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──── ★ wiyn ! 19. she. eng. multifandom. you'll just lead me on 'til I'm drowning in tears. sfw ! mostly gn | masterlist.
it took me like 10 tries tryna fix the tags, oh my bruh i dont think i got this anymore
───── when wounds mean more than its blood
cw. lohen x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. fluff? (wow...) lohen is injured and he is noot happy about that, just like you, his lover. might be ooc even tho i did his story quest the second it came out LOL. cheesy af but god forbid we dream. yeah its probably self indulgent you caught me. not proofread, i havent done this in a while, its been two years... ~600 wordcount.
for the vice captain of the 5th company whos obsessed with power — the way lohen's fingers nervously tap against the bedside table's surface isn't exactly screaming powerful.
— the sun has set ; michael kaiser.
starring :: michael kaiser x reader
wc :: 800
tags :: hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, nightmares, implied self harm and abuse, kaisers backstory (brief)
synopsis :: michael kaiser often times has nightmares about his past, and you’re the only one who seems to not mind his outbursts.
when michael kaiser has days where the weight of his life seems to overcome his resolve, there will be no doubt that on that night, scenes of his past come and haunt him. agonizing nightmares keeping him pinned onto nothing but illusion as he chokes on awaiting tears in his sleep. it’s unbearable, really: constant tossing and turning without his consciousness, harsh clutching of his blanket, and the straining furrow of his eyebrows–and it hasn’t changed ever since.
well, perhaps it’s been bearable from the moment you’ve been by his side when he sleeps.
“mihya,” you call softly, “come on, wake up.”
Meet Cute
Micheal Kaiser x GN! Reader
No warnings, just pure fluff! Reader is in college and from America. Reader is an anxious mess and a football fan. Apologies if the german is shit, I did my best. This fic is kinda scuffed but I wanted it to be done lol
“S–Sind Sie Michael Kaiser?” You blurt out, before mentally face palming at the stupidity of your own question. He laughs again, a slightly smug look on his face at being recognized before responding. “Ja, ich bin Michael Kaiser.”
LOOKING OUT FOR YOU — KARASU TABITO
SYNOPSIS: karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.
note: lol sorry guys i felt a little silly
wc ;; 2.5k
You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.
It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.
At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.
(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.
At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.
You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.
At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.
You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.
The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.
You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.
He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.
He doesn't mind all that much.
The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.
At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends.
He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.
"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.
"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."
"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."
Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."
Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.
He really should've known better.
As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.
So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone.
Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.
The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.
Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.
Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.
Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.
...
Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.
"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.
He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.
"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him.
You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"
"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"
Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.
Not until now, that is.
You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"
His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.
I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.
Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."
You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.
...
He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?
He feels more selfish than ever.
He feels sick, actually.
"Hey."
This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."
He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."
Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.
"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."
Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"
The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.
Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?
He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.
The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.
Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room.
He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.
Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.
I... just want you.
That's all. That's all he knows.
His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face.
The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.
He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.
...
He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.
The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught.
This couldn't all be for nothing.
He has to tell you. It's now, or never.
He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.
He has to tell you.
He has to tell you.
Otherwise—
He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.
He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.
He has to tell you.
His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.
It is Otoya.
If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.
Love is an unexplainable thing.
It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.
It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.
Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.
But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.
Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.
Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.
Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.
The kind of love that will set you free.
Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.
Now, it must fly away.
Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.
You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.
He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.
∑ foolish fondness ➛ reo.m
reo was definitely, absolutely, entirely, not jealous.
not when you called this guy ‘cute' 一sure he clenched his fist into an aggressive ball shade, but nothing crazy. not when you dubbed him as you 'bodyguard’一as if reo can't secure you a whole army to watch over you like hawks 24/7.
and definitely not when you called that ‘mister x’ handsome.
Maybe his looks were enough to kill an entire generation, but no, he wasn't jealous.
to be accurate, he was burning alive.
what makes it special
calling your friend a pet name in front of your boyfriend MIKAGE REO
cw: possessive reo, fem!reader, guy friend wc: 651 itoshi rin version soon!
you were strolling enthusiastically through the crowded mall with your boyfriend, your eyes darting excitedly from one window display to another in hopes of finding the perfect present for your best friend’s upcoming birthday. you really appreciated reo’s offer to tag along because it was no secret to you, or to anyone else for that matter, that the mikage corporation heir is one heck of a stylish man.
as you continue impatiently scanning the endless storefronts with all the dazzling fashion trends on display, your frustration begins to gnaw at you. despite looking around nearly every corner of the mall, the dress that your friend had wanted for a long time was nowhere to be seen. sensing your annoyance, reo softly chuckles, his hand finding its way to your waist as he calmly guides you to a very elegant-looking store, “y/n, is that the soft pink coquette dress you were lookin—”
“—oh my god, this is it, reo!” you blurt out, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you grab his wrist and drag him away from the window display and into the store, “you found it, thank you!” you kiss his cheek, a bright grin spreading across your face as you hurry down to the appropriate aisle. your embarrassed boyfriend awkwardly follows behind as he rubs the back of his neck, “anything for my princess.” he softly murmurs.
while your boyfriend was distracted with the gold jewelry on the wall, your hands browsed through the colourful assortment of dresses on the rack, searching for the one you had seen outside. finally spotting the only pink dress, your hand reached out to grab it only to unexpectedly brush your fingers against someone else’s hand—someone who wanted the same dress.
“oh, sugar,” you laugh, patting your guy friend with a cheeky grin, “you came here to buy your girlfriend the dress she loves?” your friend rolls his eyes playfully, gently pushing your hand away, “heh. i wanted to. but now—”
“sugar? who’s sugar? who’s he?” your boyfriend strides over to you quickly, his arm encircling your waist protectively as he shoots a belittling glare at the man. upon hearing your pet-name, he reasonably assumed you were beckoning him over, however his gentle smile quickly faded into an irritated scowl as he saw the strange man talking to you with such familiarity.
you glance up at reo with a soft giggle, intertwining your fingers with his, “he’s f/n’s boyfriend and my close friend. i guess we both thought of buying her this dress,” you explained, lifting the garment by its hanger.
“wow, you never mentioned me to your boyfriend?” he jokes, his finger about to playfully poke your shoulder, before he hesitates, sensing the billionaire’s jealousy, “i’m hurt, y/n,” he adds with a pout. he looks at your boyfriend and extends his hand for a handshake, “nice to meet you, reo—”
“it’s mikage for you,” your boyfriend hisses, the tone of his voice had an unmistakable hint of annoyance that he put no effort to mask. he hands you his card and pats your back in the direction of the checkout area, “here, sweetheart. go buy the dress,”
“thanks,” you give one last apologetic glance at your friend before scurrying away to the cashier.
“man, i really wanted to buy f/n that dress,” the guy muttered awkwardly, a failed attempt at a joke. he was trying to ease the tense atmosphere, but reo was not helping at all.
reo simply scoffs, turning around as he crosses his arms together, “my girlfriend found the dress first, so you better hurry and find something else while you still have the time, fool.” he adds with a disgusted expression before walking away, leaving your poor friend bewildered.
“oh, sweetheart, you’re back!” you smile and hold his hand, “what were you tal—”
“sugar,” he sulked.
your brows furrowed in confusion, “what?”
“call me sugar.”
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what do i do when i have writing block? write a drabble for reo of course, the cure for my halt and depression, a man that i need in my life
reo knew this is a bad idea.
maybe if he had a little piece of mind and considered the fact that you will end up inebriated to the point where you were wiggling around like a spaghetti, leaping joyfully every short second you got. even chanting a random melody, handing him a non-existence microphone as if you were in a karaoke, 一a place he grew to love because of you一
don't get him wrong, reo loved a lot of things about you, most of seeing you carefree, like a free bird. shuffling around the street for all what you cared for the world, he couldn't feel anything but the universe thumping in his ribcage.
it was you two engagement celebration. nevertheless, he scored nothing more then be enclosed by other reeking riches bastard, he spent the whole night seething at whoever laid an eye on you. violet hues filled with cold acquisitive greed. that left him drying sober, he just couldn't drift away his eyes of you. and if it wasn't for the cockblooker 一aka his parents一 crawling his way to guests that he bet reading a newspaper would have been more fun than keeping a chat with them, he would've been spent the whole night glued to your figure.
before he knew it, you were all drunk and barely able to walk two steps straight. reo wanted any reason to leave early anyway, so he take off your shoes ever so mildly, caressing his fingers cautiously beyond the pained parts, mainly the heel to the achilles tendon. you mumbled something about the pairs suffocating you throughout the whole night. so now they were hung by his two fingers.
all what he had of despair glided into ashes the moment it was only you and him, it may be left uncharted, but reo always felt like it was only the two of you in this world, a world where he doesn't have to carry the burden of being judged, where he can spin you around without worrying about slamming flatly onto the floor, where he can slow dance with you in his arms without feeling like an idiot every time he stepped on your feet 一out of nervousness, not his fault that your face was too much of a distraction.
"heyyyy, reoo, look at me! don't i look enlightened under the sunlight." you sluggish, a hand under your chin as you posed, feeling yourself as you blow your fiancé's a kiss. reo cold feel an arrow keening throughout his heart, and somehow he still managed to gather himself to not collapse on the dirty ground.
"dearest. as much as you look astonishing as ever, this is a street light, and it's almost midnight."
your face fell off onto a sulk, flipping your thumb downward at reo. "booo, haterr." you say as you stick out your tongue at your soon to be husband beaming back playfully, he wasn't even bothered.
"I assure you, my love. no hater is willing to carry these pair of shoes. they hella stinky." says reo, shoving your pairs away as possible, even blocking his nose holes merrily. and he couldn't be happier when you gasped dramatically, slamming your palm on your chest where your poor, fragile heart shattered at such painful words.
"nonsense! i will not take such a fails accusation! these twins of mine will remain memorized forever," you say heedlessly, whirling around in circles to prove your pointlessness.
reo says something about being careful, but you keep spinning yourself until your vision becomes blurry and your eyes were drifting in different directions. you were dizzy, so dizzy your feet were betraying you, you couldn't keep your balance, and before you meet the ground, a firm arm caught you midway.
"hey! i told you to be careful," reo's hand made it way to your waist, keeping you in shape. you almost felt like a slimy baby in his grip, he wanted to scold you more, for being reckless, for smiling broadly and making him gush, for holding his soul hostage, but he was far, far a goner to be rescued.
"haha, i did it because i knew you'd catch me." your chuckles overcome him any sense of life within him, the amethyst eyes of his only sees you, only felt the wreck of yearning pouring on you, reo's heart was pinning under your spell.
"yeah?" he asked, a stupid lovesick smile on his face.
"mhm! you'd always come to catch me when i fall." you were right, he'd jog his way to the end of the world for you. to make sure your save and sound.
"always," he assures you, tightening his hand to pull you even closer that no such thing as personal space exists between him and you, your light cologne blending with his heavy one. he snuggled his nose against the skin of your neck, drinking on your scents, as if it was the only air that bloomed his lungs. it was ticklish that it made you laugh inwardly, which was a balm on his chest. presses a quick peck on your warm cheek along the way. then carrying you with one hand like a lightweight tool to him.
"let's go home my prince charming, i need to take a looong bath." you babbled, fondling him a sloppy kiss just an inch away from his lips. a little dumbfounded, he still drags you alongside with him, you were a farther goner to notice the struck expression he had glued to his face, a faint reddish hue across his cheekbones and tip-ears.
"I'm already embracing it." maybe you were too drunk to hear that, maybe he didn't say it out too loud, maybe he's too in love to care, who knows.
ding!
. . . mikage reo. the language of gifts.
note. noo needs a reo :(( if your name is mikage reo, please slide into my inbox, thank you <33
“what’s this?”
reo’s curious as he scans the box you’ve given him. it’s wrapped in plain white wrapping paper, though he could tell that the patterns visible on it were hand drawn.
“it’s uhm . . . a small gift i made for you,” you answer him with a nervous chuckle. “consider it a thank-you gift for tutoring me in chem; i aced it because of you.”
his heart flutters at the sentiment, and he can’t help but pull you close to him with one hand, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. he knew how kisses on the lips startled you and made you feel embarrassed whenever he saw your reaction, so reo settled for the next best thing.
꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ masterlist… prev… a new light. ENTRY TWO: WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG? next … personal problems.
ᡣ𐭩 . even after all these years, detective itoshi rin has never gotten over the murder of his wife. he swore that he'd find the killer and figure out what really happened to you that night. the case ended up getting out up as a cold case, however. one day, though, he happened to stumble upon your diary while clearing up the attic to move to a new house. as he went through it, he realised that maybe it wasn't murder, perhaps something else. now with new leads, he manages to open the case again, with a new hope to find out what happened to you, but personal matters start getting in his way.
series : detective! itoshi rin! x dead! fem! reader, mentions of death, marriage, angst, rich! rin, mystery au, abuse, violence, black mail, unrequited love, threats, widowed rin, yn and rin have child named “mai” stalking ノ 2.5k wc. ノ mentions of eating disorder, yn has shitty parents, reader is said to be a personal trainer and described to have strong arms and abs.. (more could be added.)
He knew he shouldn’t have left the diary on the counter—not where Emi was, at least. He left for two minutes as he went to the bathroom.
Emi was eyeing it even before he left and wasted no time opening it. She knew she didn’t have long, so she quickly skimmed through the book, starting from the middle.
Her eyes seemed to widen at something, though—that was what Rin walked in on.
"Hey, don’t touch that,“ he cut himself off the second his eyes landed on the page she was reading.
Diary entry???? 26/11/2018 I was walking home today from work since my car was getting fixed, Rin couldn’t get me since he was at work, and Mai was sleeping at her grandparents house. (Of course Rin's parents, like I’d let her sleep over at my parents.) I felt someone following me—steps, light—the guy—or she—was light on their feet. I could barely hear it until they stepped on a stick. I also felt like I was being watched from all sides. I don’t know; should I tell Rin? I think I shouldn’t; he’ll overreact.
“Do you think... maybe, you know?” Emi averted her eyes from the boy, scratching the back of her neck.
“No, I don’t know.”
He gulped at the thought. It was only a few minutes ago that he thought—for a moment—that you had maybe committed and made it look like murder—but now, it hinted that possibly—you had been murdered.
He was confused; he wanted answers; he wanted to get revenge on whoever did that to you.
He never told anyone what he walked into that day. His daughter sat happily in front of the TV in their living room. He thought today was just like any other day; he thought it was normal.
Until he walked into the master bedroom. You were on the floor, laying like you were sleeping in a wedding dress—it was drowning in blood, so he couldn’t quite tell if it was yours or another.
It looked like yours, though.
He remembers hearing the sirens, but it was too late. He walked in too late. He made sure his daughter wouldn’t see anything, but it wasn’t like the two-year-old would remember this.
He didn’t even get to hear your last words; no one did. Maybe the murder did.
You thought you had time to play with her, but you didn’t. You thought she wouldn’t see it coming and that you would have fun. But you didn’t; she found out. You had to kill her—they told you too; you had no choice; she’d tell her husband; she’d out your plan; you’d all go to prison; or maybe only you would. Following her wasn’t as easy as it was at first. You smiled at the sight of her in the wedding dress, all lifeless. You were a physcopath; you all were. They honked, and they told you to get out. Yet again, you didn’t get to have your fun. But it didn’t matter; another one would come soon; she’d be easier, you would have more time, and no one would know.
It took a couple weeks for him to reopen the case, but he managed.
“You think you could take care of Mai again, Emi?” He asked; she was the only person he trusted around his child; his other friends would probably teach her things she definitely didn’t need to know at the age of eight. “If you don’t have anything to do, of course.”
She nodded her head. “I know how important this is to you. And I want to know what happened to my best friend,” she smiled.
He may not like her much, but she was a big help when he needed it.
And yet again, he found himself in his precinct, staring at your case. It was late; he wished to be with his daughter, but he wanted his daughter to grow up knowing what happened to her mother and knowing the killer was locked up, serving his sentence in prison. 26-year-old female, suspected of murder. She was found on the floor in a wedding dress, drowning in her own blood. Signs of struggle. Stabbed in the chest numerous times, hand marks on the neck.
He grabbed the grey leather diary, skipping to the last few pages.
Diary entry??? 27/11/2018. I was being followed again! I don’t know, am I imagining it? I don't know. I think I caught a glimpse of the guy. I could see much since a few people kept walking past, and when he realised I knew he was following me, he disappeared, but I remember he had green eyes, slim lips, and curly hair. It seems familiar. Like that dude I dated back in sophomore year? At least before I kind of cheated on him when I kissed Rin... What was his name again? Something that starts with an S... Seiji? Seiji Takahashi? Maybe it’s not him—maybe just someone who looked like him.
He turned the page to realise that that was the last one. His last lead. He’d bring the guy in and find something out. They’re has to me something. You always recognised faces, never wrong; even from afar, it was highly unlikely you were wrong, or at least he hoped.
Yet he wondered, Who ripped out those pages? Who murdered you? Why were you in a wedding dress? Who was stalking you?
With the number of cases he’s worked on, he knew there was a possibility it was multiple people.
He continued to stare at the empty page that came after the one he’d just read. He turned it against it, being met with the hard-back cover of the diary. He noticed there was unfamiliar handwriting on it, followed by an initial.
You should’ve told him sooner. — S.
It seems like he missed a page. Now, he could bring Seiji in and put him under investigation.
For a moment, he thought about how stupid he was last year—how could he not have found this out—how did he not find your diary?
But even with those thoughts that it would be easy, he couldn’t get his hopes up. Especially because he didn’t know what awaited him soon.
He looked at the other pile of cases on his desk, then at the half-empty precinct barley filled with the try-hard officers who wanted to make detectives.
He seemed like one of them, trying to become a police lieutenant or something.
The captain would kill him if he realised that he was completely abandoning all of the cases he just to investigate one from six years ago.
“What do you want to watch, Mai?” Emi asked the little girl, the remote in her hand.
The house was empty, filled with boxes—not only that, but she was sitting on the floor since the couches were in the new house.
They only had a carpet and two layers of blankets to cushion themselves with some pillows. It was comforting—kind of.
The kid hugged, so she opted for what she always saw her watching, Bluey. Which she had to admit was a lighthearted show that entertained her in a way. She even caught Rin watching it even after Mai went to sleep.
Before she knew it, the kid dozed off.
She gutted up, fixing her pink hoodie, which she’d owned for many years now; it had stains, but she didn’t mind. It was a shirt that she got to match with you; she loved it and held an attachment to it.
Even if part of her was mad that you got everything she wanted, she knew there were things she stole from you. And you were still her best friend; she loved you. Even if you drifted apart for a while,.
She picked up the child, who, for her age, was quite heavy, or maybe she was just weak.
She stepped into her room, which still has that smell of paint after Ron painted the walls back to white after they were a pretty shade of purple for a while.
She placed her on the medication and tucked her in, walking away, leaving the light on since Mai couldn’t sleep without it.
She was just like you. She was spitting, even when it came to her fears. The dark, clowns, and loud sounds.
She really was her mother’s daughter. You’d be proud. You’d be so happy to see her like this—the same hair, nose, and fears.
In a way, she didn’t like it, but that was the bitch side of her talking, because that side of her wished to be the one with Rin's child, not you.
But her, the real her, the one that wasn’t clouded by jealousy but only love for you, she loved the fact Mai was just like you, just like how you always wanted your child to be.
She dragged her feat to the kitchen, the voices of children coming from the television since she forgot to pause it.
She scanned the half-empty fridge, looking for something to fill her hunger.
She straightened her posture. “You really have to get new groceries, Rin. Are you sure your daughter isn’t starving?” The blonde-haired girl muttered to herself, pushing back the loose strand of her bangs behind her ear.
Suddenly she heard a bunch of ruckus coming from the Rins office.
She raised her brow, grabbing a small knife from the utensil drawer. She steadily made her way to the dark wooden door as she pulled the handle down.
The room was dark, with a bunch of empty bookshelves and a stack of papers on the desk; some made their home on the floor. There were a few pens in the pen holder, and the white curtains were open, as was the window.
… It was odd; Rin wouldn’t leave it open like that. She turned her head, but a glimmering hand made its way to her mouth.
She couldn’t see, not at all. Her back was pressed against the man’s chest. She was trapped; the man was overpowering her.
His free hand grabbed the small knife from her as he began to speak. “Where’s Itoshi Rin?” He asked. His voice was muffled by the mask that covered his face. “I don’t know!” She lied. Who knows what would happen if the man were to find out where Rin was? Rin was strong, but if the man had a weapon...
… She didn’t want to think about it. The strange man released his hold of her and backed away, opening the office door and shutting it. It wasn’t long before she heard the front door unlock. She wanted to leave, but she was paralysed; she was too busy processing what just happened.
SIX YEARS AGO...
“I’m home, love.” He announced his presence, but he got no response. He assumed you took a nap. You were a personal trainer after all, always at the gym exercising. At first, it was never a career you wanted to pursue; it never even crossed your mind. But after struggling with your eating disorder, you wanted to help people achieve the body they wanted without starving themselves.
And you gained strong arms, which he found extremely attractive.
You were quite a popular one. Mostly among women, since you were always encouraging and helpful. Some of your friends were even your clients.
His daughter ran up to him, a bright smile on her face. "Where is mom?” He asked, squaring down to reach his daughter’s height. “She’s in her room,” she responded, and he gave her a pat on the head.
Mai had recently started forming full sentences that actually made more sense.
He entered the room with a rare smile on his face. Yet it quickly disappeared, his face expression morphing into one of horror; his eyes widened at the awful sight.
He ran over, the carpet stained with blood and the flowy white wedding dress stained with the dark red liquid. He gagged; he’d seen shit like this before, but it’s never been you.
It’s never been you with a wound on your stomach or your heart; it’s never been you with red hand marks on your neck; it’s never been you in this position.
Tears quickly weld up in his eyes. He knew that today would be the day he lost you.
He could only feel two emotions. Anger and sadness.
It wasn’t long before sirens were the only sound that filled the neighborhood. His daughter, tugging on his shirt with her small hands, said, “Dad, what happened to Mama? Will she be okay?" He sighed, trying to keep himself from breaking down and crying. He had to stay strong for his daughter. He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Why?” He hit his bottom lip in an attempt to stop it from trembling. “I don’t know, yet.”
He remembers how shy he became during the year that followed your death.
He fell into a state of alcoholism, constantly leaving his daughter in the care of his own parents. He couldn’t bear to look at her, not when she looked so much like you.
No one described how much he missed you. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if there would ever be a person to replace you.
He quickly snapped back from his thoughts, staring at the old pages of the diary, ones he’d not read yet.
Honestly, there really wasn’t anything of much importance there—other than your thoughts or how your days went.
Until he thought of something, assuming that you’d been stalked those following three weeks before your death, he realised that it matched some old cases.
All women from his old school, oddly. It was five cases, and he quickly went to the records room.
He grabbed one dated during one of the women’s deaths in 2017.
The case was solved; apparently, it was her ex-boyfriend, but now, with the things that matched your own case, he started to doubt it.
Hina Watanabe. She was reportedly stalked for three weeks, which they reported to the police, but they had done nothing since her stalker hadn’t done anything to her.
He took the case file and the other four that were left and headed back to his desk. He went through the cases, trying to catch any details that matched your file or anything you said in your diary.
In the process, however, he ignored the buzzing from his phone, not even bothering to check who was calling him.
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money - convincing sae to buy you something is like winning a lottery (gender neutral)
warning: none
note: this was so random but i just imagined sae being a rich guy
“mi amor… just what am i even looking at?”
to say that sae was confused was an understatement. oh boy, he was beyond confused here. he came home from practice like every normal tuesday. tired, he just wanted some dinner and watched the soccer highlights but you had other plans.
you grabbed the tired boy and pushed him on the couch. telling him to sit tight, you ran into your room and came back with your computer. hooking it up with some cables, you connected it to the tv. before sae could even ask, you pulled up a presentation
“i made this and it’s very important! you better listen carefully or else!”, you threatened and gave him a smile
he shrugged since he was used to you being weird and doing questionable things already. making himself comfortable, he read the title of the so-called ‘important presentation’ you made
“why you should buy me tickets to watch lesserafim… have i heard that name before?”, sae asked carefully to not make you upset
“you don’t know lesserafim?? i’ve been talking- you know what it doesn’t matter. just hear my reasoning”, you grumbled and moved on to the slide
“you remember when you told me i could get anything i wanted for my birthday”, you asked
“yeah i remember”, sae cautiously agreed
“so i decided that i want lesserafim tickets for my birthday! as a broke university student, it is difficult for me to afford it”, you read off your slides
“i just don’t see where this is my problem? this lesserafim thing is something you like so i don’t see why i have to buy tickets. that’s not counted as a birthday gift”, sae replied
you facepalmed yourself as you stared at the pro player, who only shrugged his shoulders. it was gonna be difficult but were you going to quit? nope
“you’re rich! where are you even gonna use this money?? it’s not even that expensive. the tickets are only around $2000 without the commission fees and stuff”, you argued
“only $2000? mi amor that’s a literal scam. you’re just gonna watch some girls sing and dance so you could literally watch it at home for free!”, sae said
well… he technically did have a fair point. you could watch it from home. keyword: could. you agreed that prices were crazy high but the experience and feeling of being there with the crowd live was something no money could replace. you looked at sae in a pleading way to hopefully change his mind. the soccer player sighed before reaching out for his wallet in his pocket
“just this once i’ll buy you some lukewarm concert tickets. gosh, $2000 for just a performance that you’ll forget someday? why not just get a nice necklace or ring”, sae sighed in defeat
you celebrated your victory as sae handed you his card to make your purchase. you quickly gave him a hug and constantly thanked him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. then you ran to your computer and began the booking process
you were too engrossed to see the way how sae placed his hand on the same spot you kissed. a small trace of blush spread over his cheeks as he coughed to cover any embarrassment. watching you get this excited made every minute worth it.
he didn’t care how much money you asked. heck, you could even run your dream cat cafe if you wanted to with his money. he’d give up all his money just to see you smile- though he would never admit it and act all grumpy about it
“i hope you made dinner or else i’ll take my card back”
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───── (boring,) loving, morning routines
cw. kaedehara kazuha x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. mornings w kazuha the loml (tho i hate waking up early.) not proofread. 190 wordcount.
early mornings with kazuha always feel nothing but like a rush of love. he never does fail to show utter devotion to the one he adores, you.