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sillysillygoofygoose · 3 months

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Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works

Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 🥰 I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon 💕💕 I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff 🤭

Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw

One and a Half Men □○

Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.

When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.

And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.

"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"

There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.

"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.

"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.

"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.

"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp

Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.

A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.

"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.

Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.

"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.

"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.

"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.

"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.

You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.

As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.

"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.

"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.

"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.

"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.

"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.

...

Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.

You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.

Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...

"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.

"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.

"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.

"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.

"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.

"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.

Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.

Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.

"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.

Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.

"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.

Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.

"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.

"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.

"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.

He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.

"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.

"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.

"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.

"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.

"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."

...

You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.

Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.

"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.

"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.

Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.

"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.

"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.

Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.

Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.

...

Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.

"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.

Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.

Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.

You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Gumi?"

"Do you love dada?"

Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.

"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."

"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.

The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.

"T-rex."

...

"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.

"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.

"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.

"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.

Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share

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gglitch1dd · 3 days

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Hello! Could you please do a prohero!husband!deku x reader after an argument and deku is apologizing for blowing up at his wife after a long day? BTW I love your works!!

It's been a Long Day.

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Izuku walked through the door with a heavy sigh. He used his foot to close the door as he entered your shared apartment. His shoulders dropped at the fact that he was back home. He honestly was only looking forward to coming back here. He trudged past the entranceway, slipping off his shoes and putting on his slippers.

He started walking when he heard your voice.

"Izuku!" You let out, your head peaking out of the kitchen with a smile. He mustered a gentle smile for you despite not being in the mood. "You're back."

"I am." He answered back as he shuffled into the kitchen where you were busy.

"That's great! Because Mrs Hinata called and she wanted to know about the opening about the Little Heroes school and how we wanted to set up the dorm rooms." You started talking as he watched you just about finish lunch. He had gone to work at some unholy hour of night (or morning) and was only coming back now from a 18 hour shift. "I was thinking we can have two children in one room or do you think separate rooms are better?"

Izuku blinked, still not up to speed with what you were talking about. "Uh.."

"Do you think yellow is a good enough colour?"

"Well..."

"Who am I kidding, green is fine. Green, white, gold and black. Our colours should be fine. We can keep the girls rooms predominantly gold and white, and the boys rooms black and gold. Fine with you?"

"I guess-"

"Also Mr Fujita called about Angelica-Nina's vet bills."

Suddenly Izuku felt a headache. He bit back a groan as he put his a hand to his temple. It had been bothering him all morning and Lord knows he could use a nap. Normally he got headaches when he was drained or tired. "Hey sweetheart..." He started with his eyebrows furrowed. "Can we talk la-"

"He said that he sent you the bill but the pet insurance should cover at least sixty percent of that." You told him what you were told from the vet about your pet rabbit. You set out the dumplings, checking if they were ready.

Izuku scratched the back of his head. "I saw his email."

"Great! Your mother also called, she wanted to know whether or whether not we're coming over tomorrow? She's hosting the Bakugous remember?"

"The Bakugous? Then why is she asking us to come?" He asked as he moved to drop his bag on the table. He leaned back against the counter.

You paused for a moment before turning to look at him. You tilted your head confused. "Because she wants to? What's wrong with the Bakugous?"

Izuku let out a soft cynical chuckle as he kept his eyes closed. "What's wrong with the Bakugous? Well, nothing other than the fact that they are your ex's parents."

You paused as you grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands clean. "Yah, but they're good people they're very nice."

Izuku felt another pang of a headache hit him. He frowned. "No, Masaru is a good person, Mitsuki still wishes that you were with Katsuki."

You thought for a second. "No she doesn't."

"Yes she does."

"No, she doesn't."

"Y/N-"

"Izuku, the Bakugous and I are good friends. They designed our outfits for one of the galas we went to this year. I don't see what's the problem."

He sighed. "I-"

"Also you promised me that you'd make sure that you would fix the drawer upstairs." Another pang hit his head making him suck in a breath. He needs to lay down. He bit back a groan, everything feeling so loud. "I thought you'd get it done. And what about the rooms, you still haven't answered me on that. The opening is in two months and-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, Y/N, COULD YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING FOR LIKE 5 SECONDS PLEASE!" He shouted putting a hand to his head as he turned away from you for a moment.

He closed his eyes as he took a moment to let his headache subside. He took a deep breath before exhaling. It took him a moment before he finally felt like he could function again. He let out a sigh as he opened his eyes.

However you weren't there anymore. You were gone, out of the kitchen, leaving him alone. "Y/N?" He asked confused as he looked around. He didn't hear your voice answering him. He looked around for a moment. He paused when he realised he had blown up at you. He closed his eyes with a sigh. "Y/N! Y/N come back! I'm sorry." He apologised as he moved around to try and find you.

He didn't hear your steps going up the stairs so he knew you were still downstairs. He looked around, looking through open doors until he finally found you sitting in the rabbits' room, holding Valentino-Nino in your lap. The brown rabbit sat safely there allowing you to pet him.

Izuku stood at the doorway. "Y/N. I'm sorry." He apologised. You didn't respond. "I didn't mean it. Can you please not ignore me."

"I thought you wanted me to stop talking." You let out lowly.

Izuku turned around to put his back against the doorframe. He took a moment as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. "I'm sorry. I just had a long day and I've had this throbbing headache for the past few hours. I didn't mean to lash out at you like that." He said truthfully. You could hear how drained he was in his voice and you knew it was unlike Izuku to lash out at you even when he disagreed with you or was angry.

You looked down at your pet rabbit who had moved his head so that you would scratch under his chin. You sighed. "I'm sorry about your headache." You said softly as you looked down away from him. "I know you work so hard and I wasn't being considerate. I was just so excited to have you back home. I'm sorry."

Izuku's shoulders dropped as he looked down at you. He shook his head. "No sweetheart, no I'm sorry." He said seriously as he crouched down to sit down in front of you. He put a hand on your knee and you looked up to him. "You don't have to apologise. I love it when you're excited to see me and want to talk to me. Truly I do. You're the one easy thing in my day, my love." He gave you a genuine smile. "I just... it's been a long day."

You gave him a gentle smile. You pat his leg. "You should go freshen up and eat something so you can nap. I'm sure your headache is just because you're tired. They're just the body's way of saying we need rest or something's wrong" Your advice made Izuku sigh with a nod.

"That would be great."

You reached forward and placed a kiss on his face. "Okay."

-Glitch1d

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storywriter007 · 8 months

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Life or Death - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes thomas shelby hasn't been good to her

warnings: character death, cursing, poverty, catcalling, mentions of sex,

genre: heartbreak

word count: 2.9k

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Birmingham, 1900

"i'm starving." a young thomas shelby said aloud.

"have you not had anything to eat today?" a young y/n asked.

"money's been tight, i've had to skip meals." tommy explained.

the two ten year olds sat in silence for a moment.

y/n knew what it was like for money to be tight. her family's income had been tight, after the passing of her father. her mom went to teach children at a local school while making dresses on the side to keep the two of them afloat.

"it's almost suppertime, why don't you come to my house?" y/n invited.

"really?" he asked.

"of course." she nodded. "you're my best friend, why would i want to see you hungry?"

that evening, y/n and tommy walked home together and were given a warm welcome by y/n's mother.

"tommy! welcome!" she exclaimed. "come on in you two."

they sat down at the table and began eating supper. stew and dumplings. it was warm and delicious.

to tommy, y/n's house often felt more like home than his own. it was quite small, but it had home-like decorations everywhere. it was nice and toasty since it didn't take much fire to heat the place, and moreover y/n was there.

"you children cannot stay out in the cold during this time of year." y/n's mother scolded, putting her hand on tommy's cheek and seeing how cold it was.

"but we were playing a game-" y/n argued.

"play games inside. i don't want to see you to freeze to death." she continued.

"yes mom." y/n laughed, looking at tommy, knowing they were going to go outside the next day anyways.

it was getting dark out and tommy was full.

"i should probably get going. bye y/n, by ms. y/l/n!" tommy said, getting up.

"wait!" y/n said, running to the kitchen.

she came back with tupperware.

"here, take some home." she insisted.

"no, no, i couldn't-" he argued.

"take it! tell john, arthur, and ada i say hello!" y/n said, shoving the tupperware into his arms.

that night, tommy's siblings had a warm meal.

"this is delicious tommy! where'd you get this from?" arthur remarked.

"y/n. she insisted." he responded.

"you better marry her for this one." arthur laughed.

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Birmingham, 1904

"look at the body on that one." a classmate remarked as y/n walked by.

she just rolled her eyes and continued walking. this wasn't unusual.

"you'd make a ton of money at the whore house!" the boy yelled out again as laughter followed.

so would your mother, y/n thought of saying, but decided that it was best for her to not. this boy was twice her size.

"so would your mother." another boy's voice called out.

y/n turned around to see tommy and the other boy standing chest to chest, about to fight.

"what'd you say shelby?" the boy asked.

"so would your mother." he repeated, not an ounce of fear in his voice.

a teacher came and pulled the two apart.

"both of you seperate. if i see this again, i'll make sure to tell your mothers!" she scolded.

both the boys backed away from one another. tommy caught up with y/n.

"thanks tommy." she said.

"it's nothing, i've wanted to say that to him for a while now." tommy laughed.

"my mum's sending me to get groceries today? would you like to join me." y/n asked.

"of course." tommy agreed. "can't wait to eat apples out of the farmer's cart."

"don't do that! you got us chased down last time!" y/n scolded, remembering a set of angry farmers running after them.

they settled down after they were paid, at least. otherwise, who knows what could've happened.

"it was fun!" he argued.

"it was." she agreed.

as she watched tommy walk away, y/n realized that she had a crush on him. but it was just a crush, it wasn't that serious.

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Birmingham, 1914

"glad to see you dr." tommy smiled, opening the door to the pub.

"happier to see you mr." she returned the joke.

y/n had always wanted to save people's lives, so she entered the medical field. after gaining main patients, it became more difficult to see tommy as often as she used to. even tommy was on the rise in the business world. it was hard to hangout with one-another, but they always made time.

over the years, y/n's crush on tommy had turned into love, but she didn't know how to tell him. no time ever seemed right.

"there might be a war." tommy said, drinking whiskey at the pub.

"you think you'll get drafted?" y/n asked, wanting him to say no, but knowing what the answer was.

"yes." he answered. "unfortunately."

"it'll just be me and ada." y/n chuckled. "she's better company than you."

"oh really? go drink with her." tommy laughed. "you'll miss me when i go off."

"you know i will." y/n smiled.

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y/n realized her worst nightmare had come true as tommy stood at her front door.

"i have to go to france." he said.

she felt water fill up her eyes, but she stayed calm.

"i'll miss you." she smiled.

"i'll miss you too." he smiled back.

he turned around to leave.

"tommy, wait." she said, trying not to cry.

he turned around.

"i didn't know when to tell you this because no time ever seemed right and we were always so busy." she rambled. "but since you're going to france, and i might not see you again, i just want you to know i love you. it's no use for me to say i don't, because it's true. i've loved you ever since i've known you."

the tears started falling. he stared at her for a minute. did she ruin their friendship? did he not feel the same way? would he never talk to her again? did she have to do this before he left?

lost in her thoughts, y/n didn't realize tommy had leaned down and kissed her.

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Birmingham, 1918

y/n got down on her knees, that had already been bruised from how much she'd kneeled.

"dear god, please keep tommy, john, and arthur safe." she pleaded. "please keep tommy safe."

she'd done this every morning and every night since the boys were drafted.

"please make it end soon." she continued.

she looked at the couple of photographs her and tommy had together from years before. they used to love taking together, and writing the story on the back.

she got to their last picture. taken four years ago. it was hear and tommy making silly faces. on the back, it said, "tommy's going to france."

she felt a tear run down her cheek. what if he never came back? what if that was their last photo together?

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Birmingham, 1919

y/n was overjoyed when all three brothers returned, alive. she hugged tommy so tightly, glad he was alright.

but something had changed. tommy wasn't as happy as he used to be anymore. he didn't smiled as much, but he still did when they were together, and that was all that mattered to y/n.

y/n knew all about the shelby business, having grown very close to ada and polly, she was informed about everything. even when tommy was doing gang work before, he was never as gloomy as he was now. he was much more serious.

she tried desperately to comfort him, and it did work. he did talk about the war with her, and y/n understood he was traumatized. she didn't try to change him or tell him lighten up, she understood the mental toll it had taken on him.

countless nights would tommy tell her about the memories of war and they would end up falling asleep on the floor, in a mix of papers and books.

they were never officially together, they had never gotten then chance. but when tommy was ready, y/n hoped they could make it offical.

one night, they walked into the garrison. y/n had just finished with a long day of patients.

"dr!" arthur greeted y/n with a hug.

"arthur!" she laughed back.

however, there was a new face at the pub. she was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. y/n came up to her.

"i haven't seen you around! are you new?" she smiled, asking.

"yes, i am new." the barmaid responded, quite curtly, y/n noticed.

"i'm y/n! what's your name?" she asked.

"grace. my name is grace." she said, briefly.

"well, grace, i just wanted to say, i think you're absolutely gorgeous." y/n smiled.

grace gave a brief smile back and went back to bartending.

odd, y/n thought, but assumed it was because of how busy the pub was, her mind was probably on working.

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"there's this new copper who's been on my ass." tommy said.

"that sucks. has he been sniffing around?" y/n asked.

"yes." he responded, taking a long drag out of his cigarette.

y/n noticed grace very clearly listening to their conversation.

"he's been asking me about, well, y'know." he continued. "they're taken care of, but still. he's onto me."

of course she knew. the guns. tommy had told her everything. his plan and why.

"that's enough about that." he ended. "how's your business, doctor?"

"it's going well." y/n chuckled. "i'm seeing entire lineages now."

"whiskey?" grace asked, coming over.

"no thank you." y/n smiled. "i should get home now."

tommy smiled and said goodbye. y/n thought that was odd, since usually tommy would've walked her out.

"thank you grace." she said, before leaving.

grace ignored her.

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y/n was sitting with the shelby's at the garrison. she noticed something about tommy, something odd. he straightened up whenever grace entered the room and he always smiled.

this wasn't the first odd thing tommy had done. since she came, he was at the pub more. he also took her to a horserace. not to mention, his eyes foretold a story between them. it had been a while since tommy looked at her that way.

but there was something odd about grace. she was always listening in and trying to get closer to tommy.

y/n asked to see tommy privately, and that's when she made her point.

"the barmaid, she seems suspicious. do you notice how she's always listening in and trying to get close to you? and how that copper start bothering you the same time she came here?" y/n said.

"her name's grace." tommy responded.

"yes, grace, seems odd." y/n corrected.

"what is it y/n? you can't stand there's another friend of mine?" he said, clearly aggravated.

"no, i don't care about that. i just don't want you to get hurt-"

"hurt? hurt is when i was in france." he interrupted.

"tommy, will you just try to listen?"

"to your bullshit? no." he said.

that hurt.

"you're free to leave." he said simply, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

y/n chuckled, and left.

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can y/n say it came as a shock when tommy told her grace had betrayed him and fled the country? not really.

"i told you so." y/n said, plainly. "it was obvious."

tommy seemed pissed at that comment.

"that doesn't mean you can talk down on her." tommy stated.

"well tommy, you can't really control what i say and what i think." she responded back, beginning to get aggravated at his blindness. "and what i think is that grace is a traitor."

"what i think is that you should leave." he said.

"always running from the truth, now-a-days, aren't you?" she smiled, leaving.

y/n would be lying if she said she didn't go home that night and cry, because she did. why was tommy so wrapped around grace? had he fallen in love with her? no, no. it was probably just attraction. it had to be. right?

the next day, tommy apologized for being so harsh to her, and everything was back to normal. no more grace, no more deception, and no more stupidity.

.....................................................

y/n was still waiting for tommy to make it official, but he still hadn't. the war had been over for two years now. she had thought about tommy everyday for the past seven years.

she missed him, she missed what they used to have. it was almost midnight, and she decided she wanted to go see him. she couldn't keep waiting.

she called his number three times, but he didn't pick up, so she drove to his home, and knocked on the door. no answer. she was starting to get worried. she opened the door and walked in on something that made her stomach drop.

it was tommy with grace. and they were having sex on the sofa, and he whispered how much he loved her and how he thought of her everyday. it seemed they had finished, because now they were getting dressed. when tommy turned his head and saw y/n, his eyes grew wide.

y/n felt tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat.

he dragged her into his office.

"what the hell y/n! you can't just fucking barge into my house!" he yelled.

"i called you three times. i knocked on your door and waited outside for five minutes. with the life you live tommy, i got worried." she said, wiping her nose.

"y/n, you have to leave." he said. "i've got something here, and i can't lose it again."

again. y/n felt her stomach drop and her heart break into a thousand pieces.

"again?" she asked. "again! tommy, i have waited for you! i waited for seven fucking years, waiting for you to say you want to try something with me!" she yelled.

"do you not remember! do you not remember the night you got drafted, because i sure as hell do!" she screamed.

"y/n, calm down, you're going to scare grace-"

oh that sent her.

"grace! you think i give two fucks about grace! the one who deceived you, lied to you, manipulated you, and now comes running back!" she screamed even louder.

"i love her!" he yelled.

"you love her! you love her! than what about me!" y/n yelled, tears starting to flow. "what about every day and night i prayed for you during the war! what about every time i invited you to my house for supper! i have waited and waited for you to say that you love me and you just don't!"

tommy was silent.

"i have loved you throughout everything. i was always kind to you. i was good." she continued.

"i'm a bad man, y/n, we know this." he said.

"and i love you even though you're a bad man! you believed every one of her lies of all of my truths. and i still loved you! you kicked me out everytime i brought it up! and guess what? i still loved you."

tommy looked at her.

"who was there by your side when you were scared and alone? who was there every night when you got back from the war and had terrible nightmares? who was there taking care of finn while you were off at war, because i don't think it was fucking grace!"

"i'm sorry." he said.

"no you're not because if you were, you wouldn't have done this in the first place!" she screamed through tears.

"who was there thomas!" that was the first time she had said his full name. "i'm done. don't fucking call me, don't show up to my office, don't come near me. i'm done playing your dark and twisted games just for you to switch the rules so someone else wins. i'm done dealing with a different you every fucking night. i'm done."

thomas looked at her.

"who's it going to be?" y/n asked.

"so well." he responded.

y/n smiled and turned around to leave, but before she left, she said he final words to thomas.

"i'm never going to aid you again. whether it be in life or death."

that was the last conversation between y/n and thomas.

.....................................................

Birmingham, 1924

"just have some soup and rest up, and you'll feel a lot better." y/n advised her last patient of the day.

work had become more of a thing for y/n after word of her spread all across birmingham, she was getting patients from everywhere. and for right reasons, she was a damn good doctor.

she walked them outside before sitting in the waiting room with her receptionist.

"thank you edward, you're free to leave." she said, smiling.

"see you tomorrow doctor." edward smiled as he exited.

y/n was left to close her office. she began putting files away and cleaning equiptment. the doors and windows were locked. the stationary was put away.

suddenly, she heard a loud knock on her door. she turned around to see a face she thought she'd never see again. she stared into his bright blue eyes for a moment, before realizing he was actually here, and that it was just a figment of her imagination.

y/n opened the small window on the door. she looked down to see him carrying grace. she had been very clearly shot.

"she might have a chance, please y/n."

"you chose her over me." y/n said, looking into his piercing blue eyes.

he froze.

"and i told you that very night, i would never aid you again, whether it be life or death." she reminded, shutting the window door.

he banged on the door, pleading. she shot him one last look before shutting the blinds, turning the lights off, and leaving out the back.

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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Storm brothers fighting over reader- like maybe they’re all having dinner at the sky temple and Fujin tells reader to try some of the food he made and then he leans over and feeds her- making Raiden jealous ((this is obviously our big boy lord Raiden)) and then later maybe while reader is doing some chores Raiden ((coincidentally)) appears and is like “oh- I will help you” and it’s just a constant on going battle between the two till maybe Kung Lao or liu kang are getting sick of it and like “why not just share her or something”

brewing a storm

a/n: oh brother

pairing: lord raiden x afab!reader x lord fujin

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, creampies, blow jobs, praise kink, slight degradation kink, size kink

Fujin passes you a dumpling, feeding it to you directly from his chopsticks, and you hum in delight at the taste

he can feel the stare from his brother boring holes into the side of his head, but he ignores it as you pick up a spring roll with your fingers and hold it out for him to eat

he crunches into it and eats it happily, and his lips brush against your fingers, sending his heart soaring into the skies

he can feel Raiden glaring at him, possibly with the intent of murder or sending a storm into his room while he sleeps

Kung Lao and Liu Kang across the table stare with unamused expressions at the silent competition with the two brothers and give each other a look

they try to finish dinner but start to hear the winds outside the temple howl and thunder rumble, and they start clearing away the plates and steering the brothers away from each other to avoid a natural disaster

the next day while training, Kung Lao and Liu Kang spar against each other, and you’re off to the side correcting their stances and pointing out their mistakes

you cross your arms as they attempt the same move again incorrectly, and you call Raiden over so that you can demonstrate it properly

you place your arms around Raiden, moving him as you like, but all he can focus on is the way your hands are on him

you flip him on his stomach and keep your knee on his back and ask for Kung Lao and Liu Kang to try again, doing it how you demonstrated

Fujin frowns at the scene and turns away to go and practice his skills outside, and the breeze in the room suddenly grows a little chillier

every day, you seem to remain oblivious to their advances, mind only focused on training Liu Kang and Kung Lao to their best for the upcoming tournament

it’s driving them up the fucking wall how the two gods spat at each other and how their jabs at each other grow more and more petty

one day, you’re not in the training room but in the medicine room crushing up a salve to apply to Kung Lao’s burns after he got a bit too cocky while dodging Liu Kang’s fireballs

Kung Lao sits on the edge of the training ring waiting for you to return, and Liu Kang practices his moves in the middle of the training ring

but he stops when he sees Fujin pointing an accusatory finger at Raiden, and the elder god furrows his brows in anger

they hear name carried over by the wind, and they both roll their eyes

as their disagreement goes louder, Kung Lao decides he’s had enough and yells over the wind and thunder that what if they just shared you

the gray storm up above disperses back into docile white clouds, and the wind settles down back to a soft breeze as they turn and stare at Kung Lao

Liu Kang crosses his arms and agrees but holds his tongue about how annoyed they both are after seeing the both of them pine for you for years now

you walk back and immediately beeline to Kung Lao, unaware of the change of tension in the air and berate the Shaolin for not watching his weak spot and getting burned on his leg

the monk just smiles and says it’s brought him and the others some enlightenment

you scoff and retort but wrap his leg up nicely in bandages and tell him to rest for the rest of the day

you’re giving him a speech about how in battle you should never let your guard down against threats, to always have your weaknesses covered, and you continue to berate the two even as Raiden and Fujin come up behind you silently

Kung Lao and Liu Kang raise an eyebrow at you as the two gods stand directly behind you, and you tell them to pay attention and no, your bases are all covered and that Raiden and Fujin aren’t a threat to your weaknesses

Fujin prematurely stops your speech and tells you to let them off easy, that they don’t nearly have as much experience as you

you sigh and send them away, but they both hear Raiden and Fujin asking to talk to you in private and they snicker at each other

hopefully, this will finally put a stop to all the bickering

you cross your arms at Raiden and Fujin as you wait for them to come up with their words

it’s Fujin who goes first, telling you that they both love you, that you are like the stars in the sky, the moon in the night, the sun that lights the earth

he waxes poetry about you and your battle prowess and beauty, and you feel a bit taken aback and a little flustered at his confession

Raiden waits for his brother to finish, and he tells you in all of the eons as a god that none have made him feel like you

he would’ve spent his whole life keeping himself away from humans and their relationships, but he cannot resist you

you look between the two of them, and you say slowly and carefully that you like them back but that since they were both gods, you weren’t sure they liked you back

you say you’ve been so focused on winning the upcoming tournament that you had probably missed the signs and that well, you should’ve paid more attention because not caring for the details can lead to terrible battle situations

before you can go off and rattle off battle topics and strategies, Fujin reaches forward and kisses you gently, cupping the back of your neck

he brings you close to him and presses his chest into yours, and he groans at the feeling of your hands grabbing onto his shoulders

he presses his tongue against your lips, needing to taste you better, but he pulls away to whisk you away to his bedroom first

Raiden frowns at the fact that Fujin had made the first move rather than him, but he waves off his younger brother and goes off to check on his students

Fujin brings you to his room and presses you into the bed and paws at your clothes, desperate to see you out of uniform

you chuckle at his eagerness, but you’re not much better with how quickly you strip off your clothes

Fujin’s hands trail over your body, tracing the scars and bumps you’ve accumulated over the years from battling and training

he kisses every one of them on your body, kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking at your chest, nuzzling into your stomach before reaching your legs

he takes his time tracing the marks all over you before finally reaching your wet cunt

you’re breathless by the time he settles himself down on the sheets between your legs, and you grow impatient for him to please you

you grab onto his hair and push his face into your pussy, and he groans in pleasure before putting his tongue to use

he leaves long flat strokes on your clit before sucking on it, and you tell him he’s doing so good, that he’s making you feel so good

he whines into you, and he moves his face lower to fuck you on his tongue

his nose grinds into your clit, and you moan when his hands grip onto you tighter as he tries to bury himself in between your legs

you taste better than anything he’s ever had, and your soft moans fill his chest with warmth and pride

he wants to hear you keep praising him, telling him that he’s doing well, and he doubles down on his efforts when he feels your legs twitch around his head as you grow close

your grip on his hair grows tighter, and you close your eyes as you cum on Fujin’s tongue, groaning out his name

you tug at his hair for him to come up, and he looks dazed

you tell him to come here and kiss you, and he crawls back up and does so happily, grinding his cock into your pussy and moaning into your mouth

he begs you, asking you if he can please please please feel you completely, and you nod, pulling his lips into yours as he slides into you

his thrusts are slow and long, and he fills you perfectly, the tip of his cock brushing up against your sweet spot while his cock stretches you out

your legs wrap around him, trying to bring him in even deeper, and Fujin moans into your mouth as he continues to kiss you

your nails dig into his back as fucks you on his cock, and his hips rub against your clit perfectly

his moans grow whiny and needy as he brings you both to a lazy orgasm, and tears brim in his eyes as he cums inside of you

you moan as you cum, and he lays on top of you when you’ve finished riding out the high, continuing to pepper your face and neck with kisses as his cock softens inside you

you pet his hair, and slowly fall asleep with him inside of you

the next day, you help him clean up and bring him to the dining room where you make sure he drinks water and eats something to preserve his energy

you tell him that even if he is a god, he should still take care of his body like any other mortal, and he smiles at your insistence

the two of you go about the rest of the day normally, checking on Kung Lao’s burn and deciding he’s fit to continue his training, and him and Liu Kang spar nice and easy

you watch them both, taking mental notes on what they both could be doing better and what they could try, when you feel Raiden put a hand on your shoulder

you greet him and turn your attention back to the students, but he leans down and places a kiss on the back of your neck, bringing you out of your concentration

Raiden tells you that Fujin can watch them for the rest of the day, but that he needs you right now

the both of you disappear in a show of lightning, and immediately, Raiden brings you up into his arms and kisses you deeply

you moan into his kiss and grip onto his clothing as he presses his tongue against yours

you break away from the kiss, shooting him a wink before sinking down to your knees and pulling down Raiden’s pants

he watches with wide eyes as you take out his cock and pump him to full hardness

you tease him first, licking from base to tip and placing little kisses along the shaft, but you don’t take him into your mouth and avoid the tip

Raiden grows impatient with the teasing wet kisses you place along his dick, and he grabs onto your hair and pulls you back and tells you to open your mouth

you do so obediently, and he places the tip of his cock in your mouth

you suck on it, pressing your tongue into the slit, and he groans and slowly starts to fuck your face, watching as more and more of his cock disappears into your mouth

your hands clutch onto Raiden’s hips as the tip hits the back of your throat, and you concentrate on breathing through your nose as to not gag

he tells you that you’re doing so well, that you’re so beautiful like this on your knees, and he starts thrusting his hips into your throat, groaning at the sight of his dick bulging in your throat

tears drip down the side of your face as you let Raiden fuck your face, and you press your tongue into the underside of his cock

Raiden wishes he could have this sight forever, you on your knees, tears running down your face while spit hangs off your chin

you rub your thighs together, trying to ease some of the tension on your clit, and Raiden pulls you off his cock

a string of spit connects your mouth to his dick, and he grunts at the sight

he brings you over to the bed, laying down and placing you on top of him, and he moves your hips for you, grinding your cunt into his cock

you whine and ask for more, that you need him to fuck you, and who is he to deny that sweet pleasure

he lifts you up and aligns your cock with your pussy and slowly brings you down

you groan at the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of you, and Raiden can only watch the outline of his cock in your stomach

he holds onto your hips, reaching a thumb down to rub your clit back and forth, as he start bouncing you up and down on him

you whine, throwing your head back as he moves you on his cock like a toy

he tells you that you’re taking him so well, taking his cock like a good whore, and you whine and hold onto his forearms, nails digging into the muscle

he fucks up into you, the sound of wet slaps filling the room, and it’s not too long before you feel yourself tipping over the edge

your pussy clenches down on his cock as he grunts and plants your hips firmly on his own and cums deep inside of you

he keeps you on his cock for a few minutes, letting the both of your breaths even out and eyes grow tired and heavy

he pulls you off of him and pulls you into his plush chest

you hold onto him as you fall asleep, and Raiden can’t help but fall asleep with your warm weight on top

the next few weeks for Liu Kang and Kung Lao are considerably less insufferable, and the both of them smirk at each other when they spot the hickeys on your neck

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nariism · 9 months

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my brother's best friend

pair. miya osamu x gn!reader

content: fluff, attempts at humour, miya atsumu is a little shit, first loves, mutual pining

synopsis. miya osamu takes pride in the fact that he’s the smarter of the twins. he, in fact, is not (especially when it comes to you).

wc. 3.1k

a/n: om nom nom nom nom brother's best friend trope nom nom nom... ok i have to come clean about this fic i literally wrote the first draft for this in 2021 on WATTPAD and it's been sitting dormant forever up until recently. enjoy 🫶

‎oh my god, how did i end up here?

it’s the only thought repeating over and over again in osamu’s head as he sits there staring at you. you’re too preoccupied with the menu in your hands to notice his unwavering gaze, scanning through it and muttering to yourself indecisively about what to order.

of course, the question of how he ended up here on a date with you could be summarized in one simple sentence:

miya atsumu is the world’s biggest idiot.

if kita or aran were here they would surely be poking fun at him right now, lecturing him about how his dna is a perfect carbon copy of atsumu’s. and while they would be right, osamu is convinced his brother has at least 70% less brain cell capacity.

the thought makes him feel a little smug. (he’s in the class under atsumu.)

you were friends. at least as far as how often you saw each other, he considered you good friends. maybe. not that he knew all that much about you other than the fact that you were constantly... around. if he didn’t know that atsumu was the biggest knucklehead on planet earth, he would have assumed you were dating. but he knew his brother was too invested in volleyball to be seeing anyone seriously, and you didn’t didn’t seem like the type to mess around with guys like him anyways.

you were way too level-headed for that despite the raunchy, head-turning jokes you liked to tell, which honestly might be the reason why atsumu keeps you around.

whenever you came to their house, you would stick to lounging in atsumu’s room or the living room. you typically avoided disturbing osamu and the rest of their family — not like they minded having you around. no, in fact, their mother had a strange soft spot for you. you were quiet and well mannered, until it was just the three of you and suddenly an onslaught of fierce attacks on poor atsumu would commence.

for the majority of your friendship, you have stayed out of his way and he stays out of yours. you only talk to each other when deemed necessary, like when walking home from school or when you shyly greet him at the door because atsumu is on the toilet. he does, however, rejoice in the fact that there is another person on the atsumu hate train, and appreciates that you’re at least colourful with your insults. it’s impressive, really.

(he would never admit it. never. never ever. but it warms his heart a little that there’s someone out there just like him, expressing their love for miya atsumu in less conventional ways.)

you were quick witted and funny. a free source of entertainment when he would grow bored of his brother’s shenanigans. and it was a two way street, because when you needed a break from atsumu, osamu was always right there.

you were noticeably gentler with the younger of the miya twins: asking him how school was, and if he needed help with his chemistry homework, and what he had for lunch. menial little things, but sometimes he found himself thinking that it was the highlight of his day.

otherwise, your presence in his life is, as osamu considers it, indifferent.

sure, he likes to look at you. and sometimes, maybe, he wishes you and atsumu would invite him around more often. it also doesn’t help his heart when you’re so nice to him, like when you’re all having dinner together and you pretend you don’t want the last dumpling on your plate and shovel it onto his. he likes that. or when you invite yourself into their freezer for ice cream, you always make sure to grab an extra one for him. there have been multiple occasions in which you’ve wordlessly slid him your notes to copy, too.

you were good at that; knowing what others wanted and being more selfless than the average person. you’re a people pleaser, and though he and atsumu used to make fun of your type when they were kids, your charm is undeniable.

unfortunately, actually making any sort of move on you is out of the question. not only would it potentially complicate things between you and him, it would also risk putting a strain on your friendship with atsumu. making his brother’s life a living hell is what miya osamu was born into this world to do, but for some reason his stomach turns at the thought of ruining your friendship.

you were just atsumu’s cute best friend. nothing less, nothing more. and he would very much like to beat the “i fell in love with my brother’s best friend” allegations, thank you.

he realizes he’s still looking at you intently with his arms crossed over his chest. he watches as your nose scrunches a little in thought, trying to decide between their two best sellers. he sighs in relief when you get up to order for yourself, tucking a stray hair under his cap before going back to sulking with his thoughts.

atsumu had a lot of bad ideas. so many that if they sat down and listed them all out they might be there for a couple days. but this? this is his worst one yet. and how osamu managed to get roped (bribed) into this, he will never know. but here he is, and here you are, and here atsumu is not.

he really should get better at saying no to atsumu.

(“c’mon, ‘samu! please? for me?!”

“what the hell? no. that’s a shitty thing to do. just tell them ya can’t go.”

“but it’s their birthday! they were lookin’ forward to this. they’ll hate me forever if i bailed!”

“and? why would i help you? ‘specially with somethin’ so stupid. it’s your fault you didn’t plan better.”

“don’t be like that, y’know it was a last minute thing!”

a beat of silence.

“pretty please? it’s their birthday… you guys are friends too, right?”

osamu can’t believe he’s entertaining this stupid idea for even a second. you’re not an idiot. you’d know it’s him with a single glance.

“this is an all time low, even for you. they’ll notice it’s me right away. are ya crazy, ‘tsumu? hit your head or somethin’?”

“it’s just this one time! i’ll never ask ya for anythin’ ever again. never ever ever ever, i swear it.”

“...’tsumu…”

“don’t sound so tired with me! do this for your big brother. have i mentioned it’s their birthday?”

big brother? osamu scoffs loudly.

“you actually mentioned it three times. and yer only a couple minutes older than me. but... fine.”

“don’t be such a jacka- wait, what?”

“i said fine. but you owe me lunch for the next two weeks.”

“deal!”

“... are ya sure they won’t know it’s me? i mean, i really think you should reconsider-”

“oh shut up, ‘samu, we’re identical!”

“just know that i won’t hesitate to throw ya under the bus if shit hits the fan.”)

what a terrible plan. pretending to be atsumu was proving to be harder than he initially anticipated. he would have thought that spending every agonizing, waking, living hour with his brother would have trained him well enough, but atsumu is so no-chill that it’s somehow making this already horrible idea even worse with every passing second.

surprisingly, you haven’t said anything. you haven’t acknowledged the massive elephant in the room. this could only mean one of three things:

1. you’ve noticed, but you’re desperately trying to spare atsumu’s feelings and osamu’s embarrassment by not bringing it up.

2. you’re dumber than he thought. dumber than a rock, actually, if you didn’t take one look at osamu and know it was him.

3. you are a cruel, wicked, evil, deranged human being who finds osamu’s situation entirely hilarious and wants this to go on for as long as possible.

judging by your casual banter, he’s willing to bet it’s either option one or two. you’re twirling a lanyard around your finger when you finally return with your drink of choice in tow. next destination: the local aquarium. atsumu put a surprising amount of effort into planning the day.

it’s a shame he hadn’t accounted for planning himself into it.

‎he shouldn’t have agreed to come here.

spending time alone with you like this was bound to stir up feelings he’d long ago buried in the hollows of his heart. of the miya twins, osamu was always better at keeping his emotions under wraps. there were rare occasions in which he lost his cool, in which he was actually somehow worse than atsumu, but in general he was as level-headed as you were.

you’re ruining him and his plans to never acknowledge his feelings for you.

it’s unfair, really, how his heart seemingly gets lodged in his throat when you cling to his arm so tightly, laughing and pointing out all the funny-looking fish. and when you point at something called a vampire squid, raving about how long it took you to find one in animal crossing, he nearly crumbles to his knees and puts his head in his hands.

(in other words, he’s totally whipped. he’s not beating those allegations.)

osamu thought he could get used to looking at anyone’s face. he always found people boring — he grew up being the other half of his brother, after all. the miya twins are many things, but boring is not one of them, and to entertain them you have to be someone with a special brand of humour.

but now, as he looks at you with the soft blue glow from the tank shining against your face, he can’t help the thought that crosses his mind:

i could never get tired of this.

“... hailing from the depths of tropical and subtropical waters, the vampire squid feeds on marine snow.”

he blinks back into reality, eyes drifting from you to the sea creature you’re admiring, then back to you. “marine snow? sounds gross.”

“it’s the debris that falls to the lower levels of the ocean. lots of deep sea creatures feed that way since it saves them the energy of needing to go hunt.”

osamu seems skeptical. “they really just eat anythin’ like that?”

your head turns to look at him. there’s a little smile playing on your face, like you seem amused by what he just said. “sounds like someone i know.”

he makes a strange expression in response. were you talking about him? did you often bring him up when you were alone with atsumu? the soft and fond look in your eyes doesn’t help his racing heart. the idea that you and atsumu talk about him in private so sweetly makes his face burn slightly in embarrassment.

he shakes his head to get the thought out of his brain before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

your arm finds his again, locking together. it’s an oddly intimate action, even if you think he really is atsumu. he doesn’t know you to be the most touchy person on earth, though he supposes he can’t see what you’re like behind the closed doors of his brother’s bedroom. his blood boils for some reason.

you stop at the next tank, the one situated in the centre of the room filled high with kelp and schools of tiny fish. you’re looking at them with wide eyes, light shimmering in them. he could cry right now. you look like an angel bathed in the shadows of dancing fish as your gaze carefully follows a school circling around the top of the aquarium.

there’s a feeling swimming inside of him, unfamiliar and oh so dreadful. he can feel it in raging in every part of him — in his heart, in the fiery pits of his stomach, in his throat — and he knows exactly which word comes to mind.

miya osamu may be in the lowest class in his year, and he might share a single brain cell with his brother, but he’s read enough books to describe this feeling. he’s listened to enough love songs to know this ache in him.

if you asked him ten years from now, he’d tell you exactly the same thing as he would right now; that your first love is always petrifying.

“pretty, aren’t they?”

“yeah. real pretty.”

but he hasn’t looked at them even once. how could he when there’s a living, breathing angel standing next to him?

‎osamu delivers you to your doorstep that night.

it feels like a dream, the whole day and having the privilege of holding your hand and feeling your body against his.

maybe it was just the greedy monster in him speaking. the laws of the universe dictate that if it’s you and osamu, atsumu needs to be there, too. the miya twins have always come in a package. a duo. there is no just atsumu or just osamu, at least there wasn’t until you came along.

suddenly it was you and atsumu. it was atsumu and osamu, and you. but there was never just you and osamu. it didn’t work that way.

well, screw the universe and its laws. osamu never believed in that astrology shit anyways.

he’s fully prepared to keep this day an untarnished memory — something to cherish when life goes back to normal and he’s unable to stand shoulder to shoulder like this with you again.

when you lean in to kiss him, there is only one thought repeating in his mind like a mantra:

it’s just once. just one day. one last perfect memory.

you’re so close that he can feel your breath filling his lungs. his heart hammers where it rests in his chest, so loud that he can hear it thundering in his ears. it’s then that he realizes this is wrong. all of it is wrong.

he recoils back with lightning speed, and his heart aches at the sight of your disappointed and puzzled expression. but it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to atsumu either.

he cares about both of you too much to be selfish right now.

how could he possibly risk hurting two of the people he cared most about in the world? he couldn’t be that self-centred, to be able to steal a kiss from you just to keep his memories of this day perfect.

perfect doesn’t exist if none of it is real.

“i’m not… i’m not who you think i am.”

he slides the hat off his head with shame burning in his cheeks, avoiding your eyes like a child who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. it was time for him to be honest, both with you and himself.

“look, yer really cool. and i– crap, it’s complicated, ‘kay? i might like you. like– like you, like you. i wasn’t thinkin’ straight. 'm really sorry, i know it was wrong to string you along, i was just havin’ so much fun today that–”

his mouth suddenly comes to a halt as you reach forward and capture his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them together so he’ll stop rambling.

you look at him with a confused but amused smile. “um, ‘samu? i like you, too.”

“what?” he sputters out as much as he can with his face still held in place. his brows furrow, but all rational thoughts have stopped flowing in his mind. he’s staring at you like a flabbergasted idiot, so you continue.

“why else would i agree to go on a date with you on my birthday?”

“but– i– huh?”

your head tilts. “this was a date, wasn’t it?”

it dawns on him then. it had never occurred to osamu that there was another explanation for your strange lack of acknowledgment that he is painfully easy to see through:

4. you like him and simply thought this was a date. you like him as much as he likes you, which is a stupid amount. after all, he likes you enough to go through with an infinite number of atsumu’s terrible ideas just to make you happy.

of course you weren’t that dense. of course he was found out the second you laid eyes on him. of course he had misread the entire situation because he was blinded by his brother’s boisterous claims that they were indistinguishable.

“this is ridiculous. i can’t believe you–… atsumu somehow always pulls through even when he doesn’t mean to.”

“what do you mean?”

“whadd’ya mean, what do i mean?”

“about atsumu?”

“oh, he was freakin’ out about missin’ today and wanted me to go through this whole thing pretendin' i’m him so ya wouldn’t be mad at him.”

“but he already told me he couldn’t make it today? you really didn’t have to do… all this,” you gesture to his whole body with a flick of your wrist.

at your words osamu finally crumbles to his knees in pure agony. he looks up to the sky, to whatever god has forsaken him by making atsumu his other half, and sighs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. he can just imagine the shit-eating grin his brother has right now.

“i’m…” he pauses, carefully selecting his next words, “going to smother him with a pillow.”

you blink at him for a moment before all the pieces fall into place.

all the times you’d gushed to atsumu about your massive crush on his twin and the way he’d complain to no end about neither of you making a move, forcing him to watch on with mild disgust as his best friend and brother made goo goo eyes at each other. all the times he would “forget” his shoes at the gym and need to run back to grab them, pushing you into small talk with osamu. all the times he would suffer through your teasing just to see the two of you walking side-by-side sharing proud little smiles.

atsumu’s resume looks something like this: world’s biggest idiot, volleyball player, third-wheel, and tired wingman.

you’ll have to thank him later.

“no wonder you’ve been acting so weird all day! i thought you were just one of those guys who gets nervous on first dates!” accompanied by this statement is a laugh that makes osamu weak.

he grumbles. “what’s so funny?”

“say what you want, but you’re as dumb as ‘tsumu.”

“no… please… don’t compare me to that nitwit… i might have a heart attack at this rate.”

you snicker quietly as you help osamu back onto his feet, eyes shimmering with joy as you let his confession sink in.

“you’re right, he is an idiot.”

“dumbass.”

“moron.”

“he’s gonna hate us even more from now on,” osamu smiles uncontrollably, inching closer to you again.

“yeah?” your lips brush against his daringly, “i can live with that.”

EXTRA:

🏷️ @hyomagiri (im dead like actually dead)

#— whispers in the wind ✧#he's so stupid i wanna kiss him so bad #haikyuu #haikyu #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #osamu miya #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x reader

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katentines · 3 months

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random donatello headcanons!

he's awkward in nature, but that doesn't stop donatello from calling you fascinating. the touch of your fingertips tracing the creases of his hands as he rambles on about your differences and familiarities. embarrassed, donatello stops his mumblings if he realizes what he's saying.

when donatello has feelings for someone, he might just be...softer, partially because he's confused about what he's feeling. he doesn't really want to feel it either. he might isolate himself more so it goes away. it however, doesn't.

two words. parallel play. sitting together in the same room doing your own tasks. donatello at his desk as you do your own enjoyments beside him. some days it's a comfortable silence, other times you'll ramble, he likes to hear idle chatter. he might not know what you're talking about, but he loves the noise.

donatello likes the way your heart beats against your chest. it’s never the same every time he lays his head on your chest, but there’s the same sense of relief he gets from it.

donatello gets easily irritated/overstimulated by strong, bad smells. even with the ones he doesn’t actively dislike, he’s very picky with the scents he does like. however, one particular night while you were looking over his shoulder, he caught a grasp of your scent. whether you prefer the flowery kisses of roses and fresh cut daisies, or the earthy tone of left over raindrops on blades of grass. he found that it was a... pleasant surprise.

future!donatello smells like cigarettes and metal rust—but in the smoke and sterile way. he'd try to cover it with eucalyptus. when he stresses out, he turns to cigarettes. he tends to wallow in his own sleepless pity.

yandere!donatello who's mind had gone blank. his heart pounding within the bony confines of his chest, unable to move as your laugh replayed in his head multiple times. and what a scary feeling, terrifying to experience something so.. conflicting. his heart aches, but it feels good. he wants—no needs to know why?

yandere!donatello likes to experiment on you. mentally, physically. you're so fascinating. your biology is different. desires are different. needs are different. there are many ways to make someone delirious, and he intends to explore each and every one.

donatello listens to weird al yankovic because i said so.

donatello likes someone who will understand his boundaries. he likes someone who listens. he likes it when someone seems interested in him or what he's talking about. donatello likes someone who will be quiet with him.

i can definitely see donatello as a gray ace. (i mean he's purple he's literally asexual core/hj) i do project a bit of myself onto him in having anxieties about other people and myself that's stopping me from getting in relationships. "i'm busy. i have other things to do. i don't need to worry about it." and while true, that doesn't mean it's not nice. it's him using his hobbies and work as an excuse to not be with people even though, deep down, i think he wants it.

donatello says he prefers his coffee black, but he enjoys it with creamer. french vanilla baby! something to keep in mind for the early mornings, the quiet yet comfortable silence of the fresh day as you press the palm of your hand on his shoulder or between his shoulder blades for a second as you set down a coffee you made for him. it's a small gesture, but it's domestic. it's sweet, he appreciates it.

donatello really loves the little things because it feels mundane and human to him.

donatello prefers black teas. april introduced him to a strong one with cane sugar and mint once. but he also likes pure green tea, lemon with ginger, and a special rose-strawberry tea on the occasion. but it has to be a subtle taste, not to sweet, spicy or heavy.

donatello likes all sorts of dumplings and is not a fan of overly sweet food + most desserts.

donatello would be willing to watch greys anatomy with you because he's a bitch and likes to point out inaccuracies which is hilarious coming from some bitch who doesn't have a medical license. however he does have respects for dr. gregory house, so he's decent enough when watching house.

donatello's favorite body part of yours? "whichever parts are the farthest away from me, thank you." your hands. your palms which press against his plastron, your fingertips that send shudders down his spine when you trace over his shell. every crevice, every knuckle, every detail. need i say more?

donatello likes subtle pda, not anything over the top but stolen kisses here and there and holding hands is perfect. and if his twin is being extra ballsy, he'd probably give you something of his (like his purple hoodie) and be a little, just a smidge more clingy then usual. maybe give him some knuckle kisses, i think he'd like that.

donatello with a bimbo lover. (or himbro/thembro whatever floats yo boat) he is twofold: he'd be peeved at someone not understanding basic things, but he'd also be inclined to tell you things. he loves to teach you new things, he'd be offended if you asked anyone else about something you don't understand.

#giggling and twirling my hair. i just love projecting my autistic tendencies on donnie<3 #rise!donnie #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello x reader #donatello headcanons #donatello hamato x reader

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nyoomerr · 5 months

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Incoming prompt, if you don't already have enough! Bingqiu or Bingyuan, either is fine. Binghe is in the kitchen, cooking. Sy (or Sy!Sqq) comes up and maybe hugs him from behind while Binghe is forming dumplings or whatever and, for the very first time, jokingly calls him wife. At least he tries to make it sound like he's joking, but it comes across yearning, entirely too serious. Binghe, too, doesn't laugh. It's a bit too close to what he desperately wants to be, it hits way too close to his heart. So theyre both just standing there, silent, testing out the feel of it and being aware that the other one is just as affected.

The feeling of that scene could be tender and a bit fragile and silently intimate, full of unspoken feelings?

But yeah, feel free to disregard that if you don't want to write it or change it as you see fit^^ Have a nice day<3

zar u know i'll always write goodies for u if u ask 😘😘

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It - it really had been a joke, Shen Yuan swears! He’d only wanted to poke fun of Luo Binghe a bit, this great and fearsome demonic emperor who’d crossed entire worlds just to stand in Shen Yuan’s dingy kitchen and make dumplings.

Luo Binghe was even wearing that stupid frilly pink apron he’d found shoved in one of Shen Yuan’s drawers - a gag gift that Shen Yuan hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to actually give to Luo Binghe, but that Luo Binghe himself seemed quite pleased with as soon as he’d learned it was, indeed, for him. Dressed up like that, diligently working on dinner hours in advance, wasn’t that basically asking for Shen Yuan to come play with him a bit??

So Shen Yuan had only wanted to have a bit of fun, nothing serious!! Nothing serious, okay?!!

…But ah, why was it that when Shen Yuan came up behind Luo Binghe, tugging playfully at the frills of his apron and then dancing his fingers up further to tug at his hair, too -

“What are you, ah, my wife?”

- why was it that his words didn’t sound nearly playful enough for what he was asking?!!

Luo Binghe’s fingers stutter around the dumpling he’d been folding, making it come out a bit lopsided and misshapen. He clears his throat, delicately setting the dumpling down. Shen Yuan still has his hand in Luo Binghe’s hair.

“...Could I?” Luo Binghe asks, a bit too quiet.

“Um!” Shen Yuan says, quickly dropping his hand from Luo Binghe’s hair. “Um! …Sorry, could you… what, exactly?”

Surely, Luo Binghe didn’t mean - that is, he was probably just asking for permission to menace Shen Yuan a bit in exchange for having been poked fun of, right? Hahahahaha -

Luo Binghe turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Shen Yuan. The angle makes it look like he’s looking out from under his lashes, and the heat of the kitchen seems to have painted his cheeks pink even though the oven isn’t on right now.

“Could I be your wife?” Luo Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan very suddenly feels like all the breath has been punched right out of his lungs. “You - you’d let me marry you?”

Shen Yuan spends several long moments with his mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. That - no way, right??

“I think,” Shen Yuan wheezes, “I think I misheard you?”

Luo Binghe turns around fully to face Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan manages to have one single coherent thought about the way this position - Shen Yuan pressed in close to Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe trapped between him and the counter - really feels like the setup for a bad porno.

“Could I marry you?” Luo Binghe asks again, and - wow! Wow, Luo Binghe’s face is - um! Wow!

“No?” Shen Yuan says, though it sounds strangled and not at all like a firm answer.

“Oh,” Luo Binghe says, and suddenly the expression he’d been wearing before - his eyes blown wide and cheeks pink and his mouth parted just slightly with what could only be apprehension and hope and a thrill - suddenly Luo Binghe looks much, much less happy.

“It’s against the law!” Shen Yuan rushes to clarify, his hands flying up to hover uselessly over Luo Binghe’s cheeks. He wants to - ah, he wants to - to help?? He wants to make that face go back to what it looked like before, ah! “It’s - in this world, um, that is - you couldn’t marry me. Because it’s, uh, against the law.”

Luo Binghe tilts his head, considering. “Marriage?”

“Not all, just - between two. Uh, two men. Or two women. Or - uh, yeah, just the gay ones. Are illegal.”

Luo Binghe draws his bottom lip in, just slightly, chewing on it. Shen Yuan wants to chew on it too. Fuck.

“I could say I’m a girl?” Luo Binghe offers, and Shen Yuan -

Shen Yuan very quickly turns around so he doesn’t have to look at Luo Binghe as he rallies himself. Focus, focus, do NOT think about that -!

“That would be worse,” he manages to get out, embarrassingly breathless. “I mean - uh, they wouldn’t believe you. You’d just end up harassed.”

Luo Binghe hooks his head over Shen Yuan’s shoulder, nosing into his cheek. Shen Yuan shivers, even though he is suddenly several degrees warmer than he’d been seconds ago.

“But if it was allowed,” Luo Binghe says, his breath fanning over Shen Yuan’s cheek, “I could marry you? I could be your wife?”

Shen Yuan’s knees buckle. Luo Binghe, ever attentive, catches him around his waist before he can really fall, and pulls him in even closer. The line of their bodies pressed together - Shen Yuan’s thighs, his hips, the whole length of his back - feels unbearably warm.

Marriage feels - that’s a lot. Of everything. A lot of Luo Binghe - Luo Binghe would want to spend his whole life with Shen Yuan - a lot of - well, marriage seems quite a bit more gay than just roommates who share a bed and all their meals and sometimes get each other off.

“Please?” Luo Binghe asks, and - fuck!!

“Yes!” Shen Yuan says, as if the answer has been punched right out of him. “Yes, yes, of course - I mean, if you’d really want - I mean, we can’t, but -”

Luo Binghe presses a wet kiss on Shen Yuan’s cheek, humming happily. Shen Yuan’s jaw snaps closed with an audible click.

“Okay,” Luo Binghe says, pulling away from Shen Yuan. He doesn’t take his hands off Shen Yuan just yet, which Shen Yuan is grateful for - he isn’t quite sure he’d be able to stand on his own, right now.

“Okay,” Shen Yuan repeats, far more breathlessly than Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe hums again, clearly amused, and then uses his grip on Shen Yuan to lift him and place him on an empty, mostly clean of flour section of the kitchen counter.

“Sit here,” Luo Binghe says, patting Shen Yuan’s knee. “Your wife is going to go get Xin Mo from the closet, and then we will go visit my world for a bit.”

“For - for how long?” Shen Yuan splutters, off balance from the seemingly non-sequitur and not at all from Luo Binghe calling himself ‘wife.’

“For about as long as it takes to get married,” Luo Binghe answers, grinning wide, and -

Ah. Fuck. I’ve been played, Shen Yuan despairs, and then has to slap his hands over his face so he can pretend he doesn’t have a grin just as big and stupid on his own face.

#phew phew managed to keep this one at about 1k that seems like a reasonable drabble amount #anyway hope you enjoy zar!!!#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #bingyuan #fic drabble

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epigstolary · 5 months

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The Middle of Nowhere, Part Two

I once said that my feeder didn’t have to do anything to keep me on his farm. That I was building my own prison there, bite by bite. And that’s still true — but only partly true. The farm may be a long way away from anything — town, other people, even the road that’s our only real connection to society — and it may as well be a desert island for someone too big to drive a car or walk further than the yard, but it isn’t my prison. Because my prison isn’t a place.

Things started to change when it got difficult even to go outside to our porch. I don’t mean they changed with my feeder; he was still as caring and doting as ever. He started bringing me my snacks once I got big enough that just shuffling out the front door took all my energy and attention. I had to watch where I placed every step of my bloated legs, laden with fat that looked like bags of cottage cheese, and hold on to the walls and the railing along the porch to keep my belly and chest fat from sloshing sideways and pulling me over. Even those few steps left me breathless and my heart pounding by the time I got settled on my bench; but it was worth it to have a plate of his biscuits and gravy or chicken and dumplings, under that big sky beyond our little farm, gilded with another sunset. And even when my bench finally gave way after one too many helpings of both, he dusted off his woodworking kit and put it back together, reinforced and better than new.

But by then, we both knew it was only a temporary fix. It wouldn’t be long before there’d be no way I could maneuver myself out there every day, and he could tell how being cooped up inside would drive me crazy after a while. If I was going to do anything other than sit mostly alone on the couch all day, we were going to have to find another way.

His first innovation was to invite people over for dinner — farmhands, friends, folks he knew from town that he could get to come to me even if I couldn’t go to them. And they were good company, in a lot of ways; they’d bring a taste of the outside world with them. They might talk about how the crops were doing, recount some recent anecdote from working out in the fields or going into town, opine on some petty local politics or gossip. And it was nice to hear about something other than what was going on within the confines of our little farm — an outside world that it was increasingly impossible for me to get to. But really, it was hard for the focus not to turn around to me. Nobody was ever rude the first time they met me; but it was rare not to see either a reaction of stifled surprise, or else a glassy look of unseeing, a conscious attempt not to notice the half-ton of fat flowing and bulging out of my ill-fitting clothes.

It didn’t help that, with me never leaving the farm, there weren’t many topics of conversation other than myself and food that our guests could engage with me about. When the conversation didn’t turn to recent meals or my favorite foods, which usually elicited at least warm agreement about the country staples forming much of my diet, it turned to how I spent most of my day. We’d do our usual face-saving song and dance about what I did to take care of the house while my partner was out working in the field — all of it lies, and increasingly transparent lies as my limited ability to even move became more obvious at higher weights — and how I was getting ready to start losing some weight. I’d talk about how I really wanted to get healthier, get out and about more often; and they’d smile and nod, giving tepid approval and encouragement.

The thing is, I really did mean it. I really did want to get down to a size where I could at least walk around outside again, maybe even drive a car into town and go to the little greasy spoon like I used to. It was becoming discouraging to have every step, every reach, every movement blocked or restrained by the fat smothering every inch of my body. But our guests knew full well I didn’t have a prayer of keeping to a diet or an exercise routine. It was even more obvious to those who’d visited before, and who saw me even more bloated, even more out of shape than the last time they were there.

The actual meals certainly made them think that, if they hadn’t before. My partner would serve a spread fit for a dozen people — something like a barbecue buffet, a whole turkey with all the fixings, a tray of lasagna — and I’d end up eating everything that was left after the others had their fill. Long after their places had been cleared away, I’d still be gobbling up the heaping plates my partner would keep bringing me until every scrap of food was gone. Since I couldn’t last very long at the dining table anymore, usually we’d sit around the living room, and they would basically watch me gorge myself — tits and chins wobbling as I’d chew, plate sitting on my enormous belly so my blubbery arms could rest on the sweep of my side rolls while I cut and speared each bite. It was obvious to everyone, I guess even to me, that I was never going to drop a pound if I couldn’t resist completely abandoning myself to food like that. By the end of the meal, I’d be stuffed full, taking up the entire couch and looking enormous, almost too drowsy from overeating to notice the expressions passing between our guests, their looks of amusement or disgust or astonishment at what was apparently a typical dinner for me. Sometimes they’d even whisper about it, thinking I was asleep. I wasn’t.

From the front window of the house, I could watch them drive away, taillights receding toward that distant road where proper civilization began again. Probably recapping the dinner and my obscene size and appetite with horrified amazement. They’d been merely passing through, tourists in my isolated bubble, visiting their friend’s or boss’s blob of a partner out of courtesy but with no real desire to bring me into the fold. They could make things more tolerable, but they’d never be any real help in connecting with the world again.

Then one day, my partner’s beat-up old pickup disappeared, and he pulled into the yard in a gleaming new one, looking unusually excited for him and expectantly at me. I was puzzled — by that point, I was already too big to heave myself up into the cab of any pickup. But then I saw the truck bed — more specifically, the crane and winch rising from the front corner. My stomach did a somersault at the sight of him rigging up a harness meant for lifting cows and pigs into the bed; it was a way to let me get off the farm, sure, but at a pretty steep price in dignity. It was as good as an admission that I’d eaten myself far too fat to rejoin the world like a normal person, probably for good.

But the temptation to be somewhere else, anywhere else, was too much. A day or two later, my partner was helping me waddle out the front door and down the steps toward the driveway. Months indoors had obscured just how much my body had changed in even that short amount of time. My legs had both bloated considerably and weakened since my last walk through the yard, making every step like having to lift heavy bags of molasses just to advance a few inches at a time. My belly hung lower and broader than I remembered, physically holding back my steps and making it harder to twist my upper body to steady my walk. My side rolls and bicep blubber fought one another for space, pushing my arms up and sending fat bunching around my neck and shoulders. I was an out-of-breath mess by the time I maneuvered myself around and collapsed into the harness.

The sensation of my weight being lifted slowly off the ground, suspended and moved by an object completely out of my control, sent a surreal thrill through me. My hundreds of pounds, cradled in the harness, wobbled and jiggled with its slow movements, and for the most part I had no choice but to be carried along with my body’s jostling inertia. Even more than usual, I was buried under my immense belly and tits, my bloated legs were lifted level with the rest of my body, and my flab-laden arms — if they’d even been strong enough to do anything — had nowhere to grasp to help stabilize my sloshing bulk. The crane and winch cracked and creaked as it labored to move my weight, lifted me over the sides and into position facing the tailgate, and lowered me onto some foam padding my partner had arranged into a kind of makeshift couch against the rear window. I didn’t fill the truck bed — but there wasn’t room to sit next to me, either.

I’ve never felt a mixture of emotions like I did on that first drive back into town. On the one hand, it felt so amazingly free — finding myself on that once impossibly-distant road, our farm receding into the distance as fields and hills sped by. Fresh air, and the wind in my hair. But then, as buildings grew closer together and we started rolling into downtown, my blood ran cold — I’m a half-ton blob taking up most of the back of a pickup truck, too fat to walk or move, coming to town like a circus attraction, I thought. People were going to react.

I’m sure a lot of it was in my mind. I’m sure I was self-conscious, reading intent into every glance and word and gesture, most of the time when it wasn’t there. But it felt like every last person in the town had turned out to stare at my huge form being paraded down main street. Me looking out over the expanse of lard occupying the truck bed and smothering my body. Blubber sloshing uncontrollably every time we turned a corner. Kids pointing at the enormous fatty passing by, their shouts being stifled by nervous and disgusted parents. Skinny people casting sideways glances at the pickup, stopped at a stoplight, as they muttered to each other amid broad grins.

And that was when I realized. It didn’t matter where I was — on the farm, in town, on stage with a million people watching. I had let myself get fattened past the point where I could exist in this world and connect with it ever again. Even when I was right in the middle of it, I was as far removed from these people as if I’d still been back on the farm. I’m never going to be walking around with them, shopping with them, just existing in the spaces they exist in. I literally don’t fit in, even if I could haul around all the blubber I’ve accumulated under my own power. And I’m just as alien to them — someone five times their weight, who can’t control their appetite any better than to get this big, someone they can deride or pity or judge with impunity.

On the drive back to the farm, under a starry indigo sky and with a backseat full of fast food from the town’s only chain, I had to wonder about my feeder. Whether he really was trying to get me out of the house. Or did he know? Had he already figured out that I was too big for it to matter where I was — that the thick rolls dominating my body and the sacks of fat hanging off my limbs would keep me his, even if I’d tried to get someone to help me leave? That this drive would do nothing more than to show me a world, a life, that my fat — his fat — would never let me go back to?

The thought lodged in the back of my mind as he gently helped hoist me, every inch wobbling and quivering, out of the truck bed. He led my bulk, step by exhausted step, back inside and to my usual divot on the couch. And as he got me comfortable, spreading the buffet of greasy, fatty food out before me, and as I bit into the first of ten thick double cheeseburgers, his too-kind smile and his gaze that lingered on my bulging gut for an instant too long told me everything I needed to know.

The farm isn’t my prison. My body is.

#extreme weight gain #weight gain fiction #ssbhm #feeder fiction #gainerfiction #gaining #gainer fiction #wg story #wg fiction #gainer stories

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hoasvuon · 7 months

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(11:35 PM)

falling in love with soobin was the easiest thing in the world.

you’d been stressed all week from work, with deadlines fast approaching for your classes and applications for grad school following your coattails. you had been dazed for the better part of the night, staying in the library until late, and then rushing in order to catch the 11 PM train back.

all you wanted was to go back to your apartment, and fall asleep on the nearest (somewhat) sleepable location, which at this rate, would probably be your front hallway.

opening your front door, turned on the light and took off your shoes, before being surprised at the dim light that was coming from the living room. as you walked closer, the soft smells of soysauce and sesame hit your noise. taking a peek into the living room, you were met with your boyfriend placing a plate of dumpings on the living room table.

“oh! you’re home! i thought you’d be at the library until a little later, but this is perfect too. i just finished setting up!”, soobin said, before standing up to hug you.

as his arms wrapped around your frame, you felt your worries melt away. your bag dropped from your shoulder to the ground, and your reached up to circle your arms around his shoulders. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, melting as he began to to rub circles into your back.

“you didn’t have to do all this,”, you murmured softly.

“i know. but you’ve been studying so hard, and then you said you were going to stay at the library late today and that you hadn’t had dinner yet, so i thought it would be nice to have a warm meal before you go to sleep tonight.”, he replied simply.

you lifted your head slightly to see the table. he had prepared a stir fry noodle dish, steamed fish, dumplings, a small salad, and two cups of tea, the steam still curling from the rims. he must have cooked for a while, and he also had finals this week as well. you knew that he seldom cooked, often claiming that a kitchen without a soobin in it would be the safest thing for everyone involved. but he had, just so that you had a warm meal when you came home from studying.

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as you finished your late night dinner, you glanced over at soobin. he was busy de-boneing the fish he had made, making sure that there weren’t any small bones that “might make my baby choke”. when you ate the leftovers the next day.

you could see the look of concentration on his face as he poked his chopsticks through the fish. the light from your living room lamps cast a small halo of light on his tousled hair, before lighting up the curve of his nose. sitting this close to him, you could see the small freckles that lined his face, his eyelashes as they fluttered when he blinked, and slight upturn of his lips as he smiled once he finished checking over the fish. even though you had been dating for quite a while now, he still managed to find ways to make your heart flutter.

you slowly scooted over to his side of the table before resting your head on his shoulder.

“will you stay over?”, you asked timidly.

“of course,” soobin replied, before reaching over to cup your cheek. “i’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

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all of your friends had warned you, "be careful, once you fall for someone there's no going back.”

but somehow, you didn’t mind it all too much. after all, as the kitchen lights softly fell down the slope of your love’s hair as he washed the dishes, you couldn’t think of anywhere better to be, than right here, with soobin.

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Two Headlights

Chapter 1 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

You sighed, screwing the last leg of the coffee table on before setting it upright in front of your couch. Your new flat wasn’t anything special, but it felt like a whole new start. And, most importantly, it was yours.

After years of childhood lived with your parents or spent at Hogwarts, and then living with your grandparents in America for months after you’d graduated, it was a nice change of place to have somewhere that was entirely your own. Your parents had helped you move in for the most part the day prior, but you’d been working on some of the finishing touches yourself since you’d woken up that morning. It was nice to be alone, listening to music and setting everything just how you liked it. Your cat, Dumpling, was also quite pleased with the new space. He made himself at home immediately, especially once you set up his favorite cat tower.

You stood up from the ground, looking over everything you’d done with a proud smile. It was coming into place nicely, you thought.

You were also joyful for another reason: you’d promised yourself that as soon as you were finished with the living room you’d finally go and see what Fred and George Weasley were up to in their new store. You’d been in the year ahead of them, but they were some of your closest friends in school.

The past few years had been a mess, to say the least, but leave it to them to open a joke store. A successful one at that, from what you’d heard.

Nobody but your parents knew you were back, and you were looking forward to seeing friends you hadn’t seen in almost a year. You took a drink of water in your kitchen, pulled on your shoes and jacket, and set off for town after a brief goodbye to Dumpling.

You’d apparated into a nearby alley, not needing to walk far before it came into view: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. You chuckled to yourself at the huge red-headed statue coming out of the top of the store.

Walking in was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. Business was clearly booming in the space, and your attention was drawn every which way by various items. You started looking at a wall filled with chocolates that promised less-than-exciting results if you ate them. It reminded you of the products they’d bring to school when you were all there. Nosebleed nougat and puking pastilles were never something you were terribly interested in trying, but from the looks of the picked-over area, they were quite popular.

You startled at the sound of your name being called out in stereo. You whipped around, a smile on your lips as soon as you saw the two familiar faces grinning back at you.

“Hey,” you greeted simply.

Fred was the first to step forward, crushing you in a hug until you were sure you’d been nearly squeezed to death.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, just barely letting you go.

“Heard you two opened a shop. Did you think I’d miss out on this?”

George pushed his brother away, wrapping his arms around you in a much less bone-crushing way.

“Thought you moved to America,” he mumbled, not yet letting go.

“Yeah, went ahead and ditched us as soon as we were out of school,” Fred added in.

You detached yourself from the second twin, taking a step back.

“Well, I’m back,” you stated with a shrug and a small smile.

“For how long?” George asked.

“The foreseeable future,” you stated. “I really only went to stay with my grandparents, but they’re doing well. I think I can get by with vacations whenever possible rather than staying there.”

“You’re staying?” Fred asked with wide eyes.

“I’m staying.”

“Wicked,” they said in unison, matching smiles on their faces.

You laughed, about to ask how business had been since they’d opened, when another familiar voice cut in.

“Fred, George, if you sell Ron one more—” she started, though she paused soon thereafter. “Is that who I think it is?”

You smiled when she recognized you. It had been quite a while since you’d last seen Mrs. Weasley, but she had always been a favorite of both yours and your parents. She was practically a second mother to you whenever your parents were gone. It was just her nature, you supposed, but she always went the extra mile when it came to being kind and nurturing. She wrapped you in a hug not dissimilar to Fred's; if the red hair didn’t tip you off to the family resemblance, the surprising strength certainly would have.

“Oh, dear, I haven’t seen you in ages,” she gushed.

“Ah, Mrs. Weasley,” you said back, arms wrapped around her nearly as tight. “I know, I’ve been away for a while, but I’m back now! I was just telling Fred and George that I’m going to be staying around again.”

She pulled away, though she kept her hands on your arms. “What have I told you? You call me Molly, love. Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you. We’ve missed you.”

“Right, sorry,” you laughed. “I’ve missed you all too. It’s been far too long.”

Just as she was about to reply, she heard a crash behind her, noticing that the boys were showing off some destructive gadget to a girl who looked vaguely familiar.

“You boys,” she started scolding, then shook it off, turning back to you. “They get older, but they never grow up.”

You laughed. “That’s why this is the perfect place for them, isn’t it?”

She smiled softly, shaking her head as she watched her boys now crowding a young boy looking at some contraption.

“Yes. It is.”

You looked after her in the direction of the twins, your own smile forming as they hammed up the product, making the boy laugh at their silly jokes. If anything, they sure knew how to bring a sense of joy into even the worst situations. They always did.

“Well,” you started, letting out a breath. “I should really be off. I’ve got to feed my cat before she starts going crazy. I only dropped by to say hello since I’ve gotten all settled in my new flat.”

Molly turned back to you with wide eyes and a hand on your arm to stop you from getting away so quickly.

“Oh, dear, before you go,” she said, giving another smile to you as she spoke. “We’re having dinner at the burrow tonight. I would love if you could drop by. I’m sure Fred and George would love to have you, Ron will be around, and Harry and Hermoine will be coming along as well.”

You lit up a little. “Oh! I would love to. I haven’t spoken to them since I left for the States.”

“Then it’s settled. You just come by any time tonight. I’ll be serving dinner at six, but we would love to see you before then,” she nodded along as she spoke. “Any time, dear.”

“Wonderful,” you grinned. “I’ll see you in a few hours, after I feed my cat and change out of these clothes.”

She pulled you in for a brief hug, wishing you well before you left the shop. You smiled to yourself on the way out, excited to see everyone again and even more excited for Molly’s cooking. She made the best desserts, especially.

You arrived home to a meowing cat, as expected. You couldn’t leave for more than ten minutes without him getting all riled up.

“Dumpy, you’re insufferable. You know that?” You told him, receiving a loud meow in response.

You shook your head, fixing him some dinner as he rubbed up against your legs. You scratched his chin, then set down his bowl of food next to his water dish.

“You ought to be jealous,” you began, watching him eat. “You’ll be stuck here eating this slop, meanwhile, I get the treat of eating with the Weasleys.”

He ignored you with his little head buried in the food dish, as per usual, and you walked off toward your bedroom with a shake of your head. A warm shower was altogether too tempting to deny, so you took a quick one before getting ready for dinner. You changed into a clean pair of pants and a comfy sweater, spritzing on a little perfume for good measure. You certainly didn’t need to impress anyone at the burrow, but it still felt nice to get ready to see anyone besides your own family for the first time in a while.

You tugged on your favorite boots at the door, double checking that Dumpling had plenty of water, and then you were off once again.

You knocked on the front door, waiting with baited breath to see everyone. A cheery, rosy-cheeked Mr. Weasley smiled brightly as he opened the door.

“There she is,” he said, opening his arms.

“Mr. Weasley,” you greeted warmly, stepping into his embrace.

His hug was brief and as fatherly as ever. He ushered you inside immediately, helping you out of your jacket.

“Molly has been going on about your arrival since she came back home,” he said with a laugh. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“Great to see you, too. How’s work been?”

“Oh, just fantastic,” he said, nodding along. “You know, I still haven’t quite been able to wrap my head around the idea of zip ties.”

“Well, it’s really just a tool used to fasten things,” you said, looking around the space. Nothing had changed, not even a smidge.

“Hmm,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I’m still curious—”

“Arthur, leave the poor girl alone,” Molly said, stepping into view. “Hello, dear. I’m so glad you could come by.”

“As am I. Thank you again for the invite,” you said, giving her a warm smile as she ushered you towards the living room.

“You know I love to have you,” she said, waving you off. “Plus, we have a bit of a full house tonight. A few extra guests have decided to come along.”

“Oh?” you questioned, though you went without an answer as Fred and George approached.

“Left us in the dust again,” Fred started.

“At our own store…” George continued.

“And now, you show up at our home.”

“It’s a shame, really.”

“Terrible shame.”

You quirked a brow, giving them a mockingly disapproving stare. “If you want me to leave..."

“No!” they exclaimed together.

“Come on,” Fred said, slinging an arm around your shoulder to usher you ahead.

“You know we love to see you,” George said with a smile from your other side. “Even when you’ve snuck off in the middle of a visit.”

“You two are just as delightfully ridiculous as always,” you said with a sigh.

“You hear that, George?”

“I did. She thinks we’re delightful,” George responded to his brother, nudging your shoulder.

“Funny, you seem to have forgotten the ‘ridiculous’ I threw in right afterwards,” you replied with a laugh.

“Didn’t forget,” Fred began.

George picked up where he left off, “Just didn’t care for it.”

You laughed again, glad to be back in their company, despite yourself. Though, once they got you to the couch and tried pulling you down to sit between them, you finally got a good look at everyone else. A few of them broke away from their conversations to recognize you right back.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, popping up from his spot on the floor and launching himself at you. “When did you get back?”

“Just a few days ago,” you said, breaking away to accept another hug from Hermione.

“We had no clue,” she said, smiling widely at you.

“Molly invited me this afternoon,” you explained. “She convinced me by telling me you lot would be here.”

Harry smiled, opening his mouth to say something else, when Ron interrupted with a call of your name and yet another hug.

“What are you doing back?” he asked you, prompting you to explain your situation once again.

They all listened intently as you told them all about your time in the States and what you’d been up to since deciding to move back home. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your shoulder that they stepped back to allow you a smidge of space again.

“Darling,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sirius,” you responded before turning around.

He smiled softly at you, pulling you into his chest. You rocked along with him as he took you, smiling when he pulled away briefly.

“What happened to you?” he asked, a joking tone in his voice. “Last I saw you were just a girl, walking around Hogwarts and causing trouble. When did you turn into a beautiful young woman?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Always the charmer. It's only been…”

“Well over a year, now,” he said, raising a brow. “Letters don’t count.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nodding. “How else will you tell me about all your adventures?”

He chuckled, tugging you into his side, looking at the others.

To be fair, it had been quite a long time since you’d seen him. After his escape from Azkaban and the resulting relationship he’d formed with Harry, you’d also become somewhat close after your parents had taken him in for a while. They weren’t officially part of the Order, but Dumbledore trusted them well enough to keep Sirius hidden under the radar when he needed someplace to lay low.

It had been over a year since he was around often, and almost as long since you’d casually seen him.

“My point is that letters aren’t enough, sunshine,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I hear from Molly that you’re back to stay?”

You nodded. “I am.”

“Then we’ll have to see one another more, yes?”

“Absolutely,” you reply with a smile, squeezing his side a little. “So, I am terribly curious…”

“Oh?”

“Molly said there’d be a full house tonight. Obviously, you’ll be my favorite surprise guest…”

“Obviously,” he smirked.

“But,” you continued, a smile on your face, “who else is coming around?”

“Well, I think the eldest Weasley boys will be coming home tonight. At least Bill,” he starts. “You’ve already seen Harry and Hermione, so I think the only one left will be Remus.”

You stood up a little straighter. “Professor Lupin?”

He quirked a brow. “Professor Lupin? Remind me, how long has it been since you’ve had him as a professor?"

You roll your eyes. “That’s the name I came to know him by, you can’t blame me for it.”

He hummed, tightening the arm around you a little. “At any rate, I believe Professor Lupin will be our last guest.”

“Well, alright,” you nodded. “Seems like a good group.”

“All the better for you being here with us, darling.”

You pulled him along with you as you finally took your place on the couch, scooting Fred to the side with your hip to make room for Sirius. Fred, of course, playfully protested but ultimately gave in. You nudged Sirius’ shoulder as he watched his favorite young trio talking animatedly with one another. He looked at you with raised brows.

“How have you been?”

He sighed softly. “Just fine. We’ve been spending a lot of time with the Order.”

You hummed. “Right. How has that been?”

“Well enough, but knowing what is to come has started putting many of the members a bit on edge,” he said quietly. “Harry has started taking an interest. He wants to be more involved, and I agree that he should be, but…”

“He’s still a kid.”

Sirius nodded. “He’s a strong kid, but I know that the others aren’t very keen on his involvement.”

“I understand why. They don’t want to put him in harm’s way.”

“He’s already in harm’s way simply by existing,” Sirius retorted. “I want him to be safe as much as anyone else, but we can’t leave him out of something when he’s really been involved his entire life.”

You nodded wordlessly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I wish things could be easier.”

He sighed. “So do I. But it will all work out in the end, won’t it?”

You lifted your head, giving him a sure smile and a brief nod.

“Absolutely.”

He was quiet for a moment, then perked up again, tossing his arm around your shoulders.

“Have you been to Grimmauld Place since we started operating from there?”

“Where you grew up?”

He nodded.

“I don’t think I have, no,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’ll have to invite you soon. Being in the States didn’t change your tastes, did it? You still like your lavender earl grey?”

You snorted. “I wasn’t even there for a year, Sirius.”

“You never know,” he smirked.

At that point, you heard the door opening and closing and Molly emphatically greeting someone. Curious as to whether it was Bill or Lupin, you turned your head over your shoulder and waited.

Though, as soon as he walked into your field of vision, talking with Arthur, you sat up a little straighter.

Professor Lupin had been a favorite when you were still in school. He was always quite kind, a bit funny, and a phenomenal professor. But you’d always seen him as a professor, never as a man, regardless of Sirius’ stories about their younger days. Now, however, you became acutely aware that you weren’t looking at Professor Lupin. You were looking at Remus. Remus, who is still kind and funny and likely as caring as ever, but who is also shockingly handsome.

You didn’t realize you’d been staring until you felt a poke at your side, turning to Sirius, who stared back at you with a raised brow and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“What?”

He snorted. “I should be asking you that question... ‘What?’ she says.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Right,” he replied, not convinced. Then, his smirk only grew as he waved at his dear friend. “Remus!”

“Sirius,” he greeted with a smile, politely excusing himself from the conversation with Mr. Weasley.

Sirius stood, hugging Remus as he drew nearer. You watched their interaction with a small smile, noticing how they both looked entirely comfortable together. It was nice to see them look so at peace.

“Of course,” Sirius began, “you remember my sunshine girl.”

Both men turned to you, though you snorted at Sirius’ title for you. Remus greeted you with a soft call of your name. You smiled, though you tried to reign it in as you were acutely aware of how Sirius was watching you now. You were already overdue for some teasing, no use in making it worse.

“It’s good to see you again. It’s been a while,” you said, leaning over the back of the couch.

“It has. Though I’ve heard a lot about you from Sirius. You know, he really enjoys those letters you send.”

“Aww,” you cooed, laughing. Sirius looked on, trying to put on his unamused face. “You tell all your friends about my letters, Siri?”

“Merely to make fun of you, don’t take it to heart,” he said, a barely contained smile on his face.

“To be fair,” you started, looking back to Remus, “I’ve also heard quite a lot about you from Sirius as well. Though for some, it has been quite hard to believe, I must admit.”

“Oh? Why is that?” Remus asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, the differences between ‘Professor Lupin’ and Siri’s beloved ‘Mooney’ are pretty significant.”

He smiled softly, nodding his head slowly in response. “I see. So, you know of all my sins, now.”

“I didn’t tell her the worst of it,” Sirius responded. “Only the times you embarrassed yourself.”

“And I’m not sure how much to trust out of hismouth, so who’s to say I even believe what I’ve been told?" you added.

“If you knew Remus better, you wouldn’t doubt the things I’ve told you for a second,” Sirius said, leaning next to where I was on the couch. “I think you would have liked him back then.”

Remus laughed quietly. “Right. I’m afraid I might be too boring to stand a chance, now.”

“Oh, so you’d like a chance?” Sirius teased.

Remus’ smile faded slowly, his cheeks tinting pink when he realized his mistake. You huffed out a laugh, feeling a little shy yourself after that particular line.

“Quit teasing,” you said, gently slapping Sirius’ arm. “He just got here.”

“He’s been dealing with me for years, he should’ve known to be prepared,” Sirius said, then leaned in to speak only to you. “And don’t think I didn’t see how you looked at him. I won’t say anything now, but be ready to have a storm come later.”

“I’m not coming over for tea.”

He scoffed, hand over his chest in mock offense. You shook your head, then looked back at Remus.

“How on earth have you dealt with him for as long as you have?”

He sighed, clearly a bit grateful for a slight change in topic, though staring daggers at Sirius.

“Unfortunately, the good of being around him usually outweighs the bad. Can’t lose that, now.”

You laughed. “Usually?”

“I’m hurt, Mooney,” Sirius said, the smile on his face saying something else.

“Well, how have you been?” Remus asked, turning his attention to you as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Are you just here for a visit?”

“No, I’m back for good now. I wanted to be back home, so I just started renting a flat in London.”

“That’s wonderful. How is it so far?”

“It’s only been a couple of days, but I love it,” you smiled. “It’s nice to have someplace that’s completely my own. I’ve also started considering what I’ll do for a job now that I’m back, but I just don’t quite know yet.”

“How are you affording your flat, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Of course not." You waved him off. “My grandparents on my father’s side of the family passed away a few years ago. I never knew them very well, but they left me an inheritance. It should help me get by for the next year or so."

“I see. Have you considered becoming a teacher? You were always a phenomenal student and a tutor, if I remember correctly."

You nodded. “Yes, I did some tutoring. I have considered teaching, but I probably need some more experience before they’ll accept me. I have always loved herbology, though, so I’m hoping I might find something in that field.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Whatever you choose, I’m sure you’ll be brilliant. Always have been.”

You felt a heat in your cheeks. “Thank you. I can only hope others will hold the same opinion.”

Sirius cleared his throat at that, and you glanced up, catching his eye. He still wore that stupid smirk.

“I’d love to stick around, but I think I’ll go see if Arthur needs any help with anything.”

“Oh, I should probably see—” you started, though you were quickly cut off.

“No, no,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “Stay and catch up. You two seem to be having a good conversation, yeah?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing the game he was playing. He’d do just about anything to get a reaction. He patted the couch next to you as he stood straight.

“Take a seat, Remus. She doesn’t bite,” he said, ushering his friend towards the couch seat he’d previously vacated. “Hard.”

You opened your mouth to snark back at him, but fell short as he scurried away. Remus slowly lowered himself into the seat as you turned back around.

“Sorry about him,” he said quietly.

“I’m used to it by now. I think one of his greatest joys in life is messing with people he claims to love.”

He laughed at that. “You do know him well, don’t you?”

“I do,” you confirmed. “Practically lived with him for a few months a while back, you know?”

“I know,” he nodded. “He really does speak highly of your family. Especially about you.”

“He better. I’m a delight, and he knows it.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling as he looked at you. You had to remind yourself not to stare too long.

“I don’t doubt it,” he said, still smiling. “You were always one of my favorites to teach, which comes as a bit of a surprise in hindsight.”

“How so?”

“You’re friends with Sirius, and Fred and George. How were you not a terrible troublemaker?”

I snorted a laugh. “I could ask you the same thing, ‘marauder’. You don’t seem like the type of person who would be relatively mild-mannered as you were as a professor.”

“Time changes things.”

You hummed. “I suppose. There has to be some of that wild streak left in you, though. I’m sure of it.”

He adjusted in his seat, facing you a little more to give you his full attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly, though it couldn’t hide the amused sparkle in them.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not. Just taking a guess,” you said with a self-satisfied smirk. "But the fact that you still hang around Siri, and he certainly has a… robustpersonality, tells me that you must be more than a kindly professor.”

“You’re very wise.”

“Comes with age, I guess,” I joked, stretching my legs.

“Age,” he repeated. “What do you know about aging?”

“I’m twenty-three years old, I’ve practically got one foot in the grave already.”

He groaned. “If you’re old, then I ought to be dust by now.”

You laughed. “Oh, come now. You’re not so old.”

“You just said you had one foot in the grave at twenty-three,” he said, his voice raising in a way you’d never heard from him. It made you laugh again.

“Maybe I was exaggerating a bit.”

“Maybe,” he nodded along.

You let a silence fall over you for a few minutes as you observed the others around you. Everyone seemed so happy despite the heavy circumstances everyone was living under. It was nice to see. You let your eyes drift to Fred and George, who spoke with Harry about some silly product they were developing. Then, you saw Ron and Hermione, still pretending they weren’t interested in one another despite the ever-obvious signs of young love. Finally, you settled your gaze back on Remus. He was looking over his shoulder at some of the photos laid out around the room. You took a moment to really study him. The scars on his face that somehow only made him look more handsome, his hands, the way he relaxed into the cushions so casually, the way he looked at you—oh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You drifted off, feeling embarrassed at getting caught staring. “Just haven’t seen you in a long time. You look a little different, you know?”

“I do?”

“You do,” you nodded.

“Tell me,” he said with a brief nod. “What’s so different?”

You shrugged. “Well, the way you carry yourself is a bit different. You’re more… relaxed, I suppose. You look less worn-down and more comfortable. Your hair is also different. It’s a bit longer now. Obviously, your clothes are different from how I’m used to seeing you, but they look nice.”

He quirked a brow, hiding a smile. “I see. I suppose I have changed some, haven’t I? Though, so have you.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

You paused a moment, then, “Well, if I told you what I noticed, I think it’s only fair that you do the same for me. I’m curious.”

“Well, you’ve obviously moved up in life. You’re a full-fledged adult now, living on your own. You seem more confident than you did a few years ago. At minimum, you’re speaking your mind more than you did back then,” he said with a smile. “Physically, you’ve changed as well. Your face has changed a little, though I can’t quite place how. I just know that it has. You carry yourself in a way that feels more... Like you.”

You smiled to yourself a little at that. “Alright, I’ll take it.”

“Are you two all done with your flirting, now?” Sirius’ voice came from behind you.

You let out a sigh. “If you think this is flirting, I feel sorry for the women you talk to.”

Remus laughed, his eyes widening at the comment. Sirius merely looked shocked, an amused look on his face.

“Sassy,” he said, still a little bewildered.

“You should expect it at this point.”

He snorted, looking to Remus. “And you’re not going to say anything?”

“She seems to have covered it quite well,” Remus responded, nodding towards you.

“Hey,” you heard a voice behind you call, and turned to see Fred. “Can I ask you a question?”

“What about?”

“I’ve… I’m thinking about a birthday gift for Angelina. Do you think you could help me?”

You smiled, nodding, then turned to the other two you’d been talking to.

“If you two will excuse me, I have some productivethings to do now.”

“Ouch,” Sirius said, still grinning. “We’ll see you soon. Watch your back, because I do plan on getting you back for all that snark of yours.”

“I’d like to see you try, Siri.”

He hummed, moving to take your spot on the couch as you walked off with Fred to discuss his ideas away from prying ears. You conversed about it for a while before you’d ultimately convinced him to get her the nice necklace he’d been considering. He let out a sigh of relief after finally voicing that he knew what he was going to do, thanking you profusely.

You smiled to yourself, always finding it so strange and sweet any time either of the twins were entirely unsure of themselves. They usually had a grip on who they were, but watching Fred have a small crisis over making the right decision for his girlfriend was oddly heartwarming.

You hadn’t realized how much had really changed in the time you were away from everyone, but being around all of them at once certainly highlighted it. It was odd. But nice. Like remodeling the kitchen of a childhood home. It’s still home and still what you knew best, but things were new and exciting to discover. Mom got a new rolling pin for the old family cookie recipe, and you were cutting carrots on a new counter as you looked out the window at the tree you’d climbed as a child. You figured you could get used to it all easily.

Even going back into the living room and seeing Harry and his dear friends talking showed it. They were still young and still silly, but they were noticeably older and more mature than they’d been even two years ago. Your heart felt entirely full.

Before long, your stomach was even more full. Molly had called everyone to sit for dinner, and she went above and beyond for the meal. You were certain you’d explode if she put another tart on your plate for dessert, and had to adamantly tell her so when she tried for the third time. She laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, moving on to do the same to Ginny and George, who shared the same sentiment. Ron, of course, took another.

“Do you think you’ll be around more often, now?” Hermione asked from next to you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I will be. I’ll have to invite you over to my flat sometime. Maybe our cats can have a play date.”

She smiled. “I’d like that.”

You sat another half an hour or so before everyone started to stir from their places. You stood from your seat, saying goodbyes to everyone with the note that you probably needed to get back home to your cat before he started to throw a fit.

“He can’t stay alone for a few hours?” Ron asked.

“He’s still adjusting to his new home. Things should be back to normal for him in a week or so, I’m sure,” you said, giving a slight shrug.

"But you’ll come visit me real soon anyway, won’t you?” Sirius asked, nudging your side with his elbow.

“You bet,” you said with a laugh. “Owl me about it, yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hummed his response, pulling you into one more hug before you started away from the group.

“Thank you again, Molly,” you stated, a hand on her shoulder. “It was delightful, as always.”

“I’m so glad you could come, love,” she said, holding your hand with a warm smile. “I hope I’ll get to see you again soon.”

“As do I. We’ll have to make plans soon.”

“We will,” she nodded. “You let me know if you need anything at all, okay?”

“I will.”

You said your goodbyes, then started towards the door, almost making it before one more person stepped in your way.

“It was nice to see you again,” Remus said, giving a soft smile.

“Nice to see you, too. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other, what with Sirius being so sappy and wanting to hang around me more, now,” you noted with a snort.

“Right,” he nodded. “Well, I hope we do. You’re great company, you know?”

“Thank you.”

He nodded, then perked up. “Oh! You said you’re interested in herbology, correct?”

You tilted your head. “I am.”

“I might have a job opportunity for you, if you’d like me to pass on a good word for you. An old friend named Nemora is a great herbologist. She works with all sorts of plants, but really has an interest in the health-related aspects of herbology,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Wow,” you said, delighted. “Yes! I mean, I would love if you could talk to her for me. That sounds incredible.”

“I can’t make any promises it will go anywhere, but I can have her contact you if so.”

“That’s incredible. Thank you so much,” you smiled brightly.

He nodded. “Well, it’s been a pleasure. I hope to see you again soon.”

You said your goodbyes once more, then finally headed out the door and back to your flat. You’d expected a good time, but for your first week back home, you decided it couldn’t have gone better.

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electrificata · 2 months

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If you have a factory that makes lamb dumplings and it runs 24 hrs a day stamping out dumplings and then working the excess dough back into the mixer to make more without waste so that every dumpling contains some small molecule of the first dumpling ever made in the factory is that the inverse of the ship of theseus. Try them with a nice yogurt sauce 👍

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seospicybin · 1 year

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VESPER.

PART I

Hyunjin x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: PART II / ONE DANCE.

Synopsis: You've been praying every night for someone like Hyunjin to come and when he finally did, you doubt that he would approve your job as a stripper. (11,2k words)

Author's note: Happy birthday to the sexiest dumpling, Hwang Hyunjin!

For the record, you're not a religious person.

However, there's a prayer you make at night and that is someday you'll find your man.

You keep your prayer still despite knowing how vile, how rude, how nefarious a man can be. You keep a firm belief that you'll find your mate soon and but not here, not in this place where you're working at, anywhere but here.

"Hey, dirty blond!" A man shouts from across the room against the music playing in the club.

It's unclear who that man is calling but based on the way he keeps waving his hand at you and you're wearing a blonde wig, you're sure it's you.

You walk up to a table of three of them in black suits, you guess they're probably coworkers.

"You boys want a dance?" You offer with a smile.

The man who called you pats the shoulder of the man sitting next to him, "it's my friend's birthday and I want to make sure he's having a fun time," he says.

The birthday boy shyly smiles while stealing glances at you.

"Fun time, huh? I think I can do that," you say with a friendly laugh.

The man pulls out his credit card and hands it to you, "please, take care of him well, gorgeous!" He adds.

You lean on their table and take the credit card from him, "with pleasure," you reply with a flirty smile.

The birthday boy is too shy to come with you, you end up getting him up the chair and linking your arm with him. His friends cheer as you both walk up the stairs.

"I'm sorry for the way my friends addressed you," he says with a quivering voice.

You went through so many things that to be called by the color of your wig is nothing to you.

"That's okay. I've been called worse," you assure him.

It's not every day you found a man who is aware of what his friends did wrong and apologized on their behalf of them.

"You have good friends," you add.

He awkwardly smiles, "no, not really."

"They treat you to a lap dance on your birthday," you say.

You have enough proof of why this shy boy's friends are in a good category because not once have you found a bunch of men telling you to give their friend a dance but none of them offers to pay for it.

Not with his, they are willing to spend some money just so their friend can have a really good time.

You hand the credit card to the staff who works there to pay for the champagne room and hand it back to the shy birthday boy to give back to his friends.

"Okay, come," you lead him through the room the staff assigned you to.

The room has its walls covered in velvet which matches the sofa with the light set to low.

You start by picking some songs to play in the room while the birthday boy is looking awkward just standing there, doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Why don't you take a seat and get comfortable," you tell him.

He obeys right away, sitting on the sofa and sitting so awkwardly with both hands on his lap.

“May I know your name?" He asks as you finally settle on a song.

"Vesper," you answer with your fake name, one you always use at work.

It's a name you choose yourself, it comes from Latin words meaning evening star and it's also because you think of yourself as Venus at night.

The birthday boy swallows as you stand in front of him in your black lingerie and looks down, "you have a very beautiful name!"

Of course, a nice guy like him would think that's your real name, "what about you?" You ask back.

"Lee," he answers.

"Happy birthday Lee!" You say as you walk up to him and start moving your body with the slow rhythm of the song playing in the room.

"I have to tell you that it's my— it's my first time getting a lap dance," he stutters.

Even from the first time you met him, you can also tell that it's his first time coming to a strip club.

You come up to him and place your hand on his shoulder, "Well then I have to make it extra special since it's your birthday and your first time," you say.

You glide your hand down to his chest and feel his heart pounding under your palm, "your heart is beating so fast."

"Y‐yeah," he shyly answers and wipes the sheen of sweat on his forehead, nervous.

You bend down in front of him and ask in a low voice, "Are you scared or excited?"

He shrugs then says, "both."

You let out a low chuckle, "don't worry, I promised your friend to give you a good time."

You put your other hand on his chest and look at him, "so relax..."

You slowly lower yourself on his lap then say, "and enjoy."

All of these eyes are on you.

You're supposed to be the one looking at them but it's the opposite, you feel like you are the painting and not the other way around.

Wish you could understand paintings, you wonder how these people who attended the art gallery get to talk about them like they're reviewing a book while here you are, trying not to be intimidated by all the stares you got from these people in a painting.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" A voice says.

You didn't know someone is standing next to you and looking at the same painting with you until you turn your head to the side.

"Oh, well, I'm just wondering why the little girl is giving me the side eyes," you playfully remarked.

He softly chuckles and lightly nods, "yeah, she's looking not happy."

One look is enough to know that he's tall and 60 percent of that height goes to his legs and the 10 percent is the dark long hair that curtained his small face. His eyes, nose, lips, and everything on his face complement each other

You have to actively tell your brain to stop staring at his beautiful face.

"I don't understand a thing about paintings," you mutter and everyone can probably see how out of place you are. You are here for something else not to look at these art pieces that you know you don't have the capability to comprehend it.

"You're lucky that I'm here then," he says with a nice smile.

You smile back but resist the urge to look at him, God knows that you'll not stop staring once you do. You keep looking straight ahead and endure the side eyes of the little girl in the painting instead.

"This is Las Meninas by Diago Velázquez," he introduces you even though there's already a card with a short introduction of the painting below it.

"It's a nice painting, right?" He asks with his body turned at you.

You nod even though you're not sure if it's 'artistically' nice based on your judgment as someone who doesn't know anything about art. But is it pleasing to the eyes? Yes.

"But what makes this painting so interesting is because it has a secret illusion," he says with a suppressed excitement in his voice.

You tip your head to the side, "really?"

"A lot is going on here but let's break it down," he then takes a step closer to your side to explain further about the painting.

"First, the little girl is giving you the side eye," he starts.

"Yes."

"Then these people must be her entourage," he says as his hand to point the part of the painting he's explaining to you.

"Someone is creeping in the back steps, there's the painter, and then..." he glances at you before continuing to speak.

It gets you intrigued that you turn to face him unintentionally, "what?"

"You see that mirror on the back wall?" He asks.

"That's a mirror?" You ask back since you didn't notice it before.

"Yes, and the reflection in the mirror is meant to be us."

"Us?" You sound like you heard that word for the first time in your life but liked it without knowing the meaning of it.

He nods and lines himself to stand right next to you then looks back at the painting.

"With all that considered, from where we're standing as the viewers, we're the ones being painted looking at the rest of the room."

He gently places his hand on your shoulder and turns your body slightly to the left to make you look at a certain part of the painting.

"The square shape coming off the side, that's the canvas, and that guy..." he pointed to the guy holding a brush in one hand and a pallet in the other, "he's painting us."

It's like someone flips the switch in your head and the light bulb finally lights up, everything makes sense to you now. It seems like he’s the one who's enjoying your moment of enlightenment the most.

"In the present time, we're getting used to this perspective because we have things like phones which make us understand this perspective of being behind or in front of a camera," he eloquently explains as if he memorized the textbook explanation of it.

"But he made this painting in 1656 and this perspective thing must be trippy for its time. That's what makes this painting so groundbreaking," he finished.

"Wow!" That's all you can mutter as you try to process all of these pieces of information in your head.

On the other hand, it's nice to hear an explanation from someone who knows what he's talking about and doing it so passionately. Not only that it's very informative, but also, low-key hot.

There's just something about a person who talks about something he truly passionate about.

"I am indeed lucky that you're here," you playfully remark with a low laugh.

You've been avoiding looking at him long enough that it feels impolite, slowly you turn your body to face him. You find him shyly smiling and brushing his hair to the back.

"Are you working here?"

He lifts his head but now it's his turn to avoid your eyes, "No, but I'm a painter."

"Oh, that explains!" You say.

When he finally meets your gaze, your heart skips a beat and you stop breathing for a second which is something that rarely happens to you when you've seen so many kinds of men when you're at work.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here if not for the paintings?" He asks.

A man with manner, that's a first. You confidently look at him as you speak, "my friend works here and I'm waiting for her so may as well look around..."

"Your friend is a curator?" He wildly guesses.

"No," you answer, "she's working at the front desk. You probably saw her when you came in."

"Ah..." he nods.

There's a silence going on for a moment and he brushes his hair to the back, looking like he hesitates to ask you something.

You decide to keep the conversation going, "are you coming alone?"

He sheepishly smiles, "no, I'm coming with a friend," he proceeds to point at a guy with bleached blond hair who's looking at a painting on another side of the gallery.

Somehow you feel good that he makes it clear that he comes with a friend or maybe it's your question that is pretty much the equivalent of asking if he's single or not.

Your phone vibrates inside your purse and you open it to check a new message from your friend, telling you that she's already waiting in the lobby.

"I'm sorry but my friend is already waiting," you say to him.

He looks at you, then at your phone, "can I have your number?"

You offer your phone instead to him, "why don't you put your number on mine?"

He takes it from you and types his numbers on it, then hits the call button so he can have your numbers on his phone as well.

He introduces himself as he hands your phone back to you, "I'm Hyunjin."

He offers his big hand with slender fingers with bracelets around on his dainty wrist for a handshake.

You shake his hand and introduce yourself back to him, his hand is cold but once you see his smile, you feel warm all over.

You're not sure if his personality will match his beautiful appearance because you can’t decide on it yet.

But is he pleasing to the eyes? The answer is a million times yes.

It's a slow night.

You decide to get off early after working 6 hours and paid the house fee, the DJ, the room, and the house mom on the way out. After all that deductions, you go home with $360 in total.

It's only a little after midnight when you arrived home, you eat some food with the noise from the TV playing in the background to fill the quiet of your apartment. Hit the shower after then sleep.

Not without taking a few minutes for your silly night prayer and an extra minute to pray that the man you'll be seeing tomorrow is the one.

It takes you less time to get ready for the date and more layers of clothes than when you have to get ready for work. And you get to feel the warm spring sun even though it's close to twilight.

Hyunjin is dressed nicely in a black sweater and blue jeans, his dark hair is shining under the pale sunlight. A smile rises on his face the moment he lands his eyes on you.

"I'm sorry for making you wait," you say as you stand in front of him.

"No, I only got here a few minutes ago," he assures you.

You nod, "so, what are we going to do today?"

He licks his lower lip before speaking, "I have two tickets to the art gallery," he pulls them out of the pocket of his jeans.

"But we can do anything else if you want," he quickly adds.

You smile at him, "why would I skip on a chance to get a free art lesson?"

He lets out a soft chuckle and brushes his hair to the back, "well, it's not free," he says.

You tip your head to the side and slyly smile at him, he looked so gorgeous in this light of golden bursts of sunset, making him glow like an ethereal being.

"You can pay with dinner," he says.

It's hard not to get flustered, he just knows how to soften the moment, "Well, that wouldn't be a problem."

You're not feeling out of place this time. Hyunjin is patiently telling you these bits about the painting you're looking at together but despite all of these beautiful pieces of art, he's the most beautiful here.

"I want to show you this," he leads you to another part of the gallery. Seeing you trailing behind him, he grabs your hand to walk together to the painting he wanted to show you.

"It's the last day you can see this," he says as he stops in front of a painting framed with glass which proves that it's very valuable.

The small painting depicts a distressed-looking man in a straw hat and your little understanding of paintings can't find what's so interesting about this.

"There are 35 self-portrait paintings of Vincent and for many years, art historians believed that this was one of them," Hyunjin explains.

You know so little about art but you're certain that you have seen an image of Vincent van Gogh at least once on the internet. He's the famous painter, The Starry Night.

"It was revealed over 120 years after its creation that the painting was not an image of Vincent but rather was a painting of his brother, Theo."

You softly gasp in response to this newfound information and take a closer look at the small yet painted in considerable detail.

"Unfortunately, there is no decisive evidence to determine who is actually portrayed which is why the painting now has a double title," Hyunjin furtherly explains.

He then trails his hand on the painting information plaque and shows you the double title he mentioned, 'self-portrait or portrait of Theo van Gogh'.

"I would have mistaken him too because of the uncanny resemblance," you say still in awe.

Hyunjin places a hand on the small of your back and gently takes you a little to the side to make space for a group of people wanting to look at the painting.

"It was Theo who supported Vincent to be an artist, emotionally and financially so Vincent can devote himself entirely to painting," Hyunjin eloquently explains as if this knowledge has been kept in his head for too long and he is finally able to let it out.

"He kept every letter Vincent sent to him, he named his son after him, he died six months after Vincent's death and was buried next to him," he finishes.

You look at Hyunjin while he's looking at the painting, "That's beautiful!"

He turns and looks you right in the eyes, "beautiful, yeah."

And you know he isn’t talking about the painting with those starry eyes.

After dinner, you take a stroll along the row of cherry blossom trees with their petals swirling in the air and enjoying the warm spring night. You used to think all of these couples having dates in the park are so cliché but now you’re a part of it.

"Want to take a seat?" Hyunjin offers as he spots an empty bench.

"Yes," you let him lead you there and sit together while looking at the river.

"I haven't gone on a date for a long time so I hope I didn't bore you," he suddenly says, nervously wiping his palms against his jeans.

"If that's the case then I'd leave earlier," you shortly reply with a sly smile.

He turns his body on his seat to face you, "I'm a painter so I'm not good with words," he says.

"Are you working on something at the moment?" You ask out of pure curiosity. You want to know how an artist works and compare it with yours.

"I have two more paintings to finish for an exhibition," he answers.

"That's a huge thing, right? To have an exhibition?"

Hyunjin adorably scrunches his nose as he thinks of an answer, "I guess."

He's just too humble to say yes when you know for sure not all artist can have their exhibitions, "so when is this exhibition?"

"Less than two months away," he says while tucking the stray hair falling over his face.

"I'd love for you to come," he eagerly says, "I know it's still less than two months away and I haven't finished my paintings but—" he stops himself from talking by taking a deep breath. He's blabbering and it's cute.

"I'd love to come," you say to him.

Hyunjin sheepishly smiles, "only if you're not busy, of course," he adds, "I'm sorry but what are you working as again?"

Truthfully, Hyunjin hasn't asked about your job at all, the whole dinner you kept asking about him and a part of the reason is that you don't want to tell anything about yourself.

"I'm a dancer," you settle with a simple answer that he can easily digest.

"A dancer? Are you a part of a dance company or an academy?" He asks as a cherry blossom petal makes a landing on his shoulder.

Hyunjin seems to be delighted to hear that and you hate to ruin that, you decide to end the talk.

"You have something..." your hand reaches for the cherry blossom petal off his shoulder and blows it away.

He also turns to look at you and says, "you also have one on your hair."

You grope around your hair to find the petal stuck to your hair, then he grabs your hand to stop you.

"I'll get it for you," he helps you by taking something from the crown of your hair. He proceeds to fix your hair by brushing it with his fingers. He got so incredibly close that you can see the tiny dot of mole under his left eye and his dark eyelashes that curl beautifully.

There can't be a more perfect time to kiss than now with Hyunjin's eyes fixated on your lips and you've been wondering how soft his lips would be like on yours. Then he swallows air as if he refrained from letting something out of him, possibly the courage to kiss you.

"It's getting late," he says and nervously looks away from you, "I'd better drive you home."

Hyunjin stays quiet the whole ride home and you start to think what have you done wrong? Was he comfortable when you thought he was going to kiss you?

"You can stop right here," you say as the car approaches the front of your apartment building.

Hyunjin obeys and turns off the car engine, the moment passes in silence as he only watches you unbuckle your seat belt.

Maybe he knew that you lied about your job?

"Thank you for the ride home," you tell him with a smile.

He keeps looking straight ahead, "no worries," he replies.

Or maybe it was you who bore him? You don't want to keep guessing and fill your head with negative thoughts. Hyunjin has been nothing but nice and lovely, let’s end the note there.

"I had a nice date," you say to him.

"Me too," he shortly replies.

Better not to prolong this pain, you tell yourself and take your purse with you, "Goodnight!"

He doesn't say anything back to you and you take this as your cue to get out of the car. You look at him through the windshield and wave your hand at him before making your way inside. As you wait for the elevator to arrive, you can't help but wonder what changed. Then you hear footsteps coming towards you and you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, wait," he shouts as he stops right in front of you, panting.

And you don't want to pressure him to explain what just happened, "no, it's fine. I was just confused," you assure him, "you don't have to run out of your car—"

"I like you," he cuts you off with a surprising confession, "a lot. I like you a lot. I do."

That's enough to make you stay on your feet and hear what he has to say.

"I was too in my head about it and I don't want to come off too strong," he meekly explains as he looks down for a while to muster up the courage to continue talking, "you're beautiful and kind and curious and sometimes when people give me attention it overwhelmed me but not you. I like being with you, I—" he pauses to take a breath.

He dryly laughs, "see? I'm bad with words."

You take steps closer to him and not stopping until your bodies collided, you wrap your hand around his neck, then kiss him.

It's way softer than you imagined, his lips are as soft as the cherry blossom petals blowing in the wind.

It takes him a second to return the kiss to you, brushing his lips over yours with his hand on the side of your face, holding you still and deepening the kiss.

You slowly pull away with a faint smile and lowly gasp, "I'm bad with words too," you tell him.

Hyunjin smiles with his eyes half shut and thumb lazily rubbing your cheek, this time he confidently gives you a long, lingering kiss on your lips.

"Goodnight," he softly says as he lets go of the kiss.

You let him slip away and walk into the elevator as it chimes open, you wave your hand at him before it closes. As much as you like him, you don't want to get your hopes up, especially when you haven't told him the truth about yourself.

You just paid the DJ for playing the song of your choice for your dance, then sit in the empty booth when someone calls for you from a table nearby.

You turn to face him, "hi, how's your night going?" You ask with a smile.

There are two of them but only of them is interested in your offer, he looks at you and says, "can you get up?"

It's not the weirdest request you ever heard. Most men are looking for someone with their 'favorite type' of body and in your line of work, it's normal to be judged objectively.

You obey and get up from your seat, you tuck your foot to the front which is a pose you learn to accentuate every curve of your body.

"Do a twirl for me!" He orders once again.

You do what he says without complaint, it's only a twirl. When you're back facing him again, his friend lets out a snort, then says, "you should have never asked."

So much for the highlight of your night!

You come home with roughly $900 from 7 hours of working and yeah, the money is great, but you have to deal with mean or rude comments like that on top of having to compare yourself to other girls.

It's a job that requires you to have tough skin and not to take it personally.

When you meet Hyunjin again for your second date, it's like you're living in a different world that is so vibrant and warm. He wears a knitted sweater in a cobalt blue color and washed jeans that make him appear taller than he already is.

"Do you want to do something today?" He asks.

You're a little out of it from the lack of sleep and fatigue from working all night, you don't want to walk around searching for a place to talk or take another stroll in the park.

"I'd like to see your studio if you don't mind," you say.

It seems like he didn't expect that answer, "Oh?"

"Am I allowed?" You ask with an awkward smile, regretting that you make him feel pressured by your request.

"Yes," he eagerly answers then tucks his hair behind his ear, "it's just a little messy I'm not sure you'll..." his words trail off as he looks at you with a cringe on his face.

"That's okay. I can handle a little messy," you say to him.

What you didn't expect though is that he lives in there too. You see his unmade bed in the corner of this spacious studio where one side of the room is littered with specks of paint and canvases lining up the wall.

"What are those?" You ask to the paintings covered with a white cloth.

A smirk dances on his face and he walks backward to uncover the paintings, "you'll be the first to see these paintings," he says.

Your eyes dart to his, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

He shrugs with a sly grin, "I want you to," he simply answers.

He then pulls the cloth off of them one by one, revealing the paintings he made for the exhibition.

They're all paintings of flowers, each has a different combination of colors but they're most of the color blue in every hue. They look so incredibly real that you feel like wanting to touch them and feel their soft petals.

Hyunjin takes a step backward to give you a space to observe his paintings.

"Can I touch?" You hesitantly ask.

"Yeah," he shortly replies, "the paints have dried so you can touch them."

With his permission, you allow yourself to take a closer at each painting. It amazes you that all of those strokes of paint create something as beautiful as this. Too bad that you can't fully fathom what these paintings make you feel into words.

"They're beautiful!" That's all you can mutter to him when he asked what you think about his paintings. He hands you a glass of wine then takes a seat next to you on the end of his bed since he doesn't recommend you to sit on the sofa because it's splattered with paint.

"I'm bad with words," you remind him and clink your glass together with him before taking a sip.

"That's okay," he says, then he puts his wine glass away to lean his hands behind him on the bed.

"We don't need praise or acknowledgment. We all just want to be understood, right?"

The reason Hyunjin asks you that is probably because he knows you're also an artist in a different medium. You wouldn't call yourself an artist because you're not a ballerina who dances to Tchaikovsky on a big stage, you're just a stripper who dances at the strip club.

"By that, I mean me with my paintings and you with your dancing," he adds.

And suddenly, you feel like you're no longer a part of this world that Hyunjin lives in.

"I'd love to see you dance someday," he suddenly says.

Someday sounds hopeful and that means he wants to see you in foreseeable future but you can also see the disappointment overshadows it.

"Why not now?" You ask back.

Hyunjin turns rigid like he has just heard something shocking and looks straight ahead.

"Play something," you tell him.

He glances at you, "you're going to dance? Right here? Right now?"

His confounded face amuses you that you forget you're anxious, "yeah."

You get up from the bed as he gropes around the pocket of his jeans, looking for his phone. First, you take off your shoes and go barefoot to stand just a few feet away from him. After a minute, Hyunjin finally starts playing a song from his phone and turns the volume high until it replaces the quiet space of his studio.

He looks nervous although you haven't moved any part of your body to the slow tempo of the music playing. You have done this a million times, faking your confidence even though you're shuddering with anxiety inside.

You start moving and freely dance to the song, just trying to express what you feel like your body is trying to tell him. That in this world with Hyunjin in it, you want him to see you past your flaws.

The smile doesn't leave his face the whole time he's watching you dance in the middle of the room. The song is about to come to an end so you make your way to him and stop at the same time the song finishes.

He looks up at you still with the same soft smile plastered on his face.

You want him to like what he sees so you unzip your dress and let it drop onto the floor, let it pool around your ankle.

"Do you like what you see?" You ask him.

His eyes widen in awe as if he's seeing something that is beyond his level of comprehension.

"I like it," he replies with a dreamy sigh.

You step out of your dress and approach him, slowly lowering yourself on his lap, and straddling him. Using your thumb, you swipe his lower lip before slowly putting your lips on his.

And you want to feel his skin on yours. Your hands slide down his front to grab the hem of his sweater and take it off of him, laughing as his ear got caught in the process.

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologize but your eyes suddenly got distracted by the muscles on his arms and abdomen, firm and perfectly sculpted.

He laughs as well and puts the sweater away, "that's okay," he says as he looks up at you, wrapping his hands around you to pull you close.

He leans in and captures your lips in a rapturous kiss that is both gentle and hungry, he pries your mouth open with his tongue to invade you, tasting more of you. His hand snakes under the elastic band of your bra and he gasps into your mouth once he succeeded to unclasp it. You reluctantly break the kiss to help him get it off of you.

Slowly, he slides both straps down your arms simultaneously but his eyes are looking into you, intensely and flickering with lust. Hyunjin doesn't waste time putting his lips on your skin, first is on your neck, second is on the base of your throat and forcing you to crane your neck for him.

From there, he makes small kisses down your chest to your sternum and stays like that for a moment. He tightens the hold around you and gently lay himself down on the bed with you staying on top of him, he eventually flips you over and has you under.

Your hand slips inside his hair, silky hair slipping through your fingers as he plants kisses all over your chest, "Hyunjin?"

He abruptly stops kissing to look at you, "yeah?"

You take his hand and press it against the side of your face, "do you like what you see?"

It confuses him because you asked this before but he gets the real meaning behind your question after taking a minute to think.

He gives a gentle caress on your face that makes your heart flutters, "are you kidding me?" He asks in disbelief but in a rather soft tone, "You are undeniably beautiful!"

You can feel that he's being sincere your heart aches the moment you hear it. You bring his face close to yours and put your lips against his, expressing what you need to tell him through the kiss, that you like him and you want him to like you back.

"You feel so good," he murmurs to you with a haste kiss on your lips.

Hyunjin has been nothing but attentive and gentle with you, he thrusts into you at a slow, steady pace with his eyes boring into you, making you feel more naked than you already are. His kisses are fiery and passionate but you don't mind any of it when it feels like you're kissing cotton candy, sweet and pillowy.

"And oh... you keep clenching around me," he says with an overwhelmed sigh.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and plants his mouth there, kissing and nibbling your skin. His free hand gropes around the bed to search for your hand and interlaced it with yours.

"Cum together, yeah?" He tells you with another haste kiss on your open mouth.

Your brain is clouded with pleasure that you're unable to form a verbal answer, you respond with eager nods instead.

The room is quiet except for the sounds of your bodies colliding and moans that grow louder spilling out of your mouths as you both take each other closer to the edge.

Hyunjin hastily presses a hard, deep kiss as he comes to his release a little after you while you still catch your breath from your orgasm.

"I think that was the best sex I've ever had," he shamelessly admits while spooning you from behind, his hand intertwined with yours.

You don't know how to respond to that because, on the other hand, you don't want to compare him with your previous sexual partners. That doesn't stop you from saying that he's exceptional, he makes it more than just physical fulfillment. You turn your head to meet his gaze and smile, "I like you, Hyunjin."

He puts your hair to the side and places an affectionate kiss on your cheek, "I like you too. A lot."

The morning casts pale sunlight on his bare body that makes him glow bright like a yellow daffodil under the sun. You've been sitting on the side of the bed watching him sleeping and wondering if things would change once you told him the truth about you.

For one, he deserves to know the truth but you're not ready for that, not when there's the possibility that you'll lose him. You decide to take a step back and give yourself time to muster the courage to tell him everything.

So for now, you land a gentle caress on his beautiful face and say, "I hope we'll meet again."

White icing and rainbow sprinkles, you've been having the same birthday cake since you were twelve. As you grow up, you stop asking to have your birthday celebrated but your mother always insists.

It's the same thing this year, you sit with your family at the dining table with your cake in front of you and they're singing you a birthday song. Except for your father, he stops speaking with you the day you told him what your job is.

"Don't forget to make a wish!" Your mother says.

You pretend to make one in your heart and blow the candles off, smiling when you look up at them.

"Happy birthday!" Your mother puts her hand around your shoulder and places a kiss on your cheek.

Your father doesn't say anything but left the dining table and your mother senses that she needs to distract you from it, "Let's cut the cake!"

Your younger brother takes the next turn and hugs you, he's much taller than you now that he's in college.

"Happy birthday!" He wishes you then gives you a small box wrapped in silver and blue ribbons.

"What is this?" You glare at him, "I told you not to gift me anything."

He nonchalantly shrugs, "don't get ahead of yourself and take it," he playfully remarks.

A smile rises on your face, "thank you!"

"Open it!" He says.

"Okay, okay," you hastily unwrap the box and open it to find a pair of silver earrings.

"My friend helped me pick this," he sheepishly says.

From the way he got flustered, you got a feeling that this friend is more than just that, "whoever she is, she has good taste. I approve!"

He nervously laughs and drinks his glass of cola, "Nah, I'm going to study hard and pay you back," he says.

You nudge his elbow with yours, "it's okay to have fun in a while. Also, I never asked you to pay me back," you remind him with an intense stare.

Your mother places something in front of you as well, "I think it'll look good on you," she says.

Without looking, you already know that she gives you another lipstick because she always does that too whenever you visit her salon.

"Thank you, mom!" You say again as you check the color she picked for you this time, it's a coral red.

She stays with you at the dining table while eating the cake together, "so, are you seeing anyone lately?"

The last thing you want to be reminded of besides your father still won't talk to you is that you still haven't contacted Hyunjin since that day you left him. You know it's not fair for him but you can't look at him and lie to his face again.

"I was," you answer, picking a dollop of icing cream off your cake and licking it.

Your mother rolls her eyes dramatically, "what is it this time?" She asks.

You slump in your chair, "he's too nice, mom, and too... beautiful," you say as an image of Hyunjin's face vividly flashes in front of you.

"What's so bad about that?” Your mother asks a little too aggressively, "you always look at the wrong in a guy. He's too nice, he's too happy, he's too hot..." she heavily sighs.

You chuckle watching her take a spoonful of cake and shove it into her mouth, annoyed by what you said.

"I get it if he's too beautiful, it'll fade in time but he's nice and that's good, that means he'll try to understand you," she says.

She takes a piece of cake on your cake, "isn't that what you want? Someone who understands you?"

You slightly shrug, also confounded by your way of seeing things when it's simple as that, it's you who complicate things.

When it's time to go home, your mother insists on you taking the rest of the cake with you and having your brother drives you home.

"I'm going home, dad!" You tell him as you stand before the front door.

He doesn't reply but nods at you which is better than nothing. Your mother gives you a long hug on your way out, "come next week to get your haircut, okay?"

"Okay," you say back and kiss her on the cheek.

"Take your vitamins, drink lots of water, and stop biting your nails!" She ends her talk with a warning glare and walks with you out of the door.

Your brother is already waiting in the car when you get in and is typing on his phone.

"Let's get you home first," you say.

"It's okay, I can take a taxi from your place," he assures you because that's what he usually does.

You put on a seat belt, "I'm not going home."

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Somewhere," you vaguely answer with a smirk on.

He squints at you, "and where is this somewhere?"

"Since when do you get nosy at your sister?" You tease him despite knowing that he's just being a protective brother for you and you're grateful for that

He puts his hands off the steering wheel and laughs, "Okay, no more questions asked!"

Your brother hugs you as you get out of the car to switch places with him, he ignores the jeers coming from the students hanging out on the balcony.

"Drive carefully!" He says before you get into the driver's seat.

You don't even have to think twice about going here but you take a long moment on knocking on the door of his studio, afraid that you're unwelcomed after ignoring his calls and texts for two weeks. You swallow your pride and knock on his door, three times until he finally opens the door.

"Hi!" You know it's not a good impression to act like you haven't ghosted him for the last few days.

Hyunjin seems a little perplexed like he's seeing something that he doesn't know whether it's real or not.

"I'm sorry for coming late at night like this," you say with a sheepish smile. Not sure if he considers 10 pm as late but who knows?

After a moment, it finally registered to him that you are real and speaking to him.

"Oh, sorry for just standing, come in!" He says and opens the door wide to let you inside.

You bring the cake you brought from home with you and place it on the small, round dining table he has in the studio.

"What do you bring with you?" He asks, standing next to the table with hands on his waist.

You open the box to reveal the half-eaten cake inside and show it to him.

"A birthday cake?" He asks and uses his finger to get a piece of the icing cream to taste it, "whose birthday is it?"

"Mine."

Hyunjin's mouth hung open, he seems to be surprised that it's your birthday and that you don't tell him about it. He thinks of something and looks around, "I'll get us drinks," he says.

He returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands, taking them to the dining table.

"I hope this goes well with the cake," he says as he sits next to you, then fills both of your glasses with the crimson-colored drink. He seems so calm and somehow that makes you even more nervous to start talking. But this is the only way and sometimes the only way is through.

"Hyunjin," you call.

"Yes?" He stirs the wine by shaking the glass in circular motions.

"I'm sorry that I left in the morning and not taking your calls," you start by clearing the air between you.

He stares at the whirlpool inside his wine glass and softly exhales, "I started to think that I'm going crazy," he takes a small sip, then licks his lower lip, "I thought you don't want to see me again."

Knowing that your absence affected him that much and it makes you want him more therefore the fear to tell him the truth is getting unbearably scary.

"I can't go further from here," you say.

He glances up from his glass and looks straight into you, there's a flash of sorrow in his warm brown eyes.

"Without telling you the truth about me first," you immediately continue before he gets the wrong idea.

He leans forward on the table, "I'll listen and try to be open," he earnestly says to you.

You put your hands together under the table and hold it tightly, "I'm not a dancer," you say.

He tips his head to the side, waiting for you to say more about it because that can't be the whole truth.

"I'm a stripper," you say and look down at your interlaced hands on your lap.

Most men would most likely be thrilled to hear it because it sort of fills their wild fantasy but Hyunjin is not like most men, you know he needs the time to process it.

Then he puts his hand on your clasped hand and squeezes it, "and what's so wrong about that?"

Tears spill out of your eyes without you intending to and he wipes them for you with his knuckle, he's softly smiling as he's doing it.

"Did you think that I'll judge you for that? Do I look like I'm that kind of person, mmh?" He asks you while holding the side of your face with his hand, offering the warmth of his palm to comfort you.

You shake your head and croak, "No."

Hyunjin gives you a heartwarming smile that put you at ease then slowly leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips that sets everything in its place, that's he's right, this is right.

"How are you still beautiful even when you're crying?" He asks as he wipes fresh tears from the corner of your eyes.

He looks up to see the time and says, "we have twenty minutes before your birthday ends."

He takes the half-eaten cake out of the box and puts the candles back on top, lighting them up so you can blow on it once again in front of him.

"Don't forget to make a wish," he reminds you.

You stop yourself from crying when you should be happy that he accepted the truth well and it was useless for you to be scared. You lean in and close your eyes, you make a wish with all of your heart that you want Hyunjin to be that man you asked for in your prayers every night.

You dearly wish that it's the truth and blow out the candles, sending your wish away with it for the universe to grant it.

"Happy birthday!" He says to you.

You turn to the side to look at him and got the assurance that you have found him, you kiss him to let him know how grateful you are to have met him.

The two of you catch up while eating the cake together and wash it down with wine. He is finished with his paintings for the exhibition and he's already starting on a new series but can't decide on a theme yet.

A little after midnight, you both decide that it's time for bed. He lends his oversized t-shirt for you to wear to bed and is a little surprised when you tell him that you usually sleep naked.

You talk all night talking about yourself and your job. You tell him that you started the job at the age of 21, went to a beauty school, and worked for a regular job for a few months, however, the pay wasn't as much as you expected so you returned to being a stripper.

From there, you built your own life and everyone around you. The money you got helped your mother's business and paid for your brother's college, you also mentioned how both of your parents are not supporting what you do but only your father decides to stop talking to you.

While your brother remains neutral and worries about you a lot in the most brotherly way.

You feel lighter for every piece of truth that you tell him and it's not scary as you thought, it feels liberating instead.

"When I first met you I just knew that you're not like the other girl," he says to you, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm.

"Is that a good thing?" You ask.

He softly chuckles, "what I mean by not like the other girl is that I felt a little intimidated by you."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "how is that so?"

He scrunches his nose as he thinks, "you give this impression that you are not one to be tamed and that you're this girl who runs free looking for someone who is just as wild to run with you."

He sucks air through his teeth as if just regretted his way of explaining things, "I'm bad with words," he says as he drops his head in your neck. But you get what he said, know that it means you're different to him and different doesn't always mean bad. From what you see from the way he said those, you know he meant it in the best way.

"You don't have this fantasy of dating a stripper, right?" You jokingly ask.

He suddenly lifts his head to look at you, "funny you said that," he props his elbow against the mattress and looks down at you, "I thought I'd never get to date someone," he reveals.

It baffles you so much to hear that because he got the look and the good personality, "Why?"

He subtly shrugs, "I don't know," he vaguely answers, "dating an artist can be difficult."

You don't want to take his words too seriously, that's just what people say and he said it himself, you're not just like the others.

"I don't see how you can be difficult," you tell him.

He holds your chin and swipes his thumb on your lower lip, "that's because you haven't seen that part of me yet."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" You ask with a daring smile.

He shrugs again, "only tell you what's most likely to come," he says, then he kisses you.

He wraps his hands around you and pulls you so close, so tight that there's barely any space between your bodies. He puts your hair to the side and places another kiss on your lips, a lingering one that makes you melt against him.

With his forehead presses against yours, he tightens his hold around you and says, "don't try to leave me again."

It's your fault that you made him think you'd leave in the morning again. You assure him with a deep kiss then say, "I'm not going anywhere."

You're no longer nervous going to the art gallery, not when it's Hyunjin's exhibition and he's been waiting for you.

Hyunjin is deep in a conversation with two people that you don't want to interrupt, however, his eyes instantly found you. He excuses himself to come to you, "I've been waiting for you," he says, doesn't hesitate to briefly kiss you on the lips.

"Congratulations!" You bring a bouquet of flowers for him and hand it to him.

"Thank you," he mutters and gives you another peck.

He then grabs your hand and shows you around, introducing you to a few of his friends along the way, "this is my girlfriend," he introduces.

You get flustered every time he said that and at the same time, feel a little small because he's cherished and admired by so many people.

There is no moment when you're not interrupted by people who wanted to talk to him, "You go ahead and talk to them," you say.

"But I'm not done showing you around," he says.

"That's okay. I can do it myself," you say and soften him with a kiss.

"It'll only take minutes," he says.

You smile to assure him that it's fine, "take your time, it's your night!" You remind him.

He brings your hand close to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand, "don't try to leave me again," he warns with a gentle squeeze on your hand.

"I won't," you say with an annoyed sigh.

He finally let go and leaves you alone to continue looking around the exhibition. Your brother said he'll be coming soon, you told him about going to Hyunjin's exhibition this morning and suddenly he wanted to come too.

He is probably curious more about Hyunjin than the paintings in the exhibition.

You almost choke on your drink when he taps your shoulder from the back, you quickly swallow it and greet him, "you're here!"

He gives you a quick hug, "sorry, the bus arrived late," he concisely explains.

You see someone else behind him and he immediately introduces him to you, "I'm coming with a friend," he says.

You offer your hand for a handshake and smile, "hi, I'm his sister," you say.

He smiles back at you and looks at something on your face that you start to wonder if you smudge your lipstick or something, "they look good on you," he says, pointing at your earrings.

You're wearing the gift from your brother that goes well with the black dress you're wearing tonight, "thank you. You have good eyes," you praise.

You exchange a glance with your brother then look back at his friend, recognizing that this is the friend that helped him picked the birthday gift for you and that tells you something.

"Let me show you around!" You offer.

Hyunjin finally joins after he finishes an interview with a local newspaper. You introduce your brother to him along with his friend which leads to the moment you take the turn to introduce him.

"This is my boyfriend," you say with a sheepish smile.

Hyunjin and your brother shake hands, exchanging pleasantries while they're at it, Hyunjin mostly asks about his paintings to your brother but he has just as little knowledge in art as you are.

Unfortunately, Hyunjin has to excuse himself again as he got called by someone, "I'm sorry," he regretfully says to you both.

He shakes hands with your brother once again, "thank you for coming," he says.

Before leaving he kisses you on the cheek which your brother reacted with a raised eyebrow, his friend excuses himself to get drinks while you both sit on the empty round sofa in the middle of the spacious room.

"Do you like him that much?" Your brother asks you.

"I do," you answer without a beat and you have never been this sure of an answer before.

He chuckles at your blunt and eager answer, "yeah, I can see that," he says.

He looks at you with a smile on his face, "you look radiant."

Here's the thing, you both argued a lot when you were younger but despite all that, he grew into such a loving and protective younger brother when it was supposed to be your role.

"Do you perhaps need something? A new laptop? Phone?" You jokingly ask and gently bump your shoulder with him.

"A new car?" He jokes back.

"Sure," you roll your eyes at him.

He then puts his hand on you, "I'm happy that you're happy," he says, "because I know you deserve it."

Words can't express how grateful you are to have someone who will always have your back especially when you share the same blood with that person. You rest your hand on his shoulder as you both are looking at the same painting of irises in a glass vase.

Hyunjin carries the flowers you gifted him in one hand while he's making his way toward you, he told you to wait in the car earlier as he finished a few things about his exhibition first.

"Hi,'" you say as you lean against his car, "can you give me a ride home?"

He ignores you and walks to the driver's side, "I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend," he says.

You softly chuckle, "I'm not going tell anyone," you say with a hushed voice.

Hyunjin carefully puts the bouquet in the backseat then gets inside the car, he pushes open the door to the passenger's side, "we have to hurry before my girlfriend finds out," he playfully says.

Hyunjin is surprisingly stunned to see your apartment, not only that it's bigger than his studio. Kitchen, living room, bedroom even the balcony, he gives you an impressed look because of how you keep the place neat.

The only reason everything is organized is that you don't have time to make a mess out of the place, "I only sleep at home," you tell him.

He stands in the middle of the living room and takes a look around, "I like it."

You take a stand in front of him, "then you should stay here," you subtly hint at what you've been wanting to ask him.

His ears perked up hearing that, "do you want me to?"

You nod.

He wraps his hands around you but you put them away, you take him to your bedroom, "I have a big bed too," you show off with a sly smile.

Hyunjin gives another impressed smile and nods, "I agree. The bed is big."

You walk toward the bed and turn to face him, "and it's comfortable too."

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Want to try?" You ask back to pique his interest.

He comes up to you but you stop him at arm's length, "I have one rule," you say, "just one rule!"

He tips his head to the side, intrigued.

"You're not allowed to wear any clothes on the bed," it won't be enough to tell him the rule and not show him how it's done. You strip all of your clothes off, tossing your underwear at him which he catches in his hand. He takes a sniff at it as he looks at your naked body on the bed.

You lie on your side and wait for him to join you, giving him the eyes and you know he'll soon catch the signal.

"You look comfortable," he says.

"I am," you say and prop a hand under your head.

Hyunjin tosses your underwear onto the floor to start unbuttoning his shirt and the rest of his clothing, he doesn't wait for your invite to join you, lying his body on top of you.

Everything seems to be aligned when you're together. Your bodies mold into each other's so perfectly like they're made as a pair. You've seen him hovering above you but what you discovered just now is how beautiful he looked under you.

"I know we're just getting started," you're tracing the outline of his face with your index finger as you speak, "and I like you so much."

Hyunjin is rubbing his knuckle up and down the arch of your back, his eyes locked in a gaze with yours, "and I like you as much," he lifts his head to place a quick peck on your lips, “if not more.”

You get a boost of confidence to continue talking from his kiss, "I want to fully commit to our relationship only if you wanted to do the same," you say even though you're aware of how demanding you sounded.

You prop a hand under your head and the other on his chest, "this is how I do and I hope you understand that I don't want to waste time on a meaningless relationship," you explain.

It's always going all in or nothing at all for you. When you're in a relationship, you're willing to put your all into it and you want your partner to do the same. It's either that or don't bother trying. Also, yeah, you're tired of being in a meaningless relationship.

"But I understand if you're not ready," you quickly add with a smile, "I'm sure you need time to think about it."

Hyunjin seems calm when most men usually freak out at the slightest mention of commitment. Then again, he is not most men. He takes a deep breath as he brushes your hair to the side and holds it there, "Let's do that."

It surprises you how easily he agreed to that, you're supposed to be happy but is it real? That he wants to do the same for you?

You playfully shove his shoulder and laugh, "seriously, take your time!”

He puts a hand on the back of your head, "do I look like I gave you a false answer?"

No, he's rather looking serious and looking so gorgeous doing it.

"Are you sure?" You ask because the ghosts of your past relationships are haunting you right now and you want the assurance that this is it. No more heartbreak.

He softly kisses you and says, "yes."

You've been dreaming of reaching the stars then one falls right onto your lap and he's perfect and loving and beautiful. He's the brightest star in the dark of your sky, Hyunjin.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you say while nodding.

“Let’s do this, together,” he rephrased your sentence.

When he slips his hands through the spaces between your fingers, the stars are aligned in that very moment because it feels like nothing but fate.

Hyunjin looked even more beautiful as you make love to him, moving your hips back and forth on top of him while listening to his low moans spilling out of his slightly parted open mouth.

"Oh, I like having you inside me," you breathlessly say to him as you put your hands on his gripping each side of your hips.

"You're perfect inside me," you moan at the end of the sentence, feeling him engorging inside you.

You slide your hands down to his forearms and hold them as support as you pick up the pace, moving faster than before. "close, mmh?"

Hyunjin doesn't answer but keeps groaning with his hands clawing on the flesh of your thighs. You don't need him to though, you already know he's close to his release from the way his cock keeps twitching inside you.

You move as fast as you can, sending him closer and closer to his edge until he lets go.

Hyunjin lets out a loud, raw moan as he cum and you start to slow down, collapsing on top of him. He smiles at you with his eyes closed, "I like you so much to be just like," he mumbles, too tired to speak clearly.

"What is it then?" You ask while giggling.

He puts his hands around you and pulls you closer, "I am deeply smitten," he says with a kiss on your forehead.

"Enamored," he adds with another kiss on your nose.

"Infatuated," he finishes with a long kiss on your lips.

Hyunjin flips you over, sending you under him and he hovers above you, lovingly caressing the side of your face with his hand that painted so many beautiful things.

"You have to know that from this second, I'll never let you go," he warns you.

That doesn't sound like a warning at all to you, that sounds like a promise, that sounds hopeful and makes you want to hold on to him more.

Hyunjin moved in with you two weeks later.

It’s a mutual decision with one condition: he's not allowed to pay rent. You argue about that because he keeps insisting on paying half of the rent with you.

"I can't allow you that," you persist, shaking your head at him.

He tries to soften you by holding you close and sweetly talking to you, "we live here together therefore we should pay the rent together," he says.

You shake your head again, "but it's my apartment."

"I know," he shortly replies.

"I mean, I already bought it so why would you bother paying rent?" You ask with a shrug.

His eyebrows knitted together and forms a questioning face, when it finally registered to him, he exclaims, "oh!"

You put your hands on his chest and smile, "You'd better use the money to keep your studio," you suggest.

"Should I?" he asks you as if he needs your permission to use his money.

You don't want to keep him away from his work and he should do it in a separate space, so he can fully focus and not be distracted, “yes, you should!”

It's only time until the two of you form a routine, you wake up in the morning to cook and eat breakfast together, and Hyunjin would go to his studio while you take a few hours of nap. Sometimes you go to work early but many times, you leave after having dinner with him. A few times, Hyunjin stays until late at night in his studio and come home the next morning.

You rarely see him but being with him even just for an hour puts you at ease, coming home never felt this good before despite having to find him already sleeping. You'll quietly get under the cover and give him a goodnight kiss to eventually join him in dreamland.

There's also one of those days when you feel like staying home with him or taking a day off just to have a date, meet some of his friends, and take trips to the art museums.

Never in your life have you dreamed of having a boyfriend that makes you the happy from the moment you open your eyes to the last of your day. But in each of that happy moment, there's that drop of fear that pain will soon replace it.

"Is it okay for me to be this happy?"

“Where is this coming from?" He asks with a slow caress on your head.

You slip your hand under his arm and hold him, "it's just that... this happiness... I'm afraid that it will be taken away from me soon."

He puts his forehead against yours and softly kisses the tip of your nose, "you think I would let that happen?"

Not when he's the source of happiness, just one look at his face and all of your weariness evaporated into thin air. Not only that, he's your source of strength and support.

He kisses your neck and jaw, "I'll try to always make you happy," he assures you.

At that moment, you realized he wants the same thing from you, that he wants you to be that person who does all that for him. Suddenly, you don't want to be afraid anymore, you want to be brave and strong for him.

"I'll always be happy when I'm with you," you tell him.

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