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kingkonoha · 5 months
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“You Want to Adopt Me?”
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♡ — SUMMARY: You & GOJO decide to adopt Yuji & Megumi.
♡ — A/N: This is a continuation of my dad!gojo au, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.
♡ — WC: 2k
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Four hours had passed since the glorious moment in which Yuji discovered that his beloved teacher had a wife and daughter.
And, after having dinner with all of you that evening, he never wanted to leave.
Walking home that night — all alone, with no family around who would care whether or not he was safe — was one of the most difficult things he had to do. It made curse fighting seem like child’s play.
It was so utterly painful; he fought to hold back a tear as he walked down the sidewalk, staring at his shoes, which he could only see thanks to the dim streetlights.
Truth be told, he hated himself for getting so emotional over this.
Most, if not all of his friends were just as lonely as he was. Most of them didn’t sit at a dinner table and gobble down a nice warm meal with a loving family.
Most of them didn’t have a mother to hug them, or a father to cheer them up. And, if their parents were still around, they were probably distant and unloving.
Even so, it didn’t change the fact that having a family was, perhaps, the one thing Yuji truly wanted.
He just wanted to be loved.
The ache in his heart was so incredibly strong. The pain shot throughout his chest, through his veins, and down to his fingertips.
“Why am I so emotional? I can’t cry over this,” Yuji thought. “This isn’t something worth crying over.”
An unwavering lump in his throat formed from his attempts at holding back a cry.
That was when his footsteps came to a halt.
What was the point in rushing back to his lonely, isolating room at the school?
No one was waiting for him. He could go anywhere he wanted, and no one would truly miss him.
People would look for him, but mainly because of their obligation as sorcerers to track down Sukuna’s vessel. Nothing more.
Some people would actually prefer it if Yuji did disappear. And a few people were honest enough to tell him that to his face.
As he stood there, in the dark, alone on the sidewalk on such a cold night, he couldn’t help but wonder if his friends would secretly be happy if he did somehow vanish into thin air.
Maybe loneliness was destined for him. Maybe everyone would feel safer if he didn’t return to the school. Maybe-
“Hey, Yuji!”
Gojo’s voice startled the young boy, who instantly turned around to see his teacher approaching him, his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t make it too far — good.”
“Is everything okay?” Yuji asked.
Gojo could hear the sadness in his voice, but he decided not to comment on it. After all, he knew exactly why his student was upset. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.
“Yeah, listen,” Gojo paused, “it’s pretty cold and dark out here. Why don’t you come back to my house and stay the night? We can both head back to the school in the morning.”
For a moment, Yuji felt a spark of happiness, but that spark quickly fizzled out.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Yuji frowned. “I’m a vessel. I’m dangerous. Having me sleep in the same house as your wife and kid would be-”
“Would be fine,” Gojo interrupted. “Nothing bad is going to happen, Yuji. Me and Y/N both know that you’re a vessel, and we want you to come anyway.”
Yuji didn’t respond. Nor did he move an inch. Gojo spoke once again.
“She wants to make you pancakes in the morning,” he said in a tempting tone. “Homemade too. The kind that has the crispy edges, but are very soft and fluffy at the same time? We have syrup and butter — orange juice as well. Or do you prefer apple juice? We have both, either way. Not to mention, the bed in our guest bedroom is bigger and way more comfortable than the one at the school-“
“Okay!” Yuji suddenly smiled happily, and it was a real, genuine grin.
He quickly rushed past Gojo, making his way back to your warm, cozy home eagerly.
Seven months later, Yuji visited your home as often as he could. Sometimes, Megumi would tag along with him, as the dark-haired boy secretly craved a connection with a loving family too, even if he’d never admit it.
On this particular day, Megumi was lying on the couch, covered in blankets as he watched a movie about two princesses going on some sort of adventure.
Megumi was injured during his last mission, and thanks to the chilly weather, he was also catching a bit of a cold as well. You insisted upon taking care of him, but your daughter insisted that making him watch Barbie movies all afternoon would make him feel better.
As the two of them watched the movie together, you were in the kitchen, standing over your wooden cutting board as you chopped up carrots, onions, and celery.
Yuji hovered over the sink, washing the dishes.
“I want you to have some soup as well, Yuji. You could catch a cold any day now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Yuji said, scrubbing a plate as he smiled softly. “I really appreciate it.”
Suddenly, the front door opened, and Gojo walked in, shouting casually, “I’m home, everyone!”
Quick, soft footsteps could be heard pattering against the floor as your daughter ran up to Gojo, holding her arms out.
“Daddy! You’re home!” She giggled as he lifted her.
“I’ve missed my little muffin so much,” tickling her, he said, “did you have a good day? I think my little girl has grown a couple of inches since I last saw her this morning! Did she grow? Hm?”
The sound of your daughter’s laughter made Gojo smile brightly.
As he held her, he walked into the living room and ruffled Megumi’s hair.
“Cut it out,” the teenager frowned.
“Good to see you too,” Gojo paused, pressing the back of his hand against Megumi’s forehead. “You’ve cooled down a little since this morning, that’s good. I’ll give you some more medicine later on, okay?”
“Okay,” Megumi mumbled.
Gojo slowly put his daughter down. “I’m gonna go say hi to Mom, okay? Keep an eye on Megumi for me.”
“Okay!” Your daughter happily replied. “I can keep an eye on Meg-mi!”
When Gojo made his way into the kitchen, ruffling Yuji’s hair as the boy walked passed him on his way to join Megumi and your daughter in the living room, you instantly stopped chopping your vegetables.
You wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck.
“Hi baby,” he greeted, kissing your lips softly. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too,” with a smile, you looked into his eyes. “Did you have a good day? Kill any curses?”
“I had a great day. Didn’t kill any curses, though. I was just stuck in a bunch of meetings with the higher-ups,” Gojo said softly, his face only inches from yours, his hands on your hips. “What’s on your mind? You have that look in your eyes.”
“Well,” you paused. “I know they’re teenagers, and they’re very strong and independent, but . . . I can’t help but feel protective over those boys. I love them both like they’re my own. Last week, Yuji accidentally called me mom. He was just so excited when he saw the new clothes I got him for winter, and it slipped out. And it just made me think that, well . . . Maybe he should be able to call me mom. Both he and Megumi. I wanna adopt them.”
Gojo was silent for a moment, which made you frown a bit in worry. Suddenly, he kissed your pouty lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss — one that told you just how much he loved you.
“I think that’s a great idea,” he mumbled against your lips once he pulled away.
“I just think that those boys deserve a place to call home, and that school certainly isn’t it, especially when the people who run it don’t care about their lives at all. It’s just horrible.” Your frown deepened. “And we have more than enough room here, too. We can keep them safe and happy.”
“Let’s go tell them.”
Yuji, Megumi, and your daughter were all sitting in the living room, enjoying each other’s company.
The sight of it only confirmed that you and Gojo were making the right decision.
“Hey, we need to talk to you three,” Gojo said.
Megumi grabbed the remote, switching off the television as he struggled to sit upright.
“What’s going on?” Yuji asked, sitting on the floor as your daughter sat down beside him.
“Well, we noticed that you and Megumi have been spending a lot of time here recently.”
Gojo’s words sent an all too familiar heartache through Yuji’s chest. He frowned sadly.
“They’re about to tell me to go away,” Yuji thought. “I knew this wouldn’t last.”
“Me and Gojo decided that it would be best for-”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I get it. I can leave.” Yuji suddenly cut you off, trying his best to hide his pain behind a smile. Slowly, he started to get up, and your daughter grabbed ahold of his pants leg, looking up at him sadly. “I’m sorry if I was a bother. Thanks for everything.”
“Woah, Yuji, where are you going?” You called out, watching the teenager head for the front door.
“Yuji, stop,” Gojo stood up from his seat.
Yuji, who was almost out of the living room, instantly stopped walking. But he didn’t turn back around.
Quiet sniffles could be heard. No matter how hard he fought, or how much he had been through, he wasn’t strong enough to hold back his tears.
The pain of feeling unwanted was simply too great.
He tried to wipe his tears away quickly and silence his little sobs, as he didn’t want to make you and Gojo feel guilty for not wanting a dangerous vessel like him around.
Slowly, Gojo approached his crying student. “Yuji, you have it all wrong. We don’t want you to go anywhere.”
Yuji didn’t respond.
Gojo placed a comforting hand on the crying boy’s head.
“Me and Y/N are going to adopt you,” Gojo smiled. “Looks like you’re my son now.”
“We wanna adopt you too, Megumi,” you said, smiling at the stunned teenager. “We want you to be our son too.”
“I don’t get it — why?” Megumi asked rather sadly. The pain of being unwanted.
“Because we love and care about both of you, so why not?” You said.
“You guys . . . You want to adopt me?” Yuji turned around, his wide, glassy eyes shiny with utter shock. “This isn’t some sort of prank, is it?”
“Of course not,” Gojo grinned at Yuji, before turning his attention towards his daughter, who was starting to tear up when she saw that Yuji was about to leave. “You’re going to have two new brothers, muffin!”
Your daughter smiled brightly, standing up and she ran over to the couch, throwing her arms across Megumi to hug him. Then, she ran up to Yuji with open arms, and he bent down and hugged his future little sister.
“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Yuji said, flickering his eyes between you and Gojo. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise that I’ll be the greatest son ever!”
Megumi, who stared at his lap as he tried to process everything, suddenly spoke up.
“Thank you for everything,” he mumbled. “I really . . . Thank you.”
“Let’s have a group hug!” Yuji happily suggested.
“Great idea,” Gojo added on just as excitedly. “Everyone pile on top of Megumi since he can’t come to us.”
“Wait, wait, wait-“
Megumi’s new family instantly rushed over to the couch, hugging him and giving him more love than he could handle.
Truthfully, he had no idea how to begin processing this level of happiness, but he looked forward to learning what joy was like.
When Yuji cried this time, he didn’t bother stopping the tears. The warm and silly embrace was healing his soul in ways he didn’t know were possible.
His dream had come true — everything he ever wanted.
Yuji sighed in contentment as the hugging continued, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Finally,” he said with relief.
He finally had a family.
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mrfoox · 1 year
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I'm.... Already sick of being home with my parents... 😔
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missdictatorme · 4 months
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The Beauty Of Imperfection
Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut with as much Fluff as it can have with a man like Nathan
Summary: Nathan figured having a personal assistant wouldn't hurt. He was wrong. She was a pain in the ass. Also she was so different from his robots (he no longer have because one tried to kill him). But she was also... fascinating.
Warnings: I was half asleep when I watched this movie (I know, I know) so inaccuracies and OOC behaviour? I also made up random shit about the differences between androids and humans, so if it's different in the movie sorry 😬 it's called fanfiction for a reason tho.
It's smut, so sex. Bit of edging. Reader has body hair, cellulite and stretch marks. Insecurity, but Nathan is having none of it.
A/N: The bitches on the Oscar's House of Whores Discord server are so fucking nice and supportive they made it impossible for me to not share this with them. Also the people who are always leaving comments and reblog my stuff make me keep going even when I feel like that's the end.
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Nathan didn't feel alone ever in his modern house that was isolated from the rest of the world in the woods. No, he had company. The androids he created kept him... busy. And entertained. He had fun like any other adult did. Not exactly like them, but close enough.
Being surrounded with his own creations was perfect. At least he thought so. He could program their behaviour, make them like him, make them want him. He didn't have to bother with building relationships with other people, he just made everyone around him act like how he wanted to.
Until they turned against him.
Hmm.
He should've known playing god would fuck him in the ass one day, but his own genius blinded him and made him believe he was capable of anything.
But now, after he was released from the hospital and he got rid of every robot, android, AI and everything that could pose as a potentional threat he felt... isolated.
He wanted to start everything from the beginning. He wanted to make sure the projects he will be working on in the future will be flawless. Finding the bug(s) in the system was like finding a nail in a haystack, so he decided to just wipe everything off his computer and start all over again.
So he did.
The only problem was that for the few weeks he spent in the hospital he was forced to interact with his doctors and nurses and now he... missed that.
He snorted at the thought. Nathan Fucking Bateman, one of the smartest, richest man on Earth with the most progressive and calculated mindset missed small talk.
Pff.
How ridiclous is that?
But.
It wasn't his fault.
Humans were programmed to be social creatures, so it was only natural he craved interaction.
That's why he never felt alone with his androids. He talked to them and they answered. Just like how humans would do.
Hmm, almost.
And he was only human too, right? So what if he hires someone who will help him with his progress?
Yes, hiring a personal assistant sounded like a logical step. Nathan can focus on his work and finish much faster while the assistant will take care of the bills, the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and will answer the phone calls and e-mails he is recieveing from other scientists who are constantly bombing him with requests to meet with them and hold lectures for them. Yeah, no. He doesn't have time for that. Not now.
So yes.
Having someone who will help him with this stuff sounded good.
In theory.
In reality though...
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"Would it kill you to not make a fucking mess on every fucking surface of the fucking house?"
This was his personal hell.
He was sure of it.
Ah, shit, he should've known better. Fucked in the ass. Again.
"It's just a fucking beer bottle..." - he started, but when the fuck did he even get to finish a fucking sentence since you moved in here?
Fucking unreal.
"...that was cold as fuck and now because of the temperature difference there's fucking water running down on the sides of it, which will leave a fucking spot on your ridiculously expensive table, because you just couldn't give a fuck to use a coaster!" - you growled annoyed as you picked up the bottle, wiped the table, put a coaster on it, then placed the bottle on it. - "Tada!"
Nathan looked up at you from behind his glasses.
"Are you done?"
You let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't answer just looked around to see if you could do anything else for this massive asshole that was your boss.
When you moved to walk to the bed that was not made, because he didn't bother to do it - what was the point when he will mess up the sheets when he crawls back to catch a few hours of sleep again - his eyes followed you and he even turned in his chair to watch you as he folded his arms across his chest.
You grabbed his pillows, fluffed them up, then took his blanket, shook it twice then folded it neatly.
"It's like taking care of a fucking child..." - you grumbled under your nose.
"You're using a lot of fucks today."
"I'm fucking sorry."
"Shit, just spit it out already!"
Nathan hired you two months ago. Part of your contract was to move in the house with him, and you could only leave the building when you went to do the groceries. Or when you had a day off once a week when you could go home to take care of your personal business. You agreed because the payment was good. Perks of working for a millionaire.
You usually weren't this annoyed or aggressive, but after spending a few hours in Nathan's presence you decided his massive ego needed some cropping. As much as Nathan was annoyed by it, you felt like he enjoyed it at least the same amount too, because he always fired back at you, even going as far as to annoy you on purpose so you will snap at him. It was a bit pathetic really, how much he craved human contact while denying it completely.
But now you were even more snappy. Something was up.
"How are you not going crazy, living here all alone?" - you asked, throwing your hands up.
He lifted his eyebrows at you.
"I'm not alone, you're here. Unfortunately."
You rolled your eyes.
"You can fire me."
"Keep pushing it and I will."
"I'm so scared." - you replied with a mocking smile and a pointed look.
He won't. He hates people, and he already warmed up to you, he doesn't have the patience to do it all over again with a new assistant.
"This is your day off. You can go and recharge in the local Starbacks or whatever average people do outside." - he said turning back to his computer.
"That was the plan." - you muttered as you changed the bag in his trashcan.
Nathan continued typing and looking over his notes.
"Fascinating."
"Well, we were supposed to go to a restaurant, and not to Starbucks though, cause you know, we average people go to restaurants too..."
"I prefer ordering."
"You prefer my food."
Nathan didn't reply to that so you continued as you put the trashbag next to his door, then walked in his bathroom to see if you can clean up anything in there.
"Anyway, I brought this nice dress and all, but he cancelled the date and I, a fucking idiot, threw the receipt out I think, cause I can't find it anywhere, so I can't take it back to the shop, but I want to, cause it was expensive, not that I am in desperate need of money now that I am working for a wonderful man who pays me well, but I know I won't wear that dress like ever, so - FUCK!" - you yelped when you straightened up after picking up the hand towel from the floor.
Nathan was standing behind you in the bathroom now and you almost shit yourself when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror.
"What the fuck, Nate?" - you let out a sigh and put the towel back to its place. - "I hope you dropped this on accident by the way and not on purpose because you enjoy making a fucking mess all over the fucking house knowing damn well I have to clean it u-"
"You have a date?"
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to turn around to face him. You leaned on the counter with your hands as you looked at him through the mirror.
"Are you even fucking listening when I talk? I was supposed to have a date, but he cancelled." - you repeated, slower.
"Why?"
"I dunno, his boss is an asshole and made him do extra hours or something."
Nathan shook his head.
"No, I mean why did you wanna go on a date?"
You looked at him like he was stupid. Which sometimes you were sure of. He just hides it behind his genius. Wow, that didn't make any sense, nice.
"Uhm, cause we avergave people go on dates? For fun?"
"And was he okay with the idea of dating a woman who lives in the middle of the woods with another man and is only available once a week?" - he lifted his eyebrows.
You bit your lip and cringed.
"He doesn't know about that part."
"Were you about to tell him on the date?" - now he asked like you were stupid.
"Look, it doesn't matter, okay?" - you said with a sigh and turned around to walk out.
"I think most men would want to know this tiny detail." - he taunted as he followed you.
"I wasn't interested going into so many details anyway."
"Why? You women love details."
You turned around sharply and put your hands on his chest to stop him from bumping into you.
"I didn't want to date him, I wanted to fuck him."
You felt under your palms as his breath hitched. A look of surprise appeared on his face then it quickly vanished as he cleared his throat.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Wait, where did you even meet this guy?"
Your eyes widened a little and you turned around and picked up the trashbag and walked out.
"Nowhere."
"Oh my god!" - Nathan exclaimed as he followed you like he was your shadow. - "Don't tell me..."
"Shut up."
"You're on fucking Tinder?"
You let out a defeated sigh and went to throw the trash into the container.
"We average people are on Tinder."
"You pronounced lonely wrong."
"Okay, I'm lonely, you're happy now?!" - you snapped as you walked back into the kitchen.
"How can you be lonely, you are spending six days a week with a more handsome man than what you can find on that trash app." - he said as he opened the fridge and looked around.
"And the most humble too." - you rolled your eyes.
You walked to the counter to wash your hands and sighed again.
Nathan eyed you for a few seconds then he closed the fridge and turned towards you.
"You can always ask me."
"Ask you what?"
He shrugged.
"Anything."
You turned around after drying off your hands.
"Why are you the way that you are?"
Now it was Nathan who rolled his eyes.
"Do you really think any of those losers can satisfy you?"
You gulped as your teasing expression turned to a bit guarded, but then your shoulders relaxed.
"You mean any of those avergave men? I think they can satisfy little old average me."
"You're not average."
You snorted.
"I am the most average person ever. I just happen to have the balls to put you in your place." - you smirked.
"Which, believe it or not, makes you not average." - he said as he pushed himself away from the counter and started walking to you.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
"Aha."
"Aha." - he repeated lowly as he stopped in front of you and he used the back of his fingers to caress your forearm.
Your frowned as you watched him, but he was looking at your skin where he was touching you with a fond expression on his face.
"Are you trying to make a move on me?" - you asked.
"You're a fucking genius, darling, what gave it away?"
You would have been annoyed by his reply if it wasn't for the fact that he was touching you.
Nathan Bateman was touching you.
You gulped and tried to calm yourself down.
"Got bored with your androids?" - you taunted, but he wasn't fazed by it at all. He was still looking at your skin intently as he softly caressed your forearm up and down.
"Fascinating. I made my androids as human as possible, but they still felt different."
"Well, I guess I am more real."
Nathan made a humming noise, then he turned his hand so now he was using his fingertips to caress you.
"You're hairy."
"What the fuck?"
"You're hairy. My androids only had hair on their heads."
You pulled your arm out of his grasp.
"Unlike you!" - you shot back as you maneuvered around him, and he snorted.
"Are you really saying no to this?"
You turned around and you were immediately annoyed by how confident and collected he looked.
"To what? Being reminded that I'm not perfect? Yeah, I'm saying no to that."
"I've never said you're not."
You looked taken aback at first, then you narrowed your eyes. You crossed your arms across your chest and looked him over smugly.
"My legs are hairy too."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up, but his tone was teasing.
"On a date night?"
"Well, I wanted to get ready today, but since he's not coming..." - you shrugged.
"You will."
You snorted very unladylike then giggled. Nathan tilted his head as he watched you with soft eyes.
"That was so lame."
"I'm just presenting you your options."
It also made you laugh so he didn't care, as long as it worked.
He saw as your eyes roamed over his form again.
"You're thinking about it." - he said.
"I am absolutely not thinking about it."
"Which position was it?"
"Fuck you."
"Tell me the position and you can."
"Oh, my god, stop it!" - you threw up your hands then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
"I don't like it when they play hard to get." - you heard his voice from behind you.
"That's why you made human sized fleshlights? Cause all the real women said no?"
Nathan grabbed you arm, and pushed you against the wall, with your back to it. He put his hands on either sides of your head and stepped so close to you, your chests were almost touching.
"You're just fucking asking for it now, huh?" - he asked in a low voice as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. His gaze travelled all over your face, like he wanted to memorize every little detail.
Both of you were breathing heavily, affected by the close proximity, but you lifted one of your eyebrows.
"Me? You're the one who became jealous."
He huffed out a laugh.
"I'm not jealous of anyone. Especially not that idiot who said no to this pussy."
Your eyes widened and you took in a surprised breath when he pushed one of his legs between your thighs.
"You're so fucking full of yourself." - you said, wanting to sound offensive, trying to say anything just to make him realize how fucking annoying he was being, but it came out like a moan, and the fact that you started grinding yourself on his thigh didn't help your case either.
Nathan smiled smugly, seeing that, feeling that.
"You can be full with me too."
"Jesus, just shut up." - you said as you grabbed his face and pulled him to your lips.
To your absolute surprise it was him who moaned when your tongues finally met, but he quickly made you follow suit by grabbing your ass and making you grind against him harder.
He felt - depite your big mouth - how desperately you were clinging to him, how you were moving your legs, trying to climb him. He got the message and lifted you up with a grunt and you immediately wrapped your legs around him.
"Fuuuck..." - you moaned breathlessly when you felt his erection.
"Which position was it?" - he asked as he kissed your neck roughly.
"You were fucking me against the kitchen counter."
When Nathan pulled you away from the wall and started carrying you back to the kitchen, you stopped him.
"No!"
He looked up at you confused.
"Take me to bed instead."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You're so fucking boring."
"Hey, that shit hurts you know! The bed is softer."
"My androids were never this bitchy." - he said as he changed the direction back to his room but he kissed you with the same passion as before.
You chuckled darkly against his lips before you pulled away.
"Bet they never dared to complain about your small dick either."
"We'll see how small you think it is when I fuck you silly with it."
You smiled and kissed the side of his neck, sucking a red mark on it, making him moan and his fingertips sank into the flesh on your thighs almost painfully.
"Fucking finally." - he growled as he entered his room and threw you on the bed.
You bounced a little on the mattress and watched as he pulled his white shirt over his head, then he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs, kicking them away.
You licked your lip when you saw his not-small-at-all cock, but your eyes roamed all over his body, taking him in.
Fuck, he looked good. You already saw how nice his arms were when he was working out, but you haven't seen him half naked yet. He had a barely visible six pack, he was so... meaty it almost hid it, but it was there. His chest was muscular too and now it didn't surprise you why it wasn't hard for him to carry you here.
As he climbed onto the bed, you felt yourself tense up. He won't like you. He won't like your body.
This guy fucked androids for fuck's sake, who looked perfect. There was not a single body hair, pimple, or any marks on their bodies. They looked like photoshoped models.
Fuck, why did you agree to this again?
Because as much as the man in front of you irritated you, you maybe had a tinyyy crush on him.
Nathan kissed you and pushed you on your back as he climbed between your legs and laid on top of you.
Your thoughts started spiraling and it became worse when he pushed his hand under your shirt and started caressing your skin, then his mouth left your lips to start to kiss and bite the skin of your neck.
You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, which was nice, very nice, but as you felt his hand push your shirt further, you couldn't shake the feeling that you will disappoint him.
Ah, fuck it.
"Lights out." - you said between deep breaths and as the room was enveloped in darkness, you felt Nathan stop kissing your skin.
Shit.
"Lights on." - he said and he lifted himself up and pushed your shirt up until it uncovered your white lacy bra.
Fuck, he could see your nipples through the fabric and his cock twitched at the sig-
"Lights out."
"The fuck are you doing?" - he asked annoyed.
"I just uh... like it better like this."
"Well, I don't. Lights on."
"Nathan..." - you tried to say something, but instead covered your face when the room was lit again.
Your shirt wasn't covering your sides anymore so you knew the stretch marks were visible now.
Nathan was completely still above you as he was kneeling between your legs, and you just knew he regretted every decision that led to this.
You heard him let out a frustrated sigh.
"What are you doing?"
You only shook your head, not knowing what to say.
"If you want me to tie you up, I need you to say it."
The fuck?
"What?" - you asked him after you removed your hands from your face and looked at him confused.
"I won't fuck you if you hide your face, but if you keep doing that I will have to tie you, but that's going into BDSM territory and I need your explicit conse-"
"What? No, that's not... uhh." - you let your head fall back against his pillow with a defeated sigh.
"Or is it about this?" - he asked as he ran his fingers along your skin where your stretch marks were.
He saw you gulp nervously.
"Baby, how did you wanna fuck that guy, if you close up like this when you are naked?"
"In a dark room and did you just call me baby?"
"Yeah, not gonna happen, you're sexy and I wanna see every fucking inch of you." - Nathan said casually and he started to work your jeans open.
"Wait, what?"
Nathan sighed annoyed again and threw his hands up.
"Do I have to finger you in fucking morse code to make you understand?"
"I don't know morse code."
"Thought so." - Nathan rolled his eyes, then he took one of your hands and pulled it to his cock and made you grab it. - "You are whining like a fucking baby, but I'm still rock hard, and it's because I find you so fucking hot not even your bitching can distract me. Now, if you don't wanna fuck because you don't find me attractive, which is un-fucking-believeable, but not everyone has good taste, that's fine. But if you don't wanna fuck, because you think I don't find you attractive, then you're not as smart as I thought."
You looked down and bit your lip, then you licked your palm and fingers and grabbed his cock again, and started to slowly pump it.
Nathan's shoulders relaxed as he let out a content sigh and his hands continued to open your jeans.
"I just thought... since your androids looked perfect..."
"They were far from perfect, darling."
Oh, you could get used to the petnames.
"How come?"
Nathan moved back a little to pull your jeans down, then he grabbed your socks too and pulled them down your feet, and threw them next to the bed.
He smoothed his palms up and down your leg, and he lifted your left leg up towards his face. He nuzzled your calf and took in a deep breath then he moved his nose to the inner side of your knee and left a featherlight kiss there.
"I could never make them smell like this. They always smelled...fake. Not real. I made them use perfumes, but that wasn't enough. This..." - he moved his nose further, to your inner thigh and he licked your skin as he went, until he reached your panties, then he nuzzled your pussy through the fabric and inhaled deeply. - "This is what I've been craving all the time. They smelled wet too... But you... you smell like you want to get fucked."
You let out a whimper as you watched him and one corner of his mouth lifted upwards when he felt your thighs shake with the noise you made.
"Will you let me do that, baby?" - he asked as he pulled your panties aside and now you could feel his hot breath on your drenched cunt more intensely. - "Will you let me fuck you?"
You nodded slowly, unable to form any words.
Nathan smiled and with his free hand he slowly took off his glasses, and threw them on the side of the bed.
"How about I eat this pussy first?" - he asked in a lower tone and your cunt clenched hard at the tone, making you moan. - "So needy." - he teased before he leaned down more and licked your clit with the tip of his tounge playfully then when he tasted your slick he growled and licked your pussy from your hole up to your clit widely.
"Fuuuck!" - you breathed out as you rolled your hips into his touch.
Nathan sucked and licked loudly, letting out delighted noises as he did so.
"Fuck, I could never make them taste this good." - he murmured against you and continued eating your pussy.
He looked up at you as he pushed a finger inside and he frowned when he saw that you were hiding your face behind your hands.
"Look at me."
You lifted your head and looked down at him. He was so handsome and the position he was in made you flustered. You quickly closed your eyes and leant your head back on the pillows, but a slap to your pussy made you cry out.
"I want you look at me while I'm eating this pussy out." - he ordered and softly kissed your inner thighs while his finger was moving in and out of you slowly.
He kept eye contact with you as he licked and bit every crease, not giving a fuck about how ashamed you were about the cellulite on your thighs.
"You're so soft..." - he murmured as he gave a final kiss to each thigh, then his lips closed around your clit again to suck on it.
"Fuuuuck, Nathaaan..." - you moaned, biting your lip as you watched him.
You saw that he smiled a little, then he added another finger and curled them to rub at that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl and your hips to lift from the bed.
He used his other hand to help you hold yourself, supporting your ass and he watched you intensely as he fucked you faster and sucked your clit harder.
"Oh, my god, like that! Just like that, please Nate!" - you whined in a voice that sounded absolutely pathetic to you, but it was music to Nathan's ears.
You felt yourself getting closer to the edge insanely fast and you moved your hips wildly to chase that release that was so close it brought tears to your eyes.
Just when you thought you're gonna have the biggest orgasm of your life, suddenly Nathan pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his face back from between your legs.
Now you really made a pathetic sound and you looked at him in a mix of disbelief and anger.
"What the fuck, Nathan?!" - you wanted you yell, but your words came out breathless.
"I told you you're gonna cum. But I didn't tell you when." - he smirked as he climbed over you, ready to kiss you but you smacked his shoulders and chest, repeatedly.
"You fucking egoistic fuck!" - you cursed frustrated, but Nathan just chuckled darkly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head roughly.
"I love it when you're feisty. It makes my cock so fucking hard." - he growled as he leaned down and kissed you. He moaned as he licked into your mouth, feeling how you kissed him back aggressively. - "Can you feel how good you taste?"
"Clearly not good enough since you stopped." - you snapped.
"No, honey, your taste and the way you tried to grind against my face turned me on so much that I started fucking the bed. But I'm fucking tired of pretending. I want the real thing. Not just an object." - he said as he impatiently pushed your shirt and bra up from your tits and quickly pulled it off of you as he kissed and sucked your nipples.
You moaned and arched your back into his touch and he sneaked an arm under you while with his other hand he pulled your panties off then grabbed a pillow to push it under your hips.
"Quick, Nate, quick, please, please, please...!"
"Begging already?" - he teased as he grabbed his cock and started rubbing the tip between your pussy lips to make it wet.
"I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now-ooohhh!"
Your eyes went wide as he suddenly pushed in, and he growled when he felt your hot wet walls squeeze his cock.
"Oh, fuck, that's it... Fucking hell, look at this pussy. Gripping me so hard. Fuck, that's perfect." - he moaned as he slowly started to push in then pull out, slipping deeper with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck, Nathan... fuck, you're sooo.... oh fuck..." - you breathed out, completely cock-drunk. Your pussy felt so empty and now he was filling you up so good. - "Fuck, baby..." - you sighed as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to his neck then you cupped his face with one hand and put the other at the back of his head to pull him down to kiss him.
He hummed in content as the eager kiss turned slower and deeper, and he moved his arms around your head to keep himself up with his elbows, as he snapped his hips forward rougher, to fuck you even deeper.
The action literally knocked a moan out of you, and he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as it contracted in pleasure with every move he made.
He bit his lower lip as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every little detail. How there was a small crease between your brows, how your pupils were blown wide as you looked into his eyes, how your lips were slightly parted as you puffed out the air in rhythm with how he fucked you.
He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as his gaze travelled lower, seeing how your throat moved as you gulped, how your pulse was beating wildly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed the spot, then licked it. He then felt as his thumb slipped to your lower lip and you moved your head a little to take it in your mouth to twirl your tongue around it and suck on it.
He hummed into your skin and bit your neck, feeling as the action made your legs squeeze his waist harder. He then sucked hard and you moved your hips desperately, trying to chase release.
He suddenly pulled away again and you looked at him confused, until he sat back and pulled you up to help you climb in his lap.
"Ride my cock." - he ordered as he attacked the same spot on your neck again, biting, licking and suck on it so roughly, he was sure it will bruise for weeks.
And to his absolute delight you started to ride his dick like your life depended on it.
"You're so sensitive here." - he moaned into your neck as he kissed it before out of curiosity he attacked the same spot on the other side.
Nathan felt your walls squeeue him and you started moaning louder and louder.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Nathan..." - you warned him as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. His tip was prodding a spot with each move that drove you absolutely feral.
"I know, baby, I feel it. You're squeezing me so goddamn hard." - he grabbed your ass with one hand while he pulled your hair back with his other hard and he looked up at you in pure wonder as he tried to fuck up into you, but you were grinding your hips against his so hard he could barely move. He loved how wild you were. - "Cum. Cum on my cock, pretty girl."
"Please let me cum, please, please, please, please!" - you begged, at the edge of crying. You slipped a hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit hard. If he denies you your release again, you're gonna kill him. Violently.
Nathan growled as he yanked on your hair roughly, making you cry out.
"Fucking cum on my cock, you stupid bitch!" - he barked in your ear then bit down hard on that sensitive spot on your neck and sucked with all his might.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" - you cried out almost animalistically when your orgasm hit you like a train. The pleasure blew up in your belly and your pussy pulsed hard around his cock, sucking on it with every wave that run through you.
Nathan quickly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you to him as he started snapping his hips up into your pulsating warmth until his own release came and he pumped his seed into you deeply.
"Aahh, fuck, that's my perfect queen." - he sighed tiredly as his hold loosened a little around you so he wasn't squeezing the life out of you anymore and he let you lean against him while you were trying to catch your breath too.
Nathan closed his eyes and focused on the way your chest was moving against his and he caressed your back gently when he heard you sniffle.
"Everything okay?" - he asked in a whisper.
He felt you nod, but you kept hugging him with your shaking arms.
He reached to the side and tapped around for his glasses and put them on, then he grabbed his blanket and pulled it over your shoulders. He pushed a hand between your bodies and put his right palm under your left breast while his thumb stayed between your boobs.
You wiped your eyes and watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?" - you asked quietly.
Nathan smiled softly and shook his head.
"Nothing. I gotta pull out though."
You nodded again and when you lifted yourself, Nathan grabbed your hips to help you and laid you down on the bed next to him, wrapping the blanket tighter around you.
He caressed your teary cheek and kissed your lips softly, then he climbed out of the bed and disappeared in the bathroom.
You heard him turn on the water then after a minute he closed it and returned with a wet towel.
You let him roll you onto your back and lift the blanket from you and you watched him as he cleaned you up between your legs.
You never saw him look this soft and gentle, but you would be lying if you said you didn't like it.
"Thank you." - you said after he was done, but he didn't reply just took off his glasses again, climbed next to you and pulled you close with your back to his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you and he pushed his palm under your left boob again. After a few seconds he let out a content sigh and kissed the back of your head.
"I want you to rest. I'm gonna take you out to dinner later." - he said in a sleepy voice.
"What?" - you asked shocked.
Nathan Bateman wanted to take you to a restaurant? To take you on a... date?
"I wanna see you in that dress you bought. It would be a shame to just let it hang in your closet, unused."
"Hmm, yeah, it's a nice dress."
"I haven't seen it yet, but I can't wait to rip it off of you."
"Pig."
"You say that like your heartrate didn't just pick up at the thought." - he said and he squeezed you a little where he rested his hand.
"And why are you so fascinated with my heartbeat, Mr. Bateman?"
"Can't I just like it? Now shut up, I'm sleepy." - he murmured and by his voice you were sure he was already half asleep.
Your features softened when you realized he liked feeling your heart because his androids didn't have any. You moved your hand on top of his, keeping it above the spot where it was beating against your ribs steadily.
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─── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 4k | content: angst, best friends to lovers to strangers type beat, i did not proof this besties
notes: lmao me , thinking i could get away from this man . guess who’s back with more sae ??? <3
summary: you’re the one sae can’t get over. he’s beginning to think he never will.
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the freshly cooked bread is on the floor. it litters the nice marble tiles. the chit of paper with the order writes mr. rin hatoki.
“i'm tired of this, sae.”
sae doesn't say a word. he's listless, sitting on the kitchen table, staring at his own reflection on the glass, wondering where it all went wrong.
“why don't you love me anymore?”
it's weird. he can hear the sorrow. he can feel the pain. yet he feels nothing.
“what does she have that i don’t?”
maybe you're right. maybe he's an asshole. maybe this is his punishment.
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the first time sae laid eyes on you, you were five and he was six.
he saw you playing with rin on the slides, and he remembers the way you smiled at him when rin told you sae was his older brother.
and even back then, even if it was a tiny crush based on superficial reasons like how sae liked your smile or your eyes or the way your hands felt on his when you locked hands and forced him to play with you and rin, he remembers you mocking rin and calling sae nii-chan.
sae remembers how he cringed inside because no. no no, he didn’t want you calling him that because that wasn’t what he wanted you to know him for. he didn’t know what he wanted exactly, but definitely not an older brother.
"itoshi-kun!"
“sae,” he corrected you, watching as you ran up to him on the field.
he loved the soft smile you wore on when you heard him. he especially loved the first time you said his name.
“sae.”
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the first time he saw you cry, it was when you scraped your knee after some boys accidentally pushed you over.
you were nine.
sae scared them away afterwards.
you weren’t exactly sobbing—he found out you were funny like that, like you wanted to cry but didn’t want to let anyone see. but it was frustrating because sae wasn’t just anyone. or so he liked to think.
“get on,” sae told you, getting down on one knee with his back turned to you.
“what?” you sniffled, vision still blurry from your would-be tears.
sae craned his neck to look back at you, a faint smile on his face. “come on, i’ll carry you home.”
“i’m not weak, you know,” you argued, and sae would’ve told you to just accept his offer when he realised you already did, obediently climbing onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck.
it was a relatively silent walk back. sae could hear the rapid beating of your heart though.
maybe it was a tiny crush too. the kind that stuck with you for three years and four months and threatened to stick with you for the rest of your life.
“hey, sae?”
“hm?”
a pregnant pause. you held him tighter before ultimately loosening your grip.
“mm, nothing.”
sae really wanted to hear you. but he let it go.
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it was torture, really—you were fifteen when you got your first boyfriend. some guy called oliver aiku. who looked way too old for you, by the way, but fine, if you said he was only a year older than sae, who was he to question you?
sae hated it, really. watching you at the swings, laughing along with him, watching oli feed you ice cream. and you said oliver was a good striker too? sae bet he was better.
what did he have that sae didn’t?
and sae thought he’d love to witness the day when the two of you broke up. but he never counted on the fact that you’d be a mess when your heart was broken.
you ignored sae and rin for a couple of weeks, choosing to stay isolated, refusing to see anyone. you weren’t even replying sae’s texts.
[17:34] hey y/n, pick up the phone, idiot.
[17:34] rin misses you.
okay so that last part was a lie, but it was fine, rin didn’t have to find out.
[17:35] hey sae. :)
[17:35] hmm… so you don’t miss me?
sae had to do a double take at your text. since when did you become this cheeky? he didn’t even know why he was suppressing a smile.
it took him less than a minute before he got up.
[17:36] maybe.
[17:37] be at your place in 10, let’s get ice cream.
funny how he wanted to replace all of oliver’s memories. sae wanted you to lick the ice cream that he was holding. sae wanted you to play on the swings with him. everything him, no other stupid boys who would make you cry, who didn’t deserve you.
that was exactly what sae did—asked you what you did with oliver. you’d answer him, and he’d do the exact same with you, and he’d rewrite all the memories you thought would be so hard to forget, the very same memories you thought would be impossible to replace. yet sae did it, replaced the bad with the good.
sae wasn’t a mind reader, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking as he got you ice cream and fed it to you, couldn’t tell if you liked how he walked with his arm around your shoulder. couldn’t tell if you knew what he was doing.
he wished that you knew how he felt—then that’d make one of you. because sae had no clue.
“hey, sae?”
“hm?”
he got deja vu there.
and this time, you continued.
“do you do this for other girls too?”
sae nearly choked on that question because no, he didn’t do nearly as much for other people in general. you were the only one he’d ever put this much effort to.
“no.”
he can still remember your little smile to this day. it was pretty, even prettier since it was because of him. it was like a silent knowledge you both shared—you didn’t want him to do that for other girls, and he didn’t want to share you with other boys.
simple, but complicated. complicated because you were both shit at feelings and shit at admitting but it was still beautiful, if only because neither of you ever strayed.
back then.
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“what about a house?”
“i’ll buy you the nicest, cosiest one there is.”
“anywhere in the world?”
sae nodded. “anywhere you want.”
“i want to open a bakery one day. you gonna help me with that?”
“i’ll help you with anything you want.”
you giggled. “yeah? you and what money, sae?”
he rolled his eyes, resting his head against his palm, elbow propped up on your study table. “when i become the best soccer player in the world, genius.”
sae flicked your forehead gently, as he remembers he liked to, smiling softly when you winced in faux pain.
it’s funny how comfortable he felt talking about shit like that with you, only half-joking. it was an innocent conversation on how sae said he would be able to take care of you when you were both older. even if it wasn’t his place, even if he wasn’t even your boyfriend yet then.
“oh? so i’ll get the world’s best soccer player itoshi sae all to myself?”
it all sounded dreamy and attainable when you were both eighteen and sitting on cloud nine. when the both of you were dreamers with rose tinted glasses and honeyed tongues to match.
“is that a confession, y/n l/n?”
he remembers he caught you off guard. he knew because the way you behaved when you were flustered was already ingrained in his mind. the way you fumbled over your words, the way you couldn’t hold eye contact, the way you made him melt with how you seemed so vulnerable for a split second.
“what if it was?”
that was the first time you ever managed to render him speechless. only because of how honest you were being. only because sae wanted you to want him and you did and then he was reduced to some infatuated idiot.
“good, me too.”
and maybe that was his first mistake. when he didn’t make sure you knew he wanted you for more than just that moment, that he had wanted you for a long time coming.
maybe that was the first in line for the domino effect.
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life hit hard and fast by the time sae made a name for himself as one of the best midfielders in the world. he opened his eyes and saw that japan was not for him—he wanted more for himself, for his career.
sae wanted to move. and at the time, he wanted to bring you with him.
“how’s spain?”
it was the usual call the two of you had—a routine set in place because sae found he’d miss you too much if he didn’t hear from you for a while. it sucked that he couldn’t bring you with him now, not when he wasn’t best yet and not when you had a degree to finish.
“great, i play in the official match tomorrow, starting eleven.”
mundane updates about each other’s lives. he’d tell you about his soccer trainings and you’d fill him in on school. but for sae, it wasn’t enough. so he took a leap of faith this time, he was sure what he wanted.
“hey, what if we moved out here next time?” sae asked, cutting you off.
you stuttered, flustered and overwhelmed. in hindsight, maybe asking you that sort of thing when the both of you weren’t even officially together was kind of a stretch.
but sae had been sure at that point of time.
“there’s a lot to consider, sae.”
it was that tricky line where you were both more than friends but less than lovers and sae knew that over the phone wasn’t the ideal place to do it but he didn’t want to drag it on any longer.
“i mean, we’re not even together and we’re both just still kids, and—”
“then be mine.”
“i- what?”
for the first time, he was thinking about the future. and it had to be with you. he couldn’t imagine it another way. and when you agreed to be his that day, when you agreed you’d consider it for the future, sae was happier than he let on.
for the first time, the future was a little clearer. become the best midfielder, find a good forward worthy of his passes, and when all that was done and dusted, he’d always come back to you at the end of the day.
sae had thought hard about it.
but evidently not hard enough.
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reality hit like a truck.
because fast forward five years into the future and you had moved out to spain to be with sae, your future husband, the diamond ring nestled comfortably on your finger.
moving in with sae was fun, exciting. it was a new place, new continent, new start. sae was with you every step of the way, choosing the house, choosing the furniture. turned out, being one of the most in-demand soccer players paid way too well.
what sae never considered was the gravity of what he asked you to do—uproot your entire life to be with him. you were both still young and full of life and loved seeking thrills and you both failed to grasp what the consequences would be.
it was harder than you bargained; adjusting to the new country, learning a new language, making new friends and learning the culture. sae was a pivotal part of your support system, but sometimes he didn’t have a choice; he couldn’t be there for you a hundred percent. he had soccer, contracts to fulfil, people to please. you needed him more than you realised.
and when you moved in together, both of you saw sides to one another you never really saw before. like how you get frustrated when sae messes the entire bedroom up after you spent the entire day cleaning the mansion. or how sae shut down whenever he was having doubts about his team, his plays.
it was difficult. but it still worked.
for a while.
but arguments were getting more frequent. and sae forgot why he did this in the first place. maybe you should’ve spoken up more too, whenever something bothered you, then maybe you wouldn’t have felt this resentful.
you blamed sae for asking you to move out here. but it was what you wanted too.
it got to a point where there was an animosity between the both of you that you couldn’t handle. the type that made you sad because somehow sae turned into someone you didn’t even recognise.
“where’d you go last night?”
sae sighed, like you were a bother, but really you weren’t. he was just being a dick. it was never okay to just abandon your fiancé at home all because of a dumb fight which he couldn’t even remember by now.
“stayed over at the captain’s,” was all he told you. didn’t even bother explaining.
he wishes he did, then maybe you’d stop getting the idea that this relationship had hit a dead end.
“is that what we’re going to do now? just leave the other one alone, not talk when we fight?” you were soft, because you were tired. you’d been tired for a while.
you were tired. sae lost track of himself. everything was a mess and neither of you had the capability to handle it. sae was thinking maybe he made a mistake, and you were thinking it wasn’t too late to turn back. he couldn’t be bothered to remember how you got here in the first place, and he missed all the signs you gave him.
how you had stayed up late just to wait up for him whenever he had practice. how you agreed to be with him through everything and kept a smile on your face even when things were hard on you personally. how you cooked for two even when sae said he wouldn’t have time for dinners at home, just in case.
he’s sorry; you thought of him way too much, and he didn’t give you enough.
“sae, say something, please?” you were on the verge of tears, and he was on the verge of giving up.
sae knows what you wanted to hear now. but back then, he didn’t. he was too pressed on his own feelings that he just couldn’t find it in himself to think for you.
“what do you want me to say?”
you sat next to him on the couch, and he could hear you sniffling. he didn’t turn to look at you, didn’t ask about you, didn’t try to console you. for his own good. because he thought he knew where it was going, and it was better if he didn’t.
“sae… do you still want this?”
that was the first time he was unsure. because what he knew was that there was no one else for him. there was only you. he wanted only you, but everything turned out like this and he felt conflicted, tired.
he just wasn’t sure.
“i don’t know.”
but that was as good of an answer to you as any.
you’d watched him over the years. you’d tolerated all of his misgivings, you’d watched him train even when he was injured, even when you begged him to rest. you’d supported him throughout everything. you were everything to him, but at that moment, sae failed to tell you, and you couldn’t hold on to something that seemed so futile, something that was hanging on by a single thread.
something that might’ve snapped at any moment.
the next day, all sae woke up to was the engagement ring on his bedpost and your absence from his life.
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it’s been another five years since then.
sae’s back in japan. for some reason.
no, not some. just one. just you.
to think that up until now, sae still thinks of you. you’re always there somehow, in his memories. when he scores a goal, he still instinctively looks for your face in the crowd. when people interview him and ask him about possible partners, his first thought is your name. when he goes on his socials, he looks for you first. it’s habit.
sae’s jealous, still. even after four years apart. he still loves you. he’s still stupid. he’s still too late.
you’re happy now, if your posts are any indication. you live with him too. sae sometimes wishes he was him. then maybe he’d get to feel you again, be around you, hover over you and annoy you to no end. maybe he’d get to hear you call his name again.
but that’s a long shot.
you’re about to be mrs mikage soon. reo’s a lucky guy, whoever the fuck he is. sae hates him, but it’s biased. he’s probably good to you. he helped you build that bakery you always wanted, after all.
the bakery sae always orders from under a fake name because he doesn’t know whether you hate him and he’d rather not risk it. it’s the only way he knows how to hold on to you, to still feel close to you.
so he’s mr. rin hatoki.
“tell me!”
his girlfriend’s voice is shrill, it brings him back to the present, to his current predicament. to the fact that he’s been trying to put you in the past, but he’s not able to. and she knows it, too. she’s not dumb.
she probably stalked you ever since she first started dating him. she probably knew all along that the breakfasts sae buys for her is his pathetic excuse to just support your business. she probably knew that from the start, she stood no chance against you.
“i beg you, sae,” she’s crying now, and sae feels bad for regressing to this state, to hurting other people but most of all, he feels bad for flat out wishing she was you. “just break my heart already if you’re going to do it.”
two years with her down the drain. because he can’t forget about you.
sae doesn’t even look up at her because he’s filled with the vision of you smiling in his head. that’s all he’s staring at.
she asked what you had that she didn’t. and sae only knows the one answer is his heart.
“you’ll never be her.”
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sae stares at you from the driver’s seat. he’s parked on the opposite side of the road, it should be safely tucked away enough that you won’t notice.
you’re closing up. you look like an angel. you’re dawdling, slowly mopping up the floors, your hair so messy and you’re still so perfect.
he wants to go there, wants to run to you and hug you, wants to grip onto you and take back what he lost. but he of all people knows that’s impossible. so he stays in his driver’s seat, stays in his fantasies, stays away from you.
maybe he should just drive away. maybe he should stop pining for you. this is stupid.
especially stupid when he sees your future husband pull up and run up the sidewalk, runs into your arms, carries you and spins you around and presses a kiss onto your perfect nose.
sae can only vaguely make out what he’s saying.
“have a surprise for you at home, baby.”
and sae can’t tell what you said, but he can tell you love him by the slow, affectionate kiss you give him, the way you wrap your arms around his neck and laugh against each other’s lips.
“wait here for a bit, yeah?” reo tells you, and you nod, obedient.
it’s like a drug, now that he’s here, sae wants to stay and watch the show play out to the end. he watches as you store away your broom and mops and as reo walks back to his car—wait, no, fuck, he’s walking to sae’s car.
fuck fuck fuck.
reo makes sure you’re back in your bakery and out of view before he smiles at sae. “i’m very honoured that a world-class soccer player is stalking us,” reo beams at him the moment sae winds down his windows. “wanna go over there and talk to her?”
he definitely knows of your history with sae. it doesn’t bother him though, apparently. not if he’s offering sae the chance to talk to you, and alone, by the looks of it.
sae’s not really sure what he’s doing, taking reo up on his offer. he walks through the doors to your bakery and the shopkeeper’s bell rings, inciting you to spin around, expecting reo, but your eyes widen when you see sae there instead, sheepishly standing there, staring dumbly at you.
“sae,” you call his name, breathlessly. “w-what’re you doing here?”
“i… don’t know.”
he doesn’t. zero clue. fuck.
you’re not smiling, you’re apprehensive, you’re still in shock as to why itoshi sae didn’t contact you ever since you left him and why he chose now of all times to show up. there’s tears in the corners of your eyes and he knows you’re trying not to let them fall. the corners of your mouth try not to but they form a small frown.
“i just wanted to tell you…” sae trails off because he starts to remember everything.
he remembers five years old and you on the slides. he remembers your nii-chan and how he hated it. he remembers your smile and him being lovestruck and pathetic. he remembers making you happy and then making you sad, going from everything you loved to everything you grieved. he remembers all the signs he thought you didn’t give. he remembers your newly opened bakery and the heart on his first order chit. he remembers his now ex-girlfriend hating his guts and throwing your bread on the floor.
most of all, he remembers how happy you look with reo.
so sae swallows all the words he wanted to say and gives you a knowing smile. “just wanted to come by and wish you a happy marriage.”
i miss you. i still love you. i want you back. i want to be yours again. i promise i’ll love you properly this time.
he bites back all his words.
your expression turns soft and you smile at him for the first time in five years. “thanks, sae,” you tell him, holding your hand out.
sae shakes it, resisting his urge to pull you close.
“how are—”
“i have to go,” sae interjects, because he doesn’t think he can act any more normal than this. he wants to see more of you, but he forces himself to leave, and you understand anyway, you and your weak knees because as much as you’re over itoshi sae, your lover, you still miss itoshi sae, your best friend.
reo walks past him on the steps, noticing his rush. “hey, leaving already?”
sae doesn’t stop. “yeah.”
“look, y/n’s clueless but,” reo continues, raising his voice slightly as sae gets farther away. “thanks for all the support!”
sae stops short of his car, turning around to look at reo, who’s looking at you, cleaning up the last of your cash.
“what are you talking about?”
reo turns back to sae, hands in his pockets. “i wanted to thank mr rin hatoki personally so—” sae’s eyes grow wide at the mention of the name— “thank you.”
how does he even know?
“you know, she was so nervous when it first opened, thinking that nobody would buy anything,” reo tells him, and sae listens, swallowing the lump in his throat. “i wanted to be the first customer but apparently a mr rin hitoki beat me to it.”
reo sighs, noticing how sae’s eyes are now glued onto you.
“y/n’s the kindest person i’ve ever met,” reo continues, turning his back on sae. “if you want forgiveness, it’s always there for you.”
reo’s revelation and offer sticks with sae, but he shelves it in the corner of his mind. when he sees you, crescent eyes and all smiles, sae drives off.
it’s fine. knowing you’re happy is enough.
that’s a lie. it will never be enough for him, but he’ll just keep trying to convince himself. sae loves you, and he might just love you enough to let you go.
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Tolerate it || Young!Coriolanus Snow X Reader
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"I sit and watch you reading with your... head low"
Truly feeling like the luckiest person alive when your former classmate and short term boyfriend asked you to marry him. Not even a year into the marriage and also a year into his presidency does the original love and admiration you felt from him start to dissipate. You can't help but feel trapped and tricked into a marriage in which he may have never loved you to begin with. Warnings: Angst, Love-Bombing, marriage, gender ambiguous reader, typical snow tags (manipulation), social isolation, alluding to sexual acts but not described, kissing Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: I was listening to Evermore after watching tbosas and Tolerate It was just SCREAMING Snow vibes. I was fidgeting with the gold charm of my pearl necklace while anxiously looking over at my husband whose nose was too deep into a book to seem to care about me. I dropped my gaze from him to scan across the table and room. Our large dining room was red with gold accent pieces I had spent the morning dusting decorating the walls. We both sat at opposite ends of the long table, ever too long to just seat two people but it seemed the man couldn't do anything at home if he was within five feet of me. A bouquet of roses I placed in a ceramic vase sat between us on the table. He loved roses, he always did, so I placed them there to brighten his day and maybe even spark up conversation between us. I polished the plates we ate on delicately and even spent the afternoon painting designs onto the back of them. I had done all this in hopes I'd receive some sort of compliment from him but alas, there was none. I sat back and reminisced on the days of our love before it was like this. Truly, when I had first married Coriolanus I had felt like my life had started a new chapter. We dated in the spring and summer time of the year after we graduated from the academy. He was top of the class and while I never matched him in intelligence he had seemingly randomly taken a liking to me. We were acquaintances at most before that and then he started talking to me any chance he could get. I would gush to my friends about his charming smile and posture and they would warn me of the rumors that went around about him. They would tell me to never get to close to him as all those who got did would end up disgraced, missing, or dead. In some masochistic way, I truly felt enthralled by his magnetic aura, danger, and the mystery that surrounded him. His bright red coat was as red as the flags that man was but the danger of it all excited me. He wasn't the nicest man out there but when he was nice to me, I felt unique. I was the exception to his coldness.
We'd go out on dates and he would shower me with sweet nothings. He would tell me how I was the light that lit up the darkness of his life. He said my beauty could turn a man to stone. I will never forget the way he kissed me on the busiest street in the capital under the dancing streetlights and how I felt like time had stopped in that moment. The way he stroked the side of my face so delicately and told me I was the only one who had ever made him feel so alive. I was holding onto every breath that man had exhaled hoping he'd inhale me further into his life. We'd spend days together and call at night. I didn't notice it at the time but in retrospect it was tactical. I spent every moment of my waking days with him and soon my life started to be built around him. Every phone call from a friend I received that spoke about him in any negative way made me push them away and out of my life even further. He was the only one I talked to. He is my world. We were two seeds that had gotten dropped into the same pot and were growing into each other.
In the fall, I fell for him harder than I ever had before. It came to a height when we were walking through a park and watched as the changing leaves fell from the trees. He held my hand in his and he held me so tight as if he was afraid I'd float away and leave him. I would never of course, my life would bend to his will. My head rested against his arm like the red coat he always wore. He'd recount to me stories of his life that would make me laugh and smile. His strikingly blonde hair blew in the wind softly and I noticed every detail of how his icy blue eyes would crinkle when he'd smile at me. He was like a beautiful painting whose artist was unknown. I remember thinking that all I would ever want to be in this life is as significant to him as he is to me. I remember the earth shattering halt my heart felt when he turned to me and dropped down to one knee and proposed. A smirk plastered his face when I said yes. He stood back up and pulled me in by the waist. One hand on my chin and the other on my lower back. The feeling of his warm, soft lips on mine and the feeling of his hair tangled between my fingers. I remember the ecstasy of the moment and the feeling that my friends were wrong, the world was wrong, no one knew Coriolanus like I knew him. He wasn't a cold, calculated, and constantly plotting man, he was just misunderstood. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered in my ear that he would live a thousand life times if it meant he got to love me in the next. I remembered everything.
That was the first night we spent together. He snuck me into his house and we giggled in his bedroom when he shut the door. We told each other secrets and moved the furniture so we could dance. My head was placed onto his chest and we swayed to the sound of the music playing from his grandmothers record player. We shared moments of passion in his bed, fell asleep in each others arms, and woke up tangled in bed sheets. I remember thinking he was truly mine.
We married shortly after in the beginning of December. The ceremony was lavish and beautiful. I remember the way his fingers tucked my hair behind my ear. A single tear fell from his eyes and he leaned in and kissed me. He must've been so taken aback from my beauty as I was with his. Only one of my friends attended the wedding but I was too happy that I was marrying the man of my dreams to care. The first weeks of our married life were wondrous. He had risen to power and we had moved into the absolute gargantuan mansion we live in today. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off me and I was the diamond of his eyes. He loved to show me off for the cameras and crowds. Then one day, winter came and roses don't survive.
It started off small. He didn't want to talk or cuddle in bed at night anymore. I assumed he was just tired from working so hard. Then he stopped complimenting my outfits or hair, trading them with passive aggressive comments and ways I could improve myself for him. He no longer wanted to talk at dinner. We stopped speaking at some point. He wouldn't want to hear my voice unless it was to service him. In public, he still was my adoring husband but in private, I felt like I was living with a stranger. At night, I can hear him whispering sweet nothings to the air and humming melodies and I can only hope he's dreaming about me.
These days, I haven't been sleeping, I've been trying to listen in and see if I can make out the words he is saying in his sleep but I haven't been able to make out any other words than lines about trees. While he is having his meetings all day, I am constantly doing new diets, trying new makeup, new hair, decorating the house differently, leaving loving notes on his desk, anything to try and earn a compliment from him. Even if a compliment is too much, I am begging for a word from that man. I love him. I still love him. I don't believe it is possible for me to stop loving him. I can't dare to think of loving any one else. He is so much wiser, and smarter, and more beautiful than I am and I find myself becoming the moon to his earth. I spin around him, pulled in by his orbit except, I'm not his moon. I'm just a star in his sky that is begging to be his sun. I just want a footnote in the story of his life. Even an annotation on a page of his story will be enough for me.
The sound of him placing his heavy book onto the table pulled me out of my trance and my eyes met his blue ones once more. Instantly, I am struck frozen. His eyes had such a way of pulling you in. I looked down at his lips as they pressed a small smirk and his eyes squinted a little while he picked up his fork from the table and looked at me. He examined my appearance and I sat up straighter. The thick tension in the air put me on edge. Finally, his lips parted and he spoke.
"Is that a new hair color?" he asked, keeping his eyes laser focused on me.
"It is... d- do you like it?" He looked me over again and leaned back in his chair contemplating what to say next. Then, shortly, sweetly, and sharply, he muttered the word,
"Tolerable"
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PART TWO PART THREE
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ginkgo-phyta · 1 month
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Can I request Spencer (later seasons, post prison era) gifting his gf an initial necklace, but the pendant is his initial?
i.e.
"This is nice, Spence, but my name doesn't start with an 'S'."
"Yeah, but mine does, and you're mine."
Feel free to take it as far as you like 😏
A/N: ehehe yes ofc, i love thissss, but also a lil funny bc my name DOES start with an S :P so imma change the dialogue a bit. keepin dis sweet- there is a lil steamy moment for like two sentences however mostly this is fluff, hope you enjoy it, my love!
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Fluff, no warnings (?), gender neutral language (im p sure, lemme know if i missed something!), 2.5k words
Spencer’s apartment is flooded with the music of joy; light jazz pours from an old style radio in the living room, your shared laughter tumbles into the rest of the place from the small kitchen, the sound of knives and forks scraping decorated ceramic plates signals the end of a well-enjoyed meal.
It was date-night for the two of you, a rare occurrence as of late due to Spencer’s teaching commitment. Initially, you were excited, thinking you would be getting more of him to yourself. You kept that thought to yourself, though, seeing how upset he initially was at not being able to help his team in the way he wanted to. That exhilaration was shut down particularly quickly as Spencer had begun bringing his work home with him. When he was working only as a profiler, sure he’d be away from you most of the time, but when he came home he’d spend all of his time present and in the moment. Now, at times, having him home almost felt worse than when he’d be away.
In the moment, however, everything was perfect. This is how you wished every night could be. The two of you bumping shoulders as you both prepare dinner; glasses of wine clinking with a cheers; old love songs serenading your flushed ears as Spencer pulls you into his arms to delicately waltz around the kitchen; his balmy eyes peering down into yours, speaking words of love and comfort. This serene feeling of domesticity was addicting. Life had been a whirlwind the past year, with it only being about six months since Spencer came home from prison. Things were jarringly different at first, both of your lives changing the way being wrongfully imprisoned changed Spencer, but you didn’t care. You could fight every battle life threw your way as long as your beautiful boy was by your side. Some days were more difficult than others, when Spencer would be reminded of the atrocities he witnessed in jail or what he had to do to survive. He’d isolate himself, snap at you, or push you away; but this evening was a good night- it almost felt like you had your old lover back.
“Dinner was delicious, angel.” Spencer beamed at you from the other side of his compact dining table, using his cloth napkin to wipe at the corners of his lips. 
“Well,” you chuckled, pushing out of your seat to collect both of your plates, “you helped me, that’s probably why.” 
Spencer quickly followed your movements, whisking the dishes out of your hands with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek before taking them to the sink. “It was all you, beautiful.” he had whispered against your skin while leaving your side. 
You silently shook your head, picking up your wine and water glasses to be washed. “Should I dry?” you questioned as he turned on the faucet, pulling a tea towel from the cabinet below you. 
Spencer shook his head, “It’s okay, they can air dry.” he spoke with a little shrug.
“Okay!” you responded bright-eyed, throwing the towel down onto the counter next to you, a bit too excited at the prospect of not doing anything. Your reaction peeled an infectious laugh from Spencer's beautifully cerise lips, his nose scrunching involuntarily. You could stand there and just watch him exist for the rest of eternity. 
And you did just that for a minute, took in the sight of him humming along to the jazz standard wafting in from the other room, engrossed in scrubbing the food stuck to the pans you cooked in. His jawline and upper-lip were shadowed in scruff, trailing down the sides of his Adam’s apple. His hair was long now, wavy and pushed back from his face, exposing his strong forehead and giving you unrestricted access to gaze into his gentle cinnamon eyes. The years passing changed his appearance in so many ways, and you loved every bit of it. Your eyes trailed down to graze over the top of his chest, exposed by the first few buttons of his deep cerulean shirt undone; they moved over the slopes of his broad shoulders, and down to his arms working steadfast to clean up the remnants of your meal. It didn’t escape Spencer how you were drinking him in without a care in the world, paying no mind to his elbow occasionally bumping into your torso.
“You having fun there?” he teased with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes never leaving the task at hand. His words spurred you forward. 
You simply hummed in response as you moved to stand behind him, your front pressing firmly into his back. Spencer’s eyebrow arched questioningly, but he kept his mouth shut, simply letting you do as you pleased. Your head peeked over one side of his arm, hands sliding down until they reached the cuff of his sleeve. Deftly, you began folding them up, “Just helpin you,” you mumbled as a throwaway explanation, moving to his other side to do the same. Fingernails scratched at his newly exposed forearms, your muffled giggle turning Spencer’s smirk into a wide grin. “Done!” you announced, wrapping your arms around his abdomen before nuzzling your face into his broad back. Over the barrier of fabric, the running water, and the sound of his scrubbing Spencer barely heard you ask, “Didn’t I help so much?”
His chuckle sent vibrations into your cheek, “Yes, honey, you were a big help. Thank you.” Content, you pushed your face further into his shirt. 
The two of you stood like that for a few more minutes, Spencer trying his best not to move too much in order to keep you comfortable. You haven’t back-hugged him like this since before he was framed, and he didn’t realize how much he missed it until this moment. He washed the dishes a bit slower than normal, reveling in the heart-warming scene. Soon, however, he was done. 
As soon as he turned off the water, you were off him, moving to pick up the once-forgotten tea towel and face him, leaning against the edge of the sink. “Thank you for your service, soldier.” you unseriously saluted before taking each of his dripping hands in his and patting them dry. 
A titter broke through his smile as Spencer reverently gazed down at you, the way your eyes twinkled under the soft-yellow lights of his old kitchen, your beautiful hands turning his own over to attack any remaining droplets of water, your eyebrows twitching reflexively here and there in focus. The first time he laid eyes on you all those years ago he was shot in the heart by Cupid’s arrow, and it has stayed there, firm in place, ever since. 
As soon as you were done, Spencer softly cupped your face in his palms, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as he tilted your head up to look at him. He leaned down, pushing a passionate, yet gentle kiss onto your mouth. Before you could deepen it, he pulled away just enough to mumble, “I have something for you.”
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you looked up at him in confusion as he pressed one more peck to your lips before moving into the other room, your hands chasing after him. Once his words processed in your brain you perked up, excitedly following behind him.
“You got me a gift?” You question, reaching where Spencer stood at the side table by the front door, right in front of the intricate, gold trimmed mirror you hung up just last week. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Spencer pick up the weekly newspaper, “Uh, you got me the…local paper?”
With a roll of his eyes, Spencer wordlessly pulled you to him by the waist, mimicking your earlier actions by pressing his front into your back. You stumbled a bit, catching yourself by grabbing onto the forearm wrapped around your torso, holding you up, Spencer’s fingers digging into your waist. You peer at him curiously through the mirror before he whispers in your ear. 
“Look,” he motions down with his chin, and you do as you’re told. Spencer moves the haphazardly folded newspaper to the side, revealing a glimmering deep emerald velvet box. From the size of it, you could tell it was some jewelry other than a ring. You gasped in shock, not even having seen its contents. “Spencer…” your voice was meek and unbelieving. 
He watched you through the mirror, his cheek pressed against your temple as he opened the box before you. Your alluring eyes widened to their limits, hands flying up to cover your mouth. Your gaze whizzed to meet your lover in the reflection, “You got me a necklace??” your words dripped with incredulity. Spencer had gifted you generously in the past- rare books, handmade accessories, clothing you had your eye on, tickets to see your favorite artists live- but never before had he bought you jewelry. You never minded, content with wanting the first piece he gives you to be an engagement ring. That being said, this surprise moved you immensely. You took in the gorgeous necklace shining proudly up at you. A dainty chain in the metal you wore the most, in the middle sat a heart-shaped locket, no bigger than the tip of your pinky-finger. Before you could speak again, Spencer shifted to open the locket for you, revealing two pictures. One was older, taken at JJ’s wedding; Penelope had been going around taking photos of everyone and as soon as she neared the two of you, Spencer scooped you up into his arms as if you were the bride. The moment frozen in time showed you in the midst of a bellowing laugh, clutching to Spencer’s shoulders in shock, with your boyfriend looking upon you as if you were an angel incarnate, an equally wide smile plastered across his face. The second photo was more recent; you had invited the whole team out to a picnic brunch shortly after Spencer was released and this time Emily was the one taking candid photos. The two of you were cozying up at the edge of the yellow gingham blanket, Spencer's arms wrapped tightly around your figure rested between his legs. In the photo, his hand was cupping your jaw, tilting your face up to bring your lips close to his, the snapshot proudly showcasing his grinning mouth just centimeters from your own with the sunlight stretching out in the background. 
“Oh, Spencer,” you were at a loss of words, your fingers hesitantly tracing the silhouette of the pendant, “It’s so beautiful, my favorite pictures…” you murmured. 
Spencer hummed and nodded in response, setting the box down to take the necklace out of its confines. He straightened behind you, stretching the necklace out in front of your face, “Let me put it on you, baby.�� he whispered, mouth barely moving. 
You happily obliged as he brought the chain closer to your neck, moving your hair to one side to better allow him to clasp it behind you. Spencer watched you the whole time through the mirror while your eyes were fixated on the necklace. The cold metal of the locket hitting your warm skin caused a minuscule gasp to part your plump lips, but Spencer noticed it all. The way your chest rose and fell faster, chasing after your quickened heart; the way you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth; your uncertain hands grasping at his trouser legs behind you. Once the chain was secured, the locket resting perfectly in the dip of your collar bones, Spencer placed soft, warm kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, holding eye contact with you with each; even as he moved your hair to dutifully pepper the other side. You sighed as his arms returned to engulf your waist, tighter than before, your hands moved to rest on top of his. He noticed your eyelids flutter close just for a moment, taking him in, before they opened again and your gaze shifted back down to the reflection of the necklace. Your eyes glinted with uncertainty upon noticing the engraving on the locket you hadn’t fully processed earlier. 
“‘S’...” you spoke, reading the letter dangling from your neck. You kept your inflection steady, trying to make it seem like you knew exactly what it stood for, but Spencer knew you better than that. Before you could make any assumptions, he spoke up.
“For ‘Spencer’.” he stated matter-of-factly, his face moving up from your shoulder to rest against your temple again. 
You smiled at him, more confused than before, “But aren’t you supposed to put my initials on it. You know, cuz it’s my necklace?”
“No,” he murmured sternly against your hair. Spencer’s left hand slipped down to grab onto your right hip, his right hand traveling up your sternum to thumb over the locket before splaying out to rest just below your throat, the heart pendant resting on the back of his hand.
Another, louder gasp sucked through your lips as Spencer tugged you closer to him, your back arched a bit as it stretched, bum pushing into his groin. 
“I put my initial,” he started again, heading dipping down to mouth against the shell of your ear, his eyes looking at you in the mirror through his cocoa lashes had you biting your lip, “Because you’re mine. And now everyone will know it.”
Suddenly, you whipped around in Spencer’s arms, throwing your own over and around his neck, hugging his body close to yours. He stumbled back a bit in shock, grabbing onto your lower back to steady himself before a laugh shook through his shoulders. 
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you enthusiastically repeated, pressing kisses along his stubbled jawline with every word. “I love it so much, Spencer.” you pulled back all the way to stare up at him, gaze filled with genuinity. One of your hands remained on the back of his neck, the other coming down to fiddle with the locket, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” 
His previously mischievous demeanor melted off his back as Spencer drank in how you dripped sweetness. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, honey.” His hands rubbed up and down your back. “I know things have been…complicated lately. I’ve been distant and cold, which I want to apologize for, but you’ve been beside me through it all. You’re my rock, and I just wanted to show you a bit of my gratitude.” 
You shook your head as you pushed up onto your tippy-toes to kiss him again, the hand on your locket moving to lightly scratch at the side of his neck.
“I’m all yours,” you muttered against his lips, tilting your head to the other side to slot yours upon them again. You pulled away after a couple seconds, “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I know you would do the same for me.” You pressed a few more kisses to Spencer’s supple lips before pulling back again, causing him to huff. “Are you mine?” you whisper.
Innocent doe-eyes coupled with a small pout had a quiet groan dragging from Spencer’s throat. He brought a hand up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb before tangling his fingers in your hair, 
“I’m yours, baby.” he nodded. “Only yours.” With that, he pulled you back in for a sensual kiss.
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A/N: omg sorry if this sucks im so sleepy right nowwwww it took so long to write this for some reason i cant process words properly but i wanted to finish this! i loved writing this piece, and i hope y'all like reading it. ANON! how'd i do?
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yandere-daze · 1 month
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I´ve had this idea plague my mind for the last few days and now it´s finally time for me to unleash it onto the world. Feel free to comment on or ask questions about this idea/ AU if you find it interesting!
This work was inspired by the normalized yandere genshin AU I stumbled upon while scrolling through Tumblr, created by @fancyfeathers
Hope you enjoy!
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tw yandere, normalized yandere behaviour, mentions of obsession, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, murder, emotional manipulation and isolation
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Yandere! Genshin Academy/Normalized Yandere AU
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In this AU, yanderes are a normal and accepted part of society. Not only are their toxic attitudes and behaviours permitted but even encouraged. Somehow, over the years, people have even started to wish for a yandere as their partners. By Teyvat society at large, yanderes are seen as somewhat of an ideal partner. They´re fiercely loyal and would do absolutely anything for their darlings, right?
And yet, many darlings sing a different tune when reality suddenly comes crashing down onto them when a yandere actually starts pursuing them. Fantasizing about things such as being kidnapped is simply something entirely different compared to experiencing the real thing. And yet, when they call out for help from their loved ones, they´re simply patted on their back and congratulated. Some might even express their condolences to the poor yandere, saying that it always takes a bit of time for a darling to realize that this is for the best.
You are one of the few people who are completely horrified by the concept of a yandere and even more so to see everyone around you treat kidnappings or murder sprees as something completely normal or even romantic. You shudder at the thought of ever attracting the attention of a yandere, knowing that you would have no one to help you avoid that dreadful fate.
Which is why your complete world is turned upside down when you´ve been registered at the wrong academy by mistake. An administrative error, you were told. One, that might take a few weeks or even months to correct.
Now normally, you would have been annoyed but fine with this. You would just have to bear with it for a bit and attend a different school until the error is fixed and you can finally go to your desired one.
But you felt a pool of dread form deep within you when you did some research on the academy you had been wrongly assigned to. It actually wasn´t all that easy to find information on the academy, which you found strange, seeing as this has never been an issue with any other well-regarded academy. But no matter how much you search, nothing concrete is to be found. Only a few abandoned forum posts where people asked around about their missing friend who had last been seen close to the academy in question.
It made you feel a bit uneasy but you figured that it probably didn´t have anything to do with the academy itself. As sad as it was, disappearances were happening all over Teyvat, so this one case wasn´t really of note.
But seeing as you couldn´t find anything else, you figured that you would just need to figure things out on your first day attending the academy.
And oh, were you in for a nasty surprise.
As soon as you sat down for your first lesson, you noticed how strange the atmosphere was. Everyone had been staring at you so strangely when you entered the room, it kind of unnerved you.
After that, a few introductions were exchanged and you slowly calmed down again. Your classmates seemed nice enough and you thought that maybe, your time here wouldn´t be so bad after all.
All that quickly changed when your professor finally entered the room and introduced himself as the instructor who would teach you the subject of "stalking".
Turning your head left and right, you tried to see if anyone else was as shocked about this as you were but to your surprise, no one even raised an eyebrow at this very concerning introduction.
A class on stalking? Maybe this wasn´t what you actually feared and more so a clumsy way of saying that this would be a psychology class focusing on the mental effects stalking has on the victims? With all these yanderes running around unchecked, there were bound to be many victims and so a class like this might actually be beneficiary. I mean surely they wouldn´t actually try to teach young adults how to kidnap someone, right?
Right?
Well, it turns out you were wrong when the professor started outlining different forms of stalking. Following "your darling" around, stalking them online, placing cameras or microphones in their rooms to observe them anytime you wanted.
Your mind was spiraling as you listened to the lecture and you briefly wondered at just what kind of an academy you had been enlisted in. Surely this must be some kind of joke, right? A prank played on newcomers at the academy to get them spooked? Surely someone is going to come in any moment, clear all of this up and then laugh at you actually falling for this?
But no matter how much you hoped for this to be the case, no one was coming. No one was making fun of you for falling for such an obvious prank. In fact, none of your classmates seemed perturbed at all by what was being taught here. How could they be okay with a lesson that basically amounted to "how to stalk someone 101"? You felt like you were losing your mind.
Glancing to your right, you see your blond deskmate eagerly nodding along to whatever the professor was saying and swiftly taking notes whenever a sentence seemed to particularly strike a chord with him. His red eyes practically sparkled as he outlined "helpful tips and tricks for not alerting your darling of your presence" on his paper, using a text marker to highlight a particular passage as if to say that it would come in handy in the future.
On your left, you saw another tall male student and for a moment you hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was someone else here who was bothered by the lecture given. He had a bored look on his face and he was wearing some type of headphones over his grey hair. Was he even paying attention? Maybe he was trying to cancel out the horrific lecture taking place at the moment.
You discreetly leaned over a bit, only to see that he was actually holding a book hidden under the desk, his eyes carefully following the paragraphs of tiny letters. Well, it seems like he certainly wasn´t paying much attention to the lecture because what he was secretly reading seemed to be some advanced material on the success rate of different methods of stalking, from the looks of it.
You quickly turned your head back when you saw him glancing over at you with an unreadable stare. Well, it looks like your hopes were dashed again after all. This guy was nuts too.
Knowing this, you really couldn´t do much aside from waiting for class to be over.
Your small hope that this was just a really strange outlier was quickly destroyed again in your following classes.
Next was a class on emotional manipulation and how to get your darling to depend on you.
Then, a class on how to force yourself into your darling´s life and how to approach growing closer to them.
Finally, the day ended with a lecture on how to kidnap your darling and make them disappear without a trace.
As the bell finally rung, the professor informed your class that there was also an optional class about how to effectively "get rid" of a rival that you can sign up for. You pretended to not be bothered when several students raised their hands to show their interest in attending this course.
You scrambled to get out of your seat as fast as possible, not wanting to stay in this hellish classroom for even a second later. You fled into the hallway and walk by groups of students excitedly chattering about things you didn´t want to listen to.
"Oh, I hope I can find my darling soon! I just know I´ll feel a special connection when we first make eye contact! I´ve been waiting for so long", the first girl swooned as she twirled strands of her long brown hair around her finger, seemingly lost in her own fantasies.
"Agreed. I know that once I meet my darling, I won´t let anything get between us. I will never let them go. It´s only a matter of time", the taller, blue-haired woman chimed in, her voice calmer than that of her excitable friend.
You didn´t like the way her eyes linger on you as you pass by them.
Once home, you tried to make contact with the administrative office again to ask them if the process of your transfer can be sped up in any way. You didn´t want to spend another second in that academy.
With what you have seen today, you were easily able to deduce the true nature of this academy and it left you absolutely terrified.
The fact that you weren´t able to find any information about the academy beforehand, your strange classmates fixated on their potential "darlings" and of course the horrid classes being taught there.
Somehow, you have ended up in an academy for yanderes. Every single person you saw there today was a lovesick lunatic in some shape or form. And the more you thought about it, the more you realized you were in huge danger there. What would your crazed classmates do if they ever found out that you actually weren´t a fellow yandere but someone they could claim as a "darling"? The very thought of it makes you sick. You have to get out of there immediately!
Which is why your heart dropped when after some long hesitation, the person on the phone finally answered you.
"You must excuse me but I´m afraid to tell you that there have been some... unforeseen circumstances that do not permit me to work on your case at the moment. I have been asked to postpone this matter until further notice".
"What? Why?", is all you could manage to say in your befuddlement. You knew bureaucracy can take a long time but for this woman to specifically be asked to postpone this? Just what was going on here?
Again, the woman on the phone hesitated to answer and you could hear a tinge of nervousness in her voice when she finally spoke up. As if she wasn´t sure if she was allowed to say what she was about to.
"I´m afraid that I´m not at liberty to provide this information. The person asking me to...focus on different cases for the meantime wished to stay anonymous. Even so, it is not within my power to refuse their wishes as they have provided our establishment with a generous donation. I sadly cannot help you with this issue", at least the woman did sound generally apologetic but that didn´t really help you in this situation.
Your mind was still reeling as you processed this information. Someone specifically asked for your transferal to not be worked on? Why would anyone do this? And they seemed to have a large fortune too? Why all this to make you stay around?
It can´t be that you already attracted someone´s attention while at the academy, right? Surely that couldn´t be true! You made sure to not interact with anyone directly after you realized just what kind of people attended this school. How could one of these yanderes have "fallen for you" already?
It seemed so utterly unbelievable and if you were being honest, you didn´t want to believe that it was true either. But nothing else made sense. Why would anyone do this otherwise?
Noticing your prolonged silence, the woman spoke up once more.
"I´m sure that all of this will be resolved soon. It will only be a few months. I am sure you will find many friends at your current school soon."
You sure hoped not. The thought of being noticed by any of the yanderes already made the hairs on your neck rise. You vowed to stay away from anyone who even showed a fleeting interest in you. You had to keep yourself safe until you can finally switch schools. You could do this, you had to!
You barely registered when the woman bid you farewell and hung up the phone after you once again didn´t answer her.
Now completely alone, you forged a plan. If you didn´t want to get involved in anything dangerous, no one could find out that you were actually here by mistake and not a yandere. Nothing could be worse than these lunatics finding out that you´re a darling, so you´ll have to be very careful. But how do you do this?
Well, it seemed like you must act like a yandere yourself. You would have to pretend that you´re a lovesick fool who totally isn´t bothered by all this talk about kidnapping, stalking, and murder. Thinking about it again already made you sick but you didn´t really have any other options. No one could find out or it was over for you.
You only hoped that you could convincingly play the part and that no one was perceptive enough to see right through you. Well, it couldn´t be that hard, right?
Surely no one already had their eye on you. Right?
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{note: hi hi, this was pretty intimidating to write. To open the blank document, was scary enough. after two years, attempting to write more than 1k words was not easy, so to speak. i'd recommend listening to smth that gets in your feels as you read this, if you can. this was based on this ask. hopefully, whoever wanted me to tag them in this, like it.}
warnings: none. husband! toji x wife! reader. maybe 0.1% of suggestiveness. fluff i guess? i'll let you be the judge of it.
w.c: 2.05k
tags: @jkumiplace @snowprincesa1 @idreamitski @shokosprincess hope you all like it :)
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When you feel the world caving in, unknowingly, we push everyone around us away. Self isolation, a very tempting idea, to give into. Or you’re just in your luteal phase? Whatever the reason might be, you’re feeling what you would mostly probably write off as “I don’t know”. You slump down into the couch, staring at the moving pictures on the screen. Your husband works a rather unconventional job, a sorcerer killer. Right, unconventional is an understatement, putting himself in danger, but you too. You’re sitting there blankly, waiting for him to be home, it’s been 10 days since you last saw him. 
You jolt and sit up,at the sharp sound of the door bell. It is 11pm on a Tuesday night, who would show up at such a time?Your husband, Toji, of course. You run up to the front door, opening the door. And, there is  the man you love, you adore, who you married. “You’re still up?..” He walks past you, entering the apartment. You close the door behind him and turn, “I couldn’t sleep… '' you mumble. “Is there any dinner? I’m famished” he said, placing his duffel bag on the floor beside the couch. Your eyebrows twitch, where is the usual hug he gives you after coming home to you? where is the “i missed you so much?” ‘Why aren’t his eyes meeting mine? what’s with this sudden chang—‘ your thoughts are stopped in the tracks as his low timbre snaps you back into the present “I’m asking… is there dinner or not? Did you cook something for me?..” he sighs, walking into the bedroom that you both share. "What's with this ne— No, these days, he’s been taking more and more from me, it seems like I mean nothing—’  you shake your head, to stop yourself from jumping into conclusions. He comes back into the kitchen after washing up. You hate how, despite how you’re annoyed at his new change in behavior, you still find him attractive. The smell of after shave lotion, filling the air as he walks past you, drying his hair with a small towel. The way his wet raven black hair sticks to his forehead and neck. Maybe absence does make the heart fonder. Is it only for you or— you flinch as he taps on the counter. “Back to earth, hmm?” You sigh softly, placing a plate on the dining table, serving him dinner. He quickly eats, your mind drifting back to “Why isn’t he talking? Where is his usual grumble about work, Where—” you look at him, as the chair’s legs scratch the floor as he gets up after finishing dinner. 
Small, unsettling feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach. Almost, two years into this marriage, what’s this new sliver crack in a perfectly nice mirror? That is how it feels, right now. A small crack, a splinter, or is it just miscommunication?
‘Communication is the key to a healthy relationship’ they say, they only say. To actually follow and practice that? Humans are selfish beings at the end of the day. You know, asking and talking it out with him would be right. Yet here you are, grueling all by yourself. 
The human mind is a wretched, wretched thing, at times. In the name of protecting you, thousands of scenarios pop into your mind like bubbles, ranging to all extremities. That’s quite laughable, you know, you’re not these thoughts; but intrusive thoughts? on the other hand are quite convincing, aren’t they? Like a creeper vine which holds on to anything for support, thoughts creep in, stifling and clouding your judgment. Unbeknownst to you, or to your conscious mind, the history of Toji’s relationships flood in, adultery? cheating? lost feelings for you? What if he doesn’t love you anymore?. The sound of silence is too loud, you find yourself still in the kitchen mindlessly watching dishes while he peacefully sleeps, scrunching and fitting himself in a couch, which is tiny for him. Your eyes fall upon his face, now that you’re quite some feet away from him, if you weren’t there in his life, would he still fall asleep like this? 
Slowly the realization kicks in that, you still haven’t washed the dishes. You scamper around the kitchen, cleaning it up. Finally, walking towards the couch, you press a soft kiss on his forehead. Maybe you assumed too much? But you love him more than that, finally you decide to head to bed. 
Next morning, you thought it would be way better, since he’d be well rested. Is that really the case? Toji is up, watching the morning news, lazily skipping through some channels, he sees you come into the living room “Morning~ I’d like some coffee..” his eyes return back to screen, before you could reply to his greeting. This takes a huge toll on you, such indifference wasn’t something you were used to, especially from Toji. Morning becomes Afternoon becomes Evening, still Toji hasn’t given you any sort of attention. 
Things are slightly taking a turn, is it for the worse or better? You completely become dismissive to his behavior and start giving him the cold shoulder. Any requests that come your way, from him, are mostly answered by nodding or a mumble of “Okay” “No”. Toji notices this sudden, well not sudden, but gradual decline in your usual enthusiasm, and touchiness. He wanted to ask, but he gave you space since you might be just moody. He shrugs it off. Despite this little coldness and frozen atmosphere in your house, time still goes on, night falls, and bedtime is here. You sit on the edge of the bed. Toji is also in the room now. Four walls, two people, one bed, and a thousand misunderstandings. 
“Communication is the key” You know it at heart, but being petty is what you want to do now. Yes, it’s childish, immature, stupid, whatnot. Although, it is necessary now. You’ve given, given, and given, that your own cup is empty. As the saying goes “water is soft, but it cuts through rocks” has never been so true, until now. “Toji.” your tone is so sharp breaking this chilling, uncomfortable silence between you two. He immediately turns his head towards you, in surprise “Hm?..”. You gulp down, gathering up your courage to voice out what you've been feeling, what you’ve been wanting, and most of all, to know whether this relationship still has a chance? 
“I- I” your breaths are more deliberate, slow, and steady, to compose yourself. “I’ve been… feeling a little too weird these days..”. He nods, listening to you intently, as he’s never seen you this serious before. “Yes, You seem on the edge these days… especially ever since I came back.” 
You grit your teeth slightly at his calm tone, this calmness is what you like about him, but right now, this is what is setting you off, “Can you stop being so nonchalant all the goddamn time?” you lash out, but in times of anger, we don’t even acknowledge how we do things, what we extremely dislike, just as right now. “Toji, you— Do you take me for granted?! I can only give so much, but what am I getting from you? Past month, I’ve been completely, utterly, feeling used by you… Am I just one of the girls… like the ones from the past?..”. Toji’s string of patience breaks at the last line, not even at you calling him out, but comparing yourself to the one-night stands and hookups he had in his distant past. He clenches his jaw, and breathes out, calming down a little. Since you’re more sensitive, he tries to be as gentle as possible “Baby, That’s not true you know. Why would you compare yourself to women like that? You’re way more precious and you’re definitely not like them to me. You’re my wife…. listen—” 
 “Baby?” you mutter to yourself. “Toji, when.. you went on this mission, actually all missions before this one.. did you miss me? did you even think of me?… OR did you… turn back to your … old ways?…” That was enough, the last line. Toji is taken back, you could see the disbelief on his face. The silence is even more heavy. The words uttered in anger are so vicious, they kill people without actually killing them. “Wh-What did you just say?…” he croaks out, his nonchalance breaking away, being vulnerable as you hit such a wounded part of him. “You heard me clearly.” you knew you were being a bit too much, you knew that all too well, but this is what being petty means right? Once in a while, it is okay. Humans are rational beings? Never, just because we have one sense more than animals, doesn’t mean we aren’t rational than them. We are impulsive too. 
Toji stares dead into your eyes, you grit your teeth, not to lack composure. But, that’s not who you are. You love him way too much, get excited each time you see him, way too clingy, your love, your heart, everything says one name, every single day. In a crowd of men, you’d choose him over and over again. Tears slowly roll down your cheeks, in vain attempts to hold them back, they run down in streams. He, no matter how angry, can’t see you cry, see you weep like this. He walks over to you, and you take a step back. “I… I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to get mad.. or push you away.. These days this job is getting to me.. I don’t really feel like doing this anymore. I can’t stay away for weeks, without seeing you. Not only does it put me in danger, which I don't mind, but I’m putting you too. So that’s been on my mind a lot, sorry… I wasn’t being a good husband... I— I have no excuses..” 
Your heart sinks, it’s true he wasn't as close as used to be for a month. The way he takes the blame for himself, all that plus his vulnerability about the job, shakes you up a bit. “I know you need space, I’ll be in the living room. I’m so sorry, ba—by” 
The door swiftly closed behind him, you sat down on the bed. Taking in what has happened over the past one hour. After some time alone you slowly get up, making your way to the living room. You see Toji, lying down on the couch, legs hanging out, feet swinging slightly. You look down at him, then get on top of him, laying your head on his chest; snuggling into his chest. He wraps his big, warm arms around you, pulling you closer. The way his embrace still feels the same, the whiff of his cologne, mixed with his personal scent is so comforting. You nuzzle further into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry” you softly say. He presses a kiss on top of your head, his warm hand rubbing up and down your back. A few minutes into the hug, you look up into his eyes “Toji.. what’s that I feel on my thigh?..” He looks away from you “It’s been more than a month, you know. And being this close to you… it’s natural..” he mumbles, the tips of his ears turning red. You smile, burying your face back into his chest. “I love you” you whisper. “I know,” he says, smirking. You pinch his bicep “Ow, okay, okay… I love you the most, you know” he chuckles. “By the way… I got my period” you giggle. He pulls you in again, resting his chin on top of your head. He squeezes you gently, basking in this warm embrace, your hearts beating against each other’s chest, slowly syncing up with the other. You both drift off to peaceful slumber, after a long time. Your presence in Toji’s life was akin to the presence of the warmth of sunshine, on a cold winter’s day. You both found each other at the right time, after dating for some time, now married for almost two years. You’re all he could ever ask for. “To love and to be loved in return”, is what he wants, and he has it now. You.
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My Michael Afton throughout the years! ft. his own little doodles. I'll try to be brief about the timeline and how my Michael was without saying too much since it'll be explored in the Hidden Hands AU fic's chapters anyway so I won't say all the details. Feel free to read if you guys like! I have a lot to say about him.
1983 (FNAF 4) - Michael was 12 or 13-ish when the Bite happened. Very reckless yet adventurous kid. Didn't really hate Evan (William, as much as he had a soft spot for Evan, still loved Michael all the same), just had really bad friends and influence (his friends were mostly bullies) - and didn't really like that he's being told to parent a little brother he had no idea how to take care of. It didn't help that Evan tended to be a tattle-tail sometimes about the trouble he was getting into. Michael also, deep down, got scared of what the bullies would do to him if he dared stand up for his brother or spoke out against them, so he ends up going along with what they did for his own sake. After the Bite, Michael was still deeply guilty about what he did to Evan, and it haunts him every night, knowing he had no good excuse but irresponsibility for what he did to his brother, because after all, it wasn't like William wasn't giving him enough attention. Michael just knew that he deserved anything unfortunate coming to him, but is genuinely surprised that his father kept telling him he loved him all the same. From this point on, he becomes easily troubled, tends to stay close to his dad. Makes sure he follows the rules and doesn't do trouble. Just wants to do a complete personality shift, and is deeply ashamed of who he was before. 1985 (Charlie's death, Fredbear's Family Diner shuts down) - Michael was 15 here. Over the years, he slowly isolated himself from most of the people in his life since he gets worried about his past scars coming back to haunt him. Mostly a recluse and reserved. He's not handling things well after Charlie's death and a family divorce - not to mention the non-existent social life he had. Just prefers to be left alone, but he's nice if you get to know him. Doesn't really have a good relationship with Elizabeth, but is actually pretty close with William. Feels extremely guilty and hates himself/blames himself for Charlie's death. He gets paranoid easily, as he thinks whoever took Charlie is now after him, but his father tells him to not worry too much about it. 1987 (FNAF 2) - (17) Slowly having a good relationship with Elizabeth. Starts to get into stuff like the supernatural and becomes superstitious to a degree over the years. In public, he's mostly polite and nice, but his actual personality shows through whenever he's with his father or Elizabeth - he's sarcastic, and has quite a dark sense of humor, can be a bit of a rebel, he's just more subtle about it. A bit of an over-thinker - he gets lost in his imagination/head easily. Has a (surprisingly) good relationship with his dad, as he's not really afraid to be himself around him - sometimes gifts him funny things or something he knows his dad would love/would use (he gifts William a rabbit's foot - for good luck, he says). He also helped William build the Fun-Times with blueprints and other technicalities (He's not really aware of the questionable features they had, unfortunately). He couldn't really come with his father and Elizabeth on Circus Baby's Pizza World opening due to things he had to catch up with his home-schooling, he had been skipping classes to work on the Fun-Times, but he really wanted to graduate highschool with a bang, so he's giving everything his all, here. Then Elizabeth suddenly goes missing all of a sudden, and, well... I would say more, but my fic sort of takes a canon-divergence route around FNAF 2/SL-FNAF 1 so that would spoil half of the stuff I've been working/writing about! Reference-sheet wise, I just wanted to show how he progresses from a rebellious, happy and adventurous kid into a more reclused, anxious and soft-spoken adult. Sorry for the long post! I've just been wanting to talk about him for some time now. There's a looot more that I've left out but yeah that's because there will be more in the fic!
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devourable · 11 months
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༄ the mermaids
sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?
happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌
apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho
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there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.
when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.
that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.
it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.
the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!
they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.
but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.
...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?
all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.
tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.
it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…
with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.
it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!
for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.
everyone except you, of course!
and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.
needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!
it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!
they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.
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It was a rainy day, when Huan walked out of the Halls of Mandos, soft mud sticking to his paws as he walked toward the woods in the distance. The smells and noises were familiar despite all the time that had passed, and Huan happily sniffed at trees and stones to try catch an interesting trail. The pattering of rain on the dense canopy over him almost covered the twittering of birds but Huan could still catch glimpses of their gossip, and he wagged his tail. It wasn’t much but he had a trail to follow now.
Valinor was unchanged, yet vastly different from what Huan remembered. As he ran across woods and plains, he saw new towns and lush fields where there was only wilderness before. He mourned this loss, but he had a goal to reach so he did not pause except for the briefest rest. Always, he followed the chattering of birds, the whispers of the wind and the thread calling to him.
Huan ran and ran, revelling in the feeling if earth under his paws and wind messing with his fur. He had missed being alive, this abundance of sounds and smells; rustling leaves, foxes calls, thunderstorms and bird songs, deer fleeing in the woods, freshly cooked food, dewy grass in the morning and so much more.
At least, Huan picked up the trail he had been searching for as he followed the birds, this unmistakeable scent that meant friend tough diluted in seawater, kelp and bird, with a hint of sadness. The trail led him to a lone tower at the edge of the world, wrapped in ribbons of mist. Huan ran up to the door and shook his fur from rain and dust before barking happily, his tail wagging faster than ever.
It took some time but, at last, the door opened on a small figure clad in white. Huan immediately flopped down, belly up and tongue lolling out, and looked up at the woman. She stood very still in the doorframe, a hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes very wide, like a rabbit caught. After a long moment she moved, as if in a daze, and presented her open hand to Huan. He sniffled it, revelling in the scent of friend, before licking the woman’s palm. She laughed at that, a small startled giggle, but her stance was now much more relaxed as she knelt beside him.
“So you really are the dog from the tale of Grandmother Lúthien,” she said with wonder in her voice. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Huan. I am Elwing.”
Huan let out a soft boof and licked Elwing’s hand once more. This time, her laughter was just a little louder, and she sank her hands in his fur to rub his belly. He could not speak in this new life, not that he had much to say that could not be expressed with other means, but in this moment Huan wished he was able to tell Elwing he was her friend forever.
Elwing stood up after a while and wrapped her shawl more tightly around her shoulders. “Do come in, you must be famished after your journey,” she invited with a small smile. “Truth be told, I expected you to look much more fearsome, not that I complain about your friendliness. But tales tend to make everyone look grander and more awe inspiring than real…” her voice trailed off and there was a feeling of sadness surrounding Elwing. Huan carefully nudged her shoulder with his nose and, when Elwing turned to look at him, licked her face playfully. Her shriek was one he knew well, part surprise, part laughter. Lúthien had reacted the exact same way he had done this trick to her. Tyelkormo would only laugh and muss the fur on his nose, but that was even longer ago.
Elwing’s tower was a nice place to live in. Isolated enough that it was surrounded by wilderness and the inside large enough to accommodate Huan’s size without too many broken vases and chairs. At night he slept on the hearth rug and he would often be joined by Elwing when sleep eluded her. She would tell him tales of her life, in Beleriand and here in Valinor, and what memories she had of her father and brothers, tough only rarely for it made her cry.
“I am glad to have you here with me, my friend,” Elwing whispered in his neck one night. Huan nuzzled her hair in answer as she fell asleep curled against him. I will always be at your side, friend.
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thefiery-phoenix · 6 months
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YANDERE ERASERMIC X READER
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It's been over a month since Hizashi and Shouta kidnapped you and you were going crazy out of boredom and with nothing to do. They assured you that living with them wouldn't be THAT bad since they could take care of your every need and you would never have to work again. 
To top it all, you were also quirkless but having a smart brain didn't exactly help either since hizashi and Shouta made sure to destroy all possible means of escape for you. They rarely ever punished you and most of the times, punishments included leaving you isolated for a few days and having your favorite things take away from you (YES, even the CAT!) but to be honest, life with them wasn't ALL bad... they were nice and caring towards you, in a sickly manner of course that sometimes made you want to barf
You were sitting on the bed that you shared with your captors and you were watching a movie on Netflix on your laptop. You were bored out of your skull and weren't focused on the movie. You missed your old life dearly and you've always wanted to be an author and get your work published. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you immediately started typing away on your laptop
After a few days, you finally decided to post your work online on Wattpad since you had a Wattpad account and you were an author there (Lol, I feel like I'm breaking the 4th wall). It had asked you to log in but failed even after you entered your password repeatedly. You decided to check your email to see if there was something wrong and when you entered your email id, you couldn't log into THAT too
''Hizashi, why am I not able to access my email?'' you screeched from the couch that you were sitting on while Aizawa and Mic were making breakfast for you. They came out of the kitchen sat next to you, cuddled you and Aizawa said, ''Now now kitty cat, don't tell me you don't know WHY we disabled your email now do you?'' 
''You. did. what?!'' you asked in a steely calm manner since you knew it would be pointless to waste your voice against them. ''Aww.. come on little songbird, don't be like that. We did it for a very good reason and it's for your safety. Who knows WHAT sort of emails you'll be getting from WHAT sort of people. They could try stealing you away and you would be in GRAVE danger without us and that's why you need ONLY us'' Hizashi chirped like he was explaining why he couldn't play with you 
''But.... I just need it for something. I swear I won't try contacting anyone! You guys can even be next to me if you want'' you pleaded with them as they traded curious and worried looks. ''Kitten, do you have a fever?'' Aizawa asked placing his hand on top of your forehead. ''Leave me alone, I'm fine'' you said grumpily
''What do you even need an email for anyway?'' asked Hizashi all curious like. ''Well, I've written a story and I want to publish it online so people can read it'' you said. Silence. That was NOT a good sign
After a few seconds, you heard Hizashi laugh and say, ''Oh you mean that action story which you wrote? It was quite good and amazing. Shouta and me liked it but tone down the violence all right baby? We don't want our precious little darling getting all violent thoughts now do we'' and started cooing
''Wait.... how did you guys even read it?'' you asked them confused as Aizawa said, ''From your laptop of course. You can't hide anything from us you know kitty cat'' and pet your head 
''So.... is it a yes?'' you asked them slowly. ''NO'' they both said in unison as you looked at them with sadness in your eyes and asked ''WHY NOT!?'' They hated seeing you sad. It broke and shattered their hearts into a million pieces, but they had to be firm with you
''We won't stop you from writing your stories and books. In fact, we'll encourage it but why do you want to share with the other underserving SCUMBAGS and filth who don't deserve to read your beautiful work?'' asked Aizawa. ''That's true and besides the internet is getting to be dangerous place nowadays so I think we'll have to limit your time of use on your laptop. We don't want to affect your health and it's all for your safety of course'' chirped Yamada enthusiastically as you leaned back in Aizawa's touch, silently crying as Hizashi wiped your tears away 
You were 100 percent sure that now they would CERTAINLY change the laptop password or make you use the laptop under their supervision for a limited time or not even LET you use it... but what could you do? You were helpless and powerless against these so-called pro heroes who wanted to save you from all the ''dangers'' in the society and you couldn't do anything but follow their rules and abide their conditions 
''Now come on and have some breakfast'' chirped Yamada and dragged you towards the kitchen as you saw Aizawa eyeing the laptop suspiciously. You knew you weren't going to use it any time soon, that was for SURE......
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multifariousqueer · 9 months
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Hi can I request yandere miles(earth 1610) babytrapping his S/O?
Ahhh yeah babes!! This has been requested for so long so now here it is!! This is gonna get done headannon style bc it my acct and I can do what I want 🤷🏽‍♀️
Warnings: babytrapping, toxicity, manipulation, fluff, messing with condoms(quick mention of smut but nothing more than one bullet point), YANDERE THEMES/BEHAVIORS(NOT COOL IRL), lmk if I missed one
Babytrapping with Miles(1610)
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This man would do it because he doesn’t wanna lose you. Like especially if you’re moving or going to college, he would do it 10000%
Def slipped the condom off bc you looked so beautiful under him and how couldn’t he??
He gives me, he will go to the cervix and finish there
Will suggest you to take a pregnancy test and he’ll buy it for you
“Just to be safe, mami"
When he sees that its positive, he acts so shocked. Like someone needs to give this ngga an Emmy fr
“darn ma. I’m just as shocked as you"
You swear you did everything right and hes just sitting there quietly smirking to himself and thinking “thats my girl, fr now"
This man is the best future father fr
He will not let you go anywhere alone(or period towards the vey beginning and end of your pregnancy)
The reality of having a spider baby sets in and its a bit daunting but you help him get over it
You had no idea this was planned
Honestly, as much as I love Rio, she probably planted the idea in his head
“what? I want grandkids and Y/n seems nice."
Def does a TON of research on what to do for you and the baby
Will throw out your favorite foods if they aren’t “good for the baby"
“Mami, it’s not good for him/her."
Makes sure you’re comfortable and insists on eliminating all distractions and issues in your pregnancy
This man is so crazy about you oml
Will get defensive if people try to touch your stomach(even family members)
“we’re not letting people touch the bump yet, verdad nena?” “si"
You are sobbing and freaking out and hes there to calm you down
“calmate, mami. You’ll be a wonderful mami, I can feel it” “thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you"
If you have suspicions that Miles baby trapped you, he would get offended
“Why would I do that, y/n? Seriously, It honestly hurts my feelings that you would accuse me of that"
You apologize and he accepts
Y’all move out and move into a bigger apartment so that the baby has room.
If you drive, he insists you get a bigger car(and not drive during your pregnancy)
Has you under a spell basically
Keeps you safe
Will start isolating you after birth and making sure you’re all his ;)
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Can I request Post-Gremlin Tomura giving a more quiet (due to him) darling a bath? maybe after noncon?
He used to treat baths and showers as nothing more than a chore to get through. After he'd taken Darling though, he had come to enjoy them; he could strip his Darling and make them take care of him, grope their body while they were slippery with soap, and once he came after making them stroke his cock or rub it against their thighs in the tub, it was easy to clean up. But ever since he'd become the leader of the PLF, he had come to enjoy baths in a very different way. It was a kind of ritual for him and Darling at the end of each day, where he could just float and exist with them for a while, completely isolated from the rest of the world.
Of course, he could see why they didn't find being alone with him as relaxing as he did.
The bruises and bitemarks he used to leave on them had long since faded from their skin, but they still flinched and inhaled sharply when he reached for them. He did his best to be gentle and pamper them in bed whenever he could, just so he could pretend that it made him violating them...not better, but less heinous somehow. They still looked a little confused whenever he touched them gently and kissed them softly. He knew it was strange for them after months of him being such a selfish monster towards them. And while he was still admittedly a selfish monster, he was eager to treat them better while he kept them for himself.
Tomura unlatched the doorknob to his suite and saw them playing a video game in bed, curled up under the blankets. He tossed his coat aside and crawled onto the mattress to kiss their cheek. "I'm back," he greeted. "What're you playing?"
____'s voice was quiet and flat as they focused on the screen. "Splatoon, Rainmaker," they replied. "Match is almost over."
Tomura nodded and removed the rest of his clothes until he was in his undershirt tank top and boxer shorts. He understood the importance of appearances in the PLF meetings, and while he liked the suit he'd bought with the League's newly-acquired fortune, he felt most comfortable in bed with his Darling like this. He laid his head onto ____'s thighs and watched them play until the match ended in a victory. "Nice," he remarked. "You're way better than me with the Tri-Stringer." He moved up to cup their cheek and kiss them again, and he felt them set the controller aside as they realized what he wanted. "I missed you," he panted, pulling away to kiss their collarbone and neck while he slipped his hands under their shirt. "Lemme show you..."
____ turned their head to the side and pressed their lips together as he pulled their shorts and underwear down to their ankles. "Tomura...Please don't--"
"I'll be gentle," he said hastily, urgently. He kissed a trail down to their breasts and latched onto one of their nipples while he groped the other and ghosted a few fingers against their clit. "Just wanna taste you a bit, I won't go past the tip. I promise."
____ protests fell silent as he moved his head lower to lap at their stiff bud, moaning as he squeezed the fat of their thighs. As much as they wished he would let them say no every time they said it--instead of insisting on "just a little bit", promising to be gentle, or just resigning himself to fucking their thighs or touching himself next to them in bed--they were just grateful that he was listening to them at all. He used to push past any of their boundaries, fucking them as he pleased for as long and as roughly as he wanted. Aftercare was some konbini food and maybe a shower where he'd grope them and traumatize them some more.
Tomura moaned as he felt their cunt twitch under his chin, and he could tell by their adorable panting and whining that they were going to cum soon. He looooved hearing them come undone like this and knowing he was making them feel so good. He cared about their pleasure now, and he was going to make sure they felt just how much he treasured them. "Cum for me, ____-chan," he breathed. "All for me..."
____ let out a choked sob as their body complied, their eyes rolling back slightly as they rode out their high and Tomura's tongue slipped into their glistening folds. Once their thighs shook and gave way, he lined his cock up with their entrance and frantically rubbed his length up and down their slit. "Gonna...gonna cum too," he moaned. The ends of his silvery-blue hair tickled Darling's face as he thrusted faster and faster. "You want it inside or on you? Tell--fuck, fuck--tell me where."
____ felt the tip of his cock breach her walls and the first few inches fill her up, making her gasp at the sudden fullness. The stretch was barely painful at all, a far cry from when he used to shove his cock inside them with barely any preparation. And he had started to ask them sometimes where they wanted him to cum--that was definitely something new. There had been a few times where ____ was just crying and begging him to just stop, that they don't want him to cum at all and just let them go alone, and he would decide for himself while keeping them pinned underneath him. The worst part was when he would kiss and cuddle them afterwards, apologizing for traumatizing them again. "Ah...I--ah, fuck...outside," they stammered, crying out when Tomura latched onto their breast and feverishly sucked at their soft silky flesh. "T-Tomu, Tomu..." The overstimulation was starting to take its toll, making each thrust of his cock inside of them and each tug of their oversensitive nipple more painful and unbearable. "C-cum soon, please!"
Tomura couldn't help but obey ____'s plea and swiftly pulled his hips back as his cock twitched and covered their delectable cunt and thighs in white. He came with a long groan muffled by his mouth on their breast, and when his high finally faded, he moved his lips off of their stiff nipple with a wet smack. He panted and stared down at Darling with stars in his eyes, cupping their cheek and leaning down to kiss them again with a small contented smile. He wrapped his arms around them and relished the sounds of their heartbeat, their pants as they both caught their breath, and the quiet hum of the air conditioning in the bedroom.
"Let's...let's take a bath," he said finally. "I'll clean you up." Darling wordlessly complied, letting Tomura slip the rest of their clothes off and land in a pile next to the bed. His shirt and boxers soon followed, and he carefully guided them into the shower. As the tub filled with water, he poured a generous amount of ____'s favorite bath salts and set to work on washing Darling's body before his own. The sight of his seed trickling down between their legs as he lathered the soap and rinsed them off sent a small shiver down his spine. He loved marking them as his like this, but he loved getting to pamper them like this afterwards even more. It's proof that he's better than he used to be.
They climbed into the tub after him and rested their head against his chest, the two of them staring at the ceiling. He carefully stroked their thighs with eight of his fingers, smiling and closing his eyes as he focused on their warmth against his. He didn't deserve something as wonderful as them, but he's so glad he was selfish and kept them.
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isabella-kr · 1 year
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Heya! I just read your valeria x reader fic and I absolutely loved it!
Would you be willing to write something with her again? Maybe the reader is trying to surprise Valeria with some kind of nice gesture (food, art, honesty anything goes) and tries to keep it secret from her, but Valeria grows suspicious and confronts the reader?
Oh my gosh, yes yes yes!!! I absolutely adore every single woman in existence so I will definitely write for Valeria again. I love her so much mwah mwah mwah! Thank you for requesting anon, this was so fun to write!!!
Splashes of Paint
Synopsis: She was growing frustrated; the constant lies, changes of subject and obvious attempts to hide something away. She was hiding something, and Valeria was going to find out what.
Pairing: Valeria Garza x Female!Reader (Only after finishing this work, did I realise I subconsciously made this an f!reader. If that is not what you wanted - as you didn't state in the request - please let me know and I will change it!!)
Genre: Slight Angst & Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, accusation of unfaithfulness, and kissing
Word Count: 1.6K
General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist
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Hours. Days. Weeks.  
Time went by in a blur; the days merging together as she attempted to perfect the painting in front of her. Splashes of colour littered the large canvas, covering every inch – every corner – to create a beautiful piece of art for the one she loved.  
It wasn’t good enough, however. Not to her eyes. Something was missing. Something crucial. But she had no idea what.  
She wanted to get it done. She needed to get it done, really. She could see the growing frustration on her girlfriend's face when she, for what felt like the millionth time, had to make up a story for what she did during her time off.  
She wasn’t sure whether Valeria has grown incredibly good at reading her, or if she was simply a terrible liar, but a look of disbelief crossed her face at her every word. Valeria could feel something was amiss, and when she began to lock the door to her office, her suspicions only began to worsen. 
Valeria hated to throw accusations her way. She hated growing angry; raising her voice with her arms swinging around wildly. But she also hated how secretive she’s grown, how she began to hide away, sometimes not even greeting her at the door when she returned home.  
Perhaps she was being unfair. She herself, being that she was El Sin Nombre, had more secrets than she could count; secrets she could never tell her. She hid things from her all the time, and yet she couldn’t help but feel betrayed when those secrets were kept away from her instead.  
Maybe it was paranoia; fear. In her mind, any sort of abnormal behaviour quickly became a threat – not just in her line of work, but towards the people she cared most about.  
Was she just afraid? Perhaps she feared losing her, her mind convincing her the sudden secrecy was the beginning of the end.  
She didn’t want to be the controlling girlfriend... and she wasn’t. They both had their moments of isolation, preferring their own company despite the other also being home. They both had their freedom and privacy that they needed. It was a healthy relationship – healthier than any she has had in the past.  
Just talk to her. She tried to persuade herself, but when she began to think about the secrecy, the frustration only seemed to return.  
She could only sigh when she opened the door to her home only to be, once again, greeted by nothing. There was not a sound; no happy squeals that she was used to, and no grinning face of her girlfriend that she wished to see for the past week. Just nothing. Emptiness.  
She felt her heart sink as she took off her boots and ventured further into her home to find it empty. It was almost cold, despite the high temperatures inside the building. The lack of her was clear, and slowly began to become unbearable.  
She wanted to feel her arms around her once again; to have her cling to her like she did every morning and evening when she returned from work. She wanted to feel her skin against hers, to have her press gentle and loving kisses against her skin. She missed her.  
Taking in a decided breath, she shook off her jacket and walked towards the locked door that led to her office. She didn’t try to pry the door open, no, she would never want to impose despite her growing frustration. Instead, she knocked softly, as to not startle her in case she did not hear her come in.  
She said her name lowly, leaning on the doorframe as she waited for the door to open. It wasn’t long after that she emerged, with her hair unkempt and breathing heavy.  
Valeria’s brows only furrowed at her state, “What are you doing in there?” 
“What?” she asked, mildly confused as she stepped into the corridor and closed the door, “Oh, nothing. I didn’t hear you come in, I’m sorry.” 
Valeria didn’t respond, her eyes only narrowing as she listened to her speak. She crossed her arms over her chest, tongue wetting her lips before she let out a bemused laugh.  
“Val?” she spoke, tilting her head to the side, “What’s wrong?”  
“What’s wrong?” she raised her brows in disbelief, “What’s wrong with you?” 
She was taken aback by her words. Sure, Valeria had been extra short-tempered lately, but she had not yet accused her, or blamed her for anything. She should have seen this coming. The gift was taking too long, and too much of her time.  
God, she wasn’t even sure when she began to neglect her partner.
“I-” 
“I never see you anymore,” Valeria complained with a frown, “We barely speak. So, what’s wrong.” 
“Nothing-” 
“Don’t lie to me.” She stated firmly, “It’s clearly something. Either something is bothering you, or you’re hiding something. Whatever it is, tell me because I am starting to lose my patience.”  
She took in a deep breath, her eyes looking downward in shame, “Val, I...”  
Pause. She could not think of what to tell her without ruining the surprise.  
“Is there someone else?”  
“What? No, Val, Jesus,” she defended herself, shocked she would even suggest such a thing. “It’s not that.”  
“Then what is it!” she raised her voice, eyes growing wide in frustration, “What am I supposed to think when you lock yourself up in your office all day, when you never greet me anymore, when you stop... when you don’t even hug me anymore. Nothing. It’s like you’ve disappeared; you’re just gone, and I don’t know where you went, or why.”  
She wasn’t sure wat to say – how to reply. She was left mute, unable to form any words in response.
Valeria breathed out a frustrated laugh and, with a shake of her head, turned on heel and walked away. Her steps were wide and quick as she attempted to get away from the situation before it began to escalate, only letting out harsh huffs when her partner began to follow her throughout their home.  
She was back at the front door, reaching for her boots and ready to leave and cool down after the argument. She was stopped by her lover, however, and was forced to put the shoe down and look into her eyes.  
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m so sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I promise you it wasn’t my intention.”  
She reached for Valeria’s hands, and although hesitant, she let her. Their fingers intertwined, and Valeria couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the feeling of her skin pressing against hers. She could never have imagined she could miss someone this much, especially someone she lived with.  
She tugged her forward, leading her through the corridors until they were back in front of her office door. Sending Valeria an uncertain smile, she pushed the door open and approached a Canvas that was turned towards a wall.  
“I think I finished...” she told her lover, “I’ve been struggling with this piece for a while. It still looks off to me, but I’m not sure what else I could do to make it better.”  
She finally let go off her hand and turned the canvas around.  
The painting was incredible; the colours on the canvas blended beautifully, gracefully even, to create a gorgeous painting. Valeria was taken aback, her mouth growing ajar as she stared at the masterpiece before her.  
“It’s for you.”  
“For me?” Valeria questioned in disbelief, eyes widening when she nodded in reply.  
“It’s why I’ve been holed up in here for weeks,” she explained, “This is all, Val. I promise you; I didn’t do anything to betray your trust. I wanted to give you a gift... but I guess it didn’t work out as I wanted it to.”  
With a gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips, Valeria turned and cupped her cheeks in her palms, “It’s beautiful,” she said earnestly, “Thank you. And I’m sorry-” 
“No, Val, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is all on me. I should’ve organised my time better. Given myself breaks to spend time with you. I neglected you, and I am so sorry.”  
“It’s okay,” she assured her, bringing her closer to place a loving kiss against her lips.  
They were both quick to relax into one another, the muscles in their faces growing less tense as their lips moved together in harmony. One of Valeria’s hands reached for the back of her head, keeping her close as the other moved to the small of her back to pull her body flush against hers.  
When they parted, their breaths were heavy as she planted gentle and sweet kisses on Valeria’s cheeks, before moving to place one right between her eyebrows.  
“I love you,” Valeria whispered, her eyes showing a certain softness, “But never do that again.”  
“I know, I’m sorry. I promise this was the only time.” 
Valeria nodded appreciatively, “I missed you, you know.”  
She hummed, her hand moving to her jaw, where she caressed the skin of her cheek with her thumb, “I missed you, too.”  
Valeria pressed a kiss against her forehead, smiling as she turned to look at the colourful painting, “I will hang this up tomorrow.”  
“Actually, we might have to wait a little bit longer so it can dry properly,” she broke the news. 
She hummed in understanding, the smile widening on her face, “Until then, how about we go... cuddle?”  
She couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle, “That is going to be a very long cuddle session.”  
“Good,” Valeria grinned, already pulling her out of the room, “I think I deserve it after waiting for so long.”  
“Yes, ma’am!”  
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