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new ocs!!!
hi gang!!!!!!!!!!!! i've been hinting at more characters for a bit and HERE THEY ARE!!! i might try to use the whumperless event to intro them a bit more, but if anyone has any drabble requests until then feel free to send em in! and if you have any clarifying questions, PLEASE ask them!!!
as you can tell, i love westerns. i love cowboys. i NEEDED a cowboy/wild west setting to whump in so i made these guys (yes i am aware their color palletes are just simon and archie in a different font. i am a one trick pony.)
sidenote: rdr2 fans, you're gonna love this (these two are practically rdr2 ocs) (â˛ęá´ęâľ)
onto the boys (men?? we'll go with men.) this post is embarassingly long. strap in guys.
picrew here (though i couldn't find one that captured their looks the way i envisioned.... sigh i need to start drawing again. anyways, i included some outfits to go along with them!
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eugene (gene) delaney
age: 28
height: 6'2
occupation: deputy sherriff (his town is called Whiteridge)
description: gene is. well, for lack of better words, he has a stick up his ass. that is to say that he is very particular about things, namely the safety of his town and the activities that go down in it. he cares very much about keeping the streets safe from gangs and criminals because his mother was killed by a gang when he was just a child and he knows the dangers of having bad people run around unrestrained. also, the sherriff he works under is crooked and useless, so gene is left with a lot of responsibility in terms of managing Whiteridge. he's strong-willed and intelligent, but very morally conflicted about many things. he wants whats best for his people, but is controlling everything with an iron grip really the best way to go about it?
here is his outfit that you'll usually see him in!
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cassidy "silver" mccoy
age: 27
height: 6'0
occupation: outlaw/one of "montana's boys"
description: cassidy gets his nickname "silver" from his silver tongue. he's been known to talk his way out of death more times than he can count. he runs with a gang lead by a man named welles montana, and he is one of montana's most respected men. he was taken in by montana when he was very young, and believes he owes him his life. he trusts him blindly and is convinced evetything he does is for a good cause, even if sometimes it's questionable. he greatly enjoys his job and loves seeing the fruits of his labor in the form of hungry kids getting to eat for the first time in weeks, or single mothers able to afford a new dress. he did not grow up wealthy, so what he does is very personal. despite wanting to appear smooth and charismatic, he is a deeply feeling person that sort of lets his emotions rule him.
here is his typical outfit!
a bit about montana's gang: they lead robin hood-esque type heists where they exclusively take from the wealthy to give to the poor, but their methods are often violent and destructive. also, montana himself is not a very good man but cassidy doesn't necessarily know that. montana is sort of leading a double life where he spends part of his time with his gang and the other part with the wealthy assholes they're trying to take down. none of his gang know he is getting the best of both worlds and betraying them all. he's very manipulative and acts as a whumper in this story. cassidy is at his beck and call, and follows orders often without question.
also, there is a rival gang lead by a man named o'malley. they are your typical old western gang with no strict morals, sort of just trying to get the most money they can. members of o'malley's gang act mostly as whumpers as they are much more harmful and destructive than montana's boys, and have it out for cassidy specifically.
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their relationship/more background info:
cassidy and gene have a bit of a cat and mouse thing going on. cassidy often pulls heists with his boys in plain sight and since gene is the deputy, he's the one sent to bring him into custody. the two spend quite a bit of time together because of it. (cassidy is an escape artist. he is never locked up for more than a few days. gene hates this.) to gene, cassidy is infuriating. he believes you can't fight fire with fire and that cassidy is just causing more problems with his violent approach to "helping others"
cassidy on the other hand, loves to tease and provoke gene. when they first meet, it's while cassidy is locked up in a jail cell. he clocks how "stuck up" gene is, and sees it as a challege to try and piss of gene as much as he can and get away with it. he knows and he and gene actually have very similar goals: protect the people that can't protect themselves, but gene's approach feels too slow and ineffective to cassidy. still, he respects his dedication and never actively wants to cause him harm. regardless, cassidy's loyalty to montana is stronger than any respect he has for gene (AT FIRST), so the two have an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers type thing going on
as for a silly detail, even though the two men are less than fond of eachother, their horses are infatuated with eachother. they seriously have the biggest crushes on eachother, and make it known that they are upset when they have to be seperated.
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BONUS here are their respective horses:
this is calliope, gene's mare. she is sweet as sweet can be, very gentle and extremely, totally spoiled by gene.
this is scotch, cassidy's gelding. he is opinionated and stubborn and only answers to cassidy (and even then, it's only about half the time)
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thank you so much for listening to be ramble! i plan to have at least one fic of these guys during the event, maybe more, but i'm honestly so excited for them. i've been wanting to make ocs like them for a LONG time and here they finally are!! i hope you all enjoy!
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#new ocs!!#my ocs#gene and cassidy#whump community#whumpblr#cowboy whump#wild west#thank you to everyone who encouraged me to make more ocs#looking at you mello#this blog needed more sillies to torture#ideas for these two are already brewing...
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This has probably been done before but I haven't seen it so! Today I offer you Alien Stage except wangxianđ˝
#alien stage spoilers#ngl I was gonna draw two more scenes but this already took kinda longer than expected so I'll leave it at that#also no wwx is not in love with jiang yanli I imagine it more as he sees her as the safest person he knows#this is the first time I've drawn yanli?? how exciting#as is common around this here blog I just draw whatever self indulgent nonsense I can think of and this idea has been brewing a while#also I really like the use of colours and lighting in alien stage so I took this as a study opportunity as well :D#as you can see if you're familiar it's very heavily referenced and I do feel like I learned something trying to replicate the effects etc#alien stage#wangxian#mdzs fanart#mo dao zu shi#mo dao zu shi fanart#illustration#artists on tumblr#mdzs x alien stage crossover#violetscanfly
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Needing to do work but plagued by video edit ideas I have in my brain
#made myself ill thinking about my galveston idea and starting it out with the lines from the 'dear ...' episodes where each of the 4077th#is addressing their loved ones#then leading into the song#my brand is going to be making two different versions of songs and making a general edit for the upbeat version of it#then focus on a specific character for the acoustic version of it#I've already got like.... 4 ideas brewing because of 2 songs with different at least 2 versions of it
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Azul really is a victim on this account cuz I just posted angst of him and one of my drafts is another angst fic (unrequested this time) đđđ
#[ishitalks]#I only started writing this like a month or two ago#but the plot idea has been brewing in my head for a good 2 years already
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Thinks oh so hard abt raccoon au printing pod doomed yuri.... What if you were a robot in love with your fellow robot but your past human selves had to fuck it all up and murder eachother đ
#rat rambles#oni posting#for context in the raccoon au both olivia and jackie get printing podded dw abt the logistics too much imagine joshua was involved or smth#but basically olivia semi unintentionally ai-ed the two of them after severely wounding jackie#it was the climax of years of brewing resentment and rage so she was acting quite irresponsibly#the two as pods both awken around the same time on different planetoids#you see the reason Im so committed to this idea is not just because of fun character stuff but also because of hypothetical gameplay stuff#the idea of starting on two planetoids that your dupes cant physically travel between but still having to manage both colonies through#teamwork between both colonies has always been an idea Ive been a big fan of#plus I get to imagine the two talking to eachother not knowing that they're like so mega divorced and also they both kind of sucked in life#and by kind of I mean one did an attempted murder and the other was jackie lol#it also gives me the fun space to play in to compare how I imagine ai jackie would be like compared to ai olivia#I imagine her being a lot more eager to build her colony at first until she starts finding gravitas stuff and starts throwing hissy fits#and by that I mean she gets genuinely rly upset and tried to go into denial before eventually cracking under the weight of her own memories#shed try to disctract herself with progress but since the dupes are deliberately designed to avoid progress shed get frustrated fast#now the duped Can invent new things and grow but jackie wouldn't know that and she'd assume they literally can't#she doesnt view her dupes very kindly and without the carrot of progress she'd start spiraling fast I think#this mixed with raccoon au stuff makes for a very messy combination since not only is there the this was all for nothing feeling but also#the this in question involved actively backstabbing the person she loved most and watching as she grew to hate her so much that she#attempted an actual murder against her and somewhat succeeded#and also said person is still around and is berating you for breaking down because she's better at repressing her memories than you#raccoon au jackie is rly the only one I think itd be particularly interesting to keep around post world ending because she already had some#very repressed guilt before the end so the idea of peeling off the film on that amd letting her pop is fun to me#I also like the idea because it forces olivia into a position where shes left for the rest of time with a woman she hated#and not knowing what to do with that as she finds herself feeling less and less towards the woman she one loved and hated#for raccoon au jackie removing her from the life she had before makes it all crash down on her that much harder#and for raccoon au olivia removing her from it makes it all feel oh so small in retrospect#this ofc differs massively from how Id characterize canon olivia and jackie as canon jackie would likely make for a much more boring pod#and rabbit au jackie can't be there because then shed just reassure olivia that shes done nothing wrong ever and theyd go back to their#doomed codependent toxic yuri ways for the rest of time
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I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY ; SUGURU GETO
synopsis; after a tense fight with your boyfriend, you flee out into a brewing rainstorm. luckily, suguru is always willing to warm you up again.
word count; 6.2k
contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, copious amounts of hurt/comfort, no really thatâs literally all this fic is, sugu snaps at you for worrying about him, (and then promptly spirals), he makes it up to you though :), healthy communication ensues, [name] is used exactly once, switching povs, soft & fluffy ending <33
a/n; going back to my roots (mindless hurt/comfort) đđ i just think that if suguru picked me up like a small kitten and put me in his lap it would fix me
youâre cold.
little shivers run through your body, trail down your spine, and all you can do is clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. heavy rain falls down without mercy, going pitter patter as it hits the asphalt â a sudden lightning strike lights up the town, flashing in the reflection of puddles, and all you manage is a weak jolt.
dark clouds blanket the whole sky, not allowing even a sliver of blue to shine through the darkness of the rainy evening. enveloping you, surrounding you, soft earthy scents â wet asphalt, roses blooming to your left and right, bushes with sweet-smelling flora guiding your path. little petals, glistening with droplets and bouncing with the force of the rain.
itâd be comforting, were it not for one simple fact;Â
you donât have an umbrella.
at this point, thirty minutes into your solemn, sniffly walk, youâre absolutely soaked. with only a measly hoodie to cover your body and head, and a tank top sticking to the skin beneath it â you were stupid to think youâd get out of it unscathed. your shoes are ruined, wet soles sticking to the asphalt, two heavy weights carrying you down the familiar street ahead.
you let out a shuddering breath.Â
gosh, this was stupid. you knew it was going to rain, but still walked out without a care in the world; despite the weather forecast, despite suguruâs warnings over breakfast, despite all those dark clouds covering the milk-blue sky. you just didnât think itâd be this bad. you just felt so helpless.
you just couldnât stay there.
some fresh air, and a bit of space. that was all you needed. just that one sliver of comfort.
so, yeah, maybe you werenât thinking very clearly when you stormed out. maybe you werenât thinking nearly enough, not enough to even grab one of the umbrellas hanging off the coatrack. hanging there just for you, the cutest little frog umbrella, one suguru bought for you himself. big, googly eyes, and a big smile. the most perfect shade of green.Â
(he put it there just for you.)
maybe you werenât thinking much at all. maybe you just needed to get away, away from him, away from the frustration on his features. arguments with suguru are few and far between; that fact only adds to the sting of his cold voice, still ringing in your ears. you bite down on your bottom lip again, just to stop it from wobbling so pitifully. blinking rapidly, tears and raindrops clinging to your lashline.
you were just worried. is that so awful?Â
(why did he have to be so fucking mean about it?)
a sigh flows from your lips, heavy and defeated, undeniably tired. you hate feeling like this, feeling this bitter, hate feeling like youâve done something wrong. more than anything, you hate arguing with him â hate the idea of him being angry with you. hate the way his voice turns colder, just a little sharper, an octave lower. he never raises it, never ever, but somehow he still sounds so scary.Â
it bothers you. bothers you how sensitive you are, when it comes to him. just that shivering tilt of his voice, coupled with the annoyance in his eyes, and your eyes were already turning glassy. one little sentence, and you were close to breaking out into a sob. because suguru was angry with you, and that alone is enough to make you feel like youâve done nothing right all your life.
so you left. because that was all you could do.Â
sure, the sharp pelting of the rain hurts a little, and the thunder is scary, and youâre awfully cold â but anything is better than having suguru see you burst into tears over such a small argument. you know heâd try to soothe you, know heâd feel guilty. but that just makes it all the more embarrassing.Â
(all the more pathetic.)
so you left, rushed out of your own apartment, and before you knew it the storm was rolling in above you. rain and thunder, something to rival the ache in your chest. it still hasnât been that long, a little over half an hour, and you still havenât fully calmed down. you still donât know how to face him. but â
but fuck, itâs cold. and an undeniable part of you yearns to run back into his arms, to make up with him, to hear his voice turn warm and see his eyes go soft. you want him to soothe you so, so badly. like he always does.Â
another sigh â more resigned this time â slips from out your lips. your bones feel sore, youâre almost certain youâre going to catch a cold, and itâs getting late. youâre all alone, and itâs raining, and you look vulnerable and helpless.Â
you want to go home.
itâll be awkward, but maybe you can sneak in somehow â without him noticing. then you can go straight to sleep, on the couch, and maybe youâll feel a little better tomorrow. the two of you can talk it out over breakfast, over warm coffee, and you can tell him what you meant to say without stumbling over what words to use or dancing around the subject like a scared little child.
youâre just too tired to argue anymore.
he just made you feel so stupid. so very, very small. suguruâs been working so hard lately, coming home late, exhausting himself. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. that, and to coax him into relaxing a bit; maybe take a day off to recharge. that was all.
but he just brushed you off.
and, well, maybe you shouldâve backed off after that. maybe you shouldâve taken that as a sign that suguru didnât feel up to answering your questions. but you were just so worried, so pitifully anxious, and you just wanted to help him so, so badly.
suguru is always so dependable. always there to help you, to ground you, to console you. even when you push him away or insist you donât need it. he can be pushy, when he feels like he needs to, when your health is at risk â and itâs frustrating, but youâve always appreciated it. you just wanted to return the favour. push him, just a little, to show him how much you care. show him that he can depend on you the way he insists you do with him.
but then he grew frustrated.
âsuguru⌠youâve been working so much, iâm ââ you bite down on your bottom lip. âiâm just worried that youâre overdoing it.â â⌠god. how many times do i have to say it? i know my limits, [name].â âbut â you just look so tired ââ âwell, iâm sorry for that.â a cold smile. âam i not living up to your expectations?â
(thatâs not what you meant. he knows thatâs not what you meant.)
and it makes you feel frustrated, too. pardon you for being worried. for wanting to be there for him, for once, for wanting to be a supportive partner and not just a burden.Â
pardon you for feeling a little lonely, with him coming home so late, leaving so early. with him not giving you the affection youâre so used to, and never confiding in you about his stress.
pardon you for wanting him to trust you, a little, even just a sliver more than not at all.
god, youâre exhausted. you just want to sleep â canât you have that, at least? just that one thing? you donât mind sleeping on the couch, donât mind feeling like a stranger in your own home, as long as you get to rest your eyes. just for a little while.Â
your brain spins in circles, bitterness and longing heavy on your tongue, as you grumble over what to do or how to feel âÂ
while your feet have already begun taking you home. moving almost on their own, on instinct, walking past rose bushes and backyards, the smell of glucose and rotting apples.Â
and youâre there before you know it: in front of the familiar door to your shared apartment, soaked from head to toe. still feeling a little lost.
for a second, you hesitate.
maybe heâs still angry. maybe he was happy to get some time away from you. maybe youâre just making things worse by doing this, maybe you should just â
but your fingers have already fished out the key from within your pocket, unlocking the door in one swift motion. moving up to curl around the doorknob, a desperation in your veins guiding you closer to his steady warmth.
and before you have the chance to waver again, you pull the door open and step inside.
you move slowly, gentle and careful, almost cautious. softly closing the door behind you and taking a couple quiet steps forward, only to shrug off your hoodie â heavy, soaking wet and discomforting as you pull it over your head. clumsily, you try to get it off you, squirming when the warm indoors air meets your sweaty tank top. it feels soothing on your bare skin, though, ghosting over your shoulders and collarbone, hoodie now clinging to your elbows.
in the middle of the taxing endeavor, you almost fail to notice the presence of a certain someone, standing just a little farther away.Â
almost, because itâd be impossible for you to miss him, that heavy gaze of his.
and before you can think the thought to do anything else, youâve locked eyes with him â arms still tangled up in the wet sleeves of your hoodie, raindrops and sweat sticking to your skin.
(suguru takes a moment to look at you.)
not daring to say anything, afraid to part your lips, you simply stand there. in silence, like a deer in headlights. for some reason, you canât really read his expression â youâre a little too tired, a little too caught off guard.
you can only blink, worry surely evident in your furrowed brows, as the seconds tick on and on. tense, tense, tense.
and then heâs walking away again.Â
crestfallen. thatâs probably the best way to describe how you feel right now, watching him disappear around the corner. dejected, as your eyes fall to the floor, and your posture wilts like a dying rose. you finally shake off your hoodie and watch it fall to the floor with a gross, wet plap.
it hurts. you want to cry. you canât help it. even though a part of you is still upset, even though a part of you fully expected this to happenâŚÂ
another part was still hoping heâd be happy to see you. as if just seeing his smile again mightâve fixed everything.
but he didnât even give you that.
thatâs that, then. thereâs nothing you can do except proceed with your original plan. youâll change into some warm, dry clothes, and go to sleep on the couch like the miserable dog you are. youâll leave everything troublesome and disheartening for tomorrowâs you to handle.Â
for now, you just have to worry about getting some sleep. you donât have to think about suguru, or his cold voice, or the way he just walked away without saying anything.Â
you donât have to think about him at all.Â
(donât think. donât think. donât â)
â the soft patter of footsteps breaks you out of your anxious spiral. they come closer and closer, until a certain silhouette enters your vision out of the corner of your eye.
a certain suguru geto, hair down and cascading past his shoulders, wearing a comfortable sweater and loose sweatpants with a fluffy towel in tow.
once again, you can only blink. a vaguely confused deer in headlights. suguru comes closer and closer, until you can clearly see his eyes, amber gold, full of an emotion you finally manage to identify â
worry.
(ah.)
before you can say anything, heâs draped the towel around you. it feels nice, a soft texture on your skin, big enough to engulf you completely, cocooning you. cozy and snug. you canât help but melt a little when suguru places his big hand over the towel and smooths it over your cheek, drying off your skin so gently that you feel like crying again.
âare you cold?â he asks, concern evident in his voice. to your immense relief, it sounds nowhere near as scary as before. âyouâre soakedâŚâ
suguru almost seems to be pouting, bottom lip jutting out the slightest bit, eyebrows furrowed softly. still rubbing the raindrops off your skin. he looks awfully troubled, undeniably anxious, and the way heâs caressing your skin feels so earnestly caring. the towel feels warm, like he went the extra mile to heat it up for you.
and, more than anything, the feeling of suguruâs big hands cupping your face is almost heavenly. even though the touch is indirect, you canât help but bask in his warmth, almost desperate to cling to it after escaping from the harsh cold of the rain. like he could slip away and leave you again if you donât stay perfectly still, just like this.
itâs soothing. so, so soothing. but it also makes you feel kind of meek.
you sound sheepish when you answer, voice a little hoarse after your grueling walk. throat dry from all the crying. ânah, âm fineâŚâ
the words are tiny, fragile like pieces of glass, and they only make suguruâs brows furrow further, pout turning into a soft frown as he gazes down at you.
(he hates how small you look. like youâre curling in on yourself.)
as soon as you left the apartment, a wave of regret washed over him. it was expected, obviously, because thatâs what always happens after the two of you argue â which is almost never, which only makes the cut in his heart run deeper.Â
he felt frustrated. and tired, so tired. but when he saw your troubled expression, the way your eyes watered slightly before you rushed outâŚ
he could only feel guilty.
and that sensation only deepened as he sat on the couch and spiraled, over the course of forty long minutes, playing the interaction back inside his head. over and over, thinking about your words, his words, some of which he desperately wishes he could take back.Â
and when it started raining? suguru could only feel regret, hot and ugly, dragging him into his own thoughts. could only drown in his worries, look out the window anxiously. thinking of you, his sweet baby, stuck under the onslaught of dark clouds and lightning strikes and heavy rain.
(you didnât bring an umbrella.)
suguru waited. that was all he could do.Â
he didnât think it was possible for him to feel so useless. fighting with himself, the part of him that wanted to give you the space you needed clashing with the part that yearned to run after you â scoop you up and apologize, hold you tight and protect you from the rainfall. you werenât answering his calls, and he didnât want to overwhelm you, didnât want to make you feel even worse. afraid to scare you off for good.
so he could only sit there and worry, sit there and wait, wallow in his own shame until he heard the faintest sound of the front door unlocking. followed by the sound of it creaking open, slowly â and that was all he needed.Â
and there you were. standing by the entrance, entirely soaked, tank top sticking to your skin and that flimsy hoodie hanging off your arms, cheeks a little red from the cold and strands of hair sticking to your skin.
like a tiny kitten left out in the rain.
it made him feel so painfully anxious. his heart aching so deeply, so viscerally, while all he could think about was smothering you in affection. taking care of you, like he always wants to do, needs to do to stay sane. so suguru left, to go grab something to dry you off with â
and now heâs here. in front of you, smothering you with the towel rather than his love, fretting over you like an overprotective mother.Â
suguru yearns to soothe you. to take care of you. always, always, always, his hands on your skin and lidded amber eyes staring deeply into yours. offering himself like a shelter to a stray dog, hoping so tenderly that youâll take the bait.
(he just wants you to feel safe with him again.)
so he stumbles for something, anything to say, afraid of overstepping or making you uncomfortable. you did just argue, and suguru was anything but patient with you. usually he would be; heâd make sure to be. but with work piling up, and exhaustion clinging to every pore of his skinâŚ
he failed at maintaining his composure.
he needs to make it up to you. despite everything â even though he feels a little awkward, a little restless, still drowning a little in shame â he just wants to tend to you. that, and nothing more.
âhang on,â he exhales, stepping back and letting go of the towel. âiâll go draw you a bathâŚâ
âah â no need,â you smile, a little forced, swiftly reassuring him. he can tell you donât really know how to act after everything that happened; still walking on eggshells. âiâll just take a quick shower.â
suguru wants to protest, wants to coax you into taking a proper bath, into letting your cold skin and aching bones relax completely â
but he can only hum, a little unsure. a little sad.Â
â⌠okay. got it.â
perplexed, he tries his hand at another tactic. still so desperate to take care of you in whatever way youâll allow, like always, but he thinks itâs worse now. even more desperate, after the fight you had, after seeing your frail, shivering self. resisting the urge to scoop you up and coddle you is a struggle.
âi can make you tea?â he tries, inwardly wincing at the way the words spill from his lips; uncertain, awkward. what a mess.
but you smile, slightly more genuinely this time, a soft little thing. it soothes some of the anxiety rotting through his ribs.
âtea would be great, thank you.â
you brush past him, warm towel still hanging off your shoulders. âiâll just take a shower in the meantime,â you murmur, and suguru can do nothing but nod, watching you go.Â
he swallows thickly.
(thatâs that, then.)
tea. right. what kind of tea? something warm, and soothing, and good for your throat. chamomile? peppermint? heâll add a spoon of honey, just the way you like.
suguruâs mind spins in circles while his feet take him to the kitchen, hands swiftly rummaging through cabinets and getting the electric kettle ready. placing teacups and a teapot on the table, cute little floral designs he couldnât help but fill your kitchen with. pouring hot peppermint tea into the pot, a strong scent drifting through the kitchen, drowning his senses in bliss.
caught up in his own head, losing track of time, suguru fails to notice you walking from the bathroom â stopping by the threshold of the kitchen, hesitant to make your presence known. a few silent moments pass. with a tiny inhale, mint invading your senses, you take a step forward. calm and sleepy, skin still pleasantly hot from the warm shower, hair still a little damp.
only then does suguru notice you, his gaze drifting to your figure as if instinctively drawn to it.
youâre clad in some comfortable sweatpants, and an oversized hoodie â his hoodie, the one with the unreasonably soft texture, the one you tend to gravitate towards â the one he likes to see you in the most, because you always look so thoroughly comfy in it. almost drowning in the fabric.Â
seeing you all warm and cozy, in his clothing no less, sends a tremor of pure warmth running through suguruâs chest. sprouting in his heart and spreading throughout his entire body. he canât bring himself to resist the soft curl of his lips, gazing at you so fondly heâs almost sure you notice it.
âi made peppermint,â he says, a little breathless, already pouring boiling tea into two cups on the table. âthat okay?â
âyeah,â you answer, instantaneous. stifling a yawn. youâd have been fine with anything, really.
the shower worked wonders for your muddled mind; chasing away the shivers down your spine, that unpleasant chill to your skin. most importantly, it gave you a moment to simply relax, to bask in the peace and quiet. feel the hot water surround you, melt your bones like softened clay. you feel a little better, now. still anxious, more than a little sleepy, but better. and right now, thatâs all you need.Â
with a groggy kind of pep in your step, you stumble over to the kitchen table, plopping down on the chair across from where suguru is sitting. trying to get comfortable, knees pressed against your chest, muttering a soft thank you while gingerly touching the rim of the cup.
(suguru frowns, just barely, at the sight. usually youâd sit right next to him. but now youâre in front of him, so very far â as if youâre strangers.
it breaks his heart, a little bit.)
a soft hum leaves your lips when you take a sip of the tea â all warm and comforting and minty on your tongue, a vague taste of something sweet. itâs relaxing, more than anything, and it makes you feel a little more okay with everything.
suguru only watches you, drinking absentmindedly from his own cup. not really tasting anything.
finally, he opts to clear his throat â and your attention falls on him instantly.
âhey,â he starts, ready to address the elephant in the room. his voice is gentle, but decisive, firm somehow. âabout beforeâŚâ
your body tenses, ever so slightly, fingers uncurling around the handle of the teacup. thereâs a kind of shift in the air around you, in suguruâs tone of voice â and you were expecting it, waiting for it anxiously, but that doesnât make it any less harrowing.
here it comes, your mind seems to sing. here comes the moment everything shatters again.
with as much strength as you can muster, you smile. a little sheepish, just a tad forced, refusing to meet his eyes from across the table. staring into the murky green of your cup and hoping in vain that you can somehow escape this discomfort.Â
(you just want to rest. you just want to not have to think about anything.)
âitâs fine, suguru,â you cut him off. softly, but thereâs a certain tilt to your voice that strikes him as rather cold. âwe can just drop it.â
the decision in his eyes doesnât waver. you look meek, awfully troubled, and he hates to force you into another discussion when youâre undoubtedly tired â but suguruâs mind is set. heâs been evasive enough, today.
âno. i want to talk about it properly.â
at that, you seem to deflate a little. suguru is nothing if not stubborn, a quality that always manages to coexist with his gentleness, his desire to be a good partner for you. you can tell he wonât allow you to wriggle away, now that youâre both finally calm. heâs not doing it to exhaust you, not doing it to gain some sort of satisfaction out of âwinningâ the argument â heâs doing it because he knows itâs the right thing to do. even if it makes you both a little uncomfortable.
communication is important, immensely so. suguru knows it very well.
and you do, too.
so all you do is curl into yourself, shifting in your seat, allowing him to speak his mind and sipping quietly on your tea. biting back a disgruntled huff, gaze lingering on the tablecloth, little calico cats etched into the fabric. he wanted one with yellow stripes, but still bought this one just for you. just like the ugly matching couple mugs you forced him into buying, the green colour of your kitchen wallpaper. he always places you before himself.
(all you wanted was to change that. just for a night, if nothing else. and he got mad at you for it.)
suguru sighs. it sounds fatigued, not frustrated or disappointed. he runs a hand through his hair, and you canât help but follow the movement, the soft silky strands and the way he smooths them over. practiced, familiar, absentminded. you could watch him do it forever.
âi had a lot of time to think while you were gone,â he begins, recalling the mental gymnastics he went through while you were away. just sitting on the couch and running himself ragged, trying to be impartial, trying to see your point of view without letting his own bias get in the way.
you sink a little further into the chair, eyes downcast. inhaling the scent of peppermint, trying to prepare yourself for what he might say, the ways this could all go wrong.
âand i realized that you were right.â
âŚ
you blink. once, then twice.
hesitantly, you raise your head, searching for suguruâs gaze. he isnât looking at you, staring out at the rainfall through the window as if in deep thought. his gaze shifts to meet yours, and something soft flickers through his golden eyes.
he looks troubled, though. trying to find the right words, mind clouded by guilt. chewing at his bottom lip anxiously.
it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, to weigh the words in his mind, just to make sure he gets them across as smoothly as possible. heâs had more than enough time to verbalize his feelings, to think about what he wants to say to you. it was all he could do while he waited.Â
so his voice is earnest, when he continues, sincerely apologetic and thought out.
âiâm always telling you not to overwork yourself. and here i am, doing the same thingâŚâ another sigh. âyou were just worried. i shouldnât have lashed out â you didnât deserve that.â
suguru searches for your gaze, and manages to find it. you falter a little under the weight of his eyes, but theyâre warm, remorseful. a setting sun.
âiâm sorry.â
a moment of silence passes. then two. three, five. you look down at your cup, the purple hyacinths etched into the porcelain. crumbling under his gaze, at the sound of his genuine apology.Â
and suddenly, you feel silly â silly for being so scared, for thinking suguru might still be angry with you. for thinking he wouldnât spend as much time as needed to properly think about your words, your feelings, even if he might not have been ready to do so when he first heard them.
suguru can be stubborn, if heâs convinced that heâs in the right. but he always, always seeks you out eventually, always makes sure to genuinely look at things from your perspective.Â
and, really, it means everything. it means enough to wash away all your leftover irritation, from having him brush you off when you know you didnât do anything wrong. all the leftover sadness from being pushed away, from not being allowed to take care of him the way he always does for you.
suguru isnât perfect, but he tries harder than anyone you know. tries his very best to be as close to perfect as he can possibly get â for you, for the both of you. heâs considerate enough, mature enough to take the time he needs to properly communicate. thatâs how much he loves you.Â
and yes, doing so makes you a little uncomfortable. but when faced with something like that, someone so kind, who loves you like the rain loves the ground â how could you ever bear not to do the same?
â⌠itâs fine,â you start, softly. âmaybe i overreacted a bit. âs just ââ a gulp. youâre trying your best to verbalize your feelings, the way suguru just did, the way he always does.
and he waits, patiently. for as long as you need. looking at you from across the table softly, already immensely relieved at the lack of tension in the air.
âi donât like seeing you so tired. i know that your work is important, and i support you, butâŚâ your voice goes quiet, as you trail off, hoping heâll understand what you mean. âyou know.â
and suguru does. he does understand, he always will. so he hums.
âi know,â he murmurs, softly. âit wasnât an overreaction. i just didnât realize it myself. got too caught up in everything,â a sharp exhale leaves his lips. âitâs been⌠a long week. iâm not using that as an excuse, though.â
you listen attentively, eyes softening at his words. you can tell that he means it, that you finally got your message across. all you wanted was for him to take a break, to take care of himself.
to let you take care of him.
suguru continues. he makes it a point to look into your eyes as he speaks â a little intimidating, especially in a situation like this â but you know it reassures him, that it lets him know you really understand what heâs trying to say.Â
so you hold his gaze, as steady as you can, glancing down at his collarbone when it becomes just a little too much.
âiâm grateful that i have you,â he says, voice dripping with softness, gazing at you with a fondness that has you crumbling all over again. âand that you care enough to set me straight when i need it.â
and suguru means it. he means it more than anything else. not once has he ever stopped appreciating you, all the things you do for him; always so sweet and caring, even when itâs subtle. this was no exception. youâre always worried, always looking out for him. he feels awful for getting so defensive. for pushing you away, when you were trying so earnestly to reach him.
but heâll make up for all of that, starting now.
âi mean it. i appreciate you so much, you have no idea â iâm so sorry if i made you think otherwise.â for a moment, his eyes look a little glassy, swimming in remorse. âi really, really am.â
(and when he looks at you like that, when he speaks so very gently â
how could you ever bear not to forgive him?)
you shift in your seat again. gazing down, chewing at your bottom lip. his honesty makes you falter, makes it hard for you not to do the same; even if your voice ends up sounding awfully tiny and awfully close to breaking apart.Â
â⌠i was just worried,â you mumble, meekly, shooing away any tears you have left with rapid blinks.Â
âi know,â suguru soothes. the smile on his face is genuine, comforting, honey and peppermint and warmth. âi was being immature. you were right â iâve been burning myself out.â
you donât say anything. only letting his words console you, feeling yourself relax at the sound of him opening up a little. just enough to make everything all better again.
âi was thinking of taking tomorrow off,â he continues, searching for your timid gaze and smiling gently once he finds it. âwhat do you say?â
you brighten a little, so obvious in the way you sit up straighter, the way something soft and hopeful blossoms in the scope of your iris. the sight coaxes suguruâs patient smile into widening a smidge, his eyes crinkling at your barely contained excitement.
âthatâd be niceâŚâ you murmur, averting your gaze once more. but suguru can tell you like the sound of that, that itâs exactly what would finally put your anxious mind at ease.
a smile, bright and fond. suguru opens his arms.Â
âthen i will.â
for a moment, you simply stare. at him, his outstretched limbs â that soft smile, as he waits for you to get the hint. and you blink.Â
oh.Â
you look down at your lap. a little sheepish, almost shy. it takes you another moment to raise your head, again, only to see another gentle flicker in suguruâs eyes â and then you finally get up from your seat.
it feels a little strange. a little awkward, as if some of your bones still canât help but tread on eggshells, afraid of making him upset again. but itâs suguru, and he loves you, and his arms are waiting patiently to hold you.
and you want that more than anything.Â
so you fall into his arms, softly, curling up in his lap and wrapping your arms around his waist. suguru has one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, rubbing comforting circles into your spine to make you relax.
it works wonders. despite your initial hesitance, you melt into the embrace without putting up a fuss â happy to be in his arms again, to feel the anxiety dissipate when you realize that everythingâs finally alright.
and suguru is just as happy, just as content. breathing out a sigh of relief he didnât know he was holding. he strokes your hair lovingly, and you nuzzle into him a little more; making his lips quirk up, eyes filling with adoration. finally, he can relax. having you in his arms feels so soothing. and youâre so sweet, curling into him, seeking comfort and warmth that heâs more than happy to provide.
how long has it been since he had a chance to hold you like this? he made sure to be affectionate whenever he could, before leaving for work and after coming back â but in the midst of all the paperwork and stressâŚ
suguru sighs, a little sadder this time, watching you bask in the attention he had been robbing you of this whole time. without even realizing it.
âand iâm sorry for neglecting you, too,â he murmurs, barely above a whisper. muffled by your hair as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.
that certainly gets your attention.
âneglecting me?â you sputter, eyes suddenly wide open and lips parted in disbelief. flustered, heat rushing to your neck and ears. âwha â what am i, some high-maintenance puppy? you didnât neglect me.â
suguru only chuckles, biting back a soft coo that he knows would only fluster you more. instead, he pulls away a little, just to look at you, and pecks your forehead softly.
âwell, iâm sorry for not being around much, then. iâll make it up to you. okay?â
hiding away in his collarbone, again, you mutter a soft okay that has suguruâs heart squeezing in his chest. he cradles you close, engulfs you in his embrace, and hopes you can feel his love through the action. hopes you can feel it in the way his arms fit around you like they were always meant to be right there.
and you do feel his love. feel it smooth away the leftover turmoil in your brain, caress your skin softly. itâs soothing, and comforting, and you feel so incredibly safe. here, in suguruâs embrace, with the sound of rain hitting the window and the scent of peppermint wafting through the kitchen â itâd be impossible not to relax.
before you know it, your eyelids have fluttered shut, breathing softening out and heartbeat slowing down. a peaceful rhythm, carrying you away. suguru notices it before you do.
âyou sleeping, baby?â
you jolt a little in his arms â murmuring something unintelligible into his neck, and he only chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest like a soothing thunderstorm.
âcâmon. letâs get you to bed, hm?âÂ
suguru smooths a hand down your back, arms tightening around you before he scoops you up and gets up from his seat. âthere we go,â he hums, helping you hike your legs around his waist. âyou can sleep, angel. iâve got you.â
your arms tighten around him, and you inhale his scent; grounding and comforting, raindrops and roses. tomorrow you can bask in it properly, can take care of him properly. youâll coddle him all day.
but for now, you need to get some rest.
allowing your senses to dull away, clinging to suguru like a makeshift pillow, you absently listen to the storm still raging on outside. faraway, cold and harsh, but comforting when youâre in his steady grasp.
a yawn escapes your honey-soothed throat.
you donât miss the i love you murmured into your ear, accompanying you into dreamland as your eyes flutter shut.
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Clawsome Dad
Summary: When Logan mistakenly thinks youâre pregnant (you're not), he gets way too excited about baby names and starts building a baby-proof bunker in the backyard.
Pairing           : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Wife!Human-reader
Note              : fluff
It all started with Logan catching you looking at a baby onesie at the storeâonce. You didnât even touch the thing, just smiled at it for like, two seconds before moving on to the checkout. But that was enough for Logan. His superhuman reflexes missed nothing. You hadnât even gotten through the door before he had this weird look on his faceâhalf intense, half like he was about to tear through the drywall with his claws.
âBabe?â he asked, voice low, as if he were interrogating a witness. âIs there somethinâ you wanna tell me?â
You blinked at him, setting down the groceries. âUh⌠no?â
Logan stepped closer, sniffing the air around you. You rolled your eyes. This man and his feral senses. âYouâre sure? Nothinâ... different?â he pressed, like he was waiting for you to drop some major bombshell.
âIâm sure, Logan. Whatâs with the third degree? Did I do something?â you asked, confused.
Then it hit you. His eyes flickered to your stomach, and you nearly choked.
Oh hell no.
âWait, wait, wait,â you held up your hand, waving off the insanity that was clearly brewing in his head. âI am not pregnant.â
Logan frowned, not entirely convinced. âBut you were lookinâ at that baby crap in the storeââ
âI looked at a onesie for two seconds, Logan! It was cute, thatâs all! Doesnât mean Iâm knockinâ out kids tomorrow!â you laughed, but the man didnât seem amused.
âNo baby?â he repeated, brows knitting together like he wasnât entirely sure you knew how your own body worked.
âNO baby, Logan. Geez,â you reiterated, shaking your head, but the damage was already done.
Over the next couple of days, things got weird. He started acting real strangeâasking you about baby names out of nowhere while you were brushing your teeth.
âThoughts on âJames Jr.â?â he muttered casually, mid-toothbrush stroke.
You spat out toothpaste, staring at him through the mirror. âJames Jr.? Are you serious?â
Logan shrugged. âSeems practical. What, you donât like it?â
âIâLogan, we are not naming a non-existent kid right now. Whereâs this cominâ from?â You were barely containing your laughter. The man could take down an entire squad of bad guys without breaking a sweat, but the idea of potential parenthood had him spiraling into this dad mode that was both terrifying and hilarious.
The worst of it came when you caught him in the backyard, shirtless, sweat dripping, hammering away at something⌠with adamantium claws fully out. It was definitely not a normal Saturday activity, even for Logan.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you asked, hands on your hips as you watched him drive metal sheets into the ground like a crazed man.
âBuildinâ a bunker,â he replied gruffly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âA what?â
âA baby-proof bunker. Ainât no kid of mine growinâ up in a death trap house,â Logan muttered, slamming another panel into place. âThis worldâs dangerous, and thatâs just the neighbors.â
You stared at him, dumbfounded. âYouâwhat? Baby-proof⌠Logan, we donât even have a baby.â
Logan stopped hammering for a second, looking at you like you were the one missing something here. âBut we might, right? Gotta be prepared.â
You slapped your forehead, trying not to lose it. âPrepared for what? An apocalypse where the baby needs a bunker to survive? Babe, seriously, thereâs no baby. You donât need to go full Rambo on the backyard.â
âIâm always prepared,â he grumbled, but there was a glint of uncertainty in his eyes. You could tell he wasnât ready to back down, though. Logan was never the type to half-ass anythingâespecially not something he deemed necessary.
By now, the neighbors had definitely noticed. Old Mrs. Jenkins from next door was peeking over the fence with a terrified expression. She whispered something about Logan being a âmadman,â which wasnât entirely untrue in this case.
You sighed, walking up to him and grabbing the hammer from his hand. âAlright, Mr. Clawhammer, weâre done here. Come inside before you scare the rest of the neighborhood.â
Logan hesitated, claws still out. âButââ
âNo buts, babe. Unless youâre ready to explain to Mrs. Jenkins why youâre preparing for baby Armageddon, youâre gonna stop now,â you said firmly, dragging him toward the house. âI swear, the last thing we need is for someone to call the cops on your baby-proofing bunker. Weâre not even pregnant!â
He let out a gruff noise, retracting his claws with a reluctant snikt. âYou sure âbout that?â he asked, still looking unconvinced as you pushed him through the door.
You smacked his arm lightly. âYes, Iâm sure. But if I ever do get pregnant, Iâm not raising a kid in a damn underground fortress like weâre in some post-apocalyptic wasteland, got it?â
Logan smirked, the edge of his grumpy attitude softening. âFine, no bunker. But I ainât changinâ my mind on James Jr.â
âUgh, youâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it,â he shot back with a cocky grin.
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Meddling Mr. Munson
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Wayne is your favorite regular at work. Plus- his nephew is really cute.
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff and good feels youâll get a toothache, allusions to pregnancy, alcohol mentioned, mentions of bullying
The first time you meet Wayne Munson, youâre eight hours into your six hour shift at the only diner in Hawkins that's open twenty-four hours. Youâre working the overnight shift, and you were supposed to be relieved at 4:00am, but the waitress who was supposed to relieve you called from a payphone to tell you her bus broke down and she canât get to work until the replacement arrives. So now, youâre brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the only patron youâve had before the breakfast rush- which hopefully youâll be missing.
You chit chat with Mr. Munson while he sits at the counter nursing his black coffee. He works overnight at the plant youâve learned, and he asks you questions about your college classes. He doesnât admit it, because heâs not the type, but he really enjoys the daily chats with you as stopping at the diner after work becomes one of his routines.
âYou should come meet me for breakfast on your way to school,â Wayne suggests one night when he and Eddie are watching TV. His suggestion is met with Eddie blowing a raspberry and a grumble about not wanting to wake up that early. Wayne tosses his hat at Eddie, harmlessly making Eddie jump. âI ainât asking,â Wayne reiterates and Eddie nods sheepishly, sinking into the couch.
Your eyes light up when you hear the bell on the front door. You already know itâs one of your favorite regulars before you even look up. ââMorning, Mr. Munson,â you say cheerfully, âTake a seat, I just put on a fresh pot.â You look up and youâre surprised to see he isnât alone. âOh, hi Eddie,â you say with a grin, surprised to see Wayne isnât alone. Eddieâs brain short circuits because he doesnât know how you even know him, and you are very pretty.
You step out from behind the counter with two mugs in hand as they slide into a booth. âYou donât remember me,â you tease, filling both the mugs with coffee. Eddie fumbles over his words apologetically and Wayne smirks to himself. âThatâs okay, we werenât really friends,â you explain and tell him your name, âYou sat in front of me last year in Ms.OâDonnellâs class. We didnât really talk much.â Heâs silently thanking you for omitting that you didnât talk because he was hardly there. However, heâs practically soaring that despite that you somehow remembered him and arenât recoiling in disgust.
âEddieâs got her again this year,â Wayne interjects and Eddie wants to roll under the booth. Heâs suddenly embarrassed that heâs repeating senior year again and he wished you didnât know that. Wayne means nothing by it, literally just making conversation, and the news Eddie is in her class doesnât seem to even phase you.
âSheâs brutal,â you exhale, âIf you want, I think I still have my notes somewhere. Theyâre all yours.â
âT-thatâd be great,â he manages to get out. You smile at him and his limbs feel like clay.
âYeah, of course,â you wave it off like itâs nothing. âIâll come back in a few and grab your orders, take your time.â
Wayne is using his menu to hide his grin from Eddie. He didnât know if Eddie and you would hit it off, he just had hopes. Heâs not one to meddle, especially in his nephewâs love life, but when you had told Wayne you didnât have a boyfriend, he immediately wanted to introduce you to Eddie. He knew Eddie would just reject the idea, so he didnât say anything.
âSheâs cute,â Wayne says after a minute when you disappear behind the door to the kitchen.
âGod, cut it out,â Eddie exclaims, dramatically covering his face with his hands. His face is bright red. This seriously can not be happening right now. âWayne, seriously, you are not seriously trying to set me up right now?â
âIâm just trying to treat my nephew to breakfast, I thought it would be nice. We havenât done this in a while,â he says evenly, but Eddie knows the truth. âI think Iâm gonna get the meat loverâs omelet,â he muses, acting oblivious to Eddieâs antics.
Eddieâs nervous bouncing of his leg is making the booth shake, and the coffee spills out over the rim of the mugs ever so slightly. Wayne slides over extra napkins, and chastises Eddie about leaving rings on the table.
âAre you all set?â You ask, getting your notepad out of the front pocket of your apron. Wayne nods and Eddie is staring blankly at the menu in front of him, paralyzed.
âThe pancakes are really good if youâre still trying to decide,â you offer, thinking Eddie is actually reading the menu.
âU-uh yeah, that sounds good,â he replies. You nod and scribble it down on your pad.
âYour usual Wayne?â You ask and he nods.
âYouâre the best,â he smiles, passing you the menus.
âItâll be right out,â you reply, âDo you want me to top these off?â Wayne offers you his empty cup and Eddie manages to shake his head no. You disappear behind the doors again to ring in the order, and Wayne nudges Eddie to snap out of it.
âYouâre being rude,â he says, âLook I get it, Iâll stay out of it. But you donât have to freeze her out. Sheâs being lovely.â
Of course youâre being lovely, Eddie screams internally. You are lovely! He canât bring himself to correct his uncle that heâs not ignoring you to spite him, but heâs actually tongue tied and completely fumbling. He canât give Wayne the satisfaction of being right and he also doesnât want to say anything out loud in utter fear youâd hear him.
âFood should be right out,â you say with a sweet smile. You walk over to the opposite side of the diner and wipe down a few of the empty booths. Eddie flexes his fingers over his thighs repeatedly to try to relax. Wayne watches Eddie, starting to notice heâs a lot more twitchy than he usually is. Eddieâs always animated but this is new. Maybe, Wayne muses, his little plan might actually be working.
Wayne really only ever wants Eddie to be happy. Heâs had a front row seat to the abuse Eddie has received from his peers his whole life. Under the tattoos and the hair and the ripped jeans, Wayne still sees the little boy he tucked into bed and the little boy who sat on the kitchen counter while he helped clean his scraped knees. He wished the pain he had to help Eddie navigate was still that simple. Wayne thought maybe youâd see Eddie the way he did.
Youâre nice, and genuinely so. Wayne thought if anyone could see Eddie, truly see him for the amazing kid he was, it would be you. Even if this whole stupid plan of his amounted to nothing more, youâre treating Eddie with such a normal level of human decency and you have no idea how much that means to the both of them. For Wayne, thatâs more than he could ever ask for. He knows as much as heâs resisting, Eddie will leave here and go to school feeling a little bit better. For a brief moment in an empty diner, he can see the world isnât always out to get him. Sometimes, the world is nice- with pretty girls to talk to and uncles who love you more than life itself.
When you bring out the food, Wayne watches the way your eyes linger on Eddie. Youâre also being a little shy. He smiles to himself, keeping his head low while he starts to dig into his food. You ask Eddie about his band, and Wayne watches his nephewâs eyes light up, his usual confidence returning to the forefront as he tells you all about Corroded Coffin. You listen, and Wayne realizes youâre not just placating Eddie, you actually care.
âIâll have to come to another show sometime,â you say, âI say you guys at The Hideout like a couple months ago actually.â
âReally?â Eddieâs eyes widen in disbelief. You giggle, and nod.
âYup, you guys were awesome,â you assure him. âIf you guys ever sell a tape, let me know. I want one.â
As they finish up their breakfast, you drop off the check, and Eddie thinks he might die when he sees youâve scribbled your number on the receipt for him. The check has been comped and the note read:
âWayne, Happy to treat my favorite customer! Eddie, in case youâd want to go out sometime? No pressure.â With your number underneath.
The most recent time you saw Wayne Munson, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for inviting him over. Itâs the first time you and Eddie are hosting a holiday in your new apartment.
He smiles as he looks around. You and Eddie have really done an amazing job making a cozy little life together. He smells the turkey finishing up in the oven and he canât believe he can finally witness his nephew this happy. The two of you insist he sit in the living room while you both finish cooking for him. Heâs enjoying watching the two of you work in the kitchen together, moving synchronously like youâve done this dance a million times before- and you have.
He settles in and Eddie brings him a beer. Wayne looks around at Eddieâs and your new home and he canât help but beam with pride. This is all he couldâve asked for Eddie- all heâs ever wanted to see him have. Eddieâs still as dopey grinned and smitten as he was the first day back at the diner. Wayne knows youâre the one- he knew before you or Eddie knew.
Eddieâs his son, even if heâll never be called Dad. He doesnât want that anyways. But, he knows your the best daughter-in-law he could have ever asked for. A best friend and a confidant from the first day he met you. Heâs so glad to have you both together in his life. Little did he know, that tonight after dinner when heâs long past just full- but not too full for pie- Eddie would hold your hand and youâd both sit across from him, giving him the best news he could possibly hear in this lifetime.
His small trio, will shortly be adding a fourth band member.
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Whoopsie - Theo Nott x clumsy!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Fluff + slight angst
Description: You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend Theo really hates to see you hurt.
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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the Slytherin dungeons, each step clumsy and uneven. You werenât exactly the most graceful of creatures, but today had reached new heights of disaster. It was one of those days when the universe seemed to be playing tricks on youâmaking every doorframe, stair step, and corridor seem like an obstacle course designed specifically for you to fail.
And fail, you did.
It had started innocently enough. You had forgotten your Charms textbook in the dormitory, and in your haste to retrieve it before your next class. The last thing you needed was detention from McGonagall for being late or forgetting your book, and you were sprinting down the corridor. Too fast, too distracted, andâ
BAM.
Your face met the hard, unyielding brass of the doorknob. Pain radiated through your skull, and you stumbled back, clutching your nose. "Ow, ow, ow," you hissed under your breath, blinking back the sudden tears that sprang to your eyes.
By the time you had made it to the mirror in the girlsâ bathroom, a glorious bruise was already blossoming across your cheekbone and the area around your eye, swelling quickly and turning an alarming shade of purple. You groaned. Great. How were you going to explain this to anyone? Even worse, how the hell are you going to explain this to Theo?
You decided to skip class altogether and carefully make your way to Madam Pomfrey.
You managed to slip into the common room unnoticed at first, pulling your hood up in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of your clumsiness. But, of course, it didnât take long for someone to notice. It was Theo, he always noticed everything about you, no matter how much you tried to downplay it.
âBaby, why werenât you in class, Enzo ended up taking the seat I saved for you and Merlin he chewed my ear off about Quidditch being fixed last Saturday,â he rambled on.
Donât reply, donât look up, you thought to yourself. It was impossible; this was happening right now.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â he asked, voice low and alarmed as he crossed the room in quick strides, his hand gently lifting your chin. You felt the warmth of his fingertips against your skin, but his expression was anything but warm. His brow furrowed in concern, soft brown eyes locking on the bruise that marred your face.
"Iâm fine!" you blurted, though the words came out far too high-pitched to be convincing. You tried to pull away, but Theo wasnât having it. His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing against the edge of the bruise with a gentleness that made your chest tighten.
âWho hurt you?â His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but the intensity in his tone made your stomach flip. His eyes searched yours, dark and stormy. Theo wasnât the type to raise his voice in anger. No, his was the kind of quiet fury that built up slowly, seeping into the air like a cold, creeping fog.
"I did," you confessed, trying to laugh it off, but the tension in the room was suffocating. You could feel his anger brewing, and you knew what was coming next.
âIâm fucking serious, donât lie to me!â Theo snapped, taking a step back as if putting some distance between the two of you would help him calm down. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he began pacing, his jaw tight. âThereâs no way you did that to yourself.â
âI did!â you repeated, trying to sound more convincing this time. Rubbing your hand quickly against your bruise. Not a good idea, as you instinctively winced at the touch. âI ran into a door. A doorknob, to be exact. Itâs not that serious, Theo,â you try convincing.
Theo froze mid-step, staring at you like you had just said something utterly ridiculous. Which, to be fair, you probably had.
âA doorknob?â he repeated slowly, his eyes narrowing as if he was waiting for you to take it back, like it was some kind of joke. But when you just nodded, Theo let out a long, frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. He shook his head as though he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âYouâre telling me⌠you smashed your face into a doorknob?â
âYes,â you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment. God, you wished the ground would swallow you whole.
âIt's embarrassing already, alright? Leave me alone,â you huff.
Theo stared at you for a long moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to believe you. Eventually, he sighed and dragged a hand down his face, turning away abruptly. âUnbelievable,â he muttered under his breath before storming off, leaving you standing there with a gnawing pit in your stomach.
Theo didnât go far. He was in the common room, pacing like a caged animal, still visibly agitated. His eyes flickered over the other Slytherins lounging nearby, most of whom had noticed his outburst but said nothing. That didnât last long.
âOi, whatâs got you in a twist, Nott?â Blaise called from the couch, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. Beside him, Draco looked equally intrigued, lounging back with his arms crossed.
Theo glared at them but didnât answer. Instead, he turned to look at you again, his jaw still set in that hard, unyielding way. The others followed his gaze, and it wasnât long before the topic of conversation turned toward your rapidly bruising face.
âWha- what the hell happened to her eye?â Blaise was the first to ask, looking genuinely confused as he gestured toward you.
âShe said she ran into a door,â Theo growled, clearly still not convinced.
Draco, who had been staring at you with a mixture of concern and amusement, furrowed his brows. âWait, what happened to whoâs ey-?â
Before he could finish his question, Mattheo, who had just entered the common room, cut in with a dramatic, âHoly shit! What happened to your eye?â His tone was a mix of shock and humour, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of your injury.
You could feel everyoneâs eyes on you now. Heat rushed to your face as you tried to explain yourself once again. âI fell,â you say quickly, raising your hands in a placating gesture, as if that would make everyone drop it and move on.
But of course, they didnât.
Mattheo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âYou fell? Into what, a troll?â
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. âI ran into a doorknob, okay? I wasnât paying attention, and it just⌠happened.â
Blaise let out a low whistle, his smirk widening. âYou really need to work on your coordination, love.â
You rolled your eyes, though the action hurt more than you expected, causing you to wince. Theo, noticing the movement, shot Blaise a glare that could have frozen over the entire Black Lake. âItâs not funny, Zabini.â
âHey, Iâm just sayingâŚâ Blaise shrugged, holding up his hands in mock defence. âYou know, we could get you a helmet or something, just to be safe.â
"We should wrap you in bubble wrap", Pansy joins in laughing
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âIâm fine, really.â
But the conversation was far from over. Despite your protests, the teasing continuedâthough most of it was good-natured. Still, you couldnât shake the feeling of Theoâs eyes on you, watching every movement, every wince. He hadnât said much since his initial outburst, but you could feel his worry like a tangible weight in the air.
Eventually, the others got bored of the topic, and the common room returned to its usual low buzz of chatter. You took a deep breath, thankful for the reprieve, but when you glanced toward Theo, you saw that he was still tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he watched you.
âIâm going for a smoke,â he stated as he stormed out of the common room. Well, weâve done it, stressed him to the point of smoking. You thought heâll be back soon, sinking deeper into the couch.
Later that night, when everyone had dispersed to their dorms, Theo found you sitting by the fire, absentmindedly poking at the flames with a poker. He sat down beside you without a word, the warmth of his presence instantly comforting. For a while, neither of you spoke, the crackling of the fire filling the silence between you.
Finally, Theo broke the quiet, his voice low and careful. âYou really need to be more careful.â
You looked at him, your heart giving a small, traitorous flutter at the concern etched into his features. âI know.â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair again. âI hate seeing you hurt.â
There was something in his voice that made your chest tighten. You smiled softly, nudging him with your shoulder. âItâs not that serious, Theo. It was just a stupid accident.â
He didnât respond right away, his gaze fixed on the fire. Then, after what felt like forever, he turned to look at you, his expression softening. âPromise me youâll be more careful next time.â
You chuckled, leaning your head against his shoulder. âI promise.â
Theo wrapped an arm around you, pulling you
closer. âGood. Because I donât think I could handle seeing you like that again, seriously.â
You gently kiss him, as you make your way towards his dorm, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, everything seeming good again.
That is until you tumble over your own feet, almost meeting the floor, but this time, Theo was there, tightening his grip on you, catching you before disaster could strike for the second time today.
You laugh as he stares at you, eyes widening. He cannot believe you actually fall over your own feet. He softens with a deep sigh.
âWhat am I going to do with you, my clumsy girl?â he laughs himself, kissing your head.
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the hard way | tyler owens x fem!reader
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary: You and Tyler Owens have a bad habit of butting heads, but all it takes is one hint of jealousy and things change in the blink of an eye. Warnings: Tyler is lowkey an asshole, but reader can be too, there is a creepy guy that tries to come onto reader and puts his hands on her. Word Count: 4.2k A/N: I rewatched the original Twister movie today and got this idea while watching it and then it all just came out of my head onto the page and here we have it! I had so much fun writing this, it's honestly one of my favourite Tyler fics I've done so far. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for all the love on my Twisters fics so far!
âOh, here we go again,â Boone says, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you walking towards Tyler, your laptop in your hands. Judging by the look on your face, you have something fairly important to show Tyler â and Boone knows Tyler wonât be happy about it.
Dani sighs beside him, her legs kicked up on their cooler from their spot at the motel. Itâs late at night and none of the storms had turned into anything today, leading to a very long day for all of you. Youâd driven hundreds of miles only to end up with no new footage.
âHow long do you think itâll take him to get mad?â Dani asks.
âHeâs just spotted her and he already looks annoyed, so Iâd guess straight away.â
They watch on from a distance as you finally reach Tyler. You move to stand beside him so he can see the screen of your laptop. âI was right after all,â you glance up at him. âSee this? That storm was never going to amount to anything and even the radar showed it dying out. We could have saved ourselves half a tank of gas and a few hours if youâd listened to me.â
Tyler rolls his eyes and looks away from your laptop, trying to focus on not burning the dinner heâs been cooking the team on the barbecue that the motel has. âOkay, I get it. But I canât go back in time and listen to you, so will you just drop it? Iâve had to listen to this all day. Youâre drivinâ me insane, sunshineâ.â
âWell, if you had listened to me, I wouldnât have kept bugging you about it, T.â
Itâs never been smooth sailing between you and Tyler. You get along most of the time, sure â you have to when youâre working together. But you also tend to butt heads more often than not. With both of you having studied meteorology, youâre the only two members of the team with formal training, which means you often have differing opinions on your interpretations of the weather and the forecasts.Â
You disagree with Tyler, he disagrees with you and the rest of the Wranglers watch on, both amused and irritated at the fact that the two of you just canât seem to work together sometimes. There are, of course, times when you can deal with it. But today⌠well, Boone had been glad to get out of the car at the end of the day and distance himself from the two of you.
He swears heâs not riding with you both tomorrow.
âIf I listen to you now, will you stop bugging me still?â Tyler looks at you.
With a scowl, you slam your laptop shut and hold it under your arm. âIf you listen to me tomorrow, then I might stop bugging you. I am not having another failed day chasing because of your inability to choose which storms to follow.â
Tyler sighs. âWhy do you always have to do things the hard way?â
You huff and walk away, heading back over to the rest of the team. You grab a drink out of the cooler and sit down on the tailgate of Tylerâs truck, sitting your laptop beside you. The other members of the team watch you cautiously, like youâre a brewing storm that could become a tornado at any moment.
âAnyone wanna take my spot in the truck tomorrow? Iâll ride elsewhere,â you offer.
Boone stares at you for a moment. âYou promise?â
You make a face at Boone and take a sip of your drink. âYes, I promise,â you say. âIâm sorry you had to listen to all that today. God, he just drives me up the wall sometimes. I donât know how he expects us to continue running this damn Youtube channel or get the research we need if we donât get the right storms to chase.â
âHey, no Tyler talk while youâre over here,â Dani pipes up. âThis is a safe zone.â
âSorry, sorry,â you mutter, lapsing into silence just as Dexter, Lily and Kate re-join the group, having headed upstairs to their rooms to refresh themselves before coming back down for dinner. You watch as Kate heads over to help Tyler out.
By the time the two of them bring dinner over to you, youâve managed to cool off a fair amount and are now discussing the forecast for tomorrow with Dexter, who is leant up against the truck, looking at your laptop over your shoulder.Â
âBurgers are ready,â Kate announces as they place the tray of them on the small camp table that someone had set up earlier in the evening. âWe worked real hard on them.â
Youâre surprised when Tyler picks up two paper plates, puts a burger on each of them and then walks over to you, handing one of them to you before taking the seat beside you on the tailgate.Â
âTruce?â He says, looking across at you. âIâm sorry âbout today, I mean it.â
Your lips quirk up into a smile. âYou promise you didnât poison my burger?â
Tyler chuckles. âNo, not unless Kate put something in there that I didnât see.â
âOkay, then. Truce,â you nod. âBut Iâm not riding with you tomorrow.â
He raises his eyebrows just as he takes a bite of his burger. It takes him a few moments to reply, refusing to speak with a mouth full of food â something his mother had instilled in him from a very young age. âWhat? Why? Youâre not still that mad at me, are you?â
âNo, I just need a change of scenery or Iâm worried Iâll run you off the road. I saw the way you got today when you got distracted cause I was arguing with you. Itâll be good for us to cool off and get a break from each other.â
From across the group, Boone adds âI think you just want to argue over the radio, actually. Thatâs what you mean by a change of scenery, isnât it?â His voice is teasing.
âFunny,â you narrow your eyes at him.
âYou can ride with me and Lily tomorrow,â Kate changes the subject ever so slightly. âBoone can ride with Tyler. Just like old times, right?â
You look at Tyler, expecting him to be happy with the idea of you riding with the others tomorrow so you donât bother him all day, but instead he looks concerned. His eyebrows are knotted together and the look on his face shows heâs displeased.Â
âTy?â
He blinks and the look disappears off of his face. âYeah, go for it. Boone and Iâll be right, hey buddy?â He raises his beer in a cheers to Boone, who does the same thing. âDonât miss me too much from the other car though.â
âMe, missing you? I think you should try not to miss me, T.â
Tyler grins. âEasier said than done, sunshine.â
The following morning it feels strange to be getting into a car thatâs not Tylerâs red truck. Itâs your usual mode of transport. Your seat is the passenger seat and it has been for most of the chases in the past, except for ones where footage was the primary purpose of the chase and not research.Â
Youâre just lifting your bag up into the trunk of Lilyâs car when Tyler swoops in behind you and helps you lift it â as if it weighed more than it actually did, as if you were actually having trouble with it. You turn around, eyebrows raised.Â
âMorninâ, sunshine,â Tyler grins. âHavenât had a sudden change of heart, I see?â
âNot happening,â you smile in return. âYouâll be fine without me. You and Boone will be able to catch up like old times. And donât worry, if we disagree on something, Iâll be sure to let you know about it over the radio anyway. I have Kate on my side today.â
Tyler laughs. âOh, double whammy. Iâm in danger today, arenât I?â
Kate appears from the other side of the car, putting her own bag in beside yours. She wraps an arm around your shoulders and shoots a smile at Tyler. âYouâre gonna regret letting her ride in a car other than yours today, Tyler. A day driving with Lily and I⌠sheâs gonna be a changed woman by the time she gets back in your truck tomorrow.â
âThatâs if I even want to get back in his truck, Kate.â
He stares at the two of you and then shakes his head and laughs to himself. âOkay, Iâm getting Boone and getting out of here before Lily shows up and you guys gang up on me even more,â he turns and heads for his truck. âDrive safe, all right?â
You and Kate both laugh, watching him as he walks towards his truck, Boone joining him on the way there. Dani and Dexter arenât far behind him, hopping into the van, and Lily comes bounding down the steps after them, her bag over her own shoulder.Â
âWe ready for today, ladies!?â She calls loudly from across the lot.Â
âLetâs do this!â Kate matches her energy.
You take the back seat, feeling incredibly out of place in the car as Lily starts the engine and follows the other two cars out of the parking lot, leaving the motel behind. Itâs smaller in this car compared to Tylerâs, and as you pull your laptop out of your bag and get the radar up on it to get another look at the storm youâd all chosen earlier in the morning, you wonder if you made the right choice.
Youâve been on the road for two hours, heading for a storm north of you when you look down at the radar again and see that itâs gotten smaller â not becoming the larger storm you were all hoping for and certainly not likely to produce a tornado. Itâs your job to reach up and grab the radio from between Lily and Kate in the front seats to inform the others.Â
âThe stormâs shrinking, I think we should pull into a gas station and regroup,â you tell the others through the radio, already preparing yourself for the response.
It comes through almost instantly. Tyler, laughing, then his voice: âWhat was that you were saying to me last night about listening to you? Guess youâre off your game, darlinâ.â
Kate grabs the radio off of you before you can say anything else. âOkay, we all chose this storm together, Tyler. Letâs not throw accusations around and not over the radio.âÂ
Youâre unaware that in the truck, Boone is telling Tyler off for the exact same thing.Â
âThanks, Kate,â you reach forward and squeeze her shoulder as she hands the radio back to you. âNext gas station, letâs pull in and we can all look at the radar together. I donât think weâre gonna get anything massive in the time it takes us to regroup.âÂ
âYou sure about that, sunshine?â Tylerâs voice comes through the radio again. âI donât know if we can trust your ability to forecast the weather anymââ His voice cuts off abruptly.
âSorry âbout him,â You hear Boone say shortly after. âWeâll see you at the gas station.â
You give the radio back to Kate and lean back in your seat, sighing as you look out the window at the blue sky and the clouds scattered around it. How could he have been perfectly tolerable last night during dinner, help you with your bag this morning and yet be so irritating? You hadnât even said anything to spur him on.Â
Itâs about an hour later by the time you reach the next gas station and youâre grateful when you can get out and stretch your legs. Lily and Kate both head for the bathroom while you head inside to order some drinks and food for the three of you. You donât bother to wait for Tyler when you see him hop out of his truck.Â
He makes his way up to you once youâre inside, waiting for your drinks to be made.
âHowâs the other car goinâ?â Tyler asks, nudging your shoulder gently.
You look at him, arms crossed over your chest, and look away, choosing to say nothing.
âCome on, sunshine. Youâre seriously ignoring me? Whereâs that fiery attitude of yours? Just cause youâre in another car doesnât mean you canât give me shit right back when I give it to you,â he tries.Â
But youâre not interested in the slightest. His words had been uncalled for â especially when youâd moved to another car in an attempt to diffuse the tension between the two of you, and heâd just brought it right back up.
The waitress slides the drinks over the counter and calls your name just as Lily and Kate exit the bathroom, heading straight for you.Â
âCan you guys watch my drink? I need to go grab my phone from the car,â you tell them.
Lily and Kate happily take your drink, moving to stand beside Tyler and make conversation with him as you head back outside to grab your phone. You donât really need it that badly, itâd be perfectly fine to leave in the car till you headed back outside anyway, but it was your way of getting out of a conversation with Tyler. Not that it really was much of a conversation anyway.
When your phone is in hand, you make no hurry to walk back inside the gas station. You make note of several other storm chasers in the parking lot and filling up their cars with gas. Itâs a popular stretch of road for chasers and you assume several of them had been chasing the same storm as you and had realised it was going to be a bust.
You almost bump into one of them as youâre heading back inside. You recognise him instantly. Heâs in one of the more well known teams, one of the Wranglers rivals and one of the many other groups of chasers that think you guys are just in it for the money you get from the Youtube videos rather than a genuine love of weather and chasing.
âWell, if it isnât my favourite Tornado Wrangler,â Xavier flashes a smile at you and holds the door open for you to enter, following in after you. âBit of tension in the group, I hear.â
You frown, unsure about his words meaning, when he continues.
âOne of my guys was switching frequencies in the van and got yours on accident. We, uh, we heard your little⌠disagreement with Owens,â he admits. âI promise we werenât listening in on purpose. Thatâs the last thing Iâd wanna do. But yâknow⌠open channels and all.â
You canât help but cringe at his words and let out an awkward laugh. âIâm sorry you had to hear that, Xavier. Itâs nothing a little time and a successful storm wonât fix, anyway. I think everyone in the chasing community knows Tyler and I butt heads nearly every day.âÂ
âButt heads? Honey, that sounded a lot more like an intentional insult to me.â
âNo,â you shake your head. âNo, Tyler wouldnât do that.â
Hearing that Xavier thought Tylerâs words were an insult is the kick you need to make you realise that they werenât. Tyler was the type to get on your nerves, that was true. But the type to intentionally insult you in an attempt to hurt your feelings? He would never do that.
Xavier gives you an unimpressed look. âListen, honey â we have a spot available in our team and itâs yours if you want it,â He reaches out and places a hand on your waist, almost making you flinch at the action. You resist the urge to hit his hand off. âYou have the degree to prove you know what youâre doing and I think we both know youâre wasting your time with the Wranglers. Especially proven that their leader seems to treat you like something on the bottom of his shoe⌠me, on the other hand, well⌠Iâd treat you better.â
You try your hardest to control your expression, not wanting to come across the wrong way or to make a scene in front of everyone in the gas station â your team, his team and the several other teams and general patrons all milling about and eating their mid-day feed. Even though you feel uncomfortable as all hell and would love nothing more than to deliver a swift punch to his nose and book it straight back out the door.Â
âListen, Xavier,â you take a step closer to him and almost cringe at the way his lips move up into a smile at your closer proximity. âI wouldnât join your team if it was the last storm chasing team on earth. If you think Iâm wasting my time with my team, I hate to think how much time Iâd waste on yours. Iâve seen how much time you spend looking in your car mirrors. If you didnât know, the tornadoes donât actually care how your hair looks.â You reach up and pat his chest condescendingly. âAnd if I hear you say one more bad word about Tyler Owens, Iâll make sure the whole chasing community knows about what happened here today, how you tried to come onto me just to get me to join your team. Trust me, it wonât end well for you.â
You donât waste anymore time in removing his hand from your waist and leaving him standing alone as you head back over to your group. Kate and Lily are watching you from right where you left them, though Tyler isnât with them anymore.Â
Kate hands you your drink. âYou all right? What the hell was that?â
âJust Xavier being an asshole,â you mutter, risking a look over your shoulder to see that heâs gone to join the rest of his group. You hope heâs seething and embarrassed by your words. âI dealt with him though.âÂ
You canât shake the uncomfortable feeling still running through your body, though. You try and take a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. It doesnât work, really only making you feel more jittery and strange.Â
âIâm gonna go wait out at the car, when you guys are all done we can check the radar together and decide where to go from here, all right? You guys can tell the others?â You ask.
Kate nods. âYeah, course. You sure youâre okay, though?â
You look between her and Lily, noticing the worried looks on their faces, and try and put a smile on your own face to stop them from worrying so much. âYeah, I promise. Itâs just packed to the brim in here and I wanna get some fresh air after all the driving.â
You can feel Kate and Lilyâs eyes on you as you leave, coming out the door youâd only just come inside through. You make a beeline straight to the car, taking a deep breath, grateful for the cool breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun above you. The uncomfortable feeling starts to fade as you open the door to the car and climb up, putting your coffee in the cup holder and leaving your feet hanging out the door as you start to scroll on your phone to distract yourself.Â
Itâs only a few minutes later when someone stands in the way of the sun and casts a shadow over you. You blink up to meet Tylerâs eyes. He stands in the doorway of the truck, a hand on his hip.
âAlready scouting a new group to join cause of me, are you?â He starts, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. âI go to the bathroom for two minutes and come out to see you and freakinâ Xavier all close? When the hell did that happen?â
You let out a huff and squeeze your eyes shut. âSeriously, T, can you not do this right now?â
Tyler shakes his head. âI wasnât trying to insult you over the radio, sunshine. Usually, you give it right back to me, so thatâs what I was expecting, and I know I took it too far â Boone said as much after we put the radio down. I really am sorry about it.â
You open your mouth to tell him itâs all right, that you accept his apology, but he continues speaking, cutting you off and making you glad you never got a chance to actually speak.
âBut out of everyone, I see you flirting with Xavier? I mean, come on.â
âI wasnât flirtingââ
âSure as hell looked that way to me,â he huffs. âYou two were all touchy. I saw it.â
You take a deep breath and move to stand up, forcing him to move out of your way. You close the car door behind you and turn to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. You are not going to have this argument like this.Â
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think you were jealous, Tyler.â
Tyler doesnât hesitate before he replies. âWell, thatâs cause I am.â
For the first time since youâve known Tyler Owens, youâre lost for words. You open your mouth once, twice, unable to come up with anything to say to him. It seems Tyler is the same, just staring at you, his eyes ever so slightly wide.Â
âThen⌠then youâre jealous for all the wrong reasons,â you manage.
You should be saying something else â teasing him, getting on his nerves, but your short response is all you can get out and itâs nothing like your usual tone when you talk to Tyler.
He frowns. âWhy is that?â
You clear your throat. âCause he was the one coming onto me, telling me to join his team and talking shit about you, and I was the one telling him not to talk shit about you and not to put his hands on me, like he thought he could clearly do without consent.â
As soon as you finish speaking, you regret your words only because of the look that crosses over Tylerâs face. He glances over your shoulder towards the gas station where you assume Xavier and his team still are.Â
âThat piece of shit,â Tyler mutters, and then heâs moving.
Youâre quick to react, hurrying after him and reaching out to grab his arm and attempt to tug him to a stop. It doesnât work the first time, but the second time it does. âTyler, stop. You going in there is not going to help anything, itâs just going to make things worse.â
Tyler turns to look at you and youâve never seen him look so mad before.Â
âYouâre telling me that guy put his hands on you and tried to come onto you and you donât want me to go and give him a piece of my mind? Sunshine, he deserves worse than what I can do to him, but Iâll do my best,â he says.
You donât miss the fact that Tyler manoeuvres your grip on his arm to take your hand in his instead, weaving his fingers in-between yours and giving your hand a squeeze. Â
âIâm saying that I already gave him a piece of my mind, T, and I threatened that Iâd tell everyone about what he did if he said anything bad about you again,â you explain.Â
âI donât care if he says anything about me, but the fact that he did that to you⌠everyone already deserves to know what a piece of shit he is,â Tyler seethes.Â
You squeeze his hand, then. âIâm sure theyâll find out one of these days, but not today, T, please. I just wanted to come out here and get some fresh air and try and forget what happened.â
Tyler takes a breath and then takes a step towards you, away from the gas station. âDo you want company or do you want me to go back inside and tell the others to hang back inside a while?â
âYouâd do that?â
He laughs softly. âHave the last few minutes not shown you that Iâd do pretty much anything for you, sunshine? And last night? The last thing I wanted was for you to ride with someone else other than me, but I could tell itâs what you wanted, so I didnât fight you on it.â
âAnd what you said over the radio this morning?â
âI missed you and the way you always disagree with me. I just acted on it the wrong way.â
âYeah,â you nod your head. âYou were a real asshole.â
Tylerâs face breaks out into a grin. âNot gonna disagree with you on that one.â
You stare up at him for a moment, honestly surprised at how quickly things had changed between you. Only minutes ago, Tyler was mad at you, then he was mad at Xavier and now he was standing here, smiling at you like you were as bright as the sun. His nickname was fitting for you, you suppose.
âWill you just come and stay with me for a bit? Till whenever the others come out?â You ask, nodding your head back towards the car where youâd been sitting before.
Tyler nods. âI have one condition, though.â
âName it.â
âYou sit in my truck instead, and you come back and ride with me in it again.â
You canât keep the smile off your face. âThatâs two conditions, actually, T.â
âAnd you didnât say no to either of them,â Tyler smiles. âCome on, sunshine.â
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18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, best friend! Eddie, friends to lovers, mentions of bodily injury, mentions of masturbation (m), oral sex(m)
Summary: Eddie hurts his dick and as his best friend, you decide to help him ease his pain.
WC: 3K
A/N: I am so tickled by the idea of Eddie wrecking his cock and balls on accident so I had to write about it and wedge in some spice as well. Enjoy!
When Eddie had told you he wasn't feeling well enough to hangout tonight he should have realized that someone like you, caring and loyal almost to a fault, would take it upon themselves to help in any way they could, showing up at his trailer a few hours later with dinner and a zipper pouch full of medicine he might need.
"Ding dong, I'm here to take care of you, Munson", you'd gleamed at him playfully.
It was no secret that he didn't take the best care of himself whenever he was under the weather. Eddie was known for skipping his meds and spending most of the day swathed in a cocoon made of blankets, emerging hours later to pad into the kitchenette where he'd nibble at cold, leftover takeout before weakly traipsing back to bed.
So, when you showed up at his front door with your arms wound around a thermos full of homemade chicken soup and a Tupperware container warm with baked salmon, he should have felt happy. He should have felt grateful for the trouble you'd gone through just to make sure that he ate well and was looked after while he was on his own but instead, all he felt was the sharp, piercing sting of guilt.
The thing was, Eddie wasn't really sick.
He wasn't running a fever like he'd claimed over the phone. He'd purposely hidden the real reason why he couldn't come over to your place and watch a movie like the two of you had planned because well, he was embarrassed.
The truth was, Eddie couldn't come hangout because his dick and balls were killing him.
It had happened last night.
He'd been spread out on the couch while Wayne was away, dressed only in a pair of boxers snug around his hips with a movie playing on TV to keep him entertained throughout the night.
As usual, a blunt was held between his plush lips for most of the evening too, a bottle of jack by his feet which he'd pick up and gulp from time to time.
The combination of alcohol and the weed served a particular purpose that night â helping to make the tooth achingly bad acting in Zombie Lake more tolerable, a movie he'd picked solely for the gratuitous nudity.
Forty minutes of naked, unsuspecting women wading in zombie infested waters later and he was more than a little strung out at that point, rendered blissfully languid while he lay slumped against the couch.
Eddie had picked that moment to reach for the whiskey with his bloodshot, half lidded eyes still plastered on the TV screen, missing twice before he managed to pick it up with light fingers.
Bringing the three quarters full bottle up to his lips for another swig, that was when the booze slipped out of his loose grip, too high to react quickly enough and catch it before it was too late.
With his thighs spread far apart, the full weight of the bottle landed directly on his crotch, the pain shooting from between his legs like daggers, enough to make him feel like the air had been kicked right out of his lungs.
The carpet and couch soaked up most of the spilled whiskey, the nearly empty bottle lying on its side on the floor while Eddie couldn't do much but cup both hands over his junk and curl into himself, trying to grunt, groan and hiss through the pain as tears brewed in his eyes.
Now, it's almost been a full 24 hours since the incident happened but his dick's still super sore from the impact. And to make matters worse his balls are blue in more ways than one.
See, Eddie's got the kind of sex drive that had him jacking off at least twice a day to keep himself sane but now thanks to his injury, he's already feeling pent up, unable to tug his swollen cock and give himself that much needed release.
So, though your outfit isn't provocative, it's still you, his best friend whom he's harbored less than platonic feelings for so of course your denim shorts and your tank top are making him want to act up, the swirling desire at the base of his stomach burning even hotter with the way you're taking care of him, showing him a level of concern no one else has before.
It isn't fair, he thinks, having to sit across from you on the couch while he tries to fight off the growing ache in his cock, tries to will his sore member soft for the sake of your friendship as well as curbing his own pain.
You're yet to notice his dilemma though, rummaging through your bag while Eddie tries not to let the scent of your body wash trigger flashes of you sitting in your bath tub with your bare tits above water, all wet and soapy with your nipples all hard and the bubbles trailing between your cleavage andâ
"Shit", he hisses when a twinge of pain flares as his dick starts to twitch in his sweats.
"Everything okay, Eds?", you look up from your bag when you hear it but he's quick to wipe the grimace from his face, faking his best smile at you.
"All good. So, what are we doing next?"
He's relieved when he watches your soft smile slowly return to your face, the kind that reaches your eyes and curves your lips in that way that makes him want to reach out and cup your cheek, running his thumb over your soft skin before he tells you how pretty he thinks you are.
"How about casual sex?", you ask, all chipper.
"âŚwhat?"
In an instant Eddie's whole body alternates between flashes of frigid cold and scorching hot. Had he heard you right? were youâŚoffering? fuck, his dick is throbbing so bad in his sweats right now.
You dive your hand back into your bag, pulling out a VHS tape and holding it out for Eddie to see.
"Figured a comedy would be for the best", you waved the tape in his gawking face, his stomach somersaulting when he reads the title. Of all the movies you could have picked, you just had to go pick the one called Casual Sex? didn't you?
"Plus, I know how much you like Lea Thompson so I figured this would be a good pick", you smiled sweetly at him, tapping a finger over the actress pictured on the cover.
Another sharp prick of guilt and another dull ache radiates in Eddie's crotch because his mind's being especially cruel to him right now, dredging up unwanted memories of the time he wore out a copy of Howard the Duck by beating his meat to Lea Thompson's scenes all day and night.
"Uh, got anything else?", he croaks, clearing his throat when you narrow your eyes at him a little suspiciously.
After a little back and forth, the two of you end up watching The Thing to Eddie's relief. Nothing there that might trigger a boner except the couple of times you squealed adorably when Kurt Russell popped up on screen, kicking your feet and hugging your knees to your chest, inadvertently making your cleavage more noticeable over the neckline of your tank top.
Eddie's able to ignore it for the most part, that was until you offered to help clean up a little once the movie was over, bending over in your denim shorts to gather the empty soda cans sitting on the table in front of the couch.
Despite the alarm bells echoing in his head, he can't seem to help it, eyes trailing up the back of your smooth, bare thighs, settling on your ass and the way he can just about make out a peek of your cheeks now that your shorts have ridden up high.
Oh shit.
Up until now you'd been pretty pert all night but when you turn around, you're instantly startled by the look on Eddie's face, all twisted up and pinched as he presses a cushion into his lap and begins to wince.
"Eddie, what's wrong?", you set the cans aside, dropping back down on to the couch beside him.
Yet another flash of pain courses through him when he catches sight of the way your breasts bounce in your tank top when you take a seat. Jesus, this wasn't going to be easy, was it?
Eddie tries to mask it but you can read the pain there easily, especially when you're so close to him now, close enough that your shoulder brushes against his bicep.
"Eddie please, you can tell me. What's wrong?"
If there was a way out of this without having to admit the truth, without having to tell you how he'd given a whole new meaning to the term whiskey dick, he couldn't seem to find it, feeling helpless as he crumbles under the weight of your concerned, round-eyed stare.
"I lied, okay? I'm not sick, I justâŚ"
Insides twisting, he has to squeeze his eyes shut the moment he sees the confusion register on your face, the way your eyebrows draw together and your eyes narrow. It's too much for him to handle and it all comes flooding out at once.
"I dropped a bottle of whiskey on my dick last night and now the damn thing's killing me because you look soâ uh. Fuck. You look soâŚlike, this and it's justâ it's a lot"
Daring to open his eyes again, he finds that your own eyes have gone understandably wide, your lips slightly parted too and he hates himself for thinking how badly he'd like to slip his fingers between them and watch you suck.
"Oh. So like, is itâ are you hurt badly?", you break the silence after a few seconds of processing his word vomit, blinking up at Eddie like you're fascinated to learn more about his injured cock.
"I mean, I don't think it's anything I need to go to hospital over but yeah. Hurts a lot", he replies a little sheepishly, a side of Eddie you don't see very often because he's far and away from the shy type that's for sure.
"Like when you get hard?", you tilt your head to the side curiously.
Eddie blinks back at you when you say it, clearly taken aback by how casually you're treating this whole situation after how hard he'd tried to hide it but he manages to answer you with a slow nod.
He shivers next when suddenly you drop your gaze to the cushion he's got pressed over his aching boner. "Hm⌠itâs probably not going to go away anytime soon either, huh? we should do something about that", you suggest thoughtfully.
In that moment, all he can do is look at you in disbelief, sweat beading at his temple and his fingers trembling on top of the cushion. This couldn't really be happening, could it? His best friend since, forever, offering to get him off?
Eyes drifting up to his once more, you lean a little closer, voice dropping down to a whisper. "I could help you", you offer, tentatively placing your hand on Eddie's knee. "Only if you want me to."
Adams apple bobbing, it hurts Eddie when he swallows, finding his throat's turned dry and tight in the last few seconds.
"Seriously? you'd actually do that? um, are you sure?"
You bite back a laugh because the look on his face is nothing short of adorable, all wide eyed and eager like a puppy awaiting a treat.
"Well, you could sit here with your bruised dick and keep whimpering like a baby or you could let me make you feel better. What's it going to be, Eds?", you quirk up an eyebrow at him at the same time the corner of your mouth picks up into a playful smirk.
"The second one please", he answers quickly, his cheeks flooding with so much color you kind of want to pinch them and tease him about how cute he looks right now.
"Thought so."
Smiling, you pick yourself up off the couch, carefully lowering yourself to kneel between Eddie's legs when you place your hands on his knees and gently encourage him to spread them apart.
He's quick to help you when you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants next, carefully pulling both it and his boxers down to finally free his cock.
For both of you, it's surreal being in this position â Eddie with his cock out, all hard and throbbing for you and you wedged perfectly between his legs like a puzzle piece he'd been searching for all his life.
You have to take a few seconds to admire it; the way the length of him blushes red and curves up towards his belly, the way the many veins wrap around his thickness and the dark, wiry thatch of hair at his base, untrimmed and full. Just how you'd always imagined based on how wild Eddie kept the hair on his head.
Eyes trailing lower, you have to resist the urge to palm his balls to keep from possible hurting him. You want to feel the weight of them in your hand though because you can't help but think they look so full and that makes you feel sorry for Eddie and how he'd had to deal with that discomfort all day.
The thought has you pushing your lips out into a sympathetic little pout, hand reaching out to finally touch him. Gently, you use your fingers to pull back his soft foreskin, leaning forward and parting your lips to delicately kitten lick at his red, leaking tip, keeping your eyes fixed on his face for any signs of discomfort.
You're pleased to find none, chest blooming with pride as you watch complete bliss wash over Eddie's face, swirling your tongue gently and collecting beads of precum when you hear him sigh and moan with relief.
"Oh my god, that's â that's really fucking good. Please keep going", he whines unabashedly because that persistent ache that's been troubling him since last night is being soothed so fucking well by your eager tongue. At this point he doesn't even care what kind of sounds you might pull out of him, desperate to feel more of your touch.
"Don't think I'm gonna last long", he gulps when you blink up at him with your pretty lips wrapped around his tip. "Your mouth feels too good."
His words make your confidence rise like steadily billowing smoke. "You don't need to", you tell him truthfully. "I just want to make you feel better", pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his smooth head, loving the way his breath stutters when you do it and the feeling of his sticky precum coating your lips in a shiny film. Like he's marking you..
As you continue, you refrain from using your hands while you pleasure him, keeping them pressed flat against his inner thighs, using only your mouth to kiss and lick up and down his rigid shaft as your nose nudges against it softly, returning to suckle at his tip from time to time.
It's easy to tell how badly Eddie must have needed this because he's unravelling so quickly under your touch as he throws his head back against the couch, his hands balled into fists by his sides while he whimpers about how well you're doing.
He's so pretty like this with his neck bared to you but you miss his gaze, removing your swelling lips from his cock to coax him back. "Don't hold back with me, Teddie. Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you", you coo earnestly.
Lifting his cloudy head to look down at you, it's Eddie's turn to surprise you when he brings one hand up to brush back a few strands of hair that'd gotten stuck to your damp cheek, a brief moment of tenderness that makes the butterflies resting in the depths of your stomach wake and beat their wings.
"Could you go a little lower?", he asks you, chest heaving and lips slightly pink from biting.
"Want me to lick your balls?", you try to clarify.
That makes him chuckle, a sweet, airy sound that makes you feel like there's sunlight spilling through the spaces between your ribs, filling up your whole chest with pleasant warmth.
"When d'you start talking like this, huh? Y' got such a dirty mouth on you, sweetheart", he teases you lightly, pulling his hand back so you can get back to working him.
You simply smile against his shaft in reply, feigning coy and innocence while trailing kisses lower and lower until you reach the seam of his balls. Placing your warm tongue flat against it, you draw it up slowly, wetting his heated skin before pressing more kisses against his sack, giggling when the hair there starts to tickle your lips.
"Think you can handle it if I take you in my throat? I'll go slow, I promise", you speak up from between his legs.
Given how often he's pumped his cock to the very thought of you throating him, Eddie nearly trips over himself trying to find the words to answer.
"Holy shit, yes please", he manages to let out with a strained groan.
That's all you needed to hear before you're taking him into your mouth again, bobbing up and down a few times slowly, careful not to let your teeth scrape his sensitive skin before you bob deeper and let him reach the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex and making your throat close around him nice and tight.
"Babyâ baby, fuck I'm going to cum", he gasps, hips jerking, eyes squeezing shut.
And that's all the warning he can manage to give you before he's spilling down your throat, thick, creamy ropes of it which you swallow down eagerly and as best as you can.
Most of it slides down the warm, wet contracting walls of your throat but you realize just how pent-up Eddie must have been when your cheeks puff out a little with a generous amount of his cum that you couldn't manage to gulp down fast enough, pulling off of Eddie's softening cock with a mouthful of spend sitting warm on your tongue, coating the insides of your cheeks.
Sitting there on your knees while Eddie pants and recuperates, a deeply curious part of you has you swishing his cum in your mouth, savoring the distinct, tangy taste of him before you part your lips and let him look inside.
Exhausted but entirely amazed, he gawks at you and the viscous mess of spit and semen in your mouth, tempted to stick his own tongue in there and taste himself on you before you press your swollen lips back together and promptly swallow, a beaming smile breaking out on your face.
"See? told you I'd take care of you."
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seventy-six percent
description: your boyfriend hasnât fucked you in weeks and youâre tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!
paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!
contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v
w.c: 1.1k
|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.
âcmon, fred, please? itâs been weeks. iâd do it for you, you know?" youâd said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you donât know why or whatâs gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldnât encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.
although, now that you really think about it, it mightâve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that youâd probably last longer than him without sex.
you lied.
youâre growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but itâs not the same; itâs not him. you canât put up.
âyouâre absolutely nuts if you think iâm going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!â fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. âyou think you know a gal,â he tutted, shaking his head.
youâd pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. âiâll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and georgeâs pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.â youâd said with a pout.
âhow about covering the cost of my funeral?â heâd deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, youâd thought. i guess iâll have toâŚ
âfine! iâll do yours and georgeâs homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesnât do anything rash.â you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least youâll finally get some dick.
fredâs lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!â he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.
youâd sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. itâll be worth it, you told yourself.
this might, hands down. be the best youâve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.
you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldnât cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!
after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.
fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.
âmadam?â heâd said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.
âno, but really. you do look good. iâd say thereâs a great probability youâre getting laid tonight, with my help especially.â heâd said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.
âa girl can hope!â youâd whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.
âthis is ridiculous!â you whisper-yelled into fredâs ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadnât seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing togetherânothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still havenât seen theo.
âi know, youâd think heâd show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.
theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol heâd had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldnât even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasleyâs ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? thatâs enough.
theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.
âyouâre coming with me,â heâd said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, youâd said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadnât even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. heâll be just fine. he did his duty, and youâll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.
âfuck, theo.â you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.
âyou like that? or would you rather have fredâs cock pounding into you like this? huh?â theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.
ânoâ no no theo baby please. just you, only you.â youâd babble, hating the feeling of emptiness heâd left you with.
theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. âthatâs what i thought.â
all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.
you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. youâd managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonnaââ
âcum, cara mia. on my cock, baby.â theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.
âtheo!â youâd screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.
god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.
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THE MAKING OF A MRS.
đď¸ LESSON 1: BECOMING MRS. QIN
shackled to sylus and stuck in the N109 zone and with no way of leaving until you figure out how to remove the aether core bond between the two of you, you take up his offer (and begrudging help) to try and blend in with his high-stakes, high-rewards life. how? by learning struggling to be his wife
Ἅᥠfem!reader, arranged marriage, slow burn, contract marriage, fluff, crack, we stress sylus out so badly....
Ἅᥠdawn says: hehe im so EXCITED to share this like u have no idea </3 fluff/crack for arranged marriage is something i've always wanted to explore and this idea is perfect to take a dive in 𼚠i hope u all loved this as much as i had fun writing it <3 ps: no steamy parts... yet đŤŁ
⢠ËËË main directory | lesson 2
âWhat do you mean I should chop off my hand?âÂ
Your seething and refusal to submit to his suggestion draws the first pulse of a migraine in Sylusâ right temple.Â
Taking refuge back in his mansion after the Salon Hotel explosion, his face is pale amidst the black upholstery, though his grimace never falters. The air is ripe with tension, and you try for the umpteenth time to free your wrist from the morose reality of being shackled to one dangerous and trigger happy Onychinus leader.
You can tell he isnât exactly thrilled by this new development as well, his jaw tight and ruby eyes flickering to your face, simmering with irritation.
But, he tempers down his vexation, preferring to think forward.
As a marked man since time immemorial, heâs never had the privilege to sit around and revel in misery; always working one step forward on the chess board while he peels his glinting eyes towards the bigger picture.
And right now, there is only one variable he can foresee until this little mess gets sorted.
Sylusâ lips curl into a smirk, and you can tell he has a potentially life threatening idea brewing in that sick mind of his. As much as you try to figure it out, predicting his behavior is out of your reach. One could never tell where a flame was going to fall and explode into a blaze.
âWe will stay here and figure it out,â he promises. âIn the meantime, I want to strike a deal.â
Your scowl is adorable, if a little uncalled for in a moment like this. When Sylus told you the both of you were more alike than you would think, he never anticipated actually having to be in your vicinity 24/7.Â
âDo not show your claws to me like that, kitten,â he mutters curtly. âIt was not I who was hellbent on locating the Aether core.â
Your glare gives way to confusion when he stands, tugging you along for the ride.
âHeyâwhere are we going?â
You huff and try to keep up with him, your right hand dangling limply in front of you as you struggle to match his longer strides.
Sylus doesnât reply, his gaze locked in the front, mind a million miles away.
You donât open your mouth again, not sure what to expect when he leads you right into his office. There, on his desk, is a stack of papers, and you have no choice but to hover beside him as he takes out what looks like a declaration form.
Squinting, you try to make out the words, but from your vantage point thatâs blocked by the back of his head leaning absurdly close to the document, you can hardly tell what heâs scribbling.
âAs it is, the N109 Zone is already a dangerous place for its civilians and made even worse for a Linkon citizen to be caught here.â He stands, tucking the paper into his coat pocket. The sudden movement inadvertently tugs you forward so your chest brushes against his sternum. Locks of frosty white hair fall into his face, tips brushing the highest points of his cheekbones.
You tear your eyes away, clearing your throat. âAnd?â
You wait for him to continue. Sylus doesnât.
Instead, he heaves in a deep breath, and you raise your head, thrown off guard by the sheen of pain in his eyes. They waver upon you with such a lonesome, tragic veneer you think heâs about to announce his departure from this world.
Notâ
âIn order to keep you and my interests safe, we have to concoct a plausible story for everyone to believe. Having you constantly around me is not only a liability, but people will start to conspire.â He exhales a deep sigh. âWhich is why I have drafted a document to bind us together in marriage for the remainder of your... unfortunate stay here in the N109 Zone.â
His words trickle with condescension, though youâre completely hung up on the singular one which makes you pause and double back.
âWhat?â Youâre all but shrieking. âSylus, are you saying youâre going to make me marry you?â
He winces slightly at the sharpness of your trill. Sighing, he brushes an invisible piece of lint from his shoulder, looking unimpressed.
âWhat I am saying, little hunter,â his lips curl into a sardonic smirk. âIs that until we figure out how to overcome this minor inconvenience togetherââ Sylus lifts his left hand, purposely dangling your right hand in his face much to your squawk of dismay that barely fazes him. âWe have to prove our marriage is believable. Or else, you and I will suffer the consequences.â
He mutters those words with such finality, itâs hard not to envision guns hidden right in the shadows, their barrels trained right on your susceptible foreheads.
You shiver and donât speak for a moment. Sylus drops his hand, stepping back until the invisible shackle canât allow anymore give, gracefully providing you some personal space to work through this grave solution.
âSay I agreeââ
âThere is no room for objection,â he interjects firmly. âWe have no other choice, kitten.â
Your mouth thins, a line of discomposure that he doesnât miss. Itâs not that you donât agree with his idea, itâs just the execution would possibly squeeze all the sanity out of you.
You donât know Sylus. You canât trust yourself to handle such a dangerous man. Perhaps, death would be a kinder alternative than navigating such baffling terrains with a man who for all intents and purposes, has just tried to blow you up a few hours ago.Â
He sighs, as if reading your mind. âSuch an arrangement is unconventional. But, in order to make this work, we would need a few ground rules here.âÂ
Sylus starts before you can interrupt him.
âWe will have a safeword to signal when either of usâmost likely youâis in danger. I vouch for âbulletâ.â
Despite the horrors of this situation, you manage a snort. âI canât take that word seriouslyâknowing you, a gun will always be in the picture.â
His expression twists with something akin to humor. Sylus arranges it back into neutral waters, gazing at you with a look of veiled curiosity. âAlright then, you smart little cookie. What would you suggest?â
You tap on the tip of your nose to think, going back and forth until you settle on something innocuous yet also obvious.
ââGutsâ,â you finally murmur. He raises a brow.Â
âSo, âbulletsâ is out of the question, but somehow, âgutsâ make perfect sense? Are you desperately pinning all your hopes on me to never mutilate a body?â
The mental image of Sylus covered in gore up to his arms while youâre still cuffed helplessly next to him, makes you shiver.
âThen, have you ever considered not mutilating someone while Iâm shackled to you?âÂ
He pauses for a moment longer than necessary. âFine,â the white-haired devil finally agrees. âYou're dreadfully boring, kitten. But, I concede. No mutilating people while we're shackled together. Next.â Sylus clears his throat, and makes to cross his arms, but that just draws you closer to him, your feet stumbling forward.
Frowning, he drops them, tilting his head back with a godawful deep sigh.
âBed,â he says past gritted teeth. âAnd bathroom requirements. I would personally prefer for us not to be within an armsâ reach while weâre doing our business.â
The mental image of him hunched over the toilet bowl, face all scrunched up as heâs suffering from morning bowel movements while youâre there, uncomfortably in the background, makes it impossible to stifle a giggle.Â
âOh, so you think that is funny?â He arches his brow again. âWhat if you had an emergency, hmm? Would you still be this mirthful if you knew that I know what your⌠excretions⌠sound like?â
The fact that a foreboding, tall and dangerous man like Sylus Qin has just uttered the word âexcretionsâ in a sentence makes it impossible for you to contain your laughter. You double over, wiping tears from your eyes; he probably thinks youâve already lost it.
Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly repressing the trauma such a mental image branded into him, and forces himself to move on.Â
âWhen we pretend to be husband and wife, our proximity would make sense. We could go into bathrooms togetherâsleep together. No one will know theââ
âWait,â your composure returns after being doused with that shocking cold news. âA-are you saying we have to sleep on the same bed?âÂ
Sylus looks at you like you're a toddler who was asked to stop chewing dirt. âUnless you have a cheap parlour trick to physically regenerate your hand after chopping it off, then, yes,â he answers curtly. âWe have to share a bedâisn't it wonderful?"
The bathroom is one thingâsuch gross indecencies barely phase you after months of being forced to sleep in a cramped dorm room with over 20 other female Hunter trainees. Itâs the idea of your bedâyour oasisâbeing tainted by his presence that pushes your nerves into overdrive.
You can hardly trust a knife to him without imagining it stuck somewhere in someoneâs ribs, much less your vulnerable state while you were asleep.
The energy chain hums between you two, seeming to pick up on your despair.
Sylus purses his lips. âLook, kitten. I myself am hardly a fan of this arrangement. However, certain measures need to be taken to make things easy and as pain-free as possible for the both of us. We have to accept that weâre no longer individuals, but a team.âÂ
He steamrolls past your protests, shushing you with his next words. âAn unconventional team of four feet, four limbs, two brains. Four eyes. We are not two peopleâbut one. The sooner you accept it, sweetie, the faster we can resolve this problem. Do you understand me?â
Thereâs nothing else you can add or subtract without taking away the shittiness of this situationâyouâre locked in with him, for better or for worse.
âOkay,â you muster enough courage to mutter. âFour feet, four limbs, two brains, four eyes. Got it.â
Sylus gives a nod, moving briskly into business.
âThe first thing we shall do is thisââÂ
He removes the earlier document from his coat pocket, smoothing it out onto the large blackwood desk so you can read it. âThese are the terms and conditions of a standard N109 Zone wedding. Unlike the tedious traditions of Linkon, there are no witnesses needed here. No tea ceremony, either. In fact, as proof of how easy it is, we can commence to be wedded right here and now. All you need to do is sign here and here, and weâre done.â
Sylus has already scrawled his signature under the agreement, and right underneath it, an empty dotted line yawns, waiting for your consent.
A pen materializes right by your hand. The dark mist of his Evol is cold when it brushes against your skin, retreating after procuring your one-way ticket to hell.
You pick it up, pulling back on the energy bond so you can use your dominant hand to sign this damning agreement.Â
One loop. A scratch.
And itâs done.
It's a mockery of your wildest imagination.Â
You're now a married woman, and next to you, looking forlorn and cross, is your brand new husband.
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Remnants
PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You got hurt and Simon finds out.
WORD COUNT: 1.0k
TW: bruises, slight angst. reader missing simon. also fluff think that's it. lmk if i missed any. also poorly edited and not proofread. mind the english!đ¤â¨đ¤
A/N: this is so self indulgent. embarrassing how much time it took to get out because i've had this idea for two weeks now. anyway enjoy!đ
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Laying in bed until it was late was part of your daily routine when Simon was off on deployment. Too tired to even get up when he wasn't around to wake you at 7:00 a.m.
He was a morning person unlike you.
You remember the days he would drag you against him by the waist mumbling something about being too late to be in bed, to which you had groggily bit back and slapped his arm in a playful manner. Then he would be gone for months, leaving nothing but an empty bed and the absence of his deep voice to fill your ears. Feeling that made your eyes well with tears and your heart ache. What if I don't see him again? What if that was the last time I ever felt his touch?
Shaking your head you pull yourself out of the comfort of your shared bed, taking a quick bath before preparing yourself a nice breakfast.
Winter is starting to settle in and your favorite thing to wear is his black hoodie. The one that swallows you entirely. It smells like him, it's almost like being embraced by him.
"Come on don't cry now." rubbing your eyes with the hem of the sleeves. Traitorous, salty droplets spilling down. "Jesus." Taking a deep breath you calm yourself and the ache gradually stops.
The kitchen is somewhat cold despite the heater turned on. You watch as the coffee brews âthe one he dislikesâ you smile again although small. Barely a quirk of your lips at the thought of him looking intently at you as you take a sip and offer him one.
'Bloody incorrigible.' He had muttered.
But you had seen him smiling that day as well, as different as you both were from one another, the love you two held couldn't be denied, nor broken.
That's why when the front door creaks open your eyes widen, legs moving faster than your brain can register. Socked feet dragging across the wooden floor nearly slipping. Simon stands stall, the door closing behind him as he lowers the black duffel bag on the floor.
"Are you really back?" Your lower lip trembles, the emotion too heavy to hold it back.
"Come here, love." You lunge forward, collapsing against his body. Simon's quick to catch you with strong arms holding you. Bodies pressed together. He can finally let himself breathe. The smell of your home, the smell of that awful coffee you love, the aroma of your shampoo and perfume that drives him absolutely crazy. He pulls his mask off and his mouth is soon against your soft lips. Oh how he missed you. He missed this, his girl softly caressing his face standing on your tiptoes. Simon grumbled, when he feels the air shift and you pull back, his brown eyes glimmer with devotion.
"Don't worry there's tea for you. Plenty. I made sure of that for when you returned." He inhales deeply, kissing you once again on the forehead. Taking his hand you lead him to the kitchen to serve both the breakfast you've been working on. "How are the boys?" You ask taking two mugs out of the top cabinet.
"A bit more scarred than before but they're good." He comes behind you lingering close âtoo closeâ to your back. "Price wants a reunion. Told him I'd let you decide."
"You already know I'll say yes." He hums watching you pour some water in the kettle and waiting for it to boil. "Black or chamomile?"
"Black." You try to move around as much as you can with him caging you from behind. Giggling when he once again kisses you on the temple. "Alright, let me see you again..."
Simon grabs you by the forearm it's not hard, it's gentle but firm. Firm enough to hurt your neglected limb. You shriek, a loud 'no' leaves your lips as you stumble back and away from him, soothing the place where he had touched you. It hurt so much but you quickly regret your reaction knowing it'd spark something within him.
Simon's eyes go wide, then his brows furrow so hard you can see the small line that could leave a permanent mark on his forehead.
"What was that?" He growled. The distance you put between you and him is cut off by his long strides.
"It's nothing, I- I swear." You trail off, searching for an explanation. But he's smart and he won't let this pass.
Few things could make him lose his temper, you lying about your wellbeing was one of the top on the list.
"Show me." He demands and the way his eyes pierce through every part of you leaves no room for discussion.
Rolling up your sleeves you hold out your forearms. Simon's jaw clenches so hard you're certain he's cracked some of his teeth. Eyes set on your damaged limb; red and purple bruises on your skin. They're so fucking big and he has to remember how to breathe and control his emotions. "How?" His eyes shot back to yours, awaiting.
"I promise it's not what you're thinking Simon."
"Don't give me that. I asked you a question." he takes one of them careful not to press too hard as he brushes his thumb over one of them. Fucking hell. It's swollen.
"Just work Simon. I had to carry big boxes and you know I'm not that strong, that's it. So stop thinking the worst, yeah?"
Sighing he lets go of your arm, the anger slowly ebbs and he feels fucking tired. He thought the worst. No one could blame him, it was in his DNA.
"Next time let me know beforehand, bloody hell love."
You give him a quick hug.
"I still might have to have a talk with your cunt boss."
You snort.
"No you won't." You declare, motioning for him to follow back. "Tea's ready."
Oh, but he would definitely pay him a visit.
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sincerely yours. (10)
âł gojou satoru/reader
when a twist of fate led their marriage to the path of a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.Â
genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+Â
tags/warnings. depression, intoxication, trauma, implied suicide attempt, toxic relationships,
notes. important announcement ! as you all know, this series has always had an extensive approach into detailing the events in its side stories (ie. sera x sukuna x naoya, yuuji x megumi, maki x yuuta x miwa, etc), but while writing the chapters, the word count and the plot building had become too exhausting for me to produce consistently, esp with the amount of scenes and side stories i was introducing to the story, so i've decided it's best for me to stick to the main characters, reader & gojo, and will only add side stories as necessary. this really hurts me knowing that i can't achieve the level of comprehensive writing and world building that i did for sincerely not, but i really want to finish sy as soon as possible and removing a chunk of side stories would be some of the things that'd help me achieve that đ i hope you guys understand. hopefully i'll figure out a way to write those side stories instead of completely abandoning them mid-way in this series. but as always, thanks for ur continued support <3
series masterlist -> episode eleven
âItâs a little weird.â
What was supposed to be her bed time had turned into a moment of reflection for Sera who, instead of being fast asleep at this time of the night, had unconsciously brought herself inside Sukunaâs home office to join the up-and-coming tech mogul in his late-night programming.Â
She wore her silk pajamas, pacing back and forth in her boyfriendâs office as her mind flew back to the recent encounter she had with her ex-boyfriend. Who knew that Satoruâs kid would look just like a carbon copy of him? No, actually, the question should be: who knew it would be a different woman by his side acting as the mother of his child? Sera had to laugh at herself, shaking her head as she realized how truly and undeniably ridiculous her ex was. It was clear that day that he wasnât really as loyal of a partner as he claimed himself to be.Â
Did he really just go through all those crazy things with you, only to look like a whore-hopping fool now?Â
If he was bound to end up with someone else other than you, then why did he have to make Seraâs life miserable in the first place?Â
She may have done terrible things before as a selfish and materialistic lover of his, but that wouldnât change the fact that Satoru also contributed to her role as the side-piece in his marital relationship. He allowed her to cling to him like a mistress. Being his side-piece wasnât even something that she had forced upon him. It was his promise, an idea that he planted on Seraâs head, saying that she would need to stay by his side and that he would marry her guaranteed that he had already secured the merger and divorced you. He swore like a fool that he would divorce you. But guess what? The jerk ended up falling in love with his wife and suddenly had no use of Sera. Suddenly, he was such a good husband who couldnât be more loyal. Suddenly, he was a lovestruck man who had always been in love with his childhood friend. If he had downright dumped Sera the moment his engagement was announced, if he had not been prideful and ambitious since the beginning of his marriage, he probably would have had better luck at having that healthy relationship he yearned from you.Â
But how come the blame of being the third-party was all on Sera when her only mistake then was loving the person who promised her all the good things in life?Â
Now, you see, this was all just bitterness brewing at the back of her head. She knew what she did was still wrong and that she wasnât innocent. Sera swore to herself that she would never look back on those awful days ever again, but seeing how Satoru was running around freely with a different woman just reminded Sera of his days as a spiteful, two-timing man. Somehow, it felt like he had changed and yet didnât at all.Â
Ha ha ha. How ridiculous was that?Â
âWhatâs funny?â asked Sukuna, her present boyfriend and thankfully so. He was Seraâs blessing, because she never would have thought that a man like him could still exist in a world full of Satoruâs and Naoyaâs. âYou look cute smiling to yourself, though.â
âI know,â she responded to the compliment, shifting to settle herself on his lap, though his attention remained fixed on his laptop screen. âIt's just strange to me,â she continued, her voice thoughtful, âhow Gojou appears his usual self, yet there's something off about him.â
The question clouded Sukunaâs eyes in confusion, tilting his head to the side as he tried to comprehend her description. âYou mean dude got uglier?â
I wish, Sera thought. âNo, heâs⌠heâs different. The vibes are different. For a second, he even looked like he was dissociating the whole time he was with that girl,â she said, referring to Satoruâs new girl as though she was your cheap alternative, âBut then again, why is he with her in the first place if he looks absent-minded the whole time, you know what I mean?âÂ
âWas he like that with you before?âÂ
âAt times, but itâs not like the way heâs acting right now⌠I donât know, I canât explain it. The energy is off. Thatâs just not how he acts when heâs really, really into someone.â
To be honest, Sukuna didnât give a damn about Satoru Gojouâs life and any normal boyfriend wouldnât really like hearing their girlfriend talking about another man, especially her ex at that, but he knew Sera found joy in old money gossip and he was aware of the demoralizing past she has had by associating herself with them. Sukuna was acting all engaged in their conversation because he wanted to make her feel heard and that he shared her simple joys in life. Besides, it was through her that he learned so many inside scoops about the people that ran the countryâs biggest conglomerates. It was like watching one heck of a messy episode of Dynasty.Â
âDidnât he get into a car accident?â he recalled, remembering the headlines on the news that day, âThen, we saw him at the expo and he couldnât really remember you. The guyâs probably got his head all messed up.âÂ
Sera was bitter at the time thinking that Satoru was toying with her when he asked who she was, when the truth was, he was actually diagnosed with amnesia. It was such a shock to her, truthfully, because having amnesia felt like something you would only see on a movieâs screen. Well, in that case, she could also say karmaâs a bitch. The director might be onto something here.
âHeâs probably not mentally fine, but stillâŚâ she thought carefully and played the scene in her head again. What was it about the Gojou that she saw the other day that was different? âHe just has a different vibe to him that it feels uncomfortable. Itâs like heâs rude, but not so rude? He doesnât have much of a personality anymore. Like a complete stranger.â
âMaybe itâs the new girl rubbing off on him.â Sukuna was back to typing on his laptop as he said that. Frankly, he was just saying anything at this point.Â
Sera shook her head in response. âWell, I donât know about that girl heâs seeing and I donât really care, but itâs common knowledge to the filthy rich that sheâs Y/Nâs best friend. Thatâs why I recognized her right away, and thatâs why it disgusted me,â she pressed on, âTell me, would youâand be honest about thisâwould you fuck your best friendâs ex?âÂ
The humor on her boyfriendâs face came right as she asked that. âBabe, you fucked a married man. Itâs worse than fucking somebodyâs ex.âÂ
âShut up.â Rolling her eyes, she got up from his lap and sighed, but Sukuna wasted no time in pulling her back onto his lap. His chuckle was mingling with the gentle kiss he had planted on her cheek, unaware that his actions made Seraâs heart flutter. âForget it. I shouldnât even be talking about Satoru with you.â
The man stretched his arms and finally closed his laptop, patting Seraâs thigh afterwards. âOn that note, I do have another âdude from your pastâ that I gotta meet tomorrow.âÂ
Her reaction alone was a response for him. âNaoya?â she protested, face contorting with disgust. âWhat for? I told you not to take on that project.â
âYeah, I considered it, and you know, the partnership could really benefit CleaveTech,â Sukuna reasoned, leaning back as he outlined the situation to her from a business standpoint. Given her own background working for the Gojou Group before, he expected her to grasp the significance of this partnership and set aside any personal grievances or emotional attachments. âThe Zen'in Group is a major client. Itâs all pros and no cons here.â
âThe contra is the guy youâre gonna work with,â she highlighted with a hint of annoyance rising from her throat, âNaoya is nothing but an opportunistic motherfucker. Mind you, heâs a stupid elitist, too.âÂ
He held back a laugh, not even threatened by a man who had a terrible history with his girlfriend. âNah, Iâll deal with him. Just trust me on this.âÂ
As much as Sera wanted to object, she knew Sukuna had a point and that she really shouldnât hinder his company from being partnered with such a large conglomerate. She just didnât like the thought of her boyfriend being around a man who manipulated and humiliated her to the point where she had been blacklisted by multiple companies, leaving her to resort to being somewhat of a prostitute just to make ends meet.Â
The world was harsh for the not-so-rich, and all Sera wanted was to give those upper class people a taste of their own medicine. But seeing as her desire for revenge would clash with her boyfriendâs chance at company growth, she had to set aside her personal grudge and support him on this one. Â
Still, there was nothing wrong with being curious. âIs there any other reason you agreed to this partnership?â
Sukuna smirked as if he expected that question from her. âBlame it on my little brother, heâs been bugging me âbout it.â
âYuuji?â Sera asked, clearly confused.Â
To which her boyfriend quickly answered, âYeah. He said itâll give him an opportunity to work with his best friend. You know that kid, Fushiguro, right?âÂ
Ahh. Tojiâs kid aka the heir to the Zenâin business empire. Sera had met Megumi before, and while that other brat Mai used to be unreasonably rude to her, the younger boy was always civil and respectful at least. He never even once treated Sera like dirt when she was spending time with Naoya at their mansion. Perhaps their upbringing really differed because he was raised by Toji and the other Zenâins were raised by demons.Â
Nevertheless, with a connection now established between Sukuna and Naoya through Yuuji and Megumi, Sera couldnât help but feel that her peaceful days as a nouveau riche were about to become far more intriguing. Depending on the cards she would choose to play, they could even turn into a living nightmare.Â
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You werenât exactly abandoning your company; you were merely taking a break, a necessary pause given your current mental state after the whole break-up with Toji and the Osaka thing. Your mind was just too overwhelmingly occupied to even properly function. Each day, mustering the energy to show up at Hearte's head office became increasingly challenging, especially when faced with individuals who relied on you for major decisions and creative direction.Â
To make matters worse, Akemiâs sudden resignation hit hard.
You received her decision by a simple letter, a mere piece of paper, without even having the guts and decency to meet with you in person. Was she scared? Or was this her way of rubbing salt on the wound, shoving it in your face that she was now taking things to the next level with your ex-husband?Â
She did cite in her resignation letter that her reason for resigning from the role was due to conflict of interest. You wanted to laugh when you read that part. No, you wanted to choke in your fit of laughter after reading through her asinine reasons. She could have been upfront and mentioned that the so-called âconflictâ was the very man her best friend had previously married.Â
Obviously, everyone in the office felt sad knowing that a core member of the company left without at least a 30-day notice, but they were all also aware that her resignation was due to personal albeit controversial reasons. Did Akemi not care about her image at all? The same colleagues she had trained, managed, and collaborated with would now likely gossip about her behind her back. She would become a hot topic of disrespect among the people that once heavily respected her. Did she also not care about the company you two created together anymore? This was the same company you two had passionately dreamed of during your late-night conversations on a New York rooftop. She was the one who wanted to build a fashion house together with you.
Yet, it seemed she was willing to throw it all away for a man already entangled in complicated familial dynamics. Her immediate resignation and refusal to speak to you in person just further confirmed it to you that Akemi was willing to forsake your friendship by choosing a man who already had a child with someone else.Â
Since she chose that path, you couldnât help but interpret Akemiâs actions as a deliberate slight against your friendship. It seemed clear that she no longer viewed you as a friend and was essentially cutting ties with you. Otherwise, why would she take such a step? Akemi wasnât the type to be vindictive; she likely believed she was sparing you further pain by severing your connection. However, regardless of her intentions, her actions felt deeply disrespectful and hurtful.
If this was what she wanted, then kudos to her and her unbelievable confidence to choose a man like Satoru Gojou. Besides, it didnât even take you a week to find another replacement. Your family connections were powerful after all. You readily had a pool of potential candidates for the role of the Head of Sales, Retail, and Merchandisingâall from prestigious backgrounds and unparalleled expertise. While the competition was tough, you selected the person you deemed was the most qualified to be your second-in-command. This was someone you had esteemed since college, a person who excelled in both business acumen and creative vision.
Yuki Tsukumo. She was influential in every sense, and you trusted that she would be able to manage the high pressure environment of a start-up fashion house and transform it into an iconic brand, a household name that would one day rival Chanel and Miu Miu.Â
You may have succeeded in replacing Akemi. You may have shown her that her position in the workforce was easily replaceable, but her role as your friend still left a lingering, repugnant mark that proved far more difficult to erase. This underlying sentiment could explain the unreasonable anger festering in your heartâa visceral reaction born from feelings of backstabbing betrayal.Â
It was hard enough for you to travel all the way to Osaka with a broken heart, but it became much more agonizing to watch your own son run up to Akemi like she was his mother. It was a goddamn slap to your face, indeed, to see that your ex-husband had already chosen a woman to have his happy, little family with. That he wanted to be a good man and be everything you wished for in a husband for her.Â
As they say, nothing hurts more than building a man for another woman.Â
And honestly? You cried so much on the way home that you became numb. Now, you were just trying to get over it. You were trying to bury the searing pain in order to forget the betrayal you felt. It was all too much for a person to handle and it wasnât like you hadnât gone through the same old shit before. Wasnât it worse before with Satoru actually cheating and all? He technically wasnât crossing any lines here, so it shouldnât hurt you. It shouldnât. You had been here before. If you had managed to get through such an awful time as his previous wife, his relationship with Akemi shouldnât be too hard to accept. No, you werenât trying to lowball your pain, but it was better to be an optimist in this situation than be a suicidal, self-destructive person. You had a business to run and a child to raise. You had to be strong.Â
Or at least, that was what you told yourself. That was what you had been telling yourself over and over, each time you got up from bed forcing yourself to have a false positive mindset. In fact, that was also why you had to take this extended break because you had to have your peace of mind. You had to have some form of release to remember why you needed to stay alive and keep yourself going.
Not just for Sachiroâs sake, but also for your own.Â
Your safe haven for now was at the horse ranch, where the tranquility of riding and the beauty of nature provided the perfect ambiance for reflection. How long has it been since your last visit to Willow? Your father had been joking that you shouldnât be leaving a beautiful, white Friesian horse unattended for years, especially not for the expensive price he paid her for. True enough, because the moment you saw the mare again, you almost forgot how majestic she was for her breed. Willow was a completely docile and graceful horse, so alike to you in many ways. However, one thing that was unlike you, was that she lived in peace, existing solely for herself and not for anyone else.
If only you could be like her.Â
As you reached out to stroke your rare-breed horse, a new and unfamiliar stallion in the stable caught your eye. To think of it, your family shared this equestrian estate with the Gojou family. This realization meant that the strikingly elegant and tall gray horse in the adjacent stall belonged to none other than Satoru.
âItâs a Thoroughbred,â the equine caretaker informed while guiding your horse out of the stable, âMr. Satoru got him recently and named him Six.âÂ
A gray Thoroughbred, renowned as the most expensive horse breeds out there. It could fetch a price as high as $70 million, and of course, Satoru was the perfect owner for such a prestigious horse. The stallion embodied his essence completelyâits color, its build, its rarity. On the other hand, you couldnât help but find his naming convention by number a bit odd. His previous black stallion was named Eight. This time around, it was Six. Couldnât he be more imaginative?
âHeâs beautiful,â you mumbled, nonetheless, in awe with the regality of the horse.Â
âHeâs a good boy, too,â added the enthusiastic horsekeeper in a thick country accent, âMr. Satoru was here yesterday and played polo while riding him. They were perfectly in sync even if it was his first time riding him.â
Of course, he would play polo. That was one of his favorite recreational sports. The burning question at hand was, who was with him during his visit? Because if the caretaker mentioned Akemi, you would certainly lose it. This was your private space with him. This estate was a place that none of his other women had access to, not even Sera. This was a location filled with memories from your childhood. For him to bring another woman here would be crossing the damn line.Â
âDid he bring anyone with him?â you asked, trying to sound casual as you dusted off your boots.Â
The caretaker denied. âNo, he was alone. He just came to play polo and check the horses he recently bought.âÂ
Oh⌠âHe bought more than one?âÂ
Did he seriously get Akemi her own horse? Your heart was racing at the thought, but the caretaker led you to the stable near the exit to show you the other horse than your ex-husband had purchased. It was a brown Shetland pony.Â
âHe got a fully trained Shetland for your son,â the horsekeeper proudly declared, showcasing the pony as if he had been instructed to do so in anticipation of your visit. It was obvious that Gojou had already briefed him on introducing Sachiroâs new pony to you because he knew you would be asking about it. âHis name is Elmo. He is kid-safe and very friendly.â
Frankly, you wanted to sigh in relief, but at the same time, it warmed your heart to know that Satoru got his son his own horse at such a young age. You could already sense him planning to make Sachiro take equestrian classes when he gets older, and probably join him on his horseback riding sessions, too. You could imagine just how perfect it would be to see the father and son bonding here, racing together, playing polo together⌠yet it would not be you who would be watching them on the side. Â
This future he was setting up with his son would be an experience he would share with Akemi.Â
There was no you in that vision anymore.Â
The caretaker likely questioned your sanity when he noticed the bitter smile on your face as you mounted your mare. He might have even doubted whether you were sane enough to ride alone, without a guide, particularly through the woods since Willow had not been ridden for some time now. However, you had done it countless times before and were quite familiar with the trail, and so you dismissed his offer to lead you and assured him confidently that you knew your way back.
You needed this solitude. You craved this moment of peace, alone with your thoughts and surrounded by nature, to reflect on the ceaseless torture of your life. It was just never-ending, squeezing every drop of happiness out of your system to make sure that you would only live to suffer. You really thought you had your happy ending with someone else? You actually believed you had found the perfect man to be your actual husband?Â
Well, unfortunately for you, Toji was not the one.Â
At first, your mind flew to Toji as you went on to the trail, allowing the mare to continue trotting as you held the reins to control her. You remembered Tojiâs text that morning, asking you for the hundredth time if he could meet with you. He likely wanted to apologize in person, but you doubted he would change his mind and take back the things he said. Because they were true. He could never fill the void left by his deceased wife by being with another empty soul. It was painfully, unmistakably true. You were better off dead if that was the case, because even if you did end up marrying him, you would never be regarded as the person he loved the most. After all, your role in this world seemed to always be the second option. You were never the first in other peopleâs books. Not with your ex-husband. Not even with your family, especially with Gen around. You were meant to be a bystander, watching others live their perfect lives while you were forced to be in your misery. Someone like Toji would not have a guaranteed blissful marriage with you and you had to spare him from that. You had to draw the line and step back from this charade that you were playing with him, knowing that you were never the right person to be with him, so at some point, you had to accept his drunken words. They came from a place of truth, and that truth would set the both of you free.Â
Even it hurt. Even if it fucking hurt to hear his words. You couldnât deny them.Â
You could easily forgive him, but his words might take a while for you to forget because even thinking about it now was bringing a wave of pain into your chest. You didnât even notice that you were losing control on Willowâs reins by the time you entered further into the woods, bouncing on the saddle as you galloped along the challenging path. With the speed you were riding right now, inexperienced riders would certainly find it unsafe and scary. But for you? It was just what you needed. The breeze of fresh air, the thrill of riding alone, the peaceful sound of natureâyou could die there and be at your happiest.Â
Maybe that was where you had to be; to disappear and leave them all behind. Wouldnât that be best for everyone? If you were to vanish, they could finally be free. Your presence, even from the beginning, was a burden for everyoneâfor your dad, Gen, Satoru, Toji, and even Akemi. The people you trusted the most would be the same people who would secretly celebrate your demise. So, what else was hindering you from taking matters into your own hands and ending it all yourself?
âGiddy up!âÂ
Was it Sachiro? Definitely. But now he had his father, and he was likely starting to see Akemi as a mother figure as well. Your role as his beloved mama could be easily replaced if you were to leave him now. It wouldnât hurt him as much that way. Three years with Sachiro seemed sufficient enough, and he was at an age where he could grow up alongside his father. In this short span, he would have lasting memories with you, yet not enough to deeply grieve your absence. He was a young child, surrounded by people who would offer the whole world to him. At least, for that, you were eternally grateful. It brought you comfort knowing that your son would have support after you were gone, and that he would find a mother figure in Akemi. Given the brief time he spent with you and the rest of his life with her as his stepmother, Sachiro would likely come to love and accept Akemi as his own mother. This was the best outcome you could hope for.
My child, my son, my baby⌠please donât get mad at mommy.Â
Tears were gushing out of your eyes and you hadnât even realized it until they started blurring your vision. You were far too lost in your own thoughts, unaware that you were now in an unfamiliar and seemingly dangerous part of the trail. The path was getting a little bit too steep and poor Willow was clearly stressed at your inconsiderate handling. There were multiple obstacles on your rocky terrain and you werenât as steady and controlled as you wanted to be because the horse wasnât comfortable navigating such a difficult path with the pace you were forcing her to. Â
âAh!âÂ
Your attempt to balance was interrupted by Willowâs loud neigh, signaling her distress before she bolted into a full rampage. She was sprinting at an estimated speed of 20 miles per hour. Not even a skilled rider like Satoru himself would be cantering that fast on unfamiliar terrain and an unfit horse. But you, you clearly had a death wish, because instead of fearing for your own life, you were far more concerned at the thought of how dreamy Satoru and Akemiâs wedding would look like after your demise. They would definitely make Sachiro their ringbearer. Suguru would be the best man. Shoko, the maid of honor. People on the internet would praise them for being an attractive couple. They would anticipate their beautiful kids together, living in the same mansion he bought as a gift to you. He would kiss her good night, tell her loves her, and offer the whole world to her. They would exchange vows and promise themselves a lifelong commitment to be by each otherâs side through sickness and in health, and only in death would they part.Â
âWillow!âÂ
You let out a shriek as the reins slipped from your grasp, causing you to tumble off the saddle and crash onto the ground. The impact was first felt in your elbow, and a sharp, searing pain then radiated through your body. There you lay, sprawled on the dirt, helplessly watching Willow galloping out of control up the mountain, and then tragically plummeting off a cliff.
âNooo! Willow, no!â
Utter hysteria overtook you. You sobbed uncontrollably, unable to determine which pain was more agonizingâthe clearly broken elbow, the loss of the horse you had inadvertently led to its death, or the heart-wrenching reality of Satoru starting a family with someone else.
You were pathetic. You were such a pathetic excuse of a human being and this was why you deserve hell.Â
âWillow!âÂ
Toji couldnât love you. Your own son didnât want to be around you. Satoru had gotten over you. And now, you drove a poor innocent horse to its demise because of your recklessness!Â
You were crying hysterically as you held your pained elbow, crawling by the cliffâs edge as you screamed for your horseâs name, but in the end, there was nothing you could do. You could only apologize to poor Willow for having such an irresponsible owner, and now she was dead because of you. 16 years of her life, she was able to live in peace until you came and ruined it all for her. It should have been you. You were the one who should have jumped off a cliff. You should atone for your sins and follow her, but you were too weak, far to overcome by the excruciating pain on your hip and your broken elbow to move or do anything at all.Â
That was, until your mind had completely shut down, leaving you as a mere body to be discarded alone in the darkness of the woods. You hoped that no one else would find you soon.Â
â â
âA-Angina?â Satoruâs eyes went wide. His whole world stopped before him.
âYes. She was diagnosed with stable angina,â Dr. Mori confirmed, much to your husbandâs horror. âBut there is another factor that requires her to have more rest. You need to take good care of your wife, Mr. Gojou. Her body needs a lot of nutrients so she can carry safely.â
He could barely process the whole thing in his head because the news kept coming one after another, leaving him in a befuddled state with a flood of unanswered questions running through his mind. âWhat do you meanâŚ?â
âYour wife is seven weeks pregnant.â
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âY/N?â
âY/N!â
âAre you out of your mind?!âÂ
You could barely pry your eyes open, but when you finally managed to, you were met with the concerned expression on Genâs face. The harsh glare of fluorescent lights and the antiseptic scent confirmed to you that you were in the ER, likely an hour or two after the incident in the woods. The memory of the trail quickly flooded your thoughts, and a pang of sorrow gripped your heart as you recalled Willow's final moments before she fell off the cliff. The poor horse had lost her life, while the one responsible for her tragic death remained alive, save for the bandage wrapped around your arm.
âWhy did you ride into the woods alone?â Gen persisted with her barrage of questions, standing by your bed as you attempted to sit up. âAre you suicidal or what? Riding your horse in a dangerous trail like thatââ
âYou know what, maybe I should have just died back there!â you snapped, wincing from the pain in your elbow. Her choice of words struck a nerve in you. âMaybe Iâd prefer that over sitting here, listening to your sanctimonious lecture like you're so perfect yourself! How obnoxious.â
âThen, maybe you shouldnât be riding so recklessly and causing alarm to everyone else!âÂ
âDid I literally ask you to come save me?!âÂ
The atmosphere around you two just became even more uninviting, with discomfiting silence seeping through as you and Gen were engaged in a sharp glaring contest. Your father stood behind her, clearing his throat to cut the tension.Â
âThatâs enough, Gen.â Your dad placed a hand on her shoulder, and although she wanted to protest, she knew better not to keep stirring the pot after receiving his strict gaze. âLetâs just be thankful your sister is safe. Thereâs no need to be so overwhelming.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, drawing in a deep breath before you looked away from them. None of them would ever understand your pain unless they were in your position. They didnât carry the same baggage as you, so they would never fully comprehend the weight of your suffering. You had already dealt with similar pain on your own before and that was why you didnât need any of them to come to your aid, meddling with your life like they knew exactly what you were going through. âJust leave me alone, you guys. I wanna rest.â
Since when did your relationship with your sister start to get rough? It wasnât really like this before, but ever since she started to become too overprotective over you and your choices in life, particularly choices linked to Satoru, Gen had started to become insufferable in your eyes. She was acting too much like a mother; controlling your decisions, lecturing you about your personal relationships, being too involved with your private life. There, ever since that, you started to distance yourself from her, and she didnât like that. Her stubbornness wouldnât allow her to cease acting like this mature, picture perfect big sister to you.Â
With that said, Gen would have normally gotten annoyed when you asked them to leave you alone, but this time around, she seemed to have reflected on her insensitivity a lot better with your father around. âIâm sorry, okay?â she said, her tone still tinged with stubbornness, âI just got worried. I donât know whatâs gotten into you to put yourself in danger like that, but⌠please, Y/N. If youâre going through something, you can always speak to us. Dad and I, weâre here for you.âÂ
To be fair, if you had to put yourself in their shoes, it really would have been alarming to know that your sister almost died. This wasnât the first time you were at deathâs door either, so they were probably scared shitless when they were informed of your situation. Your absolutely reckless situation. You didnât mean to cause a scene, neither did you intend to bother them on their already busy schedules. You just had so many things in your mind while you were horseback riding, too engulfed by your own sorrow that you didnât realize the repercussions after the incident had already taken place.Â
âIâm sorry, too.â Your voice softened with humility. âI didnât mean to worry you guys. It was just really an accident.âÂ
Of course, Gen suspected it was more than just an accident. Your dad did, too. It was obvious on their forlorn faces that they were worried for your mental and emotional well-being, but none of them dared address the elephant in the room. It seemed they didnât need to, anyway, since one of the many reasons that contributed to your earlier breakdown took a peek from behind the curtains, clearing his throat and sending you a look of sympathy.Â
âY/N?â Toji looked at your father and your sister for approval before stepping further inside your space in the ER. âCan I talk to you?âÂ
There was no escaping Tojiâs presence anymore. No more hiding, no more avoiding. You knew you had to have this talk with him no matter how many times you ignored his flood of texts and calls. While this may have struck as an opportune moment for him to speak to you in person, facing the painful truth of your situation weighed heavily on you. Besides, hadnât the irony presented itself right there? If Satoru were the one trying to speak to you, even if he was the father of your child, Gen would have been quick to lash out at him. Yet with Toji, even with the general knowledge of what had transpired between you two, your sister still showed no hostility towards him, allowing him to approach you freely and without interference.
But then again, Toji was far from being a cheating, manipulative scumbag who not only caused you suffering but also sought to selfishly acquire your familyâs company. Therefore, he wasnât considered a threat.Â
Alright, then. Since Toji genuinely wasnât a threat to your current emotional state, you agreed to talk with him. It was the first time you had seen the not-so-confident side of Toji Zenâin. He was typically a man of virtue, often holding his chin high, offering the best advice, and having insightful perspectives on life. However, it seemed you had shattered that confidence in him. You could sense his cautiousness around you as he stood by your side in the ER, assisting you with your needs, and eventually agreeing to your request to walk you to the rooftop garden.
âI donât really think thereâs anything else we should talk about.â It was you who first broke the silence, staring at the cityscape while sitting on a wheelchair. The calm breeze allowed your mind to seize the moment with a peaceful mind. âI already heard what you had to say.âÂ
Toji found it better to kneel down in front of you to meet your eyes as he spoke to you in a sincere and earnest voice. âY/N, I was drunk when I said all that shit back there. I didnât mean them. I didnât mean to hurt you with my callous words, and I feel awful that you had to hear them from me. You trusted me. You sought comfort from me. I wasnât thinking like a normal person when those things came out of my mouth.âÂ
âThat doesnât mean they werenât true,â you replied with quiet resignation. It was the acceptance in your face that seemed to have caused Tojiâs heartbroken gaze. âItâs okay, Toji. I think, when you said all those things, it actually made me realize some aspects of our relationship that had to be addressed. It made me more self-aware and it opened my eyes on the bigger picture.â You touched his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as you mustered the courage to speak your next words. âItâs for the best that we part ways. Itâs not fair to me to become a placeholder for your wife the same way it isnât fair to you to have to deal with my ex-husband always being present in my life. Our unresolved feelings wonât really be resolved by being together.â
âY/NâŚâ Tojiâs voice hinted at his vulnerable emotions, though he restrained himself from showing it fully. And you didnât miss the apologetic look he had presented to you. âDespite all that, I hope you know that Iâd been true to you. I do love you and will always love you. Iâll always be someone you can rely on, someone you can seek comfort from, someone you can turn to when you need helpâŚâÂ
Damn it. Why did he have to make it sound like an actual break up? Now, it tugged at your heartstrings and hit you in a place it shouldnât have. You werenât good at these things and it certainly was your first time dealing with such a mature and mutual separation, but wasnât that a good thing? No further drama was to happen, leaving a stark comparison to your separation with Satoru. While this one didnât hurt as much, it still brought a hollow feeling in your chest.Â
âSame for me,â you agreed, displaying a weak smile. âYouâll always have a spot in my heart, Toji. Iâll always be grateful that I met you.âÂ
Sometimes, two people didnât need to be together to love each other. Friendships could still thrive between ex-lovers, and that was why closure was so important. It not only closed a certain chapter of your life in a healthy way, but also allowed you to heal and open yourselves to a new beginning without any bitterness left behind.Â
It shouldnât be considered bad to remain friends with an ex. It also shouldnât be bad to give a parting kiss from said ex, right?Â
You werenât the one who initiated it, after all. It was Tojiâs hand that gently stroked your cheek. It was him, who leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours. It wasnât forceful, but neither was it passionate. It was simply a tender kiss of goodbye, feeling the warmth of each otherâs lips for one last time before you two would transition from being lovers to friends. What you didnât understand from this supposedly bittersweet moment was the faint tears that somehow managed to escape your eyes, perhaps because you knew that once Toji left, you would be alone again.Â
You had no one by your side to love you, cherish you, choose you, and offer their entire world for you. You were meant to live this cruel world all by yourself.Â
As he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. âPlease learn to love yourself before anyone else, Y/N. Itâs what you need and what you deserve.âÂ
That night, while you were getting your MRI, your mind kept flying to the possibilities of a future without having anyone by your side. Any normal person would tell you to focus on loving yourself first, as Toji did recently, focusing on what matters most, and ridding yourself of the toxic things that hinder you from moving forward with your life. Things werenât as easy as they sounded. Besides, it was different being on the receiving end of the said advice. How could you do those things when the primary cause of your pain was someone whose life would always be linked to yours forever?Â
Based on the result of your MRI scans, your doctor recommended that you undergo elbow arthroscopy. It was just a minimally invasive procedure compared to open surgeries, but considering how much of an overthinker your dad was when it came to your health, he insisted on your confinement at the hospital until you had been completely cleared of any other issues. He really placed a big deal on your condition and emphasized to the doctors that they make sure nothing was missed. It could have been worse; you could have had a broken hip or a fractured leg, but at least you only had a dislocated elbow. Nothing that couldnât be easily corrected by surgery and physical therapy.Â
The decision was for you to stay there for two days, and on your first night, a crying Sachiro ran inside your private room because his âmama has a boo booâ. Gen said he was picked up from daycare and dropped off at the hospital because the poor kid was looking for you. She didnât mention who dropped your son off to you, but you could tell it was Satoru. You could sense it by the glances she exchanged with Ian after you asked how Sachiro came to the hospital.Â
So, in that case, Satoru must have found out about your little incident and didnât care enough to see you. Did he not even have an ounce of care anymore? Or was it Gen who stopped him from seeing you?Â
âDid you ask him to leave?â you confronted Gen in a mellow voice, rubbing Sachiroâs back as he snuggled into you on the hospital bed.Â
Your sister knew exactly which man you were referring to, and she denied having done such. âNo, I didnât even talk to him. He took Sachi here and left.âÂ
You didnât know why you looked at Ian to confirm the truth of his wifeâs words, but hurt yourself upon seeing his bowed head. It was an apologetic expression that did signify your ex-husbandâs blatant act of ignoring you. To hear about your near-death experience and simply leave without even checking on you should be your wake-up call. He didnât care anymore. No, why should he care? He had Akemi. His only responsibility with you was to be a supportive father to your son.Â
Why did the pain in your heart feel far more agonizing than the discomfort on your dislocated elbow?
If anything, you wanted to ask for the strongest anesthetic they could offer to numb your pain. You were desperate to have anything even if they had to put you into an eternal sleep. That would have been much easier to deal with than feeling disregarded by a person you supposedly had moved on from. Satoru did nothing wrong here. It was you who had that expectation, only to disappoint yourself when things didnât happen as you imagined.Â
And just when you thought things would get better as long as you ignore your torturous thoughts, it didnât help that being in the hospital kept giving you flashbacks of the time you were in this exact room, hearing Satoru crying helplessly from outside and begging for you not to terminate his child. What comes around certainly goes back around. Or worse.Â
Such depressive thoughts had you occupied throughout your stay there, and your unusual placidness alarmed the nurses instead of being assured that you were doing well. You heard your doctors telling your father and sister to always keep a close eye on you as the incident may not seem serious, but the trauma would undoubtedly be present somewhere and somehow. Were they aware? Of your intrusive thoughts of wanting to hurt yourself?Â
The elbow arthroscopy was successful and by the second day, you were free to go home. You were placed on certain medications to help with the swelling and the pain, and while you were walking around the hospital with a listless mind, you happened to pass by the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department. What a deja vu it was, remembering the time you had seen Satoru there waiting outside for Sera. Back then, it was one of the climactic events in your life that led to a domino effect on the downfall of your marriage. Not that you were reminiscing, but it did remind you that Shoko was probably there in her consultation room and it would be nice to talk to a friend who had witnessed the wild history of your marriage.Â
You asked Gen to wait for you in the car while you headed to Ieiriâs consultation room, assuring your visibly worried sister that everything was fine and that you wouldnât take too long. You had to give Gen some slack, because despite the strains in your relationship as sisters, she was still always there for you. At the end of the day, she was family.Â
Shoko, on the other hand, was the next closest thing you had for a sister. She welcomed you inside her room in a very worried embrace, telling you that if she had known about the incident, she would have gone straight to your hospital room on your first day, but you told her not to worry about it and understood that being in the medical field already had her schedule tight.Â
âWell, I guess itâs perfect that youâre here, too.â Shoko smiled warmly, sitting behind her desk. She had exciting news to offer, it seemed. âI just wanna say that⌠of course, Iâll still be sending you a formal invitation and everything. I actually have a few gifts along with it.âÂ
You shared her enthusiasm. âHmm⌠is it what I think it is?âÂ
The wedding. The most eventful day of her life would be arriving soon and you were the first one to hear it.Â
âYes!â she answered, with the utmost joy coruscating from her eyes. âI want you to be my maid-of-honor, Y/N. Iâd be extremely happy if you could make it. I know you just got into an accident, but it wonât be until two months, soââ
âHey, itâs okay.â You eased her worries by chuckling. âIâm completely fine, of course Iâll be there. I canât miss it.âÂ
Shoko was grateful to hear your answer, relieved even, because by asking you to be her maid-of-honor, you should already understand who Suguruâs best man would be. That was a touchy subject for you and she was keenly aware of it, but you didnât want her to worry. You didnât want your relationship with your ex-husband to have a negative impact on the relationship of all the other people surrounding the both of you. It was already bad enough that Shoko and Suguru almost called off their engagement after they fought over their morals as you and Satoruâs friends, and you were glad that they somehow made things work. They somehow set aside their disagreements and ultimately chose their love over anything else.Â
Their love was beautiful, and while that wasnât something you could easily have, it was something you deeply admired.Â
âWhere are you guys planning to hold your wedding?â you asked, steering the conversation away from any mention of your ex-husband. âHere or overseas?âÂ
She delighted you with her answer, sounding as if this was the perfect wedding she had always dreamed of. âItâs an intimate wedding on the lakeside. Suguru chose the location, actually, since he wanted our wedding to have the view of Mount Fuji.âÂ
âThatâs perfect,â you said with wide eyes. âLake Kawaguchiko?âÂ
âYep. Thatâs exactly where itâd be.â She smiled with her eyes. âYou know this resort⌠Hoshinoya Fuji? We already booked the place, and we have a luxury cabin for friends and families to stay at.âÂ
You had been there before, but you were too young to remember. All you knew was that it was a high-end resort that had the best panoramic views of Lake Kawaguchiko and Mount Fuji. The hotel owner was also a close friend of the Gojou family, so that was probably why they were able to rent the entire place for the wedding, especially at a peak season for tourists.Â
Since the fall season was arriving, you could only imagine the stunning views of the autumn foliage there. It offered the perfect weather, too. It wouldnât be as hot as summer, nor as freezing as winter. Surely, it would be nice to do some nature walks and stargazing, maybe ride a boat or bathe in a hot spring. You looked forward to it, except for the fact that your ex-husband would also be there.Â
And just what a perfect timing it was, because as Shoko sorted through her patients' medical records above her desk, a file slipped from the pile, revealing the name of your very friend, Akemi.Â
âOh,â Shoko murmured apologetically as she retrieved the record, not wanting to ruin the mood of your conversation. âShe, uh, came by a few days ago... with Gojou.â
You didnât need to ask. You didnât need to hear any further detail. Akemiâs visit likely revolved around her desire to conceive, as she wouldnât have visited Shoko otherwise. Why? If it were simply to monitor her polycystic ovary, why did she choose Shoko instead of her own gynecologist? Thinking of how your ex-husband and best friend were attempting to start a family together left your heart shattered in unimaginable pieces, stirring up painful memories of your pathetic marriage with Satoru and reopening old wounds you thought had already healed from. Wasnât it ironic that a couple of years ago, you were crying over the same situation with Sera?Â
You couldnât stand this feeling anymore. You thought you had already freed yourself from the pain of loving him, yet here you were suffering from the same heartbreak over and over and over again. Tears threatened to spill, but you held them back, the ache in your chest too raw to confront just yet.Â
âItâs funny.â Although you displayed an outward smile, the sadness in your voice reflected your otherwise inward thoughts. You didnât know why you said that. You were just too⌠too emotional. Almost like you couldnât breathe. âHe was never this passionate with me. They seem so in love.âÂ
Ieiriâs eyes carried sisterly concern in them. âY/N, itâs not really what you think.âÂ
Was it? You werenât sure what to feel anymore. You certainly weren't there to hear it anymore, either. Satoru chose her, just like what you wanted for him to do. Just like what you asked him to do. He had moved on, he had found someone who would love him for who he was, he had chosen the woman he would share the rest of his future with. Call yourself ridiculous for even feeling hurt about it, because you had no right to be and you definitely chose this. Either you own up to it, or you cry about it for the rest of your life.Â
Both choices had no happy endings.Â
â â
When Satoru learned about your incident in the woods, he thought he was going to lose his mind.Â
Was it out of love that he swiftly left the office in the middle of a meeting just to get to where you were?Â
He still had to pick up Sachiro from daycare, and he felt bad telling his son on the way to the hospital that his mother was hurt. It actually gave Satoru a hard time explaining to the 3-year old that they had to go to the hospital because his mommy was there and that she had an unfortunate encounter while riding a horse.Â
âDada, is⌠is mama okay?â Sachiro pouted with wide, tearful eyes as he clung to his fatherâs hand. âSachi wants to go to mama!âÂ
âSheâll be okay, Sachi.â Gojou carried his son and soothed him as they went inside the hospital, searching for you. âMommyâs strong, remember?âÂ
Was it out of love that he wanted to be the person that brought your son to you when you most needed him?Â
According to the nurse, your room was on the seventh floor, but when he got there, your room was empty. It was Ian who told him that you went up the rooftop garden to get some fresh air, insisting that if Satoru wanted to go and talk to you, that it was best to leave Sachiro with them.Â
And so he did. He ran hastily, almost out of breath, until he reached the rooftop, scanning every face within the vicinity until his tired blue eyes finally landed on you.Â
Satoru laughed in disbelief. He scoffed bitterly, with each breath full of disgust. The tips of his fingers felt cold, while his breathing grew thin and ragged. He could feel his stomach clenching at the humiliation of seeing you engaged in an intimate make-out session with Toji Zenâin.Â
How sickeningly sweet.Â
At that point, he was laughing at his own expense, ignoring the elderly lady who looked at him like he was a crazy person. He stood there frozen for a few minutes, watching you kiss another man before it finally woke him up from reality.Â
It was out of love that he let you go.Â
You see? This was where his attachment to you would lead him. It was pure and unreasonable selfishness, but he would gain nothing at all from even seeing you. He didnât need to care for you at all, no. You had Toji. You seemed to be goddamn happy with your life with Toji. And what a romantic fucking moment that was, too.Â
Satoru couldnât think straight when he hurriedly left the hospital and got inside his car. He desperately wanted to forget the painful image of you locking lips with somebody else. How? How would he? Fuck! He was mad, mad at himself for choosing to come to your aid like he still had any role in your life. He was disgusted at himself for ignoring Akemiâs calls after promising her a movie date after work. He couldnât believe he had her waiting all by herself in that cinema, waiting for him to come while he was stupidly running around the hospital to see his ex-wife.Â
You chose Toji, then you better be happy. Satoru hoped you were happy, and that wish came from a place of genuineness. He genuinely hoped the best for you. Because for him, it was time to fully let go and stop himself from trying to be the superhero whenever you were in danger. You werenât his wife anymore.Â
So, was it out of love that he headed straight to Akemiâs apartment that night with a bouquet of red roses?Â
She didnât know what happened nor was she given the full detail as to why he unintentionally stood her up on their date night. He had just briefly explained that he had to drop Sachiro off to you at a hospital because you got into a small accident. Akemi, being your friend, got immediately worried upon hearing the situation and asked if Satoru was able to check on you.Â
He said no. He said Toji was there. He said he left as soon as dropped Sachiro off.Â
And in an effort to apologize for not paying attention to the current woman in his life, Satoru pulled Akemi in a tight embrace. He held her in her arms, drunk from the sweet and citrusy notes of her perfume, before pulling away to kiss her. He kissed her with the same passion as you did with Toji. Perhaps even more, even better. He completely devoured her lips, with a hand on her cheek and the other on her waist. The taste of her tongue was sweet like strawberries, while her lips were red like cherries.Â
This woman was all he needed.Â
But was this love? He didnât know. It was too soon to tell, too early to answer, too hasty to even consider.Â
â â
The current situation you were in reminded you of your younger self after your mother had died. It was the same before; you never left the house, often locking yourself in your room, shutting yourself off from the world, and drowning yourself with the pain and loneliness of losing somebody important.Â
Sure, no one really died for you to be acting this way right now, but the feeling was still the same. Was this really a comeuppance to all of your wrongdoings before? But just how terrible were you of a person to be hit by this unbelievable truckload of sorrow? You might as well spur on the physical pains of your angina again if this torment continued. Otherwise, how else do you avoid it?Â
You were being a terrible mother, too. You were too engrossed by your own misery that you couldnât even properly take care of Sachiro. He didnât deserve to have an incompetent and irresponsible mother like you. He deserves someone better, someone like Akemi, who not only has all the motherly traits a woman should have, but also the physical and mental capacity of being a true, strong woman.Â
Sachiro was bound to have that, anyway. Now that his father was planning his lifelong journey with another woman, and now that he was trying to build a happy family with her, you were no longer needed in the picture. There was no need for you.Â
How many more times would you tell that you have accepted it?Â
Because, god be damned, you knew you couldnât. You knew you were lying to yourself when you said everything was fine, lying to Satoru when you told him you didnât need him in your life anymore, lying to Toji for telling him that you wanted to marry him, lying to Akemi that you didnât care if she was seeing your ex-husband, and lying to Sachiro when you promised to him that you would never leave his side. You were a liar. A terrible liar. A pitiful, terrible liar.Â
How would you tell the universe that you couldnât take it anymore? That, for once, you wanted to be showered by happiness and all the good things in life?Â
Sera was right. Not everyone could have it all. There were people of lesser fortune who werenât blessed to live a lavish life like you, yet still work hard to achieve what they want. Why couldn't you achieve your own happiness without blaming it on the universe? If this was simply a lesson, then werenât you the top student at this rate?Â
God. God, help me. You really didnât know how to deal with this life anymore. You werenât sure how to proceed. You couldnât rely on anything other than the bottle of alcohol on your handâwhat was once full was now half empty after you took another swig. This was your second bottle already, wasnât it? Or third?Â
You got up from the floor and failed to walk in a straight line as you made your way towards the balcony. Your steps were unsteady, wavering like a leaf caught in a gentle breeze. With each attempt to move forward, your body swayed from side to side, struggling to maintain balance. You almost lost grip of the bottle you were holding. No, it did, in fact, slip from your hand and ended up crashing into the floor. Shards of glass lay across the ground, ready to pierce the soles of your feet to mirror the same physical pain your heart was experiencing.Â
âStop,â you muttered under your breath, begging for your chest to stop hurting. But it only worsened, and your antidote to that was to wash it down with even more liquor. No matter how expensive it was, you didnât even like the taste of alcohol. You hated the sting on your throat whenever you drank it. You despised the bitterness it left on your tongue. However, it did great at numbing your emotions.Â
It just felt wrong in many ways that you were seeing Satoruâs face whenever you closed your eyes. You could see his smile, his loving eyes, his beautiful lips. You missed his embrace, his kiss, his touch. You missed hearing his I love youâs. Him. You missed him. You yearned for him. Three goddamn years, and you were still undeniably in love with him.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you cried, sitting on the floor. Each breath made it harder and harder for you to catch as tears continued to stream down your face. You were tired of pretending, denying that you no longer had feelings for him when you knew deep down that you would always choose him. âS-Satoru⌠come back to me, please.â
Was it him coming inside your room? Or was it your vision making a fool out of you?Â
âBaby, what are you doing?â Satoruâs expression was engulfed in immense worry as he knelt down and reached out to you, touching your cheek and looking at your eyes somberly. âDonât do this yourself, Y/N.âÂ
Your head hung low, your gaze unfocused and glazed, as you fought to keep your eyes on the path ahead. You had to reach him. You wanted to touch him, hug him. And despite your best efforts, your movements were disjointed and erratic, betraying the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins.
âY/N, thatâs enough.â Gen had to use force just to be able to snatch the bottle away from you, forcing you to wake up to the reality where Satoru no longer existed to be there for you. It was her who came rushing inside your room in the middle of the night. The bottle of liquor was now spilled all over the floor. The same could be described with your emotions. âGet it together. You havenât been acting like yourself lately!â
You couldnât, even if you wanted to. You were in delirium after having dealt with all the terrible things the world had thrown at you. If you couldnât drown yourself in alcohol, how else would you have been able to numb the pain? How else would you have been able to⌠forget?Â
As much as your sister tried to hide the obvious sympathy in her voice, even your drunken mind could recognize it. âWe all know youâre going down the depression lane again, but never to this extent.â Her voice cracked in the middle of her sentence, cradling you into her arms as a tear fell down her face. The Gen who would usually lecture you, was now holding you in her arms as her only baby sister. âStop this, Y/N, please. Donât ruin your life the second time. I-Itâs hurting me. Itâs hurting Dad. Do you⌠do you realize what Sachiroâs gonna think of you when he sees you like this?âÂ
âGenâŚâ Muffled sobs unwillingly came out of you, leaving you with such excruciating pain in the chest, so much so that it didnât even feel like you had done surgery to fix your (quite literally) broken heart. âI w-want him back,â you continued to cry, âI want my husband back. I want to be with h-him, Gen.âÂ
âY/N.â
âWhereâs S-SatoruâŚ? D-Did he leave? Please take me to himââ
âY/N, listen to me.â She gently cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her pained eyes. âYouâre intoxicated. He was never here, and heâd never come for you. You have to let it go.âÂ
âButââ
âHeâs not good for you. He never will be.â
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It had been two weeks since Satoru last heard about you. Miwa was the one who updated him that you had already returned to your familyâs mansion, letting him know that you were okay and that you were recovering well. Frankly, Satoru was starting to get annoyed at the fact that his secretary was still giving him updates about you. What did he care? He wasnât your husband anymore.Â
Besides, Toji was probably visiting you every day, so why did he have to worry about you? If there was anyone he should be worried about, it was Akemi. She had been experiencing terrible pelvic cramps lately, which needed to be given serious attention, but you would never see her being dramatic about it. The only thing she needed was for Gojou to accompany her visits to the OB-GYN, and even then, she never showered herself in self-pity. She carried herself like an independent woman, and that was exactly what Satoru needed in his life right now.Â
He had a son to raise. He had a company to run. It wasnât the perfect time to commit himself to someone lawfully. Heck, he didnât even believe in marriage anymore. He realized that two people could still love each other without getting married. As long as Akemi didnât pressure him about such things, he was fine with having her around. She didnât ask for anything much, anyway.Â
As for you, wellâŚÂ
âWhat are you planning with that mansion you gifted Y/N?â asked Nanami, seated on the couch inside Satoruâs office, casually reading a newspaper. âDo you even remember that?âÂ
He certainly did. âWhat about it?â he questioned, idly toying with a pen on his desk. âItâs her property now. She can sell it if she wants.â
Better yet, you should let Sachiro inherit the property someday. His son was already set for a life of privilege having wealthy parents on both sides, but wouldnât the mansion be a substantial addition to his assets in the future? Satoru couldnât help but envision the kind of man his son would grow up into. He hoped Sachiro would not inherit his father's immaturity and pettiness but would embody the kindness and altruism of his mother. From a business perspective, however, Satoru planned to groom his son to be a leader, as he was the sole heir to the Gojou Group. Additionally, he would also inherit half of Creston and the entirety of Hearte. No wonder Sachiro was recently listed as the wealthiest kid by Forbes Japan. He even beat Megumi Zenâin from the list even though the teenager was the heir of the Zenâin business empire.Â
These were the thoughts that should consume Satoruâthe future, not the past. His kid, not you. And he was right about doing so, because when he came home to his penthouse, he was told that he had a visitor.Â
A visitor on a Wednesday afternoon?Â
Your brother-in-law, the esteemed prosecutor who sent his evil stepmother to jail, appeared on his front door, carrying Sachiro in his arms. It was hard to tell what type of emotions were visible on the manâs face, but he definitely didnât bring any good news.Â
âIan?â Satoru promptly made way for the man to come in, ushering him into the penthouse and allowing him to set Sachiro down. The young boy was quick to dart off to his playroom, leaving the two men in an uncomfortable silence. âWhatâs going on? Weekends are usually my schedule with Sachi.âÂ
Ian cleared his throat, a hand on his pocket. âDo you mind looking after Sachiro for the time being?âÂ
By saying âfor the time beingâ, it seemed like Ian wanted to actually say âuntil further notice.â But that confused Satoru even more, because what was happening for the man to come here and ask him to let Sachiro stay beyond the agreed schedule with his father? He couldnât read through Ianâs expression and it was making him uneasy.Â
âI can, but⌠why so suddenly?â Gojou asked, glancing at his oblivious son.Â
âItâs Y/Nâs idea, Gen doesnât know about it.â Ian released an awkward chuckle. âYou know how my wife is.âÂ
Gen would absolutely hate it, Satoru was aware for sure. Though the questions lingered in his mind. âWhy would Y/N want Sachi to stay with me? Whereâs she?âÂ
Was it him or was Ian having a hard time explaining the situation? It felt like he was walking on eggshells, deciding between what had to be said and what shouldnât. He was careful with his words when he spoke again, âY/N flew to Monaco this morning and will be back when sheâs ready. She says Sachiro should spend all of his time with you while sheâs gone.âÂ
Monaco? Why would you be there?
Confusion bathed Satoruâs eyes. âIs it for a fashion event or something?âÂ
âNo, sheâs justâŚâ Ian struggled heavily. âWell, to sum it up, she has to go there to sort some things out. Itâs a personal thing, but she really needs this time for herself and we think itâs the best for her right now. I donât know how long sheâs gonna stay there or when sheâll be back, but I hope you understand what Iâm trying to say here.â
No, he didnât. Satoru found it difficult to fathom his ex-brother-in-lawâs words, seeing as he had no general idea of what was truly going on. But if you were flying to Monaco, surely Toji wouldnât allow you to go there all by yourself?Â
Ahh. It made sense now. I see whatâs happening here.Â
Satoruâs lips curled into sarcasm. You would be vacationing with the love of your life. Is that what it was? Planning your halted wedding? Choosing wedding gowns? Looking for venues? There was no way you would be flying to Monaco alone, especially without Sachiro around when you two had been inseparable since his birth.Â
âWhat kinda mother is she?â Satoru muttered in disgust, unaware that Ian had overheard him. But Ian had heard loud and clear. How could you leave your son behind like this? Couldnât you face your ex-husband to discuss it, instead of just dropping Sachiro off as if he were some unwanted toy?
âHold it right there,â Ian interjected, becoming defensive at the accusation. âYou have no idea what sheâs going through.â
How would he know? No one was telling him shit. No one was giving him details, so did they expect him to understand things and accept them as they were? Did they do the same thing to Satoru when he was at the verge of losing his sanity asking everyone for forgiveness over and over?Â
âI've never taken sides between you two, Satoru, you know that,â Ian continued, trying to maintain a calm demeanor and speak with clear judgment, âBut one thing Iâm not gonna let you do is call Y/N a bad mother.â
Satoruâs chest tightened at Ian's words, a mixture of guilt and frustration bubbling up inside him. He knew he shouldnât have spoken out of turn, but the pain and resentment were too raw to contain. It felt like you were abandoning him and your child, like you were off to a new chapter in your life again, and leaving everything behind. Perhaps this was his trauma from the New York thing crawling back at him, but it definitely reminded him of the day you had abandoned him. For three fucking years. How long would it take you to return now?Â
Why do you keep doing this? He was sick of it. You kept running away instead of talking to him. He gets it, people change, circumstances change, but couldnât you at least have the decency to talk to him about it? Was it wrong for him to wish youâd handled this differently? To wish that youâd talked to him, involved him in the decision-making process, instead of just making this unilateral decision and leaving him to pick up the pieces?Â
Satoru took a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. âItâs fine, Iâll take care of Sachi,â he reassured, âIâll take some time off work and have âKemi help me out.âÂ
He looked back at Ian, his eyes pleading for further details, for answers, for some semblance of clarity in the midst of this emotional turmoil.
Yet none of it was given.Â
And so, would it still be wrong to assume that he could now completely forget about you? That this opportunity to be with Sachiro would allow him a chance to share it with someone else? If you spent three years of your life playing house in New York with Toji, would it still be unfair for Satoru to do the same with Akemi?Â
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