#i still cannot figure out what’s wrong with my gifs

[suguae]

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

next part ->

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Omg I just saw that u write for atsv!! So I was wondering if u could do one with a female reader x hobie where the readers quite reserved to everyone in public (maybe she’d been a spidey longer so she’s lost more people? Idk why she’d be reserved bc I cannot write for shot lmao) and people think she’s super cold but then they like?? Walk in, and she’s like open and warm with Hobie (it doesn’t matter if she’s loud or not) and they kinda just look at the scene in shock like wtf and Pav is sort of smug bc he knew all along and then it comes out that they’re dating?

It Sounds Nice coming from You.

Hobie Brown x Fem!Spidey Reader

“I totally called it.” “Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

kisses him cause he my bf (-compulsive liar)

People whispered about you. Spider people and the general public alike. Your city spreading gossip, rumours and misinformation to try and figure out who you were, but that was a Spiderwoman affair, every one of them dealt with it.

But having people same as you talk in hushed tones, glancing at you as you walked past. That’s a new kind of feeling.

The Spider Society didn’t exactly favour you, per se. There was nothing inherently wrong with you either, so no reason to get rid of you. But you were just so silent. No one knew a thing about you.

You mostly kept to yourself around base, never really trying too hard to make friends, you were well known enough not to be questioned. A loyal fighter was what you were recognised for, not your personality, your abilities.

There were still some people that managed to creep their way in though, their hearts so full of love, you didn’t know how to refuse them.

So you conceded. You let them in, and begged to any deity that would listen not to take them from you.

—

Hobie knew you as someone who could listen. Who understood him rather than challenged his beliefs. Not that he had any, but that was the point.

Your lack of input made him feel accepted in going on tangents of why he thought the way he did. And you just sat, and listened. A kind heart and an open mind.

Which eventually led to him falling for that kind heart. Tripping over his own feet to please your silent self. To get those small smiles or amused huffs out of you.

The occasional time you spoke to him, under hushed breaths and fond tones. God, he couldn’t take it.

The way your accent forms over each and every word, how your voice was akin to honey malt, sweet and addicting. Only giving him small doses, but he was the only one who got those doses. Only him, and you, and the words you spoke or times you listened.

He knows that people thought you were cold, or unloving. And maybe you were at first, maybe he thought you were. But he figured you out fast. Where you couldn’t talk, you could touch. Brushing your hands over his arm to get his attention. Linking your hand through his and dragging him away from people you don’t want to be near, he would smile down at you and follow along like a lost puppy. How your brows would crease a certain way, or nose would scrunch a little when you found distaste in things. He was a fool for you.

Where you lacked in verbal communication, you strived in every other category. So when some Spider-people decided to come to him, urging him for answers about you.

Telling him that he wasn’t sure you even wanted to be here—, Hobie would shut down the conversation quicker than thought to be possible. Giving a simple “She’s just quiet.”, and ditching the moment the words are out of his mouth.

It’d worked—, for a while. Ignoring the demeaning or conspiratorial comments made about you by spider-people a-kind. But eventually it got the better of him. Having him borderline snarl at the people who would talk shit right in front of his, or your, face.

“She’s silent, ain’t she?”

“Yeah. Peter 48 said she was like that ‘cause she killed her parents, made ‘er real quiet.”

“Jesus christ. Wouldn’t surprise me, she’s a freak.”

“Dude—“ One of the two spiders, the first one, turned to Hobie. Spider-senses ringing. Hobie stated back at them, deadpan and unblinking. “Don’t.”

The younger spider paled, quickly trying to backtrack.

“Hey— Hobie. I— Didn’t mean it. Was just repeating what I heard, ykno—“

“Cut it, mate.”

He squeaked, head tilting down in respect, the other spider following.

“Stop spreading shit rumours like ‘at. It ain’t fun when you’re the subject. ‘S it?”

“No.”

“Mm.”

Hobie walked past them smoothly, brushing shoulders with the kid just to scare him a little more. When he was far enough away, he heard them start to whisper to one another. “Fuck man, that was close. He could tell Miguel, and then we’d be out.”

“Jesus..”

He felt rather accomplished that day.

—

It was days later where you were brought up around him again. He’d been texting you, the upper half of his body hanging from Miguel’s platform, his wicks shifting every time he moved.

Miguel and Lyla were talking amongst themselves, clicking through holograms and sorting things out for potential anomalies.

Jess, Pavitr and Gwen had walked into the room chatting, Pav and Gwen expressing their excitement rather loudly.

He glanced up at them from his phone, you were still typing.

immm gonna b homein ten just be patient >:(

I’m patient 🦑

u werent 2 seconds ago

I don’t subscribe to consistency.

Or this slandering talk

ur consistently lame

also why squid

I’m never lame. Also, he’s cute

hes not real

Don’t do this me

reeeeeal tasty tho

What is wrong with you.

numnnum crunchhhh crrcchhh numnum ( > _ <)

Inhumane.

mmmmmm yummyyyy

He can’t die, he’s immortal

The ‘Texting’ bubble popped up on his screen.

“Hey, Hobie!”

Pavitr was running up to him, looking from his lowered position below the elevated platform.

He slipped further down the platform, slumping slowly as he greeted Pavitr upside down.

“Pav, my guy!”

Pavitr bounced on the balls of his feet, smiling wide at his friend.

“What’chu doing up there?”

His eyes darted to Miguel and Lyla, ending their conversation.

Smirking, he whispered to Hobie, “With the grump.”

Hobie snickered, gaining a disapproving look from Jess.

“Textin’ [Name].”

Just then, the next message from you showed.

immortal ??? how consistent of him to live

He grinned, typing back quickly while Pavitr eyed him knowingly.

He’s a squid, he’s more fluid than anything

ihu

terrivle joke

No, you don’t

And it was great

wtvr >:P

Hobie grabbed the ledge of the platform and swung down, landing softly in front of Pavitr and pocketed his phone.

“Glad ya ‘ere. Those two can’t keep it quiet, aye?” He said, pointing back towards Lyla and Miguel.

“They do argue very often.”

“Nah, Lyla don’t argue, mate. Just the hardass.”

Pavitr snorted and Hobie softly punched his stomach in jest, earning one from Pav to the chest, and starting a round of playful punching. Pavitr laughed as Hobie brought him into a headlock, scrunching his fist over the shorter man’s hair and rubbing it in.

They let up when they heard Lyla teasing Miguel for something again, giggling to each other at his expense.

He threw an arm over his fluffy haired friend and leaned his weight on him. Pav smiled up at him once more, brighter now. Before he could speak, Gwen’s voice echoed through the barren room.

“Same reason as you, I’m guessing.”

Hobie turned his head towards her, dropping himself off Pav and standing up straight again. Smiling at her as she reached him, and went in to hug her briefly. When they disconnected, he spoke again.

“Yeah—, No clue then, mini-punk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Neither big bad has said nothin’ to me yet.”

“Seriously, are we going to skip over that?”

“Maybe they’re waiting until [Name] is here!” Pavitr chimed in.

“What does mini-punk even mean!”

“Not exactly, Pavitr.”

Jess, who now was standing next to Miguel, spoke.

The trio turned to face the two elder spider-people.

“Huh?”

“We wanted to have a discussion with the three of you—.” Miguel put his hands on his hips, authority that Hobie only saw as a challenge emanating from his figure.

“—Away from [Name], she’s already been consulted.”

Hobies eyes narrowed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly shifting to something a lot less unfriendly, and a lot more cautious.

Jess caught wind of the younger man’s tense stature and shuffled forward a step, not unwilling to intervene.

“Nothing too bad, just—,” He paused for a moment, the dense light from the reflective floors making the contours of his face pop.

Hobie watched with batted breath, posture only slightly relaxing from the statement. The crease in his brows begging to be drawn, yet his pokerface was something to be beat.

“,—Addressing her.. lack of communication.”

A shiver raked down the brit’s body, physically restraining himself from chewing this man out with a rebuttal.

“Wha’ ‘bout it?”

His gruff voice was a stark indicator of his annoyance.

“Well, ignoring the rumours following her—,”

Hobie, the usually rather sensical man, was getting more agitated by the minute.

“,—We’ve noticed a certain independence that she holds. Something not many others do.”

The punk quirked a brow.

“So?” Gwen was the one to talk now.

“That doesn’t seem very serious, ‘f you ask me.” She laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. Something Pavitr seemed a tad scared to do. There was a lot of competition in the air right now, he wasn’t very competitive.

“Exactly, it’s not.”

Jess cut in, seeing how terribly Miguel started this conversation made her cringe.

“It’s not—, but,” She shook her head, hair falling prettily with every move. “,Her ‘independence’, has been more akin to ‘lack of teamwork’. In some cases.”

Gwen started to speak again, her eyebrows furrowed, just as Hobies now were. He was right about brewing with offence.

“So!—,” Jess cut her off before she could begin.

“So there’s no need for her to have distractions anymore. From now on, she will not be going on team missions. Just solo’s.”

“Wha—! You’re cutting her off?!”

“Gwen, it’s not like that.”

“Like hell it isnt! She’s a part of us!”

“Doesn’t this mean she’s going to be in more danger?” Pavitr spoke up, concerned.

“No— well, not unless—,”

“Unless!? You’ve gotta’ be kidding!” Gwen choked out.

“And what does ‘consulted’ mean! Did she agree to this?!—“

They continued to argue, Gwen and Pavitr advocating for your teamwork skills while Miguel and Jess had made up their mind.

“No communication,” He pinched the bridge of his nose “,Fuck off.” Hobie scoffed under his breath, turning to leave and storming out.

The voices of Miguel, Jess and his friends following him through the portal to you.

—

“You agreed to this?”

lIts not like they’re wrong, I just hold you all back.”

He huffed, exasperated. Not only were you putting yourself in danger, you were doing it alone. And letting some guy who has a borderline vendetta against teens be the call for it.

“Now, you know that’s not tr—“

His stern voice was cut off by the frown on your face quivering. A due sign of you nearing to cry.

“Oh, shit— C’mon dollface, c’mere.”

He sat down on your shared bed, scooting against the headboard and bringing you into his lap. A soothing hand ran over your back as you tried to reel in your embarrassment.

“I really didn’t mean to agree.”

Hobie sighed, pushing your head into his neck and watching how the rings adorning his fingers rose goosebumps in their path. “I know, sweet’eart.”

And he did know, the moment that it had been a meeting addressed solely with just Jess and Miguel, he knew that Peter had been excluded for a reason. That Miles had been sent after an anomaly as an unknowing distraction for Peter to chase after. He knew those two intimidated you. And the fear of parental disappointment was something they used on you—, young, sweet you. That only ever got hurt because she didn’t want her problems to hurt others, or herself.

You had opened up to him once. Told him what everyone twisted when they whispered sickening words. A story unlike the rumours crowding your reputation.

How no, you hadn’t killed your parents, or siblings, or whatever messed up thing people claimed of you.

You told him how you hadn’t been bitten yet. How, when your family was killed, you hadn’t had any powers. So you couldn’t save them. And it wasn’t even canon. Nothing could’ve stopped them from dying, but it didn’t have to happen. And that was the guilt that weighed on you. How no matter the hardships your parents put you through, a kid neglected of attention. You still would rather die a million times for them to live once.

And it’s all “would”, and never “can”.

Other spider-people don’t have to live with the fact their parents died for nothing. Was what you said. A messed up thought, no doubt. And one you felt guilty for. But the sole continuer of this sorrow-filled silence. Which has worked well enough to protect you so far, why is Hobie one to break that?

Because you love him, you guess.

His hands slid further down your back, resting on the curve of your waist in his lap.

His breathing soothed yours. The shuddering breaths you had been giving to stop your tears, also stopped.

“You wanna talk about your day instead, luv?”

“Yeah, thank you Hobie.”

“Love when you say my name, Babydoll. So pretty and sweet like that.”

Wrapping your hands around his lithe waist, you hummed. Beginning your recount of the day in the honeyed, reserved tone you’d always held.

—

Around half an hour had passed with Gwen arguing against Miguel before Peter showed up, Moles in tow.

“What’s all this about?” His slippers flopped when he walked and the baby carrier strapped to his chest shifted every time a sleeping MayDay squirmed to get comfortable.

“This—, This asshole!”

“Gwen.” Jess chastised her.

Gwen ignored it, pointing at Miguel accusingly. “—Kicked [Name] off the team!”

“Not kicked.”

“You said she wasn’t going with us anymore.”

Miles looked offended by the prospect. “Why?”

“She’s not kicked, she’s simply better off solo.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault then!”

“Gwendolyne.”

“All of you, stop.”

Peters voice ended the bickering, having learnt since fatherhood exactly how to use said voice. “We are not sending an 18 year old on solo mission against anomalies.”

“Since when did you have a say—“

“Miguel. You’re an idiot if you think i’m going to let that happen. That’s a kid.”

“She’s an adult.”

“When it’s convenient to you.”

Miguel pinched his nose bridge, growling under his breath. Jess spared a glance at him before wincing and backing down from the conversation.

“She doesn’t talk to people.”

“I’m sure she does, just not to you.” Gwen cut in.

“Yeah, her and Hobie talk a lot.” Miles prepped up on his toes. Pavitr smiled and hummed an agreement.

“Not that I’ve seen.”

Peter gave him another disapproving look. “Disregarding that. The fact you decided to not consult me on this decision is another reason that it’s not happening.”

“Consult? Like some council, please.” Miguel scoffed at him, rolling his eyes and turning to open a holographic tab.

“Yes, like some council. Someone’s gotta be the brains ‘round here.” The father joked, coddling MayDay as she cooed.

“I’m going to go inform [Name] the retraction of this decision.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oops too late, portals open.”

“Can I come with?” Miles jogged after Peter, hopping quickly through the portal, Peter, Gwen and Pavitr following. Not without Gwen flipping Miguel off as she went. “We’ll sort something out, she can go duos with Hobie.” Jess put a hand on his shoulder, watching as he stared off to where the portal had previously been with a sided expression before sighing.

“Yeah..”

“That went great.” Lyla dragged, popping up on Miguel’s shoulder.

“I’m a second away from shutting you off.”

The AI blew a raspberry at her companion, and disappeared.

—

He had went off on a tangent about some movie he saw, or song he’d heard. Hobie honestly couldn’t remember, he was too focused on you. The way your voice sounded, how open you were being with him when every now and then you would respond to him. The hearts in his eyes were probably from how heavy his own was beating. Staring at you like a sinner to a prophet.

You had moved down from his lap, now curled against his side, head leaning on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest. At some point, the movie you had been watching before Hobie showed up was unpaused, and serving as background noise for his quiet rambling.

Both of you pressed under a blanket to beat the cold, and the darkness outside your window being killed off by the lights strung across your room. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this cozy, this utterly comfortable.

Sparks of colour strung out of nowhere, neither of them really seeing it at first, up until it spat out Miles. He stumbled forward a little and went to greet you before taking on the scene. You and Hobie cuddled up on a bed, blanket wrapped around you both, fire going, people singing. He was exaggerating the last parts, but it felt necessary for something so unexpected.

“Hey—, guys.” The awkward teen managed, before Peter walked through the portal with the other two in tow.

“Woah, no mean to interrupt.”

Peter put his hands up in surrender. Hobie snorted, it wasn’t like you were incapable of affection, It just seems he was the only one who got it.

“I totally called it.”

“Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

He pouted, before giggling and waltzing over to sit next to the both of you. Flopping down on the bed and turning to watch the TV.

“Oh my god, I love this movie!”

“Favourite character?” You inquired. A collective raise of eyebrows was shown throughout the room.

Gwen shuffling over to sit down as well, a baffled look on her face.

“The horse.”

“Pff- Max?” Hobie snorted at Pav. Giving the still rather confused Miles - Peter duo a reassuring smile. And greeting Gwen with a fist bump, she smiled wearily at him before her smirk filled out and she punched his arm in congrats.

Pavitr nodded and laughed, gasping excitedly when the scene on the lake showed up. “Perfect timing.”

You glanced up at Hobie, Miles and Peter finding somewhere to sit as well, talking quietly amongst themselves.

He smiled at you, bringing you in closer while Pavitr sat smug.

The air of confusion slowly dissipated into something accepting, none but Pavitr had really expected you to be so.. Open. But they came to find they didn’t exactly mind it.

—

Everyone had left by now, the knowledge that you didn’t have to go on dangerous missions alone anymore leaving Hobie satisfied and you comforted.

“You doin’ right, babe?”

“Yeah, Hobes.”

You gripped his shirt a tad tighter and yawned, eyes drifting more shut as the minutes ticked down. “Wanna go t’ bed?”

“We’re in bed, dummy.”

He shot you a playful look.

“Don’ ge’ smart with me, young lady.”

You smiled at him before he made the decision to shuffle you both down in bed to get comfortable, switching off the lights by the outlet. He moved back to you, letting his whole body rest near yours, and letting you initiate any contact wanted.

A leg wrapped around his, and your arm still picking the fabric of his shirt.

“Sleep, sweethear’.”

“Mhmmph.”

Hobies breathe lulled you to sleep, white noise against your racing thoughts. He watched you fall, your trust in him to keep you safe was enough to make a man weak. He smiled, looking out your shared window at the city life below.

No crime, no anomaly or misshaped villain could possibly drag him away from you.

—

BAMBAMBAM 🦑‼️

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I miss Kaveh sm :(( so can i req kaveh with a reader who is inexperienced and is too nervous to ask something during their session?? (Bonus points if reader gets flustered easily)

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ♡︎

this is my first ever reqs, i'm so excited!! thank you anon <33 i haven't yet met kaveh in game (i swear i explored fontaine and sumeru i just never got around to doing his story quest, or maybe i just didn't really notice him in the archon quest??), but all the more reason to do it!! he's such a cutie, i love him (and his relationship with alhaitham👀) so muchh

tags: kaveh, female! reader, smut, loss of virginity, first time, teasing

-> your first time with kaveh, who knows very well how flustered he makes you, and uses that to his advantage ♡︎

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

he had planned this for so long, and now it was finally happening. kaveh was going to fuck you.

he knew just how badly you wanted this - and how badly you couldn't say it. his sweet girlfriend, although the pride and joy of the akademiya, was always so sweet, so deliciously flustered and shy. you couldn't just voice your needs to him!

but kaveh wasn't dumb, in fact, it was quite the opposite. he very well noticed how you would squirm on his lap when the two of you would make out in his studio, how you'd softly sigh whenever his hands would accidentally brush your more sensitive spots, how you'd fiddle with your fingers nervously when you ask him for something so chaste and simple as a small kiss.

so, he took the matters into his own hands.

he basically bribed al haitham to get lost for a few hours, and have the place all to himself. the scribe very much so obliged, not very keen on hearing what goes on in kaveh's bedroom.

it wasn't as if you were uncomfortable under the blonde; he was your boyfriend, after all! even your vast vocabulary didn't have a word quite perfect enough to describe how you felt under him - flustered, perhaps?

"what's wrong, love?" he chirped as he kissed you, his chest discarded of the signature white shirt and his sunshine strands ruffled. his figure isn't particularly large and he is quite a lean man, yet you still felt quite intimidated as you were laid on his soft covers under him, your head nestled on the pillow against the headboard.

"n-nothing, kaveh, i just.." you just wanted more. more kisses, more touches, more love, more of him. all of him. yet, it felt too embarrassing to ask.

"you just, what?" he asks sweetly, a smug smile on his face. he knew exactly what you wanted, yet he very much enjoyed teasing the life out of you.

you mumble something into your chin, lowering your gaze and hiding your flushed face in his shoulder. the architect chuckles, kissing the tip of your ear softly.

"i cannot believe akademiya's most prized researcher is too nervous to ask her boyfriend for something..." he breathes out a soft laugh, "go on, baby. you know i'll do anything you ask. it's okay, y/n, it's just me"

just him? just the most handsome, most adorable, most butterfly-inducing scholar you've ever met?

"i.. um.." you stutter all over your words as you try to voice your wishes. "could you..?"

"i could most certainly" he grins widely, one hand soothing your side. "but i must say, i'm not quite sure what you mean, baby"

oh, how mean he was being, making you say all you wanted when he knew how embarrassed and shy you were!

only in his briefs, the architect slowly parts your soft thighs and nestles himself in between them, his growing erection coming in contact with your wettened panties.

"is this what you want, my love, heh? do you want me to take you? is that what you're trying to ask for, y/n?"

your face turns 50 shades darker and your voice seems to stop working as he asks such a lewd and suggestive question. the tips of your ears and your chest are burning with your blush, hot blood running straight to your head. you cover your face with your palms in an attempt to hide yourself from his very amused gaze.

you were a dignified researcher, someone known to not get lost in emotion and use their head to make logical conclusions to your studies. you have always been praised for your natural leadership skills, never being too proud or too shy to voice anything your research needed.

kaveh seemed to completely destroy all of that, reducing you to a blushing, flustered mess under him.

he didn't yet push your pretty, green panties aside and sink into you, and you were already flustered beyond belief!

"i.. i have never done this, before.." you admit, afraid your inexperience will turn the blonde away. instead, kaveh smiles softly, continuing to very slowly and very carefully grind onto you.

"heh, not a problem, love. i'll show you, hm? you just need to trust me and tell me what feels good. can you do that?"

you bite your lip to suppress a moan, nodding slowly.

one of his hands travels down your body, touching you as if you were made of the finest silk, finally slipping between your legs and coming in contact with the little piece of underwear you wore. he began to slowly rub circles on you through the panties, making shivers run down your back.

"mmph, kaveh.." a groan left your lips as he slowly teased you, his clothed member still snuggly placed between your plushy tighs.

"what do you want, love?"

your cheeks heat up to what seems to compare to the fires of natlan, your words betraying you. you can't help but nuzzle your face in his chest as he continues to rub all the right places, teasing you softly.

"kaveh, baby, please"

you beg for the slow and torturious ritual to finally be over, but deep in your heart you know it won't be - not until you tell him what you desire.

"please what, love? you need to tell me what you'd like so i can give it to you"

no words leave your mouth, too flustered to even speak. his hot gaze and even hotter touches and archons, his pretty face - it was all too much for you. entirely and utterly too much.

"don't be embarassed, baby. i just want to hear you say what you need. i promise i won't tease you more, i just want you comfortable" he reassures oh so sweetly, pressing a slight kiss to your forehead.

"want you, kaveh.." you slowly and very hesitantly say, "want you inside"

it's like a switch has been flipped in him, immediately descarding you off your underwear and leaving your pretty folds bare. his underwear is next, and soon, his tip is pressing into your wanting opening.

you moan out from the pleasure as he slowly thrusts, making sure to keep his pace slow and warm at first.

"mh, faster, please.." you softly beg into his ear, afraid that you'll get far to embarassed if you say those words any louder. however, kaveh chooses not to torture you and obeys your wish with a moan of his own.

unlike you, he's very vocal in bed, a complete stranger to shame.

"ahh, shit, love! feels so good, feels heavenly! you are, you are heaven sent, you know that, love? mhh, baby, so good!" he whines almost as his pace quickens, bringing a hand down to your sweet bundle of nerves.

"tell me what you need, y/n.. fuck, baby, ask for what you need!" he almost begs you to say those words, his crimson eyes full of desperation.

"i.. i need to come-! please, kaveh!" the moan you give him is a bit louder, experimenting how the words feel on your tounge. strangely, it isn't so shameful to ask something of him any longer.

he gives you what you need, blabbing and ranting through his own mutters and moans about how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how good you feel around him. soon, he's reaching his own high, almost not being able to pull out in time as his head fills with pure euphoria.

as you two cuddle after, you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, and softly breathe: "kaveh?"

"yes, love?"

"could you next time.. do it in me?"

those words hit him like a pan across his head (and trust me, he knows what that feels like - he lives with al haitham, after all), as his dick almost instantly gets hard again. he pounces on top of you, a soft glimmer of lust in his eyes.

"your wish is my command"

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[kaeichi]

love is in the air.

. . . and maybe that's why mikage reo can view the world with such clouded, pink-hued vision, and why nagi seishiro cannot breathe at all.

series. nagi + reader + reo. gn! reader. reader likes guys. bestfriend! nagi. valentines/white day. highschool setting. swearing. humor. fluff & angst.

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⊹ 02 : radiant [wc: 4.6k]

TWO YEARS AGO

“ah…found you, finally.” 

nagi huffs out, slightly out of breath as he leans against the railing of the staircase on the fourth floor. what a damn hassle, making him expend such excessive effort like this—it all could've been easily prevented if you just replied to his text asking you about his whereabouts. he figures your phone must've died, because there's no way you wouldn't have noticed his 7 texts of wya? in a row.

“been tryin’ to look everywhere f’you. next time, can you just tell…” he trails off once he steps closer and realizes you're not alone.

“seriously? him again?” your boyfriend len scowls, directing his caustic gaze at the topic of interest, who has conveniently decided to show up at the right moment.

except nothing about this is right at all. 

there's no good explanation as to why you feel your heart plummet. your best friend, your only trusted companion whose mere presence incites a familiar sense of comfort and an effortless, breezy smile from you; when you're with him, you don’t have to think much about the reasoning behind why he has that sort of ability, or why it feels like you're right at home whenever you're with him.

you just somehow know. and that's how it has always been.

being with nagi is supposed to be easy, calming, and freeing, even—so why is there a heavy pressure weighing down on you all of a sudden? despite everything, why has he suddenly become the last person you want to see right now?

“seishiro?” apprehensively, you ask, “what are you doing here?”

“i just came to get you. like usual.” while there's nothing wrong with what nagi says, you still inadvertently wince, hesitating to meet either male's eyes as an unpleasant feeling brews in your gut.

“yeah, but i told you i was gonna be with my boyfriend…”

here’s the thing: it's not like nagi doesn't know you have one. 

when you first told him about it, he thought it was a joke (a hilarious one, at that). he thought it might've been one of your delusions again, and in typical nagi seishiro fashion he only spared you a fleeting glance with heavy-lidded eyes and a congratulations, i guess in the most listless tone. and when you told him to go on ahead because you wouldn't walk home with him today, he failed to take it seriously once more, thinking it was one of your weird ‘loyalty pranks’ to see if he would actually go and leave you behind.

but when he didn't feel the usual tug on his shoulder, or your arm resting against the top of his dozing head to wake him up at the end of the class, he thought there was something slightly off. when he looked around and saw no trace of you around the classroom or even around the front of the school, he thought there was something really wrong.

nagi’s starting to find this stupid joke less and less funny.

could all of the previous days (or has it already been weeks?) you’ve been talking about this mysterious nobody be true? he should’ve paid more attention. so, yes—it's not like he doesn't know you have one, he just had a rather hard time believing it (though he doesn't know it's due to the fact that you are you, or because maybe he's just in denial about it).

what annoying, annoying jest. when did this so-called “relationship” even have the time to blossom? 

“oh…did you?” the white-haired male’s voice doesn't come out as smooth as he’d like. he scratches his neck, feeling it a bit clogged for whatever reason. he's glad he's not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, because even if his voice betrays him, he can at least keep his expression neutral. “well, i’m here now, and i don't wanna walk home alone. i kinda forgot the way back, so i need your help—”

“seishiro!” you hiss, your voice clipped and bordering on desperate; a warning, one that goes right over nagi’s head.

“you know what?” a peeved voice cuts in—len’s, whose patience has worn thin. he has had enough of nagi demanding your attention that was supposed to be reserved for him. if you can’t even keep your eyes solely on your boyfriend, then you might as well be a good-for-nothing cheat. “forget this. i don’t think we’d ever work out if this continues.”

“w-what? wait, huh?” as your face crumbles, nagi is unable to grasp why he feels a faint throb in his chest at the sight. “let's talk about thi—”

“right, let's talk about it, hm?” when you finally meet len’s eyes, you’re barely able to recognize your boyfriend at this point, his taunting sneer morphing his face into someone completely different. is this really the kind, alluring lover that you fell for? “be with me, or cut off this… this nagi kid?”

“what? where did this come from? you can't just suddenly make me choose—”

“and there's your answer.” he scoffs, slapping your hand away that's unconsciously reaching out to him before turning around to leave. in a few rigid strides, he's gone, and you're left staring blankly at the space where he just was.

it is nagi who breaks the silence after a few moments. “…guess this wasn't a good time, huh?” nagi sighs, gripping the strap of his backpack tighter as you remain frozen. “well, at least we can go home now.”

“nagi.”

confusion clouding all over his face, he slightly perks up at your somber tone, a hint of unease setting in his stomach. he doesn't like whatever this is that he's suddenly feeling. “why’re you calling me nagi?”

“i think you know why. leave me alone, nagi.”

for quite some time after, those words remain the last thing you've said to him.

nagi has always been somewhat aware of his inability to comprehend feelings, whether it be his own or of others, but this time is the first time he's ever bothered by his lack of aptitude; the first time he's ever felt this swirl of foreign emotions engulf him, of strange, unknown sensations rushing to him all at once. what started as a mere bud sprouting along the expanse of his lungs, grew double—no, triple in size within a matter of days, poking and squeezing the spongy organ until its function proved near useless. 

the abundance of petals produced by these excrescences is nothing but a nuisance, blocking his airways and tainting his tongue with the bitter, awful taste of decay, which only seems to get worse with each passing week without a word from you. it's a pain, it's majorly vexing, it's—

“leave me alone, nagi.”

—it's suffocating.

PRESENT

nagi still refuses to join the soccer team.

in the hallways, reo somehow manages to always find you and your companion throughout the day, greeting the both of you with unmatched enthusiasm—the kind that someone really shouldn't have at seven o’clock in the morning. everytime that happens, reo is only met with the same, vacant stare, accompanied with a blunt no without much thought.

after all, he's not the only one who came to recruit the white-haired genius. the volleyball, basketball, and softball clubs (even the cheerleading team, for some reason?) have all tried, to which he instantly shut down.

“why would i participate in sports? even walking is tiring to me,” is his simple reasoning every single time, without fail.

at some point, reo tries to bribe him with a brand new gaming console as a “customary gift”. not that there's anything customary about that, but you suppose rich people live in a different world than you common folks do (when you found out that reo arrives to school in a goddamn limousine, you've lost all interest in being more than acquaintances with someone as absurd as that).

however, that is when reo finally manages to elicit a reaction from nagi, a slight sheen in his eyes that made you immediately panic, dragging him away before he gives in and telling him accepting anything from mikage? i think the fuck not! (“why not?” “because we don’t want to get in debt by someone like him!” “oh, we don’t?” “yes, dummy! next thing you know, we keep ‘borrowing’ money from him and eventually when we can't pay it back, he ships us off to some remote island and makes us his slaves for the rest of our lives because we couldn't afford our debt!” “you watch too much horror movies, i think.”)

however, as irritating as one’s persistence could be, deep down you hope nagi accepts reo’s invite. you've always known about his underutilized potential, and how he himself is the only thing that's holding him back.

truly, a waste that is.

“i know that rich boy’s been really annoying about it, but why don't you try it out? even just for a little bit?” you ask nagi, having stayed behind during lunch in your classroom instead of heading to the crowded school cafeteria.

“don't wanna,” he mutters against his arms, head buried against the desk.

“why not? our teacher’s been hounding you for not being in a club, right?”

“i’ll just join the book club or something. now go away,” he says, probably trying to catch up on much needed rest, despite already sleeping through your morning classes.

“you slacker. just try it out so mikage stops bothering me too.”

nagi suddenly lifts his head up. “he’s bothering you?”

leaning your elbow on the desk nagi’s lying down on, you press your cheek against your palm as you snicker at his sudden mood change. “mhm. won't you save me, your one and only best friend? the one you swore to protect until the world collapses? me, an innocent, pure ethereal being who's cruelly subjected to harassment and—” 

he breathes out a long exhale. you brace yourself, racking your brain as you try to think of more ways to persuade him (without including the promise of reo’s “prize” or whatever suspicious deals you're sure the heir is involved with). 

however, in nagi’s perspective, it's not because he needed any more convincing, but because he can't believe he's actually willingly to participate in something so bothersome for someone's sake. “…fine.”

“wait, actually?! for real?” with your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, nagi almost snorts at your ridiculousness. almost.

“you're the one who kept telling me to go for it, so why’re ya surprised?” 

his sleepy voice gets drowned out by your excited chattering. “wow, nagi seishiro is actually interested in something else other than napping and gaming? no way! noooo way!”

“it's annoying, but yeah.” he grimaces, regret already sinking in—but since he's doing it for you, he supposes it's alright. just this once, he can make an exception. “…you're coming with me, right?”

a pause. “um… no? unless you want me to be the token benchwarmer?”

“ah, fair.”

“yeah, yeah. besides, i’m already in debate club, so me joining you is out of the question.”

“not even as our manager?”

“nope.”

nagi visibly sulks, lips forming into his signature pout. cute. it almost looks like he's at a loss of what to do without you—maybe it’s a result of you and him being stuck together at the hip since middle school, and how he's grown dependent on you due to his lazy nature, but you're sure he'll survive on his own.

…probably.

“i’ll come watch your games though,” you quickly add in case he backtracks on his word, reaching over the desk and tousling his hair, messing it up even more. he doesn't complain like how he usually would, merely blinking his wide gray eyes at you. “i mean, what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't support you?”

that seems enough for nagi. he straightens up, a hand running through his now disheveled white locks, peering at you with a newfound motivation. “better keep your eyes on me, ‘kay?”

you grin, nodding. “duh. goes without saying, loser.”

sometime after that, reo, nagi, and yourself have now fallen into some sort of routine: nagi now has practice on thursdays and fridays after school, but sometimes reo swings by unexpectedly during lunch on those days to discuss with nagi what their training plans would be after school (unable to wait until the end of the day, apparently). not that nagi actually listens, but he has come to a realization that it’d be too much work if he were to refuse him, so he just lets him do whatever he wants.

would it be foolish to think that reo would let up once he’s gotten what he wanted? if anything, his apparent interest grows even more, which only encourages the rumors that are recently circulating about you. girls still glare at you in jealousy, while guys sneak judgmental glances at you, but reo manages to clear up any misunderstandings using his natural charm and influence, so you're fine for the most part. how thoughtful. well, it's his fault in the first place anyway. 

for some reason, you see him a lot more often than necessary.

…like right now, for instance.

when a flash of purple appears in your peripherals, you turn, met with the sight of reo’s handsome figure hovering by the doorway. the tall male is hanging rather stiffly in the middle of the entrance, as if unable to decide whether to come inside or not.

“mikage?” you decide to call him out. “what are you doing here?”

he flinches, akin to a deer in headlights. what's up with that reaction? is he not supposed to be here or…? “huh? well, i’m here for nagi, of course.”

“right.” you nod curtly. it's monday today; they don't even have practice until the next few days.

but even then, reo has picked the worst time to drop by, because nagi isn't even at school today. (surprise, surprise—he slept in. again.) just as you are about to bring that up, reo casually ambles over and pulls a seat back, sitting across you with a sheepish smile on his face.

by now, you've grown familiar with the scent of his cologne wafting in the air whenever he's nearby. it's a delicate yet expensive scent, fresh and woody, like musk with hints of apples and mint. a vast difference from nagi’s, whose smell is more down-to-earth, like fresh laundry and the breeze of early mornings.

other than the questioning glance you offer him, nothing happens for a few moments. reo opens his mouth as if to say something, but when nothing comes out, he reverts back to pursed lips and skittish glimpses. it's off-putting how he seems to struggle with striking up a conversation for once—you start to feel a bit awkward about the stretched silence, so you just shrug and continue eating from your bento. as long as he's not bothering you too much, you don't actually mind his company.

“want some?” noticing how you're the only one eating lunch, you absentmindedly bring up the chopsticks close to his mouth, urging him to take a bite out of your tamagoyaki.

that seems to finally snap reo out of his inner strife, his violet eyes widening as they flicker between you and the food, “y-you're feeding me…?” 

ah, crap—you’re so used to feeding nagi that you didn't even think twice before bringing the neatly rolled omelette to his lips. before you can retract your hand though, reo quickly composes himself, enclosing his fingers on your forearm to prevent you from moving away. “okay, i guess,” he mutters shyly before taking a bite.

a slight relief fills you as you watch him accept your offer, though that quickly turns into nervousness. “well? how was it?” you ask, observing the purple-haired male chewing carefully with a finger on his chin.

“did you cook this?” reo returns with a question of his own, peering at you through his lashes.

“you didn’t answer my question…”

“hm. did you?”

“what, is my cooking not good enough for the great master mikage reo’s superior taste buds?” you roll your eyes, feigning nonchalance as your face warms at the fact that he's deliberately avoiding your questions. you half-expect him to spit out the food; now that you think about it, surely he wouldn't enjoy eating something so bland and second-rate—

“hmm, not sure. i might need another bite to fully understand the flavors.”

you blink dumbly at reo’s coyness. well, he doesn't seem to outright hate it, so that's better than you are initially expecting. when you push the bento closer to him, he only stares at you expectantly, as if waiting for something. you stare right back, muttering, “what is it?” 

“uh…actually, i broke both of my hands. and my fingers too. all ten of them.” reo blurts out, simultaneously hiding his hands away from your view.

…what.

this is the second time you're at a loss for words because of reo. perplexed, you lean in, trying to take a peek behind his back. “your fingers seemed perfectly fine when you grabbed my arm.”

“well, a lot can happen in two seconds.”

“like…?”

“spontaneous functional impairment?”

i’ll show you a spontaneous functional impairment, you grumble under your breath. “i am not your maid.”

reo tilts his head to side, warmth radiating from the innocent smile plastered on his face. it's the same one he usually wears, the kind that makes one weak in the knees—one that you're fortunately immune to. 

(at least you think so, anyway.)

“…if i paid you, would you be more inclined?”

“piss off, mikage.”

reo chuckles, airy and soft, and you find it disturbing how a mere sound can easily disarm your guard. that's just the kind of person he is, you guess, barely even having to try yet the influence he holds over anyone (regrettably including you, to a certain degree) is undeniable. you ponder why someone like him is even here in the first place; doesn't he have more important stuff to do?

“kidding, i'm kidding! it's delicious.”

but when he assures you and you watch as his eyes crinkle with amusement, you decide not to sweat the little details. he continues, “i mean it. i’d love to have more, if you're willing, of course.”

since hakuho high is a college prep school, your school’s soccer team is weak compared to the others, not to mention fairly new, established only recently by reo himself (thus making him captain, as if he couldn't be any more popular). it hasn't garnered much attention from its students—but since this is the first official match against another school, a pretty sizable crowd has filled the bleachers that friday afternoon, excitement and anticipation buzzing in the air.

on the way to the bleachers, you catch sight of your friend and his teammates warming up while the coach gathers them to hold his final group meeting prior to the game, most of them stretching their legs and some basking under the sunshine (and by some, you mean only nagi).

after the coach finishes saying his speech to the team, reo claps his hand against nagi’s back, making the latter wince. reo just hooks his arm around nagi’s shoulder, and you see his mouth moving and gesturing towards the direction of the bleachers when his purple eyes suddenly fall on you. sending reo a small wave, he waves back at you, albeit with more enthusiasm—which also made the girls surrounding you shriek. ah, right. you briefly think that you should start acting like you don’t know him in public, on the off chance that a crazed fan of his comes for your throat just for being involved with him.

nagi glances where reo’s line of sight is. you wave at him as well when your eyes meet, expecting him to just send one back in acknowledgment, but instead he starts jogging towards you. “you made it,” he breathes out once he's within earshot. 

“i said i’d watch your game, right?” you playfully jab him on the arm, observing how his legs look way more toned than you’ve last seen. has he always been this fit? seems like all that training he begrudgingly went through has paid off. “lookin’ fresh in uniform, seishiro. sorry i couldn't make it to any practices though, i couldn't ditch my own club.”

nagi shrugs, feeling content since you still made it. he reaches into his pocket, fishing out his beloved device and handing it to you. “can you keep my phone with you? i forgot i had it in my pocket.”

after nagi gets back to his team, you end up sitting on the third row of the bleachers as you wait for the game to begin. you fiddle with the charm on his phone. he still has it attached (you make a mental note to ask him about it again later), and you notice how some of the colors of the black beads have faded. a cursory thought passes, where you wonder if it's due to age, or if he touched it too often that the oils from his fingertips have worn the surface off.

you're leaning more on the former hypothesis—you can’t imagine nagi getting sentimental over a handmade charm that’s mediocre at best. or anything at all, period.

a sudden bump on your shoulder causes you to break out of your thoughts. a deep voice hurriedly speaks out, “excuse m—”

“len?” out of all people, why is he sitting next to you? 

you’ve barely seen your ex-boyfriend in the past three years. either he's good at hiding, or you're even less popular (or involved with anyone else who isn't nagi) than you think. to be honest, you've forgotten all about him, but you can still recognize his dark eyes and, annoyingly enough, even the scent of his cologne with just one moment of appraisal.

len looks at you, eyes widened and mouth agape, before he gets up and turns around, climbing up the stairs to find a different seat. you click your tongue, slightly ticked off that he ran away from you. again. okay, whatever.

just then, the referee blows the whistle, signaling the start of the game. reo gets the ball first touch, sneaking his way through defenders with his quick thinking and passes. you're impressed by his skill, but since this is the mikage reo we're talking about, you guess you should've expected it. the team moves accordingly, passing the ball back and forth between them, intensity already cranked up to the maximum so soon after it began.

well, mostly everyone is pumped up. nagi’s half-ass running makes you snicker, and you wonder if he's even going to do anything at all this match if his slouched, lethargic posture is anything to go by. but then you catch sight of his face when an opposing player comes up to him, his visage contorting from passive to mildly irritated. it's only a tiny change, hardly even noticeable, but since you've known him for so long you've gained a good understanding of these miniscule differences. you realize his opponent must have taunted him because now he's locked in, straightening up and dashing towards the penalty area.

for a pretty lax person, you wouldn't have guessed he'd be the type to be vindictive when provoked. most of the time, he does it unintentionally, showing off his unparalleled genius with barely any effort. the ball comes flying toward him, and it almost lands a few inches behind him yet he reaches it perfectly, twisting his body to trap the ball and swiftly kicking it to the goal in one fluid motion.

not even a minute in, hakuho scores a goal, and the world abruptly stops for a second.

absolute silence falls on the field, rendering both the opposing team and the crowd too stunned to speak or even move, save for reo who just beams at the prodigious striker.

“LET’S GO, SEISHIRO!” 

the crowd subsequently erupts with deafening applause and cheers the moment they break out of their stupor, jumping out of their seats and yelling out what was that? in wonder and amazement.

nagi looks up as he hears your voice so distinctly clear from the bleachers. sure, he might have been a tad more zealous about that first goal, but it's not like it was a hard one to pull off—though you and everyone else’s reaction says otherwise, so he must've done something cool.

…still, is any of that really necessary? nagi likes that you've made it to his first ever official match, but you look as if you're one step away from joining the cheerleading squad and be his personal cheerleader. he watches as you cup your hands around your mouth, grinning widely at him across the field, and he thinks that you've never changed at all since middle school. you're always too loud, too forward, too bothersome, too annoying—

but that makes you, you. he wouldn't want it any other way.

for the rest of the game, hakuho dominates the match thanks to him and reo. at some point, the white-haired striker vaguely remembers his captain telling him about some sort of a hat trick, and that it was a really difficult move to pull off (not really) so he tries doing that just to show off a little. i mean, it's my debut, and you're watching, he reasons.

it’s over before he knows it, the score being an impressive 7-0. after the referee blows the whistle and the game ends, everyone explodes into cheers once again, nagi’s teammates huddling over, some jumping on his back and some even lifting him up. 

“nagi!” reo cries out. “wow! i've never seen you worked that hard bef— wait, where are you going?”

when nagi glances towards the bleachers again, he sees you pushing past the other students, nearly hopping over them so you can get to the field, fueled by nothing but adrenaline and hype. he shrugs off his teammate's arms around him, making a beeline towards you. he doesn't even realize what he's doing, lured by the excitement and passion emanating from your presence.

“hey, what are you doing all the way h—”

“SEISHIRO, HELLO? that was so incredible, what the hell was that?!” you exclaim, launching yourself at him. luckily, he catches you just in time…unluckily, he underestimates your exhilaration, your tackle causing both you toppling down on the grass with you landing on top of him as he lets out an oof– as his back hits the grass. “you crazy bastard. i always knew you had it in you!”

from the corner of his eye, he sees reo’s head whipped in your direction, watching the two of you intently, but at the moment none of that matters. nagi still isn’t too good at reading people's emotions, but when it's displayed so clearly before him, your earnest gaze and a smile impossibly wide that your face must've hurt to hold that for so long, he realizes you make it easy for him to understand it this time with no room for any alternative perception.

strands of your hair fall against his face as you hover above him, and the afternoon sun is just about to set, creating a warm halo against your form, and nagi thinks you look as radiant as ever.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [40] - Laurel

A.N: The last 3 chapters! ❤️Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤️ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think❤️

Summary: An engagement ball can be followed by an unexpected surprise.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, mentions of threats.

Word Count: 3000

Series Masterlist

Technically you knew planning an engagement ball was bound to be stressful, of course you did.

But from the way Lottie was treating it, you were beginning to think it was a life-and-death situation.

“Lottie you do realize you didn’t have to come here to make sure me and Ben are coming to the engagement ball?” you asked “Don’t get me wrong, I’m always glad to see you but there is no way we’d miss it. No matter how much Benedict whines about you and Anthony getting married, he’s actually happy for you.”

“Oh I know!” she said as she sat beside you on the bench. You were in the garden, enjoying your book in the gazebo after having spent hours in the greenhouse while Benedict was busy with his painting in his studio. “I cannot stay long because I must go to the Bridgerton House but before that, I figured I could come here and give you this.”

She put the wrapped rectangular box that she was holding into your lap and you tilted your head.

“What is this?”

“This is sort of a thank you for accepting to be my maid of honor,” she said, making you smile.

“Lottie, you really shouldn’t have…” you said as you unwrapped the box and held your breath when you saw the chocolates. “I take it back, I’m glad you did.”

She let out a laugh as you hugged her and pulled back to look at her better.

“It’s my privilege to be your maid of honor,” you said as you popped a chocolate into your mouth and offered her, but she shook her head.

“I feel as if I’m in the most pleasant dream,” she whispered like she was giving you a secret. “I never thought Tony would love me back and the funny part is—”

“He never thought you’d love him back?”

“Yes!” she said. “Can you believe it?”

“I absolutely can,” you said with a laugh, then reached out to hold her hand. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you!”

You grabbed another piece of chocolate, then chewed on it.

“So are you very excited for the engagement ball?”

“Very tense, more likely,” she said. “I hope everyone will like it.”

“Of course they will,” you assured her. “And you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for you.”

“That is something I must repeat to myself a lot, yes,” she said with a sigh. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy about the wedding and such but I’m also happy for the time I’ll get to be alone with Tony after all this.”

“I know how that feels,” you said, smiling slightly and she looked around.

“Benny is in his studio?”

“Mm hm, painting.”

“I must go but you must give him my regards.”

“You don’t want to say hello to him?”

“I’m not going to interrupt him while he’s painting, he might lose focus,” she said and stood up, then kissed you on the cheek. “I will see both of you tonight?”

“Cross my heart,” you said and hugged her. “Tell the family I said hello!”

“Will do!” she said and walked away, and you looked back at the house before making your way there. You hummed a song to yourself, still carrying the box of chocolates, and climbed the stairs, then walked down the hallway to approach the closed door of the studio.

You only hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door, then stepped back.

“Yes?” Benedict’s voice carried outside and you smiled slightly.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, is there something terrible going on there?”

The footsteps came closer, then the door opened halfway, letting you see him and you repressed a grin. He looked handsome as always but there were traces of paint all over his hands and his white shirt, and his hair was tousled as if he had been running his hands through it the way he always would when he was stressed. You tilted your head.

“Did you lose a fight with the canvas or something?”

“I’m winning actually,” he said as he gave you an excited grin and you leaned sideways to the doorframe, then held up the box.

“Do you want a chocolate?”

“God yes,” he said and grabbed one to pop it into his mouth. “Where did this come from?”

“Lottie dropped by, she didn’t want to interrupt you while you were painting,” you said. “She brought me chocolates to thank me for accepting to be her maid of honor.”

Benedict blinked a couple of times. “Wait, we get treats for that?”

“I got treats for that,” you corrected him. “You’re the best man, what did Anthony give you?”

“…A speech.”

You clicked your tongue. “Ah well, that sounds like the consequences of your choices.”

“He’s my brother, I honestly did not have a choice in that,” he said, eyeing the chocolates. “How come you get chocolates and I get a speech?”

“Probably because I’m nicer than you,” you said with a grin. “There’s no other explanation here.”

“Mm hm, I’m sure.”

“So the painting?” you asked, standing on your tiptoes to sneak a look inside but he tut-tutted, blocking your view.

“Not yet.”

“What’s it about?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “Y/N, I can’t explain, I…ever since that night, it’s like I’m more inspired than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

You could feel the warmth spreading inside your chest and you shifted your weight, letting a smile pull at your lips.

“And yet I cannot see it?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the room and he shook his head.

“Not yet, but you will be the first person to see it once it’s finished.”

You hummed, pretending to be in deep thought. “Do you promise?”

He smiled softly, then leaned in to brush his lips against yours, making you heave a happy sigh.

“On my honor,” he said. “You’ll see it before anyone else.”

“Very well, I guess I’ll leave you alone to work on it,” you said. “Just don’t forget, we must be at Lottie and Anthony’s engagement party before eight o’clock.”

He made a face. “After Anthony’s huge speech about responsibilities, how could I?”

“See, the speech was useful,” you pointed out, and walked away from him, popping a chocolate into your mouth. “But chocolates are still better!”

                                                    *

You had to admit, though you knew Lottie and Anthony’s engagement ball would be beautiful, even you did not see this coming. Every single guest looked like they were having so much fun while Anthony and Lottie seemed like they were in their own happy bubble, as if blind to anyone else in the ballroom.

“Anthony a married man…” Colin murmured as he sipped his drink while Eloise shook her head. “Now I know the world is coming to an end.”

Benedict grinned. “You do realize what it means right?” he asked. “Mother will focus on only you two the next season.”

“This is your fault, you know?” Eloise asked and Benedict tilted his head.

“How is that?”

“First you, then Daph…” she tilted her glass in Daphne and Simon’s direction who were talking to Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton on the other side of the ballroom. “And now Anthony. Even Colin almost got married this season!”

“The season of scandals,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and Colin heaved a sigh.

“Has someone put the whole family under a spell I wonder.”

“Not me,” Eloise said. “I remain to be the smartest among you all.”

Benedict pushed her shoulder with his in a joking manner. “Does this mean you’re not looking forward to the next season when you will have so many suitors to entertain, El?”

“You take that back!”

“I’ll help you threaten them,” you assured Eloise. “Don’t worry. Eloise before I forget, do you want a knife?”

“She does not want a knife,” Benedict answered in a haste before Eloise could. “I do not trust her with a knife.”

“I second that,” Colin said and Eloise leaned in so that she could whisper into your ear.

“Please tell me you’re getting me a knife.”

You winked at her and nodded, then sipped your drink.

“When we return to Aubrey Hall in two weeks, we will have nowhere to run,” Eloise said. “I mean I can’t stay at your house because you two are sickeningly in love, and so are Daphne and Simon, and now, Anthony and Lottie. Where am I supposed to go to in order to see no romance?”

“It is a challenge,” you said and Colin shot you a look.

“Did you miss the part she said you two are sickeningly in love?” he asked. “I mean you’ve always been but lately it’s even…it’s different, it’s much more than before.”

You and Benedict exchanged glances and you pursed your lips to hold back your grin while Benedict ran a hand over his mouth to keep his expression straight.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he managed to say and Lady Bridgerton raised a hand to motion at them to come over. Eloise heaved a sigh and looked up at Colin.

“Come on,” she said and Colin downed his drink, then they both made their way to her. You looked around, standing on your tiptoes.

“Have you seen Josie?” you asked. “Or Andrew, or Bess?”

“Not yet,” Benedict said. “I’m sure they will be here soon.”

“Hello you two!” Lottie’s cheerful voice reached you, making you turn around. She threw herself into your arms and you hugged her tight, smiling wide. Anthony grabbed the glass from Benedict’s hand and took a sip, making him frown.

“Get your own God damn glass!”

“Every time any footman makes his way to me, someone pulls us into a conversation,” Anthony said, still holding Lottie’s hand with his free hand. “I swear to you, I couldn’t even eat anything yet.”

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re taking my glass—”

“I’m the oldest, that’s why.”

“This is your engagement ball!”

“I could give you my glass Tony,” Lottie said like a melody and Anthony pressed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“No need my love.”

“Everyone has so much to tell us,” Lottie told Benedict. “So much advice about marriage too, it’s rather overwhelming.”

“Probably they’re still waiting for you to wake up and see the light and change your mind about marrying him Charlie, the wedding is next week so it’s not too late—”

“Benedict!”

“I mean he stole my drink, is this really the type of person you want to grow old with?” Benedict motioned at Anthony with a grin while Anthony rolled his eyes.

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m still working on your wedding present by the way,” he told her, making her gasp. “It should be ready by the time the social season is over.”

“You got us a wedding present? Aw Benny, you shouldn’t have!”

“Yeah well, if you can’t fight it…” Benedict said with a shrug but the happy grin on his face told a different story than his pretend nonchalance. Lottie pulled him into a hug, and he hugged her back.

“Congratulations to you both by the way,” Benedict said as Lottie pulled back, “In case I forgot to say that. I really am happy for you.”

“That is uncharacteristically mindful of him, is this your doing?” Anthony asked you and you let out a laugh.

“I’d love to take credit but no.”

“And how is it going with the plan—” Anthony started but cleared his throat when Benedict shot him a look. “The plan with the…the art thing that you uh—that you do?”

You pulled your brows together. “Hm?”

“I have this plan for a new painting,” Benedict said. “It’s going quite well brother.”

“Keep me informed about that, will you?”

“Sure—”

“Oh isn’t this the happy couple?” A lady you didn’t even know touched Lottie’s arm. “Do you two mind if I borrowed them?”

“Of course not,” you said and Anthony heaved a dramatic sigh while Lottie squeezed his arm as if trying to console him.

“We will see you later,” she said and both Anthony and she followed the lady to the small crowd on the other side of the ballroom. You pressed your lips together to hide your smile, then looked up at Benedict.

“What plan?”

Benedict turned to you. “Hm?”

“What plan was he talking about?”

“I told you,” Benedict said with a shrug of his shoulders, then held out his hand. “Just the painting, that’s all. A dance, my lady?”

                                                *

By the time the ball was over, it was almost dawn. Lottie looked like she was about to pass out from exhaustion, so you gave her a quick hug, then you and Benedict told everyone else you would see them the next day and -which was technically today- and got on the carriage.

“Is it just me or was Andrew a bit distracted?” you asked while the carriage moved through the street and Benedict thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“Probably because Felix wasn’t there?”

“Maybe,” you murmured and rested your head on his chest, letting out a small groan. “I’m so tired.”

Benedict buried his nose into your hair, throwing his arm over your shoulder so that he could hold you tighter.

“At least they’ll have their wedding before we all go back to countryside,” he said. “I wouldn’t be expecting any other ball from them for at least next season.”

“Because they’ll be very busy?” you asked with a grin and he made a face.

“Yeah yeah… Please don’t remind me.”

“What are you getting them as their wedding present?”

“I’m going to paint their portrait together,” he said as you pulled back to look at him better, your jaw dropping. “And send it to Aubrey Hall because I honestly think when I see my sweet Charlie as Anthony’s wife, I might just—”

“Stop with that, I was there when you told them you were happy for them,” you said with a laugh. “So is that what you’re working on then?”

“Not yet,” he said. “I’ll get to it once I’m done with the painting I’m already working on. It’s about to be finished.”

“And I’ll be the first to see?”

“And you’ll be the first to see,” he said with a mischievous smile before kissing you, and the carriage came to a stop. Benedict got out of it and helped you out, and you both started walking to the house, still holding hands.

“So everyone is going back to Aubrey Hall in two weeks then?”

“Well everyone but us and Daphne,” he said as you two climbed the marble stairs leading to the house. “I forgot you still haven’t seen there, or our home in the countryside.”

A warmth spread inside your chest and you took a deep breath.

“But we’re moving all the flowers from this greenhouse to the countryside house?” you felt the need to ask and he nodded his head.

“Of course. Might be a little time because the greenhouse there still hasn’t finished but I was thinking,” he said as you both reached the door and walked through it, entering the foyer. “Maybe we could get some and put them in the house and once the greenhouse is finished—”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” the butler’s voice reached you and you both turned your heads to see him approach you. “There’s a note for you, it arrived a couple hours ago.”  

“Thank you,” Benedict said, taking the letter from him and you tilted your head.

“Just now?” you asked. “That’s not very common, everyone is asleep. Who’s it from?”

Benedict ripped open the envelope to read the note, a grin curling his lips as he got to the end of the lines, and let out a breath.

“Oh thank God, finally.”

“What?” you asked and Benedict lowered the letter, then gave you a soft smile.

“My love, I haven’t been the most honest with you I’m afraid,” he said, making your heart skip a beat and you pulled back slightly, a frown pinching your brows together.

“About what?”

“Me and Andrew, remember we talked the other night?”

You nodded your head, still frowning.

“Well you said your parents didn’t even know Josie was here, but that they were blackmailing her about that letter.”

“Yes?”

“So it got me thinking, if they didn’t even know she was here, there was no reason at all why they would bring the letter with them here.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Uh… I suppose?”

“So we sent someone to the countryside to go find that letter in their house while your parents are here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Someone we can trust—Anthony knows him, that’s what he was talking about today,” he assured you. “And I told him to take the letter to Andrew and give it to him directly, no one else, but to let me know immediately so…” he held up the note. “He apparently found it and wrote to me that he would wait for Andrew to come home so that he can deliver it in person.”

You could feel the shock taking over your whole mind and you tried to wrap your head around it.

“…You mean to tell me—”

“I mean to tell you that there’s nothing at all they can use against Josie and Bess,” he said. “And they’re not going to hurt you, or Josie, or Teddy. Ever again.”

A relieved laugh spilled from your lips before you flung yourself into his arms and he caught you to hug you tight, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ben, I don’t know what to say,” you managed to mutter, still in disbelief. “Thank you, you…you didn’t have to help—”

“Your family is my family,” he said. “Of course I will help however I can.”

You looked up at him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you,” you said and he gave you a lopsided grin.

“I love you too,” he muttered and leaned in to brush his lips against yours again, making you smile. “In this life and the next, darling.”

Chapter 41

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 93... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

IT HAPPENED...! IT FINALLY HAPPENED!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!! 😵

Honestly, words cannot describe how crazy this chapter was, but we're gonna talk about it anyway...!! 👀 LET'S GO!!! 😆

The chapter begins with everyone checking how well they did on finals, and Anya did a whole lot better than last time...!! 😆

I AM SO PROUD OF HER!!! 👏😄

Anya went from 213th to 168th place!! 🎉 Let's hope that Anya continues to improve in the future...!! 😊👍

Then, we finally got to see how well she did in Classical Language and...:

She got second place...!

But, she will still receive a Stella for it!! 👏😆Then, we find out that she got 24 points in math, which is just below the cut off point... Which means...:

So, not only did Anya get a Stella, she ALSO received A TONITRUS BOLT!!? 😵😂🤣😌

GODDAMNIT ANYA!! 😂 That means the score is still tied, but now it's 5 and 5 until she either becomes an Imperial Scholar or gets expelled...!! 😌

Then, we got probably my new favorite Loid expression...:

🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 I'M SO SORRY LOID!!🤣

This poor man can't catch a break, but at he's quite proud of Anya for doing well on the test...!! 😊

After that, we cut to Authens praising Anya as well, but Sigmund says something that intrigues me...:

"...One day you'll experience the frustration of realizing that hard work is not always rewarded..."

Hmm... What could this mean...? Personally, if Sigmund does have something to do with the experiments that were conducted on Anya, then this could be his way of saying that not many know of his scientific experiments... But, that's just a guess at this point and I could very well just be reading too much into this single sentence... 🤔

Moving on, before Anya goes to bed that night Loid asks her a question...:

I was surprised that Twilight asked this!! 😲 But his question turned out to be for naught because Anya doesn't really remember... 😔 So, Twilight just tells her to forget about what he asked and now I'm wondering if this will lead Twilight finding out the truth about Anya's past and that she's a telepath... 🤔

Well anyway, we cut to Anya and Damian receiving Stellas for doing well on the test, and then it's the middle school students turn... AND GUESS WHO SHOWS UP...?! 👀

DEMETRIUS MOTHER F---ING DESMOND!!!😵

AFTER ALL THIS TIME, HE HAS FINALLY APPEARED...!! 👀

I can't believe that I was ACTUALLY RIGHT that he was gonna look more like his dad...! (Check out this post where I drew what I thought he might look like!! 👍)

But to continue, Demetrius is also as strange as his mother and father... ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF THIS...!!:

After finally getting to meet him and seeing that Anya can't read his mind, my original theory that he might be working with his father, just got thrown out the window...!! Because now, I think that Demetrius has been experimented on... 😥 I hope that I'm wrong, but I just don't know this point...

AND THINK THAT'S ENOUGH ABOUT THIS CHAPTER FOR TODAY!

Today's chapter was excellent, but now that Demetrius has finally shown up, my mind is going crazy about what this ALL MEANS!😫

Anyway, I think I'll stop for today and possibly regroup with myself to figure out WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE DESMONDS!! (Except for Damain, who is the only normal one there..!!🥲) So until the next Mission or if I try attempt to figure out what is up with the Desmonds; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! Later!! 👍

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #Mission 93 #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #ewen egeburg #emile elman #bill watkins #loid forger #yor forger #sigmund authen #barbara authen #demetrius desmond #I CAN'T BELIEVE THST HE FINALLY SHOWED UP!! 😵 #WHAT IS UP WITH HIM!? #WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE DESMONDS!?!? 😫 (Except for Damian...! 👍) #manga spoilers #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #spyxfamily spoilers

[lovelywritinglady]

hi can i recwest a uzui x reader where uzui have a argment and gat a divors and yn is pregnet years later when the child and he rillast that it is his child and has a tak whif yn and trase to fics everifing

if you canpleas do thak you and have a grat day

I’d love to!💜

Mistakes

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

You and Tengen got into a heated argument after a demon hunt gone wrong. He says some extremely hurtful words. You decide to leave him because you know you don’t deserve that. What you didn’t know was that you were pregnant with his child. Angst, slight fluff, Tengen being a dick, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, and other mature themes.

Your pov

"You nearly got us killed, what are you and idiot?" My husband Tengen yelled at me.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" I yelled back

"You cannot afford accidents like this Y/N!" He roared stepping closer to me causing me to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Sorry won't even begin to cover the fucking stupitity of your actions! You have no right being a demon slayer with how dumb you are. I can't believe I married someone like you!" he yelled looking me dead in the eye with fury.

"Fuck you!" I snapped as my anger began rising as tears filled my eyes.

"Real mature Y/N, get the hell out of my house until you can learn some respect and basic combat moves." he said as he began walking away as I began to sob.

"Where the hell am I going to stay! Tengen, I'm your wife!' I cried walking towards him.

"Hell if I care, just get your things and don't come back until you aren't so incopitent." he snapped walking away into another room.

I stood there unable to think, feel, or understand the situation. My body moved on its own and next thing I knew I was out of mt home with a bag packed walking only god knows where. It was getting dark, but I didn't care all I knew is that I was no longer wanted, needed, or loved by the man that swore he would protect me and love me no matter what. So much for promises. I kept walking until the sun began to rise, my thoughts much clearer now and my tears no longer flowing down my face. I decided to go live with my older sister, Misa, who lives on the other side of the country. Her and I have always been close, and I just hoped I would never see that asshole again.

One Month Later

I feel unbelievebly sick, as every morning and evening I spill my guts out. I have an uncontroable hunger and yet anytime I try to eat something I feel once again that I want to throw up. I feel miserable not just physically, but mentally too. Despite his words, I still love my husband. He use to be my everything, but I suppose I was never his. He claimed that he couldn't believe that he married me and just thinking about those poisonus words make my body ache once more. Tears I try not to spill came fourth with so much eagerness that I had no time to stop them. I hated myself for crying over him, but I suppose I was really crying for the man he use to be. I knew in my heart that I would always love him, but now I can never be with someone who so easily made me feel like my very existence meant nothing. I heard a faint knocking that pulled me out of my thoughts as the sweet voice of my sister filled the room.

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?" Misa asked as she sat next to me putting her hand on my forhead.

"Not great." I sighed smiling at her wiping away my tears.

"Y/N, I really think we should get you a doctor. This has been going on too long." She suggested taking her hand off my head.

"I think your right Misa." I sighed

"I didn't want to say anything to you, but I really think you're pregnant." she said in a whisper

"What!" I whisper yelled

"You're showing signs and don't worry if you are. I will always take care of you." Misa reassured

"Lets hope I'm not then." I said nervously.

Two days later the doctor came, she was a sweet older lady that had a warm smile and a small figure. She came into my room and inspected me in all they ways she could. My nerves at this point were all consuming as I really did not want to be pregnant, especially since I knew who the father was.

"My dear you have no fever and no true illness. What you are expierencing, is early signs of pregnancy." she said with a smile

"I see, I guess my sister was right then." I stated sadly

"Are you not happy, I'm sure your husband will be." she stated with a concerned look on her face.

"My husband no longer wants me." I answered doing my best not to cry once more.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dear." She said grabbing my hand.

"Thank you, I just have no idea what to do now." I said honestly

"That's just something you're going to have to figure out for yourself. At the end of the day you need to do what's best for your child." She spoke seriously

"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed

"Of course I'm right dear, I am a doctor." she joked

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" my sister asked as she knocked on the door.

"It will be." I whispered touching my belly.

Three Years And Six Months Later

My son, Kei, is now nearly three years old. He's a rowdy child that seems to always be obsessed with what is going on outside. Whether is rainy, snowy, or sunny, he's always begging to go outside. I can't complain though as I love nature and seeing his little cheeks puffed up when he askes is always so cute. Kei looks a little bit like his father as he got most of his features from me. His eyes are the same color as my ex husband and his personality matches. His hair is a lighter shade of h/c, which gave me relief. I still haven't told Tengen about our son, nor do I want to. Part of me feels selfish, but part of me doesn't want to subject him to a man like Tengen. Although, when they do meet, I hope he is kind to his son. Kei is too sweet and kind to have to be around a father that verbally abuses him. I just couldn't live with myself if I let my baby be hurt by him.

In these three years, I haven't had a full time job. Mostly they have been part time jobs and my sister has been providing for me and my son. She claimes that since she doesn't have a family that this is no trouble, but Kei is old enough where I can start working full time. It took a long time to find job, but one day my sister came into the house screaming that she found a job that was perfect for me.

"Y/N, this is a landscaping job." she nearly yelled in my ear

"Huh, that's a little different than the jobs that I'm looking for, but hey if they are hiring then I'll take it." I said confifently

"Mama what's going on?" Kei asked as he walked into the room with a sleepy expression.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." I cooed opening my arms for my son. He then picked up the pace and ran into my arms crushing me with all of his nearly three year old strength.

"Its okay." he sighed playing with his fingers with a small tired pout

"Your mama just found a job, Kei." my sister said with a smile at her nephew

"Okay." he said disinterested. I smiled at this, he's so small and perfect and despite the fact that my pregnancy was not the easiest, it was worth it.

Two weeks later I found myself walking towards my new job. It was a sunny day and part of myself wished Kei was here to enjoy it with me. I can almost hear his voice calling my name begging me to play with him. I was lucky to have been blessed with him. My thoughts of my perfect child came to a halt as the gates of the house I would be working at came into view. Taking a deep breath I began walking to what I thought was the front door. This property was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed like it was perfect, not even a pebble out of place. It was a calming place that seemed to inspire peace. For some reason this place looked oddly familiar and it only now hit me that this was the place where the master lived. Tengen had taken me here years ago when he became hashira while I was just starting to become a demon slayer. Before I left, I was one rank away from being hashira. I thought about training again, but now that I have my son I felt it was irresponsible. Plus I could never leave him.

"You must be Y/N." The master suddenly said and it made me wonder how long he was there for.

"Yes sir, its very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." I said bowing to show respect to him.

"Of course. I am aware of your situation and am happy to give you work here." He said with a smile." Come with me and I'll show you the grounds.

Two weeks later

Working at this mansion feels peaceful and the work is harder than I expected, but the pay is well worth it. Today I raked, cut grass, and tended to the luscious gardens. The sun beamed down on me giving me a slight headache. Thankfully the day was almost over for me so that I could go home to my son and my sister. Kei has been begging me to take him here ever since my sister told him that the hashira train here. I have been reluctant of it since seeing Tengen might be a possiblilty and seeing a child in my arms was a conversation that I simply did not want to have yet, even though I knew one day it would happen. I heard light footsteps approach me. turning my head I saw one of the other workers and smiled at him. He was a kind man that was around my age and he and I had talked a few times.

"Hey there, how's the work today?" He questioned with a sweet smile.

"Same as always although its a little hotter than usual." I responded

"Yeah, but I like it when its hot because I know that cooler weather is around the corner." he said with a content smile

"That would be nice." I chuckled

"Oh, you should know that the hashira will be here tomorrow." he said seriously

"Well, I'll make sure to make myself scarce." I said trying to mask my nervousness.

"Don't, all you need to do is smile and show them respect." He smiled

"Will do." I laughed standing up.

"Well I will see you tomorrow and tell your son I said hi." he smirked

"I'll make sure to tell him, see you tomorrow." I bowed

I watched him leave with a fake smile on my face. As soon as he was out of sight I sighed as my stomach throbbed with uncomfortable uneasiness as I began waking to the shed to put my tools away with my head hung low. I was no where okay with the fact that Tengen was going to be here tomorrow. I thought that maybe I should call in sick, but no one would believe that. Even if they did, I’d feel too guilty about it. The best thing to do was to avoid seeing him and focus on my work. If I keep my head down and not do any quick movements, then he won’t see me, hopefully. My thoughts were completely consumed with my nerves that I didn’t even register that I had bumped into someone until I heard someone speaking.

“Hey watch where you walk, alright.” The voice snapped

“Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” I said frantically bowing as to show respect and forgiveness.

“Y/N?” The voice questioned lowing its tone. I then stood up and as my eyes met with the stranger I immediately tended up. My breath hitched and my stomach dropped into the ground. The one and one Tengen Uzui stood before me in all of his flashy glory.

“Uhh, you gonna say anything?” He joked as his eyes raked over my body.

“Um hi.” I stuttered slightly unsure of what the hell to even do. And I tended even more so when his body came crashing into mine in a bone crushing hug. I could feel his urgency and I almost allowed myself to met into his arms. But I couldn’t because I knew it wasn’t right.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into my hair. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” He cried.

“I know.” I said monotone still unsure what to do. Do I tell him about our son or do I keep my mouth shut and pretend like any of this is okay?

“Where have you been?” He questioned breaking the hug but still standing close. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Here and there, but mostly I’ve been living with my sister.” I said honestly. I really couldn’t lie to this man he’s really good at sporting liars. As much as I hated him, I really didn’t feel like lying to him.

“Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. I though your sister moved away from here.” He said curiously.

“She was going to, but she decided to stay.” I responded trying not to show too much emotion.

“Guess I should’ve looked there.” He joked

“You looked for me?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I did you’re my wife and I love you.” He scoffed as though he was offended.

“I just thought you wouldn’t care.” I mumbled

“Of course I care.” Tengen sighed

“Well you sure as hell didn’t act like it then.” I snapped

“You’re right, I didn’t I was too hard on you. You made a simple mistake. Hell I’ve made mistakes too. Making mistakes in this line of work is never good, but no one died. I should’ve been easier on you and I’m sorry.” He spoke. His eyes were pleading with mine saying silent apologies.

“Thank you for apologizing, but I can’t forgive you right now. You make me feel like I was nothing and I’m not just going to forgive that easily. I know one day I will, but I just can’t now.” I whispered as tears threatened my eyes.

“That’s understandable, I just hope one day that we can be together again. I miss you and honestly you’re the best aspect of life.” He said with a longing gaze.

“I’m not sure about that. That might take a long time. I don’t exactly trust you.” I spoke honestly.

“Fair enough.” He sighed. I reluctantly decided that I should just rip the bandaid off. Kei was his son and as much as I hated to admit it, Tengen was honest about his apologies. That man doesn’t half ass anything. So I thought this might be the time.

“Look Tengen I-“Just as I was about to tell him the screeching voice of my child filled my ears and I knew I was fucked.

“Mama!” Kei screeched as he ran straight towards me crushing me into a hug. He nuzzled his head into my thigh and despite how nervous I was I smiled at how cute my baby was.

“We have a child.” I finished with an awkward smile. Tengen stood there stiff and unmoving which was strange for him. I had never seen him tense up like this ever and I began to regret not going home sooner.

“Mama who’s this and why is he so tall.” Kei questioned waking up to Tengen. “Hey, you okay?” He said as he poked Tengens hand.

“Ummm.” Tengen said still shocked at the fact that Kei, his son, was standing right there. Matching pink eyes and all.

“Ummm?” Kei questioned craning his head to the side. “That’s a weird name.” Kei said in disgust.

“Baby this is Tengen Uzui and he’s a hashira. And he’s also your father.” I said trying to stay as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re my dad.?” Kei asked Tengen with cute excited smile on his cubby face.

“Yeah, I guess I am kid.” Tengen whispered crouching down and pulling Kei towards him in a loving him. “I’m your dad.” Tengen cried.

I began to shed a few tears at how cute this meeting was. I felt slightly bad that I didn’t tell Tengen about our son, but I had good reasons not to. I’m just so glad that he seems to be a better and nicer man. My thoughts then came to a haunt as I noticed my sister wasn’t here nor was was neighbor that Kei likes to hang out with. Meaning he came here alone.

“Kei honey, did you walk here alone.” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

“Umm no.” He quickly said.

“Kei answer your mother honestly.” Tengen said sternly but not too much as to scare the child.

“Yeah okay I came here by myself. But I really missed you!” Kei cried quickly to defend himself

“I missed you too, but you need to wait until I get home.” I sighed looking at how adorable my son looked with a pout.

“Okay.” He said reluctantly. Smiling at my son hugging his father brought peace to me. And I then decided to do something that would bring us all together.

“Tengen, would you like to join us for dinner?” I questioned still looking at the cute scene before me.

“Absolutely I would!” He exclaimed standing up and picking up our son, swinging him in the air.

“Yay!” Kei screeched

Making eye contact with Tengen I have him a small smile. His eyes looked relaxed and happy and I’m glad that he found out about or son. He then came up to me smiling as well.

“Y/N thank you for allowing me to be with him. I will do by best to be the father he deserves and hopefully one day the man you deserve if that’s what you’d like.” He spoke

“Thank you, I’m sure you will. And for that second bit only time can tell.” I joked

“Sounds good to me. Alright shall we go?” Tengen suggested

“Yeah, I wanna show you my room!” Kei said

“I bet it’s the flashiest room ever.” Tengen said matching Kei’s energy.

“It sure is!” I exclaimed content about the situation that I was in. But I wondered something.

“Hey why are you here early?” I asked Tengen

“The master told me to come early.” He spoke

“Why?” I asked

“No idea, but something tells me this was the reason.” He spoke softly

“Maybe.” I responded shaking my head at the thought that the master was trying to play match maker again.

We walked to the house as Kei held Tengens hand as well as he could. While the adults caught up on the years and for the first time in a long time I felt happy to be near Tengen.

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[tkaulitzlvr]

Can you maybe write 2010 toms reaction and hc's for the reader being pregnant?

UNEXPECTED - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you have to tell tom some unexpected news, and his reaction isn’t what you had hoped for.

content: angst

a/n: thank you so much for the request, i am so bad at head canons so i just did a fic, i hope that’s okay!!

my hands shakily clutched at the test, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks as i hoped that somehow, my eyes were deceiving me. positive, the test reads, the eight letters staring back at me, reminding me over and over that they are very real, and i can’t back out of this.

tom and i were always careful, using protection every time we had sex to stop things like this from happening. we were young and foolish, as every 21 year old is, not ready to welcome a child of our own into the world, the thought of it scaring me so much, never thinking that it would become a reality so soon. it wasn’t that we didn’t ever want kids, but tom was constantly on tour, away from home for weeks and though i always went with him, it just wouldn’t be right to take a child with us. we had always discussed starting a family, both of us coming to the mutual conclusion that now just wasn’t the right time.

which is what terrified me even more, tom’s reaction worrying me as i just couldn’t guess what it would be. he was currently at the studio with the band, and he would be home any minute now, evening dawning over us as he had no idea of the news i was about to bring to him.

i sat on the couch, the test stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes fixed on whatever was on the tv, but my mind was elsewhere, waiting for the door to open and tom to walk through it, praying that he wouldn’t freak out. there was no time left to just hope, the door handle turning as tom steps through, baggy jacket clad to his figure, reminding me just how cold it is outside. he takes his shoes off, announcing a quick “i’m home my love”, before entering the living room, a smile appearing on his face once he sees me.

he walks towards the sofa, sitting down beside me and embracing me in a hug. my body begins to shake as i can no longer hold back the tears, tom noticing and quickly pulling away, studying my face and the sorrow etched upon it.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he replies, concerned, holding my face and kissing my forehead, attempting to wipe the tears as he awaits my response.

“you promise you won’t get mad?” i manage to let out between sobs, my words almost inaudible, yet he clearly understands what i say, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“what? why would i be mad? you can tell me anything, you know that.” he says, much more composed than i am, his heart aching to see me in this state. “now what’s wrong? please, talk to me schatz.”

my eyes meet his for the first time, bloodshot and glassy, whilst his hurriedly scan my face, the worry only increasing in his own as every second passes that i don’t confess. i can’t bring myself to say the two words “i’m pregnant”, because the second i do, it will truly become real, my mind in some twisted sort of denial, telling myself that if i don’t admit it, it will somehow go away. so, instead of saying what is wrong, i decide to show him, reaching hesitantly into my back pocket and placing the pregnancy test in his hands.

he looks downwards, finally seeing the reason why i am so upset. his body tenses up, his mouth hanging open in shock the only thing he is able to do. i cant tell if he is happy, excited, or completely angry, all i know is that he cannot believe his eyes. the tears continue to spill down my cheeks, praying that he will reassure me that everything will be okay, but the twisting feeling in my stomach provides me with the terrifying realisation that i’m not going to receive that comfort.

“please say something.” i whisper, my voice shaky as he still hasn’t moved or even looked at me, his eyes fixed on the pregnancy test in his palm of his hands.

“is this real?” he mutters, refusing to look at me, his hands trembling a little.

“it’d be a pretty fucked up joke tom.” i reply, angry at his ridiculous question but not in any position to consider causing an argument, knowing that is the last thing i need right now.

“i just- i don’t know what to say. i’m not ready for this.” he confesses, finally looking upwards as his gaze meets mine, his eyes now glazed with tears, yet he isn’t sad - i see a glare within them that cannot be mistaken for anything else but anger.

“i’m not either tom, you know this. i don’t know what to do.” i put my head in my hands, sobbing even more now, my breathing fast and irregular. my mind longs for any sort of comfort from him, even a little reassurance, a half-hearted ‘it’s gonna be okay’, even though it would be a lie, it would be the most perfect one he ever told, because it would give me a million times more consolation than i am receiving right now. but he stays silent, biting his lip, almost as if he is stopping himself from truly speaking his mind.

“i can’t do this.” he finally says, standing up and walking out of the living room, exiting the house as he closes the front door behind him with a slam.

my breathing begins to quicken, my heart rate increasing as the worst possible scenario is suddenly becoming true in front of my eyes. if me finding out that i was pregnant wasn’t enough, tom leaving only placed the cherry on my cake, a sickening sense of guilt now punching me in the gut, stabbing a knife in the wound as i begin to feel nothing but completely stupid for letting this happen, blaming it all on myself. my sobs are muffled within my hands as my head rests there, my entire body trembling as i long to be in his arms, him telling me that it would be okay, that we would get through this. instead, the cold air is my only company, leaving me in it’s icy embrace, giving me the constant reminder that i am alone.

it is this reminder that sticks with me until my eyes begin to feel heavy, my body falling into a deep sleep, providing me with a temporary distraction from reality.

warm hands. two large, warm hands are what wake me from my sleep as they caress my face gently, contrasting with the coldness of the entire house.

“love?” i hear a familiar voice whisper, finally opening my eyes to see tom kneeled beside me, his own bloodshot from crying.

“why are you here?” i ask, anger quickly filling my veins, the reminder of how quickly he left, betrayed me like it was nothing, flooding my memory.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have left like that. i was just so shocked, and i backed out, and i shouldn’t have. we can talk about this, if you’re ready to.” he softly says as i sit up, moving his hands off my face.

“you left me.” i mutter, the tears already threatening to fall. “i wanted your support, and you left me. you fucking left me when i needed you most! do you know how shitty that feels? all day, i’ve felt guilty, and i find the courage to tell you and then you fucking bail on me?”

“i know and i’m so sorry my love. i didn’t expect it, i reacted in the wrong way-”

“what you think i did expect it? you think i’ve been throwing up for the past two weeks and i wanted it to happen? do you know how hard it’s been to hide my suspicions, because i didn’t want to scare you until i knew for sure, and then you run away because you didn’t expect it? the one time, the one time i fucking need you here and you leave me.” i sob, my voice breaking as i shake my head, standing up and walking away, tom quickly following me to the kitchen where i stand, my front against the counter, head in my hands.

he says nothing, but wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his thumbs running along my stomach comfortingly, lips pressing small kisses on my shoulder as i slowly begin to calm down. we both stand in silence, tom never loosening his hold on me, finally speaking up once my breathing has slowed a little.

“i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry. you didn’t deserve that at all. i promise you, i’ll never leave you like that again, not for a second.” he whispers, turning me around so that my chest is flush against his, his arms securely around my waist.

“why did you do that tom? you have no idea how scared i am.” i say, my words slightly muffled as my head is buried into his t-shirt, my arms clinging onto his neck.

“ i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.” he keeps repeating, kissing my forehead over and over between his words, never once letting go of me.

“what are we going to do?” i sigh, appreciating the fact that we have made up, but knowing that it doesn’t change the situation or make the reality any easier to swallow.

“i don’t know baby, i don’t know. but whatever you decide, i’ll be right here, always. i promise, i’ll always be here.” he affirms, and the sincerity of his voice tells me that i can believe every single one of his words.

“i love you tom.” i say, the words slipping from my mouth naturally as they are the only ones that come to mind.

“i love you too.”

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[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 1

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Next Word Count: 1.8k Also on AO3

There is not a word to describe the overwhelming sense of anguish that invades your body as soon as you lay down on bed. The tears keep burning their way down your cheeks, unrelenting ever since you first stepped into the apartment. You blindly reach up for a pillow, hugging it close to your chest as if that could calm the emptiness consuming your heart. Even breathing is getting more and more difficult, the air not reaching your lungs as you keep sobbing uncontrollably. 

“No puedo más (I can't do this anymore)" you cry into the pillow, voice rough with sadness. Curling in on yourself as you close your eyes, the pressure that has been building up inside your chest getting to a point that is unbearable. Your fingers digging into the pillow with such force they hurt, while sobs keep your whole body.

There is no saying how many hours pass by until you finally fall asleep, cheeks sticky with tears and lips bitten raw. Finally, a moment of rest after this nightmare of a year, a streak of sleepless night broken by sheer exhaustion. 

Although you can feel yourself letting go of your consciousness, the fire in your heart does nothing but grow. Your breath picks up the pace mere seconds later as well, seemingly following the rhythm of your heart, which has started beating like it will break out of your ribcage any minute now. You try to calm yourself down, mind floating in a strange limbo that you cannot escape. What is happening? Why can’t you open your eyes? You can feel them moving behind your eyelids, trembling from the effort. Actually, you belatedly notice, it is your whole body that is shaking with tremors. You attempt turning around or moving in whichever way you can, desperately trying to get out of this half-conscious state. Still, that plan quickly backfires, every single muscle on your body is tensed up and locked on position, it hurts to even think of stretching them. 

Suddenly, a bright light starts shining with such force that you can feel it heating your face. Although your first guess is that you have slept through the whole night and the sun is finally coming to save from this awful dream, as its power keeps increasing, you realize how wrong you are. It feels like a spotlight is being pointed right at your face, the brightness so powerful that your eyes are burning even though they are closed. You seek protection under your hands, your pillow, anything, but your body is still refusing to obey your orders. 

The sounds at the back of your mind start gaining prominence as you fight to wake up. It had started as a beeping noise, but as your anxiety grows, you realize there is something else. Screams, claps, music,… 

And then, it all comes crashing. 

Your eyes forcefully open at once, blinded by sunlight and moving side to side in complete distress. There are voices and noises coming from all directions, but it is impossible for you to understand anything, the sounds echoing as if you were trapped under water. You try to move around and feel your surroundings, where is the bed? Where am I? However, before you can do as much as stretch your hand forward, something collides with your body in full force. The impact makes you lose your balance, the realization that you are actually standing up being too vague for your still woozy brain to process. A pair of arms come to envelop your body, keeping you upright and even lifting you up in the air at some point. 

The words have become clearer now that you are regaining consciousness. “That was amazing!” “A fucking P10, oh my god” “You were flying out there” the screams accompanied with irregular bangs that keep bouncing off your head. 

What is happening? 

Head filled with the worst ever case scenarios and fear flowing through your body like thunders, you break down. There is no use in standing around and politely asking who the fuck are they and how have they entered your house. Your mind is running wild with possibilities. So, with your voice coming straight from your heart and those awful feelings taking control over your body, you start screaming and trashing around like a mad woman. Feet kicking everything and everyone that dare coming close to you. 

Unexpectedly, you are released without having to put much of a fight. The sudden lack of support leaving you to fall down to your knees, legs too numb to do anything to stop it. That seems to not only surprise you, but also those around you, the yelling dying down after that. Now the only thing filling your ears is the erratic beating of your heart and the distant music. The tears do accompany you yet again, feelings swarming your mind with such force that you feel out of breath. That fight or flight mode you were hopping would save you is promptly drowned by them, a nervous attack building inside your chest so powerfully that it leaves you frozen in place. 

“Hey, calm down, it's okay” someone shushes you, a pair of hands coming to rest on top of your shoulders with such care that you do not notice them at first, too focused on trying to even out your breath. It is only when your head is suddenly pulled forward, that a panicked gasp breaks out of your lips, hands flying up to grasp at your head that feels like it is being pulled out of your body. 

But instead, what you feel is the rough scratching of fabric over your cheek and something that bumps into your nose. What-? 

That awful sensation of being underwater is instantly relieved when whatever had been covering your head slides right off it. You first thought is that someone must have put some sort of fabric over your head to restrict your vision, that this people have broken into your house and tried to get you out of the way, but when you see a light blue helmet being taken from you, you can only stare at it open mouthed. 

Your field of vision has finally been cleared up, and for better or for worse, your surroundings have also been discovered before you. The helmet is the center of it all, being held by a man dressed in a weird bright orange jumpsuit that would stand out anywhere but even more so in this situation. Who is he? His worried-filled eyes are making you feel so uncomfortable that you cannot hold his gaze for more than a second, it is like they are trying to dig into your mind and fix whatever is scaring you right this second, but how can he when he is the main culprit? 

Well, not only him, but there is also a group of at least 20 men surrounding you, all of their eyes set on your trembling form. Your anxiety increases by the second, gaze flying everywhere as the sound of your heartbeat rings on your ears. You cannot recognize this place or anyone for that matter, where are you? This is not your bedroom. What happened? 

The man in front of you claims your attention once again, his hand reaching up for your arm as his lips move without making a single noise. You want to stop him, back away and put some space between the two of you until you figure out who the fuck he is. And yet, you remain completely still, your body pulling you down like dead weight. Even the muscles on your chest seem to have been locked in place, the air stuck on your throat as your mouth gapes open. His hand comes up to cradle your face when he notices, the heat of it comforting even though his expression is filled with concern. He talks and talks, the words not registering on your woozy mind since you cannot concentrate in anything but how heavy your eyelids feel. 

The man quickly catches those signs, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to shake you out of it. He also seems to call for help, because yet another face pops into view, their expressions matching. But it is too late. 

That is the last thing you see before once again falling into the darkness. 

A sigh passes by through your parted lips, body melting into the soft bed sheets. It feels a bit too hot under the covers, the fabric sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you sleepily move around. 

Stretching your muscles feels wonderful after hours of uninterrupted sleep. The sun seems to still be down, the room drowned in complete darkness as you turn on your side to get a better hold of the pillow. Your alarm has also not rung yet which means that there is still some time to laze around. 

However, before you can get a hold of that precious sleep you have been chasing, a few knocks on the door come to wake you up. 

With a groan, you sit yourself on the middle of the bed, hands covering your face as you try to keep yourself upright. Who could be outside? It is not like you have invited someone over and forgot, right? God knows you are not in the best condition for a visit right now, did you even put your pyjamas on last night? Cannot remember.... You have not ordered anything lately either. 

Rather than giving up at the lack of response, the person outside starts banging harder on the door, the noise fully waking you up. You decide to get out of bed and attend whatever is so urgent, body screaming in disapproval as you drag yourself out of it. 

Maybe you should have noticed something was strange the second your foot stepped down into the carpeted floor, or when you knock your knee on something that definitely was not there before, but the visitor does not let your mind wander too far. The knocked ceases before you can reach the door, instead there is a strange mechanic sound and a couple of beeps followed by the door opening on its own. 

“Hey, are you awake? I wanted to let you sleep in a bit more but-” comes a man’s voice, one you have never heard in your whole live and that freezes you in place. Yet, that is not even the most surprising thing, he is somehow talking in English for some reason. 

The man has the audacity to take a peek inside the room, his eyes searching in the shadows while you are freaking out. You recognize that face, the memories come crashing as soon as his gaze meets yours and he smiles. He was there in your dream, when you fainted, dressed in white like the rest of the men surrounding you. What the hell is happening? 

Was that… real? 

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 28

Praise

A/N: aaaand all caught up again, another continuation of day 8 and 11!

Pairing: Ao'nung x Roxto x (fem) Sully reader

Warnings: threesoms, poly relationship, f x m, m x m, praise, handjob, guided smut, p in v, creampie

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You followed the path to the hidden hot springs that Ao'nung had shown you a little while ago, nestled higher in the mountains behind the village.

It's quiet. Serene. Animals around you are staring from the trees or darting off into the bushes. You're quieter on your feet, already having been used to the forest life. You cannot say the same for your partner behind you.

"I love this hotspring but damn," Ao'nung huffs, feet louder against the forest floor,"It is a hike."

You snort,"You would not survive the forest, that's for sure."

"Hey!" He chuckles, tugging the end of your tail playfully.

You roll your eyes then refocus, grinning as you see the entrance to the springs.

It's still early. The early morning sun rays are shimmering through the trees and cast a golden glow on the waters surface. It looks like a dream, really.

You're pacing forward to a more secluded area when you hear someone ahead. You turn to Ao'nung, quirking a brow in question. He shrugs, walking forward towards the sound. As you get closer, right beside your partner, you realize it's singing and the voice is familiar. With a soft grin, you hurry forward, breaking through the few bushes and not being the quietest you could've been, startling the singer in question.

Roxto jumps, turning around quickly. He's wide eyed, bare from the waist down and submerged in the water. He had been singing, his voice so so lovely and soft.

"Roxto!" You grin happily, peeling off your loincloth and quickly stepping into the water, wading over to him.

"Hello, tahni," he smiles softly, taking your hand, tugging you forward and kissing the top of your head.

You wrap your arms around his waist and burrow your face into his neck. He smells like the flowers that dangle overhead. Ao'nung comes in, cupping your lower back and pressing a soft kiss to Rotxo's temple before turning to grab some oils and flowers.

"How long have you been here for?" You ask softly, rubbing your thumbs gently into his sides.

"Didn't sleep well, so I walked here just before sunrise," his voice is soft, sleep evident in his tone.

"Ah, I'm sorry, hun," you kiss his cheek gently and hug him tighter. You lean your head on his chest and he leans his over yours.

You end up scrubbing the oils into your skin, helped by the boys and you return the favor.

After a little while, you press soft kisses up Ao'nungs spine, wrapping your arms around his waist. He leans into your hold and holds your wrists over his abs.

The water ripples behind you and you turn, watching Roxto begin to wade away towards the edge to leave and you frown.

"Roxto?" Your voice is soft,"Where are you going, tahni?"

He doesn't turn to you but responds,"Figured I would head out," he shrugs.

You pull your arms back and wade over to him quickly. Thankfully, Ao'nung is quick and tugs his friends tail to hold him still, and you circle around him with a soft but worried smile on your lips.

"What is wrong?"

He doesn't seem to be able to hold eye contact, turning his gaze away with almost a pout on his lips.

You cup his cheek and turn him to face you, staring into his eyes with unwavering fondness.

"Tahni, talk to us, please," you brush your thumb over his cheek bone. You see Ao'nung lean his chin over Roxtos shoulder, arms wrapping around his middle.

He sighs outwardly from his nose, bowing his head as he looks away. His voice is still soft, almost sad in tone,"It- I don't understand why, my head tells me that I am.. not really part of this."

You frown as he gestures to you and Ao'nung, then glance to the other metkayina. He's frowning as well, but presses a soft kiss to Rotxo's shoulder.

You cup his cheeks, leaning closer to him,"Yawne, you are ours and we are yours-" you then take one of his hands, lifting it to press a gentle kiss to his palm,"I am so sorry you have felt this way, we really want this to work, despite the challenges we know are ahead of us.."

He nods quietly, and you lean up to gently kiss him.

"You're too good for us, Rotxo.. always taking care of us after a session, always so gentle," your voice is sultry, sensual and you spot the growing blush on his cheeks.

Ao'nung pipes in, kissing over his shoulder fondly and cupping over his abs,"You're too good with everything you do, even outside the bedroom," he lightly nips the side of his neck,"And your voice- goodness, eywa blessed you."

You grin softly, then gasp as stepping closer, you feel the rigid outline of his growing erection against your stomach.

He's blushing profusely by now, quickly clenching his eyes shut and ears pinning back to his skull. He purses his lips, and you think for a moment that he may be holding his breath.

You move your hands downwards, gently, over his pecks, kissing over the muscle there, then down his sides and holding firm over his hips. Your thumbs stroke the skin there, and you trail more kisses up his neck to suck a mark at the sensitive skin below his jaw.

He breathes out a shaky moan, hand coming to grapple at your hip, the other clinging behind him at Ao'nungs upper outer thigh.

"You're so beautiful, eywa did indeed bless you," you whisper against his skin, nipping over the purplish mark.

Ao'nung trails his hands up and down Rotxos front, fingers gingerly tracing over every ridge of the muscles there. You stand on your tip toes, nosing at his cheek before managing to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He whines against your lips, kissing back weakly as your tongue slips in, invading his senses. His grip on your hip strengthens, surely to leave bruising later on.

You pull back and he huffs for breath, gaze hazy and full of lust. You spot Ao'nung lifting his head from Rotxo's shoulder, lifting his hand to angle his friends head his way before he too, kisses him deeply.

A new feeling stirs at the sight. Your two boys who held your heart. Goodness, the sight had your pussy leaking.

Ao'nung is dominate, overpowering, and his kisses reflect that. The kiss is hot, wet and claiming. Rotxo whines, hand coming up to clutch over Ao'nungs forearm and you take this moment of distraction to wrap your palm around the base of his cock.

The reaction is instant, he yanks his head back and cries out a wobbly moan as you immediately start to stroke him off.

"Can't get enough of your voice, tahni," you speak to him, tightening your hand as you stroke up towards the tip. You gaze down at his length to thumb over the head and grin as he chokes out a gasp, hips rutting his cock into your fist.

"You're doing so well for her, paskalin," Ao'nung mumbles into Rotxo's ear, kissing back down his neck again, hand then also closing in around his cock.

"Oh- mmph, please-" Rotxo pleads airily, whining before clenching his teeth.

"Please, what, baby?" You jerk him slower, teasing over the head as Ao'nung jerks the base.

He pants, gazing at you blearily,"Please, ma," a shiver rolls down your spine and you release a moan, he continues,"Make me cum."

You share a look with Ao'nung and he nods his head in the direction behind you. You nod quickly, backing up and disconnecting your hand from his cock. He groans, looking at you frantically for a brief moment before Ao'nung guides him forward to you. You lift yourself onto the ledge, leaning back slightly to spread yourself open.

Rotxo's gaze widens at this, gasping when Ao'nung once again takes hold of the base of his cock, angling him and guiding him forward.

"You're always so good to us, baby," you praise and he groans, hands grappling at anything.

Ao'nung peers over his shoulder, free hand gripping Rotxo's hip and moving him forward, cockhead pressing into your dripping pussy.

"Oh, great mother," he whines, head tilting back against Ao'nungs shoulder as he's guided forward until his hips are flush with yours.

"You see how well you fill her? How good you make her feel?"

You moan as his cock grinds perfectly into you and you gaze up, hand reaching to trace up his chest.

"You feel amazing, you fit so well," you praise more, leaning up to roll your hips down on his length and grin as he whimpers.

Ao'nung grips Rotxo's hips, dragging him back until only the tip remains inside of you, then pressing him forward to the hilt. He continues this, pressing sweet kisses over his friends shoulder and watching as he guides him in and out of you.

"So good, mmph, please-"

"Please, what, baby?"

He whines, eyes almost teary from pleasure as he gazes down at you,"Please, ma, can I cum?"

You nod quickly, trailing your hand down to rub your clit as you reach your peak, moaning as you finally cum, tightening up.

Rotxo tries to pull out, but Ao'nung doesn't allow it, pressing him into you and holding him there as he groans.

"Ah-! oh, mmph," Rotxo whines as he cums deeply into you.

You sigh in bliss, cupping his cheek,"Good boy, my baby," you coo, stroking through his hair as he slumps onto you. You grin up at Ao'nung, who leans down to press soft kisses over the boys spine.

"See how good you fit with us? You're perfect," he praises.

Rotxo pants, kissing your neck softly as he regains his breathing, nodding softly. You kiss his cheek, over and over.

"You're ours, my love."

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A/N: actually had so much fun writing this one I truly feel like if in a poly thing that Ao'nung would be swinging both ways

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@akoyaxs @vee1728

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Power Change

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: You get scolded by the Reverend Mother, but your husband doesn’t like it.

WARNINGS: Implied forced pregnancy; Reader is a member of the Bene Gesserit.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“How dare you speak to my wife like that?” Paul elevates his voice, his eyes sending daggers towards the Reverend Mother, who abstractly stares back at Paul. 

You nervously touch Paul’s arm, trying to calm him down. 

“Paul, please, don’t-” you beg, tugging his arm. He turns around, his hand coming to rest on top of your own as a signal for you to stay quiet. 

You fix the gown over your head, keeping your eyes on the floor as Paul keeps arguing.

“You have no authority to reprimand her. She’s my wife now, she’s the Empress and she bows to no one except me.” he growls.

“She’s a member of the Bene Gesserit before she is your wife.  We do not need your permission to speak to her.” the Reverend Mother narrows her eyes at Paul. He scoffs, a mad chuckle escaping his lips. 

“You were told to wait for our command before bearing a child. You’ve disobeyed our rules.” she continues, giving you a sharp look that cuts right through you.

You shiver, cowering your figure behind Paul. Your hand absently goes to your growing belly. It’s still small, but evident.

It’s not like you intend to overrule the Order’s command yet Paul forced you to. You did try to persuade him but he’s too powerful, too determined on getting an heir as soon as possible. You begged him to reconsider, not wanting to disrespect the instructions you were given but Paul didn’t care for that. 

He’s the emperor. His wishes always come true, no matter their cost. 

He knew exactly how to control you, making you lose control over all of the abilities you’ve learned with the Bene Gesserit. You’ve never felt so weak and powerless in your life. 

“However, what is done cannot be changed. But be aware that you cannot extend the Atreides bloodline further without our approval.” the older woman declares, looking at you as if Paul doesn’t exist. 

You immediately feel his body tensing up, his fist clenching and for a moment you fear for the Reverend Mother’s life. Paul never liked the Order and you know he’s at the verge of cutting them off.

The only reason why he hasn’t done that is because the Order married you to him, something that suited him just fine. 

“If you think that you can control our marriage, then you’re wrong. I’ll get my heir and many more after that. We do not bow before you and if you value your life, then you’ll stay out of our way.” Paul darkly declares, a shadow falling in his face. 

He straightens up, his height towering over the Reverend Mother as he slowly walks towards her. He stands face to face with her and you’re surprised that she’s able to conserve her usual stoic expression. 

“I’ll let this one slide in dedication to my wife, I’m aware of how much the Order means to her. But next time, I won’t be so lenient. This is a warning, consider it carefully.” his words freeze the whole room, a feeling of discomfort settles in your body when you consider his threat.

Reverend Mother’s face remains stoic but you can feel how the change of dynamic has affected her. A subtle fear emanates from her. 

She starts heading towards the door without sparing you as much as a glance, keeping her figure steady.

Your eyes trail her as you worry about this tragic encounter and its outcome.

“Reverend Moth-” you start following her, but Paul instantly grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. 

“Leave it. This discussion was long overdue, anyways. Let’s focus on our bright future instead, my love.” he says, pulling your body towards him, changing his expression to a happier one yet his eyes are still irked. 

“Paul, this isn’t right! She’s the Reverend Mother and it’s not-”

“Enough!” he snaps, raising his voice as annoyance peeks through his calm facade. “I won’t change my mind, so don’t bother trying.”

You weakly nod, your whole body trembling with fear and you try to avoid meeting his eyes. Paul notices it immediately, releasing a sigh. His hand grabs your own and he brings it to his face, gently pressing a kiss into it. A remorseful look taking over him. 

“Forgive me, my love. I didn’t wish to yell at you. But things are going to change and you have to understand that your priority needs to be us, our family.” he directs his look towards your belly. His hand caresses your small bump and the urge to slap his hand is strong.

“The only thing that matters is us and our future children.”  

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[sunlightmurdock]

The Last Word | Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

In which Jake just can’t let you have the last word.

Warnings: smut, plot if you squint, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex in an established relationship (pregnancy if u squint, arguing during sex bc Jake Seresin is a mouthy boy

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Jake furrows his eyebrows slightly. It clicks in his head all at once. He’s in the middle of an episode of the Real Housewives and you’re not sitting with him. He looks around. He’s on the couch alone. It’s easy for him to zone out when he’s really into a tv show. He’d never admit that shitty reality TV has the power to do that to him.

Something in the back of his mind tells him that the music coming from the other side of the house has been playing for a while. It’s one of those times where he has heard everything, whilst hearing none of it at the same time.

His brain is busy catching him up on the past thirty minutes that he’s been staring at the TV like a zombie.

You’re blaring passive aggressive music. Mad at my boyfriend type tracks. He can hear you shutting drawers with a little more force than normal. He squints. He feels it like a change in the wind. Something is wrong. He tries to think. What has he done — or not done — to warrant this behaviour?

He gives himself a few minutes to think. He’s stumped. It’s a Sunday, one of the rare days he doesn’t have anything going on. He figured you’d watch your show together. He isn’t sure how long ago you left the couch.

Jake pushes himself up from the couch and pads through the house until he’s standing in the doorway to your room. You’re reorganising. Sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, surrounded by various clothes and trinkets. Decluttering. This is bad. His eyes widen slightly at the bomb site your bedroom has become in the midst of your spring cleaning.

“Baby,” He speaks tenderly, still standing in the doorway. His brows are furrowed in concern, but for the most part, he just looks baffled. “Are we fighting right now?”

You look up at him. God, your poker face is good when you want it to be. For the life of him, he can’t tell what’s going on. Then, you roll your eyes and resume decluttering.

“Is it something I can fix?” He folds his arms over his chest. You glare up at him. That’s a no. “Would some absolutely filthy sex make it better?” Even. Bigger. No.

“How about some clean, mediocre sex? — Can I interest you in some of that? — I’ll call Rooster and ask him for some tips.” You don’t smile. His joke doesn’t land. He presses his lips together, folding his arms over his chest.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Baby, I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did wrong.” He sighs.

“You should know what you did wrong,” You answer. He’s glad you’re talking now. Then, you push yourself up from the floor and shove past him, “God, do I have to spell everything out for you?”

His lips part, wounded as he turns to face the direction you just went.

“Wait, what?” He follows after you. You shouldn’t have said that, he isn’t going to let this go now. “I’m so lost right now. What did I do?”

You rummage through the kitchen cabinets, your back to him as he finally catches up to you.

“Forget it.” You mutter, not bothering to look at him. It’s ridiculous trying to get him to figure it out on his own, but you really cannot be bothered to spell it out for him. You’d rather that he just left you alone.

He’s standing in the kitchen now, looking even more confused than before. He looks so stupid. It’s the middle of summer and it’s pretty warm, he’s standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxers, looking like he’s trying to solve a difficult riddle in his head. Jake likes to lounge around in his underwear on his days off — not that you’ve ever complained. Especially not when paired with the time off stubble that accompanies it.

If you weren’t so mad, you would’ve kissed that stupid pretty face all over. But you are mad, so you just glare at it instead.

“Baby, whatever it is, I can make it better. Can we please just talk about this?” Jake frowns as he reaches out to touch you. You roll your eyes and dodge him.

“You were supposed to pick up that package that I told you about last night.”

“Fuck, is that it? — I thought-“ The look on your face tells him he needs to not finish that sentence. He blinks at you, even more confused than before. “It’s just a package. I can go get it now.”

You roll your eyes and shove past him, “It’s too late now, they close at 3 on weekends.” He hates when you do that. Jake turns quickly and follows you back into the bedroom.

“You’ve been home all morning too, you could’ve—“ Again, he shuts up. You round on him. This time he takes a step back.

“You said that you’d do it.” You point out firmly, settling back down to aggressively sort through a pile of his old college t-shirts. They don’t even fit him anymore. Although you would like to see him try to fit back into a men’s medium and see the way his arms bulge out of the sleeves. Maybe some other time, when he isn’t on your last nerve.

“I will do it. I can do it tomorrow.” Jake shrugs. You throw one of the pencils on the floor at his head, missing and hitting the wall beside him.

“I didn’t want it tomorrow, I needed it today. If you’d just said you weren’t going to do it, I could’ve done it-“

Jake shakes his head, “This isn’t about the package.” He might be blonde, but maybe he isn’t as dumb as he looks. You stop talking and let out a heavy breath.

“It’s about you always making me promises that you don’t keep,” You snap. It’s a rare occasion for you to raise your voice at him, so he knows something is really getting under your skin. “You’re just full of shit!”

“Where is all of this coming from? — Why are you freaking out right now?” Jake asks, folding his arms over his chest.

“Because!” You snap, then look up at him through narrowed eyes. “Because, Jake, I need a partner who can support me — I need us to be in this together or not at all.”

“Woah!” Jake snaps back, “Not at all? — Can you calm down for five seconds? I’m all in! What more could I possibly do to prove that to you?”

You growl in frustration, realising that you’ve forgotten the marker that you wanted in the kitchen. You push yourself to your feet again and shove past him, “You could pick up the damn package when I ask you to.”

Jake turns, grabbing your wrist and stopping you before you can walk away, “Hey. That’s not nice. I’m not your lapdog.”

“Just leave me alone, Jake.” You pull yourself out of his grasp and storm towards the kitchen. You hear him following you and debate sticking your ankle out to grip him. Instead, since you do love him really, you just grab your marker and turn.

“So I’m just supposed to be at your beck and call?” Jake asks.

“No, Jake — I’ve done everything this week. Grocery shopping, cleaning, ironing, I put gas in your car, I mowed the lawn, watered the plants, I sent your mom a birthday card because you forgot—“ Jake’s eyes go wide as he realises that there are more things you could list off if you wanted to.

“I’ve been—“

You lift your palm and silence him. You’re too angry for excuses. “All I asked… was that you pick up the package.”

Jake lets you shove him again as you pass back towards your room. He stands there in the kitchen in his underwear for a moment, lips pursed as he squints at the floor tile.

He turns around and follows after you. You turn and open your mouth to yell at him to leave you alone, the breath knocked out of you as he grabs your face and kisses you hard.

“Jake — either you need to apologise right now, or you need to get off of me.”

“I’m sorry, of course I’m sorry.” Jake’s thinking with his dick. He slides a hand around to the back of your neck and crashes his mouth against you once more, nipping at your bottom lip then slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You dig your fingernails into his shoulder, gasping as he knocks you hard toward the bed and covers your body with his.

“But in my-“

“Shut up,” You look him dead in the eye, completely serious. “Fuck me and I’ll let it go, but I don’t want to hear another excuse out of your mouth, Seresin.”

He already has your shorts down by your knees, nodding his head furiously. You work with him, tugging your tank top over your head and kicking your shorts off of your ankles until you’re naked.

Jake grabs your thighs and puts them against his ears as he settles between your legs. You gasp softly as he spits, groaning softly as he watches it trail along your core. Then, he leans forward and follows the trail back up with his tongue.

You grab a handful of hair and push your hips up against him, glad that his mouth is finally busy doing something other than pissing you off. Jake grips your thighs tight, lifting his eyes to look at you as his tongue presses flat and firm against your clit, then works heavy figure eights against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You can practically feel the smugness in his movements as he feels you twitch slightly. You tug harder at his blonde locks. Jake grunts like he’s been punched, the sound sending vibrations across the most sensitive part of your body and earning a delicious moan.

His fingers squeeze around your thighs, he stops and kisses each of them before planting his mouth between your legs again, making you whimper.

As much of an airhead as Jake has been these past few weeks, you do have to admit that his skills in the bedroom have never once faltered. Jake’s always impressive, and he takes pride in being impressive in the bedroom especially.

He nudges his tongue against your entrance, nose brushing your clit as he teases you.

“Jake, now — I need you right now.”

He nips gently at your thigh, grinning as he sits back onto his knees and flips you onto your front. He kicks his boxers off into the mix of mess that’s on the floor, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your cheek down into the sheets.

Once you’re settled exactly like he wants you to be, he puts both hands on your hips and presses himself into you. You suck in a sharp breath, whimpering softly as he bottoms out and smacks your ass.

It makes you burn with anger for a moment; you can practically feel that stupid smirk on his stupid face. But then he pulls out almost completely and stills there for just a split second before he drives himself into you again.

“Oh- ah, oh my god.”

Jake slides his palm along your spine and curls it into your hair, groaning as he feels your walls adjusting to his size, squeezing around him.

“Always take me so fucking well, sweetheart.” He grunts out, tugging softly at your roots, pushing your skull harder into the mattress. You moan out, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “Even when you’re mad at me, can’t help how bad you need it, huh?”

You’re blinded by how good he feels for just a second before what he has said hits you.

“Stop talking, you asshole.” You mumble out against the sheets, “I’m not fucking arguing with you whilst you’re — shit — inside of me.”

Jake leans down and kisses your spine, snapping his hips forward with a little aggression behind it. Just something left behind pent up from what he didn’t get to say to you in the kitchen.

You settle back into it, closing your eyes. You moan his name, curling your fingers in your sheets as he pounds his hips into you. Jake loves this sound.

His head lulls back in pleasure. So good he thinks he might be seeing stars when he comes back around. But then he can’t help but thinking. He tries to stop.

Tries to let it go. Now isn’t the right time. You two can figure this out later. He should probably just apologise and forget this dumb argument. But, Jake hates losing arguments.

It’s in his DNA. His hardwiring. He really can’t help it. He doesn’t plan to say it, nor does he know exactly which stupid part of his stupid brain drives him to say,

“Actually, no, I’m not done,”

He lets out a heavy breath. You whimper nonsensically as he drives himself deep into you with a grunt. Your brows furrow as he lifts the pressure from the back of your skull, you lift your head from the sheets and look back at him. He pulls out, grabbing your hip and flipping you onto your back, “You’re gonna fucking look at me and listen.”

Your mouth falls agape. You’re on your back, chest heaving as you stare up at him.

Jake takes a moment to admire that dumb look on your face, pleased that he seems to have fucked you into being at a loss for words finally. His hands slide along your torso, cupping your breasts and groaning softly as he squeezes them in his hands.

“I love you.” There’s a level of aggression in his voice as he tells you. He slides one hand between his legs, fisting his cock a few times as he pinches your nipple with his other hand. “You know that, sweetheart.”

You’re dumbstruck. You haven’t even closed your mouth yet. You whimper softly as he lowers his head and kisses across your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking at the sensitive bud.

“Right?” You take a sharp breath as he lifts his head to look at you once more, those sharp blue eyes staring into yours. He lifts his hand and curls it around your jaw, lifting his brows expectantly. You nod. You’re nodding hurriedly, closing your mouth as you try to ground yourself.

Jake let’s out a breath, guiding his cock between your legs and sinking into you once more. You whimper, pressing your heels into the sheets as you take him in.

“Right,” He agrees, tugging you closer to him until he’s seat totally inside of you. “So tell me why,” He pauses and settles closer, kissing your lips as he begins to roll his hips against yours, “You think that I would ever — ever let you down on purpose.”

“Jake,” You growl in frustration, pushing yourself hard against him, gasping as his cock brushes deeper into you. “Fuck — can’t this fucking wait?” You complain.

He shakes his head quickly, the corner of his mouth hinting at a smile, “I can multitask. You just keep those pretty eyes on me and listen. Got it?” You nod dumbly.

He makes a soft pleasured sound as he curls his fingers around your hipbone. “I’d do anything for you. Anything in the world. I’m sorry that I’ve been forgetful recently.”

You curl you fingers around his bicep. All he’s doing is sending your earlier frustrations bubbling to the surface now that he’s bringing this up again, “Harder.”

Jake takes his hand off of your jaw and plants it into the pillow beside your head, gripping the fabric tightly as he snaps his hips forward sharply.

“Fuck!”

He groans out and swallows hard as he continues at the pace, pulling back and bottoming out over and over until your eyes are rolling back.

“I’ve been busy, we both have,” He continues, making you cry out in frustration. “I’m sorry. But I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“Jake — shut the f- Oh.” You moan against the curve of his shoulder, pressing your fingertips into his shoulder blade.

“I’ve been trying really hard to plan something and I’m — shit — not gonna lie, babe, you almost ruined it today.” Jake pants. He kisses your temple and moans your name, feeling your pussy clench around him in response.

“But I forgive you, because that’s — god — that’s what we do, right?” He turns your head so that you’re looking at him. You look so pretty when he’s fucked every sensical thought you might have right out of your head. He raises eyebrows at you expectantly. You nod.

He smiles, grabbing your jaw and pressing his mouth hard against yours. You catch the back of his neck and hold him close, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, trembling as he fucks you.

He groans into your mouth as you clench around his cock, making him pull back and breathe hard, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He murmurs against your hair, swallowing.

“I’m so close, don’t you dare fucking stop.” Jake smiles softly into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips lazily against your skin as he pounds into you. He shakes his head, groaning softly once more, “Wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

He slides one hand between your legs to stroke circles around your clit, brushing over the bundle of nerves in figure eights with his fingertips.

Jake’s fingers curl tighter into the pillow beside your head. He brushes his lips over your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” Jake repeats, his voice strained slightly as he nears closer to his high. He grunts against your earlobe. “Say it back.”

“Fuck,” You manage out, “I — ugh— oh my god, Jake.”

You arch your back off of the sheets, pushing your heels into the mattress, clawing at the back of his neck for leverage. He presses harder against you, groaning out as your nails leave streaks of red along the length of his back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jake grins. He pulls you tighter against him, pulling back to get a good look at that pretty, fucked out face as you come down from your high. You whimper from the sensitivity, sliding your fingers up into his hair. It’s slightly more grown out than normal thanks to his time off, giving you plenty of soft, sandy hair to curl your fingers into.

“Holy shit.” You gasp out, lifting your head and pressing your lips to his throat. Jake groans softly as your lips graze his stubble. He hikes your legs up higher around his waist.

“Goddamn, baby.” Jake grunts. He manages a few more hurried thrusts, white-knuckling around your hipbone before he’s spilling inside of you. He presses his lips to your cheekbone.

He rolls off of you, laying at your side and taking in heaving breaths. “How’d I get so god damn lucky?” He pants, draping an arm over his eyes. You smile as you lean over and kiss his chest, salt from his sweat glistened skin grazing your lips.

“I have no idea.” You tease as you push yourself up from the bed. You sigh as you look at the mess around the floor, stepping over a pile of books to head for the bathroom.

Jake groans as he rolls onto his front, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you.

“I meant what I said,” He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I’ve been kinda spaced out, but I love you and I’m gonna work hard to make sure that-“

“I’m more interested in that surprise you mentioned.” You tell him as you peek back around the door for a moment, then disappear again. Jake smirks. He pushes himself up and grabs his boxers, slipping back into them and crossing the room.

You look into the bathroom mirror as he moves to stand behind you, then kiss your temple. “All in good time, sweetheart.”

He watches as you bite your cheek. He scrunches his brows at you. You’re keeping something too. You’ve got a feeling yours is going to be a little more life-altering than his.

So, the next day, Jake goes and collects the package. He hands it to you without realising that it holds a drastic piece of information about his future. You wrap the gift and plan to give it to him on his anniversary. Jake has a surprise planned for your anniversary too.

He’s been planning it for months now. These past few weeks of fine details have been hell, but he can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see the ring he has picked.

You, on the other hand, are terrified of the face he’ll make when he’s presented with the custom ‘daddy’s wingman’ onesie you had made for him, that you then made him collect from the post office unknowingly.

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#jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #glen powell #top gun: maverick #hangman top gun

[vorrentis]

Reader x Jihyo - Looking Out For You (Part 3)

Part 3 and FINALE!!!

Let's get to it!

WORDS: 9842

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"..."

"..."

"...w-who...am I?" Jihyo repeated while leaning back.

You were looking around the room.

"Also, where am I?"

Jihyo gulped.

"I-it's not funny (YN)," Jihyo believed it was a joke.

A stupid joke.

"What's not funny..."

Jihyo's breathing became erratic, as she placed herself on the chair in disbelief.

She did not want to believe this.

She cannot believe this!

"(YN) please stop it..." She sounded like a child begging.

"So, am I (YN)?" You pointed at yourself as Jihyo rose her hands to the side of her head.

"No, no no no no no..." She was muttering.

"So I'm not (YN)?" You questioned as Jihyo remained still.

If things weren't bad enough, this was the worst she couldn't imagine.

"D-d-doctor...doctor!" Jihyo stood up, knocking the chair down, and went to the hall, "C-can anyone help me!?"

"What's the matter," she heard from behind as a nurse came over quickly, seeing her anguish.

"S-something's wrong!" She pointed at you, "h-he doesn't know a-anything..." Jihyo broke at the last word as the nurse nodded.

"Okay, okay, let me get his doctor, calm down and take deep breaths."

But it was on deaf ears as Jihyo kept repeating...

"H-he doesn't know...he doesn't know..."

The nurse quickly got her pager as Jihyo walked into the room, staring at you like a wonder.

"What's going on?" You asked as Jihyo remained rooted.

"..."

She wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"Mr. Park."

From behind her, the doctor's voice was heard as Jihyo pointed.

"D-doctor, h-he-"

"I know, the nurse informed me," he passed her as Jihyo stared at the two.

"C-can you do something...give him medicine or..." Jihyo was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Do you know your name?"

"I don't know, is it (YN)?" You answered.

"What about her?" He pointed at Jihyo.

You looked at her as Jihyo held her hands in front of her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't."

"Oh god...oh god no..." Jihyo held a hand over her mouth.

"Do you know your parent's name?" 

"...sorry, I don't." You answered as the doctor pursed his lips and stroked his chin and looked at Jihyo.

"Tell me what you do remember, anything," the doctor's voice sounded demanding, but nevertheless, you thought hard about what you did remember, trying to figure out yourself. 

"..."

"..."

"..."

That was the problem though. 

Your memory was blank with not a trace of memory except a few moments ago.

"...I-I don't know...I'm trying but..." you trailed off, looking at the bedsheets with fixed eyes. 

"Oh my god, oh my-d-doctor he has to know something! Can you do anything!" Jihyo was panicking as the doctor turned to her.

"The best we can do now is call his parents and give him space."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Ms. Park, but please let's step out while I inform his parents." The doctor insisted as Jihyo ultimately had to agree, though she mindlessly left the room like a zombie.

Jihyo wanted to stay and comfort you to the best of her ability and tell you everything will be okay, but her nerves kicked in as her whole body started to shake while leaving the room.

Stepping out into the hall...

"(YN)...oh god...(YN)...what have I done..." She muttered.

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The hospital lobby was a sea of unfamiliar faces, the soft hum of activity filling the air. 

Jihyo sat alone near the corridor of where she left, her fingers nervously twisting a tissue as she anxiously awaited any news about you. 

The words she had heard just moments ago echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: amnesia, unable to remember anything, including yourself.

The doctors instructed her that she wasn't able to come into the room until further notice.

'Whose (YN)?'

That kept repeating in her head.

You didn't even know yourself.

Worrying was an understatement.

Jihyo's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.

Her heart felt heavy, a mixture of fear and sadness coursing through her veins.

Guilt was crashing into her as well as all this was her doing.

She didn't know what to even think of fixing this, clinging to the tissue, her knuckles turning white as her worry intensified. 

The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. 

Jihyo's gaze remained fixed on the hospital corridor, her heart skipping a beat every time someone approached. 

She desperately hoped for a familiar face, a doctor or a nurse, to come out and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

That is until...

"(YN)! We heard he's awake! We're his parents!" she heard from behind as Jihyo turned to spot your parents, over the counter asking the receptionist.

A chill ran down her body as Jihyo couln't comprehend what they were going through.

She didn't even know if she can approach them.

"Jihyo!" She gulped as your dad spotted her and he made his way to her as the mom stayed to get some answers, "(YN), d-don't tell me it's true, does he not know us?" 

Jihyo weakly shook her head as your dad got in front of her.

"Oh no..." He uttered as Jihyo's heart, whatever was left was sweeped away from hearing and seeing him.

"Jihyo," this time your mother came over and rather than words, she came and gave Jihyo a hug, "w-what happened, they told us that (YN) has amnesia, t-that can't be right, h-he has to remember us!?"

Jihyo felt a knife go through her.

She was the cause of this.

"...I-I-"

"Mr. (LN), Mrs. (LN), please calm down."  The doctor came towards them from the hall as your parents marched to him.

"You're telling us to be calm!? My son doesn't even know us!" Your mom yelled causing the room to have eyes on them.

"I know the situation is dire, but please, follow me and all will be explained."

"What is there to explain!?" Your mother shrieked.

"(Mother's Name)," your father came at her side, "please, I know it's hard, but we have to listen to what we can do."

Your mother turned to him with a glare, but tears forming as she gave a deep sigh.

"Fine..."

"Follow me please." The doctor was unfazed at the reaction as he grown accustomed to the reactions like this.

"Jihyo, come with us please," you father asked of her as Jihyo and your parents followed him and he led him to the window of your room.

The four looked through the window as you watched the TV in the corner with some commercials airing.

"He's awake..." your mother spoke and while it should be a momentous occasion, they couldn't even have a little spirit in that.

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor began, "amnesia causes memory loss, some lose months, and some can lose decades. Your son, unfortunately, was the latter, sounds like since he was very young if he couldn't remember his own name or you two."

Your parents stiffened at the information.

"S-so...nothing?" Jihyo gulped as the three stared at you in the window. 

"Well, he's able to do normal things like walking and talking of course. Those aren't memories, more like a function of the body that we're all accustomed to." The doctor explained. "But besides that...I'm sorry,"

Each person just took that hard.

"...W-what can we do doctor?" Your dad asked with your mom hugging his side.

"As I said before when he was in a comatose state, the best approach was to be around him. The best thing is for you two to talk with him, and try to see if he can remember anything big. Vacations, family, school, and someone important to him. If not then show him something important: locations, items, pictures, whatever he may think was important in his life. Or continue to do your daily activities with him, a recurrence may trigger his mind if he does the same sequences."

Your dad nodded.

"...what if that doesn't work," Jihyo spoke up as the three turned to her, "w-what if his memory doesn't return? What then?" She asked the doc in a panic state, she couldn't live with this.

"All I can say is that it varies between people, some get them back and as blunt as it is...some are forced to start over."

Jihyo felt like she fainted.

Your dad stared in disbelief.

Your mother...

"That's it?! Start over!?"

"I know it's not-"

"No! No you can't just say start over! That's my son!" She pointed at the window, "Seventeen years we've been living with him, creating every memory and you're telling us that we have to start over!" 

"(Mother's Name)." Your dad held onto her tight as he said her name. "T-they tried everything they can. At least he's awake now. Believe me, I feel everything you're feeling right now. But we need to be calm and do whatever it takes to bring our son back. They've done everything they could to help him, now it's our turn."

Your mom just clenched her mouth as tears were dropping.

"He's strong (Mother's Name), he will remember, he'll push through."

About thirty seconds passed and your mom just took deep breaths as she looked at your dad and then back to the doctor.

"...I'm sorry."

"No apologies are necessary." The doctor said. "If anyone should be sorry it's me. You may speak to him but before you leave, we'll need to do some checkups before he's allowed to leave. If you have any questions, you have my number." He stated before making his way out to leave.

"Jihyo, do you mind us going alone." Your dad asked her as Jihyo shook her head and watched through the window at you.

Your mom and dad looked at each other, no words were spoken as they took a deep breath and went inside. 

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Thirty Minutes Later

Jihyo waited in the corridor for your parents to be done.

She didn't feel like staring at them and sat on a bench in the hall.

"Start over..."

She could have possibly ruined your family.

All because she didn't trust you.

She had her eyes shut as the amount of guilt piled up to a never-ending total.

She didn't call her parents or (FN) about you.

She needed to be alone.

"What can I do..."

Eventually...

SWING

Your parents came out as Jihyo heard and turned towards them.

"Did he remember anything?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Their gaze dropped and shook their heads. 

"We tried everything we could think of at the moment, but he doesn't remember a thing. Not even us," Your father explained as your mother's shoulders slumped with him, "like nothing. Like a total stranger,"

It was like the doctor said, you didn't feel anything.

"...I'm sorry," Jihyo stated as the two nodded, "s-should I try?"

"Go ahead," your father stated, your mother didn't say anything, "We'll uhm, inform the doctor, sorry Jihyo, it won't be as long as us. We want him to get home as soon as possible."

"I understand, I won't take too much time." Jihyo agreed and went towards the room.

She didn't even know what to think, as every emotion was attacking her mind at once.

Panic, sadness, guilt, shock...

She got near the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door, walking in and when she did, you turned from the TV to her.

"You're that girl from earlier." You said looking at her as Jihyo felt hurt from the 'girl' comment.

"...yeah, my name is Jihyo. Park Jihyo." She introduced as you nodded.

"Jihyo..." she hoped that would have caused something, "...I'm sorry, I-I don't recongize that name either. My parents or those two who were here earlier told me about you though."

"T-they did?"

"They said you were my friend, a good friend."

That stung her.

"...I-I am, uhm, may I show you some things?" You nodded while Jihyo pulled out her phone and went to the photo section.

"That's what my uh, parents did too. I also didn't know anything from that." 

"Well, maybe this can work," Jihyo prayed as you nodded, "do you remember this?" She showed a photo of you and her around the first week of school, you and her were smiling while eating lunch at your usual table.

You investigated the photo as you leaned forward to her phone.

"Sorry no." You answered as Jihyo felt pain, but she didn't stop, sliding her finger across to show a couple of more photos of you and her.

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"...I guess we are good friends," you stated as Jihyo nodded..

"Yeah..." she managed to say, even if she didn't deserve you as one.

"So you know me well then? Like them?" 

She nodded while keeping her emotions in.

"Yeah, a lot. We've been through a lot together,"

As your gaze met hers, a flicker of recognition seemed to light up your eyes.

"A lot?"

She nodded and it was a small glimmer of hope, a reminder that even amidst the uncertainty, the bond you had shared was still alive.

"A lot and no matter what (YN), I'm here for you, no matter what. We're going to work through this together, and I promise you, we'll fix this."

Your brow furrowed as you tried to grasp onto the words she was saying, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. 

"Fix this?"

Jihyo nodded, her eyes unwavering as she spoke with conviction. 

"Yes, your memories, we'll find a way to help you remember. We'll go through old photos, revisit places we used to go and talk about the moments we've shared. I won't let this amnesia beat you, not you."

Your gaze softened, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability in your eyes, regardless...your smile appeared.

The same one that Jihyo prayed for weeks to come and now, it pained her even more than seeing you slumber.

"Well, thank you, uh, Jihyo?" You said her name slowly as she nodded, "I guess I'm glad to have you as a friend," 

...and that's when she lost it.

Your smile frowned as Jihyo's expression contorted and her eyes started to blink rapidly.

"Are you-"

Jihyo then slowly came at you, hugging you softly rather than a sudden pounce once more as you recall this happening a short time back.

You heard a few deep breaths while you remained still, didn't know what to say or do as your gaze clouded with confusion and uncertainty. 

For some reason, this didn't bother you as you didn't move your arms or made any attempt to have her move.

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"...I promise you (YN)," you heard now as Jihyo pulled back from you. You saw watery substance under her eyes as she stared at you, her hands on the side of your arms, "no matter how challenging it gets, I promise you, I won't give up." you felt a squeeze on your arms, "I'll be right here by your side, guiding you through each step, holding onto the hope that we'll find a way to make you remember together."

Your lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of trust and gratitude in your eyes as you nodded at her.

"You mean that?"

Jihyo nodded emphatically, her heart filled with determination. 

"Yes, (YN). I mean every word. We're in this together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

As their eyes intertwined, a silent promise passed between them.

A promise of resilience, of unwavering support, and of the unbreakable bond they shared as Jihyo's commitment was unwavering.

She'd wanted to help you and more though this is the first wall to break down.

After, when you do remember, she'd hoped that you'd let her be at your side still.

Then she dropped her arms, but her hands went to your right hand and took yours in hers.

"I...I miss you more than you know." She muttered as you stared at her.

"..."

A few seconds after, she retreated back a few steps, staring at you for a bit till halfway in the room as she turned around and left as you watched her leave.

When she did, you looked down at your hand.

You felt strange.

"Miss me? I guess we were really good frie-hmph"

A sharp hit came to your head and your eyes closed for a few seconds as the pain was gone like that.

"W-what was that?"

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Jihyo stepped out of your hospital room, her shoulders weighed down by a mixture of frustration and concern. 

She thought you would remember something from their photos, but your memories remained elusive.

Walking down the corridor, she spotted your parents waiting anxiously. 

Their faces lit up with a mix of hope and expectation as they saw her approach but Jihyo's expression revealed the disappointment she was feeling.

"No? Not even a bit?" your mother asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Jihyo's gaze dropped momentarily before she met their eyes. 

"I'm sorry,"

Your father's shoulders slumped, and a heavy silence settled between them. 

Jihyo could see the disappointment etched on their faces, and it mirrored the frustration she felt herself.

Your mother's eyes welled up with tears, her voice quivering. 

"I can't believe it...not being able to remember us, his life, us...that bastard took him from us..."

Jihyo knew who she was talking about.

No, she didn't ask them about suing Dan, she let it be as she didn't want to be associated with him anymore.

"He got what he deserved (Mother's name), there's nothing we can do for that. Now we have to focus on (YN)."

Jihyo nodded in empathy, her heart aching for both you and your parents.

Your mother sighed heavily, his frustration evident. 

"...you're right (Father's name), we have to focus on (YN). And Jihyo,"

She reached out and gently squeezed your Jihyo's arm. 

"Thank you. We appreciate everything you've done for us to start with, but we need your help even more now."

"I'll do everything I can Mrs. (LN)," Jihyo's determination shone through as she met their eyes, hiding the true guilt she had, "I care about (YN) deeply too, and I won't stop until he's back. I promise him and you both."

Both mom and dad gave faint smiles, happy to see that you made a wonderful friend in Jihyo.

"Thank you Jihyo, we know you will, well, the doctor said that we can take (YN) after an hour of checkups. I don't think there's nothing for you to be here at the moment and after we'll be leaving to home."

Jihyo nodded.

"I understand. Can you keep me on notice too please?" She said as your parents nodded.

"We will, don't worry. We'll let you be with him after a while okay." She said as Jihyo nodded.

"Thank you. I'll see you later then," they nodded as with a final nod of reassurance, Jihyo left your parents in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.

'I can't tell them that it was me...I can't...'

"She really cares for him doesn't she?" Your mom said as they watched Jihyo leave their sight.

"Very much. I'm happy he's friends with her." 

"Me too...he'll remember right?" 

Your dad turned to his wife and wrapped his arm around her torso.

"He will (Mother's Name), he will."

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ONE DAY LATER

It had been a day since you were released from the hospital, your memory still a jumbled puzzle waiting to be pieced together. 

And now, Jihyo was standing outside your room, hoping that perhaps talking about the past could trigger something, anything, to help you remember.

She informed her parents when coming home and boy did she let the water works out as her parents comforted her, thinking the worst happened.

But when she informed them that you woke up with amnesia, they understood.

With comforting words, they were telling her that you'll pull through just like you pulled through with the coma.

It took twenty-ish minutes before she returned to her room, taking a while to begin researching what she could do with amnesia.

Turns out, there was no known cure. 

The doctor's words about being around you were the only thing she could read.

And if that is what she has to do, then she'll do it.

She'll tell every word, every story, and visit every place the two have been.

She doesn't care if it takes a thousand stories or a thousand places to make you remember even a fraction of a memory.

If that thousandth trip did it, then she'll do it again.

But now looking at your door, her mind came to what happened before.

Before she wanted to be with you and here she was, a door away from you awake.

With a determined exhale, Jihyo knocked lightly on the door before entering. 

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello?" She heard like nothing.

This would have been an average door before, but now...it took all of Jihyo's willpower.

"...(YN)? It's Jihyo, from yesterday. May I come in?"

"Oh yeah, come in."

She found you sitting on a chair in front of your desk, a laptop in front of you and a contemplative expression on your face. 

You looked up as she entered, your gaze meeting hers in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello," You waved at her as she nodded.

"Hey (YN)," Jihyo said softly, closing the door behind, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and uncertainty.

"..." It's sad to think that here you were, looking like nothing had happened and yet, everything between was gone.

You offered a faint smile, though it was clear that her presence was a puzzle to you as Jihyo walked further into the room, her heart racing. 

"What's up?" You asked as Jihyo needed to be strong.

For you.

"I wanted to be with you." She said, "Remember what I...said yesterday, I'm going to help you." 

Remember probably wasn't the right word to use now.

"I do, so what's your plan?"

"I thought we could talk about the photos I have about us more. I didn't really have a chance yesterday."

"Oh yeah we could, I was watching some movie about large animals attacking people. Supposedly it's my favorite movie." You pointed at the laptop as Jihyo came closer and gave a small smile.

"Jurassic Park, it is your favorite, I had fun watching with you a while back. We could watch it again later on?" She suggested as you nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good, so far it seems, eh though."

Jihyo at least had a smile on as hanging out with you was what she wanted to do the most before all this began.

"Well, the best parts haven't happened yet."

"I see," You shrugged and closed the laptop, and turned to her, "Guess we'll watch those together then,"

"..." Jihyo merely stared at you as you sounded emotionless.

"You okay?" You asked as Jihyo took a shaky breath.

"...sorry I'm-this reminds me of our times so I'm-..." Jihyo took a breath to relax.

"..." 

"Sorry, it hasn't been long so I shouldn't be like this," Jihyo explained as you frowned.

"...I'm sorry too."

Jihyo heard and it hurt her to hear you say that.

"I'm sorry I can't remember anything quickly, believe me, I'm trying but-"

"Don't say you're sorry for that," Jihyo countered quickly, "I can't understand what you're going through, but I know you're trying your best, you always do in everything (YN)."

You gave a quick smile at her, but it turned flat.

"Hopefully, but now we have all the time to hang out like before. I mean I may not know anything, but just from now I can tell you're a pretty nice person, I wouldn't mind being with you more." You stated as this time Jihyo gave a quick smile as well.

'Even with his memory gone, he's still the same (YN)...but if he really knew...'

"Thank you, same to you (YN), you're everything great. Really, I'm not just saying that, you really are a great guy to be with," you nodded in appreciation, "we'll figure things out later, for now I'd just want to talk,"

"Sure, let's sit then?" you pointed at the bed as Jihyo didn't have anywhere else to sit.

She nodded and joined you as you two sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, how was yesterday coming home and staying here? Were you scared?" 

You shook your head.

"No, my parents are treating me nice so there wasn't anything to be scared about. I didn't feel worried at all."

"Well that's good, your parents are nice people too."

"Yeah, they are. They were showing me a lot of things yesterday, but, yeah."

"Well that's okay, it's one day, we'll keep trying," you nodded, "so I saved everything that we did together in my laptop," Jihyo removed a backpack she had on and pulled a laptop from it, but turned to you, "you do know what a laptop is right?"

"Not really, my mom told me about that one," you pointed at the one on the laptop, "i guess it shows all sorts of stuff. There was this site called Youtube that had a lot of vidoes to show, she showed me who I followed and watched them this morning."

"...oh," Jihyo couldn't even comprehend that, she didn't think you'd lost general stuff like that, if that's the case, did you knew about phones? Cars? She'd hoped it wasn't that bad. "well, it's mainly a electronic that can give you information on just about anything, videos and shows and well a whole lot of things. It's pretty easy to use."

"Yeah, maybe you can show me?"

Jihyo nodded, but concerned was on her mind as if you didn't know this, it'll be like a whole new world for you.

"Yeah, but for now, pictures," you nodded as Jihyo went to her image gallery and had a set of photos ready before coming here.

"These were taken during our trip to a lake."

"Lake?"

"Yeah, there's a lake not too far and you wanted to show me because it reminded me of an old time."

You nodded as your gaze shifted to the photograph, your expression contemplative. 

You stared at the image, your brows furrowing as you attempted to conjure up any hint of memory.

Jihyo's heart went out to you, her voice softening. "Don't try to think too hard, take it slow. Look at the photos, and I'll tell you what happened that day."

You nodded as one pic at a time, she explained that particular day.

Her words painted a vivid picture of their laughter, the feel of water at their feet at the shore, and the sound of wilderness around. 

She showed the impromptu skipping stone competition they had, the way they had raced each other to the water's edge, fishing with a kit that you borrowed from your dad, and the way they had watched the sunset together till they left.

It was a top-tier day for Jihyo.

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on the photograph as if hoping that Jihyo's words would spark a connection.  

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo watched you closely, her heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and hope. 

She knew that helping you remember wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do whatever it took to fix that bridge.

"...sorry. I should know this."

Jihyo reached out and placed her hand on yours, her touch gentle and reassuring. 

"It's okay, I'm not rushing you, it's your pace. I know it's not easy, but you're not alone in this (YN). We'll figure it out together. I'll help anyway I can."

As you looked into Jihyo's eyes, a sense of comfort washed over you. 

Her presence, her determination to help you remember, was a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty. 

Maybe, just maybe, with her by your side, you could weave forgotten memories and find your way back to the person you-

"Argh!" You held your head in your hands, pulling from Jihyo's as Jihyo immediately panicked, putting the laptop aside and kneeled in front of you.

"(YN)?! Hey!? A-are you okay!?"

As you held your head...

SQQUUUEEEKKKK CRASH

Wee woo...Wee woo...Wee woo...

THUMP THUMP

'Car...Blood...Head.'

Loud sounds and a voice were heard, someone you didn't recognize as you winced for a few seconds before the pain disapparated.

You opened your eyes slowly and spotted Jihyo's concerned look right in front of you, inches away.

"You okay?" You nodded slowly, "w-what happened?"

"I-I had a sudden pain in my head and...it's gone now," You informed as Jihyo looked at the top of your head.

"S-should I call the doctor? Your parents?"

"No, I'm good, really."

"...I-okay, are you sure you're okay," you nodded, but Jihyo didn't let her tension go.

"Yeah, but it's strange, I heard this sound and a voice." Jihyo rose her brows, "the sound was like something broke and I heard three words: 'car, head, and blood' w-what could those mean?" You questioned Jihyo as she looked away.

"Car, hea-" she turned to you, "have your parents told you of what happened to you?"

"Not much, just that something happened and-that's what those are?"

"I'm pretty sure, can you remember anything now?"

"..." You gave a blank stare.

"..."

"..."

You shook your head.

"Sorry, I-I don't-"

"Don't be, it's okay, don't think too hard after that jolt." Jihyo informed as you nodded, "Listen, I'm gonna tell your parents okay," then she gave a soft smile, "Maybe our talks actually worked." Jihyo's spirits, despite you getting hurt, increased slightly there.

"But it wasn't like yesterday though."

Jihyo's interest rose immensely.

"Yesterday? It happened too?" Jihyo questioned as you nodded, "Tell me."

"I didn't hear words that time, just a sharp pain like this one and it happened after you left. I was thinking of you and it just came."

'Thinking of...'

"About what?"

"About how we probably became friends and it happened. That's it. But nothing else."

"...so, me too? Right now?" She asked.

You nodded.

"...I'm gonna go tell your parents." You nodded as Jihyo stood up, "don't think of anything else while I'm gone, or if it happens again, tell me right away when I come back," she instructed as you nodded.

She hurried and left the room and you sat there looking forward.

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"And it happened twice with you?" Mom asked as Jihyo nodded.

"And he remembered those words specifically?" Dad stepped forward as Jihyo turned to him.

"I think because it's the most recent before he went into a coma. Remember the doctor said that he went it during the ride to the ER," Jihyo hypothesized as Mom sighed.

"I'll call the doc." Dad went to get his phone from the kitchen as your mother licked her lips.

"But how can he remember that though?" She questioned.

"At least it's something Mrs. (LN)." Jihyo responded.

"No, you're right, I-I should be happy, but, we've been showing him childhood films and photos and stories and nothing clicked for him, but he remembers the day he got injured? That's not a day I want him to remember."

"I know, me neither, let's hear what the doctor says," your mom nodded to her idea and it was a couple of minutes before...

"Okay, they're on speaker," your dad came in and held his phone in between the three.

"So he remembered specific words?" The doctor's voice was heard.

"Yes, 'Car, blood and head,' I think it's what you talked about during his ride to the ER," Jihyo informed him.

"It's his diagnosis. The staff was alerting us here of what to expect."

"But why those words doctor? Till now we've been showing him his childhood memories of shows and movies and pictures and nothing, but yet now?"

"Well, it could be since it was the most recent before his comatose state that he probably could remember those days easier. Tell me, was there something that could have been a trigger? What could you have been talking about during the two conversations?"

"It was me, he was thinking about me and he felt these sharp headaches in his head, once yesterday and just now, but this time was the words," Jihyo explained.

"Well, it's early to tell, but I think Ms. Park could be a key figure in this."

Your parents looked at Jihyo.

"Me?"

"Well early to tell as I said, but you could be the trigger that brings back the most recent memories. I noticed you were here with him daily as well, so it's safe to assume that you're a very close friend?"

"Uhm, well not for long, just three months," Jihyo stated.

"Anyhow, it seems that you and he have developed a, and if you don't mind me saying this, a strong connection that Mr. (LN) apparently reacts to. Now I'm not saying that his parents aren't important, but for Mr. (LN), it could be that more fresher memories are more likely to get triggered than the old, it's not well known but it does tend to be that way."

"So we should start with the most recent then?" Your mom asked.

"Add that with what you're doing, along with Ms. Park's assistance I'm sure (YN) will be able to recall something in a bit."

"But what if he only remembers up to a certain point doctor?" Dad spoke up this time, "Just those three months of him and Jihyo?"

"Well, that could be a possibility, or it could be a trail to lead to older ones, like a coma it varies between people, it's Mr. (LN)'s mind, there's nothing scientific or medical that we can do to have him recover those."

The three looked at one another.

"I guess it makes sense, but doctor, are these sudden pains bad?" Mom asked.

"It's not unheard of, people struggle with traumatic memories in particular since they're intense and they take control of our whole bodies. They can be visual flashbacks that cause us to feel physically ill and cause us to experience headaches, profuse sweating, stomach aches, and feel weak. I'm sure the accident he had will cause these pains, but should only be for a while. If it does continue, I would suggest coming here for a check-up."

The three exchanged some worried looks.

"Alright, thank you doctor."

"Of course, any other questions."

The three looked at another as your dad shrugged.

"No," Mom answered.

"Alright, well I must be off then, if you have any questions, contact me and I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks doctor," "Thank you," "Bye,"

DING

And your dad hung up as the two turned to Jihyo.

"Well, at least he showed some sign." Dad said as your mother nodded.

"Jihyo, I know it's a lot to ask, but-"

"Say no more Mrs. (LN), I'll be with him every step of the way,"

"Thank you," she spoke and then turned behind Jihyo, "let's go talk to (YN) about this," Jihyo nodded as the 

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ONE WEEK LATER

"(YN)? Are you hungry?" Jihyo asked. "What about something to drink? I don't mind getting something for you."

You shook your head, "I'm still fine Jihyo. Thank you."

"Alright but don't be afraid to tell me, I'm here for you."

Currently, you and Jihyo were at the mall.

It's been a week since you left the hospital and you've remembered a couple of things through your head hurting.

While still alarming and concerned, Jihyo and your parents found that the doctor may have been right as both moments of you were in Jihyo's presence.

Thought it was only words of conversations you both had, nothing too major like their argument, but smaller hearings like everyday chatter.

While all were minor, your parents and Jihyo were happy that it was a start.

Hopefully, Jihyo can make you remember something major herself so today was a visit to the mall.

While it may be easier to start fresh, that isn't how she wanted it.

Not a chance.

She didn't want to create new memories with you. She wanted the old ones back, the ones that made them friends since.

True to her word, Jihyo has been spending time with you every day.

Once she got the word that she can hang with you, every day after school she would go straight to her home only to leave an hour later to your home. 

Your parents didn't send you to school as they wanted to get a footing on you remembering first, worried that the students might just bug or ask many questions about you. 

For now, it was just the parents, Jihyo, and (FN) that should worry about this. 

She would just do whatever to pass the time with you just like the times before, there wasn't a moment where both weren't doing anything.

You just went along with everything she had to offer.

Jihyo brought you here to the mall today to see if you would remember anything at all for her, this was the usual hangout for you and her, walking down the mall, looking through each window. 

Both hadn't bought anything, but she just wanted to walk with you, to see if you walking around might give help.

Thought that wasn't the case for you.

Around the first days, you were a bit uncomfortable with her, but as the days went by, you enjoyed Jihyo's company for some reason. 

You can't explain it, but if felt...natural to you. 

You just stared at her as she walked and wondered...what exactly is your relationship with her, she said you were friends, yeah, but she kept on trying to help you each day.

"So how have you been?" She said out of nowhere.

"I've been well." She nodded.

"That's nice, did you remember anything yesterday?"

You shook your head. 

"Sorry."

"It's fine (YN). Let's see, how about we go there, but I need to use the restroom quickly." She asked.

"Okay." You said. 

She then grabbed your hand and dragged you along the way into a hallway where there were two doors.

As she held your hand you stared it entangled with yours and had a...feeling to it. 

"Just wait (YN), I'll be quick." She said, cutting your thought as she let go.

"Sure." You said as she went inside. 

A minute passed and as she was washing her hands, she got a buzz from her phone from her pocket and after drying her hands saw a text from your mom asking how everything is going. 

The reason she was texting her was that you didn't have your phone, they couldn't find it on you since the crash.

She replied with everything is doing okay and was met with more questions from her as she left the restroom.

"Sorry (YN) I-(YN)?" You were nowhere to be found.

"(YN)? (YN)!" Jihyo was panicking as she looked down the hall. She didn't see you anywhere.

She then went and opened the door to the man's restroom, but she didn't step in as she yelled out your name to which no answer.

She then rushed out of the hall and onto the main mall section and kept looking left and right.

"(YN)!" She shouted, ignoring the people around her glancing at her.

She kept pacing around, seeing to where you might have gone, fast walking to the left, she didn't know where to go.

"Excuse me?" She turned to three teens, "have you seen a someone who has (your characteristics)?"

She asked in a hurry but the three shook their heads as Jihyo didn't reply but went the other way.

"No no no, I knew I should have-" her eyes landed on someone's back at a stall in the middle talking to a man, "(YN)?!"

Upon hearing, the person turned and you looked at her.

"Jihyo?"

She ran at you and wrapped her arms around you as you couldn't do anything, but let her do so as your arms were trapped as well.

You tumbled a bit as Jihyo  let go after a bit and looked at you.

"Why would you leave? I told you to stay." 

"I wanted to-" you pointed at the wares of jewelry-

"No, you should have waited for me (YN)! Walking by yourself is dangerous, no matter how far!" Jihyo explained in high tone, making you frown. 

"..."

"Miss, I don't understand what's going on, but there's no need to get upset at him," the stall owner tried to lessen the tension of Jihyo.

She turned to the gentleman, and hearing his words, she eyed you and let out a silent breath.

"Come here," she held your hand and pulled you away from the stall and towards the other side of the hall, the wall of the mall and turned to you, "I'm sorry about raising my voice, I got really worried that you just walked away."

You nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, I only went there because I wanted to get you something."

Jihyo tilted her head back.

"Me?" She asked as you nodded slowly.

"For what you've been doing for me, for your troubles. I didn't think I went far, it was just-sorry," You apologized once more as Jihyo's shoulders fell slightly.

Still in a hand hold, she rose both hands up and pressed her other hand on the other side of yours, trapping your lone in both of hers.

"No. Don't be sorry (YN). That's very kind of you, but please don't go anywhere without me. If you need something at all (YN), or want to go somewhere, just tell me. I don't mind going anywhere you want or anything you want to do, okay?" Jihyo spoke softly to you while you smiled and nodded, "and when you said 'for my troubles' I would never think that, never. And you don't have to get me anything, being with you is all I need (YN)."

She gave a lovely smile to finish her mini speech while your smile increased at each word with you nodding at the end. 

"Alright, I'm-argh!"

You free hand went to your head as your trapped hand tried, but was trapped between Jihyo's hands, which were pulled just slight.

"(YN)!?" she knew you had to be remembering, "I-I'm here, I'm here," she squeezed your hand more, "I know it hurts, but it'll go away," she hated seeing your expression of pain while she couldn't anything.

As your eyes winced, you were seeing several images, mostly it was all Jihyo in one spot.

'First time eating...'

 'Favorite place...'

'Pretty cozy...'

'The shakes are my favorite...'

'Let's go for another...'

After ten seconds or so, your eyes opened slowly as you groaned just slight, your attention at Jihyo's concerned ones.

"You okay?" She asked quickly as you nodded slowly, "okay, just relax and when you're ready tell me what you heard."

"...I-I saw you," you didn't take a moment to answer as Jihyo's lips parted.

"S-saw? You mean you didn't just hear?" 

"Y-yeah, we were both sitting somewhere and-...(Restaurant Name)..."

"(Restaurant Name)!" You jumped a bit to Jihyo's sudden yell, "I told you about that place! We go there almost every weekend, that's your favorite diner. I was going to take you after this!"

"...that's right, I get the vanilla chocolate and you get cherry?" You guessed as Jihyo nodded quickly.

"Y-Yes, that's our usual!" 

Jihyo let out a blissful sigh, smiling largely and couldn't help but get a bit emotional.

"You remembered...you remembered something (YN)..." 

"I-I did, but was it because you told me about the place and-"

"No, you remembered, that's all that matters, I'm proud of you (YN)," a small smile formed as you nodded, "h-how about we go there now, maybe you'll remember even more," Jihyo was filled with newfound energy and passion.

It worked.

She helped you remember even more and it looks like it's evolving to images now.

And something nice this time.

"O-okay,"

"Then let's go,"

Jihyo nodded and went to your side, wrapping her arm around yours, hand in hand and she led you towards the exit and quickly to (Restaurant Name).

"I remembered something..." you muttered as Jihyo heard, turned and smiled at you.

"You did (YN) and hopefully soon, everything," though some parts Jihyo hoped you didn't remember.

"Hopefully...thank you Jihyo, really."

"It's no problem (YN), I told you I'd be there for you."

"Still...also, with what you said a bit ago Jihyo, I enjoy being with you too." You repeated and Jihyo, well, her heart was racing.

Her face lit up as her smile grew and she wrapped your arm tighter, leaning into your shoulder to tighten the bond.

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THE NEXT DAY

DING DONG

Jihyo rang the door bell of your home.

After leaving school, she was greatly excited to spend time with you more.

Today she was hoping for another great day and hopefully more results.

SQUEAK

The door opened to reveal your mother.

"Hi Mrs. (Last Name), how are you?" Jihyo asked, but...

"..."

Jihyo's smile lowered with each second.

"Mrs. (Last Name)?"

"Is there something you'd like to tell me Jihyo?" She asked in a rather cold tone as Jihyo didn't know what was going on.

"Uhm, I don't know."

"Because (FN)'s parents came this morning," Jihyo's body froze, "and I was informed of what (FN) told them last night, that (YN) was at his place. That's when they gave me this," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone.

Your phone.

Right then and there, Jihyo felt her heart bursting with fear.

"(FN) had it this whole time and I figured it was best to give it to him, but before I did, I looked at it myself and I found some interesting messages."

Jihyo's shoulders fell and her stomach felt ill.

"Is it true? Were you were the reason why he left?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...yes."

"Come in and sit, I want to talk," your mom sidestepped as Jihyo stepped in your home, sitting in living room couch.

To say that Jihyo's heart was pounding in anxiety was an understatement.

She was mortified at what was to come, her mind shutting down as she trembled in fear.

As your mother sat down next to her...

"Tell me everything, I want to hear your story." She asked in a rather same tone.

Jihyo turned to her.

"...Mrs. (Last-"

"No, tell me."

Jihyo gulped and nodded.

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TEN MINTUES LATER

"-...that's why he was in the hospital."

Jihyo proceeded to tell everything, from the moment she started dating Dan to everything she said to him about the accusations of cheating, even telling her about the voicemail she left and even (FN)'s side of the story when you were there.

Your mother took in her story as Jihyo didn't feel at ease, even with confessing.

"...were you planning on telling me this?" She questioned

"I knew I had to soon. I am so sorry, it's not enough, I know. But I want to help (YN) out and then...I'll be gone. I promise I won't see him anymore and stay away from him."

"I read and heard your voice mails Jihyo," she then gazed at Jihyo who was hunched, "did you really miss him that much?" She asked.

Jihyo figured to answer with the fullest of truths.

"I couldn't do anything without him. I've spent every day, since he was missing, just thinking about him." Jihyo answered sincerely.

"Then answer me truthfully," your mother asked, "do you love him?"

"..."

"..."

That got her off guard.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...I-I do."

"Only after you caught this Dan guy?" She rebutted.

"..."

"Only after you realized that (YN) was right?"

"N-no I-"

"Because if you truly loved (YN)...then you shouldn't have hurt him, you shouldn't have dated that Dan, and you should have known that (YN) was only looking out for you."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo had her eyes sealed at that point.

"I know...you're right. I can't lie about that. I was so stupid. I know I can't take back what I said, I can't take back what I did...the only thing I can do now is to help (YN). Looking back, I don't know why I was with Dan, I truly don't anymore, because he means nothing to me...(YN) is everything that Dan's not...he's everything to me. He's been there for me since my first day here. He didn't even know my name and he was helping me out. Every day since then he's gone out of his way to aid me in studies, the language and shown the town around for me. And I can't help, but regret what I've done to (YN). But right now, I will do whatever I can to help him...not just because of what I did, but of what he's done for me."

Your mom continued to stare at Jihyo.

"And I promise, once that he remembers everything, I will leave him alone forever...so that he wouldn't get hurt-"

"No."

Jihyo looked up.

"Why would I want you to leave him? (YN) has been telling us about you, about everything that he's done with you before the incident. He wasn't afraid to give out details, but I could tell that he had something for you and that perhaps you for him if you kept on hanging out with him constantly as well, until Dan."

Jihyo flinched.

"Now I don't know how you got involved with Dan, but none of that matters anymore according to your speech...and you've been seeing (YN) every day since the accident and been helping him so much, that I believe you when you said that you regret it. So promise me that you'll never break his heart again."

Jihyo shook her head.

"I promise, never again." Jihyo said at once.

"And are you doing all this because it's your mess or because you truly care for him?"

"I truly care for him."

"Now let me ask again. Do you love (YN)?"

Jihyo nodded once.

"I do. From the bottom of my heart."

Your mom nodded slowly.

"Then that settles it."

Jihyo felt a ton fell of her, she admitted her feelings about-

"I trust you you'll make (YN) happy as you've made him before. And I want (YN) to hear it again. If you're that important to him, then maybe, maybe it'll trigger something."

Jihyo nodded.

"So...are we okay?" She asked.

"We're okay Jihyo. Everything is okay between us. I understand what happened, but at least (YN) is here with us. Don't worry. Now go see him."

Jihyo nodded and went towards your room, leaving your mom staring as she left.

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KNOCK KNOCK

You opened the door to see Jihyo standing there.

"Hi." You said.

She gulped and looked at you.

"(YN)...I want you to hear something." She said.

"Okay, what is it?" 

"You might want to sit."

You did so on your bed and she sat near you.

"I don't know your reaction to this, but maybe it'll bring something."

She then put it on speaker and brought it near you.

"Just listen."

You sat upright and prepared to listen.

(YN)

I know you don't want to hear me or probably even see me. Not after what I've done to you.

You were right. You were right this whole time. I caught him too. I should have listened to you, but I was so stupid and blinded by some stupid emotions and...that's no excuse I know, but I don't know what else I can say.

'Its Jihyo, but wh-'  

"Hmm..."

You then grasped your head with the your right hand as it started to hurt.

"K-keep listening (YN)." Jihyo said, but she didn't like that she was forcing you.

...you know Dan right...

...in a relationship...

...personally make you suffer...

I know you hate me now and I don't blame you. Eerything we've done together and I threw it away, destroyed what we have that I need back.

You said you'd love me and I hurt you instead.

...why can't you understand (YN) that he loves me and I love him...

...you're trying to break us up so badly because you're in love with me...

...I would chose him over you...

Your head was hurting even more as the voice of Jihyo was increasing.

Jihyo watched and winced.

What I said to you, sorry isn't good enough, it was cruel of me to say so after you confessed and I can't make you forget hearing that. 

I can't even think about how painful it was and I know I can't apologize for it.

Your head thumped with every phrase, visions started to appear left and right as you shut your eyes and grasped onto your head.

...I'm sorry Jihyo...

...I was only trying to look out for you...

...take care Jihyo... 

"I know it hurts (YN), but keep listening, try to endure it." Jihyo said as she held the phone to your ear to aid you.

But if you are hearing this, please. I'm begging you to come back home. I need you. I need to see you. I need to hear you, be with you, talk with you, anything with you.

I want to make things up, no matter how long it'll take I want to make up for what I said.

Even if you just want to come and shout at me for my stupidity and being the ungrateful friend that I am. 

I don't care, I deserve every word if it means that you'll come back to me

(YN), please, I need you now more than ever

Images of Jihyo popped into your head as you heard each sentence and you-

"E-Enough!" 

Jihyo dropped the phone on the bed while you were holding your head as the memories of you and her were coming in. 

You grunted as Jihyo watched you in pain, coming closer, it looked worse than the other times.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Jihyo kept saying with her hands on her chest.

You were huffing at the pain in your head, but it was getting over slowly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...J-Jihyo?"

"..." She kept her eyes on you, not replying.

"I-...r-remember...alot..."

"..." She was afraid to ask.

"I-I remember...what happened...it's coming back..."

You looked at it as you recall her message.

"Do you mean it...everything you said on the message?" You asked her.

Once again, tears are coming down her cheeks.

"Yes, I mean everything (YN)...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She said repeatedly as she stood there, "please. Please forgive me (YN). I didn't mean what I said..." She kept wailing as she said whatever she could.

"Jihyo-" 

"You were completely right (YN), I was stupid!"

"Jihyo-"

"I-I should have listened to you!"

"Ji-"

"You mean everything to me! I never meant to-"

"JIHYO!"

Jihyo straightened up after hearing your shout.

"Enough, stop it. Don't blame yourself for that."

Jihyo looked back down.

"But I hurt you. I said what I said, I made you crash and you forgot everything and-...I-I'm s-sorr-" She stopped talking and now was crying.

What she didn't expect was you stepping closer and hugging her.

But Jihyo brought herself into your chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept saying as you cocooned her in your arms, not saying anything till she stopped, when? 

You didn't know.

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Five minutes have passed still and Jihyo sobs turned into sniffles.

She stopped apologizing a minute in and you kept on soothing her.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...better?" You asked as Jihyo nodded slowly, "good," you pulled away from her as Jihyo looked up with her stingy eyes, "I don't blame you for anything Jihyo, I really don't."

"But-"

"But nothing, what happened happened, but what matters is what happens now and later. There's nothing we can do about the past. Nothing."

Jihyo felt a mix of relief and confusion. 

She had expected anger, resentment, or at least some frustration from you. 

Instead, you were being remarkably understanding.

"But," she continued, "I feel responsible. I wish I could undo it all. I was freaking out that you would be gone from my life (YN). Since I got here you were there for everything, helping me whenever you can and for that I am grateful. You're nothing like him (YN), you're everything he's not...you're everything to me." She was repeating the same she said to your mom as you smiled down at her, "I know I can't take back what I said, but I want us (YN) to happen...I love you." You smiled in return, "I love you (YN)...I truly do. I know I don't deserve you, but-hmph"

Jihyo stopped talking because you brought yourself down to her lips, pressing yours onto hers as Jihyo was in another world.

It felt like time stood still. 

It was as if all the stars in the universe had converged in that single moment. 

She felt a rush of warmth and butterflies in her stomach, and a profound sense of connection with you. 

It was a kiss filled with a depth of feeling that words couldn't express.

As they pulled away, their eyes still locked...

"And I love you too Jihyo. No matter what you say or do won't ever, EVER, change that. Got it?"

Jihyo felt like crying again, not of sadness, but happiness as she nodded, her smile forming into a goofy state.

"Y-yeah, I-I love you, (YN). I will always love you."

"Then, Park Jihyo, would you like to go out with me?" 

Jihyo reached up and her arms were around your neck.

"I would love to. And I promise (YN) I will help you remember everything else."

"That would be nice." You joked as Jihyo smiled and in a sudden, she pulled you to her and the two of you kissed you again as you pulled her into your body, arms were bringing each other closer.

And Jihyo's heart felt light.

She knew that this kiss was just the beginning of something beautiful.

She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensation of being loved and cherished by someone who meant so much to her.

It was a moment she would treasure forever.

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That's that.

So...the ending probably sucked. I went and revised it about four times now and the other endings weren't that great either. Just went with this one with the images of Jihyo, I even made it to look like the actual things that she said.

So hopefully everyone is happy about this one

Please comment if this final part was okay. Was it bad, was it ehh? Please I would like to know. I don't care how bad the comment is, just wanting to know.

Thanks for taking a pause in your life to reading this. Vote/Comment if you want. And thanks again.

#jihyo x reader #park jihyo #twice jihyo

[dira333]

Hate to love you - Reo Mikage x Reader

A/N: Yes, I've started watching Blue Lock (again) and despite the fact that Gagamaru and Bachira are my clear favorites, Reo wouldn't leave me alone.

Enemies to lovers (kinda) - College AU - slight angst to fluff

“Reo Mikage is obviously an asshole.” 

Reo stops in his tracks. The voice sounds familiar, even though he can’t properly place it. Whoever’s so sure of his character, is hidden from his eyes behind a giant monstrosity of a fake plant.

Someone else chokes. “Y/N, you can’t… you can’t say it like that!”

“Why not? You know how I think about people who seem perfect. There has to be something wrong with him.”

“He could just be perfect.”

“Nah. I call bullshit.”

There’s a small smile playing around Reo’s lips as his mind supplies a picture of your face.

You always sit a few rows behind him and from what he’s heard, you’re just a few points behind him on assignments. You’re also the teacher’s clear favorite. Well, next to him.

“You could just admit that he’s too hot for his own good and get it over with.” Your friend says and you snort.

“Oh I can admit that he’s attractive, allright.” You say and Reo chooses that exact moment to step out from behind the plant and wave his hand with an exaggerated smile.

“You talking about me?”

Your friend chokes on her drink. 

You, on the other hand, don’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

Instead, you glare at him, showing him the same face he’s always granted when you’re aware of his presence - as if you’ve just smelled something really awful.

“Eavesdropping is rude.” You point out and he smirks.

“So is calling someone an asshole.”

“Only if they don’t deserve it.”

“Ah well-” He starts with a lazy smile only for a lanky arm to pull him down.

“There you are!” Bachira singsongs. “We’ve been looking for you. Come on!” He starts pulling him away before he stops talking.

“Bye Y/N” Bachira manages to turn halfway to send you a wide smile and a wave and you wave back, smiling just as brightly. 

Huh, Reo thinks, you like Bachira?

-

The Itoshi brothers might not get along, but they certainly know how to throw parties, Reo thinks as he pours himself another drink. The bar is expertly filled, but most people turn towards the - probably awful tasing - Punch in the middle of the kitchen.

As he starts mixing something for Nagi - his friend hadn’t explicitly asked for a drink, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before he came whining - he spots you.

Interesting, he thinks to himself, and stops what he’s doing to follow your figure with his eyes.

You’re not a usual in this crowd, at least he hasn’t seen you around often enough.

And he’s gotten a lot more attentive to you in the last few days and weeks, even if he’d deny it to anyone asking.

Just las week Horikoshi-sensei had pulled your assignment out and read it aloud to the class, calling it an exemplary work. The smirk you’d thrown Reo is still burned into his mind.

Just outside the kitchen, you step to the side and for one horrible wonderful moment, he can see you perfectly. You’re wearing something casual, loose fitting hoodie swallowing your frame in a way that leaves his mouth dry.

Goddamit, Reo thinks as he feels the clear Zing of attraction zipping through him. That’s not how this is supposed to go.

-

“Did you bribe the Professor?”

Reo looks up from his books. He’s not often in the library, but this assignment is kicking his ass and he cannot focus at home. 

Okay, and maybe he came here knowing you’re a regular at the library. But that’s only for him to know and feel weird about.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He offers with a smile. You eye him like he’s a bomb, about to go off any second.

“The new assignments are in.” You huff, pulling the chair out from the other side of his table. 

His heart leaps at the possibility of you coming closer, only to miss a beat when you lean forward, the clean scent of your shampoo washing over him.

“So? What about them?”

“It’s partner work. And we got assigned together.”

“Why would I bribe the professor for that result?” He asks, trying to get you out of the shell you’ve build. You squint your eyes at him and something weird, and new, moves over your face.

“Forget it.” You say. “When do you wanna work on it? I’m sure you’ve got more than enough to do with Soccer and everything.”

“I’ll make the time for you.” He says, satisfaction curling in his stomach when he can see you swallow thickly at his words.

Something has changed in your bickering, even though he can’t put his finger on when it started, he can almost taste the tension in the air.

Have you started feeling the same way as him?

-

“You and Nagi…?” You start before shaking your head. “Forget it. Are you finished with your part?”

“Not yet. What about me and Nagi?” 

Your face, usually so expressive, is turned away from him.

Maybe you’ve already figured out that he can read your thoughts from your lips, your eyes, the furrow of your brows. 

Maybe- “Are you and Nagi a thing?”

His jaw drops open. You flinch away, as if hit by your own words.

“I… shit- I just… Forget that I asked.”

He can’t. Not when he’s sitting in your dorm room, back against the frame of your bed. 

Not now that he knows you’ve got a framed autograph of Jinpaichi Ego sitting next to a Hello Kitty plush or that your room smells just like you.

“No. We’re not. Why would you even think that?” He asks, voice thicker then he wants it to be.

“Uh, because Nagi’s hanging off you at all times?” You ask back and your clear annoyance with everything him is like a breath of fresh air. 

“Yeah, but that’s Nagi. He hangs off anyone?”

“True, but… you’re so nice to him?”

“I can be nice!”

You snort. He grins. There’s a moment, just a heartbeat long, where your eyes lock onto each other and you speak without words.

I’d be nice to you, his eyes say. Sure, yours say, teasing him even when you’re not speaking.

-

He’s not sure how it happens. He’s not sure if he cares.

Your shared assignment’s long forgotten as your hands curl into his shirt and his thumb rubs softly along your jaw.

Your lips taste sweet and spicy, like the soda you’d sipped minutes ago and the super spicy chips you’d offered him this evening. You’d laughed at him when he couldn’t handle the spice and he’d lunged forward as if to tickle you for revenge - only to kiss you instead.

You sigh into the kiss, pull him closer until there’s nothing that separates you anymore.

Not even a goal feels that good, he thinks, when you whisper his name against his lips.

.

He’s not sure how it happened, but it’s over. Cold air rushes over his skin, leaves goosebumps in its wake as he’s grasping for oxygen.

You turn away from him, back stiff and tense.

“What…”

“You can stop now.” You say, your voice just as tense as your posture. “With the flirting.”

“I’m…” His brain’s filled with fog, his hands reach for your. He’s not sure how thinking works, or speaking, or anything else that’s not kissing you, holding you.

“You got what you wanted, right?” There’s so much ice in your voice, it could stop global warming. You still refuse to look at him. “Isagi told me about it. You always want what you can’t have. So now that you’ve got me, you can stop with the flirting.”

Reo’s endured the nasty glares and the biting comments. He’d found it funny, in a way, how you could be so riled up when it came to him, but pleasant and friendly to everyone else.

He’s not proud of it, really, but this last comment catches up to him.

Only when he’s outside your dorm, cool wind blowing away the last bit of fog in his brain, does he realize that he should have stayed.

-

“So…” He drops his bag on your table. The librarian shoots him a warning glare while you opt to ignore him.

“We still have to finish our assignment.”

“I’ll mail you my part.” You offer but he pulls his chair out and leans forward, gets right into your face until you have to look at him.

“I’ll take you out. Coffee or Dinner?”

“What?” You ask, your voice high with what’s either confusion or anger or something else. He hopes it’s something else.

“If you’d actually gotten to know me instead of trusting something you misunderstood, you’d have seen this coming.” 

“I… I’d not… I…” He smiles at how easy it seems to fluster you nowadays. But there’s still the spark in you that got him interested.

You huff out a breath and cross your shaking arms in front of your chest.

“If, and I want to emphasize this, if we get a 100% on this assignment, you can take me out to dinner.”

He smiles. “Am I allowed to kiss you before we get the result or can you wait that long?”

Your resolve visibly falters, but you’re trying not to show.

“We… can talk about that. When it becomes important.”

He smirks and your brows furrow in that way that tells him you’re onto him. He doesn’t mind.

-

You wait with the other girlfriends.

You’re the only one with her arms crossed and your brows furrowed.

Out of all of them, you’re the only one who looks like they’ve just lost.

“Hey.” Reo pulls you from the gaggle of girls with ease, kisses the skin right between your eyebrows. “What’d you think?”

“Was that really necessary?” You ask. “You could have totally gotten that goal without it.”

He laughs, carefree and light, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you even closer.

“Of course it was necessary. Don’t tell me you don’t like me showing off while I play.”

You huff into his shoulder.

“You stink.”

“Mhhm. I love you too.”

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[froggyfics]

Neon

Your first date with Dick makes you nervous. 

THANK YOU TO THIS BRAVE ANON! For the life of me, I cannot figure out how to format your message request into this post, so I replied to you separately. You are my first ever request and can I say, thank you so much for choosing a fluffy topic! Don’t get me wrong, I love me some angst, but I’m a sad bitch, so angst comes super easy to me. This entire blog is about me trying to become a better writer, so thank you for choosing fluff because it really challenged me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! 

I categorized this as a fem!reader, just because I mentioned “girl” once in this fic. So, I hope that those who prefer gender neutral readers will still enjoy this. 

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Theme: Fluff

Word Count: 1,759

His arm was deceivingly muscular. You couldn’t help but squeeze his bicep a few times. You know, in the name of science. Who knew that Dick Grayson was this muscular? The biting winter night forced you two to bundle up. The weather called for sweaters, gloves, hats, jackets, boots, the whole nine yards. Even through the bundles of clothes he was wearing, you could still feel his muscles underneath. 

You decide on just one more squeeze. For scientific purposes, of course! One more squeeze and you’ll stop oogling. Both hands were wrapped around his upper arm. You tighten your grip and - 

Oop! He flexes his bicep! Your blush as you realize you’ve been caught in the act. Dick laughs heartily when you whine and smush your face into his arm in embarrassment. 

“I’m so-I mean- uhm-that was embarrassing,” you stutter.

“It’s fiiiinnnne,” he drawls. “I work out so much so that pretty girls like you can appreciate this.” He nudges the arm that you are latched onto for emphasis.

If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now. Dick Grayson thinks you’re pretty? Even if this is your first and last date with him, you were absolutely going to tell everyone around you that the Dick Grayson called you pretty. That was something to brag about. 

“Look who’s talking,” you murmur.

He really was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. You stuttered all throughout the dinner date you two were just at. Initially you thought it was because of nerves. But as the date continued, you realized it was because Dick was just so damn pretty. Piercing blue eyes that never strayed far from your face had you stumbling and fumbling over your words. To a third party viewer, it might’ve sounded like you were a toddler stuck in the body of an adult. 

After he paid the bill, which you insisted on paying for, or at least paying for your portion of the meal, but he refused because he’s the embodiment of chivalry, you thought that would be the last you’d see of him. You thought he’d find you too jittery and weird for his liking. But to your utter shock and delight, he offered his arm to you and asked if he could just take a walk with you around the block to extend your date.

It was freezing outside, but walking so close next to him made your insides melt. As the two of you leisurely stroll away from the restaurant, with no destination in mind, the conversation flowed easily. Something about him by your side rather than in front of you made you less nervous, so it was easier to speak. You tell him about how you want to pick up a new hobby. You mention your coworker that got on your nerves earlier that week. You even tell him your favorite weird food combination that you eat when there’s no one around to judge you.

He talks about his early days with his father, Bruce Wayne, and how growing up as the billionaire’s adopted son was no walk in the park. He talks about Alfred, his pseudo-grandfather, with so much pride and joy. He tells you his favorite colors are blue and black, and that he finds himself wearing those colors quite often.

“And then my buddy Wally says to me-,”

He’s in the middle of his story when he abruptly stops. Neon lights flash in his face and he slowly breaks out into a smirk. You remain confused until you turn your head and glance at what you’re in front of. 

He slithers his arm out of your grip and then reaches to grab your hand. “C’mon, let’s go inside!”

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the neon lights around you. Different colors of light flash all around you. Pinging sounds from the plethora of arcade games create a symphony of chaos. People hurriedly rush from one machine to another, trying to get to a game before others do. Laughter and chatter fill the air, alongside the clanking of coins. In your distracted haze, Dick retrieves a bucket full of coins for you two to indulge in from the arcade employee.

“You should’ve let me pay for that. You already paid for dinner,” you pout.

He’s facing you now, unlike when you two were walking side by side. You suddenly get the jitters, like you did when you were at dinner with him. You can still see the blue in his eyes, despite the lighting that tried its best to hide it. 

He comes dangerously close to you, almost toe-to-toe. Your head screams at you to look down or up or to the side, just anywhere else except his pretty face. He grabs the small of your back to bring you even closer and bring his mouth to your ear.

“Lemme take care of you.”

His breath on your ear makes you tingle, and you instinctively contract all the muscles in your body to control your reaction. The hand he has on your back slowly makes its way back to your hand and he pulls you closer to the rows of machines. 

You both silently stare at the machines in contemplation. There are so many choices to make, the both of you can’t decide on where to start.

You quickly glance at his face and notice his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. He’s so freaking cute!

You take a deep breath in to psyche yourself up. He has taken the lead all night. It’s time you show just how interested you are in him, too. This time, you lead the way for him. While holding onto his hand, you shimmy your way past hordes of people until you reach your destination.

You let go of him to take off your gloves and reach into the bucket of coins. You deposit the allotted coins into the machine and the game comes to life. 

He places the bucket of coins on the ground. “Not tryna brag, but I’m a pretty good dancer. You might be in over your head.”

“We’ll see about that, pretty boy,” you bite back.

Three songs later and you conclude that the both of you suck at dancing. Neither of you score very high in the dancing game, but you do come out victorious, scoring higher than him in two out of the three games.

He raises his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright. You win!” He’s breathless as he says it. 

You giggle as you turn your head to examine the other machines in your line of sight. You suddenly gasp at the claw machine filled with Justice League superheroes as stuffed plushie dolls. 

You run over to claim the machine with Dick hot on your trail. Your nose touches the machine’s plexiglass as you look over the dolls within it. Superman, Batman, Green Arrow, Wonder Woman, Hawkwoman, and so many more. 

“Which one do ya want?” Dick slides coins into the machine, readying himself to retrieve whatever plushie doll you desire. 

You think for a moment, seriously looking over the options. “Batman,” you confidently reply.

Dick nods his head and begins to move the claw. He has his eyes set on the Batman doll that is conveniently located right at the top of the pile. 

“Batman, eh,” he begins covertly. “Is he your favorite of the Bats or…” He trails off as he concentrates his efforts on placing the claw directly above the doll.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought about it.” You look off into the distance as you formulate an answer. Meanwhile, Dick makes a few minor adjustments to ensure that the claw will capture the Batman doll as he waits for your answer. He finally is satisfied with his efforts and presses the button that will drop the claw down on the doll. 

“Red Robin seems pretty cool,” you innocuously answer just as Dick releases the button. You could’ve sworn that Dick’s eye twitches and the vein on the side of his neck bulges. You think it’s because he’s so concentrated on winning this plushie doll for you, but Dick knows it’s due to a twinge of jealously. He’ll never admit what you said to anyone, especially not to Tim. It’s prime bullying material for his friends and family.

The two of you watch in silence as the claw hooks onto the Batman doll, carries it over to the side, and drops it down the hatch. You squeal and jump up and down in delight as Dick reaches into the machine to retrieve the doll. He hands you the doll and you grab it.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” In your excitement, you lean over and peck Dick right on the lips as a show of appreciation. 

You have no idea where you got the confidence to do that. You don’t even realize what you did until you notice Dick sport the goofiest grin on his face. 

You fiercely begin to blush again, for what seems like the millionth time that night. You hope you didn’t just ruin the experience for him. Your anxiety is squashed though as soon as Dick leans in close again. He again grabs the small of your back with just a tad bit more strength this time around. His other hand cups your chin. You both inch your lips towards one another. You lean in a little. Then he does. Then you do. And then he does. Until finally, your lips embrace one another.

The kiss is gentle. Sweet. Loving. One arm holds the Batman doll, and the other grabs the front of his jacket to pull him in closer. He chuckles into your lips as you do. There’s so much going on around, but it’s almost as if you two were the only ones in that arcade. All that you could sense was him. 

To your chagrin, you end up breaking the kiss. You had to come up for breath eventually. You can feel your lips plump up due to the extra blood flow. Despite the kiss being broken, the two of you remain close to each other. Your bodies melded into one.

His sparkling blue eyes bore into yours. This time, you don’t feel nervous. You belong in this moment. You belong in this moment with him. This feels right. 

You stare right back at him and innocently ask, “So, who’s your favorite Bat?”

His eyes crinkle as he smiles. There’s mischief behind his eyes. Perhaps you’ll indulge in that on another date. 

“Baby, have you heard of Nightwing?”

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[mariariley]

Reaching out

Simon Riley x reader

2nd person

feminine terms such as: sweetheart, love, girl

reader is Simon’s s/o

WARNING: eating disorder

Word count: 1k

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Food makes me sick and gives me fear that I will ruin my body. I feel guilt every time I eat. My appetite keeps getting worse. I’m writing this on the behalf of all people out there who are struggling with the same problem hence I’m writing in 2nd person. I chose Simon for this because he represents great comfort for me.

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Every time he lays his eyes on you it seems as if you’re getting thinner. Every time he holds you he fears he’s going to snap you in half. Your wrists and ankles appear thinner as your cheeks are starting to stick to your teeth, exposing your paper cutting cheekbones. The color of your skin had a lack of necessary vitamins and minerals written all over it.

When he’d trace his hand over your back he could count every vertebra in your spine, as well as you ribs. When he’d kiss your collarbones he’d notice how unnervingly exposed they’ve gotten.

He’d notice how you’d try to hide it with wearing his clothes more often.

You wouldn’t talk to him. You wouldn’t tell him anything. You didn’t want to be a burden.

“‘ere ya go, luv.” he said as he served your favorite mug filled with warm tea he’s just made, sitting his heavy body at the kitchen table diagonally from you.

You thanked him quietly as your sleepy body was still trying to adapt to the gloomy morning you had to face. His casual black t-shirt that you often sleep in protecting your tormented body from the light cool breeze of the slightly open window behind you.

“Look at me, luv.” his voice dipped in a barrel with “serious” written all over it.

You wouldn’t lift your heavy head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“Sweethear’, please, look at me.” he adjusted in his seat, leaning closer to you with his elbows on his knees. His gloved hands and a gently ticking watch around his wrist that would fill in the gaps of silence meeting your bowed gaze.

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“Y/N.” your name being coated by his raspy voice coming from his smoker cords and rough accent from suburban Manchester made your empty stomach ache even more. His tone calm though. As if he was trying not to scare a hopeless wounded animal sitting before him.

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“I am many things but oblivious is not one of ‘em. You need to talk to me, luv. You need to tell me what’s bothering you.” he said as you’d feel his gaze piercing through you.

“There’s nothing wrong with reaching out, luv, you know that?”

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“You need to eat. You cannot live with a cuppa and a single biscuit hoping those liters and liters of water you’ve been drinking day after day will ease the hunger.” the amount of reality he was pouring into your brain was almost making your tears come out of your stomach instead of your eyes.

But you wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

Which would slam a thick nail into his stone cold heart.

“Listen to me carefully now. There’s two sandwiches in the fridge, ham and peanut butter jelly. You will have a glass of milk with that. For lunch I’ve made the British classic, fish and chips. We will ignore the fact I am not capable of making anything else.” he threw a little joke in there which pulled your lips into a tiny smile and made your gaze finally lift up.

Your sweet eyes met his. You couldn’t see the smile of relief under his mask but his cheeks lightly scrunching underneath his eyes was telling you enough.

“That’s my good gal.” he said before his tall broad figure with a dark aura stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“I will be back before six. I don’t want to see a single crumb on the plates when I get back. Do I make myself clear, soldier?” so he wouldn’t make it sound hoarse and aggressive, he made it entertaining for you.

“Copy loud and clear, lieutenant.” finally he got feedback from you.

“Good.” he said as he leaned to plant a soft kiss on your temple, placing his hand on the back of your head. He was looking down at you for a couple of seconds filled with comforting silence. All that you could hear is his loud inhales that were coming through the dark fabric of his mask. All that you could feel is his hand soothingly stroking your head.

“You willingly did all this for me…?” you asked.

“Shhh. Don’t speak.” he said almost through a whisper before he lifted his mask merely to reveal his mouth. He slowly leaned and planted a petal soft yet long kiss onto your forehead as he closed his heavy eye lids.

You thickly swallowed the urge to burst into tears on his lightly equipped gear he prepared for today’s short mission. Your mouth danced along with your eyebrows as a singular tear tickled its way down your cheek and along your jawline before Simon’s glove caught it.

He gently lifted your head farther up by the chin, holding painful yet soothing eye contact.

“Promise me you will do it.”

“Simon, I-“

“Promise me.”

“I will…” you said as a deep sharp breath scratched your lungs.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I promise.”

“That’s my sweet gal. You know how to make me proud, don’t you?” he kept tickling your heart with praises and encouragement as he very carefully tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

The last thing you felt was a gentle stroke of his bare thumb on your cheek as the rest of his gloved hand nicely warmed it up.

“Can you buy me those chocolate chip cookies I like on your way back? And some gummies perhaps…” your voice toned down with each word you’d barely muster.

What you said made a light chuckle escape Simon’s chest as the sound of his heavy boots thumping on the old creaking floor was making its way to the front door.

“Duly noted.” was the last thing you heard from him before the sound of the heavy door closing greeted him out, pulling the air from the window and making it whistle its way across your mug as the herb scented steam danced along.

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