#me wondering why i’m crying all the time and barely holding it together & then remembering i have chronic pain & fatigue syndrome™️

[boglamb]

once again. sorry 2 everyone i haven’t replied to. it’s been a really busy month between moving places, school, family stuff, work, and dealing with a break in at our old place alongside of caring for the cats & vet appointments. i’m beat! completely and utterly exhausted. and on top of that i won’t get my weekends off for another 2 months 🥲

[writingsofanomnivore]

Peace- Osamu x reader

warnings; a bit depressive. reader is someone who gets seasonal depression.

As someone who gets sad during a specific time of the year- I could only really think of Osamu comforting me

angst to fluff with comfort. Osamu being the great man he is.

Our coming of age has come and gone.

There’s so much you admire Osamu for—his love for food, his gentle yet firm personality, his maturity, his courage to step down from the volleyball world and create his own world, a world of food and things he loved. Seeing that, some days, you couldn’t help but feel small. To love and be loved by this man felt like an honor, a lucky draw ticket you won.

You wonder if what you do is enough. Becoming a Miya, making his brother your brother. All the endless things he does, with grace and valor—one can’t help but feel jealous. There’s only so much you can do before you crumble down. Only so much you can give before you feel empty, before you have nothing left to give.

You wonder when he will realize this—how pathetic of a partner you are. How he could easily find a good wife who would stay at home for him, take care of his kids, be truly motherly. Not like you, putting your career ahead. Not like you, being a burden on him instead of easing his. Not being there for him when you should.

Is he sick of this already, or is he just unaware?

Before you know it, there are tears streaming down your face. You wish you could stop, but within a minute, a sob escapes you. Quickly turning to his sleeping figure in the morning light, you hurry to the living room. Before you can get up, a hand pulls you down—Osamu, getting up, eyes barely open, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. His dark grey irises stare at you. Without saying a word, he pulls you into him, holding you, embracing you.

There are so many thoughts racing through your head, but not a single word can be formed. He holds you, lets you cry, kissing your forehead and nape every few minutes.

What is happening?

You want to push him away and go.

Where?

You don’t know. You never will. His shining glory is nothing compared to your dull life. All you are is a speck of dust on his shelf. But all you can do is sob.

That is the last thing you remember.

The noon sun shining through your windowsill. Your bed empty. There’s a sound from the kitchen—he is cooking something.

You want to sneak out, go somewhere until your head clears up.

Not getting much time to think, you hear the padding of footsteps. Wiping any residue of sleep from your eyes, trying to look at least a bit presentable, you see him standing at the doorway. An apron on his old shirt, dark brown hair tousled perfectly, his grey eyes filled with warmth and a soft smile on his face.

You don’t expect him to bring up the early morning drama—he’s way better than that. Then again, you are the flawed one.

“Breakfast’s ready. Do ye want to have it here?”

You want to shake your head, do something, but all you can do is hang your head low. His hand cups your face. There’s probably drool on your cheek, your hair is messy, your eyes are sharp with those weird things in them, but the way he looks at you, the way he looks at you makes you feel so loved, so adored. There’s just no word to describe it.

It feels like the same cycle—these months coming with your gloom, and he has to face it again.

Why does he not feel sick of this?

“Do ye want to talk about it, sweetheart? It’s okay, I’m here.”

He pulls you into his chest.

Do you? Do you want to burden him with this again?

It won’t be long before you’re left alone, like you deserve to be.

With this inner turmoil, he sits down, takes your hand.

“Today, I’ve taken a holiday. We will spend the day together, alright? After lunch, we’re going to go to yer favorite park and have that gelato.”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, but all you can do is nod and pull him closer. Because he is the morning sun after your stormy night, and just like after every storm, you see the sun shine—he will always be there, no matter how much you want to push him away.

[schuylerpeck]

we were going to be gray-haired and wrinkled together; houses-a-few-streets-away, corner-bar-that-knows-us-by-name, best friends for life. 

in the days before I moved out of state and across the country, I re-wrote and deleted a text to you over and over; wondering if it was common decency to let you know I was thinking about/was going to/left. I didn’t. even now, from 2,000 miles away, I still wonder if one day we’ll cross each other on the street—if our first instinct will be bared teeth or remorse. 

what would I say to you, now that years have passed and have carried my anger with it? I don’t think I want to know why you did what you did. I don’t think there is any going back. instead, I’d ask if you remember the night we drank enough that Ratatouille became a horror movie. that time I bussed across the city to your house, through a monsoon and the beginning of a divorce; the Snapchats I’d sent singing Black Eyed Peas at empty bus stops to keep myself from crying. how long you hugged me when I arrived. the afternoons walking through the mall long enough to round back to the chocolate store for another free sample. how many different shades your hair has taken since we met—if I can still name the reason each time you reached for a bottle of hair dye. when we all snuck into your boyfriend’s work and played beer pong after hours and your mother cheered you on harder than she had for high school sports. I’d tell you I often revisit those videos the night we did mushrooms and hearing our voices still makes me laugh. I’d ask when did you get over your fear of horses. who holds you now. if you’re doing better.

maybe, just a little bit, I’d still want to know why. 

this isn’t the first time I’ve realized, after the wisdom of a few years, that under the catty lines and thrown insults and inventing new ways to block the other out, is the grief of losing what was believed to be forever. eviction from a home we made in the other. I’m comfortable enough now to know that I can miss you and still be grateful we’ve moved forward without each other; that I can be hurt and still wish you the best. 

I think that’s it. whatever sidewalk, whatever town, whatever likelihood I’d ever see you again: I’m not sure about forgiveness, but I wish you the best.

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please please write damian comforting reader after she found out that her boyfriend cheats on her please?

damian priest x reader

the other woman

you didn’t care about the fact that it was raining and you didn’t care about the fact that you were driving a little too fast, all you wanted to do was get away as far as possible from the place you used to call home.

 it started as a nice and normal day. 

you woke up early.

you did your workout, you left for work and before coming home you spent the afternoon at the nail salon, happy to get your nails done, but when you came back home what you didn’t expect was to find your three years long relationship boyfriend with his dick inside your neighbour and supposed friend.

you didn’t even let them explain, there was no need too.

you ran back into your car and drove as fast as possible.

there was only one place that you could go and there was only one person you knew that wouldn’t judge you.

your eyes full of tears, you barely saw the road but somehow managed to find yourself in front of damian’s house.

you let the rain wash all over you, your tears mixing with them and you knocked on his wooden door.

he was currently watching a show on the sofa, and he was a little surprised when he heard someone knocking on his door.

but he was definitely more surprised when he saw you standing there looking a completely mess.

your eyes full of tears, your body shaking from crying and the cold weather. he was speechless.

“oh my - come in y/n” he let you in without even questioning at first.

“thank you…” you sobbed.

he rushed to get you a towel and some of his warm clothes.

“here…you should get warmed up…take these, you know where the bathroom is” he smiled at you and you simply nodded.

he never saw you like this.

after ten minutes you came out from the bathroom and you felt a little better, at least physically. your hair and whole body was warm, you removed all the remaining make up and you weren’t shivering no more.

your eyes were still full of tears and damian couldn’t help but wonder what the heck happened to you.

“come here mariposa…” he gently helped you sitting on the couch. his heart broke at your sight. to him you were the light of his days, you were there to pick up his pieces when he was broken so he got worried when he saw you in that state.

“i didn’t mean to show up like this…” you apologised.

“nonsense, you are more than welcomed to stay here, everytime you need it…” he hugged you and you lost yourself between his warm arms. a hug that meant something “can you tell me what’s going on?” he gently asked you.

“he cheated…” you closed your eyes trying to forget the sight that kept repeating in your mind “he was…shit, in our bed…and from the look in his eyes i could tell it wasn’t the first time it happened…” you kept sobbing while damian’s arms kept you close.

he was pissed, he was beyond mad.

he couldn’t understand how someone would cheat on you. you were perfect to his eyes. you were everything he wanted and deep down he knew he was in love with you.

but you always looked so happy when you were with your boyfriend that he didn’t want to ruin your relationship so instead, he stayed close to you as a friend. he wanted to be the one to hold your hand and take you to dates but he knew he couldn’t because he saw how happy you and your boyfriend were.

“he’s a fucking dick…” damian said.

“how could he throw away three years like this? i mean - what did i do wrong? wasn’t i good enough?” you cried into his embrace.

“no no mariposa, you are more than good enough…if men want to cheat they’ll cheat, it’s their fault…i’m just shocked and mad that someone would cheat on you…that he cheated on you. y/n, you’re an amazing person, in and out and you don’t deserve this…” he said trying to keep it calm.

“so why did he do it? we were together for three years!” you kept wondering what you did do deserve this “i remember every time he told me that he would be late for work, and every time that he spend too much time helping out our neighbour saying that her sink was broken and shit like that…he had been fucking her for so many months now that i wasn’t even surprised that we stopped having sex…i should have caught up the signs damian…i should have done something, i should have known it…” you cried.

damian couldn’t bare to see you cry, not for a man like that but he let you continue.

“all the time i saw him with shopping bags, jewellery and lingerie shops, my stupid mind always thought that those things were for him that he liked to spend some money on himself, but in reality, he has been seen her for so many time… did you know that last week he even talked about marriage and family?” you sarcastically laughed “i’ve been the other woman for so long when she was supposed to be the other woman…but she ended up getting all of his love…”

“i wish i could turn back time and put some sense into his brain but i can’t princesa…i can’t undo what he did but i can promise you that’ll never leave and that i’ll be always here for you” his hands gently wiped your tears away “you have me…and you can stay here for as long as you want…i can even go to your apartment tomorrow and get you some of your stuff here, my spare bedroom is available and you don’t need to go back ever again…” he saw a sparkle in your eyes “i know it hurts…and it will for a while but you’re not alone into this…”

“i really don’t deserve you damian…”

“you do, you deserve so much more than this…but if you let me i’ll help you heal” he said honestly and you said yes.

you both spend the rest of the evening in each other’s embrace as damian kept watching a stupid show. you ended up falling asleep in his arms, and it was the first time, in a very long time that you felt safe and protected.

[holylulusworld]

Heavenly creature - Unbreakable Bonds (6)

Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Princess Shuri

Warnings: heavy angst, language, hurt & comfort, clingy/possessive reader, fluff, dad!Steve

A/N: I usually do not describe my reader’s appearance/race. In this case I had to make an exception as it’s important for the storyline.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 5

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“Soldier, are we done for today?” You hopefully look at Bucky when he walks inside the examination room. Your face falls seeing Steve by his side. “Please?”

“We are almost done for today,” Steve softly says. “Our friend will run a few more tests, okay.”

You reluctantly nod. 

“They mean no harm,” Bucky adds. You visibly relax at his words. “How about we have lunch together? All of us.” He holds out his hand and forces a smile on his face.

“Yes,” you grab his hand and smile widely. “Can we have dessert too? I miss ice cream. I haven’t had some in ages.”

“Why?” Steve asks. “Ice cream is great.”

“They said it’s bad and…” You suck in a breath. The words just slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Sugar is bad…feelings too…”

“Doll,” Bucky wraps his arms around you when you start to cry. “Hey, you can eat as much ice cream as you want to.”

“What if I can’t heal you because I ate sugar? What if you die?” You fist Bucky’s shirt. “I can’t risk losing you. It will be all my fault if you can’t be healed.”

Steve chokes out a sob. He witnessed Hydra’s cruelty more than once. But your broken voice telling them all the things Hydra planted in your young mind when you were a child, is unbearable to him.

“They won’t know, Y/N,” Steve tries once again to get your attention. “Bucky is healthy and strong. If he gets hurt, we can help him at the medic bay. We have doctors, and I can donate blood for him too. I’m a super-soldier, remember?”

“You can?” You lift your head and sniffle. “Is your blood as good as mine? Maybe it’s not as good…”

“Y/N, I’m your father. We share the same blood,” Steve holds back another sob when you reluctantly let go of Bucky to step toward him. “I’m a universal donor too.”

“Oh!” Your smile widens and you grasp Steve’s hand. “You can save my soldier too! Wonderful!”

Steve holds back a sigh. Your whole world seems to revolve around his friend. Since they broke the barrier you built in your mind to protect yourself from remembering your past, you lost interest in anything but Bucky. 

“We should eat now,” Steve murmurs, afraid to scare you off if he speaks any louder. “What do you like?”

“Pasta and ice cream,” you dreamily say. “Maybe we can have chocolate too, and pudding. I love pudding.”

“Hmm…tastes great,” you shovel the pasta in your mouth, ignoring people staring at you and the super-soldiers at your table. “What?” You cock a brow. “It’s good.”

“You should slow down,” Steve whispers, afraid to draw too much attention toward your table. “There is more than enough.”

“It’s delicious and I don’t want you to steal my food,” you pout at Steve before you look at Bucky. “Why don’t you eat, soldier? You need food to stay strong and healthy.”

“I’m good,” Bucky barely touched the food in front of him. On your way to the restaurant, you talked non-stop about your past, and all the things your so-called parents forbid you. Like playing with your dolls or spending time with other kids.

You nod but worry Bucky might be sick. “Are you sick? Do you need me to help you?” You slip off the chair to press the back of your hand to Bucky’s forehead. “No temperature. That’s good. You’re not having a fever then.”

“Y/N,” Steve gets up from his chair to stop you from examining Bucky. “Please eat your food. Bucky is not sick. You need the food more than him.”

“Okay.”

Steve pulls the chair for you, nodding at his friend. “You need to eat something too, Buck. We don’t want Y/N to worry about you. Give her what she needs…”

“I’ll eat, doll,” Bucky lifts the spoon to his mouth. “See. No reason to worry about me all the time.”

You shyly glance at your plate. There is chaos in your mind. A part of you wants to be close to Bucky, and make sure he’s safe. And the little part that’s left of the shy librarian is screaming bloody murder and begs you to run for the hills if you get the chance to do so.

So far, you don’t know which part of your personality will win the war going on inside of you. You’d love it to be the part wanting to be close to Bucky. Because without him, who are you?

Steve shows you around the apartment they prepared at the Avengers’ tower for you. You follow him, barely sparing the furniture and decoration a glance.

“We got most of your things, some books too. If you need anything else, please let me know,” he hopefully looks at you, waiting for your response.

“That’s very kind of you, and Mr. Stark but—” you chew on your lower lip, afraid to anger the super-soldier. “Can I not stay with my soldier?”

“Y/N,” he sighs. “I know something tells you that you must stay close to Bucky, but it’s best if you stay here for a while. You need to time on your own, and to sort your thoughts.”

“I want—” you shake your head. “I need to stay close. Please don’t leave me here all alone with my thoughts. Please.” You grab Steve’s hand, tugging hard. “Please Dad…don’t leave me alone with them…”

“With whom?” he softly asks. “Y/N?”

“The ghosts of my past,” you whimper. “I can hear them in my head now. Mom. Dad. My aunt. The doctors. The men with the guns,” you sniffle. “They are screaming at me. If I’m close to the soldier, they are gone.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Steve wraps you in a hug. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Bucky hates himself for kidnapping and hurting you. He blames himself for forcing you to remember your past.”

“I hated my life before the soldier found me again. Nightmares and flashbacks aren’t new to me. I just didn’t know why the voices followed me around. At least now I know that I’m not crazy.

“If you want me to, I’ll ask Bucky if it’s okay that you stay with him for tonight.”

“Please.”

Steve wishes you’d seek his closeness. You’re a grown woman, still, Steve feels like he’s holding a newborn child in his arms. Not days ago, he believed he’d never get the chance to become a father, and now he’s holding his child in his arms.  

“We will ask him together. Okay. Don’t worry. Bucky is a good man and will not send you away. Get a few things and I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

Steve steps away to leave the room. He’s still torn between protecting you from his best friend and being happy that you trust Bucky enough to feel safe close to him.

“You’d have been a much better dad,” you murmur as Steve grabs the door handle. “Now I know why they never told me about you.”

“I wish I knew about you, Y/N. I’d have come to your aid and saved you and Bucky.”

“I know.”

“No programming and no manipulation?” Tony huffs. “That’s impossible. It’s like she’s programmed to follow Barnes like a puppy.”

Shuri shakes her head. “You don’t understand. In a way, she got manipulated by Hydra. But – the part of Y/N seeking White Wolf’s closeness is the part that remembers his kindness in times of need. I talked to her for hours and ran all the tests. It’s her, nothing more and nothing less.”

“I don’t—” Tony shakes his head. “How’s that possible?”

“Her vulnerable soul and broken mind tried to find a way to bear all the pain and treatment. Somehow, a bond between these tortured souls formed so many years ago. And I think it’s unbreakable…”

“Sold-“ you stop yourself from pouncing on Bucky. You nervously shuffle from one foot to the other, waiting for Bucky to tell you to get closer. “Bucky.”

“Hi,” Bucky offers a weak smile. “How are you?”

“I…” Dropping your gaze you shrug. “I don’t know, to be honest. I remember everything now. Hydra. You. My parents, who weren’t my parents. My time as a librarian. The soldier protecting me.”

“I remember you now too,” he slowly steps closer and holds out his hand. “Back then I made a promise to you. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” you nod and smile. “You said that no one will ever hurt me again. That you’ll save me and get me away from the bad people.”

“I will keep that promise from now on. I failed you in the past,” he takes your hand to gently hold it, “I won’t fail this time...”

The End...?

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[edgessunflower]

Welcome to @romanthereigns and my prompt list! 💜💛

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⚠️18+ for smut prompts!⚠️

☼ "I've never felt this way with anyone before"

☼ “You’re so kinky” “thanks, it’s only when you’re around”

☼ "I got you"

☼ “I need you to be quiet for me, okay? I promise I’ll make you feel so good if you’re real quiet”

☼ "You are the only one that makes me feel these things"

☼ “You feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me”

☼ "Let me show just how much you mean to me"

☼ “If you don’t stop with your attitude, I’ll make you stop”

☼ "I just want to please you"

☼ “I don’t care how long it takes, you’re screaming my name tonight”

☼ "I want you, I need you"

☼ “God, if you keep doing that, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last”

☼ "We’re not just friends, you know that"

☼ “If you keep acting like that, I’ll show you why you shouldn’t”

☼ "Don't close your eyes, baby look at me"

☼ “Fuck sweets, you’re such a good girl/boy”

☼ "If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs"

☼ "Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you"

☼ “Sit back and enjoy the ride”

❀ “I was never afraid of you, just falling in love”

❀ "I don’t think I can ever love again"

❀ “Did you mean anything you said?”

❀ "I don’t think I could love anyone the way I loved you"

❀ “You could never want me, just look at me”

❀ "Shit, no, that's not what I meant"

❀ “You said you loved me, was it all a lie?”

❀ "I’m tired of being broken"

❀ “I can’t forgive you for this, you do this time and time again and you’ve ran out of chances for redemption”

❀ "Was it something I said?"

❀ “You could walk away right now, you’re not the first and you’re certainly not the last”

❀ "Your opinion of me won't change, right?"

❀ “If she’s injured, I don’t know what to do with myself”

❀ "I know, I know I wasn't enough... I always did"

❀ “Please don’t cry, I didn’t mean what I said” “yes you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said it”

❀ "If you want to leave, you can"

❀ “All I wanted for you was to not hate me”

❀ "I'm barely holding on"

❀ “You never cared for me”

❀ "I'll remember you though, I remember everyone that leaves"

✧ "I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant"

✧ “Our baby has your nose…it’s one of my many favorite things about you”

✧ "You know I support you, whatever choice you end up making I will always be by your side okay?"

✧ “I often wondered who they would look like… they look so much like you. Perfect, not a flaw on them”

✧ "I am so grateful to you for loving me and allowing me to be a part of this family with you"

✧ “I love watching you be a dad, it looks good on you”

✧ "Saying hi to the world I see"

✧ “I can’t believe I passed out” “I told you not to look down”

✧ "We really made this baby together, huh?"

✧ “Wow” “wow what?” “I’m really having a baby with the love of my life”

✧ "I'm going to be a part of this child's life even though it's not mine"

✧ “Are you sure you want this?” “Absolutely, you and our baby are my everything”

✧ "Hi my baby, we love you no matter what and can't wait to meet you"

✧ “I know a baby throws a wrench in all your plans, but I hope this doesn’t change your mind about us” “Darling, nothing can change my mind about us, We’re adding another member to our family”

✧ "This wasn't planned but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world"

✧ “We can’t wait any longer, this baby’s coming now”

✧ "This baby isn't biologically mine but from this moment on, I'm always gonna be the dad they need"

✧ "Hi pretty girl, it's your daddy and I love you so much"

✧ “I’m a whale” “then you’re the most beautiful whale I’ve ever seen”

♡ “I would love to fall asleep to the sound of your beating heart every night”

♡ "You brought me back to life"

♡ “I guess I’m in love” “I guess I’m in love too”

♡ "I never intend on leaving you, you hear me? never"

♡ “You have a laugh that makes it seem everything is okay”

♡ "Who needs to look at the stars when I can look at you?"

♡ “I can’t stop thinking of you, you’re the one thing that's always on my mind”

♡ "Your eyes are so pretty"

♡ “I love watching the sky, but you’re the prettiest star of them all”

♡ "It's scary how much I need you sometimes, if you're not around, I genuinely believe I start losing it"

♡ “Can I tell you something?” “Sure” *leans into kiss* “I really like you!”

♡ "Thank you for being here for me"

♡ “What’s the one thing you want?” “You”

♡ "You're so warm"

♡ “You’re so cute when you’re flustered”

♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

♡ “You’re my happy place”

♡ "I love having you in my arms"

♡ “You’re the sunshine on a dark day”

♡ "What?" "Nothing, just glad I met you"

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 5

It’s become apparent that the only thing you can do is avoid Byakuya. You can’t deal with anything. Not his confession or your own feelings. In theory, this is your dream. He literally said that he wants to be your lover.

“I should be happy that our feelings are mutual.”

Although that is the case, you can’t help but think about what it means. Not just his position as a captain, but his status as a noble. You aren’t naive. You’ve heard about his late wife. Rukia’s sister.

Hisana.

His family hated him for marrying someone who wasn’t what they viewed as important, but he did anyway.

“What’ll happen if they find out he’s interested in someone as plain as me.”

Surely he’ll lose the respect of his clan.

You let out another sigh as you try to stay focused on restocking the gauze. Hanataro has noticed your worried expressions.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)-chan?”

“Hai.”

You work up a smile on your face as you finish up. Byakuya seems to have gotten quite busy. Rukia had told you that he was appointed a mission in the world of the living. Which gave you a little time to work through your thoughts.

Standing, you turn.

“I’ll be turning in.”

You bow and Hanataro watches as you walk out.

As you’re making your way through the squad barracks you try to settle your mind. But it’s no use. 

All you can think about is him.

His words.

His face.

Why did he have to be so perfect? Just a few months ago the both of you barely acknowledged each other.

Except maybe that’s not the whole truth. That first mission you did together. He said that he remembered you. Back when Aizen had everyone deceived. When you were just trying to be a good healer. Back then, just the thought of defeating a hollow was so out of the realm of possibility for you.

“Has he..always thought about me since then..”

You can’t help but wonder now. Because these feelings seem to have come out of nowhere and that seems so unlikely.

“(L/N)-san.”

The voice startles you, and standing right in front of your quarters is Byakuya. You almost bite your tongue.

How are you supposed to get out of this? It’s easy when he’s not around. But how do you explain all the other times that you’d literally disappeared when he showed up.

“K-Kuchiki-taicho, you’re back.”

You bow.

Maybe if you feign obliviousness, he won’t figure it out.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Your body grows stiff and you rise slowly. Your eyes are sheltered by your hair. Just the thought of looking at him would be too much.

The silence speaks for itself.

“Is the thought of us together that unsettling to you?”

You press your hand to your chest at his question.

“I..I..”

You feel like crying.

“I see. I apologize. I won’t force you to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I should have been more considerate. I made feelings known, but I never asked how you felt. If those feelings were even returned.”

This is your chance to speak. Explain why this is so hard, but no words will leave your lips.

“Please excuse me.”

He turns in the opposite direction, walking away. With each step, there’s a tug at your heart. A subtle pull that hurts more than you expected. You clench your fists tighter.

“Coward…I’m a coward..”

Why can’t you just say the words.

Say the words.

SAY IT!

“I-I LIKE YOU!!”

Byakuya froze in his spot. He turns, and his expression shows obvious shock.

“I..I like you so much b-but… but we’re different. What if you end up in pain..fighting with your family because of me..”

“So that’s it.”

It’s not a matter of unrequited feelings.

You mean to say more, but in a matter of seconds he's standing right in front of you.

“K-Kuchiki-”

“My family’s views on who I pursue do not concern me.”

You’re a bit speechless.

“I have done my part. I once placed my pride before my integrity and I made a vow to never do that again. The ones that I hold dear, they are the only ones whose opinions hold any kind of weight. The rest of them believe that status is the most important.”

When he reaches out and takes your hand, it slowly lowers from the protective position against your chest.

“If you return these feelings, then nothing else should matter.”

You might actually start crying. Byakuya brings your hand up to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. Your cheeks heat up, and you can only gape. His stoic gaze that has always given off a sense of nonchalance is so much more tender.

“Do you truly feel the same?”

You nod, cheeks still a heated red.

“H-Hai!”

It’s one of the rare times that he smiles, and it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen.

You never want to forget this. 

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 3 - Slipping through my fingers

The prompt for this was "Can you hold me?"

Suguru is having a bad day. In all honesty, he’s having a bad week, but he tries not to think too much about why that is. Today though, today has been very bad and it’s all he can think about when he comes home.

The fact that Satoru doesn’t bound up to him to greet him only serves to sour his mood more, but it’s the reality Suguru has been living with for the last two weeks at least.

And that’s the problem.

Satoru won’t touch him anymore; hell, he barely even spends time together with Suguru and Suguru misses him like one would a missing limb.

He doesn’t even know what’s going on; one day he noticed that Satoru was less physical with him than he used to be and from then on it was just downhill. Almost everything Suguru cherishes about their relationship is going down the drain and Suguru doesn’t understand.

Satoru does reach out for him sometimes, but it’s barely enough for Suguru to even track the motion before he seems to remember himself and snatch his hand back, as if he’s trying to train himself out of a bad habit.

Sure, Satoru used to be clingy with Suguru, almost excessively so, but Suguru never minded that. And it’s only now, that Satoru is no longer doing it, that Suguru realises just how much he loved it.

Normally Satoru would be right there when Suguru comes home, skipping up to him to drape himself over Suguru’s shoulder, flick his forehead or poke his sides, demanding to hear all about Suguru’s day, and then barely letting him get two words in before he goes into a detailed recollection of his own day.

And Suguru never minded, never thought of it as annoying or bothersome and so it hurts all the more, now that these things are no longer happening.

Suguru takes off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, all while keeping an ear out for Satoru. He’s home, that much Suguru can tell by the lights being on, but he didn’t react to Suguru coming back at all and Suguru’s chest hurts.

“I’m home,” he calls out, something he never really had to do before, not when Satoru was always there to greet him at the door, but now Suguru has to go find him in the living-room, his eyes glued to his phone.

“Welcome back,” Satoru replies, his eyes only briefly leaving whatever it is he’s seeing on the screen and Suguru bites back the urge to cry.

Today has been so taxing on him that he would love nothing more than to curl up on the couch, Satoru’s lanky frame tucked in his arms and his limbs wrapped around him as he yaps on about something so inconsequential that it takes Suguru’s mind off the bad things but with how things have been between them lately, that is no longer something that is within Suguru’s reach.

And Suguru is learning to be okay with that, to respect the distance Satoru is putting between them—has to, really, if he doesn’t want to hurt Satoru—even though he doesn’t understand why it’s happening at all, but he can’t. Not today.

So he lingers in the doorway, rolling the words around his mouth, wondering if it’s going to break something further between them if he just comes out and asks but before he can make up his mind, Satoru cranes his head back to look at him.

“Everything alright?” he wants to know and the question almost makes Suguru laugh.

Nothing has been alright for weeks at this point, but he doesn’t feel like getting into that now.

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s peachy, I just—” he cuts himself off, scrubbing a hand over his face before he squares his shoulders.

Just once. He’ll ask for this just once and then never again.

“I just had a really bad day, and I’m wondering—can you hold me? Just for like, a quick hug, maybe?” he asks and doesn’t even dare to look at Satoru’s face.

With how it’s been between them Suguru wouldn’t be surprised if something like disgust flutters over Satoru’s features and he really does not want to see that.

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out and instead of jumping up like he normally would to do exactly as Suguru asked, he takes his sweet time deciding. “I guess,” he finally mutters, dragging his body off the couch and Suguru already regrets ever opening his mouth.

But before he can tell Satoru that he changed his mind, that he doesn’t have to do this, Satoru is right there and holds out his arms.

This too, has changed, Suguru realises with mounting despair. Satoru never before gave him the chance to initiate a hug or any kind of contact really; he always just took, expecting Suguru to be okay with—and being right about it, too.

Suguru hesitates for a moment, unfamiliar with the act of having to step into Satoru’s arms when it always used to be the other way around and when he does he fears for a split second that Satoru is going to stay like this; passive, with his arms stretched out, unwilling to touch more of Suguru than he really has to.

Thankfully, that horror scenario doesn’t come true, because when Suguru presses himself against Satoru, bringing his arms around his back to pull him close, Satoru in turn brings his arms around Suguru as well.

It’s enough to bring tears to Suguru’s eyes, because this is the first time in six days that Satoru has touched him. Not that Suguru is counting, or anything.

He loses himself in the contact, in Satoru’s warmth and his scent and the way Suguru can feel him breathe and he must have taken too long because Satoru clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

“Shit, sorry,” Suguru gets out, moving away from Satoru as if he’s been burned and taking a step back for good measure as well.

He sees how Satoru’s hand falls to his side, how it curls into a tight fist and Suguru’s stomach churns. He made Satoru uncomfortable. He asked for more than Satoru is clearly willing to give him and he can’t believe that he was so goddamn selfish about it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Satoru, I won’t—sorry,” Suguru mutters, no longer able to look at Satoru but unable to stop apologising as well. It’s Satoru himself who finally cuts off his rambling.

“Suguru,” is all he says but it’s enough to make Suguru’s eyes burn.

They talk still—of course they do, they live together after all—but they barely say anything of substance anymore and it feels as if it’s been ages since Satoru actually called him by his name.

“Satoru,” Suguru says in turn, hoping that his voice doesn’t sound as shaky as he feels. “Can I fix it?”

“Huh?” Satoru asks and when Suguru dares to look at him there’s genuine confusion on his face.

“Can I fix what I did?” Suguru wants to know because it has to be something he did, right? Satoru has been pulling away for weeks now and if he did so because he got a date or a partner or whatever he would have told Suguru, surely. So this means it’s something that Suguru did, that he fucked up somehow and if only Satoru would tell him so that he can fix it—

“Suguru, that’s not—it’s not like that,” Satoru finally says and Suguru’s heart plummets straight to the ground.

It’s too late then.

“I see,” he huffs out with a soft laugh, wetter than he’d like it to be. “I see. I lost you and I didn’t even notice. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Satoru, I really am, even though I didn’t notice. Even though I don’t even know why. I’m sorry.”

There’s a long, uncomfortable silence between them before Satoru speaks again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

It’s such a stupid, useless, boldfaced lie that it makes Suguru laugh.

“Right. Is that why you’ve been looking at apartments?” His question makes Satoru flinch, or maybe it’s the bitterness in Suguru’s voice. “When are you moving out?” he forces himself to ask, because at this point, it’s surely only a matter of time.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Satoru mutters and he could have thrust a knife straight in Suguru’s chest, it would hurt less, he’s sure of that.

“A surprise,” he repeats, feeling cold all over. “I didn’t know you could be this cruel.”

It’s a lie; he knows Satoru. He can be thoughtless and careless and mindlessly cruel to the people he doesn’t like but Suguru never had that directed at him. And now that it is, he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Suguru wants to flee and hide in his room and curl up under his blanket; maybe until Satoru is gone and his life bereft of something he stupidly thought would always be there but the look on Satoru’s face keeps him pinned right where he stands.

“No, Suguru,” Satoru starts but Suguru doesn’t let him finish.

“You forget that my mail is linked to that account as well. I get recommendations based on your latest research all the time. Don’t even pretend; you’re looking at apartments with only one bedroom.”

Suguru had almost crushed his phone the first time it happened and every subsequent time it happened had felt like a punch to the gut. There were a lot of recommendations, meaning Satoru must have been looking for a new apartment almost frantically.

“The thing with the apartment is not like that,” Satoru tries again, wringing his hands in front of his chest but not really offering up any kind of explanation. “It’s not like that,” he finishes weakly, seemingly unable to come up with anything better and now finally anger sparks inside of Suguru.

“Then what is it like, Satoru? Huh? Explain it to me, because it sure looks to me as if you want nothing to do with me anymore.”

Satoru blanches at that.

“I’m just trying to give you space!” he finally cries out and Suguru scoffs at that.

“Giving me space, right,” he mockingly says. “Is that why you don’t talk to me anymore? Why you won’t touch me anymore? Gods, Satoru, some days I’m surprised you don’t get up and leave the room the moment I step into it. Giving me space,” he repeats again, the anger being drowned out by the hurt once more. “Did you ever ask me if I want any of that?” he finishes in a whisper and he’s alarmed when he sees tears form in Satoru’s eyes.

“But you do, right? I mean, everyone does, when it comes to me. And the others, they said—”

“The others?” Suguru demands to know because what does anyone else have to do with this?

“Remember when we were at Nanami’s place last time?” Satoru asks, avoiding Suguru’s gaze.

It’s been a few weeks, but of course Suguru still remembers. It’s the last time Satoru was open with him, the last time Satoru touched him without reservation. It’s hard for Suguru to forget that.

“Yeah,” he simply says, because what else is there to say.

“You said you don’t mind that I’m being—that I am like I am,” Satoru says with a self-deprecating smile. “But it’s a lie, right? You do mind. And rightfully so, I guess, because who wouldn’t mind. I just—I’m just trying to not make you hate me.”

Suguru remembers as if it were yesterday; Satoru had been over him all evening and by the time Haibara asked if Suguru ever minded Satoru’s clinginess, Satoru had been stretched out on the couch, his head in Suguru’s lap as he lazily scratched at his scalp.

There were so many different answers at the tip of his tongue, ranging from a simple ‘No’ to a way too honest ‘I love it’ and so he had settled on a neutral ‘I don’t mind, it’s fine’. Clearly that had been the wrong thing to say.

“And you thought letting me think that you hate me is the way to go?” Suguru asks because that’s been the only thing rattling around his mind these last few days.

“I don’t hate you!” Satoru is quick to say, his voice urgent and Suguru pushes a hand through his hair.

“Satoru, you don’t touch me anymore. You don’t talk to me, you’re being stiff and stand-offish with me. What did you expect me to think?”

“I don’t know,” Satoru admits, his entire stance slumping in despair. “I just—I just don’t want you to get tired of me. I want to give you all the space you need so that I can stay by your side forever,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I never asked for space,” Suguru gets out. “I don’t want space. I want you, back in my life, like you were before,” he confesses and he’s about to reach out for Satoru’s hand when he remembers the apartments. “When are you—did you already sign a new lease?” he forces himself to ask because if they can work through everything else, he’s sure they can work through this, too.

He won’t like it, living apart from Satoru, but if they can meet up regularly, and go back to how they were before, Suguru will make it work. Anything to not lose Satoru completely.

“I wasn’t going to move out,” Satoru quietly says and a flash of pain goes through Suguru.

Satoru is still lying to him.

“I see,” he whispers, and something in his voice must have tipped Satoru off, because he frantically steps closer.

“Suguru, no, I wasn’t going to move out, I promise, I just—” He cuts himself off, biting his lower lip and avoiding Suguru’s eyes.

“You were just looking at options, I get it,” Suguru mechanically states, wills himself not to react outwardly besides this, even though his eyes burn.

All this talk about giving Suguru space, when in reality Satoru just wants to get away from him.

“I can move out, too, if that’s easier for you,” Suguru finally offers because he’ll have to move anyway. He could never stay in an apartment he shared with Satoru without him in there.

“I was looking for a new place for us,” Satoru blurts out, reaching out for Suguru’s sleeve. “I—it was just a stupid daydream on my part, okay, let’s forget about it.”

Suguru blinks.

“You were looking at one-bedroom apartments,” he reminds Satoru, who goes a little bit red at that.

“Yeah, like I said—a stupid daydream. I didn’t actually think you’d agree, I mean—there’s no faster way to make you tired of me than living together, right?”

“We are living together,” Suguru reminds him, because nothing Satoru says makes any sense anymore.

They share this apartment, have been ever since they started at college, so Suguru really doesn’t understand what Satoru is going on about.

“No,” Satoru whines out, tugging on Suguru’s sleeve as if he could make him understand like that.

Suguru can’t keep up with this anymore; his heart is not able to take it. One moment he thinks Satoru is going to leave him and then he says confusing things like this and it’s all just too much.

“Satoru, I need you to explain to me exactly what you were thinking because I don’t get it. And I—I can’t take it, this—” he waves at the space between them, hoping to make Satoru understand. “I can’t go on like this.”

Satoru’s breath comes out hard and fast at that, as if he’s about to run away from Suguru again, despite the way he’s still clutching Suguru’s sleeve in his hand but Suguru waits him out. He needs an answer and he needs it now.

“I want us to live together, move in together. Share a bedroom,” he finally says, his voice faint and trembling. “Because I’m in love with you. And I just—I thought a little daydreaming couldn’t hurt. I knew you’d never agree, that you’re not—and I mean, I don’t want to make you tired of me faster than I am even now, so of course it’s never happening, but I just—it was nice looking at the apartments and dreaming for a while. Especially since I couldn’t—since I wouldn’t allow myself to be annoying with you anymore. And I’m sorry, I know this is not—I can still move out, if you want,” he weakly finishes and let’s go of Suguru’s sleeve.

He doesn’t get far, because Suguru chases his hand, tangling their fingers together, clearly much to Satoru’s surprise.

“I don’t want you to move out,” Suguru tells him, his voice barely carrying farther than the space between them. “I don’t want you to be less annoying with me. I want you back like you were before, clingy and physical and in my face and there all the time. I want us to go back to how we were five weeks ago. And then I want to move in with you,” Suguru finally says, daring to step closer to Satoru. “Because I’m in love with you, too, and living together with you, sharing our lives even more than we do now, is something I want as well.”

Satoru blinks up at him, his eyes wide and surprised and Suguru aches to lean in to kiss the tears still clinging to his lashes away, but he forces himself to stay still. He thinks he would be allowed, but he can’t take a chance with Satoru. He needs him to lean in first.

And Satoru does.

He leans in, not for the kiss Suguru is dying for, but to press their cheeks together, his free arm coming around Suguru to cling to his back, while he tangles their fingers together more firmly.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru whispers, his breath tickling Suguru’s ear. “I’m sorry for being stupid and thoughtless and making you think I hate you and assuming things. I won’t do it again.”

“See that you don’t,” Suguru agrees, making Satoru chuckle and Suguru just has to tilt his head to brush his lips against Satoru’s skin. “Please,” he adds, more pleading than he’d like to be, really, but he doesn’t care, can’t care, not when it’s Satoru. “I have missed you.”

“I have missed you, too, so much,” Satoru wetly chuckles out, pressing even closer even though there is barely any space between them anyway.

Suguru can tell that there is something else he wants to say, but for some reason he’s holding himself back and Suguru sighs.

“Satoru,” he admonishes him. “Don’t hold back, not with me, please. What is it?”

“Alright,” Satoru huffs out. “Can I move in with you today? We don’t have to find a new apartment, right? We can just—you always wanted an office anyway.”

It makes Suguru laugh, relief and happiness and love all bubbling up in his throat and he peppers every inch of Satoru he can reach with kisses.

“If you think I’m letting you out of reach again after this, you’re delusional,” he gives back. “We can move your things tomorrow. Today I just want to hold you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Satoru agrees and then completely contrary to his words, he pulls away from Suguru, pulling an unhappy sound out of him. “Let’s go to the couch; I want to be a boneless lump on top of you and I have to catch you up on five weeks of daily reports.”

“And whose fault is that?” Suguru asks, playfully tugging on Satoru’s hair, but readily following him to the couch, their hands still tangled together.

“Guilty as charged,” Satoru immediately says. “And it won’t happen again, not unless you tell me to fuck off.”

“So never then,” Suguru says, and before Satoru can push him down on the couch, he steps close, takes Satoru’s chin in his hand and presses a kiss to his lips. “Never ever gonna happen,” he whispers and feels Satoru shudder against him.

“I’m holding you to your words,” he gives back, pressing close for another kiss, one that Suguru willingly gives him and it’s only after a few minutes of kissing that he allows Satoru to push him down on the couch.

True to his words, Satoru immediately climbs on top of him, stretching out all the way, Suguru’s arm securely around him, before he goes heavy and limp.

“I have missed you so much,” Satoru mutters and Suguru nuzzles the top of his head.

He doesn’t point out again that it was entirely Satoru’s fault that they were in this situation to begin with, because it’s useless and already resolved anyway and in all honesty, he would much rather use his lips to press kisses to Satoru’s head over and over again than to speak.

Satoru speaks enough for the both of them anyway, with how he immediately launches into his rambling of his days and Suguru lets out a long, happy sigh.

This is exactly where he wanted to be for the last few weeks and he couldn’t be happier to finally be here again.

[s-creations]

Snapshot #2 (Yellow, Purple, Red, Green Short Stories Series)

Small moments collected together to share more of their story.

(Short stories involving all the characters that are just here to add more to the series.)

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Waluigi & Wario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Short stories involving more day to day lives, trying not to make anything to serious, if you have ideas you can message me!

((Author's Note:

First Off: THE BIGGEST HEADACHE OF MY CAREER HAS ENDED FOR THIS YEAR! I'm officially on a break and I'm going to enjoy myself! I can't even begin to tell you how much this past work year has been so draining.

Second: There are a few prompts for this chapter that were given to me by some wonderful fans…and I don't remember who they are. So! If you recognize a prompt from below and you know you sent that into me, message me on here or on my Tumblr! I'll update as I get names.

Third: Beyond this chapter, there are two more long one shots before the end of the 2nd Season. After that, I'm giving myself some time to work on Season 3 and (hopefully) be better prepared to post more regularly for that new season. But we'll see how it goes.

Fourth: This chapter was supposed to be up yesterday. But work got in the way. Sorry.

Anyway, enjoy!))

1. E. Gadd

Mario faltered when, upon opening the front door, found a large, heavy looking box before him. Just barely able to make out Wario’s feet sticking out from the other side. 

“Um, good morning?” Mario called out.

“Are you going to move or do I need to just hand this over.”

“Oh, ah, right, sorry.”

The hero shuffled to the side, allowing Wario to rather uncomfortably waddle his way in. Both wincing at how heavy said item sounded as it was dropped onto the floor. 

“What in Grambi’s name did you buy?” Wario panted out as he wiped his brow. 

“Nothing! Where did you even find it?”

“On your front step.”

“Well…does it have a name on it?”

There were a few moments spent on searching the box over. Wario letting out a cry of triumph. “Got it! It’s for…Luigi. With your name kind of scribbled on here kind of last minute feel. You know? Like, you were an extreme afterthought.”

“Sure. Does it say who it’s from?”

“Nope, nothing that I’m seeing.” 

Mario frowned in confusion. “We weren’t expecting anything…” 

They both looked up upon hearing footsteps on the stairs. Finding Luigi walking down with his own look of confusion on his face, eyes focused on the box. 

“What did we get?”

 “Don’t know. But it’s technically for you.” Wario answered.

“Me?”

“Well, Mario’s name is on here too. But I think it’s mainly for you.”

Making his way further down, Luigi looked the box over before opening it slowly. Just in case there was something dangerous waiting inside. But removing the lid revealed it to be nothing more than a large and very strange looking screen. One that had numerous wires and tubes of multiple strange looking liquids contained inside. All connected together in a rather convoluted set up that made all present absolutely confused. 

“Why does it smell like oil and…coffee beans?” Wario cautiously commented as he sniffed the air.

“Can we get it out of there?” Luigi asked. 

“Yeah, hold on. Let me take care of this.”

Mario and Luigi moved back slightly as Wario reached into the box. Both watched on as the contraption was shifted over to the kitchen table. A quiet sigh of relief sounded as the table took the weight of it all easily. 

As Wario caught his breath once more, Mario plucked off a folded piece of paper that had been taped to the bottom of the screen. Opening it to read, “Dear brothers (specifically Luigi).”

Wario let out a weak chuckle at that.

Ignoring the sound, Mario continued on, “Considering what you’ve experienced, I figured it would be best to stay connected. And, as letters would take far too long to spread information, I’ve taken it upon myself to build this wonderful contraption! When you’re able to, hit the large red button on the side.”

All three nervously eyed said button.

“I-Is it signed?” Luigi asked.

“No, and that’s all we have for instructions.”

“Don’t suppose your Bean boyfriend made this?” Wario suggested.

“No,” Luigi shook his head, “we exchange letters only.”

All so wound up, the three jumped when Polterpup happily phased through the ceiling. Practically dancing around the contraption in joy. Looking back towards Luigi expectedly after a few moments.

“W-Well, Polterpup s-seems to think it’s o-okay.”

“They’re also a ghost,” Wario frowned, “I don’t think explosions will harm them like it’ll harm us if this thing explodes.”

“Still…” Cautiously, Luigi reached past the spectral pup to push said button.

The contraption let out the most horrendous noise. All living beings scrambling away, even back into the living room, hands over their ears while Polterpup remained sitting on the chair. As the noise grew and the ground even began to shake, Wario collected the twins close to shield them with his body as best he could. 

It was unclear how long they waited. But as the horrible sound reached its peak, there was a small ‘ding!’ and it fell quiet once more.

They didn’t move.

Polterpup began to bark happily.

It was still tensely quiet. 

“Wait, wait, wait- ah! Stupid tubes… Polterpup! Wonderful to see you again!”

“Wait a minute.” Wario grumbled. 

“Is that…” Mario raised a brow.

Luigi wiggled out of Wario’s hold to run back into the kitchen. On the screen was Professor Elvin Gadd. Strange glasses turned away from the eager Polterpup to Luigi, who was standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.

“Professor!” Luigi beamed as he claimed the seat in front of the screen once Polterpup moved.

“Luigi, my boy! Wonderful to see you again. How are you?”

“I’m…I’m good. Did you make this?”

“Yes! One of my better inventions. A one way visual communicator so that we can check in better. I call it the ‘Social Networking Ecto-System.”

“Could you put your name on your invention next time.” Wario said as he and Mario walked in.

“I did! My logo is on the front. Right on top of the screen.”

All eyes went up to where E. Gadd was pointing. Sure enough, embossed on the screen frame, was a very abstract image of the professor. Only recognizable by the wide swirling glasses and the swirl of hair. 

“I said ‘name’, not logo. How were we supposed to know that was you? It barely looks like you!” Wario argued back.

“But I did put my brand on it.”

As Wario groaned, Mario pulled another chair over to sit in front of the screen as well. “Uh, hey professor. We weren’t expecting to hear from you so soon. Especially like this. Is everything okay?”

“Fine! Everything is fine. I just realized that I had no easy way to contact you all. And with that whole Boo situation, a quick way to connect would be best for all parties.”

“So you made some sort of combination of garbage?” Wario asked. Shooting Mario a challenging glare when the hero turned to stare him down. 

“Well, one works with what one has. Innovation is the mother of necessity and what not.”

“Maybe we should tell everyone about cell phones.” Luigi whispered to Mario, who nodded.

“Either way, I would suggest setting this up somewhere that won’t disrupt your normal state of being.”

“I’m…sure we’ll figure something out.” Luigi replied while peering around the area he could see from his seat.

“Hey, professor, could we ask you something?” Mario quickly voiced. 

“Of course!”

“You’re…human, correct?”

Gadd still before letting out a hearty laugh. “Yes, yes I am! Apology for the delay there, I really had to think about it for a moment. You spend enough years here you tend to forget what you are.”

“And spend that entire time alone.” Wario stated in a low tone.

“So, you came from Earth as well.” said Mario after casually hitting the larger brother in the stomach.

“Indeed I did.”

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“Oh, it probably wasn’t much different from your experience. I was a younger ghost hunter. Trying my hand at unique, untouched potential. A few years into my work I found a building in a rather interesting place.”

“Interesting how?” Luigi asked. 

“Well, first off, it was deep underground. I found an altar of some kind with that familiar green pipe in the center of it all. I’d never seen a set up as such before. With how thick the surrounding walls were, it was pretty clear the area was supposed to be sealed away forever.”

The twins shared a look, but didn’t interrupt. 

“My equipment pulled me towards said pipe. There was a huge surge of energy coming from it. In hindsight, I should have been a bit more careful.” 

“You fell in.” Mario started weakly.

“Fell, pushed, pulled, overall it doesn’t matter. All I truly remember was standing in the ruins for one moment and the next second I was this world. And I’ve been here ever since.”

“Has anyone else known that you’re here?” Wario asked. 

“Oh, plenty of people! While I may enjoy my solitude and working with ghosts, I do need to interact with others. This is just the only time people of significance were aware of me. Met a few big personalities in my time. Oh the adventures I’ve had.”

It fell quiet as E. Gadd happily reminisced on his past outings. The other three thinking over what they’d just been told. 

“Well, anyway, I’ve eaten up enough of your time!” E. Gadd said with a smile, “Make sure you put this up somewhere you can easily get to it but it’s out of the way. Hopefully I can meet that other brother, seem to be missing him constantly. Call me if you need anything!”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Don’t do anything crazy out there.”

The screen went blank and the three remained still for a few moments.

Wario eventually clapped his hands, “Welp, you two have fun figuring out where to put that monstrosity.”

“You aren’t going to help?”

“Sorry, Mini-Me. This is a you two issue.”

“Wario-”

“Have fun!”

“Wait, why did you even come over! Why are you here!?”

+_+_+_+_+_+

2. Sick Day

“Just let me die.” Waluigi grumbled out, staring up at the ceiling without actually looking at it. His face was flushed, hair matted to his head from sweat. He barely flinched as a hand half-heartedly landed on his shoulder. 

“Shut up,” Wario said, voice cracking, “It’s not that bad.”

The eldest brother sounded horrible, broken and sore. The normal deep bags under his eyes now a darker color. Said eyes unfocused as he stared at basically nothing. 

Waluigi gave a weak growl, “Get your hand offa me…”

“No…”

“You’re making me hot…”

“Deal with it.”

“You absolute-” Waluigi flinched when Wario’s hand now landed on his face.

“Don’t curse.”

“You-”

“Don’t do it.”

Letting out a small sigh, Peach placed the tray down to step between the brothers. “Enough you two. At least you have energy to fight each other.”

All she received in return were muted and stuffed moans. Both retreat back to their bed, hiding under the thick blanket covering them. With them now just glaring at different parts of the medical wing. Again, not fully taking in what they were looking at. 

At least they were going to be quiet for a while.

Picking the tray back up, Peach made her way to the last occupied bed. Mario was snoring softly, cheeks a deep red, his limbs sprawled out and hanging off the bed. The blanket was bunched up at the foot.

Pulling up a chair, Peach placed the tray on the bedside table. She focused on the small pile of half-frozen cloths stacked there. Picking one up and placing it on Mario’s heated skin. Almost instantly, the ice melted away and chilled water poured out. Mario let out a small whine as his eyes slowly opened.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Peach whispered gently as she placed another cloth on his chest. 

“It’s fine…” Mario muttered weakly, eyes trying to focus on the princess. 

“Have you been sleeping okay?”

“...Yeah?”

Peach laughed softly, “You sure about that?”

“I mean… I think I’ve been sleeping…”

“I’ll see if we have anything that could help you.”

Weakly shaking his head, Mario replied back with, “It all just burns up…”

“Oh dear, well, we’ll still try and figure something out. How about we schedule another ice bath for you?” Peach smiled softly, gently replacing the towels with one of the frozen ones. 

“...How’s Luigi?”

“He’s fine. A little worried about all of you. But he’s fine.”

“...You’d tell me if he wasn’t, right?”

“Of course I would. I’d never lie about something like that. But I need you to relax, okay? You’re all in safe hands.” 

That seemed to ease whatever worry that was gripping Mario. His shoulders relaxed as he sank back into the bed. Aware that was all she would be gettin out of the ill hero, Peach replaced the towels one final time in silence. This time, the ice didn’t melt away instantly. A sign Peach took that the fever had been calmed for the time being.

After passing a few requests to the medical Toads, Peach departed from the room. She was not surprised to find Luigi sitting on the bench outside. 

The princess was struck with an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu at the scene. 

“Hello, Luigi.” Peach said softly as to not startle the other. 

The younger twin looked up upon hearing his name. Place the green cap back onto his head as he stands. “H-How are they?”

“Just fine. Wario and Waluigi even had a strange little fight.”

“That’s good…”

Moving slowly to allow the other a chance to pull away, Peach hooked her arm around one of Luigi’s. Offering a warm smile to the other. “I’m feeling a little peckish. Would you care to join me for lunch? We’ll check on everyone afterwards. What do you say?”

“Oh, s-sure, that sounds wonderful,” Luigi smiled back, “Thank you.”

“Of course, you know I enjoy your company.”

Still arm in arm, they made their way towards the dining hall. Peach happily listens to Luigi’s latest additions to the brother’s house. 

+_+_+_+_+_+

3. Puppy Eyes

Waluigi frowned as he allowed Luigi’s words to settle into his brain. Even then, he couldn’t really seem to gasp what had been asked of him.

Maneuvering out of his rather strange position around his latest contraption, Waluigi casted a pointed look at Luigi. Who was looking back hopeful.

“I’m sorry… You want me to what?” 

“Teach me what you know about machines…and what not. I know a little. I mean, enough to impress E. Gadd. And I’ve tried to lean on my own. But I learn better, especially something like this, when I can work with my hands.” As if to emphasize his point, Luigi flapped said appendages. 

“Okay…and?”

“Well, you’re the only one I know who works with machines all day.”

“Not all day.”

“Either way, I figured I could ask you to teach me all you know?”

Waluigi let out a heavy sigh, crossing his arms. “Look, I’m not just dinking around in here. It’s not repairing someones’ toaster kind of thing. These are heavy pieces of machinery and my creations that I’m working with. Even Wario doesn’t get the pleasure of working on these beauties…usually.”

“The point is, I can’t work on my own stuff while teaching and worrying about keeping you safe. Learn how I did. Take small things apart, put them back together, and pray that they work again.”

The smug smirk he’d planned on sending Luigi’s way instantly fell through. Because Waluigi was not prepared to be met with wide eyes staring back at him. A weird feeling falling over the taller of the two as the air changed to one of…pity?

“What…are you doing?”

The pressure seemed to grow heavier as Luigi stepped forward. Was Waluigi feeling…bad for saying ‘no’? 

“Stop it. I told you I wouldn’t and that’s not going to change.”

Panic grew as the younger tilted his head ever so slightly because it felt as if Waluigi was losing. Losing what? What was he losing? Why did he feel bad? What was happening!?

“I don’t know what this is, but I don’t like it! Would you just stop! What are you doing!?”

Grambi above, were Luigi’s eyes sparkling!?

“Fuck, fine, alright! Just- stop it! I’ll show you! Just stop! Stop with whatever this is!”

Immediately, the moment those words were said, Luigi’s face dropped. Returning to the regular smile that Waluigi was used to. Which just threw the other into a giant loop of confusion.

“Thank you,” Luigi beamed, “Shall we get started?”

“Not until you explain to me what the hell that was all about!”

“What do you mean?”

“That…That weird look you were giving me!”

“Are you feeling okay Waluigi?”

“I- What- You- Just-” Waluigi let out a sharp huff to center himself before continuing again. “What was with the face.”

“What face?”

“You-” Another huff, “Big eyes, head tilted, the heavy air of pleading want that crawled into my soul and made me feel horrible…”

Luigi gave nothing away. Merely looking concerned as he slowly reached out to pick up a wrench. “So…are we going to-”

Waluigi yanked the wrench out of the younger’s hand and pointed it at him. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll worm it out of you soon enough.”

“I just wanted to know what you know.”

“...Stand over there and don’t touch anything.”

As the hours passed, Luigi eventually made it over to stand next to Waluigi. To being able to ask questions. To being able to work with the tools and equipment under Waluigi's supervision. 

He will never admit it…but Waluigi did enjoy his time. It was fun to share what he knew with someone else.

_____________________________

The hero’s front door opened with Luigi peering out. Beaming when he realizes it was Wario standing on the other side. 

“Hey Wario! What can I help you with?”

“I’m actually here to see Mario.”

“He’s at the castle right now. But you can wait here until he gets back if you want.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely! You actually have good timing. I was about to play some games.”

“Games…by yourself?” Wario looked at Luigi with a look of confusion as he walked in.

“Yeah! Come on, I’ll show you.”

Entering the living room, Wario found a strange contraption hooked up to the television. The screen showing some rather pixelated racing cars moving across it. 

“What is this?” Wario asked as Luigi plopped down onto the ground in front of the couch. 

“Video games.”

“What kind of games? Not board games?”

“Nope, video games! They're really fun. You can either play by yourself or…with a friend?” Luigi held up a second controller out towards the other with a small smile.

Wario frowned softly, looking a little wary. “Where did you even find this?”

“E. Gadd found it on one of his exploits. The shop owner said they’d found it in a trash heap and the professor was able to fix it. It’s from Earth, if that makes you feel better.”

“Your Earth?”

“I…would think so. E. Gadd is looking into it, saying if it’s more than the Green Pipe can transfer things over here. Anyway, he shipped it over as soon as he could. So…do you wanna play?”

“Mmm…I don’t know.”

“Please? I’m really bored playing by myself.”

“Well… You’ve been playing longer than I have and-”

Wario tensed when looking back to Luigi. To find wide eyes staring back at him. An uncomfortable feeling settling into his stomach. As if he’d done something so wrong. Even though he hadn’t even straight said no!

“I mean, I’m sure Mario would…be…”

Luigi slouched down, somehow making himself seem so small. That wrong feeling grew stronger as Wario was practically stared down with shining eyes. 

“Okay, maybe one game?” The older brother quickly said. Unable to hold back the sigh of relief when Luigi’s face, rather quickly, dropped to his normal smile.

“You’ll have fun, promise!” said Luigi, holding the controller back up. 

“Is…your face… What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You! Your eyes got really big and shiny and I felt terrible and…am I going insane?”

“Maybe it was your guilt of not spending time with me.”

Wario gave Luigi a look of shock as the younger just smirked back. It was the only note that showed Luigi knew what he’d done. Before Wairo could question further, Luigi shook the controller with a raised brow. To which Wario huffed and grabbed it. Plopping down next to Luigi and focusing on the screen. 

“Only one game.”

“If you say so.”

They played until Mario arrived back home a few hours later. Who found Wario huddled on the ground in defeat with Luigi beaming as the screen showed his player holding the #1 trophy. 

“...Luigi never loses games.” Mario stated calmly as he headed for the kitchen.

“Well I know that now!” Wario sharply shot back.

_____________________________

“No.”

“But Mario-”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s not that expensive.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It’s a treat.”

“And you’ve already had enough sugar for the day! I’m not getting you more.”

“This is better than any tennis match.” Wario whispered to Waluigi as they watched with fascination as the twin’s argued. 

Waluigi chuckled before replying with, “It’s nice to see them squabble like brothers, to be honest.”

Their attention was promptly pulled back to the twins as Luigi let out a dramatic groan. Interest going further when said twin pulled out the unfortunately familiar face. Wide eyes and tilted head that had broken them down so easily before. The pair watched inraptured as they waited for Mario’s response. Surely he wouldn’t last that long. Mario practically gave everything to his little brother already, so this would end so much faster. 

To their surprise, Mario landed a direct poke to Luigi’s forehead. The younger almost falling out of his chair in response. Quickly balancing himself before he actually did, going back to glare at Mario once more. Who had just gone back to his drink.

Luigi let out a huff of annoyance before he walked away into the crowd.

“So dramatic.” Mario mumbled with a small smile. His calm demeanor was broken when Wario and Waluigi leaned over the table. Both looking a little frantic as they stared the older twin down. “What-”

“How did you do that?” Wario hissed out.

“Do what!? Jeez, back up a little bit, will you?”

“How did you resist that stupid face?” Waluigi asked this time.

“Stupid face- You mean the ‘Puppy Dog Eyes’? What are you two- Oooh…” Mario’s confusion turned to a wide, knowing smirk. Easily leaning back into his chair while the other two tensely watched him. “You two were hit by it?”

“Don’t act superior” Wario frowned, “What did you do to avoid being unaffected by it?” 

Mario slowly sipped his drink, prolonging the quiet suffering before he answered with, “Luigi’s my brother. I’ve lived with him for 26 years. You don’t think I haven’t built up an immunity to it? It doesn’t bother me anymore.”

Waluigi leaned forward, uncaring as he pushed Wario’s cap over his eyes. “How do we do that? How do we get to the point of being able to ignore it?”

The smirk grew on Mario’s face.

“You don’t. Enjoy your suffering.”

+_+_+_+_+_+

4. Love Letters

The front door was forcefully kicked open. Followed by Wario calling out an eager, “Food time!”

“I swear if you break our door again!” Mario called out from the kitchen. Unable to pull away from the sink as he was pouring the pasta water out.

“I’ll just get you a new one. You worry too much.” Was the more than casual reply as Wario claimed a seat by the kitchen table. Only to let out a pained gruff of noise when Waluigi smacked the back of his head.

“Stop being an idiot,” Waluigi sniped out before asking Mario, “Where’s the sprout?”

“Upstairs, can you get him?” Mario requested as he poured the now water free pasta with homemade red sauce. 

“Yeah,” Wario unhelpfully added, “go make yourself useful.”

He let out a yelp as his chair was rather easily pushed over. Wario crashed to the ground as Waluigi made his way over to the stairs. Ignoring the out cries from both brothers remaining in the kitchen as he walked up. Heading for the room at the end of the hallway. The door was already open, Waluigi fully planning on casually strolling his way in with a loud call of Luigi’s name.

Only to pause when he entered the door frame. 

Luigi was sitting at his desk, which was half hidden by tools and pieces of numerous projects. But he wasn’t paying attention to those. Instead, blue eyes were slowly scrolling over the words on the paper he was holding. A small smile on his face with a dust of blush on his cheeks. Clearly caught in his own little world.

Stepping back around the door and leaning against the hallway wall, Waluigi gently knocked on the door frame. There was a familiar squeak of surprise followed by something being slammed and another heavy object landing on the floor.

“You okay up there?” Mario called out.

“Luigi’s just freaking out, we’re okay.” Waluigi shouted back and covered up Luigi’s quiet ‘Yeah!’ reply. The tallest brother casually strolled back in to find Luigi leaning over a small wooden box. The flushed now a deeper red from embarrassment. Part of his project laying on the floor now. 

“I’m here to bring you down for dinner.”

“Um, thanks.” Luigi whispered back. Slowly moving to sit up with the box now pressed to his chest. 

“Am I allowed to be an inquiring br- …and ask what that is?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Doubtful.”

Letting out a slightly annoyed huff, Luigi placed the box back down onto the table. Opening it to reveal it was filled with letters. All curled at the top and bottom. The ‘outside’ edges holding the torn seal of the Royal BeanBean Kingdom. Waluigi ignored the main writing and he instead flickered down to the bottom to find a very cursive signature of ‘Peasley’.

“That…is a lot of letters. You two have only been together for about, what, a month?”

“Close, we’re a few days away.”

Waluigi stalked further into the room to sit at the edge of the bed. “Still, this is so…charming.”

“You can say cute.”

“Thank Grambi, because this absolutely is cute. Adorable even,” Waluigi smiled hearing the other laugh, “So…weird question. You don’t have to answer but…you and Mario kind of suggested that you haven’t been successful in relationship endeavors in the past.”

Luigi didn’t reply right away. Instead reaching into the box to grab the top most letter. Running his thumbs over the crisp parchment. 

“I mean, that’s not an incorrect statement,” he stared slowly, “Even with how…different this place is, it’s far more accepting. I can show interest in anything and no one cares. That’s not how it’s like on Earth. There are a lot of questions and comments that are given, even more so when it’s not asked for. Since I wasn’t one who was the ‘normal’ or ‘typical’ male, there were labels on me. A lot of labels.” 

“I’ll be honest, and I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I’m a bit naive. Worse so when I was younger. I was the dating joke for a lot of people. I mean, I was a joke in general. But it became a ‘game’ to who could drag me along the longest. It’s…hard to trust people. Mario had to rescue me off the side of the road too many times. Now, I have a connection with a charming guy? A guy who’s a prince? Peasley is sweet and king and he’s so genuine. Everything he does so far is so…perfect. And it’s hard to believe he really likes me sometimes.”

“I’m just waiting for the rug to be pulled out from underneath my feet again. Then, I feel bad for assuming that Peasley would do anything like this.”

Waluigi sighed softly, reaching out to gently grip Luigi’s shoulder. “How do you feel about him?”

Luigi answered almost immediately, “I like him, I really do…”

“Then you do what you feel comfortable with. And, for what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Peasley likes you. I’m not going to say it’s all going to be roses. You know better than anyone here how hurtful it can be when you’re lied to. But you shouldn’t focus on the possible future. Just focus on the now and enjoy it.”

“Yeah, okay… Thanks Waluigi.” Luigi smiled back.

“Whatever. Just know that if Peasley does have the actual audacity to hurt you, you have a whole ass kingdom behind you. With someone who’s knowledgeable with hiding things.” Waluigi’s face was impassive as Luigi stared him down.

“...You scare me sometimes.”

“That sounds like a you issue. Come on, let’s go eat.”

[ladylooch]

Can we get a sweet blurb of Lio and Sav?

Savannah tries not to acknowledge the deja vue of knocking on the door of Lio’s apartment again. Last time she was here, he opened the door drunk off his ass with some girl who’s name he couldn’t remember on his couch. 

She purses her lips, breathing through the anxious tingles bubbling in her chest. 

A sick, Lio Meier opens the door slowly, coughing into the blanket tossed over his shoulders. 

“Sav?” Lio squints out into the disturbing light of the hallway. 

“Hi Lio.” She murmurs, taking him in. He looks terrible. HIs nose is red, his hair is wild and matted. He looks like he hasn’t had a shower in a couple of days. When she heard from the Devils coach that Lio would be out with an illness for a few more days, she couldn’t help but stop by. She knows him and Lucie aren’t speaking. Liv is out of town visiting Luca. She is worried no one is around to take care of him.

Despite everything that has happened between them, that doesn’t sit right with her.

“Can I come in?”

“You shouldn’t. I’m down bad.” He coughs out, then gingerly clears his throat, wincing. 

“I heard. I have some things that will help.” She holds up a reusable grocery bag filled with things. He stares at it, then brings his tired gaze back to her face. 

“Why?”

“Because I care about you.” She says simply. Lio shakes his head sullenly. 

“I think you might be the only one.”

“That’s not true.” She insists. She wonders if she should tell him Lucie was the one who told her what to bring over for him. She decides not to, fearing that will make everything worse between them. Lucie had sounded heartbroken on the phone with Sav earlier in the day. Sav could tell she was crying.

“Any whiskey in there?”

“No, but I do have orange juice!”

“That is… not the same?” 

“Well it’s all you’ll be drinking for a few days. You need the vitamins. Fresh squeezed too.” Lio chuckles despite the pounding in his head. 

“Okay, what else?”

“Cough drops.” She tosses them to him. He immediately opens the bag to pop one in his mouth. “And tea.” He wrinkles his nose. “With honey for your throat. Chicken noodle soup… homemade because I heard you hate the noodles from the can.” Savannah watches Lio’s face register that. They say nothing else about who would have told her. “Pedylate, immunity vitamins, Haagen Daz, and biscotti from the bakery in Jersey City.” 

This whole pack screams Lucie to Lio. But this perfect woman who he fucked up so gravely with is the one delivering it. Maybe she’s starting to forgive him… 

“Thank you. I.. really appreciate this. I have no idea what to do when I’m sick.”

“You’re welcome.” Savannah pushes the pile of stuff towards him. They pause together, not quite sure what else to do. 

“Sav…” It’s a whisper that barely reaches her ears. “Would you please stay with me for a bit? We don’t have to talk or anything, but I don’t want to be alone.”

“Sure.” Savannah nods. “I’ll heat up some soup for you. Go sit down.” 

[sofya-fanfics]

You Are The Only One I Could Turn To For Help

Fandom : Fullmetal Alchemist

Relationship : Edward x Winry

My Year of the OTP 2023 contribution for the prompt : You're the only one I could turn to for help.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Edward closed the curtains in Winry's bedroom and sat on the bed. Night had just fallen and he had to be careful that no one saw him. He had been hiding at the Rockbells' home with Greed, Darius and Heinkel for several days. He did not know how long this situation would last.

Disclaimer : Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.

@yearoftheotpevent

AO3 / FF.NET

Edward closed the curtains in Winry's bedroom and sat on the bed. Night had just fallen and he had to be careful that no one saw him. He had been hiding at the Rockbells' home with Greed, Darius and Heinkel for several days. He did not know how long this situation would last.

He felt uncomfortable being alone in her bedroom. But everything in this room was familiar to him and somehow comforted him. He looked at a porcelain doll that was placed on the chest of drawers. He stood up and took the doll. He smiled as he remembered the day Winry had asked him for help.

They were both barely eight years old. Edward was in the living room, sitting on the floor and surrounded by alchemy books. Lately, he's been spending all his free time studying alchemy with the aim of improving himself. Despite his very young age, he wanted to know and understand everything in this area. Edward looked up when the living room door abruptly open. Winry entered, she was in a complete panicked and she was holding a box in her arms.

“Ed, please help me.”

Winry rushed to him, knelt down, put the box down and opened it. Inside was a porcelain doll with its face broken into several pieces. Edward took the doll out of the box and looked at it.

“I found the doll that grandma wanted to give me for my birthday.”

Edward looked at Winry. She was sobbing and big tears were streaming down her cheeks. He had always hated seeing her cry, but he did not know what to do to comfort her.

“I wanted to play with it,” Winry continued. “But I dropped it and it broke.”

She burst into tears and Edward panicked.

“You're the only one i could turn to for help,” she said. “Please fix it with alchemy.”

Edward pulled himself together. He could help her and make her smile again thanks to his knowledge in alchemy. He drew a transmutation circle on the floor and placed the doll and the broken pieces in the middle. Winry had stopped crying and was watching him carefully. He put his hands on the circle and fixed the doll. He was proud of the result. He expected to see Winry smiling, but instead she was making a face.

“What have you done !” she exclaimed.

“What ? I find it much prettier that way.”

“It's awful !”

Why did everyone tell him that he had bad taste, Edward thought. But he refused to change it, for him it was a work of art and works of art were not changed. He finally agreed to restore the doll's original face when Winry threatens him with the wrench Pinako gave her for Christmas.

Edward laughed softly as he recalled that memory. He put the doll down and went back to sitting on the bed. Lately he often thought of Winry and he wondered if she was okay. He did not know when he would see her again, but he hoped that day would come soon. The day he would restore his body and he would see Winry's smile again.

The end

[hmspogueobx]

Everything to me (Paul Lahote)

Chapter Thirteen: Earth-rumbling

My mom doesn't seem surprised to see me at all. In fact I thought I saw a flicker of a smile flash across her face before a perfectly composed mask took over.

"Carmen, you failed to mention that your daughter lived in the supernatural world with us." The little girl comments in her eerie voice.

"She's only recently come to this world Jane." My mom says in reply.

Jane seems to lose her interest, until my mom moves towards me.

"What are you doing?" Jane inquires.

"I need to speak to my daughter in private. You deal with this mess, I'll meet you at home." My mom says.

"No. We are to deal with the Cullen's and report back to Aro." snaps Jane.

I'm having a hard time figuring out who's in charge here. There seems to be a power struggle between my mom and this Jane. So I'm only more confused when my mom turns to look Jane in the eye, and her voice turns smooth as butter, an almost mystical hum to it.

"I will talk to my daughter. Privately. I will join you when I am ready."

Jane's face is hard, but her eyes seem a little out of focus as she nods and continues her conversation with the Cullen's. They all have their eyes on my back as my mom pulls me into the woods until we are out of sight.

That's when I feel cold hard arms wrap me in an embrace.

"Oh darling I'd cry if I could!" My mother lets out in a tearless sort of sob. She pulls back and grabs my face in her hands, taking in the sight of my face. "Look how beautiful you are!"  She says with a dazzling smile. I'm really not sure what to do. My mind hasn't caught up and I stand there with my mouth gaping open.

"I can't imagine what you must be thinking darling. Can I fill you in on what's happened? Would that be ok?" My mother's voice is gentle, like she's trying not to scare me off. I manage a nod.

"I don't remember much from before I turned, but I always pushed to remember you and your father. I was walking home from the store alone I think, then I felt a horrible pain in my arm, like it was on fire. That's one thing I'll never forget. The fire. I don't know how long it lasted, but I woke up in the forest alone. I still to this day don't know who created me or why." Her eyebrows wrinkle together like she's trying to pull at a memory she can't quite reach. "Anyways, I knew from the legends what I'd become. I wanted nothing more than to come and find you and your father, but being so close to you, to anyone was dangerous. I hid for a while and when I finally felt ready to come back and find you, you'd gone. I did follow your trail to Vancouver. I actually tried to come see you at school once. But apparently I wasn't quite as ready as I thought. There were too many people around. I left before anything happened but I came really close to losing cont--"

"When?" I cut in. My mom tilts her head in question. "When did you come and see me at school?"

"You would have been 15 at the time. In March. I wasn't really keeping track of the days back then, but it was a really overcast day." She tells me, her perfect memory holding every detail.

I can't breath. My head is swimming and I can't seem to get my eyes to focus. It was her. I'd always wondered what had even triggered my shifting. We'd been so far away from the tribe. I'd assumed it was just because the gene was so strong in my bloodline. But no, it was because there had been a vampire very close, and the town needed a protector. She'd triggered the ancestors' pull within me to save my people from the enemy.

"You. You're the reason I shifted. That's the day I shift-f-ted for the first time." I can barely get the words out. Suddenly I'm filled with a rage at the fact that she could've come to see me earlier but just left me and my father to think she was dead.

"Why didn't you ever come to see us. And WHAT are you doing with them?" I nod my head back towards the group of creepy cloaked vampires. My breathing is coming in hot short bursts now.

"Darling it just wasn't safe. I wanted to give you guys a chance to move on. I had to make a life for myself somehow. I have a high place in the Volturi guard. I'm safe there." She says as explanation. "I have the ability to... get my way I guess. I'm really valuable to them."

"I can't believe it. All this time we thought you were dead. We mourned for you! And you were off living this pompous life with the bad guys?!" I'm shaking so violently now I can barely see her. I feel my spine twisting and rebuilding itself as I come down on four paws. It seems Sam had some of the boys stay in wolf form to keep tabs on me once they realized I wasn't with them, and they immediately flood my mind.

"Lucy! What's happened?" Jared's voice fills my head. I recap the last few minutes in my mind and I see that Paul is running, probably towards me.

I'm pacing back and forth in front of my mother. My anger is still pulsing through my veins.

"Darling, I know this must be hard to process. You have to know I always wanted to come back. But once I'd joined the Volturi, Aro forbid it."

I let out a huff at this. Did she not just say she had the ability to get what she wants?

"I couldn't defy my master. He's given me so much in this life." She says with a smile.

This isn't my mother. My mother was this care-free, bubbly woman who drew everyone in with her warm energy. I suppose she could still draw just about anybody in, but it seemed kind of voodoo-y to me now and it made my skin crawl. She doesn't look like she belongs to herself anymore, she looks brainwashed. My huffing has turned into low snarls because she's started moving towards me.

"Darling, relax. It's still me." She says reaching out her hand to rest on my muzzle, but I snap my jaw at her in warning, my hackles rising. This doesn't feel right and I want nothing more than to flee from this stranger before me.

My mother's voice becomes soft and I'm being sucked into her eyes.

"Darling. Relax. It's me, your mom. Come here." My body is moving without my permission. I still know that I don't want to, but I can't stop. I will my feet to stop moving forward, but It feels like my mind is stuck in someone else's body.

An earth-rumbling roar echoes through the trees behind me snapping my mind and body back together. Paul. I shuffle backwards and away from my mother as fast as my feet will carry me, and I'm beside Paul. He moves to stand in front of me and raises up taller than I've ever seen him. His need to protect me is making him stronger and more powerful.

"Amazing." My mother whispers to herself. I'd assumed that Paul's roar had simply startled my mother out of focus. But based on her reaction that's not the case. Had the strength of our bond just been that much more powerful? No one can hold any part of me over Paul.

My mom starts to back away slowly, eyes still on me.

"Don't worry darling. I'm sure I'll see you again." And with one last smile, she takes off and leaves no trace but the branches swaying from her swift departure.

[chaintheghoul]

Five

Chain visited the chapel today. He misses his mother.

My Journal (other entries)

February 2025

I spent all day today in the St. Jezebel chapel. Well not all day, but most of the day. Probably three or so hours before taking a break, than another like five hours. I prayed. I prayed a lot. I cried, I screamed, I just wanted something to fill a void? I guess. I’m glad nobody came in, I probably wouldn’t have been able to hold it together as much as I did.

I didn’t know why I prayed. I mostly sat there. On my knees, banging my head against the wood of the chair in front of me. I just wanted the constant muttering to end. I want it all to end, to be honest. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year it feels like there is a constant stream of people trying to catch my attention and it’s been getting on my nerves more lately than it has been in years.

I don’t know what Satan could do for me. But I know that God couldn’t do anything better. I thought God was love? I thought Satan cared for his ghouls? The ones he ‘handmade’ just to serve him? Was I lost in the mess? Questions like that just went through my head all day until the realization that I was crying ripped me from my own head.

What is my purpose anymore? Why do I even bother? Was I truly lost in the mess of creation?! Cursed to be damned for eternity? What a shitty life. Spent looking at things that aren’t truly there. Maybe, just maybe it was on purpose. Maybe I did something wrong, or my ancestors or someone.

Ancestors. Weird thought. I miss my mother. She would help me when I felt like this. When I was young, she would pull me into her lap and sing songs for me, she would tell me that the scary monsters in the corner of the room weren’t there and it helped. I don’t think anything will fit the shoes of her, the pure, unconditional love, but at least they can come close. I hope I can see her again someday.

I wonder if she was listening to me pray. I wonder if she saw me. Maybe she sat next to me? Patted my back and tried to wipe my tears every time they fell. I’ll make myself believe that. Save myself from the harsh truth that nobody heard me, and nobody ever will.

Apparently this sickness runs in my family. My father could have had it. But he didn’t. And he was lucky, and I hate him for it. I shouldn’t hate him, but I do. And I hate myself for that.

I will never have kits. I’m glad my life turned like this, I’m happy that I have Primo… and maybe Atlas. Instead of having to burden some poor kit with something they can’t control. Not that I’d be a good father, anyways, I can barely take care of myself or my own fish, how could I ever care for the life of a child?

I do enjoy taking care of little Primo, though. It makes me proud when he’s happy, but there’s something there, in my heart that I don’t recognize. Maybe I do want kits, I just don’t know anymore.

I also met a new water ghoul today. She was nice. Her name was Clio, she’s a water ghoul that’s been here for a while. It was nice to just sit with her on the lake. But we were underwater for a while. I heard my mother. Clio was picking up hermitcrabs on the bottom of the lake, and I just heard my mother’s voice. I don’t remember what I said, but she was there. I know it. And when I went to pick up a hermitcrab from Clio, she was there again. I wonder if she’s been watching me… I hope she is, but there’s a part of me that’s worried. Embarrassed, even.

I’m sorry mom.

I’m probably going to spend even more time at the chapel tomorrow. I want to talk to my mom again. I want to just hear her voice again, even if it’s just me making stuff up. I hope Satan answers my prayers soon. I hope I’m not just lost in the mess, I hope he has something planned out because I’m starting to lose faith.

[tongueofcat]

Memory Drops

Pairing: F/NB Centric

Tags: Magic, Eye Drops, Memory Magic, Recovered Memories, Childhood Memories, Crying, Family, Babies, Birthday Party, and Bittersweet

Word Count: 620

Link to Ao3

Important Notes: N/A

Odette wiped the memories from her eyes; the silvery liquid smeared across her skin and partially stained her scleras. Blinking rapidly, she stumbled slightly as she came back to earth. It had felt so real, like she was really there. Minus any sound. The rest of the group looks to her with varied amounts of concern and worry.

“Are you okay?” Dorian asked, his voice soft.

“Y-yeah, why do you ask? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“You’re crying, Odie.” Lala supplied simply. Odette scrunched up her face, confused as she raised both her hands to her face; her fingers felt moisture on her cheeks. Oh. She started to scrub her face of tears, taking in a big sniff.

“Maybe one memory is enough for today…” Anya said, their hand squeezing Odette’s shoulder. Odette offered them a small smile before shaking her head, “No, I’m okay. I want to remember.”

Anya frowned, but nodded, despite the group of people in the room they pressed their forehead against her forehead affectionately. They nuzzled their nose against Odette’s cheek, whispering, “Baby steps, sugar.”

Odette nodded, her face burning with a flush. Anya pulled back, their hand leaving her shoulder to take her hand, fingers intertwined with hers. Odette squeezed Anya’s hand and they squeezed right back. Odette looked to Dorian.

“May I see the next one?”

Dorian still wore a frown, obviously concerned for his daughter’s well-being, but before he could say something, Luna was preparing the next eye dropper full of liquid.

This time it shimmered a bright princess pink. Odette wondered what that could mean. Her mother handed her the dropper, face firm.

“Blink out the memory in tears if you need to leave.” Luna told her and Odette nodded, smiling to her mother as if to soothe her concerns. The witch offered a smile in return.

Odette lifted the eye dropper, her fingers pinching the rubber dropper. She squeezed the dropper in her left eye then hurriedly in her right. Her vision blurred, the surroundings swirling around her until the room got dark.

And then there was a light. A candle. A singular birthday candle perched atop a bright pink circular birthday cake. She squinted, careful not to blink any of the memory out of her eyes. Then the rest of the room illuminated, starting from the flickering candle flame outwards. There was a baby in a high chair, their hair tamed into two puffy pigtails. The baby was wearing a pink dress with little multicolored sequins sewn into the fabric like sprinkles; there was a pink party hat strapped to their head.

Surrounding the little baby girl, Odette realized, was a young Dorian, his face clean shaven with a bright grin. He was holding the back of the high chair, slightly bent over it to watch the baby try to blow out the candle. On the other side was a young Luna, her curls long and pulled to the side in a low ponytail as she coaxed the baby to blow out the candle, pausing only to tuck a curl behind her ear daintily.

Oh. That baby was her. This was her first birthday.

Baby Odette clapped her hands excitedly, looking at her parents animatedly before spittling at the candle, trying to blow properly. Eventually she figured it out, blowing out the one candle and the attendees of the party bringing their hands together to clap. They remove the candle and place the small cake on the high chair’s table. Baby Odette dug into her little cake with her chubby bare hands, smiling as she shoved a fistful of cake and icing into her little maw. Beside her, her parents are laughing and snapping pictures.

[ichxraaa]

sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ’s

# 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 [ 𝙞 ] 𝙛𝙩. 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 & 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; chubby coded reader; imbalanced power dynamics, yandere gojo; delusional gojo, abuse of power, fem! reader with no pronouns but just to be safe, descriptions of female anatomy, blowjob, cum eating, non con recording, blackmail, gojo being creepy. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ!

ᴀ/ɴ; finally my first kinktober fic is here, i hope you enjoy it and remember that comments and reblogs keep your writers motivated ❤︎︎

You knew you shouldn’t have been late, if you hadn’t decided it was a good idea to binge Naruto again you wouldn’t have compromised your already messed up sleep schedule, and if you hadn’t decided to compromise your already messed up sleep schedule you wouldn’t have slept through your alarm and you would definitely not be kneeling in front of Professor Gojo’s cock, waiting for a miracle that turns this situation into a wacky dream.

“Go on, otherwise I’m gonna think you’re not fully committed to your studies and your future as my student”.

As you look up at him, all calm while leaning into the expanse of his desk and slacks pooled at his ankles you can’t help but wonder how long has he been thinking about this.

And it baffles you, cause during the whole semester there hasn’t been a time where he lost the chance to make fun of you. Whether it be by brutally reviewing your latest essay or by picking apart your dissertations in front of the class as an example of mediocrity.

“You don’t even like me”. You finally say, eyes set on his arching brows. The mocking laugh that comes from his lips next is enough to make you feel embarrassed. Especially because of the way he is looking at you like you’re pitiful.

“Why would you think that?” It’s unnatural, the way his eyes sparkle as he stares down at you while looking genuinely confused. But Gojo hasn’t felt this excited in so long that it’s hard to stop the euphoria he is feeling as he finally has you in front of him like this. Like he’s wanted almost since you first crossed the door of his classroom.

He still remembers what you were wearing that day and the way it clung to your body. Your eyes were so bright and filled with determination that he thought it was cute and oh, so exciting. At first, he only thought of you as a pretty thing that would cheer his classes this semester. Seeing you around campus was always fun, you didn’t seem to mind the way his eyes would stare at your ass as you passed him by.

He soon discovered how fun it was to see the way your eyes would dull as he dismissed your contributions to his class. You made it almost too easy. Sometimes he wondered if you really didn’t notice the way his eyes would glue to the sight of your legs pressing together when clad in that denim skirt you seemed to love. It was almost pathetic the way his mind would keep wondering what kind of panties you were wearing underneath.

He would think about the way your soft stomach would look as he pressed himself into you. What kind of face would you make as his cock speared through you? Would you cry if he were to press his thumb into your clit too hard or would you like it? His cock would grow hard at the memory of your nipples peeking underneath the fabric of your top.

How did you expect him to not want you on your hands and knees for him?

Your face looks so pretty like this, so close to his aching cock that he can barely control himself. His hand reaches for your cheek, soft and heated skin pressing into his palm as he cradles your round cheek in his hold, thumb pressing into your lower lip in an almost tender touch.

“Stick out your tongue”.

“Professor Gojo, sir…” You are feeling nausea but his pupils grow wide at the last word.

“I know how dedicated you are to your studies, it would be a shame if you couldn’t graduate because you denied your favorite professor a little kindness, don’t you think?”

Looking up at him, you try to figure out if there’s a way to get out of this. And of course, there is, but you also know he is too important. Too well connected with the directives to be fired or even sanctioned.

Your heart beats hard against your eardrums and the sigh you let out before finally sticking your tongue out feels like defeat.

He gives a couple of pumps to his already hard member before he presses the salty tip of his leaking head against your tongue. “Now open wide or it’s not gonna fit inside your pretty mouth”.

He is right and you hate him for it, you hollow your cheeks and suck on the tip with caution, and he exhales a long sigh as you try to work him in a way that quickly puts an end to this. It’s hard to breathe, and it’s hard to think cause he pushes himself inside you without a care, and he is thicker than you’ve ever taken and the amount of precum he is leaking as you try to bob up and down around him forces you to taste him in a way you weren’t expecting to.

It’s hard to breathe as his hands grip your scalp, fingers digging into you in a way that has you gagging as the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You try to push him aside, nails digging into the upper part of his thighs, it’s a futile attempt against the hard definition of his muscles and as you look up at him with a pleading stare you realize he is looking at you with dark pupils and a barely-there smile

“Don’t look at me like that, I know you can do better than that”.

The new pace he sets it’s worse, it’s slow but it allows him to reach deeper inside your mouth, forcing you to feel every ridge of his cock and to feel overwhelmed by the way his hands hold onto your scalp in a firm grasp that has your nose nearly pressing into the soft and frizzy short pubes that greet you every time you reach the base of his cock. Your jaw aches and the way he mutters encouragement as there’s drool running down your lips feels too much like intimacy and you hate him.

But most of all you hate the way he looks so calm and even ethereal, with his lips slightly parted and his bright blue eyes staring at you with blazing enthusiasm that it’s enough to make your head spin with the overwhelming feeling of uselessness.

He can feel his balls tighten as you use your tongue to caress the underside of his cock and he is feeling dizzy. You feel so good around him, look so perfect like this that it pains him to completely pull out of the warmth of your mouth around him.

“Open up again, and stick your tongue out. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward”.

Even when you know it’s coming you aren’t prepared for the way the thick spurt of his cum covers your palate, nor the way some of it sticks to your cheeks and even your brand new sweater.

“Swallow”. You aren’t sure why but the way he commands you has a shiver running down your spine and as you gulp down the warm capitulation you can’t help but think that at least it doesn’t taste that bad.

With aching knees and disheveled hair you begin to get up, the aftertaste of him is still in the back of your throat and you reach for your chin to clean it with the back of your sleeve.

“Why are you in such a rush?” One of his hands comes to wrap itself around your own in an almost gentle manner, and his eyes stare there for a moment too long. “Look, my hand is much bigger than yours”.

What the hell are you supposed to answer? There’s no way he actually expects you to be as calm about this as he seemingly is, is there? You look up at him, utter disbelief about the nonchalant smile that is curving his lips.

“Oh, by the way…” he takes his phone from the back of his pocket, his other hand hasn’t let go of you and when he turns the screen towards you hold onto him for leverage because you feel like you are about to pass out.

It’s you on the screen of his phone, you with his cock shoved all the way back to your throat. When did he set this up? And how didn’t you notice?

“I think I really captured your best side”. He puts back the phone on the back pocket of his pants, the smile he was spotting just a moment ago all gone and replaced with that almost bored look you are so used to as his eyes pierce through you.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I think every relationship needs some form of insurance, don’t you agree?”

You’d like to say something, to be able to think of something that shows how much you are against all of this, how angry you are, but you feel like you’re about to cry and for some reason you don’t think it’s a good idea to let Gojo Satoru see you cry but you have the gut wrenching feeling that you won’t be able to avoid it for too long.

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane.