#like sometimes i think about if i were to get married and i had to invite both sides of my family it would be so weird

[mononijikayu]

wildflower— nanami kento.

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—” “Do you have any idea how brilliant you are?” His voice was trembling now, thick with emotion. “You were always the smartest person in the room. You deserved to get out of here….to have everything you ever dreamed of. And instead… you stayed. You gave it all up. Why?” Tears burned the back of your eyes. “Because I didn’t have a choice, Kento.” “Yes, you did.” His voice cracked. “You could have told me. You could have called me. I would’ve—” “You would’ve what, Kento?” you choked. “Fixed my life for me? Paid my bills? Dragged me to Tokyo and pretended like I belonged in your world?” His jaw clenched. “You do belong in my world.”

GENRE: alternate universe - actor/s au!;

WARNING/S: afab! reader, use of she/her pronouns, romance, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt, love, fluff, humor, light-hearted, long-term relationship, marriage, loss, emotional distress, hatred, resentment, domestic, confessions, getting together, friends, slice of life, childhood friends, distress, cheating, falling out of love, toxic relationship, drama, depression, bitterness, grief, trauma, pregnancy, explicit birthing scene, illness, post-partum depression, bodily fluids, children, therapy, explicit depiction of birthing, depiction of bodily fluids, depiction of post-partum depression, mention of blood, mention of birthing, mention of bodily fluids, mention of depression, actor! nanami, housewife! reader;

WORD COUNT: 18k words

NOTE: this took a while and im a bit sick all the sudden but i realized i have to put this out so i just decided to go on and post this. anyway, i hope you enjoy this. ready the tissue for this, its a crier. i love you all so much <3

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IT WAS HARD NOT TO KNOW WHAT EVERYTHING MEANS AFTER TWENTY YEARS OF MARRIAGE. After all that time, wouldn’t you know much about the person you were married to? This moment was not an exemption, of course. You were his wife, you knew everything about him. You just had to know.

So, as you stood there, looking at him, you knew that look. That look in Kento's caramel eyes as he’s putting on his suit. The quiet resignation. The practiced ease of sliding the tie around his neck, smoothing down his shirt, adjusting the cufflinks. Like a man preparing to go to war — except it isn’t war. It’s something worse. You knew that much.

You hum softly, curled up on the couch, and watch him from across the room. He doesn’t notice you at first, too focused on making himself presentable. Like it matters. Like any of it matters. You know where he’s going. You’ve always known.

It’s something you never said out loud, not in the past twenty years, not when the nights stretched long and lonely, not when his touch began to feel like an apology instead of love. You haven’t said a word, and he hasn’t either.

But you know all about it already.

There was no need for such words.

There was no need for anything else.

You know because when he turns around, there’s that smile all over again. That smile you fell in love with all those years ago. It was that loving, gentle smile. Strained by the weariness, the tired, and the painfully distant bitterness that dwelled over time on his face. 

And then besides that, he lies. 

He always has to know how to lie.

He was an actor by trade, after all.

"I’ll be home late, baby." he says like it means nothing, like it’s any other day. His voice doesn’t crack. His eyes don’t betray him. But you see it. You always do. And it kills you a little more each time. 

You know he loves you. It’s never been a question of love. It’s always been a question of truth. And the truth is, love doesn’t stop him from leaving. The truth is, love doesn’t make him stay. The truth is, he’s already gone before he’s out the door.

And sometimes you want to kill him for it. Even if you don’t want to, you think about it often. You think about wanting to just be angry and let yourself loose into the madness of it all. You wanted to go and have something for yourself. Even if that was a life, even if it was his life. After all that you had suffered and endured, don’t you deserve it? Don’t you deserve to take his life?

For the silence. For the way he pretends. For the way you let him. For the way you can’t bring yourself to break it all apart because maybe —just maybe— if you keep pretending, too, it’ll hurt less.

You don’t say a word when he leans down to kiss your temple as gently as he could, as lovingly as he could. You don’t flinch, you don’t cling. You don’t beg him to stay. You just hum again, quieter this time, and watch him leave like you have a hundred times before. 

And when the door closes behind him, the sound is deafening.

You stare at the door long after he's gone. Like if you watch long enough, he'll come back. Like if you sit still enough, you'll hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway. But silence is all that answers you. Silence, and the faint hum of the clock that ticks louder with every passing second.

Your hands twitch against your lap, curling into fists before releasing again. You wonder if tonight it'll be different, if he'll come home and tell you the truth. If he'll break, just once, and tell you what you already know. That there’s someone else. That his heart no longer belongs here, with you.

But it never happens. It’s never happened.

You get up after a while, wandering through the house like a ghost. You pass by the photos on the walls. The framed moments of happiness frozen in time. His smile in those pictures looks real. Like he didn’t know back then what would become of you both. You touch one of the frames, trailing your finger down his face. It feels cruel now, looking at those captured memories.

The bed feels colder when you climb in alone. You face his side, the sheets still perfectly made, undisturbed by the weight of his body. You press your face into his pillow, breathing him in. You think, for a fleeting second, that if you cry hard enough, he might feel it from wherever he is and come home.

But you don’t cry. You’ve already wasted too many nights crying. Instead, you just wait. 

Because that's all you know how to do now. Wait. And love him. And hate him a little, too.

THE STORY STARTS EVEN BEFORE THAT. You and Nanami Kento grew up together. Two kids from two very different worlds — he is filled with wealth and privilege, you were with struggle and scarcity. His parents lived in a grand, pristine house, while you lived in a cramped apartment that barely stayed warm in the winter.

His clothes were always crisp and clean, and yours were worn out and patched up. From the moment you realized just how different your lives were, you knew people like you didn’t belong in his world.

And the world didn’t hesitate to remind you of that. The neighborhood kids who ran in the same circles as Nanami never let you forget it. They whispered when you came around, made faces when you approached, and laughed when you walked away. 

“Why do you let her hang around you?” they’d ask him. “She doesn't fit in with us.” 

But Nanami Kento never wavered. Not once. Not ever.

“She’s my friend.” he’d say, firm and unwavering.

And that was all it took.

It didn’t matter if your shoes had holes or if your hands were rough from helping your family with chores. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have expensive toys or that you couldn’t bring lunch to school some days. 

Kento always shared this with you. He always liked making sure you were as full as him. So he would go and split his neatly packed bento in half and hand you the bigger portion without a second thought. 

You’d protest, of course, but he’d only shrug and say, “I wasn’t that hungry anyway.” 

You knew it was a lie.

Even back then, he always lied.

And he smiles all the same.

He always did that, giving without asking for anything in return, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And you valued him more than anything because of it. But what you didn’t realize was how deeply it had settled in your bones. The way you looked at him, the way you cherished him, the way you loved him.

It wasn’t like one day you just woke up and decided to love Nanami Kento. No, it was a gradual thing. Like the warmth of the sun slowly rising over the horizon. It happened on the days he’d sneak away from his house to find you playing in the dirt, unbothered by the stares of his so-called friends. 

It happened when he’d walk you home after school, insisting it was just on the way when it wasn’t. It happened when you were crying after your father came home drunk again, and Nanami held your hand quietly, letting you cry into his shoulder without a word.

It happened every time he chose you.

And because of that, because he never treated you like you were less than him, because he never made you feel like you didn’t belong — you fell in love with him. Quietly. Deeply. Hopelessly. Truthfully. 

But you never said a word about it. How could you?

You were still just you. You were unimportant, rough around the edges, struggling to keep your life from falling apart. And he was Nanami Kento, brighter than the sun itself. He was polished, brilliant, and destined for a life far better than the one you could ever give him. 

Loving him felt like holding sunlight in your hands. 

It was beautiful, but impossible to keep.

And so you stifled it, you swallowed it down. 

You smiled when he spoke of his future. Of traveling abroad, of making something of himself — and you ignored the ache in your chest. You told yourself it was enough to simply have him in your life, even if you could never have his heart. But deep down, you knew.

One day, he’d leave. 

He’d outgrow this town. 

He’d outgrow you. 

You’d be left where you always were. You would be standing in the shadow of his light, loving him from a distance. You knew that even if he leaves, even if he doesn’t stay. You would love him all the same.

WHEN THAT DAY CAME, YOU HADN’T EXPECTED IT. You were sixteen when Nanami Kento told you he was leaving. He had gotten accepted into a prestigious school overseas. One that would guarantee him a promising future. His parents were thrilled. His friends envied him. 

Everyone around him kept saying to him — You’ll do great things, Nanami. You’re destined for success.

But all you could hear was the sound of your own heart breaking. Yet you didn’t want it to be broken down out loud.  So, you decided to go and smile all about it. It was better this way, you think to yourself. He, after all, deserved better than you.

He found you later that evening, sitting on the rusted swing set in the small park where you two always met. You already knew what he was going to say. You could see it in his eyes — a mixture of excitement and guilt.

“I’m leaving.” he finally said, voice quiet. “I got accepted into a school in Denmark.”

You forced a smile, ignoring the lump in your throat. “That’s… that’s amazing, Kento. Really. I’m happy for you.”

But you weren’t. 

God, you weren’t.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of years, you know.” he tried to reassure you. “I’ll visit during the holidays. And we can write letters—”

“Yeah, I know.” you cut him off, still smiling. “We’ll stay in touch. Like we used to.”

But deep down, you knew better. People like you didn’t get to stay in the lives of people like him. Nanami Kento was destined for bigger and better things, all these things that didn’t include you. And you hated yourself for thinking that way.

So instead of breaking down, instead of begging him to stay, you spent your remaining days together trying to memorize everything about him. The way his blond hair would fall over his forehead when he was deep in thought. 

The sound of his laugh when you said something ridiculous. The warmth of his hand whenever it brushed against yours. You burned it all into your memory, knowing it was the closest you’d ever get to having him. 

And then like the wind, that day came in a sudden push.

You didn’t cry when you said goodbye to him at the train station. 

You didn’t flinch when he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” 

You didn’t break down when you watched the train pull away, carrying him farther and farther from you. But that night, when you were alone in your bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling — you sobbed until your throat was raw. Because you knew.

You knew that he’s not coming back.

Maybe not intentionally, maybe he would write you a few letters, maybe he would visit during the holidays but eventually, the distance would settle in. He’d meet new people, make new friends, build a new life. 

And you? You’d still be here, stuck in the same town, living the same hard life you always had. You didn’t blame him. How could you? He deserved better. Yet you told yourself that you’d get over him. That the ache in your chest would eventually fade. That you’d move on.

But you never did.

The letters came at first. Handwritten, neat, and always signed, Kento. 

He’d tell you about the classes he was taking, the places he was visiting, the new friends he was making. And you’d read every word, trying to picture him in that new world of his — a world you didn’t belong to. You always write back, of course. But your letters were never as exciting. What were you supposed to say? 

Hey, I’m still working two part-time jobs to help my mom make rent. Our fridge broke again last week, but it’s fine. I’ve gotten used to eating once a day. 

No. Instead, you lied. You told him you were doing fine, that life was okay, that you were just happy to hear from him. But as the months went on, the letters became less frequent. And then, eventually, they stopped altogether. And that was it.

Nanami Kento became a part of your past.

He was just another thing you had to let go of.

Yet you think about it now, you should have let go.

You should have let it all be.

IT WAS QUITE A SURPRISE, NOT ONE WHICH YOU HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT. You didn’t know he became an actor. The Nanami Kento standing in front of you now. He was still quite as polished, poised, and impossibly handsome as he was.

And yet, he was a far cry from the boy you used to know. But it was still him, he was all the same. Same deep voice. Same gentle gaze. Same presence that made the world feel a little less heavy.

And yet, there was something else too. A distance. 

Like he didn’t quite belong here anymore.

It was like he had outgrown this town, just as you always knew he would.

“Kento, oh wow….” you managed, trying not to let your voice shake. “I… I didn’t know you were back.”

His smile faltered slightly, like he was trying to keep his composure. “Just for a few days. I had some… time off.”

You didn’t miss the way his caramel eyes swept over you. From your wrinkled convenience store uniform to the worn-out shoes on your feet. It was subtle, but you saw it. And it made your stomach twist in shame.

“How’ve you been?” he asked, carefully. Like he was afraid of the answer.

You forced a small laugh, waving a hand. “You know… same old, same old. Nothing much has changed.”

Lie. Everything had changed. You were still here, yes. You were still in the same town, still in the same life — but it felt different now. Colder. Like the weight of the world had settled heavier on your shoulders after he left. And it didn’t escape Kento’s notice.

You were supposed to be somewhere else. He knew that. Out of everyone he’d ever known, you were the smartest. You were the sharpest, the most capable, the one who always dreamed bigger than the town could ever hold. 

You used to talk about it all the time — the places you wanted to go, the life you wanted to build. You were supposed to go to college. You were supposed to do great things. And yet here you were. Stuck. In this town. Wearing a faded uniform and a name tag, working a dead-end job.

Why? Why are you still here, suffering like this?

“So, uh….” you cleared your throat, forcing a smile. “How’s Denmark? Or… wait. Are you still there?”

“No, no. I don’t live there.” he answered, his voice quieter now. “I, uh… I moved to Tokyo. For work.”

“Work?” you tilted your head.

And that’s when you saw it. The subtle shift in his stance. 

Like he was bracing himself for something.

“...I’m an actor now,” he admitted, almost sheepishly.

You blinked. “Wait — like… on TV?”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. “Film, mostly. I’ve done a few series too.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re kidding.”

He chuckled, though there was no real humor in it. “I’m not. It just… happened, I guess.”

Of course it did, you thought bitterly. Because that’s what people like him did. They left, they made something of themselves, and they became untouchable. Meanwhile, people like you stayed exactly where they were rooted in place, forgotten, ordinary.

“That’s… amazing, Kento. Really.” You smiled, even though it burned your throat. “I’m happy for you.”

But Nanami Kento couldn’t find it in himself to smile back. 

Because all he could think about was how wrong this felt.

You’re supposed to be the one out there, he thought. You were always the brilliant one. You were supposed to leave this town — not me. You were supposed to make something of yourself.

Instead, you were still here in this wretched place. In a store that smelled faintly of stale bread and cleaning supplies. Ringing up snacks for high schoolers who would eventually leave you behind just like everyone else did.

“You’re still working here?” he asked softly, his voice careful.

“Yeah. Been here for a couple of years now.” You shrugged like it was nothing. “Pays the bills.”

His stomach twisted at your words all the sudden. “What about school?” he asked. “You… you were supposed to go to college, right? Didn’t you get accepted somewhere?”

You froze. For a brief moment, the smile cracked on your face. But you stitched it back together quickly. “Ah, yeah… I did. But, you know. Life happens.”

Lie, again, huh?

The truth was that you did get accepted. To a top university in Tokyo, actually. But your mom lost her job the same week you got the acceptance letter. Rent fell behind. Bills piled up. And you did what you always did — you stayed. 

You got a job, dropped out before you even started, and spent the next few years trying to keep your family afloat. You did everything you could to help your family to survive. You abandoned everything to survive. But you didn’t tell Kento that. You couldn’t.

“Anyway, uh….” you deflected, forcing some cheer into your voice, “I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be. Don’t let me keep you.”

But Nanami Kento didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

Because he couldn’t stop staring at you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong this was. The person he loved most in this world, the one who deserved everything was still here, stuck, while he was out there living a dream he never even wanted in the first place.

And he hated it. 

God, he hated it.

“…Have dinner with me, at least.” he blurted out suddenly.

Your head snapped up. “What?”

“Dinner. Tonight.” His voice was steadier now. “I want to catch up.”

You hesitated. “Kento, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His gaze softened. “Please.”

And maybe it was because you were too tired to argue. Or maybe it was because, despite everything, you still loved him. So you gave in. “…Okay. Yeah. Dinner sounds nice.”

And for the first time since he left, Kento felt like he could breathe again.

That night, he picked you up from your small apartment. You tried to dress nicer, but you didn’t have much to work with. It was just a worn-out dress you hadn’t touched in years. When you opened the door and saw him standing there in a tailored coat and polished shoes, you almost told him to forget it.

But Kento only smiled and said, “You look beautiful.”

And God, you hated how much you still loved him.

Dinner was… nostalgic. You talked about old memories, laughed about stupid things you did as kids. But Kento couldn’t stop noticing how guarded you were. How carefully you danced around your life now.

Never mentioning anything too personal, never hinting at how hard things really were. And when the night was over, when he walked you back to your door, he couldn’t help himself.

“…Why did you stay?” he finally asked.

You froze, your hand on the doorknob. “…What?”

“You were supposed to leave this town, you know.” he said, voice cracking slightly. “You were supposed to go to college. Travel. Do everything you always talked about. So… why didn’t you?”

You hesitated. But then you smiled soft and hollow. “Someone had to stay and take care of things.”

And before he could ask what you meant, you gave him one last smile and said. “Goodnight, Kento.”

Then you closed the door. And Kento stood there, staring at the chipped paint on your doorframe, his heart breaking all over again. Because the person he loved most in this world was still stuck in a place she was never meant to stay.

And he didn’t know how to fix it.

NOT A WINK OF SLEEP THAT NIGHT ONCE AGAIN. After you closed the door on Kento, you leaned against it, heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest.

You could still feel the warmth of his gaze, still hear the tenderness in his voice when he said you looked beautiful. It was like he still saw you the way he did when you were kids. Like time and distance hadn’t changed a thing.

But it had.  You weren’t the same girl you used to be. And he wasn’t the same boy who once shared his lunch with you. He was Nanami Kento now, an actor, a star, someone the world adored. And you? You were still here. Working a dead-end job, carrying the weight of your family’s survival on your back, and holding onto the ghost of a love you never confessed.

So why did it feel like he was still yours?

Why did it still hurt like hell to let him go?

On the other side of that door, Kento didn’t move for a long time. He just stood there, still staring at the door you closed between you two and felt his throat tighten with a kind of pain he hadn’t experienced in years. 

Because no matter how much you smiled that night, no matter how light you tried to make your voice sound, he saw it. The exhaustion in your eyes. The tension in your shoulders. The carefully crafted responses designed to keep him from knowing the truth. You were struggling. And it killed him.

Because you were the smartest person he knew. You were supposed to be miles away from this town, pursuing the future you always dreamed of. You were supposed to be untouchable, unstoppable, radiant. But instead… you were here. Tired. Small. Dimming under the weight of a life that never stopped asking more from you.

And Kento couldn’t stand it. The thought of going back to Tokyo, of returning to his world of flashing cameras, scripts, and fame while you were stuck here, surviving day by day, made him physically ill.

I should have taken you with me, he thought bitterly. I never should have left you here.

And that’s when he decided — he wasn’t leaving without you this time.

He didn’t care what it took. He didn’t care if you pushed him away. He didn’t care if you convinced yourself you didn’t belong in his world anymore. He would break down every wall you built around yourself if it meant pulling you out of this life.

Because the truth was he never stopped loving you.

And he’d be damned if he lost you a second time. The next day, you were working your usual shift when the doorbell chimed and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was. You felt it before you even saw him. 

“…Kento.” You swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “What are you doing here?”

He looked painfully out of place in the small convenience store. He was dressed in a dark coat, hair perfectly styled, standing taller and broader than you remembered. It was almost laughable. This man who graced movie screens and magazine covers standing in the middle of your dusty workplace like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Thought I’d stop by today.” he said simply. “I was hoping to see you.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. Don’t do this, Kento.

“I, uh… I’m working on the floor.” you stammered. “Can’t really chat right now.”

“I’ll wait.”

You blinked. “…What?”

“I’ll wait until your shift is over.” he said, completely serious. “Then we’ll grab dinner. My treat.”

“Kento—”

“Don’t say no.” His voice was soft, but firm. “Please.”

And God, you almost did. You almost told him no. You almost told him to leave you alone, that you didn’t want him to see you like this anymore, that you couldn’t handle standing next to him and being reminded of how far apart your lives had become.

But you didn’t. Because deep down, you still craved him.

You craved his voice, his touch, his presence. 

Even if it hurts you just do it all over again.

“…Okay.”

The night air was cold, but his coat was warm. Somewhere between dinner and walking you home, Kento had shrugged off his expensive wool coat and draped it around your shoulders without hesitation. You tried to protest, but he wouldn’t hear it.

“Don’t argue with me about this, please.” he murmured, his hand lingering against your arm a little too long.

It was dangerous being this close to him again. 

But you couldn’t pull away from him.

“So….” you forced lightness into your voice. “What’s it like being famous?”

He scoffed. “Overrated.”

You laughed softly. “Oh, come on. You’re on billboards now. You can’t tell me it’s not a little amazing.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” His voice was distant. “Not if you’re not there to see it.”

Your steps faltered. “…What?”

Kento stopped walking — turning to face you, his expression unreadable. “I thought about you every day.” he confessed, his voice raw. 

“Kento—”

“The entire time I was gone. I kept wondering what you were doing, if you were okay, if you were happy.” His throat bobbed. “And every time I came back home, I hoped I’d see you, but you were always gone. I… I didn’t know if you wanted to see me again.”

You felt your heart crack open. “Kento…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you stayed?” His voice broke slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you never went to college?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—”

“Do you have any idea how brilliant you are?” His voice was trembling now, thick with emotion. “You were always the smartest person in the room. You deserved to get out of here….to have everything you ever dreamed of. And instead… you stayed. You gave it all up. Why?”

Tears burned the back of your eyes. “Because I didn’t have a choice, Kento.”

“Yes, you did.” His voice cracked. “You could have told me. You could have called me. I would’ve—”

“You would’ve what, Kento?” you choked. “Fixed my life for me? Paid my bills? Dragged me to Tokyo and pretended like I belonged in your world?”

His jaw clenched. “You do belong in my world.”

“No, I don’t.” you snapped, tears finally spilling over. “Look at me. I’ve been stuck in the same place since you left. I’m still living paycheck to paycheck. I didn’t finish school. I’ve done nothing with my life. And you—” your voice cracked painfully. “You’ve become everything you were meant to be.”

Silence. Thick. Suffocating.

“I didn’t want any of it.” His voice was barely a whisper.

You froze. “…What?”

Kento swallowed hard. “I didn’t want fame. The career. The spotlight. I didn’t want any of it. The only thing I ever wanted was you—and I thought… I thought if I made something of myself, you’d still be here when I came back.” His voice cracked. “But you weren’t. And I hated myself for leaving you behind.”

Your knees almost buckled.

“And now that I’m here, with you.” his voice broke. "I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

Tears poured freely down your face. “Kento, don’t—”

“Come with me.” He took a step closer, his hands trembling as they cradled your face. “Come to Tokyo. Stay with me. I’ll pay for your school, I’ll—”

“No!” you sobbed, pulling away. “I’m not your responsibility, Kento—”

“You’re not a responsibility, nor a liability.” his voice cracked. “You’re the love of my life.”

Your heart shattered. And before you could protest again, his mouth was on yours. Desperate, burning, like he was trying to make up for every single day he spent without you. His hands cradled your face, his kiss messy and filled with heartbreak. When he finally pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Please.” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Let me take you away from here. Let me love you the way I always should have.”

For the first time in years, you let yourself sob in his arms.

Because despite everything, you loved him more than anything in this world.

Despite the distance, the pain, and the time lost, you never stopped loving him either.

And maybe… just maybe… he could still save you.

YOU COULD REMEMBER THE WAY IT RAINED WHEN YOU GOT MARRIED. Not a heavy storm — just a soft, steady drizzle, as if the sky itself was quietly weeping with joy. You stood in a small, intimate venue with that beautiful smile on your face.

Both of you of you surrounded by only a few close friends and family, wearing the simplest white dress you could afford because despite Kento’s insistence that he’d buy you the most extravagant gown in Tokyo, you refused.

“I don’t need anything fancy, you know.” you told him. “I just need you.”

And so there you stood with your fingers trembling, heart racing as Kento watched you walk down the aisle like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. His jaw was tight, his caramel eyes glassy with unshed tears, like he still couldn’t believe this was real. Like he couldn’t believe, after all those years apart, you were finally becoming his wife.

When you finally reached him, his hand grasped yours like a lifeline. 

His thumb trembled as it brushed against your skin, and when he whispered, “You’re beautiful.” his voice cracked.

And when the officiant asked if he took you as his wife, Kento didn’t hesitate one bit as he looked at you with the warmest gazes. “I do.” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I always have.”

Kento never let you go after that.

You moved into his apartment in Tokyo. It was a spacious, light-filled place with floor-to-ceiling windows and a breathtaking view of the city. It was bigger than anything you’d ever lived in, and it almost made you uncomfortable at first.

But Kento never let you feel like you didn’t belong.

“This is our home now, hm?” he told you softly one night as you stood by the window, still struggling to wrap your head around it all. “Not just mine. Ours.”

And you believed him. Because every time he came home from a shoot, tired, disheveled, and smelling like expensive cologne — the first thing he did was find you. 

\Whether you were in the kitchen, the bedroom, or curled up in the living room studying, he always sought you out, kissing you like it was the first time every time.

“My wife.” he’d murmur against your lips, as if the words themselves tasted sweet. “My beautiful wife.”

And every time, your heart would ache with disbelief. Because this was real. You were really married to him. You really woke up to him every morning. His arm draped around your waist, his face buried in your neck and he really loved you like you were the most precious thing in the world. But Kento wasn’t done giving you the life you deserved.

“Tokyo University.” he said one night, casually, like it wasn’t the single most outrageous thing you’d ever heard.

You froze mid-bite. “…What?”

“I want you to apply, like you did a long time ago.” he said simply, sitting across from you at the dinner table. “You always wanted to study chemistry. Now’s your chance.”

Your throat tightened. “Kento… I can’t. I haven’t been in school for years. I can’t just—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice was firm but gentle. “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever known. Don’t tell me you can’t do it.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “But the tuition—”

“I’ll pay for it.”

Your head snapped up. “Kento, no—”

“Yes.” His gaze was unwavering. “I’ll pay for every single yen. I’ll cover your tuition, your textbooks, your lab fees. Everything. You won’t have to worry about anything.” His voice softened. “Please. Let me do this for you.”

Tears burned your eyes. “I don’t want to feel like a burden to you, Kento.”

“You’re not a burden, never will be.” he said fiercely, already pushing his chair back so he could kneel in front of you. His large hands cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “You’re my wife. Everything I have is yours. My money, my time, my life. It’s all yours. And if it means giving you the future you always dreamed of, then I’ll do it a thousand times over.”

And with that, you broke down. You sobbed into his chest, clutching him like your life depended on it, because you realized Kento meant it. Every word. Every promise. He was going to build you a life so beautiful, so far removed from the pain you endured, that you’d never have to feel unworthy again.

So the next day, you applied. And Kento wrote the check without blinking an eye. 

You could still remember months later, the day you got accepted into Tokyo University, you burst into tears. You were in the kitchen when the letter arrived, your hands trembling as you tore it open and the second you saw “Congratulations, you’ve been accepted!”

You collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

“Kento, Kento!” you choked, clutching the letter like it was your lifeline. “I got in! Oh god…. I got in!”

Kento was on you in seconds, kneeling beside you, his face crumpling with pride. “I told you. I told you, baby!” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I told you you could do it.”

And that night, he took you out to dinner, something extravagant, something you never would have been able to afford on your own. When the waiter congratulated you, Kento beamed like he was the one who got accepted.

“Her, it was her who got in.” he told the waiter proudly. “That’s my wife. She’s going to Tokyo University for chemistry. Smartest woman I’ve ever met.”

And when you glanced at him, with those eyes glassy, heart full, you realized he wasn’t just proud. He was in awe of you. Like he always had been. 

And for a while, it was perfect.

Life slipped into something sweet and steady. You were a university student again, just like you’d always dreamed. You spent your days attending lectures, taking meticulous notes, and spending long afternoons in the library surrounded by textbooks and the faint smell of old paper. You were learning again. Living again. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you.

And Kento? God, he was your biggest cheerleader.

Every morning before you left for class, he kissed you on the forehead and said, “Knock ‘em dead, love.” 

Every night when you came home, exhausted but fulfilled, he had dinner ready and waiting. When you showed him your test scores, perfect marks, one after another. Your husband would beam with pride like he was the one who’d aced the exam. 

When you complained about a difficult professor or a tedious lab experiment, he’d listen intently, rubbing circles into your back, and say, “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”

And every night, when you fell asleep beside him, you felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. But then —slowly, quietly— the loneliness crept in. Because Kento wasn’t home most of the time.

At first, you didn’t notice. You were busy, after all. You were drowning in lab reports, study sessions, and back-to-back classes. But then you started realizing how quiet the apartment felt when you got home. You’d unlock the door, expecting to hear the hum of the television or Kento’s soft humming in the kitchen but it was always silent. Always empty.

You told yourself it was fine. That was just how it was going to be sometimes. Your Kento was working hard, just like you were. It was only temporary. But weeks passed. Then months. And Kento started coming home later and later.

At first, it was 8 PM. Then 9. Then 10. And soon, there were nights where he didn’t come home at all, just a brief, apologetic text. “Late meeting. Don’t wait for me. Love you.”

And you tried to be understanding. You tried. After all, Kento was the one supporting you. He was paying your tuition, your textbooks, your transportation — everything. He was shouldering the entire financial weight of your dream without a single complaint. The least you could do was be patient.

But good god, it was so lonely.

You’d eat dinner alone most nights, your plate growing cold as you stared at the empty seat across from you. You’d do your assignments at the kitchen table, hoping to hear the jingle of his keys at the door  but it never came. You started sleeping alone more often than not, his side of the bed cold and untouched.

And worst of all you missed him.

You missed Kento. You missed the man who used to laugh with you until your stomach hurt. 

The man who used to kiss you breathless in the middle of the kitchen just because he could. 

The man who used to touch your belly every night and whisper. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.” 

The man who promised you. “I’ll always put you first.”

But now? You were starting to feel like you’d lost him. And then came the night that broke you.

It was well past midnight, and you were curled up on the couch, your textbooks sprawled around you. You told yourself you wouldn’t wait up for him, but you did. You always did. Hours passed, and still — no sign of him. Finally, at 1:27 AM, you heard the door unlock.

“Kento?” you called, your voice cracking.

He didn’t answer right away. When he finally stepped into the living room, his tie was loose, his shirt wrinkled, and the exhaustion in his eyes was so deep it made your chest ache.

“Hey.” he murmured, already walking past you toward the bedroom.

And something in you snapped.

“Seriously?” you blurted. “That’s all you have to say?”

Kento froze, his hand still on the doorframe. “…What?”

You stood, your heart pounding. “You’ve been gone all day again. And you just walk in like I don’t even exist?”

He turned to you, confused. “I—I’m sorry. Work ran late—”

“It always runs late, Kento!” your voice cracked, hot tears stinging your eyes. “Every night, I sit here alone. I eat alone. I sleep alone. Do you even realize how lonely it is to come home to an empty apartment every single day?”

Pain flickered across his face. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m doing this for you, love. I’m working so you can go to school—”

“I never asked you to do that!” you shouted, and the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

Kento blinked, stunned. “…What?”

Your chest heaved. “I never asked you to throw your entire life away for me, Kento! I never asked you to quit your project, or work insane hours, or pay for everything. You just did it. And now it’s like I don’t even have a husband anymore. I just have this… ghost who comes home at 2 AM and leaves before I wake up!”

Silence. Thick. Suffocating.

Kento’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. “…You think I want this?”

You froze. “…What?”

“You think I like working sixteen-hour days?” his voice cracked, raw and strained. “You think I enjoy being away from you? Missing dinner, missing sleep, missing everything…..you think any of this is what I wanted?”

Your throat tightened. “Kento—”

“I did it for you, you know that.” he said bitterly. “I did it so you wouldn’t have to worry about money. I did it so you could chase your dream without worrying about bills or tuition. I did it because I thought it would make you happy.” His voice cracked. “But you’re not, are you?”

Tears blurred your vision. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” he laughed hollowly, running a hand down his face. “I work until I can’t see straight just to keep everything together and you still think I’m not doing enough.”

“That’s not true at all!”

“Then what do you want from me, love?” his voice finally broke, desperate and shattered. “Tell me. Please. What do you want?”

And the answer was so painfully simple, it tore you apart.

I just want you.

But you couldn’t say it. Because how could you ask that of him when he’d already given you everything? When he was breaking his back just to keep you afloat? When he’d already sacrificed his career, his sleep, his time, his life for you?

So instead, you just cried and cried.

And for the first time in your marriage, Kento didn’t comfort you.

He just turned away, defeated, and said, “I’m going to bed.”

And you realized somewhere along the way, you and Kento had become strangers for the first time.

And it hurts like hell to live with that thought.

But of course, it wouldn’t be the last time.

THINGS DID NOT GET BETTER.  If anything, they got worse. You were pregnant. And everything was hurting. It was a different kind of pain now, not just the crushing weight of your depression, but something more physical, more suffocating. 

Your body aches constantly. Your back screamed from the weight of your growing belly. Your feet were perpetually swollen. Your nights were restless, spent tossing and turning as the baby kicked relentlessly inside you, reminding you always reminding you — that there was no way out of this life you didn’t want. And it was killing you.

You thought hitting rock bottom would come with some kind of clarity. Like one day, you’d cry hard enough or sleep long enough or starve yourself numb enough that your body would finally break through the darkness. You thought there would be some moment, some visceral breaking point that would force you to finally start healing.

But it never came.

Instead, you just… sank.

Deeper and deeper, like trying to breathe underwater with lungs already half-filled. Every day you woke up was a fresh kind of misery. You couldn’t get out of bed without feeling like your bones were made of lead. 

You couldn’t stomach food without wanting to throw it all up later. You couldn’t look in the mirror without despising the reflection. You see a bloated, pale, hollowed out, a shell of the woman you used to be.

And the baby never stopped kicking.

You hated it.

God, you hated it.

You hated the way it never let you sleep. You hated the way your body no longer felt like yours. You hated the constant, suffocating reminder that soon, almost all too soon, you would be responsible for a life you never asked for. A life you were already failing before it even arrived.

But the worst part?

You hated yourself for hating it.

Because what kind of mother resented her own baby before it was even born? What kind of woman laid in bed, day after day, clutching her belly and wishing god, please just make this stop  instead of feeling love? What kind of wife watched her husband sacrifice everything for her and still felt nothing but numb, bitter emptiness?

And Kento.

God, Kento.

You couldn’t even look at him anymore without feeling like the most wretched person alive. He was still trying — still holding everything together, still waking up every morning and kissing your forehead, still whispering, “I love you. I’m here.” 

But you could see it now — the slow, painful unraveling of the man you loved. The exhaustion in his eyes, no longer just from work but from you. The hesitation in his touch, like he was afraid you’d pull away — and sometimes, you did.

The way his voice cracked when he said, “How are you feeling today, love?” and your answer was always “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t fine.

And Kento knew it.

You could see it every night when he crawled into bed beside you and held you close. The way his hand cradles your stomach, his thumb tracing soft circles over your skin. You could feel it in the way his touch, once so warm and electric, now felt like a desperate attempt to keep you here. Like if he let go for even a second, you’d slip through his fingers entirely.

And you hated that too.

Because you knew you were killing him. Slowly. Quietly. Without even trying. You could see it in his slumped shoulders, in the way his voice grew quieter, in the way he looked at you like he was losing you and didn’t know how to stop it.

And you wanted to scream — Stop loving me. Stop trying to save me. I’m already gone.

But you didn’t.

Because how could you say that to the man who dropped his entire career for you? The man who worked twenty-hour days just to pay for your tuition, your food, your life? The man who still kissed you goodbye every morning and told you, “I love you, always.”

So you did the only thing you could.

You kept shrinking.

You stopped eating. Barely touched your dinner when Kento brought it to you. The smell made you nauseous anyway, and even when it didn’t, you could barely stomach the idea of keeping yourself alive, let alone another human growing inside you.

You stopped leaving the house. Your classes had already been dropped; you told Kento it was temporary, just until you felt better. But deep down, you knew you weren’t going back. Tokyo University had suddenly become a distant dream once again, like a life that belonged to someone else entirely. And you were too far gone now to reach for it again.

You stopped responding to your friends. They texted you constantly, trying to check on you. You know they mean well. You know they just want to be there for you. And that they were excited. But you were having a hard time accepting their well wishes.

“How’s the baby? How’s school? We miss you!” 

But the thought of replying made your stomach churn. What were you supposed to say, that wouldn’t come out as a horrible thing? 

“I’m miserable. I don’t want this baby. I don’t want this life.” 

Would have that gotten you some mercy?

So you ignored them. Deleted their messages. Let your phone die and don't bother charging it. And then you stopped talking to Kento. Not entirely. But enough.

Later on, Kento halted the work on his upcoming project the day after you broke down. No warning. No hesitation. One phone call to his manager, another to his agency, and it was done. His voice was steady, almost unnervingly calm when he said: “I’m taking a break for now. My wife needs me.” 

And that was it. He dropped it all like it meant nothing. A project he had poured months of his life into, had gone in seconds. You tried to protest when you found out, but he wouldn’t hear it. His mind was made up before you could even form the words —“Don’t do this for me.”

And then he stayed.

Every single day, he stayed. Morning turned to night, and there he was. Bringing you water when you couldn’t stomach food. Sitting on the edge of the bed while you stared blankly at the ceiling. Holding you through the nights when your body trembled from crying, or worse, the nights when you didn’t cry at all, just lay there like a ghost in your own skin.

He was patient. Devoted. Unwavering.

But it didn’t fix anything.

Because the damage was already done.

You could feel it in the way his touch, once so warm and electric, now felt like a desperate attempt to tether you to the earth. In the way his voice,  soft, pleading, loving had seemed to echo against the walls of your hollowed-out chest, never quite reaching you. 

In this way you could still feel the crushing weight of your own failure suffocating you, no matter how many times he whispered “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

And the worst part?

You wanted him to leave.

Because it hurt too much to see him like this. Abandoning his career, his life, his future, for someone who couldn’t even muster the strength to get out of bed. You resented the way he sacrificed everything for you. 

You hated how the look in his eyes shifted from affection to concern, from admiration to pity. You despised yourself for being the reason his world was crumbling alongside yours. And deep down, you knew. Kento could stay forever, and it still wouldn’t fix what was already broken.

And after that, you stopped going to school.

At first, you told Kento it was temporary,  just a leave of absence until you felt better. But weeks turned into months, and soon your professors were emailing you: “If you do not return, you will have to re-enroll next semester.”

You didn’t respond.

Because the truth was, you didn’t care anymore.

Your stomach was huge now. You could barely walk up the stairs without losing your breath. Your back ached. Your feet were swollen. You couldn’t sleep through the night because the baby was always kicking, and every morning you woke up with the same suffocating thought.

"I don’t want this life."

And the guilt ate you alive.

Because you loved Kento. You loved your baby. But you hated your life. You hated what it had become. You hated the fact that you were no longer a student at Tokyo University. You were just a pregnant woman, a pregnant housewife. You hated the fact that you no longer had a future — you just had motherhood. You just had this house, his status as a wife.

And Kento saw it. He saw how you’d spend hours just sitting in the nursery, staring at the crib with dead eyes. He saw how you stopped studying, stopped watching TV, stopped doing anything. It was like you were fading away.

And it killed him.

You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged a little more each day, as if the weight of watching you deteriorate was slowly crushing him. In the way he tried to hide the bags under his eyes from sleepless nights spent worrying about you. 

In this way his voice would crack, just barely, when he’d sit next to you and say, “Talk to me, love. Please.”

But you had nothing to say. What were you supposed to tell him? That you hated the life you were about to bring into the world? That you regretted everything — the pregnancy, the wedding, the choices that led you here? That sometimes, when you laid in bed at night, you imagined what it would be like if you just… didn’t wake up?

So you said nothing. Nothing at all.

And Kento tried to be strong for both of you. God, he tried.

He started cooking your favorite meals, hoping that if he made something delicious enough, you’d actually eat. He read parenting books late into the night, convinced that if he just learned enough, he could do this whole thing for the both of you, carry the weight, make up for the pieces of you that were falling apart. He took you on walks when he could get you out of bed, holding your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to hope.

But it was never enough.

It was never going to be enough.

Because the truth was — you weren’t just sad. 

You were grieving everything that had come to pass.

You were grieving the life you lost, the person you used to be. You were grieving the dreams you once held so fiercely. Finishing university, traveling, building a career as a chemist on the international level. All of it now reduced to a hazy memory of a different girl. A girl you didn’t even recognize anymore. A girl you resented for being so foolish, for thinking she could have it all.

And you were grieving the love between you and Kento — or rather, the version of it that existed before the pregnancy. Before everything became tainted by your guilt, your depression, your ever-growing resentment for the life you didn’t want.

You knew that Kento saw it too.

He saw how you flinched when he touched your stomach,  not out of pain, but because it reminded you of what you were trapped in. He saw how your kisses grew colder, how you turned your head when he tried to kiss you goodnight. He saw how you stopped saying your i love yous first — how sometimes, you didn’t say it at all.

And still, he stayed by your side. But it was breaking him whole. 

You could hear it in the way his voice cracked one night when he thought you were asleep.

He sat beside you in bed, his hand resting gently on your belly, and you heard him whisper back to you. “I don’t know how to fix this.” His voice trembled. “I don’t know how to help you.”

And that was when you realized — you weren’t the only one grieving. Kento was grieving too. He was grieving the wife he used to know. The one who laughed too loud at his jokes, who kissed him in the morning just because, who fell asleep on the couch with a textbook still in her lap. 

He was grieving the life you both dreamed of late nights studying, early mornings rushing to class, careers that would take you far. He was grieving the love that used to be effortless, the kind that didn’t require whispered prayers in the middle of the night, hoping that tomorrow would hurt less than today.

And the worst part?

You were the one who did this to him.

At least that’s how you saw it all now.

You were the one who dragged him down into this suffocating darkness with you. You were the one who made him abandon his project, his career, his life. All for a woman who could barely look at herself in the mirror without breaking. 

And every day he stayed, every day he kissed your forehead and said “I’m here”, you hated yourself a little more.

You hated yourself so much that you started to wonder if maybe — just maybe — Kento would be better off without you.

And that thought never really left.

Even when he painted the nursery walls soft yellow and smiled like he wasn’t dying inside.

Even when he held your hand in the middle of the night and promised, “We’ll get through this. I swear we will.”

Even when he looked at you with a love so devastatingly pure, it only made you ache more.

Because you couldn’t shake the feeling. That Kento deserved a better wife. And your baby deserved a better mother. And you? You didn’t deserve them at all. Around your seventh month, you completely broke.

Kento found you in the bathroom at 3 AM all alone as you were sitting in the empty bathtub, knees pulled to your chest, sobbing silently. You looked miserable with your hair disheveled and your face contorted into this look, full of grief and suffering.

“Baby?” His voice cracked. “Oh my god, baby, what’s wrong?”

And you just shook your head. “I hate this so much.” you gasped through your tears. “I hate my life. I hate my body. I hate everything. I don’t want to do this anymore, Kento. I can’t…..I can’t breathe.”

And Kento completely fell apart at the sight of your tears, falling over and over again.  “Baby, no— no, no, no.” he dropped to his knees beside the tub, his hands shaking. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. I’m here now. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it better, so—”

“You can’t!” you screamed, your voice raw and cracked. “You can’t fix this, Kento! I’m already ruined! My life is already ruined!”

And Kento? Kento completely broke. Because he realized you weren’t talking about the pregnancy. You were talking about yourself. And you were gone. All there was left now was the shell, that shell he didn’t recognize.

“I should’ve never gotten pregnant, Kento.” you sobbed, your body shaking. “I should’ve never gotten married. I should’ve stayed in school. I should’ve never left the countryside. I should’ve……I should’ve never let this happen.”

And Kento completely lost it. “Don’t say that.” he begged, his voice cracking. 

He climbed into the bathtub with you, fully clothed, and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t say that, baby, please— please don’t say that. You’re not ruined. I swear to god, I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything. Just don’t give up on me. Please don’t give up on me.”

And you just sobbed.

Because deep down, you already had.

You were right to feel that way.

It was only a matter of time when the labor came early.

You had never expected it — not this soon, not like this.

It was just around thirty-five weeks then. The baby wasn’t supposed to come yet. You still had time. Weeks. You weren’t ready. Your hospital bag wasn’t packed. The nursery still smelled like fresh paint. You hadn’t even washed the baby’s clothes yet. You weren’t supposed to go into labor yet.

But the universe didn’t care.

Your water broke in the middle of the night — and you knew instantly that something was wrong. The pain hit fast and hard, unlike anything you’d ever felt. Sharp, blinding contractions ripped through your abdomen, so intense that it stole the breath from your lungs. 

You barely managed to shake Kento awake, your voice cracked and choked, “Kento — my water……it broke—”

And the moment he saw the panic in your eyes, he moved. Kento didn’t even ask questions. He sprang out of bed, grabbing his phone with one hand and you with the other, already calling for an ambulance. 

His voice was low, controlled, but you could hear the terror behind it. “Yes, my wife is thirty-five weeks pregnant. Her water just broke — she’s in pain — please send someone—”

But the contractions were coming too fast. One after the other, barely a minute in between, and by the time Kento helped you into the back of the ambulance, you knew. The baby was coming now. And the baby would have no mercy on you.

“No, no, no!” you sobbed, clutching your belly as another contraction ripped through you, your body already beginning to push despite your desperate attempts to stop it. “It’s too soon — it’s too soon—”

Kento was right there beside you, his hand in yours, his voice cracked and desperate. “You’re okay, love. You’re gonna be okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you.”

But you didn’t feel okay. You felt like you were dying. And by the time you reached the hospital, you were already fully dilated. The doctors barely had time to wheel you into labor and delivery before you were screaming through another contraction, your body forcing you to push despite your terror.

And Kento was there. The entire time — he was there. His hand never left yours, his voice never stopped murmuring reassurances in your ear. “You can do this, love. I know you can. Just a little longer. Just hold on for me.”

But you couldn’t.

Because something was wrong.

You could feel it in your bones. In the way your body fought itself with every push, in the way your vision kept blurring, in the way you couldn’t seem to catch your breath no matter how hard you tried. And then, in the middle of a push — you felt it.

A sudden, hot gush between your legs. But it wasn’t amniotic fluid this time. It was warm. And sticky. And you didn’t have to look down to know. You were bleeding. A lot. You could feel how it echoes down, heavy and brutish.

“Kento—” your voice cracked, raw with pain. “Something’s— something’s wrong—”

And then you heard it.

The doctor’s voice, sharp and urgent. 

“She’s hemorrhaging. We’re losing her.”

And that’s when Kento lost his fucking mind.

“What?” His voice snapped, pure, raw panic flooding his face. His grip on your hand tightened like a vice. “What do you mean you’re losing her?!”

“Her blood pressure is dropping! Massive uterine hemorrhage. Doctor,  she’s losing too much blood—”

“No — no, no, no—” Kento stumbled forward, his voice cracking as his hands shook. “Do something! Save her! Save them both!”

“We need to get the baby out now or we’re going to lose them both, Mr. Nanami!”

And suddenly it was chaos. Nurses shouting. Machines beeping. Someone calling for blood transfusions. And you — fading. You could feel it. Your body was giving out, your vision was growing dim, and the only thing you could focus on was Kento.

“Kento.” you rasped, your voice so faint, so weak. Your body felt like it was drifting. “I—I love you—”

“No!” Kento screamed. He screamed like something inside him was tearing apart. His hands clawed at the hospital bed, his body lunging toward you as the doctors tried to pull him away. “No, stay with me! Stay with me, love! Don’t you fucking do this—Don’t you dare leave me!”

But you were already slipping.

The last thing you heard was his voice, raw and broken.

“I can’t do this without you. Please! Please don’t leave me. Please—”

And then, darkness.

HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Nanami Kento couldn’t do anything but collapse in the hallway. The moment they pulled him out of the delivery room. The moment the words the doctor said, all of that rang in his ears like a death sentence. He was sure that something inside him snapped.

And when the door slammed shut behind him, separating him from you, Kento’s knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands splayed out against the cold tile, chest heaving, throat raw from screaming. He didn’t even realize he was still screaming until two nurses rushed toward him, trying to pull him up, trying to calm him down, but it was useless.

Because he could still hear it. The frantic shouts of the doctors. The horrifying words “Massive hemorrhage. We’re losing her.” The sound of your screams cutting off too abruptly. And worst of all — the unbearable silence that followed.

“No—” Kento howled, his voice breaking like glass. His hands clawed at his hair, his entire body wracked with violent, gut-wrenching sobs. “No, no, no— I killed her. I fucking killed her—”

“Sir, Mr. Nanami.” one of the nurses knelt beside him, reaching out. “You have to breathe, you’re hyperventilating—”

But Kento didn’t hear her.

He couldn’t hear anything.

He didn’t care to hear whatever that was.

All he could think about, all he could see was you. Your face twisted in pain. The absolute terror in your eyes when you realized something was wrong. The way you sobbed I don’t want this, Kento, I’m not ready. And he did this. He did this to you.

His body convulsed with the force of his grief, his head slamming against the tile as his sobs tore from his chest like a wounded animal. “I killed her. I killed her. I made her hate her life and now she’s gone. She’s gone—”

“Sir—” The nurse was trying to hold him down now, his entire body thrashing against the floor as he screamed. “Sir, please, you’re going to hurt yourself—”

“LET ME GO!” Kento roared, his voice so raw it barely sounded human. “She’s dying in there. Do you understand me?! She’s fucking dying in there and I……”

Another contraction of sobs wracked his chest, and his fists slammed into the floor so hard that his knuckles split. Blood smeared against the tile, but he didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.

“I made her hate her life.” his voice cracked, his chest seizing with suffocating grief. His hands curled into his hair again, yanking hard as if trying to punish himself. “I did this to her. I made her want to die. And now she’s gone and I’m still here. ”

“Stop, please.” the nurse’s voice broke, her own eyes glassy as she tried to steady him. “She’s not gone. They’re trying to save her in there, with the baby.”

“No.” Kento’s head snapped up, his face twisted in a horrifying mix of rage and agony. His eyes were bloodshot, glassy, utterly devastated. “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it.” His voice cracked so sharply it sounded like it physically hurt him to speak.

“She wanted to die, to be free of that misery. Don’t you see?” he choked. “She hated her life. And it’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault—”

And then his body gave out.

His chest collapsed onto the cold tile floor, his forehead pressed into it as his entire body shook. Choked, gasping sobs clawed from his throat, so violent that he could barely breathe. His lungs were burning, his vision was spinning, and he was sure, so fucking sure, that this was it. That they were going to come out and tell him you were dead.

And it was his fault. 

All of it was his fault.

Because he saw it. 

He saw it every single day. The way you sat in the nursery with dead eyes. The way you stopped smiling. The way you couldn’t even say I’m excited without your voice cracking. The way your love for him was slowly being choked out by the sheer weight of your depression.

And he didn’t stop any of it. Instead, he told you to keep going. He told you to hold on. He let you suffer in silence because he thought that’s what you needed but you didn’t. You needed help. You needed saving. And instead, he trapped you in a life you never wanted.

And now you are dying.

All because of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Kento sobbed, his forehead slamming against the tile again, his blood smearing across the floor. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please….please, I’ll do anything. Just let her live. Please.”

And that was the first time in his life that Kento Nanami prayed. He prayed like a man possessed. Like a man who had nothing left to lose. His bloody fists clawed at the tile, his nails cracking against it as he begged.

“Take me,please.” he sobbed, his voice mutilated from screaming. “Please….just take me instead. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. Just…. Please don’t take her. Don’t take my wife. Don’t take my baby. I’ll do anything.”

But the silence stretched on.

And he was certain that you were already gone.

Hours continued to make mockery of him.

Agonizing, torturous hours passed — and Kento was still on the floor.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe right. Didn’t think. His body was stuck in that same position. Still face down, forehead pressed against the cold tile, hands trembling as he clenched them into bloody fists. His chest was heaving in short, sharp gasps, his entire body quaking as he sobbed.

He was certain you were dead. He felt it. He felt the moment your soul left the room. He felt the moment the light in his life snapped off like a switch. 

He was convinced that at any second, the doctor was going to come out, look him in the eyes, and say, “I’m sorry, Mr. Nanami. We couldn’t save her.”

And he would never forgive himself.

Because he killed you.

His fault. His fault. His fucking fault.

He was still gasping, still clawing at the ground, still praying like a desperate man when he finally heard the door open. Kento’s head snapped up. His bloodshot, swollen eyes immediately locked onto the doctor walking toward him, his scrubs covered in blood — your blood — and Kento’s entire body seized.

“Mr. Nanami—”

“Where is she?” Kento screamed. His voice cracked, broke, his entire body lunging toward the doctor like a caged animal. His hands fisted the man’s scrubs, yanking him forward. “Is my wife alive? Tell me, damn it? Is she alive?”

The doctor barely had a chance to respond before Kento screamed again. “Tell me you saved her, goddamn you!”

And the doctor’s mouth opened — and Kento swore the entire universe stopped spinning when he finally said,  “…She’s alive.”

Kento’s entire body collapsed. His legs gave out. His grip on the doctor’s scrubs slipped. And then he didn’t realize that he had hit the floor. A gasping, broken sob ripped from his throat. The kind of sob that came from a man who was seconds away from losing everything and his entire body convulsed as he wept.

“Oh my god…..” Kento choked, his hands flying to his face, clawing at his own skin like he was trying to ground himself. “Oh my god. She’s alive. She’s alive!”

“Her condition is critical, Mr. Nanami.” the doctor warned, his voice low but steady. “We had to perform an emergency c-section and a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. She lost over forty percent of her blood volume. We had to resuscitate her twice on the table—”

“Resuscitate?” he gasped, his vision swimming. His stomach lurched. “You mean she….she died?”

“Clinically, yes. Twice.” The doctor’s face softened with pity. “But we got her back. She’s stable now — unconscious, but alive.”

And that was all Kento needed to hear.

He ran. He didn’t even think. His legs moved before his brain could catch up, his entire body sprinting down the hall, his bloody knuckles slamming into every door he passed until he finally found your room.

The second he stepped inside, he broke.

Because there you were.

Unconscious.

Your body was completely limp, hooked up to a ventilator, your skin so pale it looked blue. Tubes were coming out of everywhere. From your arm, your nose, your mouth and there were fresh surgical dressings covering your abdomen where they had cut you open to get the baby out.

Kento couldn’t breathe. A strangled, animalistic sound tore from his throat like something between a sob and a scream and then he collapsed beside your bed. His hand shot out, desperately clutching yours, his entire body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs as he shook.

“I’m so sorry…..oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Kento’s voice shattered, his head dropping onto your hand as his body convulsed. His chest was heaving so violently that he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “I did this. I did this to you and I….”

He couldn’t stop sobbing. His forehead pressed against your limp hand, his body rocking as he cried like a child. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry….” he choked. “I made you hate your life and I trapped you. I killed you…. oh my god, I killed you….”

And the guilt hit him like a sledgehammer. 

Because it was true. All of it.

He saw the way you suffered. The way you faded every single day. The way you stopped smiling. The way you stopped living. And instead of saving you, he kept telling you to hold on. Just a little longer, love. We’re almost there. Just a little longer.

But you weren’t okay. And Kento didn’t listen. And now you were lying there. Pale, lifeless, barely hanging on. All because of him. And the weight of it crushed him whole. He felt like Atlas carrying the world on his shoulders.

And then finally, you woke up.

“…Kento?” your voice cracked.

“Baby.” he sobbed, grabbing your face, pressing desperate kisses all over your skin. “Oh my baby…..you’re awake. You’re awake. I thought I lost you. I thought….”

“…Where’s the baby?”

And Kento completely broke. “The baby’s fine, don’t worry.” he choked. “She’s perfect. She’s beautiful. But you….you scared the shit out of me, baby. Please don’t ever do that again.”

And when they finally brought your baby girl in and you held her for the first time — you did something you didn’t expect. You cried. And then you sobbed. Because for the first time in nine months — you finally felt something coherent. Something good.

“…She’s beautiful.” you gasped. “I didn’t think I’d love her. But I do. I love her so much.”

Kento just collapsed against your hospital bed, sobbing. “I knew you would. I knew you would.”

But things are like the weather.

They were bound to change.

You should have known.

THE FIRST MONTH WAS HARD, BUT AS TIME WENT ON, IT GOT WORSE. You came home from the hospital physically intact but mentally, you were gone. You still didn’t go back to school. You didn’t touch your textbooks. You didn’t even mention chemistry. The once-brilliant student who dreamed of working in a lab was now just… a mother. And you hated it.

Every single day felt like a fog. You were exhausted but it wasn’t the baby’s fault. You knew that much. It was you that was malfunctioning. You didn’t know how to connect with her. Every time she cried, you felt nothing.

Every time she smiled, you felt nothing. Every time Kento handed her to you and said something to praise your beautiful daughter, you didn’t know how to react. You just nodded and let it go.  And Kento noticed. God, he noticed.

Kento stayed home for a month. He refused to leave your side. He didn’t take calls, he didn’t attend meetings. He just stayed home. But his contract required him to go back to work eventually. And you… you told him to go.

“Go, you have to.” you whispered, your voice dead. “You have to work, Kento. We have bills. You already missed so much.”

But Kento didn’t want to.

“Baby— no. I don’t give a shit about work. I’m not leaving you like this.”

And you forced a smile. “I’m fine, Kento.”

But you weren’t.

You weren’t.

And Kento knew it.

But eventually, he had to go. He had no choice. His manager was calling nonstop. His agency was threatening breach of contract. He had a new film that needed him and Kento was the lead role. So he left. And the guilt burned a hole in his chest.

The first day he was back on set, he couldn’t focus. His co-stars were talking to him, the director was giving him instructions but all he could think about was you. Home. Alone. With a baby you didn’t love. Kento hated himself. 

He was filming a scene when his phone buzzed in his pocket — and when he saw your name pop up, he immediately froze. 

“CUT!” the director barked. “Kento, you okay?”

“…Yeah, director.” he croaked. “I just— I need five minutes.”

And then he ran.

He ran behind the trailer, shaking, and picked up the phone. “Baby?” he gasped, panic echoing in his voice. “What’s wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?”

Silence. “…I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

And Kento’s heart completely shattered.

“Baby…..” his voice cracked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…..” you gasped, voice shaking. “I mean I can’t do this. I can’t be a mom. I don’t love her, Kento. I don’t—I don’t feel anything for her. I just feel empty. And I know she deserves better. I know you deserve better. I think….I….I just….”

Your voice cracked. “I think I ruined my life.”

Kento collapsed. “No, baby. No. Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” He was crying now, gasping into the phone. “You didn’t ruin your life. You didn’t. I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll come home right now—”

“No, you won’t.”

Kento completely broke. “Baby, please.”

“No, Kento. You have to work. We need the money. We need—”

“I don’t care about the fucking money!” Kento sobbed, clutching his hair. “I care about you! I care about our family! Please don’t give up on me, baby. Please don’t give up on her.”

But you just hung up.

Kento completely lost it.

He didn’t go back on set. He stayed behind the trailer, sobbing into his hands, shaking, thinking: “I ruined her life. I did this to her. She was supposed to be in college — not stuck at home with a baby.”

And that thought ate him alive. The next few weeks were worse. Kento was dying. Not physically but mentally, emotionally and spiritually, he was. Every single day he walked onto set, it felt like he was leaving you behind. And it was killing him.

Because all he could think about was you. Alone. Depressed. Hollowed out. Not wanting the baby. And he wasn’t there. He was never there. Every single time he put on that suit, stepped in front of the cameras, smiled for his co-stars. He was dying.

Because he knew. He knew the second he came home, you would be worse. Every day it got worse. Every fucking day.

At first, it was subtle. You were tired. Distant. Quiet. But then the days started stretching into weeks, and suddenly you weren’t just tired, you were empty. Your smiles were forced. Your voice was flat. You didn’t ask about his day anymore. You didn’t kiss him when he got home.

And Kento tried to justify it. It’s just the hormones. She’s overwhelmed. She’ll come back to me soon. She’ll come back to me.

But you didn’t.

And Kento broke down again.

Because the more days that passed, the less of you he saw.

You stopped eating dinner with him. You stopped holding the baby. You stopped getting out of bed. You wouldn’t look at him. And the worst part? You didn’t even cry. You just… stared. Blank. Numb. And Kento couldn’t handle it.

He fucking hated himself. Every single day he drove to set, his stomach would turn. He’d clench his jaw the entire time, his hands shaking as he held the steering wheel because he knew. You were at home. Alone. With a baby you didn’t love. And he wasn’t there. And the guilt was going to fucking eat him alive.

One night, Kento came home early. He couldn’t do it anymore. He was on set, trying to read his lines, but his hands were shaking. His mouth felt dry. His mind kept screaming to him: She’s alone. She’s not okay. She’s not okay. She’s not okay. Go home right now.

So he left. He didn’t even tell his manager. He just ripped off his mic and drove home. And when he walked through the door….You were just… sitting there. On the couch. Completely catatonic. Your body was slumped forward. Your eyes were glazed over, completely hollow. You weren’t blinking. You weren’t moving. You weren’t alive.

Baby?” His voice shattered.

Nothing. Kento’s heart slammed into his throat. He dropped his keys, his coat, everything, and sprinted toward you, falling to his knees in front of the couch.

“Baby, please….” his voice cracked. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs trembling as they brushed over your cheeks. “Please talk to me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

But you didn’t blink.

You didn’t look at him.

You just… stared at the wall.

Kento’s stomach lurched.

His throat closed.

And then you finally spoke.

In a voice so dead, so hollow, that it didn’t even sound like you anymore. “…I don’t want to be a mom anymore.”

“Baby,” his voice broke. He practically collapsed against you, his forehead pressing to your lap as his hands clutched yours. “Please don’t say that. Please, god—”

“I don’t.” you said flatly. Your voice didn’t even crack. It was just… dead. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want her. I don’t want anything.”

Kento’s entire body convulsed.

“Baby, no.” His voice split down the middle. His hands squeezed yours so tight his knuckles went white. “Please don’t talk like that. I know it’s hard. I know you feel alone. But I love you. I love our baby. We can fix this, baby. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything.”

But you didn’t believe him.

Because the truth was — you didn’t want him to fix it.

You didn’t want help. You didn’t want therapy. You didn’t want him to stay home from work. You didn’t want him to coddle you or tell you it would get better.

You just wanted your old life back. You wanted school. You wanted chemistry. You wanted the future you spent years building. But instead, you were just Keiko’s mother. And you fucking hated yourself for it.

“I never wanted this.” you whispered numbly, your eyes glazed over. “I didn’t want to have a baby. I didn’t want to give up school. I didn’t want this life. And now it’s all I have.”

Kento couldn’t breathe. His chest split open. His hands shook violently as he tried to pull you closer, his head buried in your lap. “Please, baby….” his voice splintered. “Please don’t talk like that. I need you. Our baby needs you. We love you.”

But you didn’t respond.

You just kept staring.

Kento sobbed heavily.

His entire body convulsed. His shoulders shook. His throat ripped open as gut-wrenching sobs tore out of him. “I’m so sorry.” he gasped. His face buried into your lap, his tears soaking your clothes. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

And you didn’t comfort him. You didn’t hold him. You didn’t wipe his tears. You didn’t say anything. Because deep down, you hated him, too. You hated that he got to have a life. You hated that he still had his career. You hated that he still had a future.

And you, who you once knew?

You were just a mom.

You were trapped.

And you resented him for it.

YOU WENT AWAY FOR A LITTLE WHILE. It was a shut-in therapy. Somewhere far. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere that felt detached from the life you had been drowning in. Kento made the arrangements. You didn’t ask him to but he just did it. One night, after finding you curled up in the corner of the nursery, crying so hard you couldn’t breathe, he made the decision himself. 

You don’t even remember how it happened — one moment you were screaming I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this life anymore, and the next, your husband Kento was quietly helping you with packing your bags.

“Baby….” his voice cracked, his hands trembling as he folded your clothes into a suitcase. “You need help. You need real help. And I can’t—” his throat choked up. “I can’t keep watching you like this. I can’t keep coming home to you like this. I need you to get better, baby. I need you.”

You didn’t fight him.

Because deep down, you knew.

You needed help.

And when you left, Kento didn’t cry. He didn’t break down. He didn’t beg you to stay. He just kissed your forehead, buckled you into the passenger seat, and drove you there himself. The drive was silent. But when you arrived and it came time for him to leave, you felt him break.

Kento clutched your hands so hard you thought he might shatter them. His forehead pressed to yours, his voice splintering as he begged. “Please come back to me. Please get better. Please..... I don’t care how long it takes, just please don’t give up on us.”

And then he left.

And you stayed.

And the first few weeks were hell.

You fought everything. The therapy. The group sessions. The self-reflection. The constant “how are you feeling?” The exposure therapy to bond with your baby. The “you’re not alone” pep talks from strangers who did not know you.

And every single night, you thought about calling Kento. You thought about screaming into the receiver I’m done, come get me, I can’t do this anymore, please just let me go home.

But you didn’t.

Because somewhere deep, deep, deep down, you wanted to get better. And slowly you did. It wasn’t linear. Some days were good. Some days were awful. Some days you held your baby in your arms and felt nothing. Some days you sobbed so hard that you thought you’d vomit. Some days you sat in the therapy circle, refusing to speak, refusing to participate, refusing to care.

But then some days, you looked at your baby and felt something. Not love. Not joy. But something. A tinge of warmth in your chest. A pang of protectiveness. And slowly, slowly, something began to grow. And then six months later, you came home. Kento was there, waiting for you.

The second you stepped through the door, his entire body crashed into you. His arms crushed you against him, his hands cradling the back of your head, his chest heaving as he sobbed harder than you had ever seen him cry.

“Baby!” he gasped into your hair, his voice cracking. “God, I missed you….I missed you so fucking much! I thought you’d never come back to me and Keiko.”

And you sobbed too.

Because you missed him. God, you missed him.

And that night, when you walked into the nursery and you saw your baby again for the first time in months. You cried harder than you ever had in your life. Because for the first time in a long while, you wanted her. And you didn’t hate her anymore.

But… the thing was, your relationship with Kento. It was never the same. You wanted it to be. You tried so hard. Kento tried, too. He was so patient. So gentle. So loving. But something between you both felt… off.

You had a hard time touching him. Being intimate with him. You couldn’t explain why but every time Kento kissed you, really kissed you, or ran his hands down your waist, or tried to pull you into his lap, your body would freeze.

Kento noticed. But he never pushed. He never said a word. He just waited. God, he waited. But the truth was you didn’t know how to give him that part of you anymore. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him. You did. You loved him so much. You adored him. You cherished him. You owed him your life.

But every time you tried to make love to him, it felt like you were reopening the wound. It felt like you were back there again. Heavily pregnant, crying yourself to sleep, suffocating in a life you didn’t want. And you hated it. You hated that your body betrayed you. You hated that you wanted to be with Kento, but the second he kissed you, you’d tense and apologize and turn away.

One night, he finally brought it up.

It was subtle. Careful.

“Baby…..” he murmured as you both laid in bed, his fingers brushing over your bare shoulder. “Do you… not want me anymore?”

And your heart dropped. “What?”

Kento swallowed thickly, his voice small. “You never touch me anymore. You never kiss me first. You… you flinch when I touch you sometimes. And I just…. I don’t know if it’s me or if you just… don’t want me anymore.”

“No — no, Kento, I do.” you sobbed, immediately turning to clutch his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much. I just…..I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to….. to be close to you. I want to. I really do. I just….”

Kento shook his head. “Baby, no.” his voice splintered. “It’s not your fault. God, it’s not your fault.”

But you still hated yourself for it.

Because every time Kento looked at you with that softness, that adoration, that undying love — all you could feel was guilt. Guilt for what you put him through. Guilt for resenting him. Guilt for pushing him away. And the fullness of the intimacy, it never really came back.

You tried.You forced yourself sometimes, letting him kiss you, letting him touch you — but it felt wrong. Not because of him. But because your body wouldn’t let you have it. Your body still remembers the trauma. Kento never blamed you.

But it killed him. Because every night he’d roll over in bed, aching for you but he wouldn’t touch you. He wouldn’t dare. He knew if he tried, you’d flinch. You’d shut down. And he couldn’t handle that. So, instead all he could do was just… love you from afar.

But how has that ever been enough?

THE FIRST TIME YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT KENTO’S CHEATING, IT WAS PURELY BY ACCIDENT. It must have been years later. After the therapy, after the recovery, after you slowly started piecing your life back together. Your daughter Keiko was already walking, already talking. You had gone back to school part-time, slowly finishing your chemistry degree. 

And your intimacy with Kento? It had started to come back. Well, not fully. Not like it used to be. But you were trying your hardest with everything. You wanted to make sure that you could do it again. Your husband was waiting, and he deserved it. He deserved your love so much more than anyone. 

You started off small. You started to hold hands and then you started kissing him again. You started letting him touch you again. You even started making love again. Though it still wasn’t what it once was. You didn’t initiate it. You didn’t crave it. You just… let it happen. Because you wanted to be close to him. You wanted to fix what was broken.

Yet, Kento was still distant. Not in the obvious way, no. Kento still loved you. Fiercely. Deeply. His hands were still gentle when he brushed your hair behind your ear. His voice was still soft when he murmured his devotions to you every morning. His kisses were still warm when he kissed you goodbye.

But in his eyes, you could see his eyes so clearly. His eyes always looked starved. Like he was still reaching for something you wouldn’t give him. Like no matter how hard you tried, it would never be enough. And deep down, you knew. You would never be able to give that to him ever again.

You saw it. Every night when he rolled over, half-hard in bed, but he wouldn’t touch you. Every morning when he’d linger in the shower, his back to you, his hand clenched into a fist. Every time you let him inside you, and you could feel the heartbreak in his touch, like he was still waiting for you to love him the way you used to.

And you hated yourself for it.

But you never thought…….

You never thought he’d cheat.

Until one day,  you saw the message.

You were on his phone. It wasn’t intentional. His phone was sitting on the coffee table while he was in the shower, and it buzzed. You didn’t think much of it at first — just a glance, a mindless reflex. But then you saw the notification. A text message. From a number you didn’t recognize.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was married.”

And your blood ran cold instantly.

You froze as your pupils dilated.

Your hand shook as you unlocked his phone. His password was your anniversary, for fuck’s sake and when you opened the message thread… It was all there. The proof.

It was from months ago. At least half a year. Some random woman. The messages were fragmented. But clearly, Kento had deleted most of them. But there was enough. Enough to piece it together.

The first message was from her. “Hey, I had fun last night :) Let me know if you ever want to do it again.”

And then his response — curt. “I can’t continue on with this. I’m married. I love my wife. And….I have a daughter.”

Then her response. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again.”

And that was it. But it didn’t fucking matter. Because the implication was there. The truth was there. Kento had slept with her. He had fucked her. He had cheated on you. He decided to go on with this, swallowed by the need and by lust. 

And you just… You just sat there. Staring at the message. Feeling like the ground was ripped from beneath you. And the thing that destroyed you most was that you weren’t even surprised. Because you knew. You always knew.

You saw it in his eyes every single day. That hunger. That emptiness. That quiet, unspoken need for something you weren’t giving him. And you thought you were fixing it. You thought you were trying. But clearly… clearly it wasn’t enough. 

You didn’t confront him immediately. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You didn’t throw his phone at him the second he walked out of the bathroom. You didn’t do anything. You just… sat there. And thought about it.

And the longer you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Of course he cheated.

Of course he did.

You deprived him for years. You denied him your body. You made him watch you suffer, made him sleep beside you every night knowing he couldn’t touch you, made him ache for you in ways you never fulfilled. That’s the worst part. You understood. You understood why he did it. That was the part that made you nauseous.

Because the truth was you had already broken his heart long before he ever stepped out of your marriage. You had pushed him away for so long, turned cold for so long, denied him for so long — that at some point, he just stopped waiting.

And you didn’t blame him.

You hated him. God, you hated him.

But you understood.  And you still loved him.

What a foolish game for a wallflower to grow on.

And when he finally came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, towel slung over his shoulder, flashing you that soft, tired smile. You didn’t say a word. You just kissed him. Hard. Desperate. Like you hadn’t just been crushed to death by your heartbreak.

You grabbed his face, pulled him down, crushed your mouth to his like you were trying to rewrite history. Trying to pretend like you didn’t know what you knew. Trying to convince yourself that he was still yours. Kento froze for half a second, shocked by your sudden affection but then his hands snapped around your waist and he melted into you.

“Baby….” he gasped against your mouth, his voice needy, aching. “Fuck….. what’s gotten into you?”

You don’t say a word to him. Instead, you just clung to him. Like if you held him tight enough, like you could somehow undo the fact that he had already been touched by someone else. You let him take you that night. Hard. Rough. Desperate.

You let him fuck you like he hadn’t been able to for years, you let him do as he pleased. You let him crumble into you. His mouth on your neck, his hands fisting your hair, his voice breaking as he gasped over and over —“I love you. God, I love you.”

And you let him. Because in some fucked up way, you felt like you owed it to him, after making him suffer for so long. You spent years starving him, depriving him of life. So it was only fair that he found his comfort somewhere else.…Right?

Yet you stayed up after all that love making, alone.

No, you knew the correct answer all along.

But you were just too much of a fool to say it out loud.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, IT HAPPENS ALL OVER AGAIN. Once again, you were pregnant with your second child.  It wasn’t planned. You never wanted any more children, after all that had happened. But it happened. Yet it wasn’t that surprising. In some ways, this was the only way you could find yourself taking revenge against him. To make him just as miserable as you again.

Just weeks after you found out about his cheating, after you spent night after night letting him have you in every way he wanted, desperately trying to reclaim him, trying to erase the touch of another woman from his skin. You found yourself standing in the bathroom again, clutching a positive pregnancy test. And your stomach dropped.

Because the second those two pink lines stared back at you, you knew. The cycle was about to repeat. The suffocating weight of motherhood. The slow erosion of your identity. The same cold distance that once consumed your marriage was about to happen all over again. And the worst part was that you couldn’t even blame anyone but yourself.

Because you let him touch you again. You wanted to feel wanted, and to take revenge. You wanted to erase every part of every other woman’s palm on his. You opened your legs for him, night after night, desperate to keep him anchored to you, desperate to make him forget about the other woman and now, you were paying the price.

And when you told Kento, he broke. But not in the same way he did the first time. Not with pure, unfiltered joy. Not with a beaming smile and hopeful eyes. No, this time, Kento’s face crumpled. Yet you know that look on his face. It was just like the first time.

“Baby—” his voice cracked. “You’re….. oh my god, you’re pregnant again?”

And the heartbreak in his voice killed you. Because you knew. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking we’re not ready. He was thinking not again. He was thinking I just got her back. And now, it is happening again. Yet, you just knew in the back of his mind, he was thinking this was his punishment. This is what he gets for being the worst man on the earth.

The sleepless nights. Postpartum depression. The intimacy issues. The slow unraveling of your marriage. And you could see it,  the fear in his eyes. Yet, your husband Kento pushed it down. Because he was Kento fucking Nanami. He was a husband. A father. A provider. And regardless of how horrified he was, he refused to let you see it.

So he smiled.

Or at least, he tried to.

Yet you both knew the truth.

That smile felt like the biggest lie.

“That’s amazing, baby.” he choked, his voice strained. “Another baby. That’s… that’s incredible.”

And then he kissed you, soft and hesitant, like he was forcing himself to be happy. And you felt it. You felt the hesitation. The dread. The underlying regret. But you didn’t say anything. Because you were the one who let it happen. And just like that, the cycle began again.

Kento started working more. He said it was to provide for the baby, but you knew better. You knew it was because he was terrified. Because he was already bracing himself for what was about to come for you to spiral again, for you to shut down again, for you to stop loving him again.

You tried not to fall into the same pit you did last time. You tried to stay upbeat. You tried to keep loving Kento — loving him hard enough to make up for the fact that he once touched another woman. You tried to be a good wife. You tried to be excited about the baby.

But slowly… it just happened again.

The nausea. The fatigue. The aching loneliness when Kento came home late. The bitterness when you saw happy women on campus who still had their futures. The slow, creeping resentment every time you looked at your growing belly and thought I didn’t want this.

And worst of all, you started pulling away from Kento again. Not on purpose. But your body remembered. Your body associated pregnancy with trauma, with pain, with suffering and so it shut down. You couldn’t help it. Every time Kento touched you, your skin crawled. Every time he kissed you, you flinched. Every time he tried to make love to you, you just froze.

Kento felt it.

He felt you slipping away.

He felt your body turning cold again.

He felt the weight of your touchless nights,

He felt your silent dinners, your empty stares again.

And you knew.

You knew it was happening all over again.

But this time — it was worse.

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about her. The woman he had slept with. The one he turned to when you couldn’t love him the way he needed. And every time Kento touched you, you couldn’t help but lay there and wonder over and over again.

Did she feel warmer than you?

Did she kiss him like she wanted him?

Did she make him feel loved in a way you never could?

Kento could see it.

He could see the way you recoiled when he reached for you. He could see the distance growing between you again. He could see the guilt burning you alive. And he hated himself. Because the truth was, he never stopped loving you.

Even when he cheated. Even when he fucked another woman. It was never about love. It was never about you. It was about the ache. The desperation. The years of feeling like he was losing you and just needing something to hold onto. Now he felt like he was losing you again.

And deep down, he knew.

You were never coming back to him.

Not fully. Not the way you used to.

And Kento was slowly breaking under the weight of it.

Because no matter how much he loved you, it wasn’t enough.

It was never enough to keep you from falling out of love with him.

This is the world you gave birth to Nanami Kenshin.

LIFE GOES ON AS THEY USED TO SAY. Twenty five years, two whole decades and a half of that since you and Kento had first stepped into this chaotic life together. And somehow, despite everything, you made it.

You had raised two kids, a boy and a girl. Your Keiko and your Kenshin. They were both smart, both stubborn, both carrying that unmistakable sharpness in their eyes that mirrored your husband as much as their compassion had been garnered from your heart.

In all that agony you had come to know in your life, the pair kept you busy with almost everything they could think of. Troublemaking, homework, soccer games, dance recitals, late-night fevers. Everything about it is the messy, beautiful chaos of parenting that somehow keeps you moving forward.

And then there was Kento’s career, near thirty years as a veteran in the industry. He had gone from being the promising newcomer to a household name. Red carpets. Magazine covers. Award ceremonies where his face shone on giant screens as he walked up to accept yet another trophy. The world adored him. Respected him. Envied him.

And you were right there beside him for all of it.

The photographers always wanted you in the frame. His beautiful wife, standing gracefully at his side, draped in sleek designer dresses and glittering jewelry. They loved the way you smiled for the cameras, how your hand always rested delicately on his arm, how you played the part of the elegant, unwavering woman who had supported her husband through it all.

And for a while, you convinced yourself that this was enough. 

That this life, this carefully curated image of family perfection, was what happiness was.

You learned to smile in interviews, to talk about Kento’s dedication as a father and how proud you were of him. You learned to navigate the world of high society — dinner parties with producers, mingling with other industry wives, slipping into that role of effortless charm and poise.

But behind all the glitz and glamour, it was lonely.

With two kids to raise, and a husband to care for, there was little for you.

There was no room for you to be the woman you are.

Kento was rarely home. Always on set, always in meetings, always flying across the country for some event or another. And when he was home, he was exhausted. Conversations grew shorter. His kisses felt rushed. The intimacy you’d once fought so hard to reclaim began to fade again — not because you didn’t want him, but because he was never there.

You kept yourself busy. Raising the kids. Managing the house. 

Smiling at galas, posing for cameras, over and over again. 

Playing the part of the perfect wife in a perfect marriage.

But sometimes, when the house was dark and the kids were asleep, you’d sit alone in the living room clutching an old photograph from years ago, back when Kento’s hair was still short and his smile still reached his eyes and wonder if this was all there was left.

And maybe it wasn’t enough.

But you told yourself it had to be.

Because you had already sacrificed too much to turn back now.

So, you didn’t think of anything when it broke out in the headlines.

Kento Nanami, the beloved actor, devoted husband, father of two had allegedly been caught cheating again after nearly twenty five years of marriage.

You sat at the kitchen table, having breakfast like normal. The morning sun spilled through the windows, the smell of eggs and coffee filling the air, and the faint sound of the television humming in the background.

“Sources say the woman in question is a production assistant from his latest drama series—”

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t look up.

You just kept stirring your coffee, like the words meant absolutely nothing to you. Kento, on the other hand, was frozen. Fork halfway to his mouth. Face pale. Chest rising and falling like he was trying not to hyperventilate. And then, slowly, ever so carefully,  he turned his head and looked at you.

“…Are you alright?” His voice cracked.

And that’s when you smiled.

You smiled, soft and easy. Like none of it mattered. Like you weren’t currently listening to the entire nation gossip about your husband’s infidelity. Like you weren’t being branded the foolish, pathetic wife who stayed after her husband cheated twice. Like you weren’t dying inside.

And with a voice far too calm, you said, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Kento’s entire face crumpled.

Because he knew.

He fucking knew.

That wasn’t real. That smile. 

That sweetness. That unbothered facade.

It was performative.

It was the same smile you gave him after your first child was born, when you were drowning in postpartum depression but still told him “I’m fine” over and over again.

It was the same smile you gave him one hundred times when he told you he was going to be late at home tonight, when he didn’t have to be. 

And now, now you are doing it all over again. Feigning nonchalance. Feigning strength. Feigning normalcy. And it destroyed him to bits beyond what he could stand.

“…Baby.” his voice cracked, his fork clattering against his plate. “You don’t have to…. I mean, we can talk about it if you want. I’ll….I’ll explain everything. I swear to god, it’s not what they’re saying—”

You laughed so heartily.

A soft, almost amused laugh.

And you took a sip of your coffee, still smiling. “I don’t need you to explain anything, Kento.”

His stomach dropped. “Wh–what?”

You met his gaze and your smile never wavered. “It’s not the first time, is it?”

And fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Kento’s mouth fell open. “Baby….no. It’s not like that….I swear I—”

“It’s alright.” You cut him off smoothly. Calmly. Almost too calmly. “Really. I don’t want an explanation.”

Kento visibly flinched. His heart was hammering so loud he swore you could hear it. “…You don’t?”

You shook your head, taking another bite of your eggs. “No. I’m just glad you had fun.”

And Kento lost it. 

“Baby….” His voice cracked violently, his chair scraping against the floor as he immediately dropped to his knees beside you, clutching your thigh like his life depended on it. “Don’t do this. Don’t shut me out again. Please, baby. Please yell at me. Cry. Scream. Break things. Just…. don’t act like you don’t care. Please. Please, baby, I know you care—”

You laughed again.

But this time — it was hollow.

“I don’t.” you said plainly, popping a piece of toast into your mouth.

And that broke Kento completely, you were sure.

“No, no, that’s not true.” his voice shattered, his grip on your thigh desperate. “You love me. I know you do. You still love me. Please don’t….don’t act like you don’t….. I’ll fix it, baby. I swear to god, I’ll fix it, I’ll—”

“Fix it?” you echoed, your voice soft. Curious. “Like you did the first time?”

Kento fucking froze. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Because you never talked about it. Ever. After his first affair, you never once brought it up. You forgave him in the silence. Or at least, you pretended to. You shoved it down, pretended it never happened, and let Kento crawl back into your arms without consequence.

Now you were smiling at him like he was nothing more than a pitiful stranger. “Your ears work fine, don’t they?”

“…I don’t know what to say.” he choked. His hands were shaking. His throat constricted. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please….please just tell me what to do. I’ll fix it. I’ll do anything. Just please don’t—”

“Don’t what?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

The look in your eyes killed him.

“Don’t leave you?” you continued, your voice sickly sweet. “Don’t abandon you like you abandoned me when I needed you the most? Don’t make you feel like I loved someone else the way you made me feel for years?”

Tears burned his eyes. “Baby, please—”

“It’s fine, Kento.” You smiled again. “Really. I’m not mad.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” You sipped your coffee. “I’m not anything.”

And Kento completely unraveled.

Because he could see it.

The way you looked at him now. Like he was just a man. Not your husband. Not your Kento. Not the love of your life. Just a man who happened to share your bed, your house, and your children. And it killed him.

“Do you still love me?” he finally choked out, his voice so small.

And you froze.

Just for a second.

But then you smiled again. 

Just as soft, sweet, cold as before.

“Of course, I do.”

And that was the sick part, wasn’t it?

You did. You still loved him. You loved him with your entire fucking soul. You loved him so much that it hurt. You loved him and you hated him with equal intensity. It was two sides of the same coin and it was tearing you apart.

And yet even if you do love him, you know what should be.

Kento didn’t deserve that love anymore.

And even if you have to act like you don’t love him, so be it.

Let him suffer the amount of suffering you had over that time.

So you kissed his forehead, brushed his hair back, and whispered. “You should finish your breakfast. You have work later.”

And then you stood up from your seat, cigarette on your lips.

And left him sobbing on the kitchen floor, lamenting.

You had errands left to run, after all.

A wife has too much to do, you know?

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ʚɞ.ᐟ In Signs & Degrees

-` If you have a 0°, just ignore it, it doesn't mean anything in the degree theory. Moreover, it can just add more intensity to the Sign and House placement. ´-

-`♡´- Aries, 1°, 13°, 25° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who is very a leader in the marriage, you can marry someone who will lead your couple, who will lead the house but also who will be firm about what they want. People who had Aries placements on their asteroids often married someone who def was the "master of the house". And often it was women who married leader men. Your Spouse is the kind of Spouse to handle everything, they can often do it in a good way, meaning they can take care of the house, the bills, anything needed to be fixed in the house for example. But sometimes it can also be about they handle how things go, and it can turn into a dynamic where the spouse will really decide about anything without consulting you much. So be careful, and it also depends on the rest of the placement. Otherwise, it can be a Spouse that likes PDA and that enjoys physical touch as a love language.

-`♡´- Taurus, 2°, 14°, 26° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be the very chill and calm partner. They can often appear and make you feel as very calm, and you can have a sensation that they can really calm you whenever you are stressed. Your Spouse can perhaps gain a bit of weight after marriage, perhaps you'll love eating together, you'll be a foodie couple. Your Spouse can also want to often buy you many things as gifts, they can love to spoil you. They can be very romantic also with you, keeping the romance in perhaps basic acts but it's the small acts that count the most. Your Future Spouse can also think that bringing money in the home is on of their responsibility. They may also wanna take care of the money and handle the bills. But def, your Spouse will be someone who will make you feel less anxious, they will def want you to be relaxed with them, yourself, it's a very calm and soft placement to have. People who have this placement over their asteroids were less anxious after marrying their Spouse.

-`♡´- Gemini, 3°, 15°, 27° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could want to keep their thirst for knowledge high. And actually, this can be a placement that indicates your Spouse desire to become more cultivated and smart after marriage. FS could want to learn more skills or more about their knowledge, hobbies, etc. Your Spouse could also read more after marriage, or they could also decide to learn a new language, etc. Your Spouse will be a curious and smart lad, they can also be more extroverted in marriage, and you can also feel like you get along so well with them, meaning you can share a close and deep bond with Spouse after marriage, not only based on romance, but also on your friendship. You could feel like you and your Spouse get along well, talk about many things, there could be debates, but you could also have the feeling you and your Spouse can understand each other more after Marriage. The kind of Marriage where you feel like you can telepathically understand each other. The kind of Marriage where you often go on dates and discover new things or go out often together. Often seeing friends or inviting friends over.

-`♡´- Cancer, 4°, 16°, 28° -`♡´-

Lol so, this one is quite particular, because I often saw that men had this placement when their spouse were the one handling the house and being the leader in the relationship. This was the placement that repeated often in this case, literally always. People who have a Cancer placement here will have Spouse that are very stronger leader when it comes to the home and family. The Spouse can often be quite the one handling everything, and telling everyone what to do when it comes to the house. You'll def have a Spouse who your children will listen to clearly, and if they ask you to do something in the house, you'll def do it. Your Spouse can be someone who is a strong parental figure, so perhaps your Spouse will want children, but it can also mean your Spouse will be emotional too. Your Spouse can be sensitive, emotional, and they can bring your emotional side of yours. Your Spouse can be moody sometimes and their moods are highly depending on their moods. You'll have a strong soft spot for your Spouse.

-`♡´- Leo, 5°, 17°, 29° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be very proud of marrying you. You could marry someone who will be very lovey covey with you, and who will also be quite generous. Perhaps a Spouse that will be very loving with you, someone you'll also adore and admire. You could also have a Spouse that can be more popular than you or somehow a Spouse that is well known. This can also be marrying someone who has money. But you can also have more popularity thanks to your Spouse. Your Spouse could make everything fun with you after marriage, you could feel like you have the most interesting life after marriage thanks to them. You could also think your FS is quite clingy with you, and adores you. Your Spouse can also be a leader of some sort, but you'll def have a feeling they have a soft spot for you. But Spouse can also have a sort of ego.

-`♡´- Virgo, 6°, 18° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be more perfectionist, they can be more detailed oriented, they could also "notice" things more. They can also prefer to stick with a routine more after marrying you perhaps too. They can also want to focus more on their job, being more productive, they could want to work harder in their job. Perhaps they could in fact care more about what they do as a job because they could desire to be more established in society or gain more money. But this could also be a sign of a Spouse that wishes to improve and be a better version of themselves after marriage. This can be about physical health or mental health. Your Spouse could so desire to seek for a therapist or also hit the gym more.

-`♡´- Libra, 7°, 19° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be pretty nice, kind, and you can feel like they are the sweetest with you. They will be a spouse that value romance in your marriage, so often taking you on dates, expecting dates, a Spouse that will gift you romantic gifts, or spending sweet moments together. Whatever your Spouse will give to you, they will expect the same in return. Spouse will also be a very fair partner in your marriage. They will also value communication rather than screaming at each other, there is a desire to respect each other with this placement. Your Spouse will also value looking good and presentable in the marriage, they will often want to take care of themselves because they think they need to keep the romance high in the marriage.

-`♡´- Scorpio, 8°, 20° -`♡´-

This can be a very passionate and intense Spouse, they can be quite intense indeed with how they feel, but also the kind to show you their love in a passionate way. So be ready. Your Spouse can be very physical indeed but they can just also feel very intensely about their feelings, so they will be very honest and they will value your relationship. You'll have a Spouse which is very serious and the commitment you made. You can also have a Spouse that is very emotional and feels things intensely, very sensitive as well, but they are the type to hide it well. They can handle stress or pain if it means making you feel better. A very self-less Spouse. But this means your Spouse can be very secretive as well, they can keep secret from you and they can also accept your keep secrets from you. They do trust you and still expect the same with you.

-`♡´- Sagittarius, 9°, 21° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who is very chill and relaxed, they can also be quite curious, spontaneous. You could often find them suddenly wanted to eat something or suddenly wanting to go somewhere, you'll always feel surprised with them. You could have a Spouse that will be indeed quite curious about things, a desire for knowledge but more about discovery. Your Spouse can feel bored if they didn't discover something in a long time, so they kinda need to always find something new. They can really be random. But your Spouse can also be quite smart, they can also be philosophical, or like to question their current beliefs, they aren't scared to change their opinion and they are quite open minded. Your Spouse can also love to travel, perhaps you can travel with your them or they can travel for work. Your Spouse love to feel free and may also love to just sometimes be on their own. Your Spouse can also be either religious or spiritual, they can also love to talk to you about anything that interest them.

ʚɞ.ᐟ Funny thing but I have noticed that people with Sagittarius degrees over their Groom or Briede placement in their Hehe PC often marry a Spouse that come from a different place than them in the world, often a foreigner, or they themselves have been born or lived in another country than them.

-`♡´- Capricorn, 10°, 22° -`♡´-

This can often make your Spouse after marriage to be someone who will be a leader in your marriage. This can make your Spouse have a very strong and powerful energy in your dynamic, the one to even perhaps be a little cold or detached. They can seem harsh or just very task focused, but they care in their own way. They can be very serious about your commitment and loyal, but there can be time when you feel like your Spouse is too serious. It can sometimes gives off a Spouse that scare you a bit. Or others may think they are very cold. But you can also have Spouse who is just the one to take the lead at home and in your marriage. Spouse can also be the kind of work hard, be materialistic, care about the money in the couple, and they may want to own beautiful things with you. You can def rely on your Spouse with this placement.

-`♡´- Aquarius, 11°, 23° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be quite unique, they could become more themselves after marriage, perhaps more embracing their differences and quirky side. This can be a Spouse that can become more spontaneous after marriage, you could also see being less scared to be seen and unique or "weird". Your Spouse could also embrace more about their human side, they could also be more extrovert, make more friends, meet more people after marriage. They could also use more social medias or some technologies, or be more into tech as well. They could have a desire to expand their knowledge, be more curious and they could so want to also embrace some dreams they never achieved before.

-`♡´- Pisces, 12°, 24° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be very soft with you? This can be a very nice and kind person, they could also be more generous and self less after marriage. You could also have a Spouse that is very romantic in your marriage, always wanting to focus on you, spend time with you. After marriage, your Spouse could also become someone who is more private, they could see people less or talk less about their personal life. They could also become way more romantic than before, they could realize love is something deeper than they have known and felt before. Your Spouse could also become more spiritual or religious after marrying you. Perhaps you could also have a Spouse that can change their religion for you, or just also change their beliefs for you.

ʚɞ.ᐟ In Houses

-`♡´- In the 1H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will perhaps have their appearance change. This can go in two different positions. First this can mean your Spouse will change their style or their physical appearance, but also exercise more, perhaps realize they want to be in a better shape, etc. Or this can lead to overindulgence. Your Spouse can also change a lot as a person after marriage. They could indeed take care of their appearance after marriage but they can also perhaps change in their way to behave.

-`♡´- In the 2H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be money driven, this can mean they will work hard for the money, or they will just want to save money. This can manifest in a good way, indeed as someone mindful of their money and perhaps also a Spouse who wants to take care of the money in the marriage. But also in a materialistic Spouse. Your Spouse indeed can be greedy, care too much of the material possessions you can have. Some people who had this placement had Spouse who cared a lot to what they possessed and how it looks to others. Their Spouses often wanted a beautiful house, beautiful care, expensive things, etc. Your Spouse can also be someone who can be used to money or just desire money. Your Spouse can also be someone who enjoys power and possessing, so they could be quite possessive over you, and jealousy could also occur sometimes.

-`♡´- In the 3H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be extroverted, or perhaps more extroverted. They can be someone who will love to chat with you daily, someone with whom you'll have great conversation, they could also have a desire to learn new things on a daily basis. Someone who can love to learn many languages as well. They can also be the kind of Spouse to be close to their relatives, or the kind to get along with the neighbors. They could be quite funny and smart, and witty as well. But this could also mean a Spouse that can remember things easily. So whenever you'll discuss with them, you'll feel like you are always learning something new.

-`♡´- In the 4H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who loves to stay at home, perhaps someone who loves to chill and just enjoy to be in a calm and quiet place to relax. This can be a Spouse also who can really have a strong desire for children, or having a family. The idea of a home to your Spouse is really important. They can be the type to really want you to live in a healthy and comfortable environment. This can mean your Spouse will care a lot about your House, and they could so pick it in a careful way, take care of it, etc. Your Spouse can also be someone who feels comfortable with you, they could see you as their home, someone they care a lot (obviously) but it can also just be someone who also makes you feel comfortable, someone loyal and calm.

-`♡´- In the 5H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone quite dramatic lol. They can be very intense with how they express themselves sometimes, it can be funny as it can be annoying to be honest. But your Spouse can also be someone who is very funny, and fun, someone you'll feel like make things so entertaining and fun. Your Spouse can somehow become more popular after marriage, but also they can just become more friendly, charismatic. They will be very romantic as well, a true flirt, someone who wants to keep the seducing part still on, as they should. Your Spouse could also be someone who have a lot of hobbies and are very creative. Also, they can be someone who will really desire children after marriage, just a possibility though.

-`♡´- In the 6H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be very organized, someone who will perhaps also care a lot about your family routine. They can be someone who will want to make sure you don't have to plan anything or take care of anything, they will love to help you out, and so be the kind of Spouse to also take care of any duties in the house. Someone who can also want to watch out for your health, making sure you eat healthy, you drink enough water, that you exercise enough, they care about you and your wellness. In this case, this can mean this is a Spouse that could go through a healthy lifestyle journey after marriage, they could start exercising more, going through a diet or even they could care more about their health in general, so going to therapy can also be an option here.

-`♡´- In the 7H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage will not stop the romance lol. You'll marry someone who will remember details of your meeting, you'll marry someone who will remember every dates of your romance, someone who will keep the seducing and flirting part, rizzing will be daily. You could also marry someone who is fair, your Spouse will be someone who will believe in justice. It seems like they can be someone calm, collected, but someone who so will always want to keep things fair in the marriage. They will often want romantic moments and dates with you, they refuse to have time and boring routine eat your marriage. You can count on them to keep the romance high. People who had this placement married a Spouse they loved their whole life.

-`♡´- In the 8H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone very passionate and secretive. They could be more private after getting married about their personal life and not share much on what is going on behind close door. But they can consider you as someone who is part of their private world, so they can often feel like sharing things with you they have never shared with people before. Your spouse could be a very physical Spouse lol, you could have a lot of steamy times with them. This could also mean your Spouse could want to share a lot of things with you when it comes to what they possess. Otherwise, it can also tell us your Spouse could go through a strong rebirth when it comes to them, they could discover new things about themselves, care much about psychology and their mental health, etc.

-`♡´- In the 9H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will perhaps travel a lot or travel more, but they can also be very into being more educated. They could desire to study more, or they can also go back to school. Though this placement can suggest a Spouse that is very smart, and witty. Your Spouse can be less stressed and be more spontaneous after marriage. They can be very close to your parents after marriage too. Your Spouse could either become spiritual or religious. Or develop their abilities in those. They could also desire to share their beliefs with you and so they could practice those on a daily basis.

-`♡´- In the 10H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be very work focused. Your Spouse can have a strong desire to bring money or have a better job. This can be someone who also have a strong desire to support their family, perhaps indeed it can be about money but sometimes also status. And sometimes it can just them wanting to care more about their career even after marriage because they are ambitious. This placement can also suggest for some that your Spouse has a leader position in the marriage, they aren't afraid to make decisions or take care of things. For some it can also mean after marriage, your Spouse can gain more in reputation. They can also have a great desire to protect you.

-`♡´- In the 11H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will have a strong desire to build a strong connection with you. They can become more friendly and have more friends after marriage. But this is the Spouse you can be friend with as well. Your marriage isn't only love focused but it is also a real connection between two individuals who will love, support and care for each other truly. Your Spouse could want to spend a lot of time with you, considering you as their best friend. They can also be more curious after marriage and less scared to try new things. Your Spouse could also be the type to call and text you often. Your Spouse could also respect the freedom and space you need in the marriage.

-`♡´- In the 12H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be someone that can either become highly spiritual or religious. They can perhaps turn more religious after marriage or either more spiritual. They can be someone who will have a stronger faith in their belief. They could also be a more private person after Marriage, perhaps letting less people know what is going on in their marriage. They can be very sweet, romantic, and self less, but it can also mean your Spouse can develop more hobbies on their own as well. Perhaps more creative hobbies. Your Spouse could travel too sometimes. Moreover, this placement can suggest a desire for your Spouse to go through therapy, and perhaps also desire to reflect on themselves, their past behaviors and to desire to know themselves better.

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[etherealrin]

okokokokok, OKAY. so.

i feel terrible as a moot to send in a request, buuuttt.... how would the blue lock men be with their daughter's first boyfriend?

specifically rin, sae, nagi, and kaiser!

please don't pressure yourself! take your time😊

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ who's that boy?

how the blue lock men react to their daughter's first!boyfriend ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, and michael kaiser.

note: reader briefly mentioned as the wife, mostly crack

itoshi rin

- his daughter brings a boy back from kindergarten one day, tiny hands interlaced, and rin’s jaw hits the floor

- he stares down intimidatingly at the little boy, who just blinks his innocent eyes back

- “daddy! we’re gonna get married!” his little angel exclaims, all excited

- he thinks he’s going to pass out, because huh? it’s absurd to him—it took him years to fall in love, and here his girl was, barely two months into kindergarten

- begrudgingly agrees to attend their “wedding” at the playground near your house after you convince him that it was all fun and games, he’s willing to do anything to see his sweet girl smile

- the first real boyfriend he meets is in high school, who his daughter invites over for dinner one night, and rin is mildly startled when the guy recognizes him

- “i didn’t know your dad was itoshi rin?” his daughter’s boyfriend asks, in awe. “sir, i am a huge fan!”

- rin very slowly takes a liking to him after that (after the boy says that he always thought rin was the better brother.)

itoshi sae

- meets his daughter’s first boyfriend while picking her up from high school in his bmw m30i (red seats too!)

- “who’s this?” he asks, cool gaze landing on the boy next to his kid

- “h-hello sir,” the guy half bows, fear in his face evident

- “DAD! i told you not to scare him off…” his daughter sighs, waving the boy goodbye while blushing

- sae honestly doesn’t mind that much about his kid dating, he just gets a snicker out of intimidating them

- he does however care about this boy’s personality, is he worthy of sae’s little angel?

- “so, is he any good at soccer?” sae questions.

- “DAD!” his poor kid...

- any sort of relationship between a boyfriend and sae feels business professional, the guy is petrified of slipping up in front of him

- sae is the father that will show up at random times, even crashes dates sometimes and acts like nothing is out of the ordinary, yes he happened to want to get ice cream the same time his daughter and her boyfriend were at the store

- at the end of the day, sae just cares that his daughter feels happy and loved, even if he gets a kick out of scaring them both

nagi seishiro

- doesn’t mind at all, especially if the guy likes video games

- practically steals his daughter’s boyfriend away from her when she brings him home to meet seishiro

- seishiro was known as the “chill” dad anyway, but he was getting along a bit too well with the boyfriend

- his daughter had brought him over for “dinner” (ordered takeout), and upon meeting, nagi asked if he played any video games—he didn’t even bat an eye when his daughter introduces the guy as her boyfriend

- they were duoing just about every game possible after that

- the boyfriend now frequently comes over after school, sometimes just to ask for a video game carry from his girlfriend’s dad

- becomes a part of the family, has all of the streaming system logins and his own profiles on the ps5, xbox, and nitendo switch (super smash bros is an experience with nagi, his daughter, and the boyfriend)

michael kaiser

- 100% has a “no dating until you’re __ age rule” in the household

- even though he’s found love, he’s still extremely wary of it, and he’s even more clueless on how to be a proper parent

- he tries, but he can’t help if he’s a bit too strict at times

- thus his daughter hadn’t told him about her first, or second boyfriend, the one she introduces is actually her third who had asked her to the formal and she couldn’t not tell kaiser

- “dad, what would you do if i were, hypothetically, with a guy at the dance?”

- “i’d lock him into a police interrogation room with me and ask him extremely personal uncomfortable questions to make sure he’s alright, why?”

- the poor guy who had asked his daughter out is now sat in the backseat of michael’s too expensive car, along with his daughter on the way to the venue of the formal

- michael glares at him from the driver’s seat, eyeing him up and down in every way possible

- “who are your parents?” “do you have any hobbies or skills?” “are your grades okay?” “did your father ever beat you up?” “where do you live?” “how old are you?” “what’s your sign?” “why do you think you’re worthy of being here?” the interrogation session has only just begun.

- as if the rose tattoo weren’t intimidating enough, his daughter is lucky if any boyfriend isn’t running away crying after meeting kaiser

a/n: this is different from my usual content so i hope you guys like it...i personally don't think i did a great job characterizing this but f it we ball! tysm ira for the req <3

masterlist!

[lxzy-bxby]

Baking into Babymaking

MDNI NSFW 18+ SMUT shoo byebye xoxo

Husband!Leon × Fem!Reader

Summary: You attempt to bake cake for your kid's birthday peacefully but your husband can't leave you alone. WC: 4,435 CW: Smut with very little plot, creampie&sexual puns about it, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, breeding kink-ish, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, counter sex, impregnation, multiple orgasms if you squint, no use of Y/N, foreign author's first tumblr&english drop kinda nervous, no proofreading AN: my first ever shit written in english and it is a smut so yeah guys it's not my first language and you know the drill

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Life has a fun way of turning things upside down—you give one chance to your one night stand six years ago and now you’re celebrating his offspring’s fourth birthday. Unbelievable.

Okay, quite believable considering that Leon was—Leon is—hot as hell. Explains pretty much everything as well, the kids, the marriage, it all. You’re only a woman, after all. Very weak one at that. Whatever.

Who would’ve thought that Leon would become the best husband ever, great dad too? Only you. Even he didn’t believe in himself. Commitment sounded like something straight of horror stories for him yet with you he was the one to suggest to tie the knot. When you got first pregnant Leon almost went into cardiac arrest, still you and him had two more kids after your firstborn.

But that just happened randomly, really. Not like it was or was not planned. When he’s back from month-long mission, touch-starved and pent-up, last thing you think of is protection. That’s totally understandable considering that you two make mighty cute babies. And that’s totally understandable that you conceived your last one few days before he was supposed to get vasectomy—which he still didn’t get.

You reminisce on your love story for a couple more minutes completely forgetting what you initially was about to do. Browse cake recipes. Right.

Because you didn’t want to get your hellion something from the store. It is a special occasion, after all. And special occasion is worthy of special preparation.

You’re quite good at kitchen—so good that even after all those years Leon still can’t decide whether you’re better in bedroom or at kitchen. But you barely baked literal cakes and there wasn’t much time until your son you know will wake up. So you settled on something simple like cream pie. With tons of whipped cream because all your kids love it. Leon does too. Sometimes you think that there’s zero difference between a toddler and Leon. Whatever.

So here you were, willingly wasting a couple of hours on baking just because you decided to fuck with drunkass government agent once and accidentally fell in love and let him fill your cunt up once or twice. The usual.

With AirPods covering your ears, you whip the cream engrossed in both your thoughts and music. You genuinely love listening to your Spotify playlists while doing chores or running errands—helps you to focus and makes you feel like you’re the main character and Taylor Swift’s 1989 is a soundtrack to your life. So when you feel your waist being squeezed, you yelp reflexively.

Right. Leon has a day off. Of course he has—it’s his son’s birthday and Leon loves his kids. He loves making kids even more.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Leon chants, his chin already perched on your shoulder. He lets out a loud yawn, practically slumping onto you.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic flirting and keep whipping with effort.

“Your son’s birthday cake. You hungry?” You inquire nonetheless since you didn’t even cook yet and was running on a cup of espresso.

And you swear to God, if he says that he’s hungry but not for food...

“I am. But not for food,” Leon smirks knowing how much that phrase pisses you off. If only you could actually get mad at him. Of course you could not. You actually even got butterflies somewhere in between your chest and belly. Gross. You’d never think you’d still be like that after being married for what feels like eternity.

Before you can even come up with a witty response, his palms unceremoniously settle on your breasts, squeezing the soft plump flesh through the thin fabric of your shirt, thumbs rubbing against still soft nipples. You never liked wearing bras at home—you probably should start, given how much Leon’s hands seemed to be in love with your tits. Despite his action being casual and something you experience at least few times a day, you felt your peaks harden treacherously from the stimulation.

You swat Leon’s nasty hands away like you always do—just for good measure.

“Don’t,” you chide sternly, the epitome of tough-lady act. “I’m baking.”

“So?” Leon drawls nonchalantly, his calloused palms lowering from your boobs to your midriff. “Multitasking is an important skill. Thought you’d be a goddess at it as a mother of three. And I know you actually are. So cut it out.”

You scoff in amusement. Of course you know how to multitask quite well, he’s right on the money with that one. While your oldest gets their knee scrapped, your middle one necessarily gets a tummyache and your youngest will undoubtedly shatter one of your vases and cut their pinkie on one of the shards. The kind of overstimulation you never wished for.

“Anyway, whatcha even bakin’?” Leon hums, his fingertips drawing mindless circles on your bare ribs under the hem of your shirt already—you barely even noticed him slipping underneath.

”Birthday cake, I told ya.” You huff out an air of annoyance, tapping on the phone screen with soiled fingers to prevent it from shutting into sleep mode.

“I got it, Captain Obvious,” Leon lets out a velvety laugh, squeezing creamy skin of your sides. “What kinda cake? Dunno, cheesecake? Red velvet? Mille-feuille?” He pronounces the latter with disgustingly broken attempt at imitating French accent yet you still snicker.

“Impressive. I didn’t know you’re that into cakes.” You arch an eyebrow, unable to miss the chance to tease him.

“Ah, speaking of cakes… I do know a nice cake when I see one.” He grins, pulling away a tad to appreciate your ass with his hands and eyes, giving it both a glimpse and a firm squeeze.

“You’re absolutely disgusting.” You declare, rubbing your palms on your apron. “No idea what I’m making, honestly. Just… anything with tons of cream. Creamy pie sort of thing, I guess.”

And then you bite on your tongue, realizing a little too late how absolutely stupid it was to even mention cream and pie in the same sentence whilst talking to a man with a sense of humor and hormonal level of a teenage boy.

Leon immediately perks up because no way in hell he would miss on the opportunity to make you facepalm internally.

“Pun intended, I hope?” He murmurs, grinning into the column of your neck, his lips tingling your sensitive skin. “Because again, I do know a thing or two about creampies.” Leon deadpans in a sultry voice as he leaves butterfly kisses all over the back of your neck, making your breath hitch in response.

“That’s all you’re able to think about, huh? That’s diabolical, seriously. Don’t you dare mentioning it. You really are disgusting, think I’m gonna throw up.” You ramble on in attempt to hide your own embarrassment and… ew, is that arousal?

“That so? Tough luck then, honey,” Leon laughs, seeing right through you. “But there’s one way to shut your husband, y’know.” One of his hands toys with the waistband of your yoga pants, tugging on the elastic shamelessly, and that does not help as well.

Your primal instincts are at war with your sense of responsibility. That happens all the fucking time. You swear you won’t give in, that you’ll turn him down and will just continue doing your business leaving him aching for more when in reality you’re the one desperate for more currently. Just a few filthy words, a touch, a kiss—and you’re a putty in his hands already.

“C’mon now… I gotta finish before Danny wakes up.” Your half-assed protests don’t even convince you yourself.

“Exactly, babe. Gotta make you finish before Danny wakes up,” Leon smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and arousal. “You know you want it. You always do. You’re even more insatiable than me.” His hand fully dives under the hem of your pants, tracing the seam of your underwear with rough pad of his thumb.

You inhale sharply, heat already pooling in the pit of your belly, the fuck is going on with you today.

“Says who?” You scoff, still so adamant just because.

Leon’s gaze darkens, his finger stilling. You know he gets more and more impatient with every passing second. He might be a goofball but he’s a goofball that makes your knees buckle, after all.

“Says her,” Leon all but growls as he bits on your earlobe and his fingers suddenly make their way under your obviously already damp panties, coating them in arousal already glistening between your pussy lips.

You gasp at the unexpected action, feeling so sensitive and wet down there you’d believe you were a virgin if you hadn’t had three kids sleeping upstairs.

“That’s what I thought,” Leon hums as his pointer finger circles your slick entrance. “She’s gushing, baby. So eager. Knows how good I can make her feel.”

At this point your legs start to feel unsteady. Your cunt clenches around nothing pathetically at his teasing ministrations, begging to be filled. You can feel his hardening length poking your rear and you can’t help but to torture him back by grinding your ass against his clothed crotch. His twitching cock and raspy moan is all the response you need to feel the sense of satisfaction and to plaster a smug smirk on your face.

”Y’sure you wanna be a tease?” Leon’s hand leaves your panties as he suddenly spins you around. Now with you facing him, you’re finally able to meet the gaze of his dilated pupils.

Smoldering and wanting.

Next moment his lips crush down onto yours, him practically licking into your mouth. Leon’s kisses all teeth and tongue, sucking the life out of you. You moan into his mouth, nibbling on his lower lip in revenge and gaining a low groan from him. His hands, as per usual, don’t waste any time—squeezing, groping and kneading any dough of flesh he reaches.

Without breaking the kiss, Leon’s hands settle on your hips, lifting you up and setting you on top of the counter. His kisses grow more desperate, so demanding your lips start to hurt yet you feel some kind of wicked masochistic pleasure in that. Your legs and arms wrap around his waist and neck, pulling him in, closer and closer, until his rock-hard dick presses against your soppy core, twitching relentlessly. You both moan in filthy unison at the friction, his baritone and your higher pitch blending into obscene melody.

Leon’s hand lifts your shirt up in one swift motion and frees your perky tits, cool air irritating your nipples even further. He savors the view for a few second before he latches onto one of the buds, rolling and twisting the another with his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it gently, eliciting more and more wanton moans from you. You bite on your palm in attempt to keep it quiet, but Leon immediately tugs on your wrist as soon as he notices it with his peripheral vision, your nipple still in his mouth.

“The kids…” You start worryingly, your voice so high and breathy it sounds pitiful.

“The kids are sleepin’ upstairs behind their soundproofed walls ‘cause I’ma thoughtful father who wants to wreck their mother’s pussy anytime and anywhere.” Leon bites on your nipple, making you whine and clutch his shoulders. No objections. You’re well aware your whole house is soundproofed because you two were indeed prudent. Yet anytime you heard yourself moan like that, you’d thought your kids will hear and get traumatized, the whole neighbourhood will report your household and a random meteoroid will land right in your living room. Leon never hesitated to remind your overthinking ass that none of that is ever gonna happen.

You’d never admit it but his dirty mouth always makes your cunt drip. Anything about him makes it drip, in fact. But once again, whatthefuckever.

You whimper once more as Leon switches his attention to your another nipple, feeling like you’re about to burst. Zero thoughts visit your head as you rub your crotch against his desperately, the outline of his thick cock only spurring you on because God bless them gray sweatpants.

Letting out another raw groan, Leon’s lips leave your halo with a wet pop; his kisses trailing lower towards your navel, him almost having to squat to reach your lower half.

”Lift your hips,” He orders in a hoarse voice, the one that makes you grow even wetter. You obey, leaning on his broad shoulders and shifting your weight onto your arms so that your bottom raises from the counter. Leon deftly tugs your yoga pants down along with soaked panties, the cold marble of the counter right under your cunt as the discarded clothing pools around your ankles.

Leon pulls you closer to his body, his fingers finding your pussy again, “Gon’ check on her, to see if she’s all nice and ready for me.”

“Always is,” You croak out, feeling his index finger prodding at your entrance. He pushes his digit in until its buried in your cunt to the knuckle and you yelp as your velvety walls tightly grip the intruder in a welcoming manner.

“Think you’re right,” Leon chuckles even though you can hear how his breath shudders. “She missed me, it seems. So goddamn tight, a finger barely fits yet takes my cock so fuckin’ good all the time. Pure magic.”

You absorb all his dirty words while a second rough finger joins, both now scissoring and curling inside you. You mewl at the feeling, your hips urging you to thrust forward because it’s not enough—it’s never enough.

Leon’s lips dance around your abdomen as he pistons his fingers in and out of you, slipping the third in the meantime but you’re too distracted by the feeling of his thumb suddenly finding your engorged clit, peeking out of its hood. He rubs it in tight circles, just enough pressure to make you wail somewhere into his shoulder, spreading your thighs wider as if it could help to increase the stimulation. His chapped lips worship your things and lower stomach, nibbling gently then licking in apology.

“So greedy,” Leon rasps, his thumb flicking over your clitoris accompanied by your curt moans. “Cum on my fingers. Soak ‘em, baby. Like a good fucking girl you are.”

Your things tremble, lips hang open and your clit’s so swollen and sensitive it’s maddening. If you’re gonna cum, you’re probably gonna explode as well.

But you do cum without exploding—all it takes a few more pumps of his fingers to your sloppy cunt and couple of circles firm to your clit. Your orgasm feels like a fucking hurricane Katrina. Your knees surely would buckle and lead you to falling if it wasn’t for you already sitting down.

“Face’s so pretty when you cum.” Leon’s thumbs rub your hipbones soothingly, waiting for you to come down from your high.

“You talk too much for someone who got a patch on his boxers.” You bite back, embarassed, despite still feeling dizzy as you tug on the waistband of his pants, taking a quick peek inside. But it’s true—you can see precum staining his underwear which clings to his cock already, highlighting his girthy shaft.

Leon smirks, “About to fix this problem right now.”

You sit there, perched up on the counter awkwardly as your husband lowers his pants down to his knees, now providing you a delicious view to his hard-on. Cotton of his boxers embraces his cock in the most inappropriate way ever and you feel even more slutty at the realization that you salivate at the sight of cock. Thick, wide and veiny. He didn’t even took his underwear off yet, but you had the image engraved into your mind.

You want to take his shirt off him. Badly. This is just a quickie, you remind yourself. Not exactly suitable time or place for body worshiping.

Leon finally rolls down his boxers and frees his aching length. It plops against his stomach, the head’s swollen and angry red. You bite on your lip, fingers twitching reflexively in want to touch. Like a fucking Pavlov dog.

Leon exhales through his parted lips, pads of his rough fingers fisting his shaft, him pulling off the foreskin as he gives himself a few sloppy pumps. Beads of precum form on the split insistently, and you can’t help but run the tip of your forefinger along his lengthy cock. That makes him groan lowly.

“Wider,” Leon nods to your thighs and you obey instantly, spreading your legs as wide as you can.

His strong arms gently cup the dip of your waist, one then leaving it to grasp his aching dick and to align it with your dripping entrance. He slides it against your slick folds lazily, smearing his precum and your natural lube. You moan drawlingly and rub against his cockhead, your clit growing erected once again.

“So fucking naughty,” Leon comments, his neck tilted to the side and eyes half-lidden. He slaps the head of his dick against your pussy lips a few times, and before you can beg him to just impale you on his cock, he pushes forward.

You moan as he sharply yet gently bottoms out in you, inch by torturous inch. Leon’s definitely bigger than average and taking him in is definitely a challenge but you could swear after all these years your cunt took shape of his cock. Your inner walls squeeze him eagerly, desperate to be full of him.

Leon lets out a growl himself, the inside of your pussy so snug and hot and wet. If he could spend his life buried balls-deep inside of you, he would.

“Don’t think I’ll last long,” Leon grunts as he finally starts moving, holding onto your waist. You wrap your legs around his torso, crossing them at ankles and pulling him in closer and closer, feeling him even deeper that way. Your arms find home around his neck, your fingers playing with the tufts of the hair on the back of it softly.

You both moan as Leon picks up the pace, his thrusts getting more purposeful. Your head rolls back a bit and your hands lower to his back, clutching his shirt and twirling your fingers around the fabric.

Leon’s blue orbs lock with your eyes, and your lips hastily meet, his tongue immediately making its way into wet cavern of your mouth. He swallows all your moans, taking the opportunity to delve into you harder and quicker.

Then he suddenly bends you backwards a little, changing the angle of your coupling slightly. Now the head of his cock kisses your cervix, stretching you even further and making you wail like a bitch in heat. Your cunt clenches desperately, that spongy spot deep inside of you getting pounded and you’re one leg in heaven, seeing stars and whatever is above. Hell would be more accurate probably, because do they even let people with such wanton cries in heaven?

Leon snarls at the sensation of your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. His swift fingers dissapear between your things, pinching your itching nub. You mewl, still pushing your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

“That’s fucking it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock while I play with that pretty li’l clit of yours.”

He rolls your numb clit with his two fingers. You whimper, and his lips find yours again as he finally rubs it deftly with his thumb.

You feel his cock twitch nestled by the neck of your womb. You squeeze his shoulders tighter, heat building in the pit of your stomach.

Leon’s lips detach from yours, his forehead resting against your forehead. He presses a few messy kisses to the bridge of your nose, his grip on your waist tightening.

”Gonna fill you up so good you’ll be walkin’ around dripping with my cum,” He promises as his cock brushes against your cervix once again.

Nothing rational wakes inside of you. You just mewl in encouragement.

Leon groans barely holding back from busting a nut deep inside of you, “Yeah? You’d like that, getting your cunt stuffed full?”

You moan as his cock’s thrusts match the pace of his ministrations with your clit.

“Yeah please,” You whine stupidly, full body trembling already.

“Wanna see my load dribbling out of you,” He groans into the crook of your neck. “Always so fucking sexy, makes me all hard again.”

You nod chaotically and squint, wanting him to just shut up because if he says one more filthy word you’ll lose it.

“What about fourth?” Leon suddenly asks.

Your eyes snap open, “Huh?”

”Fourth kid, y’know. I know you’ll probably go get plan B after I creampie you, but… Dunno. They grow so fast and…” He breathes heavily, you both on the edge yet now way more conscious than before. “Honestly just want to experience it all again. One last time. But I get it, labor’s hell and I hate seein’ you go through it, and I literally may get killed any moment with this fucking job, just…”

You shush him softly by pressing a finger to his lips.

“Thought you’d never ask. Jason saw Chris’ newborn that last time they came over and asked me how to spell ‘baby sister’ so he can ask Santa for her.” You chuckle shortly, remembering your son’s adorable antics. With having three boys, obviously you secretly wished for a little princess. Just never thought you and Leon were on the same page, especially after him drunk-rambling about him “being a potential corpse during every mission” once.

The way Leon’s eyes light up when you mention makes your heart go pitter-patter. You feel his cock twitch inside you in excitement and your face contorts in pleasure.

”He said that?” You nod and Leon smiles even wider. “Then it’s settled, huh?”

“I guess it is,” You smile back. “Spontaneity leads to great outcomes sometimes.”

Leon hums in affirmation and his lips graze the column of your throat, stubbled chin leaving a prickly sensation in its wake.

”And… It’s your lucky day, then,” You smirk.

”Huh?” Leon raises his head.

”I’m ovulating.” You explain with a giggle.

”That’s goddamn awesome. Puttin’ a baby in you. Right. Fuckin’. Now.” He rasps, last three words accentuated by sharp thrusts and your head lolls back again.

A few pushes of his dick, and you’re already so close that cumming feels like a life-supporting necessity.

“Leon, gonna…” You warn with a whine, scratching his back through his shirt slightly.

He growls, “Milk my cock for cum, yeah? That’s what you gon’ do? Squeeze the load of it and suck it deep so you’re swollen with our baby again?”

At this point you just moan like a broken record without even registering what the fuck he’s even saying.

His dick hits the spot and you see Leon reaching towards your clit, but there’s no even need.

Your cunt clenches around Leon’s length, gripping it tightly as you get crushed by the tidal wave of your finish. It’s so good your legs tremble. You feel Leon’s lips on your jaw through the haze but that feels incredibly distant.

Leon roars at the feeling of your pussy clasping around him. He pistons in and out a few times, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm.

And here it comes.

You feel jets of his hot viscid cum spilling inside, him groaning as he empties his balls deep in your pussy. He pushes inside some more times to make sure his release stays plugged inside of you.

You two stay like this for a few more moments, his face resting on the arch of your collarbone and your hands limp around his upper body.

With a hiss, Leon eventually pulls out. Some droplets of his cum manage to escape your fertile haven, and he doesn’t hesitate to push it back inside with his fingers.

Finally satisfied, he steps back, his now spent cock hanging flaccidly. Leon hastily tucks himself, tugging his boxers and pants back on. You still feel almost intoxicated, so just sit there awkwardly until Leon gets you back in your undies and sweats. You hum gratefully, wrapping yourself around him, all limp and sex-drunk.

Leon chuckles at that, “You sure you wanna keep this whole cake shebang goin’, baby? I mean I think we had quite a creampie, just not the one you originally intended to make.”

You scoff lazily, “Mindblowing sex does not reschedule your son’s birthday.”

“Never said it does, honey. But I think with your pussy serving my cock so well, I owe you big time. You just rest. Go take a shower, lay down, anything.” Leon pats your back and pecks your temple, holding you tight as you almost slip off the counter.

“Are you kidding me? You expect me to leave our kid without his cake?” You object, still snuggling against him.

”You won’t, baby. There’s this new bakery place I got you cheesecake from last week. Think they definitely have somethin’ good and birthday-suitable. I told you, just stop worryin’ your ass and go chill before I fuck your nervousness out of you again.” Leon grins, squeezing your buttcheek softly.

“...Okay,” You finally relent with a sigh. “But I’m baking something for your birthday, deal? It’s just in a month and I swear I’ll find some killa recipe so you’ll get so rapturous you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”

Leon laughs at that, the sound low and velvet. He pulls away a bit, cupping your face and looking you in the eyes.

”I’m pretty much satisfied with the pie we ended up having today, baby. But if you insist… Whatever you make is heaven. Thumbs up. And just so you know… There’s no way to make me more in love with you that I am now. Nobody else’s cunt I’d rather pound into.”

You smile, and so does Leon. He embraces you, warm and tight.

”Also… I think we surely did put a bun in the oven, huh? Quite the bakers, if I do say so myself.” Leon teases and you swat his chest playfully.

”You’re getting the vasectomy the day test shows positive.” You declare. “This time’s for sure.”

Leon laughs, kissing the top of your head lovingly as he rubs your belly, ”Yes ma’am.”

”Now go. The tastiest cake it is you’re getting or I’ll cut your balls off myself.” You shoo him jokingly and he salutes, blowing one last kiss to you.

You finally jump off the counter, heading upstairs to take a much-needed shower.

Baking indeed is a tedious activity.

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[keraawrites]

heyyy queen i js saw your workss & idk if u take requests but could you do a really REALLY obsessive eren with black readerrr?? 😭😭 your writing is really phenomenal too queen keep goinggg

You

Summary: You were his the moment he saw you. To you, it was fate that you met Eren, but to him? To him, everything was completely designed and manipulated by him. ۶ৎ Eren x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Slight violence (Not to reader), reader is a single mother, stalking, obsessed Eren, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, spying, missionary, doggy, cunnalings, oblivious reader, stripper, baby trapping

Babble; Hey girl, hope you like it x

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The first time Eren saw you, he wasn’t even supposed to be there.

It was Connie’s birthday, a half-assed plan that led to a night full of neon lights, bass-heavy music, and the scent of liquor clinging to sweat-slicked skin. He wasn’t interested in the celebration, not really. But then, you walked onto the stage, and he lost the ability to focus on anything else.

You weren’t looking at him—you weren’t looking at anyone in particular—but that didn’t matter. Because from that moment on, you belonged to him.

He hadn’t planned on this. He wasn’t the kind of man to get distracted, let alone obsessed. But there you were, completely unaware that you had just changed the course of his life.

He came back the next night. And the next. And the next.

It’s pathetic—he knows that—but obsession is an ugly thing.

But Eren didn't mind being ugly for you.

At first, it was just about seeing you, memorising the way your body moved, watching the way other men watched you. But then, curiosity turned into something deeper, something darker.

Eren didn’t just want to watch you anymore. He wanted to know you.

So, he followed you home one night. Not too close, just enough to see where you lived. A small apartment on the outskirts of town, tucked between a laundromat and a corner store. He stayed outside for hours, wondering what you were doing inside. If you were alone. If you were thinking about him the way he thought about you.

Then he started digging.

He found out your real name, not just the stage one. Learned where you went to school, who your friends were. And then, one day, as he sat parked outside your apartment, he saw something that made his stomach twist.

A child.

A little girl, no older than three, holding your hand as you walked her up the steps.

Eren had never considered that you had something—someone—waiting for you. The thought made his blood run hot, his jaw tightening with something ugly and possessive.

But it didn’t change anything.

It just meant he had more to protect.

You huffed as you finally stepped off stage, rolling your shoulders to shake off the weight of another long shift. The night had been a successful one—money rained, hands reached, and men gawked. Same as always.

Sometimes, you hated yourself for it. Stripping for men who were married, engaged, or just too pathetic to go home to their girlfriends. Men who would rather throw money at you for a fleeting fantasy than put in the effort to love the women waiting for them.

But then, you remembered why you did it.

Your phone lit up the second you unlocked it, and the first thing you saw was a picture of your daughter grinning at the camera. A message from your sister followed right after.

She’s been out for hours; don’t worry, you can come get her in the morning.

You smiled, relief easing the tightness in your chest. You were a single mother, juggling work and school, and this was how you kept food on the table. Your friend Historia had been the one to convince you to try it, going on and on about the rich men who threw money at her just to watch her dance.

It was supposed to be temporary. A couple of nights, at most. But then nights turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and now you were one of the regulars' favorites.

Your gaze flickered down to the cash buried at your feet. You and the other girls were already counting your earnings for the night. Lately, you'd been raking in more than usual—not that you were complaining.

“And there you have it, folks—the best dancer out there,” Historia teased, nudging you with her shoulder.

You giggled, shoving her back. “Oh, come off it. There was a bachelor party tonight, and I did a lot of lap dances. It’s probably all from that.”

Historia hummed knowingly, looping her arm with yours as you both made your way out of the club. The bouncer nodded as you passed, and the two of you stepped into the cool night air, the scent of cigarette smoke and lingering cologne still clinging to your skin.

“I still don’t get why you park so far away,” you mused. “You do know we have parking, right?”

Historia scoffed. “Yeah, and if a guy sees what car I drive, he’ll be waiting for a ‘private lesson.’ I am not about to go to jail for killing some dude who can’t take no for an answer.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you walked her to her car. The streetlights flickered above you, casting shadows across the pavement.

By the time you started your own walk home, exhaustion clung to your bones, making every step heavier than the last. The streets were nearly empty, the silence stretching too thin. That was when you heard them.

Footsteps.

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to confirm what you already knew. But the panic creeping up your spine made your breath hitch, your fingers curling around the strap of your purse.

Before you could move, another set of footsteps cut through the silence.

A figure stepped between you and whoever had been following—a man, broad-shouldered, with long brown hair and piercing green eyes. He didn’t even look at you at first, just over his shoulder, gaze sharp and assessing.

Then, he turned, expression softening.

“You alright?” His voice was smooth, calm.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing. “I—I think that guy—”

“He’s gone now.” He offered you a reassuring smile. “You should be careful walking alone this late.”

Relief flooded through you, making your knees weak. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Let me walk you home,” he said easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just to be safe.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know him. But something about him felt… safe. Like you could trust him.

So, you let him.

Because the first time you met Eren Yeager, the alarm bells were silent.

He walked half a step behind you, just close enough that you could feel the quiet reassurance of his presence. Every now and then, your eyes flickered toward him, taking in the way the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp features. He was handsome—undeniably so—but there was something else about him, something that made your pulse stutter in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m Eren, by the way.” He glanced at you, waiting for your name in return.

You hesitated for only a moment before offering it, watching as his lips curled into a slow, pleased smile. He already knew it, of course. Had whispered it to himself more times than he could count, tracing the syllables in his mind like a prayer.

“It suits you,” he murmured.

You laughed softly, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Eren shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Just… you seem like the type of person who makes a name their own.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “That’s oddly poetic for someone who just scared off a creep.”

A small chuckle left him, effortless and warm. “What can I say? I contain multitudes.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few blocks. He let you set the pace, let you feel like you had control of the situation—like this was just a chance encounter, a stroke of luck on an otherwise unsettling night.

And you believed it.

That was the best part.

“Here’s me.” You gestured toward your building, already fishing out your keys. “Thanks again for, y’know… all of that.”

Eren tilted his head, expression unreadable. “You don’t have to thank me. Just be safe, alright?”

There was something so genuine in the way he said it that you felt a pang of guilt for doubting him at all. You nodded, smiling as you stepped inside, giving him one last glance before the door shut behind you.

Eren didn’t move right away.

Instead, he watched as the light in your window flickered on, his fingers twitching at his sides. He could see the faint silhouette of you moving inside, hear the faint sound of your voice when you called your sister to check on your daughter.

It took everything in him not to stay there all night.

But he didn’t have to.

Because this was just the beginning.

And soon enough, you wouldn’t just see him as a stranger in the night.

You’d see him as exactly what he was—an irreplaceable part of your life.

Eren remembers when he saw you again by 'coincidence'. It was your local farmers market; the surprise was evident on your face, but he remembered the way your eyes shifted to him, the way he intrigued you.

"Fancy seeing you again." His voice was smooth, casual, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression—something unreadable.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide. As pathetic as it sounded, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him. And how could you? Even now, dressed down in a grey tracksuit with his long hair tied back, he looked like he’d stepped out of a damn daydream.

"This is the closest farmers market to me, which I’m grateful for because of her." You gestured to your daughter, still knocked out in the shopping cart.

Eren’s gaze softened, something deep and unshakable tightening in his chest. She was so small, so peaceful—completely unaware of the man staring at her like she already belonged to him.

“She’s adorable,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Probably keeps you up all hours, huh?”

You huffed a tired laugh. “You have no idea.”

Eren hummed, but his mind was already somewhere else—picturing a morning where he’d wake up next to you, your daughter climbing into bed between you both, babbling about something only a toddler could make sense of. The thought was dangerous, intoxicating.

You grabbed a carton of strawberries, setting them in the cart before glancing at him. “So, you cook?”

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah, I like to.”

"That's impressive. A man that looks like you and can cook? You're a rare breed.”

Eren chuckled, but his gaze darkened slightly. You had no idea just how rare he was. No idea that he wouldn’t let you find anyone else like him—because you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

"Well," he shrugged, "if you ever want a home-cooked meal, I’d be happy to make you something."

You hesitated, surprised by the offer. “Oh, that’s really sweet, but—”

“No pressure,” Eren cut in smoothly. “Just putting it out there.”

You chewed on your bottom lip before glancing at your sleeping daughter. The thought of a meal you didn’t have to cook yourself was tempting—almost too tempting. But you barely knew him.

Still, the idea of seeing him again made your stomach flutter.

"I'll think about it," you teased, throwing him a look.

His smirk widened slightly. "That’s all I ask."

It hadn't taken long for you to text Eren, agreeing to your date. Not that he was surprised. Now here he was, standing outside your apartment, gaze softening as he looked over you. His head slightly tilted, taking in the sight of you.

"You look beautiful." He watched as you bit your lip, trying to hide the smile on your face as you let him in.

His gaze swept across your apartment—not out of curiosity, but habit.

Eren hadn't waited that long before he was letting himself into your apartment.

Not that he would call it breaking and entering.

No, Eren simply needed to make sure you were safe, that you and your daughter had a good place to live.

That’s what he told himself as he moved through your home like it was his own.

He had touched everything. Gone through your drawers, flipped through your mail, opened your fridge just to see what you had stocked.

He’d smoothed his hands over the bedsheets you slept in, pressed his fingers against the lace underwear folded neatly in your dresser.

And as he went, he left little pieces of himself behind.

Tiny cameras, nestled so perfectly in the corners of your living room, your bedroom, your bathroom.

Little windows into your life, allowing him to watch you at any moment.

He snapped out of his memory as he watched you move across the room. His eyes caught sight of your daughter’s toys neatly stacked in a corner, the small pink blanket draped over the couch—her little world, nestled safely inside his.

He brought his attention back to you, holding up the bag of food.

“I cooked enough for all of us,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind.”

Your eyes widened slightly before they softened with something warm.

“You actually cooked? Thought we'd just order takeout.”

Eren smirked. “Of course. Have to keep up my first impressions.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you led him to the kitchen.

Dinner went smoothly—better than he had expected.

Your daughter adored him, just as he knew she would.

She clung to him quickly, her giggles filling the apartment as he played along with her little games, asking about her stuffed animals like they were old friends.

And you—

You watched him.

You watched the way he handled her with ease, the way he cut her food into tiny pieces without a second thought, the way he was patient, gentle, attentive.

Like he had always been meant to be here.

When bedtime rolled around, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her in, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of the living room.

The moment stretched.

Neither of you moved to fill it.

Eren leaned back into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his gaze locked on you.

Your lips parted slightly; his gaze darkened as he watched your tongue poke out and wet your lips. Fuck, it was taking everything in him but you surprised him, you kissed him first.

It was hesitant at first, uncertain, but Eren felt the moment your body melted into his, the moment hesitation turned into something deeper.

Something desperate.

He pulled you closer, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your top, brushing against your bare skin.

A sharp inhale left you, your hands fisting in his hoodie as his tongue flicked against yours, deepening the kiss.

You let out a soft, breathy moan—fuck.

He needed to hear it again.

He wanted to hear it on loop, playing through the hidden speakers of his mind while he watched you over and over and over—

But then, suddenly, you pulled back.

Your face flushed as your eyes darted anywhere but him.

Eren’s jaw clenched as he watched you force yourself to put space between you.

"I-I haven't had a date in a very long time and I don't wanna fuck it up.”

His voice was smooth, controlled. “You're not gonna fuck it up mama, promise.”

You swallowed still avoiding his gaze.

But he reached for you again, cupping your chin, tilting your face back toward him.

He kissed you—soft this time, slow and lingering, like he was sealing something in place.

“I’d love to take you out again.” He murmured against your lips

You let out a breathless laugh, odding. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And just like that, he had you.

Right where he wanted.

Eren had taken you out again, and each time, he could see how deep your affection for him had grown. It hadn’t even been a full month since you started dating, but he could already feel the way you leaned on him, the way you reached for him in subtle ways.

The goodnight texts. The way you never let too many hours pass without messaging him. How you let him drop you off and pick you up from work without protest now.

At first, you had hesitated when he offered to pick you up. He saw the uncertainty in your eyes, the way your lips parted as if you wanted to say something but weren’t sure how. You were scared—afraid to tell him what you actually did for a living.

As if he didn’t already know.

But when you finally admitted it, the relief on your face was instant. His answer had been simple, easy.

"I don’t care."

And from that night forward, the bouncers got used to his face.

Your daughter adored him too. It didn’t take long for her to start calling him “Daddy Eren,” and something primal settled deep inside of him the first time he heard it. He was already so intertwined in your life, but hearing it from her tiny mouth, seeing the way she clung to him when he dropped her off at daycare, the way she begged for bedtime stories whenever he was over—it solidified something in him.

He belonged here.

And you didn’t even realize just how permanent he had made himself.

The buzzing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts, and his eyes darkened when he saw the picture you’d sent him.

A short, tight purple dress clung to your body like a second skin, hugging every curve. Your blonde braids that matched your skin tone perfectly, framed your face, accentuating the pout on your full lips as you posed just right.

Can’t wait to see you.

Fuck.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, already hard beneath his jeans. You had been loosening up over the past few weeks, your touches lingering longer, your kisses more desperate. Heavy petting and long make-out sessions had left him on the verge of ruining himself more than once.

He palmed himself roughly, groaning lowly as he brought your panties to his nose.

He had been in your apartment for a while now—long enough that your scent surrounded him, sweet and intoxicating. It clung to your couch cushions, the blankets draped over the side of your bed. His fingers ghosted over your belongings like a lover’s touch, reverent and possessive.

He remembered the first time he found your underwear. Delicate lace. Soft cotton. Colors he knew contrasted beautifully against your warm, deep skin.

The first time he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, then against his cheek.

The first time he brought them to his nose, inhaling you—raw, intimate, intoxicating. It had sent a shiver down his spine, his body going taut with need.

Just like now.

He exhaled sharply, stuffing your panties into his pocket before pulling himself together. He had to pick you up soon.

The drive to the club was automatic, muscle memory. He was there before your shift had ended, already seated in his usual dark corner.

He nursed a drink he never touched, eyes locked onto you.

He loved watching you work—loved the slow, teasing roll of your hips, the way you commanded the stage. He loved watching men reach for you only to be swerved, their greedy hands left empty.

Until he showed up.

Older. Cocky. Entitled.

Eren saw it the second the man got too close. You were used to this, flashing a polite smile as you placed a gentle hand on his chest to keep your distance. But he didn’t get the hint. He leaned in too far, whispered something in your ear.

You tensed—just for a second—before stepping back with a laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Eren knew that laugh.

It was the one you used when you were uncomfortable.

His vision went red.

By the time he realised he had moved, he was already following the man.

The alley was dark, secluded.

No one saw Eren slip in behind him.

No one heard the struggle, the way the man choked on his own screams as Eren’s fingers crushed his throat, stealing the breath from his lungs.

No one noticed when he left the alleyway alone.

And when he returned, you were just finishing up, completely unaware that the man who had made you uncomfortable would never be coming back.

You smiled when you saw him, instantly walking into his arms. His place. Where you belonged.

“Hey, baby,” you murmured, voice sweet and warm, completely oblivious to the blood still drying beneath his nails. “Ready to go?”

Eren pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply, his fingers flexing around your waist.

“Always.”

Eren watched as you entered your apartment, he hadn't seen you in a couple of days. You had to spend the weekend with your mum and it was driving him nuts that he didn't have a visual on you.

Well, you did FaceTime and text him many times but he missed watching you move naturally.

But now his skin came alive as you entered the apartment. He remembers you telling him that you were gonna drop your daughter off at daycare before coming home.

The camera feed followed your every step as you dropped your bag by the door and headed straight for the fridge. Probably thirsty from the drive back. You sighed when you pulled open a stack of mail—bills, most likely. His jaw clenched at the thought. He had more than enough to take care of you. It was only a matter of time before he convinced you to let him.

The cameras shifted as you made your way to your bedroom, you phone steady in your palm but the minute you opened your bedroom door you froze.

His brows furrowed as he watched the stillness of your body. Your hands begin to shake as you fumble with your phone and run back into the living room.

Eren felt the buzz of his phone, his eyes darting to the caller before he shifted back to his computer.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted smoothly, as if he wasn’t watching you.

“Eren.” Your voice was shaky, laced with fear. “I—I just got home, and my bedroom window was open.”

His grip tightened around his phone. He knew you closed your windows when you weren't home, and he forgot to close it last night after he left.

“Are you sure you didn’t just forget to close it?” He kept his tone even, already anticipating your response.

“No, I know I locked it, I always lock it when I'm not home.” You insisted. “I’m freaking out. What if someone was in here? What if—”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted, his voice turning soothing. “It’s okay. I’m coming over right now.”

You exhaled, the sound of relief evident through the phone. “I just… I need you Ren."

He could feel the blood in his ears, the softness of your voice went straight to his cock. He continued to speak to you, his car keys rattling in his hands as he raced to his car.

He could hear the way your breathing elevated; he could now hear the busyness of your street, knowing you stepped outside rather than to wait inside with a possible 'intruder'.

The moment he pulled up outside your apartment, his eyes immediately found you. You stood just outside the entrance, arms wrapped around you, shifting anxiously on your feet. The sight made something dark and possessive coil in his chest.

He stepped out of the car, and the second your eyes met his, you hurried over. Without a word, you buried yourself in his arms, clutching at his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Eren exhaled slowly, wrapping himself around you, his hand smoothing over the curve of your back. “I’m here,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “You’re okay.”

You nodded against his chest, but your grip didn’t loosen. “I just… I couldn’t sit in there alone.”

His heart hammered, his lips twitching into the smallest smirk over your head.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, guiding you toward the door. “I’ll check everything.”

You didn’t let go of him as he unlocked the door, staying close behind as he stepped inside first. He moved through your apartment with careful ease, playing the part of the protective boyfriend while discreetly checking for his own mistakes.

The cameras were still perfectly hidden. The small traces he’d left—your underwear he had pocketed, the slight shift in your blankets—none of it was noticeable. But the window. That was his only slip-up. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Eren double-checked every lock, every window, making a show of it just for you. He even peeked into your closet, your bathroom, anywhere an intruder might be hiding.

Finally, he turned to you, his expression soft, reassuring. “All clear, baby,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along your arm. “No one’s here.”

Your shoulders sagged with relief, your lips parting as you took a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

He could still see the uncertainty in your eyes; he didn't even have to say much, his hands steady against your waist as he eased you down. You were still trembling slightly, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you tried to steady your breathing

“I feel so stupid,” you murmured, as the movie continued “I probably overreacted. It was just a window, and nothing’s missing. I just—”

Eren turned to you, his hands palming the side of your face as he cut off your self-doubt with a firm look. “Don’t do that,” he said, voice low, unwavering. “You were scared. You did the right thing calling me.”

Your lips pressed together, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Yeah, but—”

“No ‘but,’” he interrupted smoothly, his hands finding yours, thumbs brushing along your knuckles. “If you ever feel unsafe, you call me. Always. I don’t care what time it is, where I am—I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around his instinctively. He meant it. You could see it in the way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he always showed up.

You leaned forward before you could second-guess yourself, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips. Eren inhaled sharply, but he didn’t hesitate—his hands cupped your face instantly, deepening the kiss as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

Your body relaxed against him, the fear from earlier melting away as warmth spread through you. Eren’s lips were slow, deliberate, savoring every second of your mouth against his.

But then you shifted, your legs parting slightly, and he felt the heat of your body through your shorts. A low, quiet groan rumbled from his throat, and his grip tightened, fingers sliding to the back of your neck.

The kiss grew heavier, needier, his tongue slipping past your lips as he guided you back against the couch. His body hovered over yours, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other ghosted down your thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips, voice strained, heated.

But you didn’t. Instead, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back down, pressing your body flush against his.

Eren’s lips trailed down your jaw, hot and eager, teeth grazing your pulse as his hands found the hem of your shirt. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, palms sliding against your soft skin as he pushed it higher—exposing more of you.

His breath was heavy against your neck, his body tensed with restraint. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmured, voice thick with need.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling between your thighs as his hands wandered higher, you bit your lip, arching into his touch.

“Then touch me,” you whispered.

Eren growled low in his throat, his patience snapping as his hands gripped your thighs, parting them effortlessly. His mouth found yours again, lips hungry, desperate, as he settled between your legs.

His hands slipped under your shirt fully, his rough palms skimming up the smooth skin of your stomach. He pushed the fabric higher, stopping just below your chest, his lips never leaving yours as he swallowed every soft sound you made.

You gasped when his fingers traced the underside of your breasts, his touch slow, teasing—driving you insane.

“Eren,” you breathed, impatience seeping into your voice.

He pulled back slightly, his green eyes dark with want as they flickered down to your parted lips, your heaving chest, the way your thighs instinctively clenched around his hips. His restraint was hanging by a thread.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice rough as his hands squeezed your waist, thumbs stroking your skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

You shivered, arching into his touch. “Then show me.”

He surged forward, lips claiming yours in a kiss that was all hunger, all need. His hands finally moved, pushing your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought.

His breath hitched when he took you in, eyes raking over your bare skin like he was committing the sight to memory. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands finding your thighs again, parting them wider as he pressed his hips against yours.

You felt all of him. Hard, heavy, and straining against his jeans. The friction sent a spark of heat up your spine, and you let out a soft whimper that made Eren curse under his breath.

“Mama,” he growled, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He nipped at your skin, his tongue soothing over every mark, his hands gripping your waist like he was trying to ground himself.

His mouth traveled lower, over the curve of your breasts, his hands slipping beneath the band of your shorts. His fingers toyed with the fabric.

You squirmed beneath him. “Eren, please,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Eren let out a strained chuckle, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured, “So impatient.” But he was just as desperate. His hands yanked down your shorts in one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him.

His eyes darkened, his tongue swiping over his lips as he took you in. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

You whimpered, heat pooling in your stomach as he spread your legs wider, his body shifting lower.

“Let me taste you,” he rasped, his breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot. “I need to taste you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you, and all coherent thoughts disappeared.

Eren groaned the moment his tongue made contact with you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pinned you down. His movements were slow at first—lazy, almost—like he had all the time in the world to savor you. He licked a long, teasing stripe before closing his lips around your clit, sucking softly.

Your back arched, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. “Eren—”

“Shh, baby,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with hunger. “Let me make you feel good.”

He dived back in, his tongue flicking and circling, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure. His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as he feasted on you like a man starved.

You were already trembling, your body reacting to him so quickly, so easily.

Eren moaned against you, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure up your spine. “So sweet,” he groaned, his tongue delving deeper. “So fucking perfect.”

Your hands found his hair, tugging at the strands as pleasure built inside you. “Eren—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his voice breathless, desperate. “Cum for me, baby.”

With one last flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your body arched off the couch, pleasure ripping through you as he kept going, licking and sucking you through your orgasm.

Only when your thighs trembled and your breathing came out in shaky gasps did he finally pull away. His lips were slick, his chin wet, and the look in his eyes was pure, unfiltered lust.

“Fuck,” he breathed, running his hands up your thighs before gripping your waist. “I need to be inside you.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you again, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn’t care—all you wanted was him.

Eren wasted no time, undoing his jeans with one hand while the other gripped your hip. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark, burning. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you need me.”

Your heart pounded, heat pooling between your legs again as you whispered, “I need you, Eren.”

It felt like those were the words he had waited his whole life to hear.

In one swift motion, he was inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. A guttural groan left his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers tightening around your hips.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping to your shoulder as he fought to keep himself together. “You feel so good.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the stretch. He was thick, heavy inside you, the perfect fit.

Eren pulled back just slightly before thrusting forward again, setting a slow but deep rhythm that had you gasping. His hands roamed your body, he could feel the ways your walls clenched around his cock.

Fuck. You pussy made the prettiest sounds.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dripping with possession. “You belong to me.”

You could only moan in response, lost in the way he was making you feel.

Eren smirked, his pace picking up. “Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming rougher, more desperate. “Say you’re mine.”

Your body was on fire, the pleasure overwhelming as you gasped, “I’m yours, Eren. I’m all yours.”

A dark, satisfied groan left his lips as he grabbed your thighs, pushing them up so he could fuck you deeper, harder.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, his thrusts relentless. “Now let’s see how many times I can make you cum tonight.”

Eren didn't slow down, not even when your legs started trembling around him, not even when you whimpered from overstimulation. If anything, it only spurred him on.

"You can take it," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding them up so he could fuck into you even deeper. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

You nodded frantically, your nails clawing at his back as another wave of pleasure built inside you. He was relentless, thrusting into you with deep, precise strokes that made your head spin.

"Eren—fuck, I'm—"

"I know, baby," he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. "Cum for me again. Let me feel it."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that sent you over the edge instantly. Your whole body tensed, back arching as a loud, broken moan ripped from your throat. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Eren cursed under his breath, watching the way your body tightened around him, how your slick coated his length. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he gritted out, his rhythm faltering for just a second before he picked up the pace again.

You barely had time to come down from your high before he was flipping you over onto your stomach. A gasp left your lips as he pressed his body against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

One of his hands slid under your stomach, lifting your hips so you were on your knees, your cheek pressed against the couch. Then, without warning, he slid back inside you, dragging a long, needy moan from your lips.

"Fuck, you feel even better like this," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. He pulled back slowly before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you again.

Your hands scrambled against the cushions, your breath coming out in short, desperate pants. "Eren—oh my God—"

"Shh," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "Just take it, baby. Let me make you feel good."

His pace was rougher now, more desperate. Your moans became louder as his cock kept hitting that spongy spot in your cervix. He was chasing his own release, groaning he looked down noticing how your ass bounced back against him.

He needed you to fall apart one more time before he let himself go. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit again.

"You gonna give me one more?" he asked, his voice dark with lust. "I know you can."

You whimpered, to drunk on his cock to even remember nodding helplessly as his fingers worked you, his cock hitting deep, perfect spots inside you. The pleasure was too much—your body was shaking, your mind foggy, completely lost in him.

"That's it," Eren gritted out, feeling you tighten around him again. "Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum—"

His hips faltered, and you felt him twitch inside you, his breath hot against your back. "Where do you want it?" he asked, voice strained. "Tell me where I can come, baby."

You barely had to think. "Inside," you gasped, your fingers tightening against the couch cushions. "I'm on birth control—just fill me up."

Eren’s movements stilled for half a second before he let out a dark, satisfied hum. His lips curled into a smirk against your shoulder.

Birth control? He let out a dark chuckle, finding it cute that you hadn't even realised the change in your little white pills.

eah, that’s what you thought. But weeks ago, he’d switched out your pills with regular vitamins, making sure every single dose you took was useless. You had no idea.

Something primal stirred inside him at the thought. You were his, and soon, you’d be swollen with his child, tied to him in the most permanent way possible. He had no intention of letting you go—not now, not ever.

"Good girl," he rasped, his grip on your hips tightening. "Gonna take all of it for me, huh?"

You moaned in response, pushing back against him, and that was all he needed.

The moment you came, Eren followed, a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as he buried himself inside you one last time. He spilled inside you with a shudder, his hands gripping your waist so tight you were sure there’d be marks.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the soft hum of the city outside.

Eren pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he slowly lowered both of you onto the couch. His body was heavy against yours, warm and solid, but you didn’t mind. You liked the weight of him, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.

"You okay?" he murmured against your skin.

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "I think you broke me."

Eren smirked, nuzzling into your neck. "Good. That way, you'll always remember who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes, but the way your heart fluttered told you that maybe you liked hearing that a little too much.

Eren didn’t move for a while, keeping you wrapped in his arms, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Then, after a long moment of comfortable silence, he murmured, “Move in with me.”

Your breath hitched, your body going still beneath him. "What?"

Eren lifted his head, his green eyes intense as they met yours. "Move in with me," he repeated, his voice soft but firm. "I don’t want you here alone. I don’t want you struggling with bills. I want you two with me."

Your lips parted, but no words came out. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

Eren leaned in, brushing a kiss against your lips, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Say yes."

He didn't even need an actual response; he could see it in your eyes, feel the way your body softened into him. You would say yes, because you were his. Entirely.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi angel! Could you do another club mom reader and sevika during their actual wedding. They got married but I don’t think we ever saw the wedding!

It’s lowkey disgustingly cute. The girls help them both get ready. I imagine the girls convincing club mom reader to let them do that thing where they take sexy polaroids of reader, and hand them to sevika throughout the night

- 🐥

CUTEEEE i'm so glad u guys like stories about marrying sevika as much as i do sometimes i worry i write about it too much hahha

men and minors dni

"mom, you look incredible!" frosty gasps. you snort.

when you showed your girls the outfit you picked out for the ceremony they nodded and hummed happily. and now that you're showing them the lingerie you plant to wear underneath your wedding outfit, they're all tearing up and squealing.

"you might end up killing her in that one, mom." trinity giggles.

"your ass looks amazing!" cherry gasps.

you can't stop laughing. you hadn't even planned on wearing any special underwear under your wedding outfit, but upon hearing this news, buttercup smacked you and demanded she take you shopping.

now, a week later, you're finally showing all your girls what you've settled on; only because they've all piled into the little 'getting ready' room you're preparing for your wedding in.

fuck, you can't believe the big day is here.

you and sevika wanted something small and simple. your girls had other plans. now, you're in a rented out ball room, getting ready to profess your love to sevika in front of almost every relative, customer, and friend you know. half of zaun is here.

a camera flashes and you cringe. "fuck are you doing?" you ask, turning to glare at cherry. she giggles.

"somethin' special for your bride." she says with a shrug. you huff.

"leave her alone, i'm sure she's shitting herself wherever she is." you whine.

crystal giggles and passes you a little polaroid photo. you giggle looking down at the picture of your wife, grumpily glaring at herself in a mirror while she tries to tie a tie around her neck.

"please tell me you helped her." you laugh. crystal snorts.

"only after she broke the mirror in frustration."

you gasp, and your girls burst into laughter. "is she okay?" you squeak, pushing through the gaggle of girls gathered to watch you dress. "is she bleeding?" you ask as you try to get to your lover.

trinity grabs you by the elbow, tugging you back in the room. "she's fine mom, relax. plus, you're half naked."

"sevika wouldn't mind that." you pout.

your girls cackle.

the ceremony is a disaster.

buttercup gets too close to a candle, and all the hairspray she'd put in her hair ignites into an explosion of flames.

cherry trips and falls as she walks you down the aisle, twisting her ankle so bad that a few people have to haul her back to her feet and drag her the rest of the way down.

your officiant, some lawyer who's always visiting your club, shows up blackout drunk. he's barely able to read the lines off his cards.

but... you don't care. because the moment sevika sees you, a grin brighter than the fire in buttercups' hair breaks across her face.

"this is a disaster." she whispers to you as your officiant stumbles through his words. you snort.

"of course it is. it's us." you giggle.

sevika leans forward to kiss you, and the crowd erupts into applause. the officiant huffs.

"you're supposed to wait 'til the end." he grumbles.

at your reception, you sit in sevika's lap, cackling at the various speeches your girls give you-- all in various states of inebriation. they're sweet and sappy and a little scandalous, but nobody expects anything different from a group of strippers.

at one point, sevika leans over to whisper in your ear. "y'know... the girls have been passing me polaroids of you in that lacy shit you're wearing under this all night." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i think they were trying to do the same for me, but you intimidated them out of more than one once you smashed a mirror."

sevika cackles and leans in to kiss you. the crowd surrounding you bursts into cheers. she chuckles against your lips. "wanna get outta here?" she asks.

"our own wedding!?" you cackle.

she shrugs. "you look fuckin' delicious in those pictures, and tonight's been a mess anyways."

you laugh. "well, when you put it that way..."

sevika doesn't let you finish your sentence before she's scooping you over her shoulder and hauling ass out of the ballroom.

you cackle. your guests hoot and wolf-whistle as you wave them all goodbye.

kofi

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[ramazottin]

HERE'S ALL THE FORSAKEN LORE I COULD FIND!!!(updated version)

NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTERS

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THE SPECTRE

-There's a character named the spectre who controls everything in forsaken and is the cause of all the characters being kept in a purgatory-like loop. The spectre doesn't have a physical form. Their design is left up to interpertation.

-The spectre makes the rules. It can give or take away items/abilites. This is also the lore reason why there's punishments, cooldowns, etc. ingame. (An example for a punishment could be chance getting weakness from the coin flip)

-A majority of the character's items were granted by the spectre.

-The spectre doesn't have a favorite survivor or killer, though it prefers the ones who are more emotional.

-The spectre doesn't like Guest1337 for some reason.

-The spectre chooses who gets forsakened by negative feelings like guilt or grief.

-The killers aren't punished for losing rounds because the spectre doesn't have time to punish them.

JANE DOE

-She's not in the game yet, but she has been confirmed to be an NPC.

-She is married to John Doe.

-She would say no if someone asked to marry her and would probably cuss them out.

KILLERS

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C00LKIDD

c00lkidd (ck for short) is an adopted son from a single father with childlike curiosity, but with the strength of a monster. He appears as a red, flesh-like humanoid that can kill fast and traverse fast. He is known for his association with a vandalization group called "team c00lkidd". c00lkidd is not fully aware of what he's doing, as he believes he's just roughhousing and thinks everyone he kills is just tired out and taking a nap. In Forsaken's lore, c00lkidd is only 10 years old. The reason his skin is red is because he was born with a skin condition. He was also abandoned at birth due to his skin condition.

Relationship with 007n7: c00lkidd showed up at 007n7's doorstep as a pillbaby. 007n7 decided to adopt c00lkidd. c00lkidd loves his father very much, even after being forsakened.

Relationship with Elliot: In Forsaken, c00lkidd would hack into the computers in work at a pizza place to mess with Elliot. He would also show the “Join team c00lkid” image on all the screens.

Relationship with Jason: Jason finds c00lkidd a bit loud and annoying, but he still enjoys his presence nonetheless.

Relationship with 1x1x1x1: 1x sometimes lets c00lkidd play with their minions. 1x also seems to be kinder and more sensitive towards c00lkidd.

Relationship with John Doe: c00lkidd is scared of John Doe, because his father(007n7) used to tell c00lkidd scary stories about John Doe.

Random fun facts:

-c00lkidd likes dirt cake, which is made with crushed up cookies (preferably in a dark color), pudding, and gummy worms. The cookies represents dirt and the gummy worms resemble live earthworms.

-The sword coolkid uses is the firebrand from SFOTH.

-c00lkidd loved reindeers, being mentioned when you buy the Reindeer skin of 007n7.

-c00lkidd likes stickers, his favorites are the hello kitty ones.

-c00lkidd thinks it would be really awesome to do a round with all the killers, but the others prefer solo since their styles clash with eachother.

-c00lkidd had a drakobloxxer phase(kinda like how some kids have a dinasour phase). The red ones were his favorite.

-c00lkidd thinks the sword he has is a cool stick.

-If someone asked c00lkidd for a timeout during a round, he would wait for around 10 seconds before growing impatient and continuing to “play tag” with the survivors.

-When c00lkidd gets stunned/two time comes back to life, he thinks they're playing unfairly.

-If c00lkidd knew he was hurting people, he would cry in fear and be very sorry.

-The reason c00lkidd looks more unhealthy in game compared to how he used to look before being forsakened, is because of the spectre.

-c00lkidd likes to eat junk food, so 007n7 lets him eat it. But 007n7 sneaks in a couple vegetables in c00lkidd's food so he can get his nutrients.

-c00lkidd would randomly explain fnaf lore to 007n7.

-c00lkidd thought it was cool to swear until 007n7 caught him and grounded him.

-c00lkidd doesn't have a favorite ice cream flavour, he likes all of them. (Because he just likes sugar.)

-c00lkidd slowly realizes what he's done after a round ends.

-c00lkidd can ball.

-c00lkidd eats his boogers…

-007n7 would have bough c00lkidd one of those electric pianos but he wouldn't have bothered to learn.

-c00lkidd is the friendliest killer.

-The first thing c00lkidd did when he got the c00lgui was to start messing with Elliot.

-c00lkidd is the most likely to use brainrot slang.

-If Chance offered c00lkidd a poker game for his survival, c00lkidd would accept. He would play, but then he would get mad since he doesn't actually know how to play.

-The killers are also trapped in this loop alongside the survivors. They all have their own personal limbos that they go to after the match is over. C00lkidd's limbo is just his life before he was forsakened.

-The survivors wouldn't let Two Time cook, but they would let c00lkidd cook. (As long as he's supervised by 007n7, I guess.)

-c00lkidd can eat 77 lollipops at once.

-c00lkidd prefers sprite over fanta.

-The pizza minions are just clones of himself

-His eyes and mouth are sunken in. He kind of resembles a meat monster. (He does have skin, he's not just meat. His skin is just weird and wrinkly.)

-c00lkidd still recognizes 007n7 as his father.

-c00lkidd would want to be like his father when he grows up.

The "join team coolkidd today!" text on ck's torso was a shirt but as the spectre modified his body it became melded with his flesh

1X1X1X1

The physical manifestation of pure malice, hatred, and negativity himself; the one who despises no one else more than the former admin, Shedletsky. With the daemonshank in his hands, they can summon beings of rot from the deceased, as well as target survivors from afar, poisoning them in ta he process. When she kills you, 1x fills your head with poison then crushes it. 1x1x1x1 is genderfluid

Relationship with Shedletsky: 1x absolutely despises Shedletsky. He is a manifestation of Shedletsky's hatred, after all. He feels nothing but pure hatred and malice towards Shedletsky.

This is a direct quote from the answers channel(from the discord): “why does 1x hate shedletsky?” To which the answer was: “something something four dimensional dickhead. Idk he's a bitch or something.”

I have no idea who the bitch is in this situation, shedletsky or 1x? I guess we'll never know😭

Relationship with c00lkidd: 1x sometimes lets c00lkidd play with their minions. 1x also seems to be kinder and more sensitive towards c00lkidd.

Relationship with Jason: They both silently acknowledge/ignore eachother.

Relationship with John Doe: They wouldn't really get along.

Random fun facts:

-When he kills you, 1x4 fills your head with poison then crushes it.

-1x's favorite food is dehydrated limes.

-The two swords it wields are daemonshanks, derived from the venomshank.

-1x's reason for killing is because she's hatred manifested and wants to kill shedletsky and anyone who gets in her way.

-Out of all the current characters, 1x is the most likely to commit several war crimes.

-1x is currently the strongest killer.

-He smells like sulfuric acid.

-John and 1x are least likely of the killers to get along.

-Although 1x is a manifestation of hatred, they can still attack people. (Think of him kinda like pyramid head from silent hill for example.)

-1x and Shedletsky are equally matched in power. So if they ever had a fist fight they would both pass out from exhaustion before anyone could win.

-If Chance offered 1x a poker game for his survival, 1x would accept. She would play, then kill Chance anyways when the game ends.

-1x1x1x1 would be called the King of rot.

-He's a physical manifestation rather than an actual being.

-They only feel hatred, negativity and toxicity.

JOHN DOE

The defunct code of the early days of Roblox courses through their body, consuming his mind as he now only focuses on one thing: to kill everyone in his path. An unstoppable force entering the round with a strategical mindset, he's able to set traps, summon walls to back survivors into a corner, and leave behind a faint trail that damages those who step on it. John isn't fully aware of what he is doing, he acts more like a rabid dog because of the corruption in his body.

Relationship with Jane Doe: John and Jane doe are canonically a married couple. After John got corrupted, he no longer remembers her. It was confirmed that if he got too close to Jane Doe, he would fall in love with her again.(However, the spectre would try to block that feeling)

Relationship with c00lkidd: c00lkidd is scared of John Doe because his father(007n7) told him scary stories about John Doe.

Relationship with Jason: They're neutral towards eachother.

Relationship with 1x1x1x1: They wouldn't really get along.

Random fun facts:

-John Doe doesn't use his right arm (the heavily corrupted one) to attack, since it's really heavy and inconvenient.

-He prefers either super basic foods or fancy dishes.

-The reason he has animalistic breathing ingame is to show that his brain leans more towards his primal side.

-John and 1x are least likely of the killers to get along.

-If John had a lms theme, it would be with Builderman.

-If Guest666 and John Doe arm wrestled, Guest666 would win because of their form.

-If Chance offered John a poker game for his survival, he would kill them on the spot.

-His favorite color is pink/purple, which also happens to be Jane Doe's hair color.

-He really likes spaghetti.

-He isn't himself anymore.

-John Doe can grill.

-John Doe likes pancakes.

JASON

A man whose identity is covered by a crude hockey mask. Wielding several tools at his disposal, along with his thirst for the cat-and-mouse chase, his hands and/or tools are always seen bloody. He enters his damnation wielding his infamous machete & a chainsaw he found in a cabin.

Jason has some lore similarities to the original movie. For example, Pamela(Jason's mother) still exists. Jason still hears her voice in his head telling him to kill.

Jason is from Area 51. He was experimented on after being taken to Area 51.

Relationship with 1x1x1x1: They both silently acknowledge/ignore eachother.

Relationship with c00lkidd: Jason finds c00lkidd a bit loud and annoying, but he still enjoys his presence nonetheless.

Relationship with Joh Doe: They're neutral towards eachother.

Random fun facts:

-Jason's favorite food is reese's puffs.

-Jason somehow encountered a drakobloxxer and beheaded it. The drakobloxxer head you see in the lobby is the one Jason beheaded. If Jason had known it(the drakobloxxer) was the last of it's kind, he probably wouldn't have decapitated it.

-Jason's reason for killing is because he is filled with rage and he wants vengeance.

-Jason would throw his chainsaw, but he can't because it has limited fuel.

-Jason would take off his mask to taunt the survivors, but he would keep it on most of the time.

-If Chance offered John a poker game for his survival, he would kill them on the spot.

-He would probably like s'mores when he isn't killing and hunting people.

-Apparently Jason can "break the dance floor the hardest" 😭

SURVIVORS

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007N7

Previously infamous for the exploits, he had a change of heart after gaining a son(he adopted c00lkidd), only to then lose him after a series of unfortunate events. With a smaller copy of the c00lgui on him, he's able to teleport far in the map, as well as create a duplicate of himself if need be.

007n7 is an outcast in the group due to his previous misdeeds and hackings.

Relationship with Elliot: Elliot dislikes 007n7. This is because 007n7 hacked work at a pizza place one time, and also because c00lkidd kept messing with his work place. Because of this, 007n7 and c00lkidd are both banned from builder brother’s pizza place for life. They’re unbanned during christmas for one day only. (Elliot still refuses to look 007n7 in the eyes while taking his order.)

Relationship with c00lkidd: ck showed up on his door as a pill baby and 7n7 decided to take the kid under his wing. 007n7 feels a pang of familiarity whenever he sees c00lkidd in the rounds.

Relationship with Chance: Chance seems to be unaware of 007n7's past as a hacker. He thinks the reason 007n7 doesn't interact much with the others is because he's withdrawn and introverted.

Relationship with Noli: They are connected in some way, but we don't know exactly how yet.

Guest1337: He's neutral towards 007n7.

Random fun facts:

-007n7 uses a lesser version of the c00lgui because it is all he has access to at the time.

-007n7 is canonically retired from hacking.

-007n7 has a special death animation if killed by c00lkidd, where c00lkidd gently lays him down on the ground. He is also the only survivor does not resist or kick c00lkidd in the death animation.

-007n7 wears his shirt because c00lkidd likes it.

-007n7 is a good dad. He was also a single father.

-007n7 and Guest1337 are tied when it comes to being the least enthusiastic and outgoing survivor.

-007n7 used to pay out of pocket for any mishaps at the pizza place, but Elliot eventually reached a boiling point and decided to ban 007n7 and c00lkidd from the establishment for life.

-The reason 007n7 doesn't smile while emoting is because he has a bit too much on his mind to put it past himself, even for a little bit.

-007n7 knows how to grill.

-the head in 007n7's burger and the head on top of it are both alive.

-007n7 prefers sprite over fanta.

-007n7 usually doesn't ground ck, because he thinks he can teach ck a lesson without making the kid resent him. The only exception to this was when he caught c00lkidd cursing in his bedroom while he was playing on his ipad.

-007n7 has a bachelors and masters degree in computer science. He went to collage in standford. He also took psychology but he ended up not doing most of it.

-007n7 is ashamed of his past as a hacker.

-007n7 is afraid of c00lkidd growing up. He admits that it's selfish, but he says that when ck grows up he'll just be a washed up old man with nothing to do in life.

-007n7 works 8 jobs to be able to care for himself and c00lkidd.

-007n7 makes his clones go to work for him.

-One time, 007n7 tried to make one of his clones take care of c00lkidd. But something went very wrong when the clone broke, and he says he likes to pretend nothing happened.

-007n7 doesn't approve of the people ck is hanging out with. (Jason, John and 1x)

-007n7 doesn't think he deserves the help he gets from his teammates, as seen from his dialogues.

-007n7 would probably know how to play the piano. (He wouldn't be pro at it tho.)

-Had classes in concept, but doesn't have it in game.

-While he likes burgers, he's more of a desserts person.

-He only wears his shirt with the weird face on it because his son likes it.

SHEDLETSKY

Shedletsky is seemingly the leader of the survivor group, with his Co-Leader Builderman. Shedletsky has made a vow with Builderman to attempt to keep everyone safe, no matter what.

Relationship with Builderman: He is coworkers and friends with Builderman. They made an agreement between eachother to keep all the survivors safe no matter what happens.

Relationship with 1x1x1x1: 1x is a manifestation of Shedletsky's hatred. Shedletsky hasn't told anyone about his familiarship with 1x because he's afraid it would make him look distrustful.

Relationship with 007n7: Shedletsky can empathize with 007n7's situation with c00lkidd, because of his own situation with 1x. But he chooses to stay silent so as not to expose his familiarship to 1x.

Random fun facts:

-He only has access to the linked sword. The rest are scattered among different individuals, for example the firebrand is in possession of c00lkidd.

-Guest 1337, along with Builderman and Shedletsky are the people that are the least afraid of the killers.

-In terms of music, Builderman or Shedletsky would listen to Chris.

-1x and Shedletsky are equally matched in power. So if they ever had a fist fight they would both pass out from exhaustion before anyone could win.

-Shedletsky would be the best at video games amongst all the survivors.

-Shedletsky took biology and classic literature in standford collage. He was also in the same class as 007n7 for computer science.

-Shedletsky was the one who first made the c00lgui, but 007n7 took over it after Shedletsky decided it wasn't useful to him anymore.

-Shedletsky's favorite food is fried chicken.

-Shedletsky likes cats.

-For some reason he doesn't have footwear.

-He's a really good and well-known sword fighter, has created a name for himself for creating an area where people could sword fight on the heights

-He always carries a sword in his inventory, just in case

BUILDERMAN

Builderman is canonically the boss at Roblox, and the main person who builds the site itself. When all goes wrong he has to be the one to go out and fix things, stopping the killers in their tracks.

Relationship with Shedletsky: As a promise with Shedletsky, he'll do all he can to help everyone. They used to be coworkers.

Random fun facts:

-Guest 1337, along with Builderman and Shedletsky are the people that are the least afraid of the killers.

-In terms of music, Builderman or Shedletsky would listen to Chris.

-Builderman is the only character to have a canon height, which is 4’9”

-If Builderman had a lms theme, it would be with John Doe.

-He had left his banhammer behind in his office before being forsakened, which is why he probably doesn't have it.

-He is one of the wealthiest survivors but doesn't like to flaunt it.

-He's almost always seen with a hard hat, no matter the occasion.

-He prefers to be more casual rather than being formal.

-He always carries a hammer in his inventory for building purposes.

TWO TIME

A fragile cultist holding a horrible secret. When mortally wounded, they resurrect themselves with wings and tails, and recover as if nothing had happened. They are a self-described Shadow with an unstable mind and guilt-stricken after the betrayal against their own partner. They still carry on, after all, shadows die twice. Two time is nonbinary and uses they/them.

They believe in the concept of respawning and worship the spawn-point.

Relationship with Azure(upcoming killer): They used to date Azure. Azure was also their best friend. They sacrificed Azure by stabbing them in the back for their second life. Azure resents two Time since they are the reason Azure ended up the way he did. (Azure uses he/they)

Random fun facts:

-Two Time is said to be "messed up in the membrane". This is also why they smile during rounds, even when they're hurt.

-The description of Undying Devotion(Two Time's passive ability) is most likely Azure saying "what have you done..?" after being stabbed by Two Time.

-Two Time's wings and tail are composed of bone and flesh. It hurts Two Time a lot to enter their second life.

-Two Time would suck at video games.

-They are offputting and act delusional.

-Two Time is an OC.

-Everyone but Two Time is allowed to cook food. (Two Time sucks at cooking)

-Two Time calls Dusekkar “divine pumpkin”.

-If Two Time were to play an instrument, they would play the guitar.

-The mistake Two Time made in the past(which was probably stabbing and killing their own partner) still rings in their head even in forsaken.

ELLIOT

Builder Brother's Pizza's best employee, now just wanting to help in any way he can. With his experience in rushing deliveries and making pizzas, he works as a support to help his team with his pizza slices. He will do whatever he can to help his teammates and deliver his orders due to his sheer dedication for his job.

Relationship with 007n7: Elliot dislikes 007n7. This is because 007n7 hacked work at a pizza place one time, and also because c00lkidd kept messing with his work place. Because of this, 007n7 and c00lkidd are both banned from builder brother’s pizza place for life. They’re unbanned during christmas for one day only. (Elliot refuses to look 007n7 in the eyes while taking his order.)

Random fun facts:

-The pizza man in the lobby isn't Elliot, they're different people. Elliot and the unnamed pizza man may have had some off-hand dialogue about work once or twice, but they haven't interacted more than that.

-The saddest fact about elliot is that he dropped an ice cream cone one time. That's it. That's the sad fact.

-Elliot would win in every single food related competition. (Like who's the best cooker, who makes the best grilled cheese, etc.)

-Elliot is ambidextrous.

-007n7 used to pay out of pocket for any mishaps at the pizza place, but Elliot eventually reached a boiling point and decided to ban 007n7 and c00lkidd from the establishment for life.

-Elliot is a professional “crashout”.

-Some of Elliot's pizzas taste better than others.

-Elliot gets paid roughly the same salary as the other workers in work at a pizza place.

-Elliot doesn't have any favorite customers since he's friendly to all of them.

-Elliot is the son of Mr. Builder, one of the Builder Brothers.

-He is mostly known for working delivery, but works almost every job in the pizza place due to it almost always being understaffed for one reason or another. He doesn't mind that he's practically the only person keeping the place running.

-Is usually always the employee of the month.

-Can't mentally afford to be burnt out.

-He has a sister.

-He had been struggling on whether or not he should take over the family business when he's older or try to find success elsewhere.

-Elliot grew up very wealthy, but wanted to earn his wealth through experience.

-Elliot has a decently sized place from the wages he's been given over time.

-Elliot isn't related to Builderman despite the fact that some people think he is.

-Elliot could eat his pizzas himself, but he chooses to save them for the others.

CHANCE

A wealthy limited trader and underground casino worker, Chance is one who is fascinated with gambling and will even gamble with his own life just because he's convinced he'll win. There is no route he won't go just to gamble some more, even in a life or death situation.

He is cool and laid back, he can also be a bit smug sometimes.

Chance is nonbinary and uses he/they.

Despite the fanon interpertation of his character, he is not poor, greedy or in debt. In fact, he's quite well off in terms of money and is a nepo baby.

Relationship with 007n7: Chance seems to be unaware of 007n7's past as a hacker. He thinks the reason 007n7 doesn't interact much with the others is because he's withdrawn and introverted.

Relationship with Itrapped(unknown if they will come to forsaken): Chance used to be friends with Itrapped. Their friendship was one sided with only chance viewing Itrapped as a friend. They were friends mainly because of their wealth.

Random fun facts:

-Chance is a smooth talker, he doesn't take things too seriously and is pretty chill.

-Chance owns a casino. He also gambles at the casino he owns.

-Chance is above Builderman but below Stickmasterluke in terms of wealth.

-If chance were to try to skate, he would hold onto the side of the ring and fall every time they attempted to skate.

-Chance's character was inspired by roblox trading. He is a limited item trader.

-Chance is the most enthusiastic and outgoing survivor. He's also the most unserious.

-Chance doesn't have an accent.

-Chance's personality type is ENFP.

-Chance likes bunnies.

-Chance has a bunny with black fur. It's name is Spade. It's a Continental Giant rabbit, which is the oldest and largest species of bunnies.

-Some aspects of Chance were inspired by Octane from Apex Legends (not personality wise, just the way he acts.)

-Chance's favorite snack is chocolate pocky sticks.

-When chance first started gambling, he did hesitate a bit.

-Chance gambles for the adrenaline rush.

-Chance owns a lot of limiteds, but most of them are fedoras.

-Chance really likes Azure's hat because it's unique. (He might steal it or buy it from Azure.)

-Chance puts on a poker face during rounds and acts like he's unaffected by what's happening around him.

-Chance did have better and more reliable guns, but he's stuck to the flintlock in forsaken.

-Chance would probably knit when they aren't gambling. And if they aren’t knitting they would just sit around and be lazy.

-Chance would play jazz related instruments. He also likes to play the piano.

-Chance only takes his sunglasses off when he's in the comfort of his own home.

-Chance would (probably) play gachas.

-Chance has mistaken Noob for Itrapped.

-Chance would tease people in a playful manner.

-Chande didn't really have any close friends other than Itrapped.

-Chance thinks the trials(rounds) are a challenge. That's why he puts on a poker face and gambles with his life on the line.

-Chance has a gun because he used to play russian roulette.

-Chance has survived multiple games of russian roulette in the past.

-Has little to no experience in shooting outside of russian roulette.

-Chance is a card gambler, so his usual go to gambling game is poker.

-Chance likes jazz.

-Chance likes all the survivors, though he is kinda spooked by Two Time.

-Chance's favorite pizza topping is pepperroni or just plain cheese.

-Chance is pretty good at detecting fraudulent casinos since he owns one himself. (His casino is actually fair.)

-Chance is an OC.

-Chance would make a really good pot of spaghetti.

-Chance has probably made millions of money from gambling(because they own a casino)

GUEST1337

(beware, this contains spoilers for the last guest!)

A hardened veteran with battle scars from wars long ago. He has a tendency to sacrifice himself in order to keep those around him safe.

Relationship with Daisy(not from forsaken): Daisy is his childhood friend and wife.

Relationship with Charlotte(not from forsaken): Charlotte is his daughter.

Random fun facts:

-Guest 1337 is the main character of the animated series The Last Guest by ObliviousHD, with his story in Forsaken taking place after the events of Part 1.

-One of Guest 1337's skins called "Matt" is another character from The Last Guest series. He is Guest 1337's best friend ever since they were kids and fought in the battlefield with Guest 1337 before getting shot. Matt survived getting shot and now wears a cast on his leg. (This is not related to Forsaken just so you know)

-Guest 1337 misses his family and thinks about them between rounds.

-Guest 1337 entered the world of Forsaken after blowing himself up in part 1 of The Last Guest.

-007n7 and Guest1337 are tied when it comes to being the least enthusiastic and outgoing survivor.

-Guest 1337, along with Builderman and Shedletsky are the people that are the least afraid of the killers.

-In general, Guest 1337 gets along with all the survivors.

-If all the survivors had a fist fight, Guest 1337 would win.

-Guest 1337 regrets leaving his wife and kid to fend for themselves.

-Guest 1337 couldn't bring a gun with him to Forsaken because the spectre took it.

-The spectre doesn't like Guest1337 for some reason.

-Guest 1337 remains neutral with all the survivors. However, he is a bit offput by Two Time.

-He is a no nonsense type of person, often thinks about his family back home.

-He's one of the stronger survivors, alongside people like Shedletsky.

-He is very altruistic.

-He keeps a photo of his family in his pockets.

-He does his best at keeping the others safe.

-Guest1337 would feel a sense of accomplishment after protecting his teammates because it would've been a mission given to him by Builderman/Shedletsky.

-Guest 1337 is neutral with all the survivors. (This includes 007n7.)

NOOB

A big snack person at heart, Noob has a handful of food items at their disposal. Sneaking by with their ghostburger, moving faster with their cola, and tanking damage with their slateskin, they're scared, but still pushes on, wanting to find an escape.

Noob uses they/them pronouns.

Relationship with Guest666(upcoming killer): They used to be best friends, but some unknown event led to both of them getting forsakened. Noob still sees them as their friend, while guest666 might not.

Random fun facts:

-Noob and Guest666 will have a special chase theme in the future, just like shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 / 007n7 and coolkid.

-Guest666 apologizes when killing noob.

-Bloxy cola is their favorite as it is also guest 666's favorite.

-Noob would go into shock if Guest 666 were the killer for a round.

-Noob can chug atleast 6 Bloxy colas before collapsing.

-Quoted directly from the q&a section. “Does noob have a drinking problem considering they have two drinks in their kit?” “Yes” (ALSO BRO PLEASE I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS A JOKE OR NOT??? I don't think the two drinks in their inventory are alcoholic…i'm so confused??? Is noob an addict pls i can't tell if this is a joke or not😭😭)

-Noob has arachnophobia.

-Noob can eat 19 burgers at once.

-Noob used to be really into scene culture and shopping.

-Noob has a cat. It's named “Tac.” It has black fur and red eyes.

-Noob likes nyan cat. In fact, their cat's name “Tac” is a reference to “Tac Nyan”

-Noob would suck at video games.

-Noob can mace mac n cheese.

-Noob's food(the items in their kit) taste very bland.

-They're a big snack person, they prefer salty snacks.

-Noob would like animation memes.

-They have a Spotify playlist based on their friendship with Guest666.

-Before being forsakened, noob had three new friends.

-They used to be very cheeky and playful, but after an ordeal with Guest666 they became withdrawn and quiet(even as they made new friends)

-Noob is one of the more scared/easily frightened survivors.

-They enjoy cart rides.

-Noob would do percussion and they would try to teach it to Guest666. (Guest666 would end up learning the xylophone)

DUSEKKAR

Dusekkar (Full Name: Matt Dusek) is a Support survivor. Not much is known about his personality or traits. He speaks in rhymes.

Dusekkar is directly based on the now retired Roblox Technical Director and Chief Architect, Matt Dusek, who worked at Roblox from 2006 until 2019.

His ingame description is just “pumpkn guy :)”

Random fun facts:

-Dusekkar, prior to being forsakened was one of the strongest.

-Dusekkar's shield ability is related to the protection you get when you first spawn in a game. It is called spawn protection, after all.

-Two Time calls Dusekkar “divine pumpkin”.

GENERAL LORE, NOT RELATED TO SPECIFIC CHARACTERS

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-The characters can't sleep, ever.

-The killers are also trapped in this loop alongside the survivors. They all have their own personal limbos that they go to after the match is over.

-All of the characters were forsakened, that's why they are in the game. They were either dragged to damnation or died.

-Speaking of damnation, forsaken was called damnation first. But the creators had to change the name because roblox kept censoring it.

-The survivors who die aren't permanently dead. They come back for the next round.

-Guests are not related, so Guest666 and Guest1337 are not family/related to eachother.

-Roblox(the account) does have lore significance, but won't be making an appearance in forsaken.

-The rarest item in the game is a flashlight.

-Milestone skins hint to what the characters would turn into, given constant exposure to their current conditions without the loop.

-None of the skins are canon, while the milestone skins are half-canon.

-If all the characters were in collage and trying to get by, two time would mooch off of others, chance and elliot would be able to pay everything on their own since they're nepo babies, 007n7 would have to scrape together what he could with his roommate.

-The NPC's in the lobby currently don't participate in the rounds. However, It was stated that they will all get their turns.

-There's no set time in which Forsaken takes place since all the characters were forsaken at random points in time.

-The lobby is where the spectre holds all of the characters while it restarts the game over and over.

-Forsaken's ending would be when no one is playing the game anymore, which would mean there wouldn't be any active rounds.

-Bloxy cola tastes very sweet and it is slightly addicting.

-All the survivors know a bit of sign language. (This is most likely to communicate with Taph, an upcoming survivor, who is mute.)

-All of the characters are adults EXCEPT FOR C00LKIDD. He is the only characters that's under 18. The ages of the characters haven't been specified, all we know are that they are adults.

-Any character based off of a real person’s account is not actually meant to represent them. They are essentially just ‘figureheads’ or characterizations of real people’s roles and not necessarily their actual identities.

LORE FOR UNRELEASED CHARACTERS

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GUEST666(upcoming killer)

-Guest 666 is genderfluid.(uses any pronouns)

-Water is nostalgic for her. It brings back bittersweet memories. However, the sound of moving water can trigger her.

-Guest666 used to be best friends with noob, but something happened and they don't view noob as their friend anymore. They still seem to care about noob, as they apologize when killing them.

-Guest666 seems to envy Guest1337. He wishes to be as strong/brave as Guest1337.

-Guest 666 can't talk all that well, he can only talk with some external help.

-There's no chance that Guest 666 will recognize and forgive Noob.

-Guest 666 sees Noob as someone who left them behind.

-Guest 666 would have a notebook to doodle in and write stuff on.

-If Guest666 and John Doe arm wrestled, Guest666 would win because of their form.

-Guest666's story is very different from his original one. One thing is the same, he still represents loss i think.

-Guest666 can eat anything that's melon sized in one bite.

AZURE(upcoming killer)

-Azure's hat is like the sorting hat from harry potter. It's how he communicates.

-Azure uses he/they pronouns.

-Azure is an OC.

-Azure was confirmed bald for a hot second until the creators decided to give them their hair back.

-Azure used to be in the same religious cult as Two Time and worshipped the spawn point. However, they weren't as dedicated to the cult as two time was.

-Azure was sacrified by Two Time. He now holds resentment towards them because of this.

-If Azure played and instrument, he would play the guitar.

-Azure and Two Time used to spend a lot of time in nature together before they were forsaken.

-Azure's mouth has been zipped shut and they can only communicate through their hat.

-Azure(pre-transformation) practiced botany. His favorite flower is nightshade.

-Azure is short for Azurewrath.

PHOSPHORUS(upcoming killer)

-He's canonically in his early 40's.

BOMBER(upcoming killer)

-Bomber and Taph(upcoming survivor) used to be close, but we don't know their exact relationship yet.

NOLI(upcoming killer)

-Noli has some sort of connection with 007n7.

2011X(upcoming killer)

-He was pulled from Area 51.

JEFF THE KILLER(upcoming killer)

-He was pulled from Area 51.

ROOK(upcoming killer)

-Rook has some sort of connection to Guest1337.

-Rook is a star glitcher.

-Rook is an OC.

-Rook is a first sergeant within a small robloxian

military division dedicated to taking down &

containing exploiters.

DECAYED(upcoming killer)

-Decayed wields a wrench from his back accessory.

MASKED(upcoming killer)

-Masked wields an axe from LT2.

CHARLATAN(upcoming killer)

-Her head isn't her actual head, it's more like a helmet.

-She's inspired by epic minigames.

TAPH(upcoming survivor)

-Taph and bomber(upcoming killer) used to be close, but we don't know their exact relationship yet.

-Taph's favorite food is brownies. Their second favorite food would be pop rocks.

-Taph is mute and speaks in sign language.

-Prior to being forced into the setting of Forsaken, they were a demolitionist who served under the Roblox admins (notably for Builderman since he was the leader of everything building-related)

-He would blow up & destroy the homes of terminated users, collecting all of the unanchored parts gained from the destruction and forward them over to be recycled for use in creating new homes, areas, & games on the platform.

-Robloxians would eventually come to find the practice stated above to be unorthodox, as it would leave falsely terminated users without a home and without compensation

-Protests soon began to form, with demolitionists like him being hunted & bloxxed (killed) for sport. This led to him buying an influx of beartraps to hide around his home out of fear that he, too, would someday be bloxxed by violent protestors

-His favorite utility of destruction was the BrickBattle Timebomb, though he's also fond of the subspace tripmine that he was left with after being forced into Forsaken for its equally as destructive capabilities.

-He sees himself as Builderman's right-hand-man, though that's only true in his parasocial relationship with him

-Knows a few of his fellow survivors because, unbeknownst to them, he was responsible for blowing up their homes when they “mysteriously vanished”.

-He's a “suffer in silence” kind of guy.

-He still believes in Santa Claus & reminds himself to go to bed early or else he'll end up on the naughty list.

-Cerulean(upcoming survivor) really hates him for unknown reasons.

VEERONICA(upcoming survivor)

-Veronica is an OC. That's literally the only thing I know about her that's confirmed, LOL

THE RINGMASTER(upcoming survivor)

-Post forsakening he is extremely afraid of fire.

-Ringmaster has the highest kill count of all the survivors, more than Two Time and Guest1337.

-His favorite animal is a tiger.

-His favorite flowers are daffodils.

CERULEAN(upcoming survivor)

-Cerulean's favorite flowers are Forget Me Nots.

-She's a botanist/druid & spent a lot of her

time pre-forsaken modifying different flora using

her abilities.

-She hates Taph for unknown reasons.

-She's around 6’11. (I genuinely don't know if this is a typo or not, it was stated in the discord that she's around 6'11. That's actually insane)

THIS SECTION IS DEDICATED ENTIRELY TO BLUUDUD LOL

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BLUUDUD

He's a skin for c00lkidd. He's not canon in the lore, but he is an oc of someone in the forsaken discord. Bluudud is 12 years old.

Relationship with c00lkidd: bluudud dislikes c00lkidd and thinks he's cooler than ck.

Relationship with 118o8: 118o8 is bluudud's mom. (I'm not %100 positive this is her confirmed name)

Here's a quote explaining bluudud straight from the forsaken dc (from the answers channel): “bluudud is the oc of a contributor that was created around the start of forsaken's lifespan. Their creator (@/Ilikemendirmen) made him with the mindset of "What if c00lkidd was blue?" Thus, bluudud was born.”

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I'll keep updating/editing this post as more lore gets revealed/changed.

Also, please tell me if I wrote something incorrectly!!! I wouldn't want to spread misinformation :) Thank you for reading!

[saiintvalentiine]

Notes: this is basically a bit of writing practice. its only dialogue, and i tried to convey as much possible within that limitation. i had fun! so here it is. unedited as usual. both dividers are from here

Summary: fickle conversations between the director and wifies, post mortem.

Word count: 645

You were always the most obnoxious person to direct.

"I'm not apologizing for that."

I do not expect you to. You are unrepentant.

"...Down there. That's the world?"

Yes.

"And I can see it?"

Obviously.

"Why?"

Would you rather not be able to see anything at all?

"No!"

Then do not question it.

"He forgave Ash."

Very interesting.

"Why would he do that?"

Shouldn't you know? Is it not your constant nagging that changed him?

"Has he really changed?"

I am not omniscient like that.

"Oh."

If I had to guess, and I will have to guess to successfully orchestrate this, I would say no. He hasn't really changed. He's shocked with his grief.

"Shocked with his grief."

Yes.

My, you even look like Ophelia.

"There's no river to lay in."

No, not the Millais. The Waterhouse.

"That's dumb. I didn't kill myself."

Didn't you?

"Am I the only one here?"

Yes. You and I alone.

"Oh. Why?"

Because you have the will to withstand it.

"Why do all this?"

It is fun.

"I guess."

You should understand the feeling of a game played well.

"I— why would I know that?"

I am not omniscient but I know many things. That is what made you so difficult. You and your game strategies.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Oh, I suppose not.

"So... you know other things, right?"

Many other things.

"Does that mean you have a favorite book or something?"

Picking a favorite is like choosing a child to save in a fire.

"It's— there's no way it's that drastic."

I am very fond of Hamlet lately.

"The Ophelia comment should've given that away."

Yes. You are smart. You would have understood eventually.

"If this is a game, then who are you playing against?"

It's like a game, not quite a game.

"What is it then?"

Maybe a story is more apt.

"This story sucks."

You are all very bad characters. Very unruly.

"Are you defending yourself?!"

I am merely stating facts.

"Mystery god who can't even corral it's own characters. Yeah. This sucks."

Your lot call me the director. Maybe it is more like a movie, then. Characters played by actors who think they know better than the director.

"Well we do! We do know better! It's our lives!"

Bold words from a man living on borrowed time.

"..."

You are thinking of how you can communicate with them.

"How can you even tell!"

It is obvious.

"Of course that's what I'm thinking about. I— I can see everything up here. The board, it's so clear."

Listen to me close child: divinity is no easy hand to take. That is why this world has no seers, orators, hearers. It is to heavy a burden to bear.

"I could bear it."

Divinity is like marriage. Hand in unlovable hand. And you may only ever marry once. Do you understand?

"..."

You understand.

"... I'd like to go back sometime anyway."

I have no plans to allow such a thing. At least, not yet.

"Ugh."

Unless, of course, you allow me to puppeteer you.

"No."

Worth a shot.

"... Was that what you were doing with Ash?"

No. Ash wanted power. As long as he adhered to my machinations, he'd have power.

"Pretty good deal for him I guess."

You, however, cannot have what you want. So my only offer is puppeteering.

"No thanks."

Suit yourself.

You are very interesting.

"That's not comforting to hear."

You are very empty, yet difficult to control.

"Wh— huh?"

Very little soul. Space aplenty. And yet you are so resistant.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

Silence is an apt choice.

"Right."

"Do you plan for anything to ever get better down there?"

Only if the audience cheers for it. Only if it fancies my humor.

"Ah."

Losing hope?

"No. No. Never."

Hm. Yes, very interesting indeed.

[vervepain]

Supercorp head canon: Lena Luthor hates kale. It’s the literal worst. She just…hates heart disease and high cholesterol more. Which run in her family on both sides. And Lionel was diabetic. Lex was pre-diabetic but wouldn’t do anything about it. So Lena just eats super clean, gets her steps in, does three sessions of zone three cardio a week, and resistance trains.

Initially, Kara thinks these are all attributes of her CEO type-A lovable neuroses. Until Lena is waiting for her annual bloodwork…and has a panic attack. And makes a kale smoothie.

And that night Lena explains that Kara is actually correct, kale is vile but it’s a good source of fiber. And she went through a phase where she ate an unhealthy amount of raw spinach. Lena explains that her family has bad metabolic genetics. And Kara is just like:

So the kale will help you live longer?

And Lena half shrugs, nods, hopefully?

Suddenly, a change occurs. Kara Danvers cannot get enough kale. Have you ever had an air fried pot sticker? Kara just ate fifteen. And she had a side of bok choy.

Lena kind of can’t belive it. Because sure eating super healthy is something she prioritizes, but it’s a downer when no one else around her is doing it? Like Alex and Kelly eat healthy…but it’s not extreme. Nia sometimes makes questionable choices in energy drinks but generally Lena thinks she has a balanced diet. Kara eats as though she auditioning for the role of human dumpster in Dumpster Fire the Musical.

Until suddenly, Kara doesn’t. Suddenly when the super friends go out to eat and Lena gets a goat cheese salad, Kara gets one too. Kara always sees if they can add chicken though. Kara likes to make soups and that winter they eat hearty stews and delicious curries. And one day it just—Lena has to ask.

“Kara why are you eating like—?”

“Like you?” Kara says setting down the last plate she was drying. She walks over and lifts Lena onto the counter. So she can stand between her legs. “Because I like you?” She pecks Lena’s cheek. “I want you around forever. And if eating this way is going to help, you bet your bucket, I’m eating kale with every meal.”

Lena blushes.

“Not every meal.”

“No.” Kara says crinkling up her nose. “I also read in one of those books? About like marriage and family life.” Lena’s eyebrows go up. “You know books about how to be married and like raise kids?” Lena did know..:but not that Kara was reading that. “I just figure it will be easier to teach good nutrition habits to our children if you and I are on the same page about nutrition values now.”

Which is , great, but Lena is surprised to know Kara Danvers is planning to raise apparently multiple children with her, when last time she checked they were still platonic best friends.

“Kara, are we dating?” Lena asks.

“No, I don’t think so. Not yet. Soon though,” and then the Kryptonian turns around to finish putting away silverware.

“Would you want to go out on a date?”

“Yeah. I’m not picky. I mean,” here Kara gestures to Lena’s penthouse where Kara does basically live. “On Krypton…like we’d be considered married already. So um, I’m good with whatever. Dating first? Just straight to a wedding. Or even just filing a marriage certificate.” Lena is still on the counter, and it feels like the whole world has vanished from under her perch.

“You would marry me tomorrow?”

“Culturally, Lena, I married you ages ago. And I should have said something. It’s okay if you don’t want this. I will get my stuff out of here tonight, but—“ Lena leapt into Kara’s surprised arms. They kissed, twirling in the kitchen.

[umemiyan]

𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀.

the aviary history book i guess!! i saw some people do something similar and i liked it so i started writing this monstrosity. apologies in advance for the length but i have a lot of boyfriends and also i can't shut up. which you probably already know by now if you're reading this.

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗗. ⌇ jean kirschtein / katsuki bakugo / toru oikawa / michael kaiser / megumi fushiguro / satoru gojo / hajime umemiya (+haruka sakura) / ryusui nanami / koshi sugawara / denki kaminari

𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗜𝗡. (attack on titan)

i mostly think about us in a modern setting (would love to come up with some canonverse lore some day tho) where we met in college and sort of unexpectedly became friends. we didn't really run in the same circles or even have the same classes, except one, and it's when i was actually tutoring for it and he needed some help. in my mind it kinda has something to do with design or whatever so he's like not really used to dealing with all that. HOWEVER, while we're working together, i discover that he's actually more artistic than we both thought (i like to hc him with some artsy talent!!! watch his OVA if you haven't)

so yeah we slowly become sorta friends through the tutoring despite both of us initially thinking that we weren't really gonna vibe all that well yk. but turns out we both think the other is cooler than we anticipated, even if there's some sassy-ness and such involved because like… it's us. jean pushes my buttons. but it's like. interesting. and we have chemistry. and yeah.

we develop a mini friendship that grows over time. he'll come sit with me if he sees me eating lunch somewhere; we'll say hey and like fist bump if we pass each other in the hallway. people are like "??? y'all know each other??" because no one really expects it, but we're like "yeah!! we have a class. he's/she's cool."

and like?? it slowly gets deeper over time??? until we're kinda hanging out even after the semester is over and i'm catching feelings, meanwhile he's ALSO catching feelings but i'm never really sure because like duh he's hot and has some other female friends he seems close to so. i'm afraid to assume too much. but… little do i know he's sorta been brushing off his regular friends AND girls who are interested in him because he's more into me than he realizes. and like. one night when we're hanging out the chemistry is just too good and we're rawdoggin' in the dorm JANNDJDKDNNDNDDNND

we're like. mated for life after that LMFAO i just… yeah. we're a little awkward trying to figure out the groove at first but we eventually become the couple that people were NOT expecting at all but we're just like down bad for each other forever. even now down the line in our "married couple" stage where we squabble more and STILL confuse people, we actually love each other so much. and everyone knows he will be whipped for me until the end of time no matter how much he bitches. THE END.

𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢. (my hero academia)

[cw: stepcest]

so in my mind this is a non-quirk au like 99% of the time, tho at some point i would like to maybe develop a more canon-compliant au!! however, for now we're simply step-siblings whose parents got married when we were young (i was 4, he was 2), so yeah, we’ve basically known each other our whole lives. “but robin—“ i know. just... i know. you can walk away like ‘smh’ if you want LOL it's fine

if you're still here however, cool.

so katsuki and i were somewhat closer when we were younger, like we would play and stuff because we kinda HAD to (and sometimes enjoyed it), but that started changing a bit as we grew up. katsuki is loud and angry and i can also be loud and angry (more so when someone brings that energy to me first) so it makes for a pretty argumentative duo lmao. i was not about to let him push me around simply because he refused to be chill.

HOWEVER… despite the fighting, the bond runs crazy deep. neither of us are particularly great at mushy gushy feelings, but our love for one another shows up where it really counts, and no amount of squabbling can negate that. it may not seem like it (and we may not even realize it at times), but we know each other better than almost anyone else.

that was fine enough as some sort of casual dynamic for the longest time as we tried to lead our own lives as two very independent individuals, but things got more iffy in young adulthood. i've kinda got him woven into a lot of shit that went down irl with my family, and in this version of it all, he was there for me (and vice versa).

the adversity strengthened our bond and drew us closer together because we mostly only had each other during a lot of those moments. the trust and faith we had in almost everyone else was shaken and nearly demolished, so we fell back on each other at the end of the day. and like. that kinda fucked with us, especially me who was always like a different brand of mentally ill than him sjfhdbdjddn

anyways sorry i'm trying my best to stick to the main points here. flash forward to current times and things are more settled now, at least when it comes to all the trauma and shit. through it all we've come to realize the deep appreciation we have for one another but UNFORTUNATELY!!! we can't be normal about it.

we've spent enough time together yet apart during different periods of our adulthood to where it's like… whenever we're together now, we both see the other as the beautiful person they always have been, but who we are now finally able to fully see. and we have both grown into ourselves, often times with the help of the other. it's so weirdly intimate because it's not like we should even really work by normal standards anyways because of how much we clash, at least on the surface, yet…..

is it fucked? yeah probably. but is it a thing? yeah, it's a thing. a somewhat disastrous and probably highly unappealing thing. we still quarrel and squabble and fight, but we love each other just as much. and it eats us alive because we shouldn't. it should be a strictly familial love, but we feel things in our chests that we aren't really supposed to, despite how we aren't technically related by blood or anything of the sort. and thus!!!! we grapple <33

oh and in this, we live together now like roommates, independent from our family. and it's like an 'if his parent came to the US and married my parent' sort of deal lmao. i've called him "kat" (mostly like "cat") ever since we were little because it was cute and short and easy for me to say, while he often calls me his shitty and/or stupid sister, but if the wrong person said something like that about me… well!! let's not think about it.

btw this whole thing started because of a post that was like "who would your fictional sibling be?" or w/e and i was like "haha wouldn't it be funny if me and bakugo were siblings lol lol lmfao" but then my brain decided i couldn't be normal about it so this happened. yeah

𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔. (haikyuu!!)

so oikawa is in his pro player era of course and i'm the chick who works in sports media/journalism, and we meet when we're both on the job. i haven't decided if this takes place in argentina or the olympics or whatever, but either way i'm basically in a place i'm not very familiar with lol

i'm not exactly the kind of person who would typically catch oikawa's eye. in fact, he's initially somewhat off-put by my style and demeanor when he briefly sees me working, but if there's one thing toru loves, it's attention. i feel like he sees some of his teammates trying to talk to me or something and suddenly he's like 👀👀👀 and tries to swoop in with his cutesy little helpful charm since he speaks english and whatnot.

i buy into it at first and he eats up the positive attention for a minute, then i ask if i can repay him with dinner or something. he decides to entertain me and it goes well enough at first but then we both just end up being like "……ew. what an annoying freak." skdjdkdksk

so yeah enemies-to-lovers energy basically LOL. but we have to keep seeing each other through work and toru actually becomes kind of obsessed with having my attention even tho he thinks i'm some sort of weird creature. but wait the creature is kinda pretty and he wants her to watch him make this set….. and wow the way she manspreads like a freak is sorta hot….. wait don't go back to america yet!!!!

𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗥. (blue lock)

tbh i still don't really have good lore for us yet background-wise, just vibes LOL he's my abused, aggressive shelter kitty who doesn't know how to accept love in any form. however… he has imprinted on me baby duck style whether he likes to admit it or not. he's so fucking insane about me that he doesn't know what to do with himself because his brain doesn't want to let him be with OR without me.

he's angry and intense a lot of the time but it's usually not actually directed at me—most of it is an internal struggle and no matter how badly he wants to lash out like he does at everyone else, he often finds himself unable to do that to me and will turn it back on himself. mihya is in fact a very dedicated loverboy who is really having a hard time learning to navigate it all when things get deeper than just surface-level dates and flirting and whatnot.

like truly he's rather yan about me but he knows i'm one force that he can't control, and deep down he doesn't really want to either despite his initial inclination to try. it turns him off at first before he realizes that my unwillingness to yield after a certain point mixed with my genuine love and care is what makes him want me so badly. it's like all the psychological shit piled up in his brain is clawing and scratching and telling him he NEEDS this for some reason (mommy issues <33333333)

so it's very 'girl x creature who would kill everyone else and then himself for said girl' but add a dash more obsessive repressed motherboy flavor to it. he tries to act cool and avoidant sometimes but it doesn't last long. it's insane but he likes how human i make him feel <3 which obviously conflicts with the 'piece of shit' persona he tries to maintain but. we're working on it <3

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢. (jujutsu kaisen)

i met megumi at some point when i was a student at jujutsu high, but he and i were never students at the same time; i'm 5 years older than him, so he was still in primary/middle school, but we met through his connection to gojo. we didn't really interact much until he became a student himself but lowkey i think he started developing a little bit of a crush on me back when he was a kid.

flash forward to him actually being a jujutsu high student, and me a regular sorcerer. i'm not a teacher or anything, but he and i do end up working together a few times on missions and whatnot, so there's some mentorship going on there. this is where we learn how well we work together and when his crush really starts developing.

i'm kinda his secret crush like this for years until he gets older and more established as a sorcerer. we start working together a lot more and therefore get closer over time; then i start Seeing Him; i'm like… damn. he's gotten kinda hot. and strong. and i like talking to him. and he always brings me coffee. and he actually has a cute little smile…

so yeah feelings = caught!!! and working jobs together goes from like efficient coworker/friend duo to… i've got your back. i'll take the extra blow from the cursed spirit. because i think i love you. and i'll sacrifice myself for you. and… almost losing you made me realize i have to tell you this. NOW.

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢. (jujutsu kaisen)

i met this dumbass in school when he was a third year and i was a first. we weren't close or anything ofc but like we were chill enough with each other (he thought i was funny to be around sometimes and vice versa even tho he also gets on my damn nerves).

years later we're basically coworkers. he nags me to hang out with him because nanami or shoko won't and i'm like "sure why not" because even tho he's a cocky freak he can still be fun and i am not immune to shenanigans especially when our jobs are lowkey depressing af. this continues until!!! gasp!!! we kinda become closer friends.

and that's all i'm really expecting it to be y'know. i always had a little crush on him because he's cute and funny but like he's satoru gojo and he doesn't let anyone forget that he's the world's most specialest little boy. i'm probably just his fun entertainment monkey like i'm not dumb i know when people are mostly wanting to be around me because they're bored or because i make them feel Seen or whatever. and it's fine not everything has to be a super deep relationship but over time the more we hang out the more i'm like… wow he's actually more of a lonely loserboy than i thought. like i don't think he gets any bitches he just sits alone in his basement and watches movies whenever he's not teaching or exorcising all the curses nobody else can deal with. i might be his only friend that's willing to spend time with him.

even his avoidant ass can't hide this from me because i Know Things. and people often open themselves up to me because i'm just real with them and that's exactly what happens. he's not immune to this weird manic pixie dream girl shit i apparently exude and he's eventually kind of letting me in and vice versa. it feels so extra good for him in particular to just be vulnerable that we do what any two smart individuals would do when they want to make things more complicated—we fuck <3

and it feels really good because he doesn't do this very often. or ever maybe. and it's been a while for me too. so unfortunately that means we want to do it again… and again… until it becomes semi-regular, because damn… it's good. TOO good, like it feels like we were made for each other good, but i'm not really buying it when he starts saying stuff that implies he wants things to be more serious.

i'm convinced he's just pussydrunk and high off the feeling off being Known and shit and that there's no way he can take a relationship seriously. in my mind i'm just a nice sidepiece that's filling a void in his life until something else comes along, so i'm not setting myself up for some messy shit. he says he's being for real but when i insist otherwise he's like alright fine… and we go back to playing it cool. he shoves it down and does his "sexy cool distant guy" thing until he's having a wet kitten moment and suddenly needs his "mommy" fix AKA he's hitting me up acting like he's gonna pound it but lowkey when i hold him in missionary he wants to cry.

ANYWAYS lmfao he does eventually manage to convince me that he wants me fr and that it's not just fleeting or selfish or w/e so i'm like… okay i GUESS. so we're technically serious now but that's the backstory of how we got to this point HOORAY !!

𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 (+𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗞𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗔). (wind breaker)

T B H my lore for this isn't super solid either. at least not when it comes to how we met and all that good stuff. but essentially hajime umemiya made me question how someone so wonderful could possibly be allowed to walk on this earth and want to walk with ME while he's at it. he's so good and after i realized he really wasn't just some fake malicious bitch putting on an act i wanted him immediately. i could only DREAM of him looking my way tho so when he did i was just like… i'm dead fr. this ain't even happening i'm in heaven.

every day i get to wake up and call him my boyfriend or whatever doesn't even feel real because why does he deal with my road rage and irritability and my tendency to be weird in relationships with people? well he says it's because he sees how good i truly am and how i just want everything to be good for everyone all the time. so when people do stuff that makes things worse for others, i get angry and that just means i care a lot. and i was dragged down by negative events and people for so so long that my true innate optimism didn't always get to shine like it was supposed to. but whenever i'm with him, it gets to!!!

i can be happy and joyful and optimistic without someone or something lurking around the corner waiting to drag me down. i can take on life's challenges without feeling like it's the end of the world not only because i'm independent and strong enough to do so on my own, but because i've got someone like him backing me up if i happen to need it. i'm not a little creature meant to be kept in a box—i'm stronger and more beautiful when i'm free, and that's exactly how he wants me to stay!!

adding sakura to the mix came later down the line ofc. he'd certainly mellowed out quite a bit since we first knew him, but it was obvious to us that he still just… needed something. maybe a little push. like hajime and i are pretty good at picking up on stuff, and we saw how relaxed yet almost flustered he could be around us, so we decided to keep being close friends and urging (but not forcing) him to do stuff with us. which he would actually often agree to a little more than he would with others tbh.

and it turns out he'd always had a bit of a crush on me, since before hajime and i even became a thing. but obviously he wasn't crazy enough to try and take umemiya's girlfriend; however, that didn't make him feel less flustered whenever we were together. and i noticed. hajime noticed. and internally haruka's like… why do i still feel so weird around them? wait… do i feel weird about umemiya too?

we thoroughly talk it over and decide to strategize something, because we both acknowledge just how much we really care about sakura and want him to be happy. we try something kinda lowkey the next time the three of us are together, like me asking if i can hold his hand or whatever. of course he's kinda freaking out like "what???? you're with umemiya……." but hajime assures him it's fine. and sakura wants to explode but he also really does want to hold my hand and doesn't want to disappoint either of us…

so yeah little things like that build over time <3 until we eventually bring up the idea of a legit relationship and also sexual stuff lol. he's our baby bean we love him to the moon and back <3

𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜. (dr. stone)

meet my latest addition!!! i did not really intend for this to happen but. i didn't really with any of the others either so here we are <3

this is still quite new so i don't have a lot mapped out yet, but my current idea is that i was on my very first international vacation ever visiting japan… and then the whole world turned to stone lmfao. and my revival pre-america journey was an accident because they either thought i was someone else or someone done fucked up spilled some revival fluid osjfaoijfoiwjfie so now they're stuck with a random white bitch who's really confused and knows minimal japanese <3

but luckily for them!!! i actually pick up on linguistic stuff pretty easily. i imagine someone like francois and/or gen being the ones i'm around the most at first because they can translate and also teach me japanese (and this is how i get closer to ryusui since i'm hanging around his butler all the time).

also i like to learn... and i have maybe some skills that can be useful??? i'm good with technology and i can use weapons and do other american hick shit so maybe i'm not a total waste. and i can do a lillian weinberg impression that rivals gen's and i can sing her songs too because!! huzzah they've revived themselves a musician!

i'm kinda happy to be gum on the bottom of francois' shoe because i think ryusui's kinda neat… and he thinks i'm kinda neat… so as the language barrier becomes less and less of a thing, we become more of a thing. and yeah <3 he teaches me what it's like to be out on the ocean and all kinds of things like that i'd never done in the old world. because now i'm not poor and even if i was my rich boyfriend would see to it that i have whatever i want <3 and also they all have to take me back to america on the voyage so i can personally see to it that tr*mp's statue "accidentally" gets crumbled to dust beyond repair <3 (/hj)

𝗞𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔. (haikyuu!!)

coming soon <3 my initial sorta lore was that he was my little brother's elementary school teacher, but i may end up changing that idk!! just know that i love him and he is very husband <3 i want to smooch him and i also kinda have a lil polyship with him and oikawa that isn't backed up with lore + probably doesn't make sense but! idc i love cute setters apparently and also smooshing them together.

𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜. (my hero academia)

coming soon <3 it's a very friends-to-lovers type beat but with less complication than whatever i had going on with satoru LMAO. idk he's just my cutie pie pikachu who i don't have super defined lore for but who is ever-present in my harem and nothing would be the same without him

[aliyebalik]

Finding the right balance of chaos was an art that Aliye liked to think that she had mastered, though she had a feeling some people would beg to differ on that fact. "Yeah, I might sometimes be your worst nightmare at a wedding," she chuckled warmly. Thankfully her level of chaos usually erred more towards the fun type of chaos that made the weddings better, so would argue that she was the perfect guest to have at any wedding. "I've had my fair share of borderline too much chaos, but generally, for sure I'm more on that fun side of things. I've always made sure my friends make it down the aisle before anything too wild goes down." After that, things got a little more fast and loose.

Laila's description fit Aliye to a tee. She was exactly that type of life of the party, the one who would get people up and moving and make sure that the party carried on with a brightness about it all. She'd always been able to connect with people, but getting people to connect across groups was a skill that often went underrated. "That's kind of just my thing. I don't know what it is, but put me in a party and I'll have complete strangers acting like best friends by the end of the night," she shrugged. "Some people just never learned how to have a good time and they just need someone to show them." She'd been to weddings before where there was just no life, no fun, and people were too awkward and nervous to make fools of themselves in the name of a good time.

Talking about the ideas of love and romance was always fascinating to Aliye, especially from the perspective of someone that was in and around it every day. Though Aliye considered herself a lover, she wasn't a particularly romantic person, rarely developing the deep feelings that other people often seemed to. She burned hot and fast before fizzling right out and moving on to the next big flame. "I can see how that would be sort of hard to resist. Seeing people in love all the time, must be kind of nice," she hummed. A wedding day was supposed to be one of the happiest days in a couple's life, before all the struggles of life really sunk in and got difficult. What better place to believe in love than at a wedding.

"So, you've got to be kind of an expert with all of this stuff. You ever give relationship advice?" she asked, head quirking to the side. With the way Laila talked about it all, she'd probably seen more romance and relationships than most people could ever dream of. Every different type of connection and relationship from the married couples at the wedding to the people that met at the wedding and everything in between.

@lailaxmir

Laila laughed softly, shaking her head as she leaned back slightly, the ease in her posture belying just how many chaotic weddings she had expertly navigated. "Chaos at a wedding is great for the guests, but for the planner? It’s a delicate balance between ‘memorable’ and ‘absolute disaster.’ I’ve had weddings where the unexpected made the night—like a surprise dance-off between the uncles or a spontaneous karaoke moment that had the whole crowd singing along. But then there are the not-so-fun kinds of chaos—like the time a bridesmaid got so drunk before the ceremony that she had to be carried out before she even made it down the aisle." She sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "So yeah, I’ll take a little bit of fun type of chaos, but I still have to make sure the couple actually gets through their vows first."

She gave Aliye a knowing look. "Honestly, though? I totally get why you’d rather be the life of the party. I see it all the time—the people who bring the energy, who make sure the dance floor stays packed, who keep the awkward relatives from sitting silently at their tables all night. That’s just as important in its own way. A wedding without a good vibe can feel kind of soulless, no matter how beautiful the venue is or how perfect the décor looks." Her lips curled into a slight smirk. "But yeah, I can also see how someone like you might… stir things up a little too much if left unchecked."

At Aliye’s next question, Laila’s expression softened, and for a moment, she seemed to consider her words carefully. "I don’t think you can do this job without being at least a little romantic at heart," she admitted, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. "If I didn’t believe in love, planning weddings all the time would be unbearable. I mean, I see all kinds of couples—some who are head-over-heels in love, some who are clearly just doing this because it’s the ‘next step,’ and others who make me wonder if they’ll even make it past the honeymoon. But the ones who remind me why I do this? They’re the ones who look at each other like the whole world disappears when they’re together. That kind of love is real. You can feel it in the room."

She let out a small chuckle before tilting her head. "But love at first sight? That one’s trickier. I think attraction at first sight is real—chemistry, connection, whatever you want to call it. But love? The kind that lasts? That takes time. It takes effort. It takes showing up for each other, even when it’s hard. So maybe love can start at first sight, but it’s what happens after that moment that really matters." | @aliyebalik

[therootednomad]

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[mechanicalbowtye]

read the scratch upd8. little too close to home

[truckstoptigers]

when i was seven and our trailer burned down, i thought about leaving my father there, grabbing my brother, and getting us the hell out

i didn't. i ended up waking our father and we all ended up at the neighbors' house

but i should have

i fucking should have

because the minute he had a chance to be alone with me (after we got to my grandma's trailer) guess what he did! shortly after our fucking HOME burned down and the firefighters gave my brother and i teddy bears and wrapped blankets around us for shock!!!!!! fucking christ i hate our father more than anyone on this earth

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a wife that loves to cook him lunches. I like to think this is in the same universe as this blurb. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon loves waking up, having a shower, and then coming downstairs to see a plate of breakfast on the kitchen island, and you, in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts as your pyjamas.

Simon loves wrapping his arms around your waist as you cook whatever you're making for him.

And it's not as though he demands it, or expects it. Ever since the two of you got married and you got to work from home instead of in the office, you would make Simon lunch.

It wasn't always in the morning, either. Sometimes you would just show up to the 141 base, greeting everyone with a sweet smile. Before handing Simon a still warm container of food.

Simon loved your cooking, but something he loved even more was the ego boost he received from his mates. Johnny especially.

Johnny always commented on what Simon had for lunch. Expressing how good it was and how he wishes he had a 'bonnie lass' at home that would make lunch for him.

Then, Simon made the mistake of telling you about Johnny's words.

Simon had said it in passing while the two of you were cuddling in bed. Chuckling to himself, not even noticing the pout on your lips.

He shouldn't have been surprised when in the morning, he saw two containers, instead of one. One labeled "Simon ‪‪❤︎‬", the other labeled "Johnny ‪‪❤︎‬".

Simon slid the container across the table as he sat across from Johnny. The scotsman looking confused before his eyes lit up.

"She cook this for me, did she?" Johnny smiled brightly.

"Aye. But don't get a big head about it" Simon glared.

"How can I no' get a big head aboot it? sweet lass she is. Migh' have tae steal her from ye"

"don't even think about it"

"She e'en put a heart nex' tae ma name, Simon. She must fancy me"

"I'm telling her you hated the food"

"No! dinnae dae that ye big brute! she'll think A'm a bastard!"

"You are one"

Simon brought home two empty containers that night. Telling you about how Johnny groaned with every mouthful and nearly licked the container clean.

You also started receiving sloppy kisses on the cheek from Johnny whenever you brought lunch in during the day for your husband and his best friend.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[britneyshakespeare]

You know the Riverside Shakespeare 1973 was not a comfortable book to read sitting on your lap or lying down in bed but the RSC Complete Works Second Edition 2022 is noticeably worse. The difference in size isn't very significant; the RSC uses a different kind of paper but I'm not sure it's even thinner (they're both very thin, somewhat see-through paper) (not because they're cheap, but because it's more practical, considering these are unwieldy tomes exceeding 2000 pages). But since the RSC doesn't have double-column text on the pages like most Complete Works do, the extra margin space given requires somewhat more pages for the text. I'm not gonna check exactly (these are searchable though), but if the Riverside is about 2000 pages, then the RSC is about 2500. You'd think I had managed enough comfort with the Riverside over the years that the adjustment wouldn't be that terrible. No, it's terrible.