intensity of the orgasm passing through you from the tip of your toe to the back of your head. 

“You good?” He whispers smiling as he sits back up positing himself. He always enjoyed pleasuring you, sometimes when he smiled like that you thought he enjoyed it more than when he would cum. Not many men were built like that.

All you could do was nod before he slowly adjusted himself within you and as he did it a pleasurable rush and relief washed right over him again, “Jesus Christ” he almost growled his hand reaching for the back of the bed board to hold himself up as you rocked your bodies in a slow motion. Your hand reached up to trace his jawline before pulling him down to kiss you. You could tell he was getting close when he pushed his forehead against yours and his panting became quicker. “Fuck Y/N” he called as his body tensed and went still inside yours. 

Joel collapsed on top of you, your body completely enwrapped in his in every possible way. You had never experienced it like this, when Joel usually came he would pull away from you to avoid any chance of you getting pregnant which you inevitability now already were. You had never pulled each other closer, you’d never looked into his eyes when it happened or felt how intensely his heart was beating against his chest and now against yours too. 

“I like this” you whisper a few moments later and Joel still hadn’t moved or removed himself.

“Hmm?” He says still a bit out of sorts.

“This, you pulling me closer instead of having to pull away and feeling the weight of you around me… it’s comforting” you smile stroking his slightly damp hair. 

Joel laughs and you cant help but join in “Lets not fight again Y/N, I don’t think I could have watched you walk around this house in those tight jeans one more day” he chuckles rolling over to his side of the bed. 

You whip your head round to look at him, its pretty dark but his hazel eyes are clear enough to see.

“Joel it was five days” you roll your eyes at him.

“It was five days too long” he sighs before quickly kissing you on the cheek and cuddling into you.

“Just no more secrets or lies okay?” you whisper in the dark. 

“Okay” he whispers back.

The following morning you both agree to go to Doctor Henry to tell her your decision.

“Well by my guessing with the time of your last period I am guessing you’re about 10 weeks, you’ll be staring to show a bit more from now and in the coming weeks.” She explains slowly. You cant help but look down at your stomach, it was already slightly curved but nothing people would notice. 

“I have an ultrasound hooked up, if you’d like to try listening for the heartbeat today?” Doctor Henry smiles. You had always hated being examined and hated the worn leather chair in the doctors office but when you heard that sound, the chair didn’t seem so bad. You had never heard a baby’s heartbeat before, it sounded a bit like Shimmer galloping across a field to you.

“Should it be going that fast?” You asked a little worried, to which Joel reached for your hand smiling.

“That’s normal baby don’t worry” he reassured you before kissing your hand. 

Two weeks later you and Joel walked out to Ellie’s shed one night to tell her the news. You thought she should know before breaking it to the rest of the family. 

“That’s amazing” she smiled and hugged you tightly. Which she was doing less and less often in her adolescence. She didn’t hug Joel but just awkwardly smiled at him before saying “congrats old man”. You and Joel were heading out when you asked him to go on ahead, you hadn’t wanted to intervene but maybe it was time you did chat with Ellie. 

“Ellie, you got a minute?” You say closing the door behind Joel. 

“Sure” she shrugs. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” You sigh at her but again she just shrugs and answers with a non answer. 

“You know he is as stubborn as they come, about as stubborn as you and he can be emotionally stunted when it comes to expressing himself” you laugh slightly knowing how true it can be.

“but that man loves you Ellie. I have watched your old man fling himself in the way of infected, bloaters and trespassers to keep you safe in the almost two years I have know you, without even thinking about it, he is there. I think he doesn’t realise he is doing the same with patrols and other things that are just a part of life here. I will talk to him about it, you should be out on patrol if that’s what you want?” You ask her

Ellie nods “I do”. 

“Do me a favour though? Don’t forget why he does the things he does, I try not too.” you smile softly at her.

“Okay I’ll try”. 

#tlou #tlou fanfic #tlou part two #the last of us #The Last of Us Part 2 #Joel Miller #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us part 2 fanfic #joel miller fluff #Ellie Williams fanfic #Ellie Williams #tlou jesse

[marrys-dream-world]

if we’re bound to be something, why not together? (chapter nine)

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Notes:  Let's hope I can keep this posting streak up. Thanks for all the support. Day 9: Cinema. @ladynoirjuly

When Ladybug suggested they go to the movies, she saw Chat Noir flinch.

"What? What's wrong?" She frowned. Her partner never passed up an opportunity to spend time with her.

"Are you sure you want to go to the movies?" He asked, carefully. "Don't you remember what happened the last time?"

Ladybug rubbed her arm, flushing. "It wasn't that bad."

"The movie tanked after the news of Ladybug trashing it leaked."

"I tried to take it back!"

"The director prepared a press conference to apologize for offending you with that movie!"

"I said I was sorry!" She said, exasperated, and rolled her eyes when she noticed Chat Noir turning purple from trying to hold back his laughter. "Stop making fun of me!"

"Sorry, my lady, it's just too easy."

"Haha, very funny. So, want to go?"

"I would never turn down a date with my lady." Chat Noir said, smiling teasingly, and she silently scolded her heart for jumping in her chest. "What do you wanna see? The new animated movie about us?"

Her nose scrunched. "I don't think there's even a trailer out yet."

"Really? But I was so sure… maybe I got the dates mixed up." He shrugged. "What, then?"

"There was this school class that got their movie playing in a cinema. How about that?" Ladybug said casually.

Of course she had already seen the movie with her class, Alya on one side and Adrien (!!) on the other, high on the feeling of a production with her designs being played on the big screen. It was great and she had a lot of fun, but she couldn't help wondering what Chat Noir would think, which of her classmates would he get along with and if he would have liked her designs. She couldn't call him over to find out, she knew that, but watching his live reactions wasn't off the table.

"Oh, sure, sounds good." Chat Noir agreed easily. "Last one pays for the popcorn?"

Their race was mostly symbolic, it wasn't like any cinema allowed The Ladybug and Chat Noir to pay for anything in their premises, no matter how much they protested. So when they sat down in the almost empty room, it was with a bag of free popcorn and soft drinks of their choice. Chat even got a free bag of licorice for working his charm on the female attendant.

"What can I do about it, my lady?" He said, popping on into his mouth. It stained his lips red. "I'm irresistible."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Ladybug grumbled, munching on her popcorn. "The movie is about to start, so shhhhh."

Chat Noir was a quiet watcher, he just hummed and gasped appropriately at the right times. He smiles a lot during the movie, even in moments of monotony between plot points, so he must have been enjoying that a lot. She found herself staring more at him than at the movie.

It's because I already watched it. She told herself. The light playing patterns on her partner being mesmerizing had nothing to do with it, surely. Just that.  

It was by the end, when Zoé's character was convincing Mylene's that balance must be kept that she noticed his eyes getting moist.

"Everything okay?" Ladybug whispered to Chat Noir.

He nodded, running his right arm against his eyes.

"That line about destruction being as important as creation was… different." He said and even though his voice was quiet, it rang through her.

"It was a good one. They're right." She said, taking his hand and squeezing it lightly. "Creation would be nothing without destruction."

"You think so?" Chat Noir asked, voice small.

"I know so." She said firmly. He seemed content with the answer, turning his eyes back to the movie.

Ladybug forced herself to do the same, not letting go of his hand at all. When the movie ended, they stared at the credits in silence.

"Sooo, did you like it?" She asked, trying to hide how eager she was to know.

His eyes lit up. "It was great! The production was amazing and the actresses were really good."

"Oh, wanna know a secret?" Ladybug whispered, leaning in his space. Predictably, he nodded eagerly. "You know the creation actress, Zoé? She 's Vesperia!"

"No way!" Chat Noir exclaimed, jaw dropping.

"Shhh, not so loud." She said, waving her hands. "But yeah, she was around and someone I trust said she's a good person. Zoé wanted to help her sister, so it made sense to choose her."

"That's why I thought she was Queen Bee when we met, I thought it was just the glamour messing with me!" He chuckled, followed by the light in his eyes dimming. "That's great, my lady."

"Are you sure? You don't look like you think so." Ladybug pointed out. "Did you think Vesperia was a bad choice? I thought she did fine."

"No, no, Vesperia did pretty well, especially since it was her first try." Chat Noir said, sounding sincere. "It's something else, Bug. I would rather not talk about it."

"Okay, then." She agreed, filing away the information for later. "You know, it's the first time in a while that I managed to finish a movie in the cinema, I missed it."

"I don't really come here much, last time I kinda watched a movie with a friend."

"Ohh, anyone I know?" Ladybug teased, sure he was talking about their disastrous movie session before she revealed herself to Alya.

"Oh, it's just the friend I told you about, Sallie." Chat Noir said, instantly cheering up as he mentioned her name.

"That 's nice." She said, stomping down on the sudden rage that bubbled in her chest. Is it possible to hate someone she didn't even know the real name of? "What did you watch?"

"An indie movie called Solitude." He said fondly as her mind came to a stop.

"What? Wasn't there only one showing of it a few months back?!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"I went there with a friend too!" At that, he gasped. "I can't believe we were in the same room." Without the masks , she didn’t say.

"Do you think we saw each other? There weren't a lot of people."

"I… don't know. I wasn't paying attention." Ladybug said, searching her memories for a grinning boy, probably flirting (ugh) with a giggling girl.

"Not paying attention? Why were you so distracted, my lady?" He teased, giddy. "Were you on a date?"

"Ugh, I wish." She sighed lovingly, regretting it as his face fell. "Chaton, I didn't-"

"It 's fine, really." He said, smile strained. "Was it the other boy, the one you came with?"

Ladybug nodded hesitantly and he took his eyes of her to stare ahead.

"I wish I had seen you that day." Chat Noir said softly.

"Me too, Chaton." She agreed, squeezing the clawed hand in hers, unwilling to let go.

#ladynoirjuly #ladynoirjuly2021 #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml fic #my stuff #if we're bound to be something why not together

[princessjungeun]

Overnight Sensation: Chungha x Reader

hii! can i request a chungha scenario where her s/o debuts as a soloist that blows up over night?

Your debut stage was in a few hours and you couldn’t believe it. The nerves were getting to you more than ever, you couldn’t eat anything and you only got sleep because your girlfriend forced you to take a sleep aid. As excited as you were, you were also scared something would happen last minute. As every idol knows, nothing is final until you’re on that debut stage. It doesn’t matter if the song is recorded, music video filmed, or social media announcements made. Absolutely nothing means your debut is secured until you are onstage performing.

You felt a hand on your back, “come on babe, get dressed we have to go.” Chungha stood in front of you, dressed like a lazy college student. An oversized t shirt that was definitely yours, a pair of sweatpants, and sneakers. Her hair was in a messy bun with her glasses were sliding off her nose, and a mask covering half her face.

You asked her “why so early? My manager said she’d come get me at 9...it’s 7.” She responded “just trust me, let’s go let’s go!” You sighed and gave in knowing she was probably right. After all she’d already debuted, two times at that.

Sure enough, Chungha was right. Leaving earlier was better because the venue of your debut stage was farther than your manager though. You ended up getting there around 10 am, your managers were just going to meet you there.

You debut stage started at 7 pm but you had to run through multiple dance rehearsals, a sound check, interview prep, photo prep, makeup, hair, and your own personal vocal and dance warm ups. In addition to this you also wanted to check in with your dancers making sure they were fine as well. They were all trainees as well as a few professionals mixed in, but more importantly they were your friends too.

Your girlfriend walked with you to your large dressing room. She set down the gigantic bag that was in her hand. You asked “Jagi what is all of this?” She responded “your weighted heated blanket, your favorite snacks, a lot of water, extra clothes for when you’re done, your massage ball, slides, and pain killers.” You sat down and put on your slides as she handed them over, taking your sneakers in return.

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As soon as your team got to the venue, all hell broke loose. You had people running around left and right shouting in Korean, Japanese, and English. You’d already done three dance rehearsals without your costume on, and two with it on. Your feet were killing you and your body ached, and it was only 11 am.

The first sound check was terrible, and you just wanted to go home and go back to sleep. As you danced your IEMs flew out and you couldn’t hear anything, making it hard to perform. You tried your best but had to redo it two more times.

Coming back to the room Chungha saw your discouraged face. She waved off your team who immediately were ready to point you to another task. “Baby whats wrong?” She asked you, her voice full of concern.

In that moment everything just became too much and you broke down in tears. Chungha immediately pulled you into a corner and shooed everyone else away. Holding you in her arms she did her best to calm you down. “Shhh baby it’s ok just breathe and tell me what’s wrong. It’s ok I’m right here. I’ll fix it just tell me the problem” She calmly spoke to you while running circles on your back.

Once your tears subsided you told her “this is too much...I can’t. My custom in ears haven’t come yet so i’m using ones that are too big and they keep coming out while i’m dancing. I’m so tired and my body hurts so much. I don’t even know what i’m doing...why did I want this?”

Your girlfriend’s heart broke upon hearing you, but she knew exactly what to say. “Jagiya look at me” She pushed your head up with her thumb. “You have worked so hard for this. Day and night, for years. You’ve watched your friends debut and you want the same thing, it’s right here all you have to do is just go through with it. I know you can do it ok?” You nodded and she kissed you gently on the lips.

She continued “and I’ll get you time to sleep ok? I just need you to get through about ten more minutes then you can sleep. And i’ll have them tape your in ears so they don’t fall out ok? Every problem has a solution Jagi, it’s gonna be fine.” She kissed you again and got up to talk to your managers.

When she csme back she told you “ok you have 90 minutes to yourself ok? Now lay down and let me massage your legs and back ok?” You let her do as she said and you definitely were starting to feel better. She gave you a few pain killers as well to help with your body aches. Then she laid down with you and pulled you into her arms. You tugged the blanket out of the gigantic bag she brought you earlier, and laid it over you. Within minutes you were sleeping soundly against your girlfriend.

When you woke up Chungha’s arms were still wrapped around you. She kissed the top of your head and said “feel better my love?” You nodded and she said “ok good, you have to get changed again and your makeup done.”

Your stylist gave you your outfit and helped you change into it quickly. The hair stylist didn’t take long with your hair but makeup was different. Your makeup artist was in fact a perfectionist so she took a little extra time paying attention to details.

After preparing for interview questions and pictures, you were able to sit down and relax for a few minutes before you had to go onstage. Chungha attached your mic pack onto your back and made sure your IEMs were securely taped so they couldn’t fall out.

Before heading to perform she pulled you aside, she knew you were nervous and trying to cover it up. “Hey don’t be nervous jagi, you’ll do amazing ok?” She could still read doubt all over your face “Y/N. You have worked so hard for this. Go and enjoy it ok? Smile for me, you’re prettiest when you smile.” She kissed you lips softly before pushing you away towards the stage.

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After several hours your debut showcase was finally over. It went extremely well and you were really happy with how everything turned out. As you ran off stage your entire team applauded you and cheered. You felt relieved but you knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter of your life.

You thanked your team and took pictures with your dancers so you could post on SNS later, but right now all you wanted to do was sleep

You ran into Chungha’s arms and she held you close. She kissed you all over your face, telling you how well you did and how beautiful you look. She went to help you change and pack up so you two could go home.

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As soon as you make it to your bedroom you collapse onto your bed. Chungha helped you get undressed and into the shower, while she set up the bed so you can sleep. She also took time to scroll through SNS to see what people are saying, so far it’s overwhelmingly positive.

When you came back from the shower she patted the bed and you didn’t hesitate to climb in. She kissed you softly before getting up to quickly brush her teeth and do skincare. When she returned you sleepily smiled to her.

“Whats gotten into you?” She poked you playfully. You responded “i have the most beautiful girlfriend ever...” She laughed and pushed your shoulder lightly “oh stop it you big cheeseball. You’re tired and goofy.”

This time she was the one curling into your body. She whispered “i’m so proud of you Y/N, just wait until tomorrow. Your name will be everywhere.” You replied “goodnight baby i love you, thank you for everything today.” She responded “always.”

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When you woke up the next morning Chungha was still asleep, her soft snores filling the room. You picked up your phone and saw you had over 100 notifications. Your manager had been texting you for a few hours, friends, family, everyone you knew was telling you to look up your name online.

You hoped to dear god that it was nothing bad but upon reading the first headline you were relieved. Headline after headline, article after article, post after post, everything was extremely positive.

You woke up your girlfriend and she sleepily looked at your phone. She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand on her side and looked again. Her eyes widened and she threw herself on top of you.

“Oh baby i’m so proud of you! Wow oh my gosh!” She happily shouted. You couldn’t believe your music video had millions of views already, your debut showcase was one of the most watched in soloist history, let alone 4th gen history.

Chungha let you lay back in her arms as she played with your hair. “So...hows it feel to be an overnight sensation?” She asked you curiously with a smile. You felt your cheeks warm up and you laughed “really good...it feels amazing.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #chungha imagines #chungha scenarios #kim chungha

[catracorner962]

9 Lives of Catra Applesauce Meow Meow Ch. 8 Corridors

Burned a life to save Glimmer.

*This chapter gets graphic please be warned!*

“Do what I ask of you,” Horde Prime commanded. Catra’s heart hammered against her chest, her eyes darting towards where Hordak...the new clone...whoever he was, stood vacantly before them. She shivered. Green light reflecting off of Prime’s white robes. The clones moaned and groveled in their sick revelry.

He’s got you cornered….you pledged your allegiance to him, her mind raced with self-accusation. She’d gotten herself into this mess. Backed herself into this corner through her usual lies and attempts to survive. If Hordak couldn’t please him…..how can I possibly? 

“Don’t pretend you're any better off than I am here,” Glimmer’s words rang through her ears. She winced, stupid princess was right. Catra swallowed, her throat dry. She looked up at him. Searching for any sign of a way out, any card she could play, any tool she could use. Nothing. Prime’s eyes, alight with that sickly glow only stared at her, pleased with the way she was squirming under his gaze.  She cleared her throat, running her hands through her hair in an attempt to press it down.

“Yes, Horde Prime.” He smiled, revealing pointed fangs, pleased.

“Go in now in peace.”

Catra managed a curt bow, and forced herself to walk from the chamber.

I’ll talk to Glimmer, but if she says anything about Adora I won’t….I can’t...no I’ll...I’ll figure something out. I always find a way. Whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes, her chest clenched. The bruises and scars along her body ached in an echo of exactly what it had taken to stick around this long. To hold her station. To get to where she’d gotten.

How many lives have I burned through? Five...no more than that. Eight? That many? They all ran together in her mind. The pain of each time jumbled and confused. Catra shook her head, now sprinting down the corridors, as far away from the pool as possible.

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“You want me to talk to her or not? Trust me, I need cake.”

The clone cocked its head, confused. Catra snarled, tail flicking.

“All these ships and you don’t have a kitchen? What do you eat? Green goo? You want me to talk to the Princess. I need to get her to trust me. Now get me some cake that resembles whatever they’d have on Brightmoon and let me do Horde Prime’s will.” Her stomach churned at the words, she swallowed down bile. The clone nodded.

“We will get you what you ask Little Sister. Horde Prime knows all.”

Catra rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

“Hurry up.”

The clone’s empty eyes looked over her for a moment and she fought the urge to scratch him. Does he know…? Can he really see all? If he really had such omnipotence he would for sure see the doubt and indecision that ate away at Catra’s core. The self-loathing and hatred. Toward Prime himself, toward SheRa, toward the Horde, all of it.  But she was here now, whatever things she had done to get her were in the past. There was no going back.

I can’t just undo….

“Here you are Little Sister,” Catra snapped back to attention at the clone who handed her a small box. She lifted the flap, looking at the pretty pink cake inside. She nodded, turning on her heel and making her way to Glimmer’s cell. She could feel the clone tracing her steps close behind her, causing her fur to stand on end.

I’m running on borrowed time here. Ever since we were beamed up.

They navigated the hallways, and she made sure to purposely make several wrong turns.

As if I don’t know exactly where Glimmer’s being kept.

As if she hadn’t been sneaking there all this time. If only to see a familiar face.

Someone who’s almost done just as bad as I have, some deep part of herself whispered. Just didn’t expect it to be the Queen of Brightmoon herself.

They arrived at the cell, the clone reaching forward to press its palm against the green barrier. Catra’s eyes narrowed, watching the hand remain there until a green diamond appeared, sending the rest of the barrier fading away to allow entrance.

“Give us some privacy?”

“Of course Sister, Prime sees all.”

The wall of green materialized gain, leaving the two of them.  

“What’s with the babysitter?” Glimmer asked, her tone more casual and easy than Catra expected.

“Here,” she held the box out in front of her. Glimmer looked at the cake, bewildered. “It’s the dumb food you wanted.”

Wow she’s just as bad as Adora, the idiot.

“You know?! From your perfect day or whatever.” A crimson blush rose to Catra’s cheeks.

“I remember,” Glimmer pipped up, looking at her with wide eyes and a smile...not twisted with sarcasm or chagrin to match Catra’s own but...a sweet smile, a kind smile. Catra kept her head turned, starting at the floor. 

“I just….thanks,” Glimmer finished her voice shaking a little.

You’re welcome.

“Don’t go thinking I actually care about you,” because I don’t! I do not! “I’m supposed to talk to you, so eat the stupid cake and then answer my questions,” she handed the box to Glimmer who took it, still looking wide eyed at her, for some sort of answer. Catra’s ears flicked, listening for the clone outside.

It’s still there….fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.

What am I going to do?

Get the information from Glimmer. Horde Prime will be proud of you. You could rise above Hordak. Maybe, if you do this, if you continue to do as Prime says. Maybe.

No….no matter what you do he’ll get rid of you like Glimmer said. And Glimmer….she...she..

Sweat dripped down Catra’s temple, curving along the line of her mask.

“What’s going on?” Glimmer’s voice trembled, delicately.

“Shhh, don’t say anything,” Catra turned from the door, back towards the princess, taking Glimmer’s hand in both her own. “Just look at me,” she whispered, walking backward to the farthest point of the cell. Glimmer backed up, finally sitting on the large bed. “An old First One’s ship left Etheria’s atmosphere a few days ago,” Catra knelt on the ground before her, squeezing her hands.

Not for the first time….when you fought her before. When you died, she was holding you when you died. She was holding your hand.  When you came back again, she held your hand. It grounded you. She doesn’t want to hurt you either. You asked her to kill you...and she still didn’t do it. She had every reason to. You killed her mother, Catra’s stomach threatened to empty, looking into those purple grey eyes.

“Prime cannot track it, what do you know about it?”

Glimmer gasped, tightening her grip on Catra’s hand. The cake clattered to the ground on the floor.

“Adora’s on that ship,” Catra’s voice hitched. “Isn’t she?!” She stood, letting go of Glimmer.

“You can’t tell him!” The princess seized her arm, trying to pull her back, “You know what he’ll do to her if he catches her!”

Catra’s ears folded against her skull, face flushing.

She’s right. He’ll do to Adora what he did to Hordak….

She tightened her fist in indignation, yanking it out of Glimmer’s clammy grasp.

“Adora’s on her way here, she’s coming for you! I don’t have to do anything! I just have to let it happen!”

She turned to go, fury in her chest, her tail lashing behind her.

“And you think Prime will reward you?!” Glimmer leapt in front of her, fists balled. “As soon as you’re no longer useful to him he’ll get rid of you in a second!”

Of all Catra’s skill, her  enduring willful ignorance to inevitable truth was the strongest.

“I always find a way out!” She growled, moving forward. Glimmer  grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her backward .

“So you’re just going to run away?! To...to what?!” The princess begged, her eyes rimming with tears of anger. “If Prime captures Adora he can use the Heart of Etheria to wipe out the whole universe! Is that what you want?!”

Catra’s eyes widened, her mouth opened to offer a smart rebuke but nothing came.

What do you want Catra? A question she had met with violence and deception, and blind ignorance, not with an answer.

The princess’s gloved grip  brought her back to reality, tightening around her hand. Tears now pressed at her eyes.

“Catra! Please! Do one good thing in your life!”

There was trust in those eyes. Trust in a better part of herself, trust that there was a better part of herself. A secret heart in her that wanted to save, or at least prevent the destruction of their planet. An appeal to her better half. A hope that a better half existed. Glimmer. Who had gone behind her own friend’s back herself to try and activate the heart. Glimmer who tried to fix it. Who was still trying. Her fingers gently stroked across Catra’s gloved hands, her whole body shaking.

Catra sucked a breath, threatening to let out a quiet whimper.

I...I’ve never done a good thing in my life. Not for Adora...or Scorpia...or for anyone. If Prime wipes out Etheria...Adora will be dead. Everything will be obliterated. The Fright Zone, Brightmoon, the Princesses and the Horde.. Adora and I….we wanted to rule Etheria, not destroy it.  Not destroy it.

The only thing you’ve ever been good at is destroying those you love. Destroying other people’s happiness and hope. Destroying yourself.

“Argh,” She swiped her arm away from Glimmer’s hands once more, shaking, squeezing her eyes shut. If only to get away from the princess’s beseeching look. “Don’t talk to me like you know me!” She cried, 

“You don’t know anything about me!” Catra pounded her fists against the green barrier.

“Hey! Let me out!”

She took off as soon as it dissolved, trying to run as fast as she could, away from Glimmer’s despondent sobs.

---

Catra’s claws wracked down the hall, Horde Prime’s hollow words running through her mind:

“You will be raised up above the other wretched creatures of your home world. Is that not what you want?”

What do you want?

Adora….

Always Adora. It always had been, it always would be.

Catra stopped in her tracks. Staring at the reflective wall, her own forlorn sleep deprived face looking back at her.

This is all I’ve ever been. All I will ever be.

She drew a heavy breath, her chest hurting to even move. Thought’s roving,

Adora and me playing...running through the industrial halls. Laughing even though there was no reason to laugh. Playing and fighting and play fighting.

She could see it clear as day, their squealing laughter, her heart skipped in her chest, blood thrumming through her ears. Her and Adora rolling around on the ground, she would almost always pin the other girl down, laughing. Hands on Adora’s round little shoulders. Catra’s eyes widened, picturing it as if her childhood broken as it was, appeared before her.

It wasn’t all bad. There were good things, there was Adora.

Just Adora.

Not SheRa...not Adora who left but Adora my friend.

“I’m always gonna be your friend,” the sunlit voice of her friend sounded clear as a bell.

Catra’s face fell, staring down the corridor picturing little Adora. Barely enough blonde hair to stay in a ponytail, her large blue eyes, missing front teeth, round face. Her tail flicked back and forth with indecision.

“I’m always gonna be your friend.”

It’s too late….I’ve done too much, I haven't done enough...but I can do one good thing. Glimmer was wrong...you were wrong you sweet, sweet idiot. There’s no better part of me. It doesn’t matter what I want. I don’t matter.

Catra took a deep breath, face going tight, she set her jaw, ears going flat.

I don’t matter. But they do. Adora does.

One good thing.

She bit her tongue, tail now lashing. Catra unleashed her claws, and sprinted towards Glimmer’s cell.

---

“It’s nothing personal, Hordak,” Catra grunted, sliding her claws into the port at the base of the clone’s neck. His eyes faded as sparks flew. Going from green to white. She grunted, heaving him upward, holding his arm aloft.

“I’m coming in!”

Without waiting for an answer she held his hand up to the green barrier, waiting for it to fall away. Glimmer lowered her arms, the shard of a chair leg held in her grip, ready to attack.

“Wh...what are you?”

Catra dropped the clone,

“I….I wanna do that one good thing in my life,” She breathed. “Like you said.” She held out her hand to Glimmer, on a chance, on a wish.  “So...come with me…?”

Glimmer’s eyes widened, her whole form shaking. Catra watched her glance at the fallen clone, then to Catra’s outstretched hand.

She took it, holding tightly. Catra allowed a small smile to flit across her face. Glimmer returned her cautious friendly expression.

I can do one good thing. If it’s the last thing I do. Let it be good.

Catra adjusted her grip, careful to keep her claws from shredding Glimmer’s gloves, then pulled her along.

---

Catra held Glimmer’s arm in a death grip, as much to quell her own pounding chest as to move her forward. Pushing her towards the launch pad. The princess stumbled forward, only to be blocked by a sheer energy barrier. Catra ran to the console, the alarms blaring in her ears.

“What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” Catra glowered, fingers scattering across the controls. 

“I’m getting you out of here.”  She typed fast, watching the doors on either side of the room slide shut. 

“Good, that should hold them.”

Not for long, but long enough.

“What are you….? Are you saving me?”

Glimmer asked, timid from where she stood. Catra tapped the keys, trying to send a transmission to the incoming Etherian ship.

“Not you,” she lied. “Adora. Even if I send her a message to stay away she’d still come for you. That’s just how she is.”

Stupid heroic Adora who would throw herself into harm’s way for her friends.

Clones moaned, shrieked, their claws pressing and scratching against the grinding metal doors, prying them apart. Catra’s heart sped furiously.

“W...what about you?!” Glimmer’s voice cracked with concern Catra could only hope was genuine.

“Me?” She stared at her hands, her claws. Claws that had cut and sliced. She bit her tongue. Words that had hurled insults, spat lies, weaved deception.  “All I do is hurt people,” she whispered, shaking her head. Then, spoke the truth: 

“there’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me.”  

Double Trouble was right. You’ve driven them all away.

“Adora?!” Catra asked, eyes frantically darting to the doors where the clones were nearly breaking through.

“Catra?!”

She bit back a smirk at the familiar voice. Even through the static of the transmission.

“Don’t sound so happy to hear me. I’m sending Glimmer to you.”

One good thing. Do one good thing with what’s left with your lives.

If Catra was going to die, as she suspected she would now that the clones had barged through the doors and were rushing to attack her, then she was going to do so not for Horde Prime, or Shadow Weaver or for her own twisted power games, she was going to die doing something for Adora. For someone else. It was the only thing she could do. The one good thing.

“Wait, wait, wait Glimmer is with you?!” Adora’s strained voice panicked in confusion.

“Aaaarhhh!” The clones pourned in, arms ready to subdue her.

“We don’t have time! You need to get to these coordinates now!” She typed furiously, “don’t come here! No matter what!”  She lashed out, punching the first on coming clone in the face. “Horde Prime is coming for you! Arrgh!” Catra kneed another clone in the gut.

“Catra I don’t understand What is….?”

She screeched, two clones pulling her from her feet, their impossibly strong arms slamming her into the wall. Catra squirmed, tears now fully streaming.

“Adora! I’m sorry!” She clenched her fists, trying to yank it free of the clone’s grip. 

“Uuughhh, for everything!”

Catra threw herself forward, arm outstretched, sliding the controls upward. The green barrier around Glimmer began to vibrate. A clone fisted its hand into Catra’s wild hair, twisting it tight and jerking her head back. Three more clones grabbed at her. Too many arms and legs gripping all over her body, their weight crushing her against the control panel.

“Aaaah!”

“Catr…” Glimmer screamed, her body being pulled upward.

“Glimme….go!”

The clones worked her like a puppet,  her head bent backward, neck threatening to snap. A force beyond her control and resistance gripped the top of her head, clawing into her scalp. Her face went flying forward, temple hitting against the corner of the control console.

A defining crack, something released like a pressure valve. Catra’s vision blurred, ears ringing.  A dizzying lethargy shrouded her mind. She tried to open her mouth, to bite and snarl but nothing happened. The clone grabbing her skull lifted her crushed face from the corner and brought it down again. This time, Catra tasted blood in her mouth, hot and metallic and thick. Dark hair matted with torn flesh, she tried to twist away but couldn’t, her thoughts becoming more scattered, her body going more limp with each slam against the edge of the table.

Glimmer….

A….adora..

I….

CRACK

..a...am...

CRACK

...s..so...sorr

CRACK!!!

Her body flailed, twitching, eyes blinking  rapidly, unable to focus. Something wet and globules stuck to her face, mixed with sweat and blood. A warm foul wetness trickled down her legs. The clones brandished her head against the table once more. Her vision went dark. They pressed and crushed against her, holding her captive, bludgeoning her head into the corner but she’d already defied them. She already made her choice.

I did it….

The ghost of a smile, blood ran between her broken teeth.

One good thin

…ssss…..ckk….kaCK...s...shh

Catra died for the eight time.

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If You Want To Get Warm You Must Stand Near The Fire (Parts 8 & 9)

Warnings: Angst (most of it mine :P)

Very Important Note: I have been staring at this for hours and days. I hate, hate, hate, writing sex scenes. I just feel so awkward doing it, and I hate it, because I want Hope and Guy to make beautiful love :( If anyone wants to write them for me, I will be grateful, give you credit, send you puppies, or whatever else you ask. For now, after spending hours reading other people’s erotica trying to breathe some life to my fossilised imagination, I’m just going ahead and posting this. I’m not tagging anyone this time, because frankly I’m too embarrassed and cross at myself that I can’t even do this in the privacy of my own mind. If you think it’s not completely cringe worthy, throw me a comment or a reblog. I promise I’ll try to get over myself and tag people next time. Ok you’ve all been encouraging nd lovely so I will stop being a giant infant and tag people for this too. Thanks, and sorry if I seemed to be high maintenance compliment-fishing!

After that day, Hope was amazed to see a side to Guy that she never expected. That night he showed up in her bedroom, smiling like the cat that got the cream; she moved to make space for him and he spent the night draped over her, much to the disgust of Falkor, who had been displaced to the foot of the bed. He did the same again the next night, and the next, and it quickly became a routine.

During the day they would potter along companionably, Guy slowly exploring and learning more about how everything worked. Hope had imagined that he would have a hard time with a lot of modern concepts and inventions, but to her surprise and relief, Guy was stoically accepting of most things. It seemed like, once he had fixed in his mind the fact that this was the year 2020, he just expected that a lot of things would not make sense. Guy, thought Hope, was the most practical man she’d ever met. He was far from unintelligent, but surrounded with all this newness, he didn’t bother with the how and why -he just methodically collected every new skill she showed him and moved on to the next one.

She also discovered that he had a really dry sense of humour, when he let himself show it. He had this habit of looking up for a reaction when he made a joke -Guy was a man who liked an audience, Hope was realising.

He never offered her any words of affection during the days, although in unspoken ways he was behaving very differently than he had before.

From being stiff and distant he became surprisingly tactile, always touching her back, running a hand down her arms, breathing in her ear... Then, every evening, they got in the same bed, had sex, and slept holding each other through the night.

It was a fragile equilibrium, and Hope was finding herself holding her breath. She was very aware that things couldn’t stay like this for too long. One way or another, Guy would have to move on soon.

Chapter 9

One evening, Hope was sitting up in bed with Guy’s head on her lap. She was ostensibly reading a book, but in reality kept peering over the top at his eyelashes casting a shadow on his pale cheeks, his long nose, his thin, clever lips. He was drowsy, looking relaxed, but his fingers kept dancing just under the hem of her shirt.

I’m getting too attached... she thought to herself.

He’s not some stray you can adopt, Poppet, Gran’s voice was in her head again, spelling out her thoughts like she had when she was alive. Hope sighed, and closed her book.

“Guy?”

“Mmmmm?”

“Sing me a song...”

“Mmm.” His fingers travelling higher, playing with her breast. “There are better ways to pass the time.”

“Come on, sing me a song!”

Amused, she flicked his nose, and he glared at her.

“I’m not a minstrel!”

“And I’m not Freddie Mercury, but you still got me to sing.”

“Ah, but that was for your own good.”

“So is this. I’m getting bored, I might leave in a minute,” she teased him.

“I don’t know any songs,” Guy groaned, then gave up when Hope pretended to be getting up.

“Paura pichona,

Perqué plorar?

Lo niu d'ironda

Va s'envolar.

Paura pichona,

Cal pas plorar,

Ambe l'aureta

Lo niu vendrà.

Paura pichona,

Consòla-te,

Lo niu d'ironda

Tornarà ben.”

“That’s lovely,” breathed Hope. “What is it?”

Guy blinked. “It’s a lullaby,” he said, “my mother used to sing it. I didn’t think I’d remember it.”

“What language is that?”

“Occitan. My mother was French.”

“Tell me about your life, before,” Hoped asked him, and Guy was torn. On the one hand, having someone want to get to know him better was a very nice feeling, and not one he was accustomed to. On the other hand he really didn’t feel like going back, even just in his mind. What good could possibly come from it? Everything he had worked for all these years was gone, and all that was left was the taint.

He compromised by shrugging and keeping it short. “Not much to tell. I worked for the Sheriff for years, ran things for him. I was...” (Feared? Loathed?) “...respected,” was what he settled on.

“Do you want to go back?” Hope hated how needy she sounded, but she couldn’t help herself. Don’t go back...

Guy shook his head. “No. Things got... bad. There’s nothing left for me there.” There really isn’t, he thought bitterly. All these years of putting up with Vaisey’s whims and humiliations, all the bits of himself he had had to amputate and shed in the process of rebuilding the Gisborne name and fortune, and there was nothing to show for it all.

“No... family?”

“No.” None to speak of...

Guy had had enough of these questions, now. What difference did it make, picking at the past like a scab? He had lost everything and had to start from scratch before, and, although he would never have chosen it, it appeared he had to do the same again. So be it. Guy was surprised to find the thought didn’t bother him as much as it should have. All the ambition that drove him for so many years had been burnt away, turned to ashes in the blaze that was Marian’s death, and in its place a need for revenge had grown like a twisted, blackened tree that had survived a forest fire. But now, after being away for just a few days, his appetite for revenge had left him. Let Isabella have Nottingham, let Hood have Sherwood. They could kill each other, for all he cared, he was done. I want to stay here... With Hope, Guy realised. Why not? He liked being around her, she had the means to help him, and she responded to him in a way that was very... flattering. She sure as hell was a better choice of someone to throw his lot in with, than Vaisey had been, Guy knew.

No one would accuse him of having a poet’s soul, but Hope reminded him of the sun-drenched fields in France. She reminded him of the Earth. She was generous, and nurturing, and warm, and vast, and heavy, and, Guy thought, she grounded him.

“Your turn,” he said, changing the subject. “And none of those songs about the men you killed.”

Hope giggled. “I’ve told you, that was Freddie Mercury. We’ve got to do something about your musical education.”

“Now seems a good time to start!”

“Right, ok...” Hope scrunched her forehead, trying to think of a song. “I know, this is one my dad used to sing to me when I was a teenager and got in a strop.

#In the crazy world

Anything can happen

If you will it to

I'm just a hazy girl

Blurring all the edges

Only seeing blue

It's a wild hope

A wild hope

A wild hope

Everything will be alright.”

“Wild Hope, hmmm?” Guy murmured against her neck. “I’d like to hear more about that...”

Guy is back in Locksley, about to get married.

“Are you married, Thornton?”

“I was. She died, years ago.”

“Did your wife... understand you?”

“I’d like to think so, yes.” The old servant’s kindly face twists into a mocking parody of itself. “We were both human, you see. So we could understand each other. No one understands you... because there is no humanity left in you, is there, Gisborne? No heart... Just the howling void.

Don’t look inside you Gisborne. You know what they say happens, when you look into the abyss... It looks back.”

Thornton’s face twists again, morphing into Vaisey.

“Lepers, Gisborne... You were always running after lepers. I wonder why that is, hmmm? Could it be -rot calling to rot? Like father, like son, eh?”

Maggots are squirming out of Vaisey’s eyes now, he smiles widely and his jeweled tooth winks at Guy. “My boy...” The Sheriff leans close, his carrion breath stroking Guy’s face like a promise. “I made you. I know you...”

“Nooooo...”

“What is it, Guy?” It’s Marian’s voice, and he opens his eyes and sees her smiling, looking down at him. “It’s just a nightmare, it’s not real.” She strokes his forehead with her cool fingers, and pulls up the blankets, tucking him in.

“It’s not real, none of it was ever real, you stupid boy... Only the sand, the sand is real and it gets COLD, Guy, I’m COLD, it’s COLD where you sent me.”

And the floor turns to sand, the bed turns to sand, it’s in Guy’s mouth, in his nostrils, and everything goes dark.

“Paura pichona,

Consòla-te,

Lo niu d'ironda

Tornarà ben.”

“Mother? I destroyed everything, mother...”

“Shhhh, Fiéu mèus. It’s fine. Nothing is destroyed, just changing. Lo niu tornarà ben, remember.

Look, the door is open. Go out in the sun for a bit, it will do you good.”

# It’s a wild hope,

A wild hope,#

“-everyone deserves to be loved-“

#A wild hope,

Everything will be alright.#

Hope started awake in the middle of the night. Guy was kicking her, tangled in the covers, obviously having a nightmare. She reached over to turn the bedside light on, intending to wake him up, but then he suddenly sat up, calling out her name.

“Hope!”

“Shhh... I’m here.”

Before Hope could ask what was wrong, Guy was on her like a starving man, kissing her desperately, cupping her breasts, pressing against her like he was trying to bury his whole self inside her. He was holding her so tightly that it was almost hurting her, but Hope couldn’t bring herself to care. Something had changed. Guy’s teeth and tongue were all over her, and Hope could feel him tremble. She had never realised how much he held back every other time she’d been with him. Instinctively, she put her hands on his face and kissed him back, keeping her eyes on his. She just felt like, more than anything else, he needed to be seen..

Guy pulled his head back and looked at her. His pupils were so dilated that his blue eyes looked almost black.

“Tell me you want to be with me,” he begged.

“I want to be with you.”

He moaned and reached between her legs, pulled her underwear aside and pushed inside her.

“Say it again.”

“I want to - Oh! - I want to be with you. I want you to stay with me. Guy! I love you...”

He rained kisses all over her face, thrusting, and it was all over so quickly; but that felt right, too. She stroked his face and kissed him, and Guy stared at her, lost for words.

“Hope... You deserve to be loved. I don’t know that there’s enough good left in me to do that.”

She kissed him again, and spoke his words back to him. “Hush. I know it’s hard. But it hurts more if you fight it.”

Notes:

*The Occitan lullaby is this one: https://www.mamalisa.com/?t=es&p=3877

Can’t say I’m sure how old it is, but I’m sure Ghislaine would have sung something similar.

*The song Hope sings is Wild Hope, by Mandy Moore.

*Fiéu mèus: my son

Lo niu tornarà ben: The nest will come back again.

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