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Chick Magnet

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Synopsis: Phil reignites a one-night stand with a local bar owner, Clarke.

Word Count: 2,483

Ratings/Warnings: M. Unprotected Sex.

It was a warmer night than usual for winter in Chicago.

I was closing up the bar after my shift, my feet sore from standing all night. Despite owning and operating this bar with my best friend for over 5 years, the long nights still got to me sometimes.

The last customer was stumbling out the door as I finished counting out the register. My friend and bartender, Isla, was taking a final pass through the main room with a mop and bucket.

"You look tired, I can do the rest of the closing," she said. "You can head home and rest."

"No, it's alright, I'm already almost done here," I replied. "Why don't you head home early and get some sleep?"

Isla had been my best friend since we met in college. We were both working and living in New York, but we both decided we were tired of the city and wanted a change of pace. So we moved to Chicago and bought a run-down, shitty little dive bar called Tap'd. We put all our corporate job savings into the place and renamed it Honeycomb Tavern.

Isla was my right-hand woman, my confidant, my second in command. She helped me run the business and was a fantastic bartender, and I loved her to death.

We were more like sisters, honestly.

I decided to take Isla’s offer and finish cleaning up. I gathered my items and then walked out into the mild Chicago night air. I lived less than a 5-minute walk from my apartment complex so I felt safe to walk home.

As I walked up the block, I saw an older man coming from the opposite direction. As he walked closer, I began to recognize him.

“Phil?” I called out.

“Clarke!”

I stopped as he continued to come closer, his walk casual and his hands were in his pockets. His smile indicated that he was happy to see me.

“It’s been a while,” I said.

He stopped in front of me and we sized each other up, seeing how much the other has changed since we last saw each other about a year ago.

He’s more gray than I remember, but it only adds to his devilish charm.

“I wasn’t sure if you still worked this shift,” his eyes carefully watched mine.

“If you called you would know that,” I replied dryly.

Phil chuckled.

I met Phil almost 3 years ago when he came to my bar one night with a friend. He caught my attention when he ordered just a Pepsi as his friend ordered whiskey from the top shelf. He noticed the surprise on my face and explained that he was straightedge. When I handed him his drink, he took the opportunity to talk to me. Before the night was over, he was wearing my legs like a necklace. That one night stand ended into an on-and-off again… entanglement ever since.

“I was hoping to catch you here,” He said.

I was surprised to see him after so long. He stopped returning all of my texts, putting me under the impression that we were done. Plus, seeing TMZ photos of him wrapped around some model six months ago didn’t help.

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.

“I wasn't expecting to see you here," I admitted, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

Phil smirked and looked away.

"I'm actually in town between shows. I'm leaving tomorrow," he looked at me again. "But I was hoping to see you."

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Look," Phil started. "I'm sorry that I stopped texting. There's no excuse for that. I was an ass and you deserved better."

Phil reached out to take my hand in his, the touch causing a familiar warmth to spread throughout my body.

"I've thought about you a lot," Phil's eyes were soft as they looked into mine. "I miss you, Clarke."

Phil's fingers brushed my cheek.

"Will you let me make it up to you?"

"How can I tell you're being honest?"

Phil stepped closer, his face close enough that his nose was almost touching mine.

"Just give me tonight."

I closed my eyes and sighed, the scent of his cologne invading my senses.

I opened my eyes to see his green eyes locked on me. I could see his want for me as I took all of him in. Phil's hair was slicked up, showing the grays on his beard more. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath with matching jeans. Despite the coverage, I could tell he's been working out more.

He licked his lips, doing the same to me. I wasn't an athlete, or model, by any means…but seeing him with someone else did motivate me to join a Pilates studio.

And it was working.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly.

A smirk spread across his face, making his green eyes shine.

"How about I come back to your place?" He whispered.

"Or," I took his hand and started walking. "We can go to yours."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled as he fell into step with me.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Phil's apartment was triple the size of mine, and he had an amazing view of the riverfront. The furniture and decor were cozy.

It was very much like Phil himself.

Phil poured us some water as I sat down on his couch, setting my bag on the floor next to me. If he was going to treat me like an easy booty call, I wanted full service.

"I love what you've done with the place," I said as he joined me. "You redecorated?"

Phil smiled, sitting down close to me.

"Just replaced some art."

Phil took a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So…" He started.

"So…" I mimicked him.

I was being a little mean, but he deserved it.

"I don't know what to say," Phil looked away. "It's been a while, and I didn't plan this."

I watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.

"Phil, what's up with you?"

"I'm just nervous," He shrugged. "You know I haven't had a serious relationship in a long time, and…I really like you."

"So much that you stop answering my calls?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's my fault," Phil said. "I've been caught up with work and didn't make the time."

I always appreciated Phil's honesty, even when it stung.

"You weren't too caught up to hang out with that model," I said.

It was Phil's turn to blush. "You saw that?"

"I mean it was only on the front page of every entertainment outlet. What's her name anyway, Emily?"

"Emilia," Phil corrected me.

"Emilia," I mocked.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed my purse and made my way to his balcony. I pulled out the joint I've been thinking about since rush hour at the bar and a lighter. I lit the joint and inhaled, becoming a cloud of smoke.

Phil came out to join me, a frown on his face.

"So are you two dating or what?" I asked.

"I guess," Phil replied.

"You guess?"

"We only went on one date."

I looked at him.

"If you're looking for me to say I fucked her, yes. I did, Clarke. Don't tell me you've been waiting for me."

"I didn't," I replied.

"Then why are you putting me on the cross?" Phil leaned against the wall.

"I'm not," I turned to him. "I'm just hurt, and I want answers."

"Answers for what?"

"Why me?"

I turned to the river and took another hit.

"Clarke," Phil came up behind me. "There's no good answer for that."

"Well, then you're fucked."

"Clarke," Phil said, pulling me back so that he could face me. "I'm not gonna give you the bullshit 'it's complicated' excuse. I can't."

"Why?"

"Because it's not. It's very simple."

Phil leaned forward, his lips lightly touching mine. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue slide across my lips.

"I want you, Clarke," Phil whispered.

He kissed me deeper, his tongue moving past my lips and sliding along mine. His hands trailed down my body until they found my ass, he cupped and firmly squeezed through my jeans.

"Fuck, I love your ass," he growled.

"You're a fucking animal," I grinned.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I did as I was told and kissed him again. He lifted me up, grabbed me by my ass taking me back into his living room. He dropped me down on his couch and began stripping my clothes off.

Once I was bare, Phil kissed my neck. His lips and tongue traveled down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites until he was between my legs.

He kissed the top of my mound before moving lower. He used his fingers to spread my pussy open and licked the length of my slit, tasting me.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

"I've missed your taste," Phil said before licking me again.

I gripped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. Phil slid a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out as he sucked and flicked his tongue across my clit. My legs were on his shoulders as I grinded into his face.

My orgasm was building up, the familiar pressure growing inside me.

"Phil," I moaned.

Phil's sucked my clit harder, the added pressure sending me over the edge.

"Phil!"

My orgasm washed over me, leaving my body limp. I panted, catching my breath as Phil rose and sat down on the couch. He grabbed me by my hips and placed me over his lap, stomach down. Phil's firm hand struck my ass, the sharp pain turning into a sweet burn.

I yelped in response.

Phil rubbed the spot he smacked and spanked the other cheek. He grabbed the cheeks and squeezed them. He massaged down to my thighs, spreading me open every so often, making me anticipate his touch. Soon, his fingers were in my pussy, filling me with every pump. I was sprawled across his lap, his legs spread wide on the leather couch as his other hand cupped my bare ass. His hand felt warm against the cold air.

I groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit.

"God, your pussy is dripping wet," Phil groaned.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach.

"I've missed your cock," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"I have," I lifted myself off him. "Let me show you how much."

I stood up and straddled his lap, the fabric of his pants was cool and smooth. My pussy was throbbing, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, running my fingers over his chest. I loved how his tattoos looked against his perfectly defined body. I bent down and licked his chest, flicking his nipple before I kissed his neck. I bit down, earning a moan from him.

"Don't tease me," he laughed.

"Yeah?" I moved my hips back and forth against him, making his twitch. Before he could argue, I kissed him sucking his bottom lip as if it were his cock.

"You're the worst," he grinned as I pulled away.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts.

"Touch me," I said.

Phil grabbed my breasts and massaged them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. I moved down his lap and pulled his jeans off. His cock sprang up, the tip shining with precum.

I stroked him a few times, his body tensing up with every movement. I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave it a soft suck.

"Fuck," he hissed.

I took him deeper until he was touching the back of my throat. My head bobbed and I took him as deep as I could. My hand pumped the base as my lips moved up and down.

He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. I moaned against his cock and he jerked. A low, deep moan escaped his lips. I kept moaning against him and he pulled harder on my hair, pushing me down on his cock. He was so deep that I couldn't breathe, but I was so turned on that I didn't care.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the underside, taking him deep again. He grunted as his body tensed up.

"Clarke," he groaned.

He pulled me away from him, shaking his head.

"I'm not coming until I fuck you silly."

He lifted me and placed me on the couch, positioning his body over mine. He kissed me passionately, our tongues meeting again.

Phil sat back and guided his cock to my entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he said.

He slid inside me, his cock stretching me. He grabbed my ankles and pinned them above my head.

"Hold these," he said.

His hands were free, allowing him to grab my hips and hold me in place as he thrust into me. He moved slowly at first, teasing me. He watched me as he went in and out.

I forgot how good he felt.

Phil's pace picked up, his thrusts growing faster and harder. My breasts bounced from the force and his cock reached the deepest parts of me.

"I can't get enough of you," he said.

He leaned down and sucked on my nipples. All I could get out was whimpers of his name and deep moans as my body was taken over with pleasure.

"Fuck," Phil's grip on my thighs tightened. "I'm close."

"Me too," I moaned.

Phil reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The added pressure sent me over the edge. My whole body tensed as the pleasure rolled through me.

"Fuck, Phil! Fuck!"

Phil's hips slammed into mine, his body trembling as he came inside me. I rolled my hips into him, letting my orgasm crash into me like waves.

"Clarke," Phil panted.

I held onto him as we caught our breath. Phil leaned down and kissed me. He slowly pulled his cock out and slid behind me, holding me closely on his couch.

We lay in silence for a while, enjoying the closeness and the afterglow.

Phil kissed my shoulder. "Did I make it up to you?"

I giggled, turning to face him.

"You've got a start," I smirked.

"Oh?" He grinned. "How about we move this to the bedroom?"

"Only if you carry me," I grinned.

"Gladly."

Phil scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. This was going to be a long night.

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 6 months

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Reminders of Her-Sashnetra pt 3

AHHH!! It's finally done!! My little 6am idea is now a completed fic. Thanks to everyone who kept invested in this <3

CW for marijuana use

Read on ao3

“Miss Sasha?”

“Sweetie, I told you don’t have to call me that anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

After a few months of dating Anetra and they were getting more serious in their relationship, Sasha wanted to be more of a part of Jace’s life as well. She and Anetra sat Jace down a few weeks before and slowly explained that they were dating and Sasha wasn’t just his dance teacher anymore.

Luckily, he accepted it much better than they expected, considering Jace only knew a single-parent house his entire life.

“That’s okay. Did you need something?” Sasha turned to look at the young boy sitting on the couch with her as they watched The Parent Trap on the television.

Jace looked down the hall and saw that Anera was still in the bathroom getting the bath ready for him. “I was just gonna say that you make Mommy happy.”

“You think so?” Sasha tried to hide the surprise on her face, even though hearing that made her heart beat faster.

The boy nodded as they both heard the door to the bathroom open. He leaned closer and whispered, “I see her smile a lot more now, and Auntie Marcia said the same thing.”

“Okay, buddy, it’s bath time, and then off to bed,” Anetra said as she walked back into the living room. Jace jumped off the couch and took a couple of action figures with him to the bathroom.

“I’ll get going then. Thanks for inviting me over for dinner.” Sasha took her jacket from the back of the couch and kissed Anetra on the cheek as a goodnight.

“It’s pretty late. Maybe you could spend the night?” Anetra offered, wringing her hands nervously. Anetra sometimes crashed at Sasha’s apartment when Jace was at a babysitter’s, but Sasha never slept over at Anetra’s small townhouse.

Sasha thought momentarily and realized she still had a change of clothes from a canceled dance competition in her car. “I would love to spend the night here.” she smiled as Anetra gave her an excited peck on the lips before going back to the bathroom.

Sasha spent more and more nights over with Anetra. Eventually, more of her clothes and other belongings took space in Anetra’s bedroom, and she spent more time there than in her apartment.

When it was time to renew her lease and the rent was getting raised, Sasha was looking at her other options.

“Most of your stuff is already over here; why don’t you just move in?” Anetra shrugged as a suggestion one evening as she and Sasha sipped on the Pinot Grigio that they kept in the upper cabinet.

“Are you inviting me to move in?” she asked for her girlfriend to clarify.

“Well, we’ve been together for almost a year, and I live close to the studio. But if you don’t want to, I understand.” Anetra explained, seeming slightly nervous.

Sasha reached over and held Anetra’s hand. “Let’s do it. I want to move in with you.”

They took an entire weekend to move the rest of Sasha’s belongings across town to her new home. She sold her large furniture pieces beforehand, and she and Anetra spent almost an entire afternoon rearranging the furniture in the living room for everything else to fit.

“I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted,” Sasha said as she flopped on the bed after unpacking the last box.

“I’m feeling some muscles that I haven’t used in years,” Anetra said as she stretched her arms above her head, then twisted her torso from side to side. “But I think we deserve a treat for all our hard work.”

“A treat?” Sasha asked as she watched Anetra pull out a small wooden box from underneath the dresser. Once she looked closer, she recognized an intricately carved lotus flower on the top.

She knew she had seen this box before but couldn’t figure out where it came from. She watched Anetra open the box to reveal rolling papers and a small plastic bag of marijuana.

After a few seconds of thought, Sasha remembered seeing this box from a hookup several years ago, but she wasn’t sure why Anetra had it. “That’s a pretty box. Where did you get it?” she asked, hoping that it sounded like a casual question.

“Malaysia got it custom-made when I made it to the semifinals of the national team. It was a few months before I had to quit taekwondo.” Anetra explained as she passed Sasha the joint she finished rolling. “Why do you ask?” she asked, dark eyes slightly narrowed.

“Oh, I was just wondering. It just seemed familiar to me, that’s all.” Sasha said and felt the need to change the subject after she noticed Anetra’s slight reaction. “Maybe we should start looking at kindergartens tonight,” she suggested as she took a lighter from the box.

“You want to get high and look at kindergartens together?” Anetra asked, tilting her head. Jace turned five in the spring, and they both knew they would have to start looking at school districts in their area.

“Isn’t that what all weed parents do?” Sasha asked as a rhetorical question but realized that indicated that she just called herself a parent, although she never considered herself as his stepmother.

“I guess we could.” Anetra shrugged, “Might as well look for schools now so we can get him into one of the good preschools.”

They found the nearest primary school with good reviews close to their neighborhood and filled out the short pre-enrollment questionnaire. Soon, they received the email for the community-wide enrollment day and the list of school supplies.

The enrollment day quickly approached, but luckily Jace seemed excited to start going to school soon. They got into the preschool building for enrollment day and sat and asked a list of questions as the staff member typed on the laptop in front of them.

The sound of the clacking keyboards and other parents’ voices filled the room as the preschool staff asked the next question, “Alright, and on this form, it says that his middle name is Isaiah?”

Sasha nodded and glanced over to Anetra in the chair next to her. She noticed that Anetra’s face changed slightly as her girlfriend spoke up, “It’s uh- it’s not Isaiah,” she said, wringing her hands together in nervousness.

Sasha tried not to show her surprise as she looked to the staff member for them to continue. “So what is your child’s middle name then?” the woman asked.

Anetra looked into Sasha’s eyes, a mixture of panic and sadness in her eyes, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

Before Sasha could ask what Anetra meant by that, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach when she heard what Anetra said next.

“It’s Sasha. His middle name is Sasha.”

Something in Sasha’s mind told her this wasn’t just a coincidence.

All the pieces about Anetra that stuck out to her were slowly coming together. Her red hair, the blocked Instagram account, and the wooden box made sense to her. Sasha looked through the old messages that Anetra sent her almost six years before, and she mentally did the math on the car ride home.

The memory was still blurry, but a part of her remembered that girl with the red hair years ago. The girl she slept with once, but then never stopped bothering her, and even showed up at her old job.

Anetra never mentioned who Jace’s other parent was, and Sasha never felt like it was her place to ask about it. She never considered looking for his birth certificate or other paperwork.

She’s the one who got Anetra pregnant all those years ago and kicked her to the curb. She wasn’t sure how she managed to push away her feelings until she and Anetra could talk later that night.

The car ride home was dead silent. They only spoke to Jace or if it was necessary for the rest of the day. They didn’t want to argue around him, so they silently agreed to talk after Jace’s bedtime.

“He’s fast asleep,” Anetra said as she returned to the living room. The television was still on, but neither of them had the focus to watch anything.

“When were you going to tell me?” Sasha asked, the anticipation of so many unanswered questions bubbling to the surface.

“I wanted to tell you, but you didn’t remember me. I didn’t even know where to start to explain everything to you,” she said, sitting on the other side of the couch and drawing her knees closer to her chest.

“Start at the beginning. I need to know everything.”

“I can do that.”

Anetra spent the rest of the evening telling everything she could to Sasha. How she felt so stressed from training every day, her friends encouraged her to have a night out at a rave. Nothing was supposed to come from it, but then she met Sasha.

She didn’t think much after the night they slept together. Until weeks later, when she felt sick every morning, as well as her breasts grew and felt more tender. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her until she realized during a conversation with her coach that she missed two periods.

She knew from the drugstore test Marcia bought her that she was pregnant, but it didn’t feel real. She didn’t want to believe it herself, but Sasha had to know. Anetra started sending short messages to Sasha while she was still busy figuring out what this meant for her career.

It didn’t feel real until she heard the heartbeat for the first time. The doctor said that she was about nine weeks along, and she kept the pictures of the scan on her phone’s home screen.

She got more desperate to tell Sasha by sending messages as often as possible. But then Sasha’s profile disappeared for her, and she panicked.

While she thought of a plan, Marcia and Malaysia stalked Sasha’s Instagram stories and found out she worked at a dance studio nearby. She was almost twelve weeks along by then and started getting a visible bump under her clothes.

She knew any possibility of co-parenting with Sasha would never happen because of the furious look in her eyes that day at the old studio. Telling her was immediately thrown out, as Sasha clearly said she wanted to be left alone.

The only thing she didn’t tell Sasha was how much she cried after Sasha told her that she wanted nothing to do with her. Or she wanted to invite Sasha to the next ultrasound appointment to find out the baby’s sex.

“My dad found a year-long program at the community college, and I enrolled. He and my stepmom let me stay with them until I graduated and had a steady job. Jace was about a year old when we were ready to be on our own,” she told Sasha instead as she finished her story.

Sasha was silent for several moments until she spoke, “How are you sure it was me? That got you pregnant, I mean.”. It was the only question that came to mind after hearing all that information.

Anetra nodded, her eyes looking slightly hurt. “I’ve never been interested in men, and you’re the only trans woman I’ve had sex with,” she explained.

“Oh.” was all Sasha could think to say, her mind still grasping that she’s had a kid she didn’t know about for years.

“It’s getting late, but we can talk more in the morning,” Anetra said as she stood up from the couch.

“You’re right, it’s been a long day,” she said, following the younger woman to the bedroom, both just wanting to go straight to bed for the night.

No matter how tired Sasha felt after that day, she couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, her mind was active with racing thoughts.

She thought about the fact that she was a deadbeat parent for years, all because her damn pride wouldn’t let her hear Anetra out. But if they did talk that day and agree on a co-parenting plan, would they even be in a relationship? This was something she wasn’t sure of.

Then she realized that Anetra was the one to suggest that they go on a date. Anetra was also the one to suggest that Sasha moved in with her. She wasn’t even sure if Anetra knowingly enrolled Jace into Sasha’s class or if it was just a coincidence.

All these new revelations became overwhelming, and she fell back into the old habits she had buried years ago.

Finding a duffel bag, Sasha stuffed in clothes and a few toiletries as she scrambled in the darkness. Giving one last look to Anetra’s sleeping form, she pushed down the guilt that bubbled up in her chest.

At least this time, although it was short, she bothered to leave her a note.

I need some time alone to process all this. I’m sorry.

Over the next few days, Sasha only spent time at the dance studio or crashing at Kylie’s house. She spent more time in the studio’s office during the week to avoid Anetra coming in to look for her.

Luckily for Sasha, avoiding Anetra was much easier than she thought. No calls, no texts, and she didn’t even see her. But she was starting to miss being around her and Jace, even if she didn’t feel ready to return yet.

“Finally coming out of your cave?” Kylie asked as Sasha walked behind the front desk, looking away from the dancewear catalog.

“Only because I wanted a snack..” Sasha answered as she looked through the drawer that the staff kept their stash of different chips in.

The front door's electric bell chimed, and both women looked up. They had no classes until the afternoon, and they weren’t getting any deliveries for the day, so both looked to see who was coming in.

A familiar tall blonde walked through the lobby, and Sasha gave her a confused look, “Marcia? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” Marcia said, putting their manicured nails on the desk between them. “Before you ask, Anetra doesn’t know I’m here.”

Sasha tried her best to keep her voice level, “What did you want to talk about?” she asked as Kylie quietly left to sit in the office.

“I’m not going to stay quiet anymore, but Anetra has been worried sick since you left,” Marcia said, their eyes looking serious. “I know being a parent might seem scary, but she deserves more than just you disappearing and leaving with just a note.”

Sasha glanced at her phone, “She hasn’t called me or anything. I told her that I just needed some time.”

“She doesn’t want to be too pushy about it, but she’s already really stressed about Jace being upset and not eating-”

Sasha felt worried suddenly, “Wait, Jace isn’t eating?” She’d seen Jace sick before, but knowing that Jace was her son changed her concern drastically.

Marcia shook their head, “Netra can only get him to have some Pediasure since he’s refusing to eat everything else. All he says is that he’s sad that you’re not home anymore.”

“I need to go see my son,” Sasha said to herself, then realized that was the first time she ever called Jace her son. “I think he needs me.”

As Marcia left, Sasha hurried into the office to get her purse and jacket. Kylie turned in the rolling chair to look at her friend. “I thought there was something about that kid that seemed familiar,” she said with a smirk.

“You heard?” Sasha asked, putting on her denim jacket.

“I did, but Anetra also came in a week into classes when you were off to change Jace’s middle name in the computer. That was a big sign too.” the blonde turned to the computer. “I want to show you something really quick.”

“Okay,” Sasha said slowly as she sat in the other chair Kylie opened up a file labeled Class Photos and found the pictures from the pre-ballet classes from the year before.

“Here it is.” she clicked on one of the photos to make it bigger and turned the screen to Sasha. It was one of the photos from the day the photographer was there. But this picture, in particular, Sasha had never seen before.

The picture was just her and Jace, looking in the wall mirror. She showed him how to position his feet, and he copied her perfectly. She was smiling down at him, as he was smiling back at both of their reflections in the mirror.

Sasha never realized how his bouncy curls were an exact copy of her own, or that their green eyes had the same shading.

Jace was her son, she just wished she had known about him much sooner.

It felt strange knocking on the door of a house where she’d lived for months, but Sasha thought it was better than just walking inside.

Anetra’s exhausted eyes brightened when she saw Sasha at the doorstep. She looked like the day six years ago when she came to Sasha’s old studio, just with darker hair. Her face had the same look of worry and tiredness, but now had a small glimmer of hope.

Before Anetra said anything, Sasha looked her in the eyes, “I’m sorry for leaving you without saying anything before, and I’m ready to finish talking about everything. But I need to go check on our son, first.”

Anetra smiled when she heard Sasha say the words ‘our son’, and gladly took her duffel bag and purse before she went upstairs.

Jace was found curled up in his toddler bed with the covers up to his chin. Sasha noticed his hair was peeking out as she carefully sat on the side of the bed next to him. She wasn’t sure if he was awake, so she gently brushed her fingers through his hair.

“M’not hungry.” he groaned, turning his head further into the pillows.

“Are you sure, honey?” Sasha said quietly, to not surprise him too much. His eyes lit up as he turned to look at her, recognizing her voice. “I heard you aren’t feeling well, so I wanted to see you and your mom.”

Sasha felt small arms wrap around her middle and couldn’t help but smile as she held her child in the hug. “I really, really missed you.” she heard him mumble into her clothes.

“I really missed you too.” She felt his arms loosen as he adjusted to sit up in bed. She briefly saw the tear-stained pillow on the bed and felt even more guilt for leaving. She never wanted to leave her family again.

“How about I make you some warm milk with honey, and then we can make you something else if you feel hungry later?” Sasha flattened the cowlick in the back of Jace’s hair.

Jace nodded, “That sounds really good.”

“I don't know about you, but I really missed your mom’s cooking,” Sasha said in a quieter voice, with a slight smile. “I’ll be right back up, okay?” She slowly stood from the bed and quietly left the room.

She wasn’t surprised to see Anetra lingering in the hall. “He’s going to be okay,” she told her, reassuring Anetra as she looked calmer after eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I think we’re going to be okay too,” Anetra said, reaching out to Sasha with her outstretched hands.

Sasha happily held her hands and brought Anetra closer to her. “We are.” She felt familiar lips pressing against hers, and Sasha knew she was home again.

#sashnetra #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #my writing #my fics #single mom au

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proshipleonardo · 1 year

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may I ask for background details on the songs in your leotello playlist? :333 pls :333

HELLO YES I AM VERY HAPPY TO SHARE! Also I promise there's non-sad or bittersweet love songs im so sorry </3 I'm going to limit this to 5 songs cause there's too much but feel free to send in asking about specific songs! So first thing's first I'll share what I already have written for two of them in Discord and then 3 new ones! I tried adding gaps as well so they weren't big blocks of text.

Cafe 1930, Histoire De Tango:

"For these two the song is a slow love song filled with longing, sadness, missing one another even when the other is right there. There's nothing they can do. They can try as they might, maybe even do some things behind closed doors and letting it escalate but it was never meant to last and they knew it. Maybe one of the others gets hurt, maybe they get found out. They get torn apart and it's even worse this time than before, with more physical isolation and being forced apart by an unaccepting family and environment.

But then things start looking up for Leo, he finds it in himself to get back out there and try his best to move on, meeting Usagi and becoming friends. They'll go to the park in the spring and hang out and make lots of memories but there's a lingering sadness and longing for Donnie that he can't escape. He finds himself looking back regardless, missing the times they had together and the secret kisses and hidden moments from the others. The sleepless nights where they would stay up together, just sitting with one another. All he can do is look back on them fondly.

Meanwhile Donnie can do nothing but think of Leo, he can't bring himself to move on and they're stuck in this eternal limbo of missing one another but not having the guts to go after the other again. Leo for fear of losing what he has and being content with his new friends while Donnie just can't face the backlash a second time because the first time with April almost ruined him. She's one of his closest friends after all, sister in all but blood."

Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera:

"Think of Me is like the aftermath, after they've finally both picked themselves up but neither able to fully let go. Donnie has managed to push past it and get more involved with people but never forming very close realtions and dealing with a near constant longing. Both of them new the relationship wouldn't last, "We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea" is a good example of this.

"Long ago.... how young and innocent we were" this takes place possible a few years after all of the initial stuff goes down. "Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their season so do we" They've come to accept the fact that it won't work out and they won't get their happy ending but maybe, just maybe the other still thinks of them occassionally. Maybe the other still remembers all the good times they shared."

Bus Beat by The Front Bottoms:

Okay so not only does this song start off literally with "Love has no bounds" but I was Legally Required to add The Front Bottoms. This one is, similar to Ruin, about a..... nnnnot exactly healthy relarionship but we vibe <3 anyway! This one is from Leo's perspective, he's doing his best just going with the flow and doing whatever he can to make things feel good and right in their relationship. He's flying blind a bit and doesn't mind being kept in the dark as long as Donnie's there to guide him. My favorite bit is to see "she's got big black bags under her eyes" and point and go "haha donnie".

They both understand that their family, especially their brothers, don't understand their relationship. Not necessarily the whole incest aspect but their dynamic. One of the most repeated lines in the song is "I do it like that because that's the way my baby likes it". This song was also largely chosen for the vibes of the song in general, it's staying up late at night to hang out with one another, it's downtown cities and pizza, it's leather and jean and worn down apartments that are all brown and off-white. It's getting high in a hotel in the middle of nowhere with the movie Holes on in the background.

Now, NEITHER Leo or Donnie are healthy at ALL they are so self destructive. That's where the "i'm getting clean" part comes in, they promise to get better and do better but it's not really... happening. But they're both really committed to one another!

Leo's at a point in this though where he's coming to realize things about himself and how he interacts with the world, caring too much about messing up or dissapointing people that it's severely holding him back from truly living or taking any risks and trying new things, including being a proper leader and opening up to his family.

This next bit I just. I can't explain it in words "I asked for patience, I asked for strength, whether in sickness or in flames. You gave me pleasure, you gave me pain, and then you taught me they're the exact same thing" though I have to admit I've always read that last line as more suggestive when it comes to Leotello and not destructive in their relationship.

LAST BIT. This is also so self explanatory so just: "And you'll always be my girlfriend (I love her) Even after we get married (My love) And no matter how sad I am (I love her) I'm gonna try to make you happy (My love)" they care about one another so much and they can both reluctantly acknowledge that their relationship and who they are at the moment isn't exactly healthy but they have hope for the future and can see themselves getting married and they're going to do everything in their power to make each other happy.

A Heart Full Of Love, Les Miserables:

So this song could be read two ways: One, my initial way where we completely ignore Eponine’s part and turn it into a sweet love song or two, the way my friend tubbo introduced me to where Marius is Leo and Cosette is Usagi with Eponine as Donnie! For those not familiar with Les Mis, Marius and Cosette meet and it’s your classic “love at first sight” however Eponine, who helps Marius find Cosette and meet for this song sequence, is in love with Marius as well. Her love is one sided, claiming “he was never mine to lose” and “why regret what could not be”. She’s known her love is one sided, despite how badly she wishes it wasn’t. Pretty much partial Les Mis au but rottmnt <3

Ruin by The Amazing Devil:

Ruin is very much from both perspectives, that good ol "illusion of confidence (insecure)". Right off the bat we see how they both are convinced they'll bring ruin to the other no matter how hard they try not to. The chorus here talks about how they worked together to build the framwork and support for their relationship. This song could be mid-relationship or post-relationship too with the line "I wish I'd done things different".

"Our mortar was your laughter" could go either ways too, sharing private moments and jokes with one another and being there for each other when things were hard or they were having a bad night. Also, I really don't think I need to explain Joey's line "And I said fewer cos I make jokes to show how broken I really am" it's. So incredibly Leo.

At the very least they've gone THROUGH some shit relationship wise, they feel like they're standing surrounded by the wreckage but they try to play one last tune to see if it still works, one last horrah to see if there's anything they can salvage. And there is, and so they promise to be patient and kind to one another.

This song ends on a hopeful nots for the two, wanting to rebuild what they had brick by brick, promising that tomorrow they'll do things different, they'll be brave, and that it'll be each other that makes them brave.

#txt #asks #leo/don #leo/donnie #leodon #leotello #tcest #turtlecest

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rosiehiddenstreasures · 1 day

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To my Dear Jakey,

You will never see this, but I have to get it all out. My best friend, My Otter, My favorite person who I gave 7 years of my life to, I hope that one day you find the happiness that we once had. I hope that you look at someone the way you once looked at me, and they look at you like I looked at you. I wish for you to find the love that we shared, I might some days feel sad, bitter, frustrated about who we turned out to be, but one thing i will never regret is marrying you.

I was sold the moment I looked up from my camera at the rink and heard you utter " Hey,Coop" we had only been on a few dates, I was still a bit worried about the 3 and a half year age gap and you traveling for work so much, but your smile was all it took for me to fall for you. I remember thinking it didnt matter to me if we werent the same age, or that you traveled and were making a name for yourself in hockey, because in that moment all I wanted was to watch you succeed and play, and make a home with you wherever we were sent to.

You loved me, you loved my past, you loved my family and were always so kind to my mom, and listened when i was sobbing from her harsh words. Never judging me for being broken, for not always loving myself.

Sometimes I try to think about what went wrong, what made us fall apart? Was it the constant time apart as our careers took off? Sometimes I wonder if it was different wants or if we just kept piling it up one by one until everything shattered.

We never officially ended our marriage, neither of us really making an effort to. Usually when people break up, they get divorced, but a year and a half later we have just sort of left it.

You have never been one for emotions, part of the reason we crumbled was i often felt like you were a million miles away. But I keep going back and fourth wondering if we need to pull the plug, we sometimes hook up still, we act like nothing changed, but the truth is nothing between us will ever be the same again, knowing that you are seeing two other people, is harder than i will ever admit. But I have come to the realization that as much as I love and always will love you I need to move forward, I need to give and Receive love. I dont think it is exactly a goodbye, i think its more of a letting each other free. as much as I cant imagine not secretly being Mrs. Otteinger, I also want to be Mrs. Something one day again.

I dont know what I will do, I dont know if I will ever have the guts to go through with it, If i will wait until you get the papers first or if I will do it for us, Once we sign them it will feel like 7 years of love, laughter, tears, arguments, sex, make up sex were just a dream. A dream that long ago ended with a few packed suitcases and a painful goodbye.

I hope you find your best friend, your love of your life, the happiness you should have. I wish you the world, Otter.

Love always,

Coop

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a-buruhamu · 8 days

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Brain Dump 04262024

I think I'm losing it. I almost started crying at work while watching an episode of "911," where people are haunted by the ghosts of the past. It made me think of my ex, who I broke up with 3 years ago. He randomly messages me from time to time. I had many reasons for leaving. My ex, who loved me despite me being closeted, wanted us to live a life on our own. However, I didn't want to deal with us being financially unstable and I felt they were so unprepared to take on the burden with no career or savings. On top of this, I had an overwhelming resentment for how different their experience was compared to mine. They are very social and out person, whereas I could not fathom a life where I was out. I still can't. I'm already 30 and I can't bring myself to chase after the things I want. I gave up so much to protect myself. I gave up love. I gave up happiness. FOR WHAT? I find myself in a job I don't want, with a nonexsitent social life, parents and family pressuring me into a conservative, religious life, a pressure to conform to society's expextations, crippling anxiety and fear, all the things I used to express myself with like music and art gone, a degree I thought I wanted, living alone in an apartment thinking I believed would solve all my problems, that I would feel more free, free to pursue the things I want, but I am just as stuck as I was living in my parents house. I am so unhappy, so alone, so afraid. I'm so upset. I'm mad. Mad at myself for not waking up sooner. Mad at that guy from high school telling me that he had a big crush on me back then in this moment where I find myself at my lowest. Why didn't he tell me sooner? Maybe it would've motivated me to fix my life sooner. What if it was all a iie? What if he was just horny and he just wanted to see what it would be like to fuck that guy he knew in high school? So he can say that he did... God, why are all my emotions suddenly coming out? Is it because I just broke up with my therapist and now I just feel completely alone now? Ugh I'm reliving how alone I felt when I broke up with my boyfriend. I had no one to talk to. No one to tell. Even when I tried to reach out, people thought it'd make me feel better to tell me, "Oh he wasn't worth it anyway. He was a queer weirdo not worth your time; not someone you could bring home to your parents, hypothetically speaking." But I loved him. I loved how much he loved me. He was there when I first dislocated my shoulder; the first of four. I still remember staring at him in the ER. I loved that he was there; that he was mine, that he worried about me. After my injury, I was forever his "Lego boy." It made me so mad and so happy that he called me that. All this to say, I think I'm afraid to let all of the memories go. Although I have no desire to be in a relationship with them again, I think part of me is afraid to move on in fear that it will nullify all the beautiful moments we had together: doordashing together during the pandemic, long summer drives with him as my passenger princess, staring into each other's eyes the first time I dislocated my shoulder and feeling overwhelmingly in love with him, dancing in front of Raley's on Howe Ave alone together on New Year's Eve after smoking hookah with friends, feeling so free holding hands and walking together in the Castro, the several times people have told us we looked like a cute, happy couple, Halloween night sitting at the Castro Coffee Company watching passersby in costumes. Will I have that all with someone new? Can I handle making new memories with someone new? Why is it so hard for me to move on? Why is it so hard to let go? The days where I look back on these memories fondly with no regret seem so far away.

#personal #braindump #journaling #closeted gay

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aryesdanger24 · 2 years

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To my dearest friend,

@bookworm032598-blog, I know you will never read this again because you have passed away....know that you were so precious to me in every way. When I was there for your first chemo treatment, I had hope for you since you were so young...you were only in your early 20s. We had just graduated college together 2 years ago....you had gotten a boyfriend, started your job in the hospitals, worked your ass off for SO LONG....I remember you working till you were exhausted running on coffee and spite so that you could finish college and make enough money to enjoy your hobbies and to read so many books.

Today, this morning, your sister called me to update me....that you had passed away after battling for over a year with your stage 3 stomach cancer.

I miss you already but it still feels like you are there.

I need to write this all down because I truly want to remember you, every part I can.

Your love of Disney, Harry Potter, and "Beauty and Beast". These are things that stuck with me along with our many nights in college when we went to events. Even though you found some of them boring, you stuck with me.

You always called me Al....no one else ever called me that the way you did. I can still hear it being said to me now....I know one day I won't be able to hear your voice anymore in my head, but you were my ride or die bitch. I always said my first tattoo would be of my favorite anime, but yours might be first.

I remember promising to make you a tattoo design of Beauty and the Beast, with elements of mischief. I remember you talking to me one night while you were in pain about if you ever had a wedding dress, what it would look like.

I wish I could have seen you get married with your man. I wish I could have seen you be happier than you were when you could finally get used to your fast paced job and expensive rent.

I remember your long blonde hair that you wish you could grow out but lamented that cancer would never let that happen.

I love you so much it hurts me sometimes to know that me Jacob and you will never go to Hell, Michigan like we had planned to. We had wanted to make a 3 day weekend out of it.

I will never forget how you told me my taco skills were crap and showed me how to successfully remicrowave a burrito. I will always remember how you liked pineapple pizza and how you found any pizza other than Chicago pizza to be subpar.

You were a big part of my college life and after. Our bond always felt special and whenever you needed me to help you move or to just talk, I was ready to be there.

I remember going to your apartment and finishing a Beauty and the Beast puzzle in a large scary thunderstorm, we sat talking about so many things.

Even though I was afraid of storms, you made it better by helping me focus. You were always so considerate that I didn't drink and you were someone I could have a real relationship with. No fake friend niceties or nervousness, just being honest to a fault.

That's what I liked about you, you didn't sugar coat your opinions or blatantly disregard mine. You cared in your own way and made me feel important.

You were the first one to help me dye my hair, we made a mess, it even bleached one of your towels but when it was done we laughed. I looked like a French fry with ketchup. Anytime I dyed my hair in college I went to you because you were so meticulous.

You were so fucking important to me, as a friend, as a family member, as a person, and as cherished partner in crime.

I remember us always going to IHOP at 1am at college and making you a tinder account sorr of against your will, Jacob and I laughing as we made it Harry Potter themed. On there you met a guy and for a while it was going well but it turned off...then you met another guy, I always forget his name...Nate or Jacob or Nick....but you told me something I never thought I'd hear from you.

Even you were surprised when you said, "I think he might be the one Al."

I was so happy for you that life was coming together. Then you texted me you had cancer a few months later, told Jacob and me the chance of survival. Even though it was low, I had hope. I always checked on you though I wish I had done more, watched more things and talked more with you late into the night.

I'm so sorry I wasn't there more for you. You were constantly dealing with pain alone and on nights when you texted me I was there to try and get your mind off it while I worked into the night.

You were worried about a surgery last last monday....you never told me what it was. I think you didn't want to think about it. I wonder if you knew what might happen.

I just wish I had been able to say how much you meant to me in more words.

You always urged me to just do it, to not let my anxiety stop me. Even when I didn't want to hear it, you reminded me why it was important. Even when I heard you were gone, even when I had some warning from your mom that it might turn out this way...

It hurt.

It hurt knowing these memories would never continue.

It hurt knowing that I hadn't seen what cancer had done to you.

It hurts knowing those who you have left behind, even against your will, will be missing you so much. Your sisters, your mother, your father, your family, your friends, and so many more who knew your smart headstrong attitude.

You were amazing and so smart. Honestly, I am lucky to have met you, but even more so, I am lucky to have even had the pleasure of being called your friend.

I will probably keep adding to this post when I have more memories of you, but for now my head hurts from crying so much....it's hard to think.

@james-riley96 if you have any memories, you can share them if you want...it helps me to deal with...everything.

#i miss you #i miss her #i love you #goodbye #i wont forget you

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thecutestlittlebunbunfairy · 2 years

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Easter Bunny

Pairing: Soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Shy!Reader

Summary: Easter Brunch with your folks is always special, but even more so this year...

Word Count: 3400~

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Degradation, Daddy Kink, mentions of religion

You always thought it was kind of funny how your mother said Easter was her favorite holiday. Despite Christmas being Jesus’ birthday.

“Darling,” she always explained. “If it weren’t for Easter, Christmas wouldn’t be special.” And in some way that made sense. You didn’t really mind religion; just always made you feel a bit stuffy. But your mother was an absolute sweetheart. Believing anyone and everyone was deserving of God’s love. And you could at least agree to that.

Thus, every year since as long as you could remember, Easter Sunday Morning church, followed by the best brunch at the Riverside. One of the fancier restaurants in town (3 star at its best) did an exquisite Easter brunch. Talked about all around in the whole county and even a bit up towards Columbus. Anyone who was anyone in town was seen there. The Mayor, some senators. Even the governor once or twice. Your parents loved to go and you did too. When you were younger, it was as much fruit and pancakes as you could eat. Now that you were older, it really was a splendid brunch.

Even once you moved out and got a nice little secretary’s job at a law office in Meade, you still made the half hour drive every April or so to join them. Especially since they always paid.

Today was just like every other Easter. You sat in church for the hour or so. The sermon was all about reawakening and hope and it was rather nice. It helped that after the long months of winner, it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, all the snow and ice was gone. Even the birds seemed to sing along to the hymns. You hummed along, holding your mother’s hand through the whole thing. And you squeezed it just as hard as she squeezed back. Your mother had had a few health scares the last year or so. Nothing that couldn’t be helped, but worrisome all the same. So, you were happy that she was able to be with you.

Afterwards, you drove over in separate cars. You had to be back to work the next day and still had some things to do at your small apartment. Plus, you were able to have a quick cigarette. Your mther always nagged after you to quit but it helped with the stress.

Making your way inside; you three were placed in a lovely booth; your parents on one side, you on the other. You were just wondering about a mimosa when a voice rung out

“Well, if it ain’t the (y/l/n)’s!” You turned to see a man approaching your table. A man indeed. Tall, maybe even more so than your father. A bit chubby around the gut, but he carried himself well. Icy blue eyes seemed to chill the warm air coming in from the outside. He wore a leather jacket over a crisp white shirt and charcoal grey tie. On his jacket was a star.

“Oh, Sherriff Bodecker!” Your dad waved him over before standing up to shake his hand. “(Y/N), you remember we told you Molly got out a few months ago? Lee was the one who found her. Sheriff Bodecker, this is our daughter, (y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? Your folks have talked a lot about you. Is Molly your dog?” He asked. You gave a small smile back. You remembered the day your mother called and told you Molly had gotten out. You called home every day that week until your father told you that she’d been found. And this nice man, this nice strong man, was the one to find her.

“Yes, we got Molly just a few years before I moved out. She was my best friend for a long while. Thank you for saving her.” You said.

“Not a problem, darlin.” He purred.

“Why don’t you join us?” your mother invited him.

“It would be an absolute pleasure. You mind scooching over, sweetheart?” You were a little unsure how to feel. He seemed like a kind and caring person, but you almost got a feeling there was something darker beneath the surface before the eyes. But you found yourself scooching over and he squeezed in next to you.

“So, I’ve heard a lot about you from your parents, (y/n). But what about you?” The sheriff inquired. “What do you think of you?” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to introduce yourself.

“Well, I suppose. I’m a bit of a bookworm, but I like to sew and bake.” You told him, wishing you had something more interesting to say.

“Oh really. Did you make all those pretty pillows and blankets your mama gave me?” Your face heated up.

“She gave you those?” you asked. She’d mentioned she’d passed one or two along to the neighbors.

“Yep, kept me nice and cozy last winter. What do you like to bake, sweetheart?” He asked and you squirmed at the attention.

“Definitely apple crisp; I add just a bit of extra cinnamon, and I soak the apples in a little honey whiskey. Gets a real nice crisp.”

“Sounds absolutely delicious,” His voice was low, and you felt even warmer. He turned his attention back to the menu “What’re y’all thinking of ordering?”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure…maybe a nice omelet?” your mother mused.

“Well, you folks order whatever you want. I’m buying.” He offered and your eyes widened.

“That’s very kind of you, Sheriff.” You said.

“Oh please, darling. Call me Lee.” He insisted, a twinkle in his eye. You gave a small nod in return.

As your eyes roved over the menu, you suddenly decided what sounded perfect right now.

“A stack of French toast, with a little extra syrup,” you told the waitress.

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you make it 2?” Lee requested. Your mother ordered eggs benedict, and your father a T-Bone and eggs.

“I see I’m not the only one with a real sweet tooth. So, your mama says you work as a legal secretary. Nice to meet another enforcer of the law” he gave you a wink and you stammered.

“Oh well, I don’t do anything… enforcing really. Just keep track of clients, pay the electric bill, open the mail.”

“Yeah, but you gotta be real smart to do all that.” On and on it went through brunch. He would pay you little compliments, ask questions, anything he could do to engage you.

You weren’t sure how to feel, no man had ever given this much attention. Especially one as powerful and seemingly well respected as the sheriff. Several times through brunch, some people came up to say hello to the sheriff, and subsequently your parents. Even more subsequently, you. And all through the whole meal, you kept stealing little glances at him. And once or twice, he was staring back at you. The third time you met his eyes, you felt overwhelmed and decided you need to step out for a cigarette.

You were sitting in the backseat of your car, smoking and trying to collect your thoughts. Did the sheriff like you? Surely being the sheriff, he could have any woman in town. Why you?

“Ain’t this a cute little car?” A voice snapped you from your thoughts. You turned and there was the sheriff leaning over your back seat passenger side window

“You alright? You been out here for a while. Your folks wanted me to check on you.” His eyes flicked between you and the cigarette. And a small smirk played at his lips. “Now, what’s a good little girl like you doing smoking?” he teased, hardly giving you time to answer before he opened your passenger door and sat in the seat next to yours.

“Y’know, I’ve heard about these here Volkswagen’s. Guess it’s true what they say, plenty of room in the backseat.” He scooched a little closer towards you, laying one arm on the seat behind you. “You ever sat in the backseat of a car with a boy, darlin?”

“Well…there was once…” you thought back to when Bobby Fischer had you in his truck some night. You didn’t know how it happened. But you only remember bobby jamming his tongue down your throat and fingers up your skirt. He rubbed around inside a little before asking if you’d cum. You’d been so painfully shy in high school that you just nodded. He kissed you back and took you home afterwards.

“Tell me darling, has a boy ever touched you here?” He rested one of his large calloused hands on your thigh. Your brain flashed back to Bobby Fischer and you closed your thighs with a squeak, making him chuckle

“Whatcha thinking, bunny?” Bunny. The name made you squirm and squeeze your thighs together.

“I just…uhm…I dunno.” You bit your lip pensively. His hand rubbed along the inside of your thigh was making you heat up very quickly. You took another puff off your cigarette. As you exhaled, he plucked the thing from your fingers, taking a puff of his own before setting it to rest on the window sill. His brazenness and his steely gaze had your hands wringing.

“I just wasn’t sure…why you would find me worth paying so much attention to.” You squeaked out. And he grinned back, wolfishly.

“Awe my sweet little bunny. Well let’s see. You’re probably one of the prettiest little things I ever laid eyes on. And hearing all your mama’s kind words, I think you’re more than just pretty as an angel. I think you may be one.”

One of his large hands moved over your breasts before moving up to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. His other hand moved up your thighs, moving under your dress. “Now, open these back up for Daddy, little Bunny. I’m not some little boy just looking to rub and run. I’m gunna make you feel real good.”

Feeling him squeeze around your throat made you gasp and open your legs almost involuntarily. His fingers ran up the silk fabric of your panties.

“Aw baby. Look at you being all fancy. Didn’t even know it but you were wearing these for me.” He licked his lips while moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit. “And already so wet. Aren’t you just the most precious thing? Now come sit on daddy’s lap.” The hand between your legs patted his lap, inviting you over. But something gave you pause. You shook your head and he growled.

“That wasn’t a request, little girl. I said, get over here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You still squirmed against him as he pulled you across to straddle him. He gave you a sharp slap to your ass through your dress. “When Daddy tells you to do something, slut, you do it. Am I clear?” He slapped your ass again and tears formed in your eyes.

“Lee please…wait….” You whimpered, suddenly feeling very flustered and unsure. He leaned back and his eyes raked over you. “I just…uhm…why do you…?” you wanted to ask so many things but your mind was a haze of new found attention, lust and fear.

“Why do you…why do you say those things? And why do you wanna make me feel good?” you asked, clutching at his chest beneath his shirt. His thumb and forefinger held your chin, making you stare into those steel blue eyes. His lips curled up into a dangerous smirk.

“Such a cute dumb little baby, don’t even know what you want. The question you should be asking is why is your little pussy getting so wet from those things, huh?” He purred. He bucked his hips just a little so you could feel his cock through his pants. The size had you a little worried. One of your girlfriends in college had snuck you one of her “special toys” and you used it once or twice, but it didn’t feel near as big as what you could feel underneath you. “But don’t you worry darling. Daddy is going to take good care of what’s his.” The hand that had been fondling you through your panties undid his fly. “Pull your panties aside, baby.” You bit your lip in pause. You knew what was going to happen, but the thought still made you nervous. The hand holding your chin wrapped around your neck, squeezing harder than before.

“Now you listen here. I got no problem cuffing your hands back and taking what I want all on my own. But I’m giving you a chance to my good girl, and I’ll take real good care of you. You can be my pretty little housewife, raise my pretty little kids,” Lee offered. Then, he met your eyes and you could see his gaze soften a bit. "And besides, think of how proud your mama will be. You on the sheriff’s arm." Those words stuck in your heart. You, on the sheriff’s arm? Your mama would be so happy. After so much pain and strife through her health crisis, you wanted to make her happy more than anything in the world. You nodded.

“Yes Lee. Alright.” You were rewarded with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“Such a good little girl. But you gotta call me daddy, understood?” You paused for a moment before nodding again

“Yes, daddy.” You surrendered, moving your hands down his chest, feeling how strong he was and you bit your lip. As your hands moved between your legs, you looked down for the first time and saw his cock. Definitely bigger than the toys. You gulped nervously and Lee chuckled.

“Don’t you worry, little bunny. Daddy’ll make it fit so you can bounce up down on his big cock. Why don’t you rub your little clit for me? I know you’re soaked, but I want your pussy absolutely dripping for me.” Doing as he said, you pulled your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit back and forth slowly, teasing yourself.

“Look at my good little slut, touching her pussy for daddy. You been thinking about me all morning, haven’t you? I saw you looking at me.” His words mixed with the pleasure of rubbing your clit had you breathing heavier. “You looked real pretty in that there church. Especially from behind. My good little bunny. I can smell how wet your little pussy is. You must really want daddy’s big fat cock in you, filling you up. Don’t ya?” He growled. You could only nod in response as you felt cock against you.

“Such a dumb bunny. My dumb cockhungry bunny.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Tell me what a naughty little whore you are.” He ordered.

“I’m...I’m a little whore, daddy.” You panted out.

“Yeah, you are. You like that baby? You like being my little slutty bunny?” You felt the head of his cock push in you and your back arched, pressing your chest against his.

“Fuck, such a pretty little baby I got myself. Gunna lay you out on my bed. Fill you with my cock over and over again til you’re all round with my babies.” His cock stretched you, making you feel like you’d split in two. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched around him in pleasure. “You like when I’m mean to you? Or when I press little kisses to your lips.” He did as he described and while his face was still close to yours, he squeezed your throat and said “Or maybe, maybe you like both. You wanna pretend you’re all quiet and innocent, but deep down you like being told what a little dumb bunny you are.” He pressed his lips to yours fiercely before thrusting the rest of his cock up into you, making you gasp that turned into a whine. He started rocking his hips, making you bounce up and down.

“Fuck darling, can feel that tight little pussy clenching around me. I don’t know how long I can last…” he threatened, his hand squeezing your throat, spots forming in your vision. “Want you to cum for me, cum so hard. You’re mine now bunny, all mine.” He growled and kisses you deeply. He thrusted his hips up harder and faster, and your mind went blank with nothing but pleasure. “You needed this bunny. Needed Daddy to take you, make you his. Gunna look so pretty on my arm. My perfect little angel.” He murmured. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and moved you faster.

“Fuck your pussy is so perfect babygirl. Gunna fuck you every damn day everywhere I can. Gunna have you cum all over my tongue. I can’t wait to taste you bunny. You getting close, bunny?” Words failed you at the moment. The best you could do was nod with a whine as your climax got closer and closer.

“You must be close if I fucked you so stupid you can talk. My whiny needy baby. Can feel your pussy squeezing the life outta my dick. I want you to cum for me, bunny. Cum and show me who you belong to.” A few more thrusts and you did as he told you.

Your eyes screwed shut and you saw stars as you rode him through your orgasm. And as you bounced up and down, you felt him cumming in you, filling you up, just like he promised. You slowed to a halt before collapsing against his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy and the warm spring air felt even hotter. Lee’s big strong arms wrapped around you and softly rubbed your back. The tenderness of the gesture shocked you and you looked up at him.

“Lee… did you…did you really mean all that? Wanting me to be yours, on your arm and everything?” you asked, scared that this hot passionate moment would be nothing more. He smirked. “Depends what you mean, sweetheart. All that nice stuff about being my girl? Or that stuff ‘bout being my little fuckbunny?” You stammered a moment, your mind still in a post orgasmic haze. But Lee only chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Course I meant it darling. You’re all mine now. Mine to cherish…and mine to fuck.” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “And I definitely meant it when I told you to call me Daddy.” He added in a growl. “Now we’re going to go back in there, and I’m going to go in there and tell your folks about your brand-new job as my little secretary. We’ll give it a month or so, and we’ll get hitched. Especially before you start to show.” He ended that with a wink and you felt your face heat up. You’d never given much thought to children. But Lee seemed a good enough man as any to have them.

“But you gotta promise to be my good little bunny, okay? Especially gotta bake me some of that delicious apple crisp, okay sugar?” He added with a wink.

“Yes daddy.” You smiled back, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. But a sense of relief and comfort washed over you.

The two of you adjusted and straightened yourselves. You both took a hit from the cigarette before making your way back inside.

“Sorry about that, folks.” Lee spoke up. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Not to worry, Lee.” Your mother responded before pausing. “(y/n) were you smoking? You told me you quit.” But before you could stammer an excuse, Lee spoke up again.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. (y/l/n), that was me. I quit drinking a while back but took up smoking. I’ve been trying to cut down though. Guess (y/n) must’ve caught a bit of me while we were outside talking.”

“Oh, what’d you two talk about?” your father asked.

“Well, I’m happy to announce I have some news. Our secretary Gertrude is retiring next month to be with her grandkids. But I’d like to announce I also just offered your daughter a job. She’ll be moving back home.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” your mother cried, standing up to hug you tight. Your father shook Lee’s hand in congratulations.

As your mother hugged you, she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” And those words solidified the decision in your mind. Everyone sat back down and brunch continued.

Under the table, Lee took your hand and gave it a squeeze. And you found yourself squeezing back.

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The Return of an Empress | 07

Title: The Return of an Empress

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut (Later on), Slow burn

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Word count: ~9k

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

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In the 380th imperial year, on June 9th, two days after the nobles were caught red-handed and thus apprehended, was the day of the largest massacre of high nobility in the history of the empire.

At 8 am in the morning, a total of 18 of some of the most well-known and influential nobles of the empire were executed by the city plaza.

With tired steps, you trudge inside your bedroom, immediately falling onto the comfort of your bed. You let out an exasperated sigh, tossing your head back until it rests on a nearby pillow. Despite getting rid of the duke and the rest of the nobles, you can’t help but still feel a sense of unease and tension. Would the original empress make the same decision? You don’t know the answer, but what you do know, is that you’ll most likely be haunted by the cries and screams of those who lost their lives today for the rest of your life.

It’s one thing to actually read of the graphic murders and deaths that occurred in the novel, it’s a whole different story when you actually experience and see first hand how gruesome the public executions truly were. Back in your world, you’ve never witnessed anyone’s death before, as it was the 21st century, public executions were prohibited decades ago. But suddenly you had to endure an entire morning witnessing the horrifying deaths of 18 people as their heads detached from their body, a large pool of blood staining the once clean pavement.

You weren’t keen on torturing people, so you were merciful in the sense that you chose to execute them through a beheading, with a fresh and sharpened axe to be exact. In this world, beheadings, although gruesome and bloody, were seen as the most ‘humane’ form of execution as the deed would be done in one swift motion, a painless execution to some extent.

You remember hearing many of the nobles and commoners who attended the public executions express their disappointment at your choice, thinking you were being much too kind considering the heinous crime they committed. Despite their disappointment, they were slightly relieved over your choice, many were still skeptical over the empress’s supposed changed behavior, but seeing you wince and grimace at each beheading finally convinced them otherwise.

News spread like wildfire around the empire about what had occurred at the party, news articles being published nearly a day later. The most popular topic of course being the Grand Duke himself drugging the empress, and so countless of nobles all around the empire scurried to watch the spectacle. Thus, the grand finale of the execution came when former Grand Duke, Lee Joong-Gu finally stepped forward.

Many people had looked at him in disgust, throwing rotten fruits and vegetables his way and cursed out his name. The entire time, he wore a solemn expression as he kneels down without complaint unlike the rest of the criminals who wailed pathetically until their last breath.

You remember that in the midst of it all, he had looked up at you, your eyes instantly locking with one another, and you swear from where you stood, you saw a hint of remorse and guilt in his face. Your mind reeling as he tearfully mouths ‘I’m sorry’ to you, but before you could even react any further, the axe gets raised in the air and in the next second is swung down with much force. His head rolling down the pavement as the cheers of the crowd rang out excitedly at the gruesome sight.

However, the cheers seem to fade from your ears as all you can focus on is the dukes rolling head. And somehow it stops, facing in your direction, empty eyes that were once so full of life, ingraining themselves in your memory forever. You blink away the tears forming in your eyes, confused as to why your body was reacting like this. You flinch as you stare at his body slumped over, but your view gets blocked when Jungkook steps in front of you.

The entire morning, Jungkook and Taehyung have been right beside you, acting as your escorts as you had requested. Always attempting to block your view when they noticed your grim and disgusted expressions at each beheading. Jin and Namjoon were also present, but they stood a few meters away from you, ensuring that the executions ran as quickly and smoothly as possible. Hoseok was present as well, but as the general, he was in charge of security and surveying the city plaza, prioritizing your safety over everything else.

The only ones who hadn’t shown up were Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi, you had expected, though you had a glimmer of hope that he would make an appearance, but Jimin? You thought he would come to greet you after the party, but you haven’t seen him since he left you by the ballroom doors. You were extremely worried, thinking something bad had happened to him, but Namjoon reassured you that he was fine as he had ran into him the other day. He further informs you that Jimin wasn’t feeling good, which explains his sudden absence. Though you remained unconvinced, you choose to give Jimin his needed space, thinking it would be better for him to come to you when he was ready.

When the executions were over you stood up from your seat, ready to leave the area in a hurry as the overwhelming stench of blood nearly made you puke on the spot. But suddenly you heard loud cheers as everyone directed their attention to you, “All Hail Empress Y/n!” many of them yelled out, grinning at you as they praised your actions.

You hadn’t expected to be well received so quickly, since less than a week ago, some of these same people trembled in fear over your presence. You send them a charming smile to express your gratitude, but this only seemed to ignite something in them as they seemingly cheered your name even more.

Despite the cheering, all you wanted to do was go back to the palace and rest. So here you are, groaning as you lay flat on the spacious bed. You feel the bed dip slightly to your left, prompting you to open your eyes to see Jungkook looking down at you with a small smile. “How are you feeling?” he reaches his hand out to gently brush a strand of hair in front of your face.

“Absolutely exhausted,” you let out a groan, closing your eyes once more. And you weren’t only talking about the past few days. It seemed that you were never truly able to catch a break the moment you arrived in this world. You can’t even imagine the amount of work the past empress had to endure.

Taehyung, having found comfort in your couch situated in the middle of your grand bedroom, hums at that, “Mentally or physically exhausted?”

You scoff before letting out a yawn, “Both.”

Jungkook nods as he moves his hand away from your face to lazily trace shapes on the palm of your hand, “I'm sorry to hear that your majesty,” he replies, sending you a pitiful look, as he notices traces of stress and exhaustion written on your face.

Still with your eyes closed, you rest for a moment, “It’s fine. This is my duty as the empress.”

Jungkook nods, “I understand, but before you’re an empress, you’re a human. You need to rest, your majesty,” he says, concern laced in his voice as he continues tracing odd shapes on your palm.

Though after a while, you’ve come to the realization that rather than shapes, he was actually tracing your name on your skin.

You open your eyes to stare at Jungkook who was too distracted writing your name to pay attention to your gaze. You just stare when a sudden thought crosses your mind, “Hey Jungkook, can you try calling me by my name?”

Jungkook seems to freeze in his spot, his hand stopping right above yours as he stares at you with wide eyes, “Pardon?” this seems to gain Taehyung's attention as well when you see him from the corner of your eye snap his head instantly in your direction.

You shrug, sitting straight up now facing him. Both your faces nearly inches apart that Jungkook instantly blushes and shifts a bit further away from you to calm his racing heart, though you take that gesture as discomfort instead, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”

Jungkook stutters as he waves his arms in front of his face in an ‘X’ shape motion, “N-No, It’s not that I don't want to… but why are you suddenly asking that of me?” Both Jungkook and Taehyung stare at you in a mixture of confusion and interest since they haven’t addressed the empress by her name in nearly 3 years. Not after she had scolded the both of them until they complied to her wishes.

“I figured we might as well go back to our old ways you know?” you suggest, but after taking in their shocked reactions you quickly add, “Of course if you’re uncomfortable with my request then I don’t want to force you to do anything. But I do give you permission to call me by my name when it’s just us.”

Jungkook turns his head to Taehyung as they look at each other wearily, as if doubting your words and thinking this was all just one big test. He hesitantly turns back to you, “Is that truly alright?” he asks while fidgeting nervously with his hand.

“Of course it is,” you smile reassuringly, your eyes staring at him in anticipation, “will you?” You ask, you try to hide your excitement in order to not pressure him, but who were you kidding, it’s practically written on your face.

Jungkook’s lips curve upward slightly as he couldn’t deny your request, especially when your golden eyes shined brightly at him, “Yes…. Y/n…” though he had said it in a shy whisper, you still heard him loud and clear. You didn’t think hearing your name come out of his mouth would affect you so much but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling widely. It’s times like these that you’re extremely grateful for sharing the same name as the old empress.

“Woah that’s not fair,” you turn your head to find Taehyung with his arms crossed, playfully glaring at you both, “why does he get special treatment and I don't?”

You chuckle as Taehyung's pout reminds you of a child who got their toy taken away and wants it back. Your amusement grows even more as you sit back and watch Jungkook be equally as childish when he sticks his tongue out at the older knight. And Taehyung, the ever mature knight, mimics his actions in return.

You grin at the older knight, wanting nothing more than to ruffle his hair, “this applies to you as well Taehyung.”

Taehyung finally turns to you after seemingly having a contest with Jungkook on who can contort their face in a mocking way better, “thank you… Y/n,” he replies softly with a gentle smile now on his face.

They’ll admit, addressing you by your name sounded strange coming out their mouth, but they couldn’t deny the nostalgic and warm feeling in their chest when they finally did. And your smile definitely brightened their day even more.

“Y/n.” you hear Jungkook call out softly, though he flinches when he gains your attention.

You furrow your eyes in confusion at his odd reaction, “Yes?”

You notice his cheeks glow with a tint of red, “Sorry, it’s nothing. I just wanted to say your name in front of you,” the ending of his sentence becoming a soft whisper as he was embarrassed to have been caught by you. But he should’ve known better than to believe your ears wouldn’t catch him.

You have to mentally slap yourself to stay calm and composed as to not squeal in delight to embarrass him further. So to spare him, you fight back a giggle as you beam back at him, “you’re more than welcome to call me by my name anytime you want Jungkook.” Gaining a wide smile from him in return.

“Y/n?” Taehyung suddenly calls out, causing you to face him now. Though he chuckles at your raised brow, “I’m not just calling out your name, I genuinely have a question.” You chuckle right back, nodding your head, gesturing to him to ask his question. “Are you still feeling sick?” You understand he wasn’t referring to earlier, rather he was talking about your symptoms from withdrawal.

Thankfully after properly taking medication daily or as suggested by the royal physician, you’ve been experiencing a lot less symptoms as the days go by. Joy reminding and ensuring that you actually took them definitely helped with the process.

You nod sending him a soft smile, “no, I’ve been feeling a lot better nowadays. Though, I’ll admit I kind of want to throw up. But I’m pretty sure the main perpetrator to that is the blood.” Despite having left the plaza awhile ago, you seemingly couldn’t get rid of the stench of blood in your nose. Even just the thought of it makes you involuntarily gag.

Jungkook softly chuckles, “from being in countless battles, you’d think you’d get used to the sight of blood,” he jokes with a teasing glint in his eyes as he grew bold enough to hold your hand after tracing on it for so long.

You stare down at your joined hands, his large ones nearly covering yours completely. You feel him squeeze your hand lightly prompting you to look up at his mischievous grin as he caught you staring. You playfully roll your eyes, “it’s been awhile, alright, I forgot,” you grumble.

Though Taehyung hums at that as leans his head back on the soft cushions of the couch, “you seem to be using that excuse quite often,” he mutters, not looking you in the eye, but instead choosing to stare out your window.

At his statement, you gulp nervously. You immediately take note from the corner of your eyes the prying look of Jungkook as his hold on your hand seems to tighten.

But before you could come up with yet another excuse, you hear a knock at your door. Someone was definitely looking out for you as you had no idea how to respond without you being even more suspicious than before.

You sit up straight, briefly glancing at your knights who refuse to look you in the eye before calling out, “come in.” You quickly let go of Jungkook’s hand causing the boy to snap his head in your direction before his shoulders seemingly drop. Though he doesn’t say anything more as the doors to your bedroom open wide.

Soon enough, the double doors reveal Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin. They bow out of respect before briefly making eye contact with Jungkook and Taehyung, to which they send a curt nod, acknowledging each other’s presence.

For some reason, you felt a shift in the air as the three men stepped into the room. As if they were... hostile? But that doesn’t make sense, you question. Shouldn't they be on good terms with each other? You thought, but you were so wrong when you could feel the tension around you. Something unspoken between the five males.

You understand that you haven’t known these men for long, but even you could tell that there was a sudden shift in their relationship. You saw it in the ballroom and now your suspicions are confirmed when you observe their body language in front of you.

After many moments of silence, Namjoon finally turns his attention to you, “more of those journalists keep requesting for your time your majesty,” he reports, only now do you notice his tired eyes. He must’ve been dealing with those journalists since he got back, and from what you know, they’re almost as ruthless as those in high society.

But before you could respond, you hear Taehyung let out an annoyed groan from where he sat, “They bombarded her all throughout the morning, can’t they give her a break?” he scowls when turning his head out the window as he caught a glimpse of those pesky reporters from the border of the palace walls. Their cameras steadily aimed at the palace, hoping to capture a lucky shot of the empress.

“It’s alright, I can handle them,” you reply, having already mentally and physically prepared yourself for this since you knew this would be a hot topic in the empire. A topic that the reporters wouldn’t let go of until they were satisfied. But just as you were about to stand from the comfort of your bed, you feel a hand gently rest on your shoulder, prompting you to turn and find Jungkook staring at you in concern.

“Y/n, you need to rest,” Jungkook says softly, “you truly did look sick early, maybe it's from withdrawals or maybe it's from the blood, who knows, but I think it’s best you rest for the day.” You knew it would be hard to go against Jungkook, especially when he had that determined look in his eyes. Though that wasn’t what everyone else was thinking as his statement piqued their interest.

“Y/n?” Jin questions loudly. He had thought he was hearing things, but by the looks on Namjoons and Hoseok's faces, he indeed did hear correctly. Jungkook had addressed you by your name.

The boy blushes, not having realized he had blurted out your name in front of them. But before he could explain himself, Taehyung beat him to it.

“Y/n gave us permission to call her by her name,” he boasts with his head held high as if he was bragging about some great achievement he got. Which in a way, it kind of was.

Hoseok raises his brow as he turns to look at you now, “may I know why?”

You clear your throat, “well, when I got rid of the alcohol and drugs in my system, I wanted to make things right and go back to how they were before. So I gave them permission to address me by my name like old times,” you reply confidently, having already prepared an answer for this question long ago.

Though after some time, Hoseok’s blank face shifts, “I see,” he replies with a smile, but you knew better than to trust that, you knew hidden in that expression was a man that still had doubts despite witnessing the downfall of the nobles before his own eyes. You had thought Namjoon would be the one you needed to be careful of, but it seems you were wrong in that sense as you become anxious at Hoseok’s judging stare.

Jin clears his throat, an attempt to get rid of the growing tension in the room, “we also came to discuss plans regarding the property of the nobles as well as what's to come with their families and who would be the ones to take their positions,” he pauses before nodding his head in Hoseok’s direction, “we brought along Hoseok in case military services were needed.”

You nod, though you couldn’t help but wonder, “Where’s Yoongi?”

Jin stills for a moment before tilting his head, visibly confused from your question, “why are you suddenly asking for him?”

Now it’s your turn to be confused as you furrow your eyebrows, “Because he’s also one of my advisors,” you answer as if it was obvious.

As if sensing your confusion, Namjoon responds, “pardon our rudeness, your majesty. You just don’t normally call on him for these types of things.”

Now you’re even more confused than before, “I don’t?”

Namjoon nods his head in confirmation, “I believe it’s because he’s not from nobility, that it may hinder and influence his judgment on these types of cases,” he explains in the nicest way possible.

Dumbfounded, you remain seated on your bed, “I see,” is all you could utter. You knew that out of the 8 of you, the only ones who came from nobility were Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok. Their families were one of the few nobles who secretly opposed the former emperor, which made it easy for the main character to gain their support in the rebellion. There’s no doubt that Hoseok’s military family, Namjoon’s intelligence, and Jin’s abundant wealth, had an immense influence on the success of the rebellion.

Of course that’s not to say that the others are any less important. Jungkook and Taehyung were among the best of the best in terms of strength and fighting, not to mention Jimin being an ace when it came to agility and swiftness. They had the skills to go against opponents 10 times their size, and yet somehow win. The three were known to be the best fighters in the empire, after the empress herself of course. Afterall, they learned everything they knew from her.

Yoongi on the other hand, proved himself to be worthy to stand by the empress’s side as an advisor due to the fact that when it came to forming tactics, he always had the perfect plan to go along with every scenario. Much of the rebellion's success was derived from the various attack plans that Yoongi came up with.

He also knows how to handle her the best out of them all. He knows how to approach her when she gets mad or upset. And he is one of the few people who isn’t afraid to go against her if he needs to, only with her and the empire’s best intentions in his mind.

But when it came to politics, Yoongi had a harder time due to the fact that he was just a village boy who didn’t receive the same amount of education as Namjoon or Jin. Granted neither did Y/n, having been born from the same village, but she was so determined to become the empress that she worked strenuously day in and day out in order to fit the role. Having Namjoon as her teacher definitely helped the process run smoothly.

Sure Yoongi isn’t as book smart as Namjoon, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t smart at all. You know that despite things being said about him, his words and inputs at national council meetings have proven to be of great help to the empress and the empire in the past.

And so without another word, you stand up from your bed with a newfound determination.

Jungkook and Taehyung eye you in concern. “Y/n?” Jungkook asks, reaching out to hold your hand, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“I’m going to go and personally find Yoongi. Regardless of our differences, he’s still my advisor, and his presence is just as important as every single one of you.” You feel Jungkook loosen his grip on you, allowing you to slip away from his grasp.

“Shall we escort you there?” Jungkook asks tentatively, while Taehyung had already stood up, prepared to follow you on your command.

But instead, you shake your head, “Considering what transpired last time, I don’t think it’d be wise to bring either one of you two along,” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck while Taehyung turns away as they’re both suddenly reminded of the way they had behaved towards Yoongi. Although they were opposed to the idea of you going alone, they couldn’t argue with your statement, since even they don’t know how they would react if they were in each other's presence again.

“I’ll accompany her majesty,” Hoseok suddenly speaks up with a raised hand, resulting in everyone turning their heads in his direction, “I think it should only be fair after all,” he pouts, lowering his hand to cross both his arms across his chest.

Namjoon raises a brow at his claim, “Fair?”

Hoseok nods as he accusingly points at every man in the room other than himself, “Every single one of you have spent more time with her than me, that's why I think it’s only fair if I escort her,” he declares with a puff of his chest.

Taehyung scoffs at him, “Can you blame us? We’re her escorts, of course we’re going to spend more time with her,” he fights back a roll of his eyes due to Hoseok being of a higher rank than him.

“Exactly, so I hope you don’t mind me stealing your ‘Y/n’ for the time being,” and before you could even utter a word, Hoseok strides towards you, reaching for your arm and practically begins dragging you out the room, “see you boys later!”

Jin shakes his head disapprovingly as he watches Hoseok roughly pull you, “would you be more careful with her majesty!”

Hoseok scoffs, “She’s not weak,” he responds as he turns around abruptly, your chest nearly colliding with his if it weren’t for his arms steadying you.

“I agree, but she’s also not a ragdoll that you could just push around as you please,” Jin snaps back at him, eyes narrowing at the grip on your arm.

Namjoon nods his head at this, “Indeed. Be more gentle Hoseok,” he warns sternly as he shifts his body towards the both of you intimidatingly.

And you don’t even need to turn around to know Jungkook and Taehyung were both shooting daggers at the general.

Hoseok sighs and finally lets go of you with his arms raised above his head in defeat, “alright alright I get it. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Though the men in the room only stare at him with unconvinced expressions as he smiles innocently right back.

You stifle a laugh at their reactions and begin to turn to leave, “we’ll be leaving then,” at this you turn to stare at each one of them, “while I’m gone. Behave.”

Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms as he plops back down on your couch, “We’re not children Y/n.” But his pout tells you otherwise.

The corners of your lips quirk upward in amusement, “could’ve fooled me.”

He turns to you with an offended expression, mouth wide open and before he could give you a piece of his mind, you scurry out the door with Hoseok tailing right behind you.

“Y/n!” You hear Taehyung’s voice yells out as he appears by the doorway in a matter of seconds.

You turn around and almost laugh at his dumbfounded expression. Though, you nearly trip over your own two feet if it weren’t for Hoseok skillfully reaching out and steadying you. You quickly thank him before looking back towards your door to now find the rest of the men staring back at you.

“We’ll set up a proper meeting tomorrow! See you boys then!” You call out before you’re reaching for Hoseok’s hand. He widens his eyes for a moment staring down at your joined hands before he feels you pull on him in the direction you were running to.

You could still hear their protests coming from your bedroom as both you and Hoseok run away. But Hoseok can’t help but be more focused on your angelic laughter over everything else.

“So what did the general want to talk to me about so badly that he wanted us to be alone?” you say finally after creating a fair enough distance from your bedroom.

From the corner of your eye, you see him smirk, “What makes her majesty think I had ulterior motives?” he asks innocently, his pace matching with yours as you both walk down the quiet halls.

You shake your head with a smile, “because you’re Hoseok,” you reply with a teasing glint in your eye.

Hoseok lets out an offended noise as he dramatically brings his hand to his chest, “That hurts your majesty,” he pouts, “couldn’t I have just wanted to spend some time with you?”

You laugh at this, “Sure, but you and I both know that that’s not the case,” your mouth forming a smile, an attempt to show him you meant no harm.

Hoseok finally lets the innocent facade fall as a smirk begins to form on his face, “Our empress sure has a sharp mind,” you hum in reply, prompting him to continue speaking, “you’re right, I did want to talk to you.”

Though after some time walking in silence, he speaks up again, “But I had nothing in particular to talk to you about, I just wanted to see for myself whether you had truly changed or not,” he responds bluntly.

“Your verdict?” you question with your arms behind your back, a carefree aura surrounding you.

“Hard to tell for now,” he teases with a wink in your direction, “however, something tells me it won’t be long before I give you my answer your majesty.”

“Well let’s hope it’s an answer we both will like,” a wide optimistic grin now on your face.

Hoseok stares down at you, giving you a small smile in return, “Yes, let’s hope.”

You two don’t speak for a while, though you can’t say it was awkward. There was a comfortable air between the two of you that you actually didn’t mind walking together in silence. You took this moment to look around the scenery, admiring the window view as you don’t really have much time to do that since Taehyung, Jungkook and even Jimin would often preoccupy your attention, not that you were complaining about their company, you rather enjoyed talking to them. But you can’t help but be grateful for this moment to yourself. So for the time being, you just look out the window, little did you know, Hoseok was staring right at you.

Hoseok couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight glows on your skin as if you were an ethereal being. Even the slight quirk of your lips mesmerizes him as he watches you bask in the sunlight. A picture perfect moment that he desperately tries to ingrain in his mind.

“You know, you’re more than welcome to address me by my name as well Hoseok,” you suddenly speak out, turning your head causing the male to widen his eyes momentarily at your abrupt attention.

But Hoseok’s eyes soften, giving you a small smile before turning his head straight in front of him yet again, “I’ll keep that in mind... thank you.”

Neither of you speak again after that, just enjoying each other's company in silence. And after everything that you’ve been through, you didn’t realize that this was exactly what you needed.

“Hey Yoongs”

The man hums, his eyes closed as he lays comfortably against the grass right beside Y/n.

“You’ll be with me forever right?” the young girl speaks up after some time.

At this, Yoongi opens his eyes as he stares at the far away look in her eyes, “Of course Y/n, where else would I go?” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “why do you ask?”

She shrugs looking straight up at the passing clouds, “just making sure,” the wind softly breezing against her hair.

Yoongi nervously laughs as he turns away from her, “Sorry, but it’s gonna take a lot more for you to get rid of me,” Y/n chuckles at this causing the corners of his lips to curve upward at the sound. “Unless I got it all wrong. You’re not trying to run away from me once you become empress are you?” he questions with a teasing tone. Though he had a smile on his face, he couldn’t deny the feeling of anxiety at the possibility of her leaving him.

She scoffs before turning away, “Of course not, what would I do without you nagging me all the time, you’re practically my brother at this point.”

Yoongi feels a pang go across his heart as he faces away from her, “... right… you just see me as a brother huh,” he mumbles, more so to himself but she could still slightly hear him.

She tilts her head in his direction, “hm?”

Though he just shakes his head, “Nevermind,” now sporting a more cheerful expression as he nudges her shoulder playfully, “so suddenly I’m your brother huh?”

She nods her head, turning away from him, focusing her attention back to the sky, “Of course you are, what else would you be?” she genuinely asks.

Yoongi stills for a moment before responding with a long sigh, “Nothing,” he pauses, watching the clouds pass by both him and her as they lay on the grass in peace, “absolutely nothing.”

“Her majesty told me about it and left the job to me,” Jin responds in a tired voice as he lets out a sigh. If he had known accepting the empress’s orders would lead to this, he would’ve never done so in the first place. Because not only does he need to deal with a pile of work, but also a very pissed off Yoongi.

“Why would she give you all the work and not me?” Yoongi asks, tone slightly offended and irritated.

“I don’t know Yoongi, why don’t you just ask her yourself,” Jin replies tiredly as he massages his temple at his growing headache. It’s not that he wanted to get rid of Yoongi, but because he himself couldn’t provide him an answer to his question. He too couldn't understand why Y/n would give him all the work instead of him, frankly he wishes she would divide up the work evenly but alas, that doesn’t seem to be the case as every inch of his desk is nearly covered in piles of documents.

Yoongi lets out a huff of air before standing abruptly. Jin stares at him and widens his eyes when he notices that he’s about to leave. Nervously he stands from his seat as well, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to ask her myself,” Yoongi replies as if it was the most obvious answer, his hand reaching for the door handle.

Jin gasps, “I wasn’t being serious!” he moves around his desk to grab hold of the advisor.

But Yoongi shakes his head, stepping back from his reach, “I know you weren’t, but you’re right. If I want change to happen, I need to go to her myself,” he watches concern wash over the older male before placing a hand on his shoulder, “don’t worry, I won’t lose my cool,” he says in an attempt to reassure him.

Though both Yoongi and Jin knew he was lying. He was just telling him what he wanted to hear. Jin wanted to stop him, but in the end, he lets it go since he knows that once Yoongi’s got his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to get him out of it, ”fine, but I don’t want to hear about you getting sent to the dungeons again Yoongi.”

Though Yoongi only chuckles, “I won’t get angry, don’t stress about.”

And boy was he wrong, because it hasn’t even been 10 minutes that he walked into her office until hell broke loose.

“Just let them handle it Yoongi, why are you so upset, I’ve given you plenty of work before,” she barks angrily.

“I’m upset, because you never give me the same amount of work as them!” He snaps back at her, tone equally as harsh.

She nearly growls at his attitude, “Would you relax Yoongi, it’s just pieces of paper! If I had known you’d get so fucking irritated over it I would’ve sent the entire pile to you if that’s what you really wanted!”

That’s not what he wanted. He wanted her attention, her trust, he wanted to be the first person she sought out when she needed help.

He wanted her.

“Y/n-” he gets interrupted when Y/n grabs a pile of documents and throws it in the air in front of him. He watches as the pieces of paper float down everywhere in the room, making it look as if a tornado wrecked havoc in the area.

“Here! Just do it all for all I care, they’re just damn pieces of papers anyway,” Y/n growls tiredly. Yoongi could not have come at the worst time. Not only did she have to deal with a raging headache, but now her own advisor was yelling in her face far too early in the morning for it to be tolerable.

She could feel her head ringing at the volume of his voice, but when she told him to leave as she wasn’t in the best mood to argue, he kept refusing stubbornly, insisting she listen to his complaints because apparently what he needed to say was so important to go against her orders. And so when she realized his important reasoning was because he was upset over his workload, her anger only rose from there.

With her already sour mood, him snapping back at her surely didn’t help his case either.

“I have way too much shit to deal with right now, don’t add onto it Yoongi,” she spats loudly, the piles of paper covering nearly the entirety of the floor around them.

His shoulder drops, finally coming to terms with everything as he stared into the once cheerful eyes narrow dangerously into tiny slits.

The girl before him, was never and will never be his.

For the past few days, Yoongi had been actively avoiding not only you, but everyone else. No matter how hard they tried, neither Namjoon or Jin could reach out to him. It was almost as if Yoongi somehow knew just when and where everyone would be to successfully avoid them.

In the beginning of the empresses reign, no one took him seriously because he wasn’t from noble descent like Namjoon and Jin. when they would attend national council meetings, no one spoke directly to him as if his previous status of a commoner was still intact. And so he had to put on this whole ruthless persona for people to show an ounce of respect for him. He had to exert more effort to prove to everyone that he was equally as worthy as the other two advisors. That he was capable of doing the same amount of work, even if he didn't receive the same strenuous education as them.

And because of the comparison between him and the other two advisors, insecurities were born and shattered his mind.

So seeing you put your trust in Jin and Namjoon hurt him a lot more than he would like to admit. The fact that they both knew and yet you hadn’t brought it up with him once was like a shot to his heart.

And yet throughout his time spent alone, Taehyung's voice echoes in his mind.

“When was the last time you ever treated her as one of her advisors? When have you ever truly cared for her majesty?”

He groans out of frustration at the entire situation. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he was right. When was the last time he treated her with respect. Even though the rest of the boys joined the rebellion with him, never once did they blatantly disrespect the empress the way he did.

And with the current situation, he doesn’t even think he deserves his position of advisor anymore. Never in his life did he imagine that someone was drugging the empress. All this time, he’s been bitterly blaming the empress about the current condition of the empire when in reality, it wasn’t even her fault. He pushed her away when she needed him the most. When she was suffering he unknowingly made things worse. And because of that, he doesn’t even know if he has the courage to face the empress ever again.

Yoongi freezes when he hears a tentative knock at his door. Slowly, he raises his head from his hands before responding in a loud tired voice, “who is it?” ready to curse out the person on the other side of the door.

“It’s me hyung.”

Yoongi widens his eyes at the familiar voice that he can’t help but rise from his seat. He carefully walks over and finally opens the door to reveal Jimin’s figure standing before him. For a moment, the two men stand opposite of each other in silence.

“I need to talk to you,” Jimin finally says. Yoongi nods and steps aside for him to enter, still in complete disbelief that he wanted to speak to him after everything that’s been said between the two in the past month.

As if reading his mind, Jimin turns to him with an uncertain smile, “You’re probably wondering why I'm here,” Yoongi only nods, unable to produce words at this point. Jimin stops at the center of his office before continuing, “I know we’re going through a rough patch right now, but at the end of the day, you’re still someone that I deeply care about. You’re my brother and I’m just worried about how you’re taking the situation,” he explains with a nervous expression.

Yoongi’s eyes soften, of course they weren’t on good terms at the moment, but Jimin was right, at the end of the day, they’re brothers. He could never truly hate or get mad at him, or any of them for that matter unless they truly betrayed him.

Jimin wasn’t certain this would be a good idea, unsure how the older male would react to his presence. And so when he hears Yoongi let out a chuckle, although not so enthusiastically, that alone causes Jimin to visibly relax.

Just then, Yoongi lets out a long sigh, “I’ll be honest, I feel like shit. But I know she’s probably going through it way harder than I am,” he finally replies as he rolls his neck.

Jimin nods, “I’m sure she is,” he mutters looking away.

Though Yoongi raises a brow, Jimim’s tone almost hinting at the fact that he doesn’t know about your feelings which was surprising to Yoongi since he knows how close he is to you. At that realization he furrowed his brows, “you haven’t spoken to her, have you?”

Jimin seems to stiffen at his claim, he contemplated lying but knew the older male would see right through him anyway, and so he just shakes his head, “no I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

Jimin lets out a low chuckle, “I wasn’t able to keep a promise with her,” he answers softly, running his fingers through his hair.

Now Yoongi was even more confused than before, he wanted to ask more questions but felt like now wouldn’t be the right time based on the downcasted look on the younger man's face. And so he only nods in return. Though Jimin’s lips quirk up, grateful that he doesn’t push the topic further.

Jimin leans against the back of his couch, crossing his arms, “I saw you that day,” he added, wanting to change the subject. “The day at the ball,” he clarifies when he saw the puzzled look on Yoongi’s face.

“You attended the ball?”

Jimin shakes his head, “no I was watching from above, her majesty wanted me to be her ‘eyes in the sky’, or something like that,” he pauses before chuckling, “she’s been saying some strange things recently.”

Rather than laughing along with him, Yoongi can’t help but feel annoyed, “Of course you fucking knew about it, too,” he mutters furiously under his breath.

Jimin widens his eyes at his sudden harsh tone, “Pardon?”

Yoongi scoffs, now stomping his way to his desk, “The empress told you of her plans,” Yoongi uttered with resentment, “everyone but me.”

And as if the world wanted to continue mocking him, here you appear through the open door, with Hoseok right beside you. You freeze in your spot, when you realize Jimin, who was now staring at you like a deer in headlights, was also present in the room. Despite his surprise, he bows out of respect. Though you can’t say the same about Yoongi.

“What are you doing here,” Yoongi curses at himself, he didn’t mean to take his anger out on you. You just happened to arrive at a bad time.

Though his cold icy tone doesn’t deter you in the slightest, “I came to inform you that we’ll be holding a meeting tomorrow,” you explain hesitantly, careful not to say the wrong thing to aggravate him even more.

He raises a brow in doubt, “you came here to personally tell me?”

You nod, “the rest of the men wanted to have a meeting regarding the situation, but I didn’t want to attend if you weren’t present.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I'm not some charity case.” Although, Yoongi can’t deny the warm feeling in his chest from what you said.

You stop, taken aback from his words, “Is that what you think you are?” you pause before continuing, “Why do you think you became one of the empress’s advisors?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at this, “Because you think of me as a brother,” he spats bitterly.

“No, it’s because you’re one of the few people I trust most in this world, I know we had a bumpy road getting here, but you have to believe me when I say that I trust you,” you insist as you take a step closer into the room.

Though your statement seemed to have ignited a fire in him as he snaps his head to you with narrowed eyes, “If you trust me so much then why didn’t you let me know about this entire situation?!” You jump back at his tone, surprised by how angry he got.

Hoseok steps forward in an instant, “Hyung I had no idea about the drugs either,” he blurts out, trying to dissipate the tension in the room as he moves to stand in between you and Yoongi.

Jimin nods in confirmation, shifting his body to stand protectively in front of you as well, “he’s right hyung, Hoseok also had no idea what was going on.”

“That may be true, but she still sought your help, no? She needed military strength, she needed someone to hide in the shadows and she went to you two,” he snaps at them. Hoseok shuts his mouth, unable to form words to counter his claim.

Though it’s not like Yoongi was going to let anyone else speak, not until he was finished, “Where do I come into play? Jin hyung and Namjoon helped with the plan, Jimin looked out for you from above, Hoseok provided the military strength, Jungkook and Taehyung came as your escorts. But what about me?” At this point, Yoongi paces around the room frantically, you try to reach out to him but he jumps back as if your touch would burn him.

“Why am I always in last place!” He yells at the top of his lungs, “Is it because I wasn’t born into high nobility like Jin hyung? Is it cause I’m not some fucking genius like Namjoon? Or as handsome as Jungkook and Taehyung. Or as confident as Jimin. Or as reliable as Hoseok?” He continues his rant when everyone is too stunned to react.

“Yoon-”

“Why am I never good enough for you!” He shouts, slamming his fist hard on his desk. The room becomes silenced in an instant. The only sounds coming from the broken advisor standing before you.

“Am I not enough?” He sniffles, his voice cracking as he stumbles, grabbing hold of the corner of the table to stabilize himself. He bows his head low, an attempt to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

You turn to look at Jimin and Hoseok, giving them a solemn look as you nod your head in the direction of the door, wanting to speak to him privately.

They seem to understand your gesture as they begin to silently make their way out of the room. Although Jimin hesitates for a moment standing by the doorway. He takes one last look at Yoongi and back to you, his expression unreadable before finally closing the door behind him.

At the click of the door, you turn your head back to Yoongi, your eyes focused solely on him. Carefully, you take slow steps towards him, you don't know if he notices but if he did he didn’t take any further steps away from you. “Yoongi, you are more than enough for me, you have to believe me,” you urge as you stop a few feet away from him. Careful to not overwhelm and crowd around his space.

His silence urges you to continue, “I just felt like you didn’t want anything to do with me so I gave you your space,” you explain softly, “But you’re still one of my advisors, I should’ve communicated with you better on the situation. I'm sorry.”

You take a few experimental steps towards him, assessing his reaction carefully because if you saw any indication that he was uncomfortable by the distance, you would step away immediately. But he gave you none. Even when you were now standing in front of him, he didn’t make an effort to move away. Instead, he finally lifts his head, holding your stare as his tears now running down his face.

You don’t know what got over you, but at the sight of his tears, you find yourself reaching your hand out until they cup his face gingerly. His breath hitches when your hand caresses his cheek, your fingers wiping away the seemingly never-ending tears.

“Yoongi, you’re more than enough for me,” you repeat softly as you stare into his eyes. Almost mesmerized as his glossy eyes shined back at you making it look as though you were staring at the night sky.

You lean your body forward until your arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him into a tight hug, “I’ll always need you,” you say in a soft whisper. But no matter how quiet you were, he heard you loud and clear.

He sucks in a breath as a sob escapes his mouth. He doesn’t try to fight you, instead, he wraps his arms around your waist instantly, tightening his grip around your body.

But instead of calming down, his sobs grow louder at the feel of your body against his.

Concerned, you try to pull away but Yoongi only tightens his grip around you as he shakes his head.

“Don’t,” he whimpers softly, clutching onto you tighter as if you would slip away forever, “please don’t leave me. Not yet,” he cries out. Your heart nearly shattering at the sound of his voice cracking.

Your eyes soften as you once again relax in his arm, your hands rubbing his back reassuringly as he continues to cry, his tears falling onto the nape of your neck. “I won’t,” you soothe gently, “I won’t leave you Yoongi.”

He sniffles once more, “You’re really back?”

You don’t have it in you to respond with a straight answer. You just couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him like that, especially in his current state. Lying to his face knowing that the empress he knew was no longer the owner of this body. That you were a completely different person, but who in their right mind would believe you.

So instead, you nod softly, reaching a hand to run through his hair. His tears stream down his face as he chokes back a cry at the feel of your nod.

You smile bitterly, as you have to keep reminding yourself, the girl he loves isn’t you, it’s the empress. He’s not crying for you, he’s crying for her.

You had seen this coming, but it still hurt a lot more than you had expected. The world for some reason just wouldn’t stop being cruel to you.

A young man approaches the darkly lit room slowly, the only source of light being the fireplace that’s barely holding onto life as it seems as though it’s about to die out at any moment.

“Master, I’ve come with urgent news,” the boy announced, news so important he fidgets in his spot nervously as he anticipates his reaction. It’s silent in the room, the only sound coming from the crackling of the fire as the wood burns.

There, sat in front of a large window was the boy’s master, he had not turned around to face him, instead, opting to stare up at the moon as it shines brightly down on him, “Speak,” he commands in a dominating voice.

The boy nods his head, “We received a report confirming the death of Grand Duke Lee Joong-gu as well as Sir Taehyung, Sir Jungkook, and Sir Jimin stepping down from the rebellion.”

The man hums, immensely intrigued by the sudden news, “and the others?”

The boy shakes his head, “there have been no reports being made of the others stepping down as of this moment master, though many speculate it’s just a matter of time at this point.”

The man bellows loudly at that, as he leans back comfortably in his chair, his eyes shining with mirth, “I told that damn duke not to get too greedy and look what happened. He got caught,” he scoffs as he turns fully around, hands crossed on his desk as he traces the letter he had received from the late grand duke a mere few weeks ago in a bored manner, “Seems what that fool said was of concern after all, her majesty has truly changed.”

The boy nods, “What do you suggest we do now?”

He turns back around, admiring the night sky, “tell my men to continue keeping an eye on her majesty. And report everything to me.”

The boy bows, “yes master,” he responds before turning away, ready to inform those of the new orders.

“Well I’ll be damned,” the man whistles as he leans back on his chair, “so you truly did succeed in changing the story,” he chuckles and with a dangerous glint he stares up at the moon, “I can’t wait to meet you, new empress.”

A/N: Hey guys!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter, I had to focus on my final exams and all the assignments my professors piled on me at the end of the semester. So I tried to finish this chapter as fast as I could!

I hope you’re all happy with how things went in this chapter. Also sorry for all the drama, I just felt like it would be better for the reader and Yoongi to make up instead of making more chapters of them avoiding each other when they could just communicate about their feelings.

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** sour sentence starters.

brutal.

“ i think that i’ll die before i drink. ”

“ i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you. ”

“ i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life. ”

“ they'd all be so disappointed because who am I if not exploited? ”

“ where's my fuckin' teenage dream? ”

“ if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry. ”

“ i'm anxious and nothing can help. ”

“ i wish I'd done this before. ”

“ i wish people liked me more. ”

“ all I did was try my best. ”

“ this the kind of thanks I get? ”

“ they say these are the golden years. ”

“ i wish I could disappear. ”

“ god, it's brutal out here. ”

“ i feel like no one wants me. ”

“ i only have two real friends. ”

“ lately I'm a nervous wreck. ”

“ i love people I don't like. ”

“ i hate every song I write. ”

“ i'm not cool, and I'm not smart. ”

“ i can't even parallel park. ”

“ got a broken ego, broken heart. ”

“ i don't even know where to start. ”

traitor.

“ brown guilty eyes and little white lies. ”

“ i played dumb but I always knew. ”

“ i kept quiet so I could keep you. ”

“ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits? ”

“ ain't it funny how you said you were friends? ”

“ it sure as hell don't look like it. ”

“ you betrayed me. ”

“ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. ”

“ loved you at your worst but that didn't matter. ”

“ guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor. ”

“ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly. ”

“ ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid? ”

“ remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid? ”

“ i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you. ”

“ you gave me your word but that didn't matter. ”

drivers license.

“ i got my driver's license last week. ”

“ just like we always talked about. ”

“ today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around. ”

“ you're probably with that blonde girl. ”

“ she's so much older than me. ”

“ she's everything I'm insecure about. ”

“ how could I ever love someone else? “

“ i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one. ”

“ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. ”

“ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. ”

“ all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you. ”

“ I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do. ”

“ i still see your face in the white cars, front yards. ”

“ can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you. ”

1 step forward, 3 steps back.

“ i called you on the phone today. ”

“ all I did was speak normally. ”

“ you got me fucked up in the head. ”

“ like am I pretty? am I fun? ”

“ i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff. ”

“ it's always one step forward and three steps back. ”

“ i'm the love of your life until I make you mad. ”

“ do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand. ”

“ maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting. ”

“ which lover will I get today? ”

“ will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'? ”

“ it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong? ”

“ it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said. ”

“ i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had. ”

deja vu.

“ strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two? ”

“ i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique. ”

“ so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? ”

“ that was our place, I found it first. ”

“ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you. ”

“ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”

“ do you call her, almost say my name? ”

“ i hate to think that I was just your type. ”

“ don't act like we didn't do that shit too. ”

“ play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel. ”

good 4 u.

“ well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. ”

“ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. ”

“ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? ”

“ good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself. ”

“ i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped. ”

“ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl. ”

“ well, good for you, you look happy and healthy. ”

“ not me, if you ever cared to ask. ”

“ good for you, you're doin' great out there without me. ”

“ i've lost my mind. ”

“ i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom. ”

“ it's like we never even happened. ”

“ what the fuck is up with that? ”

“ good for you, it's like you never even met me. ”

“ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you? ”

“ well, screw that and screw you. ”

“ you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do. ”

“ maybe I'm too emotional. ”

“ your apathy's like a wound in salt. ”

“ maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. ”

“ like a damn sociopath. ”

enough for you.

“ i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more. ”

“ i know that you loved before. ”

“ tried so hard to be everything that you like. ”

“ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart. ”

“ stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. ”

“ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. ”

“ you found someonе more exciting. ”

“ you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong. ”

“ you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true. ”

“ all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. ”

“ maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before. ”

“ you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more. ”

“ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that. ”

“ i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back. ”

“ don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? ”

“ don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? ”

“ don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself. ”

“ someday i’ll be everything to somebody else. ”

“ you’ll be the one crying. ”

happier.

“ we broke up a month ago. ”

“ your friends are mine you know. ”

“ you’ve moved on, found someone new. ”

“ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past. ”

“ she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty. ”

“ does she mean you forgot about me ? ”

“ i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me. ”

“ i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go. ”

“ find someone great, but don’t find no one better. ”

“ i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier. ”

“ do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen? ”

“ an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean. ”

“ remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me? ”

“ now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. ”

“ she’s beautiful, she looks kind. ”

“ she probably gives you butterflies. ”

“ i wish you all the best, really. ”

“ say you love her, just not like you loved me. ”

“ think of me fondly when your hands are on her. ”

jealousy jealousy.

“ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. ”

“ all i see are girls too good to be true. ”

“ i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back. ”

“ comparison is killing me slowly. ”

“ i think i think too much. ”

“ i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else. ”

“ my jealousy started following me. ”

“ i see everyone getting all the things i want. ”

“ i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not. ”

“ i can’t stand it. ”

“ oh god i sound crazy. ”

“ their win is not my loss, i know it’s true. ”

“ i can’t help getting caught up in it all. ”

“ all your friends are so cool. ”

“ you go out every night. ”

“ you’re living the life. ”

“ i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you. ”

“ all i see is what i should be. ”

favourite crime.

“ know that i love you so bad. ”

“ i let you treat me like that. ”

“ i was your willing accomplice. ”

“ i watched as you fled the scene. ”

“ doe-eyed as you buried me. ”

“ the things i did just so i could call you mine. ”

“ the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime. ”

“ you used me as an alibi. ”

“ i crossed my heart and you crossed the line. ”

“ i defended you to all my friends. ”

“ every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around. ”

“ you know that i’d do it all again. ”

“ it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do. ”

“ i was going down but i was doing it with you. ”

“ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face. ”

“ look what we became. ”

hope ur ok.

“ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child. ”

“ wore long sleeves because of his dad. ”

“ somehow we fell out of touch. ”

“ hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush. ”

“ don’t know if i’ll see you again someday. ”

“ i hope that you’re okay. ”

“ her parents hated who she loved. ”

“ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood. ”

“ with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred. ”

“ we don’t talk much. ”

“ i miss you and i hope that you’re okay. ”

“ address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings. ”

“ nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems. ”

“ when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close. ”

“ i hope you know how proud i am. ”

“ i hope that you’re happier today. ”

“ i love you and i hope that you’re okay. ”

#rp meme #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #ask meme #rp ask prompts #lyrical meme #lyric rp meme #this took approx 900 years to make

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ — pairing: eren x reader

♡ — tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡ — a/n: honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡ — masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming.

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago.

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

#snk x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren fluff

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE THREE || GIRL OF STEEL

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 10 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 5.7k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : for myself

↳ next episode : curse womb must die

↳ barista’s notes : i am back again with another episode of jujutsu kaisen everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ this will be the last update for now since i want to get some of your requests done due to my pushing them back to get the first three episodes done! i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) and come again ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

3. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part four soon because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

4. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

Taken back to his discovery, you turned back to look at Gojo will a deadpan expression leading him to then carefully suggest, “Since you are part of the lost L/N clan, I won’t tell the higher-ups about your existence but rather have you twist your name slightly when you enrol, how does that sound?”

Glancing at the teacher with suspicion, you tried to hide the gut-wrenching feeling that there was not a possible chance of you now escaping from this. You had been caught and found and there was no way to lie yourself out of this situation you were in, not when Gojo had discovered who you really were while Fushiguro seemed to look clueless on what was going on between his teacher and the female sorcerer in front of him.

Letting out a sigh of frustration once again, you looked up at the sky, letting the same moonlight bathe your face as it did for Sukuna a few minutes ago.

“What a drag”

ꕥ

‘What the hell did I get myself into you?’

While sipping on the straw of your orange juice carton, you were currently leaning against a railing in the city of Toyko within the Harajuku district in front of a train station, where you were supposed to meet with the new student that had enrolled in the school.

Between you were both Itadori, who was eating an ice lolly while sitting on the same railing, and Fushiguro, who was just standing while facing towards you both, as they were waiting for the same person as well as a special someone who was supposed to be here with the three of you.

“How are there only three first-years? Isn’t that too few?” Itadori curiously asked as he turned to Fushiguro for the answer to his understandable questions, since he was in shock that a year group could be so small for a large school like Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?” Fushiguro questioned, as he was trying to make his new classmate get the answer he was looking for.

“Hm, expect for L/N, who hid it from everyone, nope,” Itadori than answered, leading Fushiguro look at you for a second, only to discover you still continuing to drink the orange juice that you had bought earlier while looking at the entrance of the station in a daze, it was like you were ignoring the two of them.

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are,” Fushiguro explained before reminding Itadori about a really important piece of information that the vessel seemed to have forgotten. “Remember, that L/N is now Gojo Y/N, since Gojo-sensei changed her name for privacy reasons,” Fushiguro stated, leading to your classmate to look at you with a more surprised look.

“Why are you now referred to as Gojo rather than your last name?” Itadori queried as he leaned forward to get a better look at you. This reminder of your changed name led to your eyes to squint in annoyance as you steadily but furiously began to scrunch your carton since your situation, in your opinion, had gone from bad to worse.

“Ah….I’m not really sure, to be honest,” you answered with a lie, as you moved the plastic straw away from your lips as you then stirred the box around like it was a glass of wine.

‘Ugh….Gojo...’

ꕥ

“Stareeeeeeeeeeee”

Looking down at the document sheet that was handed to you, you were taken by sudden surprise at the name section that was on the top left of the sheet, as there was a subtle change made from what you could recall from your birth name.

“Gojo Y/N…” you muttered under your breath leading to your teacher to clap his hands in delight before presenting you with his classic cheeky smile.

“Ah~ you are now my adoptive daughter~” Gojo cheerfully confessed, leading you to pause for a second before looking back up at the special-grade sorcerer with widened eyes - like a deer caught in headlights - once you processed the information in your head.

“How is everyone going to believe that is true? There is no way, people will believe that if they see the documents were signed yesterday or today,” you argued, trying to convince him that the excuse he gave to hide your identity was ridiculous. However, before you could even get a second word in, you unexpectedly felt a finger being pressed lightly onto your lips as if to tell you to hush yourself.

“Don’t worry, I manipulated the documents to say that I had adopted you five years ago, so your secret is safe with me and the principle, none of the higher-ups knows and none of the other students as well except for Yuji and Megumi,” Gojo informed you with a smirk, as if telling you that you had been proven wrong. Sighing in frustration, you finally gave up with the argument and handed the sheet back to Gojo as you began to fully take in where you were right now.

It was such a quick process. The day your schoolmate Itadori Yuji became the vessel of the King of Curses, was the same day that both Fushiguro and Gojo took you to Jujutsu Tech to attend and become a student at their school. In your mind, you were still supposed to be back home in Sendai. Back home in the empty house that used to be shared with your mother. Back home where you were away from the city life and peacefully in the countryside away from the hustling capital while blending into the crowd as if you were just a normal student with a normal life.

If you hadn’t come back to school that night.

If you hadn’t noticed the curse back at the rugby field.

If you hadn’t even looked out that window, to begin with.

All this wouldn’t have happened.

None of it.

You still would have been hidden like you were supposed to be.

“Oh! L/N, you’re staying here as well?”

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly turned back around to find the source of the voice that called out for you, only to discover both Itadori and Fushiguro walking towards you leading you to then slowly close your dorm door before greeting them with a small wave.

“Ah, ah, it’s now Gojo Y/N boys, make sure to not say her last time,” Gojo quickly stated, causing both of the boys to look at their teacher with such bewilderment before turning their head towards you as if you were going to explain to them what was the reasoning behind this sudden change.

To be honest, there was no point in your opinion. Itadori had no idea or clue on who the three families were in the jujutsu world and it was such effort to explain to him the reasons why these families were so famous and as for Fushiguro, he could probably discover that on his own so, once again, there was no point on giving them an answer.

“Well, it’s all good!” Gojo suddenly stated, as he once again clapped his hands together with a gleeful expression displayed on his face leading you to look to the side with an annoyed glance, as you didn’t need nor want the happy-go-lucky enthusiasm after discovering you were now ‘part’ of the Gojo clan as someone’s adoptive daughter. “Most importantly, we’re heading out tomorrow, we’re gonna go pick up the fourth first-year!” Gojo declared to the three of you causing a total of three pairs of eyes to look at him as you, Itadori and Fushiguro began to process the information.

‘Another one huh?’

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“By the way, didn’t you say I was the third and L/N was the fourth?” Itadori questioned, as he suddenly remembered that you and him unexpectedly enrolled in the sorcerer school leading him to wonder how long has it been since the ‘second’ student had been enrolled and why they were only just arriving now.

“Their entry was decided a while ago, you know what our school’s like, everyone has unique circumstances and remember it’s Gojo, not L/N,” Fushiguro answered while trying to remind Itadori of your new name, leading him to place his hand on the back of his neck before informing you and Fushiguro that he was just used to calling you by your original last name.

“It’s fine, just call me Gojo when we are around other people excluding Gojo-sensei, okay?” you reassured Itadori, causing the cheerful boy to nod at you, informing you that he understood your statement.

“Sorry for the wait!” Gojo shouted at you three as he was walking towards you before noticing a change of look between his two new students. “Your uniforms made it in time, I see,” Gojo uttered as he peered at both you and Itadori before giving an approving nod as if he was a fashion designer looking at his models before hitting the runway.

From what Gojo has stated, Itadori was wearing the classic blue uniform with the noticeable two pins sewed onto the left side to indicate that he was a sorcerer at jujutsu tech with a red hoodie that added a hint of colour compared to his counterpart Fushiguro, who had a high neck. On the other hand, you were sporting a short jacket with a white dress shirt underneath while wearing a long skirt that had a slit on the side to give your legs some room, revealing the thigh-high black socks you were wearing to cover some of the skin from the gentle winds that were coming while your katana was resting in a bag as you were carrying it on your left shoulder to conceal your weapon from the other citizens around.

“Yeah, it’s a perfect fit,” Itadori said while showing his teacher the thumbs up before suddenly commenting, “though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s, it has a hood for one,” as he started to point the differences between his uniform to his new classmate’s to which caused you and the mentioned sorcerer to look at him while he tugged on his red hoodie.

“That’s because the uniforms can be customised upon request,” Gojo mentioned, leading you to discover and finally understand why your uniform looked completely different to the one another student was wearing, all you remembered about her was that she had greenish hair while wearing a pair of glasses.

‘So, he was the one that put the request in huh?’

“But I never put in any requests,” Itadori commented, as he was confused on why there was an alteration to his uniform without his knowledge.

“I was the one who put on the custom order, as well as my daughter new uniform~” Gojo said with a smile as he playfully decided to pull on your cheek leading you to smack his hand away, resulting in him pouting while rubbing the back on his hand like your smack had caused him some pain.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori remarked, as he looked down onto his hoodie.

“Be careful, Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that,” Fushiguro warned both you and itadori before looking back to the mentioned sorcerer with a question in mind. “Most importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Fushiguro curiously asked since it was a bit strange to him that a student didn’t just arrive at the school like all three of you did.

“Because it’s what she asked for,” Gojo answered before Itadori randomly noticed a popcorn stand before declaring that he wanted some to enjoy leading you to walk behind him to make sure he didn’t get lost within the city that was crowded with the ongoing shopper as well as tourists that decided to take a break away from their work or lives to experience a new setting.

“Oh hello there, are you on the clock right now?” someone randomly asked, causing you to turn back only to discover what seemed to be a businessman with a green suit paired with a unique purple tie decorated with teal polka dots.

“Sort of but not really,” you uninterestingly answered, giving the man a bored expression leading his nervousness to increase further due to the anxiety of talking to a random stranger in the middle of the streets of Tokyo.

“You see, I’m looking for potential models, this is who I am,” the man explained as he processed to pull out his business card to which you didn’t give a day of time to look down at. “Would you be interested?” the businessman processed to question before you lifted an open palm while giving the man a polite smile.

“Sorry, I’m not really interested in modelling at all but thank you for the opportunity,” you politely declined as you noticed the deflated look the worker had given you. However, before the modelling scout could apologise and thank you for your time, a hand violently grabbed his shoulder before he was pulled back to face the opposite way.

“Hey, you, what about me?” a girl asked, causing you to look behind the small businessman’s figure to see a girl around the same age as you point to herself with the thumb. From what you could observe, she had short orange hair that seemed to be dyed due to the slightly darker colour of her eyebrows but it wasn’t obvious while carrying what seemed to be many shopping bags around her arms while her carrier pink backpack on her back. However, the uniform she was wearing was saying something as the buttons gave an indication of what she was.

‘Ah, so she’s the new student’ you thought before processing to continue looking at the scene right in front of you.

“For the modelling gig, duh, I’m asking what you think about me,” she commented leading you to give squint your eyes in confusion, what was the point of being a model when you were already a jujutsu sorcerer at Toyko Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

On the other hand, what you were concerned with was the three males who were standing on the sidelines watching the situation unfold leading you to give them a bored look before walking towards them with your left hand in your skirt pocket since the slit on the other side made it not possible for another pocket to be made.

“We’re about to go talk to her? That is kinda embarrassing,” Itadori commented while lifting up what seemed to be more than popcorn in his hand leading to a confused look to appear on your face, while Fushiguro gave an irritated side glance as he tutted.

“So are you,” Fushiguro mentioned, due to the silly ‘rook’ tourist glasses he was wearing before glancing to the other side where Gojo stood as the teacher called out the female student to come their way, while some female passersby commented on the white-haired sorcerer’s blindfold to which was quite understandable.

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Slashing the metal locker door shut, the new student then inserted the needed amount of coins to make sure the door was completely locked before turning to the three males that stood right in front of her.

“Okay, once again,” Gojo mentioned as he raised an arm to indicate to her that she can introduce herself.

“Kugisaki Nobara,” Kugisaki introduced herself before continuing with, “be happy, boys. I’m the one woman in your group,” leading to some confusion to float around within the group.

“Where’s Y/N?” Gojo curiously asked the boys as they continuously turned around the area to find where you were before turning back to look at Kugisaki. Suddenly, behind Kugisaki, the boys had found you heading towards the group while casually sipping on another carton of orange juice that you had bought out of the blue once you saw it while passing by a vending machine when you were walking to the nearest locker station for the student that had arrived.

“Ah, sorry, I got a bit thirsty,” you commented while lifting the carton up before finally standing next to the new student, who you just found out was named Kugisaki Nobara as you were able to still hear what she was saying while you were coming back to them. However, it seemed like you weren’t what she was analysing right now as you noticed her looking right at Itadori and Fushguro with an intense glance.

“I’m Itadori Yuji, I’m from Sendai,” Itadori introduced himself as he used his finger to indicate to himself as well.

“Fushiguro Megumi,” bluntly stated, as he turned to look at Kugisaki.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Kugisaki proceeded to complain about the circumstances she was in, leading the boys to look at her with a really awkward expression on their faces.

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori commented, as his face turned into a sulk while Fushiguro wasn’t making eye contact at all.

“I’m Gojo Y/N, I hope we can get along,” you quickly stated, while trying not to cringe at your name, leading Kugisaki to look to her side to find you looking at her before a hint of glee and joy processed to manifest in her eyes.

“Maybe the circumstances aren’t that bad! But why do you have the same name as your teacher when you don’t even look alike?” Kugisaki mentioned while giving you a small smile to which you gave her the same trying to be friendly with the new classmate that you had just met.

“Ah it’s a drag to explain fully, but I’m his adoptive daughter,” you quickly answered as you didn’t want to slip up the lie that was concealing your whole identity which seemed to convince the sorcerer since she gave you another nod, telling you that she understood what you had just mentioned.

“Are we going somewhere from here?” Fushiguto asked his teacher, as he turned to look towards the direction of the tall man leading to a light laugh to emit from his mouth causing you to get suspicious of what Gojo was planning.

“We do have all four of you together and not to mention, three of you are from the countryside,” Gojo suddenly mentioned, leading all his students to look at him, anticipating what he had planned. “So of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo,” Gojo suddenly announced, leading to excitement between Itadori and Kugisaki to burst out while Gojo joined in, to hype the moment up.

“Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo! We love Tokyo!” Itadori and Kugisaki cheered, leading you and Fushiguro to look at the two with such confusion expressed on your faces.

While you looked at the scene with such confusion, Fushiguro was more confused at the fact of why you weren’t enlivened at the fact about this ‘tour’ while the two started arguing about the structure of Tokyo as they were getting some places confused with other places.

“Why ain’t you excited?” Fushiguro commented as you continued to sip on the citrusy drink that you had brought earlier leading to another question on your obsession with orange juice to pop up in his head.

“I’ve already been to Tokyo for some business trips with my mother from time to time and what I mean by that is exorcising curses here with her,” you answered before continuing with “also, I have a suspicion that we ain’t going on a tour, it is Gojo Saturo after all,” before going back to drinking on the carton drink you were craving for.

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo stated, leading both Itadori and Kugisaki to kneel down in front of your teacher, only for you to give them a strange look before Gojo proudly announced where everyone was heading off to.

“Roppongi!”

“Ro-ppong-gi!” Itadori and Kugisaki said with glee as they turned to each other with the same exciting look.

‘Well, let’s see how this goes’

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‘I knew it....’

“There's a curse here,” Fushguro stated as you gave a slight nod while inspecting the large abandoned building that was surrounded by a large ominous dark purple hues indicating that there was just more than one curse in the building or maybe just a single one - you couldn’t sense it due to the amount of cursed energy being released out of the building.

“You liar!” Itadori and Kugisaki screamed in anger while complaining at the fact that they both were deceived on where they were heading off to before Kugisaki shouted something about ‘toying with us country folk’.

“There’s a big cemetery nearby, the double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse,” Gojo informed everyone like staring up at the building as well.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?” Itadori questioned after his little tantrum, leading you to realise that he had no knowledge on how curses appeared or anything to do with the jujutsu world to start with.

“The issue isn’t the cemetery itself, it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear,” you explained to the noobie while swirling the now empty carton in hand.

“Oh, it was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?” Itadori then asked as he turned to look at you for any answers causing Kugisaki to pause her ranting to look at Itadori with a perplexed look on her face.

“Hold up. He didn’t even know that yet?” Kugisaki questioned, leading you to give off an awkward laugh while looking to the side away from the group which only led to more confusion to emit from her.

“To be honest….” Fushiguro started before explaining the situation that had brought Itadori to where he was now causing Kugisaki to give an extremely disgusted look on her face - and to be honest, you couldn’t blame her at all.

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object!?! Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way, no way!” Kugisaki yelled out before running away from the three of you as you looked at her with nonchalant faces.

“What?!” Itadori shouted in confusion.

“I agree with her,” Fushiguro mentioned in a blunt tone, leading you to completely ignore your classmates as you continuously looked up at the building in front of you.

“I want to know what all of you are capable of, just think of this as a field test,” Gojo informed everyone with a smile on his face before calling out Itadori and Kugisaki to tell them they were going to exorcise the curse inside the building themselves leaving you confused since you were also a new student here as well.

“Huh? But I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet,” Itadori asked before indicating his lack of ability to the teacher.

“You’re basically half a curse already, there cursed energy flowing throughout your body,” Gojo stated as he pointed at the vessel before continuing to explain “though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this,” before taking out what seemed to be a cursed weapon in front of you and the rest.

“It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy, it’ll work on curses, too,” Gojo explained while Itadori gazed at the weapon in amazement.

“Like Gojo’s sword? And why isn’t she taking part in this test?” Itadori then asked as he pointed at the bag behind your back leading to Kugisaki to look at it in shock since she thought it was just a normal carrier bag that you just had.

“Yeah, kind of like that and to be honest, this test isn’t good enough to test her abilities, she wouldn’t need to take the katana out and probably use it with the wooden hilt on,” Gojo explained as he turned to you with a cheeky smile of his face.

Suddenly, Kugisaki turned her back towards all of you before fastening a brown belt around her waist which had a small pouch to keep whatever she needed in there, leading Itadori to follow behind her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo suddenly shouted, causing Itadori to turn as Gojo then stated, “don’t let Sukuna out, if you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it. I won’t let Sukuna out,” Itadori assumed his teacher before Kugisaki turned back around to complain to her classmate to hurry up while you quickly took a seat on the stone platform that was right behind you before setting your bag down onto the side making it lean against the same stone you took a seat on while Fushiguro and Goj followed behind.

“I think I’ll go, too,” Fushiguro mentioned, causing you to give him a side glance as you wondered if he was worried or just not hopeful that the two will actually exorcise the curse.

“Don’t push yourself, you’re still recovering,” Gojo reminded his student before saying “if I needed to put someone in for backup, it would be Y/N since she seems to be in a better condition than you.”

“But someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori, right?” Fushiguro questioned in a concerned tone.

“True,” Gojo answered in a dazed tone, indicating to you that he wasn’t worried one bit.

From your perspective, you understood why Fushiguro was worried about your new classmate since he didn’t have the ability to take on a curse from his lack of experience but from what you could recall from that night, it seemed like you didn’t have to worry at all.

“That Yuji..he’s missing a few up here,” Gojo randomly stated, as he pointed his head to indicate his brain. “He has no hesitation, when it comes to killing these things, take that the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him,” Gojo explained to his long-term student while you were just resting the back of your head on the wall before your teacher continued with “and it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like you. This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life, you’ve seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even though with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?” leading to Fushiguro to look down to his hands as he thought about the statement while you looked up to the sky to question your own thoughts.

‘Is that one of the reasons why the L/N clan decided to disappear? Nah, they were able to seal Sukuna, there is no way that could be the reason’

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is,” Gojo mentioned, somewhat giving you a slight idea on what he was trying to inform you both.

“But Kugisaki has the experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?” Fushguro asked as he was still unsure about what Gojo was trying to tell him.

“Curses are born from human minds, so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population, curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” Gojo said in a low tone to which Fushiguro understood but still had some uncertainty lingering in his head.

“What he is trying to say that ‘level’ doesn’t mean the amount of cursed energy one curse may have but their cunningness, what he is testing is how one reacts to cruel choices that are forcibly handed to them like the weight on a human life in danger balancing upon your shoulder,” you casually explained, leading Fushiguro to look at you while Gojo had a bright smile on his face, glad that you understood what he was talking about.

However, before you continue with your explanation, there was a loud crash being heard from above with pieces of broken glass falling to the ground leading to the three of you down below to look up, only to find the curse causing the purple hue trying to escape.

“I’ll exorcise it,” Fushiguro quickly said, as he clasped his hands together ready to summon a shikigami. However, he felt a tug on his arm leading him to look down to find you tugging onto the sleeve of his uniform.

“Hold on, have some confidence in your peers,” you muttered, before letting go of the fabric as you processed to lean your head back onto the wall while closing your eyes. “I don’t know how long you have been alone but understand you have teammates now, so rely on them as well, okay?” you stated as you slowly opened your eyes to peer up at the curse, only to suddenly see large metal strikes come out of its body before disintegrating into nothing, while the purple aura that was surrounding the abandoned building disappeared with it.

“Nice, she’s crazy, all right,” Gojo mentioned with a gleeful smile on his face, happy with the results that had just come in from this field test.

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“I live over there! Thanks again!” the kid mentioned as he pointed towards the direction of his house before running off.

From what you could recall, at the end of the field test, Itadori and Kugisaki came out of the building with a child before explaining that he was in the building during the test and he was caught in the middle of it all.

Observing the boy running to his house, you wanted to make sure he got home safely from a distance to which he did once you saw him enter through the gates to what seemed to be his house before being greeted by an obviously worried mother, who scolded him for wondering about before being pulled into a hug.

‘I wonder what’s it like to have a normal childhood?’ you wondered before small but vivid memories began to appear in the back of your mind.

“I’m jealous,” you whispered, before turning around to find both Fushiguro and Gojo already walking back to Itadori and Kugisaki, who both were sitting on the stone steps impatiently waiting for the three of you to finish the task that needed to be done.

‘In the end, I’m alone with the responsibilities of the L/N clan upon my shoulders but I have you, dear. Even with this world being full of curses and impurities, I feel like I have a normal ordinary life with you by my side. I wish I could have given that to you, I’m sorry….’

“It’s okay,” you whispered again, this time leading Gojo to turn back to you with a confused look on his face which caused Fushiguro to look back as well, finding it strange that you haven’t left your stop since the kid was already back at his home, safe and out of harm’s reach for now.

“Did you say something Y/N?” Gojo asked, only for you to shake your head to deny that you had before making your way back to the group.

“Good Joseph! We made sure the kid got home,” Gojo shouted while giving a small wave towards the two students, who suddenly jumped up on their feet which confused you slightly since they had such a determined look on their faces.

“Now shall we go grab some food?” Gojo kindly questioned leading the same two students to now express two huge grins while shouting out their preferred meal for tonight.

“Beef!”

“Sushi!”

“Leave it all to me!” Gojo excitedly stated with two thumbs up before turning to his two other students, who were waiting on the sidelines. “And you guys?” Gojo asked with the same huge grin that Itadori and Kugisaki were expressing.

“I don’t really mind,” you answered in a casual tone before turning to look at FUshiguro, who was suddenly randomly scrolling through his phone with a bored but somewhat irritated expression on his face, causing you to wonder what he was reading or finding that made him have a scowl on his face.

Taking you by the arm, Gojo started walking off with you, Itadori and Kugisaki leaving Fushiguro behind, who had just realised that you all were walking away once he heard his teacher say ‘okay, let’s go’.

“Oh, I forgot about my biggest haul of the day. Hey, you, go fetch my things,” Kugisaki said in a demanding tone, as she decided to be the leader of the group since she was walking in front of everyone.

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even,” Itadori complained, as he didn’t want to get the items that were left in the coin locker back at Harajuku.

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?” Kugisaki countered back, as she confidently continued walking in front of all of you like she would know where the restaurant Gojo was taking you all was.

“What about my raw strength?” Itadori argued, leading you to wonder what he did during the time he was the at the abandoned building with Kugisaki to mention about his immense but strange strength.

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?” Kugisaki shouted as she was implicating the cursed finger that Itadori swallowed as a reason for Itadori’s strength.

“It’s not just that! Right, Fushiguro, Gojo?” Itadori asked as he turned to you and Fushguro, only to find the male student with a frown on his face as he looked to the side.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?” Itadori questioned, as he wasn’t sure on why Fushiguro seemed to be moodier than he originally was.

“Nothing,” Fushiguro bluntly answered, not making his answer very convincing for you, Itadori, Kugisaki and Gojo leading your teacher to think it was the best time to tease his shikigami-user student.

“He’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in,” Gojo mentioned with a sly smile, which caused Kugisaki to lean back with her hand on her lips to cover her laugh.

“What a child,” Kugisaki teased, causing Fushiguro to groan in frustration before giving the female sorcerer with an irritated glare which led to Itadori laughing at the facial expression, leaving you to stay silent as you watched the scene in front of you.

‘But I’ll make sure you have the most normal life as you possibly can, so make sure you’re not alone in this world like I am Y/N, I want you to be happy even when we’re both stuck with this burden!’

“Yeah mother, I’m trying,” you whispered before continuing to walk with everyone to wherever you all were heading off to without realising the events that will occur in the future.

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6 Months {Izuku Midoriya x Reader}

(Pro-hero!Izuku Midoriya x Former Pro-hero!Reader)

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

L E A V E.

Summary: You were done. Done with everything. So what do you do? You move on. What's new? What's old? And who makes an even bigger space in your heart?

A/n: So this isn't based on another song, well technically it's still based on Sorry, but it's more like a part two to sorry than it being it's own separate part, you feel me? I know it took longer than expected, but there were so many paths I wanted to take and I didnt feel like rushing it. I really wanted to focus on flashbacks for this final part, your decision to leave the pro-hero scene, when Izuku and Melissa started to see each other... etc... I always made a gateway... in case I wanted to continue you and someone else's romance if I ever felt like it... So enjoy!

Support me on Kofi! Commissions are open!

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: Implied NFSW, but no deed is actually done, light drinking, (all in good fun)

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Falling into your mother’s arms, you spilled everything from last night and this morning. On how you eavesdropped on his conversation, the confrontations from both this morning and at the brunch. Your father wasn’t home, left earlier this morning for his job. Both you and your brother moved out not too long after high school, him going on to college to become an engineer, and you moving into an apartment with Mina and Jirou while you worked for the same hero agency. Your mother was your closest confidant, she was the only one who could come to mind to tell her about what happened. She just held you, rocking you as you cried, cried about your broken marriage, and seeing the girl your husband abandoned you for. You cried about how both she, your dad, and your brother were right. How you should have never listened to him about giving up everything you worked so hard for. She held you in her loving arms, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“I should have listened to you,” you sobbed, holding one of the throw pillows close to you as you sat up on your couch, leaving her hold on you.

Your dress was bunched up to your knees so you pulled the wrinkled material out from under you as you shifted around on your mother’s leather couch. She pulled you into one last hug, the warm embrace making silent tears fall down your face. Your mom pushed the braids falling out of your now-loose bun from your tear-stricken face. Continuing to caress your face slowly, her slightly rough hands provided a familiar comfort from your childhood.

“This is not your fault, you can not blame yourself for his infidelity, nor can you blame yourself for sticking by your husband’s side and decisions. You did what you thought was right and absolutely no one can give you shit for believing in your marriage.” Her soft voice provides extra comfort to you.

“WHAT?!?”

You were in your family home, six years ago. You still had a couple of bandages around your face and arms. Recently, you just completed physical therapy, nearly regaining full control over your limbs. The fight you had was brutal, nearly leveled the entire city. However, you came out successful from it, even if it put you out of commission for over a year. However, since you’ve woken up, you and Izuku have been having intense conversations about the two of you and your futures together, which led you to the decision you’ve made today.

“YOU’RE RETIRING?!?!” Your brother yelled, standing up swiftly out of his chair.

You took a deep breath, keeping your head down as you nodded your head. It was just you, your parents, and your brother here, Izuku currently being in the top 25 heroes, had a lot of work to do so he could join you as you broke the news to them.

“Izuku and I have been talking and seeing how fast he’s going in the Hero Charts. This incident caused us to do some major thinking. The two of us worrying about each other on the job isn’t healthy. Having two heroes in a relationship, especially two who are going as high in the ranks as us as quickly as we are. Considering how there are a lot more people expecting Izuku to go higher since he’s All Might’s prodigy. So, I’ll be retiring and helping Izuku with his career from the sidelines.”

You let out another deep breath as you finished your monologue, your fingers twitching in your lap. You knew this was a decision your family wasn’t going to agree with, after all, it’s not like you don’t have your legacy to meet up with. Your mother, before Miruko, was the highest-ranked female pro hero in all of Japan. You had her legacy to go after since your brother decided to go into the family business with pro-hero gear.

“You can’t be serious!! After everything, you’ve worked for?!?! You’re just gonna give it up BECAUSE IZUKU SAID SO?!”

Your brother was the most pissed, after all, it was always both you and his plan that the two of you would live up to our parent’s legacy. He would become the best support gear inventor and you would become the best pro hero. So saying this puts a damper on the dreams you both had.

“You had one bad fight with a villain, but the doctors said you’re going to be cleared right?” You nodded your head at his question, “so why? Why would you need to retire after that one fight?!”

“Izuku proposed.”

Gasps of shock flew from heri mouths, you smiled sadly as you pulled your hand from under the other, revealing the small, silver ring with the pure cut diamond sitting perfectly in the middle of it.

“He’s the love of my life, and he’s the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with… to have kids with. We both understand how difficult this job is, and we both know how much I wanted to become a pro hero, but since he’s my endgame… something had to give. And so I did.”

Next was your father, having raised you since you were 3 years old. He saw how much you looked up to your mother, and to your grandmother as well. You come from a line from female pro heroes, and it was always your dream to continue that. He’s always supported you throughout the years, remembering all the times the two of you would work in his workshop on new hero gear, both with your brother and without as well.

“Y/n, don’t you think you’re rushing into this decision? This is everything you’ve been working for, and you’re gonna throw it away?”

“I know your concerns but this is for the best for me and him. I know being a pro hero was what I wanted, but…” you trailed off, looking away from your trembling hands.

Your mother, who was sitting beside you, could only stare at your trembling hands. Almost reminds her of the time she told her mother who she was marrying. How nervous she was, not because she was putting her career on the back burner, but because of what happened the last time she decided to pursue a romantic relationship with someone. She got you out of it, but it was still a painful journey. She took a deep breath, before shifting herself to where you were. She placed her hand on top of your own, making you look down at them before slowly turning your head to look at her.

“Are you happy?”

The question caught everyone off guard, their heads turning towards your mother. You slowly nodded your head, smiling at all the memories you’ve made with Izuku. When you first met as a transfer student, your first date and everything else.

“Yeah Mom, I’m happy.”

You took a deep breath, leaning forward as you shook the memory out of your head.

Meanwhile, your mom tried to lighten the mood, “Well, let’s hope your father doesn’t get to him… you know he doesn’t play about you… or your brother either.”

“He won’t be able to land a hit on him unless Izuku lets him.”

“Well, he better let him then!”

You laughed out loud at that, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. You could feel your mom get off the couch, leaning up as she headed to the dining table. Looking through the papers stacked on the wooden table, she pulled out a business card before walking back to where you were still seated on the couch. Your mom sat back down in her original seat, before handing you the same card of laminated cardboard paper.

Renai Miya, divorce attorney at law.

“Renai is a good friend of mine, she gave me that in case anyone I knew was getting advice soon. I’m sure she didn’t expect my daughter but I’m sure she’ll be able to help you out.”

You looked over at your mother, who just gave you another knowing smile. She just rubbed at your shoulders in comfort as you pulled out your phone.

---

Izuku was sitting at his office, ignoring the texts from both Shoto and Katsuki. After the argument and confrontation from this morning, he decided to stay in the office today and complete some overdue paperwork. Typing away on his computer, his mind began to shift from the email he was sent to the hero commission to the argument that happened between him, Kacchan, and Shoto.

“I’m sorry, YOUR WIFE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU! We don’t know what would have happened if we hadn't come when we did!” Katsuki yelled, throwing his jacket off of his body.

“Izuku, this is a serious matter. We need to know what happened,” Shoto explained next, kneeling in front of Izuku’s crouching figure.

Izuku just shook his head, diving his head into the insides of his elbows. Shoto and Katsuki looked at each other, the concern shining in their eyes. They looked back at their trembling friend, who was now starting to rock back and forth while whispering “I fucked up.” over and over again.

“Izuku,” Katsuki started tentatively, “what did you do?”

Izuku stopped trembling and his rocking ceased as he raised his head slowly, locking eyes with his childhood friend. Katsuki’s leg began moving up and down in anticipation, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t want to report this, trust me. So just pretend you never saw that.” That was all he said before standing up, pushing past them.

Izuku shook his head, focusing back on his emails. He sent the long paragraph he was typing, after making sure there were grammatical or spelling errors. He then leaned back against his office chair, throwing his head back. A gross, yet very familiar feeling was arising from his stomach, it was slimy, it was painful, it was guilt. He felt guilty, remembering how his wife looked at him at breakfast and right before she left. How the look in her eyes felt more painful than other villains could ever inflict on him.

Closing his eyes, his mind slowly drifted to a memory, a memory from three months ago.

It was dark, and Izuku was tired, so very tired from the shift he worked. However, he needed to do this. He needed to end whatever the hell he and Melissa had. The way they were conversing over private messages was getting too much. In a week would be his wedding Anniversary, and how his wife, Y/n, surprised him, reminded him about what he and Melissa had.

And how wrong it was.

He wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck, paired with a dark coat along with dark jeans. He had fake glasses on his face and his curly was positioned to cover his face so people wouldn’t recognize him. He kept his head forward as he approached the apartment complex Melissa mentioned she was moving into. After living on I-island for all of her life, she wanted a change of pace, especially since what happened with her father way back when. So she got a job as a top hero support inventor at the company where Izuku got his extra gear from. Since it’s also where Hatsume worked as well. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. He looked around the expensive-looking area, seeing the receptionist, and only one other person sitting on the complementary couch talking on the phone. He walked to the receptionist, who greeted him with a smile.

“Are you here to see someone?”

He nodded and gave his fake name, the one he told Melissa he’d be using, along with the apartment number that she gave him. The receptionist simply smiled before typing in her computer, before reaching over to the phone and pressing a couple of the buttons. Izuku could hear someone pick up, a muffled voice through the phone.

“Yes, Ms. Shield, A Iseada L/n is here to see you.”

Izuku took a deep breath, hearing the fake name he gave along with his wife’s maiden name. The receptionist gave off acknowledging hums to the person on the phone, who Izuku knew was Melissa. He rocked himself against his heels, feeling his fingers twitch around in his pockets.

“Alright, I’ll send him right up!” She ended the call, placing the phone back in its holder.

She then smiled at Izuku before pointing at the elevators behind him, “you can use an elevator. Ms. Shield lives on the fifth floor.”

Izuku nodded and thanked her before turning around to the elevators. He picked on towards the left and stepped inside of it, waiting for it to close before choosing the button that said “five.” The doors closed as generic elevator music played throughout the rising mechanical box. Izuku sighed, pulling off the fake glasses, before pushing his curls out of his face.

Third floor…

Fourth floor…

The elevator dinged as the door opened, revealing the fifth floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator, using the signs on the walls to find his way to Melissa’s apartment. Walking past all the other doors, of the patrons of the apartment, who were currently sleeping to the world. Unaware that their number one hero was sneaking past them, claiming to be ending an illicit relationship.” Seeing the apartment number up ahead, Izuu could feel his heart beat faster. Taking another deep breath, he stopped right in front of the pitch-black door. Swallowing his spit, he closed his eyes before knocking on the door a couple of times. Almost immediately after he knocked, the door opened, causing Izuku’s eyes to shoot open, jumping back a little as Melissa stepped into the doorframe. Izuku was about to speak when his eyes drifted down to what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt, ending right at her upper thigh. Izuku licked his dry lips, before looking back up at Melissa’s face who was giving him a knowing smile, that looked smug as well.

“Izuku,” her usually peachy tone came out a little subtle, silky and sultry, “I’m so happy to see you after so long. Come in.”

Izuku simply nodded as Messlia stepped to the side, allowing him to enter her expensive apartment, which could be classified as a penthouse. Izuku looked around, his eyes landing on all the decorations around her living room. He walked toward her wall, where she hung pictures. There were pictures of Melissa with her dad, her mom, All Might, and a couple of her friends from I-island. He continued looking around, before his eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, back when he was a first-year.

“You were so short back then,” Izuku heard Melissa say, as she came to stand next to him.

Izuku just nodded, continuing to look at the frames. He was enveloped in the nostalgia he was facing when he didn’t even notice Melissa coming up behind him. He only noticed her when he felt a hand coming up around his waist. He froze, his heart pounding away in his ears. She then stood right behind him, before pressing up against his back next, her hands now circling his waist.

“Melissa…” he started, feeling her fingers mess with his zipper and belt under his overcoat jacket.

God, was she wearing anything under that shirt? He could feel her breasts, her hardened nipples pressing against his back. He took another deep breath, licking his lips before moving his hands to where her own was and prying them off his belt, just as she was beginning to unbuckle it.

“Melissa, we can’t do this. I’m married. Happily married at that. I can’t keep doing this to her.”

Melissa only hummed, moving her body from behind his own, stepping in front of him. She was wet, her long wavy dripping down her face and body. The water from her wet hair dripped onto her shirt, her white, very thin shirt. Izuku’s breath hitched as he slowly glanced down her body, her nipples visibly being shown through the fabric.

“Yet, you can’t keep your eyes off me Izuku.” Hands grabbed at his jacket, pulling him closer to her.

Izuku gasped as Melissa brought her hand, cupping his face before bringing it down. Izuku gasped once again as he felt lips upon his own, feeling her other hand reach inside his jacket to pull him closer by the waist. Izuku was about to push her away, he needed to push her away. God, he was married for fucks sake, to someone who loved him dearly. But her lips, they felt so good to him. Glossed from the shower she took, they tasted of mint and strawberries. Izuku, taking a deep breath, went to push off his jacket, never letting go of the kiss. Mellissa, smirking into the kiss, helped him out of the jacket before squealing as Izuku scooped her up before slamming her on the wall.

“This is a one-time thing,” he mumbled against her lips, using his hips to hold her up against the wall as he took off his shirt next.

“Yeah…” Mellissa said with a skeptical tone, feeling his hands go under her wet shirt next.

“A one-time thing…”

Izuku groaned, throwing the papers in his hands across his desk. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself out of his desk. He stood up from out of his chair, walking over to the wall which was replaced with windows, looking down upon the city of Mustafa. He could hear the faint sounds of cars driving and honking, he could see the civilians, everyone he protects. Looking across the street, he could see a cafe. It was one that he frequents since it’s so close. The door opened, and it revealed a couple. A laughing couple. The man was holding a medium-sized bag, with the logo of the cafe plastered across the bag. He was wearing a dark brown suede jacket that was buttoned shut. The woman was wearing a matching jacket, wearing as a dress, her curly hair pulled up in a bun. She held their coffees as they walked along the sidewalk. Izuku smiled sadly, before looking over to the couch in his office.

Laughter rang out inside the office, the sun had already gone down a long time ago and the night shift heroes were all out patrolling, leaving Izuku, a couple of sidekicks, and a couple of more janitors. It was your anniversary, but unfortunately, a string of villain attacks happened today. This pulled Deku out of his day off and kept him away. So, you decided to surprise me with dinner at his office. You cooked shrimp alfredo, packing it in pretty containers, before stopping by a couple of stores, buying a fancy cake that said “Happy Anniversary.” The last thing you bought was some expensive alcohol, a bottle of wine and champagne just in case. She then dressed up, a dark green silk dress paired with a matching coat and heeled shoes. She brought a few decorations before carrying all of that, using your clouds. Izuku smiled once he walked into the office with everything, abandoning his work and helped you set up the table.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together, talking about your day, specifically on how Izuku was swamped with back-to-back villain attacks. To the point where he was the same police officer twice in two different scenes. After dinner, the two of you move to the couch, still holding your wine glasses now filled with champagne.

“I have a gift for you,” Izuku mentioned, pushing himself up off the couch before going behind his desk, going through the drawers.

You giggled, shifting around the couch to get a little more comfortable, your jacket long discarded. Izuku hissed out a “here it is!”, before pulling out a neatly wrapped box, closing the drawer with his foot. You took another sip of your bubbly alcohol as Izuku skipped over to you with the box in hand.

“Here you go, darling!”

You smiled, placing your glass on the small lamp table to the right of you before sitting up and taking the box from your husband. He smiled at you as he sat beside you, seeing you begging to open up the carefully placed wrapping paper. Once all the wrapping paper was removed from the box, you gasped, seeing the logo on the box. BVLGARI. A smile slowly appeared on your face as you untied the golden silk ribbon. Slowly lifting the top of the box, you pulled out of the pure white tissue paper. This revealed one of the most beautiful necklaces and earrings you’ve ever seen. It was an emerald necklace, it had two emeralds, and also was decorated with mini diamonds along the border, and considering the brand, you knew it was real. The earrings were dangly and matched the way the smaller emerald looked on the necklace.

“Izuku… it’s beautiful…”

He smiled, taking the box out of your hands before taking the necklace out of the box. He whispered at you to turn around. Following his instructions, you swept your goddess braids to the side as he placed the necklace around your neck, the cool feeling of the metal tingly against your warm skin. Izuku then connected the chain, letting the necklace fall against your nape before leaning over your shoulder and placing a light kiss on top of her almost-bare shoulder. You shuddered, leaning into his touch as his hands moved from your shoulders, trailing down your body to rest them on your hips. You let out a moan, feeling him give your neck a nip, reaching up to grab him by his messy curls. You smirked, before sighing into the neck kisses he was leaving on your neck.

“You smell,” he inhaled slowly, “really fucking good.”

Giggling at his words, you placed your own hands on top of his own before turning around. You lifted yourself off the chair. Izuku lifted an eyebrow as you placed your hands behind your back.

“I have a gift for you too, it’s not a material gift but…” you trialed off as you reached up the straps of your dress, before beginning to slowly pull them down, revealing the thin straps of your expensive lingerie.

Izuku’s eyes sparkled as your dress trailed down your body, revealing the expensive material cut and crafted to fit your body perfectly. The way the emerald green clashed perfectly with your deeper skin. Your manicured hands trailed down your body as your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the sinful lingerie and the heels to match. Izuku licked his bottom lip as you slowly walked over to him, dragging your heels with each step. Lifting yourself, you slowly placed yourself on his lap, feeling Izuku’s hands immediately attach themselves to your hips. He gave you a sly smile, looking up at you.

“And you look so amazing,” he gave your body another glance, making you smirk and lean back, using your arms and hands to steady you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck before diving into a kiss. His lips tasted of mint and strawberries, it was a new taste but one you didn’t mind. Deepening the kiss, you gasped as you felt Izuku’s hard on all the way through his pants.

“I love you so much, Izuku Midoriya.”

A moment of silence went by.

“I love you too, Y/n Midoriya.”

Izuku took a deep breath and was about to open the next one when his phone, his personal one, started ringing. He reached in the drawer and pulled it out and looked at the screen. Sweetheart was calling, a picture of you and Izuku at your wedding anniversary plastered across the screen. Izuku was less blacked up back then, and you still had a crutch from your physical therapy from your incident. But god did you both look so beautiful and happy. Izuku was wearing his suit from the wedding but without the jacket and a couple of buttons unfastened. You, however, changed out of your wedding dress into a white velvet dress that was strapless and came with these long gloves in the similar fabric that you only wore for official pictures. Izuku was carrying you bridal style along with the rest of you and his family and his closest friends.

Izuku simply smiled sadly, before answering the call.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing at first, nothing but the phone static so he called out your name again. This time he heard someone take a deep, trembling breath as if they had been crying for a long time.

“Izuku.” Your voice was scratchy, and hoars too. Izuku could feel his heartbreak and drop to his ass all at the same time. He did that.

God he was supposed to be a hero, save people and never let them down.

Now he may have just ruined his marriage.

“Y/n.” He said again, “how- how are you?”

“I’ve called a divorce lawyer.”

Oh. Straight to the bullet.

“We can’t- we can’t talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about? You did this to me. You did this to us. Now face the fucking consequences of your actions.” Your voice was scratchy, the rasp appearing with each word you say.

“I know what I did.”

“And yet, you still did it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, leaning back into his chair. He looked up at the ceiling of his office, looking at the dazzling, overhanging chandelier in the middle of it.

“So there’s nothing I can say or do to convince you to stay?”

“You can have the house, as long as you pay me alimony for the next two-three years, for a reasonable price of course.”

You completely ignored his question, going straight into what was going to happen next. Izuku took another deep breath, this time leaning against his hand as he placed his elbow, pointed up, against his desk.

“So this is it?”

“This is it, Izuku. I told myself I would never lessen myself for a man, and I already broke that when I quit my job. I’m not gonna keep doing that to myself.”

“I-I love you.”

You gave off an airy chuckle as if you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. And with that you ended the call, those being one of the last words you’ll be saying to him until the meetings between the two of you and your divorce lawyers.

---

“Y/n?” A muffled voice called out, pulling you out of your sleep along with knocks on your door

You pushed yourself off the bed, throwing the hotel blankets off your body. It was late at night, you went back home after your impromptu visit with your mother. You packed up what you could in one go before stuffing it in your car. You couldn’t see Izuku after that, so you tried your best to remove any trace of yourself from that house. You were just about to fall asleep, the tv playing a random 90s show for background noise. Digging through one of your suitcases, you found a robe to wrap around your body before moving towards the door.

You summoned lightning in one hand as you checked who was at the door. Seeing red-and-white hair, along with a bright blue eye and a dull grey eye, you took a deep sigh of relief before slowly opening the door. Standing there, wearing a raincoat and holding a closed umbrella was Shoto Todoroki. His hair that grew since high school was pulled back in a ponytail as he looked down upon with concerned eyes.

“Y/n…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as he said your name. You then opened them back up before giving him a sad smile.

“Shoto… can I help you?” You leaned against the doorway, placing a hand in your waist.

“I heard from Izuku, the two of you are getting a divorce?”

You leaned into the hallway, looking to see if anyone saw him before pulling him into your hotel room. You closed the door and locked it behind you immediately before turning on the light. Shoto looked around the luxury rented room, seeing all of your suitcases and other items stacked up against a wall. Feeling your hands tremble, you sat on your bed, folding your hands underneath themselves.

“How did-“ your voice came out raspy and dry, so you cleared your throat before speaking again.

“How did you find me? I didn’t tell anyone where I was.”

Shoto simply smiled, “being the #3 hero has its perks. I figured you didn’t want a lot of people crowding around you so I said I’d talk to you.”

Hearing that, you lifted your head swiftly, “people already know about the divorce?”

Shot shrugged off his raincoat, revealing the long sleeve black turtleneck he was wearing. He placed his umbrella in a random corner before going to sit beside you on the bed.

“After what happened this morning, Izuku only told us that you’re leaving him… and wouldn’t tell us why. We called everyone, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, we even called his mom and All Might… all he said was that his marriage was over. No reason as to why…”

You let out a slight chuckle, your shoulders jumping slightly at the irony of the situation.

“So the only person you could come to was me, right?”

Shoto simply nodded his head, shifting his body closer to you.

“Y/n… I know you… you aren’t this rash person. You wouldn’t come to this decision on a whim. I thought you and Izuku were okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke, “I thought we were okay too… Shoto I… he…”

Your body shuddered and shook as sobs flew out of your mouth. As tears fell, you covered your face and turned away from Shoto, hunching over yourself. That’s when you feel hands, one warm and the other cold, pull at you, grabbing at your waist before pulling you into a warm body. Shoto’s comforting hands and his placing you on the fireside of his body allowed him to let it all out once again. He didn’t say a word, only letting out soft shushes in your ear as you continued to cry.

You could hear nothing else other than the air conditioning and your cries echo throughout your room. It felt like an eternity before you slowly started to quiet down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed yourself out of Shoto’s hold before getting up to get a water bottle. Shoto, his eyes still shining with concern, said nothing as you twisted the cap open and drank half the bottle.

As the pudding of your head slowly went away, you placed the bottle on the desk before sitting back on the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry my eyes out all over you,” you apologized, grabbing one of the pillows to hold closer to your body.

Shoto shook his head, waving off your concerns, “it’s okay, it’s black anyways.”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Why are you and Izuku getting a divorce?”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with everything you’ve been through… the day you met Izuku, the day you asked him out for the first time, the day he asked to be your girlfriend, the day he proposed… the day you two got married… everything.

“Izuku… he cheated on me…”

It was silent after that, the buzz of the air conditioning and the beeps of the cars below the two of you filling the tense air.

“He… he what?”

You bit your bottom lip as you spoke again, “he cheated on me, with Mellissa, you remember her right? Melissa Shield? All Might’s “niece”?”

Shoto nodded his head, shifting his body to face forward as he leaned forward, using his hands to steady himself. He lifted his head to the ceiling as he fully processed your words.

“Oh… oh wow… I never thought that he would do that.”

You scoffed, flopping back into the bed, “well me neither, and yet… here we are.”

You started to laugh, laugh at this situation, laugh at here you are now. God, everything was so fucked, wasn’t it? Feeling the bed shift, you could feel Shoto lay down on the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into him once again, this time leaving you on his right side so you could cool down. The feeling left sighing, leaning into his touch even more.

“Izuku is an absolute idiot, and I’m glad that you’re leaving him at the first sight of disrespect.”

Coming from Todoroki and his background, those meant a lot to you. You smiled before lifting your head to look at him.

“Thanks, Shoto, that means a lot.”

He smiled, before slowly removing his hands from your waist.

“I should let you sleep, I just wanted to come to check up on you.” He bent over to grab at his umbrella before turning around to grab his raincoat.

Sniffling, you nodded your head, wiping away your tears before getting up to see him off, “thanks for coming to check up on me… even though the way you found me was a little creepy.”

—-

You officially divorced three months after that day, Izuku tried to hold out as long as he could but soon enough even the number one hero couldn't hold out that long. The number of times you had to tell him you weren't going to come back to him was astounding, his stubbornness knew no bounds. You allowed Izuku to keep the house and he was to pay you a hefty amount of alimony along with the money he was to pay you for spousal distress.

When news came out that the number one hero and his wife would be divorcing, the media went into a frenzy. Even bigger than the one about your wedding. You had to rely on your family to help you out until the news and paparazzi left you alone. It was even worse on Deku, being the top hero and not even able to save his marriage? Talk about a blow to his reputation, it almost cost him the #1 spot. If it wasn't for the Incident at the Kasona Mall, where a villain decided to blow up a mall, where he saved over 50 people in one swoop, Bakugo would have finally been able to claim that #1 spot.

Speaking of pro-heroes.

H/n is back on the scene! Officially signing with The Todoroki Agency!!

You were a pro-hero again, stepping back into the spotlight after over six years. After not much deliberation, and encouragement from friends alike, you decided to come out of retirement once more. You had to retake the licensing process and test of course, but you passed with ease. Being a hero was almost like riding a bike, it was ingrained within you. After The Hero Commission reinstated you, you got so many offers. From Fatgum to LeMillion, and Gang Orca. However, you already promised a certain person that you would join up with him.

“You sure you want me Shoto?” You were sitting in his penthouse, visiting him after he got hurt in the Incident at Kasona mall.

The two of you had gotten closer ever since that day he found you in your hotel room. He helped you get back on your feet, helped you pick out a new house to live in, (since you left the house to Izuku), and helped you study to retake the test. He nodded, shifting his position on his couch. The movement however, caused him to wince as he had to move his arm, which slung into a cast. You immediately got up and helped him move into a more comfortable position without straining himself. He thanked you for the help as you sat back down, grabbing your glass of wine.

“Yeah, you were an amazing hero when you were active years ago. I know this is a decision I’ll lose no sleep over.”

You chuckled, sipping on the wine he put out for the two of you. He smiled softly at you, his intense stare causing your body to heat up slightly, or that could be from the alcohol, you honestly didn't know. You licked your lips, shifting your legs to help lessen that heated throb between your thighs.

“Alright, I guess I’m joining your agency.”

You grew out of your old outfit, so with the help of Hatsume and other designers, you got a whole new outfit. Instead of the original leotard/bodysuit you had when you were younger, along with the thigh boots, it all connected into all one large jumpsuit. It was black with purple accents adorning all across the outfit along with a brand new cape. You turned around, summoning clouds to lift you as you twirled around. Hatsume, the designer who made your new hero costume, Hokkaido, and Mina, who you also told about the true reason you and Izuku got divorced, all smiled as you felt out your new outfit.

“Well?” Mina asked, smiling as you landed on your feet.

You turned around, trailing your hands down your body, feeling the aft fabric and metal accents clash together on your body before smiling at yourself in the mirror.

“I love it.”

Your office was on the same floor as Shoto’s, him constantly relying on your knowledge and wisdom on other matters. The two of you were the leaders in the recent missions the two of you had taken together. This whole process was a lot like riding a bike, coming back easily. You had missed this, you had missed this so much, and you could tell the world and missed you too.

The media accepted your return with open arms, jumping right back to the top 20s. You were a very powerful hero after all.

After three months of coming back, making it six months since your divorce, your parents decided to throw a party for you. To celebrate you coming back, and ranking high on the Billboard Chart in so little time. You tried to get yourself out of it but they took no excuses. So you decided to make the most of it, you felt like a whole new woman. Placing your braids in a bun, you wore a strapless black velvet dress with matching long-sleeved gloves. You slipped on some ankle-strap, black stilettos, and pearl jewelry set to complete the look. The party was small but it was filled with life, all of your old classmates and even your old co-workers from your old agency even came. Mina, Jirou, Tsu, and even Yaomomo, as busy as she is, came. Kirishima even got Bakugou to come. Everyone was so excited to see you come out of retirement and take to the streets again. Some did try to pry into your broken relationship with Izuku, but you just ignored them and told them to enjoy themselves at the party.

“Y/n.”

You turned around to see Shoto standing there with two champagne flutes in his hands. You smiled and walked up to him, hands extended out for a hug. He wrapped his arms around the best he could with the two drinks in his hands. You giggled at his struggle as he tried to step back without spilling the drinks.

“I see your hands are full, Boss.” You winked as you took one of the flutes of champagne out of his hands.

He just chuckled as you guys cheered, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip. As the sweet liquid hit your tongue, your eyes trailed down his body at the suit he was wearing. All black suit with the jacket, with a white dress shirt, red tie and tailored to perfection. You licked your lips as he breathed in, seeing his chest press up against the white fabric. Clearing your throat, you pulled your eyes away from his chest as you looked up at him finishing his drink. You smiled at him and he returned it as he placed the glasses on an empty table.

“You seem so much happier.” You heard Shoto comment behind you.

You turned to face him and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Shoto walked up to you, the proximity between you two making your heart pound this a little faster. He leaned down, using his right hand to make you look in his eyes.

“When you first announced your retirement, and when I saw you after that… I do not doubt that you were happy but…” he trailed, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

“But… but what?” You let out a whisper, feeling his thumb softly move against your skin.

“There was still this sadness in your eyes, that I could never pinpoint but now… I can’t see it at all.” He let go of you after that, taking a couple of steps back.

You took another deep breath, pressing a hand against your chest to feel your beating heart.

Smiling at Shoto, “thank you, that means a lot.”

The two of you continued to drink together, whether it be champagne or something stronger. The more the drinks came around you two, the two of you drank, and the more you two drank, the more handsy the two of you got. Shoto’s arms never left your waist and would find themselves trailing lower and lower down your body. You would find ways and excuses to slowly caress his face or his chest. The two of you would just get closer and closer. Luckily, most everyone around was drunk so even if they did notice, it was unlikely that they would notice. Soon enough, people began to leave, wishing you the best of luck and congratulations.

Then it was just the two of you. Shoto, despite being as drunk as you are, helped carry you to your bed upstairs. As he laid you in the bed, you reached out to him, pulling him down onto you and your bed. You giggled as he flopped on his back, allowing you to quickly straddle him.

“Y/n,” he giggled, he was more emotional, happy drunk, “Y/n why are you doing?”

You smiled, licking and biting at your lips as your hands trailed down his body. Feeling at his chest, before trailing down his abs, your hands and fingers going ever ripple and ridge on his body before landing right in the top of his pelvic area, feeling his hard-on poke out through his slacks. You hissed slowly as you began to rock into him, your dress riding up with every movement you made. Your movements caused him to whisper curses under his breath, his hips buck as he grabbed onto your waist tightly. You gripped at his shoulders as he guided you up and down his waist, his touch leaving your skin electrified, the opposite temperatures causing trembles throughout your body. You then leaned down to plant light kisses against his neck

“You’re so fucking handsome,” you whispered against his skin, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt.

He just smirked before flipping you on your back, using his knee to spread your legs.

——

It was a week after the party and you had just gotten back from your shift of patrol. It was early in the morning, say almost 4 am, and you were ready to go home and get some sleep. Saying goodbye to your sidekick, you walked towards your office to get some final papers before going home. As you opened the door, you could feel dull light entering your vision. So you turned and followed where it was coming from only to find yourself right outside of Shoto’s door. That’s where you could hear the argument.

“Izuku I—”

“NO— I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU, YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY EX-WIFE!”

“I think you’re the last person to be concerned about what she does now!”

“You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve known you the longest! And you just stab me in the back like this!?”

“I think that you should leave Izuku before I make you. What Y/n and I have, it’s none of your business.”

You could hear a slam, and hear something break before hearing heavy stomps echo throughout the room. You hoped it didn’t come to them full-on fighting, you knew Shoto could handle himself against, however, when Izuku was mad, Lord did he get mad. You hope you won't have to face him again, after all this time.

“I don’t want to hear a word you have to say!! I should have known, you’ve ALWAYS been chasing after her! Since our time at U.A!

You tilted your head at that, confused at what he meant. Shoto has been chasing after you since high school? You thought that Shoto always had a thing for Yaomomo, despite her and Jirou getting engaged recently. It was because of that, you believed Shoto had shifted his focus onto you…

“So what? I thought I left her in good hands, out of all my friends, you were the ONLY one that I thought could give her a good life. I thought you could love her and only be with her! Now I see that I couldn’t even trust you with that! So you don’t get to decide how she spends her time and who she spends it with! Not after what you did to her!”

It went quiet after that, but you could still see the heavy breathing out of both of them. You bit your lip, heart pounding as you grasped at the wall, staring to hear to see if they speak under their breath.

“What… what are you talking about?”

“She told me… she told me what you did... How you cheated on her with Melissa. Don’t give me that look, I’m not gonna tell anyone. She asked me not to, it’ll do no one any good if it got all. They’ll just hound her for months for this.”

You could feel your body begin to rock back and forth, you could feel the tension rising all the way from the place where you would stand.

“So I say again, you have no right to have any say about what she does in her own time. Even when she was married to you, she was never yours! She’s her own woman, and after being suffocated by you, she deserves to do whatever she wants. I’ll be here, no matter what, and I’ll stick by her because that’s what people who truly love someone do!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you could feel tears swell in your waterline. Taking a deep breath, you stood up slowly, brushing off any dirt or dust collected on your lap before walking towards the door. You gave a knock on the door, before slowly turning the doorknob to reveal a trashed office. Plants turning upside down, smaller tables flipped around, and books spread all across the floor. Your eyes then landed on the two of them, standing behind the bigger office desk. Izuku was holding Shoto by his shirt, and the two of them had intense looks on their faces. You took another deep breath, seeing the way Izuku looks after so long. He grew out his beard, despite him hating it so much. His already scruffy, curly hair grew even more unruly. His eyes turned towards you, the shock after seeing you so long causing him to lose his grip on Shoto.

“Y/n…”

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck before closing the door behind you.

“Shoto is correct, what I do with my time is absolutely none of your business Izuku. We’re done, we’ve been done for six months. If I’m going, to be honest, we’ve been done for a year… since you had an affair with Melissa for six months as well,” you stated, slowly walking up towards the two of them.

“So what I do with him, what I do with anyone… is no longer your business. Now get out!”

Izuku stood there, shocked at your words, slowly turning his body to face you.

“Y/n I…” You made a motion with your hands, quieting him.

“Izuku Midoriya, get out now!”

He jumped back, before turning back to Shoto, giving him one last glare before walking past you towards the door. You kept your back towards him, and the door as well, as he opened it before walking out, shutting it behind him. With that, you then turned to the last man standing in the room. You gave him a soft smile, slowly shaking your head as you amble across to him. You placed your hands on his biceps as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled down at you, before leaning in for a soft kiss. You chuckled and smiled into the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. You could feel the grip you had on you tighten with every second of the kiss. Once you let go, you slowly reached up to caress the side of his face with the scar with your hand.

“You look stressed… is it because of your day? Or because of the walking trash that just walked out?”

He chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head. You smiled as you walked towards his desk, moving some of the papers off before sitting on top of his desk. Shoto gave you an up and down glance, before walking towards you and standing in between your legs.

“So… why was Izuku here?” You asked him, rubbing at his shoulders and arms.

Shoto took a deep breath before leaning forward and laying his head on top of your shoulders.

“He came up here, accusing me of different things. I never found out he found out that the two of us were seeing each other… I was more focused on other things…”

Izuku was always so stubborn, that could be a good or bad thing depending on who side you were on. You sighed, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s go to your place? I’m really tired and I honestly just want to get as much sleep as I can.”

You could feel Shoto smile into your shoulder, before nodding. You were about to push him off of you, so you could both get what you need and walk out together, a sudden force whooshed you off your feet, arms grabbing at you and carrying you in a bridal position.

“Shoto!” You squealed, holding on to his shoulders.

He just softly chuckled once more, as he carried you out of the office, nothing but smiles on the two of you’s faces.

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