#i only recently started MM so I laughed when I saw her

[dandelions-143]

Obsession

Minho Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Paring: Rich non-idol Minho x Dancer curvy/midsize fem!reader

Word count: 2,685 k

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, you will be blocked if you don’t have an age in your bio or you’re under age. Explicit Content, Sexual Situations, Adult Themes, Substance Use, Strong Language.

Summary: Minho becomes captivated by a dancer named Y/n, feeling an intense connection and possessiveness towards her which leaves Minho coming back for more almost nightly. But is Minhos possessiveness really just that… or is it bordering an obsession.

Minho fell back on the large California king bed. His sweaty back hit the rumpled black silk sheets, causing the fabric to stick to him slightly. He watched as Jisung had a pretty redhead on all fours, taking her from behind. Minho was exhausted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He had just finished, so the exhaustion was a relief. All the tension left his body, at least for a while. He was always tense and on edge, and sex was usually the only way to relieve that tight tension.

Minho reached over to the nightstand to grab a pack of cigarettes just as Jisung finished with the girl. “Thanks, that was amazing as always.” Then Jisung fell back on the end of the bed, trying to catch his breath.

The girl got up from the bed, grabbed her clothes and money from Jisungs dresser by the door. “See you boys, same time next week,” she said matter-of-factly. Jisung smiled and nodded in approval, but Minho just stared at the ceiling, taking a long drag from his newly lit cigarette.

A silence fell over the two men before Minho began to chuckle. “You know, if we keep this up, people are going to start thinking we fuck each other as well.” This made Jisung laugh out loud, his big eyes going even rounder than usual. “It’s not like we haven’t come close before. I mean, a threesome is a threesome.” The men just chuckled at themselves.

To many, this would seem very odd: two grown men who are best friends engaging in threesomes with beautiful women and occasionally very handsome men. But to them, it was normal. They lived harsh lives despite the rich and lavish lifestyles of their parents. These moments of sexual intimacy gave them both a way to release any pent-up anger or tension. They couldn't care less how it looked to the outside world. It wasn't a secret, but they did keep it from their families, especially their fathers.

Minho began to sit up to pick up his clothes from the floor. He needed to get home and shower before meeting up with Hyunjin, who had recently been employed by his father. He felt bad for the guy; his life had been a train wreck lately, and Minho wanted to help him as best as he could. “Where are you going?” Jisung asked as Minho pulled on his black boxers.

“I have to go meet up with Hyunjin. Show him the ropes and get him settled in. You know my dad recently hired him as one of his carriers, right?” Minho said, pulling on his shirt and then his pants. Jisung, still lying on the bed, only nodded. “Yeah, let’s hope he does a good job. If he gets caught with that much dope...” Jisung didn't need to finish his sentence; they both knew what would happen. It had already happened to Chan once. Thank God his father was disgustingly rich and had his hands in the police force, or Chan would probably still be rotting in prison.

A thought crossed Minho's mind. Hyunjin didn’t have a wealthy father; he only had his friends and the money he earned himself. Minho wanted to ensure Hyunjin stayed safe. Just as Minho was putting on his shoes, his phone rang. He sighed, not in the mood to talk to anyone except Jisung. But when he saw his father’s name flash on the screen, he answered on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“Mhm… well- oh, okay.”

“Yeah, I’m headed there now. Okay, thanks. Mm, bye.”

Minho hung up the phone and stood from the end of the bed. He turned to Jisung as he tucked in his shirt. “I hope you have a suit. Meet me here around 10 tonight. It seems a business deal we set up went through, and both our fathers were paid very handsomely for it. So they are going to treat us tonight once I’m finished with Hyunjin.”

Jisung sat up at the sound, his pretty, toothy smile showing shamelessly. “What kind of treat are we getting?” He began to get up, the silk sheets sliding off his naked body. “Not sure yet, but I’ll let you know once I find out. I gotta run. See you later.” Just as Minho was slipping out the door, he heard Jisung's phone ringing, knowing it was probably his father calling to tell him the same thing.

After hours of showing Hyunjin how Minho's father liked things done and then actually taking him on a small drug run, he was annoyed and slightly spent. He walked through his front door and there sat Jisung, man splayed on his couch in a black-on-black suit. “Oh come on... it’s not even 10 yet,” Minho groaned when he saw his best friend.

He just was not in the mood to deal with Jisung's sunny disposition. Jisung only smiled widely with a little shrug. “I had nothing else to do, so I got ready and came over to wait on you.” Minho only scoffed and headed to his master bedroom where he could shower and get ready.

After about 20 minutes, Minho emerged in a similar-looking black suit, but he was wearing a crimson red shirt under the suit jacket. It was unbuttoned quite a bit. His hair was slicked back, a few strands falling in his eyes. “Did you ever find out where we are going?” Jisung asked as he got up from the couch, straightening out his suit and running a hand through his hair.

Minho spoke as they left his home and got inside the waiting black car parked in front. “We are going to that gentleman’s club my father just opened a month ago. He said he’s got us a private room together or we can have a private room for each of us. He said to do as we pleased.” Minho had a soft smirk on his face when Jisung giddily clapped his hands, “Hell yeah, I’m so ready to have some boobs in my face.”

Minho chuckled at Jisung, “Do you even know what a gentleman’s club is?” Jisung's smile dropped a bit, “Umm, a strip club?” He spoke slowly, unsure of the answer he was giving. Minho only smiled and looked out the tinted window from his position in the back seat, “Close enough.”

It didn’t take too long to get to the gentleman’s club. The place was in a very expensive part of town, near some of the most high-end hotels and three-star Michelin restaurants. The building itself was rather large, but simple on the outside. More discreet than one would expect, but once the two men stepped inside, the simple and discreet atmosphere was completely gone.

The establishment was VIP only. You had to have a membership to even get in, and that was a lengthy process in itself. But, of course, Minho and Jisung walked right through the doors as if they owned the place. The entire club was lit up with red lights, black velvet furniture, and everything was trimmed in gold.

There was a large stage with a live band playing. Booths covered in red velvet lined the walls and other areas. Each section had a smaller stage with a singular pole in the middle. There was also a bar where people could sit and order drinks. Waitresses were running about taking orders because, of course, you could have an elegant dinner here as well.

Girls were dancing to the music in barely-there lingerie, spinning and twirling on the poles, but none of them were naked, and most looked very put together. Minho heard Jisung whistle and nudge his arm. “This place is… way different from the strung-out strippers we have enjoyed in the past.”

Just then, a petite older woman clad in a very pretty dark green cocktail dress walked up to them. Jisung was instantly enthralled with her. “Will you two follow me? Your room is ready for you.” She turned on her heel to lead them through the crowd and to the back down a dark hallway. As they came to a stop at one of the closed doors, Jisung smiled sweetly at what he assumed was the hostess, “Do you dance as well?” he asked, leaning against the door in the coolest way he could.

Minho shook his head and opened the door, causing Jisung to stumble inside the room. He let out a soft yelp before he fell completely onto the plush carpet of the room. “Damn! Why’d you have to do that! She was gorgeous.” Jisung complained as he got himself up and walked over to the black sofa, plopping down onto the cushions. “She works for your dad, she’s his secretary. I don’t think you fucking the secretary would go over well with him.”

Jisung huffed out an annoyed sigh, “And how do you even know that?” Minho simply tapped the side of his temple, “I pay attention, something you should do more of.” The men were interrupted by a light knock on the door and then two waitresses came in with food and a large bottle of their favorite drinks. Minho politely thanked them as they left. His father must have really made sure they were well taken care of.

Jisung was rattling off about having to wait too long for their private show to start when this sultry, hypnotic beat began to play. The song had a slow, seductive rhythm. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming more intimate and charged with a sense of anticipation. Jisung instantly shut up when a very beautiful woman stepped out onto the stage.

Minho's eyes were transfixed on you, your body curvy and soft, with an hourglass figure that moved gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Your skin glowed under the dim, seductive lighting, and every curve was accentuated by the delicate, barely-there lingerie you wore. Your presence exuded confidence and allure, making it impossible to look away.

He felt his heart race as his eyes locked onto yours for the first time. His breath caught in his throat, and it felt as though time had slowed down. Every detail of your appearance, from the delicate curve of your smile to the graceful way you moved, captivated him completely. A warmth spread through his chest, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty. It was as if everything else in the room faded away, leaving only you in sharp focus.

“Holy fuck..” Minho heard his best friend exclaim beside him, “She’s gorgeous.” Now Minho was not a possessive person, especially over someone he hasn’t even met. He had only laid eyes on you but, oh man did he want to have you all to himself. He didn’t like the way Jisung was speaking about you.

Minho leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes following every sensual move you made. You could feel both of the men’s eyes on you and this was nothing new to you. Working at this club and other clubs in the past, men were always around, always ogling you, always stupidly drooling over you like they had never seen a woman before.

But what made this encounter different is one of the men was watching you in a way you had never been looked at before. His eyes were extremely pretty and focused, not on your body but, your face. He kept making eye contact with you and it made you feel shy.. you never felt shy.

Minho felt Jisung tap him on the arm with the back of his hand. “Hey, do you think she would be down for more than just a dance?” Jisung was alluding to their usual threesomes they liked to partake in, but Minho was not interested in that. “I think she would be for the right price, you know?” Jisung just kept talking. Minho wanted his friend to just... shut up so he could enjoy you.

When you made eye contact with Minho once more as you dropped to your knees in a sensual move you had done many times before, he muttered, “Ji, get out.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t sound mad or angry; he just simply told Jisung to leave the room.

Jisung, of course, laughed a little as if he thought Minho was just joking. “What?”

“Leave the room, now.” Minho never took his eyes off you, even as you twirled easily around the pole. “But—” Jisung began, but Minho cut him off, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Jisung, get the fuck out.” He didn’t care where his friend went at this point. He didn’t care if he found another room, stayed at the bar in the main hall, or just simply went home, but he suddenly didn’t want anyone else’s eyes on you... especially not his best friend's.

Jisung let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes dramatically as he stood up from the couch. “Fine, fine, I’m going,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. He took one last glance at the stage, clearly frustrated by the abrupt interruption of their evening. With a huff, he made his way to the door, his footsteps heavy against the plush carpet. As he reached for the handle, he cast a final glance back at Minho, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity flickering in his eyes, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him with a definitive click.

Minho leaned back, relaxing against the couch just as the first song ended. You moved like this was just another night as the next song began, but you heard the handsome man speak directly to you this time. “You don’t have to dance anymore.” It sounded so sweet... his voice was soft and calming even. Not at all what you expected to come from him.

With his angular face, his sharp pretty eyes, and pouty lips. “Come sit with me.” He wasn’t asking so... since you were being paid for this, you did as he said. As you got closer, you could see a few tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Before you could plant your curvy, thong-clad ass on the sofa, this man stands, takes off his suit jacket, and places it around your shoulders... to cover you up.

This was not normal... not for you... and not while you were working. Even though this wasn’t a place where the women got naked on stage, you never wanted to cover up. “You don’t like what you see?” you asked, trying to sound a bit playful but also trying to see exactly what this man was doing. If he wasn’t here to see your body, then why the fuck was he here?

You watched as his pouty lips quirked to the side in the most adorable little smirk. “I actually love what I see, but I can’t concentrate and talk to you when your body is just… out for me like that.” You raised a brow at him, a questioning look on your face. “You want to talk to me?” The question came out in an astonished way.

He simply nodded, “Mm, I’m Minho and you are?” he asked, holding his hand out for you to take. With his suit jacket off now, you saw more of him. His hands were slender but not overly large, and black tattoos peeked out from the sleeve of his button-up. His build, from what you could tell, was muscular but not overly so. The more you looked at him, the more truly handsome you realized he was. His eyes though... they were the best part of him. They were not small but not large. Sharp and dark, they had this sparkle about them... like a fire was lit in them. It made you self-conscious but not in a bad way.

You took his hand, finally, “I'm Y/n.” As your hand met his, a surge of electricity seemed to pass between you both. Minho felt an unexpected warmth and a sense of connection that was almost tangible. The callouses on his hand, a testament to his tough life, contrasted with the softness of your touch, creating a moment of profound intimacy. You, on the other hand, was struck by the firmness and confidence in Minho's grip, feeling a blend of curiosity and a strange comfort. You both were momentarily lost in the sensation, realizing that this simple handshake held the promise of something deeper.

Eventually, you pulled your hand away, almost too swiftly. Your eyes broke away from the intense stare he was giving you. “So...” you slid his jacket from your shoulders, exposing the lacy black lingerie once again, “What do you want? Another dance?” You leaned closer to him, trying to slip back into work mode. “Or... I can do a lot more than dance... your father said to give you whatever you wanted.” You began to slide your hand up his arm, feeling his muscles flexing beneath his deep red dress shirt.

Just as your hand began to cup his cheek, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it down on your lap. “You’re free to go,” he simply said. Minho didn’t look angry; he didn’t look upset... he was calm. You watched as the man stood, a very evident hard-on in his pants, and you could tell he was a bit embarrassed by this. The very first crack in his very cold, hard mask.

As he walked towards the door, he glanced back at you once more, gave you a little nod as if to say thank you, and then he was gone.

He took a moment to lean his shoulder up against the wall just outside the door. What the fuck… Minho thought to himself. He had never felt so many emotions all at once due to a woman. His heart was pounding, his hands were clammy, he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were. It almost made him sick as to how weak in the knees this woman HE DID NOT KNOW made him feel.

Every night for the next two weeks, Minho booked all your time. You didn’t dance for anyone else or in the main hall for the crowd. You only danced in that same private room and only for Minho.

He watched you silently, with a stoic expression, his intense dark brown eyes the only sign of emotion. He never spoke to you again like he did that first night; he just watched, sipping his whiskey or bourbon. You found yourself wanting to talk to him more each time you saw him.

You were curious about this man who only wanted to look at you without touching. On this particular night, Minho seemed anxious. He wasn't exactly distracted since he kept his eyes on you, but he kept fidgeting. His hands ran through his dark hair, messing it up, and his leg bounced a little. He was drinking more than usual.

When the last song ended, you stopped him from leaving. “Minho...” you said softly from your kneeled position on the stage. He paused mid-stride, his back turned to you. He didn’t respond, but he was listening. “Are you alright?” you asked, feeling the need to check on him.

You heard him sigh softly before turning to face you. “Don’t I look alright?” he replied, his eyes pinning you down, making you feel self-conscious again. You slowly stood up, your heels softly clicking on the stage as you walked over to him. “No, you don’t. You seem anxious. You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m here to help.” You reached out, sliding a hand over his and up his arm.

Minho jerked away and bit down on his bottom lip. “I- I don’t like to be touched like that.” You thought it was odd, so you tilted your head in curiosity. “But then how do you love a woman or a man? You have to touch and be touched.” A soft smirk formed on Minho's lips. “If you’re talking about sex, then I don’t love or make love… I fuck. As far as domestically loving someone,” he paused, “That has never happened and will never happen.”

His last sentence seemed final, as if he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Minho turned to leave again, but you caught his hand, which he didn’t pull away from this time. “Why do you book me every night I work? Doesn’t it get boring seeing the same girl on stage every time?” You were genuinely curious, but a part of you didn’t want him to leave just yet. You liked the energetic, charged feeling he gave you. There was a static in the air between you two, and you looked forward to it.

Minho turned around, taking a stride closer to you. He was so close you could feel his body heat. Leaning in, his lips almost touching yours, he whispered, “No one else is allowed to see you but me. You’re my dancer.” His voice in your ear did interesting things to you, curving your back and parting your lips. As he pulled back, your eyes met his, holding that stare.

Then you said the words you never said to any client, “Let me touch you.” You never made sexual advances like this, always making sure clients knew you weren’t offering sex for money. But with Minho, you wanted to see what his body could do to you. You wanted to be the one he allowed to touch him.

Your eyes dipped to his lips as his tongue licked over his bottom lip. For a moment, you thought he would refuse, but then he said, “Sit.” He pointed to the couch. You didn’t hesitate and sat down on the plush couch. Minho gently pushed your shoulders back so you were leaning completely against the back of the couch.

You watched this beautiful man, who probably never knelt for anyone, sink to his knees in front of you. He began taking off your heels, dropping them to the side. Then his warm hands slid up your calves, over your knees, to your thighs. Your skin was on fire wherever he touched, and the anticipation made your chest rise and fall dramatically. Minho's eyes were focused on one spot directly between your thighs as he spread your legs apart.

“I said I wanted to touch you..” Your voice was timid and soft. His touch made it hard to think. Those eyes shot up to yours, piercing deeply, “I don’t like to be touched, but I will gladly touch you.” And just like that, you were his, at least in that moment.

Minho's hands slid up to your hips, gripping them firmly and yanking you towards him, causing your ass to rest on the edge of the cushions. He hooked a finger in the gusset of your lacy, light blue, slightly transparent bodysuit, pulling it aside to expose your very wet pussy. You swore you heard a soft rumble deep within his chest as he looked at you, vulnerable and ready for him.

Minho wasted no time, leaning closer and biting at the inside of your thighs, causing you to suck in a sharp breath. His teeth on you were unexpected but felt amazing. Then his soft, wet tongue was on you, slowly licking between your wet folds. Minho stayed silent, but his face said volumes. His eyes locked on your face, filled with lust. His hands massaged and kneaded your thighs as he licked slowly over your entire pussy.

When your legs began to tremble from the intense pleasure, he finally latched his lips onto your clit, sucking gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan loudly. Minho's eyes never left yours, and the connection felt electric and undeniable.

“Fuck!” you mumbled, lifting your hips and tangling your hands in his hair, tugging as his suction became more intense. His hands moved from your thighs to your ass, lifting you just enough to grab handfuls of your flesh.

“Minho.. Minho.. don’t stop.” You chanted, soft sighs and whimpers escaping constantly. The moment you began chanting his name, he seemed charged with even more need to please you. He pressed his tongue in and out of your needy hole, his entire face pressed into your pussy, his nose sliding up and down your swollen clit.

Minho wasn't afraid to get all your juices on him, loving your smell and taste. His cock grew extremely hard in his pants. It was uncomfortable, but he endured just to see you laid out like this, a dinner only for him.

As your orgasm built, your body reacted uncontrollably, your back arching, hips grinding against Minho's eager mouth. The tension coiled tightly in your lower abdomen, ready to snap. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, Minho's fingers joined in, sliding two digits into you, curling them perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside you.

With a final, desperate cry of his name, your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body. Minho didn't let up, his mouth and fingers working you through your climax, drawing out every last tremor. As you came down from the high, Minho moved back, his handsome face shining slightly with your juices.

He simply licked his lips then sucked the rest of you off his fingers. You watched him put your clothing back in place and then slowly stand. You saw the imprint of his cock in his pants, and you genuinely wanted to give back what he just did for you. You moved to kneel in front of him.

Minho watched you, his hands hanging loosely by his side as you ran your hand over the bulge in his pants, but when you went to unbutton his pants, his hand stopped you. He shook his head and helped you to your feet, his hand holding yours a bit longer before letting go. “You should get home soon, I will see you soon,” he muttered before leaving, his energy still filling the room after he was gone.

You were being paid a lot to give your time to Minho, but why did it feel like every moment with him was worth far more than money? The connection between you two was undeniable, leaving you wanting more and questioning what drew you so deeply to him.

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[adrienneleclerc]

Meet the Family Part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: after much discussion, Charles flies out Y/N’s parents to Monza so they can meet Charles’s mom before they decide on spending Christmas together in New York

Warning: the usual. IT IS EDITED, I MADE IT LONGER, starting from You

A/N: questions at the end of this imagine, I hope you like part 2 @ilovechickenwings

“You didn’t have to fly them out first class.” Y/N said in the car.

“They’re your parents, what kind of person would I be if I let them fly coach, knowing I can afford first class.” Charles said.

“True. I can’t believe you invited them to the Monza Grand Prix.” Y/N said.

“Well my family is also coming to this Grand Prix, I figured they could meet. Hopefully they get along so we can spend Christmas on New York.” Charles said. Charles parked the car and he did a lot better than he usually does. They got out of the car.

“Your parking is getting better, muñeco, I am so proud.” Y/N said. “What time does their flight land?”

“Um, it says at that it should have landed 10 minutes." Charles said checking the flight information. They walked into the airport, Charles signing whatever the fans give him, they made it to the gate and Y/N saw her parents.

"Mami, Papi, que gusto verlos. Como estuvo el vuelo?" Y/N asked her parents after hugging them.

"First class es tan fancy, no creo que puedo volver a volar en coach." Elena said breaking the hug with Y/N to turn to Charles and hugs him. "Charles, thank you so much for flying us out, I can't believe we are in Italy, I always wanted to come here." Elena gives Charles a kiss on the cheek before letting him go, Charles blushing a little and laughing.

"It was nothing, I really wanted you two to meet my mom and brothers." Charles said.

"Right, we need to see if we get along before deciding on spending holidays together. A ver Charles, what car did you decide to rent?" Enrique asked.

"Mm, a Mercedes Benz, plenty of space for your luggage. Lets go, I want to invite you guys to eat before heading to the hotel." Charles said, taking Elena's and Enrique's carry on bags, leaving the airport to go to his car.

“Are we meeting Pascale there?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, my mom texted me saying shes on her way to the restaurant so let’s go.” Charles said, putting the carry on bags in his trunk, helping Enrique put the big suitcase in the trunk too before closing it, everyone got in the car.

“Can’t wait to go sightseeing and shopping.” Elena said.

“Oh yes, Monza is beautiful. Tomorrow is media day for me so if you want, you could go sightseeing by yourselves.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems fine, will Y/N be with you during media day?” Enrique asked.

“Yes she will.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems okay.” Elena said. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was filled with Elena and Enrique talking about what they want to see. Charles made it to the restaurant (I google restaurants in Monza, did you know there is a Peruvian restaurant there? I am so happy about that) and Charles parked his car in the Vecchia Ostuni parking lot.

“Mira eso, Y/N didn’t have to park for you.” Elena teased. Charles looked at Y/N.

“You told them I can’t park?” Charles asked in a whiny voice.

“I didn't tell them anything, they probably saw me parking your car when we visited.” Y/N said.

“Fair enough.” Charles said. They walked made it to the restaurant entrance and saw Pascale. “Maman!” Charles exclaimed before hugging his mother.

“Pascale, it’s good to see you again.” Y/N said, hugging her. “So Pascale, these are my parents Elena and Enrique.

“Nice to mee you.” Pascale said, hugging Elena and Enrique. “Let’s go in, I am starving.” They entered the restaurant, Charles had a reservation for them and they were seated right away. “Elena, Enrique, Can i just say I love your daughter, she is such a sweetheart, perfect for my Charles, I love having her over whenever they’re in Monaco.”

“Oh thank you, we only found out about Charles recently when he came to visit us in New York, but he makes Y/N happy and that’s good enough for us. Plus the gifts, thank you again Charles, I take that bag everywhere.” Elena said.

“It was my pleasure.” Charles said.

You know how sometimes your parents will share stories from your childhood? That’s exactly what happened.

“When Y/N was younger, she would name any animal she saw, whether that is a stray cat in our neighborhood or a mouse caught in a trap.” Enrique said, the three parents laughing.

“She still does that! They were over and we have this garden (I’m making this up) and she found a caterpillar on a leaf, Y/N named it Heimlich.” Pascale said and Y/N covered her face from embarrassment, leaning against Charles.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Mon ange, it’s very cute and endearing how you name random animals.” Charles kissed her forehead.

“I think she got that habit from Lilo and Stitch, she would watch that movie all the time.” Elena said.

“Oh Charles here was obsessed with the movie Cars, I sometimes think thats why he kept karting, to be like Lightning McQueen. I have seen so many posts on Instagram for the fans comparing him to Lightning McQueen.” Pascale said, now it’s Charles’s turn to be embarrassed, he was blushing slightly while Pascale showed Elena and Enrique some of the comparisons. “It doesn’t help that there’s a video of Charles saying ‘kachow’, you know.” Pascale said.

“Our little Disney fans, they’re perfect for each other.” Elena commented.

“They are, they seem so in love. When Charles was first calling me about her, he was so smitten, asking me for advice because he had no idea how to woo her since she’s American.” Pascale said, Y/N turned to Charles.

“I didn’t know that.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, it was actually the first time I got nervous talking to a girl. It’s not like I’ve seen you in Monaco before, you were completely new, you knew nothing about me, I wanted our first date to be perfect.” Charles said, playing with his rings. Y/N kissed his cheek.

“You’re so cute.” Y/N said. The parents kept talking amongst themselves. The check came, Charles paid, Pascale gave Elena her phone number and they started texting on WhatsApp. They said goodbye to each other, went to the parking lot and drove to the hotel they’re staying at.

Charles helped Elena and Enrique to their room, Y/N hugged them goodbye before going to her shared suite with Charles. After Charles helped them with the luggage, he went to his suite and found Y/N splayed across the bed.

“I am so tired.” Y/N said.

“Mon ange, we didn’t do anything.” Charles said.

“I know but we had to listen to our childhood stories.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, that’s true. But I’m glad our parents are getting along, I sense a New York Christmas in our future.” Charles said, getting on the bed and moving Y/N so her back is against his chest. Charles kissed her forehead.

“Same here.” Y/N said and she got a text notification from her mom, Y/N stifled a giggle,

“Whats so funny?” Charles asked.

“Is it true that when you were 4 you opened your closet every night to see if Sulley would be there?” Y/N asked.

“Ugh, maman.” Charles groaned and Y/N was laughing.

“That’s adorable.” Y/N said, kissing him until Charles realized something, holding her back from kissing him again.

“Wait, when we were in Spa, there was a stray dog, did you name him?” Charles asked.

“What? No.” Y/N said. Charles looked at her. “I named him Koda.” Y/N admitted. Charles kissed her.

“Adorable.” Charles said, Y/N pouted but Charles kissed her pout away. "You think we can go to Niso Fumagalli? Its your first time here, I want to do something romantic." Charles said, still kissing her. Y/N pretended to think.

"Would I have to change?" Y/N asked.

"Absolutely not, you look beautiful." Charles said. Y/N smiled.

"You're very sweet, guapo, I'll text my mom to tell her we're going out." Y/N said.

Charles and Y/N spent the rest of the day in the rose garden Niso Fumagalli and they took so many photos together, Charles will definitely post them later after they are editted to match his aesthetic.

The next day was Media Day, Y/N was in the Ferrari hospitality hanging with Rebecca while Charles was answering some questions.

"So Charles, we hear your American girlfriend is here, how is that going?" the interviewer asked.

"Very good, this is her first time coming to Monza, even though she is very new to the world of Formula 1, she is very excited to be here, I even flew her parents out." Charles said.

"Wow, what a considerate boyfriend you are, how are the future in-laws?" The interviewer asked.

"I like them, I really hope they like me as well, my mom loves my girlfriend so I am hoping to have the same connection with her parents." Charles responded sincerely. He thinks of himself as a very nice guy, even though Enrique has said himself that Charles seemed good for Y/N, he doesn't get the feeling that her parents consider him family yet.

"I'm sure you will, whats not to like, the grid loves you." The interviewer said and Charles laughed a little, messing with his shirt collar.

Charles then had another interviewer.

"Charles and Carlos, you two are going to answer whatever questions are written on the piece of paper you pick out of this hat." The interviewer said, Charles went first.

"Who was your celebrity crush when you were younger? Oh, that is such a good question, I'm trying to think, mm, oh, it was (a celebrity you share similar features with, for me it would be Selena Gomez cuz of the round face, dark hair and eyes) I was obsessed with her movies/tv show/music, watched every TV interview she did, my mom would call me every time she was on TV." Charles admitted, completely embarassed he just confessed that.

"Doesn't your girlfriend have the same color eyes, hair, and skin tone?" The interviewer.

"Lord Perceval, who knew you had a type." Carlos joked. "You totally manifested your girlfriend."

"I guess i did. Your turn, Carlos." Charles said.

After many interviews later, he went to the hospitality to find Y/N eating a snack.

"Baby! How were the interviews?" Y/N asked, hugged him, Charles hugged her back twice as hard.

"They were good, a little tiring. Want to go out to eat? There was this peruvian restaurant we could go to, I know you miss Latin food when you're in Europe with me." Charles said.

"Ooh yes, lomo saltado sounds so good right now. I love you so much." Y/N said, kissing him.

"You think your parents like me?" Charles asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course they like you. Come on, lets get to your car." Y/N said. They were walking to the parking lot.

"Its just yesterday your mom mentioned that she only found out about me recently. She hasn't really complimented me except to tell me she loves her bag." Charles said.

"Well Charles, they don't really know you, it's kinda hard considering they live in New York." Y/N said.

"You're right, we should go to the hotel and pick up ypour parents so we could eat at the Peruvian restaurant." Charles said.

"Oh no need, they're here with Pascale." Y/N admitted.

"Mon coeur, you could have told me before we got into the parking lot." Charles said.

"I'll tell my mom where we are going and Pascale could join them at the restaurant, it will be like yesterday." Y/N said.

"Yeah, that sounds good, you are so smart." Charles said, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, lets good, I just texted my mom." Y/N said, They get to the car and drove to the restaurant. Pascale showed up with Elena and Enrique a few moments later.

"Why are we here?" Enrique asked.

"Oh, whenever we are travlling for my races, Y/N will miss the latin food that she is used to cooking herself. She gets homesick, latin food helps her, and that is why we are at a peruvian restaurant." Charles said, with his arm around Y/N. Enrique hums approvingly before they entered the restaurant.

During lunch/dinner, Charles did or said little things that won him brownie points with his future in-laws. He knows it might be too soon, but he feels as if Y/N is the one and he needs to know that her parents approved of him.

"Maman, Christmas is a few months away, I was wondering how would you feel about spending it in New York?" Charles asked.

"New York? What about your brother and Charlotte?" Pascale asked.

"They would come too! Imagine spending New Years in New York, watching the ball drop in person..." Charles started.

"Don't do that." Y/N and her parents said.

"It is going to be so crowded, you'll be freezing the entire time, you probably won't even get a good spot to watch the ball drop or the New Years performers." Elena said.

"But we could see the tree at the Rockefeller Center." Charles said, looking at Y/N to make sure that was a good plan and Y/N nodded.

"I wouldn't want to spend Christmas without my parents, but I know you wouldn't want to spend it without Charles either." Y/N said. Pascale doesn't look convinced.

"Pascale, you never travlled outside of Europe, it could be fun. Enrique and I obviously don't have a big house but you can stay in a hotel near us." Elena started.

"Alright, you convinced me, a New York Christmas it is. Would you spend your entire winter break in New York, Charles?" Pascale asked.

"Not the entire break, just 2 weeks." Charles said.

"Alright, sounds good. Let me call your brothers." Pascale said, standing up from the table.

"Tengo que ir al baño, acompáñame, Y/N." Elena said, dragging Y/N to the bathrom, leaving Charles and Enrique alone. There was a moment of silence before Enrique decided to speak.

"You're a good guy, Charles. It may not seem like it, but I like you. You make Y/N happy, she actually started calling us every week to tell us about you and what you did that made her happy that week. You bought her a vase?" Enrique asked.

"Yes, she has been saying that the counter in her apartment looked plain so i bought her a vase and I would bring her flowers so the apartment would look..alive, I guess." Charles responded.

"That's the kind of stuff I want my princess to experience. My wife and I have never fought in front of Y/N, we have never raised our voice at her, hit her, or anything. I'm assuming you would never do that to her either." Enrique said and Charles immediately shook his head.

"of course not, i respect your daughter, I love Y/N so much that I would rather die than even think about doing that kind of thing to her." Charles said.

"Thats exactly what I needed to hear, son." Enrique patted Charles back and he was so happy that Enrique called him 'son". The women came back to the table.

"We were gone a while, what did you talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing, mon ange." Charles said.

"Todo anda bien, princesa." Enrique said, Y/N accepted it but she noticed that Charles had the same gleam in his eyes that he gets from winning. Y/N whispered in Charles's ear.

"He said he liked you, didn't he?" Y/N waited for a response and Charles nodded his head. "See? You had nothing to worry about." Y/N whispered again before deciding to place her head on his shoulder.

The End

HOPE YOU LIKED THE NEW ADDITIONS, I did not know how to write them meeting for the first time, the naming animals habit is actually mine, there are 2 stray cats by my house, I named one Thomas O’Malley and the other is named Fígaro. I also named a mouse Roquefort, I genuinely think I got it from Lilo. Hope y’all liked it! Comments are appreciated.

I have 3 ideas for new one shots

Idea 1: Charles Leclerc and Y/N are married and Y/N has a habit of adopting any dog that “gives her a sign�� like it would follow her, whine if she tries to leave, etc. But the catch is, Charles and Y/N already have 8 dogs so when Charles is away at a race, Y/N picks up another dog but she tries to make it seem like she had an affair so the dog thing isn’t so bad. 100 percent inspired by that story Salma Hayek told on Jimmy Fallon. Btw, I got the dogs and names picked out.

Idea 2: there is a Bachelor Auction for charity, Charles is obviously one of the bachelors, Y/N bids on him, they go on a date, have a really good time, Charles wants to go out again.

Idea 3: Charles and Y/N are friends and roommates. Y/N lost her journal/diary, Charles found it in the driver’s room and instead of giving it back, he reads it and discovers she has a crush on an F1 driver. Instead of thinking the F1 driver Y/N writes about is himself, he thinks it’s Lando and is lowkey sad and jealous when he sees Lando and Y/N talk because Charles also likes Y/N.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I thought you loved me | {SaneGiyuu/SaneKana}

pt.2 | pt.3

Theme: Slight Fluff+Slight Angst, idk anymore

Note: I based this on some tiktoks I saw :>

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His arm hooked around Giyuu's shoulders, his scarred face close to the Water Hashira's as he leaned towards him, resting his head on the other's shoulder.

"...Shinazugawa?" Giyuu mumbled, after a moment of silence.

"Mm?" Sanemi glanced at him, moving his position to look at Giyuu.

"I... Will you meet me here again? Tomorrow?" Giyuu asked nervously. His gaze flickered to Sanemi's hand which rested on his own. 

"Mm, alright," Sanemi (I wrote Sanmi ;-;) said, nodding. 

In front of them, the water fountain seemed to flow a bit higher, matching Giyuu's emotions as he found himself nuzzling closer to the Wind Hashira.

They sat like this for a long moment, the only sound being the water and their breathing in silence.

Eventually, Sanemi moved away. "I've got to go," he said, much to Giyuu's disappointment.

The two stood.

"See you tomorrow?" Giyuu asked, a bit hesitantly.

Sanemi kissed him in response, sending butterflies scattering in Giyuu's stomach.

"Tomorrow," Sanemi agreed, retreating. 

Giyuu stared after him as he left, a small smile forming on his mouth.

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"I love you, Sanemi." 

Sanemi smiled. "You always had a way with words, Kanae."

"It's not a way of words," she said, laughing. "I'm simply telling you that I love you."

"Hm, then perhaps your tone. Gives me butterflies," Sanemi teased, resting his forehead on hers.

"If I have a way with words, yours is probably through physical affection," Kanae decided, a hand tracing the scars on Sanemi's chest. (headcanon's 🤩)

"Is it, now?" he asked, kissing her gently.

She smiled at him. "Yes."

They were there at the park. The one with the bench sitting across from a water fountain.

Behind them, somewhere in the bushes, Giyuu sat with his head curled to his chest, his arms wrapped around himself as he wished he could get up and leave. But he couldn't, they would hear him. Know he had been here the whole time.

His body shook, not from the cold but from the shaky breaths he was trying not to take as he felt himself almost fall into a pit of misery, his body sagging under the weight of an invisible force.

It felt like hours but was probably only minutes before Kanae and Sanemi left, most likely hand in hand. 

Giyuu sat there, without moving, for a full minute after they left, his mind racing.

And then he stood, quickly brushing off the leaves and dirt off of him, before turning and walking promptly out of the park, in the opposite direction the other two had.

He didn't know where he was going but eventually found himself wandering to the Butterfly mansion.

His chest seemed to tighten at the thought of Kanae being there—though he knew she wouldn't know about this. She would never let it happen. Right?

Before he could leave, the door opened and Kanae's younger sister—Shinobu, who helped the injured often when she wasn't on missions—stepped out.

"Tomioka?" she said curiously, quirking a questioning eyebrow in his direction.

"Uhm. Kocho. Hi," he said awkwardly, shifting. 

"Hello, do you need something?" she asked, walking towards him.

"No, uhm, I was just walking," he said.

"Oh, well Aoi just made lunch and we have extra, want any?" she offered, giving him a gentle smile.

"No, it's okay, I-" 

Before he could comprehend what was happening, Shinobu was pushing him inside, closing the door behind him.

Giyuu found himself at a table, eating with Shinobu, Aoi, and three little girls. He blinked, staring at the chopsticks that had been forced into his hand. 

What... was he doing here.

"Hm, you look troubled," Shinobu noted, starting to eat.

The other girls gave a murmur of agreement, glancing up at him.

"Oh."

"You're a Hashira so you probably have a lot to be troubled about. Oh! Speaking of Hashira, have you seen Kanae recently? I was looking for her but she didn't come home for lunch; thus, the extra," she said, motioning to his bowl.

"Right." Giyuu messed with the idea of pretending he hadn't seen her but decided that was being petty and sighed. "Yes. She was... with Shinazugawa. At this one park? With... a water fountain. I, uhm, passed by it on my way here and saw them."

"Oh, alright," Shinobu said. "Why don't you eat?"

"Right," Giyuu repeated, quickly starting to eat, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

"Are Kanae and Shinazugawa dating?" Aoi asked, after a beat of silence.

Giyuu waited, listening carefully. 

"I would assume so. I don't know why Nee-san picked such a moron to date, though. I don't like Shinazugawa," Shinobu said, sighing.

One of the little girls laughed.

"Why not?" Giyuu asked, interested. 

"Because he's arrogant. I can't figure him out. Sometimes, he seems like the type to be loyal, sometimes he seems like he's gay," Shinobu said, rolling her eyes. 

Giyuu flinched. "Oh?" 

"Mhm." She twirled her hair around the top end of her chopstick for a moment, then looked up. "You flinched when I said that. Do you know anything?" 

Giyuu averted his eyes. Fuck, he was bad at acting. "Uhm. No. Thanks for the food," he said, lifting the bowl to his lips and drinking the rest of the soup quickly. "I'll be off now." 

"Answer my question!!" Shinobu complained. 

"He probably has training or something, he's also a Hashira, remember?" Aoi said.

Giyuu gave them a nod of his head quickly, then left, his movements stiff. 

Once he was out, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Then instantly wished he hadn't relaxed when he saw Sanemi and Kanae walking up to the house, Sanemi's arm linked around Kanae's waist comfortably.

Giyuu froze and Sanemi's eyes met his. For half a second, they stared at each other, Sanemi's expression hardening for a beat before Kanae smiled and Giyuu broke their eye contact.

"Hello, Tomioka! I didn't think you'd be here?" she said. 

"Yes, uhm, Ko... Shinobu told me there was extra food and forced—I mean offered—for me to have some," Giyuu explained, his gaze set on the ground. He could feel the other two Hashira's eyes on him as he talked and he inched cautiously to the path, trying to escape. 

"Oh! You've eaten already, then?" Kanae asked. 

"Yes."

"Why don't you stay? You look tired, you can rest here," she said, smiling as she and Sanemi walked up to the door.

Giyuu went to shake his head but his eye caught Sanemi's calculating gaze and he was suddenly unable to speak, unsure what he should feel.

Kanae ushered him and Sanemi inside, closing the door behind her. (do you get deja vú :3)

Inside, Kanae told Giyuu he could rest in one of the guest rooms, instructing Sanemi to lead him there.

Then she left to go to her sister, leaving the two Hashira alone.

"Uhm. Shinazugawa," Giyuu said, shifting uncomfortably. 

Sanemi ignored him, walking through the halls where Giyuu presumed was the room he was meant to sleep in.

"Your room," Sanemi said, comfirming Giyuu's presumption as he pointed to a door at the end of the next hall.

"Shinazugawa?" 

"What?" Sanemi's eyes flicked over Giyuu, as if reading him.

"You're... dating Ko- Kanae?" Giyuu asked quietly.

"And?"

"Con...grats, then," he murmured.

"The hell?" Sanemi raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a second then rolled his eyes and turned away.

As he started to leave, Giyuu watched him carefully.

It didn't seem like Kanae and Sanemi had just recently started dating. Which would mean Giyuu had kissed Sanemi—no, Sanemi had kissed Giyuu—when he'd been in a relationship. When he was.

Fuck, why had Giyuu thought he had had a chance anyways? And why the hell had Sanemi done that?

{Word count: 1380}

Randomly ends bc i'm too lazy to finish it 🤩

[cfcalcaraz]

Saw someone do mason dating a famous actress so I was thinking of u could do one where mason is confessing his love for the first time. mason been seeing Y/N for a while now and they're a couple, so he invites her to his place makes her dinner and treats her like a queen then in a silly conversation when dancing, them and them being slightly tipsy he tells her something in the lines of "I love u, and actually had a huge crush on u" She laughs thinking it's the alcohol got into his head, but it wasn't....

clueless - mm

summary: after months of of crushing on you, Mason finally decides to come clean but you can’t seem to take him seriously

author: poor Mason LOL, also feel free to leave requests for other footballers too. i’ve only been getting requests for Mason 😭

warnings: none???

for the last 5 months, you’d been in London shooting for a movie that is set to come out in 2024. although you hadn’t known many people in London before now, you had made quite a lot of great friends through an old friend of yours. you met Christian through a close relative back in the States, so when he offered to show you around London, you couldn’t refuse.

you were getting dressed up for a party that Christian was hosting when you got a message from Mason, one of the guys you’d gotten extremely close to in the last few months. 

mase: y/n

mase: what colour dress u wearing tonight? perhaps we can match

y/n: why on earth would i want to do that???

y/n: black. 

mase: LMFAO cya

you were grateful for the friendships you’d made recently, especially because of how funny some of these guys were. you finished getting dressed and made your way down to your uber to head over to Christian’s place.

as you arrived at the party, you were greeted by Christian and you noticed just how packed his place had been. the party was bigger than you thought it’d be. you looked around the place in search of Sophia, one of Christian’s teammates' girlfriends. you made eye contact with her from across and she waved at you signalling you to come over to where she was. as you approached her she welcomed you with a hug and the rest of the boys greeted you as well. you looked over at Mason and noticed he was wearing all black, similar to you. “trying to be like me, yeah?”. you chuckled at Mason as you teased his outfit. “the objective was to mock you, y/n. don’t be flattered now”. Mason offered you a wink after making a rude remark so in return you stole his cup. you thanked him for the drink as you walked away elsewhere.

after a few drinks, you started to feel a little tipsy and that was when Sophia invited you over to dance with her. you two were jamming together until Mason showed up and stole you away from her. you took the blunt that he had in between his fingers and took a quick spliff. “Mason, aren’t you like not allowed to smoke?”. you put your arms over his shoulders as he pulled you in closer by your waist. “once in a while can’t hurt, right?”. you shook your hand. “yeah you’re done with that”. you handed over the blunt to Sophia so you could keep it away from Mason. Mason sighed in annoyance but truly all that mattered to him at that moment was that he was with you. he couldn’t care less about some blunt when the girl of his dreams was dancing with him. “you look incredibly beautiful tonight, y/n”. you smiled up at him, your eyes heavy as you were crossfaded. “do i also look tired?”. you frowned up at him. “i kinda wanna go home”. Mason looked down at his watch, 1:49 am, perhaps it was time for you to head home. “alright, come on. i’ll take you to my place”. 

as you arrived at Mason’s home, you struggled to walk in your heels, so he practically carried you inside. it was obvious that you were way more out of it than he was. Mason’s brought you over to his guest room and helped you take your heels off. he brought you over a pair of pjs you’d left at his place last time you spent the night and gave you some time to get changed. “Mason! my makeup! you need to help me take it off”. Mason sighed, grabbing the makeup wipes he’d kept around just for you. “y/n, stay still, i don’t wanna rip your eyelashes off”. you just looked at Mason smiling the entire time. “you’re so nice, Masey. thank you for helping me take my makeup off”. it was obvious how drunk you were just by the way you spoke. “of course, anything for you”. Mason smiled at you. “Mason you have such a pretty smile. i love your dimples”. you grabbed his face just so you could get a better look. at this point, Mason had already begun blushing. “i could say the same about you”. 

Mason got up and turned off your lights, intending to go back to his own room now. but all of a sudden, he had the urge to confess his feelings to you. “y/n?”. you rolled over on your side to face him. “yes, Masey?”. “i’m in love with you”. you began to laugh. “Masey, let’s lay off the drugs, ya?”. you honestly could not take him seriously at this moment. you were sure this was just another prank of his. “right”. he looked disappointed in himself for even considering saying anything to her. he had just embarrassed himself. “goodnight y/n”. “goodnight Masey, i love you”. he walked out of the guest room and whispered under his breath. “yeah, i love you too”. 

[valiantroyalty]

Anonymous asked:

I would love to see more Malleus x Rose it's my favorite ship

Wordless harmonizing filled the forest that surrounds the school. It’s what caught Malleus’ attention in the first place, what drew him from his nightly walk. He recognized the voice before he saw the golden spun hair in the distance. He kept his distance a few moments, to simply watch.

Rose, in the bare minimum of what resembled her dorm uniform and bare footed, twirled, skipped, danced in her aimless journey. Birds flew around her, with small rabbits leaping at her feet. It truly was a sight to behold, but surprisingly enough it wasn’t the first time he’s seen it. In person, yes, but once before on a dream.

Rose took no notice of the dragon but the animals did. They scattered into the night, hid beneath bushes, hid in the trees. The secret princess continued her dance, only knowing Malleus was even there when he caught one of her spins, and brought her in close. Eyes flew open in surprise but was quick to smile, a soft blush on her cheeks.

“You should know it’s dangerous to be out alone, Rosie,” Malleus reprimanded lightly, using his nickname for her. Something he started using just recently. His eyes scanned her face, took in her expression, how flushed she was. The quickening beat of her heart. He’s starting to learn her responses to him, but he’s confused on what they mean.

“Mm, but am I truly in danger when you are here to protect me?” Rose returned cheekily as violet orbs met green. Her hands moved only to grip onto his. Something he should have expected but didn’t. Slowly he held onto her hands firmly. His gaze flickered down and took note just how much smaller her hands were in comparison to his.

“What if I am the danger?” The house warden prompted. It’s almost like a game between these two, until one backs down til the next game. “You are too trusting, child of man.”

A soft laugh greeted those words and a shake of head. “No. If you’re dangerous, you would have harmed me long ago. I don’t think you’re capable.” Now it’s a challenge, an almost dare. Mischief crossed Rose’s face as she peered up at him.

An eyebrow arched at that before a smile tugged at his lips. “I’d be careful what you wish for. I could end You if I so pleased.” An empty threat of course. He leaned down to better match her eye level. She also rose up, and stood up on her tiptoes. There’s a mere inch between their faces.

“So end me.” The blonde challenged above a whisper. It took a second for him to respond, gloved fingers moving to circle around her bared throat.

[billie-venus-wrote-a-book]

[non-canonical Elmsbury Vampyre]

Chapter Two

“WARNING: Though the generator is turned off, the current may still be running. Steer clear: Electricity Kills”

***

              “You hear about Maisie Bailey’s dog?” Kat set their plastic tray down on the table in the crowded dinner hall, three weeks back at school and they were already treating uniform rules more so as guidelines reserved for people with no fashion sense, though some could argue that included those who wore skirts on top of trousers.

“What about it?” Trent was neatly picking the pieces of what looked like some form of red vegetable, probably chili peppers, out of his no longer steaming chicken tikka and arranging them in a pile on his paper napkin. It was Curry Wednesday.

“It’s apparently run away, I saw a missing poster for it on the noticeboard outside Professor Holly’s.”

“That sucks, I’d be devastated if Sir Pounce ran away,” Amy conferred. A flash of a memory of the rabbits from the graveyard popped up in her head, but she quickly dismissed it. She hadn’t had cause to think on it since it happened, and the three hadn’t seen anything like it since on their more recent explorations, which were becoming few and far between as school had started up again.

Kat laughed, “Sir Pounce would come sprinting back as soon as he realized the great outdoors doesn’t have home-baked treats or a three-tier cat tree.” They grinned, ripping a bite from their lukewarm naan, now speaking through the bread, “You’ve not got anything to worry about there.”

The dinner hall was very loud and very full; despite it being the Sixth Form area, some GCSE students had snuck their way in to get their hands on the better-quality food and wider selection of vending machines. It was an irregularly shaped room, technically a hexagon which became known to Amy when on a boring clean-up detention a few years back she had counted the walls and tried to calculate the total area of the place; the conclusion she came to was that it was not nearly big enough to contain all two-hundred-and-seven Sixth Form students plus unnoticed intruders. She pulled her chair even closer to the table they were sat at, so the edge jut into her stomach nearly slicing her in half, as a group of loudly-chattering members of the Netball team squeezed their way through the winding labyrinth of gaps between chairs, tables, and students. Amy noticed Kat’s gaze flick to a spot just over her shoulder from where they were sat on the opposite side of the table:

“Would you two ladies mind coming with me?”

The voice of Mrs Sharpe the lunch monitor was droning and monotonous, though high-pitched and nasal enough to cut through the buzzing background sounds of the cafeteria. Kat made a face when they saw the staff member’s line of vision focus on Amy, and stuck their two fingers up at Mrs Sharpe from under the table. Amy looked back at Kat, “Uh.. sure, like, now?”

Mrs Sharpe pursed her lips and nodded mock-solemnly, “Mm-yeah, just you two, Trent needn’t come along.” She waved a dismissive hand at the boy, who shrugged to his friends and continued working on deconstructing his curry back into its base ingredients.

Amy stood up, taking Kat’s blazer sleeve and dragging them up as well, assuming they were both being taken to the Sixth Form Office for another uniform violation. She could maybe see where they were coming from with Kat, though they had read through the rules that morning and nowhere did it say anything against wearing trousers and a skirt- which they were itching to bring up whenever they would be told to go home and change- but Amy didn’t think she was doing anything too out of pocket with her own clothing: maybe it was because she was wearing boots?

The two were marched through the winding corridors of the school, ducking under wooden doorframes that stood as the only remnant of the building’s original Stuart-era structure after the rest was totally rehashed in the late 60’s. It didn’t take Amy long to realise that herself and her friend were being taken up to Mrs Pratchett’s office; a round room with a shallow raised platform on which she conducted meetings and tellings-off located right at the very top of the school- led up to by a winding spiral staircase behind a ‘Staff Only’ door.

“Why’s she taking us to Pratchett’s?” Kat whispered to Amy, speaking out loud the very next thing Amy was going to wonder. Amy shrugged, mouthing a concurrent ‘I don’t know’ as she fought off the light dizziness one gets when climbing an annoyingly tall spiral staircase.

Mrs Sharpe knocked briefly on the large oak door, her narrow blue eyes reflected in the polished copper plaque on the front, watching the two students behind her intently. The door swung open and Amy and Kat were filtered inside.

Amy sat in a little grey chair opposite the desk, trying to smooth her skirt down as close to her knees as she could get it without having to noticeably roll it down. Kat tried their best not to slump huffily into their chair beside her, but still fell back into it with a little too much force, causing Mrs Pratchett to shoot them a stern look through the lenses of her crescent-shaped glasses, “I never thought I would have to have this conversation with you both,” she began a pre-written, but well-practised, speech, “but it has apparently come to this.” She clasped her hands together and leaned forward on the desk, her well-manicured fingernails shiny in the light of the desklamp, “But I think you both may know why I have called you in here today.”

The two students shook their heads.

Mrs Pratchett raised an eyebrow, “I would like to start off by saying that Elmsbury-Gallows Secondary has a zero-tolerance policy on violence and bullying—”

Kat concealed a scoff.

“—and that we take matters like this one incredibly seriously.”

Amy felt her stomach sink a little as her mind connected the dots on why they were both there.

“We received a report,” Mrs Pratchett continued, “from a student, whom I will not name but I believe you both know who I am talking about—”

Amy and Kat nodded hesitantly.

“—this student has put in a report of physical violence that resulted in physical injury and we, as a faculty, have a due diligence to follow up on his claim.” She was focusing her pointed stare on Kat for the most part, but Amy felt a twinge of telepathic blame seeping into her shoes. She looked down to check.

“Now, need I remind you both that this is assault?” she punctuated the statement with a drawn-out disappointed sigh, “and that you are very lucky indeed that the victim’s family have not chosen to pursue legal consequences.”

He bullies us since Primary but as soon as we do one thing to fight back you’re up in arms? Amy felt the thought radiating off Kat, whose head was turned away from her to focus on looking out a window to prevent themself from leaping over the desk and throttling their hexagenerian headmistress. Though their expression was obscured, Amy could see the pulsing muscles in their jaw.

“However,” Mrs Pratchett called the two’s attention back with the adverb, “that is not to say we haven’t decided on an in-school consequence,” she was clearly avoiding the word ‘punishment’, “for you both to face.”

Dammit.

“Myself, Mr Robins- head of Sixth Form, and the victim’s family have decided that you both will attend after-school detentions with your form tutor for the rest of the academic year.”

Kat muttered something that rhymed with ‘puck cough’.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said we deeply regret doing it and won’t do anything like it again.”  

Amy couldn’t deny that she felt the same way as Kat, no matter how much of a stoicist outlook she tried to have, she was angry about this.

“Good. And I am sure you both find this a reasonable consequence for your actions.” This was a command, not a request.

Amy and Kat motioned up and down with their heads, achieving something close to an agreeing nod.

“So, the detentions start today after school,” Mrs Pratchett continued, “and your form tutor is…” she flicked through a file conveniently placed to her right, “Professor Holly?”

A small twinge of relief soothed the ache in Amy’s stomach. At least this would make things more bearable.

The two nodded again.

“Okay, so you won’t have to move classrooms since you have History last period.” She smiled with something that could almost be identified as sympathy, “so your detention is an hour: 3:30 until 4:30.” She snapped the file shut, “glad to have this talk with you- honestly you two, I never expected this from you.” She took off her glasses and folded them neatly in her hand, “less than ten behaviour points between you both- excluding uniform violations- and from nowhere you have this outburst?” she tutted, before motioning that they were free to leave and Amy had never felt more at liberty to do something as quickly as she did then.

***

              “Well I think it’s a bloody pisstake,” Trent was astutely ignoring the research task, a blank word document open on his laptop, “remember when he poured milk over Kat in year ten? He got like a week’s detention for that- tops.”

“Yeah and the time he and his little nitty mates followed Amy back from school— I swear they didn’t even follow up on that one.” Kat’s eyes were the only part of them visible over the top of the table, they had slouched in their chair to an almost horizontal point, “should’ve got his whole head in the door as well.”

“You three better be getting on with the work.” Professor Holly looked over the top of his PC, his mouth obscured but his eyes smiling through his glasses, “and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that from you Kat.”

“I know you’d never snitch on me Sir,” Kat gave him a comically large wink, shimmying upward, and leaning into the laptop and textbook- pretending to read it at first but eventually actually getting some work done. The lesson passed as quickly as it had started, Amy managing to get at least something written up, though not as much as she would have liked, finding it hard to divert her annoyance away from the whole Mike Gregory situation.

The sound of the class diminished as they filtered out to leave, Trent being the last to go, sticking next to his friends until he was forced out, “Should I pop to Cery’s or wait for you guys outside?”

“Go Cery’s- I’ll give you my fiver,” Amy fished around in her blazer pocket, retrieving the crumpled note, “wait at the place if you want but if you wanna go home and change you can.”

“Nah I’ll wait- I’d never run off from you guys.” He smiled, wished them both luck, and went on his expedition to get their snacks for the week from the little corner shop on Abbey Way. The door closed behind him, leaving Amy and Kat alone in the now silent classroom.

3:28.

“You guys want to tell me what happened?” Professor Holly swiveled himself away from the computer screen to face the two sat next to each other at the front of the class, on the table next to the one nearest to his desk.

“Mike Gregory’s a ratty little snitch is what happened.”

Amy kicked Kat under the table.

“Another thing that I’ll pretend I didn’t hear, Kat,” Holly very deliberately concealed a smile.

“He was trying to get into my house after, uhm, failing to scare us,” Amy was careful with her words: the last thing she wanted after this was to admit to her and her friends’ sordid past and active present of trespassing, “so Kat kicked the door to slam him out and accidentally got his fingers trapped.” She shot Kat a pointed glare, “didn’t you.”

Kat shrugged, “I can work with that, yeah.” They sat forward, “It’s just so unfair because, like, he never got in any proper trouble for that time he put Trent in a bin, or when he tipped milk over me, or following Amy home, or ‘accidentally’—” they gestured airquotes, “—dropping the ball on my toes on the year seven bowling trip—” Kat was now ranting quite exasperatedly, “—or, y’know, bullying us since literal Primary School. But noooo, all of a sudden when we react to it we get a year’s after school detention,” they laughed, “What’s worse is that Amy didn’t even do anything wrong! Like I get putting me in here, I probably maybe shouldn’t have actually reacted like I did,” they quickly caught themself, “and, uh, not realized my actions may end up physically hurting someone, despite the lack of intent to harm,” they took a huge breath in, “but c’mon Amy did nothing!”

Professor Holly took a moment to process the excess of word vomit that had just poured out of Kat’s mouth. He absently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “that is a very fair point, Kat- but I’m not allowed to voice my personal opinion on this, uhm, consequence.” He folded his arms, “but I can say that I definitely see where you’re coming from.”

Kat gave him another one of their comically exaggerated winks, “eh, I see Sir, I see.”

The pealing, shrill ring of the bell signified 3:30, and as if she had been stood waiting in the wings, Mrs Pratchett came coquettishly into the room, “Uh, Kat can you just move over there, so you and Bellamy don’t talk?” Mrs Pratchett pointed to the chair furthest from Amy in which Kat sat, making sure to show all their teeth in their best-practised passive-aggressive smile to the headmistress.

“Attitude.” Mrs Pratchett warned. She moved to sit in a chair under the whiteboard at the front of the class getting out her laptop, her acrylics making a spider-foot tapping on the plastic keys. This, for an hour, Amy groaned inwardly, God help us all.

***

              The walk up to their little spot was not a difficult one if you knew where you were going: a quick stop at Cery’s for snacks, then a thirty minute walk up through Church Close, past Elmsbury Common and down Gallows Trail to the old 1950’s radio tower that stood overgrown and bronzed with rust on the peak of a hill in the middle of the farmland. Up until Gallows Trail it was all pavement, afterward they had to hop a fence to get into the field by the hill, which was a little more offroad; but with the right shoes on it was just as easy as the previous twenty-minutes or so. This trip had always been a little more tiring in the heat, but the view from beneath the tower had been worth it for the three of them since year seven.

The entire span of Elmsbury-Gallows rolled out in front of them like a map, and Amy could point out every nook and cranny in the town from the spot on the hill- the first few times they went up there she would trace her route home as to avoid getting lost. The sun had slowly begun it’s descent behind the curtain of clouds in front of them to the West, dousing the town in a meek, diluted, sandy-yellow glow. From the top of the hill Amy could see on one side the small pocket of land where Johnson’s Farm sat, and over to the other the churning site of the mine renovations- once greys and browns overgrown and untouched, now spotted all over with bright yellow excavators and diggers.

The radio tower itself was overgrown with shrubbery and ivy, rusted an orangey-brown the same colour as the wooden fence around it, the only splash of colour being the faded yellow warning sign peeking out from the leaves on the fence. It pierced up into the sky, it’s needle-like form wobbling slightly as wind passed through it. Amy sat on her blazer in the grass, taking off her tie and putting it in her backpack’s front pocket.

“Well I’m just as mad as you are about it, Kat,” Trent cracked open a can of off-brand coke and handed it to them.

“I know right! It’s like, first they make the sixth-formers wear the GCSE students’ uniform and then they go and wrongfully persecute me and Amy for basically defending ourselves,” they slurped their soda before tumbling down to sit next to Amy, “I mean, persecute me for it, that’s fine I guess- wrong but fine- but, and I literally said this to Holly: Amy did literally nothing and she has to do detentions as well.”

“No, no Kat you don’t get it,” Amy reached up to take her can of coke from Trent, “I was a bystander- and as Mr Greensmith said:” she straightened up, putting on her best Devonshire accent, “I can’t stand a bystander, students! A bystander is like a bully who doesn’t even need to bully!” she reverted to her normal voice, “I was complicit in your heinous crime.”

“Ohh, right of course,” Kat leaned back on their elbows, “you deserve a million years of detention for standing doing nowt in your own house.”

“In all seriousness, you probably shouldn’t have done it, Kat.” Trent joined them both on the grass finally, “no matter how ‘just’ it was.”

“You’re right, you’re right, violence is never the answer,” they conceded and sipped their coke thoughtfully, “it’s the solution.”

“Kat no!”

“Kat yes!”

The three of them laughed, mock-panicking at Kat villain laughing and rubbing their hands together as if plotting their next devilish scheme. Before the laughter died into silence, Kat spoke again, “I’ll have to add it to my list of things to protest against.”

“That why you’re wearing the skirt-over-trousers combo?”

“Hm?”

“To protest the uniform change?” Amy added.

“Oh my God did I not tell you guys? I can’t believe I didn’t tell you guys,” Kat then launched into a spiel about how the uniform change for the older students was infantilizing and wrong, and simply unprofessional, with that usual hint of unserious, straight-faced irony that tinted all of their protesting exploits- always for the sole purpose of entertaining themself and the want to create a common goal between students. The roleplay of a real thing in a fake environment; it had been like this since year eight debate club.

When asked if the skirt-trouser combination would be too stifling for the, now dwindling, summer heat, they simply replied that “justice has no temperature.”

“You should make it a thing,” Amy offered, “get the whole school repping the trouser-skirt in solidarity with your cause.”

Kat wiggled their finger at their friend, saying how that was an excellent idea.

***

              Neil always stayed behind after hours in the school. He didn’t quite know why, most likely a combination of his inability to keep track of time and his love of evening drives; the twilight dwindling a blue sheen over everything, illuminated only by his daytime running lights, not dark enough to need any more illumination. It was the only time of the day that Elmsbury didn’t look completely brown. Most times he would not leave the premises until told to. He also found that leaving so late made it so he would have minimal interaction with other people on the way to his car.

“Neil, can I ask you something quickly?”

He had almost forgotten Mrs Pratchett’s presence in the room, her ability to move in near silence was almost impressive. He nodded to her to proceed with her question.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on those two, a little more closely? It’s just—” she sought and found the words she was looking for, “—I hear sometimes violent outbursts are a result of poor mental health is all, maybe you could try talking to them, see if anything’s up?”

This was odd to Professor Holly, he always thought Amy and Kat were quite happy people, albeit a little strange sometimes but never ill-spirited. Definitely more happy since GCSEs, which is what made this apparent spur of violence even more out of character. He made a noise of confirmation anyway, “Uh, sure of course, I’ll make sure they feel safe to talk if need be.”

Mrs Pratchett smiled in thanks, before leaving him alone in the room to tap away at his keyboard until dusk.

              Though it was the evening and now mid-September, the air was not much less thick nor hot than it had been at the peak of the day; Neil caught a glimpse of a sliver of blood orange disappearing under the deep phthalo horizon, and crammed himself into his brown VW beetle before the fog and the gnats could make their way after him. He blasted the air conditioning, the cold wafts making him sigh in a near euphoria after being stuck upstairs in his stuffy classroom full of students and their signature pubescent stench, “Home, home, home.” He muttered to himself, as if he were afraid he’d forget where he was going next. He turned the key, forgetting he had left his Peel Slowly And See CD in the slot, and he took off out of the staff car park and down the indigo streets around the northward-going-eastward part of Elmsbury to the tune of Run Run Run.

This was the newer part of the town, one might add, where the classic suburban houses with their modernist slanted rooves topped with roosting crows, and floor-to-ceiling windows glowing yellow with light and movement inside. He snaked his way past the outskirts of Elmsbury-Common, which was a little less inspired by mid-century American suburbia, home to those more classically British red-brick mining village homes, though the same yellow glow seeped out of the windows in small square patches on the pavement; he turned sharply onto the older, narrower body of Deerfolk Way, lined on either side by tall, bristling hedges with white flowers peeking out between the leaves like stars. He flicked on his dipped headlights as the sky darkened from dusk to evening.

And then he hit something. Hard.

Neil slammed his foot on the brake, his whole body seizing in rigor-mortis-like panic. Did he hit an animal? He tried to remember what the impact had felt like- as if he were recalling a far-off childhood memory and not the events of thirty-seconds ago.

Should I get out?

What a stupid question to ask himself- whether it was alive or not he would have to move it out of the way to get through the road.

He clambered out of the car, praying for some form of rock or cast-off bag laying in the middle of the tarmac, closing his door and standing with his silhouette illuminated by the headlights behind him, the sound of the next song muffled and constrained to the inside of the car. He slowly moved his eyes to look down.

The body of a white bichon frise lay at his feet, unmoving and half obscured by fog, its fur made opalescent in the deep blue of dusk. Neil suddenly felt very hot, like that rush of feverish heat you get when you’re about to throw up, “Oh God, oh God, oh God—” he paced up and down, looking about himself for any witnesses, trying to tell himself he was hoping for one, not praying there were none. He hadn’t killed the dog, right? There wasn’t any blood on it so he mustn’t have killed it, just run it over after it had died. He tentatively put three fingers to the chest of the thing, maybe he had hit it and it was injured?  He grimaced, reeling back as the his fingers sank through the tufts, not concealing the icy coldness of the dog’s skin which he pressed into, feeling rigor-mortis under his fingertips like a false rubber prop. Neil wondered then why the animal looked somewhat familiar, before suddenly remembering the noticeboard outside his classroom.

It was that girl’s dog- the student. What was her name? He can’t have forgotten her name not here, not like this, not whilst standing over her dead dog. Millie? Maisie? That was it, Maisie— Maisie Bailey. God, she would be devastated. Was he going to tell her?

“Christ, what would I even say,” he chided himself under his breath, “’Oh sorry Maisie I know I haven’t taught you since year nine but here’s your dead dog?’”  he paced back and forth in front of his headlights, “’no, no I promise I didn’t kill it, I just found it like that.’” He almost forgot what the thing looked like, and found himself glancing down to look at it directly again, making eye contact with one of it’s glassy, doll-like black eyes.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Neil hadn’t even fully resolved on what he was doing, feeling a choked sob escape him as he gingerly bundled the dog up in his jacket and put the neatly wrapped package in the boot of his car. He felt like a murderer. It wasn’t on purpose, so technically speaking he was just a manslaughterer. He didn’t like the joke. It didn’t even make sense- he hadn’t killed the dog. Just found it dead.

Am I really going to take this home?

***

              The sky was almost completely dark when Kat was on lookout for Professor Holly’s car: the three had a ritual since they found the tower that they would go home when they could see his car headlights turning into Deerfolk Way. Behind them Amy and Trent were talking about the new mine renovations, and how much they miss doing nearly nightly explorations and ghost hunts: “we should all go out soon, I think,” Amy called over to Kat, beckoning them to come gather to line up timetables, “or at least for half-term,”

“Ooh!” Kat grinned, “We could go out on Halloween!”

Their friends seemed to like that idea, penciling in ‘hunt’ on their planners for Halloween.

“Yeah, but we should go out a little sooner before that,” Trent was flicking through the pages, “what about, uh— oh, look there’s Holly.” He pointed to a pair of round yellow spots in the distance, turning into Deerfolk Way, “we should get going.”

The three resolved to talk about it on the walk back when Trent suddenly shushed his two friends, freezing in place crouched low to the ground, his eyes starting to move around the top of the hill, scanning progressively faster until they focused on what was making the soft, padding footstep sounds coming up the brow of the hill.  

“Holy shit, speak of the devil.” The loud, slightly rasping voice of Mike Gregory barked in the direction of the three, “well, devils, cause y’know there’s three of yous.” He was flanked either side by Harrison Burke and Henry Clarke, both taller than him, all turned out in beige or white sweatpants and Off-White and Lacoste t-shirts, single silver chain necklaces gleaming about each of their necks and pairs of white trainers on their feet: Mike in Yeezys, Henry and Harrison in Airforces. Their hair was well-trimmed and groomed, and was cut in the exact same style as if it had been copy-pasted onto each of their heads. In Mike Gregory’s left hand, the red tip of a smouldering joint glowed in the dusk, puffing out thin trails of smoke, his right was hanging casually at his side, the white bandages that wrapped his broken fingers together into a mitten almost luminous in the dusk, “Aren’t you guys like emo or something?” he took a draw from the joint then passed it to Henry, a small smile cracking up his face, “thought you’d be at the graveyard summoning demons or whatever.” He blew smoke in Trent’s face, laughing and getting his two friends to join in with him. Trent said nothing, turning to his two friends to leave, taking Kat by the arm and whispering to them to leave it before they had the chance to jump on one of the three boys and start gouging their eyes out. They were glad of this, albeit a little disappointed.

“Oi!” Mike called after them, causing Kat to turn around from habit. The three had gotten a few metres down the hill so that when Kat saw him, the bottom halves of his legs disappeared under its brow, and his teeth were white in the deep blue of dusk, the only light source between the three boys was the end of the joint glowing a deep cadmium red, reflecting faintly in his pupils. Mike Gregory held it out towards them, “don’t be rude: come hang out.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Kat called back, met with howls of laughter and coy jeering. Trent managed to steer them back towards the path home before they could run up the hill and put the joint out on Mike Gregory’s eyeball.

***

              Neil was trying his best not to look out of the window. It had been hours since he got home, and therefore hours since he buried the dog, yet whenever he looked down at his hands there seemed to be dirt under his nails despite him having taken a nail clipper to them, almost to the point that there was now not even much nail for there to be dirt under. His glasses steamed up when he looked back to the pot of soup he had been stirring almost reflexively, he tried his best to focus on anything else but his newest suspicion. He had been thinking about it since the mine opened, and since the missing poster appeared on the noticeboard it had lodged itself in the back of his mind consciously or otherwise; it may have been confirmation bias to begin with- starting to see more roadkill than usual didn’t feel at all logical which is why Neil pushed that feeling away, as he was currently doing with the sickness in his stomach that the state of the dog had given him. But something was still out of place for him; his eyes wandered from the small patch of newly re-packed dirt just outside the window to the doors on the cabinet in the hallway.

The books had come from his mother- she had found them in a garage sale in the Antique Books section whilst looking for things to pad her bookshelf with. He remembered her telling him the story of how she had been almost about to leave when a misplaced magnifying glass in a box next to the pile had highlighted in its lens a single name: ‘Phillip Fairfax’. What had struck her about it was that it wasn’t embossed on the spine like the other antique books she had seen, rather it was written in a spidery cursive on a sticker, which upon closer inspection, had been glued onto the book itself, and around its edges there had been faint fingerprints in ink. She had picked it up, of course, and it being the late 60’s she was delighted to see scrawled on the pages what looked like a mixture of old alchemic science and 19th Century mysticism. There had been two textbooks in total of what appeared to be handwritten notes on experiments and findings revolving around some flavour of occultism. Neil’s mother had never been able to devise exactly what denomination of religion it was, and she never extensively read the work as whenever she did she found she would suffer weeks, even months, of night terrors.

It was a good story, though Neil had come to understand as he grew up before he read the books himself, that the last part was most likely an embellishment. When he got round to reading the work, it was during the new age spirituality phase of his early-twenties, he found he got splitting headaches after flicking through the pages, and would see the words from the page imprinted into his vision as if he had been staring into a bright light; he often had to blink for a few minutes to shake the hallucinations completely. It was why he often got Jim to read them to him to make notes on: he never seemed to get the same affliction. Most of the knowledge from the time was lost on him: out of practice and stored now underneath the mounting pile of his subconscious.

He did remember a little from what he had skimmed however, namely the words on the page that he was rifling though delicately to find at this moment. He finished his soup, took off his pink ‘Kiss the Cook!’ apron, then sat down in an armchair to read:

***

18th March, 1841.

              My brother Alexander and I have been circulating theories for a while now on the existence of a supernatural being in the forest and farmland about the house. It has been a few weeks since we commandeered the library from Cassandra, and have both decided to conduct a rather dangerous experiment on what locals call ‘The Deer Man’. I would have been inclined to dismiss this superstitious myth as simply the imaginations of the peasantry, but ever since Alexander has been reading from the Collection, he has become quite obsessed with the presence of this potential entity. Although I myself am a man of Christian science and new head of the parish, I do not wish my brother to come to any spiritual harm in his experiments and am acting as a guide to deter him from witchcraft or any conjuring of daemons or the occult.

Alexander’s theory is that the entities in the surrounding area are of Celtic origin as they are spoken of in many texts from the earlier years of the Library’s existence in relation to creatures such as Pixies, Gnomes, or Imps. I, myself, conflate this notion and believe the creatures in the surrounding woods to be spirits or, more worryingly, daemonic creatures; however, where both of our theories overlap is in the notion that to encounter whatever entities there may be, one must first directly disturb them. So, my brother proposed that we must take note of the rate of activity as it is right now, and then take action to provoke the entity(s) and record on whether there is an uptick in happenings or not. Below are the notes taken on our small experiment on this hypothesis:

18th March, 1841

-Ventured into the forest surrounding grounds with Alexander; brought with us a rifle but no hunting dogs

-Made note of tracks which looked like hoof markings in dirt near reservoir, antlers shed in a tree, and what appeared to be feathers shaken off in a violent manner as if attacked by a predator upon a manmade dirt track; all of which are expected in a forest

-Nothing more of note, though this is expected

***

19th March, 1841

-Day two of observation: took hunting rifle into forest; explored with Alexander

-Mostly same occurrences: hoof markings, pawprints of what looked like a form of fox, feathers, pieces of old wood (possibly man-made but unlikely), and sheep’s wool on a wire fence

-Nothing more of note, though this is expected; all is in way with our hypothesis

***

20th March, 1841

-Final day of observation: took hunting rifle and Alexander

-Most things remained the same, however one occurrence of note being upon overturning a log I was swarmed all over by a nest of tiny silver spiders; managed to shake them off but found a few in my hair whilst writing this

-Nothing more of note, though this is expected; am nervous for the provocation stages, may take Bible; all is in way with our hypothesis

***

21st March, 1841

-First day of provocation stage, took hunting rifles with us into the forest, took extra ammunition

-Read up this morning on local legend, apparently you must not take from the forest lest you provoke the spirits; we have resolved to take back with us a stone each to test if this is a large enough provocation

-Took stones with no hassle, got back to the house without any hindrance whatsoever- may need a harsher provocation; may bring dogs out with us tomorrow

***

22nd March, 1841

-Second provocation stage day; took rifles with us though Alexander refused to bring the dogs much to my own protest

-Took paint and brushes with us to the forest today, marked two trees with red X markings; didn’t see much of note though did hear the sound of a tree being felled nearby without evidence of the occurrence itself (though this is chalked up to echoes and acoustics, my brother is going to ask around his tenants in case someone was felling a tree, since they cannot do so on his property)

-Nothing of note happened on the walk back to the house, however when placing my hand in my coat pocket I found a single milk tooth at the bottom of it, I assume placed there by one of my sons

***

23rd March, 1841

-Third day of provocation, I have persuaded Alexander to let me bring Merrylass and Vidge though not out of fear of the forest, just from my hearing of padding steps nearby us yesterday which I assumed belonged to a boar or fox

-Went out with intention to snap branches from trees as disruption, and to pick flowers since this feels a more violent taking than the stone method

-Ran into a hunter out in the forest, when Alexander warned him off his land the man smiled from a distance through the trees, whistling a tune to himself; this angered my brother who aimed his rifle at the man, threatening to shoot him for trespass; the man bolted away at a speed I thought inhuman; maybe he was the one felling a tree yesterday

-Undisturbed on the walk back, though we did come across a nest of those spiders again, both of us run over by the creatures and needing a bath once we got in

-The dogs did not like the forest and after supper I found Merrylass dead in a way I could not bear to show Alexander: guts spilled, flesh ripped, but no apparent presence of blood, as if it had been all but washed off of her body. She was sprawled out almost methodically, displayed like a diagram. I suppose some animal must have tracked her scent back in the forest and followed us back, for I found her dead outside I hypothesise that she must have escaped the house and been killed by the thing. What nags me is that she was not partially eaten whatsoever.

***

              In our observation since, some strange occurrences have taken place, favouring our initial hypothesis to what I thought would be my apprehension but instead I find is to my own morbid sense of curiosity. The nights have not been kind to my brother, I can hear him shuffling about the house from my chambers, a deep muttering taking root in his throat; on nights especially bad I can hear the grinding sound of the hinges of the first Gate, and know he is ventured into that library to use the hours of the night to study as well as that of the day. He has told me to note down occurrences that have happened solely to himself, and that I will do:

-Nightmares

-Hearing the sound of a pianoforte playing outside the house

-Visions of a large dog with flaccid teeth that flap like paper in its breath

-The sound of swarms of bees in the house

These are what he has asked me to note down, however from my own observation of him he seems to be a lot thinner, as if he is not eating. I have also noticed a new-founded, worrying, obsession with the Library and this ‘Deer Man’ that the locals speak of in particular. He keeps speaking of a great tree with the cave to the centre of the earth beneath it- he knows I do not like his talk of it, so he has stopped mentioning it as often. But I can see him thinking of it and in sparing a glance at his own textbook, it is vacant of notes and scrawled all over with the crooked illustrations of the branches of a wych elm.  

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Vaxleth or Beauyasha + Scenario #93

93. Delirious, you just confessed your love, and I tell you it back immediately, even if you may not remember.  i just got the idea for an mfl drabble for this and i couldn't ignore it. read these first.

turned my water into wine #17

Vax saw this coming. He saw it this morning, when Keyleth opened her chamber door looking like death warmed over. He saw it when she nearly dropped head-first into her eggs during breakfast with her father, whose insistence that she return to bed was waved off with an unconvincing smile. He saw it when she stared at the same page of her daily war brief for ten minutes without reading a word. He saw it when she ducked into an alcove on her way to the council meeting to sneeze so hard she almost knocked herself off balance.

Keyleth is very clearly sick, so of course he saw coming her dropping to the table in the middle of Master Gilmore's report on the most recent war expense, instantly out cold. The Council jumps to their feet, Lady Allura shouting, "Pike, please!" as Percy rushes around the table to her. He carefully lifts her up, and Pike appears by her side, laying a hand on her arm. Golden light appears under her palm, and Keyleth's eyes flutter open.

"Oh," she breathes, "sorry about that."

Percy groans. "Your Highness, you are unwell." He looks over his shoulder. "Vax'ildan."

Vax is there in an instant, his heart in his throat. "I've got her." He slides an arm around her back and gently guides her to her feet.

"This is quite unnecessary," Keyleth starts to protest, but then she swoons, and Vax must dip to catch her before she crashes to the ground. He easily swings her up into his arms. Her head lolls against his chest. "I'll bring her to her chambers. Mistress Pike—"

"I'll meet you there," she promises. "I want to grab some supplies from my study, just in case."

Vax nods and strides from the room as fast as he dares. Keyleth comes to as he takes the stairs up to the next floor. "Vax?"

"Hey, Kiki," he murmurs, voice too low and hall too empty for him to be overheard. "Gave us all quite a fright back there. Are you alright?"

"I think...maybe...no."

Vax bites back a laugh. "I think so, too. Not to worry, love. Pike'll have you fixed up in no time."

"Alright." She ducks her head back against his chest, curling her fingers into his armor. Vax barely swallows the smile the creeps along the edges of his mouth. He carries her all the way up to her chambers and carefully lays her on her bed, fixing her skirts and hair so she isn't all askew. He slips her shoes off of her feet and tucks a blanket around her. He bends down to press a kiss her forehead before Pike arrives.

Keyleth makes a soft humming sound, eyes still closed. "Mm...love you."

Vax's heart stops. It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in, for him to understand that he did, in fact, hear what he thought he heard. He has no time, not with the rapidly approaching pattering feet in the hall, so he ducks down to whisper into her ear, "I love you too," and straightens up just as Pike rounds the corner into the room.

"Alright, let's see what we can do for her." Vax steps out of the way to make room for Pike to scramble up beside Keyleth with a satchel of supplies. He presses back against the wall, his pulse beating wildly in his throat. Love you. Love you. Love you.

She loves him. Vax thinks he might very well float up to the ceiling and out the door, and it is only the knowledge that Pike may need his assistance that keeps his feet on the ground. He knows that she will not have heard his response, but it hardly matters. She loves him, and he loves her, and the next time he tells her, he'll make sure she hears him say it.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

The Truth Comes Out

Ship: EiMiko x April | Word Count: 1690 | Warnings/Tags: First person POV, a smidgeon of possessiveness (on Miko's side specifically)

A/N: Ominous title for a very fluffy fic lol - also I'm posting these all out of order (and not in the order I wrote them either lol) But! It'll make sense regardless and that's all that matters! <3 I hope you all enjoy it.

Being summoned to Tenshukaku is starting to become a regular occurrence. Enough so that I already have everything ready to take with me, plus a container of my most recent baked good for Ei.

The townspeople no longer stare as I walk by surrounded by the Shogunate soldiers. There's only so many times it can happen before it's no longer news, especially when I'm the one being accompanied.

I'd complain about it but I know it simply stems from Ei's desire to protect me. If it guarantees her peace of mind, then I'll allow the guard each and every time.

Miko's waiting for me when we arrive and my heart flutters just from seeing her. I dart away from the soldiers and run up to her, hearing her laugh softly as I eagerly pull her into a hug.

"Mm, seems like someone's missed me…" Miko murmurs as she wraps her arms around me as well. "Hmm…" She hums, the tinge of an unfamiliar emotion in her tone.

When I pull back, her expression is barely different, but there's something there that confuses me. Did I do something to upset her just now?

"Come on, let's go to Ei. She's bound to worry if we take too long." Miko murmurs, pulling back further, her hand gently finding mine.

I want to ask if something's wrong, but I know her. She'll just tease me for getting worried to distract me. If she wants to tell me, she will. So, I let her lead me to the room that Ei's in.

As it did when I saw Miko, my heart flutters when I see Ei, but I manage to restrain my urge to run up to her. Miko would only tease me more for my eagerness. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing.

"Hello, April." Ei says warmly and I feel like I could melt at the sound of her voice. Instead, I smile and hand over the container, giggling as her expression brightens. "Thank you. These look delicious."

Miko huffs softly and I expect some kind of tease about me constantly keeping Ei supplied with desserts. But she says nothing. Instead, Ei speaks again. "Miko… Are you jealous?" She asks softly.

Of course, Ei would recognize the emotion in Miko's expression better than I could. Still, the realization that Miko's jealous has me turning towards her, my head tilted in confusion. "Miko?" I ask softly and she sighs.

"It's stupid, honestly…" Miko says and she must see something in my expression as she shakes her head a little. "Fine. The issue is that you smell like another fox."

I blink at her and there's a small pause before Ei starts laughing softly. "Is that all this is, Miko?" She teases and Miko huffs, crossing her arms.

"I told you it was stupid… Why do you smell like a fox?" Miko asks, looking at me accusingly.

"Ah…" I breathe out, looking between the two of them a little unsure. It's not like Miko's likely assuming - that I was out playing with the foxes in a human form.

"It doesn't matter right now. I just need to…" Miko trails off and there's a flash of pink smoke. My heart melts at the sight of the tiny pink fox sitting on the ground in front of me.

Ei's once again giggling while Miko (I'd assume this is her fox form?) scratches at my leg until I kneel down to pick her up. I move to sit down by Ei while Miko keeps rubbing her fur over me - my face, my chest, anywhere she can reach.

"She's scenting you…" Ei breathes out, amused and fond. "I guess that means you really are stuck with us. When her fox claims you…" She trails off but I get the point.

Miko continues to scent me while Ei and I talk. A wet sensation on my cheek cuts off my next sentence and I look down at Miko. Somehow her usual smug expression translates very well onto her vulpine features and I huff softly.

"Did you just lick me?" I ask, a little surprised. She lets out these soft chitters that sound almost like laughter and I roll my eyes. "Silly fox."

With that, there's another flash of pink smoke and Miko's in her usual form again, though she's still sitting in my lap. My face grows red at the sudden closeness and she laughs softly as she loops her arms around me.

"There. You smell much better now." There's a bit of possessiveness in her voice too. I don't mind it. In fact, I like the way it sounds. "Now, talk. You have me very curious, little one.

First off, your house always smells like all sorts of animals, even some that I'm sure do not inhabit Inazuma, and now this? What's going on?"

Ei looks a bit curious as well and I sigh softly. "I suppose it's only fair. You've finally trusted me to see your fox form, so I should open up as well." My words only make them look more curious. "I assume you know of the magical creatures of other nations?"

Both of them nod, looking more intrigued. "Then have you heard of a species of immortal shapeshifters?" I ask.

They're both very smart, so it doesn't take long to put two and two together. I laugh softly at the looks of realization on their faces. "Yes, I am one of those shapeshifters." I say.

"Interesting." Miko says. "Though, I wish I had known sooner. We could have spent time together as foxes…"

That makes me laugh. "That's why I smell like an unfamiliar fox. I was testing out a fox form to spend time with you in whenever you showed me yours." I explain and she looks a little embarrassed. Only a little, though.

"How sweet of you." She murmurs, grinning victoriously when I blush. I look over at Ei, who has an awed expression on her face.

"You're immortal…" She breathes out, sounding on the verge of tears.

Miko laughs softly. "Mm. Seems those worries of ours were unfounded, hmm, Ei?"

Ei laughs as well, the sound much more watery. "It seems so…"

It clicks in what they're talking about and my heart feels like it's breaking a little. They'd been afraid of how short a time we'd have together. If I were mortal, I'd have a normal lifespan and then I'd leave them.

Of course, the realization that this won't be happening has to be a shock to them.

"Ei…" I murmur softly, holding a hand out to her, squeezing her hand softly when she takes it.

She gives me the prettiest smile and squeezes my hand back. "This is the best thing you could have told us." She says and I smile back.

"Though…" Miko breathes out, her mouth near my ear since I've turned to look at Ei. I shiver a little and she laughs softly. "Speaking of fairness… You should show us one of your forms."

I whine softly at how it feels for her to be speaking directly into my ear but I nod nonetheless. "I would ask for an animal preference, but uh… I think I know for right now." I say with a soft laugh.

Miko gets out of my lap and I shift into the fox form I'd been practicing with some slight modifications. I'm a little bigger than Miko had been, but I decided to mimic the pale pink color she had, only in a purple this time.

"How cute." Miko says. "Was the purple intentional?" I chitter softly in a yes and she smiles. She holds her hands out and I let her pick me up. "Hm… You still smell a bit like your normal self…"

I take this moment to sniff her, my whole body relaxing at how good she smells. Scents are always different in an animal form, but I've never smelt someone (or something) that gave me such a sense of home before.

Miko chuckles softly, brushing her fingers over the top of my head. "I think I know what that was…" She says quietly. "Your inner fox understands how important I am to you, hmm?"

I nod and she smiles. "Ei, do you want to hold her?" Miko asks and Ei immediately looks to me.

"Can I?" She asks and my heart flutters at how sweet she is. I chirp that same yes as earlier.

"She said yes. Quite enthusiastically, I might add." Miko says and I tilt my head a little at the fact she can understand me even while in a more human form. Though, I guess her kitsune nature never leaves no matter which form she's in… Plus she still has fox ears so it might not be that strange.

Still, Ei gently takes me from Miko's hands. "Ooh, she's just as silky as you are, Miko." Ei says and I perk up a little. I'd felt how soft Miko was earlier so this is a huge compliment.

Ei starts petting me softly and I absolutely melt into her. It definitely feels like she's used to this as she finds spots that have me going completely boneless in her arms.

Again, I sniff her like I did to Miko and her scent is just as comforting as Miko's had been. I've heard that foxes are monogamous before, which doesn't seem to fit here, but I can also tell that these two are the only ones that would give me that same sense of home.

'Mate' as well, but maybe it's a little too soon for that meaning to this scent.

When Ei has her fill in petting me, she sets me gently back on the floor. "You may change back now." She says and I do.

"Now… we had called you here for a date. If you're still up to it, that is." Ei says and I smile.

"That sounds wonderful." I say. If anything, what just happened solidified my trust in them further. It does seem like I'm with them for good now.

I have never felt so lucky in my life.

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

POLL RESULT—! > Work on the canvas.

Destroying it would be far too cruel in their eyes, and it would simply take ages if they tried to rework it again, so in their mind... They'll simply work on the canvas and see how it goes.

Carrying the canvas, easel and paints back down the attic (they were not working there, as tempting as it is to put it away right after), they prepped up the equipment and grabbed the paintbrushes to be able to begin painting.

The portrait was nothing special, as it was simply a sketch of a person and flowers that they found to be fitting. It was still in needs of coloring and blotting, so they were thinking about working on it today.

As they managed to set everything up to begin painting, they heard a knock on their door.

...

Strange. They weren't expecting someone to visit their shop when it's closed for lunch break.

Walking towards the door, they opened it, seeing a familiar face.

"Hey, darling~" ALICE greeted with a smile, "I'm sorry for the sudden visit. I've heard that you weren't feeling well yesterday by DILUC, so I wanted to check in."

"Oh! Did he? That's... Really kind of him," they replied, pulling the door further open, "That aside, would you like to come in? It'd be rude for me to keep you out."

"Gladly," the blonde lady answered, heading inside to hang her bag. Stretching her arms, she let out a satisfied grunt, the scent of flora and paints getting to her nose.

"Mm... It's a first for me to come by, but goodness! Your place smells quite nice with the flowers you chose, little one."

YESTERDAY blinked, though it wasn't long until they laughed and looked away out of embarrassment.

"Oh, ah... thank you," they muttered, "I... Well, I did my best to choose the flowers that won't have overpowering scents."

...

Wait. The canvas—

Hit with a ton of bricks due to their carelessness, they looked over at the canvas, and simply paled when they saw that she was looking directly at the portrait they were working on.

Oh, no.

"P-Please don't look at that!" they exclaimed, running over to take it so as to cover it, but it only made ALICE look over in confusion. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow and frowned in concern.

"Why not? It doesn't seem that bad, darling," she reassured them, but she saw them shake their head, almost like they were humiliated. And perhaps they were, since it was clearly not even close to being finished.

"Dear, I've seen worse. Yours is still in one of the earliest stages, and—"

...

Then, the realization hits like bricks.

...

"... Ah. You must be starting out, are you?"

...

Ashamed, YESTERDAY can only nod.

"... I see," she murmured, sighing exasperatedly. "That explains why you're so ashamed."

Hearing her approach them, they tensed up, but relaxed when they felt ALICE pat them on the head.

"Tell you what, darling— I teach you how to paint. In exchange, you tell me what you were trying to portray. It shouldn't be hard for you to tell me what it is, right?"

... It shouldn't. This is someone they weren't uncomfortable with.

Raising their head, YESTERDAY had... An answer. A reluctant one, but an answer nonetheless.

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5, 9, 10, 12 for the autism asks 💖

5. What do you wish more people knew about autism? that “on the spectrum” doesn’t mean everyone in the world is a little bit autistic and on some Global Spectrum. this so-called spectrum is what makes up autistic people, specifically. everyone stims, everyone has interests, that doesn’t mean one is autistic. i mostly just wish that medical professionals were doing more research than autistic people were… but currently it seems like we know more than they do lmao. which is embarrassing. and tragic, for those who seriously would benefit from formal diagnoses but can’t for a plethora of reasons.

9. What was your first special interest? wolves is what first comes to mind. that was my first thing that i made powerpoints and binders about. collected stuffed wolves and other merchandise. got absolutely ecstatic when we saw the wolves at the zoo. i loved them so much. i would just search them on google images and look at em afjdk. also some of my first writing was fic about my wolf oc and her pack. her name was duchess and she was my animal jam character lmaooo. animal jam was also a special interest for sure. i LIVED for that game. truly the only thing that mattered to me for a couple years. but anyway, i loved my little fics about duchess. and then one time i showed them to a friend and they laughed at it and i died inside :)

10. What are your most common stims? as i am trying to think of what my most common stims are, my foot is hanging off the bed and bouncing, and i was picking my thumb nails together. so those two, apparently. i do pick at my nails a lot. i used to bite them for like my entire life but i’ve recently kicked that habit in the last few years! i also bite my lip and the inside of my cheeks a lot. curling my toes. bouncing my knee. i like folding and clicking stuff - most of the time it’s a stim toy but sometimes it’s a binder clip or a nail clipper or something of that nature. my bigger stims are lots of hand and arm flapping. i do this at work a lot. i’ve noticed i’ll just start shaking my hands at my computer screen. idk how else to describe it than imagine im like, putting my hands on someone’s shoulders and trying to wake them up when i think they’re dead. but no one is there im just doing that with my arms and hands. lots of aggressive flapping. i also flap my hands above my head a lot, and jump and skip. i do that when i’m making my comfort food usually. i make little happy noises too, especially when i look at my build-a-bear stitch :3 he make me happyyy. singing in general is a stim for me but also just little mm!!! noises. and when i’m watching stuff i rock while holding a stuffie or a stim toy. rocking is very comforting for me and can’t believe how much i used to suppress it. also of COURSE when i am feeling antsy like i need to run around on the ceiling - but cannot do that - i’ll listen to dance/stim music and dance around my room for like an hour. really gets the jitters out. dancing my beloved <3

12. Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic. well GOLLY i wonder why you would ask such a thing!!!! hehehe. yes i headcanon my beloved boy adam as autistic. i’ve made a post about it actually so i’ll link that here. but okay WHY? i don’t know. i didn’t choose to make him autistic i simply perceived him as such. i’m sure a big part of it was unconscious projection but fr read that post and tell me i’m crazy. like i’m MAKING POINTS. i love my autism boy. his special interest is fashion and also geography and history. but fashion is his most most beloved. i think when he was a kid, horses were kind of a special interest. and by “kind of” i mean they Were but he was very abused to the point of masking completely so he suppressed that feeling a lot. but he’s always been fond of horses. sigh i love him so much. i love thinking about his interests and stims and struggles and needs and what brings him the most autistic joy. i love him being in a supportive loving home now and having a family that lets him be himself. makes me craaazyyy.

i also love the headcanon that percy de rolo is autistic too, that’s 1000% canon. and dean winchester of COURSE 😌😌😌 love all these angsty autistic kings and i love even more reading fic about their beautiful happy endings with their badass wives. it’s what they all deserve <3

autism asks!

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 72

Chapter 72: Poor Little Wife

I can’t with this man. Then again, knowing that the full moon is coming up is pretty exciting. Even after he got, somewhat, control over it, and actually remembers what he did. The fact remains the same, it’s like one of those things that’s like a special event, when it’s not. And the fact he’s holding off till then, makes it all the better. I have notice how he looks at me, but quickly changes it the moment one of the boys are near. Also, how, whenever he holds me, his grip can be a little too tight. Aw, the big guy is trying to control himself. I wonder if he could even last till the full moon. Let’s see here… IT’ TOMORROW!

Oh boy. What am I going to tell dad? Dad, do you mind taking the boys for a few days? No reason, other than wanting alone time with my husband, that recently came back. That sounds horrible. On top of that, this will be the first time I actually ask dad something like this, in 7 years. He might question me on why now I decide to take a break from the boys. I wouldn’t blame him. This would sound out of the blue type deal. Maybe I should ask Bulma, if she could. No, wait. This would be her first time experiencing Vegeta’s death. I can’t do that to her. What am I going to do? I can’t just kick the boys out either. That is so unlike me. What am I going to do?

…

“Why is mom pacing?” I can’t help but look at dad. He says he doesn’t know, but even I know that nervous grin. It’s the same one I have. “Dad?” He continues with the nervous grin and rubbing the back of his head. Only one thing left to do. If he’s not telling and mom is panicking, then I’m left with no choice. I look down at Goten. “Wanna go camping for a few days?”

“Why?”

“You get to throw stuff at me.” He then smiled at me, and said he’s in. I then looked at dad. Get rid of the smell. I then saw my dad blushing. I KNEW IT! I definitely need to get out of here.

…

Get rid of the smell. Oh boy. Gohan figured me out after all. I KNEW IT! I sure have a smart son. Definitely need to keep that in mind. Now that those two are settle, time to tell Chichi. As I tried to stop her from pacing, I got an elbow to the gut and a slap to the face. Don’t know what I did, or what she’s panicking about, but it sure felt nice having her hit me. I missed everything she does and is. From her ear bleeding yelling, to peaceful humming. “Chichi, calm down.” She looks at me as if she’s ready to hit me. Mm. Keep that face. “Sweety, the boys decided to go camping. They’re currently packing.” She still looks angry, but she looks away from me. I grab her hips and pull her towards me. I hug her from behind and purr into her ear. “Would you like to have fun, before tomorrow night?”

I can see her ear turning red. Aw, she’s blushing. Oh, the boys are coming, behave yourself. When the boys comes into the kitchen, I had already let Chichi go. Goten tells her that they’ll going camping and how Gohan promised him, that he get to throw stuff at him. He then says, how if Gohan comes home hurt, he asked for it. I couldn’t help snicker at that. Gohan gave me the look Chichi does, saying how I owe them one. Sure, anything. I want to hang out, when I get back. Sure. Are you going to see Videl? He started blushing, and looking mad. Ok, ok. I tried to hold back a snicker, but the moment they left, I finally laughed till I couldn’t breathe. “What’s so funny?”

“When they come back, Gohan wants to go hang out.” Now she was snickering.

“Our little Gohan is growing up so fast.”

“And I’m glad I’m back to watch him continue.” She smiled at me, and I smiled back. “Now that we have the house to ourselves. What you want to do first?” She looked away, while she was thinking. As she did, I was just admiring her perfect figure. I was even noticing a few extra things, that got me happy. Her outfit never showed off much, but what I could tell, someone left a little weight around her hips. Mm. Even though I’ve seen her naked, twice since I came back, I found more and more new things. And that’s what so wonderful about her. Even before, every time we were intimate, there was always something new. Like a new sweet spot, or even something I didn’t notice before.

…

He’s giving me that look, I just know it. I can feel it. He’s admiring me, and it feels… nice. Well, since we have the house to ourselves, we can do whatever we want. If he’s giving me that look, he only wants one or two things. But I should throw him off a bit. After all, it has been a long time. I want to be admired more. I think I have a little in my savings… No, wait. I used that for that last year, when buying Goten bookbag. What now? I looked back at Goku, and he’s licking his lips. Oh boy. He really was giving me that look. I’m surprised he hasn’t move. Wait. Why hasn’t he moved? “What are you thinking about?”

“A certain someone.” Now he was moving, and had his hands behind him. “And I’m waiting for an answer.” Oh my.

“Who are you? And what did you do with my impatient husband?” I actually was getting upset. No way my Goku would be this patient when given the chance. He just started laughing. Definitely something is up. “What did you do to him?” I poked his chest.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s sleeping somewhere.” He then grabbed my hips. “But I don’t he’ll mind if I take a sample.” He kissed my lips. He’s… he’s… TOYING WITH ME! I tried to push him away, only for one hand to hold my back. He was smirking at me. How dare he! “What you gonna do? Slap me? Punch me? What? Not like you’ll actually land a hit.” He was messing with me! How dare he! “Aw, do you accept my little challenge?” I tried to hit his chest, just for him to catch my wrist. “I take that as a yes.” He brings my hand to his face, and kisses my plum. “Now, what would happen if you were able to hit me? What then?” He started kissing my arm. Somehow, I was left speechless. Is he? Could it really be? He then winked at me. It is!

“If I win, you have to do everything I say, for a day.” He smiled at me.

“You think you can beat me in that?”

“Yes, I can.” He was pouting now. Aw. So, sad. Too bad. I tried getting my hand back, but he still won’t let go. I tried hitting with my other hand, and he caught that, too.

“On second thought, what would happen if I win?” He forcefully got my hands behind my back. Well, forcefully enough to not hurt me, and enough to mock that he was struggling. He was grinning, and it made me blush. “If I win, my little wife has to do what I say.” Oh no you don’t. You would never hit me! “I never said I was going to hit you.” He kissed my neck. He let go of my arms and was holding my sides, just below my breasts. And that’s when the smile on his face left, and he looked concerned. I felt his thumbs rubbing my ribcage. “Did you… lose weight since I been gone?”

…

The moment I held her sides, something felt off. I was able to feel her ribs more. I never was able to feel them as clearly, as I did now. That’s when I noticed other things. How could I have been so blind. Yes, she looks stronger than before, but also smaller. She’s smaller than I remembered. She was always smaller than me, but this feels wrong. She would always fit into my hands, and she still does, but this feels smaller. “Did you… lose weight since I been gone?” She looked away, and said maybe. “How come?”

“I don’t know. I did what I always do. After chores are done, I worked out, and I been eating fine.” Then she looked down, and all sad. “Then again, maybe I haven’t really been eating like I’m supposed to. Sometimes I’ll be so caught in the boys, I would make sure they ate plenty before I started cleaning. Not saying I would miss a meal, or not eat, I just won’t eat much.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “Also, the stress would have me lose my appetite at times.” I really don’t like this. “Don’t give me that face. I’m perfectly—”

“No, you’re not! You haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?” She looked away and said no. “Why?”

“I just put all my focus on the boys. I was making sure both of them are happy.” She’s doing the sad pouty face. I kiss her forehead.

“You have to take care of yourself, too. You tell me that all the time.” I kiss her forehead again. “So, if you’re not taking care of you, I will.” She looked happy with that. “I mean it. I’m back, so, I gotta make you happy again. I need to make sure you’re doing ok.” She asked about the boys. “Of course, I’ll be making sure they’re happy, too. But I also gotta take care of my wife, who I’m going to be spending all eternity with.” She smiled at me, and even tried to kiss my lips. She pouted when I didn’t let her. “Hey, I wasn’t finish.” She looked confused. “Also, you’re it.” I ran out of the kitchen towards the door.

…

That was weird. One minute, he’s being serious about my health, next minute it’s a game of tag. Funny enough, I like it like that. I tried following him out the house, only come face to face with him in a fighting stance. So, that’s how we’re doing this. The moment I got out the house, I went into my own stance. “Whenever you’re ready.” I nodded, and we began our little ‘game’. At first, I wasn’t able to land a single hit, he didn’t even need to block me. I was getting really annoyed. He was messing with me.

I tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t working. But what was pissing me off, was that, I somehow was slowly out of breath. Was I really putting everything I got into this? At first, I wasn’t planning to. Is my age really starting to show? It can’t be. Maybe this was a bad idea. I lowered my stance, and was about to call it quits, till Goku folded his arms and looked concerned. “Are you ok? You were fine the other day.” Am I? I don’t know. When we were sparring as a family, I was perfectly fine. What’s wrong now? I looked up, to see Goku, but he was no longer standing in the same spot. Where did he go? That’s when I felt my arms pined to my side. “Chichi? Do you want to take a break? Do you need anything?”

He’s being so sweet, and funny enough, that little moment gave me back some of my strength. I tried headbutting him, but he was too far back. I tried everything to get out his hold, but to no avail. I even tried giving him my sad pouty face. It didn’t work either. “Let me go. I’m not going to do anything.”

“Says the one fighting to get out my hold. All you have to say two little words, and I’ll let go.” He can’t be serious. So, that’s what me meant about not hitting me. Cheater. “Hey. It’s not cheating. You had your guard down.” I tried giving the pouty face again. “Oh, no you don’t missy. Say the words is the only way.” Maybe if I… “Don’t even think about it. I told you. You just need to say two words. Come on, it’s not that hard.” I’m not going to even think it. “Come on. Say them. I’ll give you all the kissy you want.”

“Hey. Isn’t the winner supposed to get what they want?”

“Yes. And who said I didn’t want to kiss my fill of you?” I couldn’t help blush at that. “Now come on, say it.”

“What makes you think I’ll give in that easily?”

“I don’t.” I tried to look back at him. “You’re my wife. I don’t except you to give easily to anything. Besides, it what makes the reward so much better.” Now I know I’m blushing like crazy. I can’t believe him. “Are you really going to make me beg?” Maybe. “Come on, say it. I want to kiss you already, but I don’t want to lose either.” Aw, are you whining? “Yes. You beautiful creature. Now say the words.”

“You… Lose.” With all my strength, I tried to turn my body, to give him a round kick to the face. Just as I thought, he let me go. “What’s the matter? Didn’t except—” He had quickly pinned me to the ground, and I couldn’t more. “Hey!”

“Nice try. You actually almost had me. You really are full of surprises.” I just smiled at him.

“Ok big guy. You win.” With that I was showered with kisses. Soon he got off me, but before I could do anything, he picked me up, and carried me inside. I snuggled into him, as he walked us to the kitchen.

“First thing I want. Well, let’s see.” He looked up, looking as if he was really thinking. “I want you to eat something.” I was completely thrown off. Why would he want that first? I thought maybe he wanted to make out, or have me take off my clothes, or something. Why he chose that? “Don’t pout at me. I know you’re hungry. Your stomach might now be as loud as mine, but I hear it.” How embarrassing. I was about to complain when he kissed my lips. “The fun stuff will come after we eat. Ok?” I nodded. But I did find it nice that he wouldn’t let me go the whole time. When I finished cooking our lunch, he starved me. I was about to complain, till he shoved food in my mouth. “Eat up. I don’t want you calling time out on me.” I swallowed hard at that. Oh my, he really said that.

We ended up feeding each other. And somehow, I ended up on his lap. We were even down to our underwear, and it felt weird to do so outside of our room. It’s been years since we been like this. This actually felt really good, too. Having Goku lick crumbs off my breasts was also trilling. For the moment I felt young again, and I loved it. Having him rubbing up and down my thighs, and grabbing my butt felt good. This simple thing was getting me worked up, and feeling special. Funny, I didn’t realize Goku lowered his boxers. Having him tell me to touch him, was also exciting. I can’t believe this. It’s been forever since I rode him, and it felt so good. Having his hands all over me had me almost begging. With one more thrust, and nip to his mark, had me coming hard. He purred into my neck. “I really miss that. I miss you coming all over me.” I don’t know how, or why, but him saying that made me come again. During that second time, I felt him come in me. “Yes!” I currently feel incredibly loved.

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Ch71

[outivv]

— “Maybe… we should get out of the rain.” —

Synopsis: kissing in the rain sounds so… <3

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: ayato, thoma, nilou, and tighnari

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: kissing in the rain is actually probably not as beautiful as it sounds BUT IDC I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE OUT MY FANTASY OF KISSING IN THE RAIN CAUSE OMFG. Anyways enjoy!! Take care of yourself!!

— Ayato —

“Oh my- thoma! Grab some towels, and start a warm bath!” Ayato said as he saw you arriving to the kamisato estate, absolutely drenched. You didnt expect it to rain. You should have though, I mean the dark heavy clouds… kind of a dead give away. “I thought I told you to bring an umbrella..” ayato said as he rushed down to you, and wrapped his coat around your cold, shaky body. You sighed, “you did… and I was dumb.”

You felt guilty, you felt so guilty, and like you were inconveniencing everyone just cause you didn’t bring a stupid umbrella. You were spiraling, and ayato could tell just by the look on your face, “dear…” he said, as he leaned down, and kissed you softly, only to pull away and gave you a reassuring look, “lets get you inside now, shall we?” You hate him sometimes. How he can sooth you with some words, a look, a kiss. How he can make you feel all warm inside, to the point you barely even needed a bath to sooth you.

You tugged on his sleeve to get him to turn around, before pulling him down to kiss you properly. He was surprised, but slowly melted into it as the rain washed over you two. “You guys!! You’re gonna get sick!” Thoma screamed as he rushed out of the doorway, getting a few drops on his shirt. Ayato bow realized just how long you’ve been out in the rain, and rushed you inside, he cant have you getting sick in his care now can he?

— Thoma—

“Aww no…” thoma whined as you both stepped outside of the restaurant. It was bright and sunny when you walked it!! But now its raining cats and dogs, with no end in sight. “Should we… make a run for it.” You asked, grabbing into thoma’s hand. “I mean… I guess.” He squeezed your hand before taking off running, with you right behind him.

You laughed, as thoma just kept running, clearly not enjoying the rain as you are. Something caught your eye though, a little hidden part of the city, with beautiful trees, a calm river, almost like a little private garden. You pulled back on thoma’s arm, and stopped. “[name]! We need to get out of the rain!” Thoma said, questioning your sudden stop.

“Yeah but look!” You said pointing at the beautiful scene. A bridge in the garden, that goes over the calm- mini river. “Its just a bridge?” Thoma tilted his head, you just rolled your eyes and dragged him over to it. You stood in the center, with your arms over his shoulders, “yeah but its peaceful, with the rain and all.” You said, and thoma kinda understood. “Mm… yeah I suppose, I just dont like being out in the rain…” you hummed in response, thinking for a moment, until getting an idea. You leaned up to kiss him for a moment. “I love the rain!” You exclaimed when you pulled away. Maybe… thoma could stay in the rain for a while longer

— Nilou —

“Come on [name]!” Nilou said dragging you out of the cafe you were previously in. She looked like she had stars in her eyes, as the rain poured down outside, it drenched her hair, and clothes, but she was absolutely enamored by it all. But suddenly her attention turned to you, taking your hands in her own, she danced around with you. Your feet chaotically moved around with her own carefully calculated movements, as you both danced and giggled.

You looked crazy dancing in the street, with no one there, but it was so mesmerizing nonetheless. “Wait wait! I learned how to do this recently.” Nilou said, stopping the moment, and turning your hands up so your palms were facing the falling rain. And as a puddle accumulated in your hands, she tapped the surface, inky for the water to turn into a beautiful lotus.

“I’ve been experimenting more with my vision…” she said bashfully, you smiled widely at her, setting the water lotus down, to place yiur hands on either side of her face, and kiss her. “I love it! You’re so talented!” You exclaimed as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on hers. Her hands rested on yours, as she stuttered, and almost fizzled out like a flame, with how flustered she was.

— Tighnari —

“We should be fine here for a while.” Tighnari said, looking up from your makeshift tent you had. Which consisted of, a massive leaf above the both of your heads. You huddled close, tighnari’s tail wrapping around the back of you protectively. The thunder made his ears hurt, so they were tilted down, while he was still on high alert as you were in the forest, away from any people.

You always check on him after a particularly loud boom of thunder, and while he mag say he’s fine, you can tell he’s slowly becoming more and more overstimulated. “Hey nari..” you say, as you cup his face. “If you wanna be the first to sleep thats okay, I’ll Jeep watch. He just hums, and furrows his brows, he knows he cant protest, not with you. You laugh at his expression, before softly kissing him goodnight.

[tsumune]

more than enough

pairing: gn!reader x suna rintarou

synopsis: suna feels insecure about what he offers in your relationship, and after seeing how excited you get listening to your friend talk about the extravagant things her boyfriend does for her, he decides to try something himself.

tags: angst?? to fluff (just slight angst)

suna comes home from practice to find the house silent. that’s odd, he thinks to himself as he looks for you. his muscles hurt, he’s sore, and a small part of him is irritated that dinner isn’t ready, but all those thoughts are wiped from his head when he turns on the lights in the bedroom and finds you fast asleep, your eyebrows creased together and your nose slightly red as if you had just cried.

“y/n? what’s wrong, are you okay?” suna softly shakes you awake.

“mm.. rin? ah, what time is it?” your first thought when you wake is to look at the clock, and to your horror it’s already 8PM. “oh no, rin i’m so sorry i didn’t make dinner yet. i’ll go make some now-”

“hey no, it’s okay. tell me what’s wrong first, were you crying?”

“it’s not a big deal rin. don’t worry about me, but you need to eat.”

suna’s own eyebrows crease at this. “why are you so intent on getting me to eat?”

you look at him with confusion, as if the answer was obvious. “because your game is coming up soon, rin. you have to keep your body healthy and not worry about other things.”

suna frowns at this. he knows he’s not the most expressive boyfriend, but he cares about you so much and wants you to know you’re not second to the other things in his life, no matter how busy he gets. “just because i have a game coming up doesn’t mean i’ll ignore you. tell me.”

he’s taken aback by the sudden tears filling your eyes, and in a panic his hands quickly wrap around your figure. “i got yelled at by my boss... i don’t want to lose this job, rin.”

“shh, you won’t baby. you’re doing so well, one mistake doesn’t define you.” you calm down as suna continues holding you in his arms and smoothing your hair, and the both of you enjoy some takeout and your favourite movie after you relax. but suna can’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest that you were bottling up your feelings in an effort to not worry him, and the guilt that his first thought when he came home was that you didn’t make dinner. it worries him even more.

days have passed since the night you broke down, but suna still feels a bit tense. he won his game, and in celebration you asked if he wanted to go out with your friends. in truth, he just wanted to make you feel better, but you hadn’t brought up the topic since that night, so he decides going out and forgetting about everything might be a good thing. as the night goes on though, his heart only feels heavier.

“and then, he opened the trunk and there were bouquets of flowers and balloons in there!”

suna watches your eyes light up as your friend talks about the latest dramatic gesture her boyfriend did for her. he used to internally roll his eyes at this and think he was being over the top, but looking at how happy your friend was talking about him and how excited it seemed to make you feel, he wonders if you ever smile that brightly when you tell your friends about him. actually, do you talk to your friends about him at all? does he do anything that warrants a story like this? suna isn’t sure if he can remember. sure, you go out for anniversary dinners, but everyone does that, don’t they? if you don’t go to him for comfort, and he doesn’t plan big surprises for you... what does he do for you?

“rin. rinnie. rintarou!” suna snaps back to attention at your voice combined with the flick to his forehead.

“ow!” you laugh, and that was enough to ease a bit of suna’s worries. he decides he’ll take some (albeit dramatic) inspiration from your friend’s boyfriend, and step up his antics so that he can hear that laugh more often.

“can i open my eyes now?”

“no wait, not yet,” suna drags you a bit farther. “okay, now you can.”

you open your eyes, and to your surprise, your bed is decorated with flowers in the shape of a heart. you can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of you.

“rin, what is this,” you wipe your eyes as you laugh. “since when were you so corny?”

suna feels his heart drop at your comment. he worked hard on this. he thought you would like it, thought it would be something he could do for you. thought it would put him up there on the good boyfriend list next to your friend’s boyfriend.

“rin, why did you use whole flowers with the stems still on? don’t people usually just use the petals? silly guy.” you say cheekily, thinking to tease your boyfriend for his random cute act a bit. you admit it’s a bit odd coming from suna, but it’s endearing in a clumsy way, and you appreciated it. but when you turn around to face him, suna’s head is turned to the ground and he looks unexpectedly serious.

“sorry if you don’t like it. just thought i’d do something different for a change,” he says through gritted teeth before leaving to the living room.

“hey rin, wait!” you try to catch his arm as he goes, but he just shakes you off. “rin? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to dismiss your work like that. i was just kidding.” instead of responding, suna plants himself facedown on the couch.

you start to worry. “rin? are you okay? can you talk to me about it.” silence. “rin... i talked to you last time. can you talk to me too, please?”

at this, suna turns his head. this time, it’s your turn to be surprised at the uncommon sight of his glossy eyes. “i just wanted to be a good boyfriend... you didn’t come to me last time you were hurt, and then i saw how excited you were when your friend talked about her boyfriend’s stupid surprises... i thought you would be happy if i did more of those things too.”

“oh rin.” you sigh and climb onto the sofa, softly squishing him. your hands cup his face and you stare into his eyes, neither of you moving until suna gives in. “what?”

“you’re more than enough for me, rin.” suna has heard these words countless times before. you’ve said them to him often, and in his heart he knows you’ve always felt this way, but with the recent events and mix of emotions he’s experiencing, he feels like he’s been knocked off his feet and swept away by the undeniable love in them. “you don’t have to do the things you see others do, i love you just the way you are. you don’t have to change yourself for me, rin, you’re already everything i could wish for as is. you’re sweet and attentive and always put me first, i’m aware of that, and you show me you care in the little things, like what you just tried.” suna’s eyes shift to the side in embarrassment at the thought of the flowers still sitting on your shared bed. “i wouldn’t mind if you never did that again, but i also wouldn’t mind if you wanted to try again. and i promise i’ll take you seriously. just use only petals next time,” you playfully pinch your boyfriend on the nose, and this time he laughs with you.

the two of you head back to the room to pick up the flowers and put them in a vase (suna was beet red the whole time), and then lay down on the bed to cuddle. after a while, suna turns to you.

“promise me you’ll talk to me if you ever feel upset again,” you open your mouth and suna already knows what you’re about to say, “i know. i know i’m not the best at it either, but i’ll try harder too. you just really had me worried.”

“i didn’t want to worry you before your game.”

“yeah, and i was worried what it meant that you didn’t want to talk to me. so your plan backfired,” he pouted.

“okay okay,” you laugh with a defeated sigh. “from now on, better communication. pinky promise.”

“what are you, five?” suna scoffs, before connecting your pinkies together. “pinky promise.”

a/n: methinks this could’ve been executed better but i just wanted to write something lol might rewrite/reuse the premise of this idea sometime

[strawb3rryw00]

Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

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➳it's good to see you again ♡ ☾

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fred weasley x fem!reader

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and i'll tell you all about it when i see you again

it's good to see you again

y/n was sitting comfortably in the backseat of george's fancy car, earphones plugged in and listening to a song to drown out the sound of angelina and george talking about something they had seen on the news. her head was leaning against the window, her eyes drinking in the familiar view of london in nostalgia. it hurt her that she wasn't the only person who would see the beautiful city she'd known from the very beginning. and she missed it. angelina and george had picked her up from the quarantine centre after she had made a trip to albania for a couple of years with the rest of her auror unit to imprison the remaining death eaters. albania had recently acquired many cases of dragonpox, and so all the unit members had to isolate in a little hotel by the edge of italy. it had been a few weeks since the start of the quarantine and now she was zooming along a british highway, ever so keen to see her friends and family again. and fred. fred was her best friend. they had been since 5th year. perhaps she was harbouring feelings for him, perhaps she wasn't. and here she sat, curled up and watching the views, trying to decipher whether or not he'd be different. he had survived the war just barely. it would be acceptable for him to change. did he still have the millions of freckles dotted along his face? her face flushed just thinking about it. bringing her hands up to her cheeks she shook her head. chile, y/n, he probably has a girlfriend. it's been two years, and he didn't like you two years ago, he won't like you now. the thought alone made her frown. "what's got you blushing and frowning like mad?" angelina looked at her through the mirror in the front of the car. george whispered something in her ear and she giggled. "y/n, is this possibly about a certain fred weasley?" her eyes widened. "nope, not at all." "really? so you were definitely not thinking about the amount of freckles my twin has on his face? hmm?" "no! george, seriously?" she stuck my tongue out at him. "or his ginger hair?" angelina added. "no! you guys are idiots!" she folded her arms. "and she's blushing again," angelina sniggered. "stop!" "it's okay, he blushes about you way more," george laughed, eyes on the road. "stop, stop, stop!!!!!" "it is true." "no it isn't, okay? erm, i don't like him, he doesn't like me. we're best friends. you guys are gross." she resumed looking out the window, shaking her head. they had reached a pretty big house with two levels, with large windows that y/n would absolutely die to have and cute little bricks sticking out. "what? i thought we were going back to my parent's house?" "you wish." "who are we visiting?" "oh just a person i know from work," angelina said with a twinkle in her eyes. "okay. did we bring anything?" "just you," she replied, "me and george are heading back to our place. your stuffs at your parents." george nodded. y/n frowned, "okay." she bounded up to the door and knocked a couple of times. the door opened and she immediately began babbling off a greeting and an introduction without looking at the person. "i'm y/n l/n, and i understand you're from angie's work! it's nice to meet yo-" her eyes were met by chocolate brown ones, framed by so many freckles. fred lived in this place? "it's good to see you again, miss y/n l/n," he grinned and oh my oh my, y/n felt her heart skipping beats all over again. fred was worried when there was silence, but he was pleasantly surprised when he felt arms wrap as much as they could around his waist. true to his nature, his cheeks turned as red as his hair. he breathed in the smell of her hair, the smell of her and oh he had missed her so much. "i missed you a lot," he mumbled, tightening his grip around her, "so so so so so much." "me too, freddie," there that nickname was, and it made him possibly weak at how pretty she was and how pretty her voice was. when she let go, he almost felt empty, and so he snaked an arm around her waist. "your place is so beautiful, freddie!" his secret was that he had bought it hoping that she would

live with him. he knew she loved beautiful windows and bay windows and balconies. "not as beautiful as you, lovely." and his eyes were graced by her flustered expression, her cheeks tinted the most delightful shade of pink. "but the windows! gosh they're pretty." "wanna live with me?" he dropped the question ever so casually. "are you sure? i've got an apartment set up and all so it's no big deal-" "no. i want you to live with me." "then your wish is my command, i guess. i don't have much stuff though." "that's fine! i knew you would say yes so i got a bedroom ready for you." she hesitated. fred looked at her. "is everything okay?" "i-i don't want you to think that i'm best friends with you because you're rich or whatever and i feel like i'm taking advantage of your richness and it's not right?" "you're not, okay?" she nodded, still hesitating a little bit. "if you really feel bad you can come visit me and george in the shop and do some type of customer service. you'll be paid." "am i paying rent if i live here?" she asked. "no, y/n, i own this place." "don't you pay land tax?" "yeah, but it's not that much." "nope, i'm paying rent or you're not paying me for the shifts i do. or both. take your pick." "i won't pay you for the shifts. is this really a big deal?" "yes it is! it's money and morals. that's a very big deal." "okay, fair." "gimme a list of all my shifts please." "nah, you pop in whenever you can." "okay, when's rush hour?" "hogsmeade weekends and thursdays." ☆ it was night. y/n couldn't sleep at all. she was lying in the insanely boujee king sized bed and the insanely comfortable sheets, and she still couldn't fathom why she couldn't sleep. maybe it was because she always slept with one eye open in albania. habit. so she was just sitting in her bed, looking around the room. she was tired, but she couldn't be untired. and it would be selfish to disturb fred. but he had said his door was always open. so she crept out and made her way through the corridors, finally stopping at a door which she hoped was fred's bedroom. it was half ajar, so she peeked her head around it. he was asleep, a very thin blanket draped carelessly around his body, his ginger hair messy and his chest rising with every peaceful breath he took. his room was big and simple, cluttered in the most fred way. she approached him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. "freddie??" he opened his eyes drowsily, "mmm?" "i can't sleep." "'ave you tried countin' broomst'cks?" "i can't sleep." "'kay," he pulled her into his bed, wrapping his arms around y/n and tucking most of the gryffindor red blanket under her chin. it smelled like him, "this 'kay?" fred was shirtless. y/n was blushing. "yeah." "mm, have a good night, okay? i'm here, you're safe." y/n nodded, feeling the most comfortable she had in two whole years, cuddling up to his chest as she fell into sleep. sleep. she hadn't properly slept in two whole years. every night would be spent either patrolling or anxiously preparing for the next day. when she did get some shut-eye, it was broken and restless. but her dreams were stopped with visions of terrifying death eaters casting sectumsempra onto the auror unit. she felt the pain she had endured through a long time ago. it left a scar on her back and imprints in her mind. it was impossible to forget. she remembered yelling as she saw another auror drop dead. running, running out of the hellhole of the death eater's base. "y/n, y/n," fred was shaking her awake. she was shaking, tears were running down her face. she fervently apologised to him. "don't say sorry, lovely," he wiped the tears off of her face, "what was your dream about?" "t-the mission, the death eaters w-were cutting people up and they got me." "oh darling, why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked gently, cradling her head to his chest. "it, it comes out at the worst times." "well you're not in albania anymore, okay, love? you're here, in london, and you're safe. you're okay, you're fine." she nodded, "sorry." "don't you dare,

it isn't your fault. sleep, okay? i'll wait for you to go to sleep before i do, yeah?" she nodded. her head fell onto his chest and fred traced gentle patterns on her back, whispering small nothings in her ear. for the first time, it seemed like fred could watch her without repercussions. even with her tear-stained cheeks and wild hair, she was beautiful. and when he had stayed up for hours into the night and morning for this girl, this was when he realised. he would do anything for her. he loved her.

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.