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luniarix · 2 days

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FAVORITE FOLLOWER

ᥫ᭡synopsis : you have a mysterious follower who has been swiping up on your stories to flirt with you, and when you finally stop hesitating to reply back, he’s quick to make sure he sweeps you off your feet. if you let him, of course.

ᥫ᭡NOTE : the texts are a bit cut off, and i rlly don’t know how to fix it since it’s an app thing so :’))) (and don’t mind the dates on the texts(´；ω；`) it was too much of a hassle to change em LMAO) but just know that toji is complimenting you in each text you sexies <333

CW : fem!reader, chubby!reader, shy!reader, fluff, flirting, gentleman!toji, biker!toji, reader being an overthinker, slight angst (reader’s inner thoughts), talks of insecurity and reassurance, long distance!au, texting!au (with some cheesy texts), toji pining after u first o(｀ω´ )o, the bff is up to interpretation of your own gals :-)

a prequel to *⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

“did he swipe up again?” your best friend asks, taking a bite out of the fruit bowl she was indulging in. you chew on your bottom lip, a way to try and suppress your lingering smile as you glance at her. “uh—yeah.” you breathlessly say, staring at the dms between you and another user.

toji was his name. you knew that much by his user and the way friends addressed him in the comments. he was a mysterious person, because although he posted himself, it was never much of his face. he was a biker, and he’d usually post the late night drives he went on. so that means, his helmet was all you could usually see.

but oh god, even if he didn’t show his face, everything else about him was so sexy. you just knew that he was so, so handsome. your best friend never fails to mention that huge possibility when the topic of toji himself is brought up—and intrigues you even more about who he really is.

“what’d he text you?” your friend asks, raising a brow as she sees the way you’re trying to hide the growing smile as you’re staring at your phone screen. you clear your throat, trying to act nonchalant. “nothing, he just said that i look pretty from my story.” she stares at you with a knowing look.

“let me see.” she gets up to walk over to you, curiosity and excitement written all over her face. you bashfully hesitate to show her your screen, but when you do—she’s practically geeking.

“girl why haven’t you replied to him yet?!”she scrolls up to see that he’s been consistently replying to your stories for a while, and you’re looking away from her piercing stare.

“2 and a half months of him flirting in your dms? and you’ve only been liking his texts?babes c’mon!! you should answer him!” your friend playfully hits her hips with yours and you groan. “well i would but—but i just haven’t had the courage to.” you place your head down, folding your arms under your head as support. your friend scoots closer towards you and places your phone right beside your elbow.

“just start by responding to his most recent flirty text to the picture you posted the other day.” you raise your head up again and grab your phone, glancing at your friend anxiously. she winks back at you in reassurance. you huff and slowly straighten your back, staring at your screen as you try to think of how to finally respond to him.

spring had just started rolling around, and the picture you posted on your story was of you in a long sleeve body con dress. you didn’t look anywhere near extravagant, as it was simply supposed to be an outfit out for a arcade night with your friends. but the way toji complimented you, you might as well have been wearing a dress to some gala.

he always had a formal way of complimenting— and if you were being honest, you liked it so much more than what men were complimenting you with.

u fine asf. u send? and yo u sexy, let me hit pls aren’t exactly what a girl wants to hear as a conversation starter.

you suck in your bottom lip, chewing on the soft skin as you begin to type. you wanted to respond at one point, but with how highly he praised you, you shied away from flirting back as you felt a bit intimidated by him— more so because he was so mysterious and the way he carried himself was intriguing. you wanted to get to know him, truly.

but if you didn’t live up to what he was expecting? if you end up making him pull away somehow? if he wanted more than you could give? if you weren’t enough?

the overwhelming thoughts of overthinking chipped away at your eagerness to reply back, and so you’ve been putting it off. but with the push of your friend, you decide that it’s time to finally pull up those big girl panties and text the man that has been complimenting you in ways that has you swooning over and over again.

you decided that it’d be best to respond with a simple thank you, as you were still nervous as to how to start a conversation with him.

you stare at the screen as you groan, cringing at your own texts as you believed that maybe you should’ve said something different. you began to debate if you should just delete the text and say something else, but the more you thought about it the more you got into your own head. it wasn’t until you see the words “seen” under your texts that you begin freaking out.

“oh my god he’s texting—what the fuck!!” you panicked as you threw your phone across the table and began to fan yourself. your friend stares at you before cracking up, grabbing your phone as she hears a ding. “he texted you back already? girl he want you so bad. hurry up and reply!” she tosses your phone back to you, and you groan as you try to calm your nerves.

this was so stupid, it’s not like this was the first time someone was sliding up your dms—but it was different with him. toji was someone who you’d started crushing on the first time he swiped up. so like, freaking out was a normal reaction no?

“hurry up and check what he said!!” your friend ushers you while laughing to turn your phone back on as you playfully swat her away. you go back to instagram, and you can’t help but get flushed all over again.

you wince in shame. of course he would ask you as soon as you replied back—after all, you did keep him hanging for 2 and a half months while he was basically flirting with the wall in your dms. but he can’t blame you! you liked all of his texts, and you were just too shy (more like hesitant) to respond back until now! he’ll understand, right?

you sigh at the utter arrogance of that thought process. but you had to be honest with him, you knew that. but starting off a conversation in which you explained your insecurities and overthinking with him wasn’t a good first impression for yourself for a man that could blossom into someone more than a stranger—so you decided to give him a short yet truthful answer.

maybe, if (when) you two had the chance to grow into something more in the future, you would answer him in full.

if you were being honest, it’s quite endearing to know that toji’s clearly been waiting for your responses, and he’s now typing back. you tug at your oversized shirt as you let out a sigh of relief.

it was an exhale that you didn’t even know you were holding in.

you softly laugh at your silly overthinking, realizing how much you let the thoughts consume you that you hadn’t even given yourself the chance to get to know toji.

it seemed frightening the longer you pondered the interaction, and you probably should’ve done this a while ago.

after all, the things that frighten us within our minds tend to be less scarier when we’re actually faced with them.

“so how’s the convo with mysterious biker going?” your friend's soft-spoken voice brings you out of your inner monologue. you turn your body slightly towards her as you place your phone down to calm your nerves. they were good nerves, though. you were excited to finally get to talk to him.

a small but glowing smile forms on your lips as you prop your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your palms. "it's going good—and we're getting towards an actual conversation." your friend doesn’t miss how your eyes twinkle with giddiness, and she grins at you. “okay girl, see—i told you you should’ve texted him way sooner.” she gives you a pointed stare and you avert your gaze embarrassedly.

“i know,” you sheepishly shrug your shoulders, grabbing your phone again to look at what toji said. “i might have been holding myself back from letting him in—even if it was for just a moment.” you admit, words slowly dying out as you stare at your screen.

oh my. did he just call you mamas? and he’s been wanting to get to know you? he’s been wanting you? this whole time?

you almost let out a loud squeal, but you cover it up by keeping your fist near your mouth, muffling the giddy noise you made. was it even possible to fold this fast in a conversation? because surely, you knew by now that you didn’t want to stop here.

you almost didn’t even notice the change of texting toji had because of how exhilarated you felt, but you found it so cute as you believed it to be him getting more comfortable with you.

oh, you should’ve—really should’ve—talked to him much sooner. but you shouldn’t dwell on it anymore, as you still ended up talking to him. you begin to type, cheeks hurting from how hard you’re grinning, and your head in cloud 9.

“so,” your friend starts, having you turn your attention to her once again. "i see that you and toji are hitting it off pretty well, huh?" she raises her brows at you teasingly. you laugh, nodding your head in response.

“yeah… i—” you cut yourself off, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. “i thought that it would be really intimidating if i ever talked to him, but i realized that i was just… afraid, i guess?” you timidly shrug your shoulders, because admitting how you felt out loud made you realize how trivial your hesitation actually was.

“now you know, hm?” your friend gives you a warm smile, knowing that the realization had hit you. she doesn’t tease you about it, nor does she make any more comments besides that.

no one should be forced to step out of their comfort zone if they aren't ready to do so anyway.

you give her a toothy-grin, nodding energetically. you were ecstatic—to say the least. “i’m not sure where this’ll go but i really want to take that leap—he’s super sweet and so cute.” your friend whistles in agreement. “look at what he’s said then!”

and so you do.

a sudden surge of warmth blooms and spreads throughout your chest, reaching up your neck and spreading across your face. you were warm, but it (mostly) wasn’t because you were swooning for toji once again—it was because you felt like this was the start of something new.

you had a gut feeling that this was going to be a long, and most definitely exciting new journey. and this time; you weren’t hesitant.

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starkwlkr · 10 hours

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the sound of my voice will haunt you | mark webber

part 1 part 2

Grace sat in a chair watching you and Mark talk. She was so bored that she started to imagine herself as you. She found a head set and slipped them over her ears. While she played pretend, you were facing reality talking with Mark.

“Does she know about me?” Mark asked.

“She only knows your name. I never talked to her about you. Why would I? You threw it all away so easily, Mark. You broke my heart.” You snapped at him. You had to calm yourself since your daughter was just a few feet away.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and the amount of times I say I’m sorry isn’t going to fix it.”

“If this is you telling me you want to be in Grace’s life, you have no right.”

Mark knew that. It absolutely broke him that he had a daughter and he couldn’t be with her, but he had fucked it all up. He looked over at the young girl and saw how she played with the head set. She was a miniature version of you.

“I know and I won’t ask for forgiveness of any kind, not from you or Grace. You’ve done an amazing job raising her.” He continued. “Maybe one day you could tell her about me? If not, i understand.”

“As if you told anyone about me in your book. Mark, I did everything for you. I got in trouble for driving you to races, my parents almost took away my keys! I worked day and night in a shitty restaurant, I almost missed my own graduation because of you! A little note would’ve been nice, but it’s as if I never existed in your world. It hurt me.” You held back tears. Suddenly you’re a teenager again hearing all the loud yelling coming from your parents for driving Mark to his races.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to mention you at all. . . ” He said quietly.

“You’re my past now, I would love to stay away from the past. So when you do attend any of the upcoming races and Grace is here, don’t talk to her. It would be better if she didn’t know about you. Please.” You stated.

My own daughter won’t know about me

Mark understood. It would be better after all.

“Okay.” Was all he managed to say. He nodded and lanced one last time at Grace. “Goodbye.”

Before he could leave, Grace looked at him. She wondered why he looked sad. “Why are you sad? Is your favorite team not winning?” She asked Mark.

“Grace. . . It’s time to go.” You hoped Mark wouldn’t start a conversation, but he did. Of course he was making it harder for you.

“Actually, I used to drive for the team that’s winning and I was okay for a number two driver.” Mark crouched down to talk to Grace.

“Did you win lots of races?” She asked.

Mark let out a chuckle. “I won nine races.”

Grace gasped. “My dad won nine races too!”

At that moment, you wished you were anywhere else. Why couldn’t Mark just leave? Why did Grace have to be nice to everyone and be so curious? And why did you tell Grace that her dad was a driver?

“Your dad? He drives?” Mark questioned.

Grace nodded. “Well I think he doesn’t anymore. Mom said my dad was a driver and that he won nine races, but that’s all I know. I had to make a school project about my family and I asked mom about my dad. Do you know my dad?”

Before Mark could reply, you stepped in. “Sweetheart, it’s time for him to leave. Come on, we’ll get ice cream on the way back.”

“Bye!” Grace waved to the unknown man as you grabbed her hand and walked away from Mark.

He felt a little okay knowing his daughter knew something about him. Maybe one day you would change your mind and let Grace know the truth.

MIAMI 2024

Mark wouldn’t see you or Grace until the Miami Grand Prix. He honestly didn’t feel like even going, but Oscar insisted. At least he wasn’t going to be alone, Jenson was also going, but the British man would be conducting interviews. He kept busy looking at his phone until found him in the Mclaren hospitality. He wasn’t sure why you were even looking for him in the first place.

“Can you look after Grace? My friend couldn’t make it and she was the only person I trust to look after her. I wouldn’t ask if I had another option.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of her.” Mark nodded, putting his phone away. “Where is she?”

“She’s with Oscar in his driver’s room. Just please don’t mention the obvious.” You demanded.

“I won’t, but can I ask one thing?” He stared at your eyes that he still loved after many years. “Why did you tell Grace that her dad won nine races and that he was a driver? You could’ve lied.”

You didn’t want to lie to your daughter, you just couldn’t so you told her part of the truth. Technically, you didn’t think she would even meet Mark ever.

“I can’t lie to her. She knows when I’m lying anyways.” You said.

“What’s her favorite color?” Mark suddenly asked. “I want to know at least some stuff about her so I can talk to her. What if she gets bored halfway through the race?”

You hesitated even telling Mark, but you did anyway. “Her favorite color changes everyday, but today it’s purple. She loved coloring with chalk, she wants to have a puppy and name it Goose like the character from Top Gun, her favorite book series is Junie B. Jones and she tells everyone that she’s tall for her age.” You listed several things.

Mark smiled as he listened to you. “Top Gun? We watched Top Gun on our first date, you know?”

“You’re so annoying.”

You and Mark walk back to the Mclaren garage, which obviously made several people confused. Were you back together? No, you couldn’t be . . . right? By the time the race was close to starting, photos of you and Mark were everywhere. Even Sebastian had texted Jenson wondering about you and Mark.

Grace was sitting next to Mark when the race began. She occasionally glanced at him then grabbed his paddock pass and read his name.

“You’re here with Oscar?” She asked.

Mark nodded. “I’m his manager.”

“So you’re like his dad when his dad is not here?”

“That’s one way to put it.” He chuckled. “Your mum told me you like want a puppy.”

Grace’s eye lit up with joy. “Yes! The puppy is going to be named Goose and they’re going to sleep in my bed.”

Mark hardly payed attention to the race. He kept asking questions in hopes that he could learn more about her. Once in a while, you would look back only to see Mark and Grace laughing.

“One time, my mom almost lost her necklace because she was dancing too hard to her favorite song. It fell and we looked everywhere for it but we couldn’t see it because it was a small letter. But I found it!” Grace said which made Mark question if it was the same necklace that he had given you years ago.

“What letter was it?”

“I think it was M?”

The ‘M’ necklace was a gift from Mark on your first anniversary. It was old, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it. If anyone asked what the M stood for, you lied saying it was your middle name or for someone in your family.

“Does your mum always wear it?” Mark asked.

“Not anymore. But I think it’s pretty.” Grace replied. “Your name starts with M!”

All Mark did was nod.

The race had finished and soon you were back to your daughter. She had told you how Mark has dogs and invited her to meet them.

“Grace, can you go sit over there for a little while? I need to talk to Mark.” You pointed to the seat that she was sitting during the race. She obeyed and now it was just you and Mark. “Thank you. I really hope she wasn’t too much to handle.”

Mark shook his head. “She’s very talkative when it comes to her favorite things. She’s a great kid.” He debated whether to tell you about the necklace story that Grace had told him. Finally, he decided he would keep that to himself.

“I wanted you to hear this from me instead of the media. I’m leaving the team after this season.” You said only loud enough for him to hear.

“But you’ll be back, right? I mean the team is doing well, Lando just won his first ever race, obviously it could’ve been better for Oscar, but you are the heart and soul of this team.” Mark could see a frown forming on your face.

“I love this team, but it’s time for me to be a mom. Grace needs me, Mark. I already told Zak and it’s final. They’ll announce my departure soon. Thanks again for looking after Grace, this is the last time you’ll see her.”

He was glad that he could at least spend some time with Grace. She was a joy to be around. Their time together was something Mark would cherish forever.

For the rest of the 2024 season, Mark stopped calling you the Mclaren team principal and, instead, used your name. He praised you, gave you the credit you deserved and defended you any time. Mark had even made a statement about the person who had leaked the information about you and him when he talked with Fernando. It was rumored that a photographer had leaked it. He knew nothing was going to change, but he needed to correct his wrongs. It all started with an instagram post about you.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 days

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just the way you are

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta finds you crying when you’re feeling insecure and comforts you

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“Hey. Effie wants us in the dining room to go over some of the…“ Peeta trailed off when he opened your bedroom door to find you crying as you read something on a piece of paper. You folded the paper and quickly faked a smile to appease him as you wiped the tears from your face.

“Oh. Hi, Peeta. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Were you just crying?” Peeta asked as his big brown eyes filled with concern for you.

“No. I wasn’t.” You lied and wiped the rest of your face on the back of your hand.

“Yes you were. What’s wrong?” Peeta asked and sat beside you on your bed.

“Nothing. I wasn’t crying.” You insisted. “What did Effie say?”

“Forget about Effie. You’re not okay. How can I help?” Peeta asked and placed a hand on your knee. You stared at his hand and felt comforted by his presence but you didn’t want to admit what was weighing on you.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“You don’t have to lie. Not to me.” Peeta said in a soft voice and gave your knee and squeeze. The kindness in his voice was enough to move you back to tears so you looked up at the ceiling to keep them from falling.

“You wouldn’t get it.” You said quietly and shook your head.

“Maybe not.” He agreed. “But it might make you feel better to talk about it.”

You looked over at him to see if he genuinely cared or was just being nice. But the look in Peeta’s eyes told you he was fully present and ready to receive anything you had to say. You sucked in a sharp breath and smiled sadly.

“Cinna said that Snow asked if they could fix my body before the press tour for the Quarter Quell starts. And by asked, I think he means demands.”

“Fix your body?” Peeta frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. Make it better. Trim a little here. Add a little here. I could show you the list he gave to Cinna of what he wants me to have done. I haven’t even heard of most of these procedures.” You said as you handed over the paper list of procedures Snow requested of you. Peeta’s eyes widened as he took the list from your hands and read them one by one.

“Snow wants to do all of this?” He asked. “To you?”

“Mm hm. And he said he could “not understate the urgency” in getting them done. Apparently the doctors in the Capitol can do it all in one day. On the bright side, Snow said I’d be so high on pain meds during the press tour that I won’t have to feel nervous about the Quarter Quell. So. I guess that’ll be nice.” You nodded and wiped your face again. Peeta looked up at you and quickly pulled his sleeves over his thumbs to dry your tears.

“I don’t get it. Why would Snow want you to do all of this before going into the games?”

“Because, Peter. He said I wasn’t desirable. And that makeup isn’t enough.” You repeated his words and felt the same dagger in your heart as the first time you heard them. Peeta let out an abrupt laugh and looked at you to see if you were serious. When he saw the lost look in your eyes, he felt an anger grow inside him over someone making you believe that you weren’t pretty.

“Well who cares what you look like before going into a death match?” He asked and tried to keep a calm tone.

“Sponsors do.” You insisted. “Sponsors will root for the most desirable tributes and send them things to help them in the arena. Snow said that no one wants an ugly girl to win. And that if I want people to feel bad for me, they also have to want to sleep with me. He said these procedures would help.”

“You don’t actually believe all of that, do you?” Peeta asked when he realized you agreed with Snow’s words.

“I don’t know, Peeta.” You sighed in exasperation. “I’m from District 12. Everyone knows that’s most unsought district. We have nothing to show for ourselves, myself included. The girls from the other districts literally glow from the inside out. You saw them on the television the other day. With their perfect shiny hair and perfect shiny teeth. And they all had these incredible bodies and dazzling faces and bubbly laughs. And then there was me. Who everyone could tell had never been in a dress that nice or worn heels higher than my hunting boots. Snow was right when he said they can put all the makeup in the world in my face but I still look the same. So maybe…maybe he’s right. I don’t know. Maybe I could benefit from a few of these procedures.”

Peeta was quiet for a long time after you spoke. You started to feel embarrassed thinking that he agreed with everything you had said but didn’t know how to break that to you gently. You finally heard him suck in a a breath as he was about to speak.

“For a smart girl, you just gave the most idiotic speech I have ever heard.”

“I knew you wouldn’t get it.” You rolled your eyes to the ceiling as you shook your head.

“No, what I don’t get is how such an intelligent girl can believe any of that utter bullshit for even a second.” Peeta said, sounding angry with you. Your eyes welled up with tears again at the sound of him raising his voice.

“You don’t understand.” You whimpered. “I just want to be a pretty girl.”

“Pretty? Thats ridiculous. I would never do you the disservice of calling you pretty. The sunset is pretty. The flowers that grow by the fence are pretty. But you, you are fucking bewitching. You really don’t know that by now?”

You blinked in surprised as you turned to look at Peeta. You’d never heard him swear before in his life with this conversation being the only exception.

“Why are you yelling at me?” You asked him. Peeta abruptly got off the bed with the list in his hand.

“Because I’m angry. How dare he make you feel like you need to change anything about yourself? Fuck this list. You’re not doing any of this.” Peeta shouted and tore the list in half before crumpling it up and throwing it all the wall.

“Peeta.” You said surprise. He calmed down at the sound of your voice and panted a few times. He rubbed his face in his hands before taking a seat beside you again. You sat in silence for a moment as neither of you knew where to take the conversation next.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. That just really upset me.” Peeta said quietly after a minute.

“I can see that.” You laughed softly. “Why do you care so much? Or, at all?”

“Because I hate hearing you compare yourself to those other girls. Or put yourself down. I meant what I said. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Your beauty stops me in my tracks when I see you. So it upsets me that someone so striking has been made to feel like she needs to fix herself.”

“You don’t have to say that.” You told with a timid smile over all his compliments.

“I used to agree with you. I never thought I had to tell you that. I assumed you knew. But now that we’re sitting here and I’m listening to you doubt yourself, I realize I should have told you everytime I thought that. Which was just about everytime I saw you.” Peeta said and put his hand back on your knee. You looked into his big brown eyes and smiled softly before putting your hand on top of his.

“Just about?”

“Sometimes you come back from the woods looking a little rough.” He replied, making you laugh.

“I’m only playing. Even covered in mud, you are a sight to behold.” He said with a cheeky smile. You smiled sheepishly and intertwined your hand with his.

“Well according to Snow, no one wants to behold me unless I’m skinnier. But at the same time, he wants me curvier and more “womanly.” I’m pretty sure half the procedures on that list contradict each other. But that’s only the half I’ve heard of.”

“It doesn’t matter because you’re not doing any of them. Not even one. Everyone I see in the Capitol has scary little skeletal noses and giant lips that look like they might explode at any moment. And the skin on their faces is stretched so far back that they can’t even blink. And when I look at them, all I can see is that they all look the exact same. They go to the same doctors and copy and paste the same face. But you, you have the kind of face they can only dream of those surgeries giving them. They could never obtain this level of beauty.”

“Peeta. You’re just saying that.” You insisted as you toyed with his fingers.

“I’m serious. All the stars aligned when your face was made. You have a perfectly unique set of features that I have personally grown to love very much over the years. I thought you were beautiful when we were kids and I think you’re beautiful now. So please, don’t change a thing.”

“But I could be better.” You insisted. “If I just fixed a few things. My body could be better. And my face could be prettier.”

“You can’t fix something that’s already perfect.” Peeta shrugged and wasn’t having any of what you were saying.

“I’m far from perfect.” You said with a slight roll of your eyes.

“I know. But that’s why I love about you. I like that your teeth aren’t perfect and that your nose curves the way that it does. And I like your, you know, body.” He kept his eyes down as he confessed this with a rosy blush covering his face.

“You do?” You asked skeptically.

“Yes. And believe me, I could list about 100 reasons off the top of my head about what I specifically like about your body but I won’t do that. Don’t want to make things awkward.” He replied, making you laugh once again.

“I mean, you can, if you want.” You joked. “I won’t stop you.”

“Well in that case, I would be left absolutely devastated and unable to get off my knees if you were to change a thing about yourself. Especially your body. I love every part of you. Every part. I love the way your eyelashes curl and the way your limbs bend when you’re stretching. I love the way you carry yourself when you walk and when I can see in your face that just remembered to sit up straight. I love the arch of your fingers and how they feel sliding into mine. I love all the dips and rises I feel when I run my hand along your side when you’re asleep. And I especially, more than anything, love your face. Every single feature makes me weak. You still get my heart racing the way it did the first time I saw you when were kids. When I look over at you and see you’re already looking at me, I lose my breath. Because I can never believe someone who looks like you is looking at me.”

“Peeta.” You said softly with a coy smile on your face.

“That’s another thing I love. Your voice. Thank you for the reminder. It could pull me out of any sleep or stupor. Sometimes I ask you things I already know just to hear you explain them to me. I could listen to you all day. And on the rare occasions you let me catch you singing, well, I’m not sure if the English language has made words yet for how that makes me feel.”

Peeta felt relieved when a content smile crossed your face following his proclamation. You’d never been described in such a way and the list fell far from your mind. All you could think about was the way he was looking at you. Peeta reaching out and put a hand on your cheek to which you leaned in to.

“What I’m trying to say is, it would be a crime to alter anything about the way you came together. I even sometimes miss the dirt on your face or under your nails when I see you all done up. Because, well, I like you just the way you are.”

“Thank you, Peeta. I really needed to hear that.” You said and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. Peeta’s face heated up at the touch and he gulped.

“I wish I could show you how I see you. You’d be just as enchanted as I am. And I always have been. You’re just used to your features because you see them all the time. And I mean, I see them all the time too. I guess I just never get used to you.”

You stared at him for a moment and felt yourself being pulled towards him like a magnet. You blinked a few times before slipping a hand behind his head and pulling him into a kiss. His eyelashes tickled you as his eyes fluttered shut and he found his hands making their way to your back to rub up and down. You tangled one hand in his blonde hair and kept the other on his cheek as you kissed him until you ran out of breath. When you pulled away, you were both a little dazed and embarrassed.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I just did that.” You laughed nervously and touched your fingers to your lips. Up until that moment, you’d only ever kissed for the cameras. But he had said all the right things and looked at you in the right way so you felt the only natural conclusion to the conversation was to kiss him.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He replied with a shy smile. You let out another sheepish laugh and fixed his hair since you had messed it up.

“I, um, I like you the way you are too. You looked really handsome when we were on Caesar’s show but I like you best when you’re covered in flour with your hair all messy from giving it stressful tugs. And I like that your eyelashes are blonde but look like they’re made of gold in the sun. And I like how your hands are always chapped from how often you wash them.”

“You like that? Don’t they feel rough?” He asked and flexed his hand. You caught his hand and held it in yours as you stared into his eyes.

“That’s what I like about them. It makes me think of all the work you do to get them that rough.

“The work being frosting cakes?” He asked with a dry laugh.

“Hey. Don’t make fun.” You said warningly. “You make beautiful artwork on them. You should be proud.”

“Well, thank you.” He blushed. “I’m glad you like them. I’ll make one for you when we’re done with…all of this.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.” You smiled fondly as you stared into his brown eyes. Peeta smiled back before taking your hand back into his. He brought your hand to his lips and looked you in the eyes as he kissed the back of your hand.

“I really do think you’re beautiful. So I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense coming out of your mouth again, okay? You’re sensational. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

“Thanks for talking me down. It made me feel better to see a glimpse of myself through your eyes. So you don’t have to worry about me changing anything. I wouldn’t do that to you.” You said teasingly.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. And you know, you can talk to me whenever you want.” He assured you.

“I know.” You nodded. He gulped as his eyes dropped from your eyes to your lips for a moment.

“And you can kiss me anytime you want to, too.” He said in a quieter voice. A smiled tugged at your lips and you found yourself cupping his face to bring him into another slow kiss.

“I knew that too.”

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Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

tw: suggestive content

Misa x physio!reader

Moving in with her

"Hola amorcito." said misa walking into your apartment. "Having fun packing?"

"Oh yeah, love to put things in boxes and name them." you said ironically. "Can you help me with the stuff in the spare bedroom? I wanted to finish that before moving to the kitchen and living room."

"Of course. What are you doing with all the furniture?"

"Lucky most of it came with the apartment. And I'm donating everything that I won't be taking. Like the rug in my bedroom."

You two started to get to work. You had forgotten how much you had managed to fit into the little closet.

It felt weird to be moving. This apartment had been one of your first steps to becoming a 'big girl' and now here you were taking another step forward.

"A DJ controller?" she said pulling it out of the closet.

"Yeah, I failed miserably at it. So donation pile."

"You have so much stuff amor."

"I know, it's a bad habit."

"We'll make space for all your stuff, promise." you got up to press a kiss to her lips. "But please get rid of at least half of it." she said half joking.

"Aw look at this stuffed animals! What if we keep this one and give it to Miles?" you said holding up a lamb plushie.

"It's cute, he's going to destroy it."

"At least he'll have some fun. The others are going to that pile." you pointed once again to the donations.

Things has started lightly, but slowly it became more serious, coming to the realization, of what sharing a life with someone would be like.

You were halfway through when Misa loudly gasped.

"Is this what I think it is?" she said, holding up a photo album.

"Yes... when I moved alway from my parents' home, I got some of my favorite childhood pictures to bring with me."

"Can I open it?" you nodded, sitting on the floor by her side.

"You were the cutest baby amor." she said flicking through the pages.

"Oh my god, this was in a park close to my house, we would beg my mom to take us there. I hated sports, so instead of playing with my brother, I'd aways go towards the flowers, to try and find ladybugs." you said showing her the picture.

"Hated sports huh?" she said, giving you a light shove. "Why ladybugs?"

"I don't know. They just fascinated me. My brother would try to take them away, to piss me off. We would fight over it every time."

"So you were a protector before you were a healer." she said with an enchanting smile plastered on her face.

"Well, they were too precious to be hurt."

"That's exactly how I feel about you."

You looked into her eyes lovingly. This woman would be the death of you.

She kissed you deeply and as things became more heated, you straddled her, needing to feel more.

She straightened one of her legs, and accidentally knocked over some boxes.

"Fuck" she said under her breath.

"Ignore it. Please." you whispered hoping to just keep going and mind the mess later.

"At least now you've properly said goodbye to this place." she said fixing herself up, so you two could continue the packing.

You laughed and hit her arm. "You're unbelievable."

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lani-heart · 1 day

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|| series masterlist || next // previously

parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, rejection word count -> 2.1k

abstract -> my soul was always yours... im sorry it took this long

flashback – heeseung’s perspective

“But I don’t want to go,” I told my sister. She sighed and continued to fix my hair for this stupid day. “Come on, maybe you’ll find friends,” she said with a grin and I scoffed. “This is different from you, you actually found friends” I whined and I knew she was already worried but I dreaded having to go to a new school.

“Heeseung, be brave for me okay?” she said and I rolled my eyes but agreed. I held her hand tightly as I saw the school in front of us.

Belift Boarding School for Young Witches.

“You’ll pick me up, right?” I asked and she smiled. “I’ll be right here to hear how your day went little brother,” she said as I waved her goodbye. I hated the thought of starting a new school.

Only for the kids to treat me like an idiot, a monster, anything but human. I wanted to find Jungwon and Sunoo… but I didn’t know if they were incarnated again. Or the other boys… maybe even Sooha. Anyone to make me feel less alone.

This is a stupid school, filled with idiots!

The orphanage just had to make me go here. It's dumb. Filled with kids who don’t even know simple magic, what is this school?! Then again… noona would just say it's because I have my memories of past lives that I know about my abilities.

“Hey! That’s mine!” I heard and I noticed the mean kids didn’t target me… maybe cause I was placed as a top student when the school tested me. No one wants to bully a kid who knows more magic than them… maybe it's better I went to an all-witches school this time around.

I wouldn’t have vampires or werewolves messing with me.

The group of boys threw her books out of the window and I scoffed. “Oops! Sorry y/n!” they said and laughed but she didn’t cry nor yell at them to stop. Instead, she looked angry.

I was going to help her but… I laughed.

It seemed that they all now looked at me confused. “What are you laughing at!?” they yelled and I couldn’t stop. “Maybe… look in a mirror!” I said, trying to stop. She must've done a basic spell to do that… she gave them weirdly colored hair. One had a giraffe pattern, the other a zebra, and their leader a cow.

It looked funny on them. They all looked at each other and argued. They didn’t even notice the girl scoff and walk towards me.

“You could’ve let them figure it out,” she said and I chuckled. “Sorry to take away your surprise, but want help finding your books?” I asked and she smiled. “Please?” she asked and I swear I fell in love at the very moment. Her smile and shining eyes…

“I’m y/n by the way… what’s your name?”

Twas the night before the masquerade.

“I wrote her the best card!” Sunoo praised as he tied his bow tie. “In your dreams! She’s gonna choose me to be her date!” Jake said and I laughed. “How bad was your writing on that card?” I said and everyone laughed. “Hey! That doesn’t matter!” he said and I chuckled.

“Heeseung-hyung… do you know who she chose?” Jungwon asked and I smiled. “Who knows?” I said and they groaned. I left first wandering outside…

Why was I nervous?

If I was being honest with myself I didn’t let myself read her mind. A part of me begged for her to choose me… despite how selfish I've been.

In my confession, I asked her to meet me in the back of the school at the flower field. Each minute went by that I wanted to turn back… I know that she was sure her card was from Sunoo. So why was I still–

“Heeseung?” I heard and I felt like I was alive again. The feeling like throwing up, the anxiety, the cold sweat… I turned to see her in a beautiful dress, dolled up and everything.

“You’re the one who sent this?” she asked, confused and I gave her a nervous smile.

“Will you let me explain everything?”

y/n’s perspective

I sat down wanting to at least hear him out. I guess I did choose one of my soulmates… just not the one who–

“I never wanted to reject you,” he said… Did I mishear him? “When I saw you again I… felt alive, like there's a heartbeat in my chest. You make me just as nervous though…” he said and I was confused.

This wasn’t the Heeseung I knew–

“I’m not… you met Heeseung. The vampire, the one who in his past life was devoted to a princess… but a long time ago you met Ethan” he said and I felt my eyes widen.

Ethan?

“Pathetic right? I gave you my English name and lied to you saying I was a foreigner when we were kids… I just didn’t want you to know about me. Jake told me you met my sister… I was a witch who attended Belift Boarding School for young witches” he said… Ethan.

The boy who always met up with me after classes… the boy who helped me prank the other kids in my class.

“I don’t understand," I said, confused…

“I think I’ve loved you since I first saw you, y/n”

When we first met I felt drawn to love at first sight. I loved you then and I love you now, I’ll always be there to lift you up even if you don't want me there. I want to be the only one to cherish and love you. To die and live for you and only you. So I can only dream you would do that for me.

“Then why? You were one the meanest! You rejected me first! You’re a liar… you… why?” I yelled until I realized I was getting emotional.

“Don’t cry… not when you have six other soulmates–” “Answer me” I said and he smiled a soft smile.

A smile that… I've only seen once… when he comforted me after what happened with Jake.

“Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon were in love with Sooha… they don’t know this but you do. If you have more than one soulmate and you try to–" "To bond with a few of them then the bond eventually dies' ' I finished for him and he gave me a sad smile.

“I knew Jungwon would want to be with you even without the bond and so would Niki and Sunoo. I wasn’t sure though… but here you are” he said and I scoffed.

“You shouldn’t make decisions for other people,” I said and he gave me a sad smile. “I know… but when it affects your magic I was willing to break you apart from them when not all of them were going to accept you easily,” he said and I sighed.

It's why I couldn’t defend myself against Jake… also why my magic has been faltering recently.

When a witch's soulmate bond is rejected… and fighting for the bond drains your magic. You can fix either by rejecting your mates back… or having them accept you. It's also why Wonyoung broke my bond temporarily… so my magic can temporarily regenerate.

“You turned into a vampire?” I asked and he chuckled. “Not willingly… but I can live with it. My sister recommended that I go to Decelis. So im learning to come to terms with it” he said and I nodded.

“You really do look pretty… you would have to be the prettiest person in the school” he said as he lifted his hand up to tuck my hair away.

“Prettier than Sooha?” I asked and he chuckled. “Believe it or not, I've never loved Sooha. She was more like a sister to me… my own sister took care of me in this life. While I took care of Sooha in another… So I didn’t reject you to have Sooha… I would have to be a fool” he said and I was shocked.

“Go to your party… you worked hard for it. They’re all waiting–" "But I chose your message, "I said, cutting him off.

“Oh? I guess you did… It would be a bad example if the president of the student council of Bright Sun didn’t follow her own rules” he said and I chuckled.

“Shall we?”

We arrived now with our masks on and I took everything in.

I soon heard him chuckle beside me… “They’re all jealous and annoyed,” he said and I sighed. “They must be confused about who I chose?” I asked and he nodded.

“They’d never guess me,” he said and I nodded… I looked at him, he was happy. He had a grin on his face… not so serious like other times. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, will you give me at least one dance?” he asked and I smiled and took his hand.

I enjoyed my time with him… this was the Ethan I knew. My best friend from elementary school graduated and I never heard of it again.

“I wish you would let me choose my own path, you know,” I said as we swayed to the music. He smiled… “I know better than anyone… what rejecting mates does to a witch. You were fighting for the bond… and it was eating your magic” he said and he wasn’t wrong. I jeopardized myself… but they didn’t know that.

“How do you know about that?” I asked and he sighed. “Let's just say my sister… she experienced it,” he said and I felt my eyes widen.

“Don’t worry… she’s fine. Can I ask–” “We will be announcing our king and queen!” I heard Wonyoung’s voice. “Now we have included this year to not just include witches or any magic users only. So please be open-minded to one another and let us accept other species into our traditions” she said and I smiled.

It was controversial but it was all fun and to be enjoyed.

“Our king… is K from Riverfield!” she announced and I was shocked. K? I soon saw him join the stage… “And our queen… Sooha from Declis” she announced. What? Not everything was wrong–

“EJ and Wonyoung are doing me a favor… Sunghoon can put aside his ego for this one time” Heeseung said. The King was voted most times for Sunghoon and the Queen was Wonyoung… So what was going on?

I looked back at them getting their crowns and smiling at each other… “They’ve accepted one another,” said and he nodded.

“K finally has some sense… and Sooha is finally thinking clearly,” he said and I chuckled. “Thank you… even though you tampered with my event” I said and he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you,” he said and I smirked. “Oh? Then I know how you can '' I said and he looked at me shocked. “We’re soulmates right, Ethan?” I asked and he laughed.

“Yes, we’re soulmates y/n. I’m sorry for everything… but I'm willing to do anything for you. I promise my little witch” he said and I smiled.

“y/n!!” I heard and I saw Sunoo and Jungwon. “You bastard! What'd you do to our soulmate!” Sunoo yelled and I laughed.

“I chose his message… sorry boys,” I said and they pouted.

“Yeah, so I won fair and square,” he said and Jungwon scoffed. “So did Sunghoon yet he’s drawing a punch right now,” he said and I laughed.

“I owe him a dance,” I said and I was suddenly pulled back with the hands on my hips.

“Sorry, but you’re mine tonight. I won you with my message… and I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost” he said and I nodded.

“Comfort Sunghoon please?” I asked the two boys and they nodded.

“I’m guessing you guys are all made up?” I asked and he nodded.

“Everything is right again… especially my soul that is bound to you”

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goblinontour · 3 days

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Wreck Of Him

a hard time dealing with reality

part 1

warnings: prof!al, age gap, smut, alcohol, crying, feelings

word count: 8.5k

As you stepped off the train together, onto the bustling platform, your mind replayed the whirlwind encounter that just happened. Despite the still lingering euphoria, a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach at the thought of facing the aftermath.

You hurried through the crowd of commuters, and you could tell he was trying to make himself unseen. Maybe he was from here too, and didn’t want to risk being seen with you, and although you could understand, that didn’t stop it from hurting you a bit.

You followed behind him until he spotted the pharmacy inside the station. You stopped by the entrance and for a moment his expression softened as he caught sight of you, and, without a word, he fell into step beside you, his presence offering both comfort and uncertainty.

“I thought maybe we could go in together,” he said, his voice tentative. “To get what you need…or I can just go in, if you’d like.”

Your cheeks flushed at the implication, but you nodded gratefully, relieved that he was willing to help navigate this awkward situation.

He went inside, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor, feeling the weight of judgemental stares as he discreetly made the purchase. Once outside, he offered a reassuring smile, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours, the gesture washing away some of your apprehension.

“So…where to? Why are you here, anyway?” he giggled at his thoughts, he didn’t even know what brought you on that train in the first place.

“I’m visiting my parents, they moved back home when I moved out for uni.” you said as he slowly led you out of the station.

“Home? Didn’t know you’re from ‘round here.” he said, curiosity peaking through.

“Yeah, uhm, we moved when I was quite young so, yeah, you?”

“Me? Oh- I-, I’m actually here for the same reason, family ‘n stuff…”

You didn’t want to intrude into his privacy, didn’t think it would be your place, regardless of what went on, you were still reserved.

“So you’re heading home now?” he asked as the silence started to settle between you.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Do you wanna maybe stop by my place to change or summat, before you…” he trailed off, suddenly realising how forward his suggestion might seem.

Your heart fluttered at the thought of spending more time with him, but you couldn’t help but hesitate.

“I don’t want to impose…” you began, but he quickly cut you off.

“It’s no imposition, really. I insist. Plus, it’s close to the train station anyway.” he said, flashing you a reassuring smile.

With a grateful nod, you accepted his offer, your nerves tingling with excitement and uncertainty. The walk to his place was filled with awkward banter, but mostly silence, both of you skirting around the events of earlier.

As you arrived at his doorstep, he held the door open for you, gesturing for you to enter first. The warmth of his apartment enveloped you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort settle over you.

“Make yourself at home.” he said, disappearing into another room to give you privacy to change.

You quickly freshened up, feeling a little self-conscious in his space but also grateful for his hospitality. When you emerged from the bathroom, he was waiting for you with a warm smile.

“Feel better?” he asked, and you nodded, returning his smile.

“Yeah, thanks.” you replied softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at his kindness.

“Do you wanna stay…or?”

“I should go,” you murmured, though you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving. “It’s getting late, my parents…”

He nodded, understanding the necessity of your departure, yet dreading the inevitable separation. He didn’t want to be left alone with just his thoughts, the reality of it all might just be too much for him to get around.

With a heavy heart, he led you to the front door and he found himself drawn to you, to the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him for that split second before dropping your gaze to the floor. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

With a silent understanding, you leaned in closer, your lips meeting in a cautious kiss, much different to the ones from just a bit earlier. As he deepened the kiss, his arms snaked around your body, bringing you closer to him and holding you tight in his grip. Touching you ignited a fire within him, melting away any lingering doubts or fears, or worries. With you in his arms, he felt utterly alive.

But to his dismay, reality began to intrude once more. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled away, meeting your gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

“You should go.” he whispered, without adding anything else.

You understood him. But as you turned to leave, you hesitated, your hand lingering on the doorknob.

“I want to see you again.” and you would end up seeing him again, of course, he was still your professor, but that wasn’t what you meant, and he knew.

“You shouldn’t.”

And with that, you were gone, and he was left standing alone by the doorway, his head pounding in the same rhythm as his heart. Maybe this impulsive encounter was something he could just forget about, he told himself. You were a good girl, you wouldn’t tell anyone, but that wasn’t even his biggest worry. He shouldn’t act like this with you, he shouldn’t even feel this way in the first place. What the fuck was he thinking, you’re almost half his age.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push the frustration and anger bubbling inside away. It didn’t work. He got his bag again and left. He did not want to be alone. Maybe going to see his parents already would be good, spending the night there.

The brisk night air did little to soothe the turmoil swirling within him as he made his way to his parents' house. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the weight of his own conflicting emotions. Arriving at the familiar doorstep, he hesitated before ringing the doorbell, unsure of what awaited him on the other side.

His parents greeted him warmly, oblivious to the storm raging inside their son. Inside his childhood home, memories flooded back as he walked through the familiar corridors and into the cosy living room. The air was tinged with nostalgia.

He spent some time with his parents, they chattered on about trivial matters, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in a labyrinth of regrets and desires he dared not acknowledge.

It was getting late, he’d been up for what felt like too long, even though he woke up quite late, it wasn’t the lack of sleep that tired him out. He excused himself at some point, heading back to his old room.

As the night wore on, he found himself unable to sleep, his thoughts consumed by memories of you. He tossed and turned, wrestling with the guilt and shame that threatened to suffocate him. How could he have let things escalate like that? What kind of person did that make him?

He decided that perhaps taking a bath would calm him down, help him drown his thoughts. All of them. He wanted to not think for just a moment.

With a heavy sigh, he rose from his bed and made his way to the bathroom, the weight of his thoughts dragging behind him like chains. The warm glow of the overhead light illuminated the room as he filled the tub with steaming water, the sound of rushing liquid echoing in the silence.

Slowly, he undressed, the fabric of his clothes clinging to his skin like a second layer of guilt, the feeling only intensifying as he noticed the dried stain on his sweater, instantly remembering the exact moment in which it formed.

Stepping into the water, he let out a shuddering breath as the heat enveloped him, soothing his frayed nerves and easing the tension in his muscles.

For a moment, he allowed himself to sink beneath the surface, letting the water wash over him like a cleansing tide, erasing the stains of the recent past and offering a fleeting respite from the turmoil of his mind.

But even in the cocoon of warmth and tranquility, he couldn't escape the memory of you, the taste of you lingering on his tongue like some bittersweet poison. He closed his eyes, willing himself to forget, to banish you from his thoughts once and for all. But try as he might, your image remained etched in his mind, a haunting spectre that refused to be removed.

He was taking advantage of you, even just thinking about it, but it still didn’t stop his hand from dipping between his soapy thighs. It didn’t stop him from whining weakly from his hand wrapping around his cock and lifting his hips into the touch. You had him pressing his fingers in a tighter grip as he felt himself harden in his fist.

As he surrendered to the sensation, his mind drifted back to that moment with you, the intensity of your gaze, the electric touch of your skin against his. Guilt mingled with desire, creating a tumultuous storm within him as he succumbed to the memory of your passion.

Each stroke of his hand became a desperate attempt to recreate the ecstasy he had experienced with you, yet knowing deep down it could never compare to the real thing. Despite the warmth of the water surrounding him, he felt cold, hollow, craving something he couldn't name but knew he had lost.

His breaths became shallow and erratic, mirroring the rhythm of his movements as he chased after a fleeting sense of fulfilment. But with each passing second, the emptiness within him only seemed to grow deeper, the void left by your absence expanding until it consumed him entirely. Yet still, he couldn't bring himself to let go, clinging to the memory of you as if it were the only lifeline keeping him afloat in a sea of despair.

His hand moved on its own accord between his trembling thighs, seeking solace in the familiar touch. The sensation of his own touch was a bittersweet feeling in a way, he’d much rather feel you, be inside of you, if you’d allow it. And he knew you would, but a part of him wished you wouldn’t. He wished you wouldn’t have fulfilled his fantasies.

In that solitary moment of self-indulgence, he found himself more alone than ever, only accompanied by his groans of pleasure and frustration echoing off the walls of the room. He got so lost in the feeling, he was so close he could almost taste the release until-

“Alex, honey, are you okay?” his mother asked from outside the room.

But fuck he was so close, the interruption made him close his fist so tight around his cock for a split second that he couldn’t stop his orgasm from taking over him once he removed his hand. He gripped the sides of the tub and threw his head back, hitting the hard tile wall, as the cum kept spurting out of him, without a way to stop it or turn back time to get himself out of this situation, or perhaps have it end in a less unsatisfactory way.

“Alex…?” the voice from the other side of the door rang through his ears again.

Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to regain his composure, his mother's voice pulling him back to reality with an abruptness that left him disoriented and ashamed.

"I-I'm fine, Mum," he stammered, his voice strained with embarrassment. "Just... just lost track of time."

He could feel the weight of her concern lingering in the air, her footsteps receding as she presumably retreated from the door. But the echoes of her interruption remained, a stark reminder of the boundaries he had crossed and the secrets he now carried alone. As he sank deeper into the water, the warmth no longer offering solace but instead suffocating him with its false comfort, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find redemption for his indiscretions, or if he was doomed to drown in his own desires.

And as the water grew cold around him, he knew that no amount of scrubbing could cleanse him of the stain you had left upon his soul.

With a heavy heart, he emerged from the bath, his skin wrinkled and pruney from the prolonged immersion. With a trembling hand, he reached for the nearest towel, hastily covering himself.

He stopped to look in the mirror, he should probably shave, he thought. His stubble was beginning to look a bit rough, but he couldn't face himself, he was too vulnerable. Not with the reflection of the cloudy, stained water draining slowly in the background.

He made his way back to his room, the weight of his thoughts still pressing down upon him like a leaden blanket.

He put some boxers on and settled back into bed, he knew that sleep would elude him once more, his mind consumed by the endless cycle of regret and desire. And so, he lay there in the darkness. For hours. Tossing and turning, adrift in a sea of his own making, longing for the dawn to break and release him from the prison of his own mind.

As the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, he finally succumbed to exhaustion.

Noon came around and Alex rose from his slumber, the events of the previous night weighing heavily on his mind. He knew he couldn't stay at his parents' house any longer, the suffocating atmosphere only serving to heighten his inner struggle. With a murmured apology and a forced smile, he made his excuses and departed, longing for the solitude of his own apartment.

Arriving home, he found himself enveloped in a suffocating silence, the empty rooms echoing with the ghosts of his past mistakes. He hadn’t been here in what felt like years. And it probably was in fact years, but he didn’t want to admit it. He felt bad for not seeing his family more often, but he often got so absorbed in his work that he just didn’t bother to make the time.

Desperate to escape his own thoughts, he reached for the bottle of whiskey hidden away in the cupboard, the liquid offering a moment of peace. As the alcohol burned its way down his throat, he felt the edges of his consciousness begin to blur, the sharp edges of his guilt softened by the numbing embrace of intoxication. But even as he sought solace in the bottle, he knew it was a fleeting comfort, a temporary distraction from the pain that lingered just beneath the surface.

Maybe he should’ve just bought a bottle of wine on his way here, not go for something so strong. He shouldn’t feel the need for it at all to begin with. But here he was.

Lost in a haze of alcohol and regret, he barely noticed the sound of the doorbell ringing, the noise barely registering in his foggy mind. But when he opened the door, he was met with a sight that cut through the haze. Did he really get that intoxicated? Enough to hallucinate? Because this didn’t feel real. Christ, he was drunk.

There you stood, bathed in the cold glow of the hallway light, a vision that threatened to undo him entirely. Despite his protests, despite his insistence that you should stay away, you had come back to him, drawn by some unseen force that neither of you could resist.

“I’m sorry I just…I wanted to see you, I shouldn’t have come here like this.” you said, your voice trembling from seeing him once more.

For a moment, he was paralyzed, unable to tear his gaze away from you, the memory of your touch igniting a fire within him that refused to be extinguished. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw something there that mirrored his own soul, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

Despite everything, despite the pain and the guilt and the overwhelming sense of shame, he found himself reaching out to you, his hand trembling as it brushed against your cheek. In that moment, all the walls he had tried to build around his heart came crashing down, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in the face of your undeniable allure.

He didn’t even know when it all started, what pushed him so badly against all his better judgement when he saw you on the train. He’d been thinking about you for what feels like forever, even if he’d only known you for what, a few months?

“I can leave if you want, I-“

He wasn’t even listening as he interrupted you by bringing his lips to yours and embracing you tightly, pulling you into the room, leaving the heavy door to slam shut behind you, the gasp that escaped your busy lips getting drowned by the loud sound.

But even as he leaned in to kiss you, to lose himself in the intoxicating embrace of your lips, he knew deep down that this was a mistake, a temporary pause from the inevitable reckoning that awaited him.

And yet, for now, he allowed himself to…forget, to let himself feel the warmth of your touch and the promise of more that lay just beyond his grasp.

His kisses grew more passionate as he started leading. He held you close to him as his tongue gently parted your lips, exploring your mouth.

A momentary pause came next, as you gently retreated only for a bit so you could catch your breath. His hand slipped over your chin, caressing the skin lower and lower until he grabbed your neck and leaned back in, licking filthily into your mouth as his hands continued to roam your body.

After a while, he slowed down and pulled away from the kiss, his breathing heavy and his forehead pressed against yours, his finger tracing to the bottom of your jaw and tilting it to the perfect angle to be able to whisper in your ear.

"I've been thinking about you all day." he whispered to you as he pressed his lips against your neck. He pressed gentle kisses all over your neck as his grip tightened. His soft breaths against your neck made it difficult to think, difficult to breathe.

“I probably shouldn’t admit that.” he chuckled, though his eyes said otherwise. They gave off a sense of hunger. His lips inched closer to yours, so close. He could practically taste you. “You’re just so pretty, I can’t help myself.”

He kissed you again, and again before lifting you up and pulling you closer to him, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

Slowly, he started walking with you in his arms, as if you weighed nothing. As he did so, he continued kissing you all over your neck. The more kisses he pressed onto you, the more the kisses turned into hickeys, marking you as his.

When you reached the bed, he lost his balance, falling on top of you and struggling to get his limbs to cooperate for a moment. It was like his body finally matched the mess in his mind. His weight felt comfortable though, sinking you deeper into the mattress, engulfed in his smell from being so close to you.

You started unbuttoning Mr. Turner’s stained shirt, the scent of the alcohol taking over his own distinctive one as you moved the fabric around. Your hands were trembling so much you couldn’t even work the buttons.

“I want to feel you, please.” you begged him, wanting to touch him, to see him fully. You never got the chance the last time.

He smirked and sat back a bit, settling on his knees in front of you, struggling to unbutton it himself, though not as much from nerves as it was for you, but for the inebriation taking over control of him. He abandoned his mission of taking it off completely, leaving it to hang on his back as he returned to hovering over you. He slowly started kissing you again, his body pressing against yours as your hands slowly made their way underneath his shirt. He was so warm, the sweat he worked up easing your movements over his skin.

You wanted to taste him too, as much as you loved feeling his lips on yours, you wanted to bite into him, to feel him, so you pushed him off, getting slight protests from him, but that stopped once you started sucking lazily on his collarbone. You couldn’t stop yourself from making little moaning noises as you moved your lips up Mr. Turner’s neck and attempted to run your hands over his chest, the way he was pushing so close to you making it awkward to move.

“Please just, just take it off. Please.” you couldn’t stand anything in the way anymore.

He bit his bottom lip at your demand to take the shirt off but obeyed, nodding as he pushed himself away from you to sit up. He took off his shirt and tossed it to the side, the useless object falling somewhere on the floor.

You resumed your work, kissing over his naked chest, his neck, anywhere you could reach the quickest, your hands roaming his back, shaking from the realisation that you were actually doing this. You could hear him giggle quietly as you kissed over where you bit him earlier.

You felt a rush of excitement as you explored Mr. Turner's bare skin, his warmth radiating against your lips and fingertips. Each touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. As you continued to kiss and caress him, you felt a sense of liberation, the weight of inhibition slowly lifting off your shoulders.

Mr. Turner's laughter filled the room, a sound that fuelled your desire even more. You found yourself drawn to him, captivated by his every movement and expression. With newfound confidence, you leaned in closer, your lips trailing a path across his chest and down his abdomen, wanting to get on with it already. You needed him so bad. You came here with a slight glimmer of hope, but you really didn’t think he’d be so willing to give himself to you again.

“Can I touch you?” you asked tentatively, he was clearly into it, you could feel him hard against your thigh, but you still felt a bit reticent, wanting his approval before going any further.

He chuckled at you. He found it adorable how timid you were. He pressed a kiss against your lips before whispering "You are very sweet. But yes, you can touch me, please."

With his approval, a surge of confidence washed over you, emboldening your every move. Your hand traced a path down his abdomen, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips. As you reached his waistband, you hesitated for a moment, savouring the anticipation of what was to come.

He noticed your hesitation, grabbing your hand and moving it down further, his breathing getting heavier as he continued to press gentle kisses all over your neck. Struggling to keep steady for a moment, he helped you by unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down as he led you to explore further, putting your hand on his bulge and grinding against your palm.

“Feel that? Feel what you’ve done to me?” he whispered as you continued tracing the contours of his cock with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Mr. Turner's breath against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, fueling your desire even more. His mind started to fog up from you touching him.

His reactions to your touch only served to heighten your arousal, each gasp and moan driving you to explore even more boldly. Lost in the moment, you forgot everything else, consumed by the overwhelming need to feel him, to taste him, to make him yours in every sense of the word, although deep down you knew that was impossible.

You slipped your hand inside his underwear, feeling him directly on your skin, your fingertips running along the length, feeling the wetness dripping from his tip.

As you wrapped your hand around him, he took a deep breath and you saw the way his cheeks started to turn a nice, even deeper shade of pink as you touched him.

"Mhm..." he let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

With his eyes closed and little whimpers escaping his lips, you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing the effect you were having on him. His vulnerability in this moment only added to the intensity of your desire, fueling your own need for him.

Your touch became more confident as you explored every inch of him, committing the sensation to your memory, wanting to remember every single portion of him. You revelled in the way he responded to you, the way his body reacted to your every movement and caress.

As you continued to stroke him, you felt the tension building between you, his breathing was ragged and deep but he was trying to keep control, he wasn’t attempting to touch you any further, other than his lips over your own or your neck or chest.

You didn’t want him to hold back though, telling him “Don’t be afraid, touch me.”

He froze for a moment, he moved his face to yours so that you were mere inches away, his hot breath against your skin making it even harder for you to think.

“Okay.” his whisper was gentle as he moved his face back to your neck.

He began undressing you with a tentative touch. You could sense his hesitation, his desire warring with his restraint. But you refused to let him hold back, craving his touch as much as he craved yours. You quickly pushed your pants down as he worked on your top half, begging him to remove his trousers as well once you were left almost naked before him, only your underwear left standing in the way.

As his hands began to explore your body, you felt a rush of electricity coursing through you, every touch setting your skin ablaze. His fingers trailed a path of longing across your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You found yourself trembling under his caress as his hand reached your cunt, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through your veins as he slipped it under your panties and used his fingers to spread your wetness before dipping down and pushing three of them inside of you, making you clench around him instinctively, stilling his movement as the stretch of his fingers took you by surprise.

Any initial shock was soon brushed off, being replaced by immense pleasure, giving way to sheer ecstasy. With each gentle stroke as he moved his fingers inside of your hole, you felt yourself unravelling, each time his knuckles pushed back into you, breaking past that ridge, stretching you open more and more, the barriers between you crumbled away. You gave in to the primal urge to be consumed by him entirely.

You arched into his touch, aching for the intimacy and connection that only he could provide, your body responding eagerly to him.

As he continued rubbing and sliding in his fingers, you found yourself closer to giving in, your hand tangling in his hair and pulling roughly on it to bring him closer, to have his mouth on yours again. He could tell you were struggling to kiss him, your mouth going slack every so often as the moans poured out, but your lips must be on his as you come undone.

“Come on love.” he encouraged, his lips moving along yours.

Your senses were ablaze, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. With his encouragement, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an abyss, your body yearning for release. Your lips met his eagerly, hungry for that last touch that would push you over the edge.

His fingers worked their magic inside you as you tightened around him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you started to surrender. His lips moved against yours in a rhythm that matched the intensity of his touch, driving you closer and closer to the brink. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his hair as you chased that peak of pleasure.

With a primal cry, you finally let go, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you succumbed to the feeling, your body convulsing in his embrace.

“Good…” he whispered and leaned in close to your ear “Well done, love.”

He carefully removed his fingers, leaving you with an awfully empty feeling. He brought them to your mouth, playfully touching the tips of them to your bottom lip. He parted your swollen lips, pushing past them just enough so he could touch the tip of your tongue, letting you taste yourself from him, before leaning in and licking the rest of the length himself, his nose nudging yours as he pushed his face closer to you, his tongue working on the curves and cracks in his fingers, not letting a spot go to waste.

“‘M gonna fuck you now.” he said, sitting up to kick off his underwear, too sticky and wet to keep on anymore, not that it was of use any longer.

Your breath hitched at his words, a shiver running down your spine as anticipation pulsed through your veins. As he sat up to discard his underwear, you watched with eager eyes, craving what was about to unfold between you.

“Drawer…right.” he told you.

His command pulled you from your haze, and you fumbled to open the drawer, heart racing with excitement. Inside, you found what you were looking for, and you handed him the condom with trembling hands.

With practised ease, he rolled it on, his gaze never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs. The air crackled with tension as he hovered over you, his presence dominating the room. He pulled your panties down low enough that they wouldn’t be in the way. You could’ve probably kicked them off, but you didn’t bother, leaving them to hang somewhere between your calves and ankles.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, nice and ready for him. He tapped the head on your pussy a couple of times, revelling in watching you clench around nothing as he brushed your clit before guiding himself, pushing in just the tip with his thumb.

Then, without further warning, he plunged into you, filling you completely with a single, powerful thrust. A gasp escaped your lips as you arched into him, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming in the best possible way.

His movements were primal, raw with desire as he drove into you again and again, each thrust sending you higher and higher towards blissful oblivion yet again. You clung to him, lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving as one, your hands clawing at his back the only thing holding him down to earth.

But perhaps that wasn’t such a good thing for him. He’d rather be floating off to somewhere than being grounded and remembering the harsh reality, the haze slowly fading away, leaving him to remember the night before.

He couldn’t stop his thoughts, that you could easily get him to be a desperate thing begging you to touch him, he was weak enough to give you that power if you wanted it. Knowing he could get off by himself but it just wouldn’t be as good as you felt. He wouldn’t even have to make it a rule to not touch himself if he had you all to himself, you’d make him feel so good, touching himself would never compare.

A nagging doubt crept in, reminding him of the harsh moments awaiting him once the night was over. He couldn't escape the weight of his thoughts, the fear of vulnerability clawing at him even as he surrendered to you.

He trembled over you. He became aware that tears were rolling down his cheeks and dropping onto your hair splayed out on the pillow. He wiped his face furiously with one of his hands, struggling to support himself with the other.

His body moved on instinct, driven by a hunger that could never be satisfied. He buried himself deeper within you, seeking solace in the connection you shared, desperate to drown out the doubts that threatened to consume him as his mind raced with conflicting emotions, his body consumed by the primal desire coursing through him. With each thrust, he felt himself losing control, surrendering.

As the tears kept welling in his eyes, he fought to maintain his composure, unwilling to let his vulnerability show. But in that moment, as he moved over you, he realised that he couldn't keep pretending.

With a shaky breath, he let go, allowing himself to be vulnerable in your embrace. And as he buried his face in your hair, he found a fleeting moment of peace, a moment of acceptance in your arms.

You didn’t dare to interrupt him, not even knowing how to approach the situation. He was making you feel good, but you could sense his distress nonetheless, petting the back of his hair as his thrusts faltered for a moment, his hips snapping so close his hip bones collided with yours, the rough hair surrounding his cock brushing against your clit as he kept grinding into you, before feeling him twitch inside, his cock pulsing as his release was spilling inside the condom. You wished it could’ve been inside of you instead, the thought of him filling you up again taking you to the edge as well.

After a while, he pulled out and pressed his forehead against yours. His breathing was deeper than it normally was as he held you close to him.

You stayed like that for a while, his skin sticking to yours everywhere. It was comforting, having him so close, so close you could feel the sweat at his nape making your fingers slippery as you brushed your hand through his hair.

He pulled away, just enough so he could see your face and- God. The way you looked at him sent shivers down his spine and made him feel disgusted with himself at the same time.

“Please hate me.” he whispered, his voice shaking and his eyes closing, he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes.

Your heart sank at his words, confusion and concern washing over you. You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands, making him look at you, searching his eyes for answers.

"Why would I hate you?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with empathy. You could feel the weight of his inner turmoil, the struggle he was facing.

He wanted to speak, to break the silence that settled after your question, but words eluded him. Instead, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss filled with everything he had to give, hoping you would understand him.

He stood up, the cold air hitting you as he separated himself from your body, and you couldn’t move, stuck there watching him as he stumbled into the bathroom down the hall.

You sat there, the echoes of his whispered plea still resonating in your mind, trying to process. What was he hiding? What was causing him such…pain?

Minutes felt like hours as you sat in silence, only hearing the water running in the bathroom, until that stopped, the only sound left being the faint hum of the air conditioner. Your thoughts raced, trying to piece together the fragments of his cryptic behaviour.

Eventually, you were unable to bear the weight of the unknown any longer. You rose from the bed and made your way to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. You pushed it open gently, your heart pounding in your chest.

And there he was, leaning against the sink, his reflection staring back at him with haunted eyes.

Without a word, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind, offering silent comfort. He stiffened at first, debating internally whether he should allow you or push you away, but then he slowly relaxed into your embrace, his body trembling against yours.

"I’m here," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath. “What’s wrong?”

He didn't respond, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly, a small sign of acceptance. You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, holding him close as you both grappled with his struggles.

You felt him squirm in your arms, loosening your grip, allowing him to turn around. He looked at you in a way that almost made you crumble to the floor, his eyes red from tears but soft as he pushed your hair out of your face, neatly tucking it back behind your ears.

"I honestly never expected to fall for someone much younger than myself." he finally spoke out, whispering with a soft but pained smile as he looked down at you.

He lifted your chin up and kissed you. It was a soft, gentle, loving kiss. It was clear now, in that kiss, that this was much more than just a fleeting thing for him. After a moment he pulled away.

"And I don’t know if, or- or how I can…cope…with it." he whispered as he pulled you closer to him. You didn’t know what to say to him, the silence of the bathroom only broken by the sounds of you breathing.

"I never meant for this to happen," he confessed, his voice strained. "I never wanted to burden you…I’m sorry."

You held him tighter, feeling the weight of his words like a heavy anchor dragging you both down.

"You're not a burden," you whispered, your voice trembling with unshed tears. "I want this."

He shook his head, his grip on you tightening as if afraid to let go.

"But…you shouldn’t, we shouldn’t-" he choked out, his voice cracking. "I don't know how to love you the way you deserve."

A sob almost escaped his lips, the pain of his self-loathing searing through you like a knife.

"Please don't say that," you pleaded, your heart shattering with each word. "I don't need this to be perfect, I just need you to be here with me."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tears staining your skin as he clung to you desperately.

"I'm scared," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper against your ear. "I feel like I-…I shouldn’t..." he trailed off, leaving what he didn’t want to admit unspoken. “I feel like I’m suffocating…I need to…”

In a silent understanding, you guided him towards the bathtub, the soothing warmth of the water promising some calmness, maybe it could help him wash off the bad feelings he had. But he knew it wouldn’t work, he’d already tried it.

Without a word, you settled into the tub together, with you behind him, making him feel smaller, and that was somewhat comforting for him, along with the water rising around you like a barrier against the outside world. His trembling form nestled against yours, seeking solace in the comfort of your embrace.

The silence between you was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of your combined breaths and the soft lapping of water against the porcelain. But within that silence there was a deep intimacy, a shared vulnerability that bound him to you.

Gently, you began to wash away the tears that stained his cheeks, your touch tender as you traced the lines of his face, and even though he had his back turned to you, you could feel him react, his muscles twitching as your wet fingers brushed his skin.

"I'm scared too." you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his head around awkwardly due to the position and buried his face against your chest, his body shaking with silent sobs as he clung to you. In that moment, you realised just how fragile he truly was, how deeply he needed to figure this out for himself.

"I don't think I can let go of you." he confessed, his voice raw.

You held him tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "Maybe you don’t have to." you reassured him, your words a soft whisper against his messy hair.

After a moment of silence, when you felt him relax, his breathing returning to a normal, calm and steady rhythm, he continued his confessions.

“I thought about you last night…about us, in here. I was alone in the tub but I thought about you being there when I was…I imagined it was you instead.” he said, his words just above a whisper, enough so he could feel the guilt lift off his chest, being honest about it bringing a sense of relief.

With a gentle touch, you brushed your lips against his forehead, a silent acknowledgment of the courage it took for him to bare his soul to you.

“Sometimes…” you stopped yourself, still feeling somewhat nervous around him, but he’s laid himself out for you, it would only be fair to reassure him. “Sometimes I fantasise about you too.”

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and relief. "Thank you." he breathed, his voice filled with an emotion too profound for words.

“I’m here.” your implications heightened by your hand slowly slipping down his chest and over his tummy under the water.

His breath hitched at the touch, his body responding to your caress with a shiver of anticipation, his muscles tightening at the ticklish feeling, allowing you to feel the contours of them under your fingertips.

With each tender stroke, you traced the lines of his form, committing the feel of him to memory as if to reassure yourself that he was truly there, tangible and real in your arms. His gaze never left yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions too complex to name.

"I'm here now." you whispered again, your voice a soothing balm to him, the words a promise and a plea rolled into one. "You don’t have to imagine anymore."

As your hand explored the contours of his body beneath the water, a silent understanding passed between you in the quiet intimacy of the bathtub.

Your hand went lower and lower, brushing past the hairs surrounding his v-line, disturbing the pockets of air stuck through them. His lips parted in a soft gasp when you cupped his cock in your hand, his chest rising and falling in tandem with the rhythm of your touch.

"I want you so bad." he confessed, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the water's gentle lapping as you started moving your palm back and forth over him, urging his cock to harden for you.

With each stroke of your hand, his body responded eagerly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coursed through him. The water around you seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your movements, enveloping you both in its sweet and warm embrace.

His gaze remained locked with yours, his eyes dark but with a certain softness to them, as he surrendered himself to the sensations that you laid upon his body.

"I know." you murmured, your voice barely audible over the soft sounds of the water.

As his cock hardened in your hand, his body quivered with anticipation, aching for release, approaching quicker than he would’ve thought.

With each gentle touch, you guided him closer to the edge, your movements fueled by the little sounds he made, reverberating through your ears, perhaps from the echo of the room, or from the sheer closeness.

With a newfound sense of urgency, he leaned in, his lips seeking yours desperately as he let go of himself in favour of the pleasure that washed over him. His whimpers mingled with the last few swooshing sounds of the water as he finally found release in your arms, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

You held him close, your own heart racing with the intensity of the moment and you both basked in the afterglow of it, the water lapping gently against your skin, cocooning you in your own little bubble.

"Thank you.” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

His gaze met yours before he intertwined your fingers together. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as you shared a moment of silent understanding.

As you both rose from the bathtub, the water clung to your skin like a tangible reminder. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering out the door, towards the bedroom.

“Can you maybe, uhm, stay? With me? Stay tonight, please.” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Your heart skipped a beat at his request, a rush of emotions flooding through you. With a nod, you squeezed his hand gently, “Yeah.”

“Wait here.” he told you, wrapping a towel around himself and rushing towards the door quickly, stopping in his tracks and turning back around just as quick. “Here.” he handed you a towel, giving you a small smile before disappearing, leaving you to stand alone in his bathroom, a moment for you to think about how much just happened. With trembling hands, you wrapped the towel around your body, the fabric a comforting shield.

He quickly came back, his sudden return jolting you from your thoughts. He was longer naked and you couldn't help but notice the way his clothes hung loosely on him, a stark contrast to the usual image of him as a confident professor. He was wearing some sweatpants and a t-shirt that was way too large on his small frame, the neckline almost revealing one of his shoulders from how it hung to the side. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t a bit weird seeing your professor like that, despite the intimacy you had shared, seeing him in such a vulnerable state still felt surreal.

He had a change of clothes in his arms, “I thought it would be more comfortable for you, I’ll leave you to change.” he said handing you the clothes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You couldn't help but return the gesture, grateful for his thoughtfulness, murmuring a ‘thanks’ before he exited the room once again.

His t-shirt smelled so much like him and it was soft against your skin, a welcoming contrast to the lingering tension and moreover the awkwardness that still hung in the air, a reminder of the boundaries you had crossed, as you emerged from the bathroom.

You found him waiting for you on the edge of the bed, his expression still giving off uncertainty. But as he raised his head and your eyes met, a certain warmth flickered between you.

With a tentative smile, you went next to him and the fabric of his clothes you were wearing clung to you like a second skin, a tangible reminder of his presence beside you. He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes softening as he took the image of you in. If only he could just pretend for a moment that there was nothing that made this wrong.

As he settled back on the bed, patting the space beside him, you hesitated for a moment, his unspoken invitation hanging in the air. But as you met his gaze, an understanding passed between you, a shared recognition of the thing you both knew you wanted.

With a soft smile, you shifted closer to him, the mattress dipping beneath your weight as you settled in beside him, your bodies aligned perfectly. His warmth enveloped you as you lay side by side, the rhythm of your breaths falling into sync, you felt a quiet acceptance of the moment and all that it represented.

Despite the complexities of your situation, there was a simplicity in the way you fit together, a natural ease that defied explanation.

“Goodnight sir.” you whispered quietly, not knowing if he’d even be able to hear it from the way your face was squished into his pillow.

But he did. As your whispered words hung in the air, you felt a flicker of uncertainty cloud the peace that had settled over you both, feeling him tense behind you. But before you could dwell on it, his response cut through the silence like a knife.

“Don’t call me that.”

The words hung between you, heavy with unspoken implications. In that moment, you realised the weight of the titles that had defined your relationship so far, you understood why he was so harsh all of the sudden. With a soft sigh, you shifted closer to him, the warmth of his body a comforting anchor in the darkness.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you "I just...I don't know what else to call you."

He turned you around to face him, his eyes searching yours for something even he couldn't quite name. "Call me...whatever feels right," he said softly, his voice filled with a vulnerability that mirrored your own. "Just...not sir." he continued as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

In that moment, you realised the significance of his words, urging you to shed the roles that had defined you. With a nod, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, a gesture affirming your understanding.

"Goodnight..." you whispered, “Alex.”

Calling him by his name still felt weird, but it made your stomach fill with butterflies for whatever reason, blocking him from seeing the smile spreading on your face by quickly kissing the tip of his nose before turning back around.

You drifted off to sleep quickly, much quicker than you would’ve liked, wanting to savour more of the time spent with him.

The same couldn’t be said about…Alex. Alex couldn’t sleep that night, instead he listened desperately to your breathing and the cute little snores you made. He just felt numb, but he reckoned feeling numb was better than feeling terrible about himself, at least for now.

a/n: idk what to say, i hope you like it

tags: @4chaos @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @feyasgotgroove

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #smut #goblinontour #mr turner

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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 days

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Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Your fiancé wants to fuck you raw.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm), blurb

Warnings: swearing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), breeding kink, talk of having a child, possessiveness

~ this was an ask i got today and i just couldn't resist so i wrote a small blurb 😵‍💫 ~

When he first brought up the idea of fucking without a condom it was the night of your engagement. You were having light-hearted banter at dinner until a pleasant silence fell upon the two of you, which was then promptly broken by Tangerine's inquiry.

"Padron?" you ask, almost choking on your champagne.

Tangerine smirks behind his napkin and leans forward over the restaurant table, his warm palm covering your hand. You realize he must have chosen this table in the corner of the patio for this reason.

"I asked if you wanted to try without a condom tonight," he whispers again, his voice husky and your cheeks feel warm.

"You can't ask me that here!" you exclaim in a murmur, avoiding his gaze.

Tangerine smirks, clearly not concerned as he looks around the restaurant, "No one's here. It's just us," he says and squeezes your hand. He's right, the only other people on the patio are an elderly couple in the opposite corner.

He tilts his head, "So?"

"You wanna get me pregnant, is that why you asked me to marry you?" you half-joke, looking at your new engagement ring sitting pretty on your finger.

Tangerine laughs, "Wanna find out?" his smirk widens and he shifts to pull out his wallet, "C'mon," he whispers as he pays and then extends his hand to you.

It's a miracle you both make it home clothed considering the moment you walk in your shared apartment, you're in his arms. Your back is pressed against the wall, near the shelf where you keep your mail and keys, his lips marking your neck, as your legs hook around his middle. He's kissing you with passion, his body pressed hard against yours.

"My luv," he mumbles in between his kisses and he's holding his hands under your thighs now as he moves you from the living room and into the bedroom. "Mine," he nips at your ear, his voice low and wanton.

"Yours," you echo as he places you down on the mattress like you're something so precious and then he's hovering over you, kissing you like it's his last day on earth. You feel all warm and flustered, your smile widening as his lips move against yours.

Tangerine's hand strokes up and down your thigh, sliding under your dress until your dress is bunched up enough so that he can see your panties.

"Did you think about what I asked?" he whispers in your ear, his hand pausing on your thigh. He won't continue until he has your permission.

You hook your arms around his neck, pretending to think for a moment, "You wanna fuck me raw, honey?" you ask, knowing those words would turn him on and when you hear the groan he produces, you know your mission was successful.

"But, you know I'm on the pill, yeah?" you add in a whisper.

Tangerine smirks and kisses you again, his knee parting your thighs a little. "We can fix that later, darlin'."

You feel his hand caress your cheek, his eyes searching yours for permission, "I'm clean," he mumbles and you nod.

"So am I," you say and pull him down using your arms, your hands in his hair.

You kiss him as passionately as he had kissed you, granting him the permission he so badly wanted, and it doesn't take long until you've both shed your clothes and his bare cock stretches the walls of your pussy, dragging out your second orgasm of the evening.

"Bloody fuck," Tangerine groans, one of his arms holding the headboard as he thrusts into you, watching your expressions. It all feels so intense and you're moaning. "Good girl," he says, brown sweaty curls falling over his lidded eyes as he fucks you over and over again.

You whimper, eyes shut, as his cock feels too good. Why haven't you done this sooner?

"I wanna fuck a baby into ya, luv," Tangerine groans, unable to control himself, as he clenches his hand on the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white. "Do'ya want that? Wanna carry my child, darlin'?" he moans, leans down, and kisses behind your ear as his hips smack against yours.

You're a moaning mess, unable to answer him as you nod.

"I wanna hear ya say it and then I'll give you what ya crave," he orders, his voice strained and stern from his arousal. You can feel every inch of him inside you and it's so overwhelming in the best way. Your mind is hazy and all you can focus on is his cock.

"I w-wanna carry your baby, please," you moan, arching into him.

"Shit," Tangerine grunts when he feels you clench around him and your cum drips around his dick. This sends his own orgasm into motion as he spills his release into you, kissing your face as he does so.

He whispers loving praises in your skin as he lazily fucks his cum into you. When he pulls out, there is a dripping mess underneath you and you moan, feeling tingly and exhausted.

"C'mon, I'll run us a shower and I'll clean ya up," Tangerine murmurs as he strokes his hand up and down your thigh to soothe any soreness you might have. "And then we'll throw away your birth control, hm?" he half-jokes and kisses your stomach. Your hands find his hair and you massage his scalp.

"We'll see, baby," you mumble with a small smile, completely fucked out.

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chaesparklez · 3 days

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금빛 노을 아래 한 고백 | gunwook x reader

wc: 1.5k

reader: gender neutral

content: flashfic, fluff, some teasing, romance, school setting, kissing, fluttery feelings <3

a/n: this is my first time writing for gunwook! the title translates to ‘a confession under a golden sunset’. as my bias wrecker he has such a special place in my heart and i hope my writing captured him as beautifully as he is. also added the bibi song since i had it on repeat writing this and feel like it encapsulates the vibe of this scenario so well. enjoy!

warm sunlight streams through the blinds spilling onto the desks of the empty classroom, silent aside from the distant sounds of a few students shuffling through the corridors going home after their extracurriculars.

the classroom is bathed in a golden glow from the the waning sun. you stretch your hand out before you, waving your fingers and tilting your head to the side as you watch the silhouette of your hand dancing on the wall before you. you bring your hand closer to your eyes so the dark shadow draws nearer and nearer till it obliviates the wall in a mass of black...

"hey! what are you doing?"

you jump so hard you nearly scream. gunwook leans against the doorway with a cheshire cat grin plastered on his face.

"what the hell gunwook?? god, you startled me. my heart's beating so fast." you scowl.

"isn't that just because you like me?"

"what the fuck."

you and gunwook had a contentious relationship. in simple terms, he always annoyed the hell out of you. you don't even know when he popped into your life, but all of a sudden he was always around you, teasing you and pulling pranks acting like you'd known eachother for years. you weren't sure whether you found it funny or just annoying.

'where even were you? teacher kim put us both on cleaning duty today.'

"why are you so interested in me?" he replies, wiggling his eyebrows in mocking.

you roll your eyes. "whatever. i'm halfway done anyway," you sigh. taking the chalkboard eraser and beginning to wipe logarithms from the board with long swipes.

he clears his throat.

"hey... im sorry. i actually wanted to help this time." he says, scratching the back of his head and giving you a bashful look.

you snicker. "what the hell? why are you being nice to me? are you going to shove a fake cockroach down my shirt again?"

he'd already tried that one three times this week, the last time culminating in you chasing him down the hallway screaming and being caught by teacher kim- hence you both ending up on cleaning duty.

he begins to move closer.

"do not come closer, park gunwook. i swear to god, one more fake cockroach and you'll be on the floor crying."

"no, i-"

the classroom is suddenly filled with an eruption of screams and laughter. gunwook hadn't listened to you (as usual) continuing to grow nearer- so you'd clapped the erasers in his face creating a poof of chalkboard dust in the air.

"what was that for?" he coughs, tempting to wave away the billow of dust.

"it's what you get!" you jeer, happy to have caught him off guard for once.

you place the erasers back and begin to sweep. gunwook follows you with all the manner of a lost puppy, just awkwardly trailing next to you as you make your away around the room.

"gunwook, i literally can't see with your big head in the way."

"what do you mean big??"

"your shadow is so massive it's covering the floor and i can't see."

"don't make things up."

"i'm not! look at your shadow! you’re practically blocking the sun like a titan.”

"well.. don't you like tall guys?"

you pause at the sudden but earnest question. a pale pink blush was seeping across his cheeks, his eyes fixed on some other spot in the room. what was wrong with him today?

you sigh, too tired to ponder on it, and continue sweeping.

"what are you even saying.." you mumble in reply. 'just get out of my way.'

"okay, fine. is there at least a task for me to do?"

"go sharpen the pencils. at least make yourself useful if you're gonna bother me."

"sung hanbin." he says from the other side of the room.

"what?" you swivel your head to where gunwook stands sharpening the pencils. his eyes hadn't left the floor, continuing his task calmly.

he stays silent so you draw nearer to him, puzzled. "what do you mean?" you ask again.

"you mentioned it to haneul the other day," he says quietly. 'that you like sung hanbin. that he's so kind, and dances so well, and he's so tall..."

you squint your eyes at him. did he listen to your conversations?

‘i'm tall too. my mom said by the time i turn 21 i'll be 190cm.’ he says, knuckles white as his hand grips the pencil sharpener. he pauses. ‘and im taller than sung hanbin.’

"what are you even saying?" you laugh. you place the broom aside and perch yourself on a desk. 'why are you suddenly mentioning him?'

"what's your ideal type?" he asks suddenly, voice cracking a little at the end of the sentence.

you snort and nearly blurt out a tart reply before noticing he's not teasing you. his blush had spread across his cheeks as he stared down at his hands bashfully. you blink, confused at this awkward vibe he's been channelling since earlier. you clear your throat attempting to think of an answer.

"well.. i mean, i don't have a fixed type. i guess it depends on the person. and i don't *like* sung hanbin," you say, attempting not to make a sarcastic remark. 'i just think he's handsome. like literally everyone else at school.'

"so you do like him?"

"oh my god, gunwook, i just said no. why does it even matter anyway? do *you* like me?" you say, exasperated.

his pupils waver as he stops sharpening the pencil for a second. he swallows.

"and what if i did?"

"i'd throw myself off the roof,” unable to hold in the sarcastic reply this time. what was he even getting at?

he places the tools down, his eyes finally breaking away from the pencil and gazing at yours.

"am i really that bad to you?" he asks, pupils wavering in his big brown eyes.

you're so caught off guard by his docility that you just blurt whatever comes to mind.

"i-i mean, i didn't mean it that way. you make me laugh, and you're smart, and you are tall like you said.. but you're always teasing me so i never thought of you that way.."

gunwook begins to take slow steps towards you, visage illuminated by the sunset.

"do you know why i always tease you?"

you blink, confused. "because you want a reaction?"

"because i want your attention. i want you to notice me, to look at me. i like your laugh, and your expression when i annoy you, and everything about you makes me want to carry on making you notice me. you’re always on my mind."

somewhere through his monologue your heart had started beating so hard you could almost see the pulsations through your white shirt. your pupils waver as you look at him.

"do you understand what im saying?" he asks.

"gunwook, i..." you say, voice coming out in a whisper.

"i like you."

your heart almost stops beating. now standing before you as you perched on the desk so you had to crane your neck up slightly to meet his shining eyes. he swallows as he gazes into your eyes, expression soft.

and in the golden glow of sunlight, you notice for the first time that he is beautiful. the sun illuminates his eyes the shade of honey, his jet black hair moving gently over his dark brows from the balmy wind breezing through the classrooms. and he really was so tall. tall, with wide shoulders and big hands that would give the warmest safest hugs…

he gently places a large hand on the small of your back, the distance between you even smaller now. the sound of a nearby wind-chime rings softly from the window as you look up into his eyes, your gaze travelling down to his lips.

and he kisses you. gently, sweetly, the rashness that you knew him for distant. his touch is delicate, the temperature of his warm hand on your back relaxing you into his embrace. his full lips are soft and warm against yours. he cups your face with his other hand, thumb brushing over your cheek. you lock your hands around his neck, melting into his touch.

his lips part and move in time with your own, allowing you to deepen the kiss. in that moment, your heart feels full and warm in his gentle embrace. both your hearts beat wildly as you slowly retract, hearing the quiet sound of each other's rugged breaths. your lips tingle with the lingering sensation of his lips on yours, your eyes remaining on his as you stare at his face inches from you.

his skin golden from the sunlight, rosy cheeks glowing, you suddenly feel the urge to touch his soft skin. you brush a finger along his smooth cheek, feeling the heat of his skin from the blush. he smiles as he looks into your eyes, and you notice something for the first time: a faint dimple on his right cheek. the very smile that you had always found so annoying, you had suddenly become fond of at the sight of it.

“i never noticed you had a dimple there before,” you whisper, caressing his cheek.

“look at me more from now on. i’ll smile lots for you,” he replies, taking your hand and leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckle.

the sound of the wind-chime harmonises with the laughter you share, dust particles floating and shimmering in the air under the golden sunset.

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intimacyequalsdeath · 3 days

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Greif (Bo Sinclair x AFAB Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile now cause I never felt good enough about it to actually post. I wanted to make a good hurt/comfort but not make it too over the top extreme and I'm really confident in this version of it to finally post it. This is the first time I've posted a heavier fic like this so please head all the trigger warnings I put for this one.

Notes: Minors DNI, This fic is written with an AFAB reader in mind though no specific descriptions are used the pronouns She/her are used in relation to the reader. Trigger warnings: Pregnancy, abortion talk (Briefly). Bo is really mean at least in the start, Hurt/Comfort. Afab reader with she/her pronouns used. Excessive Cursing.

"If you fuckin' think I'm lettin' you bring a fuckin' baby into this town you're fuckin crazy!"

Bo yelled as he paced around the living room of the main house. You had finally come clean and revealed to him that you were most likely pregnant. He was taking the news about as well as one would expect Bo Sinclair to.

"I didn't ask to get pregnant Bo! Maybe you should've been more careful!"

You screamed right back at him. Bo scoffed at your argument and shook his head, a nasty grin overtaking his face.

"I shoulda never let you fuckin stay here. I told myself the day you rolled into town that you were gonna cause me nothin' but trouble"

"Maybe you should let Vincent make me into one of his wax figures then Bo, or better yet, you can keep me in the basement under the station."

Bo froze at your statement and fixed you with an expression you had never seen grace his face before.

"You better watch your fuckin' mouth if you know what's good for ya"

"Why Bo? You can't handle the truth of what you were doing in that basement before I came along?"

"You have not got a fuckin' clue what you're talkin' about. When what you need to worry about is what your gonna do with bastard you got growin' in there cause it's not gonna have any relation to me"

He spat, motioning to your stomach.

"If you don't wanna keep the baby what do you suppose I do then?"

"I mean hell if I know, I'm sure the pharmacy in the next town over has some pills or somethin' to nip the problem in the bud"

"Y- you'd really want me to go through with that? After everything we've been through together? Are you fucking serious?"

"No darlin' I want you to go all the way over to the next town over and go on a fuckin' shoppin' spree!"

"How could you even suggest something like that Bo? After everything we've been through?"

"A baby ain't nothin' but a liability, a liability ain't a single one of us got time for. 'sides do you really fuckin' think Ambrose is the place to raise a baby?"

"You, Vince and Les grew up here! Plus it's not like you'd let me fuckin' leave and go somewhere else to raise the baby. You'd turn me into a wax figure before that ever happened"

"Exactly, so what happens when that rug rat grows up and starts askin' questions? Askin' shit about what his daddy and uncles do? Askin' about the figures? What the fuck are you gonna do then?"

"You explained what the 3 of you do to me pretty damn near perfect didn't you?"

You countered Bo's argument. You watch his face as another unreadable expression crossed it as he finally sat down in his recliner and put his head in his hands. You sat and watched him in sick curiosity before the overwhelming feeling hit you like a truck.

Bo Sinclair was afraid.

An emotion you quite honestly never thought you'd see Bo experience. Sure Lester had told you stories from when they were kids and scared of their parents, storms or the usual childhood fears. But this was different. Bo wasn't a child and this wasn't a storm that would just pass if he hid under his covers and waited long enough.

You sat looking at a broken son in the body of a man, a son who had never healed from the torture his own parents put him through. The cracks that Bo tried to conceal so well from his own upbringing were crumbling in front of you. The fears coming back to him, his mother's voice echoing in his head that he would just grow up to be like his father.

The fear that it would be twins, like him and Vince and he'd have to watch them be separated and not be able to do a thing for them. Not being able to take them to a hospital just to protect Ambrose and his brothers.

"You're not going to be like them Bo"

You broke the silence with a whisper. You could hear Bo sharply suck in a breath, you were treading on unprecedented territory with Bo. His childhood was just something he didn't talk or think about at all and now it was at the forefront of his thoughts.

"Shut up"

He mumbled back. A usual response for when Bo felt like you were trying to back him into a corner and he was running out of ammo to fight you off.

"You're not going to be like them Bo. You aren't them and you never will be."

You exclaimed louder. Bo threw his hands off his face and stood up so fast the chair tipped on it's back legs. He stood, in front of the chair, just starring at you, breathing heavily as emotions swam through his eyes. You decided to be bold and test the waters, you began to take small steps toward Bo, he wasn't attempting to walk away so you continued this until you were right in front of him.

"Bo"

You said softly as you stood directly in front of him. He finally snapped his eyes down to meet yours.

"Bo, you're going to be better then them. You're going to be a good dad Bo, you've had a first hand experience of what not to be like as a parent, it's going to be rocky sure but-"

"My mama always told me I'd end up being just like daddy, Just a mean son of a bitch who never had anything nice to say to no one."

Bo cut you off, a much softer tone then before when his fear was translating to anger.

"Do you want to be like you dad? Are you gonna hate this baby if it doesn't come out to be what you were expecting?"

Bo look at you as if you had grown three heads.

"Of course not, it's my kid, how could I not love my own flesh and blood."

"If you know that, and aren't planning to emulate your father, then why are you so worried about ending up like him?"

Bo was stunned, no one had ever talked him through his emotions like that.

"T-that was the only image of a father I ever got. I don't know what a good dad is like. I don't know how "normal" kids who parents actually wanted 'em around had it"

You reached down and grabbed his wrist gently. Bringing it up and rubbing your fingers over his scars, the scars that told many glaring stories of what shaped him into the cold man he was today. You were thawing him out though, slowly but surely.

"You'll learn, No ones saying it'll be easy, but you're capable of running this whole town and taking care of the four of us, I'm sure you'll pick up fatherhood just as quick as anything else."

"Well that ain't my only issue with this whole baby thing though"

"What else is wrong then Bo?"

"It's- It's fuckin'" He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "What if it's twins, and their conjoined like- like me and Vince were."

"Oh Bo"

"We ain't got no doctors here, and it's not like we could go stay in another town for the duration of it that would be too risky, god forbid you have complications too. I just- I don't know if I could do that darlin'"

Everything was coming together and your vision on why Bo was so angry was becoming clearer and clearer. Bo wasn't angry at you, he was scared of loosing you. Scared of being alone when he had finally found something he never thought he would ever get to have.

"Bo honey, I know it's scary, but what happened with you and Vince was rare. There's no guarantee that this baby will even be twins. You should've brought this all to me instead of just yelling."

"I know darlin', I should've went about it better. But I guess when you told me you were pregnant I- I got scared. The entire time you've been here I've had these scenarios in my head, worryin' about what would happen"

You were speechless as you watch as he turned away from you and began pacing again, this time without the yelling. The entire time you had known Bo you had never known him to be one to talk about his feelings. "I'm not a fuckin' pussy" He was remark to you when you would ask him what was wrong.

The front door swung open as Vincent returned from the wax museum. Bo stopped as your gazes moved to Vince who was now frozen in the doorway of the living room.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Vincent signed. You looked at him apologetically before flicking your eyes over to Bo to see what he would say.

"Nah Vince it's nothin'. Just uh- She's pregnant is all"

Vincent perked up and his gaze immediately flicked over to you.

"Really?"

He signed, giving off an aura of excitement. You nodded at him and mustered a smile

"I'm gonna be an uncle!. I'll start reading dad's old medical books and learn things to help with the delivery"

"Now Vince we ain't even-"

"I know he had an entire book about it, I'll start getting set up for prenatal appointments too. Maybe we could even go to the next town over for checkups and stuff, we'll need stuff for the baby too"

Vincent kept rambling in sign, something he did often. You couldn't help but laugh at his childlike wonder at the prospect of being an uncle. You looked over to Bo, who was noticeably less tense as he watched his twin's excitement over the new member of the family.

"Vince chill out for a sec, having this baby is so risky. What if it's twin and they come out like us? You're gonna separate 'em?"

"Well all things considered, the pregnancy only has a one in 250 chance of becoming a twin pregnancy. Plus we're identical twins, only fraternal ones run in families which means two separate eggs would have to be fertilized instead of the egg splitting."

Bo and you look at Vincent in dumbfounded shock as he signed the information as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Where the hell did ya learn all that?"

Bo asked still in shock as he looked at his brother as if he had grown another head.

"In dad's old medical books" Vincent shrugged "I'll leave you two alone now though, I should go get researching"

Vincent signed in reply before turning and heading upstairs to his bedroom. When you heard Vincent's bedroom door close you turned back to look at Bo who was already looking at you when your eyes met his. A lighter mood fell over the living room and smile at him.

"A one in 250 chance huh?"

"Yeah, I reckon so"

"You wanna take that chance daddy?"

All the emotions of the night wash over Bo's face as he thinks for a moment then answers.

"If you think it's a good idea, can't really argue with facts I suppose. But there's gonna be rules."

With that Bo is back, the rule making irritable Bo you fell in love with when you rolled into the gas station all those years ago.

"What rules are we talkin' about?"

"For starters your gonna take it easy, when someone comes into town your gonna stay here at the house and out of sight. No heavy lifting, no helping Vincent anymore, no walk-"

"Bo, Just wrap me in bubble wrap then yeah?"

"I mean I could go to the next town over and find somethin-"

"I was joking Bo, You're not wrapping me in a protective layer"

"I can if I want too"

He mumbled under his breath. I bit back a laugh and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say Bo"

"Hey I run this town-"

Bo begins the spiel you've heard about 20,000 times since you began living here as you walk into the kitchen, the cravings starting to take over, as he follows you to explain how he runs the town and how what he says goes and if he has to make more rules to keep you he will.

As you stand in the kitchen, eating your snack and listening to Bo's spiel. Something deep down inside you, lets a feeling wash over you that maybe just maybe, everything will be just fine.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #hurt/comfort #house of wax #house of wax fanfic

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entertext · 15 hours

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HGSN 27-1

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the Japanese chapter to show support)

Rough translation by me

Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun

Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama

Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...

Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions

Yoshiki: How'd...you get...here...?

P2-3

Are they trapped or are they hiding?

Tanaka: Transmitter on your shoe

(sfx: shock)

(sfx: step)

Hikaru: Mister...what's your problem? You here to cut my head off again?

Hikaru: (Before he makes a move, I gotta...!)

Tanaka: In the first place...

Tanaka: "Nounuki-sama" doesn't exist

Tanaka: It's an imaginary god invented by human minds

(sfx: wind blows)

Hikaru: Huh? Then, what about me...?

Tanaka: You're something that started to be treated as "Nounuki-sama" after a certain point in time. An anomalous being.

Tanaka: Just as you took the place of Indou Hikaru, you also took the place of what was originally a non-existant god.

Hikaru: An anomalous being...?

Tanaka: Something that comes from the other side and warps reality...a being undying and unknowable, unbound by human logic...

(sfx: step step)

Tanaka: When a human comes face-to-face with the incomprehensible, they can't understand it without fitting it into some other framework.

Tanaka: A god, a demon, Hell...for example.

(sfx: step back...)

Yoshiki: You...what are you after...?

Tanaka: You don't have to be so on guard

Tanaka: I'm just an ordinary person, without any powers. Right now, I don't even have that katana.

Tanaka: I have a request for the two of you two.

(sfx: waves)

(sfx: seagulls cry)

(sfx: rubs out cigarette)

Tanaka: You know the story of the Indou family ancestor, right?

Tanaka: You don't?

Yoshiki: I know it. He wished for his wife to be resurrected, and then...

Tanaka: It's likely that was the point when it ('Hikaru') started to be treated as "Nounuki-sama"

Tanaka: That's why the wish got granted

(Yoshiki: Why was it only at the time of the mass deaths that a wish got granted?)

Yoshiki: ...!!

Hikaru: Huh? Then when did I start to be on the mountain?

Tanaka: It must have manifested at that point in time.

Tanaka: Upon seeing it, the Indou ancestor convinced himself it was "Nounuki-sama"

P10

Tanaka: At my company, we call them "the Spawn"

Tanaka: They suddenly appear without notice from the other side and are able to grant people's wishes.

Yoshiki: The Spawn...

Tanaka: Ultimately, we don't know much about their true nature, mind you.

Tanaka: When a human runs into one, they usually mistake it for something else and start wishing for something.

Tanaka: The Spawn warps reality to answer those requests

Hikaru: (Wishes...)

Tanaka: However, it isn't something so convenient as that

P11

Tanaka: Most wishes don't go so well

Tanaka: Making use of something beyond human knowledge invites tragedy.

Yoshiki: There are others besides 'Hikaru'...?

Tanaka: There are.

Tanaka: Although their appearance rate is astronomically low.

Tanaka: The first one was discovered around the 14th century

(sfx: tap tap)

Yoshiki: (That drawing...)

Tanaka: Anyway...

Next chapter: Expected in one week

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Week 1 (link)

(sfx: meow meow)

Hikaru: Yoshiki

Hikaru: Hey

Hikaru: Heey

Hikaru: Yoshiki!

Hikaru: Are you listening?

Hikaru: ...

Hikaru: LOOK OVER HERE

(sfx: shudder)

Yoshiki: What...was that?

Hikaru: Hey, does Saga really float?

His words seem to have some power of compulsion. (He often uses it on impurities)

Week 2 (link)

'Hikaru' is relatively pale

(Since he instantly heals sunburns too, he's especially light)

Week 3 (link)

In the beginning, he didn't really understand how much force he was supposed to be using and hurt himself

Hikaru: Ah!

If he fixes it, it's fine

(sfx: SNAP)

Week 4 (link)

Hikaru: This guy's feet are all wet too...

Tanaka: Oh, you're right

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn spoilers

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Hi wqa! I have a pair that clearly has romantic tension from the very start, but they have reasons to not act on it. There's a time skip that ties into the second part of the story, where the tension rises and they work out the reason they weren't able to get together. Given the reasons were internal (so not external stuff that actually kept them) I fear that the reader will question why this didn't happen before the time skip. As in, "it was too artificial to wait for the time skip."

Do you think this needs fixing? I can't tell if I'm worrying about nothing or if it's actually a problem.

Thank you for your time.

Couple Kept Apart by Internal Obstacle

If you're worried the reader would wonder why the internal obstacle couldn't be overcome before the time jump, it sounds like your internal obstacle is superficial and needs to be fleshed out a bit.

An internal obstacle has to be about more than just the issue itself. For example, let's say you have two characters, one with a fear of commitment (FoC) and one with a fear of getting hurt (FoGH). These make for great obstacles to the relationship, but without knowing why these fears exist or what needs to change in order for these characters to grow, they're superficial. There's no context for these fears or understanding for what needs to change, which is what makes the reader wonder why it's an obstacle before but not later.

So, in that first part of the story, you'll want to explore (through character thought, dialogue, flashbacks, etc.) the events in your characters' lives that led these fears to develop in the first place. You'll also want to illustrate how these fears interact... in the case of a fear of commitment and a fear of getting hurt, it's easy to see the problem. Because a solid commitment might be enough to help FoGH's fear of getting hurt, but if FoC is too afraid to commit, well... that doesn't bode well for them.

As you explore these internal conflicts and how they prevent a relationship between these two characters, you can also start laying the foundation for how that will change. Again, through character thought, dialogue, even action... you can have little things happen that show the characters they have it within them to change. It's possible for FoC to get over their fear of commitment, and it's possible for FoGH to get over their fear of getting hurt. You may also want to set up the pieces for how these changes are going to occur. Let's say FoC learns commitment through the military, and FoGH becomes more confident in their ability to survive being hurt after a couple of high-potential-but-failed relationships in college. If you set up that these characters part ways (before the time jump) because FoC is going into the military and FoGH is going off to college, once you do the time jump, you can pick back up at some point later in their lives after they've gotten over these fears.

I hope that helps!

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paperbackribs · 21 hours

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Tags: steddie, getting together, featuring the chaotic friendship of Eddie & Dustin

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Steve's hands are already at his hips, “Eddie, what are you doing down there?”

Eddie glances up from the hole he’d dug in the woods beyond Steve’s backyard. Looking at the dirt nearly up to his shoulders he belatedly realises that he may have become a tad fixed on his big idea.

Dappled sunlight falls through the tapestry of foliage above and the chirping of birds nearby cheerily fill the lush landscape, but none of it seems to distract Steve from his concern as he squints down at Eddie.

“Where’s Dustin?” Eddie counters like he doesn’t currently resemble a cartoon villain digging traps for the native wildlife. He resists twirling an imaginary moustache over his bare upper lip, but Steve must have an idea of his thoughts because he squints suspiciously over his arms as he folds them.

“I don’t know,” Steve says slowly from high above, “should he be here while you create what looks like your own grave?”

Eddie props his arms over the lip, tilting his chin up and aiming for charming. Playful even. “Now, why would I do that, Stevie? Life is a magnificent thing, worthy of delight and whimsy.”

“Whimsy,” Steve repeats sceptically, “like you practically digging up my backyard. You know, someone could fall and sue me, right?” Despite his scolding tone, Steve bends to kneel on the ground, his delicious thighs by Eddie’s folded hands and head hovering over his.

Eddie flutters his eyelashes as Steve waits on him, nearly close enough to kiss if he would just tilt down a fraction. “You could get in here with me, make it so there’s no room for anyone else.”

Steve’s bright hazel eyes flash and Eddie wishes he could get a handle on whether it’s because of Eddie’s suggestive tone or if it’s that Steve is simply annoyed with his antics.

Just when the silences stretches for a second too long, enough that Eddie thinks Steve might lean forward, close the gap and take Eddie’s lips in what would surely be a spectacular first kiss, he instead smirks, slyly pushing a handful of loose dirt into the hole from the high mound above Eddie’s head. It rains over Eddie’s right shoulder, which he shrugs fatalistically — he’s fairly covered at this point anyway.

“Eddie, tell me why you’ve dug a hole near as tall as you by my backyard.”

“Or what, you’ll bury me with all the other bodies out here?”

“Something like that.” Another handful rains down and Eddie sighs, “It’s a compression hole.” Steve’s hand halts, “Like the socks?”

Eddie takes the opportunity to reach out and clasp Steve’s hand, ostensibly to stop it from pushing more dirt over his shoulders but really just taking the opportunity to touch Steve. Hold the warmth of his hand within his own, stroke the silken back of it with his thumb.

Eddie steals many moments like these and Steve always lets him, but he never knows whether it's because of Steve's generous nature or if it's because he wants Eddie touching him, specifically.

“Like the socks,” he agrees, eyes sharp as Steve’s cheeks flush a faint red. Yet he retains a sceptical mien about him so Eddie further explains. “Dustin has this book—”

Steve snorts, “Here we go.”

“Dustin has this book and it says that the Aboriginals from Australia have known for ages how to take care of deadly snake bites.”

“With a hole.”

Eddie is always fascinated to see the evidence of Steve’s smiles in the shine of his eyes, and he delights in being one of the few people who often brings out its brightness. “With a hole,” he agrees with a cheeky grin, happy at Steve’s amusement.

“Bit by a Red-belly then you're in the hole for x amount of days. By a King Brown then for an nth amount of days. Placed in the hole and buried up to your neck, the compression of it all works the venom safely through your system.”

He's sad to see those pretty eyes hidden from him as Steve closes them with a deep, bracing breath. “Eddie,” he begins in a warning tone, drawing his hand away, “is Dustin finding a poisonous snake to bite you with.”

“No, definitely not,” Eddie hedges but at Steve’s stern look he squirms, “because poisonous would mean that I can’t eat them?”

“Venomous then!”

Eddie thinks that maybe he’s losing his capacity to charm Steve if the ire rising in his eyes is anything to go by. He shifts uneasily on the hard dirt below him, feeling particularly trapped as Steve’s frown deepens while looking like he’s considering burying Eddie without the bite and definitely above his head.

The sounds of eager feet crunching over dry leaves and fallen branches sound behind Eddie and he tilts his head in time to see Dustin fly through the trees with a long, wriggling animal in his hands. “Found one!” He calls triumphantly, the curls around his face bobbing in excitement. There's a smudge across his cheek that Eddie suspects was made by crawling through the dirt and bushes to find his captured prey.

About twenty inches long, thin with yellow stripes framing its scales of green and brown, the garter snake wrapped around Dustin’s left arm tastes the air in front of it with its pink forked tongue. Simultaneously looking unhappy at being captured while utterly disinterested in the humans surrounding it.

Dustin’s face crinkles in confusion as Steve starts laughing behind Eddie’s back. “What? What is it?” He asks Steve who, Eddie looks over to see, has fallen back onto his butt, head tilted to the sky as he snorts and chuckles at the harmless animal Dustin has procured for their experiment.

“Never mind,” Steve waves an expansive hand towards the two of them, “carry on. As you were.” Humour dances over his brow and broadens his smile, “Here, I’ll even help. Pass it over, Dustin, I’ll throw the terrible monster at Eddie myself.”

It’s Eddie’s turn for his cheeks to flush now and he might be more embarrassed if it weren’t for Steve catching his eye, sharing a look of amusement with him rather than at him, and Eddie finds himself charmed by Steve Harrington once more.

It's not the first time and he knows that it won't be the last. Steve has had Eddie firmly wrapped around his little finger for far too long to say now, and Eddie's only waiting for the barest hint to step forward.

He sighs and turns back to Dustin, “Let the snake go, it’s a bust.”

Dustin opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie heads him off, explaining that the only creatures in danger of the carnivore in his hands are worms and maybe a mouse or two.

Eddie reckons that if Dustin were a mouse his tail would drop in disappointment right now, looking as sad as one can as he trudges away to release the snake in a safer place deeper in the woods.

He turns back to Steve to find him crouching now, braced with a hand outstretched towards Eddie. His eyes are still bright from his earlier laughter, but an invitation now winds its way through them.

“How about I help clean you up?” Steve asks in a dark murmur and Eddie lights up, finally finding an answer to the question that's been jittering in his heart.

“Why don’t you,” Eddie grins in agreement, clasping Steve back and pushing up to meet him halfway. As he scrambles out of the hole, Eddie pats the lip of its edge in affection as he continues to hold onto Steve’s hand. He silently thanks the soon-to-be-forgotten experiment and winds their fingers together, following Steve home.

💚 More steddie here

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #paperbackribs writing

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wulvercazz · 2 days

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Peep🌙

~Previous~💕 This isn't the end... but it's the last part I've done for this AU so far ;w; so... this is it for now, ig?

I really want to draw more but, I can't know when that'll be 🥴✨

Ichigo can't say he's too sure about the clothes Grimmjow tailored for him, right before his eyes too - much to his awe and wonder, but their home is pretty much all he could've ever asked for. The wind makes the leaves rattle and swish outside, and the inside is warm and cozy and always seems to smell of dry leaves and homecooked meals. So why couldn't he just fall asleep? Despite the frowns and bossy snark all throughout the day, Grimmjow'd left him with a warm mug of milk and lavender and honey, and fixed a long chair-thing with covers and pillows for him to sleep on before they'd retreated upstairs. The only place in the house Grimmjow hadn't bothered to show him. Curiosity was gnawing at him, alright? Footsteps creaked softly from the floor above and finally there were no strings of annoyed pleas or things banging loudly after them. Beyond the things he'd learned about the witch, what they did behind closed doors still avoided him. All of Grimmjow's attention had stayed on him that day, he realized, and pondered even harder the closer he got to the staircase. Soft, wary steps up turning this into some sort of game to not get caught by the angry witch; who knows, maybe Grimmjow hadn't been throwing empty threats at him when he promised to turn him into a featherduster. He was ready to be disappointed in his findings. Perhaps they'd already laid themsleves to sleep, and all he'd see is a dark room and a Grimmjow-shaped lump on the bed. Instead, Ichigo's breath caught on his throat with an almost-squeak, Grimmjow's pale back and long hair shining softly under the glare of the moon. The railing of the staircase and the pillows resting along it on the nearest edge of the bed not concealing much of Grimmjow's very naked body. Ichigo felt guilty that the first thought on his mind was retaliation... Grimm had seen him almost naked already, it was fair... to some extent. That and... he couldn't bring himself to stop looking.

#CottagecoreAU #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #bleach #ichigrimm #一グリ #witch!Grimmjow #phoenix!Ichigo

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echantedtoon · 1 day

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Ocean Deep Ch7 A Slight Change In Planning P2

"Akira?! What are you doing here?!"

Akira was here?! I'm the shop?! In front of you?! NOW?! WHY?! WASN'T HE SUPPOSED TO BE HALF WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY ATTENDING A FUNERAL?! Why was he back here?! He wasn't supposed to be back so soon?! You stared in shocked silence at the handsome man in front of you as he stared back with a lazy smile on his face. Mrs. Satoshi looked bewildered at you and it wasn't until then that you snapped out of your stupor-

"I mean-" You quickly cleared your throat and forced a smile. "Akira! It's so nice to see you again!" You smiled wider and tried to relax making you look as casual as possible. A hand coming up to rest on your cheek as your head tilted. "What brings you here? I thought you were going to help with your grandfather's estate in the city?"

He seemed surprised when you addressed him with a smile. Eyes going wide before he smiled again. "My father and uncle are still settling things. Turns out my grandfather had more debts than he let on so it's been a few weeks of settling things and paying them all back. Unfortunately my Uncle was worried about my poor Aunt so they sent me to take care of the family business here." He shrugged holding up his arms lazily. "Family drama. Am I right?"

You slowly nodded trying not to sweat under the anxiety rock dropped on your head. "Oh..How nice of you. What brings you to the shop though?"

Again he shrugged. "My aunt seems to think she lost something in your store." His dark eyes looked your form up and down before not so discreetly looking around the front of the shop behind you where a lot of the already grown plants were. "I figured I'd stop by and take a look around to ease her worries."

"Yes. About that.." Your boss rose a brow, hands on her hips as she looked at him. "She has been awfully rude to me and making demands to return something to her but refuses to tell me what exactly it is she wants. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to give something back if I never stole it in the first place and when I don't know what it is."

The man fell silent before turning his thinned smile over his shoulder at the woman. "Ah yes. As silly as it sounds, she seems to be under the impression that you took a couple...pet fish from her." Your body instantly froze. Akira chuckled a bit. "It's really a funny thought-"

"'Funny?' Young man, I don't find harassment, stalking, and being accused of theft 'funny'!"

He held up his hands immediately. "No disrespect, Mrs. Satoshi. I don't really think it's funny either. That's why I'm here to fix the issues. Auntie just gets paranoid easily. If you could just let me have a look around to ease her worries, I would be so grateful."

Mrs. Satoshi huffed staring down Akira with narrowed eyes. "I have nothing to hide!..But if it'll make her leave my store alone then go ahead!" She shooed him off. "You won't find any fish here. You can believe that."

Akira's smile only widened. "Thank you, Mrs. Satoshi. I promise you won't even know I'm here."

Your gaze followed his form as he turned on his heel and slowly walked around you towards the end of the large room. His eyes looking over everything with the calculation of a fine artist and his head slowly turning from side to side. You both watched him walk until he got to the end of the room until he stood in front of the closet door before he gave a small rotation of his shoulders- Without warning the door was yanked open by him so fast that it made you both flinch. He stood there a long moment looking at a broom, mop bucket, a few extra plants pots- CREAK. The door was slowly closed before his body turned back on both of you. Face neutral..Until his eyes turned to a second doorway that lead to the greenhouse connected to the shop and where all of the supplies and everything else was stored. A smirk was given towards both of you before he turned again hands in his pockets. Step after step your heads followed as he walked right up to the door and smirked at it. At you both like he won something. Before the door was quickly opened in the same fashion as the first...You saw when his smirk turned to surprise seeing nothing but rows of growing plants, stacks of fertilizer bags, and such other things-

"Well I hope you're satisfied with your little hide and seek game." Mrs. Satoshi frowned upon him before pointing out the front door to him. "Now I'm sure there's not going to be anymore trouble since clearly I don't have whatever Ms. Henya wants."

Akira stood silent for a moment before inhaling slowly and giving a stiff smile back her way. "Indeed. I guess my aunt is getting a bit confused in her old age." The door was stiffly closed. "You'll forgive us for all the trouble you endured."

"I think it'd just be best if you leave." She never stopped pointing at the door. After a few more seconds Akira stiffly walked his way to the door. "And tell Ms. Henya she still owes me a hundred for the rose bushes. If she doesn't want to pay, then she has until the end of this month to return them before I come to collect."

Akira said nothing to that, only walking to the door creepily silent and boring his eyes into your boss's. You turned your head to look at her too to avoid looking at heim in fear he'd see any guilt on your face. Keep calm. Act casual. Don't show anything that could give you away. You didn't dare look away from the scowling face of your boss until the little bell above the door rang out signalling he had left. A breath you were holding escaped your mouth and your body felt like a wet rag dunked in ice.

"Good riddance. I don't know what's gotten into that family but whatever it is they had better straighten themselves out." Your boss huffed and turned to grab a small tree sapling with a bag tied around it's roots. "Y/n, come help me with these apple tree saplings. Ruki Arago will be here any minute to collect them."

"Y-Yeah. Sure."

This was bad. This was definitely, ABSOLUTELY BAD! It's one thing to have a crazy old woman skulking around looking for a trio of mermaids, but now you have to worry about Akira also stalking the town?! And on top of that there was the matter of your entire plan being thrown out the window. If the rivers were overrun with fishermen desperate to escape the terror of the sea, then it'd be too dangerous to just release them into said river. It was starting to look like the only real option was to take them to the sea directly and release them there.

But...HOW?!

You had no horse. No wagon. No nothing. And it's not like you could just carry them all the way there! They were a lot heavier than they looked, and it would be way to far! Not to mention it was at least a month on foot and two weeks by horse. You didn't have enough food for you and three mermaids. You weren't sure what you were going to do but you couldn't just keep them in your bathhouse forever. It wasn't good for them in the long run and sooner or later someone was bound to find them. Then it would be all over. Until then you decided to just continue on with what you've been doing for now and hopefully things would be better soon.

"Thanks for your purchase, Y/n. It's always good to see you again. Try to stop by more often. Ok?"

The young woman smiled at you and you smiled back at her taking the small hunk of meat wrapped up in paper. "Thanks, Takano. Is there any meat scraps or chunks ready to be thrown out available?"

She nodded her pretty brunette hair matching her eyes. "Yep! Just like you asked. You're the only ones that wants all that stuff. It's a few days old." She grimaces scrunching up her face in disgust. "I dunno why anyone would bother."

"Well it's not bad, and if you cook it it'll still be fine to eat."

Takano cringed harder, sticking out her tongue in a yuck way. "Not for me! I'd rather die than let that meat touch my mouth." Shaking her head the brunette backed away pointing behind her. "I'll go get it, but it's on you to haul it away yourself."

"That's fine. Saves you all the trouble of getting rid of it yourself."

She gave you a strange look but left quickly. Once she was far away enough you sighed and reached a hand up to run your temples. How pitiful. Scraping up scrapes and scrounging for hand outs and anything else you can get your hands on just to feed yourself and three extra mouths. You weren't sure how much longer you could just put up with this stressful way of living. A scraping noise sounded out as a large basket was dragged along the floor nearly overflowing with what looked like random parts of meat. Steaks, a chicken leg or two, a few fish cutlets, ribs- Everyone else around you took a moment to stop and stare as Yuki dragged it slowly one foot at a time over to where you were standing. With a final grunt and a look of disgust she dropped it off at your feet. Embarrassment washed over your figure in waves feeling everyone stare at you like a spectacle. You didn't entirely blame them. You'd probably stare too if you saw someone just drag off days old scraps like a poor begger who couldn't afford anything. With an embarrassed and shameful feeling, you just shoved the fresh package of meat you bought on top before just grabbing onto the large handle and pulled- Holy crap! This thing was heavy. One pull up barely lifted it off the ground! What ended up happening was you struggling to pick it up a few inches off the ground, and shamelessly waddling steps towards the door.

"Come again, Y/n!"

Yeah. Knowing how much those mermaids eat, you'd definitely be back for any more scraps. You continued waddle-walking in shame towards the doorway ignoring everyone else around you. As soon as you got home, you had to cook up ALL of this before it did actually go bad. Waddling more and more towards the door you had gotten to it and kicked it open only to slam it partially into someone.

"Ow!", a man's voice shouted out.

"I'm so sorry!" You looked up. "I didn't mean-.." You froze. Staring at the person in front of you in horror. "Akira?!"

Akira hissed reaching one arm down to rub where the door made contact with his leg, but stopped when he saw you. He stared at you, looked at the basket awkwardly in your hands, then back to you...And then smiled. "Well..If it isn't the pretty flower lady?~ Fancy running into you here."

Darn it all! Why'd you have to run into the last person you wanted to see now?! Ever since his little visit three days ago, everything seemed to have settled down somewhat. Mrs. Henya hadn't been around since then, but you still had that awful sinking feeling. And now you had the misfortune of running into him here. Great. There was no way he didn't know about the mermaids his family imprisoned and was planning on doing who knows what with them! It made you just dislike him that much more.

"Oh. Sorry, Akira," you apologized politely keeping your true feelings hidden. "Excuse me. I need to get this all home."

You made to nudge past him but a hand on your basket and him leaning in way too close for comfort stopped you. "Now what are you doing with all this meat?" He rose a brow and smiled wider at you. "A healthy appetite for such a young lady.~"

"I-..I'm going to dry most of this for the wint-ter," you lied giving a tug on the basket, "With the lost revenue and things being so tough lately, it's good to think ahead."

He hummed. "I agree. That's smart thinking. But you look to be struggling you poor thing. Such a delicate lady isn't used to carrying so much weight. Let me help you.~" With one yank he was easily able to lift the basket out of your hands and up into the air away from your outstretched arms.

"What?!" Your stomach dropped in horror. "No. Really it's fine-" You went to grab it-

He held it farther from your reach. "I insist.~ You need a hand being a delicate flower.~"

You wanted to argue. Maybe kick him where the sun didn't shine and make a run for it. But there was a crowd of people around you. It might look suspicious to suddenly be hostile to Akira, and then your friends -

"....Thank you." You gritted you teeth outwardly annoyed however your face didn't seem to detour the smiling man.

"After you, Flower.~"

You visibly cringed at the nickname. What followed was the most awkward walk of your life. You stiffly walked the ten minutes from the butcher's to your house looking straight ahead and not saying anything to the man walking next to you. The entire time you felt Akira's eyes boring holes into your head the entire way back. You never felt more relieved than you did seeing your front door so close to you. You stopped in front of the door and turned to him so suddenly it caught him off guard from the sappy, Dopey lovestruck look he was giving you the entire time.

"We're here." The basket was yanked from from him, making you stumble from the weight all of the sudden in your hands, but you firmly pulled it towards you. "Thank you for your..help but I can take it from here. You can leave now."

He blinked. "Oh. I can help you bring that in y'know-"

"No thanks." Using a foot, you slid the door open before stepping back and dragging the large nearly overflowing basket in before standing back up in the doorway to stare at him. "You can go now. Have a good day, Akira." You made to close the door.

"WAIT!!" His sudden shout startled you into jumping and looking at him as he shuffled. "Look. I know we don't know each other a whole lot but I got a lot to offer." He started holding up a hand and rubbing his neck with the other as you just stared. "My family has a good business and I come from a pretty successful line."

"Akira, what are you getting at with this?"

"Would you possibly consider a marriage with me?" You stared at him. Mind going a blank as he hopefully smiled at you.

"After what I've seen of your family?" You frowned at him harder. "Akira you of all men are THE farthest thing I'd ever want my husband to be. We are never going to be compatible. You should look elsewhere if you want to find a wife. Try Old Lady Rayko. She's a matchmaker after all. Now if you excuse me, I have a lot of meat to cook before it goes bad."

His shocked face was met with the door closing in his face and the distant sounds of grunts and a large basket being dragged away from the door. Three heads looked at each other in the next few rooms over shuffling in frustration.

"HOW DARE HE?! HE'S GOING TO TAKE Y/N AWAY AND WE'RE NEVER GONNA SEE HER AGAIN!!"

"Pipe down snails for brains! Do you want her to hear us eavesdropping?!"

Suma whined when Makio shoved her head underwater to shush her cries. Hinatsuru sighed again shaking her head and making her sparkly earrings away.

"Now stop that. If you don't stop fighting, then she'll really hear you."

"HE CAN'T HAVE HER!! HE'S CRUEL AND DOESN'T DESERVE HER!!" Suma pouted sticking her cheeks out.

"I agree." Makio stunned them both with her sudden agreement but she pointed at them. "What? It's not like you two weren't thinking the same thing for a few weeks now. Let's just take her with us."

"Well there's an underlying problem with that."

"What's the problem? We all like her don't we?"

Hinatsuru sighed harder. "Well here's the thing. You both like her. I like her. But the question is will Kyojuro and more importantly Lord Tengen like her?"

Both fell silent at that.. before Suma spoke up. "I'm sure they will! We just have to get them to meet her first! Tengen is sure to love her! She's 'flashy'!"

Neither of the others had time to answer her when footsteps approached and a moment later you opened the door with a smile. "Hey. Dinner's going to be a little late tonight since I have to cook it, but on the bright side I have enough food to last you three for the next three days. I just wanted to let you know."

Hinatsuru smiled brightly at you. Unbeknownst to you the scheming they were going to have that night. "Sounds wonderful. Thank you."

You were quickly running out of food at this rate. The only things left in your pantry was jars of jelly and pickled vegetables and soon those will be gone too especially since it turns out Suma really liked downing jelly from your jars with how sweet it was. The scraps and leftovers you managed to scrape up will help you but not in the long run. Not with the shortage of everything thanks to that merman driving everyone away and making prices rise and everyone panic. Just this morning you saw a family packing up to move away from the seemingly doomed town. And all of this was the fault of the Henyas. Their greedy actions weren't just hurting your friends but the entire town of innocent people too. Something had to be done soon. You just weren't sure what yet.

"I'm going to go fish in the nearby river." You announced one day to the three. "There's probably not a lot of everyone else is fishing in there already, but I'll probably be able to catch enough for you to eat."

"Alright. I feel a storm in the air. Be careful and come back before the storm hits."

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