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-Reader’s Pov- I dream of Cato climbing through the open window and joining me on the bed, going on the other side of Alex. He smiles and tells me to go back to sleep and I giggle and tell him that I’m already dreaming. He laughs and Alex starts to move. We both still until the baby falls back into his sleep. “You’ve done so well without me _____. I’m proud of you.” I smile and the tears immediately start. “I miss you. I can’t raise him alone. I can’t do this alone.” he shushes me and pulls me closer. I can feel his warmth against my cheek as he smooths the tears away. “You s

 Cato’s smile falls slightly and he clears his throat. I push away from him and sit on our bed, resting my head in my hands. “Why? Why would you do this to us?” my voice is nothing but a whisper. I think I’m too distraught to do anything else anyways. Cato sits next to me with a now completely serious face. “I knew no matter what I said you were going to sacrifice yourself for me.” He brushes my hair from my face and traces what features he can see. “I couldn’t let you do that. Besides, if I die in this I want you to have something to remember me by.” I look up when I feel his smile. His

“Don’t move.” Fingernails sharper than a needle’s point dig into your delicate, tender wrists. Hot sweat lightly coats over heated forms with a filmy glaze. A mess of flaming hair tickles your forehead, hair veiling a pair of eyes lit with a seething envy and a blazing, twisted lust you never knew existed. Strong hips press into your own further pinning you to the sheets beneath you, the fibers like broken glass against sensitive nerves. You dare not make a sound. Hell, you refuse to let a breath of air escape your trembling lips. But, with his eyes narrowing into thin slits, a dark smile stretches across his mouth

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Word Count: 2,137 Estimated reading time: 8 minutes Warnings/disclaim: There may be swearing. I do not own any characters from Mystic Messenger they belong to their creators Author’s Note: I have nothing to say, other then, I hope this is good XD    Zen quickly walked over to ___, his wife, and manager. She was doing something on her phone, which always made his heart twinge a bit.    “Hey, babe. What are you doing?” She smiled at him and handed him a water.    “I’m just talking to Seven, he sent me a text so I was replying to him really quick.”    “What did he text you

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Word Count: 1669 (maybe) it’s counting my HTML coding Estimated reading time: 7 minutes Warnings/disclaim: There may be swearing. I do not own any characters from Mystic Messenger they belong to their creators Author’s Note: Reader-chan goes to Yoosung’s school, but she’s never told anyone, which helps Yoosung. Also, sorry if you/OC has green eyes and blonde hair, in this you don’t for the sake of conversation. Zen ___, you still here? You Yeah Zen You’ve been really quite. You I’ve just been reading. Yoosung I don’t like it when you’re so quite, I like readi

It was late May. A Saturday. Beautiful. Wonderful. Hot. There was one week left at the University before summer break started, but it would seem as though Mother Nature was getting a head start. The temperature had been climbing steadily over the past couple days until it finally reached the 39 degrees Celsius currently trying to melt everyone into the cement. Eight students, six boys and two girls, were currently gathered at the apartment the girls shared, intending to spend the day studying together for their upcoming exams. While the outside world was slowly burning to a crisp, they would be contently curled up together in the wonders of a

Kyoya's patience was beginning to thin. For the past ten minutes Tamaki wouldn't stop pestering him about changing their weekend plans. Kyoya had arranged their trip to the beach house last month and recently sent out invitations to at least twenty of their female classmates to come. He told Tamaki repeatedly his answer was no, but the blond wouldn't give up. Suoh kept trailing behind Kyoya as he walked around the music room they used for club activities. "Kyoya, stop being stubborn," Tamaki persisted. "I know it's not too late for you to change the date." "The day before is too late to change our plans. It's not possible," Kyoya sighed in

“You can't do this, I-I don't want to-!!” Your parents weren't listening to you. Had they ever listened to you? Not really. You may as well have just been an accessory for them to tote around, rather than a daughter. The car peeled up through the grand driveway until it reached the home of your soon to be suitor. You'd already signed this contract under duress, and only because your mother had made sure to guilt you with suggestions of bankruptcy and living on the streets if this deal wasn't struck. Now though, now you really wished you could take back that signature. In fact, you'd just about give anything to do so. Alas, that

[M/C]... [M/C]... [M/C].” Jumin Han impatiently tapped his diamond-studded pen against his desk. You had gotten much sleep the past few nights. You had been having nightmares. After the first two nights, the fear of having them again kept you awake. Since then, it had been 3 days. You couldn’t help but drift off at work. You worked for the luxurious H&R branch as Jumin Han’s personal assistant. Ever since he had fired Jaehee, you had risen to take her place. He worked you night and day, but you couldn’t help but admire him. He had worked so tirelessly to promote his company, and that ungrateful Jaehee didn’t