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How dangerous is energon for humans in synergize? Obviously they can’t like. Drink it. But is touching it dangerous?
Energon isn't exactly safe, but it's not extremely dangerous as long as it's handled properly. Energon is sorta like supercharged battery acid, at least in the way it affects humans. Skin contact with energon will result in painful burn chemical burns and often can leave noticeable scarring. Energon also has a unique constant electric charge. Both effects can be avoided using protection such as gloves or transporting it in non-conductive material.
Energon also emits a unique energy wave, the same one emitted by cybertronian sparks and the Allspark itself. The long-term effects on organics exposed to these energy waves are mostly unknown, if there even is an effect at all. Energon effect on organics is poorly studied, and with the variety of biological life structures, organic comes in across the universe. Even if there was a lot of research on it, it likely wouldn't be fully applicable to earth life.
Also Ya, if you drink energon, you gonna die or at least have permanent debilitating organ damage.
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hi! i was wondering if you could make some more bartender!sirius x reader stories! anything works really! i love love love your writing 💞
Thanks for requesting ml!
cw: attempted sa, police are called (but don't worry, everything is fine)
bartender!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Sirius isn’t ashamed to say he’s had his eye on you tonight. You’re a sweet-looking thing, with sparkly eyes and a big, genuine smile that you’d beamed right at him as you ordered your drink. You got your first couple from Marlene, but most recently you came up to him. You’d leaned your elbows on the bar, looked at him with those lovely eyes, and said all the pleases and thank yous and may Is that always make Sirius want to climb over the counter and hug the customers who use them. He'd have comped your drink if you weren’t clearly here with someone else.
And that someone else seems to be infatuated with you. Appropriately so, Sirius thinks. He takes your hand to lead you over to a couch along the wall, and he nods so eagerly while you speak that it looks like his head is on a spring, and when you turn to look at something he’s pointed out he reaches over and—
“Hey!”
Several heads turn at Sirius’ shout, but the important part is that yours does. Not before your lips close around the straw of your drink, though. Sirius doesn’t have to work to convey urgency in his expression—that comes quite naturally. He waves his hand to beckon you back to the bar.
You obey, not looking upset but rather tentative as you make your way through the crowd. Your date stands with you, but something in Sirius’ face must tip him off. He disappears towards the exit. Sirius wants to go after him and strangle the bloke with his own two hands, but he’ll have to worry about that later.
“Don’t drink that,” he says once he thinks you’re within earshot.
You’re not, evidently. “What?”
“Give it here.” Sirius leans across the bar, reaching for your drink. It’s only the caution in your expression that reminds him to say, “Please.”
You hand it over, eyebrows raising when he brings it behind the bar and immediately pours it into the sink.
“Erm…am I going to be refunded for that?”
Sirius shakes his head, but managing a breathless, frazzled, “Yeah.”
He feels so far out of his depth. Nothing like this has ever happened during one of his shifts—at least, fuck, not that he knows of. Sirius isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do.
He starts by looking you in the eyes. “The bloke you were with put something in your drink.”
Your lips part, brows twitching together. “What? No, he…” You turn your head, clearly expecting your date to be right behind you. Sirius watches your face change as you realize he’s nowhere to be seen.
When you turn back to him, he can see the beginnings of fear in your gaze. His hand makes its way across the bar of its own accord, squeezing your wrist before tugging you gently towards the nearest barstool.
“I saw it happen,” he says firmly. “Do you want to sit here with me for a bit?”
“I don’t…yeah, please.” You look dazed. Understandably dazed, in Sirius’ opinion. You slide onto the stool and slouch to rest your elbows on the bar. “I don’t feel any different. I only had a sip.”
“It might not be enough to do anything,” he agrees. “I’m not sure, honestly. But it’s probably a good idea for you not to be alone just in case, yeah?”
You nod hesitantly. Sirius strokes a short line into the inside of your wrist, and when you look up at him those pretty eyes are wet.
“I’m already drunk,” you say, quietly, your voice on the edge of breaking. “How am I s’posed to know if it’s working?”
“I’m sure you’d know,” says Sirius, though honestly he’s not very sure of that himself. Guys don’t learn much about these things, not the way girls have to. “You’re alright, darling. We’ll take care of you up here, you’re totally safe. Do you mind if I phone the police?”
Your eyes widen to glossy saucers, the true gravity of your situation seeming to sink in.
“It’s just standard procedure,” he adds quickly.
“Right.” You blink, sniffling. “Um, sure.”
“Beautiful.” Sirius shoots you a smile. “Be right back. Marl,” he gets his coworker’s attention, “keep an eye on her, yeah?”
Marlene looks confused and then intrigued as she spots you weeping at the other end of the bar, but she makes her way to you.
Sirius’ call with the police is brief. They make him regret tossing out your drink before it could be tested, but they tell him to keep you at the bar and they’ll be there soon to question you. When he goes back inside, you look far better than he’d left you, face tearstained but dry and nursing what looks to be a plain coke topped by a mountain of cherries.
“Blimey, did you ask for extra?” Sirius asks, taking his place in front of you. Marlene, helping a customer at the other end of the bar, shoots him a grimace that lets him know you’ve told her what happened.
“I asked for a few,” you say, picking one of your cherries up by the stem and popping it in your mouth. “I think she feels bad for me.”
Sirius laughs. “No, Marlene doesn’t feel bad for anyone. She probably just likes you.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Almost as much as she hates our manager.” He winks at you. “Her latest plot is to rob him blind by way of bar napkins and maraschino cherries. But you didn’t hear that from me.”
Your lips twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. You draw a line across them, pretending to zip them shut.
“So,” you say, looking down to fish another cherry from your glass, “did you give the police my regards?”
Sirius smiles at your forehead. “I did. They said it’s been far too long, and they’d like to come here to chat with you themselves.”
You huff a laugh. “That’s funny, you’d think they’d’ve gotten their fill of me when I was in the nick last week.”
Sirius laughs, delighted.
You look up with a wry smile. “Kidding,” you whisper.
“Oh, I’m so disappointed.” He props his chin on his hand, letting his head loll to the side. “And here I was thinking you were a rebel outside the law.”
You shrug, smile fading as the melancholy turn your night has taken seems to take you under again. “Sorry to lead you astray,” you say anyway.
“No, don’t worry about it.” Sirius studies you. You look understandably worried, a tad wistful too, but still that same sweet girl who’d come up to order from him at the bar. “If you are concerned about the cops catching onto your jailbird alter-ego, I could always stay with you when they get here. If you want company.”
Your expression melts into gratitude, the fretful line of your brow softening and your eyes filling with relief. They start to go shiny again. “That would be great,” you say. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it, doll.” Sirius reaches across the bar, giving your hand an awkward pat. “Just don’t cry again, please? It kills me a little bit.”
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‘Movie Night’
Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend. You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy?
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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!
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Chapter 4 - Saturday Night | ‘Movie Night'
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"Layla..." you called her that same morning after you darted away from the guest room, heart racing and mind swirling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Your body was littered with remnants of Trent as scurried up to your bedroom.
"What? You're making me nervous!" she replied, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.
"I fucked him last night, Layla," you admitted, barely able to contain the shame and guilt that washed over you.
"Ermmmm, are you talking about...?" Layla trailed off, clearly aware of your long-time crush on Trent but shocked that you might have actually gone through with it.
"Yes," you confirmed, cringing at the admission.
"Oh my fucking god!" she screamed, and you had to pull the phone away from your ear, stifling a giggle.
"I know. But I'm such an idiot," you sighed, feeling a mix of exhilaration and dread.
"Were you drunk?" she asked, sounding almost hopeful.
"No, we were totally sober," you replied, feeling a little prouder that it hadn't been a drunken mistake.
"I let him fuck me. And then I scampered up to my room like a little girl this morning. What do I do?" you confessed, panic rising in your chest. “Also… ‘let’ is probably not the word to describe what happened. I begged him… he had me begging, lays.” You whined recalling how Trent had you acting in that bedroom.
“Lol so the dick was as good as you imagined.” Layala laughed. "Did you talk or was it like a quickie?" Layla asked, jumping around with questions, her voice lowering as if she were afraid someone might overhear.
"Erm... it definitely wasn't quick. It was roundsss, Layla, but we were trying to be quiet. I mean, It was literally in the house.. Jack was upstairs," you explained, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck.
"God, that’s fucked up. But girlie, maybe this is the shift! We’ve been waiting for this man to move on you," she encouraged, though you could hear her excitement laced with a tease about how long this had been building for bubbling through the line.
"I don't know, my brother would murder me. What if... maybe it was a one-off thing for him," you said, uncertainty flooding your voice. “Maybe he just wanted to do it once and then call it. Like get it out of his system.” You reflected back wondering what this meant for Trent versus what it meant for you. Maybe different things. For you, this had been years of longing coming to a head, finally he gave you a chance and took you to bed. You worried that for Trent maybe he was simply just horny that night and once he knew you’d kiss him, he finally took you up on a bigger offer.
"Well, like how was it?" Layla pressed, her curiosity growing slicing through the onslaught of panic in your own head that she couldn’t hear.
"Lay.." you said, using her nickname as a cautionary warning.
"Like how good though?" she insisted, practically bouncing with anticipation and a dirty smirk.
"Layla... I was literally in heaven," you admitted, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. "I’ve never felt like that in my life. His hands on me– within the first minute, I was moaning like an embarrassing mess. He had me on the verge of blacking out. The way he felt... oh my days... he made me squirt, I was just for him in the best way possible," you confessed, feeling a thrill at your own words.
"Oh my god!" Layla squealed, her excitement palpable even through the phone. You’d never reported that happening with other men so Layla’s shock was fairly merited.
"Shhh!" you hissed, glancing nervously toward the door, half-expecting Jack to burst in and demand to know what was going on. You could almost hear his protective big-brother instincts kicking in. Layla was silent for a moment.
"You need to figure out what's next. If it was that good for you… Y/N, he must’ve loved seeing you like that. If there are two things that boy loves, it’s winning and it’s you; having you begging for him… he must’ve been in heaven too. I’m sure of it. Don’t overthink this, maybe it's worth the risk. Plus, if the boy knows what he’s doing…." She sang cheekily. You pondered her words, the reality of the situation settling in. What if this was just the beginning? The beginning of a very dangerous relationship but also potentially the beginning of more very good sex. “Maybe you should see it through. Talk to him or have sex with him, whatever you’re feeling.” She laughed. You giggled, falling forward and hiding your face.
“I’m so fucked…” You whined.
“Literally.” Layla teased, as you noticed yet another visible love bite on your skin.
A few days passed and you were laid sprawled out on your bed, phone in hand, staring at Trent’s pictures on google. It felt so silly, googling him like he was some distant crush you’d never met, but here you were, scrolling through articles and match reports. You wanted to know every detail—how his last game went, what people were saying, the headlines, the photos, the videos. Seeing him on the field in action, looking focused and sharp… and sexy stirred something deep inside you. And then, almost on autopilot, you dialed his number. The ringing made your stomach flip.
“Hey, pretty girl” When he answered, his voice was warm but fairly surprised. You froze, suddenly unsure of what you’d meant to say. Why did you just call your brother’s best friend? But his soft laugh on the other end nudged you, and then he spoke again, this time with a hint of something more in his voice. “I’m glad you called. Been thinking about you.” Oh yeah, because he fucked you the other night that’s why you called him. This was a disaster but his words hit you right in the chest, and you let out a quiet, shaky breath, smiling despite yourself. The playfulness between you two was easy and effortless, like slipping into an old habit. The conversation flowed naturally, flirty in a way you couldn’t resist. When he asked what you were up to you told him you were already in bed, feeling the silence hang heavy between you. He chuckled softly. The moment hung between you, that delicious tension settling in as you lay there, holding your phone to your ear. Hearing Trent’s voice through the speaker, warm and inviting, made your heart beat faster. You took a breath, steadying yourself.
“In bed, yeah?” he murmured, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. The way he said it was casual enough, but there was an edge—a hint of suggestion that wasn’t lost on you.
“Mm-hmm,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the little catch in your breath betrayed you. This wasn’t like your usual banter, and you could both feel it.
“Well… that’s a shame,” he said, a hint of a chuckle in his tone. “Because I’m not there.” He teased.
“Not here yet,” you corrected softly, biting your lip. The words slipped out before you could think, surprising even yourself. You really wished he was in your bed right now. A guest bedroom didn’t have the same intimacy your own bedrooms would’ve. You hoped you’d get to have in him in your bed again one day.
“Yet?” he echoed, his voice dropping a bit. The way he said it sent a thrill through you. He sounded… interested. Was he interested?
“You sound a little… distracted, T.” You laughed softly, trying to keep things light.
“Distracted? I mean, that’s a bold assumption for someone who just called me in bed.” He smiled and although you couldn’t see it, you could hear it.
“Touché,” you admitted. He let out a low laugh, and then his voice softened, almost as if he were drawing closer to you through the line.
“I’ve been thinking about you, you know… Not just tonight, either.” A little breath caught in your throat, and you felt heat bloom in your cheeks. You’d been thinking about him too—more than you wanted to admit. And yet here he was, saying it so easily, without hesitation. You felt that familiar ease between you two, but now it had a sharper edge to it, something thrilling and dangerous. “Wish I wasn’t stuck in Milan right now… but since you’re in bed and… since you’re all cozy,” he continued, “maybe you could let me see what I’m missing in that bed?” You hesitated, heart pounding. It was so simple, and yet the thought of it felt electric.
“You mean right now?” You asked almost in shock. There were moments lately that felt like a rubber band to the back of your neck. It almost confused you that Trent was talking to you like this now. Your brother’s best friend essentially was asking for photos. Your head was spinning at his composure.
“Yeah, baby” he said, his voice almost a murmur. And it was back… suddenly you were ‘baby’ again. “Just a little something to tide me over. Unless you’re too shy? But I didn’t think you got shy when you’re in bed,” he teased, knowing exactly how to make your pulse race.
“I’m not shy.” You let out a quiet laugh, your confidence swelling
“Good.” His voice dropped, that familiar warmth and playfulness making your skin tingle. “Be a good girl and send me a photo.” His voice was soft, coaxing, and it sent a thrill through you. The anticipation made your fingers tingle as you bit your lip, considering it. It felt thrillingly new, even after all these years of knowing him—this version of him, of you, of you two together. You bit your lip, and after a quick glance around your room, you sat up, ripping off your hoodie, adjusting your hair and holding your phone up for a quick snap. You knew it had to be just the right mix of casual and tempting. You could see your nipples through the sheer tank top but the soft smile made it cute, innocent. You weren’t about to send him a nude out the gate but just something to get his mind thinking about being there with you. When you hit send, there was a pause on the other end, and then Trent let out a quiet groan. “Nah, you’re killing me, you know that?” He groaned. You laughed, feeling emboldened by his reaction.
“Think you’d want to see me when you’re back? Come be cozy in bed?” You giggled teasingly.
“Honestly?” he replied and your heart skipped a beat in the worst way, expecting the worst. A rush of worry maybe he was about to change his mind, “I’m not sure I can hold out much longer” He exhaled, sounding half-playful, half-serious, and you could feel his anticipation echoing back at you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You smirked realizing he had been trying to play it cool since you two had sex. You weren’t sure what to think of that, a part of you wondered if he was embarrassed it happened but then the sexual tension of the current moment overruled any cautionary thought you were having. The line went silent for a moment. “There better be space for me in that bed once I’m back. yeah?” He added. The way he said it made your cheeks flush, a promise tucked into his words.
“There always has been, T,” you whispered, surprising even yourself with the quiet assurance in your voice. And with that, you both hung up, your heart racing as you lay back, feeling the anticipation buzz through you.
Layla was away for work down in London when you and Trent hooked up so it was a couple days' time until she got to come over and properly debrief. Once she was back in town Layla was immediately at your house, practically bursting with excitement as soon as she stepped through the door. You barely had time to breathe before you were pulling her into your room to spill all the details.
“Lays… look at me, look at this! He did this. Trent did this!” you said, lifting your little flouncy shorts just enough to reveal the cheeky bruise left on the inside of your thigh. You emphasized his name just to really hammer home that Trent Alexander-Arnold, long time crush, Jack’s best friend, sexy footballer left that on you. You were both giggling like teenagers as you collapsed onto your bed, recounting the details of that night.
“Oh my god!” Layla squealed, eyes wide as she burst into laughter. “That’s very secondary school of you getting love bites.” She teased. You couldn’t help but giggle, the thrill of the moment still fresh in your mind, not caring for her teasing joke. “I’m kidding, girlie, that’s actually kind of nuts considering...” She tilted her head as if you were supposed to know what she was implying.
“Considering….” You inquired.
“Y/N, this is the riskiest hook up you both possibly could be involved in, and while I don’t think Jack often sees that much of you… for T to be so in wrapped in the moment of finally getting you into bed, so into fucking you, claiming you, that he’s leaving marks… He’s so into this! He’s down because he’s risking a lot here.” She explained. You fought the sly smile pulling on your lips. The days that followed the night with Trent were a whirlwind of excitement and nervous energy but hearing her explain it like that felt like new insight. After you first had called her, Layla had insisted on analyzing every text message Trent sent you since that night. You were practically glued to your phone, reading and rereading his messages as you waited for more. But now, she was finally here with you so you could share your love bites. You and Layla had planned to drive to Selfridges this afternoon for some shopping for the new season. Whilst on the way there you received a text that made your heart race the second it pinged.
“He texted meee!” you squealed, showing the screen to Layla, who couldn’t look right away because she was driving but she believed you. The sheer volume of your exclamation made her wince, only one person was eliciting that sort of response from you lately.
“Oh my god, Y/N, get a grip!” She softly laughed. “You’ve had his number for years!” she teased, rolling her eyes mocking you lightheartedly of course but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. She was excited, you were excited. Trent’s text was casual at first, but as you read on, you noticed the subtle undertones. He asked if you and Layla just might happen to want to swing by a club in Manchester this Saturday night, specifically around midnight, and specifically to come join a certain table with him and his friends It was meant to sound nonchalant, but the specifics made it clear he wanted to see you.
The casual tone didn’t fool either of you as you read the full message allowed to her. The exact time and place felt a little too intentional, making it clear that he wanted to see you. Layla smirked, nudging you. You blushed, excitement and nerves churning in your stomach.
“Girl, he’s planned this. With teammates and not his boys i.e not Jack…” Layla remarked, leaning in closer to reread the message for herself at a stoplight. “You know what this means, right?” She smiled.
“What?” you asked, your heart pounding. Naively, you were struggling with this new relationship with Trent. His ‘older brother’s best friend’ persona was so seared into your brain, the ideas that normally were flowing for you with previous men and what they wanted from you… weren’t coming as easily for some reason. You were overthinking your instincts. It’s not that you didn’t have the desire. You just were so afraid of him not liking you that way, you almost didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Trent. You were scared.
“It means he’s not just interested; he’s invested. He’s making plans to see you. You have to go!” Layla cooed. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety. You couldn’t shake the thought of what if it was all just fun and games for him? But the way he texted, the way he seemed to genuinely want to see you in a setting like that, made your heart flutter.
“Do you really think I should? He also said you too Lays, so you have to go with me,” you told her, biting your lip nervously.
“Hell yes! We and by we, I mean you, are not going to let an opportunity like this pass you by. By the way… It’s obvious, T thought the first time was good too,” Layla said cheekily, her enthusiasm infectious. “We need to get you ready. Find an outfit that’ll make him forget his own name!” You laughed, feeling a little giddy at the idea.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I need to at least give it a go. But I’m still freaking out! Fuck!” You whined, burying your head in your hands almost embarrassed by your nerves. “I have to be careful though… like I can’t do too much. I’m scared he’ll be like… ‘what are you doing?’ or ‘who are you trying to be?’ You know?” You explained once the idea of fashion and outfits came into your mind.
“I get that… we need to be cool, calm, collected… and fucking sexy. Ugh a yellow shopping bag couldn’t come at a better time!” Layla said, pulling into the car park for the department store dreaming of filling the boot with those shopping bags. The thought of seeing Trent again filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves, but you couldn’t help but feel hopeful. You couldn’t help but feel a bit eager for another night with Trent, no matter the consequences at stake. You and Layla spent the entire afternoon bouncing from one brand’s section to another in Selfridges, rifling through racks, holding up options and critiquing each one. Layla was relentless, pushing you to try looks you had a hard time wrapping your head around that somethings so sexy could be for Trent. After some trial and error, you finally found the outfit. You took a deep breath and tucked off into the changing room, slipping lace fabric against your skin, watching how it transformed you. When you stepped out, Layla’s jaw dropped.
“Oh my fucking god, he’s gonna pass out.” Layla laughed almost in disbelief as you stepped out of the changing room in a sheer black lace dress. It was strapless and pushed your boobs up, hugging you in all the right places. It was dangerously sexy. The dress was just the right side of bold. I mean, it was obvious but in a cool way. You checked yourself out in the mirror, feeling that same rush of excitement and hint of nerves you’d felt since you got the text. “This is perfect. It’s so fucking good — ugh I can’t wait to see his face. Nonchalant, my ass, he won’t be able to keep his hands off,” Layla grinned, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Do you really think this is enough?” you asked, adjusting the dress one more time, tilting back and forth to catch the way it moved on you. Layla smirked deviously making it very clear she had more ideas.
“Yes, but we’re not done… We’re getting you lingerie. If you want him to never think of you as Jack’s sister again, we have to make sure this look, this version of you is seared into his brain Saturday.” She grabbed your hand and dragged you to find La Perla navigating through the store with a determination that made you laugh despite your nerves. The idea of buying this all for your brother’s best friend was fucking insane but you didn’t want him to be just your brother’s best friend anymore. The delicate lace and silky pieces of lingerie were making you blush, remembering how gently he pulled your own panties off you that first night. And so with Layla’s guidance, you started sifting through options, feeling bolder with each choice. At first, you stuck to safe-ish options, something that could pass as an everyday piece—but Layla wasn’t having it. She held up a set that was anything but modest: something lacey that felt both elegant and dangerously seductive. You stared at it, feeling a jolt of confidence and a hint of nervousness.
“Actually just this,” Layla said, putting back the set and grabbing just a scrap of fabric, holding out to you with a smirk. “We do this, no bra, and the dress, that’ll erase any idea that you’re a little sister. You’ll walk in, and that’s the only thing he’ll remember.” You felt electric, standing there, imagining the look on Trent’s face when he saw you in the skimpy piece of fabric you were about to ludicrously pay £200 for. By the time you left Selfridges, you had everything you needed: the perfect dress, heels that made you feel powerful, and a pair of panties that would stay with him long after the night was over. Layla squeezed your arm. “By the way, Y/N… You’re not Jack’s sister, you’re you. That’s why he’s interested. And Trent is not going to forget it.”
That Saturday night was a whirlwind of desire and temptation. Trent’s private table was an oasis of luxury, tucked in the club’s exclusive area surrounded by footballers and bottles of liquor. The lights were dim, casting a seductive glow over the scene, and the air was thick with anticipation. When you walked into the club you were escorted to the area and Trent's usual composure shattered. He'd planned to keep it cool, but the sight of you in the dress threw his carefully crafted nonchalance out the window. His eyes traveled over you, taking in every curve with a hunger that made him feel both exhilarated and guilty. You were Jack's sister-his best mate's sister-but right now that was being erased. You were here… he wasn’t and now all he could think about was getting you close to him. Close to him so he could get his hands on you and those clothes off you. To keep things casual, he greeted Layla first, introducing her to his teammates so it wasn’t too obvious. But when he finally turned to you, it felt like the room silenced, as if nothing else mattered in that moment. Without a word, his arms wrapped around you, and his hands fell low, cupping the curve of your ass with a daring boldness that sent a surge of adrenaline through both of you. You nestled into him, breathing him in. The scent of him, a woody velvet encircled you wrapping you in the comfort of him. You didn't kiss though, you couldn’t, not out in public, but his touch told you everything. He wanted to. You wanted.
"You look so fucking sexy." He murmured, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. You could feel his perfect pout move against the shell of your ear. The words came out low, rough, igniting a blush that you couldn't hide. You draped your arms over his shoulders, letting your fingers trail down his neck as you pulled him closer, eyes gleaming.
"It can be all for you," you taunted, leaving the promise hanging in the air before slipping away to greet Layla and the others. As you moved away, Trent exhaled, watching you move to greet some of his mates with an exasperated smile. It was going to be a long night, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could play it cool.
You and Layla seamlessly joined Trent and his teammates. It was easy. The energy of the night igniting a fire between you and him though. His eyes stayed locked on you, a mix of longing and mischievous intent as you danced with Layla. He wasn’t one to really dance so for the time being he continued on his quest to play it cool, leaned back on a couch watching you move. Even with distance between you two, the electric connection tether you to him. Your pulse quickening with every glance. In the dim light of the nightclub, the bass thrummed like a heartbeat in the air, creating a pulsing rhythm that matched the intoxicating sway of the crowd. The atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of laughter, music. The club’s DJ mixed a seamless transition of songs rolling one into the next, a 2010 classic you knew Trent loved. You smirked at him and strutted over, reaching out to him. Your hand extended, unsure if he’d take it. But he did, he grabbed your hand as you pulled him to stand up. Against his usual reserved demeanor to avoid dancing, he couldn’t resist you. The club pulsed with the rhythm of Jeremih’s mid 2000’s ‘Put It Down on Me’ vibrating through the floor and mingling with the heat of the room. As the beat of the music wrapped around you, you positioned yourself directly on top of Trent, your back pressed against his chest. The heat from his body radiated through the thin fabric of your dress, every movement heightened by the press of his strong frame. The boundaries between flirtation and something more had long since blurred. The pulsing bass of the club surrounded you, and as Trent's hands settled on your waist, every nerve in you ignited. He pulled you in, letting his fingers slip down, dragging you flush against him as you dragged your own hands down his strong arms before placing your hands overtop of his, guiding them over your body as you moved. You could feel his breath near your ear. The look in his eyes was electric, and as his hands caressed you, a thrill of anticipation for what could happen bloomed between you two. You pulled back just enough, tilting your head back to give him a shy, knowing smile that hinted you weren't about to play it safe tonight, that you didn’t want to. As the night wore on, Trent kept you on him and the drinks kept flowing, the boundaries blurred to a point where it felt like they didn’t exist at all to you. Any attempt to keep things casual had faded as you stayed pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body as you moved together to the rhythm. Your hips swayed, and Trent's hands seemed to find their way to every curve, guiding you as if the whole club had melted away, leaving just the two of you in the moment. The music wrapped you both in its seductive embrace, and every glance he stole felt like a secret promise. You found yourself feeling utterly alive under the spell of his charm. The longer his hands were on you, the more you wanted him, the more deliberate the way you moved against him got, you could feel him against you.
"You're gonna get me in trouble," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was low and teasing, but you felt the strain behind it, like he was barely holding back, on the verge of breaking. But he invited you tonight, he wanted this even if he was implying that you needed to be cautious. A smirk tugged at your lips as you glanced back at him, feeling bold. You reached up behind you, letting your arm drape back around his neck as you grinded against him, feeling his hands grip you tighter, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of you.
"Good," you whispered back. Your tone was playful, a little challenging, and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as they met yours. You let your free hand guide his up your body, tracing his touch from your hip slowly traveling up your side, over your ribs, the curve of your tits and finally resting on the curve of your throat. The placement of his hand was intoxicating, and Trent’s resolve wavered as he struggled to keep his composure. Trent’s breath quickened, his other hand’s fingers tightening around your hips as you guided his hand to stay on your neck as you arched into his touch more. He squeezed his eyes shut fast, fighting the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him. His fingers gently squeezed your neck, sending a shiver through you. Trent closed his eyes once more for another second, as if willing himself to stay in control, but you knew exactly what you were doing and he knew he wasn’t going to manage much longer, not like this. Every little touch, every brush of your skin, sent his mind spiraling back to the night you'd spent together. And so you continued, your hand guiding his, bringing it from your neck up to your lips. You took his hand in yours and slowly dragged one of his fingers over your lips, letting it linger there. Then, feeling daring, you kissed his finger before slipping it into your mouth with a teasing grin. You took the finger into your warm, wet mouth, your tongue circling it seductively. Trent's eyes snapped open, the tension clear in his expression. Trent’s breath hitched, his control slipping as the warmth and wetness of your mouth made his pulse race.
"Y/N..." he cautioned, his voice husky. He was trying to keep it together, trying to hold his composure, but you could tell he was barely hanging on and you wanted him to falter. The air around you was charged, electric with the intensity of the moment. The nightclub’s atmosphere seemed to amplify the tension, every beat of the music syncing with the quickened rhythm of your hearts. The intimacy of the gesture, the way you drew him into your world with such daring confidence, left Trent in a state of heated disarray. The private area, the pulsating music, and your body pressed against his created a searing contrast to the cool sophistication of the setting. He could barely think straight as you continued to tease him with your movements and your touch, each moment building towards a crescendo of irresistible need.
"Get me in trouble," you whispered a plea, your voice a soft taunt, challenging him to let go. You felt his breath catch, and for a split second, it seemed like he was going to give in, pull you closer and damn the consequences. His fingers dropped to tighten on your waist, his gaze intense, and you could feel his resolve crumbling with every second. The thrill of it sent a rush through you, knowing you'd pushed him to this point, both of you teetering on the edge of what came next.
Layla was watching with barely concealed amusement, a grin spreading across her face as she took in the scene, proud of her handiwork considering the dress seemed to be more than effective but then again, his fingers were in your mouth moments ago so it was a toss up what really was sending Trent over the age. But she wasn't the only one who saw you two– Trent's teammates had also noticed, exchanging looks that ranged from amused to confused. One of them leaned over to Layla, eyebrows raised.
"That's his mate's sister, right?" He asked earnestly. Layla chuckled, shaking her head.
"Oh is she ever," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That is one, sexy, ticking time bomb," She laughed. The music pulsed around you, bodies moving under the lights as Trent leaned in close, his expression intense. He’d had enough.
“You’re leaving with me. Right now.” He murmured seriously, the command laced with an impatience you could feel from a mile away.
“What do you mean? Why? ” Feigning innocence, you tilted your head. He bit back a smirk, annoyed but undeniably amused by your act. So he decided to play along.
“I mean, you just look a little hot, baby… Think you have too many clothes on.” He told you, making up a farce. His gaze trailed over you, lingering with obvious intent. His arm wrapped around you letting his massive hand run over your collarbone over to your shoulder and then down your arm brushing over your skin, slick from the club’s heat.
“I’m in a mini dress, T baby, I think I’m okay.” You whispered with a shrug, biting back a little laugh. He moved in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his fingers gripped your waist.
“I said, you have too many clothes on." He said more commandingly. A thrill ran through you, your pulse quickening. "Let me help you, yeah?” He cooed cheekily.
“Maybe you’re right. I think I need you.” You gave him a sly smile then glanced over to find Layla. After making sure she was all set for the night, she told you to go and you hugged her goodbye promising you’d check in to make sure one of the other boys got her home safely. She wasn’t exactly keen about leaving since she had hit it off with one of the other boys there. She shot you a knowing grin and a wink as you slipped away with Trent, his hand gripping yours with unmistakable possession as he led you through the crowd. You quickly mouthed a ‘love you’ to her, her smirk only widening as she watched you and Trent disappear. Trent tugged you closer to him, his hand dropping to your lower back to keep you close and protect as he guided you through the crowd and toward the exit. As he led you out to the private exit, his hand firmly grasping yours, you felt a giddiness wash over you. It felt surreal to leave somewhere like this with him. The alcohol and the adrenaline from the night's adventures had left you feeling fearless and carefree. You giggled as he dragged you along, your high heels clicking against the ground.
"Hey, slow down, needy boy" you slurred, attempting to match his long strides. "I can barely keep up with you.” You giggled. Trent needed to leave out the back for his car service to pick him up. He did it often but especially tonight, he couldn’t risk paparazzi. He looked at you, his expression torn between frustration and desire, his hand still warm in yours.
"I fuck… I couldn't... God, fuck baby… I hate that I can’t just…" he started, stumbling through thoughts you had a hard time connecting. His voice was rough as he struggled to find the words. But then his gaze met yours, and in a second, he was leaning in, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that made everything else disappear. The restraint he'd held onto all night finally snapped, and you felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you close in the back exit halls as if he couldn't get enough. “I need to get you home. Been dying to kiss you. I couldn’t take it anymore. Been driving me crazy all night." Trent chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“I want to go home, baby.” You playfully whined, your eyes sparkling with mischief. The cool night air hit you like a shock, but Trent's firm grip anchored you, his urgency undeniable. As soon as you were outside, he pulled you into him, glancing around once over as if checking to make sure no one followed towards the car.
“Gonna be a good girl f’me when we get home?” He asked you and you nodded slowly but desperately. The lights from the club cast a hazy glow around you, making everything feel surreal. You got into the black car equipped with security that had waited for you two. The drive back to his place felt like an eternity. You were dying to get there but terrified to go at the same time. His hands were subtly all over you during the car ride building up the tension even more than you thought possible. The heat radiating off your bodies, and the way his gaze lingered on your lips had you desperate for him. As you approached his house, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
With a swift movement, Trent unlocked his front door and pulled you inside, his eyes dark with desire. The moment the door closed behind you, he crashed his lips against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth. His kiss was aggressive, demanding, and it took your breath away. You responded eagerly, your hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled back momentarily, his eyes scanning your face, searching for any hesitation.
"Are you sure about this, Y/N? I don't want to push you too far. But I’m having a hard time controlling myself here" He asked earnestly. A wave of desire washed over you, and you knew you wanted this as much as he did, maybe more.
"Stop asking," you whispered, your voice laced with need. "Just fuck me, T. I want you to fuck me again. Make me cum again." A devilish grin spread across his face, and he wasted no time in taking control. His hands roamed over your body, unzipping your dress and roughly pulling it down, exposing your bare skin. He traced his fingers along the curve of your waist, down to the swell of your hips, and then back up, cupping your tits.
"You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his lips finding your neck, nipping and suckling on your sensitive skin. "You promised you’d be a good girl f’me. Yeah?" He smoke against your skin. You nodded as you arched your back, offering yourself to him, your breath coming in shallow gasps.
"T, baby… don't hold back. I’m serious. I’ll do whatever you want. I want it rough. I want to forget everything but your touch." Trent’s eyes lit up. This was all still so new and he was more than excited to hear you talk to him like that. His hands moved with purpose, completely removing your dress freeing your heavy tits. He palmed them, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples.
"Fuck, your tits are incredible," he groaned, his lips moving to capture a nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth. You moaned loudly, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through your body. His mouth felt incredible on your sensitive flesh, and you couldn't help but beg for more.
"Oh fuck, please. I need more." You cried out. He released your nipple with a pop, leaving it aching and tingling.
"You've always wanted me, haven't you, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with a hint of dominance. "Admit it, you've been craving my cock inside you since the other week." He growled. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You weren’t sure you were ever going to get over how sexy it was to hear Trent talk like this to you, and it sent a thrill through your core.
"Yeah huh... I've always wanted you. You know I have,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I want you to use me,T." You weren't thinking it in real time but you almost didn’t recognize the words coming out of your mouth, you’d never been this down for a man before, so willing, so submissive.
“Fuck… Wear these just for me, baby?” He asked lust burning behind his dark mahogany eyes as he admired the La Perlas you’d worn exactly as he said... just for him. You hummed confirming. “Such a good girl for me.” Trent snickered, his hands moving down to the waistband of your thong roughly pulling them off you, exposing your glistening folds. You gasped. "I’ll buy you more baby, don’t worry. I know you… you like to be dirty for me. You’ve been craving my touch, my cock, huh?” Your skin was on fire under his touch, your pussy throbbing and dripping with need.
"Please, Trent," you pleaded, your voice hoarse. "Touch me, I'm so wet for you." He didn't need any more encouragement. His fingers delved between your legs, finding your swollen clit, and began to stroke and tease.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I love how you get so turned on by me." Your body trembled as his fingers worked their magic, circling your clit, sliding into your slick heat.
"Yeah– I fuck.. Oh my god. For you baby. Oh God, yes," you whimpered a jumble of words, your hips thrusting against his hand. "Right there, please, don't stop." You moaned. Trent's touch was relentless, his fingers plunging deep inside you, curling and stroking your sweet spot.
"That's it, baby, cum for me. I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers." Your orgasm built rapidly, your body coiling tighter with each stroke of his skilled fingers.
"I'm gonna cum, baby!" you cried out, your voice hoarse and raw. He increased the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit in firm circles.
"That's it, let it all out. Cum for me, pretty girl.” He cooed as your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as pleasure consumed you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. “Good girl.” He gently praised you kissing your neck. As your tremors subsided, Trent gently removed his fingers, leaving you feeling sensitive and sated. He picked you up and brought you up to the bedroom, his eyes locked on you, your chest heaving as you came down, kissing his neck "Get on the bed f’me, baby," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste every inch of you." And so you did as he asked, your body still buzzing from the intensity of your climax downstairs. You laid back on the soft sheets, your eyes never leaving his as he stood before you, his erection straining against his trousers. With deliberate movements, Trent undressed, revealing his toned, sculpted body. He pulled his shirt over his head and your jaw slacked as his muscles flexed. Your mouth went dry as you took in the sight of him, his cock thick and hard, straining towards you. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, his eyes smoldering with hunger. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands caressing your inner thighs, spreading you open. "I'm gonna eat you out until you beg me to stop." You nodded. You were borderline delirious. The first time you had to be quiet, you almost had to be quick before but so far… this had been a complete 180 from that and it was proving to somehow be even better. His head lowered, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. He teased you, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, kissing over the faded remnant of his last visit to your core, making you squirm with anticipation. Finally, his tongue found your aching clit, flicking and swirling, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
"Oh God, Trent," you moaned, your hands threading to grip his hair, holding him close. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop, please." He chuckled against your skin, his smugness palpable but you didn’t care, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine, it felt too good.
"You taste so sweet, baby. I could do this all night." His tongue delved deeper, penetrating your wetness, licking and sucking, driving you wild. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body responding to his every touch. His fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into your tight hole, stretching and filling you.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, please, baby!" you cried out, your hips bucking against his face. Trent's mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving you to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. Trent could feel his cock getting so hard from hearing and watching and making you cum. He was almost about to explode himself but he needed to experience it again. He was obsessed.
"Cum for me again, baby," he urged, his voice muffled against your flesh. "Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers. Be my good girl again." Your body obeyed, the sensations overwhelming you as you tumbled over the edge once more. Your cries filled the room as your pussy clenched and spasmed around his invading fingers. As your tremors subsided, Trent slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and spent. He rose above you, his cock poised at your entrance, ready to claim what was his. "You're so fucking responsive, baby. I love how you cum for me." You reached up, running your hands over his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath your touch.
"I need more of you, T. Please, I need you inside me. I want to make you cum now, baby." You told him as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock teasing your wetness.
"Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg." Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but your desire overrode any inhibitions.
"Please, T," you pleaded, your voice thick with need. "Fuck me, hard. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to be a good girl for you.” Your words went straight to his cock. He smiled deviously and with one swift thrust, he slid inside, filling you completely, in your lustful haze forgetting condoms existed. Your eyes widened at the sensation of his thick shaft stretching you, taking you by surprise. "Oh my God," you gasped, your body adjusting to his size.
"You like that, huh?" he grunted, his voice strained. "You love my cock inside you, don't you, baby?" You nodded, unable to form words, your body already building towards another climax. Trent began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot you’d never known before. “Take my cock. That’s it.” He growled, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for his possession. The pleasure was intense, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through your body. You matched his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his, your breasts bouncing with each impact.
"Oh fuck, baby. You’re so deep." you chanted, your nails digging into his back, marking him as your own. Trent's eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his control slipping with each thrust. Your mind turning to mush. You couldn’t think of anything else but the roll of Trents hips. Each thrust clouding your mind more. His lips coming to kiss and suck on your exposed collarbone.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you– Fuck!” Trent grunted. You were wrong the first time, that wasn't the best sex either of you had ever had… this was. Your body was on fire, your pussy clenching and milking his shaft, desperate for his release.
"Cum inside me T," you begged, your voice hoarse. “I want you to fill me up, please." You whined. His thrusts starting to become sloppier. Hearing you say that made his mind go blank. He tried to ask you ‘what?’ Or ‘are you sure?’ But he couldn't process what you were saying. It turned him on too much to even think straight. “Please, I need you. I want to feel you cum.” You demanded wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, holding him to you.
“Baby…” Trent grunted, not sure what to do. He felt like he was glitching; he couldn't process both minds.
“I’m on birth control, please T… Do it, baby. Please.” You whined pathetically. It’s all you could think about. It’s all you wanted. You wanted to feel him. So you clenched around him and he moaned. He reached down between your body’s to rub your clit in sync with his rough pace.
“Yeah? Alright, I’ll give you what you want, baby. I’m gonna… fuck…” He babbled through words. You nodded as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter.
“Oh fuck…” You whined as he hit your g spot again and again relentlessly. You gripped his biceps, nails leaving crescent marks on his tanned toned arms.
“Doing so good, baby. I got you. I’m gonna cum. Shit! Squeezing me so fucking tight.” He grunted still thrusting into you as his abs tensed. His eyes rolled back a little with deep breaths. He let out a guttural roar as he plunged deep, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Wave after wave of his hot cum filled your depths, triggering another earth-shattering orgasm within you. Your body quivered as your pussy tightened around him. Your bodies convulsed together, locked in a blissful embrace as pleasure consumed you both. He slowed almost to a halt as his cock pulsed inside your warm pussy. He pumped you full of his cum, painting your insides. He caught your lips with a sweet kiss. As your tremors subsided, Trent collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He turned towards you though just in time to see your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You okay? Did so good f’me. You were incredible, baby.” He kissed your temple pulling you tight to him. He smiled, his eyes full of affection. You hummed but couldn’t get any words out just yet, completely spent. You snuggled closer, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. He captured your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. Trent kissed your forehead and rolled off the bed. “Stay right there f’me. One minute” He cooed softly.
“You’re perfect,” You giggled quietly as Trent returned with a warm towel gently wiping up your thighs and sensitive core. He was so soft as he worked his way around, cleaning you up, leaving kisses on your warm skin after it was wiped clean. He laid down next to you and you just stared at him appreciatively.
“Okay… all good, baby?” He tenderly asked. You nodded, pulling him into you. As you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that this night had changed everything. The secret you shared would bind you together, and the passion that ignited between you was burning brighter than ever before.
Naively, you hadn't exactly anticipated waking up naked and tangled in your brother's best friend's sheets after the club, feeling the steady rhythm of Trent's heartbeat under your cheek. As reality set in, you let out a quiet groan, a mix of bliss and uncertainty. You really liked Trent, but what were you both doing? What were you thinking? Sure you didn’t kiss at the club but anyone could've seen you together last night. Not to mention what happened in the privacy of Trent’s bed last night. This wasn't fair to Jack. Yet, the warmth of Trent's arms around you made it hard to think of anything else. Then suddenly you could feel those gorgeous brown eyes fixed on you.
"Stop staring at me," you giggled sleepily, sensing Trent's gaze on you as you lay draped across his chest.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing light circles on your bare back, pulling you from every nagging worry.
"Stop," you muttered shyly. "Also, you've 100% seen me sleep before..."
"Not like this," he replied, his voice soft but teasing. "Not in my bed, not on top of me, not naked... definitely not after we had sex." His smirk made you both laugh and blush, but you didn't pull away.
"Did I live up to your expectations?" you teased, hiding a bit of genuine curiosity.
"Surpassed them," he whispered, tilting your face to look at him. "From the first kiss," he added, his eyes warm, making you feel seen in a way that felt new and thrilling. You cuddled closer, sighing into his warmth, a quiet, affectionate
"My T..." escaping your lips in a soft murmur. Trent's lips curled into a smile.
"Yeah? Yours now?” He teased as a wave of embarrassment and surprise washed over you. You felt the urge to pull back, realizing what you'd just said. You felt it, you felt he’d been yours for forever but now with your arms around him it felt more real. You just regretted saying it aloud massively. But before you could say anything more to backtrack, he beat you to it. "Good. I like that." His voice was a gentle reassurance, grounding you in the moment. You couldn't help but smile, pressing closer into his embrace, thinking that maybe-just maybe-this was worth all the risk. You stayed in bed, savoring the lingering warmth and thrill of the night before, feeling like you were tangled up in the best and most complicated decision of your life. Trent stretched beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. He groaned, dramatizing his soreness.
“I gotta run to training, baby,” he murmured, sitting up, his voice hesitant. “But you know, like… where stuff is, or… I don’t know,” he added with a shy laugh, glancing over at you.
“It’s fine,” you assured him, trying to mask the slight guilt you felt for even being at his place. “I can let myself out.” You shyly told him. But Trent shook his head, looking at you earnestly.
“Nah, I don’t mean that. I meant…” He paused, then took a deep breath. “If you want, you could… hang out, y’know? Till I get back.” A small, hopeful smile played on his lips. He wanted more than just a hook-up, but he also didn’t want to push you too much, too soon. There was a fine line here. You knew each other so well already so it was hard to find the right medium.
“Okay…” you replied softly, rolling over and nuzzling deeper into his bed, feeling the comforting scent of him on the sheets. It was the softest, most comfortable place you’d ever been, and every inch of you wanted to stay wrapped in that feeling. Trent leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade, lingering just a moment. He rested his forehead there, warm and content. The quiet promise hung between you both, and when he finally pulled away, the smile on his face mirrored your own. This was everything you’d ever dreamed of.
That night and the following day made everything very real for you. You would text but it was tense. Not in a negative way, just in a dangerous way. It was flirty but cautious. Neither of you knew what the other wanted out of this. It was insane you were doing this, risking it all, but it felt far too forward to just jump into something like dating. It was hard not to wonder if this was all just a physical thrill for him. He could get any girl, so why just use you for that… But in any case you weren’t exactly going to stop him. The two times you had sex were the best of your life. The days after would unfold in a series of stolen glances and held-back smiles, a mix of excitement and uncertainty hovering between you and Trent. Now that you both knew how good the sex was, you made sure not to spend too much time alone, knowing full well how easily things would spiral. Whenever he’d text you something cheeky, it’d leave you grinning and tense all at once. The messages bounced back and forth, his words flirty but guarded, your responses mirroring the same cautious playfulness. Both of you circled around what you wanted, but neither quite daring to define it. The tension simmered, unspoken questions lingering. Did he just want something physical? Was this a fling, or was he holding back for the same reasons you were? A small part of you worried, wondering if he saw this as a thrill, something exciting but ultimately fleeting. But another part of you couldn’t let it go—not when the chemistry felt this real, this undeniable. Not after some of the things he’d said to you. So you found yourself slipping further into it… into him, savoring the anticipation, not ready to pull back even as you held on tightly to the ‘what ifs.’ For now, neither of you were stopping, and maybe that was all that mattered.
One evening, you returned home from a dinner with friends, laughter still lingering on your lips when you saw him there…Trent, perched at the kitchen island next to your brother, Jack. The ease you'd felt moments ago fizzled into something else entirely, a mix of excitement and nerves. You hadn't expected him to be here tonight, and the realization set off a charge between you that felt impossible to ignore. Trent's eyes found yours the second you walked in, and you saw something flicker in his gaze. The cocky confidence he usually wore so easily faltered; he swallowed, letting his eyes flutter closed for just a second, as if seeing you threw him off balance. He knew he should've texted to give you a heads-up, but he didn't know the rules any more than you did. Were there rules at all? There had been no conversations, no ‘what are we doing’ talks, only late-night touches and whispered promises that lingered like secrets. Now, here he was, in your space again, and the unspoken tension between you felt all the more real with Jack in the room.
Jack was hunched over, engrossed in a tub of ice cream as he scooped out of it directly with a spoon, clearly settled in the comforts of his own home. You walked over and playfully swiped a bit off the lid, the cold against your finger a welcome distraction as you licked it off. The whole time, you could feel Trent's gaze tracking every movement, his stare so intense you almost felt heat radiate off him. When you glanced up, his eyes were fixed on you, almost as if willing himself to look away. You sucked on your finger pretending to be innocent purring a ‘yum.’ He shut his eyes briefly, as though watching you was more than he could bear. Once the ice cream was cleanly off your finger and you knew Trent was locked in you casually peeled off the sweatshirt you had on, too aware of the way your shirt underneath it clung to your frame and you wanted to show him just that. As you pulled the jumper over your head, the fabric of your top underneath rose up, you watched as Trent's jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to the bare skin revealed beneath the hem. He mouthed ‘stop; at you, his eyes pleading, though his lips hinted at a smirk, like he was caught between amusement and frustration. You couldn't help but return the smirk, leaning into the innocence of the moment while savoring the effect it had on him. As you moved to brush past Trent's kitchen island stool, your hand slid against the cool countertop, steadying you as you sent him a flirtatious look. Jack, completely oblivious but mildly annoyed by your stealing swipe, reached for the ice cream tub and turned to walk back over to the freezer to put it away with a small grumble. Tren wasn't having your teasing though. As Jack’s back turned, his hand shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer with enough possessiveness to make your breath catch. His fingers pressed into your side, holding you in place as he leaned in, his voice low and rough against your ear.
"Stop it," he whispered, his words a command masked in a tease, his breath hot against your skin. His smirk was still there, but you could sense he was barely keeping his composure. You swallowed, feeling his grip tighten ever so slightly, each inch between you charged with electricity. “Thought you liked being a good girl f’me?” His voice was soft, teasing, and you felt his fingers flex against your waist. He chuckled under his breath. His fingers slid from your waist just as Jack shut the refrigerator door, your cheeks flushed as you stepped back, trying to steady your breathing and maintain the playful pretense. But the truth was, every touch, every glance was unraveling the control you'd both been clinging to. Jack turned back around, oblivious once more, but you and Trent exchanged another look, the kind that said everything you couldn't out loud. The thrill was undeniable, but beneath it all was a question that neither of you wanted to ask-was this just a game, or was there something more? And with Jack so close, both of you knew one thing: the stakes were only getting higher.
You headed up to your room, turning down the invitation to join Jack, Trent, and their friends who’d since come over for another movie night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but being in the same room as Trent right now—so close, yet unable to act on how you felt—seemed like torture. And in addition to that torture you couldn’t do this to Jack. The touches in the kitchen were already unfair. Not in his own home. You needed space to cool down, away from the tension that always sparked whenever Trent was near. But once upstairs, your phone buzzed. It was Trent, and just seeing his name on your screen made your heart race.
The message read, casual but with an undertone you couldn’t quite place. You smirked, already forming a response in your head.
You replied, keeping it short and sweet, trying to play it cool. You didn’t want him to think you were avoiding him, even if part of you was. Seconds later, another buzz.
You couldn’t help but laugh. It was a little inside joke between you two. Trent always teased you about your habit of talking through films, but secretly, you knew he liked your commentary and questions. And now, you definitely knew he liked your company. Your fingers hovered over the screen as you typed out a response, trying to ignore how giddy you felt.
His next message came in almost immediately, and it stopped you in your tracks.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to read it twice just to make sure you weren’t imagining things. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking? You stared at your phone, biting your lip as a wave of nervous excitement washed over you. This wasn’t a casual hangout invite—it felt like something more. Something you’d both been skirting around for too long. Your mind raced as you considered how to respond, trying to balance your excitement with the need to not come off too eager. You didn’t think it was a date but it was hanging out alone and not some sort of drunk lustful afterthought.
You finally typed, keeping your tone light, though inside, your pulse quickened. You didn’t want to give away how much this meant to you—not yet. You were relieved Trent’s reply came fast.
You flopped back onto your bed, covering your face with a pillow to muffle the excited squeal that escaped your lips. Your legs kicked the air as your mind raced. Was this really happening? The thought of being alone with him, away from prying eyes, sent a thrill through you that you couldn’t quite suppress. You typed out your next reply, trying to keep your cool.
You typed feeling mildly braver.
Trent texted back, simple, direct, and flirty… and perfect. All of it somehow made it even more exciting. You tossed your phone onto the bed, rolling over as a grin spread across your face. You couldn’t even play it cool on the outside, inside, you were buzzing but your texts read calm… at least you hoped they did. Regardless, Trent and you had just decided the line was officially gone and you couldn’t wait to see what happened now.
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The Tin
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The sobbing had quieted down to sniffles and eventually stopped. Vince had carried on rubbing his finger down the tiny back through the towel hoping it was helping the little guy calm down. His mind was racing with so many questions. Who was this impossibly small man? Where had he come from? And how had he ended up tied in such an inhumane way and dumped on a shelf in a shop?
He wasn't even sure if the little man could speak English but he carried on saying gentle reassurances and hoping that maybe when he'd calmed down enough Vince might get some answers. When the tiny head peeked out Vince couldn't help but smile even though it didn't last very long before it disappeared back beneath the fabric.
"That's ok little guy, you can hide for as long as you like. You've clearly had a very bad day..." Wow way to go Vince he thought to himself. The poor guys been kidnapped and scared half to death that's a bit worse than a bad day.
"How about a drink?" Vince asked "would you like some water? Or some food? Are you hungry?"
The little head peeked out briefly to nod before disappearing again
"Ok let me see what I can rustle up" Vince said with a smile. He poked through his recycling box and found a bottle cap and a jar lid. He gave them both a good clean and filled the cap with water. It would be more like drinking from a bucket than a cup but it would have to do for now. On the jar lid he put a small piece of bread and a crumb of cheese. He had no idea what the little man would eat but something basic seemed like a good start. He slid both containers over to where the tiny man sat on the table before sitting back in his chair.
"I hope this is OK, I can make you something else if you like"
After a moment the tiny head emerged again this time followed by two tiny arms as the man reached for the water. His eyes never left Vince as he managed to lift the bottle cap and take a long drink. When he reached for the bread and started to nibble on it Vince thought it was as good a time as any to try communicating more
"Can you understand me?" He asked.
A hesitant nod was his reply
"My name is Vince. What's yours?"
The little man looked terrified at having to speak but Vince waited patiently for him to gather the nerve
"Michael" was the quiet reply
"I'm very pleased to meet you Michael! Is the food OK? Would you rather have something else?"
The tiny man - Michael shook his head and reached for the cheese as if he was worried it would be taken from him.
"Can you tell me what you are? Where did you come from? How did you end up stuck in that awful tin?"
Michael looked overwhelmed with the sudden onslaught of questions and Vince thought he might dive back under the tea towel
"Sorry," said Vince. "You don't have to answer all that right now. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Michael hesitated but then shook his head.
"Ok that's good, I didn't hurt you taking that tape off did I? I tried to be as gentle as I could"
Michael rubbed his wrists where the skin was bright red and irritated from the tape but again he just shook his head.
Vince sighed this poor little guy clearly didn't trust him and was probably worried about being hurt more. When Michael had finished eating Vince tried again
"How about I get you some cream for your skin? It might help if it's a bit sore"
Michael looked like he might cry again but gave the slightest nod of his head. Vince stood and went to fetch his tube of ointment. He returned quickly and squeezed a little from the tube into the cap before sliding it in front of Michael.
"Try this, just rub a little bit into your skin where the tape was"
He watched fascinated as tiny fingers dipped in the cream and started to rub gently around his ankles where the skin looked red.
"Do you have somewhere you want me to take you?"
Michael looked up puzzled
"Erm I mean if you have a family or something I could take you home if you want? I'm sure they'll be worried about you" Vince explained
Michael just shook his head sadly "no, no-one"
"Oh, I'm sorry. But you can stay here for as long as you like!" Vince saw the fear creeping back into Michael's face. "Not that you have to!" He clarified "I'm not gonna force you or anything but to be fair you look absolutely shattered. At least stay the night, I'm sure everything will seem better in the morning"
Before he could say a word a yawn escaped Michael answering for him. "Ok, thank you" said Michael
"Great!" Said Vince excitedly "let me go find something comfy for you"
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Sasuke's monologue ch. 698
Fasten Your Seatbelts. I'm warning you, this is one hell of a emotional ride.
Y'all know that Japanese people prefer to express things indirectly. They're tend to be more comfortable with indirect communication. To avoid embarrassment and conflict, they prefer to use more roundabout ways of expressing opinions. You don't have to admit things directly because that's impolite. Even if Japanese people want to say "no" in their mind, they are often afraid that the person they are talking with might feel bad if they say so. So, usually they may pretend to go along with what someone said to them. Japanese people in particular show interest in a person or topic they are not really interested in, in order to protect their conversational partner's feelings. This might be annoying to some foreigners, but that’s the culture. So for example:
1. Wanna go out to for a drink??
a) Thanks, I'm good. b) Erm... Okay
These are two ways to politely reject without a flat-out NO. If you are unclear about whether it is a "yes" or "no, pay attention to their nonverbal expressions, pay attention to what they are saying, their subtle body language, their hesitation and also changing the subject are really means 'No'. Manners, etiquete, and mutual respect play an important role in Japanese society. Don't forget this polite mind is avoided in certain circumstances. For example, if you find yourself approached by a suspicious person on the train or bus or on the street, or if you find yourself in an unpleasant situation in general, put yourself first and don't worry about someone else's feelings.
Okay. So, most people will get offended if you are too direct. You should be more careful while being generally open to your thoughts, feelings, and opinions. And here Sasuke was like, 'I'm going with all of these.' His speech was so so so direct that even Japanese people would not dare to say so.
{ I added some additional notes in the 'Meaning section'. Hope this is helpful!!}
Panel - 1
Raw: ・・・ナルト・・・ お前が昔... 常に一人でいるのは知っていた
Romaji: Naruto.... Omae ga mukashi ... tsuneni... Hitori de iru no wa.... shitteita
Literal: Naruto.... I knew... in the past... You were always alone...
Raw: 生き残ったうちはのオレと同じで里で皆に疎外されていたな...
Romaji: ikinokotta uchiha no ore to onajide sato de mina ni... sogai sareteitana …
Literal: survived.... me from the uchiha... and you just like me, by everyone in the village.... we were alienated.
Panel-2
Raw: バカなことをしては わざと叱られようと していた ・・・
Romaji: bakana koto o shite wa wazato shikarareyō to shiteita …
Literal: Doing idiotic/foolish things on purpose for trying to be get scolded...
Raw: 他人と関わる 為だろう・・・
Romaji: tanin to kakawaru tamedarō ・・・
Literal: just for interacting with others...
Raw: 最初はそんな お前を見て くだらない奴だと 思った
Romaji: saisho wa sonna omae o mite kudaranai yatsuda to omotta
Literal: In the beginning, when I watching you like that, I thought you were a stupid/worthless guy
Raw: じゃれたいだけの 弱い奴だと
Romaji: jaretai dake no yowai yatsuda to
Literal: The type of weak guy who only just wants to be playful.
[[ When we keep an eye on someone or something, we watch it carefully and pay attention to it. And observes the person's behavior. That's what Sasuke was doing here. At that time, even when he was still a small kid, Sasuke properly "analyzed" why he was interested/curious in Naruto...]]
Meanings
• 昔 (mukashi) - old times, old days, former, in the past.
• 常に (tsuneni) - Constantly, always, all the time, all of the time.
• 一人でいる (hitori de) - alone, oneself, lonely
• 知っていた (shiteita) is used when you "already" knew something.
• 生き残った (ikinokotta) - to survive
• 同じで (onajide) - same, just like
• 疎外(sogai)- estrangement; neglect; alienation; casting out
• 叱られる (shikarareru) - to be scolded
• わざと(wazato) - on purpose; intentionally; deliberately
• 関わる(kakawaru) it means as interacting with people
• くだらない (kudaranai) - good-for-nothing; stupid; trivial; worthless
• 最初 (saisho) - beginning; first
• 見て(mite) - to see; to look; to watch; to view; to observe; to keep an eye on
• じゃれたい (jaretai) - to be playful; to mess around; to gambol; to be amused (with something); to play
• だけ (dake) - only; just; alone; merely; that’s all
• が (ga) prt. - Ga marks the subject of a sentence when the information expressed by the subject is first introduced in a discourse. Wa replaces ga when the subject is a topic or a contrasted element.
Ga conj. - But. It makes a sentence unit with the preceding sentence, not with the following sentence. Thus, it is wrong to place a comma before ga or to start a sentence with ga. Daga, dakedo, demo, shikashi and keredomo express the same idea as ga.
Panel-1
Raw: ・・・だが 何度も バカをして 叱られている お前をずっと見ていると
Romaji: ...daga, nando mo baka o shite shikarareteiru... omae o... zutto miteiruto...
Literal: But, over and over again, you would get scolded for doing stupid things... I was keep watching you this whole time...
Raw: ・・・なぜだか 気になるように なった
Romaji: ... nazedaka ki ni naru yō ni natta
Literal: For some reason/without knowing why, somehow.... I became as anxious and worried (about you).
Panel-2
Raw: その時思った ・・・
Romaji: sono toki omotta...
Literal: At that time I thought....
Raw: お前の弱さがだんだんオレに 染まってきたんだと
Romaji: omae no yowasa ga dandan ore ni somatte kitanda to
Literal: your weakness gradually came to taint me.
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Raw: それからのお前を見る度にど んどん気になるようになっていった
Romaji: sore kara no omae o miru tabi ni dondon ki ni naru yō ni natteitta
Literal: And then, steadily, every time I saw you, I (my heart/mind) became uneasy....
(It means that Sasuke become uneasy when Naruto were on his mind)
Raw: 他人と繋がろうと必死なお前を見ていると
Romaji: tanin to tsunagarō to hisshina omae o miteiruto
Literal: I was watching you desperately trying to be connected to other people...
Raw: オレの家族を思い出すようになった
Romaji: ore no kazoku o omoidasu yō ni natta
Literal: (Because of that) I began to remember my family.
(Bcuz of Naruto's actions, it made him remember his family)
Meanings
• 気になる(kininaru) - to be on one's mind, to worry one, to care about, to be bothered by, to feel uneasy, to be anxious
[[ 気になる (kininaru) means something/someone - interests you/ makes you think about it/them/ catches your attention / makes you feel curious, Something/Someone - bothers you / makes you curious/ interests you, Someone/something - you worry about / you be concerned about. "kininaru" is a verb meaning "care", "recognize", and sometimes "like". So, Kininaru is often used for romantic interests. Here, Sasuke repeats that he gets worried/anxious/uneasy whenever he sees or thinks about Naruto. It affecting him very strongly and powerfully. So, when Sasuke says this it means whenever he sees Naruto, his heart suddenly feels heavy and it hurts him emotionally. ]]
• As you can see, Sasuke tried very hard to be acknowledged by his parents... here Naruto was trying his best to get attention from others to show his 'existence'. So he knows how painful it is. And moreover he was watching him. So, seeing Naruto hurt, it terribly hurts Sasuke too.
• なぜだか (nazedaka) - somehow; for some reason; without knowing why
• ずっと (zutto) - continuously in some state (for a long time, distance); throughout; all along; the whole time; all the way; much (better, etc.); by far; far and away; far away; long ago; direct; straight
• だんだん (dondon) - gradually
• 弱さ (yowasa) - weakness
• 染まる(somaru) - to be tainted; to be infected
• 気に (tabini) - each time; everytime; whenever (something happens); on the occasion of
• 繋がろう (tsunagarō) - to be tied together; to be connected to; to be linked to; to lead to; to be related to; to be related (by blood)
• 必死な (hisshina) - frantic; desperate; inevitable death
• 家族 (kazoku) - family; members of a family
Panel-1
Raw: そしてなぜだか安心したんだ
Romaji: soshite nazeda ka anshin shita nda
Literal: And then... without knowing why, somehow.... I felt relieved.
Panel-2
Raw: だがそれは ... 同時に弱さだと思った
Romaji: daga sore wa... dōjini yowa sada to omotta
Literal: But... at the same time... I thought It was a weakness.
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Raw: オレはその弱さから 逃げるように修業をした…
Romaji: ore wa sono yowa sa kara nigeru yō ni... shūgyō o shita …
Literal: So that, In order to escape from that weakness... I trained...
Raw: 兄への復讐の為に ... 兄より強くなる為に
Romaji: ani e no fukushū no tame ni... ani yori tsuyoku naru tame ni
Literal: for the sake to get revenge on my brother... for the sake of becoming stronger than my older brother
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Raw: なのにお前と 同じ班に なっちまった…
Romaji: nanoni omae to onaji han ni natchimatta
Literal: And yet... I ended up in the same team as you...
Raw: そしてまた 家族が チラつく...
Romaji: soshite mata kazoku ga chiratsuku ...
Literal: And then... again, my family flickered (through my mind)
[ It is noted that since ellipsis is common in Japanese, Japanese sentences are often ambiguous in isolation. "Flickering" in this sentence means ''Flicker into someone's mind".]
Meanings
• When Sasuke uses 弱さ (yowasa) it shows his degree of weakness / how weak he is. He directly admits that Naruto is becoming his physical/mental/emotional weakness.
• Naruto, who reminds of his “family" and also becomes his "weakness" that is something that Sasuke wants to escape from.... so, he trained hard to escape from that 'weakness'. When Sasuke said "I ended up in the same team as him", it means that Sasuke was "extremely conscious" of Naruto... He ran away and tried to escape from his 'weakness', but as he tried to escape, fate brought him back to where he tried to escape his 'weakness'. It's okay to mention his family once , but he constantly repeating that Naruto reminds him of his family... I think that means that Sasuke was starting to see Naruto as family.
• そして (soshite) - and; and then. (It is a coordinate conjunction that connects two sentences.)
• なぜだか (nazedaka)- somehow; for some reason; I don't know why; without knowing why
• 安心した (anshinshita) - relieved
[[ 安心 as "relief" or "peace of mind". 安心 has the kanji for safe and heart. It means peace of mind your heart is at ease.]]
• 復讐 (Fukushū) - revenge
• の為に (no tame ni) - for the sake of
• 逃げる (nigeru) - to escape; to run away
• 修業 (shūgyō) - pursuit of knowledge, studying,learning, training, completing a course
• なのに (nanomi) - and yet; despite this; but even so; but even then; however; nevertheless; for all that; notwithstanding that
• 班 (han) - group; party; team; squad; section
• また (mata)- again; and; also; still (doing something)
• チラつく (chiratsuku) - to flicker; to flit; to litter; to be dazzled
Panel-1
Raw: 火影になりたいとほざくお前と一緒に任務をこなし...
Romaji: hokage ni naritai to hozaku omae to issho ni ninmu o konashi ...
Literal: (you) babbling on wanting to become hokage... and (I) went on missions together (with you) ...
Raw: 互いに 強くなって いくのを 実感した オレは いつしか
Romaji: tagaini tsuyoku natteiku no o jikkan shita, ore wa itsushika...
Literal: Before I knew it, I truly felt that (we) were both mutually going towards getting stronger ....
Panel-2
Raw: お前とも闘いたいとそう 思うようにもなった
Romaji: omae to mo tatakaitai to sō omou yō ni mo natta
Literal: (I) really thought that I want to fight you too.
[[ Here, Sasuke using 思う (omou) - It means 'to think'. When you 'think', it comes from your heart (inner thoughts), rather than your head. 思う is used for "thinking from the heart," it is a better fit for reactions. It shows the current feeling. The subtlety of "thinking" is that you are "emotionally paying attention" to the object. ]]
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Raw: そして オレは七班に己の家族の影を見るようになっていた ...
Romaji: soshite ore wa nana han ni onore no kazoku no kage o miru yō ni natteita ...
Literal: And then I.... in team7, began to see the silhouette of my own family.
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Raw: だから... お前の苦しむ姿を見る度...そう... オレも---
Romaji: dakara... omae no kurushimu sugata o miru tabi ... sō... ore mo...
Literal: That's why... Every time I saw you appearing to be suffering... that's right.. I, too...
Raw: オレが痛くなったんだ
Romaji: ore ga itaku natta nda
Literal: I became pained.
[[ Sasuke using 痛く which means he's in such intense pain, that words couldn't explain how much it was. The magnitude of the 'extreme pain' greatly affects both his body and mind. The choice of kanji (痛く) Kishimoto given to Naruto & Sasuke when they express their feelings, it screams how much terribly they hurt, but it's not just 'pain'. I've already talked here about Kishimoto expressing other characters' pain with 「痛い」 The word 痛い (itai) can be used in many situations. It means 'ouch' or 'hurt'. You can point out to any body part to say something is in 'pain' eg: 足が痛い (ashi ga itai) - my leg hurts. You can use 痛い when recovering from a bitter past, experiencing something unpleasant in the past, or feeling pain. Here, Sasuke uses オレ = 痛く, and what I'm saying is that Japanese people don't say it that way. What he said literally meant 'I'm hurt'. But you have to say your (body part ) is hurt. Neither of them saying which part of their body was hurting, but their pain was excruciating. It is worth noting how Kishimoto expresses their feelings and pain in spoken language.]]
Meanings
• いつしか (itsushika) - before one knows; unnoticed; unawares
• 実感した - real feeling; actual feeling; to actually feel; to have a real feeling (that ...); to experience personally
• 互いに - mutually; with each other; reciprocally; together
• いく ( iku) - to go (towards)
• 闘い (tatakai) - battle; fight; struggle; conflict
• そう (sou) - so; really; seeming; appearing that; seeming that; looking like; having the appearance of
• 強く(tsuyoku) - strongly, powerfully, hard
Panel-1
Raw: お前の痛みが分かった時初めて仲間と思えた
Romaji: omae no itami ga wakatta toki hajimete nakama to omoeta
Literal: When I understood your pain, that was when I began to think of you as a friend
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Raw: そしてその反面急激に強くなっていくお前をほっておけなくなったどんどん強くなっていくお前を見て... オレは ...
Romaji: soshite sono hanmen... kyūgeki ni tsuyoku natteiku omae o hotte okenaku natta... dondon tsuyoku natteiku omae o mite... ore wa...
Literal: But then, on the other hand, you suddenly become stronger... I became (unable) to ignore it.. I watched you steadily get stronger... I ....
[[Naruto suddenly becomes stronger and stronger in front of his eyes, so that he can't ignore the progress that is happening in Naruto in order to reach him.]]
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[Flashback- Naruto🍥]
Raw: オレだっていつもお前が一人なのは 知ってた
Romaji: ore datte itsumo omae ga hitori nano wa shitteta
Literal: I always knew you were... alone.
Raw: 同じような奴がいるって安心した・・・
Romaji: onaji yōna yatsu ga iru tte anshinshita ・・・
Literal: There was someone similar to me.... I was relieved...
Raw: すぐに話しかけたかった・・・なんだかうれしくてよ!
Romaji: sugu ni hanashikaketakatta ・・・ nandaka ureshikuteyo !
Literal: I immediately wanted to talk to you... Somehow/somewhat (I felt) happy!!
(Here when Naruto says なんだか (nandaka), it conveys a sense of vagueness, a sense of not knowing quite why or how the current situation came about. Naruto felt happy, for some reason but he didn't know why he felt that.)
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Raw: けどそりゃ止めた... 何でもできるお前がうらやましくて… オレのライバルに決めた!
Romaji: kedo sorya tometa... nandemo dekiru omae ga urayamashikute… ore no raibaru ni kimeta !
Literal: However, I stopped (myself).... You can do anything... I was jealous (of you). I decided you would be my rival !
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Raw: お前はオレの目標になった
Romaji: omae wa ore no mokuhyō ni natta
Literal: You became my "goal".
Raw: 何にもなかったオレがつながりを 持てた
Romaji: nani ni mo nakatta ore ga tsunagari o moteta
Literal: I, who had nothing... had a "bond".
Meanings
• 反面 (hanmen) - while, although; on the other hand
• 急激 (kyuugeki) - sudden; precipitous; radical
• 強く(tsuyoku) - strongly, powerfully, hard
• 時 (toki) literally means 'time'. It is usually used after dependent clauses in the sense of "when" and not as a question of "when."
• 初めて (hajimete) means 'for the first time'
• ほって おけ (hotteoke) - to leave alone; to leave as is; to ignore; to neglect
• ように (youni) takes on various meanings in different expressions, including seems, similar to, just like, for the purpose of, so as. In its basic form ように means 'looks like' or 'similar to'. When ような is found at the end of a sentence, it takes on the meaning of a wish, hope, or prayer for something to happen.
• 安心した (anshinshita) - relieved
In the flashback (ch.485), Sasuke remembers what Naruto said in that glittering space (Idk what to call it), and Naruto uses the word 'Anshinshita' when revealing his feelings. Naruto says the exact same thing Sasuke says he felt when he saw Naruto. 安心 as "relief" or "peace of mind". 安心 has the kanji for 'safe' and 'heart'. So it means "peace of mind your heart is at ease".
In Vote 1 Naruto had used the word 『 安心したんだ 』 ' anshinshitanda' in his monologue and now he was talking about 'it' face to face with Sasuke.
In case you're wondering, Naruto's monologue and in Sasuke's monologue both use 'Anshinshita + Nda'. んだ (nda) is used at the end of sentences. んだ is a casual and preferred in speaking. んだ- One way in which it often does this is by emphasizing the feelings of the speaker.
• すぐに (sugu ni) - immediately; right away; instantly
• うれしくて (ureshikute) - happy; glad; pleased; delighted; overjoyed
• 話 can be used as any of the following English words: talk; speech; chat; conversation. They are basically all referring to the same thing.
• けど (kedo) - used to show the contrast: but; however; although; even though
• 何でもできる(nandemo dekiru) - (someone) can do anything.
• 決めた (kimeta) - to decide; to choose; to determine; to make up one's mind
• 目標" which means "goal", "target", "aim", "mark"
• 何にも (nannimo) - nothing
• つながり- Bond
Panel-1
Raw: 第七班で任務やってよ・・・ お前みたく強くかっこよくなりたくてずっとお前の後を追いかけてた
Romaji: dai nana han de ninmu yatteyo... omae mitaku tsuyoku kakkoyoku naritakute zutto omae no ato o oikaketeta
Literal: Doing missions... With team 7.... I watched you becoming stronger and cooler. All along, I was chasing after you/following you (to be like you).
_END OF FLASHBACK 🍥_
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Raw: 逆だ... 本当はオレがうらやましかったんだ
Romaji: gyakuda ... hontōwa ore ga urayamashikatta nda
Literal: It was the opposite... (The fact is that) I was the one who was jealous (of you).
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Raw: オレには無い強さがあったから…
Romaji: ore ni wa nai tsuyo sa ga attakara...
Literal: Because you had a strength that I didn't have...
Meanings
• 逆 (gyaku) means "reverse" or "opposite
•本当は (hontōwa) means actually. And it means that the person who says 本当は has some other things in mind that they really want to do. But instead of revealing their true feelings/desires, they have lied and said something different, but they regret it and are now trying to be authentic about themselves and about their true feelings. That's why Sasuke says he was jealous of Naruto.
• 羨ましい (うらやましい) urayamashii : an i-adjective meaning ‘jealous’. urayamashikatta – 羨ましかった (うらやましかった) : the 'ta' form of “urayamashii”, meaning ‘was jealous’ or ‘were jealous’.
• かっこよく(kakkoyoku) - attractive; good-looking; stylish; cool; handsome
[[ かっこう (Kakkou) : a noun meaning ‘appearance’. いい (ii) : an i-adjective meaning ‘good'. The both components joins and literally means ‘appearance good’. Naruto Using かっこよく (kakkoyoku). よく ( = yoku) is an adverb form of いい ( = ii). If you notice in the expression “kakko ii” the “u” is dropped. The “u” has also been dropped at the the end of “kakkou.” You can also write it only in hiragana, as かっこいい (kakkoii), or in full katakana, as カッコイイ (kakkoii). However, when it is spoken, it is usually pronounced as かっこいい (no "う").. That's why it's usually written as "かっこいい" and "カッコイイ" (without う・ウ, respectively) in hiragana and katakana. Kakkoii can be described as being: 1. “Cool” ( can be be expressed as - something physically present meets your enthusiastic approval), and 2. “Hot” (can be expressed as- a man whose appearance is overwhelmingly pleasing to you). Kakkoii is also used as an interjection when seeing something cool or finding a man attractive. The final い (i) sound in kakkoii is often lengthened depending on the speaker's enthusiasm. If you are speaking with more formal language you should use “kakko ii” instead of “kakkou ii". You can use this (kakkoyoku) expression in the adverbial form.
In ch. 285 When Sakura compared Sasuke to Sai, Naruto used 方がカッコイイ (hō ga kakkoī) means 'Sasuke's way more cooler'. It was good to see what Naruto thought of him fully presented in front of Sasuke. ]
• 強く (tsuyoku) - strongly, powerfully, hard
• 追いかけて (oikakete) is a conjunction of the verb 追いかける means to chase someone or follow after someone/something
Panel-1
Raw: お前はいつもオレの前を歩いてやがった...
Romaji: omae wa itsumo... ore no mae o... aruite yagatta ...
Literal: You were always... walking in front of me...
Raw: まるでかつての兄さんのように----
Romaji: marude katsute no nīsan no yō ni ----
Literal: Just like my former older brother....
Panel-2
Raw: そして... 今日も...
Romaji: soshite... kyō mo ...
Literal: And then... today (also) ...
Meanings
• いつも (itsumo) - always; usually; every time; never
• 歩いて (aruite) - to walk
• 前を(mae o) - If someone keeps walking in front of you for some time, を should be used as a location marker, because he is keeping inside your 前.
• かつての (Katsuteno) - former
• まるで (marude) - entirely, quite; completely; just like, so to speak, as though, as if
• そして (soshite) - and; and then; thus; and now
• 今日も (kyō mo) - today also
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do either cas or gort get insecure/worried about the other leaving them? i don't know if gorts the type to be insecure, and while cas seems overconfident he also seems very... unstable in that.. would either of them ever say something (accidentally or on purpose?) to make the other self conscious/paranoid they'd leave?
yeah they both have quite the issues with it to be honest😭
for Cas it’s very, very extreme tbh. yeag he’s cocky and a narcissist but he’s insanely insecure and unstable as a person. This is not about like superficial things it’s about the fact that due to him pretty much only ever having been valued for his looks and you know sexual skill as an incubus he’s actually subconsciously always scared of not being enough as a person if the looks or the sex ever falls away since knowing that would also be the one thing that could totally break him. with that in mind Cas is like… extremely jealous to the extent where it’s a big reason of why he’s trying to make Gortash fat too. And on top of that it doesn’t actually matter how often Gortash might tell him that he’s the only one that could ever matter to him or whatever because Cas will never quite believe that due to his own issues with himself and stuff, so he’s also extremely erm… volatile when it comes to Gortash mentioning others or even past lovers, anything really. And yes Gortash does this sometimes even if he ends up regretting it mostly but there’s something to be said about him just being used to use a person’s weaknesses against them so it just… slips out sometimes tbh😖
Gortash has insecurities regarding this too but it stems from different things namely the fact that he, deep down and he would never admit this, knows that Cas is kind of out of his league. And I don’t just mean this look-wise right I mean that Cas is a literal devil that is on his best way to overthrow a god. It’s not that I see Gortash as an insecure person really, he’s incredibly arrogant and proud of his achievements as well but theres something to be said about Cas being the person he loves bringing out that tiny bit of doubt and inferiority within him, if that makes sense. Aside from that Cas isn’t someone that would make him doubt that he’d leave him for someone else or smth like that because with Cas… u can really tell that he’s not even giving anyone else time. To me Cas has many people around him nd flirting with him and whatever at all times like when they’re at events and such (especially since he’s not seen as a ruler) not even just for looks but he also has a weirdly attractive charme to him due to him still vaguely acting like an incubus. But even with that it’s like… he always manages to make Gortash be the only one that feels special, he’ll always just be around Gortash and he’ll always just turn his gaze to Gortash and he’ll only ever smile for Gortash. So it’s nothing that he says that kinda makes Gortash worried it’s Gortash's own feelings but also, aside from that, the fact that Cas is a person that tends to just leave and run away to avoid things. As in if they fight or if Gortash hurts Cas he will literally vanish off the face of the world for a while and I suppose theres a part in Gortash that is afraid that one day he will fuck up and Cas just never returns again
#blakemail#long post#gortcas lore#cas probably considers chaining him to the bed once a week lets not lie here
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Butler's Halloween / Chapter 7 - Haures's Hospitality
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Haures: "Welcome, dear guest. Please enjoy the party at our mansion to the fullest. If you need anything, you can always call me."
> "Th-thank you…"
Lucas: (Fufu, my lord…) (Egoistic guest, okay? E-go-is-tic ♪)
Behind Haures is Lucas who winks mischievously at me. ...I decided to be bold and play the role that Lucas asked me to play, so that Haures can practice.
> " 'I-I'd like something to drink~' "
Haures: "A drink. Of course. We have alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks available. Which would you prefer?"
> " 'Alcoholic drink then…' "
Haures: "An alcoholic drink. We will have it ready in a moment.
Sorry to keep you waiting, dear guest. I have your liquor. Is there anything else you'd like?"
> " 'Erm… have a drink with me?' "
Haures: "Do you want me to join you...? My apologies. I appreciate the invitation, but... I am still at work right now... I am afraid alcohol is not allowed."
> " 'Don't say that' "
Haures: "My apologies. There are other guests here. If you need anything else, you can always call me. Now, if you'll excuse me."
> " 'Ah, Haures…' "
Trudge… trudge… trudge…
Haures: "........... Phew…. What do you think about that just now, Mr. Lucas?"
Lucas: "Yup ♪ That's just like you, Haures. You were very attentive."
Bastien: "You were able to turn down the guest's unreasonable request with ease…"
Haures: "Yeah… But it was very hard for me to refuse the lord's request, even if it was an act."
> "Don't worry about it that much"
Haures: "Y-yes... I know it in my head. However, when I realize that the one I'm talking with is the lord... I would immediately treat them specially. I tried to be mindful and treat them equally with other guests."
Lucas: "Fufu… That's very typical of Haures, the perfectionist. But, you know… Haures, you are right in your attitude of 'treating guests equally'... But I think you could satisfy them even more if you were a little more creative in the way you're refusing ♪"
Haures: "The way I refuse...?"
Lucas: "Yup. Because some of the guests at the party might be nobles."
Bastien: "Nobles? Don't they hate us? So, they won't come, right?"
Haures: "That's true."
Lucas: "No, no… Bastien, Haures. You have more secret admirers than you think, you know? Remember that time at the ball where all the nobles were gathered? Noblewomen were always coming up to you, right? Do you remember that, my lord?"
> "When I just came here, right?" > "Vaguely…"
Haures: "That's true when you put it like that…"
Lucas: "So… It's totally possible that the nobles will come."
Bastien: "I see... That makes sense."
Lucas: "Well then, let's get back to the matter at hand... What egoistic noble guests want is not equal treatment, but 'special treatment'. Even if that is not the case, it's important to make them feel that way, that 'I am the only one being treated specially', like that ♪"
Haures: "I see what you mean… It's true, if you ask me, but... It seems kind of difficult to actually do it."
Lucas: "It's not that difficult ♪ It can be something like this, for example:
*Close-up* 'Thank you very much for your kind words, dear guest.' 'I'd love to join you for a party if I could…' 'Unfortunately, there are other guests at the party. And...' 'If I keep a wonderful person like you all to myself... I would be scolded by other guests.'
'So, if possible… Please bear with me a little.' 'I'll be patient too. Let's do our best ♪'
...And so on ♪"
> "Amazing…"
Haures: "I see... You're refusing and pleasing them at the same time…"
Bastien: "I could never do that…"
Lucas: "That's not true. The point is that you just have to make them 'feel special'. It's up to each person to decide how they want to do it ♪ Well then, Haures. Would you like to try again?"
Haures; "O-okay.... I'll try to act out the 'special' feel.
*Close-up* Erm… dear guest. Thank you very much for your kind words. I'd like to be there with you too, but... we have other guests.
Oh, that's right. To make up for not being able to be there with you… Here is a rose. I'm sorry… please take it as if it were me.
I'll be here as soon as I can. Well then, see you later… ..........What do you think?"
> "I think I can feel the feeling special, and it's good"
Lucas: "Nice one, Haures! It's a great way to make someone feel special."
Bastien: "I could never do that..."
Haures: "Yeah.... I thought I couldn't either, but... I saw the roses in the yard and suddenly had an idea. Whew… Maybe it was Ammon's influence."
Lucas: "Mm-hmm ♪ It's great to be able to incorporate the strengths of your companions. What you learned this time is not limited to attending to guests, but can also be used for daily conversation.... You should try it out."
Haures: "Thank you very much, Mr. Lucas."
Bastien: "Yeah, I learned a lot. Once again, you've made me realize how amazing you are, Mr. Lucas."
Lucas: "No, no. You both are quick learners and that makes it easier for me."
Bastien: "Hmm… But still... I feel kind of bad about being told such a secret trick for free. I wish I could at least give you something in return."
Haures: "Yes, that's right. What we can give back to Mr. Lucas… Hmmm... None that I can think of…"
Bastien: "Well... How about some sword training together?"
Lucas: "What… Sword training…?"
Haures: "I see, Then we can be of some help. Mr. Lucas, if you don't mind, let's train together sometime. Let us repay you for what you did for us today, even if it's just a little."
Lucas: "Erm... Right… I'm very happy to hear that... I would love to train with you, but.... I have a lot of other things I need to do. I can't make time for it until I get those things done. So, for now, I'll just accept your offer. I'll ask you for training when I have more time, is that fine…?"
Haures: "I see… Then I guess it can't be helped."
Bastien: "That's right. And Mr. Lucas always seems to be busy."
Lucas: "Fufu. Thank you, both of you ♪"
> (He got away so well...)
Lucas: "Well then. That's enough practice for today. Thank you very much for your help, my lord."
> "I'm glad I could help."
Lucas: "Yes ♪ We really appreciate your help. I'm sure we'll be able to hold the costume party without any problems ♪"
Bastien: "Yes, I think so too."
Haures: "Please look forward to the party, my lord."
> "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it"
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ok so
anonymous bc no way am i showing my url on this Jhshsheheh
so like all my friends at school. they seem. so much more mature than i am???
like even the ones who are younger than me. they're already thinking about partners. and dating n stuff. like some of my friends already have partners
but i. just am not interested in that rn??? and sometimes i feel like there's. something Wrong with me. yk
like im year 9 but. i feel like i should be thinking about this and it feels like im not mature enough that i don't want to worry abt that now
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there is nothing wrong with you. listen to me. there is absolutely Nothing wrong with you.
it is perfectly normal to not be interested in romantic relationships, i wasnt at your age and im still not. i am in a platonic relationship with my best friend, mostly because it comforts us both to know that no matter what happens we will not be alone. even if all of our other friends get into romantic relationships and prioritise them over friendships
desiring a romantic partner does not make you more mature than anyone else. having a romantic partner or a partner of any kind is not a requirement for happiness, fulfilment, or maturity.
focus on what You actually want. ask yourself what would make You happy, what would make you feel fulfilled and satisfied with your life. set aside these notions of what we are Supposed to want, of what it is ""Normal"" to want, and focus your attention on yourself. this is your life, and you owe it to yourself to follow your own path.
i think it would help you to research aspec identities, especially aromantic ones, and talk to aromantic people about their experiences. you might not be aromantic! alloromantic people can still have no desire to be in romantic relationships, and that is perfectly fine and normal. and likewise aromantic and arospec people can want to be in romantic relationships despite their lack of romantic attraction. what i think researching this community will do for you is show you that romance is not the be all and end all of human beings. it is not a requirement for existing and being happy.
i think even progressive parents can fall into this trap of telling their kids "when you grow up and get a girlfriend or a boyfriend" or "when you get married to your spouse", and like, yea its great that they arent assuming you will be straight, but they are still placing the expectation on you to Want a romantic relationship and that you will have one no matter what. and that doesnt have to be the case!
your "happily ever after" does Not have to involve riding off into the sunset with your One True Love, it can in fact be a freezeframe of you and your best friends jumping into the air together and pulling silly faces!
idk this is. a long and rambling answer to what was a fairly simple question but. this ask hit me very close to home. i know how you feel. i felt Exactly the same way when i was your age. i felt wrong and broken and different and i didnt understand Why everyone was so excited about dating and kissing and relationships. so. im telling you what i wish someone would have told me.
take a deep breath. and let go. you dont need to have it all figured out Right Now. you can in fact just enjoy life as it happens! you dont have to know exactly what you want at this age. you can figure it out as you go. you have So Much Life ahead of you to learn and grow make mistakes and change your mind and figure things out and just. live.
the world wont end if you never want a romantic relationship. life will go on. you will find out what Really matters to you. and thats the beauty of being alive! please do not force yourself to do anything you dont Really want to do, just because thats what it feels like you're Supposed to do.
you are unique and beautiful and so so alive. you are doing just fine, and im so proud of you. you belong here.
you are loved.
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The Siliven's Request: Part 30
The plan Manas presented to the group of Silivens was risky. At night, they would sneak into the palace gardens and find a way into the palace, knocking out any guards they might find on the way. It was fortunate one of the Silivens had sleep magic, which would be handy for sneaking in. Then they would separate: Manas, Pim, and Kelsin would make their way to the throne room, while the others would slow down any guards that might chase them. The most difficult part, however, would be subduing the queen.
“I do not want to kill her, if at all possible. But then again, I’m not sure there is any way to convince her to step down without use of force,” Manas sighed.
“Indeed. And the Name Calling Art will make it all the more difficult. If she uses Manas’ name and commands him to kill everyone, it’s over,” Kelsin said.
“What if just one person confronted her, someone whose name she doesn’t know? Like me, I’m sure she wouldn’t know my name,” Pim suggested.
Manas said doubtfully, “Perhaps, but it would still be dangerous to go alone. The Name Calling Art isn’t her only weapon.”
“Then there really isn’t any way except by force,” the Overseer murmured.
“There is a way,” Sara suddenly spoke. They turned to her in surprise. “The queen will have no way of knowing my name, not even if she had spies watching Manas and me. Manas himself doesn't know my real name.” Ignoring the startled looks the others gave her, she gazed intently at Manas and said, “Let me go with you to the throne room. The queen won’t be able to use her magic on me, even if she tries. And...I have a plan if she tries to use it on you or others.”
“That’s very dangerous, Sara. Even without her magic, my mother is not one to be trifled with,” Manas said slowly.
“And it’s all right for you to go into danger and not me?” Sara said somewhat sharply. She shook her head. “I’d rather not just sit around and worry while you all go off and potentially lose your lives. Besides, what other option do we have? How else are you going to thwart the Name Calling Art?”
Manas considered her silently for a moment. With a sigh, he finally said, “Very well. But the moment it gets too dangerous, you’ll get out of there, okay?” Sara smiled and nodded.
“Erm, I think we’re missing something. Just how is Sara going to stop the queen?” the Overseer asked in confusion.
Manas and Sara glanced at each other. Sara said, “I’m sorry to keep it hidden from you, but I think it best if I don’t explain until after we’ve succeeded. That way, our opponents won’t have any way to find out.”
Kelsin nodded. “I believe that would be wise. It allows us to have a trump card if all else fails.” After further discussion, it was decided that they would carry out the plan in a few days, and the meeting was finally adjourned.
“Manas, are you upset?” Sara asked, after most of the Siliven had left to begin preparations.
He shook his head. “No, just worried. I wish there was another way that wouldn’t involve you being near my mother,” he murmured, a troubled darkness filling his sky blue eyes. “I won’t even be able to use my metal abilities….”
“It’s all right, Manas. Just knowing you’re there is enough. And...I want to be able to do something to help."
“You’re planning to make her forget my name, aren’t you? Are you sure about that? You’ve never tried to do that before.”
“No, I haven’t, but a name is a word. Words are easily forgotten, even without magic involved. Besides, I was able to give you one of my my memories, even though I hadn’t done it before. It’ll be fine, Manas.”
Manas relaxed slightly. She was right, of course.
"I'd better go help Pim with supper. I promised him I'd help this evening." She smiled encouragingly, then turned and headed towards the corner of the cave, where Pim and the Overseer were starting a fire.
“Are you sure about letting her go with us?” Kelsin remarked, stepping up beside Manas. Manas nodded.
“I don't really like having her go into danger, but I trust her. She's come a long way from not even knowing she had memory magic, so she should be able to handle making my mother forget names," Manas replied. "And how I could not trust her when she's saved me so many times-- from my past and from death," he murmured softly.
Kelsin gave Manas a keen look. “You trust her; is that all?”
“What do you mean?” Manas asked, turning to the older Siliven.
“She loves you, Manas. I noticed that when I first met her, from the way she talked about you, and now that I see her interact with you I'm sure of it. But do you love her?” Kelsin replied, his gaze boring into Manas.
Manas started, caught off guard. He opened his mouth, then shut it, then stared at the rocky cave floor. Sara loved him? They had been traveling together for a while now, but surely they were just companions, not lovers. How could Sara love him in that way? He was a Siliven and she was a human, there was no way…. And then he remembered the way she had looked at him when he had tried to leave, how she had pleaded to stay with him. How she had given up her chance to use the wishing stone to save his life. How she was always trying to help and protect him, to encourage and guide him. How she was always smiling so tenderly at him.
“Silivens and humans can’t—be together,” he said haltingly.
Kelsin grunted and replied, “It’s true, Silivens and humans haven’t married for several years because of the tension, but a long time ago, before all the fighting between races, some did intermarry. It’s not impossible, though of course there is the difference in lifespan to consider; in your case, however, it might not be that much of a difference.” After a pause, he asked, “You are uncertain of your feelings for her?”
Manas clenched his hands. “I—I want to protect her, to make her happy. I want to be with her. But, is that really a basis to marry?” he asked.
Kelsin smiled slightly. “If you want to share the rest of your life with her and give her the best, I don't see why not. But you should be clear, to her and yourself, just what you two are. If you are friends or something more intimate,” he said.
Manas glanced over at Sara, who was helping Pim add some ingredients to a pot. "Make it clear," he murmured to himself with a frown.
Kelsin chuckled. "You needn't overthink it too much. Just tell her what you feel, ask her what she is feeling and thinking. And of course, if you remain as friends and not something else, that is good too. The danger is not knowing." He turned to leave. "Chess and I should head back to the palace, or else Fanny will get impatient. I'll be back tomorrow with some more provisions for you and the humans, and I'll let you know the progress of our preparations."
Manas nodded and watched Kelsin and Chess leave, thoughts swirling about in his mind like storm clouds, until at last the sun broke through, and he knew what he needed to do.
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hihi! im kinda young (14 turning 15 in aug!) and i saw that another anon asked for your help on creating a blog .. i kind of need help too 😭😭 do you have any tips on writing? i wanna start a blog but have no experience in writing like AT ALL. except for maybe writing essays for eng or having to create comfort texts for friends because erm therapist friend here☝️
hiiii omg im so sorry for the late reply HAHA but firstly happy early birthday for august!!! plsss I'd be so happy to help! here's my reply to the other post on setting up your blog :>
as for writing tips,,,, um bro honestly idk if I'm the best person to answer ur question but here are some of my personal thoughts!! also comfort friend so real DONT GET BURNT OUT THO 😭
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disclaimer: I am obviously not the best most amazing writer, so these are just my personal thoughts !!! I'm sure there are other users out there with better insights !!!
when I started writing I was like really really really shit like PROPER shit it's actually fucking embarrassing reading back to it 💀 but idk sometimes it's just fun to look back and see all the improvements I've made along the way — for you, it might be that way too. you might feel like it's shit to begin but honestly the more you write, the easier it becomes and naturally you'll improve ! so I think the best mindset to have when you start is to just try, and be okay with the fact that it will obviously not be your best work and you'll just get better and better and better!
here are some writing tips I've previously written - I'll reiterate some of the points there but maybe give it a read and see if it helps?
I think it's easiest to start with one idea and use it as a seed — just let ideas slowly grow from it; keep adding little details and details until it sprouts into a big tree! for example, you can pick a trope that you really like (maybe something you've read before in someone else's fic, or something you've seen in movies/tv shows/books) and then pick a member from whichever group you want to write for (I'm assuming enhypen since you're on my blog) and just write!! for example, you can pick enemies to lovers and then be like hmmm I really want to do jay and enemies to lovers! from there, you can think about the smaller details: why are they enemies (plot)? what do enemies say to each other (dialogue)? where are they when they say these things (setting)?
I think it's easier to write the kind of things that you like to read! so if you really like one shots, write a one shot. if you like smaus, write an smau. if you like headcanons, do the same! stick to whatever you've seen before because then it'll feel a little less daunting! personally, I used to read a lot of like stupid little romcoms growing up and so that's just naturally what I kind of write now ^^ you'll notice that everyone has different taste; so you might see someone's writing and be like "wow it's really good!" and people might disagree with you — in saying that, don't try to please everyone and just write whatever u like ^^ you'll attract people who personally gravitate toward your writing !
tbh, fic writing is nowhere near the same calibre of actual book writing so I wouldn't fret too much about designing a really intricate plot with like fully-fleshed characters because nobody really does that anymore (at least not on blr? i think that's more common on wattpad where people have like 20+ chapters ya feel) — I think just write what makes you happy! If it's about your bias + a trope you like then ezz that's all u need to do hdfshsdh
there are people who like to fully plan out fics and there are people that just wing it — I'm sure you'll find your style, but don't feel worried if you can't seem to brainstorm anything! I think it's easier to just start, and then think about that could happen next. maybe you can start a story with dialogue and then just continue on with the conversation !!
when you're writing scenes, think about setting and characters — for example, think about how they feel, how they react to another character’s dialogue, how they physically react to someone's touch, how cold or hot the weather is, where they're standing/sitting and what their surroundings look like, what time it is, etc. etc. obviously don't include everything (especially the irrelevant stuff) but my point is that there are so many different directions you can go!
here are some other tips I can think of:
read your dialogue out loud and think to yourself, "would someone actually say this?" also, make sure only one person speaks per paragraph so it's less confusing
use a thesaurus sparingly — try not to use convoluted language bc I'd say people who read your work are going to be around the same age as you and idk it's just a lil weird if you're using random words that nobody really uses irl
pay attention to your grammar/syntax — make sure some sentences don't run too long and that when you read it out loud, it makes sense!
also spell-check HSDHDS BUT HONESTLY MY FICS ARE RIDDLED W TYPOS LIKE IT DOESNT RLLY MATTER TBH.. SO LONG AS ITS NOT HORRIBLE?? UHH
treat your characters like real people and think about what they say/do and if it's something in or out of character!! in saying that, give them motivations and fears and all the juicy stuff that real humans have — if you care about writing a story that people will remember, then I think it'd be great if you could write memorable characters by fleshing them out and making them lovable or hate-able(?) or relatable.
make sure scenes flow from one to the other — it's the same as you do with your eng essays! you make sure you're not talking about one thing before quickly jumping to the next. I think you can apply the same logic to writing fiction :))
honestly it's hard to give tips because I'm not sure what type of stories you want to write and what direction you're going for, so I'm really sorry if my tips were a little too generalised!! but if I'm gna be like so so so so fr right now, I honestly think writing for enhablr can be easy/simple — my tl;dr is that you should just pick a member + easy trope + make sure you have a mildly interestingly plot and once you add in decent grammar, you'll probably do really great! I don't mean this in a bad way, I just think ff writing doesn't have to be too difficult because most people just want to read about and imagine their bias in situations they'll never be able to see irl (its kinda the whole point of ff)!! I don't think people think much about fics beyond that !! this is all just for fun!!! so I really hope u have fun writing!!! lmk what u end up working on ^^
I hope this helps; idk if it did 😭 but lmk if u need any more clarification 😭💖
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21st Birthday Surprise Chapter 3
After a few more minutes together, talking Andy finally joined the guys and everyone else had already come outside, Of course Sarah was standing in front with everyone around her and Andy who is standing of course in front of the microphone speaks up saying, "Hey everyone we are so glad to be here tonight to celebrate a special day for a special girl, this is for you Sarah and Happy Birthday." She couldn't help but smile, Sky was right beside her and the guys started playing the first song which was Rebel Love Song, everyone started dancing and having fun Sarah looks over now and again at Andy whilst he was singing they smiled at each other and then she would continue dancing with Sky.
After a few songs, the guys was having a little break and Sky put on some music thanks to the DJ that was there, Sarah had been talking to her big brother laughing and talking about things that happened whilst they was on tour, she was sitting on the stage and CC was standing beside her she would now and again look over at Andy who was busy talking to the others as well as you and CC's parents, he would look over ever now and again even when she wasn't looking and smile but then continue with the conversation.
After sometime CC had excused himself as he needed the toilet, of course once he was gone Andy had noticed and excused himself from the conversation her parents had a feeling that he wanted to go and talk to Sarah, if they would ever date then yeah her parents would of course approve as they love Andy so much as well as the others, she was holding a drink looking at the stars in the sky that was until she heard someone cough causing her to look over and sees Andy standing there she speaks up saying, "Hey sorry didn't see you there, too busy looking up at the stars." He sat down beside her and speaks up saying, "It's alright it is beautiful tonight so why not look up at the stars, so erm you enjoying yourself so far?"
Sarah turns her attention from the sky to Andy and she smiles saying, "Yeah that's true something I never really done before and yeah thank you for coming to perform of course the guys as well, I honestly wasn't expecting it." He moves a little bit more to be closer to her, she of course didn't move and he speaks up saying, "Well you're very welcome to be honest I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself, was a little concerned that you wouldn't like the songs or even the band anymore." Sarah laughs a little and says whilst staring at Andy, "Yeah I never stopped listening to your guys songs and well my room was covered in posters and it might possibly be as well."
That causes him to laugh and then she speaks up saying, "Come on I am in the mood to go for a walk I could do with some company, well that's if you want to join me?" He looks over to her smiling he speaks up saying, "Yeah I'm in the mood for a walk, could stretch my legs let's go." Sarah says, "Oh before we do should probably let my parents know otherwise there will be a search party." So she excused herself and quickly goes over to her parents of course they saw her coming and her mom speaks up first saying, "Hey sweetie we hope you're enjoying the party?" Sarah couldn't help but smile and says, "Yeah I am thank you guys for organising the whole thing of course with Sky's help, just wanted to let you know that me and Andy are gonna go for a bit of walk, don't worry won't go to far promise."
Her father is the one to speak up and says, "Well alright Sweetie we trust Andy so we both know that you'll be safe." CC had joined and of course comes at the end of the conversation and he speaks up saying, "So you and Andy going somewhere?" Sarah nudges him a little laughing saying, "Yes big brother don't worry just let our parents know so there's no search party alright with that?" He puts his arm over his little sister's shoulder speaking up saying, "Well yeah Dad's right you know he can be trusted, just behave and don't do anything I wouldn't do." She looks over to her brother laughing again saying, "Bro it's just a walk across the beach that's all."
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Ian stopped moving to leave, and Daniel's panic subsided somewhat - perhaps he hadn't messed everything up entirely? He did feel quite guilty for needing to be comforted when Ian was the one here who had just been made to say something they hadn't wanted him to know - but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel relieved at the assurance that he hadn't done anything wrong. He still did feel like he'd done something wrong, but perhaps he wasn't losing his best friend? "You don't have to be sorry, I'm the one who wasn't thinking. I never meant to make it sound as if I didn't care about you, and - I should have tried harder when it started to feel like you were pulling away. I just - I was worried that I would be bothering you? But, erm - yes, you really are my best friend. Even if I've been doing a rubbish job at showing it. And I miss talking the way we used to? Although - I'm realizing now that some of the confiding in you I'd done before might not have been comfortable for you to hear, erm - sorry about that." He cringed a little bit, thinking about how horrible it would feel if someone he had romantic feelings for had been going on to him about having feelings for someone else. "But I, erm. If it's not too much to ask -- I'd really like it if we could talk like that again...? I can - would it help if I didn't talk about how things are going with Ryder...? I don't - I can't help that it's a different sort of love from the romantic kind, but you're so important to me, and -- sorry, is any of this helping at all?" The last thing he wanted to do was making anything worse than he'd already done.
The last thing Ian wanted out of this was for Daniel to apologize back to him. This was a situation he had little control over: he couldn’t control how he felt, and he certainly couldn’t control how Ian felt. But it was also something from Daniel’s mouth that they should have foreseen. They felt a jolt in their chest when he reciprocated their words, but they finally paused to look over at him at the words “horrible friend.” Ian disliked how anxious and panicked he looked, how he was clearly beating himself up. Even more so, he very much disliked that he’d caused Daniel to feel like this.
“What? No you haven't.” Ian immediately stopped what he was doing, and reached over to gently put his hand over Daniel’s arm. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “You haven’t been a horrible friend. Far from it. I said it was all me, and I meant it. I didn’t want you to realize. I was very careful not to say anything, because I was sure that the only thing that would happen if you knew, would be you no longer wanting to be around me, and probably regretting spending time with me. And now..." He felt his throat tighten, and he withdrew his hand. "I'm really your best friend? You think I'm important to you? You love me too? Oh, no." A conflicted expression crossed Ian's face. "You're my best friend, too. And you're so so important to me. I thought you didn't feel the same at all. I'm really sorry. I've made a mess of things."
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It doesn't look like much.
In fact, it looks like so little that Aziraphale doesn't notice it at first. By the time he does, he can't remember exactly when it got there: this cardboard box.
It's a flimsy thing, a little battered. One of the flaps is creased hard where it was bent in order to fold the top closed; the corners are scuffed. It sits, innocuous and tremendous all at once, shoved halfway underneath the desk in the back room that houses Aziraphale's personal computer, pretending to be casual. Pretending not to matter.
Aziraphale knows it matters, because Aziraphale opened it.
There isn't much inside. A scrap of paper. An ancient ansaphone. An empty planter. A book.
To anyone else, these things look like remnants of a life, forgotten things left by forgotten people. To Aziraphale, who knows better, these things look like a beginning.
The start of something new.
Agnes Nutter's final prophecy. The ansaphone Aziraphale has left messages on for the last thirty years. A planter, waiting for new life.
A book Aziraphale doesn't own. The Big Book of Astronomy.
"Angel, what are you---oh." Crowley stops in the doorway, his hands automatically shoving so fast into the pockets of his jeans that he nearly tips himself over. "That's, erm, nothing, really, nothing to worry about--"
Aziraphale looks up at him, his pink cheeks, his yellow eyes that don't quite meet Aziraphale's own. "These are your things."
"Er--I--mmm---yeah," Crowley grates out. One hand emerges from his pockets to rub at the back of his neck. "A bit."
"A bit," Aziraphale repeats, looking back down at them. "And you brought them here?"
"Look, I can just take them back if it bothers you--"
"Absolutely not." Aziraphale puts the box down, starts taking the things out of it. The scrap of prophecy finds itself pinned to a bulletin board that hadn't existed ten minutes ago. The ansaphone settles into a newly cleared spot next to Aziraphale's telephone, and because Aziraphale expects that it will now take his messages, it will. The book slots perfectly into place on a shelf upstairs, right next to the window that gets the best view of the night sky, where a telescope might just fit.
"Aziraphale," Crowley says, a little helplessly, as his things find new places to belong in the bookshop. As their lives slot together, bit by insignificant bit.
Aziraphale lifts the planter out of the box last, holding it with both hands. It's clean and fresh, and in the next moment, it's full of dirt and roots, of leaves and stems.
Two white flowers unfurl from the new growth, tinged with green, new and waxy. Peace lilies.
"I think we've earned it, don't you?" he asks, looking back up at Crowley. "A little peace?"
Crowley steps forward, hesitantly at first, but then again, and again. He leans in, kisses Aziraphale's cheek softly, takes the plant from him.
"Near the east window, angel?"
"I think that will do nicely," Aziraphale says, and follows him out to find the light.
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Butler's Halloween / Chapter 13 - Party Day
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And then, on the day of the costume party...
Maybe thanks to Lamli and the others for advertising in the city over the past few days, a surprisingly large number of people showed up for the party at the mansion.
Visitors: (Chatter, chatter...)
Muu: "Wow~! Look at that, my lord! So many people here. The mansion's yard looks just like the city! I bet today's party will be a big success!"
> "I hope so…"
Muu: "Eh? What's wrong?"
There were indeed a lot of people at the venue, but… I couldn't help but notice that all of their expressions still seem somewhat stiff.
> "They seem to be nervous"
Muu: "N-now that you mention it… I suppose that's true. Are they scared because they are at the devil butler's mansion? Oh but.... People who come here typically have little prejudice against devil butlers… So why would they…"
Berrien: "Fufu. Don't worry, Muu."
Muu: "Oh, Mr. Berrien…"
Berrien: "Please rest assured. The reason they are nervous is something else entirely."
> "What might that be?"
Berrien: "Yes, that is…"
Visitor: "Uuh… I-Is it really acceptable for regular folks like us to attend…?"
Visitor: "I-I told you it's fine! The mansion folks advertised that 'everyone is welcome'. Plus, if we miss this chance... When will we commoners have such an opportunity again…"
Visitor: "Y-you're right… But still, what an impressive mansion…"
Muu: "I see… They are just not used to this kind of party, are they?"
Berrien: "Indeed, they are not. We live in a mansion, so we might overlook it, but… A mansion party is an unfamiliar concept for the residents of Espoir. So, their nervousness is understandable."
> "I understand why they might feel confused...."
Berrien: "Fufu. That's right.
Even my lord was perplexed when they first came to the mansion."
> "Yes, I was"
Muu: "But… Then what should we do? I feel like the party won't be fun if they remain on edge…"
Berrien: "Don't worry, Muu. The butlers are well aware of that. Now, please look over there."
Bastien: "Welcome dear guest, to Devil's Palace Horror Night."
Visitor: "H-he-hello! I-I am sorry to bother you! Erm… I'm not used to this kind of party, so…"
Bastien: "Don't worry. There's no need to be so stiff. Today's party isn't that formal. There will be modest drinks and food… We've also prepared some entertainment. Please feel at ease and enjoy yourselves."
Visitor: "I-I see. I am so relieved to hear that…"
Lucas: "Yup, yup ♪ Good job, Bastien. It's crucial to empathize and ease their nerves."
Bastien: "Yeah… Thank you, Mr. Lucas. Thanks to your guidance, I feel a little more confident in my hospitality skills."
Lucas: "No, no. It's the result of your perseverance, Bastien ♪"
Children: "Ah! It's Prof. Miyaji! Prof. Miyaji~!! Good evening~!"
Miyaji: "Good evening, everyone. I'm glad you came."
Children: "Prof~! Why are you dressed like that?"
Miyaji: "Oh, this is a vampire costume. Tonight, I'm a vampire bartender. Thirsty for some cranberry juice?"
Children: "Yes~!"
Lono: "Hey guys! We have prepared a lot of delicious sweets for you. Pumpkin scones, Mont Blanc.... All free for the kids! Help yourselves!"
Children: "Yayyy! Thank you, big brother!"
Nac: "Fufufu.... If you enjoy them, please consider telling your parents. We make a lot of sweets. We would be very happy if they could buy some as souvenirs."
Children: "Yes! I will ask my father for some!"
Fennesz: "I-I see… I see what you mean. So, you're giving them away for free to children and asking their parents to buy them. Initially, I wondered why we were giving them away for free… now that I think about it…"
Nac: "Fufu. Exactly. It is like the saying, 'If you want to shoot the general, shoot the horse first.' According to my calculations, this method should also be profitable."
Miyaji: "Hmm… It's great that the kids are happy, but don't eat too many sweets, everyone. And don't go off on a spending spree."
Haures: "Please don't cry, dear guest... I understand. Witnessing your mom and dad argue in front of you is tough."
Little girl: "Sobs... Y-yes… I don't know what to do... What if my mom and dad separate…"
Haures: "Oh no… Don't dwell on negative thoughts. As long as there is a wonderful young lady like you, they won't split. Everything will be alright. So, wipe your tears... Here, please use this handkerchief, dear guest."
Boschi: "Hey, Haures…"
Haures: "Oh, Boschi. Sorry… We are a little short on attendants, but I just can't let go of this matter…"
Boschi: "I get it when I see it. Here, take this…"
Haures: "Huh? This is…"
Boschi: "Orange juice. Offer it to the girl. Don't worry about attending to guests, I'll take over."
Haures: "Okay… Thanks, Boschi."
Boschi: "Hm. You owe me one."
Berrien: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for joining us at Devil's Palace Horror Night. Now, our butlers will perform a dance on the special stage in the venue's center.
They've prepared a new choreography for tonight's show. Please give them a warm welcome.
Well then... Lato, Lamli, Ammon, and Flure, it's your turn."
Tap, tap, tap…
Lamli: "Yay! Good evening, everyone~ ♪"
Lato: "Oh, well...? I cannot hear your reply."
Ammon: "Get excited, everyone! Good evening~ ♪"
Flure: "W-wait! Such taunting wasn't in our plan, was it…!?"
Ammon: "Hehe. It's impossible to ask us not to improvise!"
Lamli: "Yes, yes ♪ We have to sync with the audience on stage ♪"
Lato: "Kufufu. We will follow the choreography, so please do not worry."
Flure: "Uuh… I-I'm worried…"
Muu: "Fufu. The whole venue is becoming more and more lively!"
> "Thanks to all the butlers, right?"
Muu: "Yes! Let's enjoy the party too!"
After that, the stage dance performance greatly heightened the excitement... And so, 'Devil's Palace Horror Night' came to a close as a great success.
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erm new pinned i guess
read if you want. or if you don’t want. idc.
- my name is barb.
- gender apathetic, that shit is not real to my brain. any pronouns, but they/them/it/its/bun/buns are my preferred ones :3
- young adult, if you are a minor and me being an adult makes you uncomfortable then feel free to unfollow/block, no worries there
- white american, fluent in english, semi-conversational in french, almost done with genki vol. 1 in japanese.
- my current brain worms are in master detective archives: rain code.
- my posting includes pokemon, danganronpa/rain code, funny creatures, western cartoons (srmthfg + phineas and ferb + invader zim are the big ones), the most excellent game psychonauts, and a few other miscellaneous bits and baubles around the blog.
- i don’t have a side blog except for a couple mostly-abandoned gimmick blogs. if you follow me for one specific mediaposting then you’ll be in for a rough surprise when i inevitably fixate on something else.
- ask me to tag anything, i currently just tag the basic stuff (drugs, alcohol, abuse, stuff like that) + a few media but if you need anything specific just lmk.
- not explicitly nsfw but i do make and reblog sex jokes. some of my old posts are tagged 'nsfw text' but i think tumblr might shadowban that tag or something because i got 0 notes on a post with that tag, and then when i removed it, it got like 10. all this to say that i tag sex jokes as "nsft". i might forget to tag it tho so if i forget just send an ask or a dm!
- actually if i forget to tag anything just lmk. my ask box is open for you <3
- presenting as a cis woman irl and i have no plans on opening the can of worms that is gender right now so 🫢 irls dont say a word abt this blog lol
- i can't believe i have to say this but if you think shit like p/do and inc/st is hot then just. don't interact. i dont wanna see it and tbh i think you should probably like. see a therapist about that. yeah that includes anything that’s “only kind of” that type of shit (z/adr, ph/inferb, etc).
- although if we're talking about shipping discourse, i should probably mention for my rain code followers that i headcanon yuma as an adult, specifically around 18-19. my reasoning for this is a) he has a whole job and doesn't go to school and b) the only one of his peers who doesn't treat him like an adult (albeit an incompetent one) is aphex, who clearly only does it to make fun of him.
- if you have any other questions just like. put it in the ask box or whatever. if its a weird question or one i dont want to answer publicly i just wont answer it.
- my advice to you is: go hog wild. be yourself. i love you.
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❄️Todoroki HC's🔥
Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.
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General
Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.
He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.
He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.
Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?
Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.
Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.
Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.
He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.
He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.
Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.
Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.
Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.
This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.
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Dating
A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.
Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.
Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.
Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.
Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.
He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.
STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.
Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.
Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.
He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!
The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.
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Icy-Hot
I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.
If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.
Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?
Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.
Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).
His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.
Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.
Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.
His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.
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