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imgeekgirlfan · 9 months

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Till Death Do Us Part│#TheLastofUs

Pairings: joel miller x Black!reader [From The Last of Us : TV Series]

Major character death/Heavy Angst/Canon Divergence

Synopsis: You are Sara Miller's mother (who recently divorced Joel) and your daughter was killed. You blame Joel and want to kill him, but as the Fireflies' leader, you need Joel's help getting Ellie and yourself to Vaccine Research Center #TheLastofUs

AN: Finally, it's the last chapter of this fanfiction. It's been a long one, and I want to thank everyone who has been following along throughout, even though my English might have been terrible (sorry not sorry). I hope you'll enjoy the conclusion of this story because I really loved writing it. (From now on, I'll make a Masterlist of my own to make it easier for readers to navigate, and might also post the fic on AO3.)

Taglist: @flaneurpastel (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply)

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Act 5 : The End of Us (complete)

The End of Us

The end that humans generally have only occurs once, But in your life, there have been two endings. The first end happened on September 26, 2003, and the second end happened today, the last day of your long mission at Colorado East University.

Only you, Joel, and Ellie have chosen to continue the journey together according to Ellie's desires. After the argument at the abandoned house, you gave her a chance to choose whether to stay here and forget about the vaccine or to continue the journey until the mission was completed

"Everything we've done can't be for nothing" Ellie says to you, and that's exactly what you thought too.

But as soon as your feet stepped out of the Jackson community, your heart swelled with mixed emotions of hesitation and regret. You couldn't deny the desire to stay here and start anew, but you've come too far to turn back now. So, you decided to leave the past and desires behind and look forward to the final day—the end of everything for you.

The cold winter rain drizzled everywhere, and soon it would freeze into white ice on the trees and the streets. The laboratory at Colorado East University had everything a hospital should have: the smell of disinfectant filled the air, rows of medicine bottles, strange-looking laboratory equipment, and even computers that you hadn't seen for a long time. But the one thing missing, which should be the most important thing in this chilling weather, was the heater.

Raindrops fell on the glass window with loud pitter-patter sounds. You stared through the window blankly, as if your mind were empty. The ending had to come; you knew it. You had prepared yourself, resolute and unwavering. but it turned out to be even worse than you had imagined.

"Tell me the truth!" Joel stood in front of you, his body trembling and his voice strained. "Just tell me once, damn it!"

You knew that this situation would happen, but you couldn't help being touched when you replied, "As they said, in order to create a vaccine, we need to extract the mutated spores from her brain..."

"They're gonna cut into the kid's brain, and Ellie will die!" He looked at you, disbelief evident in his eyes, as if you were someone he had never known before. "How the hell could you do this when you know they'll kill Ellie?"

The pain and anger in his reddened eyes, along with the expression like he was about to lose something important in life, reminded you of what happened decades ago. When Sarah died, Joel was like this—desperate and sorrowful.

It hurt to see him like this again. It hurt so much that you couldn't bear to look into his eyes directly. You lowered your gaze, as if it were the only way to hide your grief.

"Ellie knows about this. I'm the one who told her, and she wants to do this."

"But I don't want this, and I know you don't want this either."

A heavy silence filled the room. You wanted to break the suffocating silence with a movement or by saying something, but all you could do was sit there dumbly, right in front of Joel, within arm's reach. Yet, it felt like you were in different worlds, distant and cold.

Joel asked again when he saw you still remain silent, "Just say something!"

This time, you turned your gaze to Ellie, who was on the other side of the clear glass. Ellie would never get to hear what you and Joel were talking about, and she wouldn't see either of you. But you and Joel could see her clearly with both eyes. Ellie's face was calm and emotionless; she was ready for the surgery, ready to sacrifice herself for something greater.

One life in exchange for many others It was a worthwhile exchange.

But Joel wasn't ready, and neither were you.

"You're right. I don't want it," you finally said, turning back to face Joel. "I have to go myself."

Joel hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. He was definitely puzzled. "What do you mean?" His voice cracked in the silence, sounding broken like it came from an old radio.

And you knew it was time. It was time for the truth you had never told him—a truth that Joel deserved to know all along.

You rolled up the left sleeve of your shirt, revealing bandages around your inner arm. In reality, the wound had healed long ago, but you had to keep it bandaged all the time to hide something you had concealed. But this time, it wasn't necessary anymore. You thought that as you unwrapped the bandages with just one hand, revealing the hardened scar caused by a vicious bite from something that was once human.

Joel's eyes widened as he looked at your face and then at the scar. He took a deep breath, his mind processing. "No, it can't be."

"Yes, Joel. It's a miracle," you said, confirming that truth by pointing to your own scar. "I was bitten since we were ambushed that day. In reality, I should have turned into one of them, but I didn't, even though it's been months since it happened."

The whole story happened on that day when you were attacked by Runners while arguing with Ellie. Despite Ellie's managing to save your life in the end, it was still too late because you had already been bitten. Anyone bitten by an infected person had only two options left—either choose to die or become one of them.

Your heart wasn't strong enough for the option of taking your own life. At first, you hoped Joel would handle it for you, but you could see in his eyes that he had feelings for you, and there was no way he could do it for you, even if he could. In the end, it would have been another heartbreak for him, just like what happened with Sarah. The death of a loved one had crushed half of his soul, and you couldn't bear to ask him to sacrifice the remaining tiny piece of his soul for you

So, you made the decision to hand your gun to Ellie and reveal the whole truth to her. You told her to shoot you as soon as you started showing symptoms, but it turned out that nothing happened to you. Not even the slightest shiver that should have occurred before the transformation into a Runner. That was the moment you realized that you and Ellie had something important in common—a natural immunity to the fungal infection. And it became a secret that only the two of you knew

... until now.

"So, this is what you were talking about with Ellie at the abandoned house," Joel mumbled, still looking puzzled but calmer than expected. However, it turned out that his calmness was even worse than raising his voice and yelling. As he stared at you silently, like the world was collapsing before him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked.

"Because I knew what would happen if I told you," you replied.

It would have been like what happened between you and Ellie in that abandoned house. Ellie knew your secret, and she also knew what you were considering doing. Even though you never explicitly mentioned your decision

Ellie would never let you die for her. But you wouldn't change your mind either. So, you allowed the journey to continue, making Ellie believe that your decision remained just as before. But in reality, you had already changed. Everyone in Fireflies now knew that you had immunity, and they also knew that you were the one who would enter the operating room, not Ellie.

However, Joel would never accept that either. He sighed heavily. "You don't have to do this, you know?" He hesitated for a moment, realizing that you already knew. And you had made up your mind. "Let's go back to Jackson together."

It would have been so much easier if Joel had been angry with you, but he wasn't. There was no rage or frustration in his gaze and facial expression. However, what he said was even worse for you—it was a desperate plea.

"I can't, Joel. If not Ellie, then it has to be me. There's no other way."

"There has to be," Joel said, hopeful and full of determination. He still believed that the problem could be solved. "If you and Ellie have immunity, then others must have it too. There must be others who have immunity out there. It doesn't have to be just you or Ellie."

You sighed, grappling with yourself to suppress his hope. "I believe there are more people with immunity, but it's impossible for us to find others," you explained firmly. "As soon as they're detected with the infection, they're killed before they even know they're infected."

The infection detection system had been highly developed and rigorous. Many people were killed daily by FEDRA when they were found to be infected. The process of extermination happened immediately, without any isolation for further observation. So, no one had ever lived long enough to find out if they had immunity, except for you and Ellie.

Joel smiled sadly, almost mocking himself because he knew the truth all along. He had burned the bodies of infected people in exchange for food vouchers before. But accepting the truth right in front of him wasn't as easy.

The truth was that one of the people he loved the most, either you or Ellie, had to die today for the cure to be created.

"Joel, please, I know it's hard, but I want you to understand why I'm doing this," you pleaded, holding his hands. You didn't know why you wanted forgiveness from him, even though you knew you didn't deserve it. "I love you and Ellie, and I'm doing all of this for both of you."

Joel turned away, trying to fight back the emotions welling up inside him. You could feel that he was angry, but he looked more saddened. It was with profound regret that he realized he couldn't do anything more to change your mind or change the world.

"I don't want your love if it means you're willing to do something foolish," he said earnestly.

You chose to give him a faint smile. "I've been foolish my whole life; this is nothing new."

One thing you learned from both Ellie and Joel was that people do foolish things when they are angry or fall in love

That could be your definition—foolish

You gently touched Joel's face, trying to capture every detail of the man you had fallen in love with from the first day until now. You observed the beauty and imperfections that made Joel the man you loved all along.

"Joel, both of us have made many mistakes in our lives, but that doesn't mean we won't have a chance to do something right again. And this time is that chance," you said, looking at Ellie through the clear glass. You knew Joel was also looking at her, just like you.

This was the second chance both you and he had been waiting for all along.

You had made your decision. and now you just have to wait for an answer from him.

You turned back to Joel once again, trying to make your trembling voice as calm and certain as possible when you spoke to him. "Promise me, Joel. Take care of her, be her father, and let her grow up in a better world."

Joel stared at you intently, just like he had done when you and he first met in a bar many decades ago. Throughout the time spent together, including the times apart before reuniting, you remained the same in every way, both in appearance and personality. And he still loved everything about you, whether your strengths or flaws.

It had been a long and bittersweet journey that both of you had gone through, looking back at many things that happened and passed. All the reasons that led you and him to this point, The End of Us

And finally, for the previous question, Joel had given himself an answer.

"I promise."

You didn't know exactly when you started crying, but before you knew it, you found yourself sobbing in his embrace. It wasn't because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming emotion. While Joel hugged you tightly, he didn't cry now, but he would when you entered the operating room. That would be the moment when his tears would finally flow.

But you would never know or see his tears again.

"Joel, please don't ruin this again," you pleaded with Joel, using the same words you had said to him the first time you begged him. The sorrow and weariness in his eyes were still the same as back then. Only this time, there was a small smile adorning his face. Joel gently kissed your forehead and whispered back, "I'll do my best."

You were confident that he would never ruin it again.

The End of Us

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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true lies - s. r. (12/?)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: A collection of letters Spencer and you share while you're gone - and then you're gone forever. At least, that what he thinks.

Warnings: some fluff, angst, angst, angst, smoking, slight ptsd, grief and loss

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I'm sososososo sorry. please don't hate me. I love you. gif not mine.

Series Masterlist

previous part

Dearest little bear,

two months have passed since you had to leave, and not a day goes by that I don't think of you and wish you were here with me.

We are trying to do everything in our power to be able to bring you back home. But unfortunately, it seems to be taking longer than I would like.

I was told you were working on it as well. You are strong and smart and even though you can't be with me, I'm sure we can do it together.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

I was very happy to receive your message. I always carry it with me, although I would rather be in your arms, but I can't.

I can't tell you where I am right now, but still I wish you were with me. It is warm and beautiful and I am sure you would like it here very much.

Except for these letters, I'm not allowed to talk to any of you, but I like talking to you best anyway. We've come this far. And we'll make it.

Thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

It's been four months and with each passing second it becomes more unbearable. But a light is appearing at the end of the dark tunnel. We think we know who she is.

It won't be long before we can see each other again. And I can't wait to be able to hug you again. To be able to touch you. Or kiss you.

Not much longer. And then nothing can separate us.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

It would have been too good to be with you again at last. But it still takes time.

I have found something that can help us, but for now, just know that I will do everything I can so that I can return home. Back to you. No matter what it costs.

Keep your eyes open. We're closer than you think.

I'm thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

I was given time off to take a break. I was with my mother and she told me that a kind young lady had been here. She doesn't remember you, but she knows you are familiar and that she can trust you. As I do.

I am infinitely grateful. And I'm tired of waiting, but for you I do. For you, I do it all.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

I can no longer grasp a clear thought, because whenever I close my eyes I see everything I have done in review. I can hardly sleep and the nightmares plague me.

I just hope that everything will end soon. It has already been a year since we saw each other. I can't promise you anything, but I hope you know that everything I had to do was for you. For us.

Thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

it's been a few weeks since I've heard from you. I hope you are doing well.

We have found a trail that will take us further.And brings me a little closer to you. And that will bring you back home. I can't wait.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

It's been two months since you wrote to me.

Get back to me as soon as you can.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you. Or how great the pain in my chest is.

I can't eat, I can't sleep. I can hardly breathe without you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

they hung your picture today. In the portrait you are smiling, proud to finally be part of the team. I can't look at it.

I was sent home, but everything there reminds me of you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

I keep your letters in a small box next to my bed. They are a part of you that I don't want to lose, even though I have already lost you. They are a part of you, just as you are a part of me.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

I went to our bookstore and found a book of poems that you would like. I'll put it with your letters.

No book in the world could have prepared me for the grief I feel. The pain is too engaging for me to talk about it with anyone but you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dear little bear,

it's been almost two years since we last saw each other. I don't remember what you sound like, or what you smell like. Why can't I remember that? Is it wrong of me not to think it's bad? It takes away my pain a little.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dear little bear,

A lot has happened in the two years we've been apart. Too much to ever be able to write down all the things. I just want you to know that this time was not easy for me. Not for any of us.

I put your letters away safely because you will always be important to me. But I have to let you go. And with this, I release you.

I love you. Forever.

With love,

Neruda

You pinch your leg to wake up. Your neck is wet with cold sweat and you have to blink several times to realize that you are in a cab. You run your hand through your hair as the driver looks at you curiously through the rearview mirror. He says nothing, which is why you glance out the window.

The drive from the airport to Quantico only takes an hour, but you still take the opportunity to close your eyes for a moment and doze a little. You haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages, you don't even know what a healthy portion of sleep feels like anymore, because you haven't had that luxury in the last two years.

As the car comes to a stop in front of the FBI building, you pay the driver and get out with your small bag. The building seems much bigger than you remember. You used to spend every day here, it had once been your home. But now you're not even sure you have a home anymore.

You take a deep breath and enter through the large doors, but are directly approached by a security guard.

"Miss? Are you visiting?", he asks suspiciously, extending his arm to keep you at a distance - something that wouldn't do him much good if you were actually trying to get past him.He eyes you up and down, which you can't blame him for. In your ripped jeans, dirty sneakers, and loose sweater, you don't look like someone who belongs here. By now, you don't either.

You look at him. "I'm here to see Unit Chief Prentiss", you reply coolly. You know he's just doing his job, but you're too impatient to let all this wash over you. You know Emily is already in the office. You know her too well not to. Why doesn't he just go get her? You just want to see your friend.

"Chief Prentiss?" He raises an eyebrow. "And what is your request?"

Your gaze is rock hard and your tone cold as ice. "Tell her Y/N Y/L/N is here to see her."

You wait outside the building, letting the morning sun warm your skin and the cigarette burn between your fingers before you put it to your lips and take a drag. Afterwards, you stub it out on a trash can. As you exhale the last bit of smoke, you turn around. And there she is.

Emily is standing at the door, and when you see her, you drop your bag and wrap her in your arms so tightly that you can't breathe. You cling to her, afraid that maybe this whole thing isn't as real as it feels, but you imperceptibly pinch your arm. And she is still with you.

"I thought - they said", she stammers, and it's the first time in your friendship that she's speechless. You hug her even tighter.

"I know", you answer softly, blinking away the tears that have formed in your eyes. The moment is too beautiful to cry. As you break away from each other, Emily wipes her own tears from her cheeks, but some have already landed on her blouse. There are dark stains now.

"I don't even know what to say", she says, smiling at you as you enter the building together. The guard gives you a look, but doesn't ask any questions as you walk past him toward the elevator. Inside, she pushes a button that takes you to the BAU floor. "I can hardly believe you're really here."

Neither can you.

The office is completely silent because no one is here yet except for you. Although nothing has changed, everything has changed because you are now someone else. It's been a long time since you've been here. Two years, but everything in this room is all too familiar to you. The coffee machine, the law books, the files. It feels like you've never been away. It's déjà vu all over again.

While Emily gets you both coffee, you sit down at the round table and wait for her. Your friend sets the cups down on the table before sitting down next to you. She smiles faintly. "How are you?"

You pucker your mouth. How are you? You haven't been asked that question in ages, and to be honest, you don't know how to answer it either. How could you possibly be?

When you don't answer Emily, she phrases her question differently. "What are you feeling right now?"

Your lips become a thin line. "I don't know. It feels like all of this," you point to the room, "isn't a part of me anymore. Nothing has changed, but it still feels foreign."

Emily nods. "You've been through a lot, I guess." She takes a sip of her coffee. "You're right, Y/N. Nothing has really changed here. But you're a different one now, aren't you?"

You open your mouth to answer her, but you don't know what either. Part of you feels at home here, but a bigger part of you knows your place is somewhere else. You just don't know where exactly.

"Do you want to see the others?", Emily asks. "I'm asking you because it's been a long time since you've seen them. And they think you're...you know. Are you ready for that?"

Are you ready for that? You haven't seen either of them in a long time, and it would probably be better not to see them for now, but to let Emily sort it out first. But the team is your family - the closest thing you have to a family. And you've missed them all terribly.

You nod and take a sip of your coffee as JJ and Rossi enter the room. When they see you, they glance uncertainly at Emily, as if they're not sure if it's just imagination, but she nods at them. And that's when all the dams break for JJ.

She pulls you from your chair and hugs you like the salvation of the world depends on it, and David has to pry her cramped arms from you so he can put his around you as well. They affirm to you how much they missed you and ask how you are, wanting to know what happened, but Tara and Penelope join them and that's when it gets too loud for you.

Penelope cries with joy and Tara also can't believe that you are standing in front of her. They besiege you and ask you questions to which you have no answers, so you just smile weakly at them. They definitely don't mean any harm, after all, you've just risen from the dead for them, but you've spent the last while in silence and are no longer used to this volume. So you turn away from them. They look anxiously after you as you sort of flee from them. You hope that this will make the headache go away.

Without paying much attention to where you're going, you find yourself facing the wall where the pictures of the deceased agents hang. And yours is hanging there, too. You don't know how long you've been standing in front of it - minutes? hours? -until a familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn around and there stands Spencer. His hair is a little shorter and he looks like he's seen a ghost. Well, he sort of has.

You want to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him, and never let him go. Seeing him knocks the air out of your lungs, which is why you can barely breathe. The two years without him had been hell on earth, but you got through them. For him.

For Spencer, who doesn't take his eyes off you as the blonde woman next to him, whose fingers are intertwined with his, looks at him and asks, "Honey, who's that?"

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father."

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do."

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri.

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room.

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?"

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan.

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them.

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!"

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-"

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!"

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason.

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!"

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!"

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job.

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave.

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot.

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen.

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you."

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose.

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn."

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled.

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x black reader #shigaraki cant control his feelings #shigaraki x poc #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha x poc!reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha parenthood #black! reader #mha angst

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btsareyandere · 5 years

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Duty pt 3

Warnings - all the usual.

Yandere Jin

(Let me know if you want another. I'm not sure this part was any good)

Previously;

"Please give back what you took, Jin. I need you to save me"

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Jin licks his lips to savour the taste of yours once you've pulled back to look at him.

In your eyes all he sees is pain; pure agonising torment that swirls and boils beneath a glazed surface.

He feels the same level of distress as you but simply through the realisation that maybe this time, he has taken things too far.

He lifts a hand to comfort your grief stricken face but you drop it low and away from his touch.

Like an eraser on a white board, that action wiped away the feelings of guilt and remorse he had, moments before, felt so fully.

"Look at me!"

You shake your head, allowing thick tears to hit the carpet.

"I don't want to"

Jin scoffs at your blatant refusal and sits back on his heels, his remorse slowly subsiding.

"When has that ever mattered to me?"

He widens his shoulders and lowers his voice.

"Look. At. Me!"

And you do.

Once your sunken eyes make contact with his, he puffs air out of his nose like he found the whole situation suddenly amusing.

"Get up off your knees and fix yourself. We're going out."

Your lip trembles ever so slightly as you watch him stand to full height and look down upon you.

"Get up, now!"

The depth of his tone wraps tightly around your throat to constrict your airway, allowing only a tiny whimper to pass.

You follow his instructions but only to the second step, *fix yourself* how can you fix this?

Jin waits a moment before stepping close

"You know how to fix your appearance, do you not?"

You shake your head and somehow find a way to force some words.

"I can't. I really don't know what you want from me" and that's the truth. After everything he has done and taken, you have nothing left to give him.

With another sigh, this one of discontent, Jin spins your shoulders and marches you into the bathroom.

He's quick to strip you of your dress and aggressively force you into the shower before turning the water on at high pressure.

"This is what I mean y/n. Fix yourself! I can't take my woman out in public looking like you do."

As he berates you, Jin starts to scrub you down and wash your hair, leaving you with nothing to do but listen to his bitter words and feel his hands all over you.

"I'm sorry" you whisper submissively, trying but failing to look at him through the suds that burn your eyes.

"I've told you before not to do things you have to apologise for but you refuse to listen. Open your legs" he orders.

You shuffle so that your legs are wide enough apart for him to reach between them and remove any evidence of his actions today, his careless treatment only causing your sensitive area even more discomfort.

"You're filthy down here. It's sticky and bloody, don't make me have to clean you like this again."

You nod your head and swallow back the bile rising in your throat; you're the cause of my pain and my filth, is what you want to say to him but the shred of self-preservation that continues to exist within you, keeps you from doing it.

"Get out. Dry yourself. Put on the clothes I pick out. Take yourself down to the car and wait for me. Understood?"

You nod your head and give the tiniest sneer; its practically undetectable to all but jin and in response he holds your face directly under the stream of water, effectively drowning you.

The seconds pass as you fight his strong hold on you, becoming weak with the lack of air. He eventually let's you go and holds your jaw tightly.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

You cough up the last of the water and cling to his shirt for composure.

"I-I....I'm"

"Let me guess, you're sorry? Just stop being so pathetic and do what I've told you to"

Jin walks off to leave you alone for the first time this afternoon and you're quick to focus on the tasks he has given you; get out - done, dry my hair - done, dress myself - done you repeat the orders like a checklist and now stand anxiously at the bottom of the stairs, one foot on the floor but the rest of you clinging desperately to the banister for the illusion of safety that the house holds. Outside is the unknown and sometimes it's worse than what you have to deal with behind closed doors.

You take a breath and shuffle along the entrance hall to the front door and into your chosen seat in the back of jins car.

Eventually you find yourself in the office of a doctor, no doubt one that only deals with high profile clients such as jin who pay him highly for his discretion along with many other things.

"....so then she bled and acted weird, just check her over down there and make sure she's not completely crazy up there". As he spoke, he cast his index finger towards your pelvis and then to your head, directing the gaze of the doctor.

The older man nods and turns to you for the first time since you came trailing behind your husband into the office.

Fear seizes you instantly, what is going to happen? Jin never let's others touch you, especially not other men and when they do, everyone suffers.

"Y/n, sit on the bed and spread your legs. I need to know you still work, you've yet to give me children".

Jin talks like this is a business meeting and you're nothing more than a product being trialled, which worryingly doesn't appear to shock the greying physician in the slightest.

"Hurry up now dear" the male soothes,

"Your husband is a busy man. Trust me, this wont take long"

You do as told and creep your way to the examination bed, laying back to get in the required position.

The doctor settles on a stool between your legs and switches on an uncomfortably bright light, opening you to new feelings of exposure and vulnerabilit.

You automatically look to Jin for comfort and reassurance, something you always scold yourself for when you catch yourself doing it; he's the cause of your pain, not the one to save you from it.

You turn your head back go stare and the white plastered ceiling, leaving Jin to watch over you from across the room.

Inside you're screaming yet externally, all you do is scrape the bitten end of your tongue along the back of your teeth. Sometimes causing your own pain brings about a feeling of power and with that, you realise that life couldn't get any worse.

#bts #yandere bts #yandere #yandere reactions #yandere drabble #yandere scenarios #bts drabble #bts yandere #bts scenarios #yandere jin x reader #bts jin x reader #jin x reader #bts jin #kim seokjin

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Infinity War: Deleted Scene/After Credits

TITLE: Infinity War: Deleted Scene/After Credits CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 of 2 AUTHOR: Kiks ORIGINAL IMAGINE: N/A RATING: PG-13 NOTES/WARNINGS: !HEAVY INFINITY WAR SPOILERS! Beside that, if you don’t like heavy angst or if you've seen Infinity War and still feel sore, please don’t torture yourself for the sake of quick entertainment.

“Do you think — it? Make it to — mean.”

“— Sure. This hunk of — going anywhere,”

“Calm do —”

“Cal — down?! How can I — the ships — Thor’s go — and we’re all that’s left!”

Loki barely and hoarsely groaned as his eyes struggled to catch the voices conversing and his mind desperately trying to comprehend what they were saying. He was too slumped to even comprehend that it was a familiar and angry woman yelling. He wanted to move, to open his eyes, but he just didn’t; it was much easier to just lie down wherever he was. He had just died after all.

Wait.

Thanos. The dagger. Thor, tied up in thick metal parts. Oh god, Loki could still remember the way it felt to suffocate. His chest feeling like it was being crushed, his neck actually being crushed. The intense heat from his whole head. He thought Thanos would pop his head off. Thanos.

“You… will never… be a god.”

His last words. No, Loki knew he died. He wanted to cry at the thought, but his neck was still in so much pain.

“—S wake —alm down for us, please,” a new voice spoke; Loki knew who she was, whether from his affections or just time.

He felt the footsteps more than heard them as they quick and steadily approached. Then she sunk down next to him. Silence and stillness made Loki tense and after awhile, he opened his eyes. It had never hurt so much to open his eyes before, never in all his 1,048 years. The soft light hurt, the muscles on both his eyelids and eyeballs hurt; he felt as if there were tiny shards of glass in his eyes.

But he saw her.

She had been standing over him, examining him. Dried blood spilling from what had seemed to be gash on her forehead of her pale beige skin. Those full lips of hers now only a pale pink. Flowing burgundy-brown waves harshly tied back into the most unsavory of buns. Once large and doe-like hazel eyes staring so coldly at him. Her aquiline nose, the chubby cheeks had despite being a mature young woman, soft opal shape that framed it all.

He made no movements just so he wouldn’t seem stupid. She was always a welcoming sight, but the way she looked at him was so intimidating. She was so cold, not like the cold he met on Skaar, but the cold of a disappointing stare. The kind that Odin gave him after everything he had done to Earth. As if his chest didn’t hurt so much already.

She sighed and turned away, now retrieving something from her side. He blinked at the loss of her warm radiating off on him.

He felt heavy footsteps before hearing Brunnhilde’s voice ask, “How is he?”

“Are you calm?” Kikkio asked, sternly but cold.

“Yes,” Brunn sighed through her nose as she answered in an apologetic manner.

Kikkio appeared again in Loki’s sights as she held a flashlight over his eyes, holding the eyelids open to Loki’s grief. “He’s responding—” she switched to the other eye, “—Which is good.”

“He cannot move?” That was Heimdall asking. Heimdall? He was stabbed through the heart.

“Better not rush anything. I put a spell on him just in case,” she then quickly turned to her left, “Don’t make me put one on you. The bleeding is clotting one wrong move and you could cause some serious internal hemorrhaging.” Once Kikkio turned back to place a hand over Loki’s chest, she muttered, “You’re lucky I was able to make him miss.”

He could feel a slight tingle in his chest that faintly equated to pissing himself before Kikkio turned once again. “He’s fine. I checked his respiratory system, shit’s working and progressing.“ She paused before sighing softly, “Can I have some time alone?” She glanced her head to the side, “Please?”

Brunnhilde nodded, “Sure.”

Kikkio nodded as well as she turned back towards before scoffing lightly. “You still can’t move Heimdall,” she yelled as her attention continued on Loki.

She looked directly into Loki’s eyes as he faintly wheezed, desperate to say something. “Stop,” she commanded, “You were just strangled. Obviously, you didn’t die. I don’t want you to thank me. That’ll just… cause more harm,” she stated as she fiddled around with a cloth in front of her. “I managed to put this spell on you after Ragnarok.” She laughed humorlessly as her eyes turned towards her pockets. “Thought ’can’t lose him’. I barely even know you to be honest. I mean,” she paused, scoffing as she looked at Loki again, “You—you just drop onto Skaar, just when I managed to find a nice place to hide, work and not care. Then you get me to care.”

Kikkio inhaled deeply as Loki heard some liquid pouring into bottle next to him, “Two weeks and I care again. Fuck, you’re idiot.” She held Loki’s head up, struggling with something underneath, before gently setting his head down on a thin cushion—if it could even be called that. “I refuse to believe that you expected to actually kill Thanos. You know him, you’ve worked with him. He would have spared you!” She said, progressively getting more emotional, before going quiet, “he wouldn’t have cared to kill you.”

Then he saw her break. Her eyes watered so quickly, tears constantly falling down as she turned away, but she didn’t wipe them. She sniveled before breaking out into progressive sobs. Not bothering to cover herself. She wanted him to see her like this; she’s never shown any real emotions in the short time he’d known her.

Loki whimpered, dry and breathy, before Kikkio exclaimed “No!” as she pointed at him harshly. “You don’t get to act in any way, whatsoever, you fucking idiot!” she wept.

Kikkio then looked directly in his eyes before letting more strangled sobs out into the back of her hand. She wailed, now facing the ceiling above her. It was painful to watch and even more painful to hear. Heimdall may have felt both awkward and unsettled, but Loki suffered the most. He never knew anyone could care for him as much. It wasn’t a familiar feeling. He still doubted that Thor even mourned, but Kikkio’s state just killed him. He had never even heard anyone make such a pained and sorrowful sound.

Despite it only barely lasting for 3 minutes, it could’ve have ended quicker for the two. Kikkio sniffled as she gathered herself, searching her surroundings, before snapping her fingers. At that instant, Loki could feel his hand twitch from the strong urge to hold her. But once he had, Kikkio placed a gun behind her ear.

“Don’t move,” she hoarsely commanded. Her eyes may have been cold, but the redness and puffy appearance told otherwise.

Loki hadn’t really moved, so he didn’t change at all, except for his widened eyes. He wanted to say something, but the threat on her life and the burning in his chest halted him.

She sighed, the gun still drawn, “I healed you thanks to that stupid anatomy book some lady had on the ship. You’re lucky it was about Frost Giants otherwise…” Loki could see her faintly swallow as she paused, “I don’t know any healing spells, like at all, but I was trained in medicine from both passion and… force. It’s just illusions and some fighting shit that I know—plus the shit you showed me.”

Kikkio stopped to observe him as she sniffled. “Let’s run away,” she whispered causing Loki to look at her in disbelief. “You know Thanos, he’ll kill us all. Asgard is dead. I’ve managed to save Brunn and Heimdall. I saw Korg get shattered right before my eyes. I only hid because I knew that if I was found, then I couldn’t help. I don’t even know exactly how I managed to get this stupid pod in time. Brunn was knocked out, floating around, Heimdall too, but I only looked for you. If I have to, I’ll trade my life for yours because I know how to get it back. You can't… You don’t get to leave, not you.” Kikkio then casted her head down, shaking it slightly, before she inhaled and looked back at him. “I’ve gone through too much, learned too much to just let the people I care about leave me, especially a literal god with longevity.”

She sniffled more violently this time as she continued, now crying once more, “I don’t know where Thor is and Hulk is probably on Earth. They have friends, the Avengers, they’re fine. It’s us, the forgotten, the ones who aren’t heroes that will thrown out like trash.” She then calmed her breathing, not even realizing how worked up she was getting, as she looked away from Loki.

“You…” he croaked out, “are a… hero.”

She glanced at him then shook her head lightly, pursing her lips. “I’m not,” with that, Loki felt his eyelids get heavier and he began to fade into unconsciousness.

#Loki #Angst #Submitted fic #submission #kiksselfships #chapter 1 #Infinity War deleted scene #IW Spoilers #Infinity War #Infinity War Spoilers

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intheemyart · 3 years

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A Marriage Proposal

Who would have thought that life brought so many emotions into one? That life brought so many unexpected events with new possibilities lies within? That sometimes, the most unexpected is something you've expected to be for a long time?

Through the ups and downs of life, there are reasons behind several things. One might say, the secrets will unravel itself and a new start will always be there. Choices will be unlocked, then it's up to us either to take it or leave it.

And for this matter, this matter regarding love, no one was able to handle it. It's inevitable for those who still care about their emotions. Thus, how will this love story end for George Alexander Holskey?

September 6, 2021 George A. Holskey's Penthouse, Sentosa Island.

Last night's event of his new company's opening celebration was a blast! Colleagues and friends attended the party, and again, George felt grateful for their presence and constant support.

Between the guest lists, the famous art conservator was there. Frederica was also invited by him as a close friend and as one of the shareholders in the company. For the man, her presence made the party more alive. He never wanted to celebrate it with this kind of party, but the only reason for him to celebrate it with Frederica was with this— a gathering with the core members and their closest friends involved in the project.

His penthouse here became a hotel for ten other people. Though it was only for a night and George was behind the idea, the real reason was actually to make Frederica stay to do his plan. His plan that he kept in silence for years. The plan was nearly failed when Frederica decided to go back home last night as she worried about the twins. He knew how the twins meant for her, but he really wanted to make sure this one, at least it was only between both of them.

Thankfully, the storm came, and she finally decided to have a sleepover in his huge penthouse. Just for a night, as it seems to be impossible for her to drive safely. Also, not wanting her driver to risk his safety too.

The first to wake up was the woman, Frederica. She walked out from a room on the second floor, side by side with George's. Planned by him so they wouldn't need to meet other guests who slept in the bedroom on the first floor. Frederica rubbed her eyes and closed the door as she walked towards the family area, looking for a drink as she felt thirsty and something interesting to read on his bookshelf. George told her that she's allowed to take any book she liked last night.

Although Frederica was just awake, she looked stunning on her bare face. Dressed simply in her oversized T-shirt and long leggings. Her eyes scanned through the cover of the books, deciding on which she should take out to read.

“Did you sleep well?”

A manly voice was heard— and as a result, she turned her head towards the man who greeted her with a question early in the morning.

“Good morning, George.” “Good morning, Fre.”

They both smiled at each other, realizing that they as what they had thought before. “I sleep well. The room is very comfortable, and I enjoy my rest. I hope you were having a great sleep too last night?”

She amicably smiled at him, showing her teeth between her lips that curved and made his heart beats faster than before. “I did. I feel fresh as I woke up,” he answered. “Do you find any interesting books on the shelf?”

Frederica shook her head swiftly. “Not yet, I just stood here, and it hasn’t been too long, so I’m still skimming through the titles and the authors, also the design that might catch my attention,” she answered. Even by hearing her soft voice, his heart couldn’t beat normally. Its pace has grown faster each time she smiled and looked at him. The magic of love that Frederica has been doing for years struck him, and perhaps today— it will be the climax to the uncertainty.

“Fre?” “Yes?”

She gave him all the attention he asked by just calling her name. Now here eyes were on him and no longer to the books on the shelf. “I want to give you something. Please wait here, okay?” The mother of two nodded. And by that, he rushed himself towards his room, steps away from where he was standing before. He quickly opened his nightstand drawer and took out a small box made of leather.

It’s that time already. At that moment he has been asking for God’s blessing and help so it would be okay. That wouldn’t be disappointing. He knew how hard Frederica has been towards those people out there like him. But he wanted her to know how he really feels after all these times. After those years of mistreatment and keeping herself in silence. For not being noticed by her seriously.

It was now or never and George could only wish that she would accept him instead of rejecting him just like what she did to him and even Alverstoke multiple times in the past. Indeed, it was painful, but every decision she made was to protect herself. He knew that Frederica has her own goals, life plans, feelings, and even traumas. But above all of that, George wanted to be that one person who could heal her grief and fears. He wanted to be that sole man who would protect her from anyone else, including Alverstoke.

George took a deep breath as he walked out of his room towards the woman he adores the most in his life after his mother. She was seen standing in her stance, looking pretty effortlessly.

“What is it?”

Frederica asked curiously, trying to take a peek at what he hid behind his body. He chuckled as he saw how cute the woman was right now. George then showed her the leather box and opened it slowly in front of his eyes.

A diamond ring was seen—sparkling as the light reflected on its surface. Frederica’s smile faded as she looked at him in surprise in the eyes. She was asking for his explanation through her gaze. George couldn’t even let go of his visions from her.

ㅤㅤ “Marry me, Fre?”

George asked her after collecting all of his wit. His eyes told her everything; his wishes for her and him asking her to accept this proposal. To accept his love that he has been holding back for too long. Tears could be seen in her eyes, welling up. Just with a blink, it fell on her rosy cheeks. She bit her lower lips because she’s hesitant of what to say, just like what she did to Alverstoke in the past four times.

ㅤㅤ “I want you to be my wife.”

Frederica shook her head. “George, I’m not even a widow yet. Not even a divorcee. I’m technically still married to Alverstoke, your own best friend. And… this is too fast, I can’t just get married to you right after my divorce is finalized.”

George stepped forward as she pulled her into a warm embrace. He kissed her crown and pat her back gently. “I don’t want you to marry me right after divorce. I want you to marry me, but when the time is right. I also want you to take your time as you heal yourself.”

The man older than her for two or three years hugged her tighter. He whispered in her left ear, “I want to be the man who helps you through those hard times. I want to heal your scars. I want to be your partner, your husband, your lifetime companion—”

George then smiled at her and cupped her small face with both of his hands. “Fre, I want to be the father to your twins. Sera and Hazen are one of the reasons why I want to marry you. I love them just like how I love you. As much as I love you. I want to be a part of your journey. Of their journey.” He confessed his truest feelings. Never once did he though he would say those words from his lips directly towards Frederica, the woman whom he loved for years already.

ㅤㅤ “Fre, will you be my wife in the ㅤㅤ future? Will you be my one ㅤㅤ companion?”

He asked her again.

ㅤㅤ “I’ve lose you in the past to Alverstoke, ㅤㅤ I don’t want to lose you again.”

She’s in doubt of so many things. "You can end this in the future if you feel like it’s not okay for you. That’s okay, I understand. But please, let me try to be that person for you. I want to protect you and the twins at all costs. I want to protect the three of you as a part of my family. Fre, I want you to be okay again. I want to see the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the cheerful tone of yours, the softness of your touch, the sweet words from your lips…” George gulped. He cried again and again in front of the woman.

Surely, it was only two of them on the second floor, or else, everyone might be awake already with this soap opera— airing right in front of their eyes, being watched by the other guests.

“Give me the chance to make you feel happier than ever than you’ve ever been with Alverstoke. Give me the chance, to love you properly. That day when I saw you at the Fukuoka City Museum, my heart throbbed uncontrollably. You made me fly to heaven. You don’t need to worry about my friendship with him. From that day when I took you away after he abused you during your pregnancy, back in Seoul, it has been broken anyway. From that day— no, it’s before. When he confessed to me he cheated on you back in the museum, when you fell unconscious, it fell apart already. All I care and all I want to protect is no one else but you, Frederica Esther Biancardi.”

George confessed, again and again, those things he couldn’t say directly to her for the past years. Indeed, it’s true that George has been keeping his feelings secret all this time and Frederica knew about it. She realized it long before he confessed his feelings from his gestures, even before she met Alverstoke.

Frederica looked down as she couldn’t even see him into his eyes directly. Holding her tears that actually have been falling more and more as minutes passed. “I’m not as good as you think. I slept with another man too after he abused me—”

A sin.

A sin she confessed for the first time to someone else. The infidelity she committed behind Alverstoke too. But instead of being disappointed nor shocked, George smiled. “Because you seek happiness. You seek love that you don’t receive. Because you wanted the warmth— you needed it. No—, you deserve it.”

George wiped her tears carefully as if he’s scared to break her apart for even touching her lightly. She looked fragile. “I’m not going to say or consider that as a part of cheating. No, not at all. It’s a part of you moving on from the past. It’s all in the past too. I want to walk the roads of the present and future together with you and the twins.”

George knelt down as he looked up at her. He took a deep breath and again, asked her the same question.

ㅤㅤ “Frederica Esther Biancardi, ㅤㅤ will you be my wife?”

Frederica, again, was still hesitant about what she should do. “I wanna take things slowly, George. I’ve told you that after the divorce, things will be much harder for me. To rebuild the trust and to—”

ㅤㅤ “That’s okay. I understand. ㅤㅤ I’ll be there too.”

She bit her lower lips and extended her hand to him. It wasn’t easy, especially for Fre. She felt something is still missing, deep down there.

ㅤㅤ “I’ll give a thought about it first, ㅤㅤ okay? I’m too scared to walk ㅤㅤ into the same hole again.”

George nodded. He nodded because he understood what happened to the woman that she decided to do this. It wasn’t easy, he knew it. At least, he had his chance to keep her safe and protect her. “How about… let’s take things slowly? I might return the ring one day…”

“That’s okay. As long as I got my chance and opportunity to keep you safe and to let you feel loved like you’re supposed to be.” George smiled at her. “You can return it whenever you want. In an hour, tomorrow, later— that’s okay.”

His hands shaking from the feeling of nervousness. Slowly sliding the ring to her finger as he kissed the back of her hand. He came to ask for his chance— and today, he finally received it. Though it may not last forever, at least she gave him a chance.

The man slowly rose up from his position and hugged her tightly. He landed some kisses on her crown and one on her forehead.

ㅤㅤ “I’m in love with you.”

He whispered softly, again confessing his love towards the woman. The woman who gave him a chance to love her.

End of A Marriage Proposal.

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