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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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Seeking Forgiveness [Part Five]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: The part you've probably all been waiting for is finally here and I'm dying to see reactions to this one! Also, I have no idea why tags aren't working for a couple of you, I tried a few times to get them to work but I blame tumblr, I'm sorry! As always, Feedback is always appreciated!

Lying in bed with your sheets pulled up to your chin, it felt like the entire room around you was spinning. Even with your eyes clamped tightly shut, you could feel that uncomfortable churning in your stomach, that dizzying sensation making it feel like your bed was rocking back and forth on the ocean. You’d been lying there for at least a half an hour now, practically begging the higher powers above to give you just one night where you could fall straight to sleep without feeling like you were going to be sick.

Your morning sickness had only gotten worse now that you were entering the ninth week. And you absolutely hated the deceiving term of 'morning sickness' considering the fact that you’d thrown up a handful of times over the past few days now, and most of those times were not in the morning. It affected you on and off throughout the day, and almost always hitting you as you were relaxing and trying to fall asleep.

That telltale feeling quickly began to creep back up on you, your saliva pooling in your mouth. You winced, groaning and burying your face into your pillow as you swallowed, hoping to stop what was about to come. But the saliva only pooled more along your tongue as you felt your stomach give an uncomfortable lurch. The contents within it abruptly surged their way upwards with barely any warning.

Kicking your sheets off of yourself, you tossed your legs over the side of your bed. You threw a hand over your mouth as you hurried out of the bedroom, racing across the hall to your bathroom. You’d barely managed to flip the light on before dropping down to your knees in front of your toilet. Lifting the seat up and lowering your face above the bowl, you began to violently empty your stomach.

By the time you’d finished retching, you pathetically slumped on the floor before the toilet, running a hand across your sweat-dampened forehead. Groaning miserably, your eyes closed as you cringed at the disgusting taste in your mouth. Though thankfully the longer you sat on the cool tile of your bathroom floor, the more your nausea and dizziness began to subside.

“This is such bullshit,” you moaned to yourself. “Why does every part of this have to be so awful?”

It was a few minutes that you sat hunched on the floor in front of the toilet before you finally felt like you weren’t going to be sick again. Gradually you pushed yourself up from the bathroom floor, making your way over to your sink. Picking up your toothbrush from its holder, you got it wet and covered it in toothpaste before you began to vigorously brush the disgusting taste from your mouth. At least now that you’d gotten sick and gotten that out of your system, you could hopefully get comfortable in bed and fall asleep this time. That’s how things had gone the last few nights at least; the nausea seemed to disappear once you finally got sick.

Finished brushing your teeth, you rinsed off your toothbrush and put it away. After, you turned off the faucet and dried your face and hands on the nearby towel. Exhausted, you stepped out of the bathroom, flipping off the light as you went, but you’d barely reached your bedroom before you froze at the sound of your name being spoken through the silence of your apartment.

Fear shot through you immediately, the hair bristling on the back of your neck as you spun on your heel. A soft, surprised gasp slipped out of your lips when you spotted Daredevil standing just at the edge of your hallway, the faint light trickling past the curtain-covered windows in your living room casting dark shadows across his masked face.

You stood there in shock for a moment, trying to comprehend the fact that Matt was even here in your apartment. He’d called you again just earlier today, but you’d once again refused to answer your phone for him. And now here he was, just letting himself into your apartment like he always used to do. As if he was still welcome here. The thought of that had your anger soon reigniting within you, your hands curling into fists at your sides. You saw the way Matt stiffened in response, clearly picking up on the sudden shift in your mood.

“So you think you can just break into my apartment now, do you?” you hissed. “After everything?”

“I came here to talk,” he replied, an edge to his tone. “Because you certainly weren’t answering your phone. I’ve been trying to call you for weeks.”

A bitter laugh fell out of you, your arms coming to cross over your chest in agitation. You ignored the way your breasts ached at the gesture, too angry to care about that.

“Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you after the way you ended things,” you shot back. “Maybe that’s why I wasn’t answering your calls, Matthew .”

The corner of his lip curled back at your words and the way you’d shot his full name out at him, as if it had physically hurt him as he winced in pain. Good, you hoped the bite in your words hurt. He deserved it after how he’d hurt you.

He opened his mouth to respond, but you saw him close it again almost immediately. His head canted to the side, the gesture which you knew meant he’d picked up on something with his senses. A different kind of fear rippled through you next, wondering just what he’d noticed.

“Are you sick?” he asked, his tone softening.

You scoffed at the question, shaking your head. So he’d noticed you’d been throwing up. You hoped the smell of your sick lingering in the air would send him away. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have right now; all you wanted to do was go to sleep. You were exhausted from your work week on top of everything else, you didn’t need a vigilante ex-boyfriend breaking and entering on a Thursday night just to fight with you.

“No, I’m not sick,” you snapped. “Not that you’d care anyway.”

“Of course I’d care,” he immediately disagreed.

“Sure as shit didn’t care when you ended things,” you spat back. “Couldn’t care enough to give me a single evening of your time. So don't tell me you suddenly care now, Matthew .”

Matt’s body went rigid, something dark crossing his masked features. A bit of the Devil was peeking through right now, you could see that. Because you’d touched a nerve of some sort.

“I wasn’t the one who ended things,” he replied, his voice rough and low. “ You did that. I came here to apologize for how I’d treated you that night and for all those times I’d broken promises to you. That’s why I’m here.”

Your brows shot up onto your forehead in shock, your mouth falling open. He thought you had ended things? With everything he’d been doing, all the promises he’d broken and the way he’d slammed that door on his way out that night–he had the audacity to claim you broke up with him ? Your fury only coiled tighter as you glared back at Matt, shoulders squaring as you held your ground, desperate to unleash the pain you’d been holding back for weeks.

“ I didn’t end the relationship, Matt,” you retorted, tears brimming in your eyes. “That was entirely on you when you chose to walk out that goddamn door and put Hell’s Kitchen over me. Like you did night after fucking night. For weeks . Because that’s all you fucking care about, isn’t it? This goddamn city. When it comes right down to it, you’d choose this city over me. That’s what you proved to me, Matthew."

Inhaling a sharp breath as you saw his lips thin out along his face at your accusation, you realized you couldn’t stop the words that were about to come flying out of you. Because for weeks now you'd wanted to hurl them at him like knives, hoping they’d hit their mark and wound him.

“You did this, Matthew,” you growled, pointing a firm, accusatory finger at his chest as that rage and pain finally loosed itself on your tongue. “You abandoned me–abandoned us . That is on you.”

“I didn’t abandon–” he began, stopping almost instantly.

His head yet again canted to the side and you swore you could almost hear his thoughts suddenly racing.

“What?” he asked sharply. “ Us ?”

There was a pause that followed his question, Matt’s entire body frozen on the spot–until his head abruptly shifted. You watched as his head tilted a few different times in confusion, his lips twisting beneath the hard line of his mask. And then the red lenses of his mask finally found their focus–fixed on your abdomen. His mouth fell open in shock as he stood there speechless, the tension quickly leaving his body as if he'd lost all of his fight in that instant.

"You're–you're pregnant?" he breathed out.

"Yes, I am," you answered.

As he continued to openly gawk, your arms lowered, wrapping protectively over your stomach. Matt took a cautious, hesitant step towards you, his gloved hand reaching out. Though he promptly stopped himself in his tracks, his hand frozen and left hovering between the pair of you.

"Why did you never say anything?" he asked softly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

A humorless bark of laughter flew out of you at that. What a ridiculous question to ask. As if you hadn't made an attempt to tell him.

"I tried to tell you," you said bitterly. "That night I practically begged you to stay with me, Matt. The night you walked out that door and chose Hell’s Kitchen instead. After that, I hadn't been able to bring myself to talk to you. Couldn’t look at you and tell you."

His hand that had been hovering in the space between you both continued its way up, pulling the mask from his head and revealing his stunned expression and mussed hair. There wasn't an ounce of anger anywhere on his features in the dark, his sightless eyes still fixed on your abdomen. Most likely tuned into the small, fast heartbeat there.

"I–I didn't know," he choked out, shaking his head. "I am… so sorry, sweetheart."

"Don't," you warned him, eyes narrowing. "Don't call me that, Matt. I'm not your sweetheart ," you bit out. "I'm not any of that to you anymore."

Matt visibly shrunk back, wincing at your words. His gloved hands nervously fidgeted with the mask he held between them both as you saw his throat bob with a hard swallow.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, his face contorting with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I was–was such an asshole. You didn't deserve that. Any of it."

"No, I didn't," you agreed. "You turned into a different person, Matt. One I didn't recognize. But maybe that’s who you really are."

"I thought you were trying to give me an ultimatum," he confessed, his voice tight with emotion. "That night. That's what I thought. That you were going to tell me I had to pick you or Daredevil and I–I was hurt and angry. Because I thought you knew I couldn't give that part of myself up completely. I thought you’d accepted that side of me."

"I would never have done that," you told him. "You certainly need to learn how to compromise and how to figure out what is truly a priority, Matt, but I would never have forced you to choose one or the other. Because I loved you for all of you. I'd always told you that."

"I know, you're right," he said, nodding quickly as he took another step closer. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I fucked up, I know I did. And I'm sorry. So incredibly sorry. You deserve better and I want to make it up to you. To fix things."

You shook your head, taking a step back from Matt. His face fell instantly at the physical distance, his eyes pinching tight.

"You can't fix this, Matt," you told him, waving a hand between the pair of you. "You walked out on me–on us. You'd been breaking promise after promise to me for weeks. I don't trust you anymore, don't you get that?"

"What do you mean?" he whispered, his face twisting in pained confusion. "Of course you can trust me. I love you. I'd never hurt you. Either of you."

You grimaced at the way he said he loved you, your heart constricting in your chest. What you wouldn't give for the situation to be different, to be able to have those words not feel like shards of glass tearing you open as they came out of his mouth.

"I don't trust that you'll do what you say," you countered. "I don't trust that you'll be there for me when I need you. I don't trust that anything else could ever mean more to you than this city, Matt. We would only ever come second, and that's not enough."

In the dim light coming from your living room windows behind Matt, you could see the glisten of tears in his eyes. His face further scrunched up as he tried to fight back his tears, roughly shaking his head at you.

"That's not true," he said softly, the words breaking. "That could never be true."

He sniffled loudly, the sound shattering your heart even further. As angry as you'd been at him and as much as you'd wanted to hurt him for weeks now, actually seeing him so emotionally distraught didn't make you feel any better. If anything you just felt worse about this entire disappointing situation. His actions had only left you both broken and lonely.

"I'd never pick anything before you or my own child," he assured you. " Never ."

A few tears slipped down your cheeks, the warmth of them a noticeable contrast to the cool air of your apartment. Your arms hugged your abdomen tighter as your lips trembled.

"I don't believe you, Matt," you whispered.

His face tightened further, a choked sob falling out of him. You grimaced at the sight, your own tears starting to fall faster. It felt like your heart was breaking all over again right now having this conversation. Having to tell him the things you knew you needed to.

"I would never keep you from your child, Matt," you began slowly, trying to keep your voice steady, "but I'll be the one raising this baby. Alone."

"No," he disagreed quickly, shaking his head at you. "No, don't say that. You won't do this alone. I want to be here for you. I want to be a part of this. To do this together ."

Jaw tightening, your fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline. You wanted that, you really did, but not after what he’d put you through for the past few weeks. You couldn’t handle navigating pregnancy and raising a young child with a father who was unreliable, always in and out of the picture at their own leisure. That would only make things worse, and it would only hurt you and eventually this child more.

“We can’t, Matt,” you said, forcing the words out. “I can’t depend on you. And if I can’t depend on you–if I can’t trust that you’ll be there when we need you–then I don’t want that. Because you’ll only cause more pain.”

You bit your lip, struggling to get the words out as you watched Matt crumple to his knees before you. He was openly weeping now, each strangled sob only causing your heart to ache further. There was no pleasure to be gained in watching how broken he looked right now, bent in half on his knees before you with tears streaming down his face, but you knew this was what you needed to do.

“If the responsibilities of a committed relationship were already too much for you,” you continued, voice cracking on a few words, “then I don’t think you’re ready to be a father, Matt. Not like that. Not now, at least.”

“Sweetheart, don’t,” he choked out. “Please.”

Eyes snapping shut at his plea, you couldn’t look at him as you forced yourself to finish what you knew you had to tell him. It was for the best in the end.

“I’m nine weeks along,” you told him, eyes still clamped shut. “So there’s–there’s not really anything for you to be a part of at the moment, Matt.” Swallowing hard, you tried to ignore the way it felt like someone was squeezing your heart. “I don’t need your help with anything. And maybe–maybe farther along we can set something up for you to occasionally hear the baby or feel their movements, but until they’re born…there’s not really anything more for you here right now.”

“Don’t say that,” he begged. “Please don’t say that. I’ll fix this! I promise I’ll fix it!”

You swiftly turned around, burying your face in your hands. Telling Matt all of this pained you far more than you imagined it would. It didn’t help that there was a small part of you that felt like you might’ve been making a mistake. That somewhere in the back of your mind there was a small voice wanting you to turn back around and give him another chance. To let him try to prove himself. To see if he could fix things.

But you ignored that voice, shoving it far away. He’d walked out on you. What you were doing now was not the same.

“Please leave, Matt,” you whispered.

You didn’t wait for a response before you stepped into your bedroom, closing the door behind you and hurrying over to your bed. Climbing into it, you threw the blankets over yourself, burying your face in the pillow and trying to muffle the sound of your crying. In the hallway you heard Matt slowly rise to his feet, his sobs still audible to you in the bedroom. But he didn’t follow after you. Instead, you heard him make his way out to your living room, sliding a window open as he stepped out onto your fire escape. Then you heard the soft thump of your window closing after him.

That’s when you let yourself openly weep, crying into your pillow until you eventually cried yourself to sleep.

Furious at himself, Matt slammed the door to his roof access behind himself with a sharp bang that echoed loudly throughout his apartment. Tearing his helmet from off of his head, he stormed over to the stairs before he stomped his way down them, his boots landing with a heavy thud along each step. At the bottom, overcome with sheer rage, he threw his helmet forcefully from his hands with a roar. He heard the way it flew across the room and skidded along the floor before slamming loudly into the radiator.

Matt began to tear his gloves from his hands after, his chest heaving with fury and shame and despair. He threw each glove roughly onto the floor next beside his boots, pissed at himself. Pissed at Daredevil. Pissed at everything.

You were pregnant. That’s what you’d been wanting to tell him that night. And like the fucking piece of shit he was–self-sabotaging as Foggy always told him–he’d yelled at you. Pushed you away. Abandoned you. And all you’d wanted was him. For him to be there for you.

And he hadn’t even given you something so goddamn simple as that.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly.

In his agitation, he began to pace the length of his apartment like a feral cat. His hands were in his hair, roughly tugging at the strands as more tears slipped down his cheeks. He had fucked things up far more than he’d realized. But knowing that you were carrying his child? How was he supposed to let that go?

He loved you. Truthfully he loved you more than the city he swore to protect, even if he’d been an absolute asshole when it came to showing that to you lately. Because you were right. His actions hadn’t shown that you were his priority.

With an enraged growl Matt’s hands darted out, grabbing onto his kitchen table and violently flipping it over. Everything on it clattered noisily to the floor, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was fuming and too far gone in his thoughts. He could feel the Devil’s wrath inside of himself, begging him to be released. He could hear the Devil’s voice telling him that he did this to himself. That he got what he deserved. That he’d never be good enough for you or anyone. That he’d be a terrible father.

Gritting his teeth roughly together, his breathing came in sharp and hard. His hands landed on his hips as his eyes clamped shut, the muscles jumping in his cheeks as he tried to quiet that voice in his head.

Because no. That was wrong.

Exhaling a rough breath, he tried to regain his composure. You deserved better, that was true. He hadn’t been treating you the way he should’ve been before things had ended. That was on him. But you and his unborn child deserved better. And he was going to give you both that.

So that’s what he would do. He’d find a way to fix things. To prove how wrong you were about him not wanting to be a father and about him not loving you more than Hell’s Kitchen. To find a way to get you to trust him again, feel capable of depending on him. And while he knew he couldn’t give up the Devil, he knew he could learn to compromise. To truly be there for you. And he’d do whatever it took for however long it took for you to trust him again. Because you and that baby were his family.

You and that baby were his.

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miss-sturn · 10 months ago

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Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo P1

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 1: prank calls

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

a/n: I've kept this post in the drafts for ages, and I've finally added the finishing touches (after consulting many wise writers)!

shoutout to those who have helped my clueless ass: @freshloveforthefit, @vanteguccir , @bernardsbendystraws ty!

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The steam enveloped her as she stepped out of the shower, tendrils of mist clinging to her skin. The dim light of the bathroom cast long shadows across the tiles, creating an eerie ambiance.

Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the evening ahead. She and her boyfriend, Matt, had plans to attend a party later that night. Little did she know, it would be a fateful decision.

As she reached for a towel, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, prickling at the back of her neck.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of the old telephone shattered the silence, echoing through the small apartment. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the receiver, a sense of foreboding tightening in her chest. But curiosity compelled her to answer, her fingers trembling as she lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Hello, speaking?" Her voice wavered slightly, uncertainty lacing her words.

She had an inkling that it could be the assholes from high school, who had been bombarding her with useless prank calls.

Silence greeted her at first, followed by the crackling static on the other end of the call.

Confusion clouded her thoughts, and she hesitated, unsure of whether to hang up or not. Before she could gather her thoughts, the phone rang again, more insistent this time. With a sigh, she answered, curious.

"Listen up, jackass, I told you to stop with these prank calls!" she exclaimed, frustrated.

On the other end of the line, there's a brief pause before the low, mysterious voice responds, "Prank calls? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what's coming for you."

The words send a shiver down her spine, but she brushes it off, convinced it's just some sick joke. Yet, there's something in the caller's tone that felt eerily familiar.

Ignoring her unease, she retorts, "Yeah, right. You think you can scare me? Think again, loser." With a defiant click, she hangs up the phone, dismissing the caller as nothing more than a nuisance.

But as she wraps herself tighter in the towel, the feeling of being watched intensifies. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, sends a chill down her spine.

Then, just as she's about to dismiss it as her imagination running wild, the phone rings again, its shrill tone cutting through the silence of her apartment. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly picks it up.

"Alright, prankster, what do you want now?" she snaps, her irritation palpable.

The voice on the other end is calm, almost amused. "Just curious, sweetheart. What's your favorite scary movie?"

Her confusion deepens. "What? Who is this?" she demands, her heart pounding in her chest.

But the caller ignores her question, pressing on with his inquiry. "Come on now, don't be shy. Everyone's got a favorite. What's yours, y/n?"

How could this person on the phone know her name? Every instinct screamed at her to hang up, to run away from this unsettling situation.

As her mind raced with fear and confusion, her thoughts began to drift to her boyfriend, Matt, and the upcoming party.

"I- "How do you know my name?" She manages to stammer out, her voice trembling with unease, "I never told you my name..." She trails off, horror covering every part of her face.

"Tell me about yourself." the caller breathes, simply ignoring my frustrated panic.

"Why do you want to know about me?" she shrieks in fear.

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

Her eyes widen in fear as she spins around, the constant dread of being watched intensifying. "What did you say?" she demands, her voice trembling with unease.

"I said I want to know who I'm talking to."

"That's not what you said." she slowly replies, unsure.

"What do you think I said?" the caller chuckles in malice.

Her heart skipped a beat, the question sending a shiver down her spine. "I don't want to talk anymore." she uttered, the words barely audible over the line.

With a jolt of terror, she flung the phone receiver down, the sharp clatter echoing in the silent room.the lights flickered and died, plunging the apartment into darkness. Panic clawed at her throat as she fumbled for her phone, the silence around her suffocating.

And in that moment of darkness, with the echoes of the mysterious caller still lingering in her mind, she knew that she was not alone.

But what she didn't know was that her boyfriend, Matt, was hiding a dark secret, one that would soon unravel in a horrific and tragic way at the party they were about to attend...

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed it!! (part 2??)

#ghostface #scream movie #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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ace-and-the-mystery-of-yourmom · 8 months ago

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Don't break Izana Kurokawa's favourite mug! Or do... who knows?

Izana Kurokawa x M!Reader

This is the first story on this account and i am very happy to post it. I hope you can forgive me any spelling mistakes for i am not from an english speaking country and therefore am not as good at it as i would like to.

WARNING(S): cursing, slightly suggestive, some weird shit over-all tbh,

"Oh, fuck off, will you?" You were already pissed off, but he just had to tick you off even more.

"No." He was so used to getting whatever he wants. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, so you DO know what that means?!" At this point, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming at the guy. He was getting on your nerves for about a week now. All because he saw you beat some guy up and decided he wants you in his gang.

"Join-" You didn't let him finish.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" You jelled and turned around to leave right after.

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"He really doesn"t want to join us. It's a shame, he is a great fighter." The blonde said as he walked through the door.

"Mikey, leave the guy alone. You're turning into a damn stalker." The tallee male said, used to his friend's antics.

"But Ken-chin~" Mikey whined, latching onto Draken and shaking him.

"OI, QUIT IT" He tried to take him off of himself, but couldn't. Mikey was like a really determinated koala.

"STOP IT, YOU'RE GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT!" The tall teen was screaming at his friend.

"You barely have any anyway! It won't be a big loss!" Mikey exclaimed happily, still not letting go of his vice-president's hair.

"Hey! Mikey, Draken, cut it out!" Both boys turned their heads towards the entrance of Mikey's room in pure fear. They feared that were louder then they thought and woke Emma up. An angry Emma is a terryfying Emma.

"Oh, Emma, sorry. Did we wake you up?" Draken was the first to say anything while mikey simply let go of his friend, just standing there like a sculpture with wide eyes.

"Yes. Yes you did. Do you have any idea what hour it is? I need rest! I promised Hina-chan to go to the mall with her." Emma definietely wasn't in a good mood. The scowl on her face only deepened when her brother tried to make his way towards the window to escape her anger.

"And where are YOU going, Mikey? Get back here!" Yes, this defenietely wasn't his day, was it?

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"Ahhh, this is relaxing" A soft whisper escaped your mouth as you laid in the bathtub. After a long day like this one you defenitely needed this. That blondie who kept bothering you everyday for the past week really stressed you out. You were wondering why the actual fuck wouldn't he understand that you don't want to be a part of his gang. Like, man, can't you take a motherfucking hint.

"OI, (NAME)!" You heard a familiar voice. Your face imidiately fell.

What the hell is it now? You asked yourself, not caring enough to get out of your little heaven.

And soon enough three men practically fell into your bathroom, panting as if they just ran a marathon. You suppose they have fucked up again and HE was on their asses.

"Again?" You asked no one in particular. The monotone tone of your voice wasn't a shock to them. At this point it was an everyday thing, so you were used to this. In all honesty, it was almost getting boring.

"(Name)! Please! Plea-!" Finishing the sentence wasn't his fate today, huh?

"You HAVE to help us! He's gonna kill us this time." They desperately pleaded. They looked pathetic.

"Have? It's quite a strong word, especially considering your..." You looke them up and down. "... situation."

"(Name)-" Maybe Ran should all together give up speaking today.

On Ran's back fell your beloved bathroom door, crushing the poor guy on the cold matte black, tiled flooor. Rindou and Shion, who were lucky enough to miss the heavy, oak door by mere milimeters were scrambling on the floor like cockroaches, afraid to even look back at HIM.

"Here comes the star of the show." You say, bored of their antics already.

"YOU FUCKERS, HERE YOU ARE" Oh, he was furious. Yup, they're completely F U C K E D.

"God, did yo mama not have more of you or what?" You sigh rhetorically to no-one in particular.

"Huh-" Now that an interesting reaction, hehe.

Izana's face turned crimson red as his gaze was fixed on you. Has he never seen a man taking a bath after a lomg day or what?

"Hello to you too, boss." This was gonna be fun-

...

Nevermind.

Only a loud ass thump could be heard as the great Kurokawa Izana fell to the floor with wide eyes and blood rushing from his nose. Guess he really has never seen anyone taking a bath before. Oh well, his loss.

"..." Rindou was speechless to say the least.

"Now that's an unexpected turn of events" Said Shion as Ran could only show a thumb up from underneath the door.

"God, what did you even do for him to freak out on you like THAT." You move your arms around pointing at this whole mess around you.

Before Ran even got to find the right words, Rindou interrupted him. "I FOR ONE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-" "shut up, i've had enough of your shouting" "Sorry..."

"Um... well, uh-" This guy really wasn't god's favourite, was he.

When Rindou was busy being embarassed of his behavious, Ran took a chance to speak again. "As i was saying-" Well, try to at least. "IT WAS ALL RAN'S FAULT!" Shion was quick to cut him off. "I was just minding minding my own damn business, when he came to the kitchen and decided to pick a fight with me!"

"OHHHH HELL NAH! YOU'RE NOT GONNA PUT ALL OF THIS ON ME-" well at least he got to finish one sentence, right? Madarame threw himself at Ran, who just barely got out from under that cursed door and they started to bicker and fight.

"They broke Izana's favourite coffee mug." Rindou, the only somewhat sane one here, explained. "Tha one-" "Yes, the exact one that was gifted to him by Shinichiro."

"Ouuhhh, they fucked up big this time." You frown as if you were the one who would get their bones rearranged. "Yup."

"How did you get into their shit tho?" You raise your brow at him.

"I might have been the one who left it on the table..." You look at him as if he grew another head. It was common knowledge not to touch it. "Shhhh.... noone needs to know, and they're too busy blaming eack other."

"Anyway, Imma go and get myseld some ice cream from the fridge, want some?" He started heading for the (lack of the) door. "No, thanks."

🏳️‍🌈

"I am not even going to question this" Kakucho looked so done with this shit.

"Good. Save your sanity for later." You wish you could do so too. Your life would be so much more peaceful, but of course, you've got to be a nosy asshole.

"Sooooo..." Mochi started "what the fuck do we do with him?" He said gesturing at an unconsious Izana. "We can't let him just lay here forever."

"Why not?" Yeah, why not. For once you agree with Hanma (ew). It's so much more peaceful this way. "I think we should enjoy ourselves while he's not on pur asses about tenjiku." For once Ran gets it. Maybe his brain isnt pea-sized in the end? Hmm... Peanut-sized, then?

"Let's just wake him up, he's probably gonna be angry if we don't anyway." Okay??? That'd be a problem for the future.

"Kakucho, how the hell do you even wanna do that?!?" Shion asking a valid question? Someone write it done in their calendar! Quick!

"That's the problem-" Sorry Kaku, you're gonna share Ran's fate. "No-one has the balls here to try anyway" You say. "Why not just go do whatever you have to do and let him wake up on his own. It's most logical." You shrug.

"What if he doesn't wake up on time and misses his favourite tv series though?" Fuck. Mucho's got a point.He'd kill you all if you let that happen.

"Alright..." You move your sleeves up to your elbows. "Everyone get ready." "Huh-" Confusion. Confusion everywhere. "What do you-"

SLAP!!!

"..."

And before anyone registered what just happpened you have ready bolted through the door and were long gone, as if you were never there in the first place.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"Who. Has. Just. Slapped. Me." Izana was looking at them with a stare so manacing, that if eyes could kill, they'd be dead 3 time already and then roasted and served with aplles like a turkey.

"Who had the FUCKING AUDACITY to slap me just now." Sorry not sorry. You had to put yourself first..🤷

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Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Ran, Hanma and Madarame were looking at you with absolute fire in their eyes as you were patching them up. Kisaki was on the side, thanking whatever god has given his mother the idea to host a family dinner exacly when she did and Kakucho stood on Izana's right side.

"Why did i get caught in the cross fire WHEN I HAVE JUST BEEN STANDING TO THE SIDE!" Boohoo what and injustice. You wish you could say it outloud, but you don't need to dig your grave any further. It's already quite deep

"Hanma, do you want another black eye?" Uh oh. In the end, Izana hasn't calmed down yet. Now you were 100% sure you needed to keep your mouth as shut as possible.

"Izana, calm down. Tenjiku need fully able members and if you beat them up too much they won't be able to fight and [...]" Kakucho started panicing as he listed reasons as to why it's not a good idea to beat Hanma or anyone else up.

Meanwhile the Haitanis started whispering among themselves "I still can't believe Kakucho got out without a scratch." "I mean, he is Izana's right hand man so-"

"FINE." And on as if on cue, everyone, including stressed Kakucho, has let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "But i still want to know who the hell had thw balls to slap me." Fuck. You knew it. There was no way you'd get out of this alive and well. It was too good to be true.

"No-one wants to come out and-" "I'm gay." You cut him off while putting your hands up in the air in a 'i give up' gesture. "Here, you've got the coming out you wanted." At this point you were praying (yes, even if you aren religius, let's be honest, Izana'd scary when angry/crazy) that your attempt at changing the topic would work.

"..."

"So like, wanna fuck?" Ran raised he eyebrows up and down as Rindou gave an... interesting proposition to say the least.

"Pfft! Ahhaaayhayea!" There it was, if you didn't know Shion, you'd think a hiena has somehow gotten into your house. (yep, yall are all at your house, let's say it's a common hangout spot for the tenjiku crew for the sake of this story) It was eerie how similar he was to a hiena, now that you think about it.

"Uhh... Congratulations, (Name)?" Kakucho was BAFFLED. Definietely not what he was expecting.

"What the actual FUCK. That's is not what i wanted to ask AT ALL." When the initial shock went by, Izana was back on track looking for the person guilty of leaving a big, red hand print on his face. Ypu shocked yourself with how hard you could hit someone, especially since it's beem an hour and his cheek is still red as ever.

"Okay, fine! It was me wha slapped the shit outta you! Happy?!" You finally surrender, unable to hide that you're guilty.

"Oh yeah? In that case we've got to talk a little, don't you think?" His tone of voice was fucking scary. Someone save you, please.

You looked at everone as Izana held your wrist in his hand and started heading to your room, but suddenly everyone was busy.

Mucho was brushing his hair with his hand, which is impressive how he was still able to with that balding head of his. Mochizuki was rebraiding his lil sad rat tail, as if he could save it from looking shitty (he couldn't). Rindou was checking the time. Most normaln of them all award goesto him. Shion was just being Shion. Theres not much to say, other then that he looked higher then the fucking sky, but always does so it's alright. Kakucho has a suspicious smirk on his face as he sent you a wink and Ran..

... Ran was checking if his dick is still in it's place.

Overall, there was no saving your ass from this. Amen.

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"You think they know we can hear them?" Ran asked his brother, trying not to scowl too much at the sound he was hearing. "With all that moaning? Yeah, i'm pretty sure at least Izana is aware of that." Just as he said that a loud whine could be heard through the whole apartament.

"The neighbours are so going to complain. God, i almost feel bad for them" Almost, because Kakucho knew damn well that this was gonna happen one way or another, and just decided to give you guys a little push.

It's not his fault that push has required the Haitanis and Shion breaking Izanas favourite mug, and then with Izana on their tail running into the bathroom where you were relaxing.

Then after that he didn't even need to do much, it all went down on it's own.

"I should have been a full-time cupid instead of joining a gang."

#izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x male reader #tokyo revengers izana #tokyo revengers x male reader #izana #izana x reader #tokyo revengers #x male reader

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loud-sturniolos · 10 months ago

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Soulmates, pt.1

A Matthew Sturniolo fic✨

Summary: Your best friend/roommate is an influencer and decides to throw a huge party, parties aren’t your thing, but what happens when a familiar boy stumbles into your bedroom?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, swearing, mentions of doing drugs/getting high, reader and Matt smoke, a few uses of Y/N

Tropes: Age gap (2 years), slow burn romance, friends to lovers, possible forbidden love(toxic fans), soulmates(obviously)

A/N: I’ve had writers block for AGES so this may be bad😞 I’ve also never written a series sooo..

11:00PM, 8th May

The party your roommate had been planning for weeks was now in full swing, lots of influencers, big and small, scattered across the large house. The music was blasting, everybody was at least a bit tipsy, and a few were getting high, including your roommate.

You decided it was a bit too much, so you slowly shifted your way through the hundreds of drunks and headed upstairs to the third floor where your bedroom was located, and where nobody was meant to be. Of course, a few people were up there making out, but not many.

Opening your bedroom door, you headed in and shut it behind you, then quickly changed into something more comfortable rather than your tight dress and heels. You made your way towards the bathroom attached to your bedroom, grabbing some wipes to scrub off your makeup.

You’d only had about 2 drinks, you weren’t drunk, but definitely a bit tipsy.

As you finished wiping off your makeup for the night, you put the wipes back into a drawer then went back into your bedroom, over to your nightstand to get out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, before walking over to your window, climbing out of it and settling yourself onto the roof.

As you carefully placed the cigarette into your mouth and lit it, the familiar burning sensation now in your throat, you looked up at the peaceful night sky, the only sound being the muffle of music from the party.

Taking out the cigarette and blowing out the smoke, you heard a small click of your bedroom door being opened and closed. Confused, you turned to look and saw a familiar YouTuber, Matthew Sturniolo, now stood in your bedroom.

Your eyes tracing carefully over his figure, whilst his eyes traced over everything in your bedroom, then your eyes met. A shy smile tugged at the boys lips, “Sorry.. I know people aren’t allowed up here, I just needed a quick break.” he said in a slightly awkward voice, making a small smirk creep onto your lips. “s’fine. You can come sit here with me,” you offered, opening your window more and signalling for him to come sit on the roof with you, “Only if you want, though.”

Matt happily obliged and made his way over to your window, slowly climbing out of it and sitting on the roof 2 feet away from you. Glancing at the lit cigarette between your index and middle finger, he watched as you placed it between your plump lips.

“You got another I could have?” He abruptly asked, making your eyes dart back towards him, before you nodded and handed him your pack of cigarettes and lighter. Your eyes were completely fixed on his slender fingers as they pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, before cupping his hand at the end of it to block the slight breeze as he lit it.

“You’re Matt, right? One of the Sturniolo triplets?” You asked, earning a grin and nod from the brunet. “Yup. And you are?” “Oh, I’m Y/N.” “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He muttered under his breath before taking another drag of his cigarette, smirking as he watched your eyes widen ever so slightly once you had comprehended what he said.

“Soo.. where are your brothers?” You queried as curiosity got the best of you, but you only managed to earn a shrug from the boy.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, until Matt finally spoke up again, “What’s your insta?” You quickly pulled out your phone after stubbing out your cigarette on the roof tiles next to you, scrolling to find Instagram before showing him your profile. Matt smiled and took out his own phone, looking back and forth between the devices as he typed out your username before clicking onto your profile and following you back. And then it was back to comfortable silence.

It was now around midnight, you and Matt both looked down off the roof to see a lot of the party starting to leave as the music quieted down. As you opened your mouth to speak, you were cut off by an obnoxious yell of Matts name, presumably from one of his brothers wanting to go home.

Matt looks towards you, “That’s me, I guess I’ll see you around?” “Or you could text me later?” you reminded the boy as he started to climb back through the window and into your bedroom, hearing a slight giggle escape his lips as he remembered he had your instagram now. “Yeah, I’ll text you later then.” He restated before gently grabbing your hand to help you back into the room, you stumbled slightly and fell against his chest before quickly regaining your balance. Neither of you stepped backwards as your eyes trailed up his neck, to his sharp jawline and cheekbones, before landing on the smirk thats plastered on his lips. Just as you go to speak, yet again, you’re cut off by an obnoxious yell of Matts name, now closer you could tell it was Chris.

Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully towards his brother, before letting go of you and, without another word, leaving your bedroom, only leaving you with a wink before shutting the door.

A/N, again: uh, idrk what to put, tell me if you liked this ‘cause I’ll probably make a pt. 2😻 I’m going to London tomorrow (i js realised it’s tomorrow jesus christ😟) and the drive is like 4 hours so I’ll probably post the part 2 at some point tmr🤗

You can send me requests in my asks or messages, I’ll write pretty much anything!

tags:: @junnniiieee07

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cmdrfupa · 2 months ago

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Return To Sender

Part two of De Novo (Toji x Reader). All parts as well as content warnings can be found here!

a/n: Hello! I am very happy with this. I struggled on how I wanted to present apart of my own culture while getting through my analysis. This chapter is a bit lengthy but that's okay lol. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

The job had been quick—clean, like always. Toji moved through the darkened room, the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering in the air as he looked over his work

Middle aged man, maybe 40. Bad smoking habit, horrid hairline and a thing for faux gaudy Versace print from the look of his matching jogger set. “Hm.” He stepped over the body, his face expressionless while checking the contents of his latest marks pockets.

Wallet, phone with a now shattered screen, keys and some candy.

Toji helped himself to something called a chewy lite while sifting through the wallets contents. All run of the mill cards, bit of cash and random receipts but a card with a Roppongi address messily written across the matte finish caught his attention.

“Running from business? Dirty boy.”

He pocketed the card and barely spared a second glance as he holstered his weapon. The only sounds were his own footsteps and the muted hum of the city beyond the window as he propped the dead man up in the bathtub. This part of the city felt empty, even in the middle of the night. He preferred it that way.

Shiu was waiting for his call, so Toji slipped his phone from his pocket as he made his way down a back stairwell. He pressed the call button, listening to the dial tone, his mind already drifting as he waited for Shiu to pick up.

“It’s done,” Toji muttered as soon as he heard Shiu’s voice.

“Good,” Shiu replied, sounding unsurprised, as always. “I’ll clear it on my end. Are you heading out tonight?”

Toji gave a brief grunt of confirmation, glancing at his watch. “I’ll be back by morning.”

There was a pause on Shiu’s end, and then a clipped, “Alright. Just keep a low profile. Go to the butcher when you make it back to town.”

The line went dead, leaving Toji alone again, his thoughts thick and tangled as he pocketed the phone. Shiu was efficient, reliable; he trusted him to handle things, and the basis of their strange relationship was built on the brotherly trust they had for one another.

The buildings security leaving meant he was free to leave, his job here complete. The night was cool against his skin as he stepped outside, rain misting through the air, yet he hardly felt it, hardly registered the wet slick of the pavement beneath his boots as he walked back to his hotel.

Inside, Toji stripped off his blood-streaked clothes, methodically packing them in a plastic bag he would toss somewhere on the way to the airport. He turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the tiny bathroom, and stepped under the stream, closing his eyes as he let it cascade over his skin.

And yet, even as the water ran over him, he felt nothing—no sense of relief, no real need to scrub away the evidence of his work. It was just another task, another motion, another night.

The scalding heat of the shower did nothing to clear his head. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the tiles as steam clouded around him, his thoughts adrift. Was this just how it was now? The same endless routine, going through the cognitive process without pause, without thought? He opened his eyes, chuckling as the ghost of a smirk curled on his lips at the absurdity of it all.

As he dried off, the buzz in his mind faded slightly. He dressed quickly and packed his backpack before heading out to catch his flight. Each step, each action, was methodical, mechanical—like clockwork. Nothing about this felt real, and in a way, that made it easier.

“The less questions you ask, the better. Do the job, get paid, live knowing you just knocked off scum.”

Toji couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head remembering just how easy Shiu made it all sound. A fresh first time father with no family to help but a family friend who tried to kill him once.

Two jobs a month, tell everyone you work security if they ask, make it look like an accident if possible and pray you aren’t stupid enough to get caught or for the powers that be to get tired of you.

Easy.

By the time he was settled on the plane with the hum of the engines vibrating beneath him, he found his eyes growing heavy, his thoughts blurring. The lights dimmed as the plane took off, Istanbul's skyline shrinking below him as he drifted into sleep.

Toji was back in Tokyo but knew he wouldn’t feel right until he had his fix of food. He dropped his bag off at home before going to the restaurant, the familiar scent of simmering broth and spices thick in the warm, palely lit air. The usual hum of clattering dishes in the kitchen filled the dining room with it being a slow night. A muted background, leaving an almost intimate silence that seemed to settle just for him.

You walked up to his usual table and stood across from him, close enough that he could see the subtle gleam of light in your eyes, the small, knowing curve of your lips as you looked at him.

"Back so soon? Feels like you were only gone for one day." you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you reached out, fingertips brushing over the back of his hand. The touch was tentative at first, a mere whisper of contact, but it sent a pulse of warmth through him, something familiar and comforting. He didn’t pull away, though. Instead, he found himself turning his hand over, meeting your touch halfway, his rough palm against your smooth, warm skin before he pulled you into his lap.

“What can I say, baby doll? I missed you too much to take my time.”

Toji leaned in to kiss you and your scent filling his senses—something faint and floral, warm and soft, almost lulling him into a state of hazy tranquility. Your fingers traced up his arm slowly, lingering as though you were savoring the feeling, and he shivered under the gentleness of your calming touch.

Toji’s eyes fell to your lips as you pulled away, watching the way you tilted your head, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. It was subtle, unhurried, as though you were in no rush, letting the tension simmer between them. He felt his own breathing deepen, a mix of anticipation and need pulling him toward you.

“Pretty mama…” His voice came out rougher than he intended, the pet name slipping past his lips almost on its own. You responded with a soft, amused hum, fingers slipping up to rest against his chest, your touch warm even through the fabric of his shirt.

The distance between you vanished, face inches from his, eyes half-lidded as you studied him. “Toji,” a faintly whispered, his name rolling off your tongue in a soft, intimate murmur that seemed to slip past all his defenses. Your breath was warm against his skin as your lips brushed his ear as you ran your hands slowly down his chest, fingers pressing slightly as though anchoring yourself to him.

Then, in one smooth, deliberate movement, your lips met his.

The kiss was slow, like revisiting territory to get reacquainted. But he couldn’t hold himself back. His hands found your waist, drawing you closer, feeling the gentle curve of your body pressing against him. Your hands trailed up his shoulders, fingers slipping through his hair, tugging slightly, igniting a low heat that unfurled deep in his core. He responded with a quiet, involuntary groan, his fingers tightening on your waist as the kiss deepened.

His hands moved, gliding over your back, tracing your spine as he felt the subtle shift of your body beneath his touch, soft sighs fanning over his skin.

Your breaths mingled, and your lips parted beneath his, letting out a giggle as he nipped at your bottom lip. The world around you faded—the restaurant, the distant city outside. All that remained was your touch, your warmth, you whispering his name against his skin.

“How much longer until you’re off? I figured we could grab dinner and spend the evening inside.” Your fingers traced his jaw, drifting down his neck and lower, sending sparks through him with each soft, lingering stroke. “Ayame-san will understand a man missing his woman, I’m sure.”

His hands moved instinctively, pulling you tighter against him, feeling the way you fit against him. “Just a few more minutes, urso. Then I’m all yours again.”

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The plane jolted, pulling him abruptly from sleep. Toji blinked, the remnants of the dream fading as he sat up, disoriented, his pulse still racing, his skin tingling with the phantom sensation of your touch.

“What the hell..” He clenched his fists, dragging a hand over his face as he tried to shake the lingering warmth from his mind. Some lovesick fool chasing fantasies. But that dream—the softness of it, the unexpected comfort he’d felt—had struck something deep, something he was sure he couldn't ignore. And that pissed him off.

As he lights in the cabin brightened, signaling their descent, Toji let out a slow breath. He’d shake this off, he told himself. He’d go back to his life, to his usual routines, and forget all about the strange warmth you’d had stirred in him, even if it was only in a dream.

But as he stared out the window, Tokyo coming into view again beneath the early morning light, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.

It was past midnight, and the rain had stopped leaving behind the dewy smell and light breezes as the muted glow led stragglers to there next destination. Inside, the space was warm, a small refuge from the cold outside, and the soft clinking of dishes and low chatter filled the air. The late shift had drawn in its usual crowd: bleary-eyed patrons drifting in from bars, hungry and noisy, laughter and murmured voices bouncing off the walls.

You moved between tables with a relaxed familiarity, apron showing signs of the days work, hair casually tucked under a colorful scarf you had tied on your head. You greeted the stragglers with small nods and the quirk of your lips, the softness in your voice was bright as you took orders and traded jokes with ease.

“Still got room for ‘nother round, or should I bring a broom to sweep you out?” you teased one of the regulars, who responded with a hearty laugh.

“Oh, don’t start, —if I leave, who’s gonna keep you entertained?” the older gentleman replied, grinning as you swatted his shoulder with the order pad. Rolling your eyes but smiling, you leaned on the counter continuing the banter, tone light and unhurried.

Across the room, Toji slipped into the diner as quietly as possible, practically scurrying to his usual booth tucked in the far corner, watching as you moved around the space. The scene stirred something in him he hadn’t felt in years, lingering somewhere between fascination and discomfort. The easy laughter, the way you brushed off the boisterous remarks from the rowdy customers, all of it felt painfully familiar, pulling him back to the dream he’d had on the plane.

It was almost torturous, the memory slipping in and out of his mind: your soft touch, how your breath against his skin made him feel that carnal desperation he missed, the warmth he’d felt enveloping him. He could almost feel your fingers tracing his arm, hear the soft whisper of his name. The vividness of it left him unsettled, as if he were seeing you now not as you were, but as you had been in that dream—closer, vulnerable, undeniably warm.

Leaning over the counter to pour coffee, and he caught the way you tilted your head back just slightly, the relaxed smile lingering on your lips. It was a simple, innocent gesture, but to him, it felt charged, stirring up desires he’d long since trained himself to ignore.

Before he could regain his composure, your gaze drifted over and your eyes lit up as they landed on him.

“Oh! And here I thought my charms scared you off,” you called out, voice playful as you finished with the last customer and made your way over. Your hands resting on your hips as you looked at him with something close to amusement. “Where’ve you been, stranger? Thought you’d gotten tired of my Ayame-san’s cooking.”

Toji gave a small shrug, his face impassive, though he couldn’t quite keep his eyes from lingering on you just a second too long. “Got busy,” he said, his voice low, keeping the reply as neutral as possible.

“Well, she was convinced something horrible had happened to you.” you’d leaned in conspiratorially, eyes glinting with humor. “She almost sent out a search party, you know.”

Toji’s gaze softened without his realizing it. But as soon as he felt himself beginning to relax, that familiar warmth tugging at his defenses, he remembered the dream again—the way you had looked at him, your fingers tracing his skin. Like you had been his for years and not a beat missed. He could feel it so vividly, the phantom sensation lingering, stirring something painful and dangerous in his chest.

“Glad to see you’re still breathing,” you continued with your playful jabs, the smile in your eyes bright and unguarded as ypu studied him. “You don’t have to come in every day, you know. But a week without your brooding in the corner—it was starting to feel empty.”

Your tone was light, almost like a challenge, but Toji felt his chest tighten, the simple familiarity of your words scraping against something raw and tender. He’d come here tonight seeking some distance from the dream since you never worked Friday nights from what he remembered. Was suppose to be a way to bury the memory of your warmth and that unbearable softness, but you’d only pulled it all closer to the surface. The calm that you seemed to exude so naturally was seeping into him, softening the tough shell he’d built, leaving him vulnerable in a way that felt too close, too dangerous.

And he couldn’t afford that—not now, not ever.

You were still watching him, the smile unbroken but something shifted in your expression as you noticed his tense silence. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I got too fresh with you.” The gentleness in your voice now was hard to miss, genuine concern breaking through the humor. “You seem… distracted.”

It was too much.

Before he could stop himself, he slid out of the booth abruptly, giving you a curt nod as he moved to leave, his eyes hardening again, cutting off any trace of vulnerability. “I’m not doing this,” he muttered, his tone colder than he’d intended.

He didn’t wait for you to reply, didn’t even glance back as he strode toward the door, ignoring the looks from a few of the other patrons. Your gaze followed him, a slight frown forming as you watched his retreating figure. Your face softened with worry as you walked towards the exit as though you might go after him—but before you could, one of the regulars piped up, his voice cutting through the air with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Hey, Is everything alright? He looked like he’d seen a ghost.”

You forced a smile, shaking your head slightly as you tucked the order pad back into your apron pocket. “Yeah, he’s fine,” you said, though you voice was softer now, the usual brightness dimmed. “Just one of those nights, I guess. We all tend to have them.”

“Can I ask you a question, Yaga?” you walked to the table of your regular who was still looking in the direction of exit, attempting to assess what transpired.

“What?”

Maybe you were being too nosy, but it had been burning into your mind for awhile now. “Have you ever heard of a Fushiguro family? Like around here?”

Yaga sipped the last of his coffee before turning back to you. He seemed almost surprised at the question. “Fushiguro? It sounds familiar but I can’t say I know anyone with it close to me. Why?”

Trying to gather yourself from the whiplash of him leaving so quickly, you walked to the cash wrap and worked on the register as it dang. You didn’t mean to offend him but everyone is different you suppose. “Hm. Just heard the name in passing a few times lately. Figured I was missing out on local gossip or something.”

“Gossip? How about this.” Yaga pulled his wallet out and went to the front counter, “There’s a teaching position at my school now. Great benefits, full lunch hour and you’d also be filling the seat as an after school instructor.”

Laughing, you took the gentleman's money, counting out his change. “I tell you I’m a former teacher a few times and all of a sudden you’re scouting me.”

“Did I tell you that that you make the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life? So robust and flavorful? The way you brew-”

“Yaga.”

“Hm.”

“Are you single?”

Yaga couldn’t keep up with the train of thought and squinted. “Yes. Why?”

You held his hand like a mother holding her kids as you placed the change in his palm and closed it. “It all makes sense. Get home safely, good sir.”

He could only laugh and shake his head. “The offer will be there if you need more. Have a goodnight, young lady.” Yaga nodded with a smile and made his exit a swift one.

He’d disappeared so… abruptly. And its not like it was any of your business. But a patron whose becoming a usual usually has someone around to at least tell someone they are ill or traveling or admitting that they hate the food you serve. He just up and ghosted for a week.

You prepped for closing, locking the front and wiped down the counters with both the job offer on the table and the Fushiguro man on your mind yet again.

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The quiet late nights sounds of your apartment acted as your reminder that you should go to bed soon. You’d been scrolling on your laptop for the past 2 hours, starting with ordering new fabrics for your upcoming design project which led you to attempting to stalk your mystery man. It was late—too late to still be awake, but curiosity had been nagging at you since Fushiguro’s sudden departure from the diner. You obviously didn’t know him very well but he had never come in and been that tense, that closed-off, almost as if he’d been looking right through you.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain at first, before finally typing his name into the search bar: Fushiguro.

You scanned through the search results, brows knitting in frustration. It was strange; the name seemed to go nowhere. There were no recent mentions, no profiles, no photos on social media linked to him at all. Nothing but an endless scroll of blank, empty leads.

Like it was scrubbed from the internet or hidden too well.

After a few more searches yielded nothing but the same dead ends, you tried something different, narrowing the results to the oldest records. Maybe there was something…anything that would give you a clue.

And then, finally, there it was. An announcement buried deep in the archives, dated over a decade ago.

Your eyes skimmed the small print.

Death announcement for Fushiguro family.

A newspaper write up digitized with an image attached of a beautiful young woman in her late 20s with dark hair and a soft smile. The text was a short obituary, stark and formal. It detailed little, only that a woman, Fushiguro, had passed away. Her name was there—a name you didn’t recognize. No other photos accompanied the notice, only a single line at the end mentioning that she left behind a young son.

“She seems too young to be his mother. Maybe a sister or wife?” You copied the name to your browser to see if anything else would come up and the only thing was another death announcement but on some site with a broken link.

“Maybe its for the best.” the room dimmed as you put your laptop to sleep and sat in on the empty side of your bed. Your clock showed it being 3:49 am you sighed. 3 hours and 11 minutes to sleep.

You scooted into a lying down position, the words lingering in your mind, stirring up questions but ultimately laying it to rest. From your new perspective, Fushiguro seemed to be a lonely guy. No searchable background, a possible dead relative who even they were a bit of a mystery. Maybe it was the death anniversary. The thought of being alone with no one to turn to made you feel a little bad for the man. Almost pity.

With heavy eyes, you drifted off to the thought of the brooding man. Sending up a prayer that maybe your loved ones could find Miss Fushiguro in the afterlife and bring her a little comfort.

Toji sat in his usual table but at a far more unusual time. Bright and early before even Shiu had a chance to disturb his peace. He was out clearing his mind and realized that his now favorite diner stayed open late and opened quite early.

He spent most of the night thinking about you. Tossing about how he overreacted. You did nothing on purpose but everything almost felt intentional. How you moved, the way you spoke. It was like a personal torture for him.

Ayame served him his tea and brought out another bowl of miso soup as he finished the last of his rice and fish. “Thank you.” he wiped his mouth and handed over the bowl to the older woman.

“Of course, big bull. Anything else? You’ll be priority since its still early.”Ayame patted his shoulder.

“Just another mackerel and I will be out of your hair. Please.”

Ayame winked and walked back to the kitchen where she audibly yelled the order out as if it were a team of 6 working in an executive kitchen.

Toji closed his eyes and took in the aroma of his tea. The morning sounds of the day coming to life itself. He sipped slowly, appreciating the calm of the establishment until the bell above the door rang.

“Good morning Ayame!” the sound of your velvet voice brought him back.

You walked through the dining area without even batting an eye to look around. Simply waltzed to the kitchen leaving Toji to crane his neck until you were out of his sights.

He could run before you even noticed him but he’d done it twice already. So he sat, sipping his tea and praying to whatever God that you’d maybe want to cuss him out or slap the back of his head just to start the process of him getting over whatever this was.

“Big bull! Ayame told me you came in early!”

Shit.

“Morning. Yeah. Just wanted some breakfast.” Toji turned his torso to face you as you came up.

You smelled like cinnamon and vanilla as you walked past to the seat across from him. “Didn’t think you’d be here this early. You closed last night, didn’t you.” He said matter of factly.

Nodding, you checked the temperature of the tea pot on the table. “Did indeed. But switched shifts. I have plans this evening. Which speaking of last night. I want to apologize.”

In Toji’s mind, you had nothing to apologize for. If anything, he thought he should be apologizing for thinking about you sitting his lap while his lips found there way around your body. “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was in a shit mood.” sitting his cup down, he cleared his throat.

“We all have those days. Hopefully I didn’t make it any worse?”

“Nah. I could do that on my own.”

You giggled and his heart fluttered. “Fair enough.”

You sat in silence for a moment and refilled his tea cup. “Whatcha doing tonight?”

“Why?” It came out rougher than he wanted.

“There’s this fun show club down in the Roppongi district! Known to be a great mood booster. You should go! Great drinks and food.”

Toji took his soup and slurped a bit up before answering flatly. “I’ll think about it. I don’t do big clubs usually.”

The bell rang at the door and you pushed yourself from the table with a shrug. Think less club and more burlesque lounge. Just think on it.” You pulled the pen from behind your ear with a smile. “The Tantra Show Club. Just in case you decide to go.”

With that, he watched as you sashayed to the incoming guest who was very clearly coming directly from the bars.

A chance to see you outside the diner. It could be worse.

———————-

You stood in front of the mirror, gently unraveling your twist out to loosen the curls, reflection focused and calm. Your third and maybe final performance of the day before you went to hostess duties.

The low hum of Utahime’s shamisen performance drifted through the building to the bright lit dressing room, mingling with the faint scent of perfume and smoke that clung to the air. Warm lights framed the mirrors, casting soft, golden hues on the women getting ready for the night’s performances. The small space buzzed with chatter and laughter, half-empty glasses of wine and lipstick-stained coffee mugs crowding the counter tops.

Leaning forward to inspect your makeup, you carefully blended out a smudge of eyeliner with the practiced ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. Your satin robe, dark blue with hints of lace at the cuffs, lazily hung off your shoulder as you moved from the vanity to the couch that sat against the opposite wall.

“Ooo, going dark tonight, huh?” came a teasing voice from across the room.

You turned to see one of your fellow performers, Kirara, walking in with a glass of water, already dressed in a costume of sheer black lace and sequins. Kirara smirked, arching an eyebrow as she gave you a quick once-over.

“Always the understated one,” she added with a wink, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

You rolled her eyes, grinning. “Maybe I like a little mystery,” you replied, prepping your lips with a light moisturizer. “Not all of us are as bold as you, Kirara.”

“Oh, please,” Kirara replied, laughing. “You keep ‘em hooked in a way that half the girls here would kill for. We’re just up here trying to keep up.”

You chuckled, lips lifting in a soft smile as you ran your sheer stockings up your legs, fastening them as you adjusted the garters with a delicate touch. The satin finish of the hosiery shimmered under the lights, accentuating the warm tones.

A familiar voice cut through the den. “You two could at least try to keep it down,” came the dry tone of Shoko as she entered the dressing room, a half-finished cigarette balanced between her fingers. She wore a loose blouse and black slacks, her hair tied back in a lazy ponytail, and her signature look of mild disinterest hung on her face like an accessory. “Some of us are trying to maintain a shred of sanity in here.”

“Shoko, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you only come back here to tell us to shut up,” you teased, your eyes meeting Shoko’s in the mirror. “You’re one to talk, showing up half-dressed as always.”

Shoko gave her a look that was equal parts amusement and exasperation. “Hey, I’m not the one strutting on stage tonight,” she replied, taking a long drag on her cigarette before tapping off the ash. “But if I was, I’d have you dress me. Girl knows how to keep it classy.” Shoko nodded her chin towards you with a wink.

Kirara snorted. “Classy? Sure, if by ‘classy’ you mean ‘secretly deadly.’ You should’ve seen the way she handled that one guy who thought he could grab her leg last week.”

You smirked as you sipped your water. “He was lucky I didn’t do worse,” you murmured, the gleam of humor in your eyes meeting Shoko’s approving nod in the mirror.

“Isn’t that why we all love you?” Shoko replied, raising her cigarette as if in a toast. “The classy killer.”

You shrugged, finally tying the belt of your robe a bit tighter as you got up to sift through a row of costume pieces until your found your chosen ensemble for tonight's act—a striking red jeweled wire Samba bikini set. Gold rhinestones trimmed the padding as the halter strap dripped with a fire red stone fringe that matched the ruffled, knee length skirt you’d already slipped on. You rolled your robe down just enough to slips the bra on the front. “Help me out, Sho?”

You held the jeweled bra cups to your chest as Shoko fastened. “This one is new. Must be.”

“Nah, Just never wear it. But I heard the owner was sitting in the audience with special guest tonight and maybe wearing his favorite color will entice him to keep my at for another 6 months.”

Shoko laughed as she helped you adjust the nude colored straps on your shoulders.”He basically said yes to that when he agreed to not cut into your tips and pay your conga players out of pocket. You’re fine.”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you let your robe fall and looked at your costume. Flashy but not too intense. Definitely attention grabbing. “Classy Killer. Yes.”

Around you, the other dancers moved through their own pre and post-show routines, some gossiping, others touching up makeup or adjusting costumes. It was a world of its own, separated from the outside by heavy velvet curtains and the glitz of stage lights.

Shoko leaned against the counter, one eyebrow arched as she watched you “How do you go from pouring tea and serving ramen to… well, this?” she asked with a smirk. “Quite the double life you lead.”

“Maybe I’m just multi-talented,” you replied, smiling as you adjusted a long, gold chain that traced from your bosom to your navel, catching the light as you moved. “Besides, we can’t all be life saving doctors mighty doctors by day and ghosts bartenders in the night.”

Shoko let out a soft laugh, clearly amused. “Fair. And here I thought I was the mysterious one. But you… you’ve got everyone in this place fooled. Sweet and silent one minute, then this,” she gestured to the dramatic transformation from your usual overalls and boots. “I’d call it impressive.”

Kirara added a final comment, fluffing her curls as she looked over at you. “Don’t let her smooth talk you. Shoko just wants more of those little cookie things you bring in.”

You grinned, fastening a pair of delicate bracelets around your wrists before taking one last look in the mirror, studying your reflection: a quiet, composed zaftig figure with red lips and smokey eyes.

“Well, here’s hoping I give them a good show,” you uttered.

“Break a leg,” Shoko thoughtfully spke, giving a small, approving nod as she finished her cigarette and stubbed it out. “Or better yet, break a few hearts. I’ll be watching.”

With a final wink, you turned and made her way toward the stairs leading up to the stage, the sounds of the dressing room fading behind you as she stepped into the world you’d created for herself—a world of elegance, allure and mystery. Quiet strength captivating all who were lucky enough to watch.

Your conga player hit the drum once, then twice. You threw your leg from behind the curtain and the crowd seemingly enjoyed the tease as the room roared.

The drums started slow. A dragging, pulsing beat, deep and resonant, filling the dim club. You waited in the wings, letting the sound wash over you as your heartbeat went in rhythm with the bass drum. The warm stage lights softened as the emcee’s voice announced your stage name with a smooth, theatrical lilt.

A vision in red and gold, every move of your Carimbo contained controlled movements that remained languid as the uptempo-ed clashing of the triangle and maracas ushered you to the center. You rolled your hips, the growing speed letting your feet move fluidly on your as if you were almost gliding across the floor. Hurried but beautiful. Your costume caught the light with each subtle shift of your hips, the gold embroidery gleaming, echoing the cool metallic shine of the jewelry around your wrists and neck.

As the drums hit a crescendo, moving you to bring your hands above your head and wine your hips, you turned on your soles to bring your skirt up and moving as you turned in the powerful circular motion. Zhuzhing your hair, running your fingers through it, bringing the coiled strands to life as it moved as its own part of your performance.

Then, with a sudden shift in tempo, the music transformed, a lively Brazilian rhythm swept through the room. You moved with it, your body capturing the passion of the Calypso, hips swaying in smooth, hypnotic rolls as your hands traced the curves of your waist. The movements were sharp yet fluid, bold yet precise, a dance of contrasts that matched the beat perfectly. You spun gracefully, letting your hair fan out in soft waves around your, and as your feet swept across the stage, entire being seemed to pulse with the rhythm, as if the music was woven into your soul.

This was you. The days of watching the lambada being performed by your mother and her friends. The late nights of watching your cousins get prepped for Rio Carnival back in Brazil and finally having a chance to enjoy it yourself at Samba Carnival in Asakusa.

You were living.

The audience’s eyes stayed locked on you, drawn in by the intensity. You moved with an unabashed confidence, a self-assuredness that was almost hypnotic, as though you’d brought an entire world with you onto the stage. There was no shyness here, no subtlety; this was you as you as you were, powerful and alive, your movements a celebration of freedom and vitality. You swayed your arms above your head, stepping into a Samba de Roda sequence, your spins becoming tighter, more grounded, each step strong and deliberate.

You dipped low, then rose slowly, eyes flickering across the audience with a playful glint. The Samba brought a sensuality to the movements, but it was the carried grace and precision that gave your dance depth—a reflection of the balance you maintained in your own life, between the quiet strength of the diner and the fierce expression on the stage.

Every gesture, every flick of the wrist, carried a hint of allure, yet her expression remained serene, focused, as if you alone controlled the intensity in the room. Feet moving in quick, intricate patterns, body flowing in waves that built and fell with the music, hips swiveling in an beguiling rhythm as you met the audience’s eyes with the barest hint of a smile. Sensuality that seemed effortless, unrestrained by convention or expectation, dancing for yourself while the audience only got the residuals.

With one final turn, you slowed, movements transitioning into something softer, more tender. You stood still for a heartbeat, holding the room’s collective gaze before lowering herself into a slow, elegant bow, her face framed by a soft smile.

The applause and whistling thundered through the club, filling the room as you rose, giving one last nod before slipping offstage, breath steady but your heart racing with that familiar, electric thrill. You disappeared into the shadows, leaving the audience enchanted, yet somehow still craving more.

Toji finally pushed his way into the front of the club near the stage, his eyes adjusting to the low light as the crowd’s cheers and applause greeted him. He’d been pursuing a lead through Tokyo’s underbelly, coming to the address on the back of the card he pocketed in Istanbul and realizing it was the place you invited him. A crowded place far from the quiet corners he usually preferred but now there was a new issue. You.

He scanned the room, making sure he wasn’t having some sort of episode with pulling his gaze toward the stage where you just danced. He’d know that figure anywhere. He knew it was you.

Seeing you here but on stage. in your element, doing something so bold, so unyielding. It had stirred that uncomfortable recognition that he couldn’t shake and didn’t like.

What the hell are you doing here dancing? Almost angry with himself for even caring but even angrier for thinking he had the right to be upset at you. But that didn’t stop him from storming towards the back door, waiting until you finished for the night until he could tell you about yourself.

_____ “So a dancer.”

“Performance artist. But, yes.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that while inviting me? I thought you were there for fun or some shit.”

Toji walked closest to the street as you tried to keep up with his large strides. “That was a pretty vague invite. You aren’t uncomfortable are you?”

Uncomfortable? No. Fighting hard against calling you a beautiful goddess? Yes. “Far from it. It was interesting. Definitely no apron and chili oil stained shirt, thats for damn sure.”

There was a soft laugh that left you as Toji let his lips curl into a small smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” You stopped in front of the diner, peeping in to see Ayame and the waitress, Nobara, taking orders from guest. “Thank you for walking me here. Want a tea?”

“No problem. And I’m alright. Need to get home and rest. Early morning.”

You gave his arm a soft pat of appreciation. “Have a goodnight, Fushiguro.”

He stood for a moment, watching you enter and get right back into your mode. Flashing a warm smile to a patron who waved you down. Toji sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, dialing Shiu.

Only took one ring before the all familiar voice came through. “What do you have?”

“Kenjaku is back and using his brothers show club as a front.”

“Think you can get in good with someone there? I’ll pull some strings to do a full backup sweep on your name if needed.”

The heat in his heart pooled as Toji took a step back and continued to watch you. “Just.. change my name sake back to Zenin while I’m on this. I want it to be an easy clean up.”

“I’ll have it done by the afternoon. Find a connection in.” The line went quiet and Toji slipped his phone back.

It’ll be easier to distance himself if he uses you. You’ll see him as the scum he can really be and this silly little imagination of his that has decided to go into overdrive will then cease to exist.

Use you until you hate him.

Done.

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Mariquita

Summary:

After a long day at work, you come home to find your boyfriend in a comprising situation. Your best friend Frankie shows you how to love again.

Rating: 18+ smut smut smut

Hello everyone, rewrites for Maintainence of Love are going great. Wrote this in the meantime as Frankie has been on my mind. I hope you like it.

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Sleep, that’s all you could think about right now. You had stayed up all night studying for a test that ended up getting cancelled at the last minute and instead of going home to sleep, your boss had called you short-handed and you ended up working a double which turned into a shit show. You ended up dropping several plates, took dishes to the wrong table, and a group of teenagers decided to dine and dash and that meant you had to pay for their meals with your tip money for the night.

You were completely fed up and all you wanted to do was cuddle up on the couch with your boyfriend of two years, Matt, and watch a movie. You just hoped that your best friend and Matt’s roommate Frankie wasn’t home. It wasn’t like you had anything against Frankie. You both were super close and always hung out whether it was having lunch at school, doing homework or just needed someone to talk to when you were both feeling down. Tonight though, you just wanted to spend time with Matt. Both of your schedules had been extremely busy the last month and you rarely saw each it seemed.

Tiredly taking the keys out of your purse to Matt’s apartment, you were expecting to get a warm welcome, but instead you were greeted by darkness with the only source of light coming from beneath Matt’s bedroom door. It didn’t even look like Frankie was home either as his door was closed and his door was shut.

“Matt, honey,” you called out to him as you set your stuff down on the counter. Walking over to Matt’s door, you gave it a little knock and called out to him again, “Matt it’s me. I’m coming in.”

Just like the rest of the apartment, it was completely empty. Where the hell was, he?

You were about to turn around and leave, but a noise coming from the bathroom caught your attention, “Matt, you there?”

“H-hey babe you’re early,” you heard Matt shout from the bathroom. “I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go make us something to eat while I finish up in here.”

You couldn’t help but notice the nervous tone in his voice. “Matt, I’m super tired. Can we just order something and watch a movie. I’ve had a really bad day.”

“Umm…yeah, we can do that. Why don’t you go take care of that and I’ll be out in a minute. Order whatever you want, my treat.”

You still had an unsure feeling in the pit of your stomach, but as you turned to leave, the sound of an object falling and the sound of some sort of whispering, stopped you in your tracks, “What are you doing in there? Can you just come out here and talk to me? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” You moved closer to the door and could hear feet shuffling on the tiled floor, “Matt, what is going on?”

“I…I…I just got out of the shower okay. I don’t want to let the warm air out. You know how Frankie likes to keep the air on. Just go put that movie on and I’ll be right there.”

Again, something didn’t seem right to you. Matt was being real shady. Not caring if he was going to be mad at you, you went back over to the door and lucky or unlucky for you, the door was unlocked and when you flung it open, what you saw made your jaw drop and made your stomach sick. Standing in nothing but a towel was Matt and behind him was some blond trying unsuccessfully to climb out the bathroom window.

“Baby, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like,” Matt tried to argue, but it was too late. With tears in your eyes, you turned around to leave. However he was right behind you leaving his lady friend in bathroom, “Baby will you just stop and listen! She means nothing to me, I swear. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Will you just stop!”

He reached out and grabbed you by the arm. “Let go of me!” you shouted as you tried your best to pull away. “I don’t need to hear anything from you Matt. You are a cheating asshole. Now let me go!”

“But baby I…”

“Hey!” came a loud deep voice from the other end of the hall. You turned and saw Frankie standing there shirtless with his curly hair sticking up. It was clear that he had been in his bedroom the entire time asleep. “I believe she said to let her go Matt, so let her go now!”

Matt quickly did as he was told and took a step back holding his hands up in defense, “Okay, okay I let go. Now can we just talk about this please!”

“There is nothing to talk about Matt!” you shouted at him again not caring who heard you. “You are nothing more than a lying, dirty, nasty cheater!”

“Wait what?” Frankie asked really confused on what he walked into. “You two have been going at it for the past two hours now and now suddenly, he’s cheating? Can someone explain to me what is going on?” With all the noise he heard coming from Matt’s bedroom, it was odd to hear you fighting.

“Two hours? Two hours? You bastard! How could you?!” Your hurt turned into anger as you slapped Matt across the face.

Thankfully for him, before you could hit him again, Frankie came up from behind you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Calm down mariquita,” he whispered his nickname for you into your ear. “You need to tell me what is going on.”

“That wasn’t me, Frankie,” you told him turning around in his arms, your tears streaming down your face. “I’ve been at work all day. This dumbass told me to come over after work and now when I’m totally drained, I find him sneaking his tramp out the bathroom window.”

“Hey who are you calling a tramp?” Matt’s mistress finally spoke up as she poked her head out from his room. Guess her window escape didn’t work after all.

“You fucking slut, you don’t get to talk!” Your eyes grew red with rage as you rushed the homewrecker. You got close enough to almost snatch her hair before Frankie grabbed you again, “You’re lucky Frankie is here otherwise I would rip that fake ass wig off your head!”

The blond flinched and quickly ran to hide behind Matt which angered you further. But before you could attack again, Frankie spoke up being the voice of wisdom, “Look if you value your life, I would get the hell out of here. I don’t think I can keep holding her back for much longer and when I do let go, I’m not liable for what she may do to you.” With fear in her eyes, the blond seemed to get the point, because she ran out of the apartment in the blink of an eye.

Once she was gone, Matt tried to smooth things over, “Look baby I…”

“Such your damn mouth,” Frankie snapped at him as he let you go. He then slowly stalked Matt, cornering him up against the wall, towering over him with his massive frame.

The image stirred something deep inside of you. Seeing Frankie in his protective mode with his muscles tensing up was enough to make your mouth water. You couldn’t help but feel those feelings that you stored away start to creep up.

“You lost the right to call her baby when you decided to stick that pathetic excuse that you call a dick into another woman. You’re lucky I don’t beat the living fuck out of you right now,” Frankie hissed at him.

Beads of sweat began to run down Matt’s face as he tried to think of a way out the situation, he found himself in. “Okay, look, I made a mistake, I’ll admit that. I’m not going to deny it anymore, but I promise you that this was the one and only time that I cheated. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you give me another chance, I promise you that this will never happen again.”

You walked up to him and laughed, “You honestly think I would still want to be with you Matt. You broke my heart. Was I not good enough for you? Did I not satisfy you enough that you had to go find it in someone else? I fucking gave you everything Matt and all you did was rip my heart out. I…I never want to see again, and I hope you rot in hell.” Not being able to hold your tears back anymore, you turned and ran into Frankie’s room to get away. You didn’t want him to you shed anymore tears on him.

So consumed in your feelings and trying to process everything that just happened, you didn’t hear the thump of heavy footsteps coming into the bedroom or the bed sink as Franke sat down next to your shaking body. “Shit mariquita, c’mere,” he sighed sympathetically as he pulled your limp body into his arms. “Just let it out mariquita, just let it out. I got you.”

“I loved him, Frankie. I loved him.”

“I know you did. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“Am...am I an idiot? Am I unlovable? Why does everyone I love hurt me and leave!”

Sitting you up a little bit more, Frankie took your chin into his hand and lifted your head. “Look at me mariquita, look at me. Never say that about yourself ever again. You are not an idiot, and you are worthy of love. Never sell yourself short like that again. Do you understand me? I’m still here and I am not going anywhere.”

You looked up into those big brown puppy dog eyes that you loved so much and saw that dimple that drove you crazy peeking out. The first time you saw it, you went in the knees. Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you couldn’t help but notice his facial hair had started to grow in except for a patch that was shaped like a heart. You don’t know why you didn’t notice that before, but now it was forever sealed in your memory. “Frankie?

“Yeah?”

“Promise me…promise me that you won’t ever leave me.”

“I just said…”

“No, I mean promise me that you won’t. It’s one thing to say that, but it’s another to promise me that you’ll always be there no matter what.” If Frankie were to leave, you might as well be non-existent.

Taking your hand into his, Frankie brought it up to his bare chest and placed it over his heart, “Mariquita, I, Francisco Morales, promise you that I will never ever leave you or do anything to hurt you. I will always be there no matter what. You are my best friend in the entire world, and you forever changed my life when you chased me around bio lab with a tub full of ladybugs.” That’s where your nickname Mariquita came from. He let it slip that he was afraid of bugs, and you were quick to exploit his fear in a funny joking way.

He then leaned down and rested his forehead on yours and looked deeply into your eyes. You could see his mind running a thousand miles a minute. His words were so beautiful, and you knew he meant every word he said. He would never lie to you, and he would never hurt you. Frankie Morales was a very good man.

“Thank you, Frankie. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime Mariquita and for the record, you will find someone out there that deserves you. Someone that will treat you with respect, someone that will marry you, and give you the family that you have always wanted. He is out there. Sometimes you just gotta look right in...”

Unfortunately, he was cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing. “Was that...was that Matt?”

“It better be. I told that jackass that he had five minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, and get out,” Frankie huffed. “He is lucky that I didn’t kiss his goddamn ass.”

“As much as I would like to see that, he’s your roommate Frankie. You said it yourself; you can’t afford the rent on this place by yourself.” You didn’t want to see Frankie struggle just because Matt was an idiot.

Frankie just started to laugh as a naughty grin appeared on his face, “Well it’s a good thing I’m moving then. Already talked to the landlord and paid what I owed for the rest of this month. Come the first of the month, Matt is going to have a few more problems. I was going to let him know in the morning, but now, I guess he is going to have to find out the hard way.”

Leave it Frankie to always blow your mind. “What do you mean you’re moving? To where and why?”

“I’m not going that far. A friend of mine told me about an apartment that was available. It is way cheaper and closer to you actually.”

“Closer? How close?”

That damn dimple appeared again as Frankie bit his lower lip, “Say maybe two floors below you.”

Your eyes grew wide and without thinking you threw your arms around his neck, “Oh my gosh, are you serious? You’re really moving into my building?”

“Yep, already signed a lease and everything. All I have to do is pack and I’m out of here.”

“I’m so happy for you Frankie! Now we’ll be able to see more of each other. I bet you can’t wait to have your own bachelor pad. All the girls are going to want to come over,” You didn’t know why you said the last part and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the thought of seeing Frankie with another girl.

Frankie shook his head and nervously ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m just to busy with work these days and besides, there is a particular girl that I’m interested in.”

“Umm...excuse me,” you said in disbelief. Frankie usually told you everything, but this, this was new. “What girl, do I know her?”

“I mean you might. We do have a few classes together. I...I really have feelings for her that I didn’t know existed. She is the definition of perfect. She is smart, funny, beautiful, all of it. She knows what she wants in life and isn’t afraid of taking chances and doing what she loves. When we talk, I feel like she fully understands me and actually listens to what I have to say. There is just one problem.”

“A problem? How can there be a problem? It sounds like you’re really in love there Morales,” you tried your best to keep your jealousy and hurt at bay. It was obvious he was in love. You could see it on his face when he was talking about this mystery girl.

“The problem is that she just broke up with her long-time boyfriend. I don’t want to tell her how I feel and push her into anything before she heals from her breakup. Not to mention, she doesn’t even know that I have feelings for her,” Frankie sighed.

You reached out and took his hand into yours, “Damn Frankie, yeah that’s a tough one. You’re right in not wanting to push her into anything, but you can’t deny your feelings either. You need to tell her how you feel. Maybe let her know that even if she doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings, you will be there to support her through her breakup as a really good friend. Because let’s face it Frankie, you are one of the greatest friends in the world. You are always so supportive.”

“Do...do you think that will work? It won’t scare her away?”

“I mean it may startle her at first, but I’m sure if she is how, you describe her, she will understand. If someone came up to me right now and told me there was another person out there that wanted me besides Matt, that was willing to be there for me and show me how to love again, I would certainly want to know. It would make me feel less like a loser right now. It would give me hope,” you smiled sadly.

Once again Frankie tilted your head up to look like him, “Hey don’t say that, Mariquita. You have no reason to feel that way remember. Matt is the one that messed up not you. You are so strong mariquita and you deserve nothing but happiness and...and...”

“And what?”

“Love mariquita, you deserve nothing but love,” he then got down on his knees in front of you.

“Frankie, what are you doing?”

“Listening to your advice,” Frankie whispered to you. “Mariquita, I have a confession to make. I love you. I always have and I always will. I loved you from the very first time that I laid my eyes on you. You are so kind to everyone you meet; your laugh brightens up the room, and you know how to make people feel special in the world. Matt fucked up and fucked up bad. He let go the greatest opportunity of a lifetime. He lost the opportunity of spending the rest of his life with you. He lost the chance to marry you and make your wildest dreams come true. I can do that for you, mariquita and more. All you have to do is give me a chance. And I know you may not feel the same way as me but...”

You cut him off, your lips smashed against his, causing both of you to fall to the floor. At first Frankie was completely shocked, but as you kept kissing him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him a little more, making you grind on him. “Fuck Frankie,” you gasped breaking the kiss.

“I..shit, I’m sorry,” he began to apologize and tried to wiggle out from beneath you. You could see panic start to kick in.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you tried to calm him. “I was the one that kissed you remember. You have nothing to be sorry for Frankie. But...but is what you said true. Do you really love me?”

Frankie with his arms still wrapped around you, sat up trying carefully to not knock you off his lap, “Yes mariquita, I meant it all. My biggest regret in life was introducing you to Matt. When he told me that you two were dating, I was devastated. I knew that it should have been me and not him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything Frankie? I was only interested in Matt because I thought you didn’t want me,” you sighed.

“Are...are you serious?” Frankie cocked his eyebrow in the way that drove you crazy.

“Yes, Frankie, you are every woman’s dream. You listen to everything I have to say, and you remember every detail. You know exactly what to do when I’m feeling down. You watch sappy rom coms with me, and you even know what snacks to bring me when I’m on my period for crying out loud. You got it all Frankie and not to mention, you are really freaking hot.”

A blush came upon Frankie’s cheeks, “You...you think I’m hot?”

“God yes Frankie! Those damn eyes of yours get me in trouble every time I look at you. However, the thing that drives me crazy the most, is how big you are.” Frankie raised his eyebrow again and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Not like that weirdo. I mean like how big you are body wise. I love how you tower over me and make me feel small yet make me feel so protected all at once. I love how you wrap your arms around me and keep me warm. Not even Matt could do that, Frankie. Deep down I’ve always knew you were the one for me.”

You could feel Frankie’s heart beating out of his chest as you ran your hands up his torso and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his. “Can...can I kiss you again?” he asked softly. You slowly nodded as your voice suddenly got lost. You could see his brown eyes start to darken.

Pulling your head down to him, Frankie firmly placed another kiss on your lips. Fireworks began to go off in your mind. It was like everything stopped and you were the only ones that existed on the planet. Parting your lips slightly, you allowed his very eager tongue entrance and just like the first kiss, Frankie pulled you closer to him causing you to grind on his growing length. Just from the feeling of it against the hem of your jeans, you could tell that he was certainly gifted. The thought alone was enough to make your panties wet.

“F...Frankie,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yes mariquita?”

“I...I...I need you.”

Hearing that caused Frankie to pull away to make sure he heard you correctly, “Wh...what? Are you sure? We don’t need to do this now. I can wait.”

Fuck, his care, and concern for you was such a turn on. Reaching down to the hem of your shirt, you pulled the material off over your head, revealing your bra covered breasts underneath. You knew your words would be enough to convince him, but you wanted to show him how much you needed him. “I’ve never been more sure in my life Frankie, please.”

Without any hesitation, Frankie smashed his lips against yours once again before kissing him way up your jaw to your ear, “You are so fucking beautiful Mariquita. I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”

He then pushed your bra strap down as he bit and sucked on the base of your neck doing his best to mark you as his and you didn’t mind one bit. Wanting to feel more of his mouth on you, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra letting your bare breasts fall free.

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie moaned once he saw what you had done. “They’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect and all for me,” he then leaned down and one breast into his mouth while he circled the hardening nipple of the other. You loved the way he held them in his massive hands.

“Shit Frankie” you cried out at the sensation. If his mouth felt this great on your tits, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the loss of the feeling. “Don’t worry mariquita, I’ll make you feel good again. Finish getting undressed and get on the bed.”

You felt a rush if wetness hit your panties. His dominant tone came out of nowhere and you absolutely loved it. Standing on shaky legs, you did want you were told and began to take off your jeans. You fumbled with the button at first but once you popped it open and pulled down the zipper, you turned around slowly pulled them down your ass, giving Frankie a show of the red laced thong underneath.

You didn’t even hear him come up from behind as a sharp slap on your ass cheek cause you to gasp and jump back into him. “Mmm...do you know what you are doing to me,” he groaned into your ear as he grinded against your ass.

“Like what you see Papi,” you giggled pushing back against him.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You’re so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess,” he replied running his hand down your torso till he reached your covered sex. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I’ve had dreams of this and had to wake up and fuck my hand because of you. Fucking Temptress.”

He then dipped his hand inside feeling the soft skin of your pussy against his hand. You thanked the stars that you had shaved that morning. “Relax mariquita, let me feel how wet you get for me,” he coached you as he spread your lips and ran his finger against your leaking entrance. You felt him slip his middle finger inside of you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and throw your head back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, open up for me.”

“F...fuck Frankie!”

“It’s okay Mariquita, I got you. It’s okay to let go for me. I wanna hear you come for me. Just let go,” he then pushed his palm down roughly against for clit. The added pressure caused that warm tingling sensation began to rise in the pit of your stomach. You began to thrust your hips into his hand as he added another finger and increased his pace.

“F...Frankie, I’m...I’m gonna come...”

“Good girl, that’s right. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.”

Hearing Frankie’s words of encouragement was enough to push you ever the edge. You came hard, screaming his name in pleasure. You pussy gripping his fingers tight, “Frankie!”

He didn’t stop until you were completely spent. His arm had come around you and held you upright, so you didn’t fall to the floor. “That was amazing mariquita. You did so good, and you taste amazing,” through your semi closed eyes, you watched as he sucked your release off his fingers, not wasting one bit. “Now get those panties off and get into bed. We aren’t finished yet.”

Doing what you were told, you dropped the remainder of your clothing and got into his bed spread out as you impatiently waited for him. Frankie walked over to the side of the bed slowly like a lion stalking his prey as he rubbed himself through his shorts. You could see the head of him peaking out and smearing pre cum all over the hairs of his happy trail. He gave himself one more good stroke before he stopped and pushed his shorts down to the floor.

“Jesus, Frankie,” you gasped as you saw him for the first time, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. He was long, thick, and so engorged that you could see the veins bulging out. You wanted nothing more than to take him down your throat just to see if you could do it. Frankie Morales was definitely the biggest that you had.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded in response. Frankie scooted close to you and parted your legs to take a real good look at your pussy. He let out a deep groan as it was glistening in the light with a rosy, pink hue to it. Your lips were plump, and he could see your clit crying out for his attention. “Last chance mariquita, are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes Frankie please. I want, no need, you to fuck me please!”

“Good girl, just let me know if it gets too much for you,” he parted your legs further so he can climb in between them with his massive frame. Taking second with his head between your legs, he bent down and gave your pussy a good lick, lapping up some of your juices. “Damn,” he groaned loving the way it tasted. “I want to eat you till you scream, but I don’t think I can last much longer. Want you so bad, mariquita.”

“Then have me,” you replied as you pulled him up to you.

“We’ll go slow okay. It will feel good, I promise,” he leaned down and gave you one last kiss before he reached down in between you and placed himself at your entrance. As he slowly pushed himself inside, you couldn’t help but wince at his size stretching you open. “Breathe, mariquita, breathe, almost there,” he whispered kissing below your ear.

You took a deep breath and tried your hardest to relax as you felt yourself becoming more and more full. Soon the stretching and the stinging began to fade, and your body responded by thrusting up against him as Frankie buried himself fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes Frankie, but please move. I need you to move!”

Frankie chuckled nipping at your chin and did what he was told. He pulled himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward, burying himself again. This was the pace and the rhythm that he kept for a while, leaving squirming underneath.

“Please”

“Please what? Tell me what you need?”

“Need…need you to move faster please.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frustratedly took his face into his and looked deep into his eyes, “For the thousandth time Frankie, yes, I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Now will you please fuck me. Make me yours.”

That seemed to light a fire under him because without warning, he took your hands into his raised them over your head before he started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like this?”

“God yes Frankie! Just like that, just like that!”

“You’re so fucking tight mariquita. Gripping me so tight. Wanna feel you cum all around me. Can you that for me?”

You knew you were almost there, but needed a little more help reaching that limit, “Need you to touch me, Frankie. Please touch my clit.”

“Show me how mariquita. Show me how to touch you.”

You took his hand and brought it down to your throbbing clit showing how you liked to be touch. The added pressure from both of your hands was enough to send you over the top. “I’m…I’m going to cum Frankie. Don’t stop!”

“Never, mariquita. Now cum for me.”

That was all you needed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your toes curled. “Oh, shit Frankie!”

“Fuck yeah, I feel you. Gripping me so good mariquita,” Frankie groaned into your shoulder. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “I’m gonna cum soon. Where do I…”

“In me,” You cut him off. “Want it inside. I’m on the pill Frankie I swear. Feel me up please!”

That set him off and after a few sloppy thrusts, he slammed into you one last time before he came filling you to the brim, “Shit mariquita.”

You laid there in pure orgasmic bliss. Frankie’s added cum to your already full pussy was pure heaven. Everything at that moment felt right. Just you and him.

“You…you, okay?” he checked in as he tried lifted his tired head up to look at you.

“I’m fine baby. That…that was incredible. As much as love feeling you on me, it’s getting kind of hard to breath,” you chuckled.

“Oh, shit sorry.”

Both of you hissed as his cock and both your combined spent spilled out of you. Frankie sat there for a second feeling proud at the sight. He didn’t even care you were spilling onto his sheets. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

Your face grew red as you tried to hide your face in his pillow, “You’re just saying that cause I’m naked in your bed.”

“That might play a role in it yes, but I really do mean it mariquita. You’re just so damn gorgeous,” he smiled with that damn dimple again. “Are you sure it was okay for me to…you know? I can go run to the pharmacy and get something.”

You sat up and placed your fingers on his lips, “There is no need, Frankie. I swear to you that I’m on the pill. I trust you and to be perfectly honest, that was the first time for me.”

“You mean Matt…”

“Never,” you cut him off again. “I always made him use a condom. You were my first.”

That filling of pride filled Frankie again and you swore you saw his chest puff out a little. “I love you mariquita. You mean the world to me.” “I love you to Frankie and thank you, thank you for always being there for me and for showing me how real love is supposed to feel like.”

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Making a Statement: Bold Design Elements for St Kilda Bathrooms

St Kilda, known for its vibrant culture, coastal beauty, and eclectic mix of modern and heritage homes, is the perfect place to experiment with bold design elements in bathroom renovations. When done right, daring design choices can transform a bathroom from a basic necessity into a luxurious sanctuary. Whether you live in a charming Victorian terrace or a contemporary apartment, your bathroom's a place for boldness.

In this article, we'll explore bold design elements that can elevate the look and feel of your St Kilda bathroom. From daring colours to statement tiles and luxurious fixtures, these tips will inspire you to create a bathroom that's as unique as your style.

1. Vibrant Color Schemes

Bold Color Palettes for Maximum Impact

Gone are the days when bathrooms were restricted to neutral tones. Now, bold colours are making waves in bathroom design. Whether you prefer rich, dramatic hues or vibrant pops of colour, incorporating bold shades can infuse your bathroom with personality and excitement.

Deep Blues and Greens: These colours evoke calm and luxury, making them ideal for creating a spa-like atmosphere. Navy blue, emerald green, and teal are popular for bathroom walls, accent tiles, or cabinetry. These deep tones contrast beautifully with white or light-coloured fixtures.

Contrasting Accents: For a more subtle approach, consider using bold colours as accent features. Bright yellow towels, a red statement mirror, or a black and white geometric rug can add energy to a minimalist space without overwhelming it.

Bold Dark Tones: Dark, moody shades like charcoal grey, matte black, or deep plum create a sense of intimacy and sophistication. These colours pair well with metallic finishes like brass or gold, giving your bathroom a high-end, dramatic feel.

How to Incorporate It:

Use bold colours on accent walls, tiles, or cabinetry.

Consider painting your vanity a bold colour to make it stand out.

Combine light and dark tones to create contrast and depth.

2. Statement Tiles

Unique Tile Patterns and Materials

Tiles are one of the most versatile design elements in any bathroom. Bold, statement tiles can completely transform the space, adding texture, colour, and personality. Whether you prefer geometric patterns, vibrant mosaics, or unique materials, tiles are the perfect way to make a statement.

Geometric Patterns: Bold geometric tiles, such as hexagons, chevrons, and herringbone, can create a striking visual effect in your bathroom. Use them on the floor or as a backsplash for the shower or vanity area to add a contemporary touch.

Mosaic Tiles: Mosaics are a fantastic way to introduce colour and texture into your bathroom. From vibrant, multi-coloured glass tiles to metallic or marble mosaics, they can create a sense of movement and luxury. Consider a mosaic feature wall behind the bathtub or a small accent area near the sink.

Textured Tiles: To create a tactile experience, consider textured tiles. These can be made from natural materials such as stone, wood, or clay, adding an earthy, grounded feel to your bathroom. Textured tiles work well for feature walls or on the floors for an organic touch.

How to Incorporate It:

Create a bold backsplash behind the vanity or sink.

Use striking floor tiles to create a focal point in the room.

Opt for unique patterns, materials, or textures to create a sense of drama.

3. Freestanding Bathtubs

Elegance and Drama with a Standalone Tub

A freestanding bathtub is a powerful statement piece in any bathroom. It is a functional spa-like feature and can become the room's focal point. With its sculptural design and luxurious feel, a freestanding tub elevates your bathroom to a new level of sophistication.

Modern, Sculptural Shapes: Freestanding tubs come in sleek, modern designs, from minimalist oval tubs to bold, angular shapes. These tubs can complement contemporary bathrooms and add a sense of refinement and luxury.

Classic Clawfoot Bathtubs: If you have a heritage home in St Kilda, a clawfoot bathtub can be a perfect choice to make a bold statement while maintaining the period charm of your space. These vintage-style tubs add character and are perfect for creating a timeless, elegant bathroom.

Bathtub Placement: Your bathtub's position can add drama to the room. Centring it in the middle of the room or placing it against a large window with views of the outdoors can enhance its statement.

How to Incorporate It:

Use a freestanding bathtub as the central feature in the room.

Choose a modern or vintage-style tub, depending on the overall design of your bathroom.

Consider the bathtub's placement for maximum visual impact, such as near a window or under a skylight.

4. Luxurious Metallic Finishes

Shiny Accents for a Glamorous Touch

Metallic finishes, such as gold, brass, copper, or matte black, are a bold way to elevate the design of your St Kilda bathroom. These accents add warmth and sophistication to the space, creating a luxurious atmosphere that feels indulgent and glamorous.

Brass and Gold Fixtures: Brass and gold have made a major comeback in interior design. They add a touch of elegance to your bathroom fixtures. Consider installing gold faucets, showerheads, or towel bars to create a statement of luxury.

Matte Black Accents: If you prefer a more modern, edgy look, matte black finishes on your taps, shower fittings, or mirrors will create a striking contrast against light-coloured walls and tiles.

Copper Bathtub or Sink: Consider a copper bathtub or sink for a truly bold statement. The rich, warm tones of copper instantly add drama and luxury to the room.

How to Incorporate It:

Incorporate metallic accents in faucets, mirrors, lighting, and towel racks.

Use a mix of metallic finishes (gold, brass, copper) to create depth and interest.

Ensure that metallic elements are balanced with the rest of the bathroom design to avoid overwhelming the space.

5. Bold and Artistic Lighting Fixtures

Lighting That Double as Art

Lighting can be both functional and a work of art in your bathroom. Bold lighting choices are practical and can enhance your space's aesthetic, drawing attention to key features and creating a mood.

Statement Light Fixtures: To add flair to your bathroom, choose large, eye-catching pendant lights or chandeliers. These fixtures can hang over the bathtub or above the vanity to create a dramatic effect.

Backlit Mirrors: Backlit mirrors are a sleek and modern option that adds ambient light to your bathroom while offering a stylish and futuristic vibe. The soft glow can also make the space feel more serene and inviting.

Sculptural Lights: Consider sculptural light fixtures that double as art pieces. Unique, designer lights can serve as functional and decorative features, giving your bathroom a gallery-like feel.

How to Incorporate It:

Install statement lighting above or around the mirror or bathtub.

Mix different types of lighting—ambient, task, and accent—to create a layered effect.

Use lighting to highlight architectural features or bold design elements like statement tiles or artwork.

Conclusion

Bold design elements are a great way to make your StKildaBathroomRenovations stand out and reflect your style. Whether you choose a vibrant colour palette, dramatic statement tiles, or luxurious metallic finishes, there are countless ways to make your bathroom memorable. By thinking outside the box and incorporating daring design features, you can create a bathroom that is not only functional but also a true work of art.

St. Kilda's diverse architectural styles and the growing trend of innovative bathroom designs make it the ideal place to experiment with bold choices. From freestanding tubs to eye-catching lighting and daring colour schemes, your bathroom can become a statement of style, luxury, and individuality.

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