#idk my ears are hurting again and i'm just fucking thinking about how maybe these arguments over 'bodily autonomy' aren't about

[barmecidebiohazard]

It's so interesting how I could get my ears pierced at a Claire's in under ten minutes, at age 8, without being harassed by adults who cry "what if you regret it???"

I did regret it, mind you. Hated getting the piercings, hated caring for them, hated wearing them- almost never did. I got an infection, my piercing holes closed but there's always be a little scar there, I still have pain in my ears intermittently. Suffering the long term ramifications of body mods at age 8 because my mom thought it'd be cute.

Nobody was there to explain the possible risks and benefits, I didn't have to go to three therapists and I didn't have to wait until I was 16 or 18 or 20 or whatever. Just walked into a mall and had my body permanently altered. But somehow that was fine.

[ell1e2010]

how tartaglia reacts when you're drunk and don't recognize him

tartaglia x gn!reader

sfw, drunk reader, angst, some fluff, reader has been hurt in prev relationships

A/N: i don't usually post stuff like this hehe, idk what changed my mind to!! hope you enjoy🤭

You had told him if you didn't come home before 2, he should probably come pick you up.

"Hey, you're here!" Hu Tao beams at Tartaglia.

"Thanks for watching them," he grins and gestures to you sitting at the counter.

"Yeah, dude, of course."

Tartaglia stares at you for a little while. He still can't get over how pretty you are, the curve of your nose, the ways your eyes kiss in the corners. Your hair looks surprisingly neat for someone who's drunk. Your expression is distant, finger trailing along the edge of the glass. You seem to be drinking vodka? He thought you didn't like vodka.

Sliding an arm around your shoulders, he leans to whisper in your ear, "Hey, pretty, you ready to go?"

You leap back into the present.

Looking puzzled, you push his arm off of you, saying, "Please don't call me that."

He blinks, a ghost of a smile still on his face. "Haha... what?"

Their faces mirror each other in confusion.

"I'm not going home with you, I have a boyfriend," you say, turning back to the half filled glass.

It clicks in Tartgalia's head, and a teasing grin forms. "A boyfriend, huh? Can I fight him for you?"

"You'd lose," you reply flatly, deadpan.

Dropping himself into the seat next to you and propping up his cheek, he says, "Tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

He watches his lover's expression brighten, like you forgot the entire exchange that just happened.

"Oh, he's the sweetest," you gush immediately. "And he makes me laugh so much, and he's so lively and good with people, but he's so hardworking and stubborn and, ugh, he's so beautiful. How is it possible to be so beautiful?"

His heart is about to explode all over Hu Tao's kitchen counter. His mind can't believe it, he's the reason your face is a beautiful, dreamy, rambling mess.

And you're not done. "I don't deserve him," you say, "I wish I could do something for him, but he always says I don't have to."

Because you don't have to, my dove, Tartaglia thinks. You're doing more than enough already.

Your expression suddenly snaps. "Shit. I'm a terrible person. I need to go home."

Tartaglia snaps out of his own trance in alarm. "Why?"

"He's at home now, and I'm out here getting wasted." You rub your face and search for your bag and phone.

"Woah, hey, you're drunk," he holds you by the shoulders, "I'm taking you home."

"Just because you're literally gorgeous doesn't mean you get to touch and take home random people!" You smack his hands off of you, again. Tartaglia's not sure if he should cry or laugh.

You cover your mouth in surprise at your own words. "Holy fuck, I'm a terrible person," you whisper. "Am I allowed to call someone who isn't my boyfriend gorgeous?"

He's convinced alcohol makes your brain overthink twice as fast as it usually does.

He also thinks it's a dumb question. Have I given them the impression they can't speak their mind?

He thinks it's okay. "Of course you are," he tells you instead, frowning. "He's not a good boyfriend if you have to be allowed to do something."

"No, he's a great boyfriend!" you say instantly. "I just-" You cut yourself off with a sigh and chew on your fingernail. There's a loud thumping in his heart as he waits for you to continue.

"I never know about these things," you say finally. "I feel like he never really tells me how he truly feels. I don't know if there's something I do that actually bothers him. And I'm..." You rub your nose bridge. "I'm scared to ask."

Tartaglia is quiet for a long moment. What he has cleverly deduced from this is that his lover is scared of him. All pride he'd felt earlier from making you swoon is now replaced by a sick feeling of self hatred.

"Maybe there's just nothing you do that really bothers him," he suggests softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Your expression turns glum. Fuck, was that the wrong thing to say? He mentally kicks himself.

"That can't be right," you sigh. "When I have nightmares, he always wakes up to comfort me. I'm pretty sure that pisses him off. And he always says it's okay too, but-" you blink rapidly, like blinking away tears. Tag winces.

"But then he... he takes longer in the shower, adds more caffeine to his coffee. And- and he'll eat less of the breakfast I make him."

"Oh," he says smartly, running out of things to say. He should've paid more attention to the little things, knowing that of course you would.

You shake your head and squeeze your slightly glassy eyes shut. After mumbling to yourself, "stop oversharing to strangers" twice, you put the cork back in the vodka bottle and set your glass in Hu's sink after pouring it down the drain.

"Anyway," you turn to him when you're done, "goodnight, I guess. Thanks for listening?"

"I'll walk you home," he offers again, softly.

You hesitate. Of course you hesitate.

"You're drunk," he reminds you. "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind as long as you get home safe."

You give in. You let him put his coat around your shoulders, but you don't put your hands through the sleeves.

Halfway home, you just stop walking.

"Love?" Tag tilts his head at you. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You blink a few times. "Tartaglia?"

He grins. "Yes, hi. You recognize me now?"

You blink again. Then a smile starts to spread, and you forget the reason for your daze. You put your arms into the sleeves of his coat. "Yes," you say sheepishly. "Hey, you."

A hand is held out for him to hold.

Their talk can wait for next morning.

sorry if tartaglia is a little ooc! thank you for reading 🫶 might post a part two where he comforts you about it?

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field XI

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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a/n: nothing much to say other than thank you guys and i hope you like it :)

next part

"You can't call me that here!" You hiss, taking the final steps out into the summer nights breeze.

"Never mind that, what are you doing here?" Coriolanus asks as soon as the door to the back of the building shuts behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet alley behind the Hob.

You groan, dragging your hands over your face. "I had nowhere to go."

"Well, I... what happened?"

"Does it really matter?" You just shake your head looking up at him now, face red with anger. "If we're gonna talk, how about we talk about how you tried to drag me down to hell with you, huh? How about we talk about you showing up after trying to ruin my life and kissing me like I'm some kind of object to you! After all this time! Let's talk about that!"

Coryo takes a sharp breath in, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "You're not an object." He says, a hint of disgust in his voice, upset that you would even imply that he felt that way.

"Funnily enough, that is the bottom of my list of concerns right now!" You laugh dryly. "I thought we were friends! I thought you cared! And maybe that was stupid of me but don't come back now saying that you do." Your narrowed eyes are rimmed with tears now, and he can see that you're hurt despite you trying to shield it in anger.

"We are friends, I-"

"No, Coriolanus, we aren't, because friends don't do that!"

"Will you stop fucking interrupting me!" He shouts, making you jump. He's fed up with you always having to have the last word. "For once, just one time, will you let me explain?"

You just stare at him, jaw grit as you look up at him. You've never looked softer, your clothes and your hair are so loose and freeing and unlike you and you've somehow never looked more like yourself.

"I'm sorry. Okay?" He says, taking a hesitant step closer to you.

"Is that all you've got?" You scoff, nodding to yourself and pushing past him to walk back inside.

He can't let you go again, he just can't. He grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Y/N, listen, I'm sorry. I regretted it the moment I said it, I shouldn't have pulled you into that but they already knew and I just wanted to be able to help you." Internally you roll your eyes, relaxing your arm so he knows you won't run. You'll hear him out. "All I wanted was for you to come with me, I thought they would ship us off together."

"Me? As a peacekeeper? Un-fucking-likely." You reply bitterly. "Did you think that through for even a second before you decided that I would be better off with you? Or were you just scared of being alone?"

The question makes him pause, which was enough hesitation for you to pull your arm away and start walking off toward the street. "Tigris wanted me to tell you they love you, by the way!" You call back over your shoulder, turning the corner and disappearing out of his view.

You walk around the building and back to the front entrance, hoping you could lose him in the crowd if he decides to follow you. You were no longer in any mood to dance, that's for sure, so you would just wait for the show to end in the back where you first talked to Lucy Gray again. You push through the abundance of people dancing, the music blaring in your ears. You make it to the desolate hallway, attempting to gather yourself before you really start to cry.

"Y/N?" You hear someone call from behind you, and you turn at the use of your real name. It didn't sound like Coryo, or any of the Covey band.

"Sejanus!" You squeal, running back toward him and tackling him in a hug. "God, I have never been happier to see your face in my life." You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Likewise." He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm great." You grin, taking a step back to talk to him face-to-face instead.

"We have to find Coriolanus, he'll be thrilled to see you." He says, looking over his shoulder to see if he could spot the blonde anywhere in the crowd.

"Ugh." You groan, rolling your eyes. "No, I saw him."

He snaps his head back, looking at you confused. "You don't seem happy." He observes, stating the obvious.

"Tell me, Sejanus," You muse, resting a hand on your hip as you shift your weight. "If you had someone you perceived as more than a friend take the liberty of framing you for something that could cost you your whole life when they knew you were innocent, would you forgive them if their only apology was a kiss?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. You knew you were stretching the truth, but Coriolanus had done the same thing, clearly, so what was the harm in wanting Sejanus on your side?

"I... what? No, he didn't- he didn't tell me that." He looks shocked, looking back again to see if he could see him.

"Well. That's what just happened, weirdly enough." You laugh, shrugging to try and portray that you don't really care much more than that.

"I- um... We were told you were sick." He changes the subject now, something you're happy about because one more thought about Coryo and you might be in tears; or you might start throwing things.

"Sick? No." You shake your head. "I ran because if I hadn't, I'd be six feet under in the Capitol cemetery by now, no doubt. That or I'd be lacking a tongue."

"Oh, wow." He doesn't know what to say, so you just hum in agreement. "Coriolanus almost convinced me you were dead, but I knew better. They couldn't kill you if they tried, I don't think."

You chuckle, shrugging slightly. "Well, yeah. So that's been my life recently. Now I'm staying with Lucy Gray." You explain. "But what about you? You follow out here Coryo too?"

"More or less." He nods, a slight smile on his face. "Hey, uh, I've got to go, got some business to take care of but we'll get together again soon, okay? I'm really glad you're alive."

You nod, hugging him again. "Yeah, of course. I'm staying at this ugly, old grey house at the edge of the seam, past the end of the road. There's goats out back, you can't miss it. You'd think there's nothing out there, but trust me, we'll be there. Come by sometime when you're free, okay?"

"Will do." He agrees, hugging you back for just a moment. "I'll see you soon, Miss Sage." He teases, giving you a polite bow before turning to return to the party. You furrow your brow a bit as he almost directly approaches Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray's ex alongside one of his scummy friends, but you decide to mind your business. Sejanus was always too nice to everyone for his own good, anyway.

"Y/N's here." Coriolanus states, both him and Sejanus helping to carry their intoxicated bunkmates back to the barracks. "You see her?"

"I did, yeah, I talked to her." He nods, eyes straight ahead as their shoes crunch over the gravel.

"You talked to her? When?"

"A little after her performance, she was heading to this back room. Seemed awfully upset."

Coryo sighs. "What did she tell you?"

"That you betrayed her." Sejanus answers simply, adjusting his friend's arm over his shoulder. "That she was going to be killed or worse if she stayed."

"That's not-" Coryo thinks it over. "I didn't betray her, Sejanus. We know one baseline thing about Y/N Y/L/N and it's that she is, if nothing else, dramatic."

"Really? I wouldn't describe her that way." Sejanus argues subtly. "She's outspoken, maybe slightly obnoxious at times, but I feel like I am too. The one thing I know for sure about her is that she's not a liar, Coriolanus."

Coryo doesn't know if he's more angry about Sejanus calling you 'obnoxious' or framing it so nicely that you don't keep your mouth shut when you probably should. You were his girl, his. No one should talk about you like that but him- praise you or critique you all the same. You didn't know it yet, necessarily, but you were his to protect and to fix, if need be. You were rough around the edges, that's for certain, but you would mellow out eventually if you ever forgave him. "She wouldn't let me explain."

"Oh, was this before or after you kissed her as an apology?" Sejanus matches the heavy statement with a laugh and Coryo rolls his eyes at his response.

"I just, I needed her to know I did it because I care. I thought she was dead."

"Okay, well, she told me where she's staying. Told me to stop by on a day off." Sejanus admits. "Maybe you should come with me."

"Maybe." He agrees.

It was another week of torturous loneliness before Coriolanus was graced with a day off, and not even so much graced as he had to trade with one of his bunkmates to have the same day off as Sejanus. As soon as they ate they grabbed a couple bags of ice to bring with them to help you and your new friends beat the heat- a peace offering, of sorts.

The early August sun beat down on their backs as they walked through the Seam, a decrepit and rundown residential area that Coryo had no doubt had never seen a single air conditioner in all its days. There's no way you were happy here. Even with the lightness of his t-shirt and the early hour, he still had to fight the urge to remove it and instead drape it over his head to shade his skin from the sun.

"There's nothing down here. She lied to you." Coryo mutters as the already crumbled road falls into nothing more than a trail.

"Y/N said we had to keep going past the road." Sejanus says, looking back at him over his shoulder. "You want to hate her so bad, but you can't."

"I certainly can." Coryo grumbles in denial. "She's giving me the runaround. Obviously, she gave you fake directions-"

"Are you sure about that?" His friend replies smugly, looking through the overgrown trees ahead at a small grey house circled in by a white fence that hadn't seen a wash in years.

Coriolanus doesn't say anything, mentally rolling his eyes at being proven wrong. "Alright, go knock, then." He gestures for his friend to go ahead.

"This is your big plan to win her over? Hide in the bushes while I go in?"

"No. I'm just sure she lied and a local drunk is about to open the door with a gun pointed at your head."

"Suit yourself." Sejanus replies lightheartedly, practically skipping up to the door and giving it a few gentle knocks before taking a step back.

It's only a few moments and lots of chatter from inside before the door is swung open. "Hello there, what can we do ya' for?" Lucy Gray grins, and Sejanus looks pointedly over his shoulder at Coryo.

"Hi, I'm Sejanus, I'm a friend of Y/N's from back home." He explains and she smiles.

"Of course! I thought I recognized you, come on in, she's out in the back but you can just pass right through." She lets him in, looking at Coryo standing just outside of the fence line.

"You coming, Coriolanus?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she holds the door, leaning against the frame.

He plasters on a smile, nodding and walking up to her on the porch that he's shocked doesn't collapse under his feet. "How are you?" She grins at him. "It's good to see you."

"You too." He nods. "I'm glad to see you made it home safe."

"Hey, well, welcome to the club." She chuckles, closing the door behind him. "Y/N's just out back." She points toward the back door. "But she's not too keen about seeing you, you know."

"So I've heard." Coryo sighs. "The feeling is mutual."

"Then why are you here?" She asks her previous mentor calmly. He's stumped by this, unsure how to respond. "Well, if it helps, I'm real glad you're here. I missed you." Lucy Gray promises, leading him to the back door and swinging it open.

Your head turns at the appearance of Coryo's silhouette on the back stairs. You internally groan, of course Sejanus would bring him. "And you brought Coriolanus." You smile bitterly at your friend, sliding an ice cube from the bag across your bare collarbones over the shirt you had now cut the sleeves off completely to turn into a tube top.

"Yeah, well, I figured you might want to actually talk." Sejanus offers, raising an eyebrow at you.

"We wanted to make sure you were doing okay here. Living up to your high standards." Coryo replies for you.

"Do I look uncomfortable to you?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip. "Well, now you've seen it all. Thanks for coming, Coriolanus, but I'm clearly happy here, so you can be on your way. Don't you have a rebel to shoot at?"

"Hey, woah-" Sejanus chuckles, holding his hands out to you in mock surrender. "Y/N, we just wanted to visit. I know I speak for both of us when I say that we've missed you."

You sigh, rolling your eyes slightly. You were nothing if not polite, raised to be a flawless hostess in your own home. "Alright. Sit." You gesture to the patch of grass next to you, by the little garden you're digging into to start some fall flowers. You've always wanted to try a garden, but your family paid people to do that and you didn't have the time, so why would you?

Lucy Gray and Sejanus do most of the talking, and you try to avoid looking up much from the dirt you're digging up and the small seeds you're planting. Coriolanus is sitting too close to Lucy Gray for your comfort, but you've been working on your temper, and until he showed back up it was going really well.

"Lucy Gray!" Billy Taupe calls from the front of the house, drawing all of your attention. You'd seen more of him than you have cared to since you've been here, he just won't leave her alone.

"Oh lord, here we go." She huffs, standing up and brushing off her skirt.

"I'll come with you." Sejanus offers quickly, standing as well. You're reminded of how, apparently, he and Billy Taupe know each other but you still can't understand why. The two of them disappear around the side of the house, and you're left alone with Coriolanus.

You keep a straight face, continuing with your cycle. Dig a hole, move the dirt, bury the seed, water it, repeat.

"What are you planting?" He decides to break the silence, moving a little closer to you and leaning back on his palms.

"Flowers, some fruit." You mumble back, keeping your focus on your hands.

"Isn't it a bit late in the season?" He asks, head tilted as he watches you.

"Raspberries are perennials." You reply plainly. "And roses bloom until late fall, do they not?"

"They do." He nods in confirmation, smiling a little to himself. Raspberries and roses together. He wonders if you even know what you're doing, or if this was a subconscious yearning you didn't know you had; to be with him in every form.

"Then there's no harm in planting them now." You say, stopping to take a quick break. You lean back on your calves where you were kneeling, grabbing the ice bag that is now mostly melted to drink out of. You hold it out to Coryo when you're done, shaking it when he hesitates to take it from your hand. "Drink. It's hot, you'll get dehydrated quickly even just sitting out here."

Coryo takes it at that, looking away quickly when he catches that glimpse of pity in your eyes, the same look that plagued him in the weeks leading up the the games and after he thought you died. He hated it until then, but now, maybe it wasn't so bad. At least you were looking at him, and it seemed like it was some kind of inherent need you had to take care of him. The thought of that made his stomach flip.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you." You say suddenly, catching him so off guard he almost spits out his water. District life really must have been changing you, and it was worse than he imagined. It wasn't just the loose-fitting clothes that were one stitch away from falling off of your frame, however breathtaking they may somehow look. Now, Y/N Y/L/N was in the business of issuing apologies? Someone call a doctor. "I shouldn't have said... that. It was cruel."

Coryo nods slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I figured you didn't mean it."

"You were lucky they had already decided my guilt. I would have torn your head off by now, otherwise." That's the Y/N I know.

"Sejanus told me they were going to execute you."

"Well, not necessarily." You sigh, pulling your skirt back out of the way before digging your hands back into the dirt. "It wasn't stated, but it was service that was suggested. Possibly nursing, probably under my father back home. When I climbed out my window, they were discussing the possibility of having me turned into an Avox. Highbottom said I knew too much, but I know my father would rather shamelessly bury me than have his oldest turned into a symbol of rebellion." You explain, now seeing no harm in telling him the full story.

"What do you know, anyway?" Coriolanus asks. It had been bothering him for a long time, and up until a week ago, he thought you took those secrets to the grave.

"That he and my father are proprietors of the largest drug ring Panem has ever seen." You answer simply, a smug smile taking over your features as you press some dirt carefully over a planted seed. "The main storage is in a secret room in our wine cellar, an old bunker from the war. I stumbled into it when I was thirteen-ish. I mean, you wouldn't believe everything they had down there. I haven't seen anything like it. Actual gallons upon gallons of morphling, other addictive crap that'll ruin your life, even weed." You giggle, sitting back again to gesture with your hand how big everything is.

Coriolanus can feel his eyes going wide at your confession, and he stammers. "I- wow, uh..."

"Come on," You chuckle, tilting your head at him like it was obvious. "Doctors don't have that much power unless they're a game maker Like Gaul, or have that money to start. They make money, sure, but not like that."

"Well," He swallows, nodding slightly at the intake of information. "That explains you being able to walk all over Highbottom for so long." He chuckles. It all makes so much sense now, how both you and Highbottom have a seemingly endless supply of morphling on you, and your father had a decently sized sought-after medical practice, but nothing that could add up to the amount of power and influence he possessed back home. "And the weed you brought to Livia's seventeenth birthday party."

You laugh. "No one even knew what to do with it- we were all so damn sheltered." You hum, matching his smile. "Still, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." He shakes his head.

"You sure? Because last I recall, you did snitch on me, Snow. And frame me, if I’m remembering correctly…"

Coryo sighs. "I know, I know... But I did mean what I said. I just- it was stupid, but I thought I could protect you. Genuinely."

You don't seem mad anymore, just smiling at him. "I know." You say, voice so sickly sweet and soft in a way he had only ever heard from you once before; when he was on the verge of a panic attack in the arena. You had told him that soon it would all be over, simultaneously you were right but you also couldn't have been more wrong.

You needed him to believe all was forgiven, and the small look of satisfaction on his face proves to you that it has worked. From here, the games were back on.

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[darlingsfandom]

hii idk if u write dark fics but could you do a yandere!emmett where he kidnaps the reader, you don’t have to write it if it makes u uncomfortable!!

hi!! I've never wrote dark fics before but hey! First time for everything right! Also thank you for asking ✨

WARNINGS: kidnapping, fingering, slight breeding kink! Swearing ...

No, it wasn't Emmett's fault. It couldn't have been his fault that you were alone. You were alone in your room at least you had thought. Emmett wasn't really anything to you, just another guy in the village. He was older than you by a good twenty maybe even thirty years, but you can't lie his eyes were a very pretty shade of blue and the scruff wasn't too bad but he's just another guy.

Emmett had wanted you since the day you were found out in the woods. Lee had found you alone and scared but brought you to the village and helped you get on your feet. Emmett watched your every move since then. It wasn't creepy too him because if you didn't know how he watched you when you went to bed or how you'd cook dinner for one, it's not creepy just merely observing his favorite person.

You were laid out on your bed flipping through some magazine about the hottest new Hollywood couple when the sound of foot steps perked you up. You set the magazine down and then the steps stopped. Your fingers wrapped around the bat you had next to your bed before you got up and slowly approached your bedroom door. With a quick open you jumped back and swung the bat only to realize you were swinging at nothing. You rubbed your forehead with your freehand. "For fucks sake!" You whispered yelled to yourself making yourself try to calm down again but because you let your guard down Emmett took his chance. His leather gloved hand wrapped around your mouth and the other around your waist. Your body instantly went into fight mode, your legs trying to kick and arms trying to flee, but they couldn't. Emmett might be older than you but he's sure as hell a lot stronger.

"Shh!" He whispered into your ear before biting down onto the lobe. Emmett used his strength to drag you down the hallway, out the back door and into his old pickup truck. He made sure to keep everything neat as possible just in case anyone decided they'd stop to see you. You should've ran when he had you the truck but you didn't know Emmett like that. He was crazy enough to kidnap you from your own home, he could kill you right there. Emmett got his truck going and drove in silence as you sat there with your hands tied poorly in some old rope.

Your eyes stung from the tears as Emmett pulled into the dark part of the woods. "Oh my god!" You whispered to yourself as he circled the truck, yanked you out by your arm and dragged you through the wet ground until you were shoved inside a little shack. "Please don't kill me!" You blurted out as he pulled the string on the light.

"Kill ya? Why on earth would I kill ya? You've seen too many movies my dear. I'm not gonna kill ya." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before pulling out the pocket knife , cut the rope and tossed it aside before shoving you into the work bench. "I would never kill ya. Ya might be pretty but ya sure are stupid to think I'd hurt ya doll. Ya see, yer ma girl and I'd never let anyone hurt you so that's why I had to bring ya here. Gotta protect ya!" Emmetts beard tickled against your cheek when he leaned in and kissed you. It took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to push him off and run, your legs wouldn't let you. Emmett's hands ran over your hips before yanking down your pajama shorts. A small gasp left your lips as the cool breeze blew across your wet spot on your panties.

Emmett had the pocket knife in his hand as he held it against your throat. "Now I know ya ain't the brightest star baby , but please don't try anything stupid. I'd had for ya to get hurt. Just let me do what I want to ya because yer mine ! And I will play with ya however I please." The blade ran across your pressure point, down between your breasts, over your stomach and finally ripped open your panties.

"So wet already. It shouldn't turn ya on that I've kidnapped ya and am holding your life in my hands and wet yer soaked." He teased you as his index finger toyed over your folds slowly while his lips attached to the pressure points on your neck biting gently until you snapped back into reality when he pulled away and the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you going faster with each second made your knees buckle while your hands gripped the work bench behind you. Emmett licked over the bite as he pumped his fingers harder. "What a freak you are sweetheart! Getting off on my fingers . " He couldn't handle it anymore and yanked his fingers out leaving a you feeling empty but only for a few seconds because once reality washed over you again that you were in fact getting fucked by your kidnapper, Emmett was already thrusting his fat cock into your tight pussy.

"Ya got a tight little pussy baby! It's mine!" He growled into your ear while snapping his hips into yours harder and harder. "Ya wanted this! Ya NEEDED this! Needed me to take care of ya. No one was ever satisfying enough for ya! " tears streamed down your face as Emmett took no mercy on you.

"Don't ya dare cry baby! Yer already so wet and your thighs are shaking! Can't believe yer going to cum because ya getting fucked by yer kidnapper and lover! So fucked up! Ya dirty slut! My! DIRTY! SLUT!" With each snap Emmett got closer to his own orgasm making you cry harder until the own feeling in your belly fired up.

"That's it pretty baby, cum on my cock while I fill you up and knock ya up! Look so good carrying my baby in ya belly!" His eyes rolled back into his head as he filled you to the brim with his cum which made your own orgasm hit you hard. You cried loudly while dragging your nails down his back.

"Aww see baby, ya really were meant to be mine and only mine." Emmett smirked down at you before giving the most loving kiss you've ever felt.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

No no no you’re getting a FUCKING REQUEST TODAY BABY

Ok so maybe someone of your choice with a really bubbly talkative reader and someone called reader annoying and then they like- stick up for reader

Does that make sense-

Like-

Reader: *talking*

Bitch: “ur annoying”

Person of choice: “not on my watch”

yes yes yes !! im in love with this ask frog oml

angel watch

wilbur soot x loud!reader

warnings: angst?? idk but theres DEF some fluff sprinkled in here

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reader pov

I never really thought about my actions often, but in a good way. Obviously I would know if I accidentally hurt someone, like any other average human being would do. But I never ever thought about my personality and it's own actions.

Ever since I was in first grade, my parents, friends and even teachers would describe me as someone with a "flirtatious, bubbly" personality. That never really got to me, and I found it funny. I mean, it does make sense, as I literally used "bubbly" in my Twitch username for when I stream. I do have to say, it's quite useful when streaming, as it keeps me engaged with my chat. That's what I enjoyed about myself. But I guess my chat didn't that day.

"Hello bubblies! How are we doing today my loves?" I said, smiling into the webcam.

user657: great!!

user342: meh, but ur stream is the best !! :D

userfroggie8: live laugh love y/n

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"Nice, nice! If your day is going pretty shit, I hope I can cheer you guys up!" I said, making a heart sign into the webcam. "Today is going to mainly just be a silly lil' rant stream. Maybe perhaps some storytimes? Maybe some clip reactions? We'll see, loves. But first, I need to remind everyone that you can subscribe to my channel for free with Twitch Prime if you have it and would like to support me."

I continued the stream with talking about random stuff that popped into my head. I was in my little streaming room, in my little shared apartment. What I didn't know is what my boyfriend was watching in the living room.

wilbur pov

Whoever said that cleaning pots and pans from the night before is a "relaxing" thing to do, needs to wake the fuck up. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make y/n do it, especially since they're going to be really tired after their stream. Especially with their cute, bubbly personality, when they get tired, they get tired. They have full on "sugar crashes".

I felt my phone vibrate from my back pocket. I placed the last pan down on the drying towel and slid my phone into my hands. I unlocked it.

"y/n_bubbles is live! "LETS CHAT!!" I smiled into the reflection of my phone. I plopped down onto the living room sofa and opened up the Twitch app, playing y/n's stream. I watched for a while, before grabbing my phone to send a message back to Tommy and catching up with my twitter page. I focused my ears back onto y/n's stream.

reader pov

"Alright, lets take a break from the rants for now. I bet y'all are tired of hearing my crazy rant voice!" I laughed to myself.

Suddenly, my donation sound popped up. "I should probably change my sound from the duck noises. That's, um, real immature from me..." I laughed again.

user10 donated $2.00

i dont watch ur streams often but can you like stop talking once in a while ur rly annoying. stop thinking you're different from other streamers and that ur "quirky". stfu. /srs

"Thanks user10 for the $2! Guys, I seriously can't read, I need to take a second to actually read the donations out loud for you guys, seriously." I inspected the donation closer. "Alright user10, what did you write... 'i don't watch ur streams often but can you like stop talking once in a while ur rly annoying-'" My heart stopped.

Don't let them notice Y/n.

Don't let them fucking notice.

I continued reading. "'stop thinking you're different from other streamers and that you're.." I paused. "that you're quirky. Shut the fuck up.' Um, I'm gonna take a little pause break guys." I said quietly, quickly turning off my webcam and switching to the "BRB" screen. I kicked my legs up to the chair and sat there for a minute, ignoring the rest of the world around me. Is that what they really thought of me..?

wilbur pov

I looked back up at the TV. I thought y/n was just talking about her random new games she enjoyed or about her friends, but instead was met with utter silence. When you hear your bubbly significant other who is the biggest extrovert stop talking, in the middle of a chatting stream, you know something's up. I looked over to the corner and saw a donation from some "user10". "i dont watch ur streams often but can you like stop talking once in a while ur rly annoying. stop thinking you're different from other streamers and that ur "quirky". stfu. /srs"

What. The. Fuck.

Not even bothering to shut the TV off or grab my phone, I ran upstairs to Y/n's streaming room and looked over at Y/n, sitting dead silent in her chair. I ran over to them and spun their chair around, accidentally hitting the keyboard and hurting my arm. "Fuck-".

Shut up Wilbur! Focus on your partner.

I spun their chair around and raised up their head. "Hey, hey, it's okay! That person is being a total dick, and what they said was utter lies." They raised their head up and looked at me in the eyes. "Don't listen to them. You're an incredible person." I stood up and looked down at them. Their legs were still bouncing. I kneeled back down again and placed my hand on their thigh to help them stop shaking.

"I love you." I said, before softly kissing them. I felt y/n stop shaking and smiled into the kiss. They turned back to their monitor and their jaw- dropped...?

"Uh, Will?" they said softly.

"Yes, love?" I replied.

"You accidentally turned the webcam back on when you hit the keyboard. The microphone was also on still. Chat's going fucking bananas." they laughed, placing their head in their hands.

user7798: FUCK USER10

user455: they're dating???? OMG

y/nstan4life: omg there so cute why cant i have that [happy-cry]

mcyt7447: Y/NBUR!!

I looked over to the chat and chuckled. "Oh shit."

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[therantsofawriterrr]

The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version

Part Three: Old Faces With New Personalities

Overview: While Lila and Diego keep hiding secrets from each other, Luther encounters familiar faces, that don't seem familiar in some aspects.

TW: Mature language, implied sex (idk maybe), hurt with comfort, the cafe scene except its different, tell me if i missed anything! Pairings in the chapter: Diego×Lila (Fluff alert hehe) A/N: So, I saw someone say that Five attended the Keeper meetings because he was still looking for a way to get his fam and himself back to their original timeline, which ig, makes sense, but i have established smn so yk im going with that but dw, we'll get to see that. Also, again, the Diego×Lila dynamic that we deserved to see. And a little surprise too (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠).

Masterlist

After the Keepers meeting ended, Lila and Five sat in a cafe in the next block, discussing the contents that were discussed.

"Look, if these artifacts are from different timelines and now they're showing up-" Lila started saying.

"It's possible the old man's reset didn't take," Five finished.

"What does that even mean?" Lila asked, hoping Five would have an answer.

"I have no idea," Five said in a tired voice. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while, which worried Lila a bit.

Over the last six years, she had grown closer to everyone in the Hargreeves family. She'd grown to be a caring aunt to Grace, a fun-loving sister-in-law to Klaus, a caring, supportive one to Luther, and a snarky, sarcastic one to Five.

"Look, whatever this is, don't say anything to the family just yet," Five requested. "Not even Diego."

"Absolutely not," Lila agreed. "He thinks I'm at book club."

He gave her a dirty look, not at all happy with the sentence.

"It's just easier that way," Lila said, her eyes shining with guilt.

"Easier? It's Diego we're talking about, Lila. You know how he can get."

"Yeah. But... you know how he'll get if he gets in on this. He'll jump to conclusions, and make rash decisions and everything. Don't you remember him during the 60s?"

They both shuddered involuntarily as Five nodded. "Alright. well, it's a good thing I never got married. Too much deception involved."

He took a bite of his scone, which got some cream on his mustache. Lila smiled with a sigh as she took a tissue in her hand and wiped it away. "Didn't dear old Reggie teach any of you Hargreeves men how to eat?"

He scoffed with irritation as he said, "Don't coddle me, I'm not a child."

"Yeah, well you surely eat like one," she retorted, balling up the tissue and leaning back.

Suddenly a woman slammed her hands down on the table, making them both jump as she glared at Five.

"Next time I call," she gritted through her teeth. "I expect you to pick up your phone, accept it and put the damn thing to your ear."

Five's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her with confusion. "How'd you find out my location?"

The woman just stood up and stared at him, pulling up a chair to sit. Lila noticed she was pretty in an unconventional way, with a sugarplum balayage on her dark brown hair and stony grey eyes. Wearing brown bellbottom trousers with a tucked-in maroon shirt, sleeves reaching till just below her elbows, a beautiful vintage watch on her left wrist, and maroon kitten heels on her feet, she looked like a boss lady.

"Did you put a fucking tracker in my outfit?" Five asked indignantly.

"Do you think I had a choice?" she deadpanned, drumming her fingers on the table. "You don't accept my calls, half the time you don't even wanna talk to me."

"Because you're annoying, Clementine," Five declared heatedly.

She only sighed with a roll of her eyes, ignoring the comment. "Anyway, look, we need to talk."

Five took an angry bite of his scone, prompting Lila to throw a tissue at him with a disgusted look.

"Alone, Five," Clementine asserted.

"If it's about the Keepers, then I could help, y'know," Lila interjected. "I've been investigating them as well."

Clementine's eyes lit up as she turned towards her, crossing her arms on the table. "Really? What have you found out about them yet?"

"Oh, well, that it started in New Mexico and everyone's just flocking towards it like lemmings. Oh, also, the Cleanse," she said, mimicking Jean when she said the last word.

"The Cleanse? What's that?" she asked.

"No idea. But, Gene, one of the leaders, said that it's either the end, or a great restoration."

Clementine whipped out a small notepad, turning to a page and starting to scribble in as Five took in a breath, almost looking scandalized.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're going to be reporting that to the deputy director."

"I have to give him something, Five," she said, focused on writing in her notebook before lifting her head to look at him. "Why? Are you ashamed that she, a civilian might know more than you, a goddamn CIA agent?"

"Oh, burn!" Lila exclaimed, laughing loudly. "Oh, I like you so much."

"Thanks! You're fun, too!" She exclaimed with bright cheerful grey eyes.

Lila stared at them with a kind of a knowing smile as they continued bickering. Her phone vibrated in her bag, and she took it out to see a text from Diego.

Hey, did book club end? You need a ride? I miss you🥺

She stared at the text with a tender smile before it faded, her eyes turning thoughtful and guilty. She got up, taking her small handbag with her, slinging it onto her shoulder.

"Well, you kids stay safe now," she said playfully, even though they didn't really hear her during their conversation.

Upon reaching home, she found Diego snoring on the couch in front of the TV, making her smile as she went to push some of his hair away from his forehead. She started going to her room to change when a hand caught onto her wrist, pulling her back.

She fell onto Diego's lap with a surprised gasp, her arm automatically going around his shoulders as her legs dangled off his thighs. He smiled sleepily as he gave her a peck on the nose, making her giggle as she gave him one on his lips.

"You should've gone to bed," she said softly, nuzzling her nose against his.

He hummed, his arms hugging her waist tighter, blinking the sleep away. "I can't sleep without you beside me, Lila. You know that."

She chuckled with a shake of her head, her other arm going to rest on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

"It's alright. I know you lose track of time during book club. How was it, by the way?"

She nodded with a shrug and said, "Not very informative. But it was fun."

Diego did feel a sting in his heart at the fact that she still wouldn't come clean to him about what she was doing, but he didn't budge on his trust. She'd earned it and so he was giving her the chance to tell him about her investigation when she wanted to.

He gave out a sudden yawn, making her chuckle again. "You can barely keep your eyes open, love. Go to bed. I'll join you after a shower."

"Hmm, can I join?" he asked with a playful smile, making her slap on his shoulder.

"Yes," she said and sauntered over to their room, making him jump up after her as he took off his shirt excitedly.

Simultaneously, a few blocks away, Luther stood in front of his apartment door with a blank look on his face, wanting to bang his head on it. In the time he knew Sloane, he'd memorized the places she went to. Even if Reginald reset the timeline, that wouldn't change.

He worked part-time in a cafe that Sloane usually visited to note down places that she'd visit if she got a chance to get out. All neat and noted. He still had it and usually carried it around with him.

Every evening after work, he worked in that place. Every fucking evening, he hoped that she'd come in, get in line and ask for a latte. But, it always just ended up killing all the hope inside him.

Suddenly, the door next to his apartment burst open, making him jump with a surprised grunt, as he looked to the side.

A guy exited, immediately looking at him with concern. "Oh, hey, sorry man, are you alright?"

"Yeah," Luther said, batting a dismissive hand. "It's alright, I'm alright."

The guy heaved a relieved sigh before giving him a smile. "I'm Christopher by the way, though, I mostly go by Chris."

Luther's eyebrows furrowed a little bit as the cube from Sparrow Academy, who had the same name, flashed in his mind, but he just ignored it and smiled back, not quite reaching his eyes.

"Who're you yapping with out there?" A very familiar voice said, making Luther perk up a bit.

And out the door, walked none other than Alphonso, Sparrow Number Four. Luther's eyes widened as he gave out a tiny gasp.

"Oh, hey. New neighbour?" Alphonso asked, looking at him.

"I... Uh. No. Not really," he said, composing himself. "I just don't get out much out of work, I guess."

"Well, ya should, man! Tell you what, we're going to a bar this weekend with some friends. Not too crowded either, if you don't like that kinda thing. You wanna come with?"

"Yeah," he said with a bright, hopeful smile. "I'd love to."

"Alright. Lookin' forward to it, man," Alphonso said with a friendly grin, before they both walked away, talking amongst themselves.

When Luther entered his apartment that night, he didn't sink to the floor with a blank despair. He sunk down with hopeful tears, and the sobs that wracked his body were happy ones.

And when he went to sleep that night, he knew it wasn't because he'd see dreams of living in a house with Sloane. He'd see dreams of meeting her in a bar. Of talking to her. Of getting to know what she's like in this timeline.

For the first time in six years, Luther Hargreeves went to bed with joy in his heart.

Another A/N: Ok, ik i'm speedrunning this shit, but I just need to write it all down cause the brellie in me is not letting me write anything else. So, here u go, two parts in one day lol. I'm prolly gonna start writing the next part too, so stay tuned!!

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Tysm for reading!!

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 24

Third POV

It's now day two of Eboni staying home from school. Her foster parents believed her and also would inform her therapist on taking a break for the week. Thrilled with this, Eboni decides to use this free time to her advantage.

She gives herself new piercings, a bridge, and eyebrow piercing. Eboni remembers showering Jeff with pictures of what she's done - and his reaction was a bit hilarious. The teen found it funny how the killer's response was if it hurt or not. It was such a normal reaction, considering Jeff is a psychopath.

Speaking of Jeff, the killer has been texting her non stop- always asking if she's still breathing. An odd question- Why wouldn't she be breathing? Clearly, something is troubling him, but Eboni would rather wait until they see each other again to ask in person.

The smiling killer has been busy with more missions. As the days pass, Eboni takes note of the breaking news headlines of four more Red Riders gang members found dead. Taylor has been blowing up her phone because of this, and Eboni ignores her every time. She's surprised they haven't shown up at her home yet.

The teen is currently making rice porridge while listening to the latest update on the gang members' deaths. "Still no leads. What a surprise." She said, rolling her eyes.

The fact that only Eboni knows that it's Jeff committing these crimes - it still brings that twisted feeling of excitement. With this thought, she gets another text from the person of topic.

DD🖤🔪: *attachment sent* still breathing?

Eboni opens the message after finishing washing the dishes. She rolls her eyes but grins at the picture. It was Jeff in his classic white hoodie and ripped jeans- knife in hand. She takes a picture of her food and takes a rather revealing picture of herself to send him later.

E: uh, yeah. About to eat. *attachment sent*

DD🖤🔪: Damn... you can cook?

E: Yeah. My mom taught me the fundamentals and her recipes. Ran with it sense.

DD🖤🔪: Save a bowel for me, princess.

E: stopping by?

DD🖤🔪: damnit...fuck Idk. Faceless fucker has me busy today.

Eboni pouts but smiles as she sends that revealing picture she took earlier. The teen is only wearing a pink bra and panties set with a jacket and cat ears headband to hold her hair out of her face.

E: That's too bad daddy...I only made enough for two servings - I guess that leaves more for me 🤭🎀

It takes the killer awhile to reply, but once he does, it makes the girl squeal in embarrassment.

DD🖤🔪: *attachment sent* See what you do to me? Now I gotta deal with this. Gonna be late 'cause of you. You're just itching to be punished, huh princess?

Eboni stares at the imprint of his harden shaft straining against his jeans. The girl whines, grabbing her bowel of food and moves to sit in the living room. It takes her awhile to compose herself enough to reply.

E: Maybe...😖👉🏾👈🏾

DD🖤🔪: dont get shy on me on now. Starting shit you know you can't finish - why? That bored?

Eboni huffs at his reply, typing away before she can rethink what she sent.

E: No shit sherlock! Hell yeah I'm fucking bored! I can still hardly walk so I cant even leave this damn house!😤

Eboni immediately regrets sending that message so she turns her phone on silent and tosses it on the other end of the couch, forcing herself to think of other things. she puts it on YouTube - finding a video suitable enough to watch while eating. Unfortunately, just as the teen is about to take her first spoon full- a ring and knocking are heard from her front door.

Grumbling curses, she places her bowel on the dining table in front of her- throwing her robe on as she walks to answer the door. She's surprised to see that it's the two detectives that she met at the hospital - Smith & Micheal.

"Good evening, Ms. Eboni, been awhile, hasn't it?" Smith said kindly, while Michael just glares at the girl.

"Mhm, yeah, you could say that... but why are you here?"

"It's about the murders of those gang members. We believe you have some -"

Smith elbows Micheal in his stomach, giving him the side eye before looking back at Eboni. "We just wish to ask you a couple of questions. May we come in?"

Eboni rolls her eyes, opening the door wide enough for the two men to enter. She points to the chairs within the living room while she moves to sit back on the couch. The teen grabs her bowel of food that's luckily still warm. She takes her first spoonful, waiting for the two men to start talking.

"Well, we went to your school once given the case - to ask a few students some questions. Two girls were quick to speak up." Smith explains, his tone serious.

Eboni rolls her eyes again, taking another spoonful. "Must've been those girls I saved... unintentionally." she thought to herself, eyeing the two detectives still not speaking to either of them.

"Your silence is speaking volumes." Micheal scoffs, still refusing to sit in the chair Eboni offered.

"I rather you two cut to the case so I can finish my food in fucking peace."

Michael was about to speak, but smith beat him to it. "They said you were walking towards the woods when they suddenly saw interest in you. The first victim was the first to intagonize you."

"Your point?" She sighs, really wanting this to be over.

"We'd like to hear your side of the story. Why were you walking towards the woods, and why didn't you show for school in the past two days? We contacted your parents, and they stated that you're sick... but - "

"You seem to be in the built of health to us." Micheal finished, narrowing his eyes at Eboni - trying to intimidate her - which isn't working at all.

The teen moves to rest her head against the back of the couch before sitting up and staring at the two. "I wanted to go to the woods to get some fresh air, be one with nature - it always calms me. But I came across those bitches beating up these girls."

"There was more than one?" Micheal asked, a bit confused.

Eboni can't help but chuckle. "Oh? I guess the other two must've scared them into silence." The teen grins before giving the detectives the girls' name. "Trisha is the tall one. Beth is the other one. It shouldn't be too hard for you to figure out who they are."

Smith is taking notes as Eboni speaks, not missing a single detail. One thing he didn't believe is the 'needing fresh air' story. Something doesn't sit right with the detective, but he lets it go for now - well, tries to - but Micheal has other plans.

"That fresh air bull isn't adding up, girl. Why aren't you at school either? What are the odds that you miss two days in a row the moment news breaks about this girl's death? And the many others as well! Mr. Smith, I say we call for a search wa-"

Eboni grins, the once annoyed look in her eyes changes to one of amusement. She pulls a bit of her robe down- showing off her hickeys and the bruising on her waist of Jeff's harsh grip, as well as the bruising on her wrist from the handcuffs.

"Say detectives... I think it's my turn to ask some questions, yeah? Have you ever heard of BDSM? If you must know, I was to busy getting my brains fucked out the day of her murder."

The detectives are to stunned to speak. This young girl is still just a teenager in highschool- though she is eighteen now. They never would've guessed that she would admit something so personal in such a shameless way.

"Oh, what's the matter? Thought you hit a break in your case? That's too bad." Eboni looks at Micheal, her grin turning wicked. "You have a keen eye, Micheal. I'm sure you noticed my little limp on our way in here, right?"

Michael doesn't say a word, not wanting to voice that Eboni is right. She seems innocent. There's not an ounce of evidence against Eboni, so conducting a search would be considered unlawful. The two detectives are now left with zero leads.

Eboni laughs, leaning back onto the couch as she closes her robe a bit tighter than before. "What's a matter, Micheal? To prideful to admit I'm right? Oh! Here's another question: When was the last time you got laid?"

Smith chokes on his spit as he quickly stands. "Ok, ok, we got all that we needed from you, Ms. Eboni. It's best we g-"

"But why? He hasn't answered the question." she stands, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't have to answer anything! Not only is this inappropriate - but such a question as nothing to do with - !"

"I think it does. The way you looked at the art over my body, you're disgusted- judgemental. So I just assumed no girl has given you the time of day. I mean, who would? You're so uptight, mean, so lanky, and waaaaay too serious! Maybe paying someone to give you head would loosen you up, yeah?" Eboni says mockingly.

Eboni laughs at how red Michael's face is. Is it red from embarrassment? Or anger? Who cares? The teen is finding so much enjoyment in this situation. She never knew reading people and exposing them like this could be so entertaining.

Smith clears his throat, forcing Michael to the front door. "Th-this has gone on long enough. We apologize for barging in with our assumptions. Stay well, Ms. Eboni."

The teen smiles kindly, waving at them. "You too, Smith." She said before shutting the door.

The two detectives walk to their car, both getting in. Smith cranks up the car, pulling out of the driveway and onto the main road. Michael is fuming, body shaking from rage. How could he allow a teenage girl to humiliate him? It reminds him to much of....that murderer.

"You may be right." Smith said, breaking the loud silence as he drives back to the police station.

"About what?" Micheal asks through his teeth.

"That girl... something about her isn't sitting right. That look in her eyes. She's hiding something."

Michael calms down at Smith's words. "So you finally believe that she has some type of connection to Jeff!? Think about it Smith- base on what she told us, it could be Jeff committing these murders on her behalf!"

"That's a stretch, Micheal, and you know it. Though... she might've gained some type of fascination towards that Jeff guy. Something about her seems so...different from the last time we met."

Michael huffs, slumping back into the passenger seat. "Tch, whatever the case is- we'll find out."

Back with Eboni, the teen finished the rest of her food and went back to her bedroom to make a phone call to a certain smiling killer. It takes awhile for Jeff to pick up the video call, his camera pointing away from his face. Looks like he just finished a murder.

"Any idea how much trouble you're in? When I get my hands on you I'm-"

"The police stopped by." Eboni quickly said, watching his bloody hand twitch as the grip on his knife tightens.

Jeff changes the camera settings, switching it to his face that has blood splatters on it. "Why?" He asks, voice chilling.

Eboni bites her bottom lip, losing track of her thoughts at the sight of Jeff's face with blood on it. She finds it so sickly attractive. "...huh? What are we talking about?"

"Princess - I'm still pissed at you. Fucking pay attention or your punishment will be worse. Why were the cops at your place?" The killer knows the answers, he just wants her to confirm them.

"About that bitch you killed. And the other gang members. They thought I had something to do with it."

"What else happened?"

"I showed them the art you left behind. I didn't say who did it, but they took the hint. Plus, they have no evidence against me. You should've seen the look on Michael's face! I really pissed him off!"

That name sounds familiar to Jeff, but he can't put his finger on why. "What did my princess say?" He grins, now leaving the crime scene behind.

"I asked if he's ever been laid. Told him why he'll never get laid. AND said he should pay someone to give him a blowjob to loosen up." Eboni laughs, moving to lay across her bed.

Jeff is cracking up as well, shaking his head at Eboni's antics. "Damn. You're something else. But keep a eye out for those fuckers. They're smarter than they look." The killer warns.

Eboni rolls her eyes, moving to sit up against her headbored. "Oh please, nothing can get past me."

Little did she know, a fellow smiling killer - accompanied by two others - are watching Eboni's bedroom window from the woods across the street.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw emotional abuse, I suppose

Hi, I have a very bad relationship with my bfs mom since the beginning of our relationship. (She was emotionally abusive towards him too so, it's wasn't a "one time" thing).

At the beginning of our relationship I was commited to a clinic because of my ED and my mom was certain that I only did it, to make her mad. To talk bad about her with strangers and to make her colleagues think bad of her. So she kicked me out. She "offered" that I could live with friends of her, who's children just moved out, and I did. These friends know very little of my mental issues and don't believe me either but okay. At some point, after several weeks, my mom wanted me to come back and when I refuaed, she told her friends lies about me, until they kicked me out. I was together with my bf for 5 months maybe at that point and he asked his mom, if it would be okay for me to stay with them for 2 or 3 weeks. And it was fine for her. I had only met her twice before. This is where the story starts. Ah and, we've both been 21 at that time. I've been at his moms house for 2 weeks at that time.

So my bf had a hard time finding a job, since his mom lived outside nowhere, and at some point he considered coming to my city (2h away) and looking for a job there. We could find an appartment together and just live our lives. He asked his mom, what she thinks about it and she got so mad. She started yelling at him (idk what) for several minutes and when he flew into his room (where I was at that moment) she followed him and continued yelling "And I am not a fucking open house for some fucking dirty hobo" which was referred to me. She only knew that my mom and I needed some time seperated. My bf entered his room, locked his door and his mom continued yelling for one hour straight (I don't remember what, I covered my ears most of the time) and came back every hour and yelled again for 10min (at some point because we refused to open the door to have "a serious and open conversation".) For like 6 hours until she went to bed.

She also said, I had to leave the next day and I did. But my bf came with me. He found a job, we found an appartment, it went well. It's been 5 years and she doesn't remember. I am always very shy and closed when talking with her (she's anyways always criticizing me) and at some point she asked my bf, why I was like that and what she did wrong and he just told her "You've insulted her pretty badly" and she was like "I don't remember. But I am sure she deserved it".

But whenever I look at her, talk to her, I know that I can't trust her. Because she's shown how fast she can switch and what she really thinks of me. And she's been really affectionate and hugging a lot etc and I am on one hand sure she means it. But I always think "Stop pretending!!" when she hugs me and idk if I can ever have a neutral relationship with her. Sadly, she's too "perfect" to have an earnest talk about my fear. She has said some other stuff... that was mostly well meant but sometimes just yelling at me for no reason (like, she believed I didn't do something, I said, I did, she said I lied). Etc. Idk, it is hard. I'd love to never have to see her again. But I don't want this to affect my relationship with my bf so I just shut up and join him visiting her everu now and then.

Hi anon,

First of all I'm so sorry about everything you went through. You did not deserve to be treated those ways, and I'm honestly appalled that both your mom and your bf's mom have said such blatantly rude things about and to you. There is no reason to speak to and about anyone that way.

It hurts when not only your mom, but your mother in law disapproves of you. It makes family functions needlessly more complicated. That being said, I do think you deserve to both set strict boundaries with these people and also have those boundaries respected. So for example, you say you'd love to never have to see your mother in law again, and that's okay. That could become a boundary where you say "If you're going to see your mom, I'm not coming. She has disrespected me and has now lost the privilege of my company."

Your boyfriend should be more understanding and supportive of you. When I put myself in his shoes, I would think it's completely valid why you don't want to see her. I wouldn't make you go with me when I wanted to visit her, I would simply respect that boundary because of my love for you, and so I'm curious why your boyfriend still makes you go along. It may be necessary to have a conversation with him and just explain to him that you love and respect him and his family but because his mom has hurt you so unapologetically, you don't want to visit her again, but remind him that he's free to visit his mom by himself whenever he pleases.

Obviously avoiding her won't be completely possible, but you deserve to respect your boundaries where you can, and if you really don't want to see her even at family functions, you may just want to keep a distance from her.

If anyone else has any suggestions, please feel free to add on. Otherwise I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 53

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Today was the gender reveal and both Eddie and I were excited .We couldn't Wait to find out if peanut was a boy or girl but whatever it was we just wanted a healthy baby .

The gender Reveal was going to be at Steve's house because he had a big yard and his parents weren't going to be home like always On a work trip.

I wonder if they even know of all the parties Steve threw at their house ?

Well I think it's mostly Steve's house since he is always the one fixing the ac or the plumbing because they are always on vacation or work trips because his mom can't trust her husband to go alone afraid he's cheating .Which he is ,even when his wife goes to all his work trips he still manages to sneak out.

I would never want to get to that point in a relationship of not trusting my partner .That's no life.

I trust Eddie so much whenever he goes out alone with the kids or Gareth I know he wouldn't do anything even though I know about his past of being a one night stand kind of guy .

Ok ,just thinking of it made me want to kill him maybe slowly I'll torture him for being the hoe he was.

Why was I getting mad ?

All of that happened before he even met me ..

Now I want to cry,stupid hormones making me look like a crazy pregnant lady.

"Fuck you!!" I said it louder than intended. Suddenly I heard Eddie's heavy footsteps running to the room.

"What's wrong sweetheart ?" He asks ,looking at me with those stupid brown eyes looking all innocent like he never broke a fucking plate .

"What's wrong you say !!" I made a beeline towards him standing right in front of him face to face .

Poor Eddie was surprised he didn't know what the hell was going on .

"W-what did I do ?"he stuttered, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nothing!!" I spin around and storm to sit on the bed continuing doing my makeup.

Why do I have to get so mad for something that happened before he even met me ?

That wasn't me but there was something that made me so mad jealous to say just thinking about the fact that he has been with other girls makes my skin crawl,just the fact that he touch them the way that he touches me .

Was my eye twitching?

I really need to calm down before our baby comes out being grumpy all the time.

"Dani sweetheart ." He said sweetly but being that I was pregnant and these  hormones were driving me crazy I mimic him .

Yes I know that was childish of me.

"I love you baby ." He coo pecking my lips softly ,I didn't kiss him back, I just lifted my eyes to look at him wanting to murder him for being with so many girls before he even met me.

"Ok,what's wrong?" He asked plopping next to me in the bed "I'm all ears ." He tells me .

"Nothing."I said flatly

"Well obviously there's something wrong because I kept hearing you cussing all the way to the living room even Nate heard ." He tells me

"Fine ." I groaned "but it's stupid don't laugh." I stood up pacing around trying to find the right words to say without sounding stupid maybe I was stupid .

"Ok,I got jealous because you slept with other girls before me ." I said quietly almost as a whisper .I kept my eyes on him, a big smirk appearing on his face .

"What ?" He ask

"You heard it, don't make me repeat it again ." I rubbed my face with my hand in frustration because it did sound stupid saying out loud ..

"Dani ." I heard him say and then the bed move .

"Huh."i replied

His arms wrapped around my waist swaying me slowly side to side .

"You know I love you ,I mean I know you were with Liam before me ." He says softly

I stayed quiet not saying anything, because if he only knew that Liam wasn't my only one .

After Liam and I were on and off In high school I went on dates and on college as well. When Liam Broke up with me when Nate was 3yrs old my world ended and I became bad wanting to stop the pain, being with other guys .

"It was only Liam right ?" He gulped putting his hand on my shoulders looking at me with a one brow raised.

I bit my bottom Lip.

"No."I whispered hoping he didnt hear me.But I think he did.

"Noo!" His voice went a few octaves higher and it looked like he was going to pull his hair out.

"Noooo!"His voice was definitely higher than usual. I never knew he could go that high.

Ok ,he was worse than I was and i think his eye was twitching now .

Eddie pov

Oh shit my eye is twitching badly I covered it with my hand what the fuck was happening to me i need to calm down That happen way before she met me ,it shouldnt bother me but it does..

Calm down count to 10,or  maybe I'll count to infinite .

Jesus Christ !!!Just thinking that other dudes got to hear the pretty sounds she makes, the sounds that are meant just for my ears, was driving me insane.

Ok ,count to 10 slowly.

1

Breath

2

Breath

3

Breath

4

Breathe

5

Breathe

Ok I feel better I didn't have to count to Infinite.

Now look at your beautiful girlfriend who is carrying your child and kiss her .

"Did you have sex with any of these guys ?" No you weren't supposed to ask that idiot.

You were supposed to hug and kiss her and tell her that everything was in the past .

But no, I had to ask if she slept with them .But she still hasn't answered my question.

"Only like with 5." She said softly, looking at me with teary eyes .Jesus H .Christ!!!I think I just got stabbed through my heart. 5 idiots got to hear her make those pretty sounds.I think i'm dying yes i am .or maybe i'm just being a bit dramatic?

"Five ! " Wait, my voice sounds a little bit to High .

I started pacing around the room ,then turned to look at her "Five !!"I repeated again hopefully I heard wrong.

"Yes, five plus Liam Eddie ." She call me Eddie,she always calls me baby.she is mad she is definitely mad..

Shit ,I fucked up .

"You slept with all those girls on the Hideout,The nigh i went to your show they kept talking about how good you are in bed ,how amazing your hands are ,and how many times you made them cum in one night and that was more than 5 fucking guys that was a whole fucking group of girls Edward !!so dont come at me for five fucking guys when you apparently fucked every girl that goes to The Hideout.

"Ok they might be exaggerating because I never took my time with them. It was just like 5 minutes or less and I'd leave or I'd kick them out, sometimes I didn't even finish  ." Shit ,close your mouth Eddie please zip it.I don't think she wants to know about your past sex  life .

"Get out !!" Dani shouted

"Dani baby I'm sorry ." But she looked furious. I thought she was actually going to murder me .

"Get out !!"she shouted again, I wanted to go hug her and say sorry for opening my stupid mouth. We never had a big fight like this before .

It was always small fights but this was our first big fight .

I got my clothes that I was going to wear for the gender reveal and got out .

Walking like a little kid who had Been gotten after by their parents ,I went into Nate's room to change .

"Fuck ,im so stupid ." I kept telling myself while changing .

"I need a smoke ." After I finished getting ready I walked out to the living room .

Nate was playing on his tablet with his headphones on .

"Uncle Dustin did you ge thim!!" He shouted excitedly .

He was playing that Roblox game with Dustin.

I opened the door and went out and sat on the steps outside pulling out a cigarette.

The door to the trailer opened and small steps were heard followed by Ozzy's tippy taps .

"Hi Dadda ."

"Hey buddy.I thought you were playing with your uncle Dustin ." I smile weakly

"He said he had something to do ,Are you crying ?"he asked

I didn't get to respond because Harrington's car and Gareth's car park in front of the trailer with a masked man getting out and running towards us .

"What the fuck !" I stood up

"Nate go inside ." I told Nate but he didn't listen .

"Sorry Eddie ." The next thing I know

Is that someone put a black pillow case to cover up my face and tied my hands.

"Nate go inside ."i knew that voice,Henderson that little Shrimp ..

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Dani's pov

I think both Eddie and I overreacted .

It was such a stupid fight ,now here I was crying in the room not having nothing to do because

My mom ,Dustin and Steve were the ones that planned the whole Gender Reveal .They wouldn't let me do anything saying I needed to rest to be stress free,but I honestly didn't care if they let me help at least a little bit .Because I needed things to do ,working from home was so boring especially when Eddie was at work and when he was home he was so distracting ,kissing me ,cuddling me while I was supposed to be working.

I had my laptop on the whole day in case Liam would send me an Email or message in the work group chat for whatever I had to do for the day .

Some days were slow where I had nothing to do and some days were filled with Liam and I signing things or making new updates to our app .

And today was a slow day so Liam told me to take the day off for the gender reveal so I could

Get ready .

Now here I'am sitting down on the floor with a pile of clothes around me trying to figure out what to wear and crying my eyes out because I was so mean to Eddie .

Stupid hormones driving me crazy ..

So here I am in an avalanche of clothes crying for my metalhead for how mean I was to him.

“Stupid ,stupid,stupid hormones!”yes I was throwing a tantrum crying and throwing clothes around, Now that I'm looking at my clothes I see I have too many clothes ,Sometimes I wonder why I buy so much clothes that I don't even wear .There were clothes that still had tags on and some clothes I didn't even recognized .

But one piece got my attention: it was a beautiful navy blue floral dress that I had bought months ago and never wore .

It was open from the back giving everyone a perfect view of my back ,I love it .It was perfect .

I hope this gets Eddie's attention and he won't be so mad at me anymore .

Talking about Eddie I haven't seen him since the argument and I haven't heard any noise in the living room other than Nate and Ozzy .

I stood up from the pile of clothes and peek out the door to the living room where Nate and Ozzy were watching TV .

"Nate baby ,is Eddie there ?"

"No momma ."

I furrowed my brows ,where could he be ?

Did he leave ?

Then I heard Nate's littles footsteps getting closer then Ozzy's footsteps following him.

"Momma ,Dadda went outside for a smoke." Nate stops and gets distracted by the pile of clothes on the floor of the room letting himself fall to the clothes laughing .

"Ok and what happened ?" I asked him ." Then I followed him and Ozzy and I sat down with him outside ." He stops again getting distracted by something else ,but I was getting frustrated .

What if something happened to Eddie .

"Nate, baby where's Eddie ?"

"Oh yeah ,then a car came and some guys wearing black masks came and put Dadda a black bag on his face and carried him to the car ,then someone that sounded like uncle Dustin told me to come inside and lock the door,so I came inside ."

"What ? When was this ?"i panicked

"I don't know mamma but uncle Dustin told me to tell you to get Ready for the party ." And just like that Nate walked away to the living room Ozzy followed behind him taking his place back on the couch with Nate by his side .

"Jesus Christ. !" I looked for my phone under all the piles of clothes until I found it and called Dustin,the phone rang a few times before he answered .

"Hello ." He answered

"Dustin, where's Eddie !!" I panicked

"We kidnapped him ." He said it just like

Nothing.

"What do You mean?"

"Just like it sounds we kidnapped him

And he is here with us ,he doesn't know it's us yet but he will ." Then he hangs up The phone leaving me hanging.

I dial Steve's phone number ,the phone rings a few more times until he answers .

"Shit ,Dani I had nothing to do with this, it was all Dustin ,he had all this planned about kidnapping Eddie for the Gender Reveal part of his plan to reveal the gender of the baby ,please don't be mad at me ."

"Steve ,slow down please ." I told him..

So after he explained again I understood what Dustin was trying to do. It was part of the gender Reveal I had to Rescue Eddie to figure out the Gender of our baby together .

All I wanted was to tell Eddie sorry for the way I acted now I have to rescue him.

Steve's house

No ones pov

Steve and Dustin had everything ready for the Gender Reveal; they Even kidnapped Eddie .

They know it was a stupid thing to do because it's Eddie and Eddie was going to get them back triple .

"Henderson you little shrimp take this cuffs off me !" Eddie shouted from the living room where he was cuffed by his own handcuffs .

Dustin had gotten this crazy idea; he had come out with a whole D&D campaign for Dani to Rescue Eddie from a Dragon who had also hidden an egg with the gender of his niece or nephew .Which of course he made the egg with the help of steve.

Dustin thought it was a great idea.He planned everything.He even had parts for the guest.He was hoping everything went well.And hoping Dani wouldn’t get mad.

But Dani wasn’t mad she was less worried now that she

Eddie was in good hands and not in fact kidnapped , so she decided to help Nate get ready for the party Nate had chosen his clothes he force Dani to go into Hot Topic which she didn't mind but she didn't expect for her son to like that kind of clothes he always wanted to dress with cartoon shirts or his favorite character but now he wanted to dress just like his dadda.

Dani hadn't told Eddie about their trip to the mall because Nate wanted to surprise him.Nate had chosen some black ripped jeans from the knees a metallica tee and for the shoes Dani got him some converse.When they finished getting ready they headed to Steve's house to the party.

"Is Dani here yet?"Dustin asked .He was getting impatient. He wanted everything to go as he planned and he really hoped Dani and Eddie wouldn't kill him.

"She is here!!!"mike shouted from the front door .

"Everybody get into position!!"Dustin shouted frantically ,everyone was there Hooper,Joyce, the whole gang Mrs.Henderson uncle Wayne, even Liam who was the dragon who captured Eddie.

Dustin found that hilarious but Liam didn't he ddint understand why he had to be the dragon.

"Dustin can anybody else be the dragon?"liam asked well he pleaded him .

"Nope"dustin told him popping the P

Liam knew Dustin was still mad at him for what he did to his sister even though it has been months since it happen even after he apologized to him so many times but Dustin coudlnt forgive him because he had promise Dustin he was never going to hurt Dani he cross his heart he even pinky promise him and Dustin believe him because he saw how much liam loved his sister.

Liam felt awful hurting Dustin because he saw him growing up. He was there through everything even when he got sick. He was there when Dustin had his first crush in elementary school but he ruined everything when he hurt Dani because he also hurt Dustin who was like his little brother to him.

"Liam!"Dustin snapped Liam out of his thoughts when he screamed right on his face telling him to get into his position on his lair where he had Eddie tied up in a chair .That was the only thing he love about this stupid game having the man that stole Dani from him begging to set him free.

Liam walked back to his lair where Eddie was fumbling to get out of the chair that Dustin and lucas had tied him up.He sat down on the bed and looked at Eddie who had managed to take the blindfold off.

Liam smiled and shook his head. This was like a dream for him .If he were as bad as they said he was, he would have enjoyed torturing Eddie.

But he didn't have it in him to do such a thing.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?"Eddie growled he wasn't in the mood to deal with liam he wanted to get out of this chair and looked for Dani and tell her how sorry he was for the way he acted,he couldn't lose her for his stupid jealousy.

"Nothing."he chuckled ,Eddie made a face at Liam he wasn't really happy being stuck here with Liam of all people.

Was Dustin torturing him ?

"What the fuck are you doing here?"Eddie asked Liam who was sitting down on the bed scrolling through his phone.

"I'm the damn dragon that captured you."liam rolled his eyes, putting his phone down on the bed .

"Huh, interesting."Eddie said, finally giving up trying to get himself free from the handcuffs .

Did he make Dustin mad to be torturing him like this?

Eddie tried to remember if he did anything to him but nothing came to his head at the moment .

From the Distance they heard Dani and Nate screaming followed by Ozzy barking getting Eddie out of his thoughts thinking something bad might have happened to Dani and Nate

"They are here and probably where attack by the goblin charging the fee at the entrance ."liam told a worried Eddie who needed to know if Dani and Nate where ok."They are ok man .just Wheelers little sister might have taken her role as a goblin pretty good ."he chuckled

Oh ok."eddie responded he didn't know how to keep a conversation with the man his girl use to be so inlove with.They stayed silence for what seem like hours Eddie and liam glancing at each other wondering what Dani Ever saw in each other .Eddie wondered how Dani  could go from a God like liam who was very muscular and tall to a scrawny metalhead who barely ever worked out in his life.That made Eddie wondered maybe he needed to work out a bit more .

But Dani has never told him anything or complain that Eddie wasn't strong enough ,well she did complain but in a good way how big Eddie was saying how sore she would be afterwards but she still loves having sex with him.

Eddie wondered if Liam would leave her sore too?

Eddie got lost in his thoughts not even realizing that Liam was also fighting in his head .

Liam looked at Eddie who seemed to be lost in thought while he also heard the commotion from a distance from screaming nate to a barking Ozzy.He chuckled when he heard Nate called someone dumbass but he knew as an adult he would have to talk to nate about saying bad words.

Liam's attention went back to Eddie's bat tattoo on his arm. He wondered if that's what Dani likes.What if he did a tattoo as well.

But what if it hurt ?But he wasn't tough enough to do a tattoo but for Dani he would toughed it out .

He saw Eddie shaking his head trying to move a hair from his face but failed .

Did Dani ever say she likes guys with long hair?

Liam didn't remember Dani ever mentioning anything ..

Did Dani like metalheads all this time ?

Eddie wasn't bad looking ,Liam thought.

"So what are those little shrimps planning?"Eddie asked liam getting him out of his thoughts.

"Umm, they are playing a game of D&D ."Liam told Eddie .Eddie was surprised that Liam knew about D&D and that he even pronounce it correctly.

The only reason Liam knew about the game was because of Dustin.

Eddie didn't ask Liam anything else; they stayed in silence again until the door burst open.

"Eddie.''Both Liam and Eddie turned to look at the door where Dani was standing, smiling at them wearing princess crown made out of what seemed like flowers .

"Dani baby im sorry."was the first thing Eddie said to Dani but she didnt even let him finsihed his sentence becasue she sat on his lap crashing her lips on his.

Dani POv

"Jesus Christ!"Dani shouted when she open the door making Nate screamed as well then ozzy following.Holly Nancy’s little sister jumped out of a box that looked like a small cabin looking house screaming and asking for a fee to enter the forest making Nate go from screaming to laughing by the way she was speaking.

"You talk funny he told her ."trying to poke the fake ears she was wearing

"Dont touch me human!!"Holly bellowed freaking me out but making Nate laugh even harder

"Pay up or you wont enter the forest Princess Dani."she pointed at me with a stick poking my belly slightly,wow she was a feisty little girl.I heard chuckling somewhere around the house and just now i relaized that steve's house had been turned to a forest with a bunch of drawings of trees and fakes trees place all over the living room and the railing from the stairs had wheat wrapped around it with yellow flowers.

"I-i dont have nothing to pay with."i tell Holly

"Shit i forgot to give you the tokens." Steve came running down the stairs wearing what seemed like to be a wizard costume and a fake white beard.

"Steve, what are you wearing?"Dani chuckled, grabbing the small bag of coins from him.

"Don't ask, little Henderson made me dress like this, well more like force me."he rolled his eyes and started walking away back upstairs almost tripping with his robe.

"Pay up princess!!"Molly shouted again, startling Dani and  making the baby move in Dani's tummy.

Dani open the small brown bag that was fill with a bunch of coins ,she got one out inspecting it and smile they had a small baby sleeping and under it ,it said

"baby Munson"

"Mom pay her :"Nate said nonchalantly looking down at his tablet recording his surroundings not caring about what was happening around him he was having way too much fun.He was excited with how everything was decorated .

"How much is it?"Dani asked Holly looking down at the little girl crossing her arms over her chest , giving Dani an angry face.

"2 coins' ' Holly Told Dani,

Dani paid up the fee for entering the forest/harrington home and walked upstairs like Holly instructed to do with Nate and Ozzy following behind her .

The upstairs was also decorated as a forest and the upstairs railing had white Christmas lights with what seemed like tiny wings.

"Those are faries momma!!"Nate said excitedly pointing at them with his free hand.

Dani looked closer at the light  and yeah they were in fact fairies ."wow"she whispered

Dustin and Steve really went all out to make all this look so realistic.

"Momma look!!"Nate shouted, scaring Dani. walking up to them was hopper dressed as an ogre .Hopper seemed not too thrilled to be playing the game ,he was walking up to them stomping his feet like a little kid forced to do his chores.

He stopped in front of Dani and rolled his eyes

"Princess Dani why have yoiu come here?"he sounded so out of character making Dani chuckled .

"Kid what are you doing?'Hopper whisper at Nate who was recording around hopper;

"Recording."he responded

Hopper was over it already. The only reason he agreed was because he was promised a six pack of beer and free food and he loved Dani but he hated dressing up in the stupid costume Dustin had Joyce made for him, he looked stupid he thought.

From the room next to Dani the door opens and Joyce steps out  handing Dani a piece of paper .

"Hi sweetie you look beautiful by the way.''she told Dani, handing her the piece of paper and going back to the room where she came from .Dani looked down at the piece of paper to see what it was.

It was a script of what she had to say to hopper .

"Princess what are you doing here?"Hopper asked once again now that Dani had the script on her hand.Dani looked at hopper scrunching her eyebrows and Hopper signaled her to read what it said on the paper.

"Im here to save my knight"she responded smiling looking down at the piece of paper which must have been written by her little brother by the handwriting that Dani recognized so well.

"Eddie the Banished was captured by the evil dragon and he has him locked in his lair you have to followed this map to get to him blah blah blah i'm done with this."Hopper huffed giving Dani the map and he walked away from her taking off his stupid costume mumbling profanities under his breath.

BUt what Dani didn't know was that Nate heard all the profanities that Hopper had said and they stuck to his head it was new words for him that he didn't know and he was planning to say them whenever he got the chance not knowing that those words could get him in trouble his mom and dad.

"He is funny momma."Nate chuckled; he was now recording Ozzy licking himself .Nate had started to love recording everything he saw, like  his mom cleaning or Eddie playing his guitar or when Eddie and his mom where cooking together he would record them as well

Dani opens the map that was clearly drawn by Dustin. It was Steve's house.

Dani followed the Map to her next destination, which was the master room or Steve's parent's room .

She opened the door slowly afraid that someone was going to jump out and scared her again but when she opened it and walked in nothing happened she felt relieved. There were a bunch of twinkling lights around the room and there was music playing, a really calming music that sounded like the flute .

Dani followed the map that led her to the master bathroom that was also decorated with alot of twinkling lights the music sounded clear now someone was actually playing the flute and it was coming from the shower .

Dani approached as slowly as possible afraid again that someone would jump out and screamed at her and then scared Nate.ONE thing that Dani was glad off was that everything was so calm and peaceful making Nate relaxed a lot the only thing that freaked him out was Holly the goblin.Other than that she couldn't complain and she was happy that her brother made everything to Nate's accommodations.

Actually Dustin wanted more thriller and more noise but he thought of his nephew and he didn't want him to go through any of his tantrums because of his fault so he made everything as calm as possible.

"Hello princess."Dani heard Robin's voice and the music stopped .ofcourse it was Robin playing the flute and dressed like a fairy.

"Robin?"Dani couldn't believe Dustin had as well managed to make Robin dress up and be part of his game.Dani wondered how he did that.Maybe he bribed them.

"A fairy!!"Nate said excitedly, turning his tablet to record Robin.

Robin waved at the camera and gave Nate her best smile making Nate even more excited than he already was.to Nate this was all real not a game like for everyone else.

"Princess Dani i can help you rescue your knight he was taken by the evil dragon Liam."

"Liam?"dani chuckled

"Yes he took your knight and he as well has the egg with the gender of your baby you need to fight the demogorgon thats guarding the lair but first you have to go talk to the wizard and he is going to give you the magic wand to help you defeat the dragon and be able to open the egg."

Before leaving ,Robin gave Dani a crown made out of flowers and put it on Dani's head.

And with that Dani ,Nate and Ozzy headed downstairs following the instructions of Robin and once again Holly asked for a fee which was raised up by two coins and she also scared Nate again making him scream and Ozzy barked .

"Dumbass!!" Nate shouted using his new word he heard from Hopper .Dani was shocked hearing those words coming out of her son's mouth.She had never heard him say bad words before.So Dani made a note to remind herself to talk to Nate when they got home about saying bad words.

On the way to meet the wizard which Dani was guessing was Steve, Dani had to fight demo dogs being Lucas ,Max,El ,Will and Mike after defeating them she walked down to the forest to where the tallest trees were( fake trees) outside by the pool.

Steve was sitting down in a chair that had a bunch of wheat around it and flowers. He was holding a stick or a long wand .

He looked funny and Dani couldn't hold her laughter.

"Yeah ,yeah I know hurry up and get here so I can give you the damn wand."Steve told Dani rolling his eyes .

Dani stopped when she saw on the side of the wall close to the glass doors a beautiful background of a castle and in the center were balloons that said boy or girl and a table with different types of snacks and two white boards that said team boy and team girl and names written on it of the people who thought that it was going to be a girl or a boy .

Dani smiled when she saw Eddies's  name on the board that said team girl.

Eddie had never told her what he wanted the baby to be; he always told her as long as it was a healthy baby he was happy.

"Dani hurry up this thing is hot."Steve said annoyingly

"sorry."Dani walked over to steve to get the wand from him but before giving it to her Steve had to see if she was worthy of the magic wand.HE looked around to make sure knowone  was looking at him because he had to do some magic shit that he didn't feel like doing because he was annoyed and hungry Dustin didn't let anyone touch the food until Dani figured out the sex of the baby.

"Yeah here you go."he told Dani handing the wand

"That was easy .'' Dani smiled. She thought the task was going to be harder but apparently they were super easy.

"The dragon's lair is the pool house."yeah steve wasn't supposed to tell her that, dani still had to fight the big boss Dustin and then the dragon but steve was hungry and hot he was sweating balls under that stupid robe so he just decided to finish the game he knew  Dustin was going to be mad at him but at the moment he didn't care be he knew everyone else was hungry too .Dani spun around running towards the pool house feeling the tears falling down her eyes  because she felt awful after the fight she had with Eddie for stupid things she burst the door open and saw Eddie in his handcuffs and his legs tied to the chair .LIam was sitting down looking at eddie while Eddie was lost in thought.

"Eddie ''Dani saw Eddie moving his lips  but she just ran to him sitting on his lap forgetting about her mission to fight the dragon and she kiss Eddie.

"Sweetheart i don't want to ruin the moment but can you uncuff me please."Eddie pulled away from Dani resting his head on hers.Dani nodded and chuckled as she stood up from Eddie's lap looking down at his enormous bulge in his pants.

"Yeah please uncuff me ."Eddie tried to move slightly to cover the boner in his pants but it was too damn noticeable.

Anything that Dani did drove Eddie crazy and he wasn't Ashamed of it well maybe right now he was because Liam was here .

Liam noticed Eddie's problem between his legs and stood up grabbing the egg from the closet as well as the keys to the handcuffs .It was weird as it is and now having to see that make Liam more uncomfortable.

"Here"Liam gave the keys and the egg to Dani.

"Dude really just for a kiss?"Liam rolled his eyes and walked out of the pool house leaving Eddie and Dani alone.

"I mean i don't mind having you like these back home"Dani wiggle her eyebrows at Eddie making him chuckled.

"Baby don't do that, that's weird ."he chuckled,ok now that he saw Dani doing that he understood what she meant he didn't look sexy at all when he did it .He did look creepy .

"Only if you promised you’ll stop doing it as well."

So promises were made of no more wiggling eyebrows when Eddie was trying to be sexy which he wasn't going to keep because he loved annoying Dani by doing that.

With the Egg in hand Dani and Eddie walked out to the backyard where everyone was waiting already for them and where Dustin was getting after Steve for not doing what he was supposed to be doing because he didn't stick to the plan.

Eddie hold the egg tight on his hand and the other one was placed safely on Dani's lower back he love the dress she was wearing she look beautiful her baby bump was more noticeable and it made Eddie happy knowing that he did that, that Dani and him created such precious thing with there love or maybe there hornyness but who is saying anything right? They created a baby, a little human.

"Dani sweetheart you look beautiful."Mrs.Hederson ran to hug her daughter, uncle wayne walked over to Eddie and hugged him he was so damn proud of his nephew he graduated and was working and he was going to college he couldn't ask for anything more he was the happiest man alive.finally a munson was going to college.

"I'm so proud of you son."Uncle Wayne was never the type of man that showed emotions both Eddie and him were so reserved ,but today Wayne was leading his guard down. He wanted to show how proud he was of his nephew .A few tears did escape but only Eddie saw.

"So I don't mean to be rude but I'm hungry and I think everyone here wants to know the sex of the baby."Max  suddenly says, interrupting the sweet moment of the two Munson men.

Dustin put everyone in position apparently he had more surprises he made Eddie and and Dani stand with their backs to the pool facing everyone else.He also made sure to put Nate's noise cancelling headphones on to make sure he wouldn't panic with what was about to happen.

"Ok everyone ready!!!" Dustin cupped his mouth to sound louder .

"Yes!!!" Everyone shouted back .

"Ok, let the countdown begin!!"

"10."

Dani grabbed Eddie's hand intertwining their fingers. She didn't know why she felt nervous .

"9"

Eddie leaned in to kiss Dani's temple ,still holding the egg in his hands. Apparently he had to drop it and it would break easily. He was glad he didn't trip.

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

Eddie and Dani turned to face each other,Dustin told Eddie to put the egg on the ground slowly then turned back to face Dani taking both of her hands on his .

"4"

"3"

"2"

"Step on the egg in one !!" Dustin shouted but he gave them a weird smirk a smirk that he was planning something else .

"1"

Eddie stepped on the egg and it wasn't what they were expecting.Dani looked at Eddie both confused as to what was going on. The whole family got closer to see what was on the egg.Eddie leaned down to get the paper that was inside and read it out loud .

"Turn around."

"1" Dustin and the whole gang shouted that's when two smoke fireworks flew to the sky revealing the gender of their baby .

Pink smoke was now covering the back yard .

Dani gasps and turns to jump  on Eddie's arm .

Eddie caught her on time it was like he was expecting it and spun her around peppering her face with kisses .

(Pic from Pinterest)

"Omg it's a girl !" Mrs.Henderson shouted ..

Uncle Wayne didn't realize he was crying until Eddie  came up to him and hugged him, patting him on the back .

"Congratulations grandpa ." Eddie told Wayne

Wayne pulled away from the hug looking at Eddie, shocked with what he just heard .

"Grandpa ?" Wayne almost choked on his own on his drink .

"Yes ,you're gonna be the grandpa of a little girl ." Eddie hugged his uncle again this time holding each other tight. This was the first time in years they hugged this much .But they couldn't contain how happy they both were .

After finally revealing the gender everyone was able to finally eat and the open presents which Dani and Eddie had asked not to bring any because they still didn't know what the baby was going to be but either way everyone brought diapers lots of diapers that probably Eddie and Dani didn't need to buy for two months .

Liam got the baby a stroller and the car seat .He didn't have too but he did .Because deep down he still care so much for Dani and he also cares for the baby that wasn't even his .Even though sometimes he did wish it was his .but he knows that was never going to happen because he knows he lost Dani forever .

After the party Dani and Eddie thanked Dustin and Steve for the amazing party they had thrown and also thanked Mrs .Henderson for the amazing food she had made.Mrs.Henderson managed to steal Eddie from Dani for a few minutes while Dani was being distracted by Steve and Dustin .So she took this opportunity to talk to Eddie.Well Wayne and her needed to talk to him .

Eddie walked outside to the backyard and saw his uncle sitting down by the pool with his feet inside the pool.

"C'mere son ." Uncle Wayne tap the space next to him for Eddie to sit down .

Eddie was confused; he thought Mrs.Henderson was the one that needed to talk to him .

"I-I thought ." Eddie points with his thumb to where Mrs.Henderson was just standing but now she was gone .

"Yes ,she needs to talk to you too but first come sit here son ." Eddie does what he is told and sits down next to his uncle.

"What's up ?"  Eddie asked looking at the clear water of the pool ,he always wanted to have a pool but given the circumstances he wasn't able to have it. so One day he hopes to give Dani and his Kids a home where they could have a pool To enjoy in the summer .Where he could do cookouts on the Fourth of July and watch the fireworks. He wants to give Dani the big house she deserved with the white picket fence .Something he always hated but now he wanted all of that with Dani,Nate ,Ozzy and their little Girl. He even thought of marriage something that would never crossed his mind before but now he wanted all of that.

"Here ." Uncle Wayne passed Eddie a black small velvet box .Eddie looked at it not knowing what it was .Maybe a gift for the baby?

"What's this ?" Eddie asked opening the small black velvet box ."Holy shit!!" His eyes widened when he saw the gold diamond ring .

"It was your Grandma’s ,My father got it for her when they got engaged. Back then it wasn't worth that much but I found out it was worth around 7k .

"Holy shit Wayne I can't take this!  ." Eddie exclaimed ,yes Edddie thought the ring was beautiful .But he couldn't take something That belonged to his uncle .

"Take it son ,that girl in there deserves nothing but the best,I don't even know what you are waiting for." He pauses and looks at Eddie " that girl went to jail for you she risked her job to be with you son,if that isn't true love I don't know what that is ,so you better ask her soon because that boy Liam has his eyes on her still ."

That night while Dani was sleeping Eddie couldn't sleep thinking about what his uncle told him .He was sitting down in the living room looking at the ring . It was a beautiful vintage 1.97 carat emerald cut diamond ring. It was beautiful just like Dani.

Eddie stared at it for a long time  couldn't take his eyes of it .He still didn’t know if he wanted to propose to Dani not that he didn't want to ,but because he wanted to do it when he had a stable job and he knew he was going to be able to give Dani and the kids everything they deserve .

But he he kept thinking and thinking the whole night until He finally made his decision.

Next chapter

(Dani's outfit pic from Pinterest )

[finsterhund]

Watching my world record run to remind myself that I have skills and aren't entirely a failure and right at the beginning I mention that I haven't eaten?

And yeah, that takes me back to the chemotherapy where I was straight up fucking starving.

And I felt better back then than I do now because Cazza was still alive.

So it's a testament that even though I'm eating better now that doesn't automatically mean I should be better now because clearly losing her is more significant than going hungry in my mind.

I should buy a new wifi adaptor or wire through Ethernet from my roommates room to mine (the router is in his room fjgkgjfjdjd) and then try to stream again. I know I'm able to beat the easy and normal PC runs too. Easy. And I would have if Cazza hadn't died. I never really got back to streaming after. My friend is bringing back his Minecraft server and I want to ease my way back into playing that as well. It will be fun to hang out in real time with friends.

God I really did just try speedrunning maximum involvement in every single hobby I have an interest in trying to feel something and they all failed. I need to remember that HoD is the most beautiful perfect thing in the world. And while I love plants and primitive technology and stuffed animals that HoD is my big thing. The ultimate special interest. The one that unlike Power Island, doesn't hurt me to open my soul into.

Fishy got me a rock tumbler that I'm really excited about and another package that's arrived today I haven't opened yet and I am excited thinking about tumbling small stones and making my own stone beads. I'm certain if I make a day out of building a neolithic hand drill that will also be fun. I need to remember that I'm allowed to have fun. I also need to learn how to make mistakes.

New years resolutions maybe.

When I next get to go to fabric land I'm going to buy some of the exact type of fabric the original Sly or Sly II's heads are made of (velveteen and/or upholstery cotton respectively) and see if that has any bearing on working with the pattern or not. I also have decided I need to aquire more random scraps. Gotta find packages of scraps when the thrift stores have them. I'm even starting to consider getting worn out stuffed animals with the intention of taking them apart and rebuilding them. I've always felt bad about that but so long as they aren't thrown away by the end it's a victimless crime. They're still being appreciated and taken care of.

Again, I wish eBay wasn't so damn expensive. Stupid shipping.

There's a local quilters guild that interests me. I'm so paranoid of human interaction I'm scared I won't be accepted as a young man who has an atypical disabled relationship with the hobby as a newcomer. It's something I should really try to work past more often. I have no clue if they're still even active due to COVID shit but I should at least try to turn up for one of their themed days.

But I feel that seeing people in person working on the craft will help me build skills and learn things.

Will also says he's thinking about getting into soft sculpture so maybe he'll share the stuff he's doing online.

Idk. I'm not entirely down in the dumps this new years but it does feel I'm just drifting aimlessly in life. With Cazza everything felt perfect. It was our blue sky grassy field orchestra music moment. And now it's gone. There is ultimately no overcoming of death except in memory.

The little spectre Sly head (the one I just made out of felt) seems to be the best I've made yet. Despite omitting the horn and ears I've got the snout at the right level of pointiness. Maybe even overkill for a spectre. But that makes me how that I'm going to continue to get better.

I am glad I've had things like the crying dog and Sly to keep me going though. And my friends who love and appreciate me so much it's actually staggering to think about it too deeply. I wish the internet gap wasn't a thing. It's funny. I feel id be no less further from my friends if I was living in the middle of the prairie away from everyone else.

Someday.

But for now there's Sly.

[prismatoxic]

fucked up so hard in a social setting today that i had to straight up leave the entire internet to try and deal with the ensuing panic. set do not disturb on both discord and phone before watching devot play through the otacon intro/gray fox fight in mgs1 again.

and i'm still panicking. bc it did not blow over, which... i didn't think it would but i guess i was hoping maybe i was too out of it in panic to correctly assess the situation. no, i got it mostly right... no one seems mad at me specifically because i wasn't the only one involved, but they are mad. and i am having real trouble figuring out what is a likely outcome of this versus what my terrified brain thinks makes sense as an outcome.

i apologized to the best of my ability once i came back and tried to explain my avoidant actions immediately following the encounter. no one's responded yet but it is 1am here.

i have a really fucking long history of messing up socially and then having a bunch of cascading results occur that involve things like being mocked for my attempt at an apology, losing friends, losing my place on a team, staining my reputation within a community, etc etc etc. regardless of whether that was all deserved every single time, i am the sort of person who assumes blame as it is, and because of these past events i then react wildly disproportionately to feeling like i did something wrong.

and the RSD is there too. that's not helping.

as you can imagine all of this makes taking accountability for my mistakes very hard! i am very clearly panicking and presumably feel shame and/or guilt, sure, but people in the past have assumed all of this was like... for my own benefit? like i was being attention-seeking or trying to incite pity. so add that to the pile of past experiences fucking up my ability to be normal about this sort of situation. i feel like if i am too publicly upset that i'm giving off the idea that i'm more worried about myself than the person or people i slighted. which simply isn't true--i am so upset BECAUSE i slighted someone. because i've potentially ruined a relationship of some kind. yes i am terrified of the consequences but everything ties back into remorse. i'm not capitalizing on a bad situation to try and make people feel sorry for me. i am genuinely just having a panic attack.

i'm well aware that the situation isn't about me once i've hurt someone but that genuinely does not make the panic stop. and you'd be surprised how hard it is to calm down from that sort of thing when you feel like at any moment, everything is going to fall down around your ears in response. i got pinged twice to the associated server immediately following the event, both times general or admin pings that had nothing to do with the situation, and both times my panic spiked so sharply that it made me concerned for my health.

none of this is normal or productive and i am well aware and i will... probably call my therapist back on monday to schedule an appointment bc holy shit, lmao. this sucked, not just for me but for the situation as a whole, which i should have handled with more grace.

i am still waiting for more consequences. like getting booted from the admin team or being blocked by the other admin i upset or, idk, something unforeseen but equally terrible. idk how likely any of that is. idk what's a normal response to this situation. my brain won't let me conceive of anything logical while i'm like this.

and like, my trauma is not the responsibility of the person i hurt. so in my apology i did not bring any of it up bc it's irrelevant. i tried to apologize as sincerely as i could while also avoiding trying to make excuses. i don't know if it's going to matter. i cannot fathom a world in which it's good enough.

how do you ask for reassurance in a situation where you're the one at fault, anyway? do you even deserve it at that point? i promise i wasn't being malicious. i thought i remembered something and made the wrong call on whether or not to bring it up, and then didn't nip the ensuing conversation in the bud when it immediately went off the rails. which i should have done bc i'm a server admin. i should have recognized the fucked up nature of the topic at hand before someone pointed it out to me. but i genuinely was not trying to be malicious. does that count for something?

this isn't the first time i've made mistakes in this server. it's at least the third time, but i think there might have been at least one more instance. i have been trying to be useful lately but i never feel like i'm pulling my own weight and if they decided to ax me from the team i'd get it. it would suck and my RSD would absolutely flay me alive over it but i would get it.

i don't know. i don't know how to emotionally handle this sort of situation and that impacts my ability to handle it at all. i'm not fit to be an admin of anything. i'm not fit to have power over anybody.

i'm going to get some food and try to draw or something.

[dontlookatmehereplease]

I'm pretty sure I let myself get stuck in a delusion again, thinking that the person I like really liked me the same way again. I know that like me but I'm feeling like now maybe I was letting my feelings get out of hand on my end without keeping their feelings in mind. I was being selfish with them, which I know we said we could be at the start but I think I let them see my own selfishness in a too big amount. I want to help them bc they aren't doing well but I'm so fucking dumb idk how to do that especially after they told me I need to reel in the romantic side of things for now, I get that we're both aceflux and I know and respect that they can't control their feelings when it happens. That's why I'm writing here instead because if I try to talk to them about this without thinking I know I'll make a bigger mess of things, I want to be selfish and keep them close but I don't want to risk loosing that by speaking about it before I think.

I've cried a bit before writing and I know I'll probably cry more after still but I need to let that out before I can answer them because I don't want them feeling more upset by how I'm feeling, they're already dealing with their own things and I need to let them have some space and if they're comfortable maybe an ear or something, I just want them to be ok but I know that me wanting that won't help them be fine, I gotta give them space, I gotta tell myself things will be ok. Because I'm not helping them or me by thinking how I am right now.

I love them. But I can't tell them that especially after they just asked me to hold off on being romantic towards them. I'd just hurt us both more than I'm hurting us now. I gotta figure out what to message back soon so I don't make them believe that they've upset me, I don't want them to hurt like that.

I can't even talk to someone else about him either because again, my selfishness was calling him mine to others previous to this because that's what we had agreed upon, but now I'm confused on were that agreement stands with us. Is this a break? Are they still mine? Do I still belong to him? I guess what makes this harder is just they way they worded their message, saying they don't want to message something back that would be empty and meaningless in response to my 'feelings'...

God I fucked up haven't I.....

[boysbellyrubs]

thank you for answering my ask!!! I'm invested just from the first piece you posted!

If you are taking requests and its not too much trouble...

I would love to see a super burpy Caine in an embarrassing setting with Quinn around? Maybe he's suffering from some gassy indigestion and keeps stifling burps into his fist, but they keep getting nastier and deeper and eventually he can't hold it back anymore. How Quinn responds is up to you :)

Omg again with the amazing prompt anon. Now, idk if I'm going to open requests, but I thought I would do this. I needed to post something anyway. This one got very long, so hope you enjoy.

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Quinn had invited him to his fucking apartment. What the fuck. 

“Dude, Quinn literally just asked me out.” 

Lincoln laughed, “Bro, he just asked you around for dinner.” 

Caine reeled back, “Um, hello that is clearly him asking me out, do you know nothing about dating?” 

Lincoln stood, now coming to put his hands on Caine’s sporadic shoulders. He looked him in the eyes, “Okay, then what are you going to wear to this date? Surely not trackies and a hoodie.” 

Caine froze, looked down at himself, gasped and ran to his room muttering ‘shit’ to himself on the way. He sucked at putting together outfits, and he only had an hour to decide. That was not long enough. What if Quinn was cooking messy food and he ruined good pants? Or he dressed up too much and Quinn thought he was weird for showing up in formal clothes? Did he wear casual but smart? Cool but collected? Safe to say he was panicking. 

He stood in front of his dresser chewing his nails, tapping his foot and mumbling. He didn’t notice Lincoln enter, 

“Just wear what you’re comfortable wearing. I’m sure your boyfriend won’t care.” 

“He’s not-” He sighed, “I’ll try.” 

Lincoln stood next to him, “Take a deep breath, dude. You’re hot, Quinn will like you no matter what clothes you wear.” 

Caine dropped his shoulders and grabbed an outfit. He went for comfort but he still looked stylish. He shook his hair out and sprayed cologne. He hoped to god that this was a semi-date, making a good impression was what Caine strived for. He could redeem himself for the first time they met, finally getting to know him without the aspect of being sick. 

This was going to be good. 

—

It was in fact, not good. 

Caine thanked his early thinking on picking comfortable pants, yet they still pushed uncomfortably into his bloated stomach. This couldn’t be any worse. 

The night had started well, they had talked for a bit before dinner, ate Quinn’s amazing cooking and then sat in the living room to chat some more. Quinn’s roommates were gone and it was just the two of them. Quinn had made lamb and feta rissoles, conveniently one of Caine’s favourites, and he had eaten his fill. 

Now, normally he could stomach any food. He prided himself on his strong stomach, but today it had failed him. Maybe it was the nerves, but Caine’s stomach was unapologetically upset and he was having trouble muffling acidic burps into his hand. His stomach felt way too full, and he couldn’t slouch for fear of bringing up more bubbly belches. 

It was torture, honestly. Maybe their relationship would strictly be Caine getting sick and Quinn having to be the poor caretaker. 

As of now, Quinn was talking about some ski trip disaster he had gone on and Caine was trying desperately to listen. All he could hear was the rumbling mess inside himself, and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He burped again, and he quickly took a miniscule sip of his water. There was no doubt Quinn heard him, his belly was grumbling and was visibly bloated. His posture was rigid and gurgling burps kept travelling up his throat every few seconds. His face was definitely flaming red. 

“But yeah, I’m surprised no one got hurt,” Quinn chuckled at the memory, making direct eye contact with Caine, “How about you? Any crazy stories?” 

Caine shook his head, “Nope, I’m-urrp- pretty boring.” God, fuck, shit, how embarrassing. Jesus Christ Caine wanted to melt into the floor. 

Quinn’s eyebrows twitched, “You good?” 

“Yeah, yeah don’t mind me.” He sipped his drink, avoiding eye contact. He hoped Quinn would just move on. 

Thankfully, his prayers were answered when Quinn hopped up from the couch to grab the TV remote, “Wanna watch a movie? I’ve been thinking of watching Howl’s Moving Castle.” 

Caine had watched that before, but he nodded anyway. It would give him a chance to burp some more without the risk of being heard. When Quinn was distracted setting up the movie, Caine discreetly touched his belly. My god, he was bloated. His entire stomach was rounded out and he winced at the slightest touch. He knew that burping would immediately relieve the pressure, but what would Quinn think? 

“I’ve got such a huge crush on both Sophie and Howl, dude.” Quinn said, ten minutes in. Caine honed in on the sentence. Sophie and Howl? Oh my god he has a chance.

Caine laughed to acknowledge Quinn but said nothing more. The longer the movie went, the more upset his stomach got. His burps had gotten more frequent and were getting harder to muffle. He was beyond embarrassed. Quinn still had said nothing, but there was no way he couldn’t hear it. 

Burps were getting caught in his throat and it made his shoulders hitch. He leant back and tried to get it up properly, and it dissipated in his mouth. Gross. 

A few minutes later, a rumbling made its way up his throat and erupted out of his mouth with a deep belch. He froze, not daring to make eye-contact with Quinn. His belly gurgled, loud and upset and he felt another burp crawl up his chest. He was able to muffle that one. 

Quinn laughed, “Holy shit, dude. That was massive, I’m impressed.” 

Caine spared a glance. Quinn was grinning at him, “Huh?” 

“Dude, and I thought my burps were big.” 

Caine’s mouth hung open, and with this prime opportunity his stomach sent up another burp that tumbled from his mouth. This one was deep, and sounded sick. 

Suddenly Quinn’s face dropped, “Oh, that didn’t sound as impressive. Are you okay, Caine?” 

The movie had been paused, and Caine was so close to literally running out the door. How could he be sick again, Quinn was never going to want to hang out with him ever. 

Quinn was still staring at him, “I don’t think dinner’s sitting very well,” Quinn’s eyes turned sad, “Not that your cooking was bad! No, nothing like that. It’s just.” He trailed off. Quinn moved closer to him on the couch, putting a hand on his knee, 

“You can tell me.” 

Was this man an angel? Caine had to take a deep breath, “I was really nervous to come tonight and I guess it caused a little indigestion. It’s nothing too bad.” 

Quinn frowned, “Are you sure, I’ve heard you trying to stifle burps all night. Your stomach must be in a lot of pain.” 

Caine’s eyes widened comically. So he did hear him. Fuck, that was embarrassing. Why didn’t he say anything sooner? He looked down, another gross burp rumbling out of his mouth. He put his hand to his belly, 

“It’s a little sore.” He joked. Quinn chuckled, thankfully, and switched off the movie. 

“Why don’t we lay down on my bed until your stomach settles? We can watch this on my laptop instead.” 

Now Caine’s heart was pounding for another reason. Quinn was too good to be true. Caine had never met another person so unaffected by illness in his life. He couldn’t think of a response, so he jerkily nodded his head and followed Quinn to his room. His room was clean, much cleaner than his own, and had posters of various bands and anime on the wall. He liked it. 

However, the short trip jostled his full belly and he had to gingerly lower himself on the bed. He burped again, 

“Dude, I’m so sorry about this. I feel so gross.” He said, not making eye contact.

Quinn sat next to him, “Don’t even worry about it. Anxiety can be a bitch. Come sit up here, I’ll grab my laptop.” 

With cautious movements, they weren’t cautious enough because he had to burp three times before he could relax, he made it to the top of the bed. Quinn joined him, loading up Netflix and putting on Howl’s Moving Castle again. Caine was tense, he felt incredibly awkward and Quinn seemed so relaxed. Why couldn’t he be like Quinn, for fucks sake.

Quinn noticed, of course, “Try to relax, your stomach will get more upset if you’re tensed up like that. Here.” He opened his arms, clearly an invitation for Caine to lean on him. Oh my god this cannot be happening. Maybe Quinn did like him? Maybe this was a date? 

Hesitantly he lowered himself into Quinn’s arms, slotting himself between his shoulder and torso. It was comfortable, Quinn was broad and he was soft.

Now that the awkwardness had passed, Caine’s stomach ache reared its head again. He groaned, reflexively muffling a deep belch into his hand. 

“Stop doing that, you’ll make yourself feel worse. Burping doesn’t gross me out, don’t worry.” 

Caine tilted his head up and looked at Quinn’s face. It was free from any judgement, and catching Caine’s worried gaze he smiled. Caine’s heart skipped the next several beats. Oh my god, I have such a crush on this boy. 

He looked away, he was staring too much now and kept his gaze locked on to the movie. He put his hands back on his stomach, which was still extremely bloated and he tried to let himself burp. But of course, right as he was comfortable enough to burp, he couldn’t. He tried to rub his stomach, pushing in a little but nothing. All it did was gurgle and cramp, swelling more with the air that wouldn’t escape. 

Quinn obviously noticed, “Do you want me to do that? It might help. You don’t have to say yes.” 

Oh lord. His crush rubbing his belly? Right after he figured out he’s into that shit. Good lord, could this night get any better?

“Um, sure. If you don’t mind.” He tried to stop his smile, and let his hands fall from his stomach. Quinn put his free hand right in the centre, 

“You’re bloated. Do you want me to unbutton your pants?” 

Fuck, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-

“Okay.” He whispered. He stared as Quinn quickly undid the button, and immediately his stomach groaned with relief. It filled out the empty space a bit and he let loose a burp. Quinn laughed, 

“There we go. You’ll feel better in no time.” 

He started rubbing and Caine almost ascended. He was so delicate, he knew all the places to push and where to ease the pressure. It was heaven. The not so good part were the burps. They were loud, and he had to forcefully stop himself from groaning after each one. 

Quinn pushed on his upper stomach, “Bruarp, urrrp, ooh, god. I needed that one,” He mumbled. Quinn only snorted, pushing again in the same spot, causing Caine to belch again. 

“The bloating is going down. How’re you feeling?” 

Caine had his eyes closed, “Better, urrp.” 

He heard Quinn chuckle, but then it was silent. The movie was playing quietly in the background, but all Caine could focus on was the orgasmic way his belly was being pampered. Who knew belly rubs were so amazing? Even if he was burping like a pig, he cared less and less as the pain faded. 

“Thanks for this, Quinn. You’re amazing.” 

“No problem,” He pushed again, and felt resistance. Caine groaned, “Hurts huh? I can feel how tight it is.” 

Does he know what that sounds like? 

Caine simply nodded, forcing up small burps as Quinn pushed. Nothing happened. He rubbed his own belly, trying to coax it up. 

“Here, let me try this.” He gently nudged Caine’s hand away and began to apply pressure with his full hand. He rubbed along the top part of his belly, keeping the same amount of pressure throughout. Caine moaned, his head jolting a bit, 

“Ow, god I can feel it but it won’t come out.” 

“Sorry, just a few more seconds.” 

Quinn’s hand stopped, and Caine opened his eyes. His belly was gurgling up a storm, yet no burp. He frowned, “Nothing’s happening.” 

Quinn patted his stomach once, and a symphony broke out. Caine suddenly felt his entire stomach rumble and it travelled up his throat and he didn’t have enough time to cover his mouth. 

A huge belch shot out of his mouth, and only as it was tapering off did he cover his mouth. 

Quinn’s hand had moved off his stomach and his mouth was wide, “Holy shit, I’ve never heard a burp that loud. That must have single handedly cured your stomach ache, right?” 

Caine’s cheeks heated up. He did feel heaps better, he put his hand on his now softer stomach and sighed. 

“Yeah, doesn’t hurt as bad now.” He mumbled. The exhaustion from earlier came back in full force and he yawned, dropping his head onto Quinn’s chest. As he closed his eyes, he felt Quinn rubbing soft circles over his digesting belly. 

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Writing the burps was awkward lol, hope I did it justice. Also I used the word embarrassed way too much. My fics always end with characters sleeping :(

[lixxen]

Killer (Adrian Chase x Male!Reader)

Part One - NSFW Headcanons - Playlist

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Here's part two! I'm still debating on uploading these on AO3. I don't know if I should feed people on there or not.

PS. The official name for this series is Baby, Don't You Cry. Idk if anyone will care, but it's part of my inspiration. And it's not from the top searches. It's from a song in the playlist.

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Y/n didn't know how he ended up with Vigilante bleeding out on his couch.

That was a lie. He knew exactly how.

He had been walking up to his apartment door when he spotted the criminal slumped against the wall next to the door. Y/n had panicked and dragged him inside of the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him and placing him on the couch. It didn’t take long for panic to set in and Y/n fumbled his phone out and into his bloody hands.

Vigilante watched as Y/n paced around his living room, his phone pressed against his ear as he dialed the only person he could think of.

"Chris, pick up the fucking phone." Y/n all but whined quietly as he tapped his fingers against his mouth.

"You know," Vigilante spoke up from the couch. He had his hand over his stomach, where he was once bleeding. Y/n guessed the blood flow stopped but it still hurt. "I gotta admit. You're pretty cute when you're stressed."

Y/n shot a glance as the man as Chris's phone went to voicemail. Y/n sighed as he clicked off his phone and turned back to vigilante.

"What am I going to do with you?" Y/n asked the man as he walked towards him.

"Well, I'm not bleeding anymore for one. Maybe you could actually patch me up?" Vigilante responded. Just a few minutes ago he seemed on the brink of death, but now he seemed to be calm and fine.

"You're not wrong." Y/n but his lip. "Give me one second."

Y/n went to the bathroom quickly, pulling out his first aid kit. He had originally bought it after Chris kept crashing for the night after fights. He brought it back to the living room as Vigilante started to pull his armor pieces off of his chest.

Y/n stood to stare for a second, watching as Vigilante's chest was now exposed. There were bruises all over his chest along with shallow cuts. Blood was smeared around the cuts and it looked bright against his pale skin. It looked rather bad, but manageable.

Y/n kneeled next to the couch and slowly opened up the first aid kit. He kept glancing at Vigilante and noticed the freckles that splattered his body like stars. It was a nice detail about the man that made him ever so much more attractive. Y/n couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach as he watched the injured man move on his couch. He knew he shouldn’t be ogling the hurt man on his couch, but he could blame it on the amount of blood.

"You're staring. Does that mean you find me attractive?" Vigilante asked.

Y/n scoffed at this.

"I'm assessing the damage to your body." Y/n responded. "But if it counts, you have an attractive body."

"Wow. Forward. I like that." Vigilante sounded like he was grinning as he leaned towards Y/n. He pushed himself into a sitting position, making it more apparent he only had his pants and helmet on. It made Y/n feel more self conscious, as he himself wasn’t totally ripped like Vigilante. Not that he was comparing himself.

"You're lucky I found you. If it was the police or Peacemaker your ass would be chewed out and probably in jail." Y/n shook his head, thinking about how Chris would have probably chewed him out before dragging him to jail. Chris was probably going to chew Y/n out for harboring him.

But then again, Chris had mentioned Vigilante before. He said Vigilante was a dumbass whose mind was only on fucking and murder. He mentioned meeting the deranged man and warned Y/n that he was dangerous.

"What's up with you and Peacemaker anyways?" Vigilante asked as Y/n finally started to work on him. "I've seen you two together a lot. It's almost like you're his BFF. Which is impossible, as it is Eagly then it is me."

"If it matters," Y/n pressed a little too hard into a cut as he covered it with a bandaid, making Vigilante hiss in pain. Y/n tried to not revel in the pitiful noise the man had made and moved on. "Chris and I have known each other since the accident with his brother. I was there for him and I tried my best to keep him afloat. I've worked hard to not have Chris become his father."

“He’s never mentioned you by name then. He’s mentioned a friend before, but I just always assumed it was some dickbag he knew from school.” Vigilante watched Y/n as he stitched one of the more deep cuts.

Y/n wanted to know what was going on inside of that head. Whatever it was, it was probably something perverted or stupid. But what does Y/n know. He could be planning to kill Y/n the second he stops helping him.

Y/n decided to focus on just patching him up as quickly and efficiently as he could. Maybe he could convince Vigilante to stay put while he called Chris to ask him what he should do. This was dangerous and Y/n knew it.

“You look like you have a million thoughts in your head.” Vigilante spoke up again. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. And you?” Y/n knew that he wouldn’t get an actual answer, but it was worth a try.

“Nope. Secret identities are a real thing and need to be respected.” Vigilante shook his head and sounded very serious. “And even if I wanted to tell you, it would put you at risk. Would you want that? You could get killed for that.”

“Mmmhm. I’m close to Peacemaker. If someone wanted me dead, it would have happened by now.” Y/n shook his head and made sure to pull slightly too hard on the stitch, making Vigilante hiss.

“Okay, you’re doing that on purpose now.” Vigilante sounded like he was whining.

“And you’re whining.” Y/n snorted. “I brought you into my apartment out of the kindness of my heart and here you are, complaining that someone who has no medical experience is doing less than perfect.”

“I- I did not say that!” Vigilante moved and Y/n huffed and stopped what he was doing. “Sorry, I’ll stay still.”

“Thank you.” Y/n shook his head and waited until he was situated again before he started again.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes as Y/n finished patching Vigilante up. Y/n sighed as he sat the bloody bandage wrapper on the ground.

“Thank you so much, Y/n.” Vigilante sounded like he was smiling. “I will make sure to never forget how nice you were.”

Y/n watched and leaned back as he watched Vigilante. The man was putting his torso pieces back on, a bit slowly as if to not undo the bandages. Y/n watched as he gingerly did so with almost perfect technique.

Y/n wondered if he did this a lot.

Y/n's phone started to play Chris's special ringtone of Highway to Hell. Vigilante looked at the phone as Y/n picked it off the table and stood back up. Y/n clicked answer and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Chris." Y/n greeted. Y/n could see Vigilante perk up at the name.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You never call. Did something happen to you?" Chris's voice sounded worried and out of breath.

"I uh, I found someone bleeding outside of my apartment complex. I panicked and you were the first person I called before calling an ambulance." Y/n for some reason decided to lie for Vigilante.

Vigilante sighed quietly and relaxed back into the couch.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. Are you in danger, though? What happened?" Chris seemed to take the excuse.

"I think he was just drunk and got into a fight. Nothing too bad. He might have a concussion." Y/n nodded, as if Chris could see it.

"Damn. I was hoping he had gotten into a fight with some chick and got kicked out." Chris cursed under his breath.

"You're insufferable, Chris. You know that right? Not everything is about sex." Y/n forgot all about the Criminal on his couch as he felt exasperation over Chris's words. "You'd think after that chick you slept with the other day and your coworker turning your stupid ass down that you'd get your head out of your ass and focus on work."

"Hey! What can I say? Mans gotta do what he's gotta do." Chris then paused. "Also, you know that friend I introduced you to at Fennel Fields?"

"The cute nerdy boy who looked two seconds away from fainting after I messed with him? Yeah. What about him?" Y/n tapped his foot.

Vigilante seemed suddenly very interested in the conversation, as he sat back up and leaned forward again. He tilted his head up and Y/n looked down at him.

"Yeah! That one. He said you were very attractive and he wanted to actually talk and get to know you. Which is a LOT for him. He's a total horndog but you'll love him." Chris sounded like he was smiling. "As long as you don't eat him alive. I'm pretty sure he'd love it if you choked him out or something. He's into that shit."

Vigilante must have heard Chris, because he made an undignified noise and stood up.

"That is so unfair that you two get to talk like this about people." Vigilante grumbled it and Y/n shot him a look. Vigilante raised his hands in defense.

"I can't make any promises, Chris. You know how I am. You're lucky you're tough or you'd be chewed up and spat out by now." Y/n smiled. "Well, I think the neighbor's cat is back at my fire escape again so I'm going to let him in. Goodnight, Chris."

"Goodnight, Y/n. And make sure you don't invite strangers into your place." Chris reminded him.

"I won't, dad. Goodbye." Y/n got a goodbye back and he hung up.

"Who were you two talking about?" Vigilante asked as Y/n started to usher him towards the door.

"Chris's friend. He's a guy that Chris apparently befriended recently and he's the younger brother of another friend. Apparently the guy wants to hang out with me." Y/n sighed as they made it to the door.

"Why do you look like you don't want to? He sounded nice." Vigilante shifted his weight as he stopped besides Y/n.

"It feels like Chris is trying to set me up with him, which I don't really mind. But I don't have the best reputation with dating. Like I said, I chew people up and spit them back out." Y/n didn't know why he was saying this to a masked murderer who he fixed up like a broken toy.

"I'd say give it a try. Get to know him. I saw D&D books on your bookshelf and you said he's a nerd. Talk to him about that. I'm sure he'd love that!" Vigilante did a small hand wave.

"Sure. I'll try. Now get the fuck out of my apartment before anyone sees you." Y/n opens the door.

Vigilante nodded and quickly hobbled out and down the hallway. Y/n shut the door and put his back to the door.

This whole night was fucked and he's going to blame Chris for introducing superheroes to his life. Even if this one wasn't caused by Chris.

[24hlevi]

can i just say that i've just finished reading that angst headcanons/imagines/scenarios or whatever it's supposed to be called about the boys reacting to y/n dying and i'm just...i'm just a sobbing mess.

it's well-written so 1000/10 for that, but whY MUST YOU ATTACK MY HEART IN THIS MANNER???? i love your work, but my poor heart ack-

btw is there any possibility to ask for a request for a same scenario but for kazutora, mitsuya, and hanma? like for kazutora's part, imagine if it wasn't yknow who died but its y/n 🥲

omg you’re so nice first of all thank you 😭 and OMG YES

TR Boys Reaction To You Dying Pt. 2

Tokyo Revengers Boys (Kazutora, Shuji, & Takashi) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Pure Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Suicide (kind of? it’s what happened to baji did so idk what to label it as 🤷‍♂️)

Hanemiya Kazutora:

All Kazutora could think was that it was all his fault that this happened. He was too caught up in his own world that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He didn’t even know you had shown up to the fight until he stabbed you instead of Baji.

“Y/n?” Kazutora asked, dropping the knife immediately when he saw you standing between him and Baji, blood dripping onto the ground below you. He completely froze, not knowing what he had just done or why he even did it. “Baby, are you okay?”

You held onto the stab wound, coughing up blood as you looked at your boyfriend. “I just wanted you…to stop.” You choked out before collapsing to your knees.

Everyone had stopped and was watching you by now, shocked that you had even protected Baji from both sides when your whole body landed on the car below you. Spitting blood out of your mouth, you laid on your back, staring up at the blue sky that was dusted with white clouds.

“Y/n!”

You heard multiple people yell your name, but you couldn’t even tell who it was until you saw Kazutora kneeling beside you. “Y/n! Keep your eyes open, okay?!”

You shook your head from side to side, raising your hand to put it on Kazutora’s face before quietly speaking, “Give it to me, the knife.”

“What? Why? Look, Y/n you just gotta stay awake okay?” Kazutora spoke fast, clearly freaking out on both the outside and inside, not even caring about the gang fight anymore.

“Hand it over, Kazutora.” You said his full name which caused him to go quiet, staring down at you with saddened eyes before handing you the knife that already had your blood on it. “Thank you, babe. I love you.” You told him.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Kazutora said to you.

You bundled up your shirt at the top, putting it in your mouth so you had something to bite down on before plunging the knife into your stomach and twisting it around, then pulling it back out and dropping it.

Kazutora wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him as you lived your last moments, and he couldn’t even say anything. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I always will love you.” Was all he said after you died.

Kazutora then took the blame for killing you, resulting im him ending up in jail again but he wasn’t angry about it. He was just sad. So sad that he didn’t even try to get out of jail and get back into the gang life. He just sat around, continuously saying,

“It’s all my fault.”

Hanma Shuji:

Shuji swore that he would never allow you to get hurt while he was away doing gang activities that he didn’t want you included in. That’s why he always had someone beside you and a bodyguard to make sure you would always be safe. But even then, it didn’t work.

It was half past 1 in the morning when Shuji’s phone rang while he was with the other Valhalla members, beating up some random other gang member. Shuji stopped punching the other male, standing up straight and took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, answering. “Yes?”

“Shuji…”

Shuji’s breath hitched when he heard your shaky and quiet voice, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Where are you, darling? Is something wrong?”

“I’m…at home. B-But someone..got in.” You tried your best to reply, but it was coming out shaky and slow. 

“I’ll be there in five minutes. I promise, baby. Okay? I love you.” Shuji told you before turning around and looking at everyone, taking the phone away from his ear. “Kazutora, you’re in charge until I get back, understand? As for everyone else, just do what you’re told.” He said to everyone, proceeding to then walk out and make his way onto the streets when he started to sprint down the different roads. 

Now he was just making sure that he made it to your place in five minutes like he said he would, which usually he would be able to do easily, but he was more determined now that he had heard something had gone wrong whilst he was away. Upon reaching your place, he saw the front door opened already and he quickly rushed inside. “Y/n?! Baby, where are you?!” He called out as he started to run through every room in the house. 

He finally made it to your room where you laid on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath you as you were taking shallow and slow breaths. “Y/n!” Shuji yelled out your name, going over to you and kneeling down beside you. He grabbed you and lifted you up, holding you in his arms as he checked for your pulse. When he felt it he let out a sigh of relief but it was very weak and barely noticeable which made him realize he probably only had a few more moments with you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For not being here when I should have. I’m so fucking stupid, I should have just stayed here with you. I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.” Shuji said to you, his voice cracking halfway through as tears welled up in his eyes.

You looked up at him and smiled lightly despite you dying in his arms. “It’s okay, Shuji. Don’t...blame yourself. I still love you.” You had never seen the boy cry before, that’s how you knew that he did really love you, that he wasn’t just saying it so he could manipulate or get things from you. 

“I love you too.” Shuji whispered out. 

Soon enough, your head went limp and your eyes were stuck open, all of the life drained from your face as blood dirtied the floor and Shuji’s clothes. “Y/n? Y/n? Wake up, please.” The boy pleaded to your now deceased body, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back. Not ever again. 

Shuji became what you would have never wanted him to become, a terrible person who killed anyone if they even looked at him the wrong way, and most importantly, one that drank all of his feelings after the day was over, crying to himself over your death still. 

Because he would never get you back. And he regretted that the most.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Takashi was the most important person in your life, just like you were to him. He had told you on multiple occasions that he wanted to be with you forever. And he thought it would really happen. Boy, was he wrong. So, so wrong. 

You two were walking down the busy street, eating street food while going inside stores and just admiring the night scenery. Everything was going perfectly normal, until it all changed within a few seconds. 

“Hey, babe?” Takashi said, looking over at you.

“Yeah?” You repled. 

“Do you wanna get married some day in the future?” 

The question that came out of your boyfrien’s mouth shocked you, and you didn’t know how to reply. You both were still teenagers, how the hell were you supposed to know? “Only if it’s you I’m marrying.” You aswered with a smile. 

Takashi smiled back and pressed his lips against yours before pulling away quickly after. “Same here.” He told you. 

Suddenly, car tires screeched on the black cement road and one zoomed around, an all black van. It’s windows opened and guns pointed out of them before they started to fire. Takashi quickly wrapped his body around you and covered you with his, not even caring if he would end up getting killed because of it. 

After the car drove off, Takashi looked at you and asked in a frantic voice, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You looked at him, then down to your side, shaking your head as you spat out blood. Takashi’s eyes widened as he yelled out your name, but you had collapsed onto the ground, grabbing at your abdomen where the gunshot wound was, blood beginning to soak through your clothes and onto the sidewalk below you. 

“No, no, no. Y/n! Stay with me!” He yelled, taking his phone out of his pocket and about to call the polce when you grabbed his hand, stopping him. “What?”

“Don’t. It’s okay.” You told him, a small smile on your face. 

“It’s not okay! I can’t lose you! We-We just talked about getting married some day!” The boy continued to yell.

“Maybe...in another life, we will.” You spoke barely above a whisper, your vision starting to darken and turn blurry. “I love you, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” Takashi replied to you but you didn’t respond. “Y/n?” He reached his hand over and shook you gently, and when you didn’t move he looked at your face, then realizing that you were gone. He sat on the ground, and put his hands over his face, beginning to cry. 

Takashi cried and mourned over your death everyday, despite people telling him to move on. He just couldn’t. He would never be able to find someone he would love like he loved you. He knew that. So that’s how it remained the rest of his life. Lonely, and depressed. 

[animatedrapture]

"DEVOTION"

"Put a price on emotion, I'm looking for something to buy. You've got my devotion, but man, I can hate you sometimes."

"Why's it gotta feel like I'm walkin' a tightrope? Why you wanna see how far I fall?"

Characters: Suna Rintarou x F!Reader

Content Warning: Angst. NSFW. (Unprotected sex. Oral f. receiving) Exes to Lovers. Getting Back Together. Slight slowburn. Little bit of College AU. Post break up. Insecurity. Fluff. Hints at one night stands. Mentions of alcohol and smoking. Time skips. Some shifts in POV. Heavy mutual pining.

Word Count: Almost 5k, I wrote in drafts again so idk.

Violet's Note: Thank you so much for 5k, you whores !!! That's 5K Suna fuckers and counting :') I'm so proud of y'all. As a huge thank you, here's part two to Iron Grip that has been way overdue. And a short series (has two to three parts) "State of Grace" is also lined up!!

You let him. You watch from afar his beauty and every single thing you loved about him; you let yourself cry over the ache in your chest because you keep thinking about how much different it could be if you tried harder—if you hadn't let him let you go.

But you did. And God punish you if you come running back right after. You wanted this. It didn't matter how much you regret it when you see him and want nothing but wrap your arms around him.

Nothing is more persistent than a yearning heart, you learn this later on.

Taking a break from dating and focusing on college was counterproductive. It helped you keep your mind off of Suna Rintarō and receive above satisfactory marks—so much that you finally found your name coming before his in your last class together.

That is, if you hadn't doubted that he fluctuated with his academics for a good while.

He had; but it was hard to admit. Because admitting that was the same as admitting that you had affected him so much and that was a far too dangerous thought to entertain.

You don't see him for a long time; but it was a big campus and he has always been particularly busy.

Once in a while, however, you find yourself searching for him in the crowded hallways and the loud cafeteria—even the café nearby the both of you used to frequent.

Your breath catches on your throat every time you do see his familiar silhouette—yet just as quick as you find him, he's gone out of your sight.

One year. That's how long you don't talk to each other or just as much as acknowledge each other.

A year until you're standing directly across the room from him, in the same stupid house of that party that had you wrapped around his fingers.

He must've moved on now. He must've. There was no way you weren't but a painful memory, you convince yourself. Because then, he would've come around sooner, right?

Until a girl comes walking to his side, then she's whispering something to his ear—whatever it was, it's hard to ponder on any longer because his gaze lands on you.

Just like that night, he catches you staring again.

The alarms in your head are blaring and begging you to move, but your feet stay planted to the ground, and he's staring right back at you like he's hoping you're not just a mirage.

You can feel the sting behind your eyes but you can't find it in yourself to move. Maybe because the girl beside him is gorgeous and tall, and she looks like she's meant to be right beside him. You think you might vomit right now. There's a bitter feeling at the pit of your stomach and at the tip of your tongue and you hate it.

The longer you stare, the more you realize that: Fuck, they look so good together.

That's how it comes rushing back to you—the painful parts, the part that drove him away, pulling the two of you apart. Vile jealousy and insecurity, having convinced yourself he's too good for you.

And he let you go thinking he'd do nothing but hurt you if he stayed.

When you do feel your legs again, you're moving forward instead of backwards. Instead of running away like you always do.

By some miracle, Rintarō stops leaning against the wall. He's walking forward with his gaze holding yours, it makes you think he's coming to you but that couldn't be right…

There's a rush of memories that flashes behind Rintarō's eyes when he sees you.

He can't hear anything—everything is a tunnel vision towards you. He sees you standing there with the same look in your eyes years ago and the kind of longing that grips at his heart every single fucking day he lived without you.

One day. That's how long it took for Rintarō to figure out that nothing hurt more than being without you—but his mind plays back the look in your face every time you wondered if he truly loved you, every time you wondered if you were enough.

And he figures he would rather hurt without you than let you hurt with him.

On that night, Rintarō stuck by your side like nothing had changed. He knows he can't have you—god, maybe you don't even want him back to begin with—but he lets himself be selfish for one night.

One night, where his hands, his eyes, his lips are on you and in that moment you forget Rintarō has ever wanted anyone else but you.

Maybe if you knew it would always be you, then Rintarō would've never let you go.

You leave the country a week after—Rintarō's distraught, but he knew he could never keep you.

Osamu tells him—insists—he needed to find someone else, at least try. Rintarō doesn't listen, heart sinking.

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Another year passes, but nothing prepares Rintarō when he sees you overseas for a match. He's on his morning run, but the world around him slows down as he sees you from across the street, waiting for a bus to arrive.

His feet moves without thinking, then there's a loud beep, a strong gust of wind—he feels his soul leaving his body while the driver stops and to see if he's okay. But Rintarō's eyes are trained on the bus already leaving with you, like a chance he couldn't take.

On the day of his match, he could've sworn he saw you in the crowd.

But Rintarō has done so much wishful thinking. Maybe too much.

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You liked to think that you were single because you were enjoying yourself far too much. Life for you after university was fast paced and you've convinced yourself there's no room for relationships.

That's what you tell yourself. It wasn't because Rintarō had you still, that you loved him under the rain and against the sun.

You had barely made an effort to try dating someone else. It wasn't because of Rintarō, you're sure—even if you dream of being in his arms some days, starting a family with him other days, and nagged by nightmares of him with someone else in between soft, fluffy what if's.

You're sure it wasn't because of him.

That's why after EJP Raijin wins against the home country's team, after seeing him bright and beautiful like he's always been, always will be—you're booking a plane ticket back home.

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You make it home before you've landed back in Japan.

You gapped at Rintarō, who sat beside your assigned seat on the plane. An ache resounding from your chest and spreading over your body.

He hasn't noticed you, he's on his phone, typing away—so you swallow the lump in your throat and pull yourself together.

Rintarō, still observant, scoots slightly without looking up as you settle beside him. But the bracelet on your wrist catches in his line of sight, and he's quick to look up.

When your eyes meet his, you think you might choke and suffocate, for a minute, you stop breathing.

"Y/N," he calls you by your name. It sounds foreign only because it's been years yet the last thing he ever called you was the ever affectionate bunny.

Still, "Rin...tarō," you breathe, his name reluctantly rolling off your tongue.

"Hey," he smiles at you, with so much familiarity that tugs on your heart. "What've you been up to?"

His head tilts, his attention fully on you. Somehow, everything he does brings a drop of hope in your lungs and fills you with it.

You shake your head, "Not much, just more studying and work. What about you?"

He hums, "Just the same stuff. You're finally comin' back home?"

The conversation settles you in, comfortable and easy. As if he wasn't an ex, as if your heart never cracked and shattered along the way, as if you didn't have feelings lingering.

Hours on the plane felt like a blink, because it's been hours and you're still talking to Rintarō like he's an old friend.

And in some ways, he is. It's comfortable and it feels like home.

Rintarō felt like home.

The next thing you know, you're telling him everything you've been up to the past year, and he's telling you about the match he just had and that EJP won against the home team.

"Yeah, you were great, Rin," you laughed, but it dies down, because all of a sudden, he stops, and he stares at you.

"...How do you—Were you there?"

Your mouth opens, blinking back at him. Surely, there's no reason for you to lie now, you're obviously caught, especially when you look back at him and he's staring back at you like you've unraveled him.

You look away from him when you answer. "Y-yeah, I was."

"So it was you," he mutters.

"You saw me?"

He hums in confirmation, a pause follows after.

Trying to lighten up the topic, you pipe up, "Did you try the chuppets they had here?"

"Y'still remember that?"

You frown at him, confused, "Still remember what?"

He shakes his head instead of answering. Still confused, you continue, "Don't you always get your favorite purple chuppets after a match?"

"Mhm, yeah. But how do you still remember that? It's been years," he replies with a breath of laugh.

You shrug, "I just remember random stuff… or people who broke my heart," you joke. Lighthearted, because the ache in your chest has been replaced with ease, just like he always makes you feel.

He laughs a little with you, then he sighs, head tilting back and eyes shut.

"Yeah, I… really hurt you, huh?" His voice is low when he speaks, raspy and rough. "Loved you a fuckton, though… But then all I could think of was that I was hurtin' you and…" He pauses, clears his throat, then looks at you again. "Kept thinkin' about how it'd be like if I asked you to take me back, y'know. I jus' couldn't hurt you anymore."

You almost blank out everything he said. Only because you could feel your heart breaking and falling apart as he spoke, because every word was raw and forced your feelings to the surface all over again.

"To be fair… I never wanted you to let go of me," you speak, barely above a whisper, too vulnerable.

"I couldn't let myself hurt you like that. Not ever again—and that was that."

You nod, the smile on your face is bittersweet, faced with the reality.

"Mhm…" you trail off, and it's noncommittal.

"But we're good now, yeah?"

He tilts his heart towards you like he's genuinely curious, hoping you agree. So you laugh a little, shaking your head

"Yeah." Because you're both good now. You are.

"You've been travelling a lot, I've been doin' the same stuff… and I've been dating someone, think it's the best relationship I've been in," he grins while your heart breaks further.

You push it down, down, down into your gut—maybe save it for later if you have to, but for now you smile at him.

"Really?"

He hums, there's a content smile lingering on his lips that looks so familiar yet it pricks at your chest with a burn. "Never been this happy with someone before, y'know," he tells you, and you just want to shut everything out.

You feel nauseous but you tell yourself it's the turbulence—nevermind that the plane was flying smoothly.

"Well, congrats, Rintarō," you grit out his name because you can't stop calling him Rin in your head, "I'm happy for you," you continue, "I'm glad it all worked out."

And you are.

Even if for a second you debate on telling him you have a boyfriend too, even if you don't, and that you've never been more happy, and that everything is good.

But how could you lie to him?

Instead, you swallow the lies building up on your tongue and you shove it down in your throat, along your feelings and shattered heart, you keep it all down.

Then you save it for later.

When you land home, Rintarō offers you a ride. You tell him you already have someone waiting for you, even when you don't.

He leaves you with a smile and a heartache.

Just like you did with him a year ago, when you took the first flight away from home and left Rintarō with a hollow in his chest.

-----

Shutting the door of your apartment, you let your things fall to the floor with you, and you claw at your chest trying to ease the pain.

-----

Avoiding Rintarō was hard. It reminds you why you even left the country in the first place—because you were in the same friend group and your friends insist on making it to every match, every after party.

It's Atsumu that you have to thank when you do come, because he lets you know when Rintarō is going to make it and what time he comes.

Aside from Osamu, Atsumu was the other one who knew of your extensive relationship with Rintarō, the one you went to when you came home with a broken heart you never knew you'd have to nurse.

For long enough as the ache in your chest slowly subsided, you successfully avoid Rintarō.

For a little bit too, you try going on dates, feeling around the possibilities. Unfortunately, your heart wasn't quite in it, and you cease your feeble attempts.

You fall back into a routine, choosing work first and making the most out of being single. The time you spent with your friends were fun, and you meet new people you find yourself liking.

Just not enough to date again.

-----

Rintarō leaned against the bar, his ring-clad finger tapping against the table because if he succumbed to another stick of cigarette, he knew he'd be done for.

That was exaggeration, sure, but he knew he'd smoked far too much than he could ever be allowed to.

He squeezes his eyes shut. His heart sinks the same way when he found out you left the country—except this time, it was because his heart was broken after nearly a year of bliss.

The relationship was going so, so well—he should've known it was only a matter of time until it'll come tumbling down on him.

She broke up with him.

She wanted to settle down already, get married, start a family. Rintarō was happy, sure. He was happier than he's ever been in years, but he wasn't ready for that level of commitment. It scared him, rattled at his bones like he was a mere skeleton.

The painful part was that they tried to make it work, to compromise, to settle into a middle ground.

But she wanted something he couldn't give. Not even after he reasoned with himself that he loved her, that he could do it for her.

"Give me the sweetest drink you have," Rintarō hears a small laugh, light and easy.

When he looks up, all he could see is you.

You don't notice him, because there's a guy with his hands around your waist and then you're tugging the guy into one of the seats with your friends.

He thinks he could fall apart right there—but like you, he swallows it down with a final shot of his drink, then he's staggering out of the bar with the image of you burning in his head.

When he comes home, he thinks fuck it. His heart needed more repairing than his lungs ever could.

-----

Rintarō had broken up with his girlfriend, you hear from Atsumu.

Atsumu tells you, Rintarō's heartbroken, he's been drinking more than he should, and Osamu—despite being the closest to Rintarō—is this close to smacking him back to reality.

You consider showing up at his doorstep. Atsumu tells you not to, with every plead he could think of.

Against your better judgement, you attend one of Rintarō's games instead, and when they win despite the condition he's in—you get someone to deliver him his favorite chuppets.

-----

No matter how many times you tell yourself you've healed, it takes one more interference by the fates for you to realize it.

The ache in your chest that came along with Suna Rintarō wasn't the problem—it was the feelings that remained tucked in the very core of you.

Thinking you can face him again, you finally make it to the party after the match between EJP and MSBY.

Atsumu's elated, only because he scored the winning point, and insisted to rub it in Rintarō's face—who looked back at him completely unbothered, yet jabbed snide remarks with a smirk, insulting enough to make Atsumu yell in defense.

From across Rintarō, you laugh, your chin resting on the balls of your palm as you listened in on the conversations.

Beside Atsumu, sat Rintarō, who minded his own business and sipped on his drink. He looks a lot better now. It makes you feel relieved.

You swirl the drink in your glass; it was sweet and reminded you of the night Atsumu called you while you were out with your friends, frantically asking for your help with Rintarō, who had shown up in his doorstep drunk beyond comprehension.

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head at the memory.

"Somethin' funny, Y/N?"

Looking up, he's already looking at you, an eyebrow raised and green eyes brighter than you remembered.

"Mhm," you answer him with a grin.

"Share it, then. Damn, y'can't just be laughing on your own, people are gonna think you're crazy."

Your grin widens, "You wouldn't find it funny, Rin."

"Yeah? Try me."

He really wouldn't. Not when it was about him being flat out drunk. Nervously, you bring the glass to your lips and drink.

"I'd rather not. Why won't you tell me a story instead?"

"Nah, don't wanna," he dismisses you, standing from his seat.

"Where are you going?" You sounded like a lost puppy, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

His smirk is smug when he turns to you, "If you're so curious, you can come with."

You barely try to think it over, because you're standing from your seat too and following him out.

Rintarō stops at the bar, and he orders something that sounded too familiar.

"You been okay?" He asks as the bartender mixes up the drink, and he watches it be made even after his question.

"Mhm. Have you?"

"Yeah, lot better now."

The bartender brings the glass in front of you, pours the drink, and swirls whipped cream on top of it.

You stared at it. The same drink you always have. The one you just had.

"Huh?"

Finally, Rintarō turns to you, "You ran out already, didn't you?"

Just like that, he's tugging on your heartstrings all over again. You fall back into place the same way you both did in the airplane.

And you wonder why it's always so easy with him, because the drink in your glass was all gone, and Rintarō keeps looking at you like he's yearning.

Unbeknownst to you, you've done nothing but tug on his own. Rintarō, who was told that you helped Atsumu in all the times he was too drunk to remember anything, who was told the girl with this really pretty bracelet and really pretty eyes told the kid to give him this pack of chuppets to cheer him up.

Rintarō, who found out a week ago (thanks to Atsumu's unfiltered loudmouth) that you've been avoiding him for over a year because you still loved him all the same.

Rintarō, who always knew he'd always love you too.

You sigh, looking around. The party was lively as ever, almost like you're back in college again. Then you turn to him again, "'m gonna step out for a bit, Rin."

"'s it okay if I join you?"

"Well, I wouldn't stop you."

Rintarō follows you out into the back door, and the chatter fades in the background.

It was drizzling. Usually, you loved the rain, but you were in nothing but a dress that clung to your body almost like second skin.

The second you shiver, Rintarō's shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your body.

"Arm," he says, and it takes you a minute to realize what he means. You stretch your arm out, and he helps you into his jacket. It's big on you and reminds you of all the times you borrowed his clothes.

"Feel warmer?" He asks, eyeing you closely, standing close to you.

You nod, your fingers twitching because it's taking everything in you not to reach out to him and wrap your arms around him.

"You still smell the same," you blurt out instead, making him look at you funny before chuckling.

As if he finally heard your true feelings, Rintarō pulls you in and wraps his arms around you.

"Is this okay?"

You hug him tighter in response, "Yeah."

He exhales, deep and relieved.

"Rin?" He hums, and your heart hammers in your chest.

"Can you bring me home?"

He gives your waist a tentative squeeze before pulling away. "I'll get your stuff inside, yeah?"

Your lips twitch in a smile—because he's always going to be your Rintarō, caring and sweet.

You nod, "Okay."

-----

You follow Rintarō to his car, your bag still in his hand and his arm around your waist.

He opens the door for you, then lets your bag fall to your lap. He jogs around the car and slides in the driver's seat, starting up the car.

"The same place?" He asks.

"The same place," you nod.

There's no hesitation when you invite Rintarō in, and there's no hesitation when he enters your apartment.

The sound of the door shutting is muffled in your head, only because he finally pulls you in with a tug on your wrist, and for the first time in a long time, you finally feel his lips on you.

It's slow and longing, needy and almost desperate; like lovers who had lost each other and traveled from the dead the same way Orpheus did.

His hands are all over you, mapping you out all over again and yet he remembers you exactly the same. Until you pull away, breathless and eyes glossed over, his hands never leave your body.

You tug at his wrist, guiding him to your room.

The same way Rintaro had helped you in his jacket, he’s shrugging them off of you, and right as you’re about to hit the bed, his fingers tug on the zipper of your dress, sliding it down.

Literally, you fall into the bed with him. He’s on top of you, lips pressing against your neck and sucking lightly as you tugged on his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. When he does pull away, his movements are hurried, pulling his shirt over his head.

Your fingers dance over his torso as he gripped on your hips, with your legs parted for him, his erection pressing against your bare thigh and you can feel yourself soaking the thin fabric of your panties.

You suck in a breath when he leans down, fingers gathering your slick between your folds before pushing a digit inside you.

"Please..." You beg, wide eyed and needy, hips moving to fuck yourself on his fingers.

Fuck, you sounded cute. You looked pretty, you sounded alluring, just like he remembers you in the safest place in his chest, right where he kept you.

He latches on your clit, earning a loud moan from you, his tongue circling over the sensitive nub.

"Ooh!" You squeal, his finger curling inside you just as he sucked harshly. He withdraws the finger, pushing it back in with another, never taking his eyes off of you as your head tilted back.

He was drunk on the sweet taste of you, in the ways he knew exactly how to make you come undone, in the way you moaned out his name in whines.

His fingers scissor inside you, stretching out your warm, velvet walls as he lapped you up.

"Hnng—Rin, I-I, 'm gonna, oh god," you trembled, knuckles turning white as you gripped on the sheets tightly and clenched around his fingers incessantly pumping in and out of you.

Rintarō doesn't stop until you've come down from your high, tasting you on his tongue.

Even with your body weak underneath him, your hands reach out to cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. Then your lips move to the outline of his jaw, peppering him with kisses.

He tugs your dress completely off of you while you did so, his hands moving to your tits, thumb circling over your hardened nipples.

"Please..." You whisper, "Rin, want you in me... Please... Miss you so much."

Your breath on him feels hot, goosebumps appearing on his skin—everything feels so, so sensitive with you, like he's being thrown back to where he always should've been.

He moves to take off his pants, his thick cock slapping to his abdomen, then he's on top of you again.

His cock presses against your drooling cunt, making your hips jerk upwards, wanting more of him. You hold your breath as he lines the tip to your entrance, your mind buzzing with only Rintarō and his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips like he's holding back, his mouth closed around your nipple and teeth biting softly, eliciting a gasp from you.

Slowly, he inches himself in, your tight cunt hugging and clenching around the tip instantaneously—he hisses.

"S'tight, fuck—" he groans, moving slowly to let you adjust to his size as he pushes inside you inch by inch.

You're digging your nails on his biceps, mouth parted and back arching as he slowly bottomed out.

He rocks his hips steadily, slowly pushing in and out of your cunt sucking in back in greedily every time he pulls back. He bathes in your soft moans, your whines of his name, the familiar way you squealed and your eyes rolled back into your skull whenever he hit that spot inside of you.

But when you tell him to go faster, he does. He thrusts harshly, his cockhead pushing against your cervix over and over, throbbing as your walls spasmed around his length.

"Rin-Rin! Fuck, oh god, please—feels s' g-good," you moaned, hips moving to meet his thrusts.

"Yeah?" He breathes, one hand leaving your hips and reaching between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit.

You whine, creaming around him, "Shit-" he groans, feeling you tightening around him and your thighs trembling around his waist, "Gonna cum for me, bunny? Yeah?"

"Mhm, mhm!" You nod, tears filling your eyes from the intense pleasure, "gon' cum for you, Rin."

Your voice higher in pitch and moans spilling out of you, joining the squelching sound of your pussy and every thrust that was slowly turning sloppier.

"C'mon bunny, cum for me, yeah? You'll be good for me, hm?"

Maybe it's the nickname, or the way his cock pushes deeper inside of you, or the praise he gives you—but it's what has you coming undone, body trembling against his hold and his string of curses following after.

Your walls convulse around him, so tight that it triggers his own orgasm, stilling from his thrusts.

He fills you full with his cum, and for a second he wonders if you're on the pill—but then he thinks it wouldn't matter, because if he wanted anyone to have his baby, it'd be you.

He falls on top of you, panting heavily. Then with the last of his energy, he rolls you on top of him, cock still snug inside you.

The room smelled and felt like sex, even as the panting ceased. You held on to him as if you weren't on top of him—he wasn't going anywhere and you knew that. But it scares you, still.

You reach your hand out, with his eyes closed and his heavy breathing, you place your hand against his cheek gently. Your tears fall before you notice you're crying at all.

You look up at him from your head lying against his bare chest. He feels warm, his hold on you feels like home, and he's making your heart fucking beat out of your chest as if you're falling in love again.

His eyelids flutter open, eyebrows pinching together to look back at you, mouth turning to a frown.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I missed you," Your voice cracks. Lips quiver and corners trembling, trying to hold back a frown.

His arm around your waist tightens and pulls you impossibly closer. The breath he lets out is shaky, golden green eyes staring back at you with a certain vulnerability you've never thought you'd see on him.

"I missed you," He breathes out. His hand moving to cup your cheek, you lean into him instinctively.

His thumb rubs over the apples of your cheeks, the tears wiping away with the pads of his thumb.

"You're still the one, Rin. Always, always the only one," sobs interrupt with your words, tears blur your vision that it scares you he'd disappear in front of you.

Rintarō's frown deepens, watching your tears gather and well up in your eyes, falling over your cheeks.

"Yeah? Always?" He echoes your words, then he's leaning in and pressing his lips on your forehead with the kind of affection that makes you dizzy in the head.

"Always."

You can feel his smile against your skin, your hand against his chest trembling at the feeling of his heart thumping against your palms.

"Then we'll be alright, bunny. We'll be okay."

And you take his word for it. No words weigh heavier to you than his—especially when his heart feels like it's directly on your palms, letting you hold on to it.