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azulera · 2 years ago

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We Go Together

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Summary: Jadon wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Notes: don’t know where this one came from really bt i literally gave myself b*tterflies while writing it … it was so fun and i think its so so cute. also helloo to the JS25 girlies how are you :) hope u enjoy :)

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“This is so random, but, I can’t lie. I hate braids. Like, on girls.”

Jadon looked at Reiss from the side of his eye, barely lifting his head from the back of the couch. Maybe they’d been vegetating on the chocolate-colored sectional too long, the blue light exposure from watching TikTok after TikTok finally getting to his friend’s head. It had to be that.

“What, bro?”

“They’re childish, brother, look.” Reiss leaned over, showing Jadon a clip of a girl being spun in a salon chair, with bright blue box braids trailing down the cape around her back. Reiss sucked his teeth twice before the video even ended. “It’s a little kid’s hairstyle, like primary school plaits. I do not rate them.”

Jadon laughed in a loud burst of sound, and shook his head at his friend’s wild take. Reiss’ complaining had triggered an image in his mind that easily refuted each of the critiques he brought up. He pushed the phone away from his face.

“Nah, you’re tripping. Braids are fire. Especially with the little baby hairs out, slicked down and that.”

“Noo, bro, the baby hairs get so extra!” Reiss rocked in his seat. “It’s gotta go, the whole style’s dead.”

“Maybe on gyal you see, but my girl, her things different. I’m telling you.”

“Oh my days– you almost did it, you know? You almost made it ten whole minutes without mentioning Y/N. It’s been 2 years, bro, we get it, you’re locked down, it’s cute, whatever.”

Jadon shrugged, a smile on his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“I’m jus sayin.”

Reiss laughed, and switched subjects to show him another TikTok he thought was hilarious, but the picture in Jadon’s mind that his friend had summoned was too strong to ignore now, the warm feeling in his chest too sweet to pass by quickly. He half-listened while Reiss explained the meaning behind the joke, and scrolled to your Instagram profile. He went back a few weeks to spring break photos where you were sea-side in a flowy linen outfit with waist length braids falling over your shoulders, caught in the ocean wind. A minute later, he’d reposted the photo to his story, with a caption below.

“I love box braids. 😍 And my girl 😍”

He smiled again when it published, his thousands of followers viewing the image and leaving a flurry of cherry red hearts rising in the corner of the screen. Reiss, realizing he was no longer being listened to, peeked over Jadon’s shoulder, and rolled his eyes.

“You are such a simp, bro. I would banter you more if I wasn’t a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry, brother, it’ll happen for you one day. When you stop hating on girls’ hairstyles, I bet. Saying braids are dead, nah, you’re mad.”

Reiss shoved against his shoulder, but quickly slipped back down his internet rabbit hole, and a text came into Jadon’s phone.

Y/N: not u reposting my old pics lol you were lurking?

Jadon: No Jadon: Actually yeah Jadon: Reiss was trashing braids and i had to set him str8 Jadon: Can you come by?

Y/N: you 2 are mad i swear Y/N: and i thought u and him had plans after the match?

Jadon: Nah the braid comment was too much Jadon: I wanna see you

Y/N: yeah thats poor from him. i can be there in an hour :) Y/N: and i just got fresh braids done yesterday, i forgot to tell you lol

Jadon: 😍

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“What’s your middle name then? William? Zachary?”

The question registered only faintly in Jadon’s headset, all his focus instead zeroed in on the pixelated movements of his starting XI as they ran alongside Marcus’ XI. The teams were so well-matched that every possession was a battle, and the 85th minute found them in a deadlock with one goal each. It wasn’t quite the time for casual conversation.

“My middle name? What do you mean? No-no-no-no!”

One of his center backs made a sloppy pass, and a pressing forward had intercepted it. Thankfully, the keeper recovered and the score remained 1-1.

“Stop trying to distract me, bro! It won’t work.”

“M’not, I swear! It’s just the letter there on your bracelet. It’s catching the light and I can see it through the screen. And it’s not J or S, so.”

Jadon looked down at his wrist for a moment, at the thin gold chain draped along the left one with a capital letter and small, earth figure hanging in the center. Marcus was right – the jewelry did shine in the light coming in through the window and glowing from the computer monitor, and the sight twitched the sides of his mouth.

“It’s not my middle name, it’s for–wait, wait–”

Jadon paused the game and Marcus cursed over the headset. Still, he went on unbothered, more than happy to provide context around the question his teammate had innocently or not so innocently posed.

“So the letter, that’s for my girlfriend's name. She bought it for me for my birthday, couple years back. It’s nice, innit.” The grin that had started as a twitch now stretched across his mouth. “And the little earth thing is like, it’s like a reminder. That when I’m away, different country, different city, whatever. She’s always with me.”

Marcus smiled at him over the monitor, shaking his head even as his fingers itched to get back to the match.

“Aw look at you, Sanch, big softie. It’s too bad your missus ain’t here now though, to save you gettin whooped in FIFA.”

“No, you’re lucky she’s not here, really, cause I’d have been on a hattrick. It’s a miracle you’re even gettin a sniff, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop chatting then and press play. Five more minutes and then we’ll see.”

Jadon resumed the game and leaned forward in his chair, his thumbs flying over the buttons. When his team paused for a corner minutes later, thoughts of you, which had been simmering under the surface ever since Marcus’ inadvertently brought you up, flashed through his mind. It was hard when he was in Manchester, and you were in London, but the little spiel he’d given his teammate reminded him, just as the bracelet did, that if the two of you could ever be considered “apart” it was only ever in a physical sense, never an emotional one. There was nothing that could separate him from you as far as he was concerned, unless he were to tear his own heart out of his chest or something equally dramatic. He decided instead to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing the letter charm softly to his lips. It was your name he whispered against the gold, uncaring if Marcus could hear, as he sent the cross flying towards the box.

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“Can I help you find something, sir?”

The salesgirl rested a hand on his forearm as she asked, and Jadon flinched at the touch. He’d been in the shoe store for a few minutes already and no one had noticed him yet, but the intensity of her look told him he’d been recognized. She was suddenly stood so close some of the hair from her ponytail brushed against his shoulder, and he could see the dark clumps in her heavy lashes. Her fingers were cold.

“Yeah, actually,” He stepped away from her while he talked, letting her hand drop. “I’m looking for a pair of those, uh, ugg slippers, slides, the ones with the fur. Do you have those?”

“I believe we do!” She flashed him a smile that lasted too long to be comfortable, and then turned slowly on her heel. “Follow me.”

They walked to the winter footwear section and she lead the way, walking slower and swinging her hips more than was necessary for the 30-second trip. Her performance, however, was lost on Jadon, who had opened up his phone to read his most recent text thread.

Jadon: Baby pick a color, it’s important

Y/N: for what?

Jadon: Don’t worry about it just pick Jadon: Red, blue, black or brown

Y/N: don’t even know what i’m choosing 😳 Y/N: but i’ll say red, it’s our fave

Jadon: 👍🏽

They’d come upon the display of slip-ons, and the girl swept an arm over them, slipping back into a sales monologue about their current popularity with customers, and how the fur-lined interior was more comfortable than any other ugg shoe she’d tried. He thought her boss must be somewhere around, but noticed there was no one near them.

“Do you have the red ones in an 8? And also a 5.5.?”

“Let’s just see!” She bent at the waist, searching the rack of boxes for the numbers he’d requested and making little noises of exertion all the while. Jadon’s eyes were still on his phone, searching for the notes app entry where he’d saved your clothing and footwear sizes and preferences years ago.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, sir, it looks like we only have the red ones in a size 8 and up. Are you sure you need the 5.5?”

She’d moved down into a squat, and now looked up at him through her lashes, biting on her lip. Her eyelids fluttered like there was something stuck on them.

“Yeah, I gotta have them. One second, please.”

Jadon: Pick another color, sorry Jadon: show you why in a bit

He looked up from his phone, waiting on your reply, and found the girl staring back at him. She took his returned gaze as some sort of invitation.

“You know, we sometimes have more stock in the back, extras that don’t make it on the shelves. We could go take a look together, if you want? The door has a lock on it.”

Jadon’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He looked around the store bewildered, at a temporary loss for words, because all he could think to say was “Don’t you see my girl standing here?” and regrettably you weren’t. He couldn’t believe that anyone could look at him and not see that he was yours.

“Woah, no – absolutely not–” He stepped away from the girl for the second time, putting his hands up between them to maintain the distance. “I’ve got a girl, still.”

“And? I’ve got a man, too. But you’re Jadon Sancho.” She blinked her lashes harder, looking at him again with a challenge in her eyes that he wanted no parts of. Now, he wished he’d said “no” when she’d asked to help him.

“Nah, you have lost it.” Jadon laughed shakily, still in disbelief that she was propositioning him so boldly when he had your name written right there on his forehead. Or at least that’s how it felt. He shook his head and walked to the furthest part of the shelf where the brown colorways were kept, keeping a wide distance from her crouching frame.

“I’ll find them myself, yeah, thank you.”

The girl made a frustrated noise that he would’ve had to strain to hear, before she stood, her eyes still focused on him. She paused a moment, and with a shrug, took off to another part of the store.

Jadon breathed a sigh of relief. Just after, his phone buzzed with your response and it was just as he imagined.

Y/N: brown, then. it looks good on both our skin (whatever it is)

His smile returned.

At the register, he snapped a photo of the two stacked boxes just before they were bagged up and pressed send.

Jadon: Early bday present for u ❤️ Got a pair too cus I wanted us to match

Y/N: 😁 omg! thank u babey Y/N: that’s so sweet Y/N: i didn’t think you fancied them tho

Jadon: ❤️❤️❤️ Jadon: Yeah they look bare comfortable Jadon: And i need people to know we go together when we go out 😭 u don’t kno what i go thru

Y/N: ugh ur so brave, going out in public for me Y/N: thank u for ur sacrifice

Jadon: my **pleasure, innit ❤️

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“That’s what you’re wearing? You're sure?”

Jadon continued primping himself in the mirror beside you, flattening the crease in his jeans, and fitting clear glasses onto his face. Lastly, slowly, he dragged his palms down the lines of his shirt, and turned to admire the details on its back.

“Of course I am, what you mean? Got it customized and everything, just for your special day, didn’t I?”

The shirt was jersey material and a bright lilac purple with two grey stripes down the front, but the other side was what had made your breath catch when he’d pulled it out of his bag. Y/N’S BOYFRIEND it read, in sparkly block letters across the back.

“I love it! I love it so much. I love you! Come here.” was all you managed at first, through rapid kisses to his lips, cheeks, and neck, but now that the shock had passed the meaningfulness of the gesture began to set in. You hugged him from behind then, feeling the prickle of the glittery letters against your chest through your robe. The love and appreciation you felt was overwhelming.

“How’d you know I’d wear purple, too?” You murmured into his back.

“Cause I just know.” He answered, looking extremely proud of himself. His hands curled around yours as they travelled up his chest, bringing the left one up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You'll make me cry, you know. Ruin my make-up.”

“Nah, none of that. Go on, finish gettin ready.” He squeezed your butt gently. “They’ll have shut the lights off already, and I need everyone to see.”

Now, inside the small party being held in your honor you were convinced the shirt looked even better, shimmering under the flashing dance-floor lights and complimenting his tanned skin. Together with your lavender shirt-skirt set you looked like brown-skinned Barbie and Ken, like two halves of the same whole, and knowing so made your “birthday girl” glow increase tenfold.

Through the night you floated between groups of friends and acquaintainces, trading memories, laughing hard, and saying thank you for the thoughtful gifts and warm messages given from those who’d come to celebrate. Jadon stayed by your side without fail, clocking the eyes on his garment as he passed, and it seemed the the edges of his smile extended each time there was a whisper of “Aww” or a gasp of surprise. Every now and then he would drop your hand, letting you stray a little ahead of him before wrapping an arm around your waist or joining hands again, so that anyone who hadn’t seen the first time knew exactly who “Y/N” was. When you realized what he was doing, it first made you laugh, then feel warm, and then drag him onto the dance floor so you could pull your bodies close.

“I’m not gassin it, am I?” He asked into your ear, hands carefully pressing your back to his chest. “I’ll go chill, let you dance with your friends.”

“Nah, you’re exactly where I want you.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder for a moment, closing your eyes, feeling the gentleness of his hands on your waist, of his voice in your ear. Remembering how it was your name on his back for all these friends and strangers in the party to see. The music bumped and your bodies’ continued swaying to it.

“I’m happy you’re here, baby. And I can’t stop thinking about your shirt.” You let out more of the happy giggling that had characterized the night. “It’s my favorite gift so far.”

He shrugged, and you felt the movement against your back.

“I’ve been out the city for a while, innit. Just want to make sure people know what it is, that they ain’t forgot.”

“Do you think I don’t do that?” Your body stilled between his arms. “Is that why you’re on about it so much?”

“No, I don’t think that.” He guided your waist to keep moving again, making a lazy circle in time to the beat. “But I gotta make sure. You know that with me people always got something to say, innit. Always speculation, rumors and that. So I do what I can to make sure there ain’t no questions, about us, I mean. Cause there ain’t.”

“Well, I don’t think nobody’s gonna get confused after tonight. You couldn’t have made it any more clear.”

Jadon only laughed, his actions tonight already saying far more than a million words could. He ducked his head down into your neck for two, three warm kisses, squeezing at your hip, and his soft lips on your skin made you shiver.

You turned in his arms towards him, wrapping yours around his neck.

“It makes me feel so good, though, that. That you’re so proud to be with me. Makes me feel very lucky, and special, very in love with you.”

“You are special.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile, and you scratched one hand into the hair at the back of his neck. ”You’re everything. And you’ve held me down for so long, baby, there ain’t even nobody else to think about. It’s just you, innit.”

“I love you” you spoke, a smile breaking across your features, leaning against him, cradling his face, parting his lips in a gesture that said mine. He returned the kiss and the three words in one breath, his heart thumping, and the only thought in his head a repeat chorus of yours yours yours.

#jadon sancho x reader #jadon sancho imagine #jadon sancho blurb #jadon sancho fanfiction #jadon sancho x you #footballer x you #footballer x reader #football imagine #football fanfic

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dearweirdme · 1 year ago

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I wasn't planning on talking anymore but I wanted to send you something to hopefully counter all of the doubters that were bumming you out. 😊 People react very emotionally right away when something like this happens, and I think they should at least take time to process everything before getting into any discussions. This isn't even our first round of shenanigans this year. I've been a Taekooker for a long time and the outV/outJK hate campaign has been around at least as long so this is not my first or second rodeo. They almost always follow the same pattern. The Taennope situation is the one outlier and while a lot of people were panicking immediately after the Paris video, most eventually came back around because the weirdness of the whole thing is obvious to the point media play started being the only explanation that makes sense. Features that are almost always present are a combo of real pics/videos and edited or fake photos/videos that get debunked, a lot get debunked very quickly. What they try to pass of as "proof" usually hides the identities somehow, no recognizable or only partially visible faces, blurring, facing away from the camera, or obstructed view. There's always coordination between multiple accounts that start posting everything together, they often end up contradicting each other or overplay their hand by embellishing too much and adding something that is very obviously untrue. One of the most interesting things to me about the most recent shenanigans is the similarities in the "proof" to JK's "scandal" in 2019. What we got first was a pictures of CC camera footage that showed JK backhugging a woman. This actually showed visible and identifiable faces. It was definitely him. I engaged a lot more on Twitter at the time and was in a group chat with a few big accounts and that day was a crazy one, because the accounts that started the rumor tagged us personally. I think they thought we'd freak out and spread it, but we all kept it in the chat and didn't make any public posts. Soon enough the rumor was officially denied, and the woman involved posted a letter saying they were just friends and she apologized for upsetting anyone (which she shouldn't have had to do). Maybe it's because I saw that go down in real time from a front row seat that the recent smear campaign doesn't get to me. I find the whole thing questionable in the same way every incident has been. Except this time Jungkook actually addressed it almost immediately and while talking directly to us. I've seen some imply he said "I don't have a girlfriend" (three times apparently "I don't have any girlfriend") as some sort of half-truth skirting around him having a gf when the video was shot but not now, but I don't think he would say that if he thought there was a risk anything was going to come up that would make it look like he tried to lie to his own fans. If that was a risk I think he would have just stayed quiet about it, and he certainly would have been advised to stay quiet by the company. I also think him expressing relief at having said that is very interesting. How long has he wanted to say something like that. I trust Jungkook. I put my trust in him over a group of people spreading these things, whether they are all real/some real/all fake, for one purpose: to hurt him by turning his fans against him. None of this is reason enough for me to doubt everything I've seen in Taekook. Earlier you said "I have a pretty clear idea in my head on how everything fits together", I feel that. I debunk a lot of Taekook for myself, but there's still a lot that is undeniable for me and I have everything lined up with receipts when it comes to them. The foundation of my belief just doesn't shake that easily. Thank you for posting pictures of them recently, because I think it's very easy for some to forget why they were here in the first place when there is so much confusion.

Hi anon!

Thanks for this ask! I very much agree with you on all points.

#taekook #shenanigans #i’m not going to engage much in this today

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sandwicz · 2 years ago

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Mermay!!!

My contributions to mermay

Mermaid!kazuha x gn!reader

Cw: mentions of death, drowning, thriller-ish?, not proof-read, fluff

You've always been so curious about mermaids, yet will this one trip to the sea late at night satisfy your curiosity? Or will it make you regret ever coming at all and make you meet your doom?

Cw: mentions of death, drowning, thriller-ish?, not proof-read, fluff

I found no pics of mermaid kazuha so have this fanart of him i made instead

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You’re neither a fisherman nor a sailor, you're just someone whose home is near the ocean. Your house stood on a dock. It was relatively large for you and your family to live together. Your house is not far from civilization. Only a few distances apart, a distance that’s just a walk away.

As someone who grew up near the sea, you had a fascination with the ocean and its creatures. Especially about mermaids, who are said to live in the ocean. You had heard locals’ stories of the mermaid’s malicious intentions—how they would seduce sailors or fishermen and drag them down into the bottom of the sea to devour them in the end. This led to your curiosity growing even more. How do they look? What made them so seductive in a way that would lead people to their demise? How do their songs sound? Was it so beautiful that people could get hypnotized by it? The more people warn you about the ill-will of the mermaids, the more you long to see them, or at least catch a glimpse of them.

“Have you heard?” one of the older people said while you were spending time helping them with tasks, “Poor Hanaki’s dad went out to sea a few days ago for fishing and never returned.”

“Oh really?” Another elder said, “It must be because of those mermaids. Aiya, you should not fish at night these days. It’s too dangerous.” The elder proceeded to face you.

“(Name), please remember, do not go out to the sea at night, mermaids are wicked. Don’t fall for their charms… The next thing you know…you’ll…you’ll”

“Don’t worry, grannie,” you interrupted, eyes full of fondness, smiling at how much they care about you.

“I won’t.” You swallowed a bitter lie. You knew they cared a lot about you, and would be very sorrowful if you were to be gone, yet the feeling of curiosity ate you up inside. You’d rather meet your end than not know anything or see a mermaid at all.

You planned on sneaking out at night quietly and going to the sea to hopefully see the mermaid. You’ve rented a boat, which you’ll use to go to sea during nightfall. You waited a few days after that conversation, a little bitterness still remaining in your mouth.

You thought of tying yourself to the boat you’ve rented during your quest, in such a case that the mermaid will drag you down to the sea, the buoyancy of the boat might be able to help you stay afloat unconsciously, while you’re in a daze. Hopefully.

The night you’ve waited for finally arrived, and you quickly snuck out through your bedroom window while all your family members were still deep in their slumber. You brought your notebook with you, so you could at least take note of what happened or try to draw what the mermaids looked like. All the mermaids in the books you’ve read have no definite appearance—one looked like a half-human half-fish, the other looked like a sea cow, and many other various illustrations in the book left you even more confused. For once, if you can actually see them, you’re lucky, there might be a huge possibility that you won’t see a mermaid at all.

Out of excitement and a tint of fear, you warily got on the boat, tied your wrist tightly to it using a rope, and paddled your way out into the sea with two oars. A little lamp illuminated your boat and the ocean blue surrounding you.

You kept on rowing and rowing until you were far from the shore.

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This is it. You've arrived, your plan to sneak out finally worked. You are now floating on the boat in the middle of the sea. The waves are calm. You are finally here! Congratulations!

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Now what.

You pondered on the boat, you've only planned this far. Will you just sit idly? Will you just wait for a few minutes and then return? Should you go back after a few hours? Or should you go back when the sun has risen?

While in your pondering state, you suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving in the waves. White scales reflecting the moonlight—only a little part of it is shown over the surface, however, before quickly disappearing back into the water.

You swore you saw something in the water; it couldn't be your eyes playing tricks on you, right? That might be the mermaid you were seeking.

You look out of your boat to see a quick shadow underneath it; it's as if something had swum under it. Your heart beat out of your chest, and you couldn't contain your excitement. Finally, after all that anticipation, you might be able to see it.

You stuck your hand out of the boat into the water, hoping that the creature you saw just now would appear again. You let your hand rest idly until your hand suddenly touched something smooth in a glimpse. It must be it; you're so sure of it. This must be a mermaid.

You then got up from sitting down and perched yourself on the edge of the boat, ducking down near the water so you could see the mermaid. You looked down under the water, letting your head get closer to the surface of the water. When you did so, you suddenly saw eyes looking back at you.

You got so taken aback that you suddenly sat back on the boat out of instinct. After calming yourself down for a few seconds, you perch half your body on the edge of the boat again. There you see it—those eyes that spooked you. You stare at those eyes for a long time; how can you not?

Those eyes—those beautiful scarlet eyes—those radiant and stunning eyes. Those eyes reminded you of the sunset—a view from the mountains. The red sun that affected the clouds in such a way made the skies behind it beautiful gradients of red, orange, and yellow, with pink too. Eyes that you can simply drown in.

“H-Hello,” you whispered. You finally understood how some sailors could get hypnotized easily. They were so ethereal, after all.

The mermaid rose from its position to reveal its head above the surface of the water. You rose back and ended up with your knees on the boat and your hands on the edge of the ship instead of bowing down.

You finally got to see it—a mermaid’s feature. You noticed the mermaid’s platinum blonde hair with a red streak on it.

“H-hi,” you spoke again, still unable to process the fact that you just saw a mermaid,”c-can you understand me?”

The mermaid nodded. It held out its hand, expecting you to take it.

“U-uh, I can’t…”

The mermaid perked up and tilted its head sideways.

“I.. I can’t just go with you,” you continued, “I… I can’t. I’m sorry, I should return now.”

The mermaid stared at you.

“Thank you for this, but I should return now,” you said to the mermaid, hoping it would understand and let you go.

Unexpectedly, the mermaid closed its eyes and nodded. It returned to the waters and swam away, disappearing into the darkness.

You watched as the mermaid swam away…

What. was. that.

You saw it. You actually saw a mermaid and interacted with it. Now what. Do you just return home? Just like that? Tell everyone? Keep it a secret? You don’t know.

Oh, how you wish you could see it again.

You paddled your way back to the shore. It seemed like the skies were still dark. All of a sudden, something tilted your boat; luckily, you held on to it out of instinct. However, whatever tilted your boat knew how resilient you are, and tilted it again with full force, flipping the boat upside down.

Crap. The light in the boat was gone. You didn’t manage to see whatever tilted your boat. You are now alone in the darkness, with whatever is lurking in the water preying on your defenseless self. It is only a matter of a few seconds before it might strike you and end your life.

You quickly tried to tilt the boat again, pushing as hard as you could while anxiety was in your spine, urging you to be faster in whatever you were doing. Fear strikes you like lightning. You panicked. You tried to calm down, but it's hard to do so in your state. At this point, you just hoped that whatever was in the water would end you in a quick, painless way.

In your attempt to get above the surface of the water to be able to breathe while also trying to tilt your boat, something held a firm grasp on your ankle and tried to pull you down all of a sudden. You panicked even more. You tried to shake your ankle to be able to get yourself free, but whatever pulled your leg was strong and pulled you further. The only thing saving you was the rope you tied yourself to your boat with, which kept you from being pulled down easily. However, that wasn’t enough. The rope tied to the boat did keep you from being pulled down, but it couldn’t keep your body, or at least your head, above the water, which made you unable to breathe at all.

You thought of how this would not have happened if it weren’t for your dumb curiosity. You would be sleeping comfortably in your bed right now. You would’ve still been surrounded by the warmth of not only your family but also your community. You gave up and let your life end this way—drowned in the cold, dark sea. With no one witnessing your death and no one knowing where you went off, there was no one to hold you in your last moments.

You were about to close your eyes, accepting your tragic fate, when something suddenly carried you in a bridal-style manner. You were shocked; you were suddenly being carried by something, while water seemed to flow past your face in a quick manner. You also realized that the rope you attached to the boat was cut. Probably by this savior of yours. You tried to look at whoever saved you, but the water that flowed past your face blinded your vision; you could only see glimpses of shining white before closing your eyes to protect your eyes from the sea water.

Before you knew it, you were placed on a rock in the middle of the sea. You gasped, internally very relieved that you got to breathe air again. You coughed out the water from your lungs. You took quick breaths in and out until you finally calmed down.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the thing that saved you, a little relieved that it still stayed after a few minutes. It may be dark, but luckily the sky was clear enough to be able to at least illuminate your savior, even if it was just a little.

You managed to make out its features as it sat on the same rock as you. Platinum blonde hair with a red streak. Scarlet-red eyes. And a white tail with red fins that reflected off the moonlight in a very ethereal way.

“You were that mermaid!” you gasped. You were shocked that your savior was the mermaid you met moments ago. You couldn’t believe it. Mermaids, who were known as evil, were known to kill fishermen, vicious predators. A mermaid… just saved you?

The mermaid looked at you curiously.

“T-thank you,” you said, “thank you so much for saving me back then. I would've—you know—died if you weren’t there to save me.”

The mermaid smiled back. It offered you something that seemed like something wrapped in kelp, urging you to eat it.

You looked at it, then you looked at the mermaid.

“You want me to eat… this?”

The mermaid nodded.

You were hesitant, obviously, but you’ve gained a little trust after this mermaid just saved your life. You took the pebble-sized thing wrapped in kelp and proceeded to eat it. It tasted salty and bitter, but you could endure it.

You looked at the mermaid again, giving it a questioning look about why it wanted you to eat the kelp-covered thing. It opened its mouth and spoke in a calming voice. You were shocked. It can talk? And you could understand it??

“That thing you just ate. It allows you to be able to understand me,” the mermaid said. “Are you okay? Are you feeling better now?” The mermaid questioned, raising his webbed hands and rested it upon your shoulder.

You’re a bit flustered by its gesture but covered it by nodding.

“Good,” he smiled, his eyes filled with softness and relief. He moved his hand up and rested his hand on your face, caressing your cheeks softly. After a few seconds, he finally retracted his hands slowly and spoke, a smile still etched on his face.

“We need to return you back home; the sea is not a safe place.”

“A-ah, right…”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Nope. Nothing at all.” (But there IS something wrong, you thought, ‘I don’t want to part from you…” You internally frowned. Being the mature person you are, you internally sighed and emotionally prepared yourself for departing with him.)

“However,” you continued, “do you happen to know what those things that dragged me down were?”

“Oh? Those things were actually… Mermaids too…” The mermaid sighed, “You cannot just think of mermaids as having one personality, as there are many different types of them. There are some who think of humans as prey too, or some who are hostile to other creatures, especially humans. Or some who are just fine with them, who wanted to help them, who are… curious about them, and who wanted to know them better.

“Ah… So, it’s the same as humans too, then,” you smiled.

“Same like… humans?”

“Yea! You can’t just assume all humans are evil, or all humans are kind, as there are many humans with different personalities and attitudes and different points of view on different things. I understand your kind’s hostility toward humans, though. We can be… terrible jerks.”

The mermaid chuckled (and how adorable the sound was), “I am sorry on behalf of my kind too. Who knew humans and mermaids could be so similar?”

“Haha yeah...” you replied, “Oh! I forgot! I never caught your name!”

“Kazuha. I go by many names yet, Kazuha... is what you can call me,” Kazuha smiled, “Pray tell, what name do they bestow upon this beautiful soul right in front of me?”

“(N-name).”

“Hmm. A beautiful name for a beautiful person, indeed.”

“You have a beautiful name yourself too, fitting for a charming person like you.”

Kazuha chuckled, if the night wasn’t so dark you would’ve seen the pink tint on his cheeks.

“We- You should go back. Like I said, the sea is not safe after all, especially at this time of the day.”

“Right…How am I supposed to go home? I think we lost my boat.”

Kazuha sighed, “True… We couldn’t return, however, as the tides were too strong for me to handle…”

There was a moment of silence between you two as you both pondered what to do.

“I can carry you again… We can wait until the tides have calmed down a bit and quickly swim to the shore.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble you even further.”

Kazuha chuckled, “Of course not. You didn’t inconvenience me at all, darling.”

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS MAN WILL BE THE END OF MEEEEE)

“O-oh, then I’m fine with that idea,” you replied, feeling flustered, “What if I held on to you from behind instead?”

“Hm.. Alright. But please hang on tight. I would never want you to fall, my dear.”

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Both of you waited until the tides had calmed down. While waiting, both of you conversed in conversations about several topics to pass the time. It started from questions regarding humans and mermaids, to personal topics about both of you.

You learned that he longed to become a human, to be able to see the wonders of the world he heard from other mermaids or humans he’s eavesdropped on. He wanted to wander the world, see its beautiful sights and views, and experience the thrills of the world. You could only smile at his dreams.

After a while, the tides had finally started to reduce their temper, and you started to get ready to go to the shore. Kazuha swam back towards the surface with you behind him, arms wrapped around his neck, careful not to choke or harm him. You could only try so hard to hide the rapid beating of your heart at being this close to him.

After a long while, you finally managed to return to the shore. Kazuha placed you on a dock. It was already dawn at that time, so you could already see Kazuha nicely in the dim lighting.

You laid on the edge of the dock, looking down, as Kazuha was looking up at you from the water.

You both smiled at each other. After a few seconds, you finally decided to leave, something inside you urged to quickly return to your home, not wanting your parents to notice you were gone.

A thought popped up in your head. You moved forward, reached your head down closer to Kazuha, and quickly pecked his forehead. You quickly stood up, very flustered and shouted,

“Thank you, Kazuha… Till we meet again! Love you!”

You ran back to your home and sneaked back into your room.

Meanwhile, Kazuha just froze on that spot, feeling very flustered as well.

His cheeks heated up at your actions. There was a warm spot on his forehead where your lips were, he touched his forehead and rested his hand there, smiling softly like an idiot.

“Till we meet again… (name)...”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading until the end! Hope you enjoyed it :) I'm working on my writing skills so if you have any criticisms, feel free to comment it.

again, thank you so much have a nice day/night :DDD

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #kazuha genshin impact #kaedeharakazuha #kaedehara x you #kaedehara x reader #mermay #mermay 2023

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kmomof4 · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday!!! Birthday fics!!!

My oldest and dearest fandom friends are celebrating their birthdays in the next week and a half and I am counting down the days!!!

@hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 are both January babies and this year they are both getting a birthday fic from me!!! Shoutout to @motherkatereloyshipper for her manips of CS, and Snowing shown below in the artwork.

@winterbaby89 is first, with her fic A Very Disney Proposal dropping one week from today!!

Twenty minutes later, Granny and Ruby were escorting him and David from the costuming area behind the scenes to the Princess Fairytale Hall in Fantasyland, where Emma and Mary Margaret were about an hour away from the end of their time greeting guests as Cinderella and Snow White. The ladies were on either side of the hall, so once the group got to the branch where they’d have to split to surprise their respective girlfriends, Granny took Killian left and Ruby took David right.

Granny cracked open the door to the hall and character greeting area to watch for the current guests to leave. The plan was to surprise ‘Cinderella’ before the next guests arrived.

~*~*~

Emma Swan waved goodbye to the family from Texas and turned towards the other side of the hall. She saw Mary Margaret bidding farewell to her guests, who were now heading her way. Suddenly the door to backstage opened and Cinderella’s Prince Charming stepped through. It took her a moment, but her eyes widened when she recognized her boyfriend, Killian. Her jaw dropped, but she quickly snapped it shut and schooled her features as he approached her, his gloved hand held out to her.

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Then, @hollyethecurious fic, A Mistress to No One, will be dropping a week from Sunday, on the 22nd. Her fic is inspired by An Offer From a Gentleman, Benedict’s story in the Bridgerton series by Julia Quinn. No artwork for this fic yet because I’m still furiously writing, but I will share pics of our favorite couple in their ball attire. Manips by @motherkatereloyshipper. Thank you so much, babe!!!

He began to approach her when he heard a wave of whispers behind him. The hair at the nape of his neck stood on end and a sense of anticipation gripped him. He knew he shouldn’t allow anything to distract him from his pledge, but his curiosity overwhelmed him and he turned toward the entrance of the ballroom.

It was as if time stood still. At the entrance of the room stood what he could only describe as a true princess come to life. She was dressed in a beautiful, shining blue gown whose skirt sparkled like diamonds. The bodice and sheer short sleeves were trimmed with silver detailing that flashed when it caught the light. Her mask was silver and had an exquisite swan detail around the right eye. Tendrils of blonde hair framed the other side of her face. But it was her gaze that captured his attention most. This was a woman filled with unadulterated joy. She looked around the room as if she’d never seen a more glorious sight than all the silly members of the ton dressed in their ridiculous costumes.

Her beauty was truly breathtaking, the way she held herself, the poise, the grace of her movements. She was radiant and he had to be close to her. Mary Margaret was completely forgotten as he strode purposefully across the room. Three other gentlemen had beaten him to the lady and stood around her showering her with praise and compliments.

She didn’t react as he would expect a lady of the ton to react. She didn’t lower her eyes demurely, she didn’t giggle, she didn’t act coy or as if their adulations were her due. She simply smiled at them. Or beamed rather. He held his hand out to her.

“Pardon me, gentlemen. But the lady has already promised this dance to me.” He gazed into her green eyes, which widened slightly at his bold pronouncement. He wondered if she would expose his lie for what it was.

She smiled and placed her hand in his. He drew her closer and then led her out to the dance floor.

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing!!! Happy birthday in 7 and 10 days, @winterbaby89 and @hollyethecurious!!!

I am resetting my tag list for ‘23! If you’d like to be on it, please let me know either by DM, responding to this post, or contact me on discord. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll remove you, no worries!!

#wip wednesday #birthday fics #krystal writes #a very Disney proposal #winterbaby89 #a mistress to no one #hollyethecurious #coming soon #sneak peek

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notafunkiller · 26 days ago

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The new article come in interesring time right before awards and right before aw will wrap up her movie in novembre. But the whole construction of it is so bad:

1)half of them being seen together are plan pap walks, without this 3 pap walks in rome i guess people laughy at them enought so they decide to not mention them

2) they mention someone said, people saw, source etc. but never show any proof, really source are usually people around couple in terms of their team who talk to press, they know what to say.

3) i will not get into timeline but its messy. Before this article it was said that aw broke up with pine before february but now is march, seb and aw was officialy spotted in may, but we have a pic of them with a story tha deux post from february that was publish way after it was taken. So its one: aw have no shame and date both men in the same time and not to mention publicly because aw and seb were at the bar that anyone could take a pic or more possible two: her contract with pine was long done and she was prepering for the new show, thats why she look straight into the camera im the february pic.

4) as a commited couple they should be in more official events as time goes yet we have less and less events, still at the after party level, and now seb shade things aw does, ignore her in denmark- probably thats the reason it wasnt mention in this great article, didnt invite her to big london premiere even when she was in london and we know she had time to go as she went to many events before and even post drink that day(i know she was filming but if you have a time to make yourself a drink when the red carpet was starting i can guess she wasnt on set that day). And now they are seen less and less together, and if they are its always this weird feeling around them, and its never official always some baits or pap walks. Btw its not private couple vibe, private to me mean we support each other in official events but you dont get to look into our private live and with aw baits we can easly see where seb is and what he is doing.

5)also it might be just me but this article is so flat, so surface level: pap walk here, after party there, awkward cannes here, nothing that would actually be more from what we already know.

6) also rumors of seb cheating and now this also dont sit well with me, its like they checking what would be more interesting to people and will go with the best option, or aw is geting ready for something

7)the term 'couple is going strong' is so boring at this point, like this is the only thing any article ever can say about them, its so predictable at this point it hurts, really 2 years in and noone can say anything else for months?

8) one thing also stand out to me when in article they say aw and seb not mention each other. With seb its true he avoid topic of aw like fire. But aw not, the first secound she got a chance to have any article, this one durning dior fashion show, she mention her bf, and it was so force that you just know she feel the need to say that so she make it know, and yes she didnt mention the name but with all the pap walks and baits she do you really have to be stupid not to connect that the bf she was talking about in dior article was seb. So the person who wrote the elle article didnt saw the dior one or just decide/or was told to ignore this fact so the narrative of this supper private couple that not even mention each other in press will live in public eye. In my opinion this is just a way to cover the sad fact that seb dont talk about aw even if she would like that so they run with this lie.

In the end this article is bunch of pap walk, baits and events that seb dont even look happy to be around aw at all, nothing official only after parties no matter how hard they act like aw was in Berlin events, only adding after party in secound sentence. Weird article, weird time, after such a long time from cannes(what was awkward show with aw bought article calling her 'talk of the town' like i belive in that🙄), weird they didnt mention in elle seb and aw together at her brother wedding, family rome vacations, concert with baits or other family event, only pap walks and some job stuff and awards. Weird, and I just wait where this one will take us

Great points

#asked #my opinions

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years ago

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Casey & Janis Pt.1

Casey: [Has just woken up clearly because that tracks if you’re planning to work tonight for the first time in an age]

Casey: Afternoon

Janis: Alright, dosser

Casey: get it in while you can, like

Janis: 😏

Janis: You excited to not be climbing the walls no more then?

Casey: not been all bad, was alright when you’re about to chuck up against them walls

Janis: Come on, my aim has always been better than that

Casey: if you say so, mate

Janis: oi, to say nothing about my ability to hold it which gets better every customer who wants to book in at 8.00

Casey: less said about that the better, yeah

Janis: gotta pay the landlord’s bills somehow, ain’t we

Casey: they’re a pisstake, won’t be keeping my mouth shut on that one

Janis: yeah, wouldn’t exactly be devastated if we were trashing this dump some more

Casey: hang on to that thought, my love

Janis: it’s more interesting than whatever the girls are 💬

Casey: be me gutted if it weren’t

Janis: alright so the competition is non-existent

Janis: had to leave you sleeping this morning though 🥺

Casey: you don’t ever have to, no competition there neither

Janis: what sort of dickhead if I didn’t let you catch up on your sleep properly?

Casey: what sort am I if you reckon I need it or owt else more than you

Janis: One of us has to behave for the both of us, it’s basically the rules

Casey: the rule is you behave for me how I want, last I heard

Janis: I already missed you, that was just mean

Casey: come here and stop missing me then

Janis: right now

Casey: I’ll give you the count of 10, so you can’t call us mean again how I can tell you wanna

Janis: I wanna call you a lot of things, mean might be one of ‘em

Casey: right now’s your chance, before half the lasses out in this town are chatting away in my ear

Janis: you ain’t missed it?

Casey: only the tips that come with it

Janis: talkings all you have to do now, all you better do

Casey: got a family to feed instead of an ego, don’t worry

Janis: I’m not worried

Janis: I want you to like it better than your last job though

Casey: I’ll be grand, as they say at every job round here

Janis: you could do it in your sleep

Janis: I’ll just miss you in mine

Casey: I ain’t the sort of dickhead who won’t keep you from yours

Casey: stay up with me

Janis: yeah?

Janis: you’ll have to keep me entertained because I can’t rely on getting wasted to make anyone else there interesting

Casey: you don’t need to bother about the state of nobody else, off the clock, you

Casey: even if some twat slips and falls and ends up doing their back in

Janis: You’re the one that’ll be distracted

Casey: I could do it blindfolded an’ all if that’s how you fancy distracting us

Janis: nah, you better see me in my dresses before I’m too big for ‘em

Casey: ‘cause the idea of you being out of them is such a shame, is it?

Janis: wait and 👀 what you reckon

Casey: there’s no need to wait to reckon I’ll be fuming or gutted when that day comes

Janis: I’m fuming I still have more clients to see before I can leave here

Casey: let on to the first how fuming you are and the rest might piss off

Casey: unlikely they’ve all of them the same kink

Janis: s’all fun and games ‘til they can’t kick the ball no more 💔

Casey: can’t kick it as is without a lie down in front of the ref

Janis: 🏆 winning dramatics

Casey: I could top it easy if you don’t leave

Janis: your 🥺 is something else

Casey: [send her a pic where you and Chubby are both doing it together side by side]

Janis: that’s no fair

Janis: baby

Casey: what’s no fair is how much us lads miss you girls

Janis: we definitely miss you more

Casey: I’ll show you you don’t

Janis: it’s not possible, soz

Janis: good thing I don’t need to listen to anyone here ‘cos nothings registering

Casey: come home and I’ll prove the impossible for you

Janis: you gonna earn ALL the tips tonight, yeah?

Casey: I’m cutting your earnings short, be rude if I didn’t

Janis: fuck it, I can reschedule

Casey: this is an emergency, they’d get it if you said

Janis: if they’re lucky, they might at least get a fraction of it

Casey: and of your attention if you reschedule, depending when for

Janis: no one but you gets more than that these days

Casey: it’s mutual, don’t matter how this new job goes

Janis: be more than a bit pathetic if I was worried otherwise

Janis: they weren’t competition when you were actually fucking them

Casey: you can remind as many as you feel you have to

Janis: you wish, boy

Casey: yeah

Janis: don’t worry, it’ll be clear how unavailable you are

Casey: long as it’s clear I’ll not be worried

Janis: plenty of ways I can make it without getting you into trouble

Casey: and as many ways you can get us into trouble without it getting us the sack

Janis: sounds like a challenge

Janis: how could I possibly refuse

Casey: I’d have to reckon on one of the footballers throwing a strop and having your phone off you if you did do

Casey: or Gracie which bears thinking about even less

Janis: I wouldn’t back either in a fight, personally

Casey: I’d not back our chances of having another kid if your sister tried to crack on to me, I’d never get turned on again, like

Janis: don’t break my heart like that

Casey: just as well you can take her easy as

Janis: would have to if she wants to make childlessness a twin thing

Casey: she’s too late, unlucky for her

Janis: true but

Janis: more

Casey: I’ve said you can have all the babies you want

Janis: how many do you want?

Casey: depends, here in this minute, enough for a football team to do the dickheads keeping you away from me out of a job

Janis: might be the best thing you’ve ever said 😍

Casey: told you I missed you more

Janis: but I’m rescheduling as we speak so you don’t have to miss me

Casey: alright, I love you more then

Janis: but I love you so much, you’re the only person I think about

Casey: I dreamt about how much I love you, must be mutual too

Janis: I knew you looked extra fucking adorable before I left

Casey: but you still weren’t gonna wake me, how out of order’s that

Janis: how do you know I didn’t try

Janis: maybe you weren’t dreaming

Casey: fuck

Casey: you’ve got me there, girl

Janis: you look real innocent when you’re sleeping, would be bad of me

Casey: I’ll only pretend I am and you’ll only be pretend bad

Janis: your body reacts the same way

Casey: it would if I were dead, I love you that much

Janis: you’re never allowed to do that

Casey: not til we’ve both had enough of being in our 100s, we’ll go together or we ain’t going

Janis: that’s a promise

Casey: I’ll never leave you, nothing can make me

Janis: I’m so happy with you, it still don’t feel like it can be real

Casey: when I’ve had decades I still won’t be able to get my head round you being mine

Janis: not even when we’re 100 with 100 babies, I know

Casey: I didn’t know I could feel like this, it don’t feel like it’s allowed

Janis: life is meant to be hard and shit, how everyone acts

Casey: it was, but I dunno how you reckon I’ve done my time with all that yet, should be pushing 100 before I’m owed even a fraction of any of this, and if I weren’t a proper cocky bastard I’d be saying nah on none of it happening

Janis: ‘cos we want it and that’s gotta be a good enough reason

Janis: already been the most selfish we could be, no sense stopping now, is there

Casey: if there is sense I ain’t gonna point it out

Janis: I’m not looking for it

Casey: I’m on the lookout for your car and you getting the fuck out of it, nowt else

Janis: Good

Janis: I can’t keep count and drive towards you

Casey: I’ve already lost it

Janis: why I like you

Casey: I can’t give you my whys of liking you when you’re driving

Janis: rude way of calling me a shit driver 😱

Casey: you’re a lass, I’d have a job liking you if you wasn’t but it does put you at a disadvantage as far as driving, can’t get away from that

Janis: 😏 sorry we can only pretend you need to teach me

Casey: when the babybrain kicks in I’ll have to teach you all sorts, you heard, biding my time over here

Janis: I’ll remind you how to count to 10 in the meantime

Casey: tah but I’d rather we both forgot with the other reminders that could be being chucked about

Janis: Only so fast I can drive whilst keeping your baby safe, remind me of why you don’t need to be patient then

Casey: Maybe I do but what I don’t need to be is stressed about her safety, you’d never put her at risk, it ain’t the sort of mummy you are, me and her both know it

Janis: you trust me

Casey: with her life

Janis: and we’re your favourite girls in the world

Casey: yeah, means loads more to me than my own, hers and yours

Janis: yours means just as much to us so you’re safe too

Casey: I feel safer here than anywhere else I’ve ever lived

Janis: that’s all that matters to me

Casey: but that don’t mean this is it, I’ll get you a house with a decent garden for her and the dog to get dead good at football in

Janis: I know

Janis: I just want you, I’d have stayed in the hotel forever if I had to

Casey: there’s no just, you can have me and them things, I’ll be a manager in a bit like I said

Janis: ‘course you will, you’ve done this job for years now

Casey: it’s ‘cause of you, reckoning I can

Janis: ‘cos you can

Janis: and you deserve everything you want, ‘cos I say so

Casey: you’ve always said, and thought, I were more than anybody else did

Janis: some people ain’t seen further than their own problems yet

Casey: it kept me going when there was fuck all else to go after, I won’t forget it even though now there is

Janis: there might be too much to thank you for whilst driving

Casey: might be loads of versions of you to end up loving in a 100 years but she were still first

Janis: making me emotional to see if my hormones are fucking me up yet

Casey: mine are, have a word with her, only the first day of work I ain’t off to bloody war, fuck’s sake

Janis: [a video of her telling this baby to cut it out adorably]

Casey: you will come though, won’t you

Casey: seriously

Janis: try and stop me

Casey: no, I don’t wanna even pretend stop you

Janis: then you’ll have to think about helping me get ready

Casey: you’ll have to get ready for what thinking about that is gonna have me do to you the sec you get in this door

Janis: I’ll do my best 😇

Casey: better behaved than her, you

Janis: can’t be demoted before you even see her

Casey: least saying that we’re both ready for her 🥺 to fuck us up

Janis: you’re going to be right there with me, I can handle it all

Casey: you might be demoted a 🤏 when I take her to work with me

Janis: how, under your shirt

Casey: my club, I can do what I like

Janis: 😣

Casey: what’s that face for

Janis: you demoting me

Casey: fuck that, I’ll carry you both round

Janis: you already do, won’t be much bigger even when she’s out

Casey: there you go then, you can keep on and be my favourite an’ all

Janis: fuck sleep, I need you more

Casey: you can’t be touching up footballers anyway, soon as she’s out there’s her sister to put in, you’re well busy

Janis: You’ve got my maternity leave to get it done, should be easy as

Casey: Won’t be for lack of trying if I don’t

Janis: unless you think I’m really gross after

Casey: what fucked up babybrain have I got, you’re the fittest girl in the world, you always have been

Janis: keep thinking that, you’re not allowed to change your mind

Casey: she’s not gonna make me, she only wants to get out of there, she already knows she ain’t allowed to piss about while she’s doing it or we’ll fall out

Janis: She’d not dare disobey

Casey: she’s better off being my little mate

Janis: you’re a good mate to have, I can let her know

Casey: getting on your bad side isn’t how she wants to go about starting nothing neither

Janis: she’s stuck with me, may as well be my mate too

Casey: nah, she’ll be chuffed to bits to have you, the dog’s not shut up since I said you was on your way

Janis: going to have to let me get in the door before you show me what you’ve gotta do to me then

Casey: I can’t, he’ll have to be a good boy instead of me

Janis: it’s okay, it’s good when you know I need it

Casey: I’ve got you fully trained at least

Janis: I should be mad at you for how turned on that makes me

Casey: why be fuming when you can get even

Janis: I don’t play for a draw

Casey: go on then, win, I’ll let you

Janis: 😡

Casey: you’re too cute

Janis: you’re mean

Casey: I’m sorry, baby

Janis: I can tell when you don’t mean it

Casey: You’ll be able to tell I do when I get on my knees on the drive

Janis: [better get driving so you can show up girl]

Casey: [he literally will do it, we all know, there’s no shame, keep Chubby in this gaff please he doesn’t need to be involved in y’all’s extra antics, deffo has sent her a very distracting pic or two while she is driving as well tho]

Janis: [so glad you left work early so there’s not a crowd of people to see you, just walking over to you like do I believe you hmm but we’re too heart eyes at the sight of you really]

Casey: [excuse us if there was because he’d still be unrepentantly kissing her stomach from this position, soz he simply must, as well as lowkey dragging her down with him so he can make out with her as if he hasn’t seen her in a thousand years]

Janis: [we all know y’all don’t care and we shall be making out with you as hard because always miss you ‘where have you been?’ like you don’t know because the audacity of having to leave each other]

Casey: [doing a forehead touch obvs like right here whilst also positioning the rest of his body so that it couldn’t be touching her more in every possible way like also right here because with you all the time and am never gonna leave you]

Janis: [give him a little loving headbutt because always right there, hugging him in the way you’re very much pushing your stomach at him even though the bump would still be non-existent]

Casey: [hugging her back so hard because always and he would’ve not been able to until really recently cos only just healed like we said, and it turns into picking her up cos he meant what he said about not wanting to share her with Chubby for a minute so continuing the makeout against this car would turn into putting her in it, ofc, a car hookup was their first time, it’s undeniably going to happen right now feelings are high today with him going back to work and y’all knowing you’ll have to see a bit less of each other]

Janis: [ahh to be basically free of those damn injuries again, the blessing that feels like for both of you but especially you boy, the car hookup is essential rn because you’re both highly in your feelings about everything and the fact things are actually happening for y’all, slowly but surely]

Casey: [mhmm, the joys of being able to be fully feral and throw her around again when he wants, god bless, and my boo is so right, I’m so happy for y’all, you deserve this rn and you deserve all the things that are beginning to happen, soz Libi is gonna fuck up this living situation for you but it won’t break y’all and it will help peeps realise she is not okay about literally anything atm so, it’s the start of the messy Libi era, everyone buckle up and for now most of all enjoy being happy af while you still can]

Janis: [we know you’ve been living laughing loving here and will continue to even though this is gonna be drama llamas thanks to these children lmao]

Casey: [they can’t be tamed rn and I love it for them, fuck the haters, but thank god you are so in your feelings atm and thus this hookup cannot last forever and you’re probably kissing almost constantly or every neighbour you have would be joining the ranks of said haters with how hard you’re going at it in this car on this day]

Janis: [about to not be your neighbours but you don’t know that yet, at least you got in the car, a casual step up from some previous feral behaviour lol]

Casey: [lol lol, proud of you lads, do those feral antics and then carry her into this house, boy cos Chubby has missed her too that isn’t a lie, will be kissing her the entire way but it shall be softer and less !!! dramatic]

Janis: [always proud of you for doing the bare minimum to not give the whole neighbourhood a show lol, giving this dog some attention but can’t not be kissing this boy so we keep patting you wrong so you’ll be grumping soz lil man but we’ve missed this boy and we’ll inevitably miss him when he’s working as well as us ‘I missed you’ again we must let you know between kisses]

Casey: [when you likewise cannot give Chubby the attention he wants and deserves, soz hun, but he is simply too distracted taking off some of her work clothes and kissing all the skin he uncovers as a missed you too and will miss you gal, but do eventually tear yourself away from this task long enough that you can get this dog the kind of treat that takes ages to chew so he’ll be happy and busy while you carry this gal to y’all’s bed- cos I assume you’re in a tiny shit flat rn so it wouldn’t be far, if not use the sofa, it matters not- and you can then more fully devote yourself to removing the rest of her clothes and kissing her more, as always special attention to the boobs because it’s feasible they could have grown slightly already and we all know he’d be as OBSESSED by this as he was from the second he first noticed it, obvs he could be doing that FOREVER but excuse you sir he won’t cos he’s gotta notice all that jizz from the car hookup, which neither of them has recovered from remotely yet, running down her leg from y’all moving immediately and therefore he simply must use his tongue to collect it and once he has use that tongue and his fingers to fuck it back into her as deep as he physically can as if he’s trying to get her preggo here and now, really though y’all are just in a feral mood]

Janis: [I’m sure you’ve got a nice comfy bed to run and take this treat to because priorities, you’ll be in more of a stable routine and lifestyle now, sir, even with this rude and impromptu move, it’ll be for the better in the end; meanwhile in the here and now we’re just thinking we’re DYING at this boob attention and then you hit us with this move and we are truly feral, good thing you aren’t ready for your job yet because your hair is getting fucked up and whatever top you’re wearing needs to be pulled off before we rip it off instead]

Casey: [all I want for Chubby is a stable and happy home life, thank you, so glad JC are thriving atm, but this is why your landlord CLEARLY hates y’all even before these out of control party shenanigans because constantly feral, like he literally woke up and started talking to her to get in this mood and insist she came home ASAP lol, and he couldn’t be doing more to make her scream the place down here and now or be less soz about it, p.s unrelated but it makes me laugh, what does Grace think is EVER happening rn with you and your working hours and thus life hun, it really amuses me how confused she’d be]

Janis: [mhmm, this person is looking for an excuse honestly and we can’t blame them but can’t help but love y’all, it gave parallel to icecubegate day so no way we were not coming home, and that’s the entire pretty carefree mood of the moment because your clients are your clients like there isn’t crossover with Grace or anyone else who may work there so as much as you’ll be dying to work it out, we’re not telling you nothing girl lmao; we’ll just be here acting like he can impregnate us still and saying the most about how much we want that]

Casey: [above the pub will be a much better fit for y’all in this era cos it’s noisy and y’all can get away with all these antics more whereas this flat has gotta be too small and too surrounded by neighbours you can piss off as well as the landlord, soz not soz they are a nightmare cos they are too in love and in a bubble to give any fucks, like rn he’s likewise 1000% with her on that, keeping her still and positioning her in the cliche way peeps do as if that means she’ll deffo get pregnant from this, doing the hottest and slowest count to 10 ever amongst everything else he’s doing with his mouth]

Janis: [it’s not the mood ‘cos your neighbours are probably as crazy if that’s the kind of area and you don’t wanna be getting in fights on the daily, that’s not how this new life is meant to be; gotta put all your effort into keeping this girl still because that is the last thing our body wants to do right now, fully looking down at you like 🥺]

Casey: [god bless the iconic bruises she’s gonna have to be hitting this clerb with, shall have to dress accordingly gal cos yeah he isn’t holding back from accomplishing that task at all, could not be happier his injuries are healed truly and he can do the MOST again which of course includes pausing to say her name like ILY with all the !! and eye contact when she’s making that face and he’s got to 10]

Janis: [hitting you with an ‘I-’ because we are overwhelmed in all the ways and how can we possibly convey that with words, just trying to get it across with how hard we are attempting to hold this position despite all the obstacles to this]

Casey: [doing the slowest nod as he then has a lil pause to breathe on her v dramatically cos it’s the shit they do like as if they are both taking a sec here and that isn’t also overwhelmingly hot ‘you’re here’ as if that was what she was gonna say, cos both buzzing about it ‘home’ as the most important * ever]

Janis: [‘you’re here’ and tapping our head because always and whenever we’re not physically with you we’re constantly thinking about you and moments like this, still maintaining ridiculous eye contact even though we’re the reddest ever]

Casey: [I don’t make the rules, he’s obviously moving whilst still keeping her basically pinned where she is with his body so he can kiss her forehead and temples in the most indecent way as soon as she says that, lowkey accidentally on purpose eating her hair on that second move, no notes]

Janis: [when you can freely contort yourself into these positions without fear of hurting him now so we absolutely are because who doesn’t love an opportunity to show off how flexible they are, not this girl, running our fingers through your hair and helping hold our position by pulling on your hair so it’s pretty rough]

Casey: [never gonna be mad about how genuinely flexible she is cos lots of gals think they are but they’re actually not and especially not to this level cos they not putting in the work like that, he loves to see it and is not over it, thus rewarding her with the most !! kiss as if his jaw wouldn’t be about to fall off over here from all the feral behaviour]

Janis: [just doing gymnastics on this bed as if it’s necessary because it’s the kink lol, making the most of being upside down essentially by really going for this kiss because his tongue would be halfway down your throat without having to make any special effort and we love to be unable to breathe or do anything that isn’t swap bodily fluids with you]

Casey: [we all know it’s her fave so ofc he’ll be holding her throat too so it’s even harder for her to breathe and equally so he can feel all that, the usual lol]

Janis: [always living our best life being unhinged like you haven’t done this before nor will you ever get the chance again, still riding that vibe even though you know it’s no longer true unless something goes very very wrong, gotta be lowkey stuffing our hair into your mouth like there you go, your turn to not breathe]

Casey: [in no world is he not gonna be choking more than he really would be for the absolute vibe and hotness of it in y’all’s opinion, making her hair all gross with spit and borderline vom nbd, thank god you’ll both have time to shower before you hit the clerb cos imagine]

Janis: [can’t be coming in looking like you’ve already done your tactical sick honey, you came back early, we got all the time in the world to be so hearteyes about being truly gross together, ‘tis your love language]

Casey: [mhmm and he’s got all the time in the world to be throwing her around this bed by her throat cos another fave and there’s no way he won’t be initiating another hookup by now and therefore needing to get her into whatever position y’all settle on for the deepest penetration ever to continue with those getting her pregnant vibes]

Janis: [you’re gonna have to do a mini passout together like not a full snooze because we can’t be late but tis the only way we’re ending this because we could just go forever with these vibes]

Casey: [agreed and y’all can’t be going on forever like this actually cos you have places to be, wake them up from this lil doze Chubby by being adorable, if you get him first by licking his face or something he can go run a bath for her, or start running the shower if that’s all this crappy flat has given you, because always]

Janis: [give this dog some proper attention whilst this boy is busy doing that because you did not and he’s offended clearly lol, shout through ‘do I need to walk him?’]

Casey: [come through to see Chubby being a mr steal your gal as soon as he gets some attention though lol and you can playfight him away like oi she is mine, cos they are both silly big baby boy nerds ‘before you put your fittest dress on’ like don’t be wasting the good ootn on a dog walk or be getting kidnapped cos you’ll look so kidnappable ‘but not yet’ cos soz not letting you go rn hun even though he has not done it cos just woke up as we know, emphasising this by picking her up and chucking her over his shoulder to run into the bathroom as if she was gonna leave otherwise, making Chubby zoom and be even sillier chasing y’all]

Janis: [‘weren’t planning to do it in heels’ as we are shaking our head affectionately at your antics with this pup, just helping Chubby on the sly before being kidnapped by you and shouting to Chubby for help lollollol]

Casey: [Chubby being an absolute hero and trying to save her, oh we love him so much, I like to think this evil boy has already fully thrown her into the bath or shower though so then this dog gets in too and is soaked and all that hilarity ensues cos y’all really are living your best life and I need all that domestic cute happiness]

Janis: [the tsunami that chunky king would cause, the entire house is gonna be soaked when he shakes it off but we’re just loling and unconcerned because adorable]

Casey: [no fucks given, despite chasing him with a towel it’s only to play with him more tbh cos likewise just loling and being v happy as you all should be, haters be damned]

Janis: [get your shower on girl, you have a mess to clean]

Casey: [and you get in with her sir when you’ve quite finishing winding this puppy up]

Janis: [just a look like oh so you’ve finished ignoring me, as if he’s been gone ages here]

Casey: [fully wrapping his arms around her in an unnecessarily extra and daddy manner to pull her close to him as if they wouldn’t be anyway cos there’s only so much space in this shower with his own look like I’m soz I didn’t catch yours what did you say even though he did and knows full well what you’re saying with it]

Janis: [just holding it however we have to manoeuvre within this hold like you heard me, ‘washing’ a new bruises/bite/scratch mark we just gave you like it’s nbd and we’re not saying loads with this too]

Casey: [keeping things mutual as per by doing the same with the new bruises he just gave her by pinning her in place for an age, it goes without saying he’s pressing down hard enough when he’s washing her to make them even more dramatic, of course he is]

Janis: [conversely being very gentle over a lovebite you accidentally gave him in the standard neck area because thinking about him making a good first impression, not that I think anyone would lose their shit over a barman having a hickie but we’re thinking about it]

Casey: [taking her hand and holding/playing with as gently if not even more so cos he gets what she’s thinking about and why but it’s okay and he do need her to know that without having to say so]

Janis: [whilst still being v gentle, come at him with a face wash vibe so you can just be staring at him but he has to close his eyes so he doesn’t get soap in them lol]

Casey: [smiling so big, not because it tickles but because he’s that happy and has been this entire time y’all have been living here vibing]

Janis: [smiling to the point even though your eyes are closed I know you can feel it, also covering your face in kisses which is a mistake because you’ve not rinsed the soap off so you now have to dramatically spit that and look offended like he did it on purpose]

Casey: [can feel it so risks opening his eyes to sneak a look at her and sees her doing this dramatic spit and obvs finds it really hot actually, we all know who he is, so doing his own very faux offended LOOK like excuse you, before he’s doing the most, stroking her tongue, spitting water into her mouth etc etc all the kind of feral things you don’t have to be doing but just wanna]

Janis: [‘your fault’ so sincerely as we’re biting our lip to make it bleed like the taste is preferable but clearly you just wanna/need to]

Casey: [‘I’ll take the blame then’ as he takes her lip into his mouth and sucks the blood off it cos duh]

Janis: [shake our head and thus our lip to make it bleed some more for you ‘make me sound as bad as you like’ however ridiculous that sounds with our bottom lip between your teeth, like you can tell all your coworkers I’m a nightmare if you gotta lol]

Casey: [shaking his own head immediately ‘too good, you’ as if these co-workers are gonna know and call him a liar lol and it’s not just that she always behaves exactly as he wants her to at all times]

Janis: [‘must be your type’ like only good for you, which, true]

Casey: [a nod cos it is true lol, her poor lip just getting pulled about left right and centre here nbd]

Janis: [the appreciative sounds you’ll get in return though letting you know we’re not mad]

Casey: [doing his own appreciative sounds in reaction to hers because he’s that sort of bear ‘go on, what do you want us to tell ‘em?’ cos the complete freedom of peeps who don’t actually know you and she can just be his gf and whatever they want without all the drama attached and we all know he’s been thinking about and looking forward to it since he found out he got this job]

Janis: [when the freedom is so real and you can’t even fathom being able to make up a story that’s entirely your own choosing so your pause is dramatically long as you’re going through everything you could say or want to ‘they’ll just need to know they’re going to see me a lot’ like let ‘em know I will be showing up to see you often]

Casey: [letting her have that moment while he has his own cos it’d feel realer now than ever with how close this new job looms and obvs he has all the feelings about it ‘and used to seeing me like this’ as he touches the same accidental lovebite she did earlier, yet another it’s okay and we don’t have to be tamed move]

Janis: [‘you’re mine first’ basically under our breath like you can’t have him that fully, at this job, because we refuse to give up our feral ways when it’s not your business]

Casey: [‘I’m yours no matter what’ they can’t have him, his co-workers or customers, soz not soz, not at all under his breath cos we heard you and we hard agree]

Janis: [squeeze our hand over yours and this lovebite with the firmness needed to say I know without saying the words ‘they won’t need telling I’m yours’ like it’ll be that obvious why I’m in this club]

Casey: [nevertheless giving her a matching lovebite right here and right now while he does the 🤏 with his free hand like they need telling a little bit imo, before then using it to pull her hair and get her even closer somehow during his antics, because always gonna make it even more obvious and he’s simply that !! about the idea of her being at this club with him and them getting to be a proper couple and do proper couple things]

Janis: [‘I want you to talk about me’ because you don’t get to to anyone who’s going to be happy to hear it and this paired with the hair pull and lovebite is making this a !! demand lowkey]

Casey: [‘I want to’ cos he really do, and he really wants to let her know how much by saying it even though it’s obvious af he’s having all the feelings about this and he also wants to give her the bonus of how those 3 words sound when they come out ‘they’ll be sick of hearing us’ like I promise I will talk about you and simply will never shut my mouth on the subject, but there’s the double meaning of hearing y’all being feral too as we all know you will somehow and he wants to put that idea firmly in her head for tonight]

Janis: [‘We’ll see’ ultimate parental vibes lol but obviously that sounds like anything but a no to soften the blow because obviously we’re thinking of the potential of any breaks you get too]

Casey: [Ian, unlike my father, has clearly never been a we’ll see kind of dad a day in his life so that’s deffo the first time you’ve ever heard that boy, hence your hot lol and oh yeah? kind of eyebrow raise and expression like we all know that’s a yes actually]

Janis: [‘you’re going to be very busy’ as we’re doing our washing you whilst massaging your muscles thing like don’t be so sure boy]

Casey: [‘not too busy for you’ cos where’s the lie ever, in any situation, proving his point by washing her hair or something when he could just be enjoying what she’s doing and chilling]

Janis: [‘not gonna complain’ as a contented sigh because it feels nice and we’re not, you could do your job asleep like we can ours]

Casey: [‘nor me’ meaning this job in general now, however shit it may or may not be he’s just genuinely happy to have a new one and not be injured anymore and for them to be living together and living their best lives]

Janis: [‘not getting the [something in this place that needs fixing] fixed, not getting you out of it’ like soz, you are stuck with me, wrapping your whole self around him to illustrate your point]

Casey: [‘asking that nice’s what’ll get [the thing] fixed’ as if she’s only doing it because she really wants her DIY done lol]

Janis: [do your own lol like oh, I see ‘if I was asking you, you’d know about it’ because fuck fixing this landlord’s place for them honey but also we know how to get you to do what we want, of course]

Casey: [‘what are you after then?’ like she’s so demanding there must be something and he simply has no clue what it could possibly be]

Janis: [doing a pout like how dare you and I can’t believe you could ever think that about me, blowing some soap bubbles at you ‘I’m just making sure you look presentable’]

Casey: [all the eye contact ever + taking an age to run his thumb over her pouty bottom lip as if he’s thinking who he could have mixed her up with, doing a smirk as he dodges those soap bubbles cos yet again can’t be overstated how much he’s not over not being injured and being able to move properly, and while he is messing about like that, crouching down so it’s like he’s in baby Jac’s eyeline ‘is it you?’ like she’s the one with a list of diva demands ‘my bad, like, what are you after little girl?’ @ this bub in a soft almost whisper in case it’s a secret]

Janis: [also dodge our faux push at you confusing us with anyone else in this scenario because of course we know what that smirk means but our own expression is pure 😳 up here ‘you know better than I do’ with a shrug like if she needs something she hasn’t told me, pretending we’re v casual about all this]

Casey: [‘you heard her, it’s me who knows best’ with all the daddy energy in the world because always ‘not having you kick off tonight, don’t matter how massively everybody else’s behaving like a dickhead’ not him expressing his new job nerves via this baby, it’s fine]

Janis: [‘your favourite for a reason’ as we’re stroking your hair, looking down at you with love from this POV, like of course she’s going to behave for you ‘nowt to worry about’]

Casey: [kissing her stomach as a kiss for this bub and then a kiss on the top of her head/her hair because they are both his faves and also making it even that he gets some soap in his mouth too even though his was more on purpose and is actually shampoo lol tis still mutual and we love that]

Janis: [getting to wash his mouth out for him which devolves into an intense and deep makeout sesh here in his shower because we have a lot of feelings about you, making it so you’re both sitting on the floor of this shower moment like you were in the driveway before]

Casey: [love a parallel, enjoy your makeout sesh lads, I shan’t ruin your good time by reminding you of your water bill I’ll just be thinking about it silently to myself]

Janis: [oh my boo, love you but that is simply the last thing that would ever be on their minds and we all know it ‘what am I meant to do whilst I wait for you?’ between increasingly frantic kisses, said as if you’ve never been to a club in your life but I get it]

Casey: [‘What am I knowing you’re waiting on me?’ because what could be more distracting that her there looking stunning and him only being able to do or say something about it when he isn’t busy with all the other peeps he couldn’t care less about, hence the kisses getting more and more extra somehow as are the moans and sounds he’s doing rn and knowing he won’t be able to just do whenever]

Janis: [purely reactive sounds to yours because the way you sound is doing something to us ‘I can’t look at you’ as you’re doing your eyes open kissing because got to whilst we can still do more than just look]

Casey: [‘you can’t look away’ like I know you can’t but also you mustn’t despite the fact it’ll probably kill us how much eye contact we’re gonna end up making across this bar, holding her face still in this moment the way he pinned her body in place earlier, just the exact same energy and amount of force]

Janis: [it’s too real and we wouldn’t deny it anyway ‘no one else registers’ pulling your body into ours as hard as we can because need to be as close to you as we can whilst we can]

Casey: [the GASP as he inevitably ends up inside her because it feels like it’s been a thousand years even though it’s literally been no time at all as per, only managing to get out ‘never’ and it barely sounding like a word but had to try so she knows how much nobody else has ever registered or will]

Janis: [the ‘fuck me’ being pushed out of you with this moment here and now but we’re nodding rhythmically and making deliberate eye contact like you know I mean tonight]

Casey: [taking it as an instruction in the here and now as always and being as frantic about it as the kisses were, not all casually throwing her around this shower as much as possible like they were doing on the bed earlier, definitely making sure she ends up with her face pressed against the floor at some point so she can be half drowned, asking her if she wants to get fucked like this for every new position and move to let her know he’s down for everywhere and anywhere tonight despite that being obvious]

Janis: [getting out our ‘yes daddy’ every time despite that getting increasingly more impossible given everything that’s occurring, pushing back against you only so you have to slam us harder into the floor ‘we have to’ said like it truly is something you MUST do]

Casey: [doing a ‘good girl’ every time despite that being as impossible for him because simply gotta when she’s behaving this well ‘we’re doing it’ said in the exact same way because hard agree, however impractical that may actually be he’s as determined ‘tonight and every night you’re with me’ love the stamina, we know you’re never gonna be less feral though so it’s not a promise you’re likely to break]

Janis: [‘every night’ as a * like I’ll come be with you every night because why would I be anywhere else when we can be together ‘I’ll make it so easy for you’ we all know what that means outfitwise like please imagine that now thanks boy]

Casey: [‘forever’ because obvs he wants that exact same thing despite how impractical it is with her day job and the fact she needs sleep and there’ll be a baby soon, he’s not thinking about any of that rn, he’s only thinking about what she just said and somehow managing to fuck her even harder because of it]

Janis: [‘I’ll be so quiet’ whilst you do the total opposite here and now because you actually cannot and will not when you don’t need to]

Casey: [demo-ing all the possible ways he could make her be purely for the fun of it, putting his hand over her mouth, his tongue halfway down her throat etc etc like I’ll be so helpful don’t worry

Janis: [when your hand is over our mouth we’re licking it as indecently as we can ‘til you relent and we can suck every finger individually and then your tongue until we’re gagging so you know exactly how we’re proposing you make us be quiet]

Casey: [v enthusiastic responses in every way as if she was going to be in any doubt here she was giving right answers]

Janis: [just here switching up the position and insisting on blowing you mid hookup because apparently that’s been too long too and we need to, just lying on the floor on our stomach between your legs nbd]

Casey: [never gonna say no to that, will be using the shower to lowkey waterboard her though obvs because always gotta help her choke to death moreso than she already is and will also be playing with her booty in all the ways cos it’s right there in this position how could he not]

Janis: [soz it is all about you right now for us and we gotta let you know with our hearteyes like we’re not out here acting like a demon seeing how far we can take things always, doing the softest bites all over you because a risky business but if anyone would, it’s y’all, obviously you have to kiss and lick his booty too because why would you not show your appreciation with mutual experiences]

Casey: [it’s mutual, adorable hearteyes mixed with the absolute feral urge to take things to their absolute limit, and it goes without saying he was already doing the first one before he started LOSING it over those bites and everything else which would cause him to GO IN on the second, he’ll lose a hand up there in a sec if y’all don’t calm down which you clearly never will lol]

Janis: [just here dragging our teeth over the most sensitive spot over and over because we want you to lose it and fuck the shit out of us lowkey literally lol ‘will you bend me over the bar?’ when you’re using your tongue to instead be penetrating him so you can somewhat get that out coherently if muffled]

Casey: [calling her baby over and over as if that move she’s doing is the softest and gentlest shit anyone has ever done, no notes, giving her the most enthusiastic yes in answer to her question in the form of not being able to be coherent though and just being the loudest and somehow continuing to do the most penetration ever to her despite how hardcore he’s dying rn]

Janis: [just one long continuous moan in response that gets more insane and desperate the more you’re doing and the more we’re thinking about ‘all my holes, all yours’ which is not a full sentences but it cannot be, only illustrating what we mean by adding a finger to the tongue action we’re doing to you, only to then put said finger in your mouth to suck]

Casey: [of course he’s doing it and doing it as dramatically as possible, whilst still doing the most to try and wear her like a glove and dragging her into whatever position necessary with his free hand to be able to touch her foof as much at the same time as though all holes at once was an instruction for rn immediately, it’s all happening in this shower, try not to break it, lads]

Janis: [it’s probably the tiniest shower in the world because of course it is, which makes this even more intense and mental because neither of y’all has room to breathe, never mind adjust once you’ve crammed yourself into whatever position is necessary for this to just keep escalating like it is]

Casey: [mhmm, you’re both too tall to be playing this manic feral game of sexual tetris and something in that shower is definitely getting fucked up but will that stop you, no of course not, nothing will until you both can’t take any more]

Janis: [good thing you did actually get clean before starting this business and will be able to get clean enough with whatever you’ve got left of this shower when you’ve recovered and come ‘round lmao]

Casey: [imagine if they just had to have a normal shower after that as if nothing had happened because they hadn’t done any of it, I’m cackling]

Janis: [this is why y’all go until you pass out because you simply can’t, then you have to koala to each other like clingy children because it’d literally be like a comedown]

Casey: [oh lads you do amuse me, I’d be too exhausted to put a full shift at work in after all that never mind anything else happening while you’re both at the club]

Janis: [good luck, could never be us, the stamina, like my boo said, we’ll just be here in our towel watching you get dressed whilst we attempt to process any of that, as per]

Casey: [god knows what your work outfit is sir but it’s probably not cute, clerbs are so cringe, at least you’ll be able to pick a bomb one out for her when you’re dressed, that’ll be v fun for you both even if you’re gonna have to wait a while before she can put it on cos Chubby does need to be walked by one or both of yous and you will also have to do boring shit like make or order dinner of some sort]

Janis: [we will definitely have to pop out before we put that on it would legit not be safe nor sensible but I’m sure Chubby has gone to sleep whilst you’ve been pissing about so you can help him start something in the kitchen first]

Casey: [it’s fine the anticipation of her finally putting it on is almost as fun as picking the outfit, it all adds to it, and like I said earlier in this convo I need all the domestic cuteness so yes definitely meal prep and cook together in your tiny kitchen and he’ll make drinks for them both like he needs the practice but really he just wants to make her the personalised non-alcoholic drink from before cos all the emotions he has]

Janis: [here in our feelings, don’t mind us, got to hide how genuinely emotional we are by being like ‘just don’t forget alcohol for the people paying’ like we’re giving out handy tips]

Casey: [‘won’t forget to charge for it’ as if he’s gonna make virgin drinks and then get peeps to pay for doubles, don’t mind me emotional because that reminds me of Jimothy’s barista boy antics when he was gonna like give full fat milk to the lactose intolerant peeps, I’m fine, not wrecked by JJ at all]

Janis: [the parallels are not lost on us but trying very hard not to get stuck thinking about that or we will have to go home and be sad and the evening hasn’t even begun so la la la ignore those memories]

Casey: [I’ll just think instead about how in clerbs drinks are so watered down and overpriced sometimes that what he just said isn’t far from the truth so I don’t get sad, also I’m gonna focus on how this boy is such a big nerd he will be playing bops for Chubby, when he inevitably wakes up to be nosey about y’all’s dinner, so he can have his own little club night experience seeing as he isn’t allowed to come with, again this is why your neighbours and landlord hate you, here singing badly and trying to get this dog to join in + dancing with this pup like an absolute fool]

Janis: [when this is something you would automatically go to film because it is amusing and you want to be able to look back on it but that’s also a whole loaded thing so you put your phone down and focus on getting his dog walking gubbins out so you can use this excitement to get him out the door and walked as fast as you’d need to today]

Casey: [when he knows but he’s not going to force you into confronting any of it and bring the mood down drastically, focus on getting your own jobs done sir whether that’s carrying on sorting dinner out or washing up some of the shit or whatever it may be]

Janis: [go on your walk so you can take that second to not spiral here and now, it’s fine]

Casey: [let her cos you know she needs to and you don’t ever need to be Jimothy levels of clingy about anything so]

Janis: [after you’ve been out for a while but are still definitely on your walk]

Janis: You remembered how to make it

Janis: how do you remember them all?

Casey: Just do, if you’re bothered about something you make space for it, I dunno

Janis: yeah

Janis: or there’s room for a big 🧠

Casey: there’s room for drink related bollocks where other dickheads have room for doctor or lawyer related bollocks, more like

Janis: like eithers that hard, condescending attitude and a lot of jargon gets you either letters by your name, like

Casey: it don’t worry us, them dickheads chuck their earnings into my pocket at the end of their work day, hard or piss easy

Janis: be easier to list who don’t

Casey: too right, in this town there’d be no list, either you’re just born or near dead

Janis: be why there’s so many dickheads to deal with, odds were never on your side

Casey: I fancy my odds on knowing how to deal with ‘em, you’re alright

Janis: I know

Casey: We’ll make a go of it, you know

Janis: of what?

Casey: all this, everything

Janis: you know I don’t doubt you, yeah

Casey: don’t doubt yourself neither, yeah

Janis: never been accused of that

Casey: part of the problem, that

Janis: are you on my side or what boy

Casey: unless the or what is repeating other twats mistakes when I can see them a mile off, wouldn’t do you no favours there, would I

Janis: This is the last thing you need to be bothered about tonight

Casey: you’re the only thing I need to bother myself with any night

Janis: but I’m okay so you can bother about yourself instead

Casey: tah but I’ve got nowt to worry about

Janis: true, and you look good

Casey: I’ll look better when I own the place and can have my say in what every dickhead else wears, like

Casey: it’ll do before that night comes

Janis: got time to decide if you really wanna be that cunt and insist on waistcoats and bowties

Casey: probably won’t need long to work out that’s not a goer but never say never

Janis: you’re too nice, always have been

Casey: to you I’ve always wanted to be

Janis: you didn’t always have enough reason to

Casey: it were that I had too much of one, biggest reason there is

Janis: doesn’t stop me treating people like shit but

Janis: I get it

Casey: and I get why you’ve done each thing you’ve done, always have

Janis: I’ll have to take your word for it

Casey: go on then, take and keep hold of what I’ve said, girl

Janis: I’m listening, I swear

Casey: good, I’ll lose the knack of sign language in a bit

Janis: he’ll lose his for conversation, god knows if either of them is managing a full one even with each other

Casey: he’d have to have a knack to lose

Janis: valid point but not a helpful one

Casey: they ain’t after my help at the minute

Janis: nor mine but it’s when they still was and we left him to get like that I’m bothered about

Casey: I know

Janis: but what’s the point questioning why Ian left us to it, answers don’t change anything now

Casey: there’s no question anyway, he did what suited him, proper selfish bastards don’t fancy changing either

Janis: could’ve suited him to lay the law down about it, fuck’s sake

Casey: how he lays the law down don’t suit you

Janis: too late now

Casey: you’ve got time to go to his and have a word with him about it whenever you like, I’ll cover for you, mate

Janis: talking to the school seems like a better idea now, gutting as that is

Casey: does it

Janis: why don’t you think so?

Casey: I don’t think them pair’ll be chuffed at you for involving yourself

Janis: I can tell him to do it then, you know what I mean

Casey: or you could leave him to it

Janis: do you think that’s going to achieve anything

Casey: nah, but him only doing shit if you force him don’t neither

Janis: I don’t know any other way to do it

Casey: they’ve gotta get their head round if they don’t do it no fucker else will, even if that does it in an’ all

Janis: eventually but it’s not just about them

Casey: I get you’re not ready to just piss off out of it, it’s okay

Janis: It’s not about my feelings, it’s about them and Libi

Casey: she’ll thank you less than they would do if you go up the school being mardy and chucking your weight about

Janis: I don’t care

Casey: let her work out they’re taking the piss

Janis: yeah, right

Casey: she’s not a kid, she don’t need hand holding through it no more

Janis: why would I watch her make the same mistakes as me, that’s just stupid

Casey: she’s gotta learn, you telling her they’re mistakes don’t make a difference when she reckons all you’ve done is fuck your life up

Janis: She ain’t gonna learn anything if she’s got no one there to teach her

Casey: she’ll have to the hard way, most dickheads do

Janis: Mums her guardian anyway, she’ll have to tell them that they need to find Bobby an interpreter, or help Jimmy employ one, whatever

Janis: it’s not even coming from me

Casey: so don’t take it on, it ain’t up to you

Janis: as you pointed out, no other cunt will and then she’ll just pick whatever irrelevant subjects he wants to do for his leavers and neither of them will get to grow up

Casey: she might or she might grow a pair before then, but that’s on Libi not you

Janis: 14 isn’t old enough to decide anything about your future, if nothing else, that should be abundantly clear to us all

Casey: we had to pick our subjects having no clue, have a crack at getting on the school board of governors or whatever if you wanna change the piss poor ideas they’ve got, like

Janis: The point is she knows what she wants to do, but she won’t for his sake

Casey: and my point is, if you keep on at her she’ll double down on that fuck up ‘cause you ain’t exactly her best mate right now

Janis: I don’t care about being the bad guy, that’s irrelevant

Janis: she won’t have a choice when it’s pointed out to the school how they’re failing to meet the needs of a disabled kid, and have been for years

Casey: you said it, been going on for years, they already know

Janis: you get that it’s a court case waiting to happen, yeah they know but they aren’t going to want the rest of the world to, so they’d have to fix it

Casey: they can’t force her to stop being a dickhead if she says she wants to do the same bollocks subjects as him, nor can you

Janis: of course they can, that’s the unfairness of school, you do as you’re told

Janis: they do it to twins and weirdly intense friends all the time, it’s not hard, you just have to complain

Casey: it’s a bigger problem than her leavers and it’s hers to sort

Janis: it’s important, you don’t leave children to sort this shit out themselves, my God

Casey: you can, you’re not the only person she’s got

Janis: well I’m not going to so you’ll have to just live with it

Casey: I get it, you heard, I’ll chuck myself into this new job the same so I can pat myself on the back for getting one thing right

Casey: it’s something you know is fixable when there’s loads more that ain’t

Janis: yeah because you don’t fuck off helping to prove a point

Casey: you don’t have to piss about trying to help to prove there’s still a place for you

Janis: that’s what you reckon, yeah

Casey: I’ve said my piece, and like you said, I’ll live with it

Janis: Good for you

Casey: it is what it is

Janis: what it is is you’ve got me so wrong I don’t even know what to say to you

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resowrites · 2 years ago

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Red Alert - oneshot.

Summary: When Henry comes home to find his girlfriend curled up in bed in, he does his best to try and make her feel better…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, banter/British humour, embarrassed gf, language, pet names, mention of blood/bad period pain, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2037

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Red Alert - oneshot.

She took a sharp intake of breath as the latest cramp seared through the lower half of her stomach. It didn't matter what she tried, whether it was hitching up her knees or taking deep breaths. The pain just wouldn't subside. She'd already taken another round of ibuprofen so all she could do for the moment was lie there and hope it wouldn't get any worse. She felt too sick to get up and fetch a hot water bottle or take a bath. Worse still, Henry was due home shortly after spending the previous three weeks doing reshoots. She'd only done half the housework and hadn't even begun preparing dinner. She had such a lovely evening planned for them both and now it was all up in smoke. Her lip trembled as she tried not to cry. She'd now spent most of the day in bed and was feeling more than a bit sorry for herself. Her periods were always a bit of an ordeal, when they did finally show up the pain she felt was awful but usually manageable. This time however she was in agony.

She'd tried to get up a couple of times, especially when she heard her phone blaring away on the bedside table, but the pain soon rooted her to the mattress again. She knew it was Henry trying to ring her, and he'd be worried about why she wasn't picking up. She dreaded him coming home to find her like this after he'd spent long hours filming every day. He'd be exhausted and in need of looking after himself. She sighed, willing herself to get up one last time but it was no use. She collapsed back onto the pillow and broke down sobbing. She was exhausted, in pain, and just needed her man back. Then, as if he'd been summoned, she could hear the front door open and close quietly. She heard her name being shouted followed by the clunk of keys in a bowl. She couldn't shout back, the nausea and pain that had almost tripled in the last fifteen minutes wouldn't let her. She was taking short, sharp breaths now. Even Kal, who'd been laying on the floor beside her bed, kept tilting his head at the funny noises she was making.

Henry quickly bounded up the stairs, worried there'd been an accident of some kind. He knew something was wrong as soon as she didn't pick up her phone and he could have kicked himself for not asking one of her friends to pop round to check on her. When he entered the bedroom to find her curled up huffing and puffing, he darted to her side, almost tripping over Kal in the process. "Oh my God, darling what's wrong? Do I need to take you to hospital?" She continued focusing on her breath, unable to answer him. Her face looked terrible and she was lying awkwardly like she was unable to move. Suddenly she felt a gushing sensation between her legs and craned her head down in horror. He followed her eyes and hurriedly tried to peel back the covers.

"No, Henry… don't look. Please." Uttering just those few words was enough to send her head spinning. But he ignored her, gently moving her hips slightly so he could see what was going on. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. If the pain wasn't as bad as it was, she was sure she'd die of embarrassment instead.

"Oh darling, it's okay, you're okay. I just need to take these off alright?" He tapped at her pyjama bottoms, carefully sliding both them and her pants down. "Now, do you want me to clean you up, or shall I run you a bath?" He spoke quietly, aware that her senses couldn't take much more.

"T-the bath," she mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Okay darling, I’m just going to undress you alright?" She grimaced at the thought of Henry having to strip her down. But when another wave of pain surged through her, almost making her cry out this time, he quickly whipped off her clothes. He then fetched a towel from the drawer, swaddling her in it carefully so he could lift her up. He hushed her whimpers and placed gentle kisses on her forehead. Keeping her wrapped up still so she wouldn't get cold, he lowered her straight into the bath. He then slowly turned on the taps, adjusting them slightly until the water was at the right temperature. He returned to the head of the bath with a cold flannel in hand, and propped her head carefully in the crook of his arm while he wiped her brow. "Now sweetheart, I need you to answer a couple of questions if you can. Just give me yes or no answers alright? If you don't start feeling better in the next half an hour I'll take you to hospital." She murmured slightly in response, not able to keep her eyes open against the glare of the light. He got up and turned it off, fetching a couple of candles from the bedroom to light instead. He then left her to get settled while he stripped the bed and changed the sheets. She seemed more comfortable when he returned, placing a tumbler of juice with a long straw next to her head. "There, see? We're getting a romantic bath together after all." He chuckled as he swirled the rising water over her legs, but she still didn't respond and he started to get worried. "The water's not too hot is it, darling?" She mumbled again though he couldn't tell if she said yes or no. "Alright, now have you taken some tablets?"

"Y-yes," she grumbled irritatedly.

"Okay, in the last hour or so?" She squeezed her eyes harder, clearly experiencing another cramp.

"Mmm."

"Darling, can I apply pressure to your stomach? It might help." Her eyes suddenly snapped open.

"No!" She nearly yelled and Henry had to hold her steady.

"Okay, okay. I won't touch, promise. Here, have some juice for me. Have you been in pain all day or most of the day?" He tried to scan her face as she sipped the cool liquid, she was still horribly pale and clammy.

"Yes," Henry nodded quietly, fearing that at this rate, he'd probably have to take her to hospital.

"And were you bleeding heavily all day?" She winced at the question, not wanting to feel any more humiliated.

"Mmm." The water finally covered her chest and he turned to flick off the taps. He kept the towel covering her, its heaviness underwater acting like a weighted blanket.

"Oh dear, and are you feeling no better at all?" She turned her head towards Henry slightly.

"B-bit better," he grinned, kissing her forehead again and pressing his nose against hers.

"Good, that's probably the water combined with the tablets. Now, you're gunna lay here until you can stand and get out for me, okay?"

"… Don't leave." Henry chuckled and stroked the side of her head with his thumb.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby girl. I'm right here." He then heard shuffling at the door and opened it to find Kal sniffing the floor. The poor thing had obviously wondered where they'd gone. Henry gently tried to shoo him out but Kal padded past him and rested his head on the side of the bath, his tongue flicking wildly against her face. For the first time since he got back, she gave a small smile and shakily patted his head. True to his word, he sat there with her and Kal for the next hour or so. They chatted quietly about filming every now and then, as he knew she liked hearing what he got up to. Eventually, her eyelids became heavy and he needed to get her out before she fell asleep. He took it as a good sign, the pain must have been easing up if she felt comfortable enough to try and rest.

The next thing she knew, it was the following morning. She woke up to find the bed empty but the sheets and her pyjamas changed. Had it all just been a weird dream? She felt a pad between her legs and quickly got up, afraid of having another accident. It was then that she realised the pain had significantly decreased. She went to the toilet and then debated whether or not to go downstairs. There was no way she was going to be able to look poor Henry in the eyes. But just as she climbed back into bed, she heard him spring up the stairs. "Good morning gorgeous girl, feeling better?" She smiled sheepishly but ducked further under the covers. But that didn't deter him, instead, he sat on the bed and rubbed her legs. "Oh good, I'm so glad. You bloody well scared me, I thought it was going to be emergency ward ten there for a moment." But she ignored him, her cheeks burning into her pillow. "Hey, why won't you look at me?" He then arched over her shoulders, sticking his face close to hers.

"Get off me you big idiot," he giggled as he sat back up, glad to at least get a smile out of her.

"Phew, that's alright then… I thought I'd gone deaf." She bit back another laugh and swatted Henry with his pillow, still refusing to look at him. "Well? Are you coming down for something to eat or is Kal getting a second brekkie?" She sighed as she swung her legs over the bed. She was starving though she didn't know how she was ever going to sit across from him again. She knew periods were nothing to be ashamed of, but she hated feeling vulnerable, especially in front of him. Almost as though he could read her thoughts, he blocked her path and held her face in his hands. She automatically clamped her eyes shut, causing him to burst out laughing. "Oh for God's sake, will you please look at me you numpty?" She slowly opened her eyes, but he softened when he could see she was on the verge of tears. "Oh darling, listen… you have nothing to be embarrassed about okay? I've seen more blood than that in one afternoon with my brothers. There's nothing you have to hide from me and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you alright? But first thing Monday I'm marching you to the doctors, I won't have that happening again. My mum said it's probably nothing but it's the worst you've ever had so we better get it checked." This time she really did want to drop down dead.

"You… you told your mum what happened?" He had to swallow down a giggle at her terrified squeak.

"Well of course I did, who else was I gunna ring? I didn't know whether to take you to hospital or not so I had to be sure." But she wasn't listening, instead her head was spinning.

"Listen to me you melt*, they're just periods okay? No big deal, I had a mum and female friends growing up so there's nothing I haven't heard hundreds of times before. We even had a female dog…" At this she rolled her eyes and tried to push past Henry, pretty sure he was now just taking the piss. "Wait a minute, I'm not finished." He shot her a devilish grin and she huffed up at him annoyed. "Seriously though, I'm just glad you're alright. Now come down and have something to eat, I'll be sure to put some towels down first." She thumped him on the arm and shoved past him, not being able to bear another second of his laughter. But he spun her around and held her tight. "Whoa there, I love you, okay? Sanitary pads and all…" That was the final straw, she turned on her heels and walked out of the bedroom, hoping if she was fast enough she could lock him in it. "Hey, I've just thought of a new nickname for you, the red terror!" But she was halfway down the stairs, his shitting eating grin already out of sight.

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gainerstoriesbybml · 3 years ago

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No Going Back

I had a new message on the gainer website I visited regularly. Messages were rare, as I basically just lurked on there nowadays, reveling in the photos and stories of men brave enough to do what I couldn't. But while rare messages weren't unheard of, so I checked it.

Instafeeder500 had sent me a message that was probably typical to the actual gainers on this site. "I'll make you as fat as you'd like, just say the word." I hadn't gotten a message like that in a while. The last picture I'd posted was 4 years ago, back when I'd attempted to gain. It was going well honestly; in the photo I was probably around 225, and at my heaviest I'd been 245. It had taken about 2 years to go from under 200 to that weight, and I probably could have kept going. But I chickened out. Outside of this site, the weight was getting in the way, I felt, as I was still trying to keep my gainer side a secret. It's hard to be obese, binging food every night, and still date a 'normie.'

Since then I'd stopped gaining, started working out and even watching what I eat. Nowadays I'm a mere 160lbs, and at 6ft with a bit more muscle that means I only have a little padding over my midsection and little else.

Still, the message seemed like many of the generic ones I used to get. Instafeeder's profile, other than a picture of a man in a baseball cap, was blank. Not uncommon, but he'd been on the site for a while so he probably wasn't a troll or a throwaway account. From the photo he had a distinctly athletic build, and although there was no guarantee that was what he actually looked like, I liked the idea of a muscular encourager; one who wouldn't let my doubts get in the way of getting fatter. Maybe if I'd had one I wouldn't have given up on gaining years ago.

I'd never really done the role-play...thing... before, but maybe this could be fun. Why not? It's not like I was doing anything else tonight. I'd planned to stay in and had already ordered Chinese, a rare indulgence nowadays, which should be here in a half-hour or so. I'd kill some time with this thirsty, anonymous guy and go from there.

With a slight chub at the thought of the new experience I was about to have, I messaged back. "You will, huh? Well, you'll have to help my break my plateau. I've been at 245 for ages. How would you get me to 300?" Like I said, I'm currently 85lbs lighter than my heaviest weight, but I bet the guy was looking at my old pics when he messaged me. Adding 20lbs since then probably heightens the experience for him. A little white lie to enhance the roleplay.

It was only a moment before he messaged back. "I'll make you 300lbs this instant, just like the name says. Enjoy yourself for a bit and I'll check in to see how you like it ;)"

I was trying to figure out what he meant when I felt it start. What I thought was just my stomach muscles relaxing continued, and soon I noticed my chest expanding as well. I could feel my clothes shifting on my body, and looking down I realized why. The loose-fitting tshirt I was wearing for my night in was being thrust forward and outward by my expanding torso. My sweatpants were beginning to fill with my thighs and glutes, and were beginning to feel tight at the waist; unlike the tshirt, a remnant of my nearly 250lb wardrobe kept for lounging at home, the joggers were purchased when I hit 170 and was looking for something tighter to flatter my thinner frame. If I got much bigger, the elastic waistband would be ruined. Unfortunately, I realized I had a more pressing issue, literally; my desk chair had armrests that my sides were now grazing. With each passing moment those armrests threatened to trap my fattening frame in the chair. I stood up, and the chair came with, my lovehandles already creating enough hold that I had to pull the chair off of me and send it clattering to the floor.

Now my pants were beginning to struggle, and I could feel the release of tension around my stomach as the elastic snapped in the waistband. At this point, it wasn't just the waistline that was struggling. The size medium pants were simply not meant to be on someone this big, and the seams around my thighs began to split between my legs. My shirt, once an oversized XL, was now tight on my shoulders and growing tighter. I felt cool air on my stomach as I realized it had grown too large for the shirt to contain. Still unable to accept what was happening, I hurried to my bathroom and stepped on the scale. Leaning further over to see the dial than I ever had to before, I watched as my weight ticked up: 285, 290, 295. The whole time, my stomach kept growing and forcing me to lean further and further to read the scale. At 300, I stepped off the scale; that was it's maximum weight, and I wouldn't learn anything useful from standing there. Fortunately, I didn't feel like I was growing anymore. My clothes weren't comfortable, but they weren't getting destroyed any further. I looked at myself in the mirror, the XL shirt left a good measure of belly hanging out of it, and my joggers hung like a strange loincoth between my legs. The cuffs at my ankles had somehow survived, with the fabric of the pant legs still connecting to them, but even those felt tight as my ankles had been transformed into cankles. As unbelievable as this was, I couldn't help feeling entranced.

Just about a half-hour ago, I had been in the best shape of my life. Never particularly athletic, I'd worked for 4 years to get into shape. Running daily, working out 3 times a week, watching what I ate. And now, after a short, bored attempt at sexual role play, all that was gone. In it's place, I had a body 65lbs heavier than the heaviest I'd ever been. In less than half an hour, I'd gone from what most people would consider a catch to a whale, a corpulent pig with all evidence of discipline and restraint wiped away.

And I couldn't deny how hard it made me. This was the body I could have gotten to back then, the size at which I'd no longer be capable of denying the gainer part of myself. The body that I'd become afraid of, but that now I couldn't imagine being without. I went back to my bedroom and pulled off my ruined joggers, and pulled on a pair of sweats from when I'd been 245. Even these were tight on me, an exciting prospect, but they could still be worn provided I allowed by stomach to hang out in front of me. The tshirt was truly the largest I owned, so that would have to suffice. I'd have to wear this outfit to shop for clothes, or maybe I'd have to order online. What size would I even be now? Did it even matter, as thoughts of fully embracing my gainer self contemplated 400, even 500lbs? Should I just go straight for the largest sized and eat until they fit just like this shirt did now? Should I start recording myself gorging, titillating other men entranced by fat like me, so that I could charge them money for food and grow myself even larger?

The doorbell rang; of course, the chinese I'd ordered. I headed to the door, savoring the way my body bounced and jiggled as I walked and salivating at the thought of food. Chinese would be a staple dinner from now on, I decided, as would pizza, Mexican, Indian...

I opened the door already planning a second order for the night, but was surprised by a delivery driver burdened by a pair of bags so large they covered his face. "Hey there! Mind if I set these down inside?"

I was so caught off guard that I found myself shifting out of his way and letting him enter my apartment without thinking. My brain finally caught up and I tried to correct him "Sorry, that must be the wrong order, all I got was an orange chicken al la carte with steamed broccoli."

"Yeah, but you could use a bit more now though." He set down the two bags and turned to face me. "So, does 300 suit you? Or do you want to go bigger right now?"

Standing before me was the man from Instafeeder500's profile, complete with the same baseball cap, which I now realized was from the food delivery service. "Wha...How did you find me?"

"That's what you want to know? Not how I made you gain 140lbs in under 30 minutes?"

Once he pointed it out, I realized how little I cared in this moment. "Can you make me even bigger?" He grinned at that. "I knew you just needed a little push, just to get you past the point of no return. Tell you what, I'll do my instant magic one last time."

There was a glint in his eye, and then I felt myself begin to expand once again, my shirt riding up a bit more and my pants tightening a bit. It stopped after only a few minutes passed. "I just put you at an even 320lbs, double your weight from when you woke up this morning and easily within your capability to gain on your own, had you continued to do so."

"You're not making me bigger?" I asked.

"I plan to, but from here on out it'll be by traditional means. I figured all you needed was a push to get you passed your previous concerns. This is effectively a reality in which you've spent the last four years getting fatter, instead of chickening out. From here on, I'll feed you to 350, and then however big you'd like to get after that."

"Easily done with my side job." He gestured to the sacks of food. "We'd better get you started on dinner before it gets cold."

My stomach groaned, and for the rest of the evening I simply accepted this crazy series of events. With my newfound size came a hunger and capacity that I'd never known. At 245 I could eat two Chinese dinners, general tsos and orange chicken. Tonight, I ate four; those two, kung pao and sesame chicken, as well as the chicken fried rice and eggrolls that came with. I passed out in my living room chair, and woke to Instafeeder straddling me with a tub in hand. "I figured you'd want dessert as well." and he began spooning softened ice cream into my mouth. Eventually the dregs were liquefied completely, and I drank it from the tub as he held it over my head. Tonight, I'd probably eaten more than I would in two or three days normally.

"So, we started the night with you telling me how fat you wanted me to make you. I'm not going to use by power again, but by this time next year, how fat do you want me to make you?"

I didn't even have to consider it, as I'd been thinking about it all night as he brought bite after bite of food to my mouth and I felt myself slowly grow fuller, imagining how that food would turn to fat in the coming hours. "400. That's just 80lbs in a year, and with you feeding me I can get there easily. 500 the year after that, and probably 600 as we celebrate our 3rd anniversary. There's no point in holding back anymore now that I'm a mound of fat. So, how will you get me to 400?"

He smiled again. "One bite at a time, every night, with more food each night until you're putting on a pound or two every single day. You'll be 400 before the year is done, and then I'll make you as fat as you want from there."

With that, he grabbed my arm and hefted me upward as I was still not used to this weight and not used to being this full. Together, we climbed into bed as a gainer as encourager sleeping side by side.

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They’re The Man

Part Two: Babies First Day At School

Words: 4,758

Warnings: The reader embarrassing themselves a few times, kinda ooc Wade, objectifying women... yay.

Summary: For all your confidence you never expected to get such cold feet, lucky for you Thor was there to push you into playing out your plan. I mean, how hard could your first day possibly be?

A/N: I’m not the most knowledgeable on binders, so the length of thime that you’re allowed to wear them may not be accurate in this fic. But it’s fiction so.

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You had a lot of wishes in life, the main one as of right now being for your swift escape without bumping into your mother.

But, as the saying goes.

You can't always get what you want.

It was only when you were a few feet from the front door that you heard Maria's voice behind you.

"Uh, where do you think you're going?"

"Fuck," you hissed to yourself before turning around to face her, "Mom, I told you. I'm going to stay at dads house for two weeks."

You tried to turn to leave, once again, but were stopped by the blonde woman.

"No, you didn't. And you're not going."

"Listen, mom-"

"We've hardly spent any time together this summer. So, march upstairs and unpack."

"Yeah, I wonder why," you mumbled, so she wouldn't hear. Hastily clearing your throat, you continued, "Mom, listen, I had a good long think about what you said. And I know Christine is gonna be there the whole time with Tony because he can never get rid of her. So, I was just thinking, that maybe she could show me the ropes on the whole debutante ball thing. Y'know, how to act all "proper" and stuff." You couldn't help but use air quotes, but that didn't matter. She ignored it, too busy beaming at you in excitement from where she sat at the dining table.

"This is so exciting!"

"Isn't it?" you exclaimed with a fake smile and false happiness to go along with it.

"You're gonna have so much fun." Thanks to your tailored lie, your mother now led you to the door herself. All the while, rambling on, "There's the formal ball, of course."

"Oh, of course."

"And the Luncheon. And, oh, did I mention the fundraiser next week? It's gonna be a carnival!"

"No way!" you yelled, trying to convey great excitement.

"Now, your brother promised to be there-" You'd have to make up some bullshit story for that, too. You'll probably just tell her that he was behind on his studies, or something. "-So, remind him when you see him."

"I will." You nodded.

'He's not gonna be there.'

"Oh, my baby." You drew back slightly when her palms held your cheeks, moving your face side-to-side lovingly. "You're finally growing up and becoming a well-rounded member of society."

You had to bite back the fiery retort that sat upon your tongue at her words.

And with that, you took your leave.

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For a man as large as Thor was, no one expected him to drive such a tiny car. Which only made it harder for you, as you had to get changed within the crammed Volks Waggon Beatle on the way to "your" new private school, disguised as your brother.

Only for the nerves to hit you as soon as you stepped foot from the car, in full uniform, peering up at the large school.

"Wait. Wait, hold up," you husked, quickly spinning on your heel to speak to Thor over the roof of his car, "Are you sure I can do this? Because I don't think I can anymore."

"Yeah." Thor nodded, with his hands upon his hips. "Absolutely."

"No, I can't. You're lying."

"I'm not lying. Now grab your bag."

Doing as told, you reached down and scooped up your packed duffel. Unseen to the unconvinced look occupying Thor's face.

"What's up?" a random student asked in greeting as they walked by.

"Oh my, God, he knew," you said to Thor, voice full of panic, before the man swiftly followed, mimicking your stance of bending half in his car, "I wanna go home."

"Chill out. He was being friendly."

"This was a bad idea!"

"No. We are not going home!" he argued back.

"I wanna go home, right now!" You pointed a single finger at him. "If you don't take me home, so help me, Thor!"

"No. I did not spend all of this time-"

"This is your fault!" you yelled irrationally.

"My idea?!"

"Drive! Home! Now!"

"You asked me! I was a good friend! I did your hair and everything!"

"Reverse the car!"

"And that was not an easy thing to do-!"

"I want to go!"

"You're being a baby!" Thor began pushing you out of the car. "We're not going. Go! Get your butt out of my Beatle."

"Just drive the car!"

The blonde man crawled through the car, following to make sure you didn't try to hop in once more.

"He was just being friendly, Y/N."

"Okay!" you hissed.

"Now, let's run through it one more time." His large hands came to hold your shoulders, dusting any lint or fluff off of your blazer. While also simultaneously straightening it out for you. "Gimme the voice."

You cleared your throat and spoke, "Hey. Sup? I'm Tony," in a notably deeper tone than your usual voice.

"Okay. Now show me the strut."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, now, walk," he replied sternly, pointing towards the few feet in front of you.

For the second time that day, you did as the burly man told you and walked for him, his shoulders swaying with your movements.

"Now, hawk a loogie."

You gave no hesitation to do that, pulling back up to the man with a bright, proud smile on your face.

"I'm so proud!" he gushed, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug.

That's when you remembered where you were and what you were doing. Smacking the man with the 'Welcome' booklet. You hastily pulled away.

"Get off me! Toxic masculinity, remember?"

"Hey, inside every person, there's a boy."

"God, I hope not," you cringed.

"Oh, you know what I mean." You gave Thor a fake smile, making your way from him and towards the school, when he called your attention back to him, gesturing your dirt-stained rugby ball. Throwing it to you with a final goodbye of, "Be a good boy."

It felt like you were a new attraction in a zoo, with the way it felt like almost everyone had their eyes on you. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your mind messing with you. But more than a few times, you caught your fellow students watching you. Some with eyes filled with judgement, others curiosity at the presence of this "new kid". You even found a few of the girls looking at you with something looking akin to attraction in their eyes.

Even the Goddamn teachers regarded you curiously, their eyes following you as you passed one another down the open space where booths were set up, promoting their clubs, extracurricular activities, and everything else the school had to offer.

That.

That's when you heard it.

Looking behind you, you spotted the presence of a red and gold marching band heading right towards you.

Let's just say that running through a large marching band, trying to make your way to your on-campus dorm room was not the way you wanted to start your day at school.

Finally, you made it.

'Carter Hall'

Speedily checking your room number on the booklet you were given, doing your best to avoid the rowdy guys as you meandered through the halls. All the while chanting a pep talk to yourself.

"I can- I can do this. Yeah. I can do this. I'm a dude! I am a hunky dude. I'm a badass, hunky dude!"

Oh, God. What have you gotten yourself into?

After almost being hit in the face by a plethora of sports equipment, you finally made it into your room.

Turning, you jumped out of your skin at the presence of three men already residing within.

"Jesus, fuck! You scared the life out of me." You cleared your throat, remembering "the voice". "Hi! Sup? You must be my roommates. Shit," You finished in a hiss when your keys slipped from your fingers and landed on the carpeted ground.

You threw your bags onto the spare bed just as the beefy blonde asked.

"Wait. What's your name?"

"Tony Stark."

God, it felt weird using your brother's name.

"Steve Rogers." The blonde gestured to himself before pointing to the other two playing video games. "This is Sam and Bucky. They live next door."

"Nice meeting ya." You nodded to the two after shaking Steve's hand. Trying -and failing- to do a random secret handshake with him.

"Yeah, Freshman dorm's that way, kid." Bucky removed a hand from his controller to point in the dorm's vague direction, allowing Sam to pass him with his car.

"Seriously, how old are you?" Sam asked, glancing at you from the screen.

"I, uh, skipped a couple grades," you chuckled awkwardly through your lie, "I'm brilliant. Shh."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at yourself. With Steve Rogers, watching as you awkwardly manoeuvred in your seat upon your bare bed.

"Anyho, do you know when rugby try-outs start?"

"Noon," the blonde informed, "You play?"

"Absolutely. You know it, bro. Have since I was a kid. So, uh." You moved to start unpacking your duffel. "You play the beautiful game... bro? Brothers? Brethren?" You spoke aloud, your contemplation.

"Yeah. So do Sam and Bucky."

"Aces!" you exclaimed, just as your boot tipped over and revealed the contents within.

"Uh, why do you have tampons in your boot?"

Your eyes widened.

'Fuck!'

"Uh..." 'Think of a lie quick.' "I get really bad nose bleeds," you almost questioned.

"So, you stick them up your nose?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah," you spoke as if they were stupid, "What? You've never done that?" All three of them shook their heads cluelessly. "Seriously? All the best players do it all the time."

"Really?"

"Yes. Look, I'll just show you."

Okay... maybe you're going a bit too far with the lie now.

Scooping up the menstruation products with haste, the boys jumped back and away when some flew out and towards them.

"Oh, grow up," you remarked, "They're not gonna bite ya. Look, you take this off," you instructed, as you unwrapped the tampon, "Whatever this plastic shit is. And..." Oh God, here we go. "You stick it right up."

You shoved the tampon up your nose.

Up! Your! Nose!

This was so not how you thought this day would go.

... it was a pretty good fit, actually.

With a shrug, you finished, "It absorbs the blood right up."

The three boys burst out laughing at your actions.

"You kidding, bro?"

"That's disgusting."

"Oh my, God, your roommate's a weirdo." Bucky slapped Steve's shoulder.

The blonde reiterated his pint once more as you returned to your unpacking, still with the tampon securely up your nose.

"That's so disgusting.

Your eyes widened once more at the realisation that just occurred to you. 'They were your girlfriends.' That's what you could have said. 'She must have accidentally packed them in my bag when she was leaving.' That's all it would have taken.

With a great sigh, you bowed your head at your own stupidity. Thinking how stupid it was that you even had to excuse having tampons with you, considering some men used them just like how women did.

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Noon.

The sun was shining down upon the sports field as you stood in a long line of men. As the one-eyed rugby coach evaluated the line-up of the year.

"All right. Just like last season, we'll start this one sharp! And with new tryouts." The man repositioned his eyepatch to be more comfortable. "Okay, we have our work cut out for us. Shirts and skins."

'Oh, shit'

Clearing your throat, you gained the man's attention.

"Excuse me, sir. But I have to be a shirt."

"Run that by me again," he said gruffly, wanting further explanation.

"I'm allergic to the sun."

"You're allergic to the sun?"

"Yes, sir." You nodded. "Very, very, very deathly, murderously allergic, sir."

"Well, we like to accommodate her at Shield. So, how about I follow you around with an umbrella, baby face?"

Man, this guy was scary.

He checked his notes on the clipboard in his hand, notifying you of what he found.

"You're a shirt."

"Thank you, sir."

"Okay, guys, let's go!"

With the sharp blast of his whistle, set off the long gruelling training session ahead of you.

After a mammoth amount of training circuits, you were left exhausted. Practically rolling around, with your face pressed into the grass. As Coach Fury had everyone do one last set of push ups.

There was no wonder why Hydra couldn't beat Shield if you could beat the boys back at your own school with great ease, and this had left you almost dead on your feet.

"At ease, gentlemen," Fury spoke, bringing the session to a close, "There was a lot of energy and commitment out there today. And that makes a dedicated coach proud. Now, for the tough part. Four you. I'm going to split you up into first and second-stringers. Second-stringers, don't take it too hard. You're just as much a part of this team as the first-stringers. Apart from, of course, playing the game, if they can't play, part."

He gives a real good pep talk, doesn't he?

Fury began to list off names, and you felt as if it were almost inevitable.

"Lang. Parker. Quill. Barton. And Stark."

He handed you a bright yellow shirt, to which you gave him a tight-lipped smile and a single nod in thanks. "Second string. Congratulations to everyone else. You're all first-stringers. Now hit the showers!"

You were in a disappointed daze as you followed the group of boys into the building, only being brought out of it when a fellow second-stringer, Quill if you remember rightly, spoke in a relieved breath as he passed by you in the locker room.

"Shower time."

"Hold up. What? Shower time? Nope." You backed up when you saw the men getting undressed. Only to bump into Bucky and Sam, wearing nothing but towels wrapped around their waists, heading towards the showers. "Oh, sorry, bro... s."

One of the coach's assistants handed you a rolled-up towel, and dread filled you tenfold.

When, to your immense luck, in strode Fury.

"Stark! No shower for you."

"Okay." You had to battle to keep the relieved smile off your face whilst also stopping yourself from leaping towards the man and wrapping him in a hug.

"Principal Wilson wants to see you in his office."

"Okay, cool, thank you." You thrust the fluffy towel into his chest, swiftly exiting the room, practically at a run, while thanking your lucky stars.

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Surrounded by objects of red and black, you sat in the principal's office, a sense of newfound dread filling you.

There was only one reason the principal would ask to see you in his office.

"That's it. It's over. I'm done. They know," you ranted nervously. Rocking slightly in one of the comfortable chairs at the front of the desk. Then your eyes latched onto a large filing cabinet. Your rocking stopped, and your back straightened up in intrigue. "Tony's file."

With quick movements, you reached the cabinet, pulling the very top drawer open and leafing through its contents. Reaching a thick, multi-coloured file in the masses of thin grey ones, secured with a large elastic band.

"Could it be any bigger?"

Before you had the chance to snoop through your brother's wrongdoings, in waltzed the principal, holding a plunger.

"Mr Stark!" he greeted, turning to you just as you closed the draw, accidentally getting your second-string shirt caught within it.

With your elbow resting upon the top of the filing cabinet, your fist up by your temple, the other half of your second string shirt laying over your shoulder, and a forced bright smile, upon your face. You saw your scarred principal for the first time.

"Wade Wilson," he introduced himself. Giving a bow, "Headmaster. Very pleased to meet you. So very, very pleased."

"Hello sir, I heard that you wanted to see me," deciding to keep up with the act for as long as you could, you shook the man's rough hand.

"I'd like to say 'welcome'." Wade mirrored your position against the filing cabinet. Then he started singing. "Welcome to Shield. Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome to Shield. I just wanted to have you in to say welcome. See how you're doing."

You would have been doing great. Relief would be filling you right about now if you weren't so preoccupied with sneakily getting your shirt untrapped from the filing cabinet before you got caught out for snooping through it.

"Uh, yeah. I'm doing great, y'know? Just bust being a guy."

"Being a guy. Yeah." He chuckled lightly, eyes taking on a glimmer of someone remembering their teenage youth. "Well, let's take a look at your file, huh, Tony?"

He tried to tug the draw open, rattling it in its place from the force of his pulls. Not releasing, thanks to your caught shirt. "Seems to be... stuck a bit here." That was until you reached over and slapped the front of the metal draw. It popped open instantly. Managing to pull the shirt away before the principal could see.

"Oh, thank you," he called over his shoulder as you finally walked away from the cabinet.

"It's no problem."

"Okay, you're busted." Your mouth opened in a cringe, quickly pulling your face back to neutral as you turned to face the man. "I know you don't wanna sit in here and talk to the principal. But I won't take no for an answer. Now, have a seat in the headmasters' chair."

"What?" you asked, mildly confused.

"You heard me, now sit. Sit it."

"Okay..." with your drawn-out word, you moved to sit in his black office chair, the man patting you on the back as you passed him.

"So, Tony Stark." Principal Wilson sat in front of you on the edge of the desk. "How are you liking the campus?"

"Oh, it's beautiful, sir."

"You've been inspired? By the charcoal black and candy apple red?" a plaque was pulled towards you, the school's insignia and colours upon it.

"You know it." You smiled, tapping against the plaque.

"Hey" Hey, hey. Don't touch it. Ever. Ever. Do not do that."

"Right. Sorry."

"You know, Tony. I was a transfer student myself... once upon a time," Wade joked, hopping up to crouch on the seat you were previously residing in. After he had returned his treasured plaque to its original place, "Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. So, I like to keep a special interest in the transfer students that come to this school. Act as a... unofficial big brother, of sorts. Don't be surprised if I don't just pop in randomly unannounced from time to time. To check up on ya' and see how everything's going."

"I'll keep an eye out for you then, sir."

"I'm glad. Now scoot!" He pointed towards the door.

"Nice meeting you, sir."

Thankful to be relieved of that situation and the risk of being caught by your headteacher. You hastily exited the office. Not looking where you were going as you closed his door, which caused you to bump into someone.

"Oh, fuck." You looked down to see a pretty red-head dressed in the school uniform, sitting upon the ground below you, "I'm so sorry."

You swiftly crouched down to help her with her many books and filed scattered across the floor between you. Unbeknown to the intruded looks she was giving you.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it."

"It's my fault," you said, taking full blame for what just happened.

"What is-?" the principle's question dies on his tongue at the sight of you and the red-head crouched on the floor, gathering her dropped work. You both turned to peer up at the man at the same time. "Oh... getting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension."

"What?"

"It's all part of the experience we call high school."

You peered over to the girl beside you, sharing eye contact, silently noting the man's strange words. Her green irises remained upon you as you turned back to the headteacher, cocking your head at him in confusion with slightly squinted eyes.

"So, continue. Continue. Please. But, uh, let's, uh, keep it clean, though, yeah? Okay. 'Cause, remember abstinence is key. Abstinence is- The best way to not. Is to not."

The man chuckled awkwardly as the red-head by your side glanced the side of your face up and down. Looking as if she were about ready to throw his whole speech down the drain for you.

Not that you noticed, of course.

"Uh... hmm?" the man looked back into his empty office as if someone had just called to him from within, just to escape the situation, "Yes."

The office door shut in your face.

"The hell?" you whispered to yourself, the red-head turning back to you, giggles pouring from her mouth. "He always that friendly?"

"Are you kidding? That's him being rude."

"Wow," you remarked to the girl.

Manoeuvring to your feet with the unknown girl following in your lead, you looked down at her stuff in your arms. "Right. Well, this is mine." You untangled your second-string shirt from around the binders and books, as she was left holding only a single book titled 'biology'. "And these are yours."

"Thank you."

"It was the least that I could do, considering I bumped into you."

"We bumped into each other," she corrected with a soft smile, the lights in the hall making her green eyes sparkle more than they did from just looking up at you.

"Hey, at least you were looking where you were going." Clearing your throat, you jabbed your thumb at the open glass door. "Well, I, uh. I guess I'll, uh. Y'know, go take care of some guy stuff."

"'Guy stuff'." She nodded with a smile. "Okay."

"Well, see you around."

"Bye."

'Guy stuff', you mouthed to yourself. Rolling your eyes at your words.

---

You were still grimy from your try out earlier in the day.

But it was dinner time, and you were positively starving.

Surprised to find your principal chipping in to help the cafeteria workers when he took your request for your meal.

"Here you go! Have a great apple and sandwich."

"Thank you, sir."

As you were walking away, a tall man wearing a purple shirt and what seemed to be gemmed rings upon each of his fingers and thumb and another gem-adorned the bracelet, on the same hand, began to ask the principal for his own food.

"Hi! I would love 1-"

"No." Wade shook his head in denial.

"But-"

And that was all you heard, the rest of his sentence trailing off the further away you got.

"Sup, dudes? You don't mind that I join, right?"

"Well, actually-" Steve started but soon stopped when you sat in the open seat between Sam and Bucky.

"Thanks! So, those rugby try outs were bullshit, huh? I mean-" You gestured to yourself. "'Second-string'? That's ridiculous, am I right?" Silence followed your words, the boys obviously not agreeing with you. "So, the game against Hydra. That should be interesting, huh?"

"Why would that be interesting?"

"Well, my sibling goes there, and they used to be best friends with that douche Brock Rumlow."

The three burst out laughing at the name.

"I know him," Steve nodded, "I made him cry once during a game."

"Woah, that was you?"

"Absolutely." He smiled. "Now, don't get me wrong, him crying isn't the funny thing. The reason he did was."

"Because you scored a goal past him."

"Yep. Now, that was funny."

"Is your sibling hot?" Sam asked suddenly, turning to you,

"Uh... I don't know? It'd be weird if I looked at them that way. But that doesn't matter. They wouldn't go for you, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They're gay. They don't like men."

"Ha!" Bucky laughed obnoxiously, throwing Sam a shit-eating grin. "You're shit outa luck, bro."

"Hey., shut up!" Then Sam coughed suddenly while speaking, "Incoming."

"What's this now?" you asked, following their line of sight. Only to see the red-head you bumped into earlier in the day, along with a black-haired girl.

Well, this was your chance.

Time to objectify some women!

Ugh, God.

"Oh, damn. You seen the ass on the red-head?" you asked the table.

"Uh-Oh." Sma turned to Steve, hands open as if waiting to catch him before he pounced at you.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Oh? That your girlfriend, Mr Lover-Boy?" you teased.

Sam laughed. "He wishes." Looking away awkwardly when Steve turned to face him.

"She was dating this college guy, Matt something. They recently broke up," Bucky explained, "Well, he dumped her. And apparently, she's a total mess right now. Like, really vulnerable. Confidence and self-esteem are way down."

"In man words, now would be the time to pounce." Sam and Bucky high-fived.

"That's right!"

"Okay, wow," you whispered to yourself.

Just then, another boy, still suited up in his school uniform, practically made a show of walking to sit next to the red-head, solely for your table.

Steve grunted, clenching his straw between his fist. "I hate that guy."

"He seems like a creep," you notified as you watched him lean into the girl's space and handle her -thankfully wrapped- food. Before she swiftly took her sandwich bach from his hands and made eyes with her friend on her other side, "He your competition?" you asked Steve, nodding back to the boy.

"It's just bruce," he replied, as Sam scoffed at your words.

"Total geek," Bucky said.

"And not in the good way."

You were too busy looking at the red-head to reply to the guys at your table. Her green eyes connect with yours across the room.

"She looks so sad. She must be heartbroken."

The three looked at you like you had grown a second head.

Quickly rushing to explain, you said, "It's just... it's understandable, y'know? It must suck having your heart stomped on like that. Thinking that you know someone and then the whole thing just turns out to be some giant lie to them. Every touch. Every kiss."

Chairs scraping signalled you to their sudden exit. Leaving you at the table alone.

You called out to the retreating trio, "Plus, Y'know, you can never get chicks to shut up. Dammit," you whispered to yourself, "Okay, guys, catch up with you later."

---

You were in your pyjamas when you jogged into the empty bathroom later that night.

Wait.

Empty. Bathroom.

Empty.

You know what that means!

"I get to take a shower!" you celebrated to yourself quietly, whipping off your shirt. Moving to try and remove the compressing tank-top from your body. "Jesus Christ, why are these things so tight?" You, of course, knew the reason why. "Man, Thor was right. I should have practised more with it," you said as you finally got the binder off. Which proved unnecessary when you heard footsteps coming closer.

'Fuck!'

There was no time to throw the binder back on. Instead, you pulled your pyjama shirt over your head just before the boy you recognised as Bruce walked through the door.

With his dramatic gasp, you had thought, for sure, that you had been caught out for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Uh. Bruce Banner, Dorm Director," he introduced himself before violently jabbing his finger towards your bare feet, "Shower shoes are to be worn in the bathroom, at all times, except when in the actual shower." You rolled your eyes at the uptight man. "Did you just not read your 'Dorm Life' pamphlet?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"Yes. I..." He regarded you with a glare. "It was in your cubby."

Steve walked through the door just then and whipped the boy over the back of the head with the towel that was previously sat around his neck.

Bruce exclaimed in pain.

"Man! You got him good," you shouted as the brunette fell to the tilled ground with a yelp, "Sup, dude?"

"Yeah, I'm doing good, "homie"," he finished with air quotes.

You needed to get out of there. And fast.

You gathered your stuff in your arms and nodded once to Steve.

"Later."

"Hey, you forgot your tank top." He threw it for you to catch, "Coolio."

"Word, broski."

A sigh left your mouth when you exited the room.

You had never known a first day of anything to be as long as this one.

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oneofthosesimps · 4 years ago

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Head over Heels

pairing: levi x reader I nsfw

word count: 2404

summary: reader gets fucked by levi in his office and both get interrupted which doesn't stop levi from continuing

warnings: , choking, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, sub x dom

authors note: first fanfiction since forever so go easy with me <3

all credits to the artist of this pic

(unfortunately, i don't know who it's from. if anyone can help me further, feel free to write me)

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Slowly your legs give out and you can barely hold on. You can feel the pain jolting through them and slowly spreading. Almost all of your toes are numb and if they still have a bit of blood in them, they are just tingling from the blood loss they are experiencing. Your chest is rising and falling way too fast, your heart can hardly keep up. Your brain is trying to process what is going on right now.

Your breath catches and your trembling lips release a long moan as you let your head fall into your neck. A hand rests over your mouth and grey eyes look at you. Half-closed and dark, the swirling storm in them twists your head and pulls you in, making you float. You try with difficulty to pull yourself together and leave your heavy eyelids open to look back.

His forehead slightly wrinkled, drops of sweat running down his temples, his lips open, "Oi, didn't I tell you to be quiet, brat."

His other hand digs deeper into your hip and he pushes you harder against the door. The old marks barely faded; he probably wants to leave new marks on you.

"So, everyone knows you're mine, too," he had said once.

Indispensable of his speed and depth, his lips settle on your neck, searching for your pulse, which drums in your ears. Once he finds it, he sucks on the thin skin, leaving another trace on your body.

"Or do you want them to be able to hear you again?" your captain asks, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth. "Do you want me to hear the talk again? The talk about how hard I fucked you last night?" His finger presses against your tongue and you take this as an invitation to let the muscle slide around it. "...That I hear we're supposed to be quieter because we disturbed the others? No, because you disturbed the others". He slid a second finger into your mouth, and you suck on them, drooling all over them. "...That you disturbed them, with your moans, while I fucked your cunt? Is that what you want, brat?" With each of the words of his last question, he thrusts once firmly and deeply into you, and a louder, longer moan escapes you again, which is, however, muffled by his fingers.

Your eyes twist back and your hands on his shoulders become fists. Your nails dig deep into his skin and a low moan falls from his lips as well, while he frowns and puts his head in his neck like you did before. "Fuck," his deep voice vibrates through the room and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Both hands settle under your ass again. "Wrap your arms and legs tightly around me."

You do as you're told, and Levi takes all your weight again, lifting you away from the door and hastily carrying you across the room. His cock slides out of you, only to settle between the cheeks of your ass. Your heart leaps as you think of what happened the last time his cock touched that sensitive spot, and a slight blush settles over your cheeks and shoulders. During the short time he holds you in his arms like this, you put your mouth in the hollow between his neck and shoulder and lick the sweat from his skin. A hiss escapes him.

Arriving at his desk, Levi sets you down and tears almost come to your eyes as you let your legs hang and the circulation in your body returns to normal.

Levi immediately takes your lips. You moan into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to connect his tongue with yours. Your hands find their way into his dark hair and you stroke through the longer stubble on the back of his head to the long strands on top.

A growl comes low from his throat and he wraps his arms around your small body, hugging you close before releasing the kiss. "You're the death of me, you know." His gaze bores into your soul again as his right hand makes its way down between your bodies, finally arriving at your hot centre. Easily two fingers find their way inside you, he curves them upward and hits your G-spot, massaging it slowly and delightfully.

Your body tenses slightly and your legs twitch as your mouth makes pleasurable sounds. "Especially now, the way you look at me innocently with your big eyes, like you're not a spoiled little girl".

You lick your lips. As soon as his name escapes you, he frowns again, and his eyes darken. He says you are his death? He is a god as he stands there before you. How his eyes captivate you, take you in and never let you go. How the muscles worked under his skin as his fingers fuck you.

"What do you want, brat? Tell me."

"You," you sigh as his fingers slide out of you and he massages the small pearl between your lower lips with your juices. Your hips jerk forward, trying to accommodate his movements. A small knot forms below your belly.

"You have me," he murmurs, raising an eyebrow. You have had him at least since the first time you raised your voice at him after he teased you for not being able to hold your own against Annie in a two-on-two fight. This, if he was honest with himself, had been somewhat unfair.

"I want your cock," you explain in more detail, biting your lower lip as the knot under your belly grows stronger. He immediately sees the signs on your face as he increases the pressure on your clit.

"Your cock what?" he taunts. Your hand digs into his thigh and you almost go insane as he continuing to play with you and eyeing your face almost with amusement.

"Your cock, s-sir. Holy, I'm about to cum," you stammer to yourself, your body quivering under him.

"Right, about to," is all Levi says, pulling his hand back. A hiss escapes you, you were so close to your climax, the heaven he had promised you. Have mercy on me, please, you think. As if he heard your thoughts, he is already planning his next moves with you in his head.

"Lie back," he says, and in the process, he grips your thighs from below, pulling your pelvis closer to him and spreading your legs further apart. No matter how many times he looks at your pussy, you will probably never lose your complete shame lying there in front of him like that, completely open.

He opens his mouth, and you see a thread of spit come out from between his lips and drip onto your already wet pussy. His gaze falls back to you and the corners of his mouth pull up slightly. You are about to go insane. He reaches around his cock and inserts it into you again, filling you completely once more and thrusting to the back in one go.

A deep moan comes from your mouth, which turns into more moans as he resumes his previous speed and fucks the life out of you. Your thoughts can barely keep up, which is why you just give up trying to process what is happening. Levi moans above you, his hands drilled into your thighs as he presses your legs even further against you. He gets even closer to you, fucking you even deeper, changing angles slightly to thrust against your sweet spot again. You call out his name loudly and arch your back.

Apparently, he's probably given up on trying to get you to be quiet. He's too busy holding you down as his left hand settles next to your head and grips the other edge of the table. His body settles further over yours, constricting your movement even more, trapping you in your current position.

You have long since given up your legs again and submit to your fate. His gaze fixes you and you feel like you are getting closer and closer to your longed-for end. He also seems to be slowly working towards his climax, which is not surprising after the fuck against the door of his office that has already happened before. The table below you slowly start to slide a bit from its original place with every push from the god above you. His documents have long been scattered around the room. Your eyes meet again before he lets his gaze slide over your face.

Never had he beheld anything more beautiful. Your half-closed eyes, sparkling at him. Your under lip, as it was captured by your teeth. Your curls falling around your face and shoulder. Your neck, which was covered with his markings. Your breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands and by his hard thrusts rocked up and down. And if he kept his gaze down even further, he'd see his thick cock driving into you and connecting both of you. A low murmur comes from his throat as he focuses on the feeling. The way your tight walls wrap around him, milking him. He was so close to his limit, so close to filling you from the inside. His hand was already tightening painfully around the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. Just a little more, just a little more. Just a little more, until your little body would twitch beneath him and you both wouldn't know where Levi started, and you ended. Just a little more until he would break you apart.

A knock on the door snaps you out of your world. Your whole-body tenses under him and you tear open your eyes. Levi looks down at you and puts his hand over your mouth again.

"Keep it down, brat." To your shock, he doesn't stop his thrusts, he just straightens up a bit and slows his pace just enough to bring you back a bit from your orgasm. His other hand finds its way to your clit again, which he rubs in slow circles to bring you out of your shock paralysis. Your body works against you, and so you fall for him again, trying to suppress any sound from you.

"Name and occasion," he spoke in his usual deep voice, but it didn't escape you that he sounded annoyed. You were amazed at how hard he was able to hold it together, but his eyes told you that his head was still with you.

"Captain, sir, Armin Arlert, I'm bringing Commander Erwin Smith's papers as requested," came a trembling voice from the other side. Armin, too, seemed to realize that Levi didn't feel like dealing with him right now. Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He had forgotten all about that from all the work he was doing. With a deep thrust into you, he replied, "Tch, not now."

"A-but sir, y-you asked me specifically to get the papers."

The corners of Levi's mouth drop, and he pulls you to him again, wrapping his hands around your neck and squeezing lightly to vent his anger about Armin out there. Why is he interrupted now of all times? Your breath catches and your eyes roll back into your skull. "More," you breathe over your lips. If he keeps this up, you'll cum right here and now, while poor Armin stands outside the door with no idea how heavy the scent of sex and sweat is in the air and how well you're getting fucked right now.

"Not now, you piece of shit. Can your little brain handle that simple instruction?" hisses Levi, tightening his grip as you wish. His pace picks up again and he stares into your face.

"I'm cumming," you whisper as you slowly black out. The lack of air and his cock thrusting inside you with a brutality is driving you crazy. By the time Levi loses his cool and takes it out on you, you're head over heels. Sometimes down at dinner you can see his eyes squinting from a distance because he's annoyed with one of your comrades. Almost everyone fears Levi for his cold nature. They can't see through him because he hardly lets his feelings out. But when he comes up to you and grabs you by the collar of your clothes, dragging you through the whole building to his office, everyone knows that the person who has just annoyed him has real problems. And you realize at the very first glance from him to you that your inner anticipation is immeasurable.

"Wait a minute," he murmurs softly. He hasn't heard Arlert's footsteps moving away from the office yet. Probably the boy is still too unsure how to react, since Levi said something else to him earlier. But Levi also knew that it was really time to get rid of him. "Arlert, fuck off," Levi growls and opens your mouth with one of his hands, letting spit drip between his lips again, which this time hits your tongue. Greedily you swallow it, while you finally hear Armin's footsteps and the world around you fall apart. Behind your closed eyelids everything turns white, your whole-body bends towards Levi while his name falls from your lips over and over again. Levi also finally reaches his limit and shoots his juice deep into you, burying his face in your neck and moaning against your skin.

For a moment you both lie there like that as you try to come down from your high and your breath relaxes. Now comes the moment, feeling your aching limbs, and your face contorts. Levi laughs softly and your body shakes under him.

Slowly he straightens up from you and grins at you. "I'd say I'm sorry, but that would be a lie."

A slight grin settles over your lips as well. "The only thing you should be sorry for is Armin."

Levi rolled his eyes and slowly helped you up while his gaze was fixed on the wetness and his juice between your legs.

"Tch, Arlert can take it. I'll still take that scum and his stupid little friend Yeager harder tomorrow."

"Why Yeager?" you frown and are thankful for it as Levi starts to clean you up.

"Why not? That moron gets on my nerves." You smirk slightly and kiss him on the forehead. "You're incorrigible."

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tare-anime · 3 years ago

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5. Under the wings lay……? (AO3)

Prompt: “You make me feel safe.”

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Twilight came home late, exhausted, from his latest extra mission. He really wanted to hit the sack as soon as possible, but of course, he need to be Loid Forger, the perfect father, and husband.

Opening the door, he called tiredly, “I’m home…..”

“Welcome home, Papa!”

His eyes widened in surprise. To be honest, he was half expecting Anya to be already asleep.

“Welcome, Loid!” His wife chimed from the kitchen while washing the dishes.

Looking at her, he raised his brow in question, and Yor answered, “Ah! Anya insisted on waiting for you. Since tomorrow is a school day off, I let her.” She then whispered, “She misses you.”

“Ah….” He nodded.

True that he had spent almost the entire week doing overtime missions, that he too missed tucking her to bed.

“Papa, come on! Hurry, take a bath, and read this new Bondman comic with me!” Anya exclaimed from their living room, showing off her new set of comic collections.

“Yeah, yeah…. On it…” The father relented.

After taking a quick bath and gulping down a simple late dinner bought and prepared by Yor, at long last Loid sat in the living room, beside his sleepy but still excited daughter.

Opening the first collection of the new Spy Wars comic, Loid started to read the story while every now and then taking a sip from his late-night calming tea.

And since his daughter insisted, he even acted out several scenes, with exaggerated movements.

Try as he might, he still couldn’t help Blushing furiously when he heard Yor giggle at him. Especially when he had to contort his face stiffly or make silly noises.

They were approaching an intense fighting scene between Bondman and the villain when suddenly he felt a warm weight nudge his side.

Apparently, Anya was so sleepy that she fell asleep on his side.

His eyes softened as he caressed her hair.

“Mmm…. Papa, you make me feel safe…..”

He gasped a little at her sleep talking. And no matter how much he denied and kept reminding himself that this family was nothing more than just a mission, he couldn’t stop his heart from feeling warm.

With a smile plastered on his face, he repositioned Anya so that the kid could lie down more comfortably on his lap.

The man planned to tuck her in, but not after reading several more parts of the Spy Wars comic. At least till he knew the end result of the battle.

Meanwhile, Yor, who was cleaning their late-night tea dishes, watched the warm view from the kitchen window.

Just right after she finished the task, she planned to join Loid and Anya in the living room, only to find both Loid and Anya had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Her eyes softened and her heart swelled.

She felt really lucky to be able to witness such rare moments between father and daughter where both of them looked so at peace in each other’s embrace.

Carefully she took Anya from Loid’s wing and tucked her in her bed.

She then took an extra blanket for her husband from the cupboard.

After she repositioned Loid into a more comfortable position, she wrapped him in the blanket and turned off the light.

"Good night, Loid."

She then entered her room with a smile, glad that she chose such an amazing caring man to play as her husband.

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elfwoodfae · 3 years ago

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Writing’s On The Wall

Quantum Of Solace (Chapter-4)

Warnings: Masturbation.

Author’s note: I loved this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, let me know what you think. Also I made the moodboard from editing pics to putting it together, if you want to use it or share it just tag me!

Quantum Of Solace.

The light of the screen illuminates your face, the room around you is dark, cold, giving the feeling of being locked up in a nightmare. A single tear rolls down your face as Christina’s words echos through your mind, is as if he was a completely different man. Your fingers move to the rewind button once again, playing the scene once more; the screen shows Harrison, looking at the camera, sitting in his chair before he abruptly gets up, walking to a board, talking about how he managed to keep a diary, symbols you had never seen are written on the board, he seems euphoric, as if this breakthrough was his salvation.

Ripping the drive your had found a few minutes earlier off the computer, when you were rummaging through his things, you walk over to the kitchen, looking for the phone as thunder roars over the skylight, lighting illuminating the room. Your finger begging to dial, hands shaking and your breathing becomes erratic as panic settles on you. She had been right, something was definitely very wrong with this man, he was pretending to be paraplegic.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice echos through the house, making you turn your head around, eyes going wide as you see him sitting in front of you, you hadn’t even heard him coming in.

“You are faking it!” Comes your accusation, your eyes are glossy and your hands shaky.

“I’m calling the police, you…” you point at him with your phone.

“You are not going to get away with this, you are lying to everyone, I knew there was something off with you.” You finish, finger about to dial when movement catches the corner of your eye.

Gripping the armrest of his chair he gets up, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the chair, the darkness around you both only briefly interrupted by lightning falling from the sky, illuminating his silhouette briefly.

“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” He half whispers tilting his head slightly to the side, looking almost pained to having to do whatever he will do next, before taking a step towards you, the realization of how tall he is hits you, leaving you breathless as you take a step back, your hand quickly opening a drawer and taking a knife in your hand, lifting it in his direction.

“Stay right there!” Your voice tries to sound confident, strong, but the shakiness and fear in it gives away how you really feel. He knows you are terrified, he knows he has the upper hand, he has you cornered at his mercy.

“How ironic, being threatened with a knife.” He smirks, moving closer in your direction, he can see the way your hand shakes, making the grip unsteady.

“Back off, I’m calling the police,” your finger is about to graze the dial button when a storm hits you, suddenly the phone is long gone and Harrison is behind you, his body pressed firmly to your back as he pushes you against the counter, his much bigger hand covering the hand holding the knife as he squeezes yours, erupting a scream off your lips at the pain he is inflicting trying to get you to drop the knife.

Throwing all the strength you have into your back you try to push him off of you, failing miserably, his body barely giving into your attempt, panic is settling fast over you, your mind racing for a way out and suddenly the only idea you can come up with is to try and somehow kick him in the balls. But the moment your feet start to move is as if he had seen it in slow motion, he managed to let go of your other hand before grabbing your feet, pulling you and throwing you off balance, turning you around, facing him as his hand grips your face.

“You were so close of making it out of here, but you had to go and meddle into things.” He half growls, a flicker of red illuminating his face briefly, his hand moves back, starting to vibrate in the hair as he purses his lips, his eyes turning a bright shade of red.

Realization dawns on you, he is one of them, one of those meta-humans going about, he is angry, you have angered him and now he most likely will kill you. Tears prickle your eyes and your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“Let me go!” You try, struggling with him, trying to break free but his hold on your face only tightens.

His hand slaps down on the counter behind you, rattling everything on it as a wiring noise fills your ears. His face moves closer to yours, the proximity of his body making you push yourself backwards into the kitchen island, making it dig painfully against your spine.

“Your chance to go is long gone,” he whispers.

“You are now stuck here, with me, and had you been more careful we could had both gone our ways and I would be free of your impertinence.” He angrily states, half whispering, half yelling on your face.

“Listen here, and listen carefully,” he squeezed your jaw harder, trying to make his point across.

“You will stay here until I have reached my goal, and you better behave because trust me,” he half chucked, watching the way your lips purse and your pulse quickens in fear.

“I can make you wish I had kill you, and don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try anything. Don’t think you can outsmart me.” He says, before letting go of your face and moving out of your space, not before grabbing the phone out of your reach.

His eyes follow your form, seeing you run down the hall, tripping on your own feet as you try to go faster inside your room. Once he hears the door close, a sigh leaves his mouth, his hands running through his hair, frustration radiating off of him. This was a less than ideal situation, now he is stuck with you, stuck with your insufferable presence. The only gain he has on this is the ability to finally walk in his house, without having to hide, but the sole thought of having to share his space with you for longer than anticipated is enough to put him in a bad mood again.

The rest of the night Eobard threads through the house, his mind is in overdrive, thinking of any possible scenario, any possibilities where he would need to get rid of you. Your door remains locked through the night, and sometime after midnight he decides to retire to his own room, he needs to shower, to relax and take in as much calmness as he can given the circumstances. He sleeps on edge, constantly waking up, ready to speed if you as so much try anything, but you don’t, and he doesn’t see you leave your room when he leaves the next day. What he does see is you trying to leave, only to realize the door is locked, he sees you trying to connect with someone through the computer; he speeds to the house, catching you, scaring you as a red torment consumes you, he thanks Gideon for being able to see everything that goes on in the house through the cameras back at the lab, and he makes it clear he in not a patient man despite what it may look like on the outside, warning you for the last time.

The next couple of days pass by in haze, he sees you, wandering around the house once he is gone, you barely talk, barely eat, but he sees you looking into any possible way to leave. His pride hurts at the fact that he is aware he is not an insufferable man, he doesn’t want you with him, but he needs to ensure his plan. Perhaps a truce is in order but he won’t take the first step, too aware of how stubborn he can be. Thankfully back at the labs no one has brought you up anymore, everyone believing you are staying extra time for work, he doesn’t want to say you have left, he knows what the stakes are, keeping the lie simple is easier than over complicating it.

Walking through the door, late in the afternoon, he gets up from the chair, stretching his back, the front of his shirt riding up a little. He sets a pace, making his way to the kitchen only to stop mid way through. There on the middle of the room he notices you, looking at him, eyes cautious, a glass of wine in your hand. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at you and back at the glass.

“If you want to torture me here I may as well make the best of it.” You say, the glass almost overflowing, the comment making him snort.

“Trust me, keeping you here and torturing you are the last things on my mind.” He adds, continuing his stance to the decanter and grabbing a drink for himself.

“Then why won’t you let me go!” You insist, tire of trying to leave this place.

“Because I have worked too hard and too much for this, and you won’t ruin me, you won’t ruin it, have you not meddle into things you would be on your way by now.” He is getting mad, agitating himself.

Your lips purse as you whip around, successfully bumping your shoulder against his as you walk past him, putting extra effort into pushing him.

“Such a brat.” You hear him say, making you turn around and fist your hands at you side before huffing and stomping your feet in frustration.

“You are only adding to my point.” He teases you, pointing at you with his glass.

“Tess would be so disappointed in you!” You try to jab at his heart but his response only confuses you more.

“I wish I could say I care, but sadly I never knew her.” The sarcasm drips from his words, he notices how confusion takes over your features.

“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne. I’m not Harrison Wells, I’m not who you think I am.” He says, hand on his hips as he leans on the counter.

“What? How, how can you be someone you…” you trail off, your mind feels like a labyrinth of thoughts and questions.

“All you need to know is that I’m not Harrison Wells, but everyone needs to believe I am.” He says, pointing around you to an imaginary audience before taking the whole decanter and making his way to his own room.

The door shuts behind him, he releases a breath as he closes his eyes. This is becoming harder than he imagined, every interaction you share is fill with sarcasm or hate, he rejoices on teasing you, but he wishes he could simply void his mind of any thoughts regarding you. Sighting he makes his way to the bathroom, removing his jacket halfway through the room, followed by his long sleeve shirt as he passes in front of the floor length mirror, reflecting his body, his broad shoulders accompanied by ripped arms that seem to go on for miles; he stops, removing his pants, the curve of his ass is prominent and the muscles of his abdomen taunt, adorned by a trail of hair going all the way down his belly button, passing by the middle of a v line, reflecting a river one may desire to swim in.

Once in the bathroom he closes the door, scratching his neck, turning on the water on the all glass shower before going in. He removes the last piece of clothing before going under the stream of water. The hotness of it immediately reddens his skin, stealing a sight out of his mouth, the glass begins to fog around him and the memory of your body behind the glass door comes back to his mind. He wets his hair, hoping it will clear him of you but once his eyes close the only image behind them is the curve of your breast. The shape of your body, the color of your skin and that god forsaken hand running up your leg, running higher and higher and he feels his breath catching just imagining where it was heading to.

He feels uncomfortable, turning the water colder doesn’t seem to alleviate his problem and honestly he hates cold water. Regulating it once more he decides to approach this the only way he can, giving into a comfort he rarely indulges into. Taking a deep breath his hand moves to grasp himself, giving it a soft stroke, testing the waters before leaning his hand against the opposite wall for support. He moves his hand faster, the muscles on his abdomen contracting with every stroke of his hand, the veins on his neck beginning to show and his balls tightening, he feels his release close and he indulges in the memory of your perfume, what it would feel like to run his nose over the curve of your neck, down your shoulder, what it would feel like if it was his hand running against your leg, caressing your skin and moving higher to reach that place he so desperately feels the need to be in. With a sudden gasp his orgasm hits him, a grunt escaping him as his semen hits the floor, his hand still working to get him off completely. Once he is spent he can finally relax, letting out a breath as he throws his head back, allowing the water to run down his face and neck, washing away the anger he suddenly feels at not being able to control his own body, he hates you and he hates the reaction you bring out of him.

He looks at the clock, is sometime after 8:30 pm, his stomach rumbles and he considers if ordering Big Belly Burger is the best option. He runs the risk of someone seeing you but at the same time he hates the hassle it would create for him to go out on the wheelchair again to get the food himself. He decides on the later, grabbing the arm of the chair and speeding himself and the chair to get the food, only to be back in less than 10 minutes with bags in hand. He hates you but he can’t starve you, he is not that cruel. Walking to your room and knocking on the door, feeling himself growing annoyed when you take more than two seconds to open.

“What do you want?” Comes your response, the lack of manners you posses making a scowl appear on his face.

“You could be more grateful, I could let you starve you insufferable woman.” He says, annoyed already and regretting his decision of bringing you food.

“You are an insufferable man and I despise you, what kind of name is even Eobard, didn’t your parents love you?” That accusation jabs at his heart, opening a wound long forgotten and he hates how fucking spot on you have hit him.

Slamming the food down onto the floor with more force than necessary he speeds away, refusing to be there when you open the door, refusing to allow you to see how much it had affected him the pain the memory of his childhood brings him. Damn you and damn his kindness, you don’t deserve any of it.

You hear the bag slamming down, the quiet noise the air makes around you, he is gone, suddenly your words come back to you, he didn’t give you any sarcastic response, he didn’t even try to, maybe his childhood was a touchy subject you had inadvertently touched. Swinging your legs off the bed you run to the door, opening it faster than you intended to, only to find the bag of food in your step.

“Harrison” you call out before remembering that that’s not his name. Cursing lowly when silence greets you, guilt filling you as you realize that he was trying to be kind and you threw his efforts at his face.

“Hey come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” You try again, but there’s no response, he is gone.

Closing the door back you move to the bed, sitting down and opening the bag, he even added fries for you, and the gesture softens you a little and only adds to the guilt. He didn’t ask for you to be here the same way you didn’t ask to be here. He is having to put up with someone coming and slamming everything around for him. Even after all the unanswered questions you have it still comes as a shock that you don’t really know this man, he is a complete stranger who you are sure hates this more than you. Oblivious to you, in the other end of his house, his food lays untouched, his hands tangled in his hair. He has lost his appetite and the need to create chaos fills him, the only way he knows how to cope, how to adapt. Adjusting the ring on his finger he moves away from the bed, pulling his suit with a flick of his hand before phasing through it. A nightmare in yellow speeding out of the house, ready to destroy, ready to hurt the same way he has been hurt over and over again. He wants to destroy, he wants to hurt and he hates that the only thing it took for a storm to unleash was you.

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