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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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NSFW 18+ The Assistant— AU Levi Ackerman x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Smut, degrading, cursing, punishment, dom levi, sub reader, bondage, bdsm, some angst, toxic relationship, spanking, cheating, etc.

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A/N: Me and my irl moot @idfkwtfgof came up with this idea so I decided to write it out. Enjoy this fifty shades of gray moment. I’ve been working on this for over a month 🙃 I’m sorry it took me forever.

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You take a deep breath as you approached the double doors in front of you. Your heart pounded against your rib cage. The silent hallways seemed to be echoing the thumps. Anyone in your position would be nervous too if they had to meet with the CEO of the Ackerman Industries. He was not one to enjoy much company nor request it. His gaze alone could intimidate the strongest of people and you are no different.

Fist resting on the wooden door in front of you, you hesitate, but close your eyes and knock anyway. You did not hear a response as you patiently wait. Instead, the door swings open to be met with the CEO himself, Levi Ackerman. Not a word was spoken, but he ushered you inside his huge office.

Scurrying, you slightly jump as you heard the huge door slam. You are in Levi’s office. Only businessmen and women are allowed in here. You feel not even worthy to be stepping on the same floor these successful people walk on. It could also be the fact that the office seemed spotless. For someone as busy as the CEO, he sure did know how to make a stack of papers seem neat in a stack.

“Sit.” Levi instructed as he strolled over to his desk chair and doing the said action. You looked around the room. Behind Levi is a wall of windows to overlook the city of New York. His desk his a beautiful dark brown that was so clean that you could see your reflection. Along with seeing your reflection, you can see —and feel— Levi starring at you. Meeting his silver orbs, you gulp.

“Do you know why I called you in here, Y/N?” Levi questioned, his tone remaining calm as always. Somehow, this intimidated you even more.

“No, sir, I don’t.” You admit. In all honesty, you are not sure why Levi called you into his office. He waited until almost everyone has gone home for the evening to set up this meeting. You have felt nauseous all day about it. Receiving an email from the CEO was enough to make anyone’s breath hitch, but to have a meeting — alone — with him is enough to make one soil themselves.

“I want to offer you a promotion,” Levi explained, his gaze hardening. “That is, if you want it?”

This is way better news than you expected. Levi has employees for a reason. He always calls the shots since it is his million dollar company, but why get his hands dirty when he can pay people to do it for him? Since no one is allowed in his office without special permission, this seemed a bit off.

“What does the job intel?”

“Well, my company is expanding even larger than anticipated this year. I need a personal assistant. Examining the work you have put in over the years, I decided you are cut out for the job. What do you say?”

You take a moment to contemplate his words. The offer is amazing and would definitely look great on your resume, but working so close to the CEO of the company is quite intimidating. Any bad habits you have developed better end swiftly or else it’s your job on the line. Levi is not afraid to terminate anyone not fit for the job.

“I’ll take it.” You smile, the words flowing out before you could even think any further.

“You start tomorrow. I expect you in my office 8am sharp. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Standing up, you straighten out your black pencil skirt and head your way towards the door. Levi’s eyes did not once leave your figure. The way you naturally sway your hips as you walk and the way the skirt hugged your hips just right. His eyes are enjoying the desires most men have yet when you turned to look over your shoulder, his eyes where focused on his paperwork.

You went home that night, excited to tell your significant other about your promotion. He did not even blink an eye in your direction. Instead, he is pissed that you are home later than normal.

“Babe—“

“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed.

“I-I was called into the CEO’s office. I got a promotion!” You stammered, nervous under your boyfriend’s glare. He always made you feel small and his anger tends to send you over the edge. This is one of those many times.

“Why would he have you in there this late? Do you think I’m really that fucking stupid?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Babe, I’m being serious. I would never lie to you.” You argued.

“And how do I know that?” He countered. “How am I certain that you aren’t cheating on me? Or even hurt? Are your damn thumbs broken, Y/N? Can’t keep me updated ‘bout what’s going on? I was worried sick about you.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll do better.”

Your boyfriend walked over to you, embracing your body into a tight hug. You had so much more to say, but to prevent any further escalation of an argument, you apologized and kept your mouth shut.

The next morning arrived. You woke up extra early to have time to do your hair and makeup, dressed in your nicest attire, and wear the most expensive of jewelry. Since you are going to be around the CEO for now on, you cannot show up to work appearing sluggish. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

“Dressed quite nicely, huh?” He spoke, meeting your eyes through the mirror. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“I have to be.”

He stayed silent for a moment, his orbs tracing your figure. He hated when you showed confidence. It killed him inside and knowing that other men saw your beauty as well made his blood boil. He just has to ruin it.

“For the circus? Your makeup looks awful and your hair is tremendous.” He scoffed.

You bit your bottom lip. Tears welled in your eyes, but you prevented them from falling. You refuse to let him ruin your confidence. You are a strong woman and his insecurities shouldn’t be placed upon you. It is not your baggage to carry.

You meet his eyes again through the mirror. You feel your confidence crumble beneath you, but you remain strong. Turning around, you brush past him as you stroll out of the bathroom. You ignored him calling your name and demanding you to return. All he could do is watch as you left without even saying goodbye.

You arrived to the business earlier than expected. You have checked your hair and makeup more than once in the car review mirror. You are not necessarily even wanting Levi’s approval, — though he is quite handsome — you just want to look presentable. He is your boss, after all. He is not afraid to fire anyone on the spot. You are no exception.

Inhaling a sharp breath, you knock on Levi’s office door. You hear his approval to come inside and welcome yourself inside. You were not even receive a glance as you closed the door behind you. Levi’s gray orbs never left his monitor screen. You gulp nervously as you proceed towards his desk.

“I stopped to get some coffee. I brought you a tea,” you lay his cup on his desk, “just how you like it.”

He nods, still typing away. This did not help your anxiety at all. Is he regretting his decision making you his assistant? Are you disturbing him? Is he contemplating firing you? Your stomach turned at the thought.

The sound of the printer disturbed your nuisance thoughts. Levi grabbed the piece of paper and placed it on top of a neat stack. He stands up, finally looking at you.

“I have a meeting to attend to in an hour. I need these documents assorted in alphabetical order before then.”

Your eyes fall to the tall stack of papers. You definitely need more than an hour to get through them all. By Levi’s facial expression, you knew he was serious. Levi always looked serious.

“Yes, sir,” you grab the stack and meet his a gaze again, “I’ll get it done swiftly.”

“Good. I’m counting on you. Sit over there.” He orders, glancing at the couches and coffee table in the middle of his office. Maybe it is just your nerves, but his workspace seems bigger than remembered. This did not help your anxiety.

You began getting to work. You thought you are doing well on time, but time seemed to have passed you by. Levi is now towering over you, his unsatisfied silver orbs glaring down at you. You hesitate, but force yourself to meet them.

“Thought you said you would have this done?” Levi recalls.

“I-I’m really sorry, s-sir.” You stammered, expecting the worse.

“Sorry doesn’t sort the papers, Y/N.” He scolds, his silver eyes only being shown through slits.

“I—“

“We will discuss this after my meeting. Until then, I want my office spotless.” Levi continues, cutting you off. He begins walking towards the door and pauses once he reaches for the handle. “Oh and Y/N?”

You look up, meeting the CEO’s annoyed orbs. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re on strike one.” Levi warns. You did not even have a chance to ask questions as his office door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone to sulk in your thoughts.

You tidied up Levi’s office like he requested of you. Every paper went into its appropriate home, cushions are straightened out, rug is vacuumed, and you are currently dusting. This man is a clean freak by nature so there was not much to do. Still, your nerves were pulsating. This is only day one and you are not on Levi’s good side. You are becoming worrisome as your job is now potentially on the line.

The door opening made you jump. You can feel Levi’s silver orbs on you as you dust his bookshelf. He did not disturb you, though, as he proceeded towards his desk and went to work like nothing happened. Curiosity is begging you to speak, but you remain silent and complete your task.

You gather the cleaning supplies and place them back into the small closet. Returning on the guest side of Levi’s desk, he does not even look up from his monitor.

“I’m finished cleaning, sir.”

Levi did not say anything. Instead, he stood up and went to the window. His fingers grazed along the exterior which collected dust on the tips. He studied it for a moment. Your heart stopped as your breath hitched. You did not mean to forget the windows, but they look so clean already. They truly do not need much more cleaning.

“Seems like you missed a spot.” He remarks, turning to face you.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I thought—“

“Your cleaning is lamentable. Back to dusting. Now.” He demands, cleaning the dust off of his fingers with his handkerchief.

“Yes, sir.” You reply, gathering the cleaning supplies once again. You sprayed the windows and clean every inch of them until lunch time. Levi was sure to inspect your work before releasing you to go get something to eat.

“You’re dismissed.” He finally speaks. You are quick to collect your belongings leave his office. You stroll the long hallway to the elevator. You are finally alone with your thoughts and honestly, they were overwhelming. This job is very nerve racking and it’s only your first day. You are not making the best of impressions on your boss.

Digging in your purse, you check your cellphone. You have several missed calls and texts from your significant other. A pit in your stomach began to drown your appetite. You know this is going to cause a major fight between you two. A fight you did not want to participate in.

Reluctantly, you call your boyfriend back. He picks up on the second ring.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He hissed, sending chills down your spine. The elevator doors open and you head towards the cafeteria.

“Working. I can’t be on my phone while I’m—“

“So work is more important than me?” He interrupts.

“What? No. That’s not it at all.” You argued, picking up a bag of chips and a drink from the dispensers before checking out.

“Then answer my damn calls, Y/N!”

“I can’t when I’m at work!” You exclaimed. You hand the cashier money before mouthing the words ‘thank you.’ She gave you a worried look, but you disregarded it. This is not the first time that have heard a heated conversation between you and your boyfriend.

You go find an empty table to eat by yourself. The bickering between your boyfriend did not end on a good note as the other line went dead. You slammed your phone back into your purse and forced yourself to eat your chips. You did not even want them. Your relationship is falling through the cracks, you are failing at your job, and you are on the verge of losing what is left of your sanity.

Time really slipped away while you fumed in anger because you are now late to returning to Levi’s office. Tears prickled in your eyes. This is not good at all. Levi is going to be furious. Even possibly firing you.

You raced to his office. You did not even take the elevator as it will take far too long to get to his office. You are panting by the time you arrive and sweat droplets formed at the top of your forehead. Your hands began to shake as your hand rested on the handle. You need to go in there, but your body did not want to move. Your boyfriend is already pissed. You did not want to deal with your furious boss.

Sighing, you forced yourself to go inside. “I am so sorry.” You blurt out as you enter inside. Levi is giving you a disapproving look.

“Take a seat, Y/N. We need to have a talk.”

Following your boss’ orders, you sit in the chair parallel to his. You begin to tremble as you expect the worse. Levi’s glare does not help you feel any less uneasy either. His silver orbs are staring deep into your soul and making you feel small.

“You know you’re on strike three.” Levi begins. You gulp.

“I know, sir. I’m very sorry. I’ll accept any punishment you have in mind for me.” You sigh, trying to remain brave. Levi can see right through it, though. His gaze hardens and he makes his way around to your side of the desk. He folds his arms but does not remove his gaze from you once.

“What punishment do you think you deserve?” Levi ask, hoping you have the same answer in mind as him.

“I-I’m not sure. I’ll take anything. It’s what I deserve.” You admit, a flustered feeling coming across you. Levi studied your features, clicking his tongue.

“Bend over the desk.”

“What?” You whispered, not sure if you heard your boss correctly. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His intimidating glare pierced through you.

“Talking to that lame ass boyfriend of yours must have you goin deaf. I said bend over my desk.” Levi instructs, letting go of your chin once you catch his drift. You do as your told, bending over his desk. You are uncertain what he is planning to do, but the removal of your skirt gave you a pretty good idea. Your cheeks felt hot as your bare ass is now exposed to Levi’s viewing.

“Lace panties, huh? You planned on being put in this position later?” Levi chuckles, his digits playing with the strap of your thong. You bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say. A hard smack to your bare ass caused you to release a moan.

“I asked you a question. It’s only polite to answer, brat.”

“Yes. It was for my boyfriend.” You confess in embarrassment for more reasons than one.

“Oh, I see. Your toxic little relationship is in need of fixing, but the only thing you have to offer is your pretty little pussy.” Levi analyzes, rubbing his hand on your ass before delivering another slap. You wince in pain, but you mentally screamed for more. You wanted Levi to continue spanking you.

“That’s not it, sir.” You mumbled. His hand landed down on your sore ass once more while the other hand finds refuge in your hair. He pulls it, tightly, bending your head back.

“What really gets me is this mouth of yours. I suggest you use it to tell the truth before I stuff it.” Levi growls lowly in your ear, letting go of your hair to return behind you.

Another slap was delivered. Little melodies of moans escaped your lips that you attempted to conceal. Levi did not comment on it as he proceed with the punishment. Your cunt dripped with your slick. It is begging to be touched, fucked, anything Levi desires really.

A few slaps and a very red ass later, Levi’s digits founder their way inside your soaked cunt. “Someone enjoyed themselves, hm?” He teased, curling his fingers in you. You shuffle a bit, enjoying the sensation he is giving you. The removal of his fingers made you whine in a needy tone.

“I did, Levi. Please fuck me.” You cry, wanting his cock already. He chuckled at your begging, his hand rubbing your red ass then hitting it again.

“On your knees. Now.” Levi demands. You happily oblige before him. He pats your head in approval. “Good girl. You do know how to listen.”

Levi begins unbuckling his black belt. You are practically foaming at the mouth as he slides the leather out of each loop. He sets it on the desk before proceeding to unbuckle his pants, releasing his hard cock for you to pleasure. Your eyes light up at the sight. The tip of his erection is at your lips, ready for you to move forward. Your tongue teases his sensitive head before you let each inch slide in-and-out of your saliva filled mouth.

“Yeah, like that, baby.” Levi praises as you deep throat his length. You choke some, but continue taking all of his cock. Your tongue spends time playing with the veins in his cock while his head relaxes in your throat.

“The cock hungry slut having a hard time deep throating all my cock?” Levi mocks as you pull it out to catch your breath. A string of saliva connected your lips and his cock together as your lust filled orbs met his.

“Not a chance.” You grin, placing his dick back in your mouth. Levi groans in delight as you repeat the same patterns as before. His cock twitches inside your mouth as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down your throat. You gladly swallow it as his cock becomes overwhelmed, releasing his semen onto your tongue. Not a drop was spilled as you milked his cock for all he had to offer.

Pulling away, Levi praises you again. “Such a good little slut you are. Time we give your pussy some attention, huh?”

“Yes, please, sir.” You beg, eagerly. He taps his desk.

“Bend over my desk.” He commands. Following orders, you bend over his desk like before. You arched your back so your ass and pussy is more accessible for Levi. He spreads your legs out more so your weeping cunt is fully exposed. The cold air sent chills down your spine. Levi is already hard again as he stares at your pussy.

Aligning himself, the tip of his cock enters your dripping hole, sliding in perfectly. You moan as he thrust a rough rhythm. His hips slap against your ass and his hands cling onto your hips. You tightly hang onto his desk as he pick up the pace. You sob out pleas for more.

“Better quiet down. Don’t want your coworkers hearing me fuck you like the whore you are now do we?”

You did not even care. You wanted Levi and you wanted him bad. Groans and profanities filled the room from you two as Levi hits all the right spots. You babble incoherent sentences as you start to climax again on Levi’s girth. Your walls clenched on his size and released when he re-enters himself. This does not stop Levi, though, as he chases after his own high.

“Already cumming again, slut?” Levi teases as he is slowly losing himself inside you. He hit your ass again while his dick twitches. “Ask permission next time.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You cry out, not wanting him to stop. He pulls on your hair again, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m going to fill you up so much that you have to hide it from your boyfriend.”

“Please Levi.” You beg, not even caring anymore. You wanted Levi. You have wanted him for a long time and the feeling is mutual on his end. That is why he hired you, after all.

Levi’s cock could not withstand the pressure anymore. Releasing into the depths of your cunt, he huffs profanities as every drop enters inside of you. You gladly take it as you breathe heavily. He finally pulls out, leaving you a cum filled mess. Giving your ass a gentle tap so you will get up.

“You are dismissed for the day.” Levi grumbled as he situated himself and you did the same. You straightened out your outfit and fixed your hair. You will fix your makeup in the restroom. You proceeded to exit your boss’ office when he called out to you. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yes?” You purred, looking over your shoulder.

“Let your boyfriend know you’re my slut now.”

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 3

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters/Pairing: August Walker x OFC Freya (Forest Nymph) Original Female Character is described as white/pale, short and of small build, hazel eyes, long dark hair.

Warnings (for this chapter); Talk of past abusive relationships, on the run, alcohol consumption, Daddy Kink, DD/LG, Pet names, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, hyperspermia, cum play, cum feeding, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy test.

Previous Parts:

Werewolf!Sy: Moonlight on the Sand Castle Under The Stars. Werewolf!Sy, Vampire!Walter: Chapter 1 Vampire Walter: Chapter 2

This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters. The ‘reader’ for each story will be a ‘new’ reader, so its not the same woman being with all the male characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 3

The blood slowly trickled across the board and off the table, coating the floor before running into the drain. August raised the heavy cleaver, and with one thunderous swipe severed the femur clean in two. The cleaver made a metallic clang that echoed around the stark tile lined room, and wiping his hands on his apron he lifted the product of his work and inspected his efforts closely. A smile spread over his lips as he looked up;

“There we go Mrs Mackenzie, a nice juicy bone for your dog”

The old woman smiled, her purple tinted grey hair in tight curls that barely moved as she nodded;

“Oh yes, that’ll be perfect! My Clarence will love it!”

At that very moment Clarence started yapping outside where he was tied to the specials chalkboard that sat on the sidewalk outside Walkers Meats, 10lbs of teeth, fur and anger wrapped into the body of a small West Highland Terrier;

“I’m sure he will. I’ll wrap it up for you and Freya will finish ringing up your order for you. We’ll get it delivered this afternoon…”

August walked around the counter and set the wrapped bone into the box, nodding to his assistant to finish up the order. She knew that the bone would be free of charge, but that Mrs Mackenzie would insist on tipping and sliding her $10 which August was more than happy for Freya to keep. The slight girl turned and a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, before she quietly nodded and continued with her duties.

Returning to the butchery area August glanced up and caught sight of his reflection in the painted mirror, the design obscuring the scarring on the side of his face, giving him that moment of relief from those memories of a past long ago, a life he had left behind when he had sought out quiet solitude in the peaceful mountain town of Blackwater Lake. People minded their own business there and didn’t ask questions. If you had a skill that could help others you were welcomed into the community. How August got into the meat business is a story for another day, but as his gaze travelled across the mirror to where Freya was measuring out the wild herb mixes into small mason jars he smiled and remembered instead how she came into his life.

Pulling the sign in from the sidewalk August was exhausted. Running a business completely on his own had seemed like a good idea when he’d started, he enjoyed his own company and he distrusted anyone else to do the job to a standard he would approve of. What he hadn’t counted on was the residents of this sleepy little town not only accepting him, but joyous that he was there and wanting to talk endlessly every time they visited his store. Although he was always polite and did his best to end conversations quickly, after eight hours of it he had jaw ache and knew he would need to work well into the night on the new sides of beef that had been delivered that morning if he were to have any stock to sell the next day. He glanced longingly at the small sign that sat propped up in the window; ‘Help Needed - Enquire Within’, yet he hadn’t had any takers in the month the sign had been up.

The icy winter wind curled at his neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he let out a sigh, heaving the heavy sign into the building so it didn’t blow away in the night as a icy squall blew in from the mountains. As the door slammed shut behind him it echoed a knock around the store, but when it came again he turned and let out a far from masculine yelp; the face of a pale young woman stared back at him like a ghoul in the darkness. Clearing his throat and smoothing down his blue and white striped apron, he approached the door and opened it;

“May I help you Miss?”

She nodded down to the sign;

“Do you still need someone?”

Her teeth were chattering, and it was hardly surprising as she was barely dressed for the weather, the knitted cardigan doing little to ward off the cold wind. August opened the door to allow her to enter, looking down at the top of her head as she slunk past him.

“Let me get a pot of coffee on, you must be freezing”

As he disappeared into the back office he set the pot of coffee on to heat before grabbing an old jacket that was hanging on the back of the door, returning to where his visitor stood in the store a few moments later, handing her the jacket;

“Its cold in here, we can’t have the heat on because of the meat”

Nodding she took the jacket, her teeth still chattering;

“T-t-thanks… its still warmer than outside”

He handed her a mug of steaming coffee;

“Sorry, i don’t have any creamer or sugar…” She wrapped her delicate fingers around the mug using it more for heat than sustenance as he leant back against the counter on the other side of the store; “So… you’re wanting a job? What experience have you got? You worked in retail?”

She shook her head and muttered a quiet no, keeping her eyes averted from him as she spoke;

“But i will try anything… just looking for a new start”

“Are you running from something?” A gentle nod of her head and the way she clutched the mug tighter told August it was a someone not a something; “Look, if you’re willing to learn, work hard and pay attention, i’ll give you a trial. I’ve gotta level with you, you’re the only person who’s shown any interest in the sign, and i’m getting desperate, so if you want you can start tomorrow”

Her head snapped up and for the first time he saw her eyes, deep hazel peering out from behind long strands of dark brown hair;

“Really?”

“Yes. Really” he stated in a matter of fact way; “I’ll need to get your address and details for the wages…”

“Oh… i’m not… i’ve not got anywhere. I guess i’ll find a cheap motel…”

August paused;

“Kid, there’s no motel in town… at least not this time of year. But i might have a solution for you”

Her eyes widened in fear and August realised whatever she was running from had done more damage than she showed;

“No no, not that” he assured her; “There’s a small apartment above the shop - two in fact, i’ve got one and the other i’ve never rented out, never got round to it… its small but completely self contained, your own entrance and everything, completely secure”

Once a few forms had been filled out August had gotten the girl settled in the small studio apartment. He’d shown her how the fold out bed worked, explained that the hot water fed off the furnace for the whole building so she could use as much as she wanted. A couple of minutes after he’d left her in the apartment he knocked at her door, surprised to hear the locks sliding across at first, but then realising she needed to feel safe. When she peered around the door she almost looked surprised to see him there, as if it would be anyone else;

“Umm yeah?”

August handed her a box of things he’d scavenged from his own kitchen;

“Here’s just a few things to see you through the night… I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while, but the bread was in the freezer and it’ll defrost pretty quickly if you put it in the toaster”

He handed the box to Freya, surprised at how smooth but also small her hands were as she took it from him as they brushed against his own. She nodded and smiled;

“Thank you Mr Walker”

“Night. See you bright and early tomorrow morning”

The next morning August woke to an insistent knocking on his door. Grumbling to himself he pulled on his robe and stalked across his small apartment, pulling the door open with a thunderous look on his face, ready to give whatever maniac that was knocking on his door at 5am a piece of his mind;

“WHAT THE… oh… hi…”

Freya was standing on his doormat, a look of shock on her face;

“Hi… i’m ready to start”

“To… start?”

“Work. You said bright and early”

August ran his palm over his face;

“I… When i said…” he let out a long slow breath; “I meant 8am”

“Oh.”

That was a long day, but by lunchtime Freya had mastered the cash desk and had already started to come out of her shell, the locals more than welcoming for the tiny girl with the woodland eyes, and with her help August was able to catch up on his work.

Over the following month her input had helped August expand his products, suggesting a range of seasonings in reusable jars, where if the customer returned the mason jar they’d get a discount off the next one they purchased. He discovered she had this unfathomable knowledge of herbs and plants, but also had this connection with nature he couldn’t quite understand. He’d sometimes catch her staring out of the window at the trees blowing in the wind, as if listening to their songs that were beyond his own ears.

One thing was for sure, there was a sense of magic to her and August thanked the stars above that she walked into his store on that cold winter night.

Back in the present August was busy cleaning the cutting table as Freya busied herself with her jars - it was her own little enterprise now and one she was absolutely proud of. He could see that she kept glancing outside, gnawing on her lip;

“Freya, everything ok?”

“Yes Mr Walker. I was just thinking, the next batch wild garlic is ready to be picked, if i collect some this afternoon i can have more chimichurri mixed ready for tomorrow, and that’s when the beef delivery is coming in”

August let out a chuckle;

“How many times do I have to say to call me August…” he met her gaze with a smile; “And yes, that sounds like a brilliant idea. The store’s quiet and i’ll be doing deliveries in a while, so sure, go exploring”

“Thank you Mr Walker”

August rolled his eyes and let out a laugh, watching as she hung up her apron and grabbed her foraging basket, skipping out of the door and towards the creek that fed into the lake a couple of miles away.

Three hours later August was driving back along the gravel road that led into town, having made his deliveries. The spring air was damp but warm, rain threatening to spill but the clouds unwilling to release their bounty just yet. Rounding the bend he looked out over the soft marshland, the grass knee high already and he saw a familiar figure stepping through the green undergrowth. With a smile he pulled his SUV to a stop at the side of the road, stepping out of the vehicle he leaned against the door as he watched Freya as she slowly made her way through the field, before she stopped as her attention moved to the treeline. Following her gaze he watched as a bear emerged from the woods and his heart sank. The native wildlife would be coming out of hibernation, and would be grumpy and hungry. He went to shout but a sudden rush of wind silenced his voice, watching as she held her arm out and the grass flattened in front of her as if a wind devil had made its way through. Glancing back to the bear it had stopped in its tracks but was still staring at her, but then started to circle around on the spot before settling down as if for a nap.

August anxiously watched, knowing if Freya ran she could make it to the car as long as the bear was weak, but he didn’t want to risk that it hadn’t had a belly full of salmon yet, so he quickly reached into the vehicle and pulled his unregistered handgun from beneath his seat. Back at the side of the road he raised the firearm at the bear, glancing at Freya who had now spotted him waiting for her. She started to quicken her pace through the grasses, eventually breaking into a run as she neared the embankment of the road. August glanced to where the bear had been and let out a yell as he saw it was starting to approach them;

“Freya, RUN!”

Doing as he instructed she broke into a sprint, her legs carrying her through the grass and up the embankment. Flinging his door open he motioned for her to dive in, her basket being launched into the passenger footwell as she tumbled across the centre console and into the passenger seat, August launching himself into the driver's seat and gunning the engine as he slammed the door shut, the urgent crunch of tyres on loose gravel dulling the sound of the grizzly’s roar as it had caught up, but was now rapidly disappearing into the distance of the rear view mirror.

August only slowed down as he reached the urban centre of Blackwater Lake, Freya’s breathing having finally levelled out as she turned to him;

“So… there’s bears here?”

He slowed the vehicle and pulled to a stop in a parking lot before turning to her;

“Yes. And moose and cougars and mountain lions… hell sometimes I even hear howls in the night so there’s probably something wolfy up in those mountains too… We need to get you better prepared for nature” August paused; “And what was that thing you did with your hand? That made the grass flatten and the bear sit down…”

Freya shrugged;

“I’m not sure… it's just this thing i’ve always been able to do, calm animals down”

“Huh. Didn’t seem to work this time…”

She glanced at him, her eyes wide;

“I think that was because you were there…”

August let out a laugh, before sitting back in his seat;

“Okay, point taken. I need a drink. We’re at Big-G’s, I'll buy you dinner…”

August regretted his decision. He hadn’t factored in how slight Freya was in comparison to her ability to consume alcohol, so three drinks later where all he’d had was lite beer, Freya was completely wasted. The giveaway was when she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder whilst he’d been talking to Geralt - the bar owner - and she’d started to drool on his shirt. Geralt had told him to ‘get his girl home’ with a wry laugh, telling August his meal was on the house. Something had stopped August from correcting the ashen haired man, looking down at the imp of the girl leaning on him.

He’d managed to carry her to his car fairly easily but the journey up the steps at their building had been more of a challenge. He’d managed to get her to wrap her arms around his shoulders, but had been surprised when she’d also wrapped her legs around his waist. Although it meant he could use one arm to hold her up, the feel of her warm body clinging to his sent a rush of heat through his stomach straight to his groin, he was just thankful she was so out of it she didn’t notice the tent in his pants.

As he juggled his keys he found the spare for her apartment but then thought better of it, unsure how she was when she’d had alcohol, and instead opened his own apartment. Crossing the almost dark room he reached the couch and slowly lowered her down to the cushions, her whimpers of loss as he started to pull away making him pause;

“Mmmm Daddy, you’re so warm…”

Holding her still a low rumble slowly bubbled through his throat when she nuzzled against his neck;

“Daddy smells so good…” and she pressed a kiss to the stubble on his chin.

August knew she was drunk, probably didn’t even realise it was him, after all who would want someone as broken and scarred as he was, but for that briefest of moment’s he relished her touch and what was going on in her tequila addled mind. He couldn’t help himself and pressed the briefest of kiss to her cheek;

“Time to sleep now little Kitten” he muttered before reluctantly uncoupling himself from her grasp, pulling a blanket over her as she dozed on his couch. Raking his hand down his face he let out a sigh, before grabbing a glass of water and setting it onto the coffee table in front of her. A scribbled note on the back of a flyer explained that she was drunk and he wasn’t sure if she would need his help, and he didn’t want to invade her privacy of her own apartment.

Having poured himself a generous glass of vodka, August withdrew to his own bedroom, silently closing the door before stripping for bed. It was an early night but without the TV to entertain him and no desire to get lost in a book, he settled on top of the covers in just his underwear, sipping at the ice cold liquor as he willed the swelling of his loins to subside. However every time he tried to clear his mind, all he could imagine was Freya. The thought of her small body beneath his, their bodies sweaty and writhing as one. Finally with a curse he gave in to his desires, pulling his underwear down and taking his hard length into his hand, pumping dry to increase the friction as his mind descended further into taboo territory. He imagined it was her hand, calling him Daddy as she asked if she was doing it right, that her perfect lips would duck down and take his bulbous tip into her mouth, her tongue lapping at his slit as her hazel eyes would stare back up at him, wide with innocence. With a strangled cry he came in violent spurts, covering his hand and stomach in ropes of his cum, thoughts of the delicate woman in his lounge lapping at his spent seed prolonging his orgasm until he was aching and empty. With a curse he looked down at the mess he’d made, realising he needed to clean himself up.

The quiet click of his front door woke August the next morning, pushing himself up off the pillow as he heard small footsteps down the outside of the building and the quiet beep of his car being unlocked. Wondering what the hell was happening he leapt out of bed and peered out of the window, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw a dishevelled Freya gathering the wild garlic that had been scattered around his inside of his vehicle the day before.

A few minutes later the thud of his keys falling onto his doormat where she’d posted them through the letterbox sounded through his apartment, and when he went to collect them he found a small note with them;

‘Mr Walker, thank you for your help, I hope I didn't make a fool of myself last night. Your car stinks of garlic now, i’m going to walk up the creek and collect some herbs that will help reduce the odour, Freya x’

An hour later when she hadn’t returned, August set off towards the creek through the pleasant woodland, the sunlight leaving dappled patches of gold on the forest floor. Coming to the wide bend in the creek where the water was shallow, he saw the swing over the water that someone had put there years ago, mismatched ropes and a wooden seat, and how someone had now woven wildflowers into the ropes, and as he glanced upstream he saw Freya knee deep in the water, a butterfly dancing on her hand.

Something overcame him and he pulled off his boots and socks, rolling up his pants as he stepped out into the water and sat on the swing, silently watching as she charmed nature beyond a simple human’s comprehension, having control of the elements like a forest nymph. August had seen a lot of unusual things in the time he’d lived in Blackwater Lake, he knew those that had something a little special about them gravitated towards the sleepy little mountain town, so as he watched Freya make her way upstream towards him he realised there was magic in the air. Small water spouts rose from the water as she took each step, as if chasing after her touch as she stepped from rock to rock submerged under the water.

As she approached the shallow bend in the creek she finally looked up and saw August, a smile spreading over her lips;

“Hi”

“Its so pretty here, isn’t it?” she asked wistfully

“Beautiful from where i’m sitting”

She approached where he sat, stopped at arms reach, a hint of blush warming her cheeks;

“I’m sorry if I was inappropriate last night… thank you for taking care of me, i’m not a big drinker”

“You weren’t inappropriate…” he reassured her; “But it's been a while since a beautiful woman called me Daddy… since before… since before i was broken...”

Her gaze moved to the scar on the side of his face, and without a word she stepped forward and pressed her hand to the spidery scarring. In that moment August felt the magic in her touch, prickling at his skin before she nimbly climbed onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist and she lowered her lips to his, softly brushing against his as she spoke;

“You’re not broken, no more than I am…”

The kiss was soft and slow, and as her tongue started to gently tease at the seam of his lips she eased her weight completely onto his lap, her core pressing to his, the heat of their growing lust growing like an ember between them.

Her small tongue licked into his mouth, tasting him as she pressed her body flush to his chest, small whimpers coming from her as his hands splayed over her back and pulled her firmly down onto his growing arousal. When the need for oxygen finally took precedence August’s lips traced a path of kisses down her jaw and neck, her fingers winding through his dark curls as her head fell back to give him better access to the pale expanse of her collarbone;

“Oh Daddy…”

“That’s it my little one, i’m going to treat you so well, my little Kitten…” August’s mustache brushed against her heated skin as he spoke, the gentle sway of the swing letting their bodies move against each other.

Just at that moment an ominous creak sounded above them, drawing their attention up into the tree’s canopy, just in time to see the rope that held the swing up snap, plunging them down into the shallow creekwater below.

With shouts and screams the moment of passion was lost, taken over by the shock of the water hitting their heated skin. August helped Freya up, her dress plastered to her skin in much the same way his shirt was, soaked head to toe he shook the water from his hair;

“Home?”

“Yes Daddy” Freya purred, pulling into his touch as he wrapped an arm around her to help her out of the water.

Pushing in the door to his apartment, clothes were being pulled from each other's bodies even as the door was still ajar. As he pulled his shirt off, Freya’s hands were curling into the hair on his chest, an almost feral growl bubbling from her lips as she ran her hands down to his stomach and rested on the buckle of his belt. Catching her hands in his he held them gently, only speaking when she looked up and met his gaze;

“Kitten, I want to be sure you want this… You’re in total control here, you set the boundaries, you say when you need to stop. But if you do want this, i’ll be your Daddy and take care of you like a Princess”

Freya voice shook as she spoke;

“I want this… my last… he wanted to be my Daddy but didn’t treat me right. He took more than I could give…”

August lifted her small hands to his mouth, kissing each fingertip with such great care and tenderness her heart almost melted before she finally spoke again;

“We should really check for leeches”

“WHAT?!”

Freya had never seen anyone strip their clothing off quite as fast as August just had. For a big man - and a pretty tough one at that - the mere thought of little blood suckers had him stripping completely naked in a matter of seconds, Freya pulling her dress off a little slower until she stood in just her simple underwear. August was still patting himself down, turning to look at his behind;

“Am I ok?”

Freya couldn’t help herself, stepping forwards and taking two handfuls of August’s pert asscheeks, giving them a squeeze before running her palms over the perfectly rounded globes of his buttocks;

“More than ok”

In the following moments August carried her to his small bathroom, turning the shower on before he stepped under the warm jets of water, pulling her with him so he could soap her down. The scent of sandalwood of his soap as he carefully washed every inch of her body was overwhelming, taking care of her to wash any last traces of creek water from her body. He paused as he reached the apex of her thighs, waiting for her agreement which she quickly nodded for him to continue, his large hand sliding between her legs and caressing her lips. His skilled fingers soon sought out her pearl, teasing it gently from its hood before he slid a finger into her waiting heat, a cry falling from her lips which he quickly swallowed with a kiss. His work calloused hands quickly drove her to an orgasm - a first of many - and as she came she called his name, like a prayer on her lips.

Shutting the water off, August carefully lifted her out of the bath, wrapping a large towel around her before scooping her into his arms and carrying her to his bed. On the messy covers her hair clung to her skin, before he carefully lifted the long tendrils from her chest and was able to take in the sight of her petite naked body laying fresh and prone on his bed. Her hand reached out for him, pulling him close;

“Daddy, I want to feel you…”

August smiled;

“Will you be a good girl for me Kitten? Do you think you can take me? You’re awfully small, and I'm pretty big…”

She sat up, pressing a hand to his chest;

“Can I try? Can I go on top?”

Nodding August lay on the bed, propped up against the pillows, lifting her petite frame on top of him. He watched with pleasure as she wriggled down the bed, her hands gripping his thighs as she settled between his legs. Wrapping her small hands around his generous length she looked up at him as she started to give small licks to his hot flesh, her fingers struggling to encircle his meaty girth. Opening her mouth she took a good three inches between her lips straight away, a litany of curses falling from August’s lips as he felt the hot wet heat of her mouth engulf him. It was better than he could ever had imagined, and he had to grip at the bedsheets to stop himself from cumming at that very moment. Steadying his breathing he let out a low sigh before he reluctantly pulled her off, a trail of spittle hanging between his dick and her mouth;

“But Daddy, I want to taste your cum…”

“I know Kitten, but it's going to be a lot the first time, and I want to see your cunt dripping with me, knowing your tight little pussy is going to overflow with the amount I'm going to pump into you. Now be a good girl and see what you can do, let's make it fit…”

Straddling his thick thighs she positioned herself over his hard shaft, her hand holding him steady as she swiped him through her folds to douse his gnarled girth with her juices, before settling with the tip at her entrance. August ran his hands up and down her arms, comforting her and hoping to get her to relax. He was a patient man but the feel of her soaked flesh pressing against his crown was becoming a struggle not to grab her hips and pull her down until he was balls deep in one swift thrust.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Freya slowly lowered herself onto August’s shaft, going at a pace she could cope with, but the strain of holding back caused perspiration to bead on August’s forehead;

“Doing so well Kitten… I know its a lot, but you can do it… you’re so fucking tight…. Fuck…”

Taking a deep breath Freya finally let herself fall the rest of the way, feeling him part her silken walls until she was settled on his lap. Tears fell from her eyes, tiny diamonds adorning her cheeks at the overwhelming sense of fullness she was experiencing. Seeing these August kissed them away, his praises made her swell with pride as he admitted to her he was struggling not to cum from just the feeling of her tight walls engulfing him. He pushed a hand between their bodies, resting his palm on her stomach;

“Put your hand here… you’re so tiny I can feel myself deep inside you, your little tummy blown out with my dick…”

His thumb crept down and grazed at her pearl, making her cry out before yearning for more. With his ministrations she was soon relaxed enough to start to ride him, her nimble thighs bouncing on his meaty counterparts, feeling the slick push and pull as he filled her whilst she drove them towards their peak.

Unsurprisingly Freya came first, the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through her body was all too much to hold back, and she came with a silent scream, her body gripping August so tight it set him off, pushing in so deep he was sure his dick had kissed her cervix, before flooding her with endless ropes of his thick seed, soothing her inner core with his milky gift. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her to his chest, holding her tight as the floods of emotions surged through her, stroking her back tenderly.

Eventually he carefully lifted her onto the bed, peppering her bare skin with bristly kisses, before parting her thighs and leaning back to admire his handiwork, a thick sheen of white covering her swollen petals. With a single finger he carefully swiped through his mess, before holding it to her mouth;

“Taste Kitten… taste our passion…”

Holding onto his wrist she sucked the digit into her mouth, her tongue tasting their combined essence. When his finger finally dropped from her lips his gaze fell down and hers followed, her eyes going wide when she saw he was hard and ready for more. Laying back she hooked her hands behind her knees and spread herself open for him;

“Daddy, will you fill me up again, please?”

Positioning himself at her cum soaked hole August smiled, a dark hint of lust glinting in his eyes;

“It would be my pleasure Kitten”

Three weeks later

Freya chewed nervously on her lip, having circled the isles of the drug store too many times to count now, waiting for a time when there was no-one near what she needed. Finally it was the right moment and she slunk into the isle, grabbing the thin rectangular box before stepping back and bumping into someone, her item tumbling to the floor as a third set of feet appeared;

“Freya! Mrs Syverson! Good Morning!”

It was Sue from the coffee shop, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere just as Mrs Syverson had backed away from the opposite shelf to keep little baby Luna from grabbing the glass bottles of antacid medicine. Mrs Syverson immediately clocked what Freya had been holding;

“Oh Freya, could you just reach those things for me? I can’t reach down with Luna here…”

With shaking hands Freya handed the bag of cotton wool balls and the pregnancy test to the woman only a couple of years her senior, who in turn smiled at Sue as she laughed;

“Sy’s always keeping me on my toes… in more ways than one” She winked before tugging on Freya’s arm; “Sweetie, I need to place an order for a big cookout we have coming up for Sy’s birthday…”

Steering her away from town gossip Sue, Mrs Syverson lowered her voice;

“I’ll meet you outside sweetie, don’t worry about it, i saw you circling the shop”

A few minutes later Mrs Syverson appeared at the door, two drugstore bags in her hand before handing one to Freya;

“My advice, tell August now, do the test together”

“Are you sure? Do you think he’ll be angry?”

“Angry? Hell no, i think it’ll be what he wants, and no matter what the result he’s always had puppy dog eyes for you, we could all tell from the moment you walked into his life”

Peering into the bag Freya saw there was also a bag of Hershey’s kisses;

“You’ll need the sugar, to calm your nerves afterwards”

“Thanks Mrs S… i appreciate it”

“No problem Freya… and i’ll see you tomorrow, i really do need to place that order, but get today over and done with first”

That afternoon Freya and August took the test, then feasted on kisses of every kind.

#august walker #august walker fanfic #august walker smut #august walker x ofc #henry cavill

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Walking Home

This is inspired by @buggachat’s Bakery AU. I hope this is okay because I love this idea so much and I loved the winery arc. I wrote this assuming Adrien also lives at the bakery, though I don’t know.

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“Okay no, no first of all they did NOT kick us out because I spilled. But IF did they did then that’s your fault!” Marinette exclaimed as the four of them left the restaurant.

“I didn’t mean that time,” clarified a bubbly Adrien as he ran ahead. “I meant when you kept turning the glasses into microphones and trying to get everyone to sing when they were still pretty full.”

“No! No! No!” she insisted, running up to him and giving him a gently tap on shoulder. “It was because you kept making chicken noises and they were awful!”

“They were amazing.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever heard a chicken,” she said smugly as she attempted to suppress her laughter at the memory. “It was so high pitched.”

“Bawk bawk bawk,” said Adrien quietly. Seeing Marinette suppress more laughter, he kept going and got louder. She couldn’t stand still, the laughter causing her to bend in half unable to catch her breath. Making her laugh was somehow so addicting and so he kept doing the awful chicken noise, getting higher and louder and faster. Passerbys gave them strange looks and rolled their eyes. Alya couldn’t help but smile at the thought that everyone who saw them must assume they were lifelong friends. Maybe even more than that.

“Oh wow I didn’t realize how late it was,” announced Alya, pretending to check her phone. She was fairly certain the two forgot her and Nino were there. “Ugh, I’ve got an interview scheduled for the blog at 8am.”

“Yeah and I’ve got to wake her up otherwise she’ll never get there on time,” added Nino with a laugh, catching on quickly. Adrien and Marinette snapped out of their bubble, seeing suddenly how ridiculous they must seem.

“We should do this again soon though,” said Alya. “All of us,” she added, looking at Adrien.

“Yeah, this was fun,” said Marinette, sneaking a glance at Adrien (though he didn’t notice) before turning back to Alya. “Are you okay to get home?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna grab a taxi,” said Alya. “What about you two? Are you okay? You didn’t switch to water when Nino and I did.”

“That was water? I thought you guys just switched to white wine,” asked Adrien. Nino chuckled and handed Adrien his phone so the two could make plans to hang out later in the week.

While the boys talked, Alya pullled Marinette into a hug to supposedly say goodbye.

“No girl, for real are you okay to get home? We can drop you off,” she whispered.

“No it’s okay you guys live the opposite way and you need to get up early,” whispered Marinette back. “The bakery isn’t that far and It’s not like I’m walking alone.”

“Exactly,” said Alya, pulling away but making sure the boys were too distracted by their conversation to hear theirs. “I know tonight was fun but you didn’t start the day being Adrien’s biggest fan. You’re okay walking home with him?”

“Yes Alya I’m fine,” she hiccuped. “I’m not even that drunk.”

“Marinette!” Adrien called suddenly, very excited. “Can we make pizza at the bakery?!”

“Oh my god pizzaaaaaa!” She exclaimed far too loudly, throwing her hands in the air. “Yes, yes let’s go! Bye Alya!”

She ran ahead and Adrien excitedly and instinctively followed her, the two a collection of giggle and hiccups stumbling between the street lights.

“Text me when you get home!” Alya called after the pair. They were quite a sight. She couldn’t help but smile at the fact that this morning Marinette couldn’t say his name without grimacing and now they were rushing off into the night. She wondered how Marinette would feel about the blonde boy tomorrow.

“Pizza, pizza, pizza!” The two exclaimed as they trudged down the sidewalk.

“Okay I know we have dough and cheese I don’t know if we have any pizza sauce,” said Marinette raking her brain. “Do we want toppings? Because I think we just have sprinkles, maybe we-ahhh!” Suddenly the ground came rushing at her, but before she had time to process what was happening she was stopped inches from the pavement. She looked up and saw Adrien had caught her in the knick of time. His hands were on her waist as if he was dipping her in a some eleaborate dance. The streetlight above him reflected on his golden hair like a halo.

He really was a good model, she couldn’t help but think as she found herself drawn to his light like an innocent moth.

“Sorry,” he said realizing the position they were in. “Force of habit, I guess. I didn’t mean, I mean I-.”

“Don’t apologize,” she breathed, not attempting to remove herself from his grip. “You’ve just got like catlike reflexes.”

“Yeah, I maybe??” He laughed. He couldn’t even explain her own pun to her as he pulled her to her feet. “Hehe, uh sorry if I distracted you again.”

“No, no it’s my own fault, I’m extra clumsy when I’m drunk,” she explained, bashful suddenly for some reason. “I’m a regular public menace. But thanks for not letting me fall on my face.”

He smiled. “Anytime,” he stood up straight and offered her his arm. “To ensure you don’t fall again,” he explained.

The logic of his reasoning negated any objections her former view of him held at the ready. He didn’t have to be kind to her when it was just them, and this must be why she held onto his arm so firmly and allowed herself to be so close as they walked. She suddenly felt guilty for her ulterior motives in inviting him out. The skeptic in her wanted to point out that maybe he was faking being drunk, or was so well versed at deception that alcohol had no affect on his ability to lie. But a larger part of her just wanted to rest her head on his shoulder as he led her home, contently listening to him ramble.

“Okay but why isn’t pizza a pastry?” he continued. “Like a lot of baked goods have cheese, they all have dough. Is it the sauce? But donuts have filling and the tomato is a fruit, I think-?”

“Maybe pizza can be your menu speciality,” she murmured, following the voice that told her to rest her head. “But you can give it a fun name and make it look different so they won’t know it’s pizza until they taste it. You’d think of a good name, you’re funny.”

“I’m funny?” he asked, genuinely surprised and flattered.

“I’m drunk, who knows what I’m saying,” she joked. “I’ll deny it but yes you are funny. I like when you write puns on the specials board.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be a fan of bad puns.”

“I’ve heard worse,” she murmured, her mouth moving faster than her mind. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?” he tried, trying to careful in this new territory, but fighting his catlike curiosity . “Are you a secret comedian?”

“No, no but I was in love with a boy who made puns a lot,” she said quietly, almost just to herself. “It seems so silly but now whenever I hear a good one I write it down so I don’t forget. So I can tell it to him. But I’m never gonna see him again. That’s so stupid isn’t it?”

He saw tears forming in her eyes. “I think it’s sweet,” he said. “Is he someone you meet in New York? On your internship?”

She stopped, her mind had brought up another similarly between him and Chat Noir and that was extra confusing right now. But she hadn’t had anyone to talk to about Chat and it felt nice to share something about him aloud. She had to tread carefully though.

“I’m sorry if you don’t wanna talk about it,” said Adrien before she could find the words. “It’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he continued, gently removing his arm from her. “You’ve already done so much for me, helping me at the bakery, letting me into your home, inviting me out tonight . You’re a very kind person Marinette and I’ve invaded so much of your space already, I shouldn’t be invading your privacy.”

“No, Adrien please it is okay,” she insisted. “I brought it up. And I... I’ve never brought it up to anyone before, to be honest. And it must be because... I like talking to you. Because-.”

“-of the wine?” He offered.

“-because we’re friends,” she finished, looking up at him with soft, truthful eyes.

“I think it is the wine,” he joked, only half certain.

“Here, I’ll prove it,” she said, keeping her purse and rummaging through its contents. Finally she found what she was searching for. “Here,” she said, placing something in his hand.

“What is this?”

“My lucky charm,” she said proudly, as he opened his hand to reveal a simple keychain composed of colorful beads. “I made it during my internship, it helped me when I had deadlines or a creativity block. I take it everywhere.”

“And you’re giving this to me?”

“Well I still plan on needing it and having it close by, so I wouldn’t just entrust it to someone I don’t want in my space would I? It’s probably not as flashy as the friendship bracelets Chloe made you but-.”

She was cut off as Adrien pulled her into a tight embrace. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

She hesitated, but returned the gesture. “You’re welcome,” she said as the two stood in the middle of the sidewalk, embracing for probably a little too long. “Adrien, since we’re friends, I think I should be honest with you.”

He pulled back to face her, his face still holding a smile despite her dismal tone. “What is it?”

“Today, when I invited you...” she began, her pride almost too big a pill to swallow. “Well, I had ulterior motives for inviting you.”

“Really?”

“I thought, oh god I’m so embarrassed,” she pushed through. “I though you had ... a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Yes,” she buried her face in her hands, utterly embarrassed. “Ugh, and I thought it you got drunk enough you would blurt it out. And that’s so awful of me and I know it’s dishonest, but I promise you it’s not like that anymore. I was paranoid, I guess. I don’t know. But I’m so sorry. really do enjoy spending time with you-.”

“What kind of secret?”

“Huh?” She said, surprised he wasn’t mad. “Oh, i-it doesn’t matter. It was still wrong of me.”

“Well why couldn’t you ask me about it before?”

“I didn’t have any sort of proof,” she admitted. “Only a hunch.”

“Why?” He asked. He wasn’t mad but she couldn’t place his tone. People must have accused him of this before. She knew now he wasn’t his father, he was more than whatever his past held, and he didn’t deserve another faker. She knew he’d ask what she suspected and it would ruin everything but maybe she could make it less awful if she kept apologizing?

“Nothing major, just because of how you acted around me-.”

“I see.”

“-but I know now I was completely wrong,” she quickly went on. “Getting to know you tonight and spending more time with you at the bakery, I know I was wrong.”

“Oh,” was that all he could say? Oh?!

“Because you’re just so nice!” She went on, her drunk brain turning to rambling. “You’re actually a really great guy, and you’re just quiet at first, you’re ... a friend...”

“Just a friend?” He asked, the word holding his attention tight.

“Yes,” she said, hoping he was considering accepting her apology. “And I- oh darn it.” Suddenly, a raindrop fell onto Marinette’s cheek. Then another. Without warning the sky began to pour, and the pair sought shelter. Adrien took off his jacket and placed it over Marinette’s head to attempt and shield her from the rain, a fruitless attempt as the jacket immediately became soaked and heavy and helpful to no one.

As they made their way through the waterfall that claimed the sidewalk, an abandoned umbrella leaning against a building caught Adrien’s eye. He swooped in to grab and quickly opened it over Marinette’s head. “Ugh, I can’t see,” she cried, the rain causing her eye makeup to run and sting her eyes. She wiped it away, only to smudge it and give cover her face with a charcoal color. Adrien laughed.

“Mademoiselle Hamster, you look more like a raccoon now,” he wheezed. Before Marinette could offer a clever response, she saw the rain continued to fall on him as she was safely covered.

“You’re going to catch pneumonia,” she stated angrily.

“It’s not a very big umbrella,” he said, still laughing.

“Nonsense,” she said, yanking the umbrella handle to spin him in. “I’m not about to let you get sick and stick me with all the work at the bakery.”

But the umbrella was very small. And in order for them both to be covered, they had to stand very close together.

“Fine by me,” breathed Adrien, looking down at Marinette. She stood in front of him, her hands landing instinctively on his chest as if they were slow dancing. She was aware of this, but did not remove them. Her eyes went to the ground, not being about to handle the closeness with eye contact. In one hand Adrien held the umbrella, the other one slowly went to removed a strand of wet hair from her face. A bolt of lighting graced the sky.

“You were right you know,” he said quietly, the rain almost drowning him out.

“About what?”

“About my secret,” he said with a chuckle. “I thought I hid it well, but I guess I made it really obvious.”

“What?” Said Marinette, looking up at him is disbelief, her hands trembled. “No, no you’re still drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying. No, no I know now... after everything that happened it can’t be true.”

“Do you... not want it to be true?”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter what I want,” she admitted, bowing her head again. “Either it’s true or it’s not.”

“I promise you, it’s very true,” said Adrien, his voice softer than she had ever heard but somehow insanely familiar. He placed his free hand under her chin and lead her to meet his gaze.

“Wait, what did you think I-.”

“Marinette, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more direct with you,” he began. “But I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again since... you’re so amazing and I- I’m done keeping secrets; I do have feelings for you.”

“W-what kind of feelings?” she asked, a tiny portion of her intoxicated little mind convinced he was angry with her.

Adrien closed his eyes and leaned in close to her and his lips stopped mere inches from her own. Hesitating. Waiting. Silence. She looked at him, no streetlight caught his hair now but the shine remained. The glow was just him. He wasn’t a spy, he wasn’t a traitor, he wasn’t a villain. Her mind ran with things he was not until suddenly she realized what he was. Kind. Handsome. Funny. Charming. She had taken these things for granted before and thought they were lost and locked away forever. It was like they were reincarnated, her heart fluttered in an nearly forgotten familiar way as if to say she had been here before. As if to say this is exactly where she was meant to be.

Lighting crashed in the distance.

She chased the feeling and eliminated the space between them, drawn to him like he was magnetic. She could could blame it on the wine. She could blame it on the rain. She could blame it on the way his eyes were so gentle and vibrant at the same time like a lush green forest she wanted to explore until she was hopelessly lost. But she crashed into him like a she was a tidal wave, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled herself up to kiss him. He stepped back, surprised but pleased and tossed aside the umbrella in favor of having both his arms around her as he eagerly kissed her back. He lifted her off the ground, perhaps a little too overzealous, and the pair found themselves on the ground in the middle of a puddle. Only then did they break apart, like a dream they were rudely awakened from, and Marinette found herself laying on top of him.

Adrien looked at her, eyes wide and curious, awaiting a sign of how she felt. Even now, with her eyeliner smudged and her hair soaking wet, his heart skipped a beat in way it hadn’t done in years. What was she thinking? Should he say something? His mind raced with what to say next, he had imagined this confession thousands of times since he realized his feelings, but none of his scenarios went quite like this. He didn’t want to risk ruining anything, if there was even something to ruin. He played the last minute over and over in his head like a romantic film scene. He smiled a wide smile and if Marintee didn’t know any better, she could have sworn he was purring.

Marinette took that as her signal to lean forward, slower and more graceful than the first attempt and kissed him again. It was less rushed and more gentle, but also more certain. The umbrella was carried away by the wind, the two seemed to have forgotten about the rain or any storms between them.

The next day, Marinette awoke feeling sicker than she had ever felt in her life. Not only did she have a massive hangover, but being stuck in the rain had given her a terrible cold as well. Her body couldn’t decide which unpleasant feeling to focus on so she remained in bed, cursing the world.

“Hey girl,” came Alya’s voice from the doorway. “Heard you weren’t feeling too good.”

“Alya I’m dying,” moaned Marinette.

“Were you so busy dying that you couldn’t text me that you go home safely?” laughed Alya, removing the pillow from her face. “Omigosh you didn’t even wash your face last night. You really were trashed.”

“Ugh I don’t even remember it raining last night, but I woke up soaked,” complained Marinette.

“Wait, you don’t remember it raining?”

“No, after we said goodbye to you and Nino the night it a total blur.”

“Oh, does Adrien remember the rain?”

“I don’t know, we don’t talk,” Marinette reminded her, covering her head with a blanket. “I don’t know what I said to him on the walk home, but my throat is killing me so it feels like I was yelling.

“Wait, you don’t remember anything from the walk home?”

“No,” repeated Marinette. “Why? Did I drunk dial you or something?”

“Uh, no,” said Alya with a mischievous smile. “But when it started to rain I told the cab driver to drive by your place to see if you guys got caught in the rain and I’m so glad I did because I saw something very interesting.”

“What?”

Alya simply handed Marinette her phone and braced herself for the reaction she knew was coming. Marinettte had to do a double take at first. But there was no mistaking this was a picture of her. And Adrien. Kissing.

“WHAT?!” She exclaimed, giving herself a worse headache. “Ouch. Ugh, Alya please tell me this is photoshopped, this is a joke right?”

“Not this time, I am an eyewitness,” assured her friend. “I saw everything.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he kissed me,”

“Well you shouldn’t because if you go back a little bit you see it’s clear as day who kissed whom,”

“What?” But it was true. She swiped back and forth and there was no arguing that she pulled him in, she reached up, she kissed him. Twice. “Oh no.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” said Alya taking back her phone. “If kissing a former model in the rain is the worst thing you’ve done after drinking, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t see why you don’t like him anyway, you two got along so well yesterday.”

“Oh no no no I just thought it was another dream!”panicked Marinette.

“Another?” Teased Alya. “So you often dream about kissing Adrien?”

Only when he’s working with his supervillain father “I’m never drinking again,” vowed Marinette, burying her head in her hands. “Please tell me no one else saw those photos.”

“Just me and Nino, but I’m keeping them for blackmail,” confirmed Alya as she headed for the door. “Or to show at your wedding.”

Marinette threw a pillow at the door, just missing her friend as she took her leave. What had gotten into her? Besides copious amounts of wine, that is. She prayed that Adrien’s memory of last night was even foggier than hers. She wished she had Tikki with her to talk her through this without any judgment but she just had her. And all she could do was panic.

“Hey, are you up?” Came a small voice accompanied by a knock on her door. “I just saw Alya leave and I wanted to check on you if that’s okay.”

It was Adrien. “Um yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess,” she replied. He didn’t come in, she didn’t invite him. He was still wary of her. That must be as good sign, right?

“A headache?” He chuckled knowingly. “I had one too. I made a smoothie and that kind of helped. I can bring you one. Or leave it in the kitchen for you.”

“Thanks,” she said awkwardly. Silence stood between them for what felt like hours.

“Listen, about last night,” Adrien said at last. Marinette braced herself for the worst.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to say thank you,” he said outside the door. “It meant a lot, you guys inviting me out. I had a lot of fun, well the parts I remember anyway.”

“Do you... remember walking home?”

“Hardly,” he admitted. “Apparently it rained?”

She laughed. “Go figure,” she said. She cousins sent he was right: she did enjoy the parts she remembered. “But um thank you too for helping me get home safely. You’re a good friend.”

The sound of the word made him blush, he was grateful she couldn’t see his face. “Anytime,” he said. “Feel better, I guess I’ll see you later?”

“See ya,” she said, as she heard him walk away from the door and flopped on her bed in relief. Crisis averted.

Adrien made his way down the stairs, Marinette’s keychain in hand. The moments of last night replayed in his head. It was blurry to him as well, but a few moments stood out to him. Mostly, the way she said ��lucky charm’ and the way her smudged makeup resembled a mask.

#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous #bakery enemies au #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #ladynoir

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earthblooded · 3 years

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Just a drink - Rayllum Modern AU

Rayllum - Modern AU

Rating: M

Warning: Suggestions to adult-themed content, but nothing explicit.

Synopsis: Rayla's roommate, Nyx, convinces her to take a break from work for a night out, leading to a fun night, but eventual regret.

This is a fic that's been in my head for way longer than any other fic I've written for TDP but I never really had the time or energy to write it. I still technically don't have the time to write it, but I sure did find the energy tonight.

It'll probably turn into a multi-chap fic at some point, but I'll hold off uploading to ao3 until I intend to do so

“C’mon Rayla, you work yourself to death.”

Rayla sighed, leaning away from her laptop. She wasn’t a workaholic as many people pegged her to be, she just liked to keep herself busy. Getting any work done was becoming more and more challenging with her roommate breathing down her neck. This was the fourth time she had asked her to go out drinking.

“I can’t Nyx, it’s a Sunday and I need to be up early for work tomorrow.” Rayla chewed on her lip, glancing at the time – 8 pm – she still had time to get some reports finished before an early night.

“Well, everyone says Sunday is the new Friday, so maybe you should just come out.”

She stopped typing to raise her eyebrow, casting a skeptical look at her friend. “Who says that?”

“People.” Nyx answered, before waving her hand dismissively, “and anyway, you need the time to chill out. You’ve clearly been stressed because you keep snapping at me about dumb stuff.”

Rayla considered this, wincing when she recalled several occasions on that same day she had been short with Nyx about housekeeping, turning off music, her poor habits... “Fine, I’ll come out, but you can’t pester me about this again for another month.”

“Deal.”

Rayla gave her a week to break that deal.

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“I thought we we’re just going for drinks.” Rayla said, as they queued to get into a club.

“I think they do drinks here.” Nyx nodded, pointing to a poster for drink deals on the wall. “Look, 2 for 1 on shots.”

“You know what I mean – like beer in the local, not clubbing.” Rayla watched a group of young women staggered out, giggling. “Nyx, you know I hate this, please can we go somewhere else?”

“No was Jose. You’re going to let loose tonight and tomorrow you will thank me.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

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Heaviness was the only word she could use to describe how she felt waking up the next day, her ringtone blaring in her ear. She wasn’t hungover, she barely drank anything, but she was tired – having arrived home at ridiculous-o-clock.

Home... no not quite, she realised, as she opened her eyes. Her bedroom didn’t have stacks of canvases and paint pots on every available surface. She sat up suddenly as her eyes scanned the room, trying to identify anything familiar to give her a clue as to where she was. Her clothing was scattered about the floor, her purse and contents among them. Light cast in through floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned with vine plants wrapping around the curtain poles. Sheer white curtains hung from them.

She pulled the duvet around her shoulders, feeling exposed despite still wearing underwear. She had a fairly good inkling as to what happened but there was one thing missing...

“Oh, you’re awake!”

Ahh. This is what happened.

She was greeted by a man in the doorway of the room, his brown hair ruffled, pupils blown wide as he regarded her and his t-shirt neckline was askew revealing the pink mark she had left him on his collarbone. This along with the state of the room, painted a fairly clear image of what had happened, even to those not involved.

In his hands, he held a tray with a small French-press, a couple of mugs and a plate of some sort of pastry. He crossed the room, setting down the tray on the bedside table as he sat opposite her.

“Coffee?” He offered, pouring a mug.

“Hmm,” she smiled, accepting it. As their fingers brushed, her mind flashed to the night before – his breath in her ear, lips on her skin, hands and body tending to her needs – she shifted uncomfortably as she felt that same heat rise up in her again. “Is this how you treat all the girls you bring home?” She asked, her eyebrow raised.

“I’ve never really had a one-night stand, so no... but maybe I’ll start.”

“Oh, just the one night we’re having, is it?” Rayla said, feigning offence. She’d never felt so bold before, but with this guy, she felt comfortable.

“Not if I can help it.” he replied, his eyes landing on her lips as he leaned forward.

Rayla’s ringtone blared again and the man’s head dropped into the crook of her neck as he groaned. She laughed, consoling him by smoothing down his shaggy hair as she picked up her phone.

Nyx was calling... holy shit 6 missed calls.

Her eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of the screen – 8am.

“Shit!” Rayla sprang free from his embrace and his lips on her neck. She bundled her clothing in her arms and hurried to the door. “I’m sorry, I have to go - I need to go home and change before work.”

“Wait, what about your coffee?”

“Sorry... you drink mine. You’ll need it after the night we had.” Really not the time to flirt right now, Rayla she chastised herself, lingering by the door as she watched him rise to protest further.

“What about breakfast? My aunt always said that breakfast was the most important meal of the day.” He raised an eyebrow, in an attempt to tempt her... and it almost worked.

“I don’t have time. I’m sorry – we'll do this another time and we’ll have breakfast, okay?” He sighed, but nodded in agreement. “Great, where’s your bathroom?”

Rayla came out a few moments later, having dressed and made herself semi-presentable for the commute back to the apartment. She found the man in the hallway, a brown bag in his hand held out to her.

“What’s this?”

“You should never miss breakfast.” He smiled, placing the bag into her waiting hand. “Here’s yours, to go.”

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It was almost 10am and Rayla was sat in her office, staring at the reports she had yet to finish. The ones she should have finished last night if Nyx hadn’t have dragged her away.

Nyx. Rayla had just enough time to change and freshen up when she got back before heading to the office, but hadn’t caught up with Nyx yet.

The dial tone rang twice before she picked up.

“Oh, my gods, Rayla?”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t have time to call you back and you weren’t home when I got in.”

“I went to work early. Are you okay?” She asked, but gave little time for Rayla to answer before she continued. “When you didn’t answer for the fourth time last night, I assumed you’d been kidnapped. Police said I had to wait 24 hours before reporting you missing.” She grumbled the last part and Rayla shook her head in amusement. Rayla felt lucky to have someone who cared so much for her, even if she was a bit ridiculous sometimes.

“Sorry for worrying you. I was with a...” she grimaced, knowing full well how Nyx would react “guy.”

Nyx squealed on the other end, but Rayla knew to hold the phone away from her ear and had prepared in time. “Tell me everything! Who is he?”

“Some guy from the club.”

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know”

“Okay... great.” She said sarcastically. “Well, I know you never ever put out on the first night, so what happened? Were you drunk?”

“No, Nyx, I had that one tequila shot you forced me to drink and that it.” Rayla heard a knock at the door, and glanced up to see Soren wave at her through the window. She raised a finger, indicating she just needed a minute. “Look, I promise I’ll tell you everything later. I need to get back to work.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Nyx said before hanging up.

Rayla sighed – telling Nyx was definitely a mistake she’d live to regret.

“Hey Soren, come in.”

“Happy Monday, boss.” Soren said, striding in, as chipper as he always was. He was her second-in-command in their team. His up-beat attitude meant that she delegated a lot of the more hands-on work to him, while she worked on the nitty-gritty in the background. “New guy is here; you want me to send him in?”

Recruitment wasn’t something that she usually delegated to Soren – she had little faith in his judgement based on his previous hires – however, she was called away to other meetings on the day of interviews and so the responsibility fell to Soren, begrudgingly.

Rayla picked up the neat stack of documents on her desk, ready for the new recruit to sign his life away. “Yes, please – Callum, is it?” She read from the contract at the top of the pile.

Soren nodded, beckoning the new starter in. From her peripheral, she saw Callum walk into the room and she raised her head to greet him.

“Callum, sorry I missed the...” she trailed off as familiar forest-green eyes met hers. He was a lot more put together than he was a mere two hours ago – his hair smoothed tidily, the shirt and jacket concealed any marks of passion. His expression stayed neutral but Rayla saw the recognition flash in his eyes as they swept over her.

She fought back a shudder as the heat rose in her again but before her mind ran wild with memories, she realised how wrong it all was. She was in trouble.

#rayllum #tdp #okay next priority is gtte #i promise!#it's gone midnight over here though so right now imma sleep #the dragon prince #my fic #tomorrow I will work on gtte some more #just needed to get this out there bc it was driving me crazy

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ikehorganics · 4 years

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HOW TO REDUCE BINGE

EATING OVEREATING,

AND BORED EATING:

disclaimer: i am aware that binge eating is an eating disorder, but not a lot of people have access to professionals to help them, and this guide could help a number of people struggling with binge eating, it could be successful to some binge eaters but not all. i hope this assists you, and this all comes from a place of good faith not malicious intent. i am also aware that binge eating does NOT equate to bored eating or overeating.

skip the preface if you want to skip straight to the tips!

PREFACE:

I have been in quarantine for nearly nine months, and I have struggled with multiple aspects of my everyday life that have had to be changed and adapted to the new rules of society. Since the beginning, I have always preached about staying in doors, social distancing, not going out to into open places without a mask etc because this is a direct reflection of the respect you have for yourself and the people around you. In this strong belief, I found myself struggling to juggle being a first year university student, my fitness, mental health, food and constantly being bored within my house.

Food was the hardest aspect, and with being surrounded by food 24/7, weight gain was inevitable. At first, I had not realised how I ate on a regular basis, I woke up at 6am, and would be at uni between 8am and 5pm from monday to thursday, where i would usually only eat one meal and a snack between that, whether it be left overs from dinner for lunch and an apple or piece of fruit for when i feel a bit peckish, and 2litres of water. My day consisted of four lectures ranging from 1 hour to two hours and walking around a lot because I hated sitting for a long time, and occasionally doing summaries or watching netflix between lectures. And when i got home, I had dinner and would go to bed. That was my routine and it was never truly surrounded by food constantly available at my every beck and call.

During quarantine, I was filled with procrastination and demotivation to attend lectures online or read my books. And all that extra time was filled with having an efficient workout routine and eating, but then that eating turned to eating quite frequently whether i was watching television, and mainly eating for the sakes of eating and in gross portion sizes because it was now available. Let's talk about how I broke out of that cycle of over eating and bored eating:

1. PLAN YOUR DAY PRODUCTIVELY.

I needed some direction in my life, I forced myself to plan every hour of my day so I can do something productive for myself. I planned the times from when I would wake up at 8am, to the time it took to fix my bed, brush my teeth, workout, stretch, eat my meals, nap, spend time outside, spend time on social media and more. Not only did my eating habits straighten out, but I got more done with my day.

2. SET EATING TIMES.

Setting eating times was the best thing I had ever done. Breakfast was always at 12 midday, lunch at 2 pm and dinner at 6pm, but these were my eating times, especially since i was intermittent fasting. These times helped me plan my day accordingly, between eating times I would usually fill my day with studying, and doing summaries, catching up with work I had missed. This helps especially if you have a restrictive diet or fast a lot! Restricting calories and fasting for extended periods of time only adds to the urge of falling into a binge cycle because your body feels the needs to refeed!

3. LISTEN TO YOUR CRAVINGS.

Listening to your body is so important. If you want to eat pizza for lunch, don't eat a salad, eat the pizza because it will be mor satiating than that salad or pasta that you might not want as much. Because that pizza might just pop into your mind late at night and you will have a little late night feast, this applies especially if you are counting calories. Having cravings are normal, and unless you are on a no bs diet that is extreme, you shouldn't deny yourself of something that you really want for something that won't leave your soul satiated.

4. DRINK WATER DURING MEALS.

I won't say much on this, but having water before, during and after your meal is so important. It aids in better digestion and adds to the feeling of being satiated when you are done eating, plus it's an easy way to get your water in. Replace that coca cola or soft drink with water, especially if you know you don't get enough glasses of water into your day.

5. LEMON WATER.

A cup of warm water and a wedge of lemon juice squeezed into it is super refreshing, sip on it throughout the morning before breakfast, to aid in digestion. Lemon water is a thing that is constantly brought up, and shut down for being "ineffective" but it works for me, and I believe that it is a phenomena of the mind. If you believe lemon water can help, it will definitely help you because you have manifested its impact on your health. Lemon water and warm water is one of those things that 'curb' hunger, and if you are one of those people who sometime wake up hungry but can't bring yourself to eat so early because it could make you nauseous, then water lemon water in a glass is the drink for you.

6. EAT WHOLESOME AND NOURISHING FOODS.

Calories are a touchy subject, and they add up very quickly very surprisingly. A bowl of oatmeal will have a lot of volume, leave you satiated and keep you full longer than toast and nutella. No one is saying do not eat the nutella, but adapt it into a meal that will leave you full and satisfied for example, if you want something sweet, heave oatmeal with a tablespoon of peanut butter or nutella inside of your oatmeal! Eat foods that will nourish you and give you enough energy to go about your day.

7. PORTION CONTROL AND PHYSICAL FULLNESS.

Portion sizes are all up to you as an individual and how satiated a portion size leaves you. Eat portion sizes that leave you satiated, but remember that being satiated does not equal to being so physically full that you feel uncomfortable as a result of eating too much. Being satiated is very difficult because sometimes you eat food that tastes amazing, and even though you are physically full, you feel like you could eat more and that becomes problematic because you've eaten past your bodies physical limit. Eating what you are craving ( number 3 ) comes into play with this aspect, as you have to be able to know when enough is enough. If you feel as if your portion sizes are huge and want to reduce them, then reduce it gradually whether it means you want to go from eating 4 slices of pizza to 2 slices of pizza, then begin with eating 3 and a half slices or eating one less scoop of pasta than you usually eat. If you have no idea how to stop eating past your physical limit, eat until you feel like you're just about to be physically full, do this for a week, and see how you will become satiated with the portions you are eating, gradually lessen the portion sizes overtime until you are happy with the amounts you are eating! This won't happen immediately, it is a gradual process.

8. DON'T EAT TOO FAST. CHEW YOUR FOOD.

A lot of the time, we do not realise how fast we eat and how we don't thoroughly chew our food. The food isn't running away, take your time to enjoy your meal and chew it instead of swallowing after a few times of grinding your teeth. Take in the flavour of your food and really enjoy it in the moment.

9. IT IS OKAY TO FALL INTO OLD HABITS, BUT BREAK IT AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

Nothing in life happens in a linear manner, everything is gradual and has its ups, its downs, its regressions and just general moments we are not proud of. If you find yourself in a binge cycle or overeating cycle for a day or a week, it does not meal all progress is lost. It means you are human, you are not engineered to be perfect constantly. Have a mantra for yourself that you repeat to comfort yourself: “it is okay, tomorrow will be better.” or “it was just one day, i can go back to normally eating tomorrow.” or “I shouldn’t be too hard on myself, it happens to everyone.”

10. INCORPORATE HEALTHY FOOD GROUPS INTO YOUR MEALS.

Make your meals satisfying and as colourful as possible! Don’t just eat pasta or pizza, eat it with something healthy like a side salad or a side of fruits or a side of healthy carbs like roasted potatoes! Never just eat one thing especially if it doesn’t have any greens or vegetables!! It doesn’t have to even be a salad or anything fancy! It can be cut up tomatoes, or cucumbers or apples!

11. HEALTHIER ALTERNATIVES MEAN YOU CAN EAT MORE FOR LESS.

Your oven, grill or airfryer is your bestfriend. Fried food is delicious, but you feel insecure at times after eating something that was cooked in heaping amounts of oil. Remember an airfryer is just a small oven, and can do wonders too. If you want a burger and you have time, home made burgers are always amazing and tastier than their fast food counterparts! Make your burger at home so you can control what goes into it, or make your fries in the oven so you can have a much more healthy alternative for less calories, and have more of it! I’m not saying make your burger buns something like lettuce buns, but making your burger at home can significantly reduce the calories in comparison to ONE mcdonalds burger, and you can have two for less calories than once burger if you make it at home.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hopefully these tips can assist you day to day, and you take them into consideration and even test it out! These tips worked for me, and I know they won’t work for everyone but some of them might be helpful to you!

#health and wellness #how to #bingeing #binging #binge eating #lifestyle #how to stop overeating #overeating #how to stop binging #how to stop overeating.

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isoldmysoultokpop · 4 years

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 3)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(I see why you guys simp for Yunho. Joong’s actually my bias, and San was my bias wrecker, but ever since I had a dream of me dating Yunho, he’s just been looking so fine-)

You groan as you slowly wake up. Early morning sunlight was shining into the living room.

...Living room?

You process where you are.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

You glance up. You were still leaning against Yunho, but you had a blanket over you now.

Yunho’s dark brown eyes had a curious gleam to them. He had his phone in his left hand.

“I-....” you blink the sleep away. Realization finally dawns upon you. You pull away from Yunho quickly, but since you weren’t fully awake, you become dizzy.

“Ahh, easy, Y/N,” Yunho said while holding your arms to steady you.

You look out the window and the sunlight. “What time is it?” you demand.

Yunho glances at his phone. “Almost 7:30am; why?”

You freeze. It was almost 8am. Your parents always came into your room by 8 to make sure you were awake. If they find you gone, who knows what’ll happen when you get home later?

“I... I need to go now,” you mutter as you stand up. You stagger a little bit, but Yunho stabilizes you again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need to get home; my parents are going to find out I’m gone soon. They’re going to kill me when I get home,” you said in an obvious panic.

Yunho curses under his breath, which takes you by surprise. “Give me five minutes, and I can drive you to your place,” he said.

“Okay, but hurry it up, please,” you said impatiently.

He nods before dashing up the stairs that you hadn’t realized were there until now. You chew on your bottom lip while you start to pace around the living room.

Footsteps on the stairs makes you look up. You were expecting to see Yunho but a mop of pink hair catches you eye. San had noticed you too.

“Oh, Y/N? You’re still here?” he said, his voice deep and weary. He obviously just woke up.

“Yeah, but Yunho will be taking me home soon,” you reply quickly.

San yawns. “What’s the rush?”

You didn’t reply. He gave you an inquisitive look, but he didn’t pry.

Yunho rushed down the stairs, almost barreling into San. “Sorry, San!” Yunho yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed car keys off of a table.

He gestured for you to follow him out the door, so you run over there and slip on your shoes. You give San a quick wave before leaving the house. Yunho unlocks his car, and you sit in shotgun.

“You’re going to have to give me directions or your address,” he said as you both buckled up.

After a bit of figuring out where you were, you managed to guide Yunho to your home. You had him park a bit away from the house so your parents wouldn’t suspect anything if they happened to look out the window. You thank Yunho and hurriedly make your way back to your window. You slip inside as quietly as possible. You glance at your clock.

7:54am.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You change into todays clothes, and right on cue, your parents knock on the door.

“I’m awake,” you yell.

The door opens regardless. Your mom looks inside. “What time did you get home last night?”

You curse internally. “Late,” you reply vaguely.

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t home all day, and we contacted your friends. You weren’t with them, so where were you?”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

“I know you weren’t at work either,” she said.

You sigh. “Is it wrong of me to go out by myself?”

Your mom huffs. “It is when you don’t tell us,” she said.

“I’m an adult, mom,” you reply flatly.

“Then act like one,” she snaps. “If you’re going somewhere, you have to tell us.”

You bite on your lip to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Don’t do that again,” is all your mom says before leaving.

Groaning, you grab your phone and text Yunho.

You: Yunho T-T

Yunho: Are you okay??

You: I don’t know

Yunho: What happened?

You: My mom scolded me for not telling her or dad where I went

Yunho: But you’re an adult?

You: That’s what I said!!

Yunho: Did you tell her about me and the others?

You: No, and I won’t ever

Yunho: Then if you’re supposed to tell them where you’re going, how are you gonna hang with us? TT

You: I’ll just sneak out at night

Yunho: At night??

You: The day is too suspicious. It’d be better if they’re asleep

Yunho: We all need sleep tho

You: Uuugh

Yunho: Oh i know!

You: ?

Yunho: We use a dance studio a lot; how about you say you’re taking lessons?

You: They’d never support me taking dance lessons

Yunho: Hmm, then use a cover

You: Lie to them?

Yunho: Don’t word it so bluntly ^^;

You: I mean, that’s what it is.

Yunho: ^^;

You: I’ll do it

Yunho: Really??

You: Yeah, why not? I’ll just tell them I’m taking etiquette lessons or smth

Yunho: Alright! Can we meet up tomorrow then??

You: So soon

Yunho: Sorry T-T

You: Nah, it’s fine. I got time tomorrow, so I’ll see you then

Yunho: Oh! Does early afternoon work?

You: Yeah, it should. I’ll show up at your place around 2?

Yunho: That works, except how about I pick you up?

You: Yes, please TT

Yunho: Haha okay

You smile. Tomorrow should be fun.

The rest of your day was uneventful. Just some more hate from your parents and “friends”, but you managed to keep yourself going by thinking about Yunho and the boys. You got to see them tomorrow, and that made you feel better.

You finally made it to night, and you were getting comfy for a good nights rest. Your phone chimed. Yunho had sent you a “See you tomorrow! Good night :)” text. You smiled and said “good night” back before finally falling asleep.

You woke up late, so you just got ready for your day with ATEEZ. You decided to wear a black, short sleeve crop top and some leggings. You headed down the stairs and made your way to the front door before yelling out loud enough for your parents to hear.

“I’m heading out, I don’t know when I’ll be back!”

Your mom and dad come out from the living room.

“Where are you going?” you dad asked in suspicion.

“Do I really have to tell you?” I ask, trying to feign innocence.

“Yes,” your mom said.

You sigh. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for you guys, but I’ve been taking etiquette lessons in secret.”

Your parents’ eyes widen. “Really?” your mom asked.

You nod. “Yeah, I was hoping to do something right, so I scheduled some lessons with a private tutor.”

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “Can we have the contact information for this person?”

You bite your lip. You weren’t prepared for this. Apologizing internally, you give Yunho’s number to your parents. Your dad nods and signals that you’re free to leave.

“Bye,” you said hurriedly and left the house. You wanted to run, but you couldn’t or else you’d raise suspicion. So you just sped walked.

You finally reach Yunho’s car and open the shotgun door.

“Eager much?” Yunho teased.

You quickly shake your head. “You haven’t been called yet, have you?”

“Mm, no?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “I told my parents that I was taking etiquette lessons from a private tutor. They wanted this ‘tutors’ number... so I kind of gave them your number...”

Yunho gapes at you. “What??”

“I’m sorry!! It was the only thing I could think of right away,” you apologized, not able to make eye contact with him.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I can pretend to be your tutor. Will they be mad that I’m a guy?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “I hope not,” you mutter.

Yunho shrugs. “For now, let’s head to the house,” he said while driving back out into the street.

The car ride was quiet. You reached their house soon enough, but it was a mildly awkward car ride.

You get out of the car and head up to the front door. Yunho’s close behind you and he opens the door.

San greets you guys right away.

“Hi, Y/N!!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, San,” you said with a smile.

You noticed most of them were ready to head out. You raise an eyebrow. “Are we going somewhere?”

Yunho chuckles. “Well, I didn’t lie when I said we frequent a dance studio. We’ll be heading there today,” he explained.

Your eyes lit up. Soon enough, you were at a dance studio. They apparently rented a room for half a day quite often.

Once in the room, all of the boys drop their bags and water bottles next to the wall. You sit down next to their stuff.

“Y/N, won’t you join us?” San asked you.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t know how to dance,” you said sadly.

Wooyoung pipes up. “We could teach you,” he offers.

“Or Yunho could. He’s one of the best dancers out of all of us,” Seonghwa said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

At the mention of Yunho, his phone starts ringing.

He looks at you and shows you his phone. Sure enough, the caller I.D. is your moms’ number. “It’s my mom,” you said.

He sighs before telling the others to remain quiet. He picks up the call. “Yes?”

You couldn’t hear your mom properly. Just some noise.

Yunho continues to stare you as your mom talks. “Yeah, Y/N’s with me,” he said.

Some more muffled noise.

“We’ve only just started our lessons a few days ago; I can’t say how quickly she’ll understand all of this etiquette,” he said.

You pout your lips.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but can we get back to our lesson? There’s much to teach.”

He rolls his eyes before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

“She’s nice,” he said sarcastically.

You laugh at that. The others look between you and Yunho.

“What was that about?” Hongjoong inquired.

“WELL,” Yunho starts. You groan and hide your face behind your hands as you fall flat on your back in embarrassment. “Y/N thought it’d be a great idea if she gave my number to her parents and told them that I was her etiquette teacher.”

“I said I’m sorry,” you muttered behind your hands.

Yunho gives you a mischievous smirk. “So how about I actually teach you something?”

“Like what?”

“Dancing,” Yunho suggests.

You perk up. “I’m actually interested in learning how to dance,” you say quietly.

All of the boys give each other excited looks.

Yunho smiles broadly. “Alright, then! We have to stretch first,” he said as he made his way towards you.

He sat down next to you. “Here, copy me,” he said as he spread his legs out a bit and leaned forward with his arms in front of him.

You tried, but you couldn’t get far down.

“I’ll help,” Yunho said. The other boys continued to stretch, although San managed his way over towards you and Yunho eventually.

Yunho told you to keep leaning forward. You felt his hands on your shoulders, and he gently pushed down on you. You could feel the stretch of your muscles as he did so.

“Ahh, that hurts,” you whine.

Yunho chuckles. “That’s common,” he explained.

After doing a few more stretches, you watch the boys perform once before San and Yunho try teaching you the basics.

You struggle a bit at first, but you eventually get the hang of what they’re teaching you.

“Ahh, move your arms this way,” San said as he held your forearms and swung them up and down.

There was a lot of physical touch, and although you weren’t used to it, you were enjoying it. You never received physical affection from your parents so this was a new experience for you.

Yeosang clapped his hands to get you, San’s, and Yunho’s attention.

“We’re going to order food. Do you guys want anything?” he asked.

Jongho mentions that they’re getting tteokbokki, kimchi, other dishes, and they have ramen.

San asks for some Coke, and Yunho just asks for bulgogi.

They place the order. Seonghwa and Wooyoung offer to pick up the food, and they head out, saying they’ll be back in about a half hour.

The realization that it’s almost dinnertime makes you look at your phone to check the time. It was already 6pm.

You’re about to flop down on the floor when Yunho pulls you back up. “It’s good to stretch before and after you exercise,” he tells you.

You nod while yawning. You stretch with San and Yunho, and then you rest on the dance room floor.

You’re on the verge of dozing off when San and Yeosang lay down next to you.

“So you like dancing?” San asks.

You nod. “Oh yeah. It’s always been my dream to be an idol, but my parents think it’s a waste of time.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Yeosang muttered. “I’d still try becoming an idol.”

San agrees. “Who cares what they think? You’re old enough to make your own choices.”

“That’s the issue,” you said with a sigh. “I’m getting old; it would take a while to properly train me on vocals and dancing, and by the time I’m ready, I’d be too old to debut in a group. I’d either have to take up an instrument or go solo.”

San groans at the truth. Yeosang, however, proposes an idea. “Jongho has amazing singing skills. Maybe he can teach you?”

You raise an eyebrow and glance at the maknae.

He must’ve overheard because he nods.

“Can you sing, please?” you ask politely.

He smiles before obliging. You’re astonished at how well of a singer he was. He hit high notes flawlessly and without effort.

You were shook.

After he finishes, he gives you an encouraging smile. “Your turn to sing now.”

“No way!” you object. “After that, I’ll sound terrible.”

Jongho shakes his head. “I won’t know what to help you improve on if I don’t hear you sing,” he said.

Swallowing thickly, you start singing one of your favorite songs.

After you were done, the boys clapped, so it must not have been as bad as you thought.

Jongho joins the small group of you, Yeosang, and Yunho. He starts giving you singing tips and breathing techniques.

Your impromptu lesson gets interrupted by Seonghwa and Wooyoung bringing the food. Happy with how the day went, you and the boys start feasting.

~Large time skip~

It’s been a few months since you met Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ. Over those months, you got close to all of them, but San and Yunho in particular. You haven’t been caught by your parents yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. They called Yunho often to ask about my etiquette progress, and he’d managed to convince them you were doing alright. You really owed him one for pretending to be an etiquette teacher when, in reality, he was your dance teacher.

Yes, you’ve been taking dance lessons from Yunho and San while Jongho and sometimes the others give you singing and even rapping lessons and tips.

You’re finally beginning to understand what Yunho meant about friendship. You’ve stopped hanging out with the people your parents got you acquainted with, although they definitely weren’t happy about that.

In regards to Yunho, you felt most comfortable around him, but you were also nervous around him. You guys often hugged in greeting and when you were saying “bye” to each other, and every time you didn’t want to let him go. You weren’t sure why, and you didn’t want to mention this to him.

You still had suicidal thoughts, but it’s gotten better. Yunho was always there to comfort you, but if you didn’t want the comfort, he would respect your wishes and keep his distance, unless you were about to do something rash.

Anyway. You were on your way to the dance studio. You were gonna be trained on singing while dancing. It’s a pretty chill song and choreography so you won’t be overdoing it.

You had just entered the dance room, and you could already feel the crackhead energy.

Sure enough, San, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho were making strange noises and faces. You shake your head, a smile on your face though.

San notices you first.

“Hey, Y/N!” He runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You laugh, giving his arms a pat.

“Can I put my backpack down first?” you ask.

He pouts but removes his arms regardless.

The second you put the bag down, San’s arms find their way around you again. You hug him back this time. Once you two pull away, you make your way over to the others, giving them hugs too, but linger on Yunho like you always do.

“Where’s Mingi and Wooyoung?” you ask. Jongho had walked in during your hugging sess.

San huffs. “They aren’t coming today. Apparently they’re busy today,” he says, obviously upset that Wooyoung wasn’t there.

You chuckle. “Woo may not be here, but hey, at least you got me,” you joke.

San grins at you.

Yunho clears his throat. You look at him while San quietly laughs.

“We should get the lesson started,” Yunho says with a shrug.

You nod.

You were about 20 minutes in your lesson when your phone buzzes. You give Yunho an inquisitive look through the mirror. He nods, giving you permission to your silent question.

You check your phone and freeze. Yunho came over to look over your shoulder. He froze as well.

Mom: We know you’ve been lying to us. We followed you to a dance studio. What kind of etiquette lessons are these?

You didn’t know what to reply with. She just kept sending messages.

Mom: You’ve disappointed us again, like you always do.

Mom: We shouldn’t have been surprised though.

Mom: Once you get home from your “etiquette lessons”, we’ll have a nice, long talk.

You dropped your phone, fear filling you. You stumbled a bit backward, but Yunho steadied you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

San, Jongho, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa had come over to check up on you two.

You shake your head. “I can’t go back home...”

Yunho gives you a gentle and comforting hug. “You can stay with us tonight,” he offered.

You clutch his shirt. “No, I can’t go back at all. They’ll beat me.”

Yunho’s grip on you tightened, and you heard the other boys make remarks or just noises.

Seonghwa speaks up. “We have a spare room. It’s still empty, besides some boxes. Why not move in with us?”

Hongjoong agrees. “We’ve known each other long enough. I think it’d be alright.”

The others put in their input and agreement to you moving in with them. You look up into Yunho’s deep brown eyes. He nods at you.

“Okay, but I’d still need to go back to get my stuff,” you said, sullen.

Yunho hums for a second. “How about we go to your house tonight, maybe around 1 or 2am? Your parents would most likely be asleep, and we can sneak in to get your things,” he suggested.

San lights up at the idea. “Can I come with?” He pauses. “If that’s what you decide.”

You think about it. It’s probably the best idea. Avoiding confrontation with your parents while managing to gather your things and go. You could leave them a “nice” note too.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you finally conclude. “But only Yunho and San will come with. I don’t want a large group breaking into the house,” you said.

The others nodded in understanding. “While you’re doing that, we could set up the room,” Jongho states.

Everyone settles down on the floor, and we call Mingi and Wooyoung to let them know what’s going on and our plan for tonight. We get the finer details figured out and soon enough, the mission is on its way.

You were standing outside your old home with Yunho and San. It was as dark as it could be, since it was new moon phase. The few streetlights were your only source of light, along with the few flashlights you guys brought.

“Okay, so where are we breaking in from?” San asked.

You bite down on your lower lip. “My bedroom window. It’s on the first floor so it won’t be hard,” you replied.

The boys nod, and the small group makes it way to your window. You slide it open slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Can you hoist me up, Yunho?” you ask, not wanting to risk making noise while swinging yourself in.

He nods and crouches in front of you. He opens his hands for you to step on, and you use him as a step ladder. You manage to get into your room without incident. Slowly and silently, San and Yunho climb in as well. You head to your dresser first to grab your clothes while the boys grab your shoes, bags, and accessories.

After a while of packing and freezing after dropping a few items, you finally get to personal belongings. You packed your video game consoles, a few pictures, camera, and anything else you owned that had sentimental value.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. It was about 4 in the morning now. You had been here too long for comfort. You quickly write a snarky note and leave it on your desk.

“Okay, let’s go,” you whisper urgently.

They nod in response and grab a few of your bags of belongings. You grab the remaining bags and suitcase. You three leave out the window as quietly as possible and run to the car without closing the window.

Once inside Yunho’s car, all of you loudly sigh out in relief and pent up stress. You groan silently as exhaustion finally settles in as Yunho starts driving.

San looked over the car seat since he was in shotgun, you in the back. “The others have your room mostly ready. There’s a bed with bedding at least,” he said.

“Good,” was your only reply.

You must have dozed off because before you know what happened, you’re at their house. You, San, and Yunho grab all of your belongings and take them to your room. But since you guys were too tired to carry all of the heavy things, a few things remained. San left you in your room to get those remaining bags.

“Well, that was exhausting,” you heard Yunho speak from behind you.

Startled, you quickly turn around, but from lack of sleep added with stress, you lose your balance and stumble forward. Yunho tried catching you but ultimately failed.

You wince in pain as you and Yunho collided with the floor. Opening your eyes, you make eye contact with Yunho.

You notice a light blush on his face, which makes you realize the compromising position you two were in. Yunho was on his back but propped up on his elbows. You were over him, or well, more so over his “area”. Yunho’s knees were up, but you had your arms next to his sides, thus pinning him down. You felt your face heat up quickly, and you were about to scramble away from him and apologize when a voice cuts through the awkward silence.

“I-........ should I leave?”

You turn your head so fast, you manage to crack it a bit. San was standing in the doorway, holding the rest of your things. He had a slightly flustered look, but he was smirking at you and Yunho, an obvious teasing glint in his eyes.

San sighs dramatically as he drops your bags onto the bed. “Honestly,” he sighs. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and I walk in on Y/N about to give Yunho a-”

“San!!” Yunho whines and scolds at the same time.

You quickly get off of Yunho and stand up. “It was an accident!”

San’s smirk widens. “Oh, was it now?”

“Yes!” You exclaim exasperated. “He startled me, so when I turned around, I lost my balance and ended up pulling him down with me.”

San laughs. “I’m teasing,” he flicks your forehead lightly.

Yunho had stood up while you and San were bantering. “If.. If that’s all, I’m going to go to bed,” he said awkwardly.

You nod. “Yeah, I can handle the rest by myself,” you say just as awkwardly.

Yunho just nods and leaves. San watches the whole thing with interest.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” San asks.

You shake your head. “You have to be as exhausted as I am. I’ll unpack everything tomorrow. Right now, we all need sleep,” and as you were speaking, you yawned.

San smiles at you. “Alright. Have sweet dreams, Y/N.” He pauses for a second. “Maybe dream of Yunho,” he adds on with a wink.

“YAH!” You slap San’s shoulder. He escapes your room while laughing. You sigh and roll your eyes, but you were amused by his teasing.

Finding your pjs, you change into your sleepwear and haul everything off of the bed. You slip into the comfy bedding and fall asleep almost instantly.

~To be continued

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turtletimewriting · 4 years

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Maybe Royality, pleaseee? 'w')s2

I feel like this one was suuuuuper rambly but I’m on a roll haha!

1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Roman but only by one spot. Both of them have adorable laughs but Roman has one spot. A very specific scribble between his toes gets a shrieky high pitched laughter. It’s amazing to Patton. Both of them had no idea his voice could get anywhere near that high. Patton once recorded it to send to his actor friends so they can see the highest Roman can get. When they discovered it, Roman demanded he tickles him again to figure just what on earth is that laugh! His face blooms a bright red and his laugh is more like a series of shrieks rather than a laugh. Patton was genuinely stunned to the point where he stopped tickling the first time they discovered it.

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Roman. It’s not a traditional weird tickle spot but more like a normal tickle spot that ticklish in a weird way! Through Patton’s tickle monster ways, they’ve found out Roman’s absolute worse spot, his armpits, gets bigger the more it’s tickled. If a tickling session is just starting then it’s literally only his pits. But the longer you tickle then it stretches to down by his ribs and back towards his back. If you tickled those spots before getting the pits then they’re only a little ticklish but it’s almost like the incredible ticklishness of his pits spreads. Patton can drive him to tears by tickling his back near his pits just from his alone. They don’t do it often because that is his worst spot but Patton loves seeing the panic when Roman realises what’s happening.

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

I mentioned in the moxiety one that Patton gets cheered up from tickling someone else. It’s nice to focus on something and know that it’s spreading joy to that person. But Roman is way too stubborn and proud to ever just sit there and take it! Instead, Roman will see that Patton needs some cheering up and he will sit him down on their bed. He’ll grab Patton’s foot and let Patton grab his foot. Then they tickle each other as gently or harshly as needed. Sometimes Patton just needs to let out his frustration and really goes all out on the tickling and teases. It’s especially hard if he asks Roman for light tickles when he doing that. Roman is in hysterics while trying with all his mighty incredibly strength to focus on giving some gentle tickles. Patton gets distracted by tickling someone but also experiences some joy himself. And if Roman has some fun too then that’s just a bonus.

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Patton cannot explain this at all... but somehow, there’s a particular way that Roman tickles his tummy that makes his knees go weak! Patton likes tickling and gets into lee moods but somehow whatever Roman does, is something he absolutely craves and needs in his life! It’s like soft creeping tickles but it tickles just as much as harder tickles! It can render him speechless and he’s not even that ticklish on his tummy! And so, he tries to get stuck in his clothes as often as he can without raising suspicion. Which means he went 15 days straight of getting stuck in his top and wandering around with his little tummy vulnerable to any and all tickles.

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

I feel like it would be an accident during their first ever date. Roman is pulling out all the stops. Roses, full tux, candle lit dinner and of course a kiss to the back of Patton’s hand. Over the dinner table, Roman knows it would come off too strong to just hold his hand (as if he hadn’t come on strong already) so he holds his hand under the guise of reading palms. Like the romantic himbo he is. Patton tries to let himself be wooed by Roman but it just tickles too much! He flat out tells Roman.

Now, that raises a problem. Roman instantly become obsessed with how cute that was! Patton is ticklish?! Oh he must have the cutest laugh! Oh I wonder if he blushes! All kinds of sappy thoughts. But the problem comes from the fact he planned for a dramatic event to happen after they leave the restaurant. He planned for the imagination to create a monster to slay so he could impress Patton. But now all he can think about is tickles. So guess who summoned a tickle monster outside of the restaurant and got both of them tickled to tears.

Patton loved everything about the date even if it didn’t go to plan and now he insists on tickle fights every anniversary.

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

Roman just can’t do it! The closeness, the soft tickles mixed with hard teethy nibbles, the chance for raspberries, just all of it! There’s a reason why he can’t wonder around the flat shirtless after a workout as Patton was latch on to him like an barnacle. He’ll be pouring himself a drink and next thing he knows he’s falling to the floor because Patton is nibbling up and down his sides.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

I think it’s both! I feel like, while they both don’t really like waking up early, they are both used to waking up early and are quite bright eyed in the morning. Roman has to get up early to practise and go do theatre and Patton likes being able to have a nice breakfast of pancakes and he wants the time to do that. But! It’s now a competition. They both try to set their alarms earlier every single day (only by 5 mins because they do like sleep) so they can be the one to tickle the other awake. But they’re both super obvious about it. Roman will set an alarm with the hugest grin ever while Patton outright giggles and wiggles as he sets his alarm. Both of them want the joy of waking the other and hearing their sleepy husky giggles.

They both know if they looked at each other’s phone then they could figure out to set their alarm earlier and win the game. But that’s cheating! It’s all a game! Maybe Roman wants a lie in and so 8am in early enough, but maybe he had theatre tomorrow so maybe an alarm for 7am is better? They go to bed excited for the next morning and wake up the next morning with laughter.

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

Both of them can be incredibly stubborn and determined to win a tickle fight but Patton is waaay less competitive compared to Roman. They’ll both put up a brave fight but if it becomes apparent that Roman wants to win then he’ll happily sit back and enjoy his reckoning. Roman sometimes gets too wrapped up in winning to enjoy the tickles and the playfulness so sometimes he’ll immediately go after a death spot even if Patton goes for a normal spot to make a longer tickle fight.

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Roman is strong. Like super strong. But he’s also aware of this. He knows to keep his flailing limbs to himself and mostly just wiggles around and tries to escape. But Patton. I love the idea of Patton being so much stronger than anyone, including him, realises. He’s done baking for years. He’s got those baking muscles of mixing tough doughs and whipping cream by hand. Patton wiggles around a lot and while he does try to never push the tickler away but there are times he tries to gently push Roman away. Only to end up smacking Roman’s chest and even leaving a red imprint of his hand. He’s always super embarrassed and ashamed he hit Roman but Roman meanwhile is bluescreening because he’s got a strong boyfriend. Secret hidden muscle Pat...

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

As seen in question 4, the master of provoking tickles is Patton. But that doesn’t mean Roman doesn’t have his moments of wearing those tank tops with the really low sides, so his sides and pits are vulnerable. But Patton will make a huge deal of their size difference. I imagine Patton as really short and petite while Roman is average height but just really built up. So Patton, like the delicate twink boyfriend he is, will fall into his muscly boyfriend’s lap and swing his arms around Roman’s neck. His pits nice and vulnerable. Then he’ll press their feet together and slightly tickle Roman with his feet to provoke. Oh no, he has no chance against tickles from his bigger strong boyfriend!

(by the way, Patton absolutely plays up their height difference when also wrecking Roman. “Oh no, really? You can’t fight back against me? The tiny eeny weeny Pat is really tickling the big powerful Roman to tears?”. Patton just likes having a big strong boyfriend!)

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Step 7: Saying ‘I Love You’

From 12 Fail-Safe Ways To Charm Hermione Granger

Step 7: Saying 'I Love You'

If there's any defining moment to a relationship, it would be the first utterance of the words 'I Love You'. Do not fear saying those words if they are true. But keep in mind that Love is more than just a feeling, it is also an action, and a responsibility. In this sense, the first 'I Love You' is a promise, and one that should not be taken lightly.

*****

Ron ran his fingers over the words "I Love You." They were pretty big words, but at this point, Ron said those three words so frequently, it was just routine.

A lot of things that seemed big at first had become routine. If he wasn't anxious about tomorrow, he'd have gone to bed with Hermione, casually muttering "I love you," before sliding his arms around her and drifting off to sleep. He'd wake up in the morning and again, mindlessly say "I love you," and since it was a weekend, he'd stumble to the kitchen to make tea and start breakfast. Many things could happen that day— they might get into an argument over something dumb, they might make love, or they might not interact much at all, content to do their own activities, and none of it would break normal.

It's funny how those three words used to feel so foreign, but at this point, they were interchangeable with hello and goodbye. They'd slip out at work, when they passed each other in the hallways, as a reassurance after a bad day, or for no reason, to fill the silence in the room. It was difficult to remember the early days, and how much Ron had stressed over saying them.

Just because I love you was easy to say, didn't mean that it was easy to show. Ron blamed this on their routine. Hermione had a regular schedule, every day from 8am to 5pm. As an auror, Ron's varied widely, but he usually wasn't awake when Hermione left, so the first time they'd see each other was in the evening. If Ron had a late shift, they'd miss each other completely.

Sometimes they felt like roommates on completely opposite work and sleep schedules. The words 'I love you' didn't carry nearly as much meaning as the actions behind them, and they could go days without seeing each other, which left little room for those actions.

Nowadays, they scheduled time to break the routine. They scheduled date nights- twice a month they would try a new restaurant, or explore a new part of town, or even take one of those wine and painting classes that muggles were so fond of. Some days they wouldn't go anywhere, but stay in and try cooking a new muggle recipe, and rent a movie to watch from the sofa.

It took effort to maintain their relationship with friends. When their work routines invaded their daily lives, they could go months without seeing Harry and Ginny. Harry and Ron saw each other enough at work- but that was as coworkers, not best friends. So they scheduled it- again, twice a month they'd have them over for dinner, or a movie, or if Harry and Hermione had final say, a muggle board game. A younger Ron might scoff at the normalcy of double dates with Harry and Ginny, but today's Ron cherished those days as much as his date nights with Hermione.

That same younger Ron probably would have thought of the need to schedule time together as a warning sign, but he would have been wrong. Today's Ron thought of his willingness to schedule that time as the action behind 'I Love You', finally giving those words the meaning they deserved.

*****

After a teary goodbye, Ron and Hermione took a portkey back to London to return to "their normal lives", as if they existed. Mr. and Mrs. Granger weren't aware of the full extent of the trio's misadventures during the war, and they still maintained the impression that there was some routine for them to return to. But as they discovered upon their return, life at the Burrow was as chaotic as ever.

Ron and Harry had both decided not to return to Hogwarts, and instead take Kingsley up on his offer to begin auror training in the fall. Hermione and Ginny would be returning to school, which meant that Ron and Hermione had exactly one month to enjoy each other's company until they had to separate.

In a perfect world, that whole month would have been spent alone together, preferably in a bed, picking up where they left off in that hotel shower, but the life at the bustling Burrow required more from them. Instead, they spent their days with family, answering questions about their trip, helping Molly and Arthur around the house, and reconnecting with Harry and Ginny.

Although her house was just as full and lively as before, Mrs. Weasley was still deep enough in her grief to let certain things go unnoticed, most notably everyone's sleeping arrangements. It was Hermione who first informed Ron of the new plan, soon after she put her things back in Ginny's room.

They were outside by the garden, watching Mrs. Weasley play with Teddy down by the pond. Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be found, but that didn't bother Ron until he learned they'd been getting away with sharing a room.

"So, you're coming up to my room tonight?' he asked her as he leaned back in his chair, letting the late afternoon sunlight streak across his face.

Hermione nodded. "That's the plan."

"What about Harry?"

Hermione shrugged. "What about him?"

"We can't have much fun with that git sleeping next to us."

"He won't be," she said casually, as she took another sip of her lemonade.

Ron narrowed his eyes. "No, he can't sleep in Ginny's room."

"Where do you think he's been sleeping since I've been gone?"

Ron groaned, trying to wipe the image from his mind. "Tell Ginny it's not going to work out and to keep it in her pants."

"Ron!" said Hermione exasperatedly. "I can't. It wasn't exactly a question, more of a statement."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," said Hermione, turning to make eye contact. "She simply informed me of the new sleeping arrangements."

"And you didn't argue?"

"I didn't want to argue," she replied.

"Well, that's a first."

Hermione scowled at him, briefly, before a smile formed on her face, and she laughed. "Hold on, are we having an argument?"

"Yes," said Ron.

"It's our first!" said Hermione excitedly.

"It most definitely is not our first argument," said Ron, confused.

"Yes, it is! Unless you count right after the battle, but I don't. That was just you being upset, justifiably. This," she said, gesturing between them as if trying to describe their entire relationship, "is our first time bickering as a couple."

"And that's a good thing?" asked Ron.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "It means that we're legitimately together."

"I can think of a few times in that hotel room that could count as legitimately together," he said snarkily, only to receive an eye-roll from Hermione.

"You know what I mean," she said, playfully swatting him on the arm.

"I know you're mental," he replied, before setting his face back in the sun, enjoying the mild British rays. The truth was, he knew exactly what she meant. Although the last few weeks had been fantastic, something about being at the Burrow, bickering, and not needing to touch each other every five seconds (although he happily would), made being Hermione's boyfriend feel normal. It was definitely a rhythm that he missed, and one he felt solidified their relationship.

He didn't win the sleeping arrangements argument, but that was ok. Only half of him wanted to win that one, anyway. Turns out Hermione was right, Mrs. Weasley was too caught up in her emotions to notice the change. Hermione and Harry would simply switch places in the evening, and switch back at dawn before Mrs. Weasley woke up, and it soon became their routine.

Harry and Ron didn't talk about it. When Harry returned every morning, they had the exact same conversation.

"Hi."

"Did you have a good night?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

And then they'd talk about something else. Anything else, while Ron pretended that Harry's definition of "a good night" was much, much different than his.

Once he pushed any thoughts of Harry and Ginny out of his mind, being with Hermione was quite effortless. They quickly fell back into the rhythm of being best friends. They bickered and argued so much that they frequently earned looks of exasperation from Harry and Ginny. They probably overdid their bickering that summer, because as it turned out, making up was a lot more fun as somebody's boyfriend.

In many ways, being Hermione's best friend made being her boyfriend much easier. Thanks to seven years of friendship, he was already used to her constant presence. There was no sudden change in his social circle or leisure activities because there was nothing new about the existence of their relationship, just the definition of it. Because he was her best friend, they could sit on the couch in the living room for hours, and not say one word to each other the entire time. He wouldn't feel pressure either, because they'd already grown accustomed to comfortable silences after years of reading in the common room together, or dining in the great hall, or studying in the library.

By contrast, it was also their seven years of friendship that fueled endless conversation. On multiple occasions, they stayed up from dusk to dawn, just talking. On one particular night, he learned that the first time she remembered doing accidental magic was when she was five, and she made a piece of broccoli explode because she was so upset about having to eat it. On that same night, he told her that his intense fear of spiders started when Fred and George turned his teddy bear into one, and he used to make up songs with Ginny and perform them for his parents. He even promised to sing one to her at some point, hoping she'd forget the offer.

That was one of many nights they just lied in bed together, learned as many obscure things about each other as they could, made each other laugh, and completely forgot to snog. It wasn't that he didn't love snogging, it just happened to be one of many things he loved about her.

Unfortunately, not all conversations were so effortless. Although he could tell Hermione embarrassing stories about himself all day, and he had no issue cursing wildly even though it made her adorably annoyed, there were three tiny words that got stuck in his throat every time he tried to say them. He had no doubt he loved her, but that tiny voice in the back of his head kept reminding him it was too soon, and that he'd scare her away, or worse, that she couldn't possibly love him back.

He wanted the moment to be perfect, so at first, he planned it out. There was one night that started and ended in the backyard treehouse. Like Hermione had after the funeral, Ron brought blankets and pillows, a bottle of firewhiskey, and cast a cushioning charm. It truly was a perfect night. There was talking, there was snogging, and there was comfortable silence as they stared up at the stars, arms around one another.

They woke up in stillness the next morning, completely unconcerned that someone might find their beds empty. He almost said it then, because what could be more romantic than the morning after a night of stargazing? He kissed her, preparing for the moment, but then caught a mischievous glint in her eye. The romance of the moment was broken when she smiled coyly and slipped her hand into his pants, and he definitely couldn't say it now, but he wasn't an idiot about to complain about a treehouse handjob.

He wanted to tell her again on a particularly memorable night in his room. They had spent the entire night in bed together, wearing minimal clothing, and exchanging even fewer words. As much as he enjoyed loving her nonverbally, those three words taunted him all night, just begging to be said. But his opportunity to tell her passed when for the first time, she let him dip his head under the blankets, and drag his lips from her neck to her breasts, to her warm, wet knickers. When he trailed kisses up her inner thigh and slipped his tongue between her legs, it became painfully obvious how much more he wanted her, and he didn't want to risk her sensing an ulterior motive in those words. So instead, he kept his mouth on her, writing them with his tongue, until he was thankful he had cast a silencing charm.

Instead of trying to create the perfect moment, he started looking for pre-existing opportunities. There was one by the pond a few days later. She was reading on the dock while Ron swam, doing his best to convince him to join her. He'd pull himself up on the dock like a determined sea lion only to jump in right beside her so she had to dodge her book out of the way.

"Ron!" she groaned, before drying her book with her wand.

He ducked under the dock to surface on the other side as quietly as he could, before pulling himself up to lay next to her. She tried to push him away, but he slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him. She shrieked at his cold touch before conceding and relaxing into his arm. "Swim with me?" he asked?

"Fine."

He rolled off the dock and fell back into the water. He heard a splash behind him before felt her arms snake around his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I hate you, though," she said playfully.

He pressed a kiss to her lips. "That's too bad because I-"

The words seemed to be stuck in his throat. What if she wasn't expecting them? Would it ruin the moment? He looked around him, they were alone in the pond, bodies pressed together, hidden from the prying eyes of the burrow. Everything about this moment was perfect.

He finished his thought with another kiss.

They may have snogged in the pond for just a few seconds, or it could have been a few minutes. It could even have been hours and Ron wouldn't know. Time seemed to stop when he was with Hermione. They were eventually interrupted by a pair of splashes on either side of them.

"Get a room brother," came Ginny's voice as he and Hermione broke apart.

"We were alone…" said Ron.

"Well now you're not," piped Harry, and Ginny playful splashed them both before they swam deeper into the pond.

"What were you saying?" asked Hermione.

"Huh?

"Before we got distracted. It sounded like you were about to say something."

"Oh," said Ron, his ears heating up. "It was nothing." The moment had passed.

"Ok," said Hermione, shrugging, and the pair swam ahead to follow Harry and Ginny.

Then the perfect moment presented itself a few days later, while they were lying on the sofa on the porch. He was sprawled with his legs on her lap, dipping out in and out of a nap, while she read her book. She was mindlessly moving her hand up and down her calf, and he'd realized that he'd been taking all seven years of her platonic touch for granted. Maybe those three words would mean more, now that they were alone and fully clothed.

At one point she realized he wasn't sleeping. "What are you looking at?" she asked.

"You," he said. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers into hers.

"Why?" She pressed her free hand to her book, marking its place when it swung shut, and turned slightly to face him.

This was the moment, he thought. If only he could just… say it. What was he afraid of?

He couldn't understand exactly why he struggled to say them. It wouldn't have been the first time, he told her he loved her. He let it slip in their sixth year, late at night in the common room. He was still dating Lavender back then, so she interpreted it as a friendly 'I love you', but that wasn't how he meant it. Back then he thought that letting it slip so early, before they were even together, would make it easier to say it later. He has already formed the words and she has already heard them, but he was wrong. Saying it again felt as inevitable, and impossible as their second kiss.

"Ron?" she asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. He was suddenly nervous that his hesitation would diminish his sincerity if he said those words now.

"No reason," is what he settled with, before using her hand to pull himself up to a seat, and planting a quick kiss on her lips.

Just like their second kiss, those words eventually came about at a perfectly unplanned moment. The night before she was due to leave for Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny spent most of the night awake, soaking up each other's' company. After a celebratory dinner, most of the Weasley's continued celebrating the start of Hermione and Ginny's final year of schooling the only way they knew how- with a bonfire and butterbeer.

They sat around the fire, sipping at their drinks, and telling stories of their time at Hogwarts. Ron and Harry wondered aloud what Hermione would do for fun, now that they were gone. Ginny promised to make her relax and remind her to eat when she was too stressed. George gifted them some new prank items, and told them to "use them wisely." Hermione surprised everyone by pocketing them and thanking him, and promised to report back. Mrs. Weasley spent most of the night in tears, with her arms around either Ginny or Hermione, and Mr. Weasley offered his very best effort to convince McGonagall to set up a direct floo line from Hogwarts to the Burrow, but they all knew that was a long shot.

Eventually, it was just the four of them left. They knew it was time to call it a night, but none of them wanted to. When Hermione started shivering, instead of retreating to the warmth of the burrow, she gently turned to Ron and tugged at his jumper with a pleading look on her face. "Are you cold?"

"No," he said, sliding out of his jumper. She put it on, snaking her arms almost all the way through it, before wrapping them around herself. He chuckled and shifted in his chair, opening his arms in invitation. "Come here," he said.

She obliged, crawling into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. Harry and Ginny took that as their opportunity to sneak away, strolling down toward the pond hand in hand. Ron did his best to block any thoughts about what they might get up to down there, and turned his full attention to Hermione.

He was feeling the effects of his butterbeer. It might just be what he needed to conjure up enough Gryffindor courage to tell her how he felt. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and buried his face in her hair.

"Hermione, I'm really going to miss you."

He could feel her nodding against his chest. She was still shivering slightly, so he ran his hands up and down her arms, to warm her up. She lifted her head from his chest and looked right at him, her eyes shiny with potential tears. Now was the moment, and he didn't let himself pause and second guess it.

"I love you, Hermione," he said, as clearly and firmly as he could muster. "I love you so much."

And he waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for her to say something. It was probably only a few seconds, but enough time for him to convince himself that even if she didn't feel the same way, she still deserved to know.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked earnestly, as a tear escaped down her cheek.

He ignored the pang of anxiety he felt, as he wiped the tear from her face. "Of course I do."

She narrowed her eyes. "How many drinks have you had?"

Ron sighed. He didn't know what he expected from her reaction, but it wasn't this. "Enough to finally say it," he pulled her forehead to his lips and kissed her. He let his lips linger there when he continued. "Not enough to lie about loving you, if that's what you're worried about-"

"Well, I love you too," she interrupted, her voice cracking slightly. She moved her hands from his neck to his head and shifted his lips down to meet hers, kissing him deeply. He snaked his arms around her waist and responded in kind. Many moments flashed through his mind, the first time they shared a bed, their first kiss, their first shower together, but none of them could compare to the way hearing those three words in her voice made him feel.

Turns out saying "I love you," was a lot like kissing. Once he got the first and second instances out of the way, the third, fourth, and fifth came with ease. He didn't miss any more opportunities to say those words. They were the last words he said before they fell asleep that night, and the first when he woke up the next morning. He only had a few hours to make the words feel familiar and natural, so he said them as much as he could, hoping they didn't sound too much like a lovesick lunatic, and that she would never tire of hearing them.

The morning passed too quickly, and before he knew it, they were on platform 9 ¾. They stood there teary-eyed, embraced each other, and exchanged those words for what would be the last time in months. All the hesitations he had about saying them suddenly felt silly, because they didn't even begin to fully describe how he truly felt. He told her he loved her, but he wanted to say so much more, and he wasn't even sure if strong enough words existed.

He'd have to settle for I love you, and hope he had the rest of his life to show her what he meant.

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