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indouloureux · 2 years

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eddie fic where he's sleeping beside the reader after a heated fight and he makes it up by fucking her from behind?

shisjskssj make up sex *faints.* thank you for requesting! <3

18+ mdni — afab!reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, praising, p in v, unprotected sex, light choking, biting, scratching, creampie

he never thought it would hurt to see your back facing him.

usually it excites him. knowing he'd surprised you, hug you from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and place his chin on top of your head as he greets you with messy kisses.

same goes for tedious nights, spooning you, encasing his own body in yours in benign possession; in a promise of protection to the people who thinks of harming you. eddie feels as though he's keeping his own heart against his chest.

but now, your back facing him squeezes his chest. and you're not even beside him — you're by the edge of the bed, curled into the ball with the blanket halfway through your torso, hands tucked beneath your pillow as you breathe unevenly. you're still awake.

it started at work. at some dingy restaurant where you waitered, serving some greedy and sordid men who thought a hand down your ass was enough of a tip. they never got away with it, because your boss knew it was wrong. and eddie knew that none of it was your fault — of course he did. he should.

but an old friend came over. an old boy-space-friend came over at work. sat on the booth right at the corner. and you couldn't help but catch up, because he was an old friend. but eddie got the wrong idea; standing outside the restaurant with a smile that slowly fell as you laughed and smack some other guy's arm as you did so — the way you'd do to eddie when you couldn't breathe from all the laughter.

he wasn't insecure. eddie knew you loved him. but it didn't mean he would trust the guys around you immediately. watching at the way the old friend eyed you like some fresh meat, the way his hand would go on your shoulder as he laughs like a pretentious dick.

jealousy burnt him alive. it put him in a sour mood even as he picked you up, chastised his kiss by placing it on your cheek, but his hand on your thigh was tighter.

and gasoline rained upon him when you went home.

"come on. i saw the way you touched his arm!"

"it wasn't even a touch, it was a slap! i slap my dad's arm like that all the time. what the hell is wrong with you?"

"maybe if you weren't flirting with some guy, i wouldn't have acted this way."

you weren't even the one who poured it.

as the fire died, residues of leaden smoke pervade the bedroom. as well as your irritation towards his irrationality. because for you, though he may not have said it, you think that he's lost his trust by the simple sight of another man laughing harmlessly with you.

it angers you. how he got jealous — even though you would have felt the same if you ever saw him with some other person. but you know you'd never shout at him, or accuse him of flirting, or any other detrimental acts that could break the chain in your tethered hearts.

but you're young. and you're petty. and you have every reason to be mad. so you are mad. sinking into your side, eyes shut even though the dreams refuse to start. you know eddie's staring at your spine, tracing the color of your thin shirt — your shirt rather than his. a detail he's picked up that leaves a pang to his chest that spreads everywhere.

he thinks of letting this go. letting you sit in your own cottage of anger until its wood has been burnt into nothing but lethal ashes. but if eddie sits this one out, there'll be nothing left to fix; what would ashes do if not be swept away by the wind?

eddie sighs. "(y/n)."

no answer. duh.

"sweetheart."

he gently, so gently, places a hand on your shoulder to shake you carefully. you frown at his sudden touch, but you refuse to move and try to trick him into thinking that you were asleep. because you really just want to sleep.

but ever the fighter, eddie makes another sigh before he's scooting closer to you. until the curve of your back hits his chest and he hooks his arms around your waist, his fingers splayed around your stomach. "baby," he mumbles, pressing his lips on your clothed shoulder.

your tongue clicks with the roof of your mouth, the lines between your eyebrows deepening as you try not to melt into his touch. "what, eddie?"

his nose tickles the crevice of your neck, his breath hot as he huffs against your skin. "i'm sorry, baby," eddie pouts, his head lifting slightly to take a glimpse of your eye and cheek. "i didn't mean to yell. or accuse you."

hesitantly, you open your eyes, staring onto the poster that sticks to the plaster walls of his trailer, but your focus remains on the way his hand is lightly massaging your stomach and his lips that stay on your shoulder.

you turn around, the sheets ruffling along with your heavy huff. eddie etches a small, triumphant smile on his face, even though you're still frowning at him.

"sorry doesn't cut it, eddie," you whisper. his smile withers, licking his lips before he nods in understatement. "you yelled at me. you accused me of flirting with someone else. it's like you don't trust me."

eddie puts his hand on your arm, furrowing his eyebrows as he leans closer. "no. no baby, i trust you. it's just that—"

"you don't trust them. i know," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "but that doesn't mean you should yell at me. he was a friend. we were catching up. and i'm sorry if it made you think that way but we should have just talked about it."

guilt showers him. and embarrassment drowns him in this tub; because he knows you're right. eddie should have sat down, or approached you quietly, and maybe he should have just asked who he was and told himself that you'd choose him over anyone. because you would, right?

because you promised. and he believes it because he trusts you.

"princess," he whispers into the thin air, cold and cruel to exposed skin. "i'm sorry. i- i trust you with my whole heart. i swear. okay? i'll never do it again, i promise you." brazenly does he let his fingers dance up your arm to the side of your face where he pushes your hair away, swallowing thickly. "i swear to you. i swear on my hair. on ozzy osbourne. on the hellfire club. even dustin henderson. i swear."

you find the love in you to laugh and smile at him, despite the fact that it wasn't a joke and he knew that he'd actually swear on dustin — the kid he adores the most. you place your hand on top of his, the one on your cheek, and find comfort in the warmth of his flesh in this cold night.

"i still need to see some groveling, though," you half-jest. "i wanna see you on your knees tomorrow. cooking for me. iron my clothes. fold my laundry. everything." eddie grins, his teeth glinting between his thin lips. "that shows then how sorry you are."

"baby, i'd be at your service any time," he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, lips placed on top of a vein. "i'd be on my knees for you anytime." eddie says this with the hand beneath his body untucking itself so that it would travel down your stomach, coz he's a sucker for a great performance.

eddie nudges his nose with yours, his lips hovering in a ghost of a wanted kiss but never truly reuniting. his hand wanders down, cheeky fingertips lingering above your shirt before it comes down beneath to touch your hot flesh. "babe," you warn, letting your eyes flutter shut when his thumb grazes the skin beneath your breasts. "i still- i still haven't fully forgiven you. 'was supposed to give you the silent treatment but—"

"but we're here now, hm?" you gasp at the touch of his rough hand suddenly groping your tit, pressing your hard buds against his palm as his fingers dig onto your flesh, squeezing it like some pillow. eddie smirks when your eyebrows join, lips parted to let out small, quiet whines when his other hand decides to slither beneath your shirt and cup your tits with his thumbs running over your nipples. "gonna let me make it up to you, princess? we can start now, yeah?"

you know he's not fully in control, in the way his hands still stay on your tits and never really where you want him to. his thumbs and fingers that pinch and pull on your hardened buds awaits for your guidance; you take one hand of his, and shove it beneath your sleep shorts to let him cup the pool of wetness created by merely by the fondling of your breasts.

eddie chuckles, each beat drips boastfully. "all that for me? you're mad at me but you're still wet, huh?"

you tsk, frowning still with your eyes closed. "shut up or i'll fuck myself in the bathroom."

"with what?" he queries, fingers tracing the lace of your panties before they press against your slit through the fabric. eddie bites his lip when you moan quietly, subtly grinding against his palm. "your fingers, hm? thought you can't make yourself cum? because your fingers aren't as big as mine, sweetheart. you'll just anger yourself more."

still, despite his teasing, he moves your panty to the side and lets his fingertips drag through your slick folds. eddie swallows the moan that comes out by pressing his lips with yours — a messy, breathy open mouthed kiss that makes your hips stutter against his fingers that they slip to prod on your starving hole. he shoves his tongue in your mouth, flicking it with yours before he closes his lips around you to fully kiss you, silencing your moans.

his fingers decide that sliding them against your cunt wasn't enough, coming up to rub your clit in slow figure-eights. you squirm against him, slowly lifting when eddie's other arm wraps beneath you to push your head closer to him, resting on the side of your head to at least keep you still and quiet.

"eddie," you whine. "you're such- you-ah...you're an asshole."

your glinting slick coats his fingers. your supposed insult makes him press harder to your clit that makes you jolt, eyebrows clenched and raised when he does so. "i know, baby," he hums, smiling roguishly. "i'm such an asshole for touching you after we fight. i'm such an asshole that—"

he plunges his fingers — two fingers, right inside your hole. straight up until he's knuckle deep and his fingertips graze your g-spot when he curls them. you moan loudly against his lips, only to be muffled when he encases your mouth again.

"—i'm only fingering you," he finishes. "that i'm teasing you. because you want my cock, right? i know you want it. gotta give my princess what she wants, hm? but how will i be sure if it's my dick she wants if she can't even say it?"

you're panting, even though eddie's doing all the work by fucking you with his long fingers. he's pressing and tracing your gummy walls; scissoring his limbs in the way he knows you love that has your toes curling. your grip his forearm, nails digging on the bats on his skin until there's crescent indentations on his opalescent organ.

"say it, baby," he nips at your bottom lip, opening his eyes just to stare at your slacked jaw and wrinkled face. you whine and whimper when he picks up the pace and goes fast, a soft squelching noise heard beneath the blankets from your arousal.

"i- i want your cock," you mewl, legs spreading wider. when eddie shoves a third finger, your forehead touches his, greeted by an unsynchronized kiss where you take his top lip into yours. "p-please. i want your cock, eddie. your big, fat fucking cock inside me."

"atta girl," eddie takes his fingers away, shoving three of them to suck out your sweet juices. he moans as he does so, your eyes opening and you feel like you could just cum right there at the sight of it. "turn around, sweetheart."

you go back to your old position — your back to his chest. but this time it doesn't squeeze his chest. it makes all the blood flow down to his hardening cock, begging to be sprung out by his tight boxers and dive into your gaping hole.

still with an arm beneath you, eddie uses the advantage to lightly wrap his hand around your neck, pressing on the sides. your hand moves blindly behind you, searches for his cock that eddie tries to free as he removes his briefs and tucks it beneath his ass. he licks on his palm and jerks himself a few times, groaning when your palm meets his shaft and pumps him sloppily.

"fuck, baby," he pants. "god it hurts. i need to- i need to be inside you right now."

eddie nips at your earlobe, both your hands holding his cock upright as he presses his tip right into your hole that clenches on nothing but the sweaty air. you take a deep breath when he starts pushing in, his hand leaving his cock to push your leg up from beneath your knee, his length slowly pushing in until his thick mushroom bulges almost painfully at your cervix.

he stops then when he's pushed to the hilt; his balls right up at your neglected hole. eddie lets out a short moan, grunts when your nails scratch at his forearm and throw your head back where your hair meets his lips.

"‘y so tight, (y/n)," he sighs. "can feel you squeezing the shit out of me. i'm gonna move now, okay?"

you nod. eddie pushes his hips back, cunt halfway through his length before he slams back in, tip almost bulging out of your navel. your hand comes up to wrap behind his head, letting his lips evade your temple, trailing down to your neck where he removes his hand just so he can suck on your sweaty complexion.

he's slowly pistons himself, though despite the laggard thrusting, skin slapping is heard. eddie's panting on your neck, your moans high-pitched and sometimes mistaken as a whimper when you try to keep quiet as to not disturb neighbors nearby.

"love this cunt," eddie groans, his thrust slowly fastening. "such a tight pussy. pretty fucking pussy jus' taking all of me 'coz you're such a good girl, yeah? a good girl who deserves everything; even my fucking cock. come on, baby, milk me dry."

his grunting exceeds when he fucks himself faster, your ass grinding up against him. you wish to see his face, the way they would always scrunch up into his blissful haze at the feeling of your walls against his bare dick. but you're too cockdrunk, your limbs tangled into this clusterfuck of released anger and make up sex.

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his teeth biting at your skin. "shit, baby," you mewl, pushing up against him. "fuck me faster— oh, yes! yes yes, fuck!"

he removes the hand from your knee to rub your clit, almost ripping the seams of your underwear as his hand moves vigorously on the swollen nub. he circles, he rubs it left and right in a quick pace that almost matches his thrusts. his slick and your arousal creating the most lewd and loud squelching noises that the covers can't even muffle.

"oh- yeah," eddie moans, maybe a bit louder than you. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna fucking cum, baby."

eddie doesn't need your approval, anyway, because at one thrust, you're spilling all over his thick cock, painting his muscle in white, salty cream. he moans when he feels your warm substance coat him like the way your hand would. and soon, his tip pushes his seed deep in your pussy, paints you hot white like a blank canvas.

but despite his sensitive cock twitching, he's still slowly thrusting inside you. eddie pulls out when he's had enough, turns your panting into whimpers when his fingers scoop up his cum and push it back inside your spasming hole.

"eddie, i'm still sensitive," you say absentmindedly, eyes dripping.

"i know, baby," he kisses your cheek. "just gotta keep you full, okay? just keepin' it inside."

and when he's pressed your panties back in places and cleaned himself up with his hand, eddie wraps his arms around you once more, pushing you close to his chest and peppers kisses all over your head.

"i'm sorry," he whispers. "i still am sorry for what i did. i'll grovel tomorrow, i promise."

you hum, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "you're forgiven for like, five percent."

"five?!"

"because you teased me," you playfully kick his shin. "now let me sleep."

rushed bc dude i need to take a shit

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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bomber-grl · 5 months

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“Wanna get married?”

Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

(They’re about 19)

“WHAT??”

“What…? Why’re you so freaked out?” You and Damian were currently sitting across each other in the living room.

“What do you mean, why am I so freaked out?…explain yourself” his sudden mood changes never ceases to amaze you- something you seriously shouldn’t be thinking while being suspected of by an ex assassin .

“Well… Since we’re tired and bored, I asked if you’d wanna get married-“

“Yea, I understood the first time but why and…in what sense?” He interrupted you, rude

“Ok ok look, just hear me out” he glared at you but then sighed and just nodded.

“Alright” you sat up “so imagine this,me, you, fancy high end restaurant- AND before you say anything!” You shove a finger against Damian’s lips.

“Imagine the food, we can, idk… go in together and I could fake purpose to you for fun” you sat back and studied Damian’s facial expressions .

He let out the deepest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life that you’ve heard from him. Which is to say a lot since sighs from Damian aren’t exactly uncommon.

He leaned back and started thinking “where would you even get a ring-“

“I’ve thought of that” is how you responded and quickly pulled out the best looking ring you have.

“Okayyyy, I don’t know why you have that but, ugh, fine.” He said finally admitting defeat. He got to his feet and held out a hand for you to grab.

Show time.

The two of you decided to head out the the fanciest, high class restaurant damian knows and once the two of you got dressed you had Alfred drive you there.

You’d be lying if you said you and Damian didn’t look absolutely stunning, I mean anyone would be jealous if they saw the two of you, not knowing whether they’d want to be with you or you.

Once you finally stepped out you stayed behind and watched as Damian managed to get a seat despite not having a reservation, maybe all he said was that he was Bruce Wayne’s son.

Well anyway, a waiter led you there and had you two seated in a very public place, nice.

Although it was good for your plan it wasn’t exactly ideal, especially since Damian really hates being the center of attention.

Anyway the both of you ended up eating away without a care of the cost (mostly you) and when you saw it fit you got up, cleared your throat and began your plan.

“Damian Wayne, you and I had been friends for a long time now and we’ve been dating for a good while aswell. I’m aware we are young but our young age doesn’t make my love for you invalid. So I ask this with upmost sincerity-“ you go to kneel and continue your cringe ass over the top speech.

“I wish for you and I to be lovers and even more in the near future so-“ you pull into your pocket and get the ring and open the box “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

Collective gasps could be heard around the restaurant and even some people pulled out their phones to record- I mean imagine Damian Wayne and y/n l/n getting married of all people???

An event of the century

Well Damian’s shocked face was worth it and although unexpected, his blush certainly wasn’t unwelcomed.

Nice! He was s totally selling it

Anyway he got up abruptly and nodded his head, that wasn’t enough for you though. “What?-“

“YES ILL MARRY YOU” he hastily let you slip the ring on his finger and he called over the waiter to bring your check.

Someone had to have called paparazzi because when you stepped out of the establishment there was flashing lights all around you while you two hurriedly got into the vehicle driven by Alfred.

The very next day you were forced to go to the Wayne manor because of how much Damian kept pestering you.

Once you managed to sneak past the news reporters you entered the living room and the whole family was there, everyone had mixed reactions but most of them Thought it was hilarious.

But in all seriousness Bruce said that you’ll have to give an official statement saying it was all a stunt while a video of the news played on the tv talking about you and Damian’s new engagement.

The next few days were full of people spreading “Damian x y/n” all over previous haters and people were also mentioning how absurd it was due to your young age.

“Damian’s and y/ns engagement “ was trending all over twitter and any social media platform and although it was fun while it lasted an official statement had to be published eventually. 😔

It was fun calling Damian your “fiancé” when in interviews, but everything must come to an end 😔

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firegirl888101 · 7 months

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Insatiable Madness (9)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

I wonder what will happen when you have to leave for college? Will you be able to keep afloat under the pressure?

Reader is Gender Neutral!

It was the next morning.

You'd woken up with a slightly damp face. When you grabbed the things you needed and limped to your bathroom, you could clearly see you'd been crying the entire night.

'Oh well, it's not like anyone will see your face.'

That's what you would have thought if you weren't being held hostage. You could feel eyes trailing your form, despite nobody watching you. Is this paranoia? Anxiety? You couldn't quite place the feeling.

You loathed your situation, you despised it.

How could anyone be so heartless? You couldn't understand, even when you researched all the harbinger's pasts. Sure, they went through horrible situations no person should ever go through. But did this excuse their behaviour towards other people?

Of course not.

You began brushing your teeth like usual, watching the dampness in your cheeks begin to dry in the mirror. All of a sudden, you heard loud footsteps ascending towards your current location in the house.

Fear coursed through your veins.

They must have heard you limp clumsily to the bathroom after waking up. What do you do? The last time you tried to hide in the bathroom from them they tore down the door and beat you senseless! Well, that was just Scaramouche. But you didn't doubt that it would happen once more.

Speaking of the previous beating, you felt a lot better. The pain in your legs had gotten a bit better, everywhere else was just about the same. You figured a couple more days rest would heal you, the only problem was you would never be able to rest with these harbingers in your house!

You heard a light knock on the door, the knock echoing into your ears as you feel your heart drop to the floor.

You walk to the door with shaky legs and put your hand around the doorknob. Your intention was to open the door and greet the person on the other side with a sarcastic greeting, not to carress the damn handle!

You couldn't help it though. You kept getting flashbacks of hiding in that public bathroom at the restaurant. What would make this whole situation worse is if the harbinger behind the door were to be Scaramouche of all people.

You really didn't want that.

"I know you're in there! Archons, please let me in. I've been dying for a piss!" A voice called out from behind the door, knocking slightly harder to imply how desperate the male voice was.

Is that... Childe? You never thought you'd hear Griffin Burns' voice this early in the morning.

"...Just a minute." You said quietly, hoping he heard from outside the room. If he didn't, you didn't think you'd grow the balls to repeat yourself.

Grabbing your brush from inside a cupboard, you unlocked the door and come face to face with Childe hunched down with a face of panic and desperation.

"Thank you, wait there I need to speak with you after!" He said very fast, running into the room and shutting the door in a flash.

Well, that just happened.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Childe burst through the bathroom door with a satisfied smile. He smiled wider when realising you actually did wait for him.

The two of you walked and sat down on the stairs, since you declined his offer of talking in your bedroom. You scolded him for even suggesting such a thing, reminding him that it was the only room in the entire house that was off-limits.

"So... How are you feeling this morning?" He hesitantly asked, eyeing you.

"I'm alive, never thought I'd wake up this morning to be honest." You answered him honestly, rolling your eyes slightly.

Childe gave a guilty expression as a reply.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Is he? No way, surely not. He's a Fatui Harbinger, a bloodthirsty and unstable man who reeks of testosterone. There is no way in hell he's guilty about massacring your entire family.

"If you're trying to make me feel guilty about making you apologise due to yesterday, please don't."

"Ahaha... I can assure you that's not my intention." He sweated slightly. "Rather, I have something to confess."

"Confess?"

What on earth could he possibly want to confess first thing in the morning? You thought, a confused expression on your face.

Childe looked like he was fighting with himself as he opened his mouth to explain further. He closed it soon after and stayed quiet with thoughtful eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something...

---

"I'll be making my leave as well." Capitano broke the ongoing silence.

The Harbingers had been sitting at the dinner table, contemplating what to do once Y/N had left.

"You are required to stand to your post, Il Capitano." Pierro gave the captain a nasty look.

The Captain hesitated, however, after pausing he sat in the seat Y/N had once sat in themself.

"I should have known they weren't alone. Damn it, it seems obvious now. Who would dine at a restaurant by themself?" Dottore frowned with an impatient sigh.

"Could you even call that greasy place a restaurant?" Pantalone questioned the doctor.

"That is not the issue here." Dottore pointed at the banker, whom gave him a serene smile in return.

"This is rather worrying, it seems their hate for us is more justified than we thought."

"No shit." Scaramouche reentered the room, his arms folded as he sat down in his chair from before.

"And where did you go for that short period of time?" Arlecchino gave the puppet a dirty glance.

"I went to make sure they weren't trying to leave the house when I saw them leave this room." He explained with sharp eyes.

"You morons truly are easy to escape from. They could have escaped at any point in time while you all were lounging around the house."

"Balladeer, this is not the point of conversation right now." Columbina smiled at him, her eyebrows clearly showing she wasn't amused.

"She's right." Childe spoke for the first time since he heard the devastating news.

He felt guilty, incredibly guilty. He himself knows what it's like to be in the comfort and care of their family. To hear that he's the main reason why they were slaughtered? He felt ashamed. He knew the others wouldn't feel as much guilt as he did, if they could even express guilt at the current situation.

He was the one to suggest such an action as he got impatient, and felt bloodthirsty. Looking back on the past now, it felt very rushed. Didn't you say it yourself? "You killed my family just to 'take me away from my world'!?"

Why didn't he question you further? Why didn't he just wait for fuck's sake. His mindless suggestion might have just ruined this entire mission - might have ruined any possible information or friendship from you.

But, what if you never found out? What if you would always think it was a collective decision? You're The Decider, one whom decides what the traveller does and how they do it.

You've met him in Liyue! You know he'd never suggest to kill a family, considering he never fails to bring his own into the conversation...

Let's hope the other Harbingers also stay silent.

"What are we going to do about the whole 'being stuck here situation'? The Decider is right, we can't just stay in their house." Signora shook her head.

"Well, you also heard them explain how Teyvat's resources don't exist here. I won't be able to recreate the machine no matter how hard I focus." Dottore shrugged.

"If only I'd been entrusted by The Tsaritsa." Sandrone rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I'd have been able to make a far more efficient machine without having to use organic sources."

"And what would you know about my machine?" Dottore challenged her, his eyebrow raised.

"Well, for one, you're clones aren't very... aware of spies in your laboratory." She smirked at the doctor. "I am fully aware of your experimentations with the Cecilia. Not to mention how they were a key part of your invention."

"I should kill you for knowing this."

"And yet you can't."

"Will you two stop your squabbling? You've been arguing since we arrived in this world." Pierro ordered the two, glaring at their behaviour.

This is going to be a long and boring meeting like usual. Childe thought, groaning to himself.

---

"Nevermind, what's important right now is you do what you should've done last night." Childe shook his head, a small yet noticeable smile on his face.

"And that is?"

"You'll know once you come downstairs."

The second you reached the bottom of the stars, an expression of horror you couldn't hide showed on your face.

"What the fuck have you done to my living room!? Where did you get all of this!?" You screamed, pointing at the mattresses and duvets sprawled across the small room.

"Well, we didn't know where to sleep." Childe shrugged, standing next to you and sighing when noticing Dottore was watching a surgical channel.

"My, oh my, why would she choose to have that in her body?" Dottore mumbled to himself, taking notes on his small notepad.

"What's wrong with you? The morning has just started." Arlecchino glared, purposefully covering the televison with her hand from her vision.

"I'm sorry." You coughed, looking at all the Harbingers strangely. "You didn't know where to sleep, and decided taking apart my sofa and raiding my cupboards was the right decision?"

"We didn't want to wake you up. Especially since you'd been crying the whole night." Columbina pointed out, snuggling into the blankets around her.

"How did you--"

"Some of us don't sleep." Scaramouche hissed at you. "You were very loud."

"I apologise, I can't believe I forgot to assign beds." You facepalmed, partially to hide your face from the harbingers and partially to reflect.

"There's a guest room with a double bed one or two of you could have slept in, you should have knocked on my bedroom door!"

"Arguably, you did specify not to approach your bedroom." Pierro coughed into his hand.

For a good reason, which will save you a lot of embarrassment. But he nor the rest of the harbingers need to know that.

"Whatever." You yawned, snatching the TV remote from Dottore's side. "I'll be switching to the news since nobody is enjoying the current channel except you, Dottore."

"Damn it."

You swapped the channel, sitting as best you can on the hard sofa (still without it's pillows) with a bored expression.

That boredom didn't last long though, because on the daily news channel you liked to watch you saw your own face staring back at you with the words 'Missing' above your picture.

"Oh, what the fu--"

Hello everyone, View 9 is finally done! I was hoping I would be able to make it longer, but I realised if I kept going this would be two views worth and I don't want to make it too long. I think this will be the turning point now, Yandere scenes will begin to show more. Characters from here on may not react to certain situations in which they normally would. This is because of their change in attitudes and because I can't write very well and am doing this for fun :,)

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

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rafesapologist · 5 months

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the set up — rafe cameron; part twenty two

summary: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: angst, swearing, fighting

author's note: cue silver springs by fleetwood mac

"Y/N?"

Rafe's voice breaks through the haze of your tears. The mixture of surprise and pain tightens your chest as you look up to see him standing there, concern etched across his face.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. The weight of the past, the hurtful comments, and the unexpected encounter at the restaurant hangs in the air. Rafe takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you're feeling. The silence stretches between you until he finally speaks, his voice gentle, "Are you okay?"

Your laughter is bitter, laced with the pain you've been trying to bury. "Why does it matter to you?" you retort, the words escaping your lips sharper than intended. The question hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions.

Rafe's initial surprise is replaced by a somber expression as he responds, "I was just worried. What Topper said was harsh, and I didn't want you to be alone after that." His words carry a hint of remorse, as if he regrets the pain caused by the cruel banter at the table.

You meet Rafe's gaze, a mix of frustration and hurt in your eyes. "There's nothing Topper said that wasn't true, Rafe. I don't need your pity," you reply, your voice edged with bitterness.

He sighs, "You're still as stubborn as ever, Y/N." Rafe runs a hand through his buzzcut, his gaze heavy with regret. "Look, I'm not here to pity you. I just… I couldn't stand hearing that shit back there. You don't deserve that."

Your voice wavers as you admit, "This is all my fault, Rafe. Everything that happened, it's because of me." You hesitate, struggling to find the right words to explain the tangled mess of emotions within you.

Rafe's eyes soften as he takes a seat beside you on the cold pavement. "Y/N, it's not all on you. We both made mistakes." His voice is gentle, carrying the weight of shared history and pain.

A dry laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head. "We should've never been together, Rafe. It was a disaster waiting to happen." The weight of your own words hangs in the air, and you feel a mixture of bitterness and regret.

Rafe winces, the impact of your words hitting him like a sudden blow. His expression transforms into one of genuine sadness, and his eyes reflect the pain he feels. It's as if each word you uttered dug a little deeper, reopening wounds he thought were healing. His gaze, once hopeful, now reflects a mixture of pain and longing, as if he's grappling with the harsh reality of the situation. The sadness in his eyes is palpable, a silent plea for understanding, forgiveness, or perhaps just a glimmer of the connection you once shared.

Rafe's voice carries a gentle sincerity as he responds, "I don't regret being with you, Y/N. It was the most alive I've ever felt." His words hang in the air, laced with a vulnerability that echoes the depth of his emotions. The sincerity in his voice reflects a raw honesty, baring a glimpse into the profound impact your relationship had on him. Despite the hardships, his admission seems to convey a genuine appreciation for the moments you shared, no matter how fleeting or tumultuous they may have been.

Tears glisten in your eyes as you confess with a trembling lip, "You're the only person I've ever been in love with, Rafe." The weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, each syllable carrying the magnitude of your emotions. In that vulnerable moment, you lay bare your heart, expressing a depth of feeling that transcends the pain and turmoil that has defined your recent history. The admission is both a testament to the intensity of your connection with Rafe and a painful acknowledgment of the fractures that have now severed that bond.

Rafe's eyes flicker between your lips and eyes, his expression a mixture of longing and contemplation. The weight of your words hangs in the air, and for a moment, silence envelops you both. Finally, Rafe breaks the quiet with a raw admission, "I still think you were the love of my life, Y/N." His words carry a heaviness, echoing the profound impact you've had on his heart. The vulnerability in his gaze reveals the depth of his emotions, laying bare the scars left by your shared history.

Your voice trembles with vulnerability as you question Rafe, "Why didn't you call?" The ache of unanswered questions and lingering emotions permeates the air, and your eyes search his for an explanation, seeking closure in the midst of the pain.

"I... I felt like I had to let you go," he confesses, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "You wanted a lifestyle that I couldn't give you. I thought I was doing what was best for you, even if it hurt like hell."

You scoff, a mixture of anger and hurt in your voice. "So, what? You just decided I wasn't worth it? That I couldn't handle your world, your problems? Is that what you thought of me, Rafe?"

Rafe's jaw tightens, and he sighs. "No, Y/n, it's not like that. I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I didn't want you to get caught up in the mess I was in."

"You think leaving me alone made me happy, Rafe?" you retort, pulling away from the hug, wiping away your tears. "I needed you, not some grand gesture of 'figuring things out.' You abandoned me, and now you're telling me it's because you thought it would make me happy? That's just a messed-up excuse."

Rafe looks down, unable to meet your gaze. "I know I messed up. I should have communicated better, but I was dealing with my own demons. I thought I was doing what was best for you."

"You don't get to decide what's best for me, Rafe," you say, your voice quivering with a mix of anger and hurt. "And you certainly don't get to come back now acting like you're the hero trying to save the day. It's too late."

Rafe takes a deep breath, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the conversation. "You're right, Y/n. We both messed up, and we were on a destructive path. Maybe we needed this time apart to heal, or else we would've kept hurting each other."

You nod, acknowledging his words but not ready to fully accept them. The wounds are still fresh, and the pain runs deep. "Maybe," you say, your voice softer. "But that doesn't change what happened, Rafe. We can't go back and undo the past."

Your voice trembles as you ask, "Is she the one, then?"

Rafe's eyes search yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of hesitation. "Sofia… she's different. It's not that simple, Y/n."

Your heart sinks, and you avert your gaze, focusing on the distant waves crashing against the shore nearby. "Different how?"

He takes a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully. "She's been there for me, Y/N. After everything fell apart, after I.. left, she was there. I wasn't in a good place, and she helped me get through some tough times."

The words sting, and you clench your fists, trying to contain the flood of emotions. "So, she's the one now," you state, more as a realization than a question.

Rafe looks torn, conflicted by the complexity of the situation. "I don't know, Y/N. I care about her, but it's not that simple to replace what we had."

The pain is palpable, and you fight back tears. "I see," is all you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the revelation hangs heavy in the air, and the silence between you stretches on, mirroring the vast expanse of the darkening parking lot.

You wipe your tears with the back of your hand, a mixture of frustration and sadness evident in your eyes. With a deep breath, you manage to steady yourself, brushing off the gravel from your clothes. Looking down at Rafe, you speak, your voice strained, "I'll leave you alone. It's clear you've moved on."

Rafe watches you rise to your feet, a pained expression on his face. "Y/n, it's not that simple. It's complicated, and—"

Cutting him off, you shake your head, not wanting to hear any more explanations. "Save it, Rafe. I can't keep doing this to myself. Do you have any idea how much pain I've been through since you left? I waited for months, hoping against hope that you'd call. But here I am, finding out that you've been busy with somebody else all this time."

Rafe scoffs, his expression a mixture of shock and hurt. He shakes his head, as if trying to dispel the weight of your words. "You think I haven't been hurting?" he retorts, his voice laced with frustration. "This decision wasn't easy for me either, especially after I found out what you did with JJ. I had to live with that."

Anger and hurt surge through you like a storm, and without thinking, you walk up to Rafe. Fueled by a mix of emotions, you shove him, your hands colliding with his chest. "Go to hell, Rafe!" you spit out, your voice a mixture of anger, betrayal, and a touch of lingering pain. The push is both a physical and emotional release, a manifestation of the pent-up frustration and heartache that have consumed you for months. The tears in your eyes threaten to spill over as you turn away, not wanting to witness the aftermath of your outburst.

The doors swing shut behind you, muffling the distant sounds of the restaurant. The cool evening air greets your flushed face as you storm off into the kitchen, leaving behind the remnants of a shattered encounter with Rafe. With swift, determined movements, you rip off your waist apron, the fabric protesting with each forceful tug, and hurl it to the ground.

The metallic clatter echoes in the confines of the kitchen, a sharp punctuation to the emotional turmoil brewing within. The kitchen staff casts furtive glances in your direction, sensing the storm of emotions you carry. As you reach for your tote bag, hands trembling, a bitter taste of tears lingers in your mouth.

Each item you retrieve from your bag feels like a lifeline, a small attempt to regain control in the midst of chaos. The rhythmic thud of your heart matches the intensity of the moment, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the restaurant beyond those swinging doors.

With your belongings in hand, you take a moment to compose yourself. The cool tiles beneath your feet offer a fleeting sense of grounding, a brief sanctuary before reentering the outside world. The air seems charged with the residual tension of the encounter, a palpable reminder of the fractures that now mar the once-shared history.

The doors open before you, revealing the fading sunlight of the evening. As you step out, the weight of recent emotions clings to you like an invisible cloak. The discarded apron remains on the kitchen floor, a symbolic release from a life that once felt whole. The echoes of your footsteps resonate in tandem with the echoes of a fractured heart.

Rafe remains seated at the table, his posture a carefully crafted facade of nonchalance. He keeps his eyes fixed on the remnants of a meal that now feels like a distant memory, each bite a bitter reminder of the emotional turbulence that unfolded. The subtle clinks of cutlery against plates provide a rhythmic backdrop, a stark contrast to the chaos within.

His friends continue their chatter, oblivious to the storm raging within Rafe. He steals a furtive glance toward the kitchen doors, heart sinking at the realization of the pain he inadvertently caused. The sight of you storming out, shoulders heavy with the weight of unspoken words, lingers in his mind.

An uneasy tension settles in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the fractures in relationships that were once unbreakable. Rafe clutches his drink, the condensation from the glass doing little to quell the warmth spreading through his veins. A pang of regret tightens his chest as he grapples with the aftermath of the encounter.

The night unfolds around him, the ambient noise of the restaurant morphing into a distant hum. Rafe feigns engagement in the conversation, a masterful act to conceal the turmoil beneath the surface. Yet, with each passing moment, the weight of what transpired grows heavier, casting a shadow over the once carefree gathering.

As the evening wears on, Rafe wrestles with the internal conflict, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the kitchen doors, half-expecting you to reappear. The air is thick with the unspoken, a lingering tension that refuses to dissipate. In the midst of the restaurant's buzz, Rafe grapples with the consequences of his choices, uncertain of how to navigate the fractured landscape he finds himself in.

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The screams echoed in the confined space of your room, a cathartic release for the overwhelming emotions tearing at your insides. Clothes flew haphazardly, a chaotic dance of fabric and frustration. The once neatly organized closet transformed into a disarray of colors and textures, mirroring the chaos within your heart.

Each discarded garment seemed to carry memories, both beautiful and painful. The pile grew as you continued, an unintentional metaphor for the wreckage left in the wake of shattered love. The room bore witness to your unraveling, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears.

The act of tearing through your wardrobe became a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil. Each discarded piece carried a story – a date night, a shared laugh, a stolen kiss – and with each memory, the pain deepened. The room bore witness to your silent battle, the walls absorbing the echoes of your distress.

As the last piece was added to the growing pile, you sank to the floor, surrounded by the remnants of a life that once felt whole. The room held a solemn stillness, interrupted only by the occasional hiccup of a sob. The disarray mirrored the storm raging within, a tangible representation of a heart in ruins.

Alone in the midst of the wreckage, you clutched at the fabric of a discarded shirt, the material soft against your trembling fingers. The room held the residue of your anguish, a silent witness to the unraveling of a love story.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, surrounded by the remnants of your emotions scattered across the room. The pain in your chest was suffocating, and the thought of facing Rafe again felt unbearable. As the realization of your turmoil hit, you began to frantically pull your clothes out of the closet, creating a chaotic pile on the floor.

JJ's voice cut through the tumult as he knocked on the door, calling out your name. The concern in his tone made your heart ache even more. Swallowing hard, you wiped away a stray tear and mustered the strength to respond.

"I want to leave the cut, JJ," you admitted, your voice shaky and choked with emotion.

The door creaked open, and JJ stepped into the room. His eyes widened at the sight of your disarrayed belongings and the distress etched across your face. He moved closer, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.

"Leave the cut? Y/n, what do you mean?" JJ's words held a mix of surprise and worry.

You took a trembling breath, attempting to articulate the overwhelming emotions. "I… I can't stay here, JJ. Everything's falling apart, and I can't bear to be around it anymore."

JJ's grip on your shoulder tightened, and he tried to reassure you. "Hey, hey, listen. Leaving the cut isn't the answer. We'll figure this out, okay? You're not alone in this."

Your head shook in despair as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks. "I can't face Rafe, JJ. Not after everything that happened today. It's too much."

JJ sighed, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from your cheek. "You don't have to face it alone, Y/n. We're a team, remember? Let me help you."

Through tear-streaked eyes, you confided in JJ about the pain that seemed to resurface with a vengeance. "I thought I'd be healed by now, JJ. I really did. But seeing Rafe again… it's like everything I felt the day he left came rushing back. I can't escape it, and I can't keep pretending like I'm okay."

JJ's expression softened as he listened, understanding the depth of your struggle. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, offering silent support. "Y/n, healing isn't always linear. It's okay to feel this way, and it's okay to take the time you need. You're not alone in this, and you don't have to carry the weight by yourself."

You rested against JJ, allowing his presence to provide a momentary reprieve from the storm of emotions raging within you. The road to healing was proving to be more challenging than you anticipated, but JJ's unwavering support offered a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded you.

Tears streamed down your face as your head rested on JJ's shoulder. The weight of the pain, the memories, and the recent encounter with Rafe seemed almost unbearable. JJ held you close, offering a silent understanding that went beyond words. In that moment, the vulnerability you shared created a bond, a lifeline in the storm of emotions that threatened to engulf you. Together, in the embrace of a friend, you allowed the tears to flow, releasing some of the pent-up anguish that had been haunting you.

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Rafe pushed through the restaurant doors, the cool evening air hitting his face. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – the encounter with you, the revelation of your pain, and the weight of his own regrets.

As he stepped onto the sidewalk, Sofia's voice reached him, calling out his name. He paused, glancing over his shoulder to find her catching up. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?" Sofia asked, her tone light but probing.

Rafe's jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his hair. "Just need some air. I'll catch up with you later."

Sofia's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that something was amiss. "Is everything okay? You seem off."

He sighed, attempting a reassuring smile. "It's nothing, really. Just some stuff on my mind. Don't worry about it."

She studied him for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright, but don't disappear on me, okay? We're supposed to be having a good time."

Rafe managed a nod before turning away, distancing himself from the chaos of the restaurant and the complexities that lingered within. Sofia watched him go, a flicker of concern in her eyes, but Rafe's focus was elsewhere – on the tumultuous emotions echoing in his chest and the haunting memories of the past.

As he walked into the night, he couldn't shake the image of your tear-streaked face from his mind. The pain etched in your eyes cut through him, a stark reminder of the consequences of choices made and the irreversible damage inflicted. Unbeknownst to both Rafe and you, the threads of fate continued to weave intricate patterns, bringing forth challenges, revelations, and the potential for healing.

In the quiet solitude of the night, Rafe found himself wandering aimlessly through the dimly lit streets. Each step felt heavy with the weight of the past, the memories of his time with you, and the recent revelation of your lingering pain. The distant hum of the ocean and the cool breeze offered little solace as he grappled with the turmoil within.

Lost in thought, Rafe's mind replayed the moments of your encounter at the restaurant. The pain in your eyes had struck a chord deep within him, resurrecting emotions he thought he had buried. He couldn't shake the haunting images of you in tears, the hurt evident in every line of your face.

As he walked, Rafe's footsteps led him to a familiar place – the beach. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves greeted him as he approached the shoreline. The moon cast a gentle glow on the water, creating a serene backdrop that contradicted the storm raging within him.

Rafe sank onto the sand, his hands digging into the cool grains beneath him. The weight of regret settled on his shoulders, the reality of the choices he'd made sinking in. The pain in your eyes, the words left unspoken – it all echoed in the stillness of the night.

The sound of footsteps approached from behind, and Rafe turned to find Topper and Kelce walking toward him. They exchanged glances, noting the troubled expression on Rafe's face.

Topper nudged him playfully. "Hey, man, what's eating you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Rafe forced a half-hearted smile. "Just a lot on my mind, you know?"

Kelce raised an eyebrow. "Trouble in paradise? Sofia seemed pretty concerned back there."

Rafe's jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists in the sand. "It's complicated. Let's not get into it."

Topper and Kelce exchanged knowing glances, realizing that Rafe wasn't in the mood to share. The three of them sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, the distant murmurs of the ocean providing a somber soundtrack to their contemplations.

After a prolonged pause, Topper spoke up. "Well, whatever it is, you've got us. We're your friends, man."

Rafe nodded, appreciating the sentiment. Despite the camaraderie, the weight of the unresolved emotions lingered. The complexities of the night had only deepened, and Rafe found himself caught in a web of conflicting feelings.

As they sat by the shore, the waves continued their relentless dance, a metaphor for the ebb and flow of the challenges ahead. Little did Rafe know that the night held more revelations and twists, setting the stage for a journey that would test the boundaries of love, forgiveness, and self-discovery.

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doyouknowbtsswag · 11 months

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Hey ! Just discovered your account and I was wondering if you know the drama "Weak Hero class 1" ? Im in love with So-Ho character do you think you could write smth abt him ?

Joy Ride |So-Ho|

I haven’t actually watched this kdrama till I saw your request. Thank you so much because now I’m obsessed 😭. I hope you like it though ❤️

I sat at my desk rolling my eyes at the boys sitting behind me. Their little friend group acts as if they run the school. No one says anything though everyone just lets it happen scared of what they'd do. Honestly, sometimes I feel as though they are all bark but no bite. Finally, when school let out I looked over at my boyfriend who was sleeping resting his head on a cute pillow. I packed my stuff up and went over to his desk.

"So-ho~," I said sitting at the desk in front of his. I gently knocked on his head waiting for him to wake up. He groaned and rubbed his face. "Good morning"

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" He said tiredly.

"School just got out" I chuckled. "You slept through the class again"

"Not again"

"Don't worry I have notes for you" I smiled.

"How about we hang out for the rest of the day?" He said as we walked outside together.

"Don't you have work?" I asked as we made it to his motorcycle.

"Nope they gave me the day off and I want to spend it with you" He smiled at me giving me butterflies. "Hop on"

"What?"

"Get on the bike," He said putting his helmet on mine.

"No way I'll walk and-"

"Come on it's fun" He grinned.

"So-ho, le-"

"I promise I won't let you get hurt" He lead me to the seat. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you"

"Then get on I'll go slow," He said as I hesitantly got on the bike. He sat in front of me grabbing both of my hands and wrapped them around his waist. "Just hold on"

"Alright," I said nervously tightly grabbing his waist.

He started the motorcycle and revved the engine making me jump. He started driving as I buried my head in his neck scared to look around. The drive started to feel nice and the small bumps in the road that made me flinch got better over time. I carefully peeked my head out from his back to look around the sudden gust of wind overcame my body as I loosened my grip from So-ho's waist making him smiley at the sudden comfort. I looked around at the streetlights coming to like as the sun fell. Even though I've seen those lights flash multiple times this felt different. The adrenaline in my body and the wind flowing through my hair made me feel free, it made me feel alive. So-ho pulled over in front of a restaurant getting off the bike.

"Holy shit," I said catching my breath and smiling.

"I thought you didn't like going on motorcycles" He teased putting his hands in his pockets.

"I didn't either," I said placing the helmet down.

"I guess we're going shopping for a helmet."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm gonna start driving you home" He grabbed my hand as we walked into the restaurant. "or you could ride with me while working.

"How about both,"

"Perfect," He said.

When the waitress came over we decided to share a meal since I felt a little sick from the drive we took.

"That's normal, you'll get used to it."

"That's good I want to ride with you all the time." I smiled.

"Why don't we walk up to the store up the street that sells helmets." He said while eating. "Then we can go faster since we weren't going that fast."

"Perfect, I don't want you to get hurt"

"I'm more worried about you." He grabbed my hand from across the table. "You're always my first priority"

"Stop you're making me blush" I covered my face the butterflies coming back.

"I'm serious" He laughed lightly. "I care a lot about you"

"I care a lot about you too," I said all red.

After we finished eating So-ho paid for dinner and grabbed my hand as we walked outside. There was a peaceful silence between us as we walked down the sidewalk. It wasn't too packed so it was nice feeling the breeze. He walked in front of a store that specifically sold sports gear along with a few other items.

"Ladies first." He said opening the door.

"Why thank you kind sir" I jokingly bowed as we both made how way to the helmet section. "What color or design should I get?"

"Let's see what they have," He said as we walked in front of the gear we needed. "There aren't many colors left" He frowned

"It's fine, I can always come back you know," I said putting a random one on my head" What do you think?"

He smiled and whistled which made me gently smack his arm. I rolled my eyes smiling.

"I think it suits you" He smiled crossing his arms.

"You think so?" I asked looking at the item.

"I know so, plus like you said earlier we could come back" He uncrossed his arms as we made our way to the front grabbing a few miscellanies things on the way. "I'll pay"

"You paid for dinner let me" I insisted pulling money out and before he knew it everything was in the bag.

"Have a nice day!"

"You as well" I smiled and dragged my sulking boyfriend with me.

"You should have let me pay," He said. "Especially since it's my bike"

"Hey, don't worry about it I'm happy I did"

"Next time I'm buying a bigger dinner and you can't pinch in a cent," He said stopping to look at the lights.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"I've never really paid attention to the scenery since I'm always on the run." He said smiling. "I'm glad I'm able to see it with you"

"You should give yourself some more time off you work so hard" I admired his face in the beaming light that captured his beauty. His smile already lit up the streets and his eyes were captivating. He looked over at me staring but I didn't care I let myself stand my ground just this once.

"You're cute," I said out of nowhere making him turn red.

"What was that all about," He said off guard.

"To be honest I dunno just wanted to say that" I smiled.

"You're a hot mess express sometimes" He chuckled looking me in the eye and cupped my cheek.

It was my turn to be caught off guard as he wrapped his hand around my waist making me drop the bag in shock. I felt like I was in a romance K-drama with the swinging lights in the background, instead of Jae-Chan and Hong-Joo it was me and So-Ho. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I gently kissed him. It wasn't fast but it wasn't too slow. We both blushed looking at each other and then looking away shyly. He hugged me and I hugged him back little did I know what was going on behind the scenes. He pulled away from the hug and bent down to grab the bag.

"Let's go back on the Joy Ride" He smiled putting the helmet on my face and giving it a knock.

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dairy-farmer · 2 months

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Tim wakes up on a regular day just like any other day. He makes breakfast; gets ready for work; goes to WE; goes home; do a light workout; sleep. Ever since he woke up confused a few months ago, bruised and aching, he'd taken measures to live healthily and has led a very mundane life ever since. Or well, as mundane as one can be when you're a eighteen-year-old CEO to the company that belongs to his neighbors.

Except today, there came a sudden break in his pattern. Today was WE's quarterly meeting. And for the first time since he became CEO, the owner and former CEO of WE would be coming to the meeting. Tim is admittedly nervous. He had rarely interacted with Mr. Wayne. The most interaction he could remember was when Mr. Wayne adopted him a few months before he had decided to become emancipated. He doesn't know what he did during that brief period in time that impressed Mr. Wayne so much that he made him CEO. Whatever it was, he can't let Mr. Wayne down. Although Tim can live independently without relying on Mr. Wayne, the few months he had been adopted was enough for Tim to feel indebted.

The meeting goes well sans a few intense stares the board members gave him and Mr. Wayne. Then Mr Wayne asked to meet him in his office. Tim thought he wanted to go over the reports from the meeting but confusingly enough, Mr. Wayne kept on asking him questions about a restaurant chain and how he hasn't given any reports or updates to a cave?? Tim didn't know what's going on. He asks, as politely as he could, if Mr. Wayne had a drink before his meeting. But that might not have been the best question to ask because he looked so offended. Mr. Wayne gets mad and demands Tim to stop playing around and if this is still about Damian taking his position. Tim feels his heart stop. Did he do something wrong? Why is he about to be fired so suddenly? He knew Mr. Damian will inherit the company but last he knew he was still far too young. Mr. Wayne looks at him in shock and asks Tim to repeat what he called Damian, to which Tim did. Suddenly Mr. Wayne is putting on a rebreather and pressing something on Tim's desk. The room is soon filled with gas that knocks Tim out. The last thing Tim hears is Mr. Wayne calling something called Oracle and reciting a string of code.

Meanwhile, Bruce is panicking. It's been months since he last saw Tim. He had been distant with him all morning. He thought he was still mad about Damian taking his place as Robin but then he suddenly called Damian as Mr. Damian. Something is wrong with his son and they're going to find out what.

They checked with Leslie and all old footage of Red Robin. Tim never had any documented head injury so they don't know what was the cause of the amnesia until they asked Zatanna to come. After Zatanna checks Tim, she asks Bruce why exactly did he go to Tim right now and when was the last time he spoke to Tim. Bruce tells her that he missed his son but Zatanna demands more answers. Bruce finally admits that Red Robin hadn't visited the cave in a while and he was hoping he could help him with a case.

Zatanna tells Bruce that they had been cursed to be forgotten by a family member that needed them the most. The one who cursed his family had probably known his weakness to his children and wanted him to feel despair and guilt of losing a child that needed him the most. It could've been an easy fix had the bats figured out they were cursed immediately but it had been months and the spell had latched on to Tim's firmly. The fact that Tim is still alive can only be a miracle. However, Zatanna doesn't know if he'll ever get any erased memories back

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🥺🥺🥺🥺 tim losing his memories and nobody noticing! but also 😍😍😍😍 tim losing his memories and nobody noticing! tim having been cursed and it being unsure whether they can recover those memories meaning that ruce and the rest of the family, if they want to form any kind of connection with tim will have to TRY and bond with him because currently tim isn't particularly attached to them!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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If possible how about 9 & 22 with all four boys? And could you use They/Them pronouns for Reader please? (I'm a Non-binary myself) Thanks in advance <3

9. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

22. "I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

Sure thing! Thanks for requesting (and telling me the right pronouns to use!) I hope you like this!💜

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The boardwalk was busing as ever, with people flooding the place, children screaming and crying with laughter and vendors yelling about how cheap - or expensive, depending on one's point of view - their goods were. In the midst of this wonderfully bright neon chaos, you could find five people that did not quite fit in. Four of them terrorised the people visiting the boardwalk. Sometimes they scared the children, stole from others, caused general chaos - and it so happened that if you angered them, the chance of ever being seen alive became very nihil. The fifth person with them was me. Even though I did not always go along with the chaotic tendencies of my mates, people did fear me just as much. It was a weird feeling, but appreciated. I could do what I wanted, wear what I wanted, and no one would even dare to say a thing.

"I don't know about you, but I am starving." I looked at the others.

"Why are you always hungry when we go to the boardwalk?" Paul asked with a sigh, one of his arms hanging loosely on my shoulder.

"Maybe because you forget I'm human?"

"So?"

"Also," I gave him a semi stern look. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

"Yeah? Wait, did I?" Paul looked at Marko, who shrugged.

"I don't know, man. Probably."

"Paul, you can't blame them for being hungry," David looked at us as he lit a cigarette, appearing somewhat bored with the whole conversation. I realised however that he was scanning the crowds, probably to pick out the prey for his next hunt. "Go and get some food."

"You're not coming with?" I asked. Dwayne was already walking next to me, and Paul and Marko had practically run straight to the small Chinese restaurant. Seeing that made me sigh a little. It was always Chinese food. Always. And as much as one can enjoy noodles or rice, sometimes you really bloody crave some good pizza or pasta or a focaccia.

"I am. Just need to eat first."

"But-" I looked puzzled for a second. "Oh. Yeah, ehm, I think that's appreciated."

David chuckled, walking the opposite direction. As Dwayne and I walked towards where Paul and Marko were headed, I was glad to see that they were still outside.

"What took you so long?" Marko asked, a teasing grin on his face. I shrugged. "Just keeping tabs. Need to know where you all are and such."

"Ah, see, I told you it was simply because they care about us," Marko looked at Paul, who nodded.

"I think it's more than just 'care' at this point," Dwayne said as he was about to open the door towards the Chinese restaurant.

"Yeah, me too. Ehm-"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't want to be rude or anything..."

"What?" Paul looked at me, asking it again.

"And I mean, I love Chinese food, from time to time, but -"

"What's wrong with Chinese?" David's sudden presence caused me to jump - causing him to chuckle.

"Last time I was eating actual worms, David."

"It was all in good fun."

"That may be, and I mean, I truly don't mind it sometimes, but I am really craving Italian tonight."

"If you know a place that doesn't use garlic in everything, we can get Italian."

"Or-" I said, knowing that the chances of that were likely zero- "I could get Italian, you could get Chinese and everyone would be happy?"

"Why do you want Italian that badly? Spaghetti is just a different kind of noodle!" Marko grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Because I love garlic? And I like my spaghetti or other pasta with garlic?"

"I feel betrayed!" Paul gasped, a huge grin on his face.

"I thought you loved us?" Dwayne asked, his tone serious. I nodded.

"I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

"Well, lucky for you," David pulled me towards him, "garlic doesn't do shit to us."

"What the fuck? So I spent months avoiding garlic in everything so I wouldn't accidentally hurt you guys, and now you tell me?" I looked at David, then at the others, and back. "I shouod have known - they use garlic practically everywhere! Oh I hate you guys!"

Dwayne chuckled. "Do you still want to get Italian?"

"Yes! And just so you know, the next month it is only going to be Italian. I need to catch up on all the garlic I missed!"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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scientia-rex · 10 months

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Read some more of Toxic Parents tonight and wow!!!! the amount of anger I have!!! and the incredible unwillingness I have to actually remember my childhood and feel associated feelings!!!!! Like, there are events I keep telling over like talismans, because these are the events that prove I'm not crazy. These are things that happened that should never have happened. The time Dad kicked the door in is the biggest one. The time I spent twelve straight hours cowering in the far back of our station wagon with my fingers jammed in my ears so I wouldn't hear my father screaming at my mother and my mother sobbing as we drove to a different state. The time I told my mother I had gotten accepted to graduate school and her first words were, "How are you going to pay for it?" instead of "Congratulations" or "I'm proud of you."

But these aren't all of it. They're so far from all of it. One memory I have is not of the presence of abuse, but the sudden, bewildering absence of it: my sister drove me to the nearest town with a mall, an hour and a half away. We were stopping to pick up snacks for the drive back, I think at a Safeway. I picked up a box of Golden Grahams cereal and nervously asked my sister if I could have it. She said, "Of course you can, you know what you want." In the limbus of a childhood spent being told I was picking the wrong soda for myself when I gave my order at fast food restaurants, suddenly being told I could have what I wanted T-boned me emotionally. It was like running into a wall I hadn't known was there. What? I can just want things? I can just get things and have them because I want them? I don't have to justify it, or lie, or hide what I want? No one is going to tell me I'm stupid for wanting something or that I'll regret it?

Just an incessant drip-drip-drip of emotional abuse, sometimes punctuated by a flash flood. "If I leave your mother, how do you think you're going to eat? You're going to end up on the street."

And now, reading the section on how children end up feeling about the passive parents who enable abuse, I just think, oh, there's me! There's me. I hated her and pitied her and loved her and wanted more for her. I didn't have the adult emotional capacity to understand how much of her life she was complicit in, but damningly, I did vaguely, tangentially understand that she was constantly making excuses for Dad--coming to my bedroom to sit on my bed and tell me, while crying, that he was sorry, while he never apologized. Making it my job to comfort her. I said to her once that I remember, "If he was really sorry, he'd stop doing this," and she just looked at me with something that looked like sorrow but I could tell was rage--she was angry at me for not forgiving him and letting us snap right back into the "good" phase between angry outbursts, where we could, for however long it lasted, pretend to be a normal family.

And how she always resented me. She resented that I was separate from her, she resented that I could do and see and understand things she couldn't, she was angry when I went into Psychology, even angrier when I went into medicine. She's been throttling down her anger at Dad for as long as I've been alive, pretending to be malleable, having vague health complaints and maladies mixed in among the real ones, forever retiring to her bed with a washcloth over her eyes instead of interacting with me.

And now that I'm an adult, and not just an adult but a middle-aged doctor, why don't I call? Why do I insist on bringing up the past? Why do I expect Dad to apologize? I'm hurting his feelings, after all.

The past. Sure. When I graduated from medical school, he named the worst doctor we ever met and said, "He went to medical school, too. Don't get a big head."

And when we were talking, once, not long ago, maybe two years or so, about how he used to stand there and yell at us--I can't remember any of the words anymore, just the way he looked, the tone of his voice, the experience like being buffeted by a strong wind--he said, "At least your sister fought back. You just stood there and took it."

I can't imagine a clearer illustration that he doesn't actually regret his behavior. He doesn't regret his actions. He still feels justified. We were disappointments, we were failures, we weren't him, we weren't what he wanted for us, and more than that, we were convenient targets for his rage. You can do almost anything to your children and get away with it. And he didn't hit us, so it was okay, and the fact that we were hurt by the actions he took with the intent to hurt us means that we were weak. And it's okay to hurt the weak.

Christ! This is the man who, in a fit of sullen self-pity, when I gave him a mug that said "World's #1 Dad" for Father's Day when I was probably eight or nine, talked about how we both know that's not true. As if a child is your therapist. As if it were my responsibility to reassure him.

My mother has read Toxic Parents. My mother has read Why Does He Do That? She has a bachelor's and most of a master's in psychology. She has an IQ of 150. She is a bad mother. It feels like the worst judgment you can make, a bad mother. It feels worse than calling someone a bad father. Because we expect less from fathers. But a bad mother is unnatural.

But lots and lots and lots of mothers are bad at being mothers. And I love mine and I hate her, and I'm angry and I'll always be angry, and I'll die angry, and I have to try to carve what happiness I can from a world I entered into under false pretenses. I was always told I was wanted. I knew I wasn't. I may have been intentional, but I wasn't wanted.

My mother's mother just died last week. I didn't know her. She chose not to know us. I hadn't seen her since I was twenty-two and graduated from college. My mother is struggling with her relationship with her mother. She often tells me her mother was a narcissist. I want to ask her what she thinks she is. She's not a narcissist, but she's an enabler, she's a doormat, she's a classic case of codependency, and I don't think she sees it that way. I always got the sense she was just waiting for us to grow up and go away so she and Dad could go back to being happily miserable alone together.

I asked her, this last year, if she'd read Why Does He Do That? and she said she had, and she asked me carefully why I was thinking about it, waiting for me to confess to her that my husband of ten years was abusive. She's been gunning for this relationship since the beginning--I'd been with him for maybe a year when she mailed me a copy of He's Just Not That Into You (or maybe it was the sequel, It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken) along with an article on how to date as a single older woman. I was 23. She was flabbergasted when I said I thought Dad was abusive. Denied it immediately. I listed examples and she didn't even say words, just made simultaneously pained and exasperated noises.

She wants me to be single and a career failure and pathetic so she can feel good about herself in comparison. Dad thinks he wants me to be like him, but if I actually behaved like he does, I think he finally would belt me.

I had to hide everything good in me from them so they wouldn't deliberately ruin it. I couldn't tell them about my writing. The first time I finished writing a novel I told Mom and she didn't even acknowledge it, just told me to do the dishes. I was sixteen. I can't tell them what I love about my husband because it would be like speaking to them in a foreign language. They think it's a performance, like their performance, and they're always waiting for me to slip up and reveal the misery they're sure is lurking just underneath.

I've done well. They don't own me. I wish I had real parents, but I'm going to try not to shop for oranges at the hardware store anymore.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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qdbs-writes · 1 year

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Glad to see you’re back! I missed you! 🥺

May I please request headcanons for Erron, Cassie, Johnny, and Kitana reacting to their female S/O being shot by a sniper while they’re on a date?

thank you so much, sweetie! i missed you too, sorry this took so long!

MK Peeps' Fem!S/O Gets Sniped While On A Date

Cassie Cage

Being in the Special Forces undoubtedly had some downsides for Cassie. Was every terrorist organisation gunning for her and her family? Yes. Did she give a shit? Of course not. Cassie can't imagine there would be anybody alive stupid enough to do something like shoot her girlfriend...

So when a sniper plants one on you, Cassie is beyond outraged. The fact that you got shot in front of her, clearly someone wanted Cassie's attention and they have it now. You'll be left in the capable hands of the Special Forces medics while Cassie goes on a violent hunt for the stupid mother fucker who thought they could shoot you and get away with it.

Erron Black

Erron was a man who had trouble getting over his past, but some parts of being a gun-slinging vigilante had its benefits. For example, Erron can instantly recognise the distinct sound of cordite made by a firing gun. But it wasn't what he'd call polite conversation for the little roadside diner you'd both found yourselves in.

What he doesn't recognise is a sudden momentum knocking over his hat and the fabric and flesh tearing from your bicep in a clean line as you gasp in pain. Erron yanks you to the ground, beyond further harm, and shields your body with his own until you were certain the would-be sniper had left. Frankly, you had gotten off lucky with just a scrape, Erron has seen a properly handled sniper rifle take a man's head off from several miles away. He picks you up as he stands, and drops a few hundred dollars into the tip jar of the diner that was now missing a window. You smile apologetically at the bedraggled waitress as you make your way outside, secure in the knowledge that you and Erron have a new mission.

Johnny Cage

All his life, Johnny had worried about big windows overlooking mountains. All his life, people called him paranoid. So naturally, when you book a date in a fancy restaurant in the Swiss Alps, Johnny will be on edge. No matter how many drinks he has, he can't seem to swallow that anxiety.

When a red dot starts to hover over your forehead, Johnny's sure he must be having some kind of stress-induced hallucination. But he's also had a lot of wine, so fuck it, Johnny launches himself over the table, pulling you to the floor with him alongside a clattering of cutlery and plates. Your unimpressed glare tells Johnny that he's about to get an earful until the tall window beside you both shatters into pieces. A stunned silence falls over you and the restaurant patrons as you realise what's happened. Meanwhile, Johnny is having the time of his life, for once his paranoia has paid off! He'll also continually bring this up for at least five years.

Kitana

It happened so quickly, she almost didn't notice it. All the warning she got was a distant bang and suddenly there was a deceptively small, round hole in your shoulder, the blood spewing out as you collapse onto the floor.

In a fit of panic, Kitana rushes for you, rolling you over to put pressure on the wound. Tears pour from her eyes as she searches for life in yours. By the time healers come, you'd managed to keep focused on Kitana's face above you. The princess was distraught, not just at your injury, but the fact that she never knew that Earthrealm weapons were capable of such attacks.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #cassie cage #cassie cage x reader #erron black #erron black x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #kitana #kitana x reader #qdbs writing #queuedbs

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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what about a tom bennett x reader in which reader takes up the job as being a housekeeper for the bennett family? reader is sweet and a bit shy but douglas immediately takes her in and reassures her about everything.

tom develops something for the kind girl, him and her getting close and a secret relationship soon develops between the two. (fluff, angst, smutttt)

please?

Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts smut as well as violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me. The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.6k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Other stories of mine

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The sun slowly rises and envelops the sky in a fiery light pink. You see yellow fields, as far as the eye can see, pass by the window. All the rape fields melt before your eyes into huge, yellow expanses. In the distance, the yellow seems to kiss the still light pink shimmering sky.

Only now and then are the fields replaced by small sections of forest. In this early morning hour you see a few deer carelessly jumping across the fields and disappearing into the forest.

You have to smile a little at the image that presents itself to you here. It would indeed be a beautiful moment, if your overall situation did not leave you in a worried, if not anxious mood.

In the middle of the night you finally got the courage to leave your old life behind. You got on the train in Brighton and just wanted to leave.

Your thoughts take you back to your childhood. To a time when everything was still fine. To a time when your father was still alive. He died when you were nine years old and nothing was the same. Everything changed from one moment to the next. He was the one who took care of you, who made you feel safe. Your mother was also loving towards you. As best she could... It's just not in her blood to be a caring mother, but you can't judge her for that.

It wasn't easy for her either to lose your father. They loved each other in their own way and his sudden loss was difficult for her to cope with. Likewise, he was the one who had a good job and brought home money regularly. Financially you were not doing badly, your father earned a lot of money. But when he died, his income was missing, and at some point it was clear that your mother would have to look for a job again. Her savings were almost exhausted.

She found a job relatively quickly. At first she worked in a grocery shop. But after a while she lost the job. Then she worked in a small library, but she also lost that job after a few months. Then she started as a cleaner in a restaurant. But that job didn't last long either. It went well for a few years, but then suddenly she couldn't find work. She was in the awkward position of having to earn money at any cost because you were still at school and couldn't support her by finding a job yourself.

And so she started seeing men. Not to get to know them better, but to earn money. She was a very pretty woman. She is tall, which usually got her most of the attention as soon as she entered a room. She was not too thin, nor too fat. Her curves adorned her body in all the right places, and the overall outer appearance was rounded off by her long legs. Her long brown hair usually fell down her back. But almost the most beautiful thing about her were her large green eyes, which she always accentuated with a little eye shadow. You have often been told that you are the image of your mother. Her looks helped her to date men and ask for money in return. At first she went out to dinner with the men or accompanied them to important occasions. At least that's what she told you. But at some point you realised that it was stressful for her to meet these men and she started drinking regularly. The fact that these men she met showed up at your door from time to time and wanted to "see" your mother certainly contributed to her unpleasant situation. And her new lifestyle ensured that she lost her natural beauty.

It happened more and more often that you came home from school at noon and your mother was lying unconscious on your sofa. There were empty wine bottles all over the house and she would just snore quietly. Consequently, there was no lunch for you either and from that point on you started making sure that there were regular meals and that the household was run.

So you started cooking for yourself and your big brother and keeping the house clean. Your brother, who was still living with you at the time, regularly fought with the men outside your door, but he soon moved out. He couldn't take it any more and wanted to seek his fortune in London.

So it was just you and your mother. You have a rather shy personality, but you are not helpless. And so it was now your job to drive away the uninvited guests at your door. It is also thanks to your shyness that you have few friends. You need time to warm up to people, but few take the time to really get to know you. But that meant you had no one to talk to about these problems.

But still, from time to time there were people in your life with whom you could talk about your problems. Because even though you don't have many friends, you have had romantic relationships. Two men have already managed to get closer to you. They were very caring and sweet, but in the end it just wasn't what you were looking for and so you ended both of those relationships.

When you finished school, you started working in a pub, as a waitress. You worked many nights and served the men of the town. The work gave you good and not so good experiences. But what you can say is that you love to drink a beer or two, have nice conversations and dance. The beer probably helps you to dare to go out on the dance floor.

But after you started saving a little money, your mother also started talking more and more about how you could support her in her work. That if you double-dated with men, you could just make more money. Of course you refused and told her that would never happen. That was the moment when you first thought about moving out.

For a few weeks she left you alone with the subject, but then she started talking about it again and became very insistent. You had the feeling that there was someone else behind it and that she was not acting out of her own desire.

One evening your mother was unbearable. She kept trying to convince you that you could at least come to dinner with her and a certain man. When you got tired of contradicting her, you agreed.

You agreed to go out for dinner with your mother and a strange man the next evening. And she seemed somehow relieved.

Then you went to your room because you had to work that night and you had to get ready for it. But when you were in your room, you packed your things. Now you've had enough. You didn't want to stay in that place and start seeing random men for money. And just like your brother, you would seek your fortune elsewhere now. Maybe in London, like your brother.

You have taken your old backpack and packed it with the most important things. From the box under your bed you took out all your savings. With this, you can at least buy yourself something to eat for a while.

After you had packed everything you needed, you walked over to your window and carefully threw your backpack out of the window. You walked through your room one last time, taking one last look around. You sighed, now you would leave your home, but somehow you were not sad about it. Once again you looked in the mirror hanging in your room. You took a deep breath and left your room.

When you came to the living room, your mother was sitting there drinking her wine.

"Goodbye, Mum"

She smiled at you, "See you later my darling. Have a good time at work. See you tomorrow night at the latest!"

You nodded at her and smiled.

You have left the house. It's summer and as you stood outside the door, a light breeze was blowing. It smelled like rain.

You walked around the house and picked up your backpack. Slowly you walked down the street where you grew up. You took another look at the neighbours' houses and the gardens. You had to smile, countless times you had played there. Seeing the area for the last time made you a little sad... But it was the only right thing to do. At the end of the street you turned off and the pub appeared at the end. As you entered, the familiar cloud of smoke met you and loud music played.

You walked through the dancing people and are greeted by some of the guests. You walked straight ahead to the bar.

"Ey! Y/n! I'm glad you're here!"

He smiled at you until his expression became questioning, " Why do you have a backpack?" your boss asked you.

"Yea.. Frank... I need to talk to you."

He lookes at you worriedly, "Is everything alright?"

You nodded, "I will go... I'm going to leave Brighton. Tonight. Preferably now. I don't know where to go... And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my mother?"

He looked at you startled, "Wow.... Y/n... do you think this is the right decision?"

Again, you just nodded.

"Okay... then... come here one last time," and he opened his arms.

The older, slightly chubby man wraped you tightly in his arms. During the time you worked here, he always took good care of you and looked after you.

"Now I'll probably lose a lot of tips".

You laughed.

"But wait!" he went to his cash register and took out some money.

"Take this as your pay, for the hours you've already worked this week".

Shocked, you looked at him, he put about two hundred pounds in your hand, "No Frank! That's too much!"

"Don't argue! Please take it" he just put his hands in his pocket so you couldn't give him the money back.

You smiled and hugged him again, "Thank you..."

He hugged you tightly, "Take care of yourself, will ya?"

You nodded, "I'm not very talkative, but quick-witted!"

He nodded at you and you turned and made your way to the exit of the pub.

After a short walk you have reached the station. There were hardly any people at the station, probably because it was already late. After finding out which train was leaving next, you decided not to go to London. Because if you really wanted to go to London, you would have had to spend the whole night at the station, because the next train to London didn't leave until the next day. But you didn't feel like doing that. So you just got on the next train and let yourself be surprised where you'd arrive. It didn't matter now anyway.

And so it came to pass that you are sitting on the train watching the sunrise. You are sure that you have made the right decision, but you still feel insecure.

But you will just have the courage and get off at the next station.

You notice that the train is slowing down and you sigh. You get up from your seat, adjust your dress and slowly put on your backpack.

The train slowly pulls into the station and as it comes to a stop, you open the door. You step out onto the platform and look around. Not many, but some people are walking hurriedly around you. Either they want to board the train or they are leaving the platform.

You have been watching them for some time. But as you stand alone on the platform and the train starts to leave again, you walk along the platform.

You come to a sign and you stop. Your gaze goes up to read the sign.

It says "Manchester".

You sigh, "Okay... Manchester it is".

Slowly you walk to the end of the platform. As you leave the station, you realise that you don't even know where you are going. But the best thing to do is probably to find the city centre first.

You walk through the streets of Manchester, trying to find your way around. Many small houses decorate the streets, creating a pleasant atmosphere. And you see at least as many small shops that look very inviting. At first glance, you like the city. You spend some time strolling through the streets and looking at the shop windows.

But when you pass a bakery, you realise how hungry you actually are. You go in and buy some rolls.

You continue on your way and slowly eat one of the rolls.

It is getting close to mid-afternoon when you pass a factory.

Then you notice an elderly man standing in front of a factory. He is trying to talk to the people walking past him. Until you realise that he is handing out leaflets, or at least he is trying to. Because most people just walk past him without paying attention or turn away from him.

Somehow you can't stop watching him. Until a pretty young lady comes out of the factory and walks straight up to him. She smiles at him and they talk. You are almost startled as they walk away together. Is this his ploy? You watch them for a moment and the young lady seems to really go with him.

Slowly you walk on, around the factory and discover an industrial area. At least that's what it seems like. But as you get closer, you see that there are just a lot of buildings that seem to be empty. The sun is slowly setting and you decide to see if you can sleep in one of the buildings. You notice a small stream at the edge of the site and since there are few people around here, behind the factory, even animals dare to approach the stream.

As you walk across the grounds, you soon discover a small cottage standing in the middle of all the big empty buildings and you go towards it. You try to open the door, but it is very difficult to open. With all your strength you push against the door and it slowly opens. You look behind the door and some beams are lying there. After you have closed the door behind you, you lock it with the beams that are lying there on the floor.

As you turn into the room, you notice that there are curtains in front of the windows. At least they used to be curtains. But it makes the room almost homely. You go further into the house and in a room at the back you see a sofa. It looks reasonably clean. You decide to stay here. At least for the summer. For the winter you should find something else.

You sit down on the sofa with a sigh and realise how tired you really are.

You look out of the window and see that it is almost dark. You take a small blanket from your backpack and put it over you. The sofa is very small, but still comfortable. You try to make yourself comfortable on it. After you have turned back and forth a few times, you lie on your back and look up at the ceiling. Gradually it gets darker and darker and you can't stop thinking. Your thoughts turn to your mother, who is probably waiting for you to finally show up so that you can have dinner with her and the man. You turn on your side and look into the dark room. Tomorrow you should really get a job here so you can find a small flat or a room. That was probably your last clear thought, because the next moment the sun is slowly rising.

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The Affair chapter 5

AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader

Contains: fluff, smut, cheating, lying, unfaithful sukuna, falling in love, oral, talk about kids, guilty heart sukuna, mention of gojo

Summary: since sukuna's wife has come back he has been switching back and forth between you and her, not knowing who to finally choose. The choice between you or his company. Something strange is happening with his wife, he is seeing her in a new way maybe he can stay with her but with you in his life things are more complicated. Now he seeks help through one of his best worker and friend.

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Sukuna was so lost in thought he couldn't do any of his work right, having to retype emails that he kept messing up on and reorganizing his paperwork.

His stress was rising to more than what he would like it to be. He didn't know what to do now. His wife had come back too early that put an obstacle in his plans with you.

That night he didn't come to see you now that his wife was back home he needed to attend to her needs but when she escaped to the showers he took the moment to go into another room to call you. You were so excited to hear from him his heart felt like breaking. He felt bad for not seeing you telling you the excuse and lying that it was overtime at work. All you did was smile and tell him not to worry and to get some rest.

Sukuna laid awake for most of the night tossing and turning in bed all the worries and guilt eating him alive. When his wife felt him struggling to go to sleep, with the tossing and turning. She put an arm around his body and nuzzled against his chest trying to calm him to sleep. He was confused why she was acting this way. Why the sudden change? She never really liked to cuddle as they got older in their relationship.

With the little comfort he had got tonight he was able to fall asleep but with the lack of a deep sleep he didn't want to go into work. His wife however rubbed his head laying there with him "my love stay in bed today I am going into the office. You look drained of life." She told him with a smile on her face.

He grunted and turned over hiding his face to get more sleep making her giggle. She slipped out of bed to get dressed then walked out of the home heading to the office.

Sukuna wanted to go see you but he could not risk anyone seeing him sneaking out. This was going to be a new challenge for him.

On her breaks and lunches she actually came back to him checking to make sure he was doing well but that meant he couldn't sneak out if he wanted to. He had to call you to tell you he can't not see you today.

When you heard the phone ring you ran over to it and jumped onto the bed seeing sukuna's number. You smiled and answered with a flirtatious "hello kuna."

He smiled and said "hey darling I am sorry but work is kicking my ass right now so I won't be able to see you today."

"Oh well then you can see after work its fine sukuna I don't mind if you come over late. It might give you better sleep." A smile formed on your face. He rubbed the back of his neck saying "yea I can't tonight at all im sorry they are keeping me over." But he liked the idea of being in bed with you getting a good night's rest. You let out a little breath saying "that's ok kuna I will wait for you. I love you. You stay safe though take care of yourself I will see you later."

He could hear how sad you are but he could not risk anything too soon, he had to keep you on the low.

"I love you beautiful, I have to go now."

You said goodbye to him then let out a sigh looking at the phone after hanging up then just laid down onto your bed. Sukuna rubbed his face and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, feeling horrible for even leading you into his life like this only to push you away.

Later that night while he sat on the couch his wife walked in with a smile. "hello love hope you feel better I made reservations at the restaurant to go to. I will go get ready. That is if you still want to go."

He nodded to confirm he was still going then watched her disappear down the hall to their bedroom as he sighed, laying his head back then got up and walked into the room seeing her getting undressed. Her body would never compare to the likeness of you. He loves the natural plumpness of your ass and thighs, enjoying the way they wrapped around him everytime he thrusted into you. The size of your breast are perfect to him and loves to feel them in the palm of his hands or pressed against his chest.

His wife giggled snapping him from his thoughts as she said "sukuna save it for later go get ready." She walked into their bathroom while he went to look at the suits to wear. He just grabbed a simple black vest and red under shirt for tonight, nothing fancy just as his wife came out dressed in red heels, black tight dress and hair tied up with make up dusting her face. "Lets go don't want to be late."

During dinner his eyes darted everywhere looking for any sign of someone being strange or trying to get his picture. His wife noticed how quiet he had been ever since she came back from her trip.

"Hey ryomen are you alright you've been quiet and closed off ever since I came back what is wrong?"

He smirked to her saying "darling nothing is wrong everything is fine just I never seen you like this for a long time now. Why the sudden change?"

She smiled and slid her hand over and squeezed his hand. "I told you I want to be better for you and I had a lot of thoughts about us so I am changing." He sighed and held her hand in his then brought it to his lips kissing her knuckle. "I missed you."

The whole dinner felt normal to him again it wasn't her flirting with random men that walked by her or got her attention. Her focus was all on him. She was actually laughing and smiling at him and he felt happy that he was finally becoming part of her life again. He chuckled hearing the stories she told about her trip while she laughed with him.

When they got home it was lips locked and his tongue diving into her mouth grabbing at her hips pulling her against him. Sukuna roughly picked her up pushing her against the wall giving bites to her neck making her moan out. He let out a growl and dropped her onto the bed then began to strip himself down to nothing. It was not easy for him to find lust through her; he had to think of you during the intercourse with his wife. The shameful thoughts of you. All because the guilt is eating him alive.

As he thrusted into her hearing her bark his name it was all thoughts of you. Remembering the way your breast bounced with every thrust. When your warm walls squeezed around the thickness of his cock. Feeling your body mold to his like a perfect piece. His heart was so guilty his wife noticed him losing his rhyme.

"Sukuna..cum inside me."

He looked at her with wife's eyes saying "what?" She smiled at him "I want to..to have a family with you."

With a few more thrust she came around him screaming his name but he wasn't close yet so he stopped breathing hard cursing at his inner self. She looked at him with a smile and ran a hand across his cheek.

"Ryomen its alright? We can do it again later. I know it was just brought onto you but I think we should start having kids."

His wife left him alone while she was in the bathroom and he laid down covering his face with a pillow. How dare she say this to him after years of not wanting kids. After he found you to fall in love with, now she wants to be the wife he always wanted. He heard the door open and her quiet footsteps until he felt hands grab his cock. He shuddered and went to move but she grabbed his wrist saying "relax let me help you."

He could feel her hand squeeze and jerk his shaft making him hard again only with thoughts of you. He let out a groan then felt her lips wrap around his tip taking him deep within her mouth. Feeling her suck and jerk him all he remembered was you doing it, the way you took your time to pleasure and tease every part of him. "Ahh fuck darling." Sukuna bucked his hips and released his seed into her mouth as she swallowed all of him.

He had to admit its been a while since his wife did this to him but seeing her didn't please him like you did. Seeing how shy you were with his cum still on your lips and when you licked it away face full of innocence. Sukuna hated this back and forth with his heart. A plan needs to come quickly but either way it's going to lead to heartbreak.

Over a week you have not seen sukuna in person. You talked to him over the phone but it didn't feel the same. You also walked to the chicken wrap stand ordering two wraps hoping he will show up and surprise you. He didn't show up so you sent him pictures of you with the wraps telling him you have an extra for him to have dinner with you. But he just responded that he is busy at work, to much over time. He missed you dearly and it hurt his heart.

You texted him throughout the day telling him how much you love him and miss him. That night you ate both wraps alone reading your books while trying to keep yourself away from bad thoughts.

However during the following days your mood was bringing you down to a depressing state. You took a walk after work through the mall with your friends as they continued to bug you about sukuna. As they dragged you through different stores you were brought into a girly store. Your eyes caught the jewelry that was on display filled with both men and women items.

Your eyes scanned the display case and saw a thick black leather bracelet with a golden tiger on it. A smile formed on your face wanting to give a gift to sukuna as a thank you for the book. You bought it and got a black box with pink ribbon to tie around. You wrote his name across the box with a silver marker and added a heart to his name.

You wanted him to come over as soon as possible because you were too excited for him to get his gift but he didn't answer your phone that whole night. Maybe he is really busy with work.

Sukuna had to put his phone on silent during another dinner date with his wife she wanted to go on a nice little candle lit dinner at a small restaurant. It was just him and her sharing smiles and sending flirtatious smirks. Sukuna was completely forgetting about you.

He is starting to see a new light over his wife. She was actually changing and just maybe if this continues he can be in a happy marriage. To not have that worry about having an affair and the damage to his company.

Surprisingly to sukuna his wife didn't ask for sex and all she wanted to do was cuddle him in bed with a movie on in the background. When she went to sleep, Sukuna took out his phone and saw all the messages from you. The reality came sinking into his world. The reality that he is having an affair and seeing all your messages of you missing him. You want to see him. You're feeling lonely. Asking if he was upset with you. He can see how hurt you felt for him ignoring you. This was the first time that he has been pushing you away.

He gave you a text saying that he was fine, just tired. Maybe he can find a way to sneak out to you. Sukuna put his phone away and laid down hugging his wife.

The next day he was wondering why his wife was not getting up and groaning. She just started her time of the month so she pushed him away like all the other times feeling the cramps. He tried to help her but she groaned and pushed against his chest telling him to leave.

He sighed and said "fine I guess I am leaving now call me if you need me. I won't be in the office. I am going to a meeting outside the company. Love you." His wife just groaned at him as he sighed and left her alone.

Sukuna did go to the meeting talking about plans and making deals with the other men from different companies he has regularly met with.

However, it ended four hours early. He thought of using this time to finally go and see since he had pushed you off for a whole week.

When he got to your apartment he looked to see if anyone was nearby he recognized then quickly went to your door giving it a loud knock. He realized you didn't answer so he called you hoping you would answer but then he heard the ringing go to voicemail after two rings. He pulled his phone away from him, feeling his heart get heavy. Were you mad at him?

Then hearing the door unlocked from the other side he perked up excited to see you when the door opened he saw you and smiled. "Hey darling."

You looked at him with tired eyes and gave him a weak smile as you stepped to the side letting him in. As soon as the door closed you jumped straight into his arms hugging him tight.

He chuckled and held you close to him feeling his body get warm and his heart flutter. Being away from you so long he didn't realize how much his body missed you. It had a mind of its own and it wanted you only. He never felt like this when seeing his wife.

You held onto him then let out a whimper of pain, he heard the sound and put you down worried then watched you crouch down into yourself holding your stomach. He crouched down to your level saying "what's wrong?"

You shook your head and looked at him with pout. "It hurts kuna. My cramps." He looked at you in disbelief that both you and his wife started it the same time. Thinking you didn't want him around he hummed then said "do you want me to leave."

"What?! Why would I want you to leave? I hadn't seen you in a week and now you want to leave. No dumb ass, I want you to stay with me. Please, I missed you so much."

He gulped as you lunged back into his arms telling him to take you back to your room. Sukuna picked you up carrying you to bed and placed you down with a smirk. "So needy, pretty little thing."

His wife still never liked him being around when it was that time, she claims it is not attractive and makes her feel gross. You smiled at him but then looked away scrunched your face from the pain. Sukuna wanted to make you feel better. His hand slides over your hip and under your shirt to press it to your stomach and give it a gentle rub. Your eyes opened to look at him, seeing his handsome face and body dressed in his suit, making you smile with so much love for him as you raised a hand to cup his face and ran your thumb tracing his cheek and to graze over his lower lip.

"I love you my kuna."

He could feel his heart clench and ache hearing those words sounding so sweet from you. In a tone that he never heard from his wife it always sounds forced from her even till now when she is trying to force it out.

"Y/n do you have tea here?" You nodded "yes it's in the kitchen."

He pulled his hand from you saying "don't move, stay here I am going to try to fix you." He stood up hearing your giggles and said "kuna I am not broken I am just cramping."

Sukuna gave you a smile and left your room heading to the kitchen looking through the place finally finding your stash of tea. He rubbed his neck looking through the boxes then froze feeling the necklace still around his neck. "Shit." He quickly took it off and stuffed it into his pocket then went back to find the herbal tea he was looking for.

After brewing some hot water from your electric kettle he put a bag of chamomile and lavender tea with honey into your cat tea cup. A smirk formed on his face seeing the cup then went back to you.

"Here drink this love."

You sat up as he sat next to you holding your cup carefully handing it over. "Oh you found the ones I usually drink for my cramps. I was too lazy and in pain to move to get them. Luckily I have you to rescue me." You said, giving him a little laugh.

Hearing your laughs always makes his chest flutter happily, knowing he makes you laugh and happy. Sukuna took off his suit coat laying it on your bed to the side then laid down while waiting for you to drink your tea. You drank most of it and put it down on the table not caring about it any more because you just wanted to be in sukuna's arms after not seeing him for a while.

He watched you turn to face him and lay down getting cozy under his arm and nuzzling against his chest. It was just silence between the two of you but the love could be felt in your room. His hand soothing your back gently.

Maybe your body just wanted him around because the cramps eased up after, probably sensing your man next to you. "Sukuna, I want to tell you something." He gave you a hum, his eyes closed enjoying your comfort.

"Where have you been? Has work really been draining that much?"

He let out a heavy breath of air escape through his nose then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Yes work is stressing me out a lot too much over time I can not get a break."

Your hand rubbed across his chest and led to his back rubbing him softly. "That sucks. I am sorry if I have been really annoying lately in wanting to see you all the time. I feel like a burden to you. Because you have your own life but I want to be part of it. Because I love you. And I am just worried that…you would not want me because I am too attached to you. I am sorry…kuna".

He could hear your voice croak and sniffles coming from you and he instantly felt his heart tear. He moved and softly rubbed your cheek making you look at him.

"No beautiful, do not say those things about yourself. I am happy with you. I love you with all my heart. It's me that feels like I don't not deserve you and I really don't. You have shown me what it is like to be in love to have a normal relationship. I appreciate you and everything you do for me. I don't want anyone else besides you."

A whimper escaped you as you nuzzled your face against his neck holding him tight. "Ryomen I love you more than my heart can handle."

Sukuna spills more and more confessions to you everytime he is with you because you make his heart feel what he really wants. His wife is already to far gone from him to want her back. He needs and wants you.

"Kuna, I got you a gift." He hummed curiously watching you move and turn to get into a drawer on your bedside table then pulled out a little black box with pink ribbon. "Here open it."

Sukuna sat up holding the box smiling at the colors you chose and began to unwrap the box. You held your hands together playing with your fingers feeling butterflies in your stomach worried if he was not going to like it.

He pulled off the top of the box seeing the bracelet inside and took it out to see the gold tiger charm.

"I know it's not much but I thought of you when I saw it and I wanted to get you something."

He smiled and pulled you saying "c'mere. I love it darling". You smiled and hugged him as he kissed your cheek. "Do you want me to put it on?"

"Of course, I need to see if it's going to fit." Sukuna chuckled and took the bracelet to slip it over his wrist and pulled the little ropes tightening it. He lifted his arm to you saying "how does it look?"

You smiled and held his hand turning his wrist to look at it against his skin. "Its perfect on you kuna." As sukuna laid down holding your body close to him he felt worse for even having to take off any of the gifts. He knows you be more upset if he stopped wearing the bracelet and ask questions. He will just have to tell his wife that it was a gift from one of the men during the conference meeting.

When the time passed sukuna woke up from a nap then looked at you. You were still by his side and in his arms he noticed you were asleep. He tried to wake you but you were passed out sound asleep. He smiled and gave a long kiss to your cheek and pulled away whispering 'I love you beautiful.' Sukuna grabbed his coat then left a note by your pillow telling you he had to leave and he loves you more.

By the time you woke up it was dark outside and sukuna was not beside you leaving you with a sad expression and whimpered when you saw the note he left. You placed the note in your drawer and held the pillow he was laying on, getting a smell of his scent that comforted you.

You couldn't come up with the courage to tell him how you feel about him. How much you needed him beside you every night. How your heart yearns for him. You had many thoughts wanting to be his wife. But you are always too scared to tell him because of the fear he would not want that. So you kept them aside.

You texted him that night to see if he was alright but you got no response and that was because sukuna was on the couch cuddling his wife making her giggle. Kissing her neck gave light bites to her ear as he poked her side.

Sukuna is playing with two women he knows it's wrong and he has to choose but not knowing what part of his life he wants.

Sukuna again didn't come to see you and only texted you for a few days leaving you alone with no response. You laid in bed hugging your pillow wondering what you did wrong. He became so distant lately. Tears filled your eyes and hid your face away from everything.

He finally saw the messages seeing you desperately trying to talk to him and saw the last message.

'Fine I guess I will leave you alone. If you don't want me any more then tell me. You don't have to keep ignoring me.'

"Fuck." He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his car gripping the steering wheel. He didn't know he could be so caught up in this life. He is ryomen sukuna ceo of his company and he is letting some little woman like you control his life usually that will piss him off.

But deep down he liked it because he loves you. Being with you all this time always weighed his heart to you and he can not think of anyone else to be with besides you.

He took out his phone calling the one person he could talk to about anything.

"Hey satoru we need to talk, meet me at the ramen shop I like. Thank you. See you there."

Sukuna drove off feeling his nerves rise, when he got there he let out a sigh and texted his wife saying he has a meeting outside the office to go to and will be home late.

Sukuna walked into the restaurant, seeing satoru's hand raise up calling out to him. He sighed and walked over taking a seat and already saw a drink in front of him. "Is this alcohol?"

"Why would I do that if I know you are driving? So what dirty secrets do you want to tell me?"

Gojo leaned over the table resting his chin onto the palms of his hands. As sukuna cleared his throat to say, "so this talk is only between me and you also nanami if you want to fill him in." Gojo took a drink of his tea and looked to sukuna waiting.

"I am in love with another woman."

"No shit". Gojo said with a smile as he pulled down his sunglasses to look at his pink haired friend. Sukuna growled and looked at his drink. "Can I speak fully before interrupting me with stupid remarks?" Sukuna then glared at him to make sure he understood, seeing gojo flick his hand to continue the talk.

"I met this little woman after I had gotten into a fight with the wife, she came home with hickies on her neck and told me it was no big deal. Stating she knows I cheat. I had enough of it so I left to get a break from her staying at my house. Then when I went walking to get chicken wraps I crashed into this woman."

Satoru chuckled saying "you could have killed her with that body of yours." "Shut up!" Sukuna snarled lowly at him then continued.

"I saw how cute and shy she was so I thought maybe I could get her into bed with my charm. But she didn't fall for it like most women do. So I made it my mission to try to get with her. The more I was with her the more I wanted a life with her. There is a lot more in detail of why but I won't get into it if you are smart enough to know."

He looked down and rubbed his face feeling stressed.

"When I got forced into this marriage I was fine and happy with it. Getting to fuck this beautiful woman that I was tied with not having to worry about anything else. Now being older I see the way two people in love looked at eachother and it was not the same look my wife gives to me. I want to have that life with a woman to go home and relax with her and have her wash away my stress and not give me stress. The woman I could finally experience romance with and have a family."

Satoru had already seen how his friend had been acting lately. He wasn't so grumpy all the time and he has a different energy. Sukuna looked at gojo then pulled out his phone to show him a picture of you. The white haired man smiled, saying "she is cute."

"Satoru, she showed me what it's like to be in true love. Everything about her is amazing, she is beautiful, sweet, cute, lovely."

"What about the sex?" Satoru asked as sukuna smirked and leaned back in his seat. "This little woman is sexy. She drives me crazy. She makes my heart flutter, swell and twist with passion. The sex feels amazing, let's just say I fit perfectly inside her."

Sukuna leaned back over the table to say in a low tone "I love the way she tightens around my cock every time I bring her to pure bliss."

Satoru shook his head with a smirk and said "you never change with those words ryomen."

Sukuna leaned away again and looked at his tea. "Fuck satoru I don't know what to do? Now my wife comes back after this trip stating that she did not cheat on me and now she wants kids with me and is acting differently."

Gojo hummed while taking a drink then looked at sukuna being serious.

"You know this is a serious matter, this affair can be big trouble for the company."

"You think I don't know that". Sukuna growled out.

"Well what are you going to do?"

Sukuna sighed and rubbed his face. "Gojo this is why I called you here to help me with this. I know I need to stay for the company but y/n is what I deeply want. I fell out of love with yami. And being with her doesn't feel right. Is it because I am guilty? Man, I sound pathetic talking about this."

Gojo let out a laugh then said "that is a good thing you are having feelings it means you are human and not a demon like others say." Sukuna smirked saying "thanks I guess but that doesn't help."

His friend smiled and pulled down his glasses to say "look ryomen just do what you want to do. I know that is what you do best. Whatever you choose I am still here for you. But I will say that little y/n girl she does do something to you that I can see. You look more alive with her."

Sukuna had left the little talk with gojo and went straight to your place, parking outside the building and staring at your door. Debating if he should should just go home after all. But his heart string was pulling him to you.

He made his decision when he got out of his car and to your door and gave it a hard knock so you would hear him. He looked at his wrist smiling at the bracelet you gifted him. His wife did question it but she didn't bother with it after he told her it was a gift from a meeting.

You heard a knock at your door thinking it was your friendly neighbor trying to bring cookies again. You opened it with a smile then froze in shock to see sukuna giving a soft smile. "Hey darling."

You crossed your arms, giving him an unamused look. "What do you want? I am upset with you. You ignore me for days, then you just show up thinking everything is fine." Sukuna gulped and rubbed his neck saying "I am sorry."

"You never want to talk to me kuna. I want you to talk to me about your life. What are you feeling? Tell me about your day. Tell me about what is bothering you. Even if it's stupid just talk to me please." He could see your eyes glaze over with tears, he hates to see you cry.

"No no please don't cry I am sorry. I am dealing with so much bull shit at work. I lose track of time and I am too tired. My ex is bugging me again." He quickly stopped talking from over saying things.

"Is that why you are ignoring me? Your ex wife is talking to you again. So you ignore me to have your attention on her. Are you cheating on me?"

You stepped away not wanting to say that and not wanting to know if it's true.

Sukuna walked inside pushing passed the door then closed it behind him locking it. "No beautiful I am not cheating on you trust me. Please. I love you." Why was it so easy for him to lie to you?

You didn't say a word just looking at him annoyed with yourself and him, not knowing what else to say to sukuna. He gulped and said "please say something." "Why?"

"Because I love you."

You looked away saying "do you?"

Sukuna felt a sting in his heart. Fine if you think he doesn't then he will just have to show you. With the thing you love to have over and over again. He walked closer to you and grabbed your face then smashed his lips to yours.

You wanted to be mad at him but you couldn't stay mad not with his intoxicating lips trying to devour you when you opened your mouth letting his tongue pass through across your lips. You let out a desperate moan into his mouth.

Sukuna then grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him and quickly pulled his lips away only to latch them to your neck. You tilted your head back letting him attack your neck with love bites marking you. "Ryomen.." You love the way they feel against your skin. He makes you melt every time.

"I am sorry for staying away from you because of work. But I can't stop thinking of you and having you in every way." He told you and went to squeeze your ass hearing a gasp coming from you. "Kuna hold on." He froze and pulled his hands away to watch you pull off your clothing just leaving you in underwear as he let out a growl mixed with a groan.

Sukuna attacked you again with his hands and lips. You moaned letting him have full access to your neck then he started taking off his jacket and shirt leaving everything on the floor. Just seeing his bare chest and abs covered with his black markings on full display his pants hanging low around his hips.

"Sukuna takes me to the room." You jumped into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom and kicked your door closed then pressed your back against the door with your legs wrapped around his hips.

Sukuna continued to lick and softly suck your neck while grinding himself against you, his lips trail over your collar bone going down to your breast taking a nipple into his mouth. You could feel his tongue swirl around your peaked nub giving attention to the other breast. Moans escaped from you while arching your back wanting to be flush against his skin.

The feeling of his hard length ready to break through with every push against you. Your hand ran through his hair lightly pulling on it. "Sukuna take me please I need you in me." He gave you a light bite to your neck then pulled you away from the door to take you into the bed and dropped you in it. Feeling your back lay across your blankets, you looked at him. He could see your cheeks tinted pink and breast perked.

"Fuck your sexy baby." You shudder at his word as it sends a tingle through your body hearing that deep tone of his lustful voice. Sukuna took off his pants as you looked away sliding off your panties and spread your legs for him. He chuckled with a proud smirk while removing his underwear then grabbed his shaft pumping himself while getting onto the bed again. Your eyes drifted to him seeing his thick cock in his hand while you bit your lip.

"Be a good girl yea and play with yourself." He heard a whimper from you and watched your hand trail down your body and settled between your legs.

His eyes were on you, watching you rub circles over your clit then plunge a finger into yourself then back to your clit. Your hips bucked a little with soft moans leaving you but you ached for something more.

Sukuna licked his lips, jerking himself squeezing his cock with a groan. "Yea that's it, good girl. You are such a good girl that maybe I should reward you with this yea?"

You stopped pulling your hand away and looked to see him stroking himself then nuzzled his hips between your legs.

"Sukuna, yes please. Just fuck me already".

"As you wish my love."

He gave you a smug smirk then pressed his tip to your entrance as he braced himself with his hands leaning over the top of you. His eyes locked on yours, you could see the lust mixed with love through his eyes. As he pushed all the way in as you moaned feeling him stretch you to the thickness of him.

Sukuna already began to thrust his hips going deep into you. He went slow at first to build that high you love so much. Your hand roamed his chest and shoulders then found their way into his hair as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a deep loving kiss. Your legs squeezed around him then nudged him to talk.

"Kuna go faster and harder. I want you to fuck me." He grunted with satisfaction then raised up to grab your wrist and held them above your head while he slowly rocked into you.

You never saw this side of him before seeing him be so dominant but caring at the same time it turned you on so much. He could feel you pulse around him from this new action making him smirk. "Oh you like this darling? Want me to go faster and harder?"

You gave him a nod with a response "yes more kuna." He let go of your wrist and gripped your legs to hike then higher over him folding you.

With every hard and faster thrust of his cock pressing against that good spot bringing you closer to your release. Moans of his name spilled from you hearing his deep moans and hot breath against the skin of your neck. Your hands tried to grip every part of his body holding onto his neck and the other around his shoulder. This man is everything to you and you want nothing else in life besides him.

"Ryomen…ryomen don't stop, keep going."

Sukuna's thrust turned into a rut, feeling his cock swell ready to release. With every pound of his hips you heard your bed creak. Moans and heavy breathing filled your room. Your nails started to dig into his back feeling the knot twist inside you. Sukuna looked at you, his eyes half lidded and leaned up to get a deeper thrust letting his body take control.

Staring into his eyes feeling so close and the tears formed, glossing your eyes from all the emotion. "Sukuna..s..sukuna." you called out to him as he did the same.

"Beautiful..love."

Finally feeling that snap of pure bliss you threw your head back scraping your nails across his skin on his back pulling him closer to you. "Ryomen! Sukuna!..ahh sukuna!"

You yelled his name creaming around his cock making it easier for him to slide all the way deep with the last few pounds he moaned deeply and louder than before slamming his hips against you and poured his thick milky seed into your womb. Sukuna pushed so far and gripped the blanket under you groaning your name. He hoped to breed with you for how deep he knows his seed went inside you, he wants a life with you.

He carefully laid on top of you,still feeling himself pulse inside you and breathed heavily in sync with your breathing. Your arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close to you not wanting to let go.

Hearing your heart thump loud against your chest. As Sukuna slowly pulled out, you let out a breath of air feeling the pressure of his cock leave you and already missing the feeling of him. But he kept his face nuzzled in your neck and his arms snaked around your body.

You didn't care about the pressure of his body resting on you weighing you down. You love him to stay close to you. Your hands went into his hair softly stroking his pink locks as the other drifted to his back to rub him. All your emotions started to hit you as tears filled your eyes.

Sukuna felt you breath hard then heard you whimper and squeezed around him with more soft whimpers and sniffles. "Why are you crying beautiful."

You buried your face into his neck letting cuddling into his arms and held onto him, he could feel the hot tears against his chest escaping from your eyes.

"Ryomen all I want is you. I don't care about anything else in my life except for you. I want to be with you for as long as I live. You make me happy. You make me feel loved. Your arms are warm, and safe. I love to be in them. And I don't want to lose you. I am sorry if I upset you somehow. But fuck ryomen sukuna I love you. You are my home and my heart. You mean the world to me. I..I love you."

Sukuna's heart broke and for the first time he wanted to cry because you are all he wants and he is going to lose you fast if he doesn't do something about it.

His mind is finally set on the next step. After tonight when he goes back he needs to divorce and get you in his life. But that would mean he needs to tell you the truth

"Y/n would you want to marry me? Am I good enough?"

You moved back slightly to look at him in shock saying "what do you mean? Of course you are good enough I will marry you in a heartbeat. Why?"

He smiled and pulled you back against his chest saying "just thinking. Let's get some sleep, love you wore me out."

You giggled kissing his chest then leaned up out of his arms to grab an extra blanket to put over him and you. "Goodnight kuna I love you." He smiled, saying "love you more sweet dreams beautiful." In an instant with the comfort in each other's arms, sleep took you both quickly.

His wife looked at the time seeing it was way past midnight and she was still up waiting for sukuna to get home. She scoffed and walked into the room. "This fucking stops now. He belongs to me."

She picked up her phone calling someone waiting for them to answer and when they did she smiled wickedly.

"Hello I need a favor. Yes, to track something. Can you find where this number is located?" She gave the person sukuna's phone number and said "send me the address when you find it please and thank you. You will be getting a payment for being so helpful, thank you."

About a few minutes later she got a notification on her phone and smiled wide seeing the info. "Sukuna say goodbye to your little slut."

oh what is this woman planning?! Things are about to go down. Sukuna just made his final moves in his mind to be with you.

Thank you for reading!

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Hello!

I was wondering if I could get some head canons when you see your ex. You start to freak out, but since he's right there, everything is fine.

You don't have to do this if you don't want to.

-Mari

Nice to see you again, darling!! I would love to do this for you.

MHA Boys: Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki

When you see your Ex.

Midoriya Izuku

You and Midoriya had been dating for a year, mostly in secret because he was the number one hero and the media would eat the both of you alive if you both went public. So together you had lowkey dates in private. However like all things with the press, they came out. Everything comes out in time.

Midoriya was a great guy. He was attentive, sweet, loving. He was everything you could hope for in a man. He put his everything into your relationship and even though he was often busy and on some big mission or on patrol, the constant onslaught of pure love and devotion never left nor dwindled.

Not to mention he was hot. Like really hot. He wasn't just the number one hero cause of his hero work. His PR team sold out his looks and status as much as humanly possible. You couldn't help but have a smug look on your face when you would see him in the cover of some branded underwear magazine thinking, 'Damn, I snagged that'.

Cause you did.

But with all of that, it didn't fully erase all the hurt that had happened in the past before Midoriya. Before you met him, you had a habit of finding yourself with professional gaslighters and manipulators.

And it wouldn't always be the last time since you saw them.

You and Midoriya had gone on a date in public. A restaurant. Midoriya had gone to the bathroom leaving you alone and sitting at your table enjoying the wine and the top floor view. You sipped and watched with interest at the city below.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?" You turned your head and froze once you saw who it was. You froze at the person who had appeared beside your table. The image of them making you freeze. You hadn't seen them since you had broken up and that is how you wanted it to stay, but now they were standing in front of you.

They smiled down at you with a tilt of their head. "I haven't seen you in forever, huh?" They spoke as they looked you up and down. "You're looking good."

You forced a smile on your face. You weren't sure how to react. You didn't want them here. You didn't want them anywhere near you. Yet here they were. You just wanted Midoriya to get here. Where was he? "Hey... yah. It's... it's good to see you." Your smile strained.

"So what are you doing here? Lunch?"

"Ah... yah." You nodded your head watching as their eyes moved to Midoriya's empty space in front of you, specifically to the plate that showed that someone was indeed there. You motioned to it. "Yah. I'm on a date." You clarified hoping that would give them the hint to leave. "So..."

They nodded their head as they looked around. "Where are they at?"

"The bathroom." You quickly answered.

"Well, I can keep you company till they get back." They smiled putting a hand on Midoriya's chair.

You felt your nerves start to increase. You shook your head. "No. That's okay, you don't have to-"

"Aw come on Y/N don't be like that." They chuckled with a smile. They moved their hand down on top of yours on the table making you freeze. "For old time sake."

Suddenly a hand grasped the wrist of your ex. "That won't be necessary." Your ex looked up but didn't expect to come face to face with the Number One hero of Japan. Midoriya had an unimpressed look on his face as he moved his sunglasses up as his jade eyes looked your ex up and down. Without much needed force, he removed their hand off of you. "May I ask, who are you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm..." They were incredibly phased by the sudden appearance of Midoriya. "I'm Y/N's ex. I'm-"

"Sorry, never heard of you." Midoriya interrupted them. He however forced a smile on his face. "But it's great to meet you. I wish it would be in a different setting though, because my partner and I," Midoriya put a hand on your shoulder, much to your relief. He didn't look at you but you knew you had all his attention. "are on a date. So how about you talk to my secretary and we can get to know each other properly yah? Great." Midoriya kept his fake smile on his face as he snapped his hand into the air, instantly catching attention from a waiter. "Nice to meet you." Midoriya motioned for them to leave in a subtle yet blatant way."

Your ex hesitated before turning to leave, led by the waitress. Midoriya's smile dropped off of his face. "Jeez, some people." He muttered to himself as he turned to you. He kissed the top of your head. "Now what are we having next? Desert?" He asked as he grabbed his chair to sit down, a genuine smile on his face this time.

You smiled in relief at him. Midoriya was always there for you.

Bakugou Katsuki

Now one of the most weirdest decisions you probably made in your life was falling for Bakugou Katsuki. He was one of the most head strong, paranoid, one splinter away from exploding people you've ever met. However he was something straight out of a fantasy for you. Yah he was brash, but he was thoughtful, calculated, ambitious. He wasn't one for words, not knowing how best to articulate his feelings into words but damn did he care.

He did it in the little things. In his actions. In the way that every week he would get you your favourite flowers, or chocolate. Or how after a long day for you, he would cook you your favourite meal. No matter how he was, even when he could work up your nerves, he never stopped loving you in his own angry pomeranian way.

But being with him was something you were often insecure about. He was the son of two top fashion designers. Grew up wealthy and ended up wealthy. He was the Number Two Hero of Japan. His fanbase was made out of people that were no doubt, some, were better looking than you. They could probably fill in the roll of a hero's partner much better than you could.

But no matter what, Bakugou made sure that you understood through your thick skull that you were the one for him. That he loved you. That you were his everything. So why should you worry?

And normally you always listened to Bakugou (when he was right).

I mean why wouldn't you? He was right this time (he would argue about that).

When you were on an evening date with him, somewhere fantasy because Bakugou often referred to himself as more of your Sugar Daddy than your boyfriend, but who were you to stop him. If he wanted to do something, hell would rather freeze oven than change his mind.

Now how you ended up alone waiting for him to enter the restaurant was something you still had to grapple your head around. One moment you were with Bakugou and the next he was getting a call from the commission. Something work related that didn't have to do with him going into the office or into uniform, but was of a high priority enough for him to step away for moment.

You didn't mind because you know important his work was and how seriously he took it. You supported him like that. But what you didn't like was how the moment he left, you just stumbled into your ex.

You tried to make sure they wouldn't notice you, turning your head away from them to make sure they couln't see you. You prayed, prayed, they wouldn't see you.

"Y/N."

Looks like the heavens weren't in your favour right now.

You turned with a forced smile towards your ex who had a beautiful girl next to them. "Hey..." You greeted them. "Long time."

"Yah very long time." They nodded their head. "How are you doing?"

You nodded your head, hoping that by some miracle, Bakugou's super senses would kick in and notice that his partner needed him right now. "I'm good."

"Yah, you must be. I heard you were with Dynamight." They commented with a chuckle. You nodded your head in agreement. "How surprising..." They started with a dark look to them. "I didn't think out of everyone, Dynamight would end up with you."

You paused for a moment, digesting what was just said. "W... what do you mean?" You asked a bit more quietly, trying to keep your smile up.

They shrugged. "I mean... I thought he would get like a supermodal, or some high end person within the same elitist group not someone like you. You know? Someone ordinary."

You were speechless. You weren't sure how to feel about that. You were a good person. You didn't exactly any hard bad habits or qualities you thought undesirable but you didn't think of yourself like that. But they weren't wrong. Compared to Bakugou, you were ordinary.

"Oi dipshit." Snaking his hand to hold your waist and pull you against him was Bakugou. He kept his eyes forward onto your ex with a glare. He held you tight against him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

You perked up at his language. "Katsuki, we're in public." You remind him quietly.

He just squeezed your side indicating to you that he heard you, but focused on your ex. Said ex, swallowed as they raised their head. "I'm Y/N's ex. I'm-"

"Great, don't actually care." He interupted them. Now... He took a step forward with a tough glare. He pointed a finger to their chest. A harsh look in his crimson eyes that screamed murder. "The next time I hear you talk to them like that, or at all, ever again, I'm gonna make you wish you never cross us again. Do you understand me?" His voice low.

Your ex swallowed as they glared up at them. "You wouldn't." They chuckled.

Bakugou smiled wickedly. He chuckled as he leaned back. He started to pull you forward, before stopping right besides your ex. "Try me. I've covered up enough dead bodies to know how to dispose of yours." His eyes scarily empty and holding nothing but brutal honesty. Bakugou smiled. He tapped his shoulder, with a smoking hand, before continuing forward with you.

You looked up at the blond. You leaned against him. "Thanks, Katsuki." You whispered to him in gratitude.

He smirked smuggly. "Of course, babe. You're my everything."

-Glitch1d

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lay all your love on me.

eggsy x fem!reader

eggsy's life was a bit... hectic. you knew this very well, and if you even stopped to think about it, it was comical.

between the two of you there was no fight over which of you worked more. because you were a normal citizen and really didn't have an ounce of envy of your boyfriend's work. eggsy—or better said, agent galahad, had a job that, to begin with, you wouldn't even know what it was if it weren't for the man's desperate circumstances of having you in his life forever.

harry even begged him to continue with the charade of being a carefree young man for a longer time. but, he couldn't. after seeing you for the first time, he was sure he wanted to trust you with all his secrets. so, after what was like two dates, eggsy had to tell you the whole truth after acidentally wearing the elegant shoes with sharp poison spikes to the thrid date who happend on a very charming restaurant.

it had been a somewhat risky decision, and obviously, he had done it without the consent of any other kingsman agent. but as he himself said: everything had worked out in the end! almost everything, actually.

there were days when eggsy would leave early and return two days later. there were days when some bruises were visible here and there. and every day, when you were alone in the bed to start your own day, you prayed to god or any other entity that was willing to listen to your despair, that eggsy would come home. and that day was no different.

after arriving home and being greeted by darkness, you turned on the lights and felt something comfortable in your body. eggsy had called quickly to say he would be home for dinner. and there you were in the kitchen trying to do the least for the person you loved most in life. the love eggsy felt was the same as yours, multiplied by two. he couldn't imagine himself in a world where the woman who was the source of his courage to stay alive didn't exist. from the moment he had seen your figure in that huge ballroom in one of his missions, he knew it that his life it would depended on you.

and that feeling grew when he brutally opened the wooden door of the house you shared. the first to receive it was JB, who soon stopped before moving a little closer. the dog stood still like a statue, with only his little tail swaying from one side to the other. eggsy was totally dirty. clothes that were once high quality and beautiful, torn and covered in mud.

eggsy sighed as he stared at JB, slowly walking towards you. it was inevitable, there was no way not to notice his presence. a huge stain of dirt, standing in front of you. eggsy laughed as your eyes widened. and he kept laughing when you hugged him. after a few seconds, the realization hit. he was filthy but still, you hugged him tightly.

"my god, you scared me." eggsy heard you whispering. the man closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of food, the smell of your perfume. JB was whimpering as he scratched eggsy's leg. for the first time, eggsy realized he had a family he would die for.

"what happened to you? you're filthy." you said with a giggle, pulling away from your boyfriend and looking at your own clothes which were also dirty after the hug.

"i love you." eggsy said holding your wrists, and then hugging you again.

"oh... i love you too." the sudden statement left you a little confused but happy. when eggsy released you again, you immediately turned off the stove so as not to burn the fish, following eggsy around the house with JB on your arms while he told you about his adventures.

hallway, living room, hallway again, bedroom. eggsy pretended not to notice your big, bright eyes as he told everything and made jokes about almost dying.

"anyways, i missed you." he said with a sincere smile and then faced JB, petting the dog's small head. "and I missed you too, little thing."

when you and eggsy had met, he was still like a dog that had been thrown into the street. afraid to trust anyone, with armor in his heart. he was totally different now.

"you should take a shower, seriously." you said laughing. eggsy was still dirty as hell. the scene was even funnier after he said that he had fallen with his car and everything into the water and crawled in the dirt.

"well... you're dirty too now..." he said with a small smile, raising his eyebrows. you gently dropped JB to the floor, grabbing your boyfriend's arm as he walked into the bedroom's bathroom.

"oh? tell me more about it, mister galahad." you said, closing the bathroom door, leaving JB in the bedroom.

ps: the story takes place in the second film, when eggsy fights with charlie but eggsy doesn't have manhole dirt for the sake of this story.

— you can make a request whatever you want!

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hexpea · 3 months

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Ch. 3 - Parents

After checking into your hotel, the two of you were undoubtedly weary from the day's travels. Seiko, however, displayed an unwavering enthusiasm to explore the vibrant streets of the city.

You made a promise to give Seiko a tour of the city as soon as the two of you settled into your room. Tokyo held a special place in your heart despite the memories, and you were excited to share its wonders with your partner.

As you strolled down the busy city streets, Seiko turned to you with curiosity in their eyes. "So, you mentioned that the school isn't far from here?" They inquired about your alma mater.

"Mhm," you affirmed with a nod.

Once you had your fill of sightseeing, the aroma of street food and the sounds of conversation drew you to a small eatery nestled amidst the growing sunset. The fragrant offerings of takoyaki and yakitori beckoned to you and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to take a break from all of your walking. The two of you sat at a corner table in the tiny restaurant, cramped nearly elbow to elbow with other patrons. Starving from a day of walking, you didn't hesitate to begin scarfing down your delicious meal.

"So," Seiko started the conversation between bites, "if I remember correctly, you said your family deals with...cursed objects?"

"Yep," you confirmed before shoving another bite in your mouth.

"And what are those again?" They asked for a reminder, listening intently.

"Essentially, it's like a bulk of cursed energy, the stuff that comes from our negative emotions, which makes the object more powerful -- like cursed tools or cursed corpses," you began, still chewing that last bite. You didn't think about how Seiko likely didn't know what a cursed tool or cursed corpse was but continued anyways. "Sometimes the objects contain the bits of a sorcerer that can be reincarnated if the object is consumed by a vessel."

"By vessel, you mean..." Seiko trailed off, now completely engrossed by what you were talking about. You were a little thrown off considering they were never that interested in it before, but you were too tired to ask any questions.

"Like a person," you shrugged, taking another bite from your meal.

"I...see," they seemed a bit confused but nodded anyways. "So out of these objects that have these...sorcerers in them, who's the most powerful?"

You thought for a moment, your brain almost fried from fatigue. "I think that'd probably be...Sukuna," you confirmed with a single nod.

"Sukuna?!" They smiled at you as you spoke. "Sounds powerful."

"Very much so," you widened your eyes and looked down. Seiko didn't know the half of it. "He was the most powerful sorcerer alive, like, a thousand years ago. He's trapped in his current form, hopefully for good."

"Wow, so there's a lot more to this jujutsu stuff than I thought," Seiko smiled with a look of thought behind their eyes. "I definitely want to know more."

"I'll tell you whatever you wanna know," you shrugged. Their sudden interest was different, but you felt loved having a partner interested in your family. Though things were strained, they were still important people to you, their actions not always so questionable.

The two of you finished up your meal and paid, heading sleepily back to your hotel for the night. The next day, you planned to meet with your parents, their happiness evident in their tones.

After a long, well-deserved sleep and a little bit more sightseeing throughout the afternoon, the two of you took a taxi out to where your parents lived in the evening.

Though your family was powerful, they weren't Gojo powerful; so that meant your family wasn't paid like the Gojo family. The estate you grew up in was of moderate size, still in the traditional Japanese style just like most of the buildings near the school which was only a block or so away and protected by Master Tengen's barrier. The area was just outside of Tokyo, just enough to see its beautiful lights and hear some of its late night sounds. It was humble and it was home.

Lanterns illuminated the path up to the front door of your parents' home, casting a warm and welcoming glow over the front garden. The small rocks that lead the path to the door crunched under your feet as you made your way up the front porch and opened the front door.

As you approached the genkan to remove your shoes, you couldn't help but feel a barrage of emotions. It had been three whole years since you had seen them, the last time being a few weeks after your divorce to Gojo as you moved your things into a moving truck. Because the marriage was arranged and divorce followed, there was a certain tension on your relationship with them. Not to mention it felt weird just being back in your childhood home after so many years. You hoped that time had softened the awkwardness of the situation.

Seiko maintained a respectful and composed demeanor, this being the first time they met your parents in person. Though they appeared cool and collected, you could also sense their curiosity and anxiety. At the same time, their presence was a source of comfort, a reminder that you weren't alone.

"Y/N! And..." your mother quickly hugged you but her smile awkwardly faded when she forgot the name of your new partner you had talked about over the phone various times. By the smell of her, you could tell she was already a bit drunk, likely to quell her nerves about seeing you again.

"Seiko," they bowed lightly with a smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you both. I've heard a lot about you, and the work that you do."

"Wonderful," your father's deep voice sounded as he appeared in the doorway behind your mother. His arms were sternly crossed over his chest but the look on his face was softer than expected.

Their smiles had "unease" written all over them. They weren't sure where they stood with you and you didn't know with them either. They hated that they had to push you into the marriage to begin with let alone that it ended in divorce. They felt horrible for having put you through that pain unnecessarily.

The four of you sat down for dinner, a beautiful display from the cooks your family employed for occasions such as this. You exchanged the usual pleasantries: "How are you?" "How's your job?" "Have you done anything fun recently?" You obliged their questions, attempting to keep a positive face as the tension slowly began to ease.

At some point during the meal, your father brought up the elephant in the room when he could no longer stand it. He had been the most quiet so far that evening. "I'm sorry about your divorce, Y/N," he sighed and placed his chopsticks done. He had a look of sincerity. "And I'm sorry that it's come back to haunt you with this...this awful paperwork situation."

"Y-yeah," you nodded and looked back down toward your meal. You really wished the topic could have been avoided, but then again you needed to ask about Gojo anyways.

"But you're getting married again?" He continued, inquiring about your relationship with Seiko. Both of your parents glanced at the ring on your finger, a simple, diamond-studded band with a larger diamond at the center. "And you...didn't want to tell us?"

"Of course not, Dad," you scoffed, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment as you hid your ring by putting your hands in your lap rather than on the table. You somehow felt like a child again, getting scolded or punished. "After what happened..." you almost couldn't finish the sentence. "Marriage is a sensitive topic between us," you cut your thought short, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere which was already hanging on by a thread.

"Well, Seiko, you're lovely company," your mother complimented with a warm smile, shifting the topic to a more lighter one with ease. "I'm happy you're happy, dear. It's well-deserved," she turned to you. With a few sips of sake in her system, her mood had quickly eased even further than it already had been.

"Thanks, Mom," you smiled with a giggle at her slightly tipsy demeanor. "I wanted to ask...do you know if Gojo is still in the area? I don't...have his number anymore, so I'm not sure how to reach him to get this paperwork signed."

Your father took another swallow of his beer, smacking his lips awkwardly. "Yes, he's still active in the community, but he's moved to an apartment downtown rather than staying at his family's estate. I can get you the address later."

"Gotcha', thanks," you nodded, voice trailing off and unsure of where to carry the conversation next. The air around you felt incredibly heavy.

"Y/N," your father started again, always being the more direct of your parents, "we understand this situation with Satoru was not easy for you. Is not easy for you. We've always wanted the best for you, but we realize now that perhaps our past decisions weren't the right way to achieve that."

Your mother, looking at you now with a mixture of concern and regret, added, "we want you to know that we support your decisions and that we're happy to see you moving forward."

Their words were heavy with a sense of apology and you appreciated their acknowledgement of the past. The worries you once had about being there had ceased as things suddenly took a turn for the better.

"Thank you," you said sincerely, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "I know you wanted what was...an attempt at the best for the family and I really appreciate your support now. It means a lot."

Seiko offered a reassuring smile of their own. "Your support means a lot to both of us. I'm just happy to be here and get to know you better."

The evening continued with lighter conversation as you shared stories of your time living in Hokkaido with Seiko. Seiko went on and on about how they proposed to you just a few months prior. Your parents really seemed to like them and felt that you were in safe hands. The atmosphere in the room gradually shifted from awkward to warm and you found solace in the understanding and acceptance of your family. You considered one part of your mission accomplished.

The dinner had been a significant step in mending your strained relationships caused by the arranged marriage. You were grateful to reconnect with your parents, the whole thing going far better than expected. You hoped that your visit to Gojo's would go just as smoothly, but the likelihood of that happening was slim to none.

Before leaving for the night, you made sure to get Gojo's new address from your father. The plan was set for you to make the visit to Gojo's the next day, leaving Seiko to venture around Tokyo on their own. They had an eagerness to them that you hadn't seen before. It pleased you to know that they'd be okay on their own while you did your business. You couldn't believe that the day you'd have to confront the menace that was your ex-husband was upon you, your relationship with him always being either hot or cold. You could only hope that his manners as you knew them had gotten better and for your sake he'd sign the papers without another thought.

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