#man. they’ll regret not looking into it sooner

[coconutcordiale]

"is that my shirt" with jake please<33

don't play fair, don't be sweet

pairing- hangman x reader

warnings- one or two sexual innuendos and hangman being hangman so 18+? this is pretty much fluff @justfandomwritings is gonna divorce me i just know it

length- 1.2k

an- welp. as per usual i went the opposite direction the prompt might suggest. this is..very silly and fluffy and idk I’m sorry this took so long (promise y’all I only have one more 500 celly prompt….over a month later)

title from teeth by mallrat

“You better buy me a new shirt.” Jake’s unsuccessfully fighting a chuckle as he yells to you in the other room.

You roll your eyes as you come back into your bedroom. “I’m sure you can afford another J.Crew button-up, Lieutenant.”

Jake tries not to preen as you drag your eyes up his naked torso. There’s a fire lit in them that has him immediately pulling his phone out to cancel on everyone you’re supposed to be meeting when a black t-shirt with an alligator logo lands on his face.

“Here, wear that.”

“I’m not wearing Payback’s shirt. I can go without until we get to my place.” He tosses it aside flippantly, throwing a wink in your direction. “If you think you can keep your hands to yourself for that long, that is.”

You let out an exasperated huff. “We don’t have time to go by your place first.”

That pulls a smirk from him, as he tugs you back to straddle him on your soft comforter, already running his hands underneath your red dress. “Well, shit, darlin’, guess we can’t go.”

You drag your lips across his collarbone, nipping at his neck and he tries not to shudder.

“It’ll be suspicious if we both bail. You don’t want everyone to figure us out, do you?” You counter once he’s sufficiently distracted, running your fingers through his hair, gently forcing him to meet your eyes.

Your gorgeous, doe eyes that do nothing but get him into trouble.

“They’ll figure it out when I’m making you scream my name in the bathroom because you chose to wear this tease of an outfit,” he quips, long fingers tugging at your short hem.

You level him with an unimpressed look, and he smiles up at you, turning the charm up to eleven.

It’s truly unfortunate that you’re all but immune to his draw after so much time spent sneaking around.

“What about when he sees me wearing it?” Jake whines finally, after realizing you have no plans to give in. He’s very much disinclined to leave this bed for anywhere besides his house that boasts a distinct lack of roommates.

You raise an eyebrow, probably at his petulance. “He’s not coming tonight. Said he had a date.”

Jake remains unconvinced.

“The sooner we go out, the sooner we can go back to your place,” you promise, fingers running across the ridges of his abs invitingly.

“Fine, but you’re not wearing these,” Jake sighs, feigning irritation as he starts dragging lace panties down your hips.

“You’re a menace,” you tell him, blush rising high on your cheeks, but you don’t move to stop his hands.

Jake kisses your cheek in response, nauseating himself a little at the saccharine gesture. He grips your hips a little tighter than necessary to make up for it and is pleased to hear your breath hitch as he manhandles you around his lap.  

At least some of his tricks still work.

+

“Hangman…what the hell?”

Jake freezes. So much for Payback’s date. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. Is that my shirt?”

The blonde looks around, ostensibly for an escape route. Why did he stand in the corner?

Not finding one he finally answers, silver tongue failing him at the worst possible moment. “No?”

The other man gives him a look like Jake must be a moron. Jake thinks that might have some merit, considering he’s standing here wearing the stupid shirt.

“How did you get my shirt?”

“You must’ve let me borrow it,” Jake answers, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Payback looks like he’d sooner believe Jake moonlights as a stripper.

Jake is fucked. He knows he’s fucked.

He knows how the other man got his callsign, knows Payback is going to make him regret his very existence for sleeping with his best friend. He’s the nicest guy ever until you push his limits.

And Jake has pushed well beyond his limits. He basically sped right past them, while flipping Payback off in the process, by doing something Payback asked him not to do.

The only thing Payback has ever explicitly asked him not to do, actually.

Jake’s not used to this, caring what people besides Coyote think. Being a friend.

Gross. He doesn’t like it.

It snuck up on him, this worry about upsetting the people around him, but Jake would honestly rather eject from his jet than deal with the frankly insane look in Payback’s eyes right now.

He’s not quite sure what to do with that feeling.

“Hey Reu, what’s up?” You’re smiling as you appear at his elbow. Jake’s just trying his best not to damn himself further by checking out the way the neckline of your dress dips invitingly. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”

Payback’s gaze flits between the two of you. You clearly have not picked up on the tension settling in the air.

“Seresin,” he says slowly.

“Wait.” Jake holds his hands up, trying to seem less threatening. He steps away from you, as if some distance might help Payback suddenly forget Jake’s seen you naked.

It doesn’t.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Hold on!”

“Dead,” Payback threatens. “Six feet under.”

Realization dawns on your face as you remember the shirt, looking like you’re just barely resisting the urge to slap yourself on the forehead. If Jake wasn’t sure Payback was seconds away from smacking him over the head with his beer bottle, it’d make him smile, how adorable you look right now.

Seriously, what is wrong with him. He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore.

Payback’s expression is quickly turning from terrifying to disappointed now that he’s looking at you, and that’s horrifyingly even worse for Jake’s psyche.

“Why couldn’t you go for a nice guy, like Bob?”

Jake’s brow furrows. He knows he doesn’t have the best track record, but he’s trying here, has been since the mission. “Hey, I’m not—”

“Shut up, Hangman,” you and Reuben say simultaneously.

He raises an eyebrow at you, hoping to clearly indicate you’ll be paying for that little comment later. You ignore him, which is pretty much par for the course at this point.

Payback pulls Bob off his stool to stand next to him, the WSO stumbling a little in the process. “Seriously, look how cute he is. This is the kind of guy that’ll treat you right.”

You and Payback glower at each other for a moment before Bob clears his throat.

“Uh,” Bob starts like he’s not sure how to handle this as the only sober, sane one left in the bar. “I’m flattered, Payback, but I don’t think you getting involved is going to keep them from dating.”

Payback deflates, unable to keep his anger burning in the face of sweet, lovable Bob.

“I hope you’re not flying tomorrow,” he tells Jake before stomping to the bar.

You shrug, staring at your friend’s retreating back. “I feel like that could’ve gone worse, honestly.”

Jake can’t help himself, hands already drifting towards your flimsy sundress. “Does that mean we can go to the bathroom now?”

#hangman supremacy #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #jake hangman x reader #hangman fic #hangman fluff #hangman blurb #jake seresin #500 followers celly

[blazingstar29]

I found love

First cab off the rank for the icemav song series! I Found by Amber Run from @qedart. (Do y'all want these on ao3?)

cw: inexplicit period typical homophobia

--

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

Fear doesn’t set in for some years, despite how uncertain they were at first. No, Tom is never scared of his love for Maverick. But it’s only as his sister gets engaged and his cousin has a baby that he comes to a chilling realisation that he’s of the age where he needs to shed his bachelor personality and take a desk position, get married, and have kids. 

And he would love too, he’d love to do all those things. Except he can’t, not without killing his soul in the process.

Because he’d love to get married – to Maverick. He’d love to come home – to Maverick. He’d love to have kids – with Maverick. 

But he can’t marry Maverick. He can’t always come home to Maverick. He can’t have kids with Maverick. 

How unfortunate that the man so many people are convinced is cold and heartless has so much love, only for it to be forbidden. Denied. Disgraced. 

Love was meant to be for the daughter of an Admiral or a banker or someone. So long as she was a daughter. Love wasn’t meant to be found in his rival, his competitor, his wingman. His Maverick. 

Fear instils itself in him. It makes him hold his breath every time the topic of relationships comes up around his family, waiting for the questions. It’ll be harder to maintain the it’s hard to court from an aircraft carrier when he inevitably takes a desk position. Sooner or later his mother will want her son to have children, a daughter in law to talk wallpaper with. 

—

And i’ll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take

Pete spent his entire life asking the universe questions and never waiting long enough for an answer. How long can he go before breaking into the turn? How much more can the air boss take? 

He’s spent his entire life pushing it, right on the edge of the envelope. Higher, faster. More often than not it’s worked out, somehow. But he fails, falls, just like everyone. Each time he seems to land into the grounder harder than before. Like the universe is sending him a message. 

Stop.

But he never listened, never paid attention. Didn’t take any hints from the universe on when to slow down. Not until Tom Kazansky showed up, an ever present speedometer that reminds him to break, to eat and sleep.

—-

Tom’s father dies when he’s thirty seven and it stops the questions for a while. A part of him feels guilt, or is regret, that his father never saw him  become a father. At the wake his mother takes by the hand into the garden and cups her hand on his cheek. 

She smiles up at him sadly, but hopeful. 

“Love that boy who sat in the back,” she whispers quietly. “You’re free now.” 

—

 Pete’s spent so long being told to give in, to relent to the pressure, the expectation. To slow down, follow orders, stay on the straight and narrow. He’s spent so long hearing it that sometimes he forgets to find the accelerator, to pour his all, to give his everything. 

Before the first dark star test flight Tom holds his hand through the fire repellent gloves on the long walk out to the flight line in the middle of the Mojave desert. 

“Nervous?”

He looks at Tom through his helmet. A view they’ll share in this exact spot more than once. 

“I’m about to ask an experimental aircraft to go Mach 5.”

Tom takes him by the shoulders and gets as close to Pete’s face shield as he dares. “I know so many people including myself have told you to slow down, to stop, to think, to change course. And something I’ve rarely told you is to hurry up.” Move your ass, get up here! I’m engaged with five. Repeat five. I’m in deep shit! “You are the only one who can push it up there the way you do.”

“But what if–”

“I want you to come home tonight. But Mav, I know you. I know you’ve been told to give in, give up all your life. It’s time for you to take. Push it, because you can.” 

#ices mom is an ally and this sounds like the typical ice trope of ice always having the hard ass dad but sue me i'm tired #i've already talked about ices dad in an old broke woke bespoke post i'm just being lazy rn lol #blazingstar29 top gun song series #top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick

[colourfullsims]

DAY 3 | Rolling with the Punches (3/13)

Nina: I can’t say I didn’t see this coming: if fact, I’m kind of mad I didn’t think of a way to stoke these flames even sooner. Back in the Villa, Felicity and Camryn are in the middle of their daily yoga session when they realize that they’ve both set their sights on the same man. Maybe if they weren’t becoming fast friends, this wouldn’t be awkward, but now, there’s no ignoring the giant elephant in the room. They’ll both have to sit with the knowledge that at the next recoupling, at least one of them won’t be getting who they want. But who care about that right now? Let’s get back to this roller skating date!

@morrigan-sims​ @ommsims​

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Felicity: W-wOooAah! Whew! Either I’m seriously out of practice or all the drama from the last 24 hours has really thrown my balance out of whack!

Camryn: Girl, I’m back here struggling too, so it’s clearly the latter! I blame you, with that earth-shattering kiss you planted on Joey.

Felicity: [laughing] You know he’s probably been replaying it in his head since then. Serves him right, with the stunt he pulled today.

Camryn: Yeah, I guess. But I hope you’re not gonna waste all your time on trying to make Joey regret his decision. You’ve still got to make sure your spot is secured in here.

Felicity: Fret not ma chérie, I haven’t forgotten. In fact, I’ve already made headway on getting myself a new partner this morning.

Camryn: Well look at you being proactive! Seeing as Syd and Frankie are attached at the hip, and Hikaru is mortal enemy number two for you, it’s safe to assume you took me up on my offer to take Ramoan off my hands. I’d be happy to play wing woman if you’d like--

Felicity: Psh, yeah right. You think I want him mooching off of me? I’m looking for a self made man who I don’t have to give a weekly allowance.

Camryn: [struggling] W-who the h-hell in here is s-self made? The o-only one who comes even c-close to that is--

Felicity: Tucker. We spoke this morning about if he was open to playing the field a little. He seemed receptive to the offer to try things out with me. I’m sure a little more attention will send him over the edge.

Camryn: Hm… That’s funny you say that. I actually was talking to Tucker yesterday about the same thing.

Felicity: You talked to him about coupling up with me?

Camryn: No…me.

Felicity: …Ah.

Felicity: …I suppose that isn’t a shock. We both want someone we don’t need to take care of and Tucker is clearly more than capable and…desirable…I guess it will just come down to who he thinks suits him better.

Camryn: Yeah…Is this gonna be weird for us? Pursuing the same guy?

Felicity: N-no, I don’t see why it should. I mean…that’s just the show right?

Camryn: …Right.

#what to do when you and your bestie like the same guy #subtly signal that you're not gonna back down lol #that's the last of it for today #and i'll be back with more on monday #got a wedding to attend saturday #see y'all then! #ts4 #sims 4 #love island challenge #ts4 love island challenge #sims 4 love island challenge #sims of color #colourfullsims #felicity faulk #camryn broussard

[neuromancer1888]

Icemav fic prompt:

Phew, this work was a lot harder to make than I expected. This picture prompted me to go more serious and I hope that's okay with you. It's a happy ending though.

I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for this amazing prompt.

Sometimes Tom stopped breathing at night. It was the most terrifying thing in the world. Maverick would hear him cough softly, splutter a little, and then go quiet. Those seconds of ‘quiet’ were like a waking nightmare. Mav couldn’t stand them. He’d turn around in bed if Tom was the one holding him and he’d stop breathing too- until he’d hear the other rumble softly and continue breathing again. He had been scared beyond his wits like that plenty of times now. Maverick talked to him about it the other day and in hindsight, he regretted doing so. Tom had always been a proud man and this caused a small dent in his pride again. It had never made him view Ice differently, not a second. It had only made him admire him more. The first time he’d been diagnosed had been a huge scare. Naturally, they had both been frightened the second the doctor had dropped that horrible word; Cancer. It had sounded so final, so permanent. Most people didn’t come out of it well and it was a prospect they both had to keep in mind. The doctor had reassured them that death wasn’t the only possible outcome. . . But it had weighed heavily on both of their minds. That night, Maverick had held Ice tighter than he had ever had before. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, considering there must have been a thousand things on his mind; but his call sign had been as relevant as it had been then. Deep down, Maverick might have even been grateful for how strong and professionally the Iceman had responded to it all. He was practical like that. He had arranged sick days with work the moment he knew the dates for treatments- and they had to start almost immediately- and ensured Maverick was taken care of. That night had been the last night they had made love and it had been gentle and loving. They had talked through most of the night after that, pretending nothing was wrong, but it had hung over them like an ominous cloud. At one point, past three or something, they knew it had to be said out loud at one point.

“You know, you aren’t obliged to do anything,” Tom had rasped softly. Maverick had been close to interrupting, but with a gentle raise of his hand, he had been silenced. “I know it’s not looking good, and you’re still so- young,” he had laughed. There had been no bitterness or malice in that laugh, only love and it had made Pete clench his teeth. No more call signs, or jokes, or snarky remarks. They had both been stripped to the core. “I wouldn’t want you to waste, all of that potential you hold,” Tom had coughed somewhere at that point. Pete remembered holding him until it had faded. “I don’t want to waste a second without you,” he had finally rebutted after a moment of silence, a silence that had hung so heavily on them that it must have been palpable. “If you think I’m going anywhere, you’re wrong. I can’t leave my wingman behind, not ever,” Pete’s vision had gone blurry by then, the tears obscuring his sight. He had wiped them away hastily, but that tender smile on Tom’s face had only made it worse. “Don’t cry. I’m not gone yet,” he had assured him, his hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. He had lost so much weight already and Pete blamed himself for not realizing sooner. “I don’t want you to be sick,” he had said, almost childishly- and Tom had chuckled softly at it, but had lacked the strength. “We’ll get through it. I’m tough as nails,” he had promised. That had made Pete laugh, but it had made him twice as sad. “I’ll be with you. Every step of it. I’ll get you nail hardening polish tomorrow. My mom wore nail polish and it helped keep her nails from breaking. They’ll get brittle,” Pete had taken those soft hands in his and had pressed a kiss on each knuckle until Tom had grown a bit overwhelmed. “I’m in good hands, but I don’t have to be. I want you to listen, alright? Not the kind where it goes in and out the other- really listen,” Tom had reached out for his chin, lifting it up until Pete finally made eye contact with him. That was when Pete had broken, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook his head, not wanting to hear it- but respecting his lover enough to listen to each and every word.

“When I get too sick, or when it becomes too much for you- I want you to leave. I want you to live your life, not be chained to my bedside. You’ve always been destined to be up there, not down here. I want you to fly when they call on you. If you resign, I’m kicking you out of the house,” Pete had laughed at that, but it had been laced with sobs he had been holding in until then. Tom had been relentless in that moment, telling him all the things he didn’t want to hear then, but knew he’d have to at one point. The gravity of their reality had been heavy, but that didn’t mean Pete wouldn’t be optimistic throughout it all. “Don’t you worry about me, I want to be here every single step,” he had reassured him. He continued to reassure him, every single night before they went to sleep. He’d remind him how it wasn’t a problem as he put on gloves and cleaned after Tom had gotten sick or had gone to the restroom. He reassured him again when Tom shaved his hair off right before the worst of his hair loss began. He had taken his cheeks in his hands and told him just how handsome he was, and that if it hadn’t been for his exhaustion, he’d do anything he wanted to. None of it took Pete’s smile away; not the accidents, not the discomfort, not the sleepless nights. He knew they’d get through it all and that no matter what the outcome would be of it, it would be worth every single second.

During one of the worst nights, the one Pete was convinced would be Tom’s last, he had just cleaned the bed and put all the blankets and laundry in a plastic bag when Tom turned to him with a weak cough and asked him; “Why are you still here?” In those eyes, Pete had seen desperation, the same kind of desperation he had seen in his mother’s eyes when she grew sicker. It filled him with fear, and as he stood in the face of that fear, that knowledge that things could end tonight or turn for the worse, he paused and thought to himself. Tom had mistaken that silence for something else and spoke again; “I cause you so much pain,” and that was the first time he had seen the Iceman cry. Pete rushed to the bed, taking his lover into his arms, cytostatics or whatever it was called be damned, and wiped his tears away.

“You listen to me. I have loved you, for many many years now. I loved you then, and I love you now. Even if you don’t make it,” Pete clenched his teeth, but kept his eyes on Tom’s. He wasn’t going to look away, he’d stare the raw reality right in the face- and felt his heart swell. “I’ll always love you Tom. Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a daily decision, one I gladly make no matter what. A decision that says I still do. I still choose you. And nothing will ever change that,” he insisted.

They had held each other that night, the soft whirring of the oxygen machine wasn’t audible to them anymore by now. It had become a constant to them. A month later, they got through the last chemotherapy session. The doctor had finally give them the good news that they could safely start the immunotherapy. Tom was still recovering and every single day was a challenge, but within two months, he was slowly becoming more like himself again, both physically and mentally. That Christmas, Tom had been declared cancer-free and they had celebrated like Gods in the mead halls of Valhalla or whatever it was the doctor had said.

Tonight would be the first time the Iceman would make his appearance again as admiral in function. He had taken his sweet time getting ready, polishing the buttons and every seam or something, Pete assumed. Pete wasn’t able to be there at home when he finished dressing, he had to get his ass over to the festivities first, but Slider had assured him everything would be taken care of the second he got there. He was trembling by the time Tom finally got there- and it was everything and more. He looked immaculate and strong, bigger than life and just like he was when he was young; breathtaking. Pete wasn’t the only one desperately trying to keep his tears in. He could see it in the way Slider’s eyes grew red that he struggled with some of it, too. They saluted him with everything they had, earning themselves a wide, pearly white grin that would never leave their memories. They drank and ate and enjoyed their time until Tom stopped and rose up from his seat, silencing the company he was in.

“Thank you for being here tonight. I’m glad we are able to sit here together again. It’s been too long,” he paused, searching for words- or perhaps deciding on something. Pete wasn’t sure what his lover was going to say- but nothing could have prepared him for what came. “Some of you might have already known, or have had a suspicion. But Captain Pete Mitchell and I have been together for quite a few years now. He’s been my wingman throughout all of these years, and I’d like to thank him for these last few months. You see, without him, I am not sure I would have come out the way I have. When I told him to never leave his wingman behind, he took it seriously- and you all know how he is,” the snickers and cheering made Pete smirk, but his teary-eyes were glued to Tom, and Tom’s to his. “But I’d like to say something to him, that he said to me when we were in the middle of the biggest dogfight of our life;

‘Loving isn’t a feeling, it’s a daily decision. It’s one that says I still do,’.” Tom paused, “Pete, I still choose you, in this life and the next,” he raised his glass, prompting the rest of the guests to do the same.

“I love you,” he whispered as the company cheered. Pete smirked through tears, “I love you too you son of a bitch,” he cried as he got up from his seat to embrace his lover like he had all those years ago.

#icemav #tom kazansky #iceman #pete mitchell #maverick #top gun #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tom cruise #val kilmer

[anemic-comedienne]

She always hated when I said sorry (I’m sorry)

This past week, I’ve been listening to songs I’ve felt deeply before, only to realize that they’re too sad for how I feel. 

I think I’ve been unfair to her. Pitying someone is always a little cruel, especially someone who hates being pitied. And so I know it’s not kind the way I think of her, the way I find myself thinking I’m better than her, because I feel, because I’m not afraid to feel. Because I knew what I was getting into, I believed my mother and all my friends, but I said yes anyway. I know it’s not kind the way I feel superior to her cold exterior.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe it comes from insecurity, the way I pretend I was always three steps ahead and that the heart on my sleeve was something I put there rather than something that grew there. And I do feel like a hypocrite, because I’m not happier now that we’re broken up, but I’m also not any sadder. I can’t help but feel like we really were on the same page all along, except that I was lying about it. Because I didn’t love her. And I knew that. 

There’s no point in regretting things I can’t learn from, and I know there’s nothing to learn from her not loving me. But I should probably learn from not loving her. I led her on too, I guess. I told Piper I thought I could love her, only she hadn’t let me close enough, but that doesn’t feel so true anymore. The times she did let me close, I didn’t always like what I saw. My favorite part was acting like I loved her, because I love loving. I’ve always thought of this as a good thing, but in this case it feels like it might have been a little mean. I carefully listened for what she wanted, but maybe not how she wanted it. Maybe I always made it a little more about me than about her.

At the end of the day, I still feel confused. But I also think her side is much easier to understand than I’ve let it be. In an ideal world, she would have figured out how she felt sooner, before she’d committed us both to sharing my dorm room for five nights. But in an ideal world, a lot of things would be different, and those things aren’t different. They just are. 

I let her get away with a lot of things I would never let a man get away with. I’m not sure why I did that, but I think a part of me liked it. It felt like a declaration she would understand – like, even if I have loved men more than I love you, I have never loved them like this. I have never let them do these things to me. I have never let them say something so cutting. You are softer than them, you are worth more. But she wasn’t. She isn’t. I don’t mean to be cruel. It’s just true.

I don’t mean to sound like I’m over it or anything. I’m not. It stings to see pictures of her, and to imagine her with other people. I know I had feelings for her in some way, and I know they’ll bubble up when they get the chance. But mainly when I say I’m not over it, what I mean is that a part of me is still pretending. This too-sad playlist I made and titled more ambiguously than I really feel – I think I did it so that I can imagine her looking at my Spotify (which she will literally never look at) and thinking wow, I really had an effect on this person. I imagine her feeling that way because that’s how I would feel. But we are two very different people. I have no reason to believe that’s how she would feel, even if she did see my playlist. And even if she did see it, and that was how she felt, the playlist isn’t really how I feel. So what’s the point?

We were opposites, which I guess attracted. She’d say: You like me more than I like you. Then turn around and say: You see right through me. I can’t hide from you. Meanwhile, I’d sit and list the beautiful things I saw in her: her careful memory, the gentle way she drank the world in. Then I’d turn around and tell my best friend I didn’t expect us to talk after getting home. She was the one who kissed me first. She was the one who called. She was the one who bought the ticket. And we both acted like I had done all those things. I bought us a bottle of wine and pretended the whole thing hadn’t been on her terms.

Maybe this is me realizing that my feelings for her weren’t as strong as I thought they were. Or maybe this is me realizing that strong feelings don’t have to linger or ruin you to prove their strength. Maybe it’s both.

She was a girl I liked. She was a girl who liked me. She was someone I could buy flowers for, and whose hand I could hold. Until she didn’t want those things from me anymore. I don’t know how to like people just a little bit, but it seems like a skill worth learning. I guess my ego is a little bruised, but honestly, not as much as I expected. She liked very few of the things I like about myself, anyway. In fact, I don’t really know what she liked about me. She never said, exactly, other than that I use big words and I’m caring. Those are two truths about me, but they are just accessories to the person I am. I let her play with my heart for the fun of it, her fun and mine, and I tried, again and again, to weasel my way into hers. I don’t like that I did that, because I know I can love better than that, but it is what it is.

I always do this with exes. I pretend that I’m the one who hurt them more, that I had the upper hand all along. I wish getting over it were as simple as apologizing, and so I do: I say I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hope each sorry erases them. I was hurt, too, and I’ve felt that hurt in waves, and I’m sure the tides will continue to roll in. But for now, I’ll say what I’m about to say.

I am learning that to love well isn’t just a matter of action, but of sincerity. I should’ve kept from trying to love her well when I didn’t even love her in the first place, just liked her enough to want to kiss her again. I really do think she’s smart, and funny, and beautiful, but that doesn’t mean we were good together. I love to love, though. I let myself have too much fun with it. I threw everything at someone who didn’t ask for everything and had the nerve to be mad when they weren’t grateful. That’s on me. I wish I could apologize to her for it, but I know better. She always hated when I said sorry. She never knew what I meant by anything.

[writing-is-my-one-true-passion]

Falloutober 2022 Prompt 6: Pseodoscience

“Maybe it means that you’re afraid of what is going to happen at Hoover Dam,” Arcade said in a quiet voice.

Six rolled her eyes. It had been a week since her nightmare and Arcade still wouldn’t let it go. Every day she regretted telling him more and more. Thankfully he hadn’t told anyone else about it, otherwise she’d have to worry about the others asking her about it too.

“I am afraid of what’s going to happen,” Six said. “I don’t know if I’m good enough to fight against an entire army of not.”

“You shouldn’t worry about fighting an entire army,” Arcade said.

“The NCR will be there to help.”

“But I don’t know if I want them there at all.”

Arcade paused a moment, surprised, then said, “You can’t fight this battle alone.”

Six shook her head and scratched the star scar on her forehead where she had been shot. “I don’t know what to do. If I let the NCR win, the whole Mojave will be tied up in their red tape bureaucracy. The Legion, with as much as they hate me, if I were to let them win, they’ll enslave the entire Mojave.”

Arcade hummed. “Neither option is particularly pleasant. You could go for a third, less controlled option.”

“Yeah,” Six said with a sarcastic laugh. “Kill them all and crown myself queen of Vegas.”

Arcade shrugged and said, “Sure. You have what is needed for leaders. You make hard decisions quickly and don’t regret the consequences of your actions, at least not openly.”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life.”

“We all have.”

Six fell quiet for a moment. She took in their surroundings. They sat on a cliff ledge, overlooking Camp Forlorn Hope.

“I don’t want to be the reason why so many people die. Especially people like them.” She gestured down to the camp. “People that were just thrown into a war in a territory they don’t live in, in the hopes that their government will get to keep the territory. The NCR will never be able to fully fix Hoover Dam, the power will only travel so far. They’re fighting a hopeless war that they won’t win.”

“You could always try to end the war sooner rather than later.”

Six nodded slowly. “If I were to kill Caesar, the Legion would become weaker, but it would also have a martyr.”

“After the battle, those who survive will have no one to rally behind.”

“Weaken their leadership, weaken their numbers, morale would be in the dirt by the time they get to fighting at the dam. An easier enemy to push over. Lanius would still be a problem, though.”

“You can handle Lanius. I think you can handle anything the Legion throws at you. But they still have the numbers, and the NCR can’t compete with that.”

“I could allow the NCR to help, even up to the end. Then have Yes Man remove the soldiers.”

“Yes Man?”

“The bot in Benny’s room at the Tops.” Six fell quiet in thought for a long while. The sun had started to lower into the ground before she spoke again. “Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.” She turned to Arcade and said. “Thanks for helping me figure it out.”

He gave her a wane smile and said, “Sure. Maybe let me psychoanalyze your dreams more often.”

Six scoffed and looked back down at the camp, where soldiers were setting up fires for light around the camp. “I thought you figured it was suede-science.”

“Pseudoscience,” Arcade corrected. “And yes, it’s a form of that. But it helped you talk yourself through what needs to be done, didn’t it?”

Six shrugged and stood. “Let’s head down.”

Arcade nodded and together they returned to the camp.

#falloutober2022 #arcade gannon #courier six #fanfiction #mine #ill be honest this one took me quite a while #and im still not exactly happy with this #but it turned out better than expected #especially once i figured to make this like a sequel to the dream prompt

[wrathfulmercy]

[ FAREWELL ]:     a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again. -- for rosita bc i crave angst

Letter prompts from here @unheald

My sweet Rosy (I know you’ll hate me for this),

Please believe me when I tell you that I never planned to write you this and that I only do so cause I saw no other chance. The herd we talked about is actually closer and moving faster than we expected and when I found out, there was no time to wait for all of you to arrive. I told Daryl and it was me who begged him not to say a word to you so you wouldn’t come after me (and let’s be honest I’m just super scared of you) so please forgive him if he kept his word. The truth is: I need you with the kids. I need you to raise Judith and Carl for me when I can’t be there cause you’re the mother they need in their life as you were the wife I needed in the time I’ve got to spend with you. You have no idea how much I adored you every day. How many nights I lied aware next to you just to watch you sleeping cause you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life. You’re brave, you’re strong and you’re so damn smart that it actually scares me cause I know that I couldn’t be as half as good as you are as a parent or role model. I’m blessed that you came into my life and the life of my kids. That you made me fight and love again. That you allowed me to marry you. Right now I’m looking at the wedding band I found for us and I know that whatever may happen to me, that I’ll not give up what you gave to me and hold onto it as long as I breathe. I love you and I assure you that nothing will break this love apart. No force of nature. No fight. No enemy. Not even Death. I will love you far and beyond and wherever you will go I will watch you from above. I regret that we didn’t meet sooner, but maybe I couldn’t have been the man you need when we had met before the fall. I needed to become what I am today to be worthy of you but thing is: you never needed me to impress the world with your presence cause you’ve been already perfect all your life. I adore you and I know that the kids are safe with you. Please keep watching them and raise them with the love we were lucky to find for each other and know that I’ll be by your side with every step just as you are always in my heart. I love you.

Your husband Rick

#unheald #rick x rosita || ease my mind #answered meme #v: twd

[priscilla9993]

Rumple

6, 13 ,15 ,18

😘

Hello there again Anon! I can only assume that the kissy winky face is your signature mark. Thank goodness there wasn't any question of where they liked to be kissed bc geez, that'd be hard. Rumple, huh? I'll think about him in his entirety to answer these.

6. Their vices (physical or emotional)

I don't know what a vice is but let me google it. Oooh okay. Well, clearly Rumple’s murdered a bunch of people for too many reasons, as simple as annoying him or not keeping up their end of the deal. He’s also stopped an ogre war by wiping out a bunch of ogres so all children (Baelfire if we’re being honest) wouldn’t have to be drafted. Rumple has the terrible vice of getting physically violent when he doesn’t get his way by destroying things or hitting others with the nearest weapon at his dispense. Emotionally, it’s more of a minor vice, but he won’t tell anyone his plans or emotions, even when he could have saved himself from terrible deeds or actions if he just talked about it. Even when he does tell the ones closest to him of his ideas, he doesn’t listen to anyone’s advice and only works with others if he thinks he has the most control and benefits over a situation. All round, maybe lots of things wouldn’t have happened if Rumple went to therapy or actually listened to Belle sooner rather than later when he’s in a depressed and regretting everything state. 

13. What gets them flustered

Belle flirting with him forever gets him flustered because no matter how much he knows that they love each other, that she tries to see the best in him, and he tries his best to live up to her expectations, Rumple can’t get over how he ever got so lucky to be with her in the end. Them being a happily married couple and him trying to live as a good willed mortal by season 7 really sold it to me that when he decides to be vulnerable and loving rather than power hungry, he’s just an old man in need of some love. I think another thing is watching Gideon grow up and his son looking up to him as the man he always tried to be, respectable and brave. Gideon is such a bundle of joy in his life that he’s always flustered when his kid is excited or proud to show him anything, hugging him or just talking to him about anything. Rumple may not have been able to have been the father he wanted to be to Baelfire, but I believe he did better for Gideon. 

15. What it takes to make them cry

Anything that has to do with Rumple’s past, whether it be their regret of hobbling themselves to get out of the war (very understandable and brave imo since he’d most likely not live if he went into combat; Baelfire preferred his papa to come home safe, even if Milah never forgave him and called him a “coward” for doing so and not getting truly hurt or an honorable death in war) or his troubled childhood with his father, Malcolm, abandoning him for fabled youth. Rumple sometimes cries in private over the loss of Milah as their wife (regretting how things went despite her ‘cheating’ and him killing her). Baelfire is a huge factor to him crying as Rumple unintentionally abandoned him to the unknown portal abyss, his son going off his radar on purpose and then the two of them only to be reunited before Baelfire/Neal’s untimely death that saved him. Finally, whenever Belle can't find it in herself to forgive him or come back by his side, which he knows he only has himself to blame for his shitty choices, some involving her without her consent on how she’d be “protected” or live. For happier cries, it has to do with his family and all the good times he had/had with them when he decided to do better, with disbelief on how a person like him could be cared and loved, reciprocating the same.

18. Things they’ll never admit

Love. Rumple craves and cares about love more than power, however, the darkness is a strong pull, probably whispering that he needs it to protect the things he cherishes and himself. Friendship and community. I think Rumple has always wanted to belong, but he shoots himself in the foot first by assuming no one will ever give him a chance, so he betrays everyone before they can leave him. Similarly, there are some people who never believe he can be all bad, like Alice and Belle. I love how he tries to push them away but is really glad for their friendships, while grumbling that he doesn’t care for anyone. It might not have been truly the Killian Jones he had a longtime revenge feud and death wish over, but I’m glad Rumple was able to admit that Hook, no matter the form, was the closest thing he had to a friend, even if that meant a rival.  

#ask and it is given #ouat rumple #Rumplestiltskin #never thought him as much as rn #character headcanons #thanks for the ask!

[heartofspells]

Welcome to today’s lecture on 5SOS5 and Harry Potter, today’s lecture is on Moodswings.

“I can tell by the look in your eyes / That you don't wanna fight on a Friday night / Living my life, lookin' from the outside / I hope you don't mind that I ruined our time / I can tell by the look in your eyes / That you just wanna get on a one-way flight / 'Cause you don't ever trust this mind of mine.” Remus and Sirius who can tell that their relationship is broken beyond repair, the war has damaged their foundation too thoroughly, but neither one wants to actually admit “I love you, I think you’re the spy, I can’t trust you, I’m pretty sure you’re the enemy now and you’ll stab us all in the back, why did you betray everyone you loved and everything you believed in, how could you, I’ll never forgive you” but they’re both thinking it, and have made the tacit agreement to avoid discussing it as much as possible, but they know that the fight is coming, and it will tear them apart. All their friends and them swore each other the war wouldn’t break them, a war will not break years of friendship, but time made liars of them all. Neither wants to fight, they want to go back to the beginning when they were in love and on the same side, but that’s long gone, they’re just postponing the fight because they know they’ll never recover once they admit out loud “I truly think you’re the spy, and I can never get past this, our relationship was over the second you went to Voldemort.” They can both see the other doesn’t want to fight, but they know it’s coming sooner rather than later, they just want to cling to what they had as long as possible. Sirius who knows Remus doesn’t trust him because everyone he grew up with is on the opposite side of the war, they keep offering him a place in their ranks when nobody else has ever gotten as many offers, most people only get one and they never get another chance once they’ve rejected it, but Sirius has received countless offers and he has not suffered for his numerous rejections; Sirius who is so, so loyal and once it was his family that had that loyalty, and Remus can no longer have faith that it’s the Order and the Marauders that have it now because there’s a spy and well, Sirius did grow up with most of the Death Eaters, maybe he’s just not capable of leaving his roots behind. Remus who knows Sirius doesn’t trust him now that Remus is off spying on the werewolves but hasn’t told him, Remus keeps disappearing for long periods of times with no explanation and Remus is watching Sirius‘s trust in him die day by day until it reached the point where Sirius doesn’t even ask where he’s been because Sirius doesn’t want to hear another lie and see more cracks grow in their relationship.

“I can tell when you're slippin' from me / Even when it's only subconsciously / On the edge of the bed as you're fallin' asleep / I think I need you more than you need me” Sirius and Remus who know that the other is pulling away, but they have so little left because of the war that they’re clinging to a relationship they know is broken, to a man they can’t even trust anymore. Sirius and Remus know that they desperately need the other, but clearly that’s not reciprocated if their partner betrayed everything and everyone they cared about, but they have almost nothing else.

Honestly, I could probably write an entire apparel on each lyric and how it can apply to the First Wizarding War, but in the interest of not sending in an essay for an ask, I’ll leave it off here

alk;jdf/;oWIAJF?

I almost deleted this by mistake!

But there we have it, one down, a million to go. Professor Evil Anon is a lecturing madman and I might be falling in love a little.

Guh

I'm currently regretting all of my decisions every, especially being born with ears. Or a brain. But it's fine no it's not what have i do i've stabbed a beast

Also, my evilest of anons, are you in my music server? Because if you're not...I think you should be. And look, I won't even react or point it out if you suddenly join. I'll just go about my business, silently screaming and throwing heartbreaking songs at you, but I do those sorts of things to people I like.

#EVIL ANON #what's next? #i'm on the edge of my seat for the next lesson #pencil at the ready #wolfstar brain ticking constantly #let's go #anon asks #ask #answer #lovely anons #but very evil

[moontomes]

Ronnie’s Tales: The House

Dear Diary, These past few weeks were certainly something.

You never expect after going through university to end up cleaning houses but the pay was good and that was all that mattered. I was happy just to find anything that would pay for the bills. My first job was simple enough, emptying an office building for renovations. I worked in a big team, so that we could get jobs done faster and more efficiently. My second job however was to be a week-long ordeal in the countryside.

I came with the first group. Our goal was to clean an old estate that had been uninhabited for a couple of generations. The surviving family members had hired us to clean and prepare it for sale. We had a pile of keys and really no instructions or information on what to do. We were to remove the furniture, clean the rooms and make the outside look presentable.

The car swayed side to side as we drove down the dirt road that led to the mansion. The trees and brush almost left no space for the road, and soon enough we had a flat tire. We should’ve taken the hint, even though the road was too narrow to turn the car back around.

We arrived at noon. After a quick scan of the house, we decided that we were going to start by emptying the furniture. The manor looked as if it was left in a hurry, thick dust covered every surface. Wardrobes, drawers, cabinets were full of objects that had been forgotten to time. A coat still hung on the hook by the door. I let out a sigh of relief when the kitchen duties fell on Keith. For some reason the place still smelled as putrid as if it had been abandoned for only a couple of months. That first afternoon went along smoothly. We had managed to clear out the ground floor, while Jackie and Erich prepared the enormous foyer to be our living quarters.

“I managed to call for the team tomorrow to bring a water tank.” Jackie, our boss, announced during dinner. “I apologise, we weren’t told this place was in such a state. I’ve also asked them to bring a stove. Guess we’ll have to make sandwiches for tonight’s dinner.”

“Can they even make it down the road with the landscaping equipment?” Keith asked. “We barely made it here ourselves. Also, how much landscaping are we supposed to do? I didn’t see any property limits!”

“Uh, we’re all supposed to do landscaping? That wasn’t in my contract.” I interjected.

“Everyone, please calm down.” Jackie sighed. “Believe me I’m as frustrated as you are. I can only hope tomorrow goes a bit better. We’re all going to focus on the house first. The sooner we’re done with the inside the better.”

“So, I have to do landscaping too?” I inquired again. I regretted my words immediately, as everyone stared daggers in my direction. Anna shoved a sandwich on my face to stop me from talking further. I took it and slowly bit the crust as the others spoke.

“We made good progress today. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Anna declared. “What are we going to do with the furniture and stuff?”

“I was instructed we were to burn it.” Jackie replied. “They said we could keep anything we wanted.”

“I’ll be sure to take a termite ridden chair home.” Keith stood up. “I’m going outside for a smoke. Don’t take all the treasures for yourselves.”

“It is a little strange. The place is massive, looks like it was dumped in a rush, but looks like there’s nothing valuable in it.” Erich added. “The paintings are reproductions; the drawers are just full of crap. When was the last time anyone was here?”

“The fifties I believe. The man that talked to me said he had never even been here. Also, we’re here to clean the place, not pillage it.” Jackie snarked. “I doubt they’ll even sell it; this is so remote. But hey, our pay is already assured so that has nothing to do with us.”

As we settled to sleep, the wind outside began to howl. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not even the cold draught that ran freely through the house as if every window was open, woke me from my slumber.

A boy ran upstairs giggling. He was being chased by something that I could not make out. The child touched a wall opening a new path he swiftly ducked into. As the path closed itself, the figure that chased the boy grunted and scratched at the wall. The spectre let out a series of inhuman noises, the child’s laughter didn’t waver for a second. The hidden hallway seemed to bend itself to the boy’s will, he soon appeared behind the figure that frantically crawled at the wall.

I woke up in a sweat. Anna stared at me, clutching her blanket. My body felt as if someone had set me on fire. “Good morning…” I managed to muster.

“ ‘Morning. Are you okay?” Anna reached out her hand to my face. Her cold fingers shook me out of my stupor. “Did you have a bad dream too?”

I looked around, everyone seemed shaken from the night before. Keith sat in his sleeping bag with an unlit cigarette in his mouth staring at the floor. Jackie prepared breakfast clumsily. Erich stood next to the window staring at the sky. Rain poured from the clouds above us. It barely looked like the sun had risen that morning.

“Guess we’re not burning anything after all.” Erich mumbled.

“I’m sure the rain will let up soon. I checked the weather app before we came and it said it was going to be sunny.” Jackie replied. “Anna, could you stop being creepy for two seconds? This place is bad enough on its own.”

Anna covered her head with her blanket. I gently tugged on it and handed her food.

“We can’t do much with this rain though. Should we just clean this floor today since we can’t carry stuff outside?” I asked. “What time are the other guys coming in?”

“That’s… Actually, a good idea. We don’t even have anything to keep entertained. The others are arriving around the time we did yesterday. I wanted to go call them, but with this downpour I really don’t feel like it.” Jackie sighed and chugged down her drink. “Alright everyone, Anna and Alex you can do upstairs. Get some smaller furniture near the door so we just have to put it outside later. Keith, you go do the floors on the rooms on the left, I’ll do the ones on the right. Erich, go finish up the kitchen, I guess we use some rainwater in the meantime.”

The morning went by smoothly. The second floor much like the first had nothing of value. Most of the furniture had fallen victim to the passage of the years, bugs or both.

“Alex.” Anna beckoned. “Look at this.”

“Oh. That’s messed up.” I inspected the inside of a wardrobe door. “This probably was a kid’s room then.”

“There are no toys.” Anna added. “Do you think it’s a foreign language?”

“Might be. But why carve it in a door? It looks so creepy.”

Anna threw the clothes and other contents of the wardrobe to the floor. “Look it’s all over it.”

“Anna, we can’t even move this thing, it's stuck to the wall. Don’t make a bigger mess for us to clean, please.” I begged.

“There’s nothing written on this one.” Anna felt around one of the wardrobe’s drawers. A moment later a *click* sound was followed by part of the wardrobe’s backing giving out. A dark corridor revealed itself before us, making way to a cold draft that almost swept us off our feet. A shout from downstairs startled us, we ran to the banister and looked at the lower floor.

“Lunch is ready!” Jackie announced. “Come downstairs you two. It’s time to rest a bit.”

As we ate lunch Anna told everyone about our upstairs findings. Jackie sighed several times and reminded us that we’re supposed to be working. “This is not Casper’s mansion.” She pouted. We were about to finish eating when the rest of the team finally arrived. We rushed to help them bring the rest of the gear inside and cheered as it seemed like the storm was finally passing.

In the remaining days, our work went pretty smoothly. Even the landscaping crew did quick work of the thicket and brushwood. They even patched the dirt road leading to the estate with some sand and stones they found in a shed. The mornings however, did not come easy for anyone. The newcomers were also cursed with the same gut-wrenching nightmares. If it were not for Jackie’s delicious breakfasts, I don’t think any of us would have the courage to get out of our sleeping bags.

Some saw themselves dying in horrible ways, at the hands of… something. I kept seeing the little boy taunting fate running from something that was clearly desperate to get at him. That day, we were all quite delighted because it would be our last night in the nightmare mansion. It had been raining again, which had made Jackie very displeased that her weather app didn’t work properly. As we celebrated a job well done, a thunderstorm came to announce that our last night was going to be a memorable one.

As we were settling to sleep, we heard a very weird noise outside. A *whoosh* that also seemed to sound like flapping wings, but like, huge wings? Then a crash. And the furniture we had outside to burn tumbling down all over the place. Some of us rushed outside to look, pointing our lanterns in the direction of the furniture.

“Ow…” A voice cried near me.

I helped a person out of the floor. It was a weird one. They had horns in their head and some weird black scales on their face. I fell on my butt when I took a better look at them. The others soon came rushing, helping us both and we all went inside to shelter from the storm once more.

“I’m sorry, who are you? We are a cleaning crew currently finishing our work here on this house.” Jackie inquired the weird person. “How did you get here? Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah… Yes! I only hit my head. I’m fine, I’m sorry. Uhhh I’m Ronnie. Ronnie Moontomes. I bought this place. Sorry, nobody told me that there would be people here. I thought it was empty.”

“Well, we were hired to clean the house before the sale. So, it would look nice for viewings. We also took the liberty of patching the road a bit with some supplies we found. I hope it’s okay. We have quite a big truck and getting it here was a pain.” Jackie said, staring at the person in disbelief. “We weren’t told that the house had already been sold.”

“Ah, the house is what I need. So, I just bought it. It was also surprisingly cheap. That made it very easy to choose from the other houses at the agency.” Ronnie replied. “I’m sorry I scared everyone. I hope everyone has a good night. I’ll sleep upstairs. Please don’t let me disturb you anymore.”

“How did you even get here?” Erich asked, completely baffled. “Also how are you sleeping upstairs? You didn’t bring anything and there’s no furniture.”

“I uh… Walked. I live nearby. So, I know the area well. Also, my coat is very comfortable. Don’t worry. It’s just too stormy to go back home right now.”

In the morning Ronnie watched us from the window while we burned the old furniture. It went a lot more smoothly than I had expected.  The landscaping crew cleared the ashes from the cobblestone and power washed the burn marks from it. By mid-afternoon we were ready to leave the place behind and never look back.

Jackie handed the pile of keys to Ronnie whilst saying goodbye. “Thank you for your hard work, everyone!” Ronnie kept on repeating as we started our engines. They frantically waved their hand while we drove off and I could swear that from the rear-view mirror I could see a ghost next to them.

“Can you guys believe that they asked me for all of our salt? Guess I shouldn’t forget to add that to the shopping list if we get another job like this.” Jackie exhaled.

Honestly, I wouldn’t buy the place. I think something went on down there. But oh well… The house was clean.

#ronnietales #writing #vtuber #vtuberen

[zunopious]

November 22, 2022 - 11:52pm

I just got home from work, and I am starting to get my thoughts into line. I am starting to come to the realization that you really do not love me anymore. 

I talked to my mom today about the whole thing, and she told me that sometimes when you love someone you have to let them go and if they were meant for you that the world will bring us together eventually. She said that she thinks you’ll come back one day. Whether it’d be when in a few months, years, or a lifetime. She told me that we’ll be together again one day. I’ve heard that a lot this week. 

I’ve been really looking back at how I could have been better for you. I was the type of person to say they’ll do something but never did. I did that to you a lot, and on top of that my communication wasn’t the best at all. It doesn’t take a lot of energy to send a message or give a call saying that I won’t be responding as well as I would usually. I didn’t listen to you at all either. I would hear your words and they would fly over my head which I do not understand why. I would kill to listen to you talk about your day or about how that kid is doing. I was also very very.. did i say very? VERY selfish. Which I regret the most. You have my entire heart, I don’t know why I wouldn’t put you before anything; especially my friends. 

I think this was my second chance you were giving me. I wish my head was out of my ass sooner, because man... I had no reason to be upset. I broke up with you. If anything I should have been the one to be trying to get back together the entire time. 

After the talk with my mom about what I should do, I came to the conclusion that I shouldn’t force anything. Yes, I love you so much that it hurts, but if i love you the way i say i do; then I’ll give you the same time you gave me. 

It’s not such a bad thing per say. I was having an anxiety attack alone for the first time in god knows how long, and I learned how to control it. By myself, I also got my motivation to do my schooling quicker so I can get my career started. A switch flicked inside my head the minute you said we couldn’t be anything and that you don’t want to be anything for a very long time, and that is if you change your mind. A giant awakening for me. I realized a lot this week. 

I realized that if I were to get you back right now I wouldn’t have anything to offer you besides my love. There’s so much I would want to give you and I am working harder than ever to reach that goal so I could give them to you. 

Although my plan may fail and I may sieze to ever have another chance with you, I’ll at least have some sort of path set for myself. For that I thank you. 

For everything else, I ask for forgivness. I have caused you a tremendous amount of pain that you never deserved. All you gave me was unconditional love and i took that for granted. I now must suffer my consequence. I am very happy for you mi corazon. 

Te amo ahoy, manana, la semana que viene, los meses, y el tiempo que va pasar. Un dia voy a tener tu mano entre la mia otra ves y te voy a dar lo que no pude pero tambien mas. Te extrano mi amor, con todo mi corazon y alma. 

eres la luna de miel que da una sombra llena de amor sobre mi mundo. 

Buenas noches, Monse. Te amo. 

[shingia]

can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• �� surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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[erwinsvow]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up

#no zeke this time because the zeke fic is thiiiiis close being posted #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #marco bott #marco bott x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #bertholdt hoover #bertholt hoover #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #snk #snk headcanons

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Creep.

Main Masterlist

JJK Masterlist

Yandere! Satoru Gojo x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Implied yandere themes at the end, implied non-con threat, light physical abuse.

Summary: After leaving work early in the morning with an empty stomach, you stop at a gas station for a quick meal but instead get more than you bargained for.

W/C: 1.3k+

You continue to walk through the dark empty streets of the night with a pain in your stomach, reminding you of how your lunch had gone bad, leaving you unable to eat. You could’ve walked to the nearest place where you could buy the closest thing to food, but it would’ve taken over half of your lunch break just to get to the food, not to mention having to wait for it, it would’ve been too late by then and unfortunately, your boss was in a bad mood already- well, they always were.

Putting your faith in the large meal you had before work to pull you through the rest of the day proved to be a wrong choice. You quicken your pace to reach sooner the gas station you’ve come across many times, already feeling relieved as soon as it comes into sight in the distance. After what feels like an eternity, you finally reach the doors, pushing one open for you to pass. “Good morning.” You nonchalantly greet the cashier who gawks at you as soon as your back is to them.

You easily find your way to the ‘quick meals’ section, pick something out and ready it for the microwave. While your food spins in the small space, you take your time to wander through the isles on the left, quickly regretting it due to your growing hunger urging you to buy everything that catches your eye. As you take your last turn, you realize you're alone with the cashier, nothing really coming to your mind until you walk back to the microwave, noticing the disgusting stare they give you.

You stand in a proper position to keep them in your peripherals while staring at the numbers, wishing they would go by faster. Your pleads fall on deaf ears, noticing that even worst, the cashier leaves their spot and approaches you. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Their voice asks. “Nothing.” Your tone gives a clear sign of being uninterested, hoping that they’ll get the hint and leave.

You manage to block out the noise of their voice, feeling worry clouding your mind when you notice how close they’re standing to you. You visibly take a step further from them, once again hoping that they’ll leave you, but they seem to have no problem carrying the one-sided conversation while following your migrating form. Their hand falls on your shoulder for you to push it off only for it to find its way to your lower back instead, now having to shove it away.

“Do not touch me.” You look up at the larger figure. “Oh come on, clearly, I’m-” Their threat gets interrupted with the door opening behind the two of you. You look at the taller man and take notice of his dark purple clothes, nearly black with pure white hair and even more noticeable, the black blindfold covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered, he seems to have no problem walking through the isles and grabbing a few things in his free hand, the other one holding a duffle bag.

“Listen,” The cashier continues the conversation in a hushed voice as soon as the other man is out of sight, squeezing your shoulder painfully. “I’m clearly the bigger one here, so play nice and stick around until this asshole leaves.” They release your shoulder as the microwave dings. You lower your head and glance behind you, seeing a peek of the white hair over the isles. You sprint as quick as you can to the other man with the cashier after you, slowing your rushed pace once you take a turn with the tall man in your sight.

“Oh my god! It’s been so long I wasn’t sure it was you! How have you been?” You try your best to sound convincing and pick up a conversation with the stranger who moves to stand straight to face you, his glance to the cashier behind you being blocked by his blindfold. “… Now I remember you!” He plasters a more than convincing smile on his face as opposed to the neutral expression he had.

“It’s been so long! No wonder you looked familiar!” He gushes with an upbeat attitude while you thank the stars for the man following the lead. “What are you doing here?” You ask with a smile. “Just a quick stop before I head home, I had a long work trip.” He responds while the cashier leaves with an angry expression. “You want me to walk you home?” He gives you a warm smile while you briefly eye his bag, wondering if he really was on a work trip.

“Yeah.” You answer, your facade falling for a split second, still not feeling comfortable with the man but he seemed like a better option, at least on the surface. “How have you been? What are you doing here so early in the morning?” He continues to the conversation, waving a hand over as he passes you, signaling you to follow behind him. “My lunch went bad at work, I didn’t think I’d make it home.” You explain, eyeing his odd form.

You acknowledge his height even more when he’s forced to crouch down to pick up something on the lower shelves. “Oh man, that must’ve sucked.” He tries to console while you eye the way he spreads his legs unnecessarily far apart, making you wonder if it’s a habit. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” You say, taking a few seconds to come up with something else to continue to conversation. “So, why were you on a work trip?” You ask as he stands.

“Oh, you know how the higher ups get on me, it seems I can’t catch a break.” He walks you to the microwave. “I’m just glad I’m seeing my kids again.” He adds after pointing at the microwave, reminding you of your food. “You have kids?” You ask as you take your food out. “I might as well, they’re my students.” He walks with you to the register. You continue to question his answers in your head, gathering that he’s some sort of teacher, now wondering what kind of a teacher goes to work trips?

Maybe he was actually finding it hard to keep up with a facade. “I’ve got three of them, they’ve really been improving.” He sets his items on the counter. “What about you? You got any kids?” He asks. “No, I’m too busy with work anyway.” You see him pay for his items. “When was the last time you took a break?” He comments while you pay for your food. “It’s been a while.” You admit, following him to the exit and giving him a small ‘thank you’ when he opens the door for you, exiting behind you.

“… So, do you mind me asking what you were doing out at two in the morning?” He continues, trying to comfort you with a smile. “… My food went bad at work.” You repeat. “You weren’t lying then, well, neither was I, I just got back from a work trip.” He says, giving you a feeling that he appreciates your honesty. “A work trip as a teacher?” You question after taking a large bite from your food.

“Yeah, it’s a little weird. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to come back, one of my students might as well be my actual kid, I wanted to see him again.” He explains, easing a little your worry. “Now, are you sure you want me to walk you home, or do you want to take it from here?” He asks. “It’s okay, I can take it from here, I don’t want to keep you from your kid. Thank you so much.” You thank. “Are you sure? My kid’s safe at home, but you’re quite exposed out here.” He insists.

“If it’s not too much of a bother,” “Not at all! I’d feel better knowing you’re at home and safe as well.” He assures. “Thank you so much.” You bow. “There’s no need for that.” He follows your lead in the direction you’re walking. “Just please consider changing your shift, I’d hate for you to deal with more people like them.” He suggests to which you agree with a smile, unknowingly creating another creep.

#gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere satoru #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere satoru x reader #yandere satoru gojo x reader #gojo imagines #satoru imagines #satoru gojo imagines #yandere gojo imagines #yandere satoru imagines #yandere satoru gojo imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen imagines #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk imagines

[sukirichi]

earned it [07]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. explicit smut, pool sex, slight angst, i miss naoya :(, mafia business, mentions of blood, lots of drama, mentions of death and murder

note. IDEK ANYMORE. lmao anyways do you guys want faster updates or do you guys want to wait? i can finish the series next week and then we can move on to white lies 😈

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The three of you were seated back at your tables, where the whole dancing fiasco had thankfully ended. Satoru noticed nothing of your behavior – either he was really clueless, or you were a damn good actor – the guy was much too invested with the files Nanami was currently showing.

For a moment, you let yourself loosen as you took a deep breath. The account was much more important than whatever Nanami was scheming.

“I think I may have found where the real money is, or treasure, we should say, since none of us can really figure out what the Zen’ins might be hiding. And from the looks of it, considering Naoya had no idea about what his family kept prior to his death, this is something only his elders wanted to know about,” Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, sliding a photo of an unsuspecting white manor that you hadn’t seen in a long time. “And it’s been right under our nose the whole time.”

“That’s one of our islands,” you replied with a furrowed brow, “Are you saying you traced the source back there? But that’s impossible, we haven’t used that island for years and even Naoya told me he was going to sell it because it was of no use to us. It’s not on commercial waters and there’s no local people around either. That island is in the middle of nowhere.”

“This is exactly why it’s the best place to hide things – because no one would ever suspect this seemingly harmless middle of nowhere could contain their assets.”

Satoru, who’d kept silent the whole time, inched closer to you. His cologne wafting off to you eased you for a moment – purely because it was familiar – and even though you despised saying it, you were thankful he was here. Currently, the blond man posed a bigger threat, the difference being that Nanami actually had leverage against you while you had more control over Satoru.

You sighed. If Naoya was here, things would’ve been so much better. He never lost his composure in figuring things out on his own. But now that he was gone, now that he’d never be coming back, you had be responsible for his sake, but mostly for yours.

“Take a look at this. The nearest land is a small, uncharted city from Brazil’s outskirts. I’ve been illegally transporting weaponry and firearms somewhere near there since our family started the business – it’s the easiest place to sneak in things without getting caught. All you need to do is pay a few fishermen and they’ll easily transport our load from one place to another, no questions asked,” Satoru announced, seemingly deep in thought as he rubbed his chin. “It would make sense if the Zen’in clan elders found this place useful too. It’s basically a hot site for criminals.”

“But we don’t operate this way. The Zen’in elders are too prideful to handle transactions like this. They would’ve chosen a more…discreet yet formal way of handling things.”

“How does an underwater passage sound?” Nanami pushed the other photo aside to reveal a blurry snap of what seemed like a tunnel under the sea. On the surface, it looked just like an abandoned rig, but it stretched too long, the exterior already covered in mold and seaweed. “About 80 years ago, the Zen’in Clan leader at that time was often heavily targeted by their enemies in business that they preferred to travel under the sea. If my theory is correct, right under that island would be another base of some sort that allows the clan leaders move from one country to another while remaining undetected.”

“So that’s how they easily sent their own shit overseas…”

“It would be a very sound conclusion to assume so,” Nanami crossed his arms at Satoru’s musings, “However, that’s all I know. All I can tell you is where I last got the signal for the source – which is about seven years ago, and a few months right after Toji Zen’in was disowned by his family when Naobito took over. It would also be near around the time he met his wife and had his child, which would increase the possibilities that he may have stored something in this island for his son’s future. Again, it could be money, gold – we don’t really know,” he nodded your way, a sense of finality behind those blue eyes that had now looked so menacing when once it brought you comfort – reassurance. “How you get there is all up to you.”

Something didn’t feel right.

“If the elders really wanted to hide this place, they wouldn’t have passed the rights of the island into my inheritance when Naoya died. They surely wouldn’t have wanted me to find out about this.”

“I could think of two things,” Satoru proposed, “It’s either they trust your potential enough as the clan leader to replace Naoya, or they didn’t think you’d care anyway.”

You let his words sink in. The clan elders have never bothered much with you. They were too prideful about “saving face” and “keeping up images” that they couldn’t even let a word of insult slip past their lips under the belief they were above that. But you weren’t stupid; they had never approved of your marriage to Naoya. An outsider like you, suddenly becoming a part of their family when they could’ve had your husband marry a family friend?

They may have kept silent about their dislike to you, but one way or another, they were going to take action for it.

Knowing the Zen’ins, being a Zen’in, you knew there was one thing they hated the most: not being in control.

“Neither,” you finally concluded while mumbling down at your lap. The theory was hazy, incomplete, based only on mere emotions but slowly, you were coming together to piece it. You felt Satoru turn your way, his large hand caressing your knee as if coaxing the words out of you. “It’s neither. Naoya’s elders…they never liked me. It’s been made pretty clear to me that I’m dispensable without my husband, and I will never be a Zen’in in their eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me to give up all my inheritance from Naoya because I’m not related to them by blood.”

The silence in the table stretched.

No matter how grandiose the hotel restaurant may be, you felt suffocated in that seat. How didn’t you realize it sooner? You were in a land that stretched past your territory, with both men accompanying you people you couldn’t wholeheartedly trust, while your husband rotted away back at home – probably covered in dust and not even given a proper burial like he deserved.

There was only one way out of this, to put an end to everything. It would prove to be a daunting task, but you didn’t have a choice. No, in fact, this was your only choice if you wanted to survive.

Satoru’s voice softened upon seeing the grimness of how you turned mum. “I’ll follow you wherever you go. I promise to help you in finding out whatever is in there,” he met your eyes; yours filled with contempt, with fear, with desperation, and his filled with regret. “It’s the least I could do…after everything I’ve done to you.”

You took a deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. There was no way you could trust him with his empty promises. He’d shown enough times that he wasn’t a man of his word, and you’d be a fool to fall for it again. However, Nanami’s glance was curious and suspecting, hiding his true colors with an innocent gesture of sipping his wine. He may seem unbothered and only here to ‘help’, but this man was cunning, possibly more so than Naoya could ever be, and one wrong move would be similar to stepping on a land mine.

Satoru received no response from you, and soon the three of you were standing outside the hotel’s lobby to escort Nanami back where he came from. The dinner was tense, so much so that you’d unknowingly been clutching Satoru’s bicep the whole time.

He tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to life as he gestured to his phone. “Sorry, it’s Geto.”

“Oh,” you muttered and stepped away from him, feeling your heart sink in your chest as you watched him retreat behind the glass doors. Beside you, Nanami snickered.

“Made up your mind, agent?” he taunted, “This is your final chance to prove yourself. Gather enough intel for us to intrude whatever that mighty clan is hiding underneath that island, surrender Gojo to us, and we’ll give you everything as promised.”

You faced him with fiery eyes, prepared for whatever he’d throw your way when he showed you that cursed red coin again. Realizing its power, the true meaning it held, you immediately shut your lips. It must’ve satisfied to know he was the one in charge here, and how could he not be when your life was literally at the palm of his hands, your days growing more numbered if you didn’t follow everything he asked for?

If you had just…if you had just done everything the Organization had asked you for, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have felt this torn.

Nanami flipped the coin before tucking it into his pocket, sending one last salute your way. He hailed a cab and disappeared afterwards, leaving you alone to ponder over the consequences of your actions, your emotions. For the first time in his life, Naoya had lied to you.

He wasn’t correct when he said you were strong.

Because after all this time, you still held onto something that you should’ve let go of a long time ago, and you had nothing but your weak, sensitive, hopeless heart to blame for. Said hurdle appeared not long afterwards, his touch warm on your shoulder as he gazed at the empty spot beside you.

“Oh, Nanami left,” he noted, turning your shoulders to him until you were completely exposed. There was no more hiding from him, or more like you didn’t have enough energy to. You felt dull, tiredness lining your eyes and lips pressed into a flat line. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Ten days. That was how much you’ve wasted your time here in Milan, and you weren’t even remotely close to figuring things out. Your resources were much more limited the farther you were from the Zen’in Estate, and your lawyer was a family one, meaning they held more loyalty to the actual Zen’ins instead of law-affiliated people like you were.

Simply put, you were all alone to solve this by yourself.

Satoru promised to help, but he kept disappearing in the morning along with Geto. You never asked where they went or what they did; it simply didn’t matter anymore.

You would only spend hours locked in your room as you researched everything you could on your private island near Brazil. Just like Satoru said, it seemed like the perfect place to hide things for the spot seemed remote enough to offer privacy for the family’s getaway. You could somewhat recall Naoya proposing once to take you there for your honeymoon, but business got in the way, and it wasn’t like you truly trusted him then to spend such an intimate with him that you said no.

Sighing, you put all the papers away. Not even a single clue led you to what could be possibly be there, but there was an underwater passage. The fact the Zen’ins was capable of building that made you wonder just what the extent of their powers and influence stretched to, and you contemplated for a bit if you could hold that same ability now that you had his name.

Whatever was there, you would look for it.

Your mission was clear – the success of it would determine the fate of your life. Find out what they’re hiding, surrender Satoru Gojo to the Organization, and then everything would be over.

It sounded simple, yet your heart knew it wasn’t. Naoya died with the confidence of his trust over you, the trust you worked so hard to earn. But wasn’t that point? You needed him to trust you for you to be able to pull this mission off, but things happened, emotions and conscience got in the way, and you banged your knuckles on the table until your ring throbbed on your finger.

You just wanted it all to end. You never meant to hurt Naoya, never meant to betray anyone, but it fucking pissed you off that Naoya wasn’t the real problem. He wasn’t the one holding you back.

With not much thought to your next actions, you slipped past the guards and into the pool that had long been closed since 10PM. Being at your room’s tub reminded you of memories you’d rather forget, and you slowly undid your robe and stepped out of your underwear before dipping in the cold, freezing water.

It felt good. It may have been temporary, but the numbing bite of the water helped you feel more placated. Even for a little while, it was nice to not worry about anything. There were no titles, no mafia drama, no anything, just you and the water that you would’ve easily fooled yourself to be simply enjoying your little trip in Milan until –

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had me worried sick,” You sighed. Of course. Opening your eyes, you raised a brow as Satoru towered over you, a standard hotel towel in his arms. He’d change out of his suit and into cotton shorts and a shirt this time around, possibly on his way to sleep when he realized the room was empty. With no energy to deal with him, you swam away from the man, earning a groan in response. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since Nanami came. Listen, if this is about that island, you don’t have to worry too much about anything. I have enough people and resources to help you in every step of the way.”

You ignored him. After everything that happened, what was there to talk about anymore? Even if you told him everything, he might not understand.

So you swam in the middle of the pool, thankful that it was dark enough from the maintenance shutting the lights off that Satoru struggled to find you. However, you’d underestimated him because soon you heard the splashing of the water, and you were harshly tugged by the wrist before Satoru cornered you at the edge of the pool.

He was breathing hard; both of you were, and tried to push past his chest, only to be met with a solid plane of muscle that wouldn’t budge. You sighed and turned away from him, covering your exposed chest with your arms.

“Whatever Naoya is looking for…you’ll find it, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious,” the scorn in his tone had been so biting you turned back to him, about to hit him with something, scold him for something, but your words died down in your throat before you even had the chance to.

Satoru hadn’t been demanding. His face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his azure eyes twinkle like stardust exploding. Once in your life, you found so much comfort into staring at such beauty, but that was when everything was still a perfect lie. Funny how the truth ruined everything for its darkness, and you could only look back at him weakly, throat running dry from all the emotions that threatened to pour out of you.

Regret and desperation was written all over his face.

“Please,” he rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed as he mumbled, “You’re not alone in this. I don’t want to ask for much because I know I don’t deserve it, but please at least understand you don’t have to solve everything on your own. You’re not…you’re not alone. I’m here now.”

“When you left me,” your voice cracked, “It’s because you thought I wouldn’t love you anymore if I found out your true nature,” Satoru opened his eyes, anxiety swimming in those eyes that had once been so sweet. Perhaps he still held that sweetness now, albeit it was less tender and more cautious as he waited for you to continue. “If I told you about every sin I’ve committed, the name of each person I killed and everything I’ve done, would you stay with me? Or would you leave me again, only this time it’s because you think I’m no longer someone you could love?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” was all you said before you felt a tear prick the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see, god, you wanted to disappear in that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. Crashing your lips to his, you brought him down by the back of his neck to hide the tears freely falling from your face.

He froze for a split second before he eagerly pushed back, clenching the pool edges with his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. You were panting, moaning in his mouth as he pressed you harder against the edge, skin to skin, breath to breath, soul to soul.

Threading your hands to his hair, you grinded down on his shorts where he was already beginning to grow hard. Satoru groaned inside your mouth from your teasing but made no move to stop to – after all, why would he want to stop? It had been years, seven fucking years, and even you wouldn’t want to stop. It was wrong, it was dirty, it was immoral – but you needed this. You needed this more than ever.

Satoru’s hands tickled your waist as he squeezed them harsher than he intended, his calloused fingers travelling until he was kneading your breasts. You pulled away from him, head thrown back to rest on the edge.

And it was romantic.

The moon had never been so big, sprinkles of star shining in the vast darkness, the scene just perfect for two lovers in a getaway from the harshness of life. You knew it wasn’t real and the spell would break sooner than later, but did it matter? He rolled your beaded nipples into his fingers before he ducked down, lips suctioned to suck heavy bruises on the sensitive patch of skin on your neck that had you twitching in his hold.

Along with your moans, you cried harder. From heartbreak, from regret, from guilt; there was no turning back from this.

“Satoru, please, please, please. Make me feel better, make me feel good, I just want to forget everything.”

He nodded eagerly against your neck, letting your eager hands help him push his shorts down before his cock sprang free. His length grazed your lower abdomen for a moment, though he didn’t waste any time in entering your hole. You gritted your teeth at the intrusion, nails dug so hard in his shoulders that he bled.

The both of you had your foreheads connected, noses brushing and breaths mixing as you moaned and he sighed, eyes shut tight from finally being engulfed in your warmth.

“Right there, ‘Toru, oh fuck.”

“F-fuck,” he hitched one of your legs to wrap around his waist, “You’re still so tight after all this time,” Satoru praised, molding his lips with yours once again. He picked up his pace and watched as you desperately clung from one surface to another – his shoulders, his hair, the edge of the pool, flailing your arms each time his deep thrusts knocked the wind out of you – breasts bouncing as he bounced you on his cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful – my sweet, sweet angel. I missed you, missed you so fucking much.”

You didn’t say anything. No words were needed to be exchanged; actions spoke louder than words. At least right now, you could promise you wouldn’t lie.

Pulling him down for another kiss, you bit down on his bottom lip to muffle your moans, too speechless at each movement of his dick grazing past your walls. Fuck, he still felt so good, still knew your body way too well and your pussy hugged him so tight like you didn’t ever want to let go.

But you knew you had to, even as he came inside you and brought you back to your room, uncaring of the dripping mess you’ve both made before he locked the door.

You forgot how many hours you spent underneath him writhing in his bed. He took you each way he wanted – knees folded beside your head, on your side where he whispered all the filthy things he’d been wanting to do to you while he took you from behind, or your head squished on the pillow as he repeatedly smacked your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart to praise you on how you took him so well. Satoru didn’t stop; you knew what you were getting into the moment you pulled him into you, that his sex drive was insane and he’d take long to tire himself out.

By the time the first shy fingertips of the sunlight extending across the horizon arrived, you were emptily staring at the window, Satoru fast asleep beside you.

It was time.

Silently, you pulled his arm away from you and quickly got dressed. He seemed to still be deep in slumber, and you carried the only bag previously packed with everything you might need. You were on the process of wearing your stilettos when he stirred awake, sleepily eyeing you from the bed you both devoted yourselves to in pleasuring one another.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” you answered, tight-lipped. “From you.”

“Why?”

“Because…I lied,” you inhaled sharply, gloved hands frozen on the golden knobs.

Just open it, you screamed at yourself, walk away before it’s too late.

But you couldn’t move, pathetic that even after everything Naoya had worked so hard for, you still remained a slave to your past.

“No matter how much I hate everything you’ve done to me, I can’t bring myself to forget I once loved you. Maybe I still do – I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not as strong as I thought I was,” you cried, losing grip on the bag before it fell. You watched emptily as all the contents poured out – your money, your clothes, your phone, your ring – it all served as a reminder of who you were, of who you’d forgotten to be, of who you were supposed to be.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I don’t have enough strength to kill you.”

“Hey, angel,” he cooed, reaching you in three long strides before he caged you in his arms. Satoru was so warm, so strong, and the safety he provided you with only made you cry harder. You wanted to hate him, wanted to keep lying yourself since you’d been doing a great job at doing that for the past seven years, but it wasn’t that easy. Deep down…you still harbored the most miniscule affection, and that enough was capable of destroying you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you whispered brokenly as you banged a weak fist to his chest, “Everything is wrong.”

Finavice Pharmaceuticals didn’t disappoint.

You were beyond impressed the moment you stepped through the door, a horde of eager chemists guiding you through the upper floors. Finavice was one of the biggest – if not the biggest – companies that were known for harboring the rarest or hard to get elements that not even you and Naoya could get your hands on.

Not by yourselves, anyway, so you took it upon yourself to strike a sponsorship to their research program in developing a cure to cancer under the guise of being an advocate to the improvement of the medical field.

Truthfully, you just wanted to please Naoya, show him you were useful and that he didn’t need to kill you. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and there you were, your prettiest smile plastered on as you scanned the towering buildings with unmasked interest.

“Here is the laboratory for the Finavice Pharmaceuticals where we test…”

“Mrs. Zen’in?”

The entire team stopped as a tall man, cloaked in a beige suit instead of a lab coat appearhed out of nowhere. Judging by how everyone had ducked their heads down and turned silent, you could only guess he must be the boss. Flashing your most charming smile, you hitched your bag higher up your arm. “Yes?”

“May I have a word with you?”

You fought the urge to sigh. His question was spoken much more of a statement that you weren’t really given a room to decline, and the young chemists gazed at you curiously under their lashes.

Not wanting to create a commotion that would lead into unwanted attention, you nodded, following the man through a set of double doors, guarded by two heavily armed men from the outside.

The man, who was Kento Nanami, the founder of Finavice himself leaned back into his seat as he made himself comfortable. “So you signed a contract with us two weeks ago to partner on our latest medicine, am I right? I’ve read over your proposals and I must say, they are rather interesting and innovative. I didn’t expect that a businessman’s wife would be a chemist who is interested in expanding to the pharmaceuticals as well. The Zen’ins has never been much invested in that.”

Gladly accepting the tea he’d slid your way, you made sure to clink the teaspoon against the porcelain as you played along. “People change, Mr. Kento. My husband and I’s goals are rather different from their former, traditional ones. Surely, steel exchange couldn’t support us for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t say no to that. Kudos to you and your husband for your rather…ambitious shared goals then.”

Your hand froze on the utensil, and you narrowed your eyes at him in warning. “Are you implying we should not have trusted you with this, Mr. Kento?”

“No, I am merely letting you know that your act won’t fool me,” he chuckled, leaning forwards to rest his chin on his clasped knuckles, his blue eyes growing dark and serious. “I know what you and your husband’s family does. The Organization knows a lot more about your actions than you think you know we do. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re only here because we’re the only company who has access to an element you need for your drug, isn’t that the case, Mrs. Zen’in?”

Well…this was certainly unexpected. You’ve been effortlessly deceiving countless businessmen, government leaders and officials even, that this took you by your surprise. Two could play at this game.

Even if he saw through you long ago, it wouldn’t take much to grab his letter opener that was right beside you and puncture it through a jugular vein. If his guards came, you could easily take them down too. Today was one of those few moments you were thankful for Naoya’s hellish training.

But you didn’t want him to feel satisfied, so you leaned back into your seat and crossed your leg over the other.

“If you knew this whole time, why didn’t you kill me already? A lot of people wouldn’t miss the chance to do so.”

Nanami chuckled. “It’s because like you, I’m not just a pioneer. I, too, have my goals and loyalty laid out for someone else. Most specifically, the Organization, an international collaborative effort of stopping and reducing mafia movement for the safety of our people. Obviously, I’ve been assigned in the Yakuza Division, and it’s no coincidence I read through your file. You are, after all, one of our precious targets.”

You stared at him boredly. Why couldn’t he just get straight to the point?

“Is this a threat? I’m not sure it’s working.”

“Oh, no, I’m not threatening you,” he snatched your tea and took a long sip from it, and it was the first time you learned of his habit of concealing his curious gaze through drinking; a perfect act to seem inconspicuous.

“I am offering you a path to redemption. You may fool everyone, but I know an unhappy woman when I see one, Mrs. Zen’in, and I can tell you find no pleasure in the life you live – running errands for your criminal husband, constantly fearing for your life, wishing you’d just been a regular person like everyone else…” At the lack of response, he took it a gesture for him to continue, and he set the cup down, pushing his glasses right back up his nose. “The Organization has labeled you a target, but I think you’re more of a victim caught in a series of unfortunate events. I merely wish to save you from it.”

You guffawed in laughter at his last statement.

“You men really are ridiculous!” you slapped your palm on his table, losing every bit of that elegant composure to be perfected by a Zen’in wife. “Always preaching about saving me and protecting me – what actually are you pathetic losers even capable of?”

Much to your dismay, Nanami didn’t seem the least bit affected by your mockery.

“Please, don’t group me in with your husband and your former lover. Unlike them, I harbor no interest in you as a woman, I only want to fulfill my duty as an Agent and save you not because you’re a damsel in distress, but rather because…I could kill two birds with one stone,” his eyes shone in mischief, and you swallowed in discomfort as he gazed you up and down.

You’ve had enough experience with being seen as a meal, but this was different. Nanami was viewing you like you were a secret weapon he intended on using as much as he could to achieve his goals.

“You are a very convenient woman, Mrs. Zen’in. Similar to how your husband adores your abilities, I would like to take advantage of your connections. The only difference between me and them is that I can actually give you something money can’t even buy.”

“Such as?”

“A second chance at a normal life.”

“What makes you think I’ll accept your offer? I’m the wife of a mafia leader – my loyalty resides in him.”

“Only because you fear for your life,” he flashed you a red coin, crescents of a Latin quote scripted inside. Mori quam foedari – death before dishonor.

“Join the Organization, Y/N. With your connections, we could easily take down these families and protect the country. Hand over Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zen’in to us, and I promise the Organization will do everything in its power to give you the life you always wanted. A safe, normal one. No more worrying about being killed as you ride your car, no more beating yourself up as you make drugs to promise your usefulness to your husband and no more pretending you are someone who you’re not,” he flipped the coin between his fingers, and tantalized, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. “Don’t you want that? You’d be able to live freely if you cooperate with us.”

You could hear the gears in your head turning. Part of you would’ve assumed this was a trap had you not known better, but Naoya taught you that if something was a trap, it would sound too easy, too good.

None of this was easy. It would require facing a demon from your past and handling things differently than what Naoya had planned, but that wasn’t the worst.

It was the fact that if you accepted, you’d have to come home tonight and lie in the face of your husband who could easily read through you. He smelled lies and treachery before you could realize you were even thinking of doing something, and knowing Naoya, he wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes the instant he felt something was off.

But his offer… it was a risk you had to take. You wouldn’t ever get an opportunity like this again.

“Do you promise…that I’ll really go back to normal after this? That I won’t be involved in this mess anymore?”

“I can only promise that if you also promise to do your part. You see, I strongly believe you are the one that can put an end to this all. All you have to do is join us, and soon it’ll feel like this nightmare never happened at all. You’ll be free from Naoya Zen’in and Gojo Satoru before you realize it.”

You stared at his coin harder. Death before dishonor. This Organization he was a part of obviously didn’t fuck around, and it seemed scarier because they had their eyes on you for a while now. What were the odds they offered a deal instead of outright killing you, even going as far as to provide you a second chance at life, one that you genuinely wanted to enjoy? It would be a shame to say no, and even if the chances of this turning out well were low, you would damn well take it. A small chance was better than nothing.

“What do I have to do?”

Nanami grinned and pocketed his coin. “A very wise decision, Mrs. Zen’in,” he congratulated, “Please, meet me at my office tomorrow, eight on the dot. Oh, and remember, the Organization will now be watching you wherever you go. You’re one of us now.”

The next day, Nanami had cut your palm.

He spilled your blood into an empty metal casing with engraved letters, mori quam foedari, the phrase both comforting and ominous. Soon, you came home with your blood solidified into a coin to prove your membership and loyalty, that they quite owned you in more ways than one. Your blood meant your loyalty, and the coin felt heavy in your pocket with the implication it was also your blood they wouldn’t hesitate to spill should you betray them.

Mori quam foedari.

Death before dishonor.

Your life over Naoya’s, your future over Gojo’s.

The next few days had been tense. After telling Satoru everything down from the smallest detail, things had shifted between you. Quite frankly, you expected that maybe he’d kill you right then and there after explicitly stating that just because you couldn’t kill him, didn’t mean you wouldn’t turn him in.

“Angel,” he begged, “Will you never really give me the chance to do everything right this time around?”

However, you were too firm on your plans. You originally wanted to leave and go to the island yourself; it was easier to leave Satoru open and vulnerable for the Organization to attack him in your absence. He loved you, that was much clear, and if he looked for you, he’d make himself vulnerable to the Organization, but recent plans had to be altered now that he wasn’t willing to let go of you. Though no matter what he said, you valued your life and future more than you could ever love him.

It was an act of kindness to yourself.

“I don’t want this life anymore, Satoru. Either way, I don’t have a choice, not when I could die literally anytime before I could even say goodbye.”

It had been hours since ‘that’ talk and now you were on a plane back to Tokyo. You had to pull out some archives from Naoya’s files to know more about the island before you could visit it, and it was important for Satoru to know details such as security measures over there.

You’d long fallen asleep from exhaustion, bundled up in a fleece blanket while Geto glared at you.

“Are you sure about this, Sir? I think we should just keep her with us even if she doesn’t want to. The Gojo clan is powerful enough that no one would dare cross us. Not even this Organization she speaks of has ever done anything to us. Without her, they stand no chance against us,” he sat in front his boss and kept sending wary glances your way. “Letting her go like you did before wasn’t a good idea. She knows too much about everyone to live normally now. Do you really believe the Organization will protect her?”

“Knowing the strings the government could pull – and add on to the fact Nanami Kento, one of the richest men in this country works for them that it’s safe to assume each figure in them is a powerhouse – I don’t doubt their promise one bit.”

“But you’ll go to jail if you let her surrender you. Or worse, they’ll destroy the clan from the bottom up.”

“I know that, Geto.”

Geto groaned, brushing his hands through his hair from how indifferent his boss was being, drinking champagne as if he wasn’t willingly walking into his own death. “Then why aren’t you thinking more clearly about this? I understand you love her and you want to make it up to her, but we can’t let her do whatever she pleases! In order to keep herself safe, she’s going to sacrifice you! She’s dangerous, Sir, she’s been lying to her husband the whole time and who’s to say she isn’t capable of doing something worse to a stranger like you?”

“I told you already, Geto,” Satoru swirled the pink liquid in his flute, his face empty and unreadable. “I know.”

“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t agree with your decision. The clan would fall without you and you don’t have siblings or an heir. No one is powerful to hold the clan together aside from you so if you leave – there’s no more hope for us,” he sighed when Satoru didn’t budge. “I at least want you to reconsider your actions. She’s just a woman, Sir. It’s either we kill her or we imprison her. You let her go before because you believed she would be your downfall, and quite frankly, it’s happening all over again.”

Satoru gazed out the window, bringing the flute to his lips with a dark glint in his eye that Geto recognized meant trouble, or worse, an actual solution to this hellish situation.

“Which is why we’re going to pay an old friend a visit, Geto. There’s only one person who could turn the tables around.”

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No Returns or Exchanges - Fred Weasley

Title: No Returns or Exchanges Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N get to start their happily ever after A/N: this is for @mrs-fredweasley​. I usually do my requests in the order I receive them, but she asked for some fluff with Fred and the reader getting married and having kids for her birthday, and since she’s my birthday twin I couldn’t resist! Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!

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“There you are, Mrs. Weasley,” Fred greets as he sneaks up behind Y/N and wraps his arms around her waist.

“I’m not Mrs. Weasley quite yet, Freddie,” Y/N teases as she turns around in his embrace. Her arms wind around Fred’s neck and she pulls him in for a brief kiss. “You’re about twelve hours too early.”

Fred starts to slowly sway them back and forth, humming quietly to the music drifting through the air from the large tent behind them. Fred and Y/N aren’t getting married until tomorrow, but Ginny, Y/N’s maid of honor, insisted on mixing some muggle wedding traditions in alongside the regular wizard ones. Tonight, had been what Ginny referred to as the rehearsal dinner, where the wedding party and their close family went through the ceremony that will take place tomorrow, before having a mini celebration together.

“Do I really have to go home without you?” Fred pouts. Another muggle tradition Ginny insisted on was that Y/N and Fred would not be allowed to see each other until Y/N was heading down the aisle towards him.

Y/N giggles and kisses Fred’s pout away. “I think it’ll be romantic. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, isn’t that what they say?” Y/N rolls her eyes playfully when Fred frowns at her. “Oh, come on, Freddie. It’s only one night apart.”

“When’s the last time we spent more than 1 hour apart outside of work?” Fred ask, looking down at Y/N expectantly. When she doesn’t answer he smiles. “Exactly. One night is going to feel like an eternity.”

“Okay so maybe it’ll be a bit hard,” Y/N concedes. “But after tomorrow we’ll get to spend every day for the rest of eternity together, that’s gotta be worth it, isn’t it? And have you forgotten that we’ll be spending the next two weeks completely alone together in a cabin in the woods.”

“How can I forget about that?” Fred muses. “Just me, you, and as little clothing as possible for two weeks straight. That’s the only kind of honeymoon I want.” Most of their friends and family were surprised that Fred and Y/N didn’t want to go on some adventurous honeymoon but wanted to just relax together in some secluded forest. But for them that seemed like the only option. It’s only been 13 months since the war ended, and after Fred’s near-death experience he and Y/N decided to take life slow for a bit.

“So that’s why you wanted to go somewhere secluded,” Y/N says, realization washing over her.

Fred laughs. “I may have had ulterior motives when I convinced you to book the cabin in the woods over the beach house.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly. “You’re a bit of a menace, you know that?”

“Yeah but I’m your menace. And you’re way past the return or exchange date so you’re stuck with me,” he jokes, leaning down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.

“Oi, lover boy!” George calls from behind them. Y/N and Fred break apart so they can look at him. “Ginny says it’s time to go, and she’s already wacked me over the head once so get your arse over here before she does it again.”

“See you tomorrow?” Fred asks as he leans down to kiss Y/N briefly.

“Meet you at the altar,” she confirms with a smile.

-

“You sure you wanna marry my brother?” Ginny teases as they get ready to walk down the aisle. “Because I could cause a distraction if you wanna slip out the front door and run away.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs the bouquet Ginny hands her.  “Ha, ha. Very funny, Gin.”

Ginny beams at her before taking her place in line. Y/N takes a deep breath as the music starts, silently regretting that she chose to not have her dad walk her down the aisle. A few months ago, she had bashed the archaic notion of someone giving her away to Fred as if she were a piece of property, but as nerves start to bubble in her stomach she wishes she had someone by her side to calm her down. Everyone in front of her starts to slowly head towards the alter, and she fixes her dress one last time before she follows behind Ginny.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Fred whispers as she takes his hands at the altar. There are tears in his eyes, and a few leak down his cheeks. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Y/N blushes, trying to blink away her own tears as to not ruin her makeup. “You clean up quite nice as well, Freddie.”

Fred smiles down at her, maintaining eye contact as the official from the ministry starts the ceremony. Fred squeezes Y/N’s hands tightly as he talks, only half paying attention to what he’s saying. His thoughts are completely consumed with Y/N and how breathtakingly beautiful she is. The dress she picked out compliments all of her best features, and the veil cascading down her shoulders makes her look like a goddess. Fred has imagined this day over a dozen times since he proposed last year, but everything he thought of pales in comparison to how beautiful Y/N looks right now.

“Can I have the rings?” the officiant asks, pulling Fred’s thoughts fully to the ceremony. George digs around in his pocket for a moment before handing the delicate silver rings to the man. He hands the smaller one to Fred. “Now it’s my understanding that the bride and groom have prepared their own vows?” When Fred and Y/N nod, he smiles and motions for Fred to start.

“Y/N, I’ve been enamored with you since I was 11 years old, when you made your cauldron blow up and covered Snape head to toe in the worst smelling goo I’ve ever encountered – and that’s saying something,” Fred pauses as everyone chuckles, and he starts to slide the ring down Y/N’s finger. “When you agreed to accompany me to Hogsmeade during third year I felt like the luckiest guy in the world and I still do. I was so nervous, I had no idea how I managed to convince the pretties girl in school to go out with me, and all these years later I have no idea how I convinced you to marry me. But like I said last night, there’s no returns or exchanges you’re stuck with me for good now.”

Fred slides the ring down Y/N’s finger until it meets her engagement ring. “You’ve stuck by me through every risk I’ve taken and every dumb idea that’s popped into my mind. You were one of the first people to support my dream of opening the joke shop with George, and you were there to support me every step of the way. Every late-night George and I had planning things out or developing products you were right there with me, usually you were asleep, but it was still nice to have you there. You were always the first person to volunteer to test out a product and you were always there for me to vent to when something didn’t work out. You pushed me to leave school early with George, and once you moved in with us you were always there to snuggle with me after a long day.”

Fred takes a deep breath and brings one of his hands up to wipe away the tears Y/N has started to shed. “You gave up so much of your life to be there for me after I was crushed by that wall. No matter how hard I tried to get you to go back to work or just leave the house in general. You’ve always shown me unconditional love and support, and that’s what I’m promising to show you for the rest of our lives. No matter how crazy or hard or scary life gets, I’ll be there by your side, loving you and helping you through it.”

By the time the officiant is pronouncing them husband and wife, both Fred and Y/N are openly crying, but as they share their first kiss as husband and wife, neither of them really cares.

-

“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Fred greets with a smile as Y/N pushes the door to his office open. He pushes away from his desk slightly and pats his lap.

“Me too, I hate throwing up,” Y/N responds, taking a seat on Fred’s lap. She settles in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “How’s work going today, husband?” she asks with a giggle. They’ve been married for just over two months, and it still gives Y/N butterflies every time she refers to Fred as her husband.

Fred rolls his eyes and grabs Y/N’s face so he can press a kiss to her lips. “It’s been quite busy today wife. The restock of the new whizbang line already sold out.” Fred settles his hands on Y/N’s hips and kisses her again. “What about you? What have you been getting up to on your day off?”

“I had breakfast with Ginny and Hermione. Did some shopping,” she says casually pointing towards the bags she dropped near the door. “Nothing too crazy or exciting.”

Fred’s eyes light up at the sight of the bags. “Shopping, hm? Did you happen to pick up a present for your lovely, adorable, adoring husband while you were out?” he asks hopefully.

“Maybe,” Y/N muses with a wink. “You’ll have to wait until after work to find out.” Y/N giggles as Fred frowns and she kisses him one last time before standing up.

“You’re such a tease,” he scolds as Y/N gathers the bags in her hand.

“I know.” She waves at Fred and blows him a kiss before heading back into the joke shop and upstairs to their flat. They’re still living with George for the time being as they save up for a house, and as Y/N places her shopping bags on the bed she starts to wonder if they’ll have to start looking for one sooner rather than later.

Y/N sticks her hand in one of the bags and fumbles around a bit, humming as her hands closes around a rectangular cardboard box. Her hand shakes slightly as she pulls the pregnancy test out and starts to familiarize herself with the instructions. While her and Fred have already come to the conclusion that they both want a house full of children someday, she never imagined that they may be starting their family so soon after their wedding.

“Now or never,” Y/N mutters to herself as she heads towards the bathroom. Y/N thought they had been careful while on their honeymoon, she knows there were a few times they had forgotten to use the contraceptive charm in the heat of the moment, but she figured it would be okay. However, when her period never came she began to suspect that they weren’t in fact okay, and the random nausea spells she’s been having for the past week seemed to only solidify that fact.

After she’s closed and locked the door behind her, Y/N does what she needs to do and sets the pregnancy test on the counter face down. “Who knew three minutes could feel like a lifetime?” she asks to no one as she watches the time go by on her watch. When the three minutes is finally up Y/N’s hand starts to shake again as she reaches for the stick. She shuts her eyes tightly as she flips it over, and after a few deep breaths she finally takes a peek.

Pregnant.

Y/N starts to cry as a whirlwind of emotions flow through her. On one hand she’s so overwhelmingly happy, being a mother is something she’s always wanted and to be doing it with Fred makes her heart burst with joy. But she can’t help but also feel an intense bout of worry flowing through her. She and Fred are only 21, and they haven’t even been married six months yet. Y/N knows that Fred wants to be a dad, but she can’t help but worry that he’ll think this is a bad thing and that it’s far too soon for them to become parents.

“Hey, love. You left one of your bags downstairs,” Fred calls out as he walks through the door.

Y/N furiously wipes away her tears and sticks the pregnancy test in the back pocket of her jeans. She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door, jumping slightly when she sees Fred. “You scared me, Freddie. I didn’t hear you come down the hall.”

Fred frowns at her. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” When Y/N nods he gives her a look. “Were you throwing up again? You’re all pale, love. Are you sure we shouldn’t go see a muggle doctor or a healer or something?”

“I’m fine, love,” Y/N reassures, pushing past Fred. She starts to head down the hall when she feels Fred’s hand brush her ass. “What are you- oh,” she gasps, turning around to face Fred. He’s staring down at the pregnancy test in his hands. “Fred,” Y/N starts, not really sure what to say.

“Is this what I think it is?” Fred murmurs, looking up at Y/N. He grips the test in his hand tightly, tears starting to form in his eyes. “You’re pregnant?”

Y/N nods slowly as she bites her lip. “Yeah, I am.” Fred falls to his knees and brings Y/N close to him, shoving her shirt up a little. He starts to pepper kisses all over her warm skin, laughing as Y/N starts to giggle and squirm. “Fred! Fred stop that tickles!”

Fred presses one final kiss to her stomach before he stands up and kisses Y/N passionately. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.” Fred lets go of Y/N and starts to head towards the door. “I have to go tell George.”

“Freddie, wait,” Y/N calls with a laugh, chasing after him. She closes her hand around his wrist and pulls him back towards her. “You’re not mad? Or upset?”

Fred gives Y/N a look like she’s crazy. “Upset? Mad? Why would I be any of those things? You know I want to be a dad, love. We’ve talked about this before.”

“I dunno,” Y/N shrugs. “We’re young and we haven’t been married for that long. I just thought you wouldn’t think it’s the right time.”

Fred sighs and comes back towards Y/N, wrapping her up in a hug. “Love I don’t care about any of that. So, what we’ve only been married for two months? We’ve been as good as married since we were 18 when you first moved in here.” Fred presses a kiss to her forehead and smiles down at her. “Besides if we’re gonna have enough kids to fill a quidditch team we need to have them young, I can’t be an old man teaching my kids how to fly,” he jokes with a laugh.

“A whole quidditch team?” Y/N asks. When Fred gives her a wink Y/N rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you Fred Weasley.”

-

“Fred what are you doing?” Y/N murmurs around a yawn. She started to wake up after a warm heavy weight rested on her stomach, and when she finally opened her eyes she saw Fred half hanging off the bed as he laid on his front. He’d pushed her shirt up and his head is hovering over the swell of her stomach while his hand strokes it lightly.

“Talking to the baby,” he responds, as if the answer is obvious.

Y/N shifts so she’s laying on her elbows so that she can look down at him properly. “At 2 am?”

Fred nods, pressing a light kiss to her skin. “I couldn’t sleep. And I read in that muggle book Hermione gave us last week that the baby can hear things now, so I figured I’d try it out.”

Y/N chuckles brings a hand up to rub her stomach. “Well I think the baby likes the sound of your voice, they’ve been moving like crazy.” Early last week Y/N had started to feel the baby move around inside of her. The first time it happened it scared the shit out of her, but now she’s started to miss it when the baby is still.

“Really?” Fred asks, his eyes lighting up. The movements Y/N has been feeling are still far too light for Fred to feel from the outside, but every night he spends hours rubbing her bump to try and feel something.

“Yeah, really. My ribs have become a punching bag.” Y/N smiles as the baby lands a few kicks to her stomach. “Here, gimme your hand.

Fred gives Y/N the hand that isn’t already on her stomach, watching as she places it on the side of her bump. She presses his hand into her skin, and he holds his breath, hoping to feel something. “Holy shit,” he gasps as the skin beneath his hand moves ever so slightly. Fred watches his hand in awe, smiling as it moves lightly with each movement. “That’s so cool.”

Y/N laughs and lets go of Fred’s hand so she can run her hand through his hair. “Innit? Though it does feel kinda weird that it’s like, coming from inside of me. But it’s nice. Like I’m never alone.”

“Hey little one,” Fred coos against Y/N’s skin, pressing down against her stomach as he feels the baby kick him in response. “I’m your Daddy, and I can’t wait to meet you.” Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s skin and tears form in his eyes when he feels a small movement against his mouth. “I know your Mummy is doing such an amazing job of growing you in there but hurry up and get out of there so I can hold you and play with you and kiss you and cuddle you.” Fred tears his eyes away from Y/N’s bump so he can wink at his wife. “Plus, the sooner you get out of there the sooner Daddy can give you a sibling.”

Y/N scoffs and flicks Fred on the forehead. “Can we finish making this one before you start planning the next?”

“What? There’s no harm in planning ahead,” he teases, crawling up the bed to kiss Y/N sweetly.

-

“Hi there little bug,” Fred coos, gently rocking his newborn daughter. She’s only a few hours old, and her big eyes are bright as she blinks up at Fred. “I’m your Daddy and I love you so much Miss Ellie belly.”  Her actual name is Electra, but Fred has settled on calling her Ellie. Y/N had found her name in a baby book Hermione dropped off, and they both instantly fell in love with it. It means bright one, and after the dark times Fred and Y/N had survived in order to bring her into the world it seemed like the perfect fit.

Fred presses a kiss to her forehead, his heart melting as she makes a little noise. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers. “Just don’t tell Mummy I said that.”

“Maybe you should check to make sure Mummy is asleep before you start spilling your secrets,” Y/N responds with a laugh.

Fred turns around, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, love. I figured you’d be a goner after the past few days you’ve had.”

Y/N moves over to make room for Fred and pats the space next to her. “I was only in labor for what 36 hours? That’s nothing,” she says with a laugh.

Fred comes over and sits next to Y/N, cradling Ellie tightly against his chest. “Don’t downplay yourself, love. You’re an absolute superhero.” He begrudgingly passes the baby back to Y/N and wraps an arm around her, his other hand coming up to grab Ellie’s foot through the blanket she’s wrapped up in. “We wouldn’t have our perfect little angel without you.”

Y/N blushes, looking over at Fred. “You helped a little bit. And I did nearly break your hand while I was pushing.”

“Aw, Y/N. You flatter me,” Fred teases. He presses a kiss to her temple and takes a moment to just watch as Y/N cuddles Ellie close. “I didn’t know I could love something this much,” Fred says quietly, crying slightly for the second time that day. The first had been when the doctor placed Ellie in his arms for the first time. “But every time I look at her my heart feels like it’s going to burst from how much love is in it.”

“I know, right? Every time I look at her I feel like crying. She’s just so tiny and perfect and ours.” Y/N leans down and presses a kiss to Ellie’s forehead. “I almost can’t believe that we made her. I don’t know how you and I could make something so beautiful.”

Fred gently grabs Y/N’s chin and turns her head so he can kiss her passionately. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, so it is no surprise that our daughter is the most beautiful little girl in the world.” Fred kisses Y/N again briefly, before letting go of her chin so he can stroke Ellie’s cheek. “How are you feeling, love? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m alright, Freddie, thank you,” Y/N says softly, looking back down at their daughter. “I actually feel really good. To be honest your Mum scared me a bit, I thought it would be way worse.”

Fred chuckles, melting as Ellie’s eyes flutter closed. “I think Healers have revolutionized childbirth in the twenty years it’s been since she had a baby.” He bites his lip, nudging Y/N so she’ll look at him. “So now that this one’s out, when can we start trying for number 2?”

-

“Y/N love, I’m home!” Fred calls, stepping out of their fireplace and into the living room. He dusts the ashes from his suit, frowning when his wife doesn’t answer him immediately. But it turns into a smile when he spots his daughter peering at him over top of her play pen.

“Ellie,” he coos, heading over to her. “Look at you, standing up on your own!” he praises, lifting her out and up into the air. He tosses her up gently, laughing as she giggles madly at him. “Where’s your Mummy?” he asks, settling the infant on his hip. He presses a kiss to her forehead, his stomach turning to mush when she cuddles into his chest. “Let’s go find her then, hm?”

Fred starts to explore the house, grinning as Ellie babbles baby nonsense into his skin. He can’t believe how fast the past 8 months have gone, and while he loves watching Ellie grow and learn new things, he misses the baby stage already. “What do you think Mummy’s doing?” he asks, nodding along to her babbles as if she’s actually answering him. “I think she might be hiding to scare Daddy. What do you think?”

After checking their downstairs Fred starts to head up the stairs, his fingers lightly digging into Ellie’s belly to tickle her. She shrieks with laughter, and it sounds like music in Fred’s ears. “Daddy misses you while he’s at work, Miss Ellie belly. I think I should take you with me tomorrow. What do you think? Do you wanna spend the day with Daddy and Uncle George at the joke shop?”

Fred peppers kisses to Ellie’s head as he walks down the hallway. The door to his and Y/N’s room is shut and as he goes to grab the doorknob it swings open and Y/N practically runs into him.

“Oh, Fred,” she gasps, holding something to her chest. “I didn’t hear you come in, love.” Fred eyes her wearily as Y/N leans forward to tickle Ellie’s stomach with her free hand and press kisses to her chubby cheeks. “Is your Daddy home, Miss Ellie? Did Daddy finally come home to see you?” she asks, laughing as Ellie giggles at her.

“What’s in your hand?” Fred asks.

Y/N looks up at him, trying to seem as innocent as possible. “Nothing,” she responds, showing him the hand that was on Ellie’s stomach.

Fred rolls his eyes playfully. “The other one, gorgeous.”

“Oh, um,” Y/N blushes and looks away from Fred as she takes her hand from her chest and opens her palm. A positive pregnancy test is laying in her hand, staring up at Fred.

Fred gasps. “Another one?”

Y/N nods and snuggles into Fred’s chest as he pulls her into a hug with his free hand. “Dunno why you’re so surprised, you’ve been trying to get me pregnant since Ellie was born.”

Fred laughs and leans down to kiss Y/N deeply. “Guess it’s time to start thinking about the next one then,” he teases.

Y/N glares at Fred. “Are you sure it’s not too late to return or exchange you?”

“Sorry love, I burned the receipt long ago,” Fred responds with a laugh, kissing Y/N again.

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