#you wouldn't believe the amount of time and swearing I put into this (I had the worst time trying to get everything aligned properly ugh)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

don't look back

"Love from the Other Side" is a song by American rock band Fall Out Boy, released on January 18, 2023, through Fueled by Ramen and DCD2. It was released as the lead single from the band's eighth studio album, So Much (for) Stardust.

[callsign-swan]

i just wanna knit bob reynolds a sweater.

i wanna sit with him while the rest of the team is on a mission. at first, it's hard to find something to do. bob is happy to read alone, you sitting with him.

but you can't just sit with him and do nothing. like, sitting still, your hands not doing anything, is like a modern form of torture. your phone stopped being interesting a while back and you weren't one for drawing.

god, it had been years since you picked up a pair of kitting needles. you didn't know anything about needle sizing in comparison to yarn thickness or how to construct a knitted piece.

youtube became your new best friend.

while bob sat on in the armchair and read his book, you were sat with your legs folded beneath you, headphones connected to your phone as you watched a youtube video on how to knit.

(you'd started with a video that needed a basic understanding of knitting. a basic understanding that you didn't have. the video looked good, though, something you would enjoy watching without that understanding of knitting. you saved it to come back to later)

it was hard to get the sizing right. you didn't know how many inches bobs waist was. so, you guessed. it was either gonna come out so big that you could fit inside of it with him, or it was gonna be so tight, he wouldn't be able to pull it over his head.

the fifth time bob watched you unravel the knitting you had done (with each new attempt at the ribbing along the bottom, it got neater), he put his book down. "what're you doing?" he asked you, leaning forward in his seat. his hand was in his fist as he looked at you.

he couldn't understand it. the way you held your thumb and your finger apart, yarn twisted around them. as you moved them, the yarn went onto the needles. to bob, you looked like an expert.

"nothing, bobert," you mumbled and held up your needles, carefully counting how many stitches you had. (160)

(that was all you had. your needles and your yarn. you didn't have anything else you needed, stitch markers or measuring tape. but this was the start of a new hobby, a new obsessin, you could tell).

you were happy with it, happy with how many stitched you had on your needles. they were bunched up at the end just from the sheer amount of stitches you had.

to bob, it didn't look like you were doing nothing. especially not when you started moving your needles. for a few more minutes, just until you got to the end of the row, he watched you. it looked fucking complicated, that he was sure of.

it was a good couple of hours later that you walked over to him. "stand up," you said to him. bob obeyed and stood. he was still has you held the needles up, pinching the ends to stop the stitches from sliding off. "perfect, i think," you mumbled and wandered back to your chair.

in silence, you worked. a comfortable silence that stretched between you and bob. he tried his best to keep on reading his book, but he was damn distracted by you. you as you knitted, wrapping the yarn around the needle and then pulling it off. you repeated the process again and again.

it was late into the afternoon when you stood up again. wandering over to bob, you took his hand and pulled him to his feet. you held the almost finished panel of the sweater up. "hold it," you mumbled and bob did just that.

you counted the amount of stitches that would make up his shoulder. you were so close to being done, just a few more hours and this panel would be done. (you just had three more to go, but you wouldn't need bob for that. it was just that his waist was narrow and his torso was long, you never could have worked out the measurements without him there).

"what're you doing?" bob tried again.

"nothing, bobert, i swear!" you insisted and took the panel of the sweater back from him.

the way he looked at you, you knew he didn't believe you. but it was obvious, wasn't it? it was so damn obvious what you were doing, he just wanted to hear you say it.

you returned to the chair and began knitting again. the team returned but you didn't notice. you were too busy knitting, and bob was too busy watching you. it was so damn sweet.

now, the sweater was nowhere near finished. you had a lot of work to do, the making and the stitching together. but it was well on the way, your sweater for bob.

[steviewashere]

Not gonna make this into a full fic, I don't think, but here's a little something I was thinking of <3 Mild hurt, mostly comfort, and a lot of Eddie getting ready to jump some bones

Steve's upset—and he believes rightfully so. Today was the day for a little bit of a trim and clean up on his hair. He booked his appointment a couple weeks before, for early in the morning right before lunch, with the same stylist he's had since his junior year of high school; the same stylist his mom sees because they're connected at the hip over the meticulous care of their heads of hair. He isn't called 'The Hair' for nothing.

Except, when he walked right up to the front counter, said his name with a shiny, charming smile, and a twinkle in his eyes—

"I'm sorry, Cherry's not in today. Flu's running rampant through her household. Tellin' ya, honey, kids are germ magnets." And the receptionist had popped her gum, whipped her hair over her shoulder, bat her eyes. "But I could hand you over to Gina? She's well trusted around her, real close with Cherry and her clients."

Of course, panicked to the soles of his shoes, Steve had blindly accepted the pass over. He thought it wouldn't be too much of a change. He thought that he could trust another pair of scissors. Well...no dice, apparently.

It's supposed to be the same thing he gets every single time. A clipping of Patrick Swayze from one of those tweeny girl magazines—he had stolen it from Erica, thank you very much—and maybe it's not supposed to be an exact replica to his gorgeous head of hair, but at least something similar. Maybe a little longer in the back, more of a swoop in the front.

Except, when he catches wind of himself in the mirror at the end of his appointment—Christ, I look like fucking Kurt Russell. He didn't even think his hair had grown out that long. Especially not Escape From New York long.

He smiles, words bit behind his teeth, and tips his normal amount. Pays for it in full without a single damn complaint. Even though he nearly bursts into tears when he gets to his car. And then, even worse, when he realizes he has to walk back through the front door of the apartment he shares with Eddie and look his boyfriend dead in the eyes. But he does so begrudgingly, every step as if it's his last.

When he opens the door, Eddie's already standing there, big grin on his face, eyes alight. "Did you get exactly what you"—

"They fucked up my hair, Eds! My hair!"

Eddie tilts his head and purses his lips, assessing the damage. "It doesn't look bad, sweetheart. Maybe a little more...more free and flowing than you prefer, but not fucked up levels of messed up."

He steps inside with a ginger door shut behind him. Doesn't want to be caught in full throttle tears on his doormat. His eyes get a little watery the longer Eddie stares at him. "But I look like fuckin' Kurt Russell, not Patrick Swayze," Steve pouts.

"Yeah, that didn't give you what you wanted exactly. But, baby, my sunshine—you really think you look awful? You know how handsome Kurt is? This whole look isn't a step down at all! It suits you pretty well!" Eddie steps towards Steve, shoving forward to paw through the waves and bends of his hair, scrunching it and viewing. "Put a little bit of mousse in it...maybe a tad of your hairspray? We could get this look elevated in a matter of seconds, make you look like a movie star down to the messy forehead strand on a red carpet."

Steve sniffs. Eyes big on Eddie's face—Eddie who isn't laughing or trying to bite back a giggle or open to make fun of it all. Just...just Eddie admiring. "You think I look handsome like this?"

"I think you're a beautiful babe with a strong mane of hair and you wear fine things well." Eddie shakes his fingers through the hair, messing with it until it falls mussed. "Like a big shot action star. Swear on it. And—hey! You know what?"

"What, Eds?"

"If you end up truly, miserably hating it after we find out how to style it, then I'll help you shape it up just as you like it. I'm sure I've got a few good photos around here that weren't sacrificed to the sun. Well, as long as you trust me with my hair scissors."

"You know how to cut hair?" Steve asks quietly.

"I've been cutting my own hair since I was in middle school. If I wasn't so set in stone on becoming a musician, I'd probably settle into being the next Frenchy, go the whole beauty school route."

He chuckles. "She drops out of beauty school, babe. Don't think that's what you want."

"Eh...maybe I'll go to learn enough about dye and trim jobs and then gallop away into the sunset on my noble steed, you, my princess, wrapped around me." For the first time since the appointment, Steve finds himself smiling—something small, but smiling—and Eddie returns it tenfold. "So...you gonna be my action movie star? Show me how big and strong you are?"

"You gonna keep combing your fingers through my hair?"

Something mischievous sparkles in Eddie's gaze. "Oh, I've got plans for all sorts of things, Stevie baby. Question is, are you gonna let me love you and your handsome do? If not, then we should get this shaped up now."

Steve sighs, dips his head in thought. He could let Eddie get his creativity out on more than just a set of lined notebook pages. But...well...Kurt Russell has been one of the first celebrities to really make Steve stop and think.

And Eddie...

Eddie seems like he'll burst at the seams if he doesn't get to live out whatever number of fantasies are swirling through his head.

"Okay," Steve agrees, purring, "show me how much you love my new look, sweetheart."

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Angst??? Me on my drama bs again, Y/N gets harassed, Mentions of murder, Little spicy

Description: What if, in classic K-Drama style, you were in an arranged marriage with Alastor while you two were still alive and it SUCKEDDDDDDD!! Until it didn't

You both were forced into the marriage for different reasons, Alastor needing a marriage to look normal, to get people off his back and you because...you had to get away from your family

That and your options were Alastor, a man you barely knew by anything other than reputation or some pervert you knew all too well and refused to marry

You kept wondering what the downsides to marrying Alastor would be, what if he was a terrible drunk? Or a womanizer? Or what if he put hands on you?

But he ended up being none of those things, in fact... the wedding was a simple courthouse one and he didn't even kiss you

He took you to his home and immediately left after that, you spent your honeymoon alone and wandering an unfamiliar house

Alastor was polite enough but that's all he ever was to you, even after months of being married. He only ever worked, went out, and came to bed

He never really asked you about yourself other than how your day was and if you tried to ask him anything meaningful about himself... you simply got an answer that felt like a lie

Even if you broke something or spent an inappropriate amount of money, he only smiled at you and told you that it was okay

You have all the freedom you could ever ask for but somehow it feels like... just not what you signed up for. It feels like you're collecting dust

You find yourself wanting his attention, wanting to be anything more than just a box ticked off his list of things he got done

You briefly wonder if he has another woman in his life but why wouldn't he just marry her instead? He doesn't seem like the type of man to do anything he doesn't want to do

You didn't know if there was anything you could do to change how things were between you two

It was another lonely night for you when your best friend came to your door, a huge grin on his face as he peered in at you

"Y/N~ What's a man gotta do to get a poor lonely housewife such as yourself to go out to a new bar in town?"

You'd have gone crazy right now if it weren't for your best friend, he always seemed to show up when you were feeling down

Alastor wasn't home yet, so it was likely he was going to be gone all night... again. Not that he would even care or notice that you weren't in bed

"Let me get my coat!"

And just like that, you're having a good time, sitting at the bar and laughing so hard that you can't even pick up your drink without shaking

"There is no way that actually happened..!"

Your bestie folds his hand over his heart, still laughing so hard that there's tears in his eyes

"I swear! He really walked out with no pants on!"

A short blonde woman is running around managing things, you're guessing she's the new owner but you haven't had a chance to ask yet

Your friend suddenly perks up and pulls your drink out of your hand, hauling you out of your seat and dragging you to the dance floor

"Y/N! This is our song!"

He pulls you into the fray and you have to admit that this is more fun than staying at home and being lonely. Even when he tries to trip you with his two left feet

You're smiling so hard that your face hurts when your friend spins you and suddenly you're face to face with-your husband???

"Alastor?"

He seems just as surprised to see you, his smile twitching and eyes wide as if he can't believe what he's seeing

"Y/N? What are you doing here? I had no idea you liked to go out to these types of places."

Your surprise melts away into genuine anger, crossing your arms and backing yourself closer to your best friend who wraps a protective arm around you

You miss the way Alastor's eyes follow the motion and the predatory way his smile widens. You huff and inadvertently bring his attention back to you

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

And just like that, you're walking back into the crowd until you're out of sight. Your best friend turns to Alastor in confusion

"And who are you?"

"Her husband."

"Oh. Good to meet you?"

After that, Alastor starts noticing more and more about you, things that he wonders how he ever missed at all

Like how every weekend you're exhausted by the end of the day because you watch your neighbor's children for her so she can go to work

She's a single mom and that touches Alastor's heart in a way that you don't even realize

He finds out because he comes home early to find you with a toddler on your hip and a little one hiding shyly behind your leg at the sight of him

The older of the two tugs on your clothes and you lean down so that they can whisper loudly in your ear

"Who's that man..?"

Your eyes flicker over to Alastor for a moment before cupping a hand and whispering back just as loudly

"That's my husband, hunny."

"He's handsome~"

The blush on your face makes something in Alastor's chest swell with happiness as you nod and stand back up. The toddler clinging to you possessively and giving Alastor a mean stink eye

He spends the entire weekend observing how you interact with them, he also helps when he can but mostly finds he gets in your way

You're a natural and it's heartwarming to see, Alastor wonders if you had ever wanted kids. He wonders if you still do or if you gave up on that after marrying him

Alastor learns that every Tuesday you receive a bouquet of flowers that you immediately throw away and rip up the little note attached. You then spend the rest of the day in a sour mood that you try to hide from him

He finds the flowers in the trash one night and asks you about them, watching as you scowl at the sight

"Ugh. Throw those things away, I make it a point not to keep those kinds of things. It only encourages them."

"Encourages who?"

That's also how Alastor starts to piece together that you're a very popular woman. Men are seemingly constantly flirting with you and sending you gifts. It's something he didn't even notice before, and now it irritates him to no end

It doesn't help that practically nobody knows that you're a married woman, Alastor starts taking it upon himself to go out with you more to try and stop it from happening

Instead, he gets a front row seat to it, watching as a man looks you up and down before cornering you with a sleazy look on his face. Guessing by the way you roll your eyes, you're familiar with him

Alastor watches as you try to move around him and how the man whips his arm out to block you, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him as he leans in to-

"Excuse me, that's my wife you're drooling over~"

The man startles as Alastor grips his wrist with surprising strength and pulls his hands off of you. He looks stunned for a moment before laughing at Alastor

"If Y/N was married, then how come nobody can remember being invited to her wedding?"

And just like that, Alastor's past choices come back to bite him, and he regrets not giving you a proper wedding. Had you wanted one? Either way, this man is dead by the end of the week or so help him-

"Only people who deserved to be there were invited."

The mocking tone of your voice, along with the feeling of your hand on Alastor's arm, somehow makes him feel less murderous, his smile more genuine now

He also learns that you're very much starved of company and your only outlet has been going out and fixing your loneliness by surrounding yourself with people

Alastor discovers that when he comes home late to find that your bedroom is empty and he can't find you anywhere.

The first time it happens, he panics and goes out searching for you everywhere. Only to find you in a bar by yourself, playing with your straw as you watch couples slow dance

He immediately feels guilty at the wistful expression on your face, you're his wife... The least he could do was take you out dancing, he liked to dance so why hadn't he taken you before?

The second time it happens, he waits for you to come home and surprises you by asking you to dance, turning on the radio

"Alastor! I didn't know you were still up-I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

You're a little tipsy by the flush on your face, letting Alastor guide you into a slow dance and leaning your head on his shoulder to avoid staring at his stupid handsome face

You can't suppress the shiver that races down your spine when he presses his lips to your ear and strokes your back slowly

"Next time you want to go out, let me know, and we'll make it date, hm?"

"A date..?"

The third time doesn't happen because he comes home early and takes you out to go dance and have fun with him

Alastor begins earnestly putting effort into his marriage with you, falling a little harder each time he learns something new about you

He starts throwing away the Tuesday flowers for you, instead bringing you his own and making sure to really ask how you've been

He brings you things that he thinks you would like and starts to learn through trial and error what you actually enjoy receiving

He's careful not to go out on weekends anymore because he wants to be there to help you babysit so that you're not as exhausted by the end of the day

Which only ends up with you both being exhausted, once even falling asleep together on the couch. He woke up to you snuggled into his side and his arm wrapped around you

He goes out and runs errands with you when he can, doing everything he can to flirt and charm a blush onto your pretty face

One time, he took a box of cereal out of your hands and held it out of your reach so that you'd have to stretch to get it. Only to pull you in close so he can whisper to you that you look beautiful in your new outfit

"Ah, it's so cute to see a man still trying to date his wife~"

Alastor takes you out to a place of your choosing at least once a week, the two of you spending the time talking, drinking, and or dancing together

Even though he has less time to do as he pleases, Alastor finds himself looking forward to doing any of these things with you/for you

After awhile, you two start to feel like a real married couple. The kind who are genuinely in love and can't get enough of each other

Until the end of the day when you two go to your separate rooms, the action feeling far more awkward than it used to

Or when you're dancing together and Alastor dips you, your faces close and eyes drawn to each other's lips... only to both pull away last minute and instead opt to drink

Or the times when your hands brush together and both of you just want to hold on instead of drawing your hands closer to your bodies

It's downright confusing when you think too much about it, you can't hold it in anymore. Bringing it up to Alastor after your neighbor picks up her kids

He's waving goodbye to them and shutting the door when he turns to see the sullen look on your face

"Y/N, what's the matter? Do you miss them that much? Because they'll be back tomorro-"

"Alastor, what are we doing?"

He immediately knows what you're asking, a question he's been avoiding for sometime now

"We're married, we're doing what married couples do."

You wrap your arms around yourself and sigh before looking away from him

"But we didn't do that before and we don't do everything that married people do. We don't kiss, we don't sleep together, we didn't even really know each other until a few months ago."

He hates to see you looking so unsure of yourself, he gently grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, nuzzling your cheek

"And I apologize for that, I should've done things right the first time. You deserved that and I didn't see it. I just didn't know that loving you could feel this good."

Your heart is hammering as you take in his words, watching him place delicate kisses on your palm and fingers, making them tingle

"You really think you're in love with me?"

Alastor laughs and leans in to press his forehead to yours, staring at you with an amused look on his face

"I think it's about time we shared a bedroom like a real husband and wife, huh?"

He kisses you softly, but with all the heat that his words implied, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom

He stops just before pushing the door in with his foot, looking at you with an cheshire-like grin

"You never said if you loved me back~"

It's your turn to grin, placing a finger under his chin and leaning in to kiss him softly

"I'm letting you consummate the marriage, aren't I~?"

[earpskeeper]

A chaotic call up

A call up wouldn't be a call up for our kid without some chaos!

Your call up came on a random Thursday evening. You had had a productive and entertaining day at training which ended with you nutmegging Beth Mead and promptly running away whilst she yelled a phrase you knew you were not allowed to repeat at home around Leah. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention…

I live with Leah Williamson. It wasn’t planned at all though. You had received word from your agent that Arsenal wanted you for their first team. It was a no brainer for you as you currently played for a team that hadn’t ever qualified for the WSL yet. The only problem being your age. Well that and your father. He was your biggest supporter, don’t get it wrong but he was also in the Royal Air Force and during the preparations for the move down to London for your playing career, he received a letter that he was to be posted somewhere in New Zealand. 

So, you ended up in the care of Leah Williamson which turned out to be a lot different than what you were anticipating. You had visions of being able to tag along to cool events as a plus one and perhaps stealing some very cool clothes from her wardrobe. Ok maybe you were reaching a little with your expectations, but what you hadn’t expected was for her to be as strict as your father but in a sort of comforting and caring way. You guessed it was because you were no longer walking on eggshells in your own home. When you lived with your father he was very strict but also didn’t care in a fucked up way. The only thing he cared about was whether you got into trouble either with the police or at school. And if you showed any amount of disrespect then he had no problems using his power to put you back in place. He didn’t care what you got up to in your free time or what grades you got at school (if you turned up)  as long as you were staying in your place. You believed it was because your brother was already serving a prison sentence and he was just worried you would end up like him, but that’s a story for another day. 

Your call up, which by the way did come at a very inconvenient time as you were attempting to master a very complicated FIFA skill move in your bedroom surrounded by mountains of clothes yet to be folded and put away and unopened textbooks that were living vicariously stacked on top of your desk. You groaned at first, from your cocoon in your bed. A bed that you hadn’t moved from since you and Leah had gotten in from training. At first you were content to let it ring out (never being a fan of talking on the phone) but a shout from downstairs snapped you out of your bed rot as it were. 

“Kid, I swear answer your damn phone now!” Leah yelled from the kitchen with a smirk on her face, knowing just what was coming your way after a conversation with Sarina regarding her own call up and captain duties on how to deal with the newer players - you. 

You groaned in annoyance, not knowing why Le was so adamant on you answering your phone. It’s not like anyone important rang anyway, the only other important person in your life who you don’t live near was your father. And you only received letters from him anyway, something about national security you guessed. But you rolled over to grab the shrieking electronic object buried in your duvet cover and answered it with a funny one line you had seen on tiktok. 

“Kiddos mortuary and taco stand, where yesterday's grief is today's beef. What can I get started for you?” You proudly stated whilst trying not to laugh. Although, what you weren’t expecting to happen was for Sarina Wiegman to answer the phone.

“Hello? Is this Y/F/N, this is Sarina Wiegman calling on behalf of the England women’s senior national team. Is now an ok time to talk?”

That quickly took the proud smile off your face as you swallowed hard and attempted to be as professional as possible - which still isn’t that professional really. 

“Miss Wiegman, I mean Sarina, I mean Ma’am, wait Boss um…” you stammered out and quickly took the phone away from your ear to take a deep breath whilst formulating a plan to regain some dignity. “Sarina, so lovely to hear from you! I think we may have had some interference on the line but I think that’s all fixed now?” You hoped it was a good enough lie to cover you, and to either your luck or her professionalism (probably the latter) she spoke no more of it. 

Hello Y/F/N, as I said before, I am ringing on behalf of the England women’s national senior team and would like for you to join us at our training camp in preparation for the Euro’s. 

At this point, you could’ve sworn your stomach fell out of your body but by the way you were still breathing, that seemed unlikely. 

“Hello? Hello, are you still there, Y/F/N.” 

You didn’t ignore her, you really didn’t but you couldn’t find your voice to respond to her which is why Leah appeared in your bedroom. If you weren’t so consumed with trying to regain some kind of dignity and composure, you probably would have questioned how she knew to come into your room and how she got there so quickly from seemingly being in the kitchen. But you were too relieved to care. 

“Hey Sarina, yeah it’s me. No no, the kid is just a little” she took one glance at you in a stunned state before carrying on with her sentence “preoccupied right now. Yep I will be able to explain everything about camp beforehand, that’s not a problem. Alright that’s all sorted, we will see you then! Bye Sarina, lovely to talk to you again.” Leah spoke with such a fluid composure in contrast to you who had somehow, in your panicked state, managed to dodge your ‘floordrobe’ (as you put it) and ended up in the foetal position under your desk. Leah quickly hung up your phone and moved over to you in a controlled manner, careful not to spook you and crouched down slowly. 

“Hey kid, you all good under there?” Leah spoke as she moved her arms out to try and ground you. 

“Did uh, what I mean I uh umm” you stuttered out not realising you were missing vital parts of your sentences. 

Leah responded with a chuckle “What was that kiddo, you're missing out a few words there”

“Sarina she she she” you managed to stutter out “England me I” you were currently deep breathing trying to get your heart back to a sane rhythm. “Me play, England play football, Euros me play” you spluttered out whilst Leah just looked amused at your current state. 

“Really kid, I cannot believe that” she spoke with some amused sarcasm lacing her voice whilst you just looked like you were having some sort of existential crisis. 

Several minutes later, your face had regained some colour and your heart had reverted back to your normal rhythm. And you were still in disbelief, questioning Leah at every opportunity still believing you were a part of some well planned out joke. 

“So England wants me? Like me me??” you questioned Leah as you sat on the sofa. 

“Kiddo for the hundredth time, yes! Sarina called you up didn’t she?” she spoke whilst cleaning up the kitchen in preparation for some of your future teammates to join for a takeaway/game night. 

“I just, why me Le” you sighed out. “I’m not even that good to be on the under 18s let alone the actual fucking senior team!” you spoke out with frustration seeping out. 

“Woah woah kiddo, some big words coming from you hm. I will forgo the swearing consequence this time as I believe we have bigger things to talk about right now yeah?” she spoke firmly as she moved across to the sofa to sit opposite you on the coffee table, taking your hands into hers. “First of all, you deserve the call up ok, you are such a hard worker and such an amazing talent. You put in the graft and you are getting the recognition. Sarina doesn’t just call up anyone and she called you up which obviously means you do deserve it and I will not hear any different! I can guarantee that if you asked any of the Arsenal girls or any of your future teammates for England, they will tell you the same thing.” Leah spoke with such caring conviction as she wiped a rogue tear from your cheek. 

“Now c'mon, we have tidying to complete before chaos arrives” she said with a smile which massively contrasted your groan in response to her statement, wondering how she could sound so upbeat at the prospect of tidying. 

based on a request I got for our chaotic kids call up

please please send in requests or anything you wanna see!! it gives me so much encouragement to write

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 37 REGRET

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing

NOTES | new year in 4 hours and I haven't even finished this smau. gonna write some chaps of my smau in advance next time 🧍‍♀️anyways I'm sure you guys can tell we're reaching the end, so what if jaemy/n never happens 😈

+ I feel like this chapter could've been better (proofreading it mightve helped) but it is what it is 😭

Jaemin looks at Y/n, and despite the double doors of the lockeroom finally being swung open, he looks at her, and only her.

Her tear stained cheeks, her ragged breaths, her bloodshot eyes, they all make the guilt biting against his tongue sharper.

The palm of her hand pressed firmly to her forehead only causes his mind to run, an unwanted whistle stop door down memory lane. Every moment comes back to him, his ignorance, his resentment, his rashness — his incompetence however, is the most haunting.

All those years ago, Jaemin swore he knew Y/n better than she knew herself, her habits, her mannerisms, her likes and dislikes. He knew it all. He knew her, truly and entirely, and yet he had been so quick to assume. He felt incompetent, like those years of friendship had amounted to so little, like knowing her had meant nothing.

What use was knowing her in their best moments when he couldn't recognise her in their worst.

She wouldn't do that to him, he knew that. Y/n wouldn't betray him. But knowing wasn't enough if he couldn't believe it. Her hadn't.

And suddenly the shame and self reproach had never spoken louder to jaemin. He should have known better. Been better.

Truly, Jaemin never felt he had measured up to y/n when it came to their friendship, but something now made him feel so much more lousy than ever before, insecure. And perhaps, he had let those insecurities of his cloud his judgement.

If only he'd heard her out, if only he'd listened. If only he'd acted differently.

Jaemin sure wishes he'd acted differently. Her shouts, teary eyes and desperate screams for him to just talk to her played, a broken record in his mind.

But it was so much more than that, regret that stretched far beyond distinguishing lies from actuality.

It was about all the things he never noticed, all the small details that he should have noticed. A best friend would have noticed.

Sure, Jaemin had been hurt. He'd been through hell and back in the months after the competition, but never once did he go through it alone. He had his friends by his side, his brothers, and Y/n, she hadn't just lost him, she'd lost them too, without so much as a goodbye, never even knowing why.

She'd fallen apart and put herself back together right in front of him, and he'd never noticed a thing. The guilt ate him up inside.

What could have been, what he should've done, it was almost haunting.

Yet again, as he hears the shuffling of feet in front of him, the muffled protests of way too many voices by the door and the increasingly fast footsteps away from him, Jaemin feels like he should have known better.

Y/n was always impulsive.

And when he looks ahead of him, Jaemin realises she's long gone, shouts of her name coming from down the hall, confused eyes latching onto Jaemin.

"What the fuck hapenned in there Na?"

Jake's voice comes loud and clear but the captain in front of him looks just as dazed as before.

"Why was she crying?"

"She was crying?" Jaemin doesn't mean for his words to come out to monotonous, but he can't control it. It feels like everything is moving too fast for him, like he's a couple seconds behind of it all.

"Jaemin?" This time it's chenle, staring mouth agape at him.

"You look like you've seen a ghost what hapenned?"

He doesn't know how to respond, explain it all or find the words to even begin. And it's clear to the two in front of him.

Jaemin feels so far from reality that he doesn't even realise when Jake had grabbed him by the arm and started running, now standing not too far from the rest of their teammates.

That's when they see her, y/n, dishevelled, distraught and for the first time ever, absolutely enraged.

"You really thought we wouldn't find out?" she laughs at him, but somewhere also at herself, for having been so foolish, for not having tried harder.

Her father stands, bruised, but somehow just as proud as before. He smiles, pretentious. It's like he knows Y/n has no intention of letting him speak, because he doesn't even try to respond.

"You tried to break me down piece by piece until I had nothing, you started with Jaemin, my freedom, my childhood, and then you even took away yourself. Not that you ever were much of father. But you know what, you failed."

Watching y/n, jaemin saw her father in her, for just a moment, fleetingly, she stood proud, nowhere near as pompous as him, but just as angry. Still their differences were markable, how she was proud but not too cocky, how his anger seemed to be directed at life, and hers only at him.

"You failed because you never took anything away at all, you should've known the second you tried to sabotage my career you wouldn't win. But you tried anyways, really it's commendable. Your only achievement in life was taking away mine, so at least you accomplished something. But you know what, everything you did, all you tried to take away, it left me with so much more. And Jaemin? You must've been a fucking idiot to think we wouldn't figure this out. "

Jaemin let's a shaky breath out, some part of him relieved that Y/n didn't blame him for anything that hapenned.

He watches the rage bubble in the man across from him, the signs of his age now etched into his skin, he wasn't always like this. But as long as Jaemin could consciously remember, the man had never worn a smile, never made a kind gesture, never been pleasant. He wished he could be shocked at the situation in front of him, but the only word he could find was deserved. Y/n's father deserved it.

Still the tension is high, relief underlying but with a heavy silence laying overtop. The weight of words and memories extortionate. But the audacity of the man in front is unchanged, his hand moving so swiftly towards Y/n

"Ungrateful bi-"

It's Ningning who reaches out to stop the man, pushing him backwards and away from his daughter.

"I hope you don't think she has anything to be grateful to you for"

"I raised her." his protests are loud and obnoxious.

"Barely" Y/n scoffs, with so much more to say, but her tiredness catches up to her, "Just stay away from me, please."

It's easy to notice the sharp edge to her voice. Something that says she just needs a moment to herself.

And despite wanting to scream and shout at him, wanting to question him some more and push him a little further, Y/n walks away from the man, eyes stinging.

The weight on her shoulders is lighter, still present, but enough for her to let her sniffles grow further into full blown sobs with each step she takes away from the man. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

With the tears blurring her vision, she barely had any idea where she was going, her head hitting something hard as she strode forwards.

"Y/n?"

Y/n just wanted to be alone, in fact, the last thing she needed right now was to walk into Jay.

"I was looking fo-" he pauses, concerned as she tries to walk away, "hey it's okay, we don't have to talk about it, just let it all out" he says, soothing her slowly with a hand on her head, cradled in his chest.

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Chivalry Is Alive and Well in Hell

Welcome to part 3 of Old Man!

Part 1 Part 2

TW: Swearing, fluff, mature themes

Word Count: 1,675

You feel your mind start to reach consciousness before your physical body. You feel like you are floating, time and space mean nothing in this zone. Slowly, the outside world begins to register to you, and it is less than fucking pleasant.

Your entire body hurt like hell- your skin feels like it is on fire, your joints feel like they were stretched in a medieval torture device, your throat was raw and dry, and it felt like you have not had any food for weeks. With an undignified groan you stretch out, wincing as your nerves shoot lighting bolts through your sore muscles. What the fuck happened to you? Were you hit by a train?

Suddenly, your memories wash over you and your eyes shoot open. Oh yea, Conductor Alastor was at the controls, and you rode that crazy train for 72.FUCKING.HOURS.

You look around, you were alone in bed; Alastor's side was cold letting you know he has been up for awhile. The bed itself was a disaster. The sheets were ripped and torn, the pieces chaotically strewn around the mattress. Both yourself and the bed were covered in sweat, blood, slick, and cum- the mixture dry and clinging to your skin uncomfortably. You bring an arm up to your face and take a whiff, recoiling immediately at the atrocious way you smelled and wrinkling your nose. Disgusting, a shower was definitely first on the agenda. But before that, where was the man responsible for this mess?

As if answering your unspoken question, Alastor suddenly appeared next to the bed. "Ah Darling, there you are! I was wondering how long you would sleep for", he gives you a wide grin. "How are you feeling Ma Biche?"

You take a moment to look him over, he was as pristine and put-together as ever. He was freshly showered, no bodily fluids covering him at all, his hair neatly styled, and his perfect, red suit pressed neatly over his form. Not a single trace of evidence of the last 3 days was anywhere to be found on him. Worse yet, his movements were as lithe and graceful as a panther's, no hint of any bodily soreness in his gait. It all left you feeling extremely self-conscious and rather inferior. You grab a scrap of a blanket and bring it up to your chest in an attempt to hide yourself and throw a glare at his perfect form. "Everything hurts, and I'm pretty sure I am dying." He wouldn't get the reference but you did not care, it fit your mood too well. "How long was I out for? You look...well.", you narrow your eyes at him.

He chuckles, his microphone playing an upbeat jazz tune, his whole demeanor was light-hearted. "You have been asleep for about 24 hours." Your jaw drops, "24 hours?! Why the fuck didn't you wake me up Al?!"

He reaches down and wraps his hand around your wrist, bringing it up to his lips to plant a tender kiss on the back of your hand. "You needed your rest Sha. Your first mating session took a lot out of you."

You look down, there was a tenderness in his eyes that tugged at your heart and you were not ready to not be annoyed with him. "And what about you?", you ask, subtly accusing him of leaving and making you wake up alone after all you two did together.

"I do not require the same amount of rest as you do. Additionally, I had to reassure our companions that we did not run off after our inexplicable absences the past few days. I do believe our resident fallen angel still thinks I have consumed you", he laughs at the last sentence. "Well, I suppose I have, just not in the way she is thinking", his eyes trail over your arms and throat, cataloging every scratch, hickey, and bite. Without warning, he swoops down and scoops you up into his arms.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!", you screech. Not only were you still a little annoyed with him, but you did not want him to smell you at the moment!

He just laughs, still in a good mood, and begins whistling as he enters his bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and gives you a curt "stay" command that you roll your eyes at- you are not a dog!- but you stay there anyways, fearing that your legs would buckle under you again if you tried to stand.

You watch as he collects things from various cupboards and drawers before turning to his huge bathtub. He turns the water on and dips various liquids into the tub as it filled. The warm steam felt amazing, the scents of lavender and eucalyptus reached your nose and you sighed. He finishes the bath off with a bright pink bath bomb, the fizzing sound it made so satisfying to your ears. Alastor then turns back to you, scooping you into his arms again before gently lowering you into the hot water. You wince and let out a hiss as the water makes every mark on your body sing momentarily. But you are soon able to relax and lean back, enjoying the sense of calm that envelops you. You close your eyes and let out a contented sigh.

You hear the rustle of fabric beside the tub and peep one eye open, seeing Alastor place his jacket neatly on the countertop you were just perched on. He rolls up the sleeves of his crimson dress shirt to his elbows and grabs a small pitcher before settling on the floor next to the tub. He places a hand on your shoulder and directs you to sit up slightly before placing a finger under your chin and tipping your head back. He dipped the pitcher into the water and poured it over your hair, using his free hand to run his fingers through it to make sure he wet every strand.

"What are you doing?", you asked as he lathered shampoo between his hands.

"Upholding my end of our deal My Doe," he explained as he scrubbed the shampoo over your head, carefully using his claws to scratch the base of your skull. Gentle jazz filled the room at a low volume, just barely loud enough to hear, furthering the relaxing ambiance.

When he began combing the conditioner through your hair you side-eyed him. "I do not remember bathing me being a part of our deal. I assure you I am perfectly capable of doing this myself Al."

"If I remember correctly, I said I would protect and love you with all I am. I am simply looking after your well-being, it is not an attack on your independence. I feel better when I can take care of you the way a man should take care of his lady. I believe we have had this conversation about men no longer being chivalrous before." He picked up a fresh sponge and began rubbing it in small circles down each arm, careful not to hurt your healing flesh. Then he gently turned you by your shoulders to face away from him as he ran the sponge down your back.

"I really think you are a rare breed. I doubt all the men from your time did this. They may have been chivalrous in public- but how many of them turned into completely different people behind closed doors alone with their wives? You are probably one of only a handful of men in history to act as servant to their partner." He turned you back around to face him, moving the sponge down you chest and abdomen, working his way down to your legs.

"Isn't that the foundation of love Darling? To provide for another's needs? To serve them?" When he was satisfied that you were clean he reached for a towel, beckoned you to step out of the tub as he pulled the drain, and wrapped you up burrito-style. It felt as if he had just taken the towel out of the dryer it was so warm. "I promise to treat you the way my mother would want me to treat you." Alastor said that last part so softly, you were sure you were not meant to hear it, the only reason you heard it was because of your ultra sensitive doe ears. He hardly ever spoke of his life, he would really only talk about his mother when he would cook you a dish she had taught him how to make. You hoped that this small admission would open the door to more intimate discussions about his past. For now, you would not press him.

You leaned up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Well, I am glad my old geezer has held onto his old-fashioned chivalry", you smirked up at him devilishly.

"Oh, we are reverting back to our ageist feud now are we Fawn?"

You gave him a shrug. "So, that was mating season huh? So what do we do the rest of the year until your refractory period ends?" you wink and laugh at your own joke.

Alastor's eyes flash menacingly, his smile turning more Cheshire before responding "Oh it's not over yet Little Doe."

Your own smile fell, "Er..what? But we did it, for the entire 72 hours!"

The demon buck stalked towards you, backing you up into the bathroom vanity, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you to cage you in against him. "You are but sated for now Darling. But does are polyestrous creatures. I suspect you will have at least one, if not two more heat cycles before the mating season is up."

Your eyes grew wide and you let out an incredulous laugh, whispering under your breath "Oh fuck me!"

Alastor let out a sinister laugh of his own, eyes turning to radio dials and antlers sprouting out from his head,"Trust me my doe, you will be. THOROUGHLY."

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YANDERE BATBOYS WITH A READER WHO HAS FICTIONAL CRUSHES

Honestly I wouldn't put it past them to explode with rage and jealousy and act like clingy petty children to you

Dick Grayson: If there's one thing he feels proud of in life is the amount of love he has for you. He feels like no one else can love you like him and he knows you better than you know yourself. Thr first time he finds out that you really like a fictional character was when you both were having a movie night with the other Titans as a day for rest and relaxation since you guys need some chill in life. The movie you guys were watching was Rapunzel and you really liked the movie. You told Dick that you've wanted to grow your hair as long as Rapunzel when you were a kid and he pretended not to know about it but in fact he already did know about it since this sneaky son of a bish here already read your diary that mentioned it. He feels like there should be no secrets between the two of you since you're destined to be with each other and you're soulmates and one person. He knew you liked Rapunzel which was why he made the suggestion of watching it that day but what he wasn't prepared for was when you suddenly said "Damn Flynn be looking good" and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. What exactly did you mean by that comment? Garfield turned to you and spoke "Wait don't tell me you have a crush on him?"as he grinned in amusement as you shrugged your shoulders and replied "Believe it or not he was one of my childhood crushes" and Dick felt his hand twitch with irritation. ONE of your childhood crushes? So that clearly meant that there were more and he was determined to find out who the bloody hell were these pathetic sneaky pests who dared to steal the heart of his lovely angel when it was clearly reserved for him

"How about we watch something else?"said Dick as his eye twitched with irritation but you didn't want to change the movie so he ended up tolerating the damn movie for the next 2 hours for the sake of your happiness. But he swears to get rid of that bloody movie and make you forget about that damned Flynn Ryder because the only man you should be thinking about is him

Jason Todd: He doesn't become delusional and descend down the rabbit hole of madness and chasm of obsession right off the bat yet. There's still time for him to become delusional as hell and it all started when he first met you as Red Hood when he was patrolling the streets around Gotham. It was really late at night and you were coming back from the public library after doing some research for your Physics paper in college that would count for at least 50 percent of your grade. You really needed to work hard and up your game since your Physics professor was a hardass and had no chill in life whatsoever and you didn't want to flunk out of the class. You'd just gotten a headache after studying so much and you were looking forward to relaxing after you went home. You kept walking when suddenly you stopped in the middle of the road to rub your head for a few minutes and your eyes since your vision was starting to get blurred but that was a huge mistake on your part because a car was moving with a really high speed and the driver was honking at you to get out of the way. You'd have been literal roadkill had it not been for the Red Hood himself who pulled you out of harm's way. "W-whats going on?"you mumbled as he chuckled and replied "You're so tired you didn't even realize your life was in danger" and he offered to drop you off home since it was evident that you couldn't be trusted in such a condition. He made sure you were safe in your bed and felt bad when he saw you with no one else in your house. Was that why you weren't taking care of yourself properly and not sleeping early? Jason made sure you went to sleep and he wrote a note for you that said 'Take better care of yourself darling' and placed it near your bed table. The next morning when you woke up you saw the note and you smiled, it felt nice to have someone care for you

You were hoping to meet the Red Hood again the next day evening and sure enough you were lucky since you did end up meeting him. "I have a box of muffins with me that I made. Would you like some? You know, a way of saying a thank you from my side for saving me yesterday" and he was stunned. After all these years of protecting and looking after Gotham you were the first person who actually thanked him for his deeds. He felt happy since a really long time as he accepted it and thanked you for it. The next day you met Jason at the library but not as Red Hood, as regular Jason though and you both bonded over the books there. He offered to help you with some stories you were working on and he was like your second pair of eyes offering you constructive feedback of your works and he loved reading every line and word you've written

The two of you bonded over a period of time and you decided to have a movie night one day after your college's term finished. You invited Jason over and you already had snacks and drinks ready. Jason was just glad you didn't invite any of your pesky little friends over he despised them from the bottom of his heart. To him they were nothing but corrupt leeches who wanted to ruin you while he was protecting you from all the negative and bad things in the world. You didn't need to know all the dark stuff happening around you, and you can also thank him for the cancelation of your newspaper subscription. Who needs the news anyway, it's filled with utter nonsense and garbage these days anyway according to him

You both watched some movies and then this show called Supernatural popped up on your recommended list so you both decided to watch that. Jason actually liked Dean Winchester he thought he was cool and he could actually relate to his problems in a way. At first when you started gushing about Dean Winchester he didn't seem to mind. It was just a little fictional crush but when you told him that you had all the merchandise of his and you even had a freaking body pillow of Dean that's when things took another turn. Jason couldn't help but feel jealous and he knows it's silly being jealous of a fictional character but he can't help it. As selfish as he is, he wants you to think of him, the only man you'll ever need in your life. When Jason sees your body pillow of Dean Winchester his hand twitched with irritation and made a mental note to burn it to ash when you weren't noticing. He doesn't like it when you ignore him for your fictional characters, just pay him some attention as well and you're good to go but if you keep gushing about those fictional crushes of yours he might have to step in and when he does you'll have to say goodbye to your movie watching marathons

Tim Drake: I can imagine Tim actually vibing with you and your fictional characters that you're so fond of especially if they're anime characters. He really loves anime. You guys met online on Discord in an anime server when some random bozo was saying stuff like how Eren Yeager sucked in season 4 but you had a different take to that opinion and when you put forth your opinion you revived some major hate and backlash from that person calling you a dumb person and a bunch of other nasty names that made you feel pissed off. Fortunately for you, someone came to your defense and that someone was none other than Tim Drake himself. He called him out for behaving like a douchebag and basically started an internet flame war with that person. Then you thanked him for sticking up for you and you both chatted with each other for a while at a private chat room till you had to get going but you felt happy that you'd gained a new online friend. You both chatted with each other for a few weeks and you were ecstatic when you'd learnt that he went to the same school as you, Gotham academy and you were determined to meet him so you arranged for the two of you to meet at the music room of Gotham Academy too which he'd agreed

Truth was, Tim already knew who you were right off the bat without your knowledge. There's a reason he's called a whiz with technology you know. He was just keeping his identity anonymous to humor you and wanted to see your reaction when the guy sitting right next to you during your Advanced Calculus class was your online friend. You waited for your online friend to show up and sure enough he did and it was none other than Tim himself. Your eyes widened with surprise and you spoke "Tim, I can't believe you're the one I was talking to this whole time, this is amazing" you smiled and he felt glad you saw this as a positive scenario. The two of you had your lunch together and started spending more time with each other in person. The thing about Tim is that when he falls in love with someone, he falls in love really fast and hard. He loves someone with a lot of intensity and passion, words nor numbers couldn't describe the feelings he felt for you. He was also someone who believed in love at first sight and when he found out that you were his online friend from Discord he was extremely thrilled and his joy knew no bounds. Of course he had to keep you a secret from his brothers since they'd tease him and they'd try to flirt with you and steal you away from him which is something he doesn't want happening at all

He's so used to being the replacement in his life but for once he wanted to be selfish and have you for himself. He was growing obsessive over you and his affection for you might be deemed as suffocating for other people but you failed to notice the red flags in his behavior like him being clingy to you when you talked to someone else and when you you him about the guy who flirted with you during your biology lecture he got suspended for the possession of drugs that Tim may or may not have planted in his locker and anonymously tipped off a teacher. He was just trying to keep you safe in this dark and cruel world, and he should know how bad the world is because he's Red Robin

Your exams were done and you'd decided to have an anime marathon with him and he invited you over to the Wayne manor. Of course Dick, Jason and Damian were cocky when you'd shown up and started flirting with you just to tease and rile up Tim because watching him getting riled up was the amusement of the century according to them. Tim's face grew red and he 'accidentally' spilled some water on Dick and Jason as he stepped on Damian's foot and he dragged you inside to his room and shut the door. He could hear them snickering to themselves as Jason howled "Use protection" as he just rolled his eyes and you looked confused. "They're immature jerks, so should we get started?'' and you nodded as you watched animes like My hero academia, Haikyuu, Demon slayer, Bungou Stray dogs and many more. You wanted to watch Kakegurui as well but Tim didn't want you to taint your innocence and it was filled with some not so wholesome content according to him that wasn't suitable for your delicate eyes

You had some favorite characters from different Fandoms and the character you were really fond of was Daisuke Kanbe from the anime Millionaire detective balance unlimited. Tim could get why you liked Daisuke a lot and he vibes with your choice too. He will however get a tad bit jealous that you're not paying attention to him and he'll do something or the other to interrupt your anime fest and make sure you pay attention to him. Other than that he's actually pretty chill with you crushing over animme characters but like every other possessive yandere dude he will have to curb it and make you forget about your anime crushes if it gets too out of hand. He doesn't want to lose you to some Pixelated non existant 2D picture on a screen

BONUS: Damian Wayne: Oh boy, I can say for sure he won't be too happy about this whole ordeal of you simping for non existant Pixelated fiends according to him when you have THE heir of the Wayne family and the Al Ghul heir himself. It's been a few months since he's kidnapped you and taken you for himself and he had to do it you know. The first time he met you was when you were about to climb a huge rock ready to dive in because a puppy was drowning. As much as he was touched with your love and concern for animals he couldn't let you just endanger your life like that which was why he had to step in and do something before you'd ended up getting hurt. Damian raced to where you were about to jump and pulled you back in time and before you could say a word he dove in and rescued the puppy. The poor puppy had a bleeding paw and you let a soft gasp of despair when you saw its bleeding paw

You really loved animals and that sight just broke your heart. "I have a feeling someone must have done this to the poor thing, why else would a puppy intentionally go to the middle of the river if it doesn't know how to swim?" you asked Damian as you snuggled the little thing against you, the puppy grateful for the warmth it was receiving from you. "Take care of it and yourself too, I hope you don't do something as reckless as that ever again" said Damian with a serious note but you looked at him indignantly and replied "The poor thing would have drowned had I been a second late. Besides I know how to swim" you grumped a bit and Damian found it to be endearing and the two of you exchanged numbers and parted ways after that exchange took place. That night he wasn't able to forget about you and he made sure to visit the same place next day to make sure you and the puppy were doing all right. He didn't even know why he was so concerned about someone he just met but seeing you do something as reckless as that made him want to protect you and just wrap you with his arms so you couldn't endanger yourself. What were you making him feel?

Sure enough the next day Damian saw you and the puppy and he was glad to see it doing okay. The both of you spent some time together and you liked spending time with him. Though he had a stoic expression most of the times you could tell deep down he cared for other people. He took you to a Cafe where you both ordered something and you went to see Titus his dog. Titus seemed to take a liking to you immediately and the puppy too. Titus kept wandering near your legs and Damian thought it was adorable when he tried to place his paws up on you as if he was asking you to lift him up like a child. The puppy was a bit shy around him but Titus didn't seem to mind

Soon it was time for you to go home and Damian didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to stay with him and with a heavy heart he had to bid farewell to you. However it didn't mean that his mind and heart rested though, Gotham was a dangerous place and in the little time he's known you he's already taken a liking to you which meant that he's appointed himself as your guardian and protector to keep you safe from this twisted world and so day by day he kept stalking you and kept an eye on you to make sure you were all right

Finally he reached a point where his obsession could no longer be contained and he needed you like a dying man needing air so he kidnapped you and took you for himself. Does he regret it? Not an inch because the way he sees it is that you both are destined to be together forever. He felt his heart break when he saw you crying your heart out, begging him to please take you back and even after he bought you your puppy for company you still avoided him like the Corona virus. However you just started opening up to him recently and that was something he felt immensely thankful for. You finally saw that he loved you with all his heart and he wouldn't harm you and besides you were tired of being alone all the time

Currently the two of you were watching some shows together and you decided to watch Austin and Ally after you'd insisted. You loved Austin and Ally since you were a kid it brought back so many memories and when you accidentally let the fact slip that Austin used to be your childhood crush Damian felt like someone had knocked the wind out of his chest. Just what EXACTLY did you see in that immature blonde haired Walmart Ken ripoff he didn't know but he needed to make sure you'd forget about this Austin fellow effective immediately. Damian doesn't care if he's being petty, he doesn't want your heart getting stolen by someone else. Your heart is reserved only for him and he'll have various tactics to make you forget about Austin. He'll either make sure you watch something else that's different or when you try to see Austin and Ally he'll just start bragging and boasting about how much better he is than him and pin point and nit pick EVERYTHING wrong with Austin. Like mentioned before no man can steal your heart as long as he's with you

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bolin with y/n that doesnt want or barely rests!! (me rn)

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“ I'm facing a dilemma tonight, look around, I'm trapped in silence.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honeyyy!” sounded all the way to the living room where you found yourself at that moment. “Come to bed already!”

The image of a Bolin tucked in your shared bed and screaming at you asking for your presence on the room made you giggle, but it didn’t convince you enough to look away from your current task.

It was late at night, you knew it by the almost non-existent sound of cars and people outside the building your boyfriend and you lived at, but it didn't matter since you hadn't finish what you started and if there was something you two were sure about was how determined you were at the time of beginning a task, you needed to finish it in the same day or there would be problems.

The sound of the earthbender's steps coming near you made you turn your gaze to the frame of the door were he was standing now, pouting and with his eyebrows a little bit furrowed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Excuse me, but I believe it's past your bed time.” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. “You may accompany back to bed or we will use force.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm not sleepy!” you defended yourself, pouting back at him. “I just had this big cup of coffee and I'm set to stay up all night, baby.”

Green eyes blinked astonished. “You leave me no choice, owl.”

Before you could protest anything else, big arms trapped you by the torso as Bolin threw you to his shoulder and made his way back to the bedroom. Most of the time that would be fun for you and it would made you feel a hurricane of emotions in your stomach, but at that exact moment it just annoyed you a little bit.

You weren't kidding when you said you didn't feel any type of tiredness in your system, but Bolin just didn’t care at all, he knew if you overworked yourself the results of it would be a very unstable you fighting for your life against a burnout and the earthbender loved you in such amount that just the thought of you feeling anything other than happiness and loved made him sick.

Now on bed, strong arms hugged your waist from behind to keep you laying with him. While he was already beginning to snore, your mind was going a thousand a second thanks to the caffeine and the bother of your unfinished task.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I feel you trying to get away.” a hoarsely murmur came from him, making your hand stop from moving his arm with such slowness that you thought he wouldn't notice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bo, I just need to finish this, I swear it would be fast.” you whispered back, almost begging.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we can get up earlier to finish it, I want you to rest. You deserve it.” he fought back, even if you didn’t see him, you knew he had a frown.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bolin, please.” now you begged, not receiving any answer for a couple moments made you feel down at the thought of not finishing what you were so eager to see the results.

When you were about to try and get up again, Bolin's arms just let you go and he switched on his side. Turning to face him you saw how your boyfriend was standing up from bed and putting on his slippers.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll help you,” he offered after thinking for a bit. “So you'll finish faster and we can sleep, how does it sound?”

Your heart felt warm, you couldn’t love him more. You were so fast to stand up with him and get close to leave a sweet kiss on his lips, he blushed thanks to the action, but gladly reciprocated and smiled after distancing, both of you going back to the living room by the hand.

Bolin had thought of it and had decided if he couldn’t get you to rest without finishing your work, he would join you and even help you to lift a bit of weight off your shoulders. The earthbender adored you to the point of sacrificing his own sleep schedule just to help you however he could, you stayed awake even after he fell asleep like a rock as soon as you finished your work and went back to bed with him just watching your boyfriend sleep with his mouth a bit open and a thread of saliva coming down his cheek, thinking how you won the lottery with him.

He did wake up at noon the next day saying how he lost his ability to stay up late, you would completely tease him with that from now on.

[cassiebones]

'15. I'm your gift this year' for the Agathario writing prompt, please!

Four Days to Christmas

"When are you coming home?"

Agatha sighed. Her son's eyes were visibly wet on the other side of the Zoom call, his bottom lip protruding as he gave her his sad puppy dog look. The only difference now was that she could tell he wasn't using the look to get something he wanted from her and was genuinely sad that she wasn't there with him this time.

She was in California this week, working on a last-minute work 'emergency' they'd called it, but honestly she could have probably done this via Zoom and remote access to somebody's computer. Men were just highly incompetent, it seemed. She vowed that her son would never be this incompetent, though.

"Soon," Agatha promised. "I'll be home before Christmas, I swear. I just have to finish up a few things here and then I'll be on the next plane home. Maybe I'll even hitch a ride with Santa Claus."

That didn't get the giggle she had hoped it would. Nicky's face was still somber, a tear leaking out from the corner of his eye. Agatha's heart ached.

This was the first holiday season in his short six years of life that she wasn't home to help him and her wife put up the tree or decorate the house or bake Christmas cookies. She'd had to watch them do all that while on Zoom as she put out fires at the California office that her inept colleagues had set nearly every day this month.

At this point, she swore they were doing it on purpose just to keep her away from her family - or to avoid their own families.

She was putting out feelers at other companies, one based closer to home, with the understanding that she was not available to travel this far away, especially during the holidays. As soon as she found another job, she was putting in her resignation, cashing in her PTO, and leaving these imbeciles in the dust.

"I will make it home to you," Agatha promised again. "You have my word."

She didn't know if she could make that promise. It was four days until Christmas and she didn't even have a flight booked, but she would spend any amount of money just to see that little face in person.

Nicky's chin quivered, and Agatha's heart cracked just a little bit more.

Three Days to Christmas

"How are things going over there?" Rio asked. Agatha groaned, flopping down onto her hotel bed. "So good then?"

Agatha let out a snort. "I don't know how I ended up at a company so full of idiots," she said. "I swear to Goddess, babe, I don't know how these men have survived this far in life without walking straight into traffic. They are so dumb. And now they're going to make me late for Christmas." She felt tears spring into her eyes.

"It'll be all be okay," Rio said, soothingly. "Everything will work out like it should. You just focus on showing these idiots up and making them realize what they're going to be missing when you're gone. Speaking of, have you heard back from anywhere?"

"Several places, actually," Agatha said. "I'm going with whoever offers me the first contract. Which seems to be...Kale Kare. I'm not really into their products, but I can be if Jen Kale can get me back to New Jersey before Christmas Eve." Christmas Eve was in two days.

"Good luck with that," Rio said with a chuckle. "I believe in you, babe."

"I love you," Agatha replied, her voice soft as she turned over on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Tell Nicky I'm going to be there."

"I will," Rio promised. "I love you, too."

Two Days to Christmas

Agatha was going to end up in prison on Christmas. She was going to be using her one phone call to speak to her son, to apologize and tell him that she wouldn't be making it home after all because she couldn't keep herself from strangling three grown men with her bare fucking hands.

If she had been allowed to handle everything on her own, without their ineptitude slowing her down, Agatha would have been home weeks ago, but these morons were fucking everything up with their cocky attitudes and unwillingness to ask her for assistance until it was nearly too late.

Agatha's resignation letter was sitting in a draft in her email, waiting for Jennifer Kale to send the contract for Agatha's signature. It was taking her a minute, but Agatha knew that she had to make sure that everything was ironclad as her lawyers looked over it.

Jen Kale's operations were based in New York, just an hour outside Westview, and while she had operations in other states, it was in Agatha's contract that she would not make Agatha travel anywhere more than a three-hour flight away too close to any major holiday or birthday in her family.

Also, her company was 95% female-led, which would be a refreshing change, and she could match Agatha's current salary.

All she needed to do was sign on the dotted line.

Jennifer's email found her after midnight. Agatha spent most of the early hours of Christmas Eve reading through the contract, checking everything off her list, then signed and sent it back. She fired off her resignation letter to the CEO after that, placing her phone on Do Not Disturb before buying herself a ticket home for Christmas.

One Day to Christmas

All flights were delayed.

Agatha wanted to cry. It was six hours until midnight. She was at the airport, running on three hours of sleep, grumpy as all hell. Her wife wasn't answering her phone or texts, and her flight was delayed indefinitely due to a snowstorm in Newark the fucking night before Christmas.

Tears stung her eyes as she paced the terminal, waiting for the inevitable announcement that her flight would just be straight-up cancelled.

Nicky was going to be so upset.

"Ladies and gentlemen," an announcement said above her head. Agatha's heart sunk. "We regret to inform you that flight 1674, from San Francisco to Newark, has been delayed until 11 am on December 25th. We are so sorry to have disrupted your holiday plans. You will all receive a voucher for a complimentary meal, as well as discounted rates at the nearest hotels. Once again, our apologies. Happy Holidays."

"Fuck," Agatha whined, plopping down into a seat. "Fuck."

"That's a bad word."

Agatha nearly jumped out of her skin, spinning around to see her wife and child standing just feet away. Tears sprung to her eyes as she ran to them, dropping to her knees in front of her son and pulling him into her embrace, squeezing him tightly as though he would vanish into thin air if she let him go even for a single second.

"What are you doing here?" she huffed, looking up at Rio, who was just as misty-eyed as she stared down at them. "How did you get here? Isn't there a snowstorm?"

"Just missed us," Rio said. "We left before it started."

"How did you know I wouldn't make it home in time? Did you have so little faith in me?" Agatha stood, hefting Nicky onto her hip, holding him close to her body.

"Oh, sweetheart," Rio said, stepping closer to cup her cheek in her hand, "it had nothing to do with that. My lack of faith was in your incompetent business partners." She rolled her eyes. "I bought Nicky and myself a couple of open-ended plane tickets. The fact that we were able to get a flight so last-second is a minor miracle in itself. But I knew when I saw the weather report this morning that you'd never be able to make it home, by no fault of your own. So...here we are, bringing Christmas to you."

"Babe," Agatha breathed, pulling Rio in by her scarf, pressing her lips to the other woman's. Rio wrapped her arms around Agatha and Nicky, sinking into Agatha's kiss. "I love you so damn much," Agatha whispered against her wife's lips.

"That's also a curse," Nicky piped up, eliciting a snort from Agatha and a laugh from Rio as she pressed a kiss to the crown of his head and poked him in the side. Nicky giggled, pressing his face into Agatha's neck.

"Come on," Agatha said, already reaching for her suitcase. "Next flight isn't until eleven AM. Let's go find a hotel and get something to eat."

"Sounds good to me," Rio said, slinging her arm around Agatha's waist as they headed in the direction of the exit.

Zero Days to Christmas

"Mami! Mama! Wake up! It's Christmas!"

Agatha groaned, pulling her wife more closely to her body. It had been three weeks since she'd last seen the other woman in person, and they'd barely gotten four hours of sleep after finally getting Nicky to sleep the night before, his excitement for Christmas practically having him bouncing off the walls into the early hours of the morning.

They had set the expectation that Santa probably wouldn't find them in the hotel, on the opposite side of the country, in time for Christmas, but all his gifts would almost certainly be under the tree when they returned home to Westview, which would no doubt be covered in several feet of snow. Nicky was ostensibly fine with that.

But now he was acting the way he'd acted every Christmas since he realized what the holiday meant for their family: like he was about to find a pile of gifts under the tree with his name on them.

But there was no tree this year, not in this hotel, anyway. There was nothing to unwrap. They'd do all that when they got back to Jersey.

"Come on!" Nicky huffed, tugging the comforter off of their huddled bodies, exposing them to the cold. "Get up!"

Agatha groaned, shoving her face into Rio's neck.

"I brought a few things," Rio whispered in her ear, so low that Agatha almost missed it. "Just so he'd have something to open."

"Whyyyyyy?" Agatha moaned, wrapping her body more tightly around Rio's. Rio chuckled in her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Stay in bed," she said, extracting herself. "I'll make you some coffee and be right back. We'll bring the gifts here."

"I love you so fucking much," Agatha all but whined, pressing a kiss to Rio's lips before letting her go.

"Alright, buddy," she heard Rio say. "Show me where the gifts Santa left you are."

"Why isn't Mama coming?" Nicky asked.

"Because somebody kept her up until nearly two in the morning," Rio snorted. "You're lucky Santa brought you anything at all after that. She needs coffee."

Rio shut the door behind them, leaving Agatha in peace for a few moments. She found herself drifting back off to sleep almost immediately, so exhausted from the previous night and the entirety of the last month away from her family. She didn't sleep very well without her human pillow, Rio, or the little bundle of energy they'd made together (sperm donor or not, there was no way to convince Agatha that Nicky wasn't biologically Rio's son, not when they shared so many similar features.)

Her ex-colleagues had been trying to get back in touch with her since she'd emailed her resignation, insisting that they could increase her pay if she would just stay with the company. Agatha refused to even entertain the idea. There was no amount they could pay her that would justify her doing 85% of the work in a team of four people. And they were all local while she had to fly across the country for it? No way.

She hoped Kale Kare would be a better fit. She was almost certain it would be. And Agatha would happily watch her old company sink like the Titanic in the meantime.

She was awoken next by a soft kiss on her cheek. Agatha's eyes fluttered open to see Rio standing above her, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

"Morning, my love," Rio said, "again. Coffee?"

"Marry me," Agatha sighed, sitting up as she took the offered cup.

"We're already married," Rio laughed.

"I was talking to the coffee," Agatha huffed, making Rio bark out a laugh. She bumped the other woman's shoulder as she sat down on the bed next to her, her own cup of steaming tea in her hands. Nicky was at the end of the bed, holding his red and green striped stocking, stuffed with as many gifts as Rio could fit into her backpack without arising suspicion from the boy.

"Santa Clause brought me my stocking!" he told them. "He said that he realized we weren't home, so he decided to just bring this, but all my other gifts are under our tree."

"Well, that was nice of him," Agatha said. "We should send him a thank you letter for being so thoughtful."

"Yeah!" Nicky said. "He didn't bring your stockings, though." He shrugged, sympathetically.

"That's okay," Agatha said. "I'm sure we'll manage until tonight."

"Open your presents," Rio encouraged. "Show us what you got!"

Nicky got some toy figurines from his favorite show, a mini bunny squishmallow, two toy cars, and goodie bag of his favorite candies. He let out a squeal for every gift he unwrapped, hugging them all against his chest as he bounced on the bed with excitement.

"Wow, if that's just what Santa brought you in your stocking, I can't imagine what he has under the tree for you," Agatha said.

"We may need to take out a second mortgage," Rio whispered in her ear. Agatha snorted, pressing her face to her wife's shoulder.

"Can I go play with my new toys?" Nicky asked, already jumping off the bed with all his goodies in his arms.

"Go ahead," Agatha said, "but leave the candy here. No sweets before breakfast."

"Okay," Nicky groaned, dropping the bag onto the bed, before running around to Agatha's side, throwing himself into her arms. "I'm glad we could be together for Christmas," he murmured into her shoulder. Agatha felt tears spring to her eyes as she hugged him back, pressing a kiss to his hair.

"Me too, baby," she said. "Now, go play. We gotta start getting ready to head back to the airport in a couple of hours."

"Okay!" Nicky exclaimed, already running back to the door, pulling it closed behind him as he entered the main room of their hotel suite.

Agatha took another sip of her coffee and sighed as she leaned into Rio's side. "I didn't get a gift for you this year," she said, regretfully. "I didn't have the time. I'm sorry."

"You did get a gift for me, actually," Rio said, taking her mug from her hands and placing it on the bedside table next to her own. "You are my gift this year, my love. And I'm yours." Agatha smiled as Rio pressed her lips to hers, Rio's arms encircling her waist as she pulled her closer.

[mt-oe]

heeey

if that’s okay with you can i request a shot of modern!mizu x reader, where reader is struggling with sh?

if this is too much for you, i understand no pressure 🫶🏻

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Hey dear!

Sorry to hear that you've been struggling. I hope you're in a better place now, if not, I hope you're situation is slowly getting better. Dealing with self-harm is really difficult and healing takes so much time but I believe in you and I know you can do it <3

I know I won't be able to help much, but I hope my fic comforts you some how. I hope it comforts everyone feeling the same way. Hugs (with consent)!

Enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

trigger warning: self harm

warning: not proofread, mentions of self harm (cutting, bleeding, etc.), she/her for mizu

Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking filled the room as Mizu sat in front of you, crossing her arms and staring at you with her eyes narrowed. Beads of sweat formed at your temples, insides feeling jittery, and the urge to vomit forming in your throat.

It wasn't like you wanted to be this way. To feel this way.

And somehow, even her worry felt heavy to you. Like you had disappointed her the moment she caught you with the blade running down your skin. The way her body froze. The way her eyes widened ever so slightly. The way her breath audibly became shakier as she watched the red running down the skin she loves so much.

It felt so heavy.

It felt so fucking heavy.

"Why?" was all she could ask. Her voice sounded pained behind the stern front she always tried to put up. It wasn't like this was any easier for her, but she knew that it was more difficult for you.

It was definitely more difficult for you.

Your body remained unmoving at her question, staring at the fresh cuts on your skin that Mizu had bandaged. The memory of her freezing at the sight of white underneath the cuts you had made replayed over and over. Her voice repeating "You'll be fine, you'll be fine. I swear," as she held you tightly echoed in your brain. Even the amount of strength she had put in squeezing your forearm to reduce the bleeding was something you still felt. And it all felt so heavy. It felt so heavy to be comforted.

Her eyes narrowed at your lack of answer, desperation itching at her like a time bomb. "I said, why?" she repeated in a louder voice, making you flinch. You finally looked up at her, immediately regretting it as the gut-retching look of worry behind Mizu's blue eyes greeted you. "You wouldn't understand," you mumbled to her.

"You haven't even told me. How would I–"

"I know you won't."

"We won't know unless we try."

"No. I'll just be a bother."

"You won't. I promise."

"I really don't think you'll understa—"

"Then I'll try! I'll fucking try!" she said in a sudden firm voice, jaw clenching as she gritted her teeth. "Of course I won't get it but I'll try so just fucking tell me!"

Silence once again filled the room along with the sound of both your breaths, heavy and filled with tension. Her eyes glared at her trembling fists before her gaze slowly relaxed. Your clear reluctance to tell her made her feel utterly helpless.

It made her feel so pathetic, knowing that the love of her life was in despair and yet she couldn't do anything.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to," she apologized, rubbing her temples with her thumbs. In her mind, she knew she royally fucked up. Raising her voice at you was the last thing she wanted to do, yet here she was.

Mizu knew she might not get it. She knew she wasn't emotionally smart and she might not even be able to comfort you.

She was no Shakespeare, no Jane Austen, no whoever-the fuck-wrote-romance-novels to know which flower-y words or phrases to use. She was just a short-tempered adult who had a knack for solving things with her fists if it was getting nowhere. But she knew her fists wouldn't solve anything now.

The idea of losing you, the idea of not being able to understand you, killed her. And for that, she was willing to choke up any word, do anything that might comfort you even the slightest.

"Please," she breathed out, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. "Just...try. I want to know what's causing you so much pain." Her voice now soft, cracking ever so slightly.

Hesitance still filled you, the fear of becoming an even bigger burden than what you already fear you are still clutching your soul. But with how she softened up, how the tips of nose dusted pink from holding back the urge to tear up, and how her voice accidentally cracked an octave higher as she spoke, it was clear to you that Mizu truly did care.

Like a dam holding back a raging river, the words slipped out of your mouth until you were telling her everything.

Everything that burdened you.

Every emotion you felt.

Every little detail about how you were feeling.

Pouring them out like she was your only solace, her rough and calloused hands wiping your tears off as gently as she could. She held you tightly, pulling you closer to her chest until you could feel her heartbeat calming you like a lullaby.

Even when there were no more words left in your mouth, she continued to hold on to you. Her breathing was steady in contrast to your sniffling and shaky exhales. "Do you feel better?" she asked, glancing down at you.

Did you feel any better?

You didn't know.

"I'm sorry," you choked, eyebrows knitting together as another wave of tears threatened to fall from your eyes. "I'm bothering you, aren't I? I'm hurting you too. I'm making you worried."

Mizu sighed at your words and shook her head, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. "You could never bother me," she mumbled. Like handling the thinnest piece of porcelain, she held your hands in hers, planting a kiss against the flesh of your palms.

Her lips trailed down until they reached the gauze covering your wounds. A sigh escaped her lips yet again as she ran her lips over the rough yet fuzzy covering. "I know that you probably won't stop, but..." She looked up at you again, her blue eyes staring deeply into yours. "Please...consider talking to me about your problems first or...or...we can do something about this. Something that won't hurt you."

Fingers traced the medical tape securing the bandages in place as her eyes turned to look at the blood that seeped through. "I...I love you too much to lose you damn it," she croaked out, lowering her head and burying her face against your palms. "I'm scared of losing you, okay?"

Slowly, your hands caressed her cheeks, the warmth slowly warming the tips of your fingers. "I'll try," you mumbled, voice still shaky. "But I can't promise anything."

Tears finally escaped Mizu's deep blue eyes at your words. She gently kissed the tips of your fingers before moving up to your face, kissing your puffy eyelids and swollen lips, resting her forehead on yours. "That's good enough," she sighed out. "Just you trying..is good enough, okay?"

Her words brought you a sort of comfort that you had not felt in a long while. A form of comfort free from the sting of a blade, or a burn from an eraser, or jitters from vomiting. A sort of comfort that made you feel normal.

You felt light.

You felt the lightest that you've ever been.

"I'll try. I promise," you choked out, looking at her through your tears. A soft smile crept up to her lips, tears streaming down the side of her face as her cheeks lifted up ever so slightly. "And I'll be here. And I'll try for you too."

[emonaculate]

Gojo and his bitchy girlfriend...

Looking at Mr. Satoru Gojo I can honestly say with confidence that he is the type of guy to have a really mean and rude... overall "bitchy" girlfriend and what's worse is he likes it.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Gojo is a FREAKKKKK, Language, Y/n is mean obvi, Brat-Tamer Gojo, Gojo has a very filthy vocabulary, Toxic relationship dynamic?? It works for them but unhealthy irl, Gojo's powers are practically eldritch horror level, Gojo threatens Y/n (he's bluffing but she doesnt really wanna test it), Emon gets carried away.. again, Dubcon, Gojo is scary, Sadistic!Gojo, god complex??Gojo, Y/n might be freaked out too, Masochist!Y/n, mentions of Black!reader but anyone can read, spitting, choking, spanking, crying kink??, overstimulation, head (fem receiving), Gojo possibly has no regard for the life of strangers??, unprotected sex, abuse of Gojo's powers,

Satoru Gojo has the patience of a saint, well, at least that's what everyone thinks, seeing him interact with you.

Don't get me wrong, you're a very nice woman when it comes to literally anyone else. You help elderly women cross the street, hold the door for truck drivers whose hands are full with packages to deliver. You would give your last dime to help a misplaced person on the street if they asked. So why were you so rude to your own boyfriend.

If people did not see how you treated Gojo with their own eyes; they would not believe you were even capable of being so cruel.

Itadori would never forget how fast your personality switched from the loving instructor he had grown to care deeply about to a woman that looked as if she wouldn't so much as piss to put out a flame if Gojo were lit on fire. He honestly thought you were also possessed by an ancient demonic spirit.

The biggest question is why does Gojo just take it? Why does he turn off his infinity to just be slapped by you? He's the strongest after all.. I mean, sure your technique is powerful, but it wouldn't even hold a candle to the amount of power the man possessed.

Even now, as you stand in front of him, whilst he towers over you in not height but sheer muscle, yelling about something trivial like him being late for a dinner date you planned using his card by the way. He just watches you scream in his face, jamming your manicured nail (he's pretty sure he paid for them too) into his chest.

His smile never leaves his face as passersby watch in confusion and pity. Poor him. He deserves so much better. People often think but what they don't realize is he's exactly where he wants to be. The damn man encourages it in fact.

Gojo Satoru has known who he was for as long as he could remember. Yes, he is the strongest sorcerer of the modern century, but he is also a degenerate. He was raised with no other option but to be the head of Gojo clan. A symbol of power. People feared him and what he could do. At times, he feared his damn self. How easy it could be for him to lose control and lash out, wipe out all life on Earth for no reason other than he just feels like it. People should thank you honestly.

If not for you, all that pent-up anger he has would have been unleashed long ago. Instead he get to unleash it on and in your cunt whenever you really push his buttons. Kind of like how you're doing right now.

Gojo had to admit you really were outdoing yourself right now. Screaming in a public place? Putting your hands on him? Swear at him? Every nerve in his body was twitching to activate his infinity on you. God, you were so fucked today.

You feel the energy shift in the air as the temperature fucking changes. Your posture stiffens up ever so slightly as you feel Gojo gently pull you into his chest, rubbing small circles into your back. Had you overdone it? You know he had been stressed out trying to figure out how to plead his case in keeping Yuji alive. Every minor inconvenience he experienced lately would cause a power outage within 50 miles if he so much as twitched his eye too hard. His curse energy was so high it felt like putting metal in a toaster while it was on if you so much as brushed past him and grazed his skin.

He hadn't slept or ate in days; it was very clear he was being affected when he was teaching a lesson, and he decided to write something on the board, but instead created a crater through the left side of the entire school. Thank goodness there were no casualties.

You still knew you had to do something. You had tried everything to get him to talk about how he was feeling instead of resorting to acting this way, but nothing else had worked. Sure, the sex was great, but it was very clear he was more focused on not hurting you. You knew that you had to bring out the big guns. Put on a real show.

So that brings you back to your current situation. His hands cold to the touch as he rubbed small electrifying touches into your back. Was he writing something with his touches? Oh-

Yeah you were so fucked.

Gojo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away and smiling even wider at you. To the onlookers, he looked so sweet and understand despite having such a nasty and cruel girlfriend— but to you, who actually knew what he was capable of and how that kindness he displayed was faker than the acrylic nails on your finger—you were terrified. You had over done it by a long shot.

He remained silent as he guided the awaiting car. Your protests and pleas falling on deaf ears as he only responded with soft whispers of "I know baby, I know."

He knew exactly what you needed. You were another curse he needed to exorcise. It was the only excuse for why you would act like that in public. You did so much more than just annoy him today. Gojo was pissed. Beyond pissed actually. He had just gotten back from yet another meeting with the higher-ups and they denied his request to spare Yuji yet again. Now, he knows you couldn't have known but what perfect timing this was. He was boiling with anger and now didn't have to hold back at all. You managed to save the higher-ups from a well-deserved death yet again.

You practically vibrated in the seat of the luxurious car with fear, watching every move your boyfriend made. If it came to it, you were prepared to jump out of the car; you had never seen him this upset before, and surely it wasn't just because of your little display back at the restaurant. Even in the past, when he got upset by your rude behavior, he was never silent. He always would talk and humor your attitude before pulling you close and whispering the things he was going to do to you as soon as you two were alone. This was different.

The car came to a halt in front of Gojo's place. His private residence. Not the Gojo Clan housing but a separate place entirely. You had never been here before, usually opting to go back to your place because he preferred how much more "lived" in your place was compared to his. Gojo steps out of the car and stretches slightly before turning back to you; eyes immediately narrowing into a icy glare.

"Get out of the car." His voice was no longer that usual playful octave but deeper and cruel.

You remain seated, not in rebellion but paralyzing fear. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. This was bad. Really bad. Gojo snaps his finger in your face, electricity shooting out from his fingertips blowing out the surrounding streetlights immediately.

"If I have to repeat myself, I'll crush this fucking car. You know I can, Y/n."

You scramble, practically tripping over yourself, to get out of the car. Not for your own safety; you know Satoru well enough to be certain he'd never hurt you intentionally. The same could not be said about the innocent driver. While you were sure he was just bluffing, you did not want to test that theory with how mad he was.

As sick as it is, Gojo's eyes twinkle with delight as he watches you run to join him outside the car. Good, you understand how serious this is. His hand snakes around your waist as he leans down to press another loving kiss to your temple. He tells you to go inside and wait for him. You obey without a second thought. Gojo looks back at the car door you left ajar in your rush to exit. A scoff escapes his lips in disbelief. You can't even close the door behind you? He really needs to teach you some manners.

He tries his hardest.. really his absolute hardest to close the door as gently as possible (not wanting to scare the driver anymore than he already has) but even with just pressing one finger to the door; the materials of the door dent completely inward. If the driver is concerned he doesnt say only facing forward with both hands on the steering wheel trembling.

Gojo clicks his tongue in disapproval before muttering an apology and telling the driver to make it home safe. As if he, himself, isn't the most dangerous entity alive. The driver weakly nods and speeds off.

Gojo then turns his attention back to one of his many houses and teleports inside, finding you standing in the empty hall with tears threatening to roll down your soft cheeks. He only tilts his head and laughs mockingly.

"You crying?"

He teleports again, this time with you, to his bedroom. You hadn't even seen him touch you. He tosses you onto the bed as if you weighed nothing, and unbuttons his shirt. His eyes were crazed and wild, swirling with what could only be described as raw power.

"I haven't given you anything to cry about. But don't worry, I'm gonna."

He's on top of you before you can blink; one hand pinning both of yours to the bed. You don't know where to look, all you can do is feel the raw power radiating off him and try to control your own breathing. You know you have no reason to be afraid, but your body says otherwise. The loud RIIPPP— brings you back to the present; he tore your dress straight down the middle. You didn't even feel the tug either; it was instant.

Satoru leaves open-mouthed, wet, and passionate kisses everywhere that he sees exposed melanated skin. One of his favorite things about you is how your skin looks compared to his. He loves how rich and deeply tanned your skin is compared to his pale skin tone. He also loves how hard he has to work to make sure the bruises and marks he wants to leave show up.

You feel like you could get whiplash from the way you spin as Gojo teleports yet again and has you placed over his lap; ass up with your hands somehow tied behind your back. He's moving even faster now. Just how much did he hold back usually?

"Been a really bad girl today. So I'm not gonna hold back, mkay? Make this easier for yourself and count. If you don't I'll start over and if you fuck that up.." He pauses to think and a sinister chuckle escapes his mouth, "Just don't fuck up more than once."

You realize he left your mouth ungagged because not only does he want you to count. He wants to hear your cries and sobs. You almost forgot how much of a sadist Gojo is normally, so you can only imagine how much it's been dialed to 1000. Gojo places a kiss to your bare ass cheeks as a silent apology for what he's about to do. You brace yourself, already fighting the urge to squirm, but you still are unprepared for the impact of the hit.

The sound that leaves your mouth shocks you as the tears that were already welling in your eyes begin to pour almost immediately. You have fought special grade curses before and made it back to tell the tale but fuck— the pain you were feeling right now hurt. You grit your teeth and mutter out the number one but as soon as it leaves your lips; your poor ass is met with a black flash level of back to back hits.

Despite the warnings you know are in the back of your head, between broken sobs, you apologize and tell Gojo to stop. That you're so sorry and won't act out anymore.

Satoru raises an eyebrow; he had given you clear and concise orders, and you still defied him. Besides, you know the safeword so its not like he's a total monster and wouldn't stop if you used it. His six eyes reveal all and the arousal pooling on his lap from your aching and neglected cunt is saying otherwise but he'll humor you.

"You know the safeword. Use it."

He waits as you think it over, but then you remain silent. Gotcha. You pathetic bitch, always were into being degraded and hit. His perfect little masochist. Match made in heaven or hell; Gojo didn't give a damn. He smirks and feins concern as he grabs roughly onto your hair; pulling your head back just enough to make it uncomfortable.

"You do remember the same word right?"

"Ngh—"

A whimper escapes your mouth as your head is jerked back and forth in a demeaning motion. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough so you feel it. You choke out the words that you do know the safeword. It seems to ignite an even bigger fire under Satoru. He leans forward and you can feel his breath tickling your neck.

"Y'know. I think you like this. You like being used like a toy. You like being fucked like a slut. You like when I treat you like some bitch I would meet at a club."

A wanton moan breaks past your lips as you shake your head. Gojo hums, letting go of your head, watching you fall abruptly back over his lap. He tells you that this is your last chance to stop being a brat and count. This time you have no warning before rapid hits blind you with hot pain. Despite that, you keep count sobbing as you fight to keep your legs from kicking.

The precision is what hurts most. He keeps hitting the same exact spots on both cheeks at a breakneck speed. By the time you say twenty you're prepared to use the safeword to get his reign of terror to stop but thanks to whatever higher being... well whatever being thats higher than Gojo— he stops to admire his work. No matter what your shade is, both of your ass cheeks are a blistering red. Arousal as dripped down your legs creating a puddle on the floor and your tears have stained your cheeks and soaked his pants leg.

"You did so well, sweets."

The nickname is back. Maybe he's calmed down enough to ease up. You cock your head slightly to look up at him and are met with a beautiful sight. His hair is frazzled and wild; the power in his eyes sparks a blue hue every couple of seconds, and his cheeks are the prettiest shade of red. He's fucking gone.

"Sator—"

You're cut off with a harsh slap to your ass again. He tells you that only good girls have the privilege of using his first name. You can only refer to him as Gojo right now. If he were still really angry with you, he'd have you refer to him as Lord Gojo.

But since he's feeling nice now; he supposes he'll let you have a reward for doing so well with your punishment. With your hands still bound he demands that you sit on his face. You know you're in no place to protest so as he moved to lay back on the bed; you do as your told and hover over his face not wanting to sit down too hard or suffocate him. You want to ease down; your ass still hurts afterall. A sudden force slams you down; Gojo's hands remained by his sides so you wonder what exactly did he do? Or the more important question is what can he do?

You have no time to think about the unknown powers that Gojo has and what it could mean for the future of sorcery as a whole, because the moment you are settled on his face, you feel his strategic tongue attacking away at your innards. You know he's using 'Six Eyes' and it's not fair. You have no defense against his attack; all you can do is moan his name like a prayer.

Satoru swears you're the best thing he's ever had the pleasure of tasting; the sounds you make is a fucking bonus. He's been with you for so long; he knows exactly what makes you tick. What your body wants— what it needs. He can work you out in less than five minutes, but where's the fun in that? Why would he give up his ambrosia? The nectar a God like him deserves to feast upon.

Your eyes roll back as you all but ride his face, chanting his name, telling him how close you are, how good he's making you feel. Then it hits you— your climax. It's intense, and your chest heaves up and down in overexertion, but he continues his onslaught. Eager like a puppy, he laps all of your fluids, a desperate moan muffled between your thighs as if he is addicted to the taste of you. You want to run but there's no where you can go especially with the way his hands dig into your plump ass dragging you back and forth over his mouth.

He finally releases whatever magical hold he has on you and lifts you off of his face with a loud pop from sucking on your clit. He teleports, and you're laid on your back with him on top of you, your essence dripping from his face and a smug grin on his face. You don't give him the chance to say something to ruin the moment by capturing his lips into a passionate kiss. It only lasts for a fleeting moment (he had a relapse in his judgment), and you're being shoved into the bed with his hand securely around your neck.

"Did I give you fucking permission to touch me?"

You open your mouth to protest and quickly shut it, feeling his grip tighten, silently daring you to say anything slick. You get a good look at Gojo and realize the only thing he has on is a gold necklace you insisted he buy to match the cross necklace you wore all the time. It dangles mockingly in your face as he leans closer to your face and tells you to open up.

By this point, you know what he wants, but every time, it is the only thing that makes you feel bashful. You slowly open your mouth, making eye contact with his blown-out, crazed sapphire eyes, and your tongue is met with a wad of his saliva. He coos in approval as you swallow on command.

"See? You can be my good girl. You know what to do."

His words were slurring together, and he knew he was losing it. His dick was throbbing with anticipation and he wasn't sure how long he'd last before the lights blew out in the room. You might not have realized, but the bed frame had already cracked, and the lights flickered in and out. He was also sure he heard more streetlights pop from outside.

"Fuck me, please."

Your voice is whiny as you rock your hips into the air, bringing the white-haired man out of his own thoughts. He pretends to consider it as if his tip isn't crying in agony with pre-cum desperate to feel your tight velvety walls clamp down around him.

"Hm.. you don't seem like you really want it. Beg."

You normally hate to ask Gojo for anything more than once. It hurts your pride, actually. Why should you have to ask when he should just give? You were the prize after all. However, today you know better; you don't know if he'd just leave you like this if you made him mad again. You needed this— need him. Want him. You're pleading before you realize the words are coming out of your mouth. Begging for him to put his dick in you and fuck you until all you can do is spasm from the weight of your orgasm— to rearrange your guts until you feel him in your stomach. To fuck you, like you know only he can.

Satoru's ears burn from your lewd vocabulary but he loves every minute of it. He loves how your tears soak your cheeks, how choked sobs escape your mouth, how you're rutting into nothing but air— he loves it all.

This is why he likes you being mean and a bitch. It gives him the opportunity to treat you like a stress toy— toy that he loves to fuck. Anytime you go too far or work his nerves just right, he can split you open like he is right now. Lifting your legs up, folding you into the meanest mating press, and pushing into you with no resistance from how soaked you are. Not stopping until he feels his tip kissing your cervix, with the lewd wet noise coming from where you two are connected intimately.

And maybe somewhere... deep. deep. deep. down he really fucking likes seeing you angry and yelling at him because mean women just turns him on. He has always liked a challenge. Why would he want a girl who never challenged him? Someone that agreed with everything he said and did; at that point he might as well date a fucking fan. Easy is boring. Nothing about Satoru is easy, so why would his relationships be? You excited him; which was damn near impossible considering he could see everything and anything all at once, all the time.

He liked the way you'd claw deep scratches into his back when he'd fuck you like this. How you'd cry about how deep he was. How no one ever made you feel this good. How you'd be a good girl from now on (he knows thats a lie). He loved you. Everything about you. Another reason he had been so mad today was not just because the higher-ups said something about the Yuji situation; they had tried to threaten him with the mere mention of something happening to you if he brought up Yuji's execution again. He would have killed everyone in the room with no regard for what happens next if not for Yaga shutting the conversation down by defending you. It only barely saved them. Barely.

"—Cum?"

You were babbling gibberish as he fucked in and out of you at a fast pace with his own moans tumbling from his lip. He hid his face into the crook of your neck, lapping at the skin before biting down. It sent you over the edge immediately, and Satoru followed shortly after.

He collapsed on top of you, panting like he had just run a marathon with no prep. His ears rang slightly as he rolled off you and let his eyes readjust to the room. He let out a cackle looking at his surroundings. The headboard was split in half. Lights completely blown out. Yeah he was real pent up.

Satoru rolled over to crack a joke to make you laugh; moments after sex were when you were the nicest. You got to be super soft, and you two were just two people dating. You weren't just dating the strongest, but the real Satoru. His gaze softened as he realized you were already knocked out. He opted to clean you up and teleport you both to your place. It was more comfortable there anyways. He nestled under the covers with your unconscious body and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, pulling you tightly into his embrace.

So yeah, maybe you were bitchy but he wouldn't have you any other way. After all, you're the only one who can handle him.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: You come across something you never expected.

(A.n: Buckle up everyone, cause this and the next chapter are going to be a little dark. I swear crack and fluff are on their way!)

Tw: Murder, details of murder,animal death and blood

CH-5 : Could this day get any worse?

You slowly walked up to the spider, examining it. The spider was also looking at you with its..mismatched eyes? Are spiders supposed to have mismatched eyes? The spider was almost as big as your plam. It had a pink heart shaped fur on its back.'Huh, that's cute..' you thought. You still weren't a big fan of spiders. Though nor did you like to kill them. "I'll...just leave you be for now I guess?" You said while awkwardly scratching your neck. You didn't want to risk getting it outside for it to jump on you. Having the cockroach jump on you was enough for one day. As long as it didn't do any funny stuff, you should be fine right?

You walked back to your chair, Keeping a cautious eye on the spider. Part of you believed looking at it intimidatingly will make it fear you and not come close. As you sat on the chair, you could almost swear the spider rolled it's eyes at your antics but you were probably just imagining it.

"Alrighty then..time to get to work!" You said to yourself. You decided to put some songs as your background music while you worked. Picking up your phone, you started the first song that came up, which was 'Inside of every demon is a rainbow' from hazbin hotel.

You found out about Hazbin Hotel about a few months ago and it has been living rent free in your head since then. Luckily enough, it's first season will air in a couple weeks and you absolutely couldn't wait to watch it. You adored the whole crew, especially alastor. You were kind of a simp for him to be completely honest. You also listened to hunicast's past hazbin hotel live streams too. They absolutely made you lose your shit from laughing sometimes and sometimes made you melt like a puddle with their flirting. You sorta could understand Ashley's pain. You were sad that you didn't find the live streams sooner.

You started to work while humming with the song. This time you had to edit some drafts about a murderer on loose that's terrorising everyone recently. His name was apparently Elias Adler. He was in 26-29 year old range. He had long blonde hair, and bags under his blue eyes. He also had a piercing on his ear. Police hasn't been able to catch him yet. But they did manage to catch one of his accomplices. They learnt about his name from there.

Unfortunately they couldn't get any other information out of him since Elias wouldn't share any personal information with them. Police suspected the guy was just a another tool for him to get what he wanted. He has committed 16 confirmed murders till now. They were able to identify the murders being done by him due to how violent the scenes were. Bloods and guts everywhere, head half separated from the torso, multiple stab wounds and more.

Police were close to catching him one time. But he slipped them, though it cost him a bullet in his left arm. He was last seen about a couple of kilometres away in a town from where you are currently. Police are searching everywhere currently to catch this man. Police promised large amounts of money if anyone could give them any clue about this man. You sighed, people could be so rotten sometimes in this world....you prayed from the bottom of your heart for this man to be caught as soon as possible.

Somewhere,a man inside a van sneezed as he was patching up his wounds. "For fucks sake, I don't need to catch cold right now" he cursed.

As you started to edit the next topic of your work. You failed to notice all the animals inside the room freaking out about the song you blasted .'How..how is this possible..' Charlie whispered as she heard her song from her recent interview come up. Never in her whole life she expected her song to be played on earth.

Others were freaking out too. Vaggie quickly flew in front of your phone to check what was going on. 'Is this us...? Why do we look so.. cartoony? This is from 'Hazbin Hotel?? How do they know what we are working with??' Vaggie screamed. 'Does that mean people are spying on us??' Niffty asked. 'But hey this could be good guys! What if we convinced them that we are actually these demons. Then she could help us figure something out right?' Charlie said with hope.

'And ya think this girl will take kindly to know that she has four demons under her roof? Hah, that's the fastest way for us to get kicked out toots' Angel snickered from the back. 'Although I hate to admit it, Angel is right about it hon.' Vaggie said flying back to Charlie. 'She would just get freaked out more. We need more time to decide what to do. Especially since somehow we are... cartoon characters on earth. She might not believe us'

Charlie looked at you humming and singing her song with delight, then back at Vaggie. 'I..suppose you're right.. let's wait to see where this goes!' Charlie said with enthusiasm. Though a part of Charlie's heart felt a bit warm seeing you liking her song so much, especially since how she was treated for the song after the interview.

You worked about 2 hours before you decided it was time to take a break. Taking a big stretch, you closed your laptop and stood up to make a cup of coffee. You let out a yelp to find out that all the animals are standing right beside your chair together, except the puppy. You didn't even notice when the spider came down and sat beside your chair. You carefully tip toed around the spider, not wanting to set it off and went to the kitchen.

After taking your coffee and spending your time doing random stuff, it was already afternoon. You decided it would be nice to go out for a walk. Also the sheep could use some fresh grass to eat from outside.

You packed some snacks in a bag and also your drawing pad in case you felt like drawing outside. Then your eyes came into contact with your pocket knife and a pepper spray in the drawer. You used to keep them just to be safe while walking around alone in town at night. You wondered if you should take them. After thinking for a bit, you shrugged, why not, better safe than sorry, even kinda in the middle of nowhere.

Wearing your bag, you picked up the puppy and called out to your ewe as you opened the door. The ewe came running after you. The moth came too and again sat on your head. You locked your door and looked at the ewe only to find the spider was sitting on its fur. You walked around for a bit and then sat on a side of a field and watched while the sheep and the puppy were running and playing with each other. A small smile came to your lips as you picked up your tab to draw a quick sketch of the adorable sight in front of you.

Suddenly a cat approached the puppy and the sheep, mewing loudly. They both stopped playing and started to listen to it. Within seconds they rushed to you. The puppy started to bite and drag your pants leg.

"Ow,hey,hey, what's going on?" You said standing up. The puppy barked at you and ran a bit ahead and stopped to look at you. You took it as a sign that it wanted you to follow something. You began to follow the puppy who was now running alongside an old looking cat. You were weirded out of your mind but decided to push it away, what if the puppy found its owner and wanted to show you. After walking through the woods for some time, both the cat and the puppy stopped in front of a large bush. The puppy started growling and the cat started hissing. The sheep which was following you stopped behind you too. It was like they all sensed some kinda danger in front of them.

Giving them a worried glance you walked in front, pushing the bush out of your way, you came across a sight you never expected to see in a million years.

There was the big deer from before. Now its body was painted with red and had a lot of wounds. In its antlers were some pink gooey looking things covered in blood that you guessed were the guts of some of the wolves that were lying in the ground right now. It looked tired and almost ready to give out at any moment. The ground around them was splattered with blood as well. There were only two wolves left standing. One of the wolves was closing in on the deer, while the other locked eyes with you and started coming your way.

You could feel your heart beat out of your chest as you clutched your bag tightly. How the hell did you fall into this situation??

(A.N: In any case you guys don't know hunicast, I highly recommend checking it out!! Especially to alastor simps, check out hunicast's alastorcast, I promise you won't regret it~)

Master list

[berryispunk]

You Make Me Believe In God

pairing: Priest Frankie x OFC

Part 3 of "Nothing You Can Do Will Save Me"

Previous parts readable here

A huge thanks to my sibling aka the best beta reader in the world, without you all of this wouldn't see the light of day so please give them some applause <3 and also big thanks TO YOU. This fic got an incredible amount of feedback & I just wanted to thank you all for this <3

summary: They meet again, and it’s a brief but fierce encounter. Switched pov for this one.

tags/warnings: domestic violence, alcohol abuse, LONGING, YEARNING, mutual pining , slight power indifference, kissing, swearing, ANGST, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Catholicism, small (?) age difference (Frankie is mid 30’s, Lucy beginning of 20’s), sexual tension, AU, Catholic Church Core, dirty thoughts, small town, inner turmoil, a hint of soft Frankie, Frankie being an ass

“For all that is in this world, the desires of the flesh, the desires of the eyes, the pride of life come not from the father but from this world.”

The night before the service you spent tossing and turning in your bed. 

The memory of the last encounter with Father Morales was still so vivid in your mind, it played behind your inner eyes like a damn movie every time you closed your eyes. 

You knew this was wrong, for a number of reasons.

First and foremost the fact that he was your local priest and you a regular church goer. You had been going often when the old priest, Father Thomas, was still there, but since Frankie had taken over the job you found yourself looking forward to every Sunday. Now you even called him Frankie in your head!

Each time you were wearing the prettiest dress your tiny wardrobe had to offer, even daring to put on some sheer lipgloss. Thankfully your father didn’t notice, not that he ever came with you. 

These days he was usually blackout drunk on the sofa as you silently closed the door behind you when you left. You were glad he wasn't around much during service so you could relax a bit while hanging on Frankie’s every word during the homily. 

When Father Thomas introduced him one Sunday there was a lot of whispering, especially from the old housewives who were - understandably - very tired of their husbands. The same men who didn’t have a nice word to say to them even if they spent three hours in the kitchen early in the morning before church to cook some spectacular Sunday lunch. A casserole, some potatoes and vegetables they lovingly raised in their own gardens. Their husbands didn’t care. If some of their spouses tagged along during service, they fell asleep snoring like a tractor. 

However, the wives did not. Their gazes were on Frankie from start to finish, watching his every step and soaking up every word. 

You couldn’t blame them at all. Father Morales was awfully attractive with his dark brown, unruly curls and matching warm brown eyes. When he smiled his whole face lit up, creating small wrinkles around his eyes which were absolutely adorable. 

His cassock did little to hide his broad shoulders and muscular arms that seemed to go on for miles. When his sleeves were rolled up it revealed equally strong forearms. 

The ladies of the parish started to bring along fans to regulate the heat that spread over their flushed cheeks during service. Plus, it made it easier to whisper to their pew neighbor.

Frankie didn’t seem to care much about the lustrous gazes. He was polite to every one of them, his eyes only fixed on their eyes whenever he chit-chatted with some of them after mass. He listened carefully, nodded and gave them his undivided attention like they deserved, unlike their dickheads of husbands. 

They all felt drawn to him just as you did. Although in the beginning you had tried to keep your respectful distance, telling yourself that the gazes you caught during service weren’t meant for you. But as the weeks passed by, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. 

He did look at you and you mirrored his longing gaze perfectly. Bit your lip whenever his gaze locked with yours and sometimes it seemed like he was struggling to continue his sermon nonchalantly afterwards.

Each time you walked towards him for the sacrament of the communion you didn’t lower your gaze anymore, instead you smiled up to him, opened your mouth willingly so he could put the wafer on your tongue and it made his hands slightly tremble. Maybe there was even a tiny hint of a blush on his cheeks before he cleared his throat to serve the other people in line. 

It was a game. It was fun and a good distraction from the shit you had to deal with back at home. 

Your drunk father who only knew you existed when he was starving, the alcohol not enough sustenance. His hateful gaze on you whenever he was halfway sober. He made you feel so small, useless and made it unbearable for you in your own home. In the beginning it hurt, especially when you thought back at the times your sister was still living at home. 

The whole Davis family used to go to Sunday service and afterwards your mom would’ve made lunch and you and your sister Grace helped. It was so peaceful and loving back then, so different to the coldness you felt now. It seemed like a lifetime ago. 

All that kept reminding you of the good times now was church, so you kept up the tradition, even if it was by yourself and you didn’t even believe that much in God anymore. Because if he’d been real why would he have let someone suffer so much without reason? 

Seeing the hot priest every Sunday was just a bonus. 

When time passed on and especially after you had told him that you were thinking of him whenever you masturbated something changed drastically between the two of you and you didn’t know whether you liked it or not. The tension you had felt back in the confessional only intensified in his office when you poured your heart out in terms of your problems at home. His eyes on you were so warm and full of worry. It was exactly what you needed at the time, but still you found yourself not worthy of the attention. 

Maybe, you thought, if you were a better daughter your dad wouldn’t feel the need to drink himself to death. 

Maybe, if your mother hadn’t left, things would’ve been different too, but you couldn’t be mad at her. She had fallen victim to your dad’s anger and frustration long before you had even been aware of it. 

Seen rationally you knew thinking about that was no use, but you couldn’t stop your thoughts drifting off. They were quickly replaced by something else entirely: longing. You longed for his lips to finally meet yours, something you dreamed about since you got to know he thought about you too. 

So this Sunday you were finally able to attend service again, because the bruise on your cheek had faded enough for nobody to notice, and found yourself walking determinedly towards his office after the church had emptied. Knocking twice and waiting for an answer. As you get none, you quietly said,

“Father Morales, it’s me, Lucy…” But it was still eerily quiet on the other side so you decided to leave again. 

As you were about to leave the church as well you saw him with one of the women of your parish entering the confessional. His hand guided her into it before he took a seat at the opposite side and closed the door. 

For a moment you contemplated whether or not to leave, you even took  one more reluctant step towards the exit but at the last moment you decided to stay. You couldn’t, no, you didn’t want to waste another day not knowing what his lips felt like so you found a seat in a nearby pew and waited, iting your finger nervously as your leg bounced to an invisible melody.

Finally after what felt like an eternity and simultaneously no time at all, the woman exited the wooden box and you took your chance and slipped into the confessional without giving Frankie the chance to leave.

Hastily you murmured, “Forgive me father for I have sinned.” And you only heard a rustling noise at the other end of the screen separating you both. This felt more like a déjà-vu. 

“Lucy?” he asked, a hint of disbelief or maybe even panic in his voice. 

“Hey Frankie,” you said softly as your heart started beating faster. 

“What are you… No, wait. Is everything okay?” The worry in his voice was palpable.

“Yes,” you assured him. “It is now.” 

You had to bite your lip and hold your breath, afraid this little sentence had revealed too much about the whirlwind of emotions inside your chest. 

But as you heard a faint laugh on the other end you felt instant relief. 

“You know we’re in a confessional, right? So if you don’t have sins to confess…”

You couldn’t keep the grin out of your face as you said, “Sins, father? Plenty of them. How much time do you have?” 

His laugh on the other end of the screen was warm and created little butterflies in your stomach. 

“For you? All day.” And you found yourself giggling along with him.

“I really want to kiss you.” You took a quick breath before adding, “I can’t stop thinking about last week in your office. I—” You didn’t even know how to express what you were going to say, but you desperately wanted him to understand. 

His breath audibly hitched on the other end and a few seconds later his face was so close to the screen you could make out his shape clearly. Without thinking much you leaned in too, your right cheek pressed against the screen just to feel him close. 

“I really want to kiss you too. I, uh, I can’t stop thinking about it. But we can’t…” he whispered hoarsely. “No, no… We shouldn’t,” he added and you sighed. 

It’s nothing you hadn’t known before. But it didn’t lessen the ache at all. 

“I know, it’s just–,” you trailed off. 

“Yeah,” he answered without finishing the sentence but the way his voice sounded told you everything you needed to know. His voice mirrored your torment perfectly. 

You were sitting there for a long agonizing moment, your cheek still resting on the screen as the door on your side suddenly opened and he stepped in. His broad frame filled out the small of the confession al instantly and if you’d felt constricted before, it was even more now. His eyes on you were searching but you couldn’t quite place what for. 

“Frankie?” you croaked out and without even wasting a second he leaned down, pulling you up to him and his lips landed on  yours. It was rather gentle at first as his hand tangled in your hair, the other on your hip but it got heated quickly. He pressed your back against the cold, wooden wall of the confessional, his strong and hard frame holding you in place as his tongue sought entrance into your mouth. It all felt so different from anybody you had kissed before. You knew it would. You kissed him back just as eagerly as your hand fisted the fabric of his button-down and gasped into his mouth to which he answered with a soft groan. Your hands pulled slightly at the soft locks in the nape of his neck and you wanted to drown in this kiss. If this would be your last breath on this earth and you’d die right now it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever happening to you.

His hands started to wander over your body, gently exploring. Tracing every curve he could find, the soft of your hip, over your ass which he gave a soft squeeze through the fabric of your dress. He started to grind his front against you making you feel his erection clearly through his pants. It didn’t feel demanding at all but eager, just as much as you were. 

“We need to stop,” he finally panted breathlessly against your kiss-swollen lips. As his eyes opened again they were so much darker than before and it stirred something deep inside of you. 

“Frankie, please don’t stop,” you whimpered needily and he held your gaze, his pupils dilated as he found your lips again with such force you were pressed tightly against the wall with a dull noise. Something had seemed to snap inside of him as his lips latched onto your neck, biting and sucking everywhere he could reach as his knee pressed between your thighs, the fabric of your panties already wet from your arousal and he must have felt it, because he groaned against your neck.

“Fuuuck….” he bit out and no curse word had ever been so hot before. Are priests even allowed to curse?

 “Lucy, I–,” he was almost whimpering at this point, his breath hot against your neck and it made you shiver in the best way.

As abruptly as his lips had found yours he let go of you, taking a small step back in the narrow space and it left you discombobulated. 

“Almighty lord, forgive me,” he murmured, crossing himself and by no means you understood what God had to do with any of this because none of the things the two of you had just done were considered holy. 

“Frankie? What….” Although you were staring straight at him, he wouldn’t even look at you.

“I can’t do this, I am sorry,” he whispered, pained and your eyebrows furrowed, your chest painfully tight and it was getting hard to breathe.

“What?” You blinked, hoping you’d misunderstood.

“I can’t do this..” he repeated and the second time hurt even more than the first. 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you screeched in indignation, anger and disappointment creeping up and probably making you holler through the whole church, the skin on your chest burning hot.

“Please leave,” he said and he still didn’t dare to look at you. Was it shame? Regret? 

“No,” you said firmly, even if your voice was already choked up with all of the emotions brewing inside of you. 

He opened the door of the confessional without saying another word, the intention of making you leave more than obvious and you tried to reason with him. “Frankie, look. What happened, it’s…”

“It can’t happen again,” he cut through your words, like it was so easy for him. 

You felt hot angry tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, your vision blurring up.

Finally he lifted his head and looked at you. Not a single emotion behind his eyes’ brown hues and his face illuminated by the afternoon sun behind the stained glass. The whole scene made him almost glow. How ironic, you thought, making a devil look like an angel. 

You scoffed as your hands balled into fists. “I thought you felt it too…?” You pressed out between your lips with your chest heaving in barely contained anger, or perhaps hurt.

“I am your priest. You can come to me whenever you need guidance, an ear to listen or a prayer but that’s it, Lucy,” he used your name so nonchalantly. It sounded like an insult in combination with the other words in that sentence now.

“I had your tongue in my mouth just seconds ago and now you wanna go back to just being my priest?” You couldn’t contain your anger as your body started to quiver. 

“I am sorry.” He had the audacity to sound sincere. You stared at him for a long moment, his whole body language so much more guarded and indifferent than just a few moments ago and you struggled to interpret his contradictory behavior. 

“Did I do something wrong? I–”

He shook his head, his hands pleadingly lifted and eyebrows raised high but he didn’t say another word.

You straightened your dress, looking him up and down with contempt in your gaze before you left the church at a fast pace, your steps echoed loudly from the walls. Tears finally streamed down your face, making it hard to see, to breathe, to just be with every step that created distance between you and the one good thing that made you truly believe in God.

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I swear to god, if I see one more person say Levi wanted to kill Zeke for "revenge" and blubber on about how revenge "blinded" him and that's why he got caught in the thunderspear explosion, I think I'll throw myself off a cliff.

It had nothing to do with revenge, or a desire for self-satisfaction. It was an entirely selfless pursuit, undertaken in the memory and in honor of his fallen comrades, the ones who gave their lives that day in Shinganshina. I've been over this so many times, I'm not going to go over it again in detail here. But anyone who doesn't yet understand that is, I'm sorry, fundamentally flawed in their understanding of Levi's character. This isn't an interpretation. Levi explicitly states that the reason he wants to kill Zeke is to prove his comrades deaths had meaning. He says it. Not only is the idea that Levi wanted Zeke dead for revenge and that he was "blinded" by that desire fundamentally flawed in its understanding of Levi's character, it also completely lacks logic. If Levi was really "blinded" by a quest for revenge, he would have just killed Zeke at the first opportunity he had, regardless of the consequences. He would have killed him in Shinganshina. He would have killed him in Liberio. He would have killed him in the forest. And yet, he didn't, specifically because he wasn't blinded by his need to kill Zeke at all. He had a calm and rational mind about it the entire time, one he continued to exercise to the very end.

And this idea that Levi getting caught in the thunderspear explosion was some sort of "comeuppance" for his violence or his blind desire for Zeke's blood is equally illogical and absurd, and again, completely misunderstands the source of Levi's rage in that moment. Anyone who claims so is engaging in some serious, holier than thou moralizing. Levi torturing Zeke in the cart on the way back to the Capital had nothing to do with his vow to kill him. Levi was grieving, and in a massive amount of emotional distress, because Zeke had just forced him to kill nearly 30 of his own comrades. Men and women Levi had, as with all his comrades, sworn to protect and people for whom he was directly responsible. People that posit this idea that Levi somehow deserved to "pay" for his anger in this moment are essentially claiming that it's always "wrong" to hate or be angry at someone when they've brutally wronged you. That we're always supposed to be "the bigger person" and "forgive" them and "turn the other cheek" and all that moralistic bullshit, and if you don't, then you deserve every bad thing that comes your way. Get the fuck out of here. Levi had EVERY right to be as angry as he was in that moment, and I'm sorry, but anyone who denies him that right is an asshole, and a hypocrite, because there's no such thing as anyone who wouldn't have been viciously, violently angry at someone who had just forced you into slaughtering your own friends and colleagues. Taken especially within the context of who Levi is, with the understanding of how driven he is by the need to protect life and help people, with how much value he places on people's lives, it puts into perspective just exactly how cruel it was what Zeke did to him. How exactly was Levi meant to react? Are we meant to judge him for being as angry as he was? For resorting to violence? Is anyone really going to sit here with a straight face and claim that they wouldn't have felt and done exactly the same in his shoes? I don't buy that for a minute. Most people wouldn't have even possessed Levi's level of restraint. They would have simply killed Zeke, and to hell with the consequences.

Further, Levi's very words to Hange about not understanding how prepared Zeke was to die show that he wasn't purely fueled by anger either, in this moment. It was a rational choice on his part to hook Zeke up to that thunderspear, insurance against his attempted escape, because he believed Zeke wasn't prepared to die, something I've talked about before, here: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicjoke/746918499422781440/one-thing-i-dont-think-people-really-consider?source=share

Further still, if Isayama had intended for Levi’s desire to kill Zeke to be interpreted as revenge, and all the negative connotations of that, he would have had Levi realize the foolishness of his actions immediately after nearly being blown to Kingdom Come, and shown him remorseful and regretful in that moment over wanting Zeke dead, since, supposedly, him nearly dying was meant to be his lesson and punishment in the foolhardiness of revenge’s pursuit, according to these people. Yet Levi showed no such remorse or regret for wanting Zeke dead, only for him not understanding Zeke’s willingness to die. And Isayama himself wouldn’t have spoken about one of the reasons he didn’t kill Levi being how Levi’s journey wouldn’t be complete without him fulfilling his vow. Levi’s desire to kill Zeke was never framed in a negative light for a reason.

This total misinterpretation of Levi's motives with regard to Zeke is the source of so many of the negative and hateful views about his character that we see floating around, and yet it's continually perpetuated by people, over and over again, and I'm sick of it.

Levi never wanted revenge. He only ever wanted to ensure his comrades didn't die for nothing. It was a noble goal. Revenge isn't noble. But wanting to honor your friends and comrades memories and lives is. Levi never deserved to be punished for that, and honestly, fuck you to anyone who says he did. It takes a particular and acute lack of self-awareness and arrogance for anyone to make such a sickening and cruel claim.

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Temptation

Chapter 4 -> Chapter 5

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

" Yu!! You won't believe what I got at the store today!" You shout as you look for him around the house. You were loud on purpose. You knew he hated that.

He could believe what you got because he was right there with you! He would have sent a guard to watch you but who knows where youd run off to. At least when you guys are married you wouldn't be able to run so easily.

The second he got in the house he speed walked into his office. It seemed to be his only safe spot from you because you knew you weren't allowed in there. Sometimes you didn't listen but he'd push you out.

He couldn't handle another "what I got for my wedding haul". He swore you were doing this on purpose, how do you go from refusing to get married to being overjoyed in just a few days. You did this every day and he felt like he was about to start throwing things. He didn't know having someone like you would be this hard.

You were like a thorn lodged so deep into the skin. You weren't sweet, submissive, or soft-spoken. You were barbed wire, all teeth and charm.

The last girl had cried when he raised his voice. She was more quiet, scared, and did everything he asked of her

You? You stared him dead in the eye and said, "Try that again, I dare you."

Every time you entered a room it's as if the dark and calm atmosphere vanished and transformed into bright blinding happiness with a lightning storm on the side. He wasn't used to this type of thing. He just slept with woman and threw them out right after. At least that was his ways of doing things before his cousin put a stop to it.

He never thought about marriage until two years ago because his cousin talked him into this.

"Yuta, this business is all about family. About caring for one another and helping each other out. You're too harsh on our people. You don't even consider them family, it always more like "your property" Gojo holds a cigar in his finger as he admired the fat object. He sat in his abnormally big office with a huge grin on his face. He never failed to wear it no matter the situation.

"I'm just not a family type of guy." Yuta leans back into the chair he sat in.

Gojo has been nagging him about the same thing over and over. All of this because Yuta always decides to resolve situations with violence instead of terms. His cousin swears up and down that getting a woman would soften him up more and if he got kids it would be even better.

So he sent him down south to a middle class area. He gave him the address to a church so he could find himself a good girl with morals and values.

Unfortunately it seems like he got a girl with too strong of morals, values and a snarky attitude.

You were in the kitchen again—barefoot, unbothered, and wearing that tight little dress with the slit too high and the neckline too low.

He's been around women a good amount of times but seeing you walk around in your tiny tight clothes made him feel a type of way and you knew it.

He found himself turning around to avoid looking at you so he could control himself. He just wanted to rip that dress off and have his way with you. He wanted you under him so he could see if that smile you always wore would fall off. Fuck, why was he acting like this ? He's slept around with a dozen girls so why were you so different? What made him want you this bad when he basically already had you? Was is because you were playing hard to get? Because he was restricted to only look at you?

"Guests are coming," he said flatly. "Change."

You didn't even turn. "No."

"No?"

"You heard me."

He didn't speak, but you felt the tension spike like static in the air.

"I said"

"You don't say," you cut in, turning to face him with a sweet smile. "You order. There's a difference."

His eye twitched. You saw it. Savored it.

"Upstairs. Now."

You raised your brow. "Make me."

That made him pause. Just for a second. Long enough for you to walk past him, purposefully slow, your shoulder brushing his chest like a silent dare. And damn it, you could feel him watching you as you went.

Letting a heavy sigh out he stands up to leave. How do normal people do this? How does his cousin get with so many girls if they all act somewhat like this?

Maybe asking for advice wouldn't hurt but his ego would be torn. Would he rather get help from his lovely friend Hakari who will most likely make fun of him? Or should he just learn how to deal with you.

Grabbing the phone he drags the rotary dial to the numbers. He waited a few minutes as it rang, immediately being connected his his friend.

"Hello?" Hakari speaks.

"Come over for dinner, also bring Kirara."

"What? Is there an emergency?!" He ask concerned.

"No, but I need to drink and I can't even leave the house unless it's an emergency. I just can't be alone right now with her." Yuta says before hanging up.

He needed to talk to Hakari about the recent negotiations with the police. They've been acting a bit weird lately. It might be time to give them a new bribe. The only reason they been able to get away with lots of things was because they were in good terms with the police. They couldn't just let their relationship collapse like that. Maybe it was time to work the the Zenin too. They had a huge influence with the police and own half of the station somehow. The Gojo family was in tight cahoots with them because of past situations. They might have to put differences aside if Satoru wanted this mission to get done.

Hakari got here in no time. He arrived in a casual suite and his lovely significant other in a casual dress.

"Thanks for coming," you chirped, greeting them at the door like the perfect hostess. You even kissed Kirara on the cheek and offered wine.

"You're always this nice?" Hakari asked.

"Only when I'm about to cause a problem," you replied with a grin.

Yuta wanted to bend you over and spank that attitude out of you.

Letting them inside he grabbed Hakari by the arm pulling him back. He needed to talk to him before dinner.

"We need to have a serious discussion about Heart." Yuta whispered in his ear.

Hakari rolled his eyes and waved Kirara off.

"Can it be after dinner? I can already smell the food from here and I'm starving." Hakari said with a long face.

Yuta glares at him for saying such a thing. He nodded him to the direction of his office. With a loud sigh Hakari began walking towards the double door. He wasn't much of a thinker but he knew how to get the job done. If you ever need to get on someone, always bet on him.

"Boys arnt you guys going to eat?! The food is going to get cold!" You say stopping them from taking a further step.

Hakari turn around with a smile on his face.

"Of course Ms-"

"Darling we're kind of in the middle of something. How about later?" Yuta tried to shoo you away.

You stood by the entrance of the dinning room with your arms crossed. "Absolutely not Yu, Hakari is it? You must be hungry. Come on and eat I made such a delicious roasted chicken."

"Sorry Okkotsu but I won't deny the your soon to be bride." Hakari laughed as he walked into the other room.

Yutas left eye twitched in what he didn't know was anger or annoyance. He dragged his hand down his face before walking into the dinning room. As he entered he could see that the guest had made them selfs comfortable. Their eyes glued to all the dishes you were setting down. The chicken, bread, corn, mashed potatoes, and more. Ever since you got here you liked to spend most of your time cooking. You liked to try new recipes and make them all at once.

Yuta sat down at his usual seat and watched you serve his food for him. He couldn't lie your cooking was so good. Sometimes when you irritate him really badly you'll serve him dessert and his mood would change entirely.

Putting his plate infront of him you serve everyone else and finally take your seat. Yuta watched as Hakari grabbed his fork and was about to dig in.

Yuta gave him a harsh kick in the shin making his friend drop his fork back down. He did this for revenge and because he knew what you were about to do.

"Alright guys let's give grace!" You say as you hold your hands out.

Kirara gladly accepts your hands and gets ahold of Hakari. Yuta hesitate but grabbed Hakaris because why I'm the world would he want to hold his hand.

"Alright Yu it's your turn." You say smiling at him.

"Lord god, heavily father, bless us and these thy gifts-" when Yuta finished he quickly lets go of Hakari's hand. Though he planted a kiss on yours and thanked you for making such a wonderful meal for everyone.

As everyone ate Yutas temper seemed to have vanished. Maybe he was just hungry and needed to eat a bit. Everytime he took a bite of his food he was reminded why he hasn't gotten rid of you yet.

When everyone was done Yuta excuses himself and dragged Hakari into his office. He made sure the door was shut before grabbing two glass cups and a bottle of whiskey.

Setting them down In front of Hakari, he took his seat and rested his elbows on the desk.

"You know about the Heart situation, it's getting more dangerous as we speak." Yuta says.

"Ever since he's been all friendly with the mayor things have gotten harder for us to transport. Iv gotten reports about him being in my territory. Not only that but he's been in yours multiple times." Yuta continues. "Why do you think he's snooping around?"

"It's kind of obvious he's going to rob some of our production. Wait why don't I know anything about him being in my area?" Hakari raises his brow.

If Yuta had to differentiate the two groups he would simply put it on the perspective of professionalism. Hakari was more in the underground side of the mafia. He hired hooligans and people with bad reputation. He didn't care much about getting caught because nobody knows how he looks. Not even his own men know unless they were his right side but that would have to be Kirara.

Yuta on the other hand was the face of the organization. Also he had a role in the Gojo franchise. He had to keep his image clean but be good at his job at the same time. His people were made up of big politicians, lawyers, and anyone who owed the company even a penny. All they had to do was sign a contract saying that they'll be given what they want but in return they will need to present their loyalty to them.

"Maybe you need to keep your men in check. Do you know how many things slip under your radar? You need to keep an eye out or we'll be fucked. What's going to happen when you're dead? Who's going to run your group? You don't even have a heir for down the line." Yuta says trying to help his friend open his eyes.

"You don't have one either! Trust me I have this all under control. Hey let's just invite Don' Zenin to your wedding. Let's shape a good friendship with him." Hakari takes the top off the glass bottle.

"I'm getting married to have a heir and because Saturo told me to get one. Also don't let that name slip out if your mouth again. He doesn't go by Zenin, it's Don Fushiguro." Yuta watches as Hakari pours an even amount of liquid into both glasses.

"Your stressing too much man, I know your nervous about your wedding. You'll do great trust me. Speaking of it seems you have found someone who won't back down easily." Hakari snickers.

She's a fucking headache," he said. "She thinks this is a game. I'll break her eventually."

Hakari raised a brow. "She looks like she'd bite back."

Yuta's expression darkened. "Then I'll enjoy taming her. Nothing a little teaching and discipline can't do. I'll have her acting like she should be in no time. The only reason I'm letting it slide for now is so she'll have no problem getting married."

The phone starting ringing making them both turn towards that direction. Picking up the phone Yuta waits for them to speak first.

"Hello? Is the Yuta Okkotsu?" A woman spoke.

"Yes, who is this?" Yuta shrugs at Hakari who was trying to listen in.

"I need a favor from you and was wondering if I could make an appointment with you?" She said.

"Why of course you can, how about tomorrow morning."

"No I need to do it now please, I don't know if I'll be able to make it tomorrow." Her voice cracked at the end.

"Yea come on over, my address is-"

Hakari sat in the chair with his arms folded. "Wasn't this supposed to be a guys night? We're talking about business here. You need to keep ya clients in check, they're walking over you."

Yuta put the phone down and took a sip of his drink. He could feel it running down his throat. "Don't tell me how to run my business. Get your gun ready."

Usually the ones that run in late come looking for trouble. Last time someone tried to ambush him but luckily his men were on stand by. Tonight he was on his own with Hakari.

The house would usually be buzzing. People

running in and out and guards would be posted up. They had to go away for the time being. The second the wedding was over they would be back in business. He saw how you acted when he had his men in the back of the car, couldn't have that again.

Walking out the office Hakari pulled Kirara to the side and whispered into their ear. She gave him a firm nod and ran to grab you from the living room. From the looks of it you seemed to be showing her the wedding plans.

"Girls why don't you go upstairs in the room. I'll bring you some tea and ..." he turns to look at Hakari who looks at him confused. "Some pastries?"

"Oh Yu that would be wonderful!" You look at him with thoes big doe eyes.

Yuta smiled as you and Kirara walked upstairs. He waited till he saw you guys shut the door to drop the act. Walking to a table that held a big vase he reached his hand under it and pulled a gun out. Hakari pulled his out from his fat coat and loaded it up. The both of them sat in the living room watching the time go by until there was a nock at the door.

Hakari informed Yuta that he made sure Kirara would keep you out of sight no matter what. That lifted some sort of pressure he had on his chest.

The both of them walked to the door and opened it. Outside stood a petite woman with blonde hair in a bob. Her green eyes glistened with tears and her pink lips quivered. Yuta couldn't believe his eyes, the person who stood in front of them was no other than Ms.Heart.

This had to be done sick joke. Pulling his gun up he aimed it at her head. He wasn't a fool to fall for something like this. Hakari jumped seeing Yutas action. Usually men would hesitate to kill a woman but Yuta was different.

The woman back up slowly trying to avoid the gun. "Please Don Yuta listen to me, I have an urgent request." She said with a pleading look.

Yuta looked at her dead in the eye, trying to make sure this woman wasn't deceiving him. When he had finished evaluating her he put him gun down and let her into her office. Hakari followed along pretending to be one of Yutas workers.

"How may I help you tonight." Yuta said dryly.

"I need you to kill my husband." She said immediately.

If Yuta were drinking he would have spat everything out. That was such a wild request especially coming from his wife. He was confused on why she would want that if she lived such a perfect life because of him. He had so many questions running through his mind but kept his cool.

"Why is that?"

"He's a stone cold murderer. Don I just connected the dots to everything. I know who he really is, I know who you are. You guys arnt just ordinary business men, you guys are people who kill for what they want."

Hakari looked nervous. He could see his forehead beginning to damp. If this is how she reacted about the truth then how were you going to react?

"Okay but I don't understand why you want to set a hit on Hearts."

"Last night I overheard him talking in a meeting. He killed my family because my father didn't want me to be with him. I thought they got into a freak accident! I also overheard his plans and he's up to no good Don." She said as she started to breath heavily.

"Yuta he's going to come for you. On your wedding day he's going t-"

With a blink of the eye she went from talking to having a bullet in the middle of her head. Her jaw went slack as her body became limp. Yuta snapped his head towards Hakari who had his hands up.

"It wasn't me man, look." Hakari pointed at the window that now had a hole in it.

Yuta ran his hand through his hair. This was starting to get too exhausting.

Just when he was about to find out everything but at least he knew were to start.

"Get the girls."

Grabbing the phone he dialed a number. It rung once, twice, three times until someone picked up the phone.

"Father, I hate asking for favors but you need to move the date to this week."

It didn't take him much convincing to get everything in line. He then called a group of men by to clean up this mess. He needed to dispose of this body quickly without you seeing but he also needed you near by.

Someone had just easily shot a bullet into his house. He had to keep you by his side no matter what.

Walking out he finds you sitting in the living room with a concerned look.

"What the hell was that? Did you hear that loud gun shot?" You said standing up.

He quickly approached you and sat you right back down. He rubbed you back trying to ease you. "It's okay, it was just near by." He whispers.

It was absolutely not fine. It was embarrassing knowing that a fool could get so close to his property to do that. That means that people always had the opportunity to kill him in one shot. He would have to build a concrete wall rather than the bar gate he had.

Maybe some more plants so they could cover the house a bit. More guards on stand by to keep watch.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep on my own tonight. Do you think you can sleep with me?" You say squeezing his right arm.

"What happened to keeping those values." Yuta looks at you.

"Fine get out then." You cross your arms.

Maybe this situation was not so bad after all...

He had sent you to help prepare the guest bedroom as he hid his gun back in its spot.

After Yuta went upstairs to find you laying in bed already. A genuine smile spread across his face when he saw you laying there with an empty spot for him.

If people would have witnessed this they would have thought he was happy because of you, but he would say it was because he finally got to sleep in his bed again.