#so its just a little bit nearer the end

[chronicowboy]

fellas is it gay for the groom to have a whisper-argument at the altar with his best man whilst his fiancee is walking down the aisle?

[zeeislewd]

Your partner catches you staring again, their lips turning down into a slight frown. They sigh, crossing their arms in a way that lets them rest their forearms on their gravid belly.

"What? Never considered I have to grow all those eggs I put in you?" They said, running a hand down their belly, all the way underneath to help support the weight. Then they noticed the way you had been staring, and not just that you had been staring and the frown started to fade, a little glint showing in their eye. They stepped forward, moving awkwardly with all the weight they carried with them. "I've never let myself grow this many before, you know? I've never let it build up for more than a week, no more than I could hide with some baggier clothes." They spoke, their voice lowering to a purr as they drew nearer to where you lay, crawling into the bed atop you, straddling you.

"I've never had someone to put these in before." There's a hunger in their voice now as you see their ovipositor begin to creep into view, brushing against your bare thigh, sliding up towards your wet cunt. Their other tentacles pull your legs apart, giving themself full access to you. They reach their hands out to yours, guiding you to hold the weight of their gravid belly, letting you feel how taut it's become with nearly a month's worth of eggs weighing them down.

"Now all they need is their mother's nice, warm womb to incubate... There's not enough space in me for them to keep growing." They say, their ovipositor starting to press itself into your waiting slit, squirming and slithering upwards as deep as it can go. You feel the familiar push against your cervix, against that place nothing should be able to reach. It doesn't even hurt now, when they push inside of your womb to claim you; it's so familiar, and you did always have a little bit of a masochistic streak, didn't you?

The eggs start to push into you, the size of tennis balls, nearly getting stuck before even entering inside; it was lucky they had a little bit of squish to them, otherwise they'd probably tear you apart just trying to fit one. The first egg always comes alone, helping prepare you, open you up to its siblings coming shortly after. Then you start feeling the intervals between eggs shorten... Maybe ten seconds at first, then five, then barely two, then they feel like a nonstop flow of eggs, of their eggs filling you.

With your hands on their belly you can feel them start to shrink back down as they turn you into their incubator once more. You can feel the shifting of the multitude inside them as each egg starts to enter their ovipositor, then into you.You can feel the weight transfer into you. They were right; they always grew larger inside you before they properly hatched, and your frame was so much smaller than theirs you were already nearly immobilized by the shear weight of their eggs. They were only a little over halfway done.

It felt like you were trapped there beneath them for minutes on end receiving their eggs. Blissful minutes, wracked with orgasm after orgasm until your mind slipped away and the only concept of time that existed was right now. Right now, being filled, being theirs. You hardly noticed when the eggs finally stopped coming, when their belly was flat and yours was so large you couldn't see the tentacles holding you past your bump. The blissful haze was so strong you could hardly form words, but they seemed to understand what you needed nonetheless, leaning down to slip their arms around you, having to settle for draping an arm over your belly for now instead.

They smiled softly at you, leaning in ever so close until you could feel the heat of their breath against your ear, and whispered.

"What a good little incubator you are."

[bellaxgiornata]

The Devil at Your Window |10: Blood & Honesty|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.3k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/Tags: 18+; fluff, flirting, sexual tension, light angst, pining, eventual smut, identity reveal, and lots of black suit Matty

a/n: So...I've been gone for a bit, but now I'm back after that unexpected hiatus. This is the installment that I have been wanting to scream about because of where things are about to eventually go.... Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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It was a surprisingly warm night tonight. Spring had finally drawn nearer to Hell's Kitchen with the way the evening chill had begun to lack its usual bite. As Matt limped his way across the rooftop, sweat dampened the fabric of the mask as it clung to his forehead. His shirt was torn and his torso bleeding after the knife-wielding criminal he'd just fought now sat handcuffed in the back of a police car. He was tired and ready to end the evening, but somehow his feet had taken him to your building. It was a place he’d been avoiding ever since what had happened the last time he’d tried to stop by your apartment just about a week ago.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d ended up on your rooftop again tonight, or what had even compelled him to carefully lower himself down the side of the building towards your fire escape. Though he’d been hesitant to throw his senses into your apartment tonight, nervous of a repeat situation. But you were in fact asleep this time. He could hear your even breaths and your steady heartbeat coming from your bedroom as confirmation.  

With a faint sigh of relief, Matt focused on your fire escape next. Easily enough, he caught the usual scent of food that meant you were still loyally keeping the Devil’s Pantry just outside your window for him even though he hadn't taken anything out of it in two weeks. A tinge of guilt hit him at that realization. He’d been avoiding your place, but you’d still been thinking about him. Despite his absence, you'd still been worried about him staying fed and hydrated.

Crossing the two small steps towards the bin, Matt crouched down and removed the lid with a wince, the cuts on his torso stinging at the movement. If he was here, he figured he should probably leave some sign of it. Some sign acknowledging that he still appreciated you leaving this out for him–like actually taking something out of it. 

Reaching a hand inside the container, Matt grabbed a bottle of water. He pulled it out and twisted off the lid before drinking half the bottle down in a matter of a few deep gulps. Feeling a little more refreshed, he found himself grateful that you were still this thoughtful despite the silence on his end of this unusual friendship. Though Matt had convinced himself that you most likely didn't mind that he had stopped barging in on you all of the time. You were seeing that guy now. You had other things going on to occupy your thoughts and your time. The Devil’s Pantry only remained on your fire escape because you appreciated what the Devil did for the Kitchen. That was the only reason. 

Setting the partially drunk water bottle down beside his feet, Matt reached a hand back into the container. He’d been going to grab a protein bar, but his gloved hand hit something flimsy, the sound of paper rustling meeting his ears. He froze, a frown settling on his lips. Had you left him a note again?

Withdrawing his hand from the bin, he worked on removing his glove before setting it on the fire escape beside his feet. With his other hand, he reached back inside the bin to pull the slip of paper out. His ungloved fingers ran over the top of your note and the unmistakable indentations of a pen met his fingertips. You had in fact left him a note, but one so short that he didn’t need to repeatedly trace his fingers over it to make sense of it this time.

I miss you, Devil.

The frown deepened on Matt’s mouth, his lips twisting in confusion. What had you meant by that? Did you really miss his unannounced visits? Didn't you have that guy to occupy your time with now? Weren't you appreciative that he was leaving you alone and giving you your privacy? 

Maybe you missed the jokes between you both–Matt certainly did. You were always so funny. And he hated to admit it, but if there really was some sort of friendship that had formed between the pair of you, communication was required to maintain it. Which meant checking in with each other. Talking. But how was he supposed to stand in your apartment and hold a conversation with you after how he'd eavesdropped–despite his best attempts not to–on such a personal moment of yours that he'd then shamefully taken far too much pleasure in the last time he’d stopped by? 

His fingers ran over the little note again, his focus on the soft lines and gentle curves of your handwriting. As he read it once more, the steady sound of your heartbeat in his ears, he heard the words as if you’d spoken them in his ear. 

I miss you, Devil.

His attention shifting from the note in his hand, he focused on your bedroom window next to the fire escape. A frown tugged at his lips as he continued to listen to your even breaths.

“I miss you, too, angel,” he whispered.

Partially distracted, you tried to focus on putting away the load of clean dishes that had recently finished washing in your dishwasher. For the entirety of the night all you’d been able to think about was the new mistake you'd managed to make earlier at work. While truthfully it hadn't been that big of a deal, your least favorite co-worker had made sure to take every opportunity to torment you about it today. And that had only made things worse.

Simply put, today had been a bad day for you. It also didn't help that it had been over two weeks since you'd last seen the Devil. And you knew he'd finally stopped by your apartment three nights ago to grab some water and snacks out of your Devil’s Pantry because a few items had finally been removed after the past couple of weeks of it remaining untouched. So you knew he'd read the note you'd left for him. But you still hadn't seen him since, and at this point you were convinced that he really was done with you.

So you'd come home miserable tonight and had immediately gone into a stress-induced cleaning frenzy. You'd folded the laundry that had once more piled up in your bedroom after throwing another load into the wash in the building's laundry facility downstairs. You'd not only scrubbed your bathroom sparkling clean, but you'd even dusted and swept the whole apartment. Afterwards, still trying hard not to think about your disappointment at never seeing the Devil again, you'd methodically organized the clothes in your closet by color. You'd only paused long enough to throw together the saddest salad, too morose to actually cook tonight, before moving on to emptying your dishwasher. 

You wondered if your note had been the final nail in the coffin for the Devil and your friendship. Because he had eventually come back just once after you'd made the mistake of toying with his jealousy. That had to mean something, right? But then why had admitting you missed him made him disappear again? You figured he'd want to know you'd been thinking about him if he was jealous.

Maybe you should have written him a longer note. A note that told him you'd ended things with Dylan a long time ago. That you sat in wait for him pathetically every night just for a glimpse of him outside your window. That you couldn't stop thinking about him. That you wanted him.

But you'd once again lost the opportunity to tell him how you felt. And now you'd never have the chance.

With a heavy heart, you set the two glasses you were holding up on the cabinet shelf. Turning back towards your half-empty dishwasher, you headed back over and bent down to pull out one of your larger knives from the top rack. But as you stood back up, a voice to your left startled you so much that you jumped on the spot. 

“You still kept it unlocked.”

Head darting over your shoulder, your eyes widened in shock when you saw the Devil standing just beyond your kitchen in his black, form fitting suit. Mouth falling open in surprise, you couldn't believe he'd actually come back. You'd been positive he was gone from your life forever. 

“You–you’re here,” you stammered a little breathlessly. “I–ah!”

A sharp stinging burned its way up your arm just as the Devil’s head tilted to the side. Before you could even register another thought beyond pain, his lips had set into a firm line as he darted across the room straight towards you. You’d caught the soft, panicked curse he'd muttered under his breath as he hurried to your side.

Glancing down at where the pain was focused on your arm, you gasped at the sight. Blood was seeping out of a cut along the top of your forearm. Judging from the red on the edge of the knife in your other hand, you must've accidentally cut yourself when you'd startled and then been too shocked at the sight of the black-clad Devil to immediately realize you'd even been hurt. 

Black gloved hands were on you immediately. One of the Devil’s hands gently grasped your injured arm while the other carefully retrieved the knife from your other hand. He was silent as he set the knife down on the counter behind himself before he returned his attention to your injury. Delicately twisting your wrist back and forth in his hold, his masked face focused on your cut as he examined it.

“You're lucky,” his gravelly voice said. “Doesn't sound like a deep cut.”

Face screwing up at the comment, your eyes darted up to his masked one. Curiously you watched him through narrowed eyes as he stood there still tenderly grasping your arm in his hand and examining the damage you’d accidentally done with your knife. What did he mean by it not sounding like a deep cut? Didn’t he mean that it didn’t look like a deep cut? Had he just misspoken? As much as you’d been tempted to ask for clarification, after going weeks without seeing him you weren’t feeling inclined to take the risk of asking and touching on something personal that would send him running away from you again. 

“I should clean this,” he murmured, still focused on your arm. “Don’t need you getting an infection. You’ll certainly need a bandage, but it doesn’t seem deep enough to need stitches.” 

His face finally rose, his eyes behind the mask seeming to fix on you now. You could feel your heart pounding a little harder beneath his mysterious covered gaze; it had been so long since you’d last felt the weight of it on you.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” he asked. 

Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus on the answer to his question and not the fact that he was here and that you’d also just accidentally sliced yourself with a knife. It didn’t help that his gloved hand was still so carefully holding your wrist.

“It’s–it’s in the bathroom,” you answered, voice still coming out a little breathless. “Under the vanity.”

His head cocked curiously to the side. “There a towel I can use to clean this in there, too?” he asked next.

You nodded, still partially in a daze. “Mhmm,” you hummed back. 

He released your hand, his head gesturing behind himself to your couch. “Sit,” he ordered. “I'll be right back.”

The Devil turned, striding his way across your apartment and towards the bathroom with an urgency in his steps. He moved without making much sound as you stared after his retreating form. You genuinely wondered how he did that. He really was just like a cat. 

Still in shock that he was even here, you maneuvered around the kitchen counter and headed over towards your couch. As you settled down onto the cushions, you glanced over at the short hallway he’d disappeared down and held your bleeding arm upright. Curiously you noted he hadn't even bothered turning on the bathroom light in his haste so that he could see what he was doing. But by the time you’d had that thought, he was already making his way back out of your bathroom, clearly having found what he wanted as he brought the items over. 

The Devil sat on the couch beside you before reaching over towards your coffee table to set down the first aid kit and the damp towel. In silence you watched as he began peeling his gloves off of his hands one at a time, the innocent gesture somehow seeming to cause your blood to heat. You swore you could feel his own body heat radiating off of him from where he sat so close beside you removing each glove, your eyes focused on the deft movements of his fingers.

It didn’t help that you were far too aware of how close his large thigh was to your leg right now. You couldn’t resist glancing down at it, staring at how easily it filled out the black pants he wore. Curiously you wondered if you’d even be able to fit both of your hands around the circumference of his thigh with how thick and muscular it was. Swallowing thickly, you felt your body warm a bit further, your mind going to places it shouldn’t have been going right now. Like sitting on his lap.

Your attention had been so focused on his leg in his tight pants that when he turned back towards you, you visibly startled on the couch. The Devil paused with the damp towel in his hand as he stared back at you, clearly having caught the way you’d jumped. The corner of his lip twitched, almost as if he’d wanted to smile, but then his expression quickly returned serious.

“Give me your arm,” he ordered.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you awkwardly held it out towards his awaiting hand. Gingerly his fingers wrapped around your wrist, drawing it further towards himself as his masked face once more focused on your cut. His other hand began lightly washing the blood that had coated your forearm with the towel, goosebumps beginning to dot your skin under his attention. 

The Devil had never quite touched you like this before when he’d visited you in the past. The hold he had on your wrist was delicate despite the roughness of his fingers. There was also care in the way he was methodically cleaning your small wound, almost as if he’d done this before on someone besides himself. You found yourself wondering about that for a minute, curious as to who it would’ve been that this man had often tended to like this. 

“Keep this right here,” he told you. “I’m not done yet.”

With the blood cleaned from your arm, the Devil momentarily released it from his hold before he leaned over towards your coffee table, setting down the damp rag. Opening your first aid kit, his hands reached inside and his fingers fumbled around, shuffling items out of his way as he searched for what he wanted. Eventually you saw him grab a cotton ball and that tube of Neosporin you’d used on the injury for his ass a few weeks ago. The sight of it immediately reminded you of that night and how you’d messed up, and the sudden urge to rectify that situation before he disappeared on you again hit you hard as you watched him smear the ointment on a cotton ball.

You cleared your throat as he once more grabbed your wrist with his hand, his other one gently dabbing the ointment over your cut. Wincing slightly as he worked, you tried to find a way to begin the discussion you wanted to have. With how quiet the Devil currently was this evening, it didn't seem like he’d be sticking around for conversation much longer after he finished bandaging your arm. 

“So uh–”

“I’m sorry for this,” he murmured, cutting you off.

Brows drawing together at his unexpected apology, you watched him in confusion as he reached over and set the cotton ball down on your coffee table. Briefly he released your wrist again, his hands searching for the correct size bandage in your kit.

“What do you mean?” you asked him. “It’s not like you stabbed me. Pretty sure I was the one holding the knife, Devil.”

“I shouldn’t have just barged in,” he replied, picking up the bandage he wanted and beginning to open the package. “I scared you. Should’ve known you were holding a knife.”

Your head tilted curiously to the side, your brows still knitted together. One of these days you were determined to figure out what he meant by all these odd things he said. Assuming, of course, he kept coming back long enough.

“It was an accident,” you reminded him. “You don’t have to apologize for an accident.”

He emitted a single grunt in response as his warm fingers once more encircled your wrist. His other hand very carefully laid out the bandage over your forearm before his fingertips gently smoothed it down over your skin. Eyelids fluttering beneath the tender, light touch, you once more felt your pulse accelerate. But when he spoke again, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“There,” he said, placing your arm back into your lap. “I’d keep it from getting wet in the shower for a day, but otherwise you should be alright.”

“Thanks,” you replied, scared he was about to bolt any second now that he'd finished his task. “I suppose of the two of us, you would be the one to know about healing knife wounds.”

This time, the corner of his mouth did pull up into a faint smile. The sight of it gave you the sudden courage to speak before you could stop yourself–or before he left.

“Did you read my note?” you blurted.

He’d been reaching back out towards your coffee table for his gloves, but at your question he’d paused with his hand outstretched above it. You saw the muscle twitch in his cheek before he continued retrieving his gloves from off the table. Nervous sweat pricked at your palms as you waited for his response. 

“Yes,” he answered a little stiffly. “I did.”

Terrified of how to broach the topic, you just continued barreling forward, trying to choose honesty. After all, you either scared him away or you didn’t at this point. You were hoping the truth–or at least some of it–might keep him returning to your window.

“You’d disappeared for a while,” you cautiously pointed out. “I…missed you.”

“Figured you'd been busy,” he stated simply. “Didn't want to bother you.”

“Busy?” you asked, pulling a face. “Busy with what?”

“Your new boyfriend,” the Devil answered.

The way he'd said the word ‘boyfriend’ with such obvious distaste had been all the verbal confirmation you needed. Beside you, he'd begun pulling his gloves back on. You figured it was now or never to have this conversation with him. 

“He was never my boyfriend, Devil,” you told him. “We never made it past that second date. I ended things before they'd really even started. The day after your last visit, actually.”

The Devil's hands hesitated as he'd been fastening his last glove on. His body stiffened beside you on the couch, his masked face almost determinedly focused away from you.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I thought you liked him?”

Feeling an embarrassed flush spreading its way up your neck, you glanced down at your own hands. “When I told you about that kiss, I wasn't entirely honest with you,” you began carefully. “It wasn't like any other kiss I'd had before because it was devoid of anything in it. There wasn't any spark, I mean.”

Your hands began fidgeting faster with the hem of your shirt. Trying to admit your attraction to him was more terrifying than you anticipated it to be, especially because he was now sitting quietly beside you. His silence was somehow making him even more intimidating.

“And I felt that with someone else,” you continued slowly. “So I didn't want to keep dragging Dylan along when I knew that it wasn't going to work out,” you confessed. “Because I–” you sucked in a sharp breath, wincing as the words came out in a rush, “–have been attracted to you for a really long time now. Pretty much since you fell on my fire escape.”

Exhaling the breath, you bit your lip and glanced over at the Devil from the corner of your eye. He'd gone completely immobile on your couch now. You weren't entirely sure if he was about to confess his own attraction or run for your window with how still he’d grown, and that had your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. 

“Can you please say something before I puke?” you asked awkwardly. “The lack of words coming out of your mouth is making me nervous.”

The Devil’s head swung in your direction, your pulse somehow increasing further at the abrupt gesture. Fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you felt your breath come in faster. 

“This can't be what you want it to be,” he stated. “We're just friends. That’s it.”

“Okay,” you replied slowly, still refusing to meet his gaze. “But can you be honest? Those two times in my apartment–you know which ones. We almost kissed, didn't we? I'm not crazy, am I?”

The Devil abruptly rose to his feet at your questions. He began to hurriedly skirt around your coffee table and you knew exactly where he was headed. He was running away. Leaving. Panicked, you rose from the couch, determined to finish this conversation.

“There was something there,” you continued, chasing after him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice it.”

“It's just attraction,” he told you, shaking his head as he walked. “That's all that was. I don't want you mistaking it for anything else.”

Brows drawing together in confusion, you halted in place, staring at his retreating form as it continued towards your window. Trying to ignore the way your stomach had fluttered at his admission to being attracted to you, you knew you needed to think fast if there was ever a hope of him returning to your apartment. And after two weeks without a sighting of him, you desperately wanted him to come back. So much so that you stupidly spoke without thinking.

“Who says it has to be more than that?” you blurted out. 

The Devil stopped in his tracks, his masked face shifting over his shoulder back towards you. Swallowing hard, you wondered what the hell had compelled you to say that and internally you blamed that tight black suit. But you quickly latched onto that idea since it had actually caused him to stop his retreat.

“I'm attracted to you, too,” you admitted awkwardly, the words falling out of you without much forethought. “Why does it have to be anything more than that? Anything more than…friends who are attracted to each other?”

His head tilted to the side, his mouth a straight, hard line as he stared back at you beneath his mask. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach at his pause.

“Because I know that's what you want,” he finally answered. “Something more. And I'm not about to become your boyfriend. It wouldn’t work. I don't do relationships.”

You shrugged, shaking your head at him. “With respect, Devil, don't tell me you know what I want,” you shot back. “Because I can still be your friend who is sometimes…more than that. Right? I mean I'm–I'm open to it if you are. I know what I felt those two times when you were here. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it, too.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides, your eyes drawn down at the movement. Briefly you wondered what that was about before he spoke again, your attention returning to his masked face.

“I don't think what you're suggesting is a good idea,” he warned you, voice dropping to something lower. “You don't even know me.”

“I know you well enough, Devil,” you countered. 

He gave a grunt in response, his head darting forward as he once more focused on your window. You felt your entire body deflate as he continued towards it, throwing it open wide before he climbed through it. When he was standing on your fire escape, you watched helplessly as he reached up and grabbed a hold of the window. There was a stern set to his lips that had you worried this could truly be what scared him away once and for all.

“Goodnight, angel,” he stated.

Shoulders dropping in defeat, you watched as he slammed the window shut before he turned and tossed himself over your fire escape. He was gone before you’d even known how to recover from the situation.

With a sigh you turned around, dejectedly making your way back to your couch. Sinking into the cushions and burying your face in your hands, you wondered how you kept managing to mess things up with him. Why the hell had you gone and just offered to be the Devil’s friend with benefits tonight? Especially since you knew you had actual feelings forming for him and wanted more than just something physical–no matter how much you really wanted that, too. Clearly he wanted to keep things strictly friendly, but now you really had gone and made a mess of things. All you could do was find hope in the fact that he’d said ‘goodnight’ and not ‘goodbye’ this time.

[sweetiecutie]

Ok ok listen-

teacher!valeria x student!reader🫶🫶

(I imagen her and us having "study sessions" she calls us in her classroom to talk about our grades or she calls us in her classroom so she can "help" us with something that we didnt understand 😻😻and could reader be a fem?. if u dont want to do this is ok!!🫶❤️)

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, university AU!, professor/student trope, age gap implied

A/n: this is literally so sexy, I’m about to cream my fucking pants😩

Okay, so this is a university au, in which Valeria is one of the professors. I have a feeling that she would be teaching something hard and complicated - let’s say math.

Professor Garza is very strict. She’s one of the people who value discipline and order over anything else, punishing everyone who dares disturbing it. Valeria wouldn’t think twice before giving out detentions and extra work for behavior she deems unacceptable within auditorium. Chatting during her lectures? - detention. Forgetting to do homework she gave? - detention and double the amount of exercises you had to be handed over to her due to 3 pm the next day.

Many students fear Miss Garza, many hate her, many like her; but every single one has some sort of respect for her cold and stoic demeanor. Valeria is strict and demanding , but she’s also one of the bestest - many students wish to be teached by her.

And even if it seems nearly impossible, Valeria does have favorites. Very few - 3-4 students in whole university, but boy are they privileged.

Valeria values conformity over anything else. She prefers students that are polite and well-behaved, never causing any commotion or fuss. And you happened to be just that - miss goody two shoes, one of the bestest in your year, never once failing ho hand in whatever assignment Valeria gave you, no matter how complicated or cumbersome the work was.

Garza quickly caught onto your skills, and by the end of first year she already valued you over the rest of your group. Not only the brilliance of your mind, which was capable of so many amazing thing, drew her in; you’re quite a sight for sore eye as well - clothes always neat and ironed, hair framing your pretty face perfectly no matter what, light makeup only highlighting your natural beauty. Valeria couldn’t help her eyes lingering on your soft thighs whenever you decided on wearing a skirt or a dress to uni, flooding her head with images of these exact thighs spread wide before her.

It was quite a challenge for Valeria to find any mistakes in your works. You were a smart little girl, she had no doubts about it at that point. But every time, with extreme effort, professor Garza managed to find all the little flaws in your works. They did seem ridiculous tho, something other math professors wouldn’t even deem as a mistake. So first time this happened you came up to the older woman, asking about your strangely low grade; and Valeria, voice softer with feigned sympathy, patiently explained why she had to grade you so lowly. “I hope you do better next time, hm?” She’d say with a small smile, dismissing you from her classroom. Oh how the sight of your pouting lips and teary eyes got her off

As semester drew nearer to its end your works didn’t seem to improve even a slightest bit. At this point you were convinced that it was something personal - that professor Garza simply disliked you (oh if only you knew). So it was a surprise when Valeria called out for you to stay behind as everyone was leaving after the end of her lecture. You obediently descended the stairs of high auditorium, coming to her desk, standing there patiently as all the students left.

Once alone in the room, Valeria turned to face you, one hip leaning onto the edge of her working desk. Her dark eyes gazed at you from above thin lenses of her reading glasses, arms crossed over her chest making her tits perk up teasingly from within two unmade buttons of her white blouse.

“Y/n, I wanted to talk to you about your grades” she said, her voice sounding a bit softer than usual - voice she used on you only. Your body tensed slightly at her words, your fingers gripping your books more tightly as you looked at her tentatively.

“I made a small research on your academic performance and it seems that you only struggle with my subject. Is there any particular reason to this?” She asked, concern lacing her words.

You bit your tongue, fighting back bitter words of indignation - it was Valeria’s fault only that your grades in math were so low. But you kept silent, gazing dully onto the floor under your feet. Professor Garza heaved a heavy sigh, her heart thrumming loudly within her chest at what she was about to do.

“Y/n, you’re a very smart girl, and I don’t want you to ruin your record because of arithmetics. I can give you some extra credit” she said calmly, your ears perking up at her words.

You looked up at the older woman, obviously surprised - Valeria never gave extra credit, no matter the circumstances. You blinked rapidly a few times - you won’t lose such an opportunity, you’d be a fool if you did.

“Sure, I’d be very grateful!” You said quickly, looking at Valeria with wide eager eyes.

She only smiled at your words, nodding for you to come closer. As you did, she took your books and notes out of your hands, placing them on the faraway side of her desk. “You won’t need these”

As you were going to ask what she meant her warm hand clasped around the back of your neck, slamming you against her desk. With a small squeak you were bent over the table, your cheek squished against some papers scattered on top of it. You felt Valeria’s hot chest pressing against your back, her free hand glided up and down the side of your hip as she whispered into your ear “Now I need you to be a good little girl and spread your legs wider”

And you did. Arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, making your knees go weak as Valeria’s hand slipped in between your soft thighs - just like she always dreamed of, massaging your soft pussy through thin material of your panties.

Soon enough these same panties were shoved into your mouth to muffle all desperate cries tearing through your chest as to not disturb other professors in nearby auditoriums; three of Valeria’s long fingers fucked in and out of your drooling pussy with loud squelching sounds, her fingertips grazing that one spot deep within you, making your eyes roll and toes curl.

You exited professor Garza’s auditorium on trembling legs, your makeup and hair unnaturally messy, eyes unfocused and bleary but - most importantly - with impeccable record on arithmetics.

But to keep your math performance this way, you had to visit professor Garza some more for extracurricular activities <3

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[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ 5:55 p.m. | oikawa tooru

wc: 709 summary: oikawa comes home missing a step in the ‘oikawa family routine’.  contains: f!reader, papa!oikawa, baby girl oikawa, use of term ‘baby’, baby/child/kid, being parents, food descriptions, oikawa coming home to his lil family of three!, oikawa aged up to pro. a/n: thought of this lil blurb today and had to get it down !! i love papa oikawa my heart is bursting !!

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Oikawa comes home in the late afternoon.

He takes his shoes off by the genkan, and keeps a hop in his step despite a full day of volleyball; being a setter might be what he does best, but bursting into his house, shouting his usual 'baby, i'm home!' might just be what he loves the most.

And he's about to do it, as he steps into the hallway, gym bag on his shoulder and mouth open pre-yell, but he stops, because—

—there peering up at him is his little girl, greeting him with an index finger to her lips as if to say: 'shhh, papa, be quiet ...'.

When he looks further behind her, to the couch, he sees you, fast asleep with your right arm folded to cushion your head, and the other hanging over the edge.

"Mama sleep," she whispers, almost giggling, and he thinks the saying could never be more true; her laugh is infectious (or maybe just to her papa)—he'd never be immune.

Oikawa's eyes widen and he mouths an 'oh' as he lets down his gym bag quietly. He crouches low, coming eye-to-eye with his mini-me, the splitting image of him except for her smile—which is yours, undoubtedly.

He stretches his arms out, welcoming her in, and she rushes to him, giggling, her brown curls bouncing with each step closer to him.

This is the Oikawa family routine: when papa arrives home, he gets 3 kisses, one on each cheek and the last one on his nose. Then, he lifts his little girl up, supports her with one arm while he kisses you and pulls you close.

This time, the routine isn't quite as complete but he still has his little girl on his arm, perched by his hip kissing his cheek. Her little hands grab on to his face to place the final kiss to his nose and he scrunches it, joking with her, a remix of his favorite tune as she giggles some more.

"Did my baby sleep too?" he whispers, feet light as he makes his way to the kitchen, past you.

His little girl nods, "Small only." and he thinks it's so cute, that she's the smartest girl in the world for knowing what to say—even though he knows 'small' isn't exactly the right word to describe it.

He lets her down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to check what's available: chicken and a few vegetables. Then, he gathers what he needs and places them on the table.

"Should we make dinner for mama?" he asks, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing. 

His little girl perks up, brown eyes widening and gleaming just the same, a perfect reflection of his as she nods and says, "Egg!"

He laughs, volume restrained, but he kisses her forehead and replies, "Okay, egg for mama it is."

By the end of it, there's an empty carton (or two) of eggs he's used (failed attempts to make Omurice until its decent, but still half as good as what you always do). His little girl sprinkles the last few bits of green onion before you round the corner just in time, eyes slightly puffed and his love right there, laced in your sleepy smile.

"Mama!" his (your) little girl shouts, making grabby hands at her papa to let her down.

You shake your head and laugh, smiling just like your little girl as you drag your feet nearer. The food is resting on the counter as Oikawa picks her up, keeping her perched on his hip as he walks towards you.

It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling sitting in his stomach that's been there for a while, even before you two became three, that's reminding him of how good his life is, coming home to you, sleep lines and all running across your cheek.

When you meet in the middle of your kitchen, you don't forget the Oikawa family routine, tiptoeing up to kiss him as he pulls you closer, your little girl squished in-between.

"I'm home, baby." he whispers, nose-to-nose, just as you let his lips go, and you laugh, his favorite tune, the original, before your baby girl made it her own.

"Welcome home."

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[saphiccarma]

- Sweet Thing Pt.3

pt.2

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - And sometimes, you don't think Rio and Agatha are all that bad, like when they comfort you after a nightmare. Other times they are the people you hate most.

Warnings: kinda sexual content (not really?), lil' bit of gore, side character death (kinda)

A/N: When I say i spent an hour searching for some sort of mermaid anatomy.... also i have started to slowly develop and entire freaking lore for sirens in this au sooooo good for me Reblogs and comments make me happy :>

The water swirled around you, powerful and familiar. You were home. Elation burst in your chest and you tried to swim forward. Key word: tried. Seaweed held you in place, keeping you firmly trapped and unable to move. Your home was so close. It was right there. That little cave you lived in with your parents. Where you braided your sisters' hair and wrestled with your brothers. The safe place where your mother tended to any wounds you could while exploring and your father would fondly tell stories of his youth.

It was right there.

Movement in the corner of your eye forced you to look away and you did so reluctantly. Something dark lurked between the different structures, other homes and coral. It could easily have been a bigger fish or a turtle, but you knew it was something else. Eyes narrowing, you gasped at what you saw. Perhaps the largest shark you had ever seen, a great white that weaved through the gaps in the coral and was heading straight for your home.

You opened your mouth to shout a warning, but nothing came out. Your mother passed through the doorway of your house as the shark got nearer. It swam with intent, getting closer and closer to your home without moving. Tail flicking frantically, you tried to propel yourself forward, find a way to save your mother. And then you saw another small little figure. It was your sister. She was only a few years old, just learning how to talk, and she trailed after your mother with a toy in her hands. The toy was something you had found for her, a shell shaped in an odd way that she adored because it looked like a fish. She always tried to catch the fish.

Tears welled in your eyes, and you could feel it mingling with the salt water. For the briefest of moments, your sister glanced in your direction, her hair drifting in a small braid and her head tilted curiously. Hope filled you as you thought she noticed you, but then she shrugged and turned around to follow your mother. The shark swam closer, and you swore there was dark intent in its eyes. Beady eyes that were trained on your little sister. She was too innocent. Too small. She didn’t deserve to die. Not like this. She deserved to live a long life where she found someone to be happy with and had her own kids. Not to die by a stupid shark.

Where was your father? You looked around for him, he was never far, not while your sister was still so young, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was always there to protect you. To keep you and your siblings safe, no matter what, even if it hurt him. But he wasn’t there. One moment you were scanning for your father and then the next you were screaming, one filled with pure pain and shock, as the shark bit down on your sister's tail. Her voice was shrill as she shrieked, tiny body thrashing around in the shark's hold, but her attempts did nothing. With one solid bite, her tail was gone. Blood flooded the water around her.

Your mother rushed forward, grabbing at your sister who was crying, staring at her tail in shock and terror. It was bloodied, the end ruined and torn. The shark didn't waste a moment before surging forward again. You were forced to watch as it ate your sister, swallowing her small body whole. Shock prevented you from doing anything but stare as your mother sobbed, her body hunched over as she sunk to the floor of your home. You tried to call out to her, tell her to move before she met a similar fate. Even if it worked, the shark got to her first, biting her head off in one swift chomp.

And finally, you could move, and you surged forward, bolting through the water. Once it caught sight of you, for some reason the shark swam away, blood trailing out of its mouth. You cradled your mother in your arms, her neck spewing blood out and onto you, but you hardly cared.

That was all you saw before your vision went black.

A shriek died in your throat as you jolted upright in bed. Sweat beaded down your forehead as your hands fisted into the bed sheets and panic kept you locked in place. Your breathing was heavy as the images flashed in your mind, your sister with her tail bitten off and your mother's head following. They replayed over and over as you stared into the darkness. It was all you could see. Your body trembled violently. The sun slowly began to rise behind you, the light shimmering faintly through the window, but you couldn't focus on that.

Your sister. Her blood, flowing out into the water, red mingling with clear blue. Her little scream echoed sharpy throughout the sea. You would hear that sound forever. Then followed by your mother. Her head - her kind face that had looked at you with so much adoration, so much love and tender care - was just gone in the blink of an eye. You hardly noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, a constant flow, and the heaving of your chest as sobs racked your entire body.

"Y/N?" Agatha's groggy voice didn't even reach your ears as your knees came up to your chest. You rocked back and forth. All that you could process was your dream. They couldn't be dead, right? There was no way. It was just a dream.

A hand landed on your arm, and you flinched away, your back hitting the wall, and a feral hiss leaving you. For once, Agatha didn't berate you for it. Maybe it was the crazed look in your eyes and the sweat that dripped down your face. Or maybe the way your body shook as if there was an earthquake. Rio was standing behind Agatha who sat on the edge of your bed. You whimpered as the older woman scooched closer and you tried to move further back.

"Stay back!" you cried, hardly recognizing the woman in front of you. Your sister. A shark. Blood. Your mother. Agatha wasn't there. Rio wasn't there. They were out of the question. To you, they weren't even here. You were still underwater, stuck in place, blood everywhere. Your teeth slotted out and you hissed at Agatha once again, your mind clouded with distress.

Rio tapped Agatha's shoulder lightly before she sat close to you. Her movements were slow giving you time to react and she ignored your distressed sounds, noises of defense that were meant to keep her away. She only hushed you softly instead of leaving you alone like you wished. Curling her fingers around your shoulder, Rio tugged you close. For a moment, you struggled as she held you close to her chest, earthy scent flooding your nose.

For a brief moment, you struggled against her chest, your protests loud. She made that hushing noise again her hand stroking your hair softly and running down to your back. Slowly, your movements stilled, and cries quieted. Rio mimicked your rocking motion from before as she held you in her lap, her touch oddly comforting. And as time passed on all visions of your mother and sister's death faded into the back of your mind. They were still there, still present, but quieter now.

She shifted so that the two of you were leaning against the wall, and your legs bracketed Rio's waist and you buried your head into her neck. Her arms were wrapped around you, and you felt like a little seahorse, tail wrapped around its father's. And then Agatha started to hum softly, the tune lighter than you had ever associated with her. That, combined with Rio's fingers gently tangling through your hair and tracing down your spine, it lulled all the loud thoughts.

Once again, your vision went black, but this time you felt a bit more at peace.

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Fingers prodded around your scales, rubbing against them and pulling them back. You hissed every now and then, only stopping when Agatha glared at you from the corner, her eyes sharp and daring you to do it again. Each time you met her with a harsh look of your own. To which Agatha would only smirk and scoff a little as if you were a child. In turn Rio pushed down harder on your scales and drawing another annoyed sound out of you. It kept repeating.

You were laid out on her desk, tail dangling over the side, and the wood digging into your skin. Agatha had swiped everything off and placed you on the surface with a surprisingly gentle touch. Then she promptly demanded for you to turn into your "fish" form, and it took some threatening, followed by sweet praises, for you to do so. Turns out Rio wanted to examine your tail, a first, and it wasn't like you had any choice. Rio tapped on your scales once again, her nails scraping on the smooth surface.

For an odd reason, her touch warmed your scales which were normally cool to the touch. That was another thing you learned was that it was often warmer on the ship than in the ocean. The water down there was cold, freezing if you went deep enough, and you nearly hated the heat of the human land.

"Turn over," Rio's words weren't negotiable, even as much as you wanted to, and her hands turning you over only reinforced her command. Her nails dug into your waist, Agatha's shirt ridden up slightly on your skin, and she flipped you over. It was your cheeks turn to dig into the harsh wood and if your scales weren't there to protect you, then you were sure there would be splinters in there. Running her fingers down your spine, Rio stopped right above where scales met skin.

You shivered beneath her touch. Faintly, you heard Agatha getting up from her chair in the corner and her boots hitting the floor smoothly, but you were too focused on Rio as she trailed down. She hummed above you, her fingers pressing lightly. Your hand came to clamp over your lips to muffle an embarrassing sound when Rio's fingers reached your sensitive spot. Scales covered your reproductive system, only opened when given proper stimulation - it was part of the mating process. You could feel heat pool in the pit of your stomach and blood rush to your face.

A hand grasped your own, gently pulling it away, and you could feel the scales on your cheek turn an embarrassing shade of green. Agatha chuckled. She held your hand in her eyes, sapphire eyes shimmering with amusement as she took in the odd coloring that ran over your scales.

"Your scales change color?" she asked, almost perplexed, but also dripping delight, "Aww are you embarrassed?" Her tone was the embodiment of teasing, a single eyebrow raised in faux question.

Every light spotting of scales on your upper half was now tinted pale green, a common sign of embarrassment amongst siren folk. Your scales would change color to match strong emotions, a light pink being happiness, or deep blue being sorrow. Although the shades varied between each and everyone, the general concept was the same. And right now, you felt like something small, merely a toy to them, nothing of value, just something that they could play with. A subject.

You had half a mind to curl your teeth at Agatha and snarl, but you stopped yourself, well more like Rio stopped you. Her fingers pushed down right near your entrance. You could feel your scales loosening beneath her touch and her nails dug beneath them. Unwillingly, you whimpered slightly and Agatha's small smirk grew.

"Is someone sensitive there?" She cooed, her tone mocking. You hated it. You hated your body for reacting this way to Rio's touch. This type of reaction was meant to be reserved for your mate, not the pirates who had kidnapped you and forced you to be on this ship. Agatha gripped your chin, squeezing your mouth open, and her thumb brushed against your lower lip. Your fins twitched nervously. As much as you loathed to admit it, you enjoyed it.

Scales loosening further, slowly revealing your entrance, you could hear Rio let out a surprised gasp. The two pirates exchanged a look over your head and the one above you poked at your entrance. An obnoxiously loud noise escaped you, unable to seal your mouth shut with how tightly Agatha was gripping your chin.

Before Rio could dip her fingers any further in, the boat rocked harshly and there was a deafening sound that echoed. You squeaked and could feel your scales tighten just like your muscles locked up and tensed beneath the humans' touch. Agatha stood abruptly and you were grateful for her nails to be gone from your face. There was hardly a moment between the boom and now before Agatha and Rio were both rushing out the door.

The former turned around, fixing you with a stern look, "Stay here. Turn back into a human and stay that way until we come back, understand?"

You wanted to protest but there was no time before you heard the telltale click of the lock. Panic surged through you and you turned yourself around, sitting up on the desk. Your tail turned into legs, leaving your lower half bare, but you didn't care as you scrambled for the door. Frantically, your hands wrapped around the handle, but it didn't budge as you tugged. Footsteps pounded above deck, and you could hear frantic shouts and Billy's panicked voice above all of them. Agatha gave sharp orders, her voice recognizable even though you could hardly make it out, and Rio's soft steps that were just barely audible, the quietest of them all.

You couldn't stop the amounting worry in your stomach when you heard more people board the ship, not at all sounding friendly based on the harsh shouts. Heart beating loudly in your chest, you scrambled back into the corner of the room when you could tell someone was coming down the stairs. Covering your mouth in an attempt to hide your distressed breaths, you waited with increasing anxiety as doors were slammed open followed by thudding steps.

Somehow, you had half enough thought to grab Agatha's dagger from where it sat next to you. She had left it on her chair. The weapon shook in your grip as you kept yourself pressed into the corner, but it was better than nothing. Even if you didn't know how to use it properly. All you had seen was Rio twirling it between her fingers or Lillia preparing food with a knife or Billy using one occasionally or Agatha when she nicked your cheek to teach you a lesson. But you had never actually held one yourself.

The door handle jiggled, and your breath caught your throat. You hoped whoever it was would leave, think this room had nothing in it, but you didn't have such luck. Something hit the door, hard, and you jumped slightly. It happened again. And then once more before the door was kicked open, a man storming in. He had scruffy hair that ran over his face and covered his eyes, dark ones that locked onto you. Fright clouded any rational thought as he made his way over to you.

You scrambled to your feet, swinging the dagger around rather pathetically. It did nothing but make it easier for him. He grabbed your wrist as you tried to hit him, and you shrieked when he tugged you close. The knife clattered the floor and out of your grip. Thrashing around, you kicked your feet and tried to get out of his grip. It did nothing as his strong arms, muscles flexing against you, held you close and dragged you out of the room.

He seemed to get tired of dragging you because he swung you over his shoulder in a similar way to when Rio did it. And while you hated it the first time you hated it even more when it happened again. Your fists hit his back over and over and you were proud to hear him wince at least once. Still, he did not let go as he carried you out and above deck. Although you didn't know human customs very well, you could hear the distinct sound of fighting. Swords clashing and Billy's hurt cry that made your heart hurt. Rushed and garbled orders shouted over the heat of the fight.

You craned your neck to try and catch a glimpse and instead you caught Agatha's eye. Her blue eyes were flashing with anger, but once she saw you it changed to something almost like concern. Then you did something you never thought you would do. You cried to her for help.

"Agatha!" You thrust your hand out, reaching for her as if she could reach you from all the way across the ship. She blinked slowly for a moment, processing your words before slamming the blunt of her sword into her opponent’s stomach. She raced towards you, but it was no use. Most of the enemy pirates had retreated to cover the man carrying you, and they held your crew at bay while you were hauled onto the opposing ship. Frightened tears welled in your eyes and your struggles increased tenfold.

Rio looked ready to murder every single person who stood in her way, and she would have if not for the plank lifting and the ship begging to sail away. You heard Agatha shout orders for someone to get moving, but it was too late. This ship was smaller, faster, and was already zipping away. Despair and pure terror, unfiltered terror with no hope in sight, flooded your system as you watched Agatha's ship slowly disappear from view.

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[hello-gloomy]

Metal Bambi

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Megatron x Gen!Reader

Description: Seeing something crash into the woods by your house you go and check it out on a whim.

Warnings: Slight OOC. Death threat, alien bleeding. Alcohol mentioned at the end. You/Your pronouns no definitive description of reader.

A/N: Bro I didn't even put his name in till the end, also I like to think this takes place during a truce ( in the TFP universe ofc). Anyway enjoy my projection of my daydreams and let me know if u want a part two.

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Despite better judgment, you followed the large, silver, crashing object into the woods. Just for fun, you think to yourself for comfort. You take all your mechanic tools in the case as if it were a giant object in the sky. You were leaving your vehicle as you couldn't take it through the heavy terrain. Running across the forest floor and jumping through bushes, you follow the reoccurring crashing noises and shuffling. The nearer you were, the better you could make out a deep rumbling; it sounded like uttering. A very angry utter, rounding the final tree in your path, you found a robot as giant as the trees in the forest sitting down against one of the said trees. It looked injured, leaking a blue liquid covered in what looked like ash. Its silver plating seemed covered in scratches, and some looked dented. Glancing farther up, straining your neck, you glimpse at what you guess to be its Face. Its eyes are closed, and what you think are its arms are holding its chest. Getting closer to it, you climb over its legs and get closer to its chest. Examining the shrapnel sticking out its chest, you put on some thick gloves and position yourself to yank in harshly out. Before you make some motion, a voice stops you dead in your tracks; you quickly whip your head up to the noise.

" What do you think you're doing." It says in a low grumble. You blink at him and then remember that you need to respond lest it end your life before you can help.

"Taking this out.." You state as evenly as you can. He looks at you, processing your words while glaring at you the best he can, as he's in such a state of disarray. You wait a beat, hoping he doesn't swat you away and kill you from the sheer size of his hand. He lets out a deep hum and moves his arm to let you pull it out. Getting into position again, you steady your feet, mustering all the strength you can, and you pull with all your might. With one final tug, it flings out onto the ground with a resounding clang of metal. He lets out a deep sigh above you. Steadying yourself on one of his legs, you stand on the tips of your shoes and glance at the hole left by the metal spike. Some cords are broken and leaking that blue fluid that you saw earlier. Hopping down from his thigh, you lay your bag on the ground and take out some black electrical tape. Then climb back up his legs and reach into the hole to start patching up the loose cords the best you can, without even really knowing what he is, aside from the fact he is a giant bleeding, at least you think bleeding, robot.

" I don't think a bandaid is going to fix the giant hole in your chest, but...I uh stopped the bleeding..." Trying to lighten the mood, you trail off at the last bit awkwardly as he doesn't say anything nor laugh, so you peek up and see him staring at you, calmly breathing as he studies your Face.

"So, how'd you get beat up?" Your odds of obtaining an explanation from him appear slim.

"Predacons."

"Wow." That was a stupid response, though you didn't know how else to respond. He lets out another low hum at your reaction to his answer.

" Why are you helping me?" You don't have the answer to this intriguing question, so give him the next best thing.

"Because you're injured, " you declare with little confidence but straight-faced. He lets a huff out at your reaction. He moves his arm toward you, and his hand cups half of your body. He leans down slightly to convey his point in his following words.

" I could crush you in the palm of my servo." His eyes baring into your soul made your heart seize at his words.

" If you wanted to, you would have done it already." Spoken with Faux confidence and a slight tremble in your voice as you held his fierce gaze. You resume your work and finish patching him up the best you, as he started guiding you after his original threat.

"It'll heal on its own, " he says suddenly. You tilt your head, confused at his sudden words.

" The hole." He explains it to you in a few words, referencing your previous joke. You let out a quiet 'Oh' to him in understanding.

" If you want, you can follow me home; I can clean you up better there. And wash off most of that dirt, too." You offer to him while packing up most of the tools you had originally packed with you. He's staring at you again, and then he balances his arm against the tree he is lying on and moves to stand up. He looks down at you expectantly, and you take that as your queue to lead the way back out. The walk back is primarily quiet, aside from the crunching of leaves under your feet and the resounding thump of the robot's footsteps following you. Reaching the road again, you look at your car and then back to him. You move to say something, but he beats you by transforming into a tank.

" What the actual fuck." He scoffs and flashes his lights as a sign to start driving the way home. You get into your car, slightly exasperated at the situation that you found yourself in. Pulling up into the driveway, you park on the grass instead of in the large shed to move easier back and forth.

" Wait here real quick." You holler behind you at the mech while rushing inside for a tarp for him to sit, as your garage and shed are a bit undersized, and you'd rather not risk making him uncomfortable while injured. Running back out to him, tarp in hand, he turned back to his more humanoid form, standing with his arms crossed while looking at your home. You quickly lay it out on the ground for him with a slight 'Tah-Dah' for added effect and a wave of your hands. His Face remains the same, and he waits for a beat before shifting to sit on it.

" I would offer you some water, but I don't think you drink that, considering what was leaking out of you." You sway awkwardly, trying to converse with the giant before you.

"Energon." He states with no explanation. You give him a 'Uh-Huh' with a little nod, pretending to understand. You turn on the hose and blast him with warm water, getting all the built-up dirt and dried energon on him. Finally clean and shiny again, you notice hints of purple and red on his plating that you couldn't see before.

"You're pretty for an alien robot, you know." You say offhandedly while checking out the odd symbol on his chassis. He lets out a full laugh at your slight advance to him; it made you jump due to its unexpectedness.

"You're brave for your size."

"Thanks.." You return with a grimace.

"What's your name, organic?" He asks seriously

"Y/n. And you?"

"Megatron." He holds out a single digit to you, and you wrap your little hand around it in response, giving a little shake for good measure.

"I won't forget your bravery today." He gets up off his knee and stands at his full height. Turning his back to you, he walks a little ways away from you, giving you one final glance before turning into a ship and flying off.

"I need a drink." You kick the hose and head inside.

[kabr0ztrousers]

ngl kinda just need oviposition with ftm reader. thats all LMAO

An FtM reader? A little tricky seeing I don't have any lived experience in that field, but this series was about pushing myself in new creative directions, so let's see what happens!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 35: Interdiction

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: oviposition; noncon; brainwashing; weird science; loss of property; alien abduction; kidnap; forced impregnation; inflation; egg inflation

A/N: Another sci-fi story because I did a feral egging scene recently, and while that's pretty hot variety really is the spice of life. I'm also couching this one in the world of Elite, so that's fun.

Still taking the time to remind you all that requests are free and open, I have a bit of a backlog after yesterday to work through but if you ask for something, it'll probably happen!

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Exit Frameshift in three, two, one...

Bang. You pulled hard on the stick, steering away from the star and zeroing the throttle. The reality of supercruise means you're still moving at about 30 klicks a second, but that's as close to stationary when considering distances measured in light-seconds. You steered to your next jump vector and rose from your flight seat. Not best practice, your engine emissions a beacon across the whole system, but you're well past the pirate belt in uncharted space. The only contacts you'll see out here are either enterprising extreme-range miners or the desperate pirates preying on them, even they're vanishingly rare.

Space is big. Really big. Even a star system is small in comparison. There's a good chance nobody's ever been here before.

The thought comforted you as you rehydrated some food and applied your hormones. You thought back to home: a dump of a refinery station in the middle of Alliance space. You'd watch the spacers in the huge type-9 haulers bring in kilotons of ore at a time. You'd tried flying freight. The money's good, and there's no passengers to annoy you, but the trade routes were samey and the pirates were always hungry for a mark. You did exactly as much as you needed to kit out your Diamondback and set off for Beagle Point. They say reaching the end of everything changes you. You needed to see for yourself.

You never made it there.

Halfway through your tray of food-flavoured protein paste your instrument panel lit up. Something was flying hard up your tailpipe, probably not friendly.

You hit the leather of the flight chair and gunned the throttle, wrestling the interdiction beam threatening to pull you out of supercruise. You were moving too slow, and the other ship had the headstart on you. Lights dimmed and smoke rose from your console as your FSD struggled to dump heat into the rest of the ship. You'd lost main power, battery backups kicked in to maintain air as you craned to see what had caught you.

You couldn't see the ship so much as see where it blotted out stars. A great dark silhouette threatening to crush you in its absence of form.

A great maw opened on the surface of the object, drawing nearer to you. Your docking computer flared to life and started calculating vectors, bringing you in to land even as you struggled to disengage it. The whole ship jolted as you touched down, almost throwing you from your seat.

You grabbed a pulse rifle and flipped your table, it wasn't much cover, but it'd have to do.

Splintering glass. You flew backwards in a rush of wind as the cockpit depressurised, the emergency helmet in your flight suit deploying around your head, just before something hit you, and you lost consciousness.

You awoke connected to monitors, a tube sticking down your throat. Two large reptilian... men? were talking. You assume they were talking, and assume they were men. They were heavily built, upright, bipedal, and wore long white gowns, the purplish light in the room casting them in faint lavender.

They looked at you. One clipped a smooth piece of metal to the side of its face

"Greetings, you have been captured" The alien's voice was strangely familiar.

It was the voice from the Galnet broadcasts

"Where am I? What have you done with my ship? You tried to pull the tube from your mouth, but your hands were restrained to the slab you were lay on.

"Your vessel has been disassembled for study. Your technology and biology has been categorised."

Your heart broke. That ship was your pride and joy, you knew every inch of it, and now it's gone. You slumped back, staring up at the ceiling as the newsreader voice continued.

"We have identified that your biology is acceptable to host our eggs. This is the reason you have been revived. Implantation has a greater success rate when the subject is not anaesthetised"

You jolted up. Eggs? The fuck?

The lizards approached you. You could see now their robes were open at the front revealing their bodies. They were each holding scissors.

They cut you out of your clothes. First opening the reinforced kevlar of your flight suit as though it was tissue paper, then snipping through your binder and boxers revealing your naked, hairy body.

One placed a metal disk on your midriff, where you felt it stick. They pressed a button on a control pad and electricity started pulsing through you. Your hair stood on end as your nipples hardened and your cunt moistened, your bulbous clit standing erect. The lizards looked at one another, and their hands fell upon you. Two fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag as the other set to work on your pussy. Both ends of you were being worked, forced to produce fluids and lubricate you for what was to come. The throat slime rising in your mouth and the insistent fingertips on your slit. The one at your pussy grabbed your clit between two fingers and started jerking it, rubbing the hood over your tdick.

Your struggling against your bonds turned to writhing in pleasure, bucking your hips against the lizard's hand. Its fingers pushed inside you and started pumping, his other hand still jacking you off. You couldn't resist sucking on the fingers in your mouth as your orgasm washed over you, moaning around the hand in your mouth and squirting thin fluid from your cunt at the alien servicing you. The hands released you. You held your mouth open and presented your cunt to them, eager for more.

You could see cocks emerging from the slots on their crotches, dripping fluid and pulsing.

They fell upon you. In a flash your cunt was filled, your clit grinding against the rough scales on the lizard's belly. The other lizard followed suit, burying himself in your throat. His precum was sour and slimy, easily lubricating him as he pounded into your mouth and throat. The tube seemed to be to breathe through, otherwise you'd definitely pass out on the rod forcing its way down.

You could feel another orgasm pressing against you, making your cunt clench against the cock inside you as the lizard's thrusting rubbed your clit. The device on your belly pulsed harder and you heard both of the reptiles grunt in anticipation. They could clearly feel it too, fucking your holes even harder and filling you with that slimy pre. The pulses made you ache. You kept humping against the cock in your cunt, tongue sticking out to lick at the one in your throat even as it ravaged you. One of them grabbed your tits, rubbing your erect nipples and pushing you over the edge.

Your body twisted as you clenched and squirted all over the one in your pussy. Your eyes defocused and crossed. Both lizards hilted in you at once, the lewd sounds you kept making clearly pushing them over the edge.

The bases of their cocks expanded, locking them in. One pushed against the entrance of your womb, the other halfway down your throat. They started to throb and pulse, twitching as the lizards groaned. You felt thick cum flood you before solid objects started moving down them. One after another, eggs pushed into you, bulging your belly and pressing up against one another.

Your skin stretched until the metal device popped off you. The cloud of desire lifted from you and you tried to scream, wheezing down the tube leading into your airway until one of the aliens grabbed it and pressed it against your ass.

You almost orgasmed again when it started back up, each egg driving a wave of excitement and arousal through your body as they flowed into your womb and your stomach.

You were bulging and round when they pulled out, gravid and pregnant with dozens and dozens of eggs. The one at your pussy slapped your ass when he pulled out, the sudden shock sending another firecracker-orgasm through you, making you whimper and twitch, unable to move for the volume of eggs in you

The lizards left the room, and you felt numbness flow through you again, surrendering yourself to drugged sleep

You never did reach Beagle Point

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I feel like I was able to keep the Elite technobabble to a minimum here, most of the terms are pretty self-explanatory and no worse than Trek can be

Either way, my research has shown that if I remind you at the top and bottom of an episode to send an ask if you have a request, I get traction. So please, if there's something you want me to try out, revisit, reimagine, or you just want to send a dirty picture, my asks and DMs are open and I'm always hungry for ideas!

[mxtxfanatic]

Everyday Means Everyday, or the Forever Honeymoon

If you're like me, you probably ended your read of mdzs going, "damn, I'm glad wangxian got to ride off into the sunset and I hope nobody dares to bother them ever again." Luckily for us, mxtx obviously agreed and set us up with a multitude of extras focusing solely on wangxian's blissful marriage. On the last day of celebrating the great Hanguang-jun's love for his (deservedly) spoiled husband, here's some scenes of excellently fluffy pampering of the fearsome Yiling Patriarch:

Wei WuXian immediately added, “Fine, I know. No walking too fast, no speaking too loud, no this, no that, am I right? Don’t worry. Now that I’m back with you, I’ll definitely be as careful as possible to not violate any of the sect rules on your Wall. As careful as possible.” Lan WangJi didn’t even think about it, “It is fine. Even if you violate them...” Wei WuXian keenly picked up, “Hm?” Lan WangJi seemed as if he finally realized that what he said wasn’t too appropriate. He turned his head to the side for a moment before turning back, his face serious, “... Nothing.”

...

Wei WuXian gloated, “With what you said, if you began to practice your arm strength ever since so young, you can do absolutely anything upside-down, can’t you?” Lan WangJi, “Mn.” Seeing his eyelids droop, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed, Wei WuXian grew even bolder in his words, “You can even do me upside-down?” Lan WangJi, “I can try.” Wei WuXian, “Hahahahahaha... What did you say?” Lan WangJi, “I can try tonight.” Wei WuXian, “...”

—Chapt. 114: Banquet Extra, exr

However, just as he was about to brave up and down the entire bowl of the weird medicinal soup all in one gulp, he suddenly realized that the bowl in front of him was already empty. Wei WuXian, “???” He couldn’t help but picked up the delicate little bowl, thinking, I did just drink one tiny sip, didn’t I? Is there a hole on the bottom and everything leaked out? But the table was spick and span, without a single trace of soup. Wei WuXian looked to the side. At the same time, Lan WangJi had his last sip of the soup as though nothing happened. After he closed the porcelain lid, he looked down, and was currently using a snowy handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth. But Wei WuXian clearly remembered that Lan WangJi had long since finished his bowl. He also discovered that Lan WangJi’s table seemed to be a lot nearer to his than before the banquet started. It was like it’d been shifted stealthily. Wei WuXian, “...”

...

After a disciple brought over the warm water used for bathing, Lan WangJi, who’d long since dressed himself, peeled the stark-naked Wei WuXian out of the thin blanket and carried him into the wooden tub. Somehow, Wei WuXian could continue to sleep even as he was steeped in water. Lan WangJi pushed him gently, and he’d catch Lan WangJi’s hand, kissing it both on its palm and its back, rubbing it on his cheek before he went back to sleep. When the pushing really began to annoy him, he’d whine a couple of times and pull Lan WangJi down, eyes still shut, cupping Lan WangJi’s face as he kissed a few more times, murmuring, “Good boy, stop messing with me. Pretty please? I’ll get up in just a bit. Yeah.” And with a yawn, he’d fall back asleep, clinging to the edge of the tub. Although he knew, even if the room burned down, Wei WuXian would probably find some other place and sleep, Lan WangJi still persevered in waking him up starting at five, then endure dozens of pecks expressionlessly. He brought breakfast to the Jingshi and laid it on the desk that in the past only held ink, paper, and brush, then fished the dead-asleep Wei WuXian out of the tub to wipe him clean, dress him, and tie his sashes. Only then did Lan WangJi finally take a book from the shelves and flip open to the page with the dried flower bookmark, sitting by the desk and slowly beginning to read.

—Chapt. 115: Banquet Extra, exr

Wei WuXian wanted to continue playing dead, but it seemed as if Lan WangJi opened the lid of something as a strong savor of spice overwhelmed the cold sandalwood that originally perfused the Jingshi. At once, Wei WuXian got up from the ground with a roll, “Er-gege! I’ll do everything you say for the rest of my life!” Expressionless, Lan WangJi took out the dishes from within the box and laid them on the desk. Wei WuXian gravitated towards him. The sight of the red color atop the half-a-dozen white plates made him so joyous that his eyes glowed red, “You’re too kind, HanGuang-Jun, it’s so thoughtful of you to go out of your way and bring back food for me. You can order me around no matter what you do from now on.”

—Chapt. 116: Banquet Extra, exr

As [Lan Wangji] watched Wei WuXian cling to the edge of the tub, reading the notes carefully and at times propping an elbow on the desk to write, the candlelight reflected against Lan WangJi’s eyes seemed to flicker with warmth. Although his words were rather bold, claiming he could go two more rounds and such, it was difficult for him to not feel the fatigue, having run amok in the mountains with the boys for the whole day, messed around in bed for half the night, and marked a stack of notes. After he forced himself to meticulously mark his portion, he tossed it onto the desk before sliding into the water. Quickly yet gently, Lan WangJi picked him up, wiped him dry, and transferred him onto the bed.

...

Oh, right. HanGuang-Jun, I’m out of money. Give me a bit more, won’t you?” Lan WangJi, “Simply take the jade token to withdraw the money.”

...

Wei WuXian, “... I told you to stop talking... Even if you say just one word, I won’t be able to hold myself from responding... Okay, Lan Zhan, let’s sleep. I... can’t anymore... I really have to sleep... See you tomorrow, Lan Zhan...” He kissed Lan Zhan’s neck, and indeed soon fell heavily asleep. It was all darkness and silence amidst the Jingshi. A moment later, Lan WangJi planted a gentle kiss in the center of Wei WuXian’s forehead. He whispered, “Wei Ying, see you tomorrow.”

—Chapt. 120: From Dawn to Dusk Extra, exr

[Lan Wangji] walked beside Wei WuXian, “Which one do you want?” Nothing of high quality would be sold at the small, street- side businesses. They were mostly filled with little objects that were adequately put together and looked decent from afar. The porcelain turtle that Wei WuXian got was already the best looking one out of the bunch. Wei WuXian looked around the scene. The more he looked, the more he felt that every one of them was ugly and that he didn’t want any of them, finding the decision difficult. Suddenly, he saw a stuffed donkey that was extremely ugly, so ugly that one wouldn’t even be able to ignore it when glancing across. He beamed, “That one’s good. It looks like Lil’ Apple. There, there—get that one.” Lan WangJi nodded. He stood four yards further than Wei WuXian and turned around as well. The hoop landed on it perfectly. The crowd cheered and clapped. Lan Wangji turned around to look at Wei WuXian who leaped inside with laughter and seized the donkey, carrying it under his armpit as he clapped the loudest, “Again, again!”

—Chapt. 126: Yunmeng Extra, exr

[livin4woso]

Chapter 1- breaking the media

You knew that clubs would be interested in you but definitely not this one. You were 16 and playing for arsenal after transferring there when you were 13. You started your career off at sunderland your home club with the aspirations to be like the many legends from sunderland including beth mead, lucy bronze, Jordan nobbs there were plenty to idolise so when arsenal had offered you a place on the u16s at 13 you couldn't resist. Your parents had very little care for the fact such a large club was interested with you and had no intention to move from the north east to london so therefore sent you to a foster home for your time at arsenal. The people who you had lived with were amazing and at some points you believed they were better than your own biological parents who gave no interest in your career and no care for you in general.

Your time at arsenal was amazing you were flying through the age groups and here you landed on the first team of arsenal. Now maybe this was due to the plenty of injuries of the backline and of laura the right back which just so happened to be where you played on the pitch that lead you to your debut but you were estatic to say the least. You only played half the game but didn't mean that you couldn't leave your mark on the pitch you had executed the perfect slide tackle on lauren hemp swiftly removing the ball from her feet as she edged nearer to the box.

That tackle had left jonas an impression and many other teams beyond the wsl. You began to make more frequent appearances on the team but only as a sub but still each time you stepped on the pitch the media was all over you the next star girl who was gonna be the big thing. All the titles and names should have put pressure on you to do better yet it never did infact it was motivation to carry on. Summer had arrived the end of the season meant big transfers arsenal had missed out on winning the title race yet you were the most popular conversation topic of where will you move next or if you would stay at arsenal. Now the conversation was relentless everysingle club had wanted a piece of you and for good money from what you had heard but it was ultimately your decision and a little bit of arsenals choice after they had turned down bids from Manchester city and Chelsea early in the transfer window.

Of course you wanted to stay at arsenal, you thrived there your idols were there you grew up admiring leah williamson, beth mead and vivianne miedema, you had a few offers on the table that your agent had given to you yet none of them beat arsenal or had come close to the same pay check but that wasn't the reason you were staying it was more of the bragging rights to say you were friends them even though you were like the adopted child of arsenal many complained that your presence was aging them but it was only for jokes they loved you really. Then the call came at 11.40pm just as you were about to crawl in bed after a long day of pre season grind as unlike the other girls you couldn't go on holiday and get drunk on a beach you were 16 you couldn't even legally drink but that didnt stop you. You were exhausted as sleep weighed on your eyelids then the phone rang.

"Barcelona are interested in you" your agent said to you. "WHAT, YOU'RE JOKING" you shouted almost waking up everyone in your house. "Yes but if you want to go you need to have an answer by tomorrow, the contract is a multi year so it will be constantly updated each year..." your agent began to ramble on about the terms of the contract "yes" you splutter out interrupting his long speech "yes what?" He asked back almost fed up of your frantic behaviour "yes, i want to go its the only club i would leave arsenal for and im not gonna get another chance like this" you said firmly there was no hesitation behind your words "right then we will final up the deal with arsenal and Barcelona and we will figure out an appropriate wage" he said almost scoffing at that last comment and going back to his professional terms (ramble) which meant nothing to you.

Once he hung up the phone you lay in bed in the darkness when reality hit you "omg im going to play at Barcelona" you said to yourself "OMG IM GOING TO PLAY AT BARCELONA" you repeated to yourself this time shouting almost squealing in fact. You couldn't believe it was happening, and you drifted off waiting for the deal to finalise it. It was going to be a long process of negotiation, but it was on you were willing to wait out for .Soon the red and white iconic kit would change to a blue and purple equally as iconic kit and you had a chance to write a legacy one which you knew would catch the medias attention, maybe even break it.

[drluvsick]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

giyu and water lilies have much in common; ft. self conscious giyu! 📝 gn! reader. little hurt to comfort, mostly fluff. didn’t proofread, umm didn’t like the execution for this… for the vitamin u event!

word count : 800+

𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘎 (𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘋 𝘜𝘗) — 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌

water lilies are known to symbolize many things. they can also be associated with the person you love most in so many aspects.

resurrection. water lilies shut themselves at night only to open up again in the morning, and some people believe in the symbolism of resurrection because of the flowers emerging from the murky waters of their home into the light of the rays of the sun.

it reminds you of your closest friend, giyu, in the way that he had happiness before—the innocence of being a child, so distant from any bad thing that could affect his reality only to be crushed completely at the death of his best friend. that happiness, though never in its old form, came back when he met you, resurrected from within after so many years of denying it. his happiness, in a way, had resurrected. different, but the same warm feeling nonetheless.

“…you spend so much time with me.”

you pick at another weak flower, putting its petals precariously in his hair. you save the stronger flowers as a whole to put securely on top of his head. giyu holds his own water lily, red in color. he doesn’t do anything with it, though. he just holds it in his hands, resting them on his thighs.

“is that a bad thing?” you question.

“not necessarily,” he responds, “i just think you could spend your days doing something more… productive…than spending time with me of all people.”

“what brought this on?” you glance at him, seeing his eyes staring at the water, the flower, anywhere but you. he was beautiful.

beauty. there’s something about the way those flowers rest in the places they live; simply floating on pond surfaces with their petals stuck together like a living community living near other groups of communities, with their multiple colors characterized as different symbolisms and the calmness they seem to exude.

giyu’s pretty, handsome—any praiseworthy words complimenting his looks. but it’s not all about that, is it? his personality’s certainly unique than that of his fellow comrades. albeit rather stuck in the past, he’s quite the worrywart for people he cares about, even if at first he can be a bit mean and forlorn (although, before you’d met him, the “forlorn” part could’ve been pretty accurate…). he’s kind, gentle, and calm—beauty rarely found outside and inside a person, even if he can rarely notice it himself.

“someone told me to stop wasting your time. i’m beginning to think they’re right,” giyu places the flower in his hands into the water, watching as the wind carries it away from him as petals fly from his hair to the surface in tow.

“who told you that?” you ask, surprised at the disinterested look on his face. you expected much, but after all this time… maybe you’d hoped that he’d be a little more interested in wanting your interactions to not end.

“it doesn’t mat—”

“giyu.”

he stays silent for a hot few seconds before admitting, his eyes semi-closing as he opens his mouth a few times before managing to speak. “it…it was just a feeling. mixed with some comments i’ve heard from the other hashiras.”

you don’t push on the matter of who said what further, instead opting to be nearer on the matter of keeping his hopes alive that you want to be with him.

“do you want our meetings to stop?”

he sighs. “…no. of course not.” you both watch as the red water lily from before bumps into him, his hands reluctantly reaching to lift it up again.

“that’s good,” you exhale in relief, “then i’m free to continue spending time with you—not wasting it, there’s a difference—without anyone stopping me.”

your conclusion made him think that what he’d just proposed was silly. you both sat for a few minutes in silence, you looking for something as giyu sat staring at the water lily in his palms.

he snapped out of his trance when he felt you put a flower on his head, hearing you softly laugh as you tucked and moved his hair this way and that to hold it in place.

“…i love you.” he murmured.

enlightenment.

you froze once you processed those words, giyu wincing and his eyes widening once he registered what he’d uttered.

it can mean understanding. whether that be understanding the many meanings and symbolisms from one of july’s flowers to understanding the people around you.

you slowly smiled, moving your hands from the delicate flower to his shoulders, kneeling in order to hug him and whisper, “i love you too,” to him.

it reminds you of giyu in the way that you spent awhile to recognize his pains of what had happened to him and how those horrors had trailed and haunted him to his adulthood. how you deciphered his emotions through his stoic shield of protection. how you took the time to really understand him, to get to this point.

he carefully guided your head to face him, his lips ineptly finding yours as you helped him through the process, the red water lily set next to him as he embraced you fully.

red water lilies symbolize pure love. it’s just another reason why these particular flowers remind you so much of the person you loved most.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[slippinninque]

Hi👋🏽 This is my first time ever putting in a fic request. I’m not sure if you take requests and I didn’t see anything on your blog so please feel free to ignore this. I was wondering what Fontaine would do if he saw his girl working so hard to balance school and work that she wasn’t taking care of herself like she should or not spending as much time with him?

💆🏾‍♀️TLC

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: none, some cursing, mainly fluff. Mentions of feeling overworked and overwhelmed, before-work-post (may have some mistakes lol)

"It was tonight, wasn't it?"

You were standing in the middle of the living room, in the middle of wakefulness and the fugue that has been stubbornly following you for the past three weeks.

He saw you stare out into space as you tried to regain your thoughts. Fontaine froze when you turned wet eyes to him, the rest of your face fixed into flat mask.

Still wearing your hoodie and jeans, your cheek held the imprint of one of your text books. He normally would protest you bringing books to bed but with how thin you were already stretched so thin...

"I missed date night," your voice cracked and your hands came up to your face, "We would have been back by now...I...I really missed it...."

Fontaine was up brought you close and closed his eyes against the feel of your trembling. He gently pried your hands away from your face, seeing how your fingers began to curl into claws nearer your hair.

Fontaine hugged you tight, "Hey, hey, you're good."

Your wide eyes met his but Fontaine knew you were only seeing your thoughts plastered across his face. All the things that demanded your attention, the projects and papers and team meetings and recruiting.

He said nothing as he brought your head to his shoulder. Fontaine didn't want think too much about how you sagged against him. You felt, like a rag doll with weighted feet.

"It wasn't you, baby. You've had a lot on your plate, I didn't feel right waking you up." He admitted, "I thought maybe we could have date night at the crib this time. "

You made a quiet, hurt noise and nuzzled closer, "I'm so sorry..."

"Ah, ain't nothing be sorry fo'. I already ordered some grub, it's gonna be dinner in bed tonight. A'ight?"

"I'm sorry...."

Fontaine hushed you and wished he had more to say. Wish he could erase the nerves he could feel prickling along your skin. There was nothing he could say to you. Not right now, at least.

"The only thing I want you to be is getting in that tub for me." He cupped your face, "Bath is already made. Then we'll take it from there, okay?"

"No, that's too much." You tried to shake him off but Fontaine kept hold, "Date night is supposed to be special for the both of us--

Fontaine spoke over you just a bit, "Hush! You want--"

"Don't you hush me--!"

"-- You wanna to make it up to me?"

You nodded at once. Fontaine nodded back before he stepped back and took your hands in his. He took in the worried bend of your brow, the way you chewed and picked at at the healing spots on your bottom lip.

"I've been waiting on your ass to crash for 'bout two weeks now--ain't plotting on your downfall...just worried."

Fontaine's tone robbed you of your fight. You nodded and sniffled, the knot in your throat loosening. He was right. You couldn't keep going on like this, you were only going to get sloppier.

"Okay, good, c'mon and let me get my hands on you a little bit and you can curse at me later for hushing. Yeah?"

Fontaine tugged gently and you went after him feeling like the worse girlfriend in the world.

-----

When you finally felt like you could stand being in your skin. You washed yourself and did so again, mind humming on low as the water steamed and soothed you. There were mountains of bubbles and you could smell the lavender scented candle from its perch in the dreamy fog of the bathroom.

It was strange to feel so wrung out so soon. With the holiday season swiftly approaching, you were tied on both ends. Midterms papers and collaborations clashing with the growing seasonal demand at your Granny's catering business.

While you weren't charge of the magic of making the food you made sure the 'magicians' had their wands and their doves. Grocery orders, appliance repairs, and even down to scheduling for tastings and deliveries.

You made sure that all the elders had to focus on was doing what they loved and being as much of a mediator between them and youngin's of the staff as you could.

It was a good thing to see your grandmother be so invigorated by the rush but she ran a tight ship that felt more like a sardine can lately with all the passive aggressive wars that often came with family businesses.

You cut that thought off before it could take root. That would always be there. Instead you turned your thoughts on the man who still managed to surprise you.

Fontaine waited up for you when you stayed behind for next-day prep. He met you at the front door with a blunt rolled and the shower steaming. He rubbed your aching feet as you pounded out a essay analysis.

Fontaine, bless his heart, has been nothing but supportive. Also rightfully worried, of you had to be honest.

How could you have forgotten the one night in the week that mattered most? That's what sent you over the edge at the end of it all. Not the 11:59 deadlines and collapsing cake towers--the fact you forgot about your man.

As of drawn by the sound of your spiraling thoughts, Fontaine knocked a little on the door before you saw his free forms peek in.

"I got you all set if you're ready, baby." He came in a bit further as if he hadn't already seen your all, "If you're ready, that is?"

The water sloshed as you rose instead of answering. Fontaine came fully into the bathroom with a towel stretched and waiting for you.

"Bring yo' lil self here."

The towel wrapped you up and you were delighted to feel it was fresh from the dryer. Fontaine hummed knowingly and rocked you a bit before pulling back to dry you off in earnest.

It felt silly at first, you wanted to grab the towel and insist that you had it but....it felt nice to be out of control for once.

You were then led to the bedroom instead of the living room. There you found your nest ready and waiting. There was no textbooks or notebooks to be found, or pens to be stuck by. Only one of Fontaine's hoodies and your well-loved sleeping shorts.

A single touch made you gasp in delight, Fontaine must have tossed everything into the dryer while you were soaking.

Once you were dressed, Fontaine patted your bottom and peeled the covers back. You dove between the covers and was immediately enveloped by lilac and fresh-linen scent.

"Stay put for me and let me go get some shit together, 'kay?"

" 'kay..."

Fontaine smiled at the sound of your crunchy, sniffly voice, "That's it. Find us something good to watch. Imma be back ."

He saw right through you. Though you knew he would be only a few paces away, somewhere in the house, it still felt too far at the moment. His reassurance that he'd come back had you melting into the blankets.

By the time you settled on Antique's Roadshow, Fontaine returns balancing two styrofoam containers, cups, and a 2 liter of your favorite Faygo.

The logo on the bag with the condiments let you know he ordered from the Mediterranean spot you've been hankering for. This man could have very well unlocked mind reading in hopes of getting you to take care....

You made room for him to settle beside you but Fontaine slid in and was nearly behind you. Emotion locked your throat as you watched Fontaine settle in.

"Thank you, Fontaine. For all of this."

Fontaine took the remote and lowered the volume when the nice lady from Vegas whooped about a found white gold watch.

"You're buried, right now. Gettin' pulled in all sorts of directions. I would have seen it by now had you not told me to be ready for it. That's something we've talked about happening when you started going back to school. What we also talked about is showing up. Remember that?"

It was one evening on the back porch days ago. You were frustrated with your progress with things. Of school, of family, of life. In feeling over overwhelmed by things to do, you strangely end up feel like you aren't doing much.

Fontaine looked into your wary eyes, "We've been making it work. We make time when we can. I let you sleep in because, baby, you needed it."

"You need me too. I need you...I have to be more-more mindful. You're what really matters to me. I should do more..."

Fontaine shook his head and took your hand again, looking at where you fingers laced quickly with his before putting them both against his chest.

"What you said to me when I asked? 'Showing up is doing something. Anything you can.' That goes both ways. Understand?"

You took in the earnest look on his face and couldn't resist kissing it. You probably tasted like stale gum but Fontaine surged forward all the same.

"Mhn, nope--no..." Fontaine pulled back and narrowed an eye at you, "Behave, missy. Food first--something that ain't no damn trail mix or whatever you be snacking on..."

Before you opened your tray, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Can you help me do something first?"

Fontaine was reaching over to pull one of your bonnets out of the nightstand as he answered, "Of course, baby. What do you need?"

"Moral support...."

Fontaine held you as you typed out an email to your professor and your cousin.

First asking for a two-day extension to polish and submit your paper. To your cousin, you apologized but insisted you needed the rest of the week off to get some rest and refocus yourself.

Though you doubted you would take the whole week, Fontaine correct to point out that a little wiggle room couldn't hurt just in case you did need it.

While you were going to have your phone on, all that they would need to get through the week would be ready for pick up and payment.

Before your stomach could sour after you hit send, your phone vibrated where it still was in your hand.

[Girl, fuck these oldies! Get some sleep and let them learn a lesson without you for once! 💜💕💞]

Your eyes welled as the pressure in your stomach eased away. Fontaine saw the way your shoulders sagged and took the hand still holding your phone, kissing the laxing knuckles.

"See? Handled that shit like a fuckin' boss." His other hand went behind your head, strong fingers massaging the base of your neck much to your pleasure.

You released an exhale as your eyes slipped close, unaware of the shadow of a smile on your face.

Fontaine shifted closer to get both hands on you, going for your temples and the knot of thoughts at the base of your skull as he murmured, "Mm. That's sexy as hell--do it again."

"Hm? What, breathe?"

Fontaine purred when you gave a more exaggerated puff of air and a laugh danced a laugh out of you. Between Fontaine's attention and the soft comforts surrounding you, it felt like you were going to be fine.

Fontaine's voice was at you ear, "That feel good? You like when I rub your big, pretty brain like this? Hm?"

Of course you did and of course he already knew. The tension in your neck was no match for the most dexterous fingers in all the Glenn.

"Hmm...dunno. I may need a few more minutes to decide for sure."

"You ain't got to tell me twice, let me get up in that kitchen..."

Luckily for you Fontaine didn't ease up at all. Careful of your dinner, he pulled until you were back to chest and set to work massaging your neck and temples.

All you could feel was his warmness, the give of your bed. All you could hear was the soft shift of styrofoam and an explanation of the popularity of faux gold in the 70's from the TV.

All you could think of, blissfully, was how much you wished you had the HP to jump 'Taine's bones...

Your stomach growled loudly and indignantly. Fontaine chuckled when you shushed it and brought his retreating hands back to your scalp.

"A little while longer and then I want to see you go through at least half that plate." Fontaine pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before popping your bonnet over your hair

"Then I'll rub you however much you'd like..."

With a little chirp of agreement, you flopped back against your man and let him do what he did best.

Take care of you.

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[twiceinadream]

“Santa baby.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Fem! S/O finds a slutty Santa outfit and surprises Mina with it.

a/u: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I apologize for being gone for so long, life has been really busy and to be honest I have had the worst writer’s block for months. I really struggled to finish this one but I wanted to push through and deliver my annual Mina Christmas post. I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you so much for all the love and support.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The soft glow of the Christmas lights you and Mina had set up around the apartment left it feeling even more homey than usual and the slightly too tall tree you and Mina had bought on a whim was set up in the corner of the living room. Filled with ornaments the two of you had collected from various trips and from all the different countries Mina had visited while on tour. A plethora of presents decorated the bottom of the tree and soft music played from the surround system as your girlfriend sat blindfolded on the couch.

Ever the patient woman, Myoui Mina sat perfectly still where you had left her a little over five minutes ago, promising her an early Christmas surprise. You had to shake off your nerves as you emerged from your guy’s bedroom, dressed in a very skimpy Santa outfit you had seen while Christmas shopping earlier that month and bought it on a whim with the intent of surprising your girlfriend with it for Christmas.

So you finally worked up the nerve to finally put it on and show her. It was a particularly short red dress, with faux white fur on the border, a small black belt and buckle around your midsection, and a little bow nestled between your breasts. As a finishing touch you added a Santa hat that now sat atop your head, “Okay, you can take your blindfold off baby.”

Mina hesitated for a second before reaching up and removing the eye mask you had forced her to wear. She blinked for a second as her eyes readjusted to the low light before her jaw fell slightly ajar and her pupils dilated, “Wow.”

The statement was simple but the appreciation in the Japanese woman’s eyes was unmistakable as you felt your body flush with heat, “What do you think, baby?”

Mina smirked as she beckoned you forward, her hand finding its way up your thigh, “I’d say you just put yourself on the naughty list, Y/N-Chan. The very very naughty list.”

You gulped as your girlfriend gave you “the look”. As you lowered yourself to your knees between her parted thighs, “What are you going to do to me, mistress?”

“Let’s see.” Mina hummed as she looked up in thought, “Oh I know, why don’t you get on my lap and tell me. Tell me what you wish for Santa baby.”

You rose slowly from the floor as you positioned yourself over one of Mina’s thighs, straddling it but not lowering yourself. You knew better than to do anything without her permission, “May I sit, mistress?”

“Yes.” You bit your lip as you held back a small gasp as a delicious pressure greeted your clit as you settled atop your girlfriend’s knee. Mina hummed in approval, “So, tell me Y/N-Chan, what do you wish for this Christmas? Oh, and move.”

You let out a breath as you began to grind, “I wish for…” Mina raised her thigh so it pressed harder into your cunt making you stop to regain your focus as you felt your wetness seeping into the flimsy thong you had worn beneath the dress, “for whatever pl…pleases you, mi..mistress.”

The Japanese woman stayed silent for a few moments more as you continued to grind, her thigh becoming slicker as your breaths grew labored. “Good answer, keep going.”

You nodded more focused on your pleasure than your mistress’s words as you felt your peak drawing nearer. But Mina did not appreciate your lack of response, “You’re being naughty, stop.” But you weren’t listening as you continued grinding, moans slipping past your lips as you were a hair away from cumming.

However, you never reached the blissful end you were expecting as Mina took hold of your hips and pushed you off her thigh. Causing you to stumble back onto the floor as a very unsatisfying orgasm ripped through you, your inner walls clenched around nothing as the ruined orgasm finally passed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked up to meet the disappointed gaze of your mistress.

Mina tsked as she stood up from her spot on the couch, “And here I thought you were a good girl this year, Y/N-ah. But I guess not. Do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby?”

You felt a small tremble of pleasure and fear race up your spine as you nodded slowly, “Th..they get pu…punished.”

That brought a smile to your girlfriend’s face, “Correct. So,” her voice turned dark, “bedroom. Now.”

You were quick to do as you were told not wanting to upset her further as you scrambled to make it to your guy’s shared bedroom. You knew better than to upset Mina further as you took your place on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“Look who wants to be a good girl, now.” The Japanese woman’s voice was condescending as you felt small under her domineering gaze, “Come.” Mina sat at the edge of the bed, her legs once again spread as you finally realized the outline of your favorite strap-on under her trouser seams. You crawled forward as you waited for her next instructions, “I don’t have all night, get to it.”

You immediately sat up on your knees as your fingers worked as nimbly as they could to unbutton and unzip your girlfriends slacks, finding that she forwent any panties as the strap all but sprung up and nearly hit you in the face. The toy had never looked more intimidating as it did in this moment as you looked up for permission, “Suck.”

Mina’s words were simple but they had the desired effect as you ran your tongue up the length of the strap, coating it in a thin sheen of saliva as you licked up to the head of the shaft. Even though you knew your girlfriend couldn’t fully feel the true effects of your tongue, but you would be damned if you didn’t give her a good show. And by the way Mina was slowly bucking up into your mouth it was having the desired effect.

You continued teasing the head of the toy before you felt a firm pressure at the back of your head as your mistress began forcing more of the strap into your throat as you had to prevent yourself from pulling away as you relaxed. When Mina believed that you got the message she stopped urging you forward letting you catch your breath as you took in more of the toy till you physically couldn’t anymore before pulling back to the head. You took a second to breath before going back down but this time you wrapped your fist around the base of the toy and began stroking up to meet your lips, causing the toy to rub against your girlfriend’s clit and g-spot as the insertable part was jostled by your movements as well.

Mina moaned as her hips rose to meet your mouth, inadvertently forcing more of her cock into your throat as she chased her peak. Drool spilled from the corner of your lips and pooled into your palm, slicking your hand’s movements as your girlfriend drew closer to her orgasm. Your girlfriend’s breathing became ragged and her pace was beginning to falter, a signal that had been ingrained into your brain that she was close. But before you could send her hurtling into the pleasure filled abyss, for the second time that night she pulled you away.

The feeling of the toy slipping out of your mouth startled you slightly but you didn’t get a chance to question it as Mina reversed your positions and stood from the bed. Pulling you up then bending you over the side as she flipped up your skirt and pulled your ruined thong to the side. The insides of your thighs were covered in your wetness, you moaned as you felt Mina run the strap through your folds, slicking the head even further before she positioned the toy at your entrance. “Color?”

You didn’t even need to think, “Green!”

Without wasting another second your girlfriend pushed in, your inner walls gladly parting for your mistress’s cock as you moaned aloud. You felt unbelievably full as she bottomed out inside of you, Mina held still for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the stretch for pulling out till only the head of the strap remained inside before thrusting back inside.

The ruined orgasm you had experienced earlier in the evening came back with a vengeance as the knot in your stomach was wound so tight that you swore it could snap at any second. Your body was flushed with pleasure as your moans grew louder as you began rocking back to meet Mina’s thrusts, “F..fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!”

This time your girlfriend didn’t stop you, “Cum for me Y/N-ah!”

You didn’t hold anything back as you felt the knot inside you snap, you bit the comforter to prevent yourself from screaming as Mina continued fucking you through your orgasm. But your fingers began digging into the bed when you realized she wasn’t stopping. “Mi…Mina!?”

“One more baby, give me one more.”

Her voice was calm as her brows were creased in concentration as her hips somehow sped up and began thrusting into your harder as she too chased her orgasm. Tears stung your eyes as your body began to overload with pleasure as you felt an even bigger orgasm building up inside of you. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room where your moans didn’t as you began falling over the edge again.

A scream ripped itself from your chest as Mina thrusted into you for a final time as she came, but your brain was a mess as your inner walls gripped along your mistress’s silicone shaft attempting to milk it for all it was worth as you squirted slightly onto the floor. Your legs shook so bad that if Mina had not been holding you up you would have collapsed onto the ground. You barely realized how sleepy you were becoming as Mina slowly pulled out and began helping you into bed.

She quickly busied herself with cleaning and undressing you before undressing herself and slipping into bed beside you. You immediately curled into her arms as Mina placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

“You truly are the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for.”

You smiled as you felt sleep begin to take you, “You too, Minari. Love you.”

Mina didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were asleep in her arms, a soft smile gracing her lips as she held you closer, “I love you too, Y/N-Chan. Merry Christmas.”

[tubasmiracle]

Doom's News

Pairing: Yeonjun x afab!y/n

Genre: Fluff (lots of), Angst (lots of), Prophecy, emotional towards the end.

Word count: 7.5k (approx.)

Plot: What if some random day you read the obituary of the man sitting next to you, and what will happen when he becomes an integral part of your life.

Warnings: Mentions of death, Death of a character, emotionally heavy angst.

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“Let me take you down

'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields

Nothing is real

And nothing to get hung about

Strawberry fields forever”

“Living is easy with eyes closed..,” Y/N sang as she was getting ready to get to her work and some breakfast at the nearby diner.

Fixing her shirt’s collar, she glanced at the mirror and looked at her outfit. She thoroughly examined the shirt, loose pants, and belt she wore.

Satisfied with her attire, she took her bag and the newspaper, which had just come, and ventured outside.

Y/N was an elementary school teacher, being rather new at her job, and in the mid-session, there were still a few things new to her so she made an effort to reach school a little bit earlier as the timing for teachers was by seven, two hours early, to sort out her documents and entries of the class.

She opted to get her breakfast at Metro diner, it made more sense, less time as it was nearer, more convenient, and price…uh.. let's not go there. It was still cheap though, for its taste.

The diner was located at the first cross-section of her home, on the left side. Adorned with red led lights on its roof beside the name, glass doors and glass windows.

As she was nearing it she bumped into a tall man, soon a string of apologies from both sides followed as they picked up their stuff, as she got up, Y/N realized how handsome the man was, he had fox-like eyes, rather intimidating.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the man asked.

“Yes, yes I am. Thank you for picking up the stuff.” Y/N replied.

“Mention not,” the man said and gave a comforting smile, going his way.

As she entered the diner, the bells chimed alerting the staff of another customer, the diner was fairly quiet for the timing was ridiculously early, then she sat at the table paralleling a beautiful tree.

Soon after, a man came to her, asking “Y/N, is it the usual?”

“Yes, it is,” Y/N replied, smiling.

The man nodded and smiled back.

The people knew her at this diner, she was a regular, coming in at around 6:30 am, to have her breakfast while reading the newspaper to kick start her day.

As she was quietly reading her newspaper, she came across the obituary, there was an old man’s picture, it read:

“Oh..” Y/N said, then before she could think, her eyes darted to the date, “Huh? 28th July? Isn't it the 27th of July today? Shouldn't it be the 26th of July?” She checked the date to make sure on her mobile, it indeed is 27th July. She was confused but chalked it up to the misprinting of the date. It's quite common albeit peculiar for an obituary because date matters a lot here. What could she do? She just shrugged her shoulders and went off her day.

As the evening ascended, and her work day came to an end, Y/N was on her way back, enjoying the tranquility of the evening.

*LOUD CRASH SOUND*

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound and Y/N instinctively covered her ears, looking around with scared eyes. When she saw smoke coming out of a place in front of the nearby building, she sprinted and saw a car reduced to nothing but metal trash crashed into a wall and a bit of… flowing blood. People had already gathered around and called the ambulance and police.

Y/N asked the people around her about what happened, and some people told her that Ben Smith, an old man, had crashed into the wall with the drunk driven vehicle, but the driver jumped out of the car a few meters back when he couldn't control it. The old man must have died, it takes no intelligence to figure it out.

Y/N was in a daze, she couldn't think straight, fortunately, she reached her home safely, and as soon as she did, she grabbed the newspaper and checked the obituary section. Nothing was there. No Ben Smith news.

Y/N had various thoughts racing, “The section was not printed today. Ben Smith news..it will be printed tomorrow then? It aligns with the date too..it wasn't a misprint but why isn't it here now? What was it? Did I hallucinate? Was it a dream? A Deja Vu? UGH, I DON'T KNOW” Y/N said as she grabbed her hair. Her head was hurting but there was no way, so she decided to drink some tea to calm her mind and went to sleep.

A few days passed by like that, and by now she was in better spirits and had convinced herself that,” it was a dream, a deja vu kind, lots of things happen as you live, this happened to me. Just that.”

Just so on another lovely day, going by the same routine as she ordered her food and was reading quietly when she heard the faint sound of songs. Who is listening to them so loud? She thought and looked beside her and found a young man, she saw him again clearly and “OH!! This is the man from a few days back! He was listening in his sky-blue headphones to music, he seemed pretty engrossed there scribbling something on his notepad, too much to notice how the very few people there were now looking at him because of the noise.

Y/N gently nudged him, he paused and looked at her with curious eyes and instantly recognized her, “Hey, we met again!” At that moment he seemed like an excited puppy, Y/N replied happily, “Yes, we did.” Then minding the concerning matter, Y/N gestured towards the customers, then to his headphones.

“Your headphones. We could hear the sounds of whatever you were listening to and it was quite an interruption” Y/N explained.

“Oh, oh, I am sorry, I will turn the volume down. Enjoy your breakfast lovely stranger” The guy said, rather flirty, Y/N was too stunned to say anything but giggled regardless, “Cute”.

“And the parliament said… Oh, so the thief got caught, hmm..” as Y/N was going through all the daily news her eyes fell on the obituary section again, she swore to not check it out any soon because of the incident but her eyes fell on it anyway, something about the photo of the deceased caught her eyes, they shot to the person next to her,she was confused and little bit scared, really, then she saw the date, it was the date, 30th August.

Huh? She started reading the obituary:

“Oh my god…” Y/N's eyes widened at what she just read as she covered her mouth and she had to check, she called out to Yeonjun, “Hey, what is this??” Y/N asked him, “What?” Yeonjun asked as Y/N showed the newspaper article.

“Nathan Wil, 14/5/67 - 28/7/25, died because of-” Yeonjun was reading as Y/N took it away from him and looked at the paper again, the article was gone, vanished from sight.

“Uh…do you need help?” Yeonjun asked, perplexed at the behavior of the kind stranger in front of him.

Y/N was silent, it felt like someone was joking with her, but it was likely not, Was I dreaming? I swear I read the whole article..it can't be a dream, not again, but what do I do anyway. She thought. Her mind was very uneasy, but seeing how he would die soon, she had to say something all she could muster was “No, I am sorry I am kinda out of it today. Haha.” Y/N laughed awkwardly, Yeonjun gave her a comforting smile saying,” Happens to the best of us, don’t worry.”

“Hmm”.

[At the school]

All teachers were asked to gather in one place, apparently a new dance teacher was appointed for the school. The curious murmurings of the teachers filled the staff room as they wondered how the new addition to the school staff would be.

“Good Morning everyone, I hope you had a good morning.” the principal said. Some teachers internally rolled their eyes because who on earth calls their staff freaking two hours early and expects their morning to be all good and glowy, the principal saw their expression, brushed it off, and said, “We will be welcoming a new teacher at our school. Everyone, welcome, Choi Yeonjun.”

A young and handsome man entered from the door, he was wearing a polo t-shirt and black fit pants, he looked around and his eyes locked with Y/N, who was quite frankly in a daze, “Choi Yeonjun, Yeonjun, the fox eyes guy.” she thought amusedly. Yeonjun smiled at her warmly briefly before moving on to give his introduction.

“Hello everyone, I am Choi Yeonjun. I will be the dance teacher for the students of this school from today onwards. I hope we all go along well, please help me adjust. Thank You!” He said, full of enthusiasm that only a newbie could possess.

“Okay, disperse everyone, introduce yourself along the way, now back to work.” The principal commanded and went to his office.

Now that he was out, all the teachers were visibly relaxed introducing themselves to him, then Y/N came, “Hello, Yeonjun” Y/N said raising her eyebrows, Yeonjun chuckled, his smile made his eyes smaller and crinkle, his smile lines had whiskers kind folding it was so pretty. “Hello, Miss lovely confused stranger.” Yeonjun teased.

For a moment Y/N was worried again, but she hid it quickly as she didn't want him to doubt her or worry.

“Oh come on! Mistakes happen Mr. Yeonjun, and I am Y/N, 5th grade homeroom teacher. Nice to meet you.” Y/N introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake, Yeonjun took it gleefully.

“Nice to meet you too, Miss Y/N. Hope we can get along.” Yeonjun said, coyly.

“Hope we can get along.”

[After a few days]

Only in a matter of a few days, Yeonjun had become the favorite teacher of all the students. His moves were smooth, sharp, and clear. He truly was a great dancer and a great teacher. He was a gentle dance teacher—well, as gentle as you can be while teaching dance. He was quite strict, too, and above all, he had that alluring subtle charm. You could not ignore him even if you wanted. The students loved him. Truly, a young talent had come here.

Though, students were not the only ones admiring him so much, teachers, particularly one were involved too. Over the days, Yeonjun and Y/N had developed a friendship, being the only young people among the school teaching staff, they were quite quick to do that. They would spend their lunches together, talking about mundane stuff, and sometimes life in general, they get each other, that's the most they could ask for.

“Hey Y/N!! How about we get together and play games today after work??” Yeonjun asked, expectantly.

“Really? I would love to!! Let's do that. My work ends at four. Wait for me until then. Where will we go?” Y/N asked.

“The PC room near the station, how does that sound?? It has delivery places nearby so we can get food too!” Yeonjun suggested, already dying to run out of the school.

“Woah sounds good!” Y/N said, practically jumping up and down.

Now finally off the work, Y/N could see the man waiting for her by the bench near the school gate. She sneakily went up to him and decided to surprise or scare him. Take it how you will.

“BOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” shouted Y/N, putting her hands up like she would grab him.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Yeonjun exclaimed and crouched down on the bench with a scared-out-of-my-mind expression on his face, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Pft HAHAHAHAHAHHAH, Oh my God Yeonjun, what was… oh my…” Y/N laughed loudly while clutching her stomach, holding on to the bench for her dear life.

Yeonjun recovered quickly saying “Ayyy Y/N, my heart just leaped out of my chest, just wait, you will get it back soon!” Yeonjun said, half threateningly with a sheepish smile on his face.

“As you say Sirrr” Y/N said, bursting out laughing again.

“AAAAAA”.

“YEONJUN PASS ME THE DAMN GUN”

“LET ME ELIMINATE HIM FIRST”

“NO WE WILL LOSE BE QUICK”

“WAIT A SECOND AHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”

Yeonjun’s screams erupted as he lost the game, making the duo lose the game.

“AHH we were doing so good,” Y/N said as she grabbed her hair.

“Ahh, that little fucker, if only he didn't..ahhh” Yeonjun sighed defeatedly.

.

“Shall we take a stroll now?” Y/N asked.

Yeonjun, though still groaning in despair after his great defeat, reluctantly nodded. Y/N grinned at his behavior, taking his hand to go with him.

“So Yeonjun, how long have you loved dancing?”

“Hmmm maybe for 6-7 years?” Yeonjun said, scratching his head.

“Oh, then doesn’t it mean you started loving dancing at 18-19?”

“Oh yeah.”

“The way you dance honestly, seems like you have been doing it since you were out of the womb! I think you are the best dancer I have ever known personally!”

“Ahh, Thank you~~” Yeonjun thanked shyly.

After silence, he says, “Y/N, how many dancers have you known personally?”

“Huh? Ha? What?” Y/N was caught off guard by the sudden question sensing the teasing tone underneath.

She looked at Yeonjun, who was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. It was funny but not in her mind to laugh but rather to give an answer.

“I have…known….dancers…” She said slowly keeping her eyes on the trees surrounding them.

“Huh? What did you say?” Yeonjun mocked while putting his hands up to his ear pretending to hear her.

“I SAID NO! I HAVEN’T KNOWN ANY!!” Y/N shouted in Yeonjun’s ears.

The man quite literally flew to the other side, by the impact of the sound belting out an “AHHHH” on the way.

“Ha! Told ya!” Y/N pointed at him while sticking her tongue out at him.

Yeonjun got up and started doing the three-two-one motion with his hand with a mischievous look on his face, Y/N understood the cue and started running away from him and Yeonjun followed suit, their waves of laughter were as clear as day in the starry night sky.

Having finished their ‘walk’ they were now at the entrance to Y/N’s apartment building.

“Wish we could do this more,” Yeonjun said, hands in his pocket with a shy look.

“Hmm yup, we should, I had a lot of fun today, Thanks to you,” Y/N said and smiled sincerely at him.

“I had a lot of fun too. Uh… Thanks for today anddddd hope you sleep very well, Dear Y/N!” Yeonjun spoke the last part rather fast.

“Hope you sleep well too, Yeonjun. Have a safe trip home.” Y/N said while leaning against the wall sideways.

Yeonjun gulped at the scene, and diverted his eyes, then muttered a small goodbye, skipping away to his place.

Y/N too went to her place with the happy memories of today.

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Contrary to her mood during the daytime, Y/N’s nights gradually became a mix of tossing-turning and overthinking.

“YEONJUN WAIT DO NOT GO THERE PLEASE” Y/N shouted desperately, wanting Yeonjun to stop.

“YA Y/N, don't worry, I am good, I will be good!” Yeonjun said as he spread his arms on the empty path when suddenly;

*THACK*

“YEONJUN!”

“YEONJUN!” Y/N woke up with an ear-piercing scream, her scream, reaching her hands out as if attempting to save him.

She looked around the room, the reality made her clutch her chest, “Huh..it was a dream? Okay, okay, let's calm down, everything is okay, Yeonjun is okay, …is he? Is he okay? Is Yeonjun okay?” Her eyes widened and her pulse rate quickened, she grabbed her phone and called Yeonjun, completely unaware of the time of the night.

Yeonjun picked up, after about fifteen seconds, “Hello Y/N. Is everything okay?” He asked, slightly worried because of the unusual timing of the call.

“Yeonjun, are you okay?” Y/N asked carefully.

“Huh? Yes…yes, I am okay Y/N. What happened? Did you have a bad dream?” Yeonjun asked.

“Hmm, it was a nightmare.”

“Oh shoot…a nightmare, are you scared, do you want to video call?” Yeonjun suggested.

“No, I am, I can manage…a video call, please?”

“As you say, ma’am!”

The screen of Y/N's phone lit up, showing the incoming video call, she swiped to pick it up and Yeonjun's face appeared there, smiling warmly at her with a bit of concern etching his face.

“Y/N, dear Y/N,” Yeonjun said, looking at Y/N’s face thoroughly, examining for whatever emotion he could understand through the screen barrier. What he was getting was a bit of a weary face, did she not sleep well? Yeonjun thought.

“Yeonjun, hi.”

Hearing Y/N’s voice Yeonjun relaxed a little, a long stretch of silence engulfed them as they looked at each other, and felt comforted.

“I had a bad dream.”

“What was it?” He asked, assuringly, like he would genuinely listen and comfort her worries. Love, he wanted to ask what it was, love? But it was too early for that.

“I saw that, you,...” Y/N hesitated and paused a bit.

“Go on, I will listen to it,” Yeonjun assured her to go on.

“I saw that you died, you were hit by a speeding vehicle,” Y/N confessed.

There was a short silence as Yeonjun let the dream process through his mind and to think what to answer next as his Y/N was scared.

“Y/N, darling, I am here with you, aren't I? Look at me as you want because I am not going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied quietly, while reeling him in her mind like a photo, in case he disappeared, he was so handsome, it must be illegal to be this attractive.

“I am here, okay? We will meet tomorrow, and hang out somewhere again. Where do you want to go?” Yeonjun asked, in an attempt to cheer her up and get her mind off.

“I want to…watch a movie,” Y/N replied.

“Umm, there is this feel-good movie there, it was released a while ago, but it's being shown on the screen as there are no major releases, it's “The Intern”, what do you think?”

“I think it will be good! I loved it the first time I watched it, but it was on television. I want to watch it on the big screen.” Y/N said, now visibly happy and relaxed.

“Okay, then let's go tomorrow, it's the weekend anyway, and then we can go have dinner at a fancy-ass restaurant,” Yeojun said, dramatically.

“Yes, it will be fun!”

Now, as the silence dawned upon them, Yeonjun wanted to ask something, he had been wanting to ask that for a few days, but didn't get the chance to. He felt like he had to, it's now or never. He had to ask her permission to pursue her.

“Y/N, so, it's a date?” Yeonjun asked, a small worry in his mind that he would destroy the beautiful thing they had together.

Y/N was shocked at first, and avoided eye contact with him, then, Yeonjun could see, her ears were red, and he chuckled at the cute sight.

“Yes, it's a date,” she replied quickly.

“So, can I pursue you, my lady?”

“Don't get ahead of yourself!! And yes you can.” Y/N replied smugly while suppressing a smile equivalent to a teenager first falling in love.

“Okay then, Goodnight Miss Y/N. Let us see you tomorrow, bye.” Yeonjun said, waving at her.

“Hmm, good night Yeonjun.” Y/N waved back, cutting the call.

The heaviness in Y/N's chest before the call was filled with a funny feeling now, was it butterflies? She wondered.

Like this, Y/N fell asleep happily, she needed to sleep well to look refreshed and pretty tomorrow!

The morning came and the same routine continued. Y/N and Yeonjun couldn't see each other all day because of extremely busy schedules given weekend extracurricular events.

Soon enough, the day settled into the color yellowish orange hue. Time of their meeting came.

“Yeonjun!” Y/N shouted pointing at him before starting to run towards him.

Yeonjun heard her voice and whipped his head in her direction. Watching her run towards him, he also flayed his arms in a dramatic motion and ran towards her. Both of them got into a dramatic hug. Watching this some people gushed at their cuteness whereas some rolled their eyes.

“Shall we go princess?” Yeonjun asked Y/N, extending his hand towards her.

Y/N took a few seconds to process the new nickname she was given, her cheeks now had a shade of red tinted. She took his hand, and they went on their date.

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The couple, now having watched the movie, was going to a fancy restaurant.

Walking their way to it, chatting about mundane things happily.

“The movie was sooo good, Yeonjun!!” Y/N remarked, slightly squeaking like a rabbit.

“I know right?? It really made me emotional, like it's not exactly to be emotional about but it was so lovely? movie. It made my heart flutter.” Yeonjun said, keeping his hand on his chest.

“It was such a cool one! Oh, And “Evil Dead Rising” is releasing soon too!! Shall we watch it???”

“Huh??? No way… I will be too scared, I don't like horror movies Y/N!!” Yeonjun whined akin to a child.

“Okayyy!! But, I will teach you in future how to be calm during it. What do you think?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh really? It better work. Then pinky promise you will teach me?” Yeonjun asked for confirmation, extending his pinky finger.

“I promise, I will teach you!” Y/N accepted and locked her pinky finger with him taking the promise of tomorrow.

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“Well done everyone!!” Yeonjun said, clapping. “Practice what we learned today at your home and clear out your moves, alright? We can do this.”

“Yes Sir!” was heard in unison.

And as the students got out of the room, their chatter illuminated the hallway. Y/N excused herself, it was her free time, so she went to see Yeonjun.

Slowly creeping up to him, she back-hugged him gently.

“How's the preparation going?”

“Good. The students,Yeonjun started while rubbing his forehead,”they work really hard Y/N..”

“They really do, don't they? You worked hard too Yeonjun, let's go have lunch, it's about time.” Y/N said while rubbing his shoulder with a reassuring nod.

The school was having an inter state dance competition, with a twist that even the dance teachers are to be participants just like students, so Yeonjun alongside his students was working very hard to make that happen. Knowing him, Y/N just knew he wouldn't leave any stone unturned.

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The young couple was enjoying their lunch happily at the school park, taking in the cold summer breeze, as the daffodils beside their bench fluttered. It was a lovely time to be in.

“Oh my god, wow” Yeonjun commented in a dramatic satisfied accent, while widening his eyes for an impact “the food is delicious Y/N! It's really good.”

“Thank you.” Y/N said while eating her own lunch.

“No, but someday I will cook Ramyeon for you. I am telling you, I am really good at cooking it.”

“You really love it, huh?”

“Obviously! It's the best, it's the love of my life!”

“Eh? Love of your life? Are you for real?”

“Ayy, don't worry! You do come second to it Y/N!” Yeonjun said while patting her shoulders proudly.

Y/N was half in disbelief and half amused over her lover's thoughts but agreed smugly anyway.

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“And remember to have dinner, okay?”

“Okayyy”

Y/N looked at the clock saying, “it’s past 12 am now. Sleep well and sufficient, don't lose out on sleep or food an-”

“Okay Y/N! Don't you worry, okay?? I am good, and as I said I will practice for a few hours then go home.” Yeonjun interrupted Y/N and her worries.

He was confused at her sudden extra concern, she was always like that but today was specifically a lot, he wasn't complaining, if he were to be honest, “I kinda like it” it was fun for him.

“Mhmm…do take care Yeonjun, Good Night, let's meet tomorrow.”

“Yup, let's meet tomorrow! Good Night Darling~~” Yeonjun wished in a sickly sweet voice.

“Good Night Junnie”

*beep beep beep*

The call has ended.

Y/N jumped to the other side of the bed, looking at the calendar and the dates, and said, “It is past 30th August now…it's 31st August now, Yeonjun is alive, he is alive, Yeonjun is alive!” She after heaven knows how many days, breathed a big sigh of relief, now she could truly enjoy her time with him, truly enjoy her life without the distress of any impending doom.

It had been a few days and such a big thing rather a dream, which was so real had passed quietly, Y/N wanted to tell yeonjun everything, just to get this thing off her mind. She decided to do that one evening.

Yeonjun and Y/N’s legs were sprawled over each other, as they watched a comedy movie, laughing their guts out. The couple were eating their pizzas deliciously, they had gotten an off day after a while, even from competition practice. They were spending it in a rather chill way. As the movie ended, Y/N got ready to tell him everything.

“Uhm yj, there is something, I need to tell you about, a month or two back, when I went for breakfast at the diner, the day I met you!”

“Oh oh I remember.”

“Yes, so that day…..

[20 minutes later]

….and that was written in your obituary. I was scared but it was too irrational while simultaneously being too much of a coincidence to ignore. You ended up becoming a teacher at our school and…” she sighed deeply, “the date Yeonjun, it has already passed. You are safe, we are good.” She smiled while speaking, her eyes almost teary by realising everything all at once.

Yeonjun was silent, he didn't know what to make of the entire situation, a part of him was believing it and fearing for his life, a part of him was scolding the former for irrational way of thinking but the most prominent was to comfort his love.

So, he quietly went nearer to her and hugged her gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She hugged him back, filled with relief and a lighter chest. He was stroking her hair gently, tangling and detangling his own fingers in her hair.

They decided to sleep and cuddle together for the rest of the night, they were drained physically from watching all those movies and emotionally from Y/N's confession.

While cuddling together on her bed, she whispered, “Yeonjun?”

A soft hmm came from behind.

“Are you awake?” she asked in a delicate manner, afraid to wake him up.

“Of course, If you want to say something then why not?”

“When you win the competition, cuz I know you will, alright? What will you do then?”

“You have got more confidence than me, huh?” Yeonjun said while tickling her sides, Y/N started laughing.

The tickling made Y/N turn towards him, which resulted in them facing each other under the dim night light. Grinning faces looking so beautiful on them.

They were admiring each other for a moment with lovesick eyes, ready to drop anything and everything for each other.

“Yes I do!” Y/N affirmed.

“Okay miss, now as for your question, hmm, what will I do?..it will be something special, something I have been wanting to do for a long time.”

“Oh, what could it be?”

“Madam, since you are so sure of me winning, how about we find this out on the day of the competition? Won't it be more fun?” Yeonjun said while smirking.

“Shut up!! I want to know now Junnieeee.” Y/N whined in his arms.

“Nah, nope will do y/nnnnnm” Yeonjun whined back.

“Hahahaha”

“Hahahaha”

“You were so childish!”

“Who started it??”

“I don't care!”

“I don't care either!”

As he said that, Their noses touched while smiling at each other, their hearts full of love for each other. They slept like babies that night.

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The competition day had finally came, and Yj was getting ready wearing his remaining accessories while children were in their own assigned dressing rooms.

A *ping* was heard, followed by 2-3 more of the same sounds. Yeonjun checked his mobile. There were a few text messages from Y/N.

Then:

“Choi Yeonjun, it's your team's turn!”

“Ah! Coming!” He quickly put his phone down and went backstage with his students.

Y/N had gotten a seat in the front her, by not-very-blatantly asking for it, basically request her senior teacher about her ‘situation’ , a handsome 5 '11 situation that is.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next participant will be from Infraviol high school, please applause for the team!” the MC of the program announced.

The applause filled the stadium, and energy was already high from the previous performances. As the song started, the students and Yeonjun quickly got into the position and started dancing.

{Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?}

The theme was pink, Yeonjun was wearing a pink suit too. Y/N watched the team's dance, though her eyes couldn't help but fixated into Yeonjun. It wasn't only for the attraction and love she has for him, it was also that he shone on the stage brighter than any star.

His moves were delicately sharp, and he blended well with the students who showcased their top notch perfomance with utmost sincerity as well. And as he promised, he suddenly blew an air kiss to Y/N which she duly catched, he caught that act smiling a little mid performance as the song went on.

{Lately, I've been movin' close to the edge

Still be lookin' my best

I stay on the beat, you can count on me

I ain't missin' no steps}

They continued dancing till the song ended and then the audience was more hyped than ever with the one hell of a performance, the applause roared across the hall, with each person clapping with infectious energy.

The participants were supposed to wait in the waiting room while visitors were allowed to go in, the teachers were gathered around the students and Yeonjun, praising then and hyping them up, the team looked tired but satisfied, Y/N too went and distributed Madeline cookies to the students, she at last came to Yeonjun who was now standing a little far away from everyone seemingly waiting for her, as she extending the cookie saying, “You shone the brightest Junnie, you really killed it!”

“Thank you, means a lot coming from you.” Yeonjun said as he took the cookies but..

“Huh? Yeonjun? What is this?”

He gave Y/N a crumpled paper chit.

“Shh, thanks for this, open this later, we need to go now, announcement of winners will be done soon.’

“Oh? Huh? Okay” Y/N said with a puzzled expression and opened a few minutes later.

On the note it was written:

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“So, the winner is……….TEAM INFRAVIOL!!!!!”

“WOHOOOOOOOOOO” the audience cheered at once, leaving a few which was understandable given the competition energy.

“Here is your trophy”

“Thank you, Ah, okay, so first of all I would like to thank first and foremost my dear students who worked hard day and night to achieve such great results in their dance, I am genuinely saying this, I have never met as sincere students as them, so Thank you guys, and..”

“THANK YOU TO YOU TOO SIR!” the students cheered at once in unison.

“Ah, thank you” Yeonjun said while smiling, “I would like to thank my school and the teachers for supporting us throughout, personally I would like to thank my girlfriend too, she was the reason I was able to pull through this, so, thank you everyone!”

The hall filled with ”Ooohhh”s and “Ahhh”s at the romantic mention. Everyone surprised but still giggling at it. Y/N was, too say the least, stunned.

The winners were separated for a photo and Yeonjun send with them, after a while as everyone went Y/N got time to go to Yeonjun, who was waiting for her at the stairs.

“His legs are for days” was Y/N’s first thought upon arriving. As she did, Yeonjun didn't waste a second to pull her in for a tight hug.

“You won.”

“Hmm I did.”

“You really did so well, I am proud of you.”

“Thank you love.” He whispered in her ears as he detached himself away from her, “Now, if I ask something, will you agree?”

“If it's something I can do.”

“It's something only you can do.” He said as he got on one of his knee and extended his hand holding a bracelet, a breathed deeply before saying:

“Y/N, my love.

I won't say my love was first sight, you looked cute to me but that's all I really thought.

But after spending these past few months with you, talking with you, listening to you, staying by your side, I have come to realize how important you have become to me.

Now it's difficult for me to envision a future without you, so dear, will you be my, the one and only Choi Yeonjun’s, one and only girlfriend?

Will you be mine, darling?”

By the end, Y/N had tears in her eyes, she was covering her mouth. She did managed to croak out some words.

“Yes, yes I will be! I love you Yeonjun”

“I love you too my darling.” Yeonjun said as he hugged her.

He came near her lips, silently asking for permission which she gave with a nod, his lips touched her for a moment as a peck, as soft as clouds but it felt electrifying for a moment.

Y/N went in for a second kiss this time, it was a tender kiss, as if casting a spell to prolong the moment, at the moment the world had stopped for them, and they were the only ones existing in it. As their lips separated, their foreheads linked together, savouring the once in a lifetime moment.

The car was being driven back home, Yeonjun on the steering wheel, Y/N in the charge of the music, they both were singing along the lyrics,

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my Lover

As the glances of deep but puppy love were passed between them with an ease they hadn't known a few months and love they were feeling for the very first time.

Yeonjun put his one hand on Y/N's thigh, she entwined their hands together on her thigh, squeezing his hands gently, whispering an “I love you” between the song playing.

Yeonjun smiled, he felt like his whole world was beside him, he would give up his life to protect her, he couldn't imagine his world without her, “Heck, I doubt I can live without her.” he did wondered were these feelings a sign of nothing but the honeymoon phase they are in or will it actually be true, well, he was determined to prove his thoughts in his and Y/N’s long term future together.

The walking footsteps in the empty being hallway could be heard in the dead of the night, Yeonjun and Y/N were walking to the latter’s apartment door, as they reached there.

“Yeonjun.”

“Y/N, you are home.”

“You are my home.”

“I wish I could come in with you, but I need to wake up early tomorrow and drive off to my uncle's yard.”

“To meet him?”

“That and to get some oranges, the winter has come.”

“Hmm, the report says it will be really cold tomorrow and the remaining of the year too.”

“Oh will it be?”

“I am not worried though, someone will keep me warm throughout the cold season.” Y/N teased.

“Ohh, I wonder who will it be~~” Yeonjun said as he pulled in Y/N for a kiss, it was deep and a firm kiss, the kind you would melt into, the kind you would not let go, the kind you would remember.

As soon as they pulled apart they went for a hug. Yeonjun kept it longer than normal, Y/N was puzzled but complied anyway, hugging him back with all the warmth she has, all for him.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

“Goodbye Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun was walking backwards now, whispering, “Good night my love, good night my life, good night,...my Y/N.”

“Good Night Yeonjun, sleep well, I love you.” Y/N said as she blew him a kiss.

“I love you too!” He said as he blew her a kiss back and went into the elevator.

Both of them took a last glance at each other until the elevator completely closed.

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The next morning dawned, it was a quiet morning, eerily quiet. Y/N have been feeling slightly uneasy since she woke up but she couldn't place her finger on the reason, “maybe because Yeonjun hadn't messaged yet? Ahh..he must be busy though, well we can meet later.”

The bell to school assembly rang loudly, as the school was to be gathered. As teachers and students were rushing to the hall, a telephone ring was heard in the principal’s office disrupting the silence.

“This is nuts! Who calls this early?!” The principal huffed as he picked up the call.

Only muffling could be heard from the telephone in the office as the principal took in the information presented on the call, his face now devoid of any emotion, grievous.

“Okay, thanks for informing. We will let Miss Y/N know this personally too.” He said as put down the phone.

He announced on his mic in the staff room, “Good Morning everyone, we will need to delay assembly for a few minutes and there is a possibility school will be closed today, details will be conveyed in a few minutes and Miss Y/N, you are requested to come to the principal's office immediately.”

All the teachers looked at each other then at Y/N who simply shrugged but internally, her heart was heavy and mind paranoid. She was scared but tried to calm herself, what could go wrong anyway? Her mind wandered as she went to the office.

In under a minute, Y/N was knocking on the door.

“Come in.”

“Good Morning Sir.”

“Good Morning Miss, have a seat.” The principal said as he gestured towards the chair in front of his desk.

“Yes Sir, Thank you.”

“So, I need to tell you this, there.. something has happened.”

“What Sir?” Y/N, her heart thumping very loudly now.

He took a deep breath as he said,” Sir Yeonjun.. it's about him, Miss Y/N. Sir Yeonjun..he is no more. The authorities say that…-

Numb.

“Huh?” Y/N could hear the principal speaking, she was now looking outside the window. The time was passing painfully slowly. She didn't know when but the principal was quiet, now looking at her mournfully.

He is no more?

Her body was moving on her own now. She slowly got up from the seat.

He is no more…

She got out of the office now, what was she finding? An empty space, maybe. She couldn't think. She couldn't think of anything. Except,

He is no more.

She found a room, it was to be made later, she closed the door.

She slid down the door, head in her hands, her eyes were wide. She was mute.

Yeonjun is no more.

An attempt to take in a small breath.

An ear-piercing scream was heard throughout the school, even the walls shuddered in fear.

The birds flew away.

The trees were quiet as if mourning in silence.

The gravity of the situation was being felt by everyone in the place.

The principal announced the news to the school, declaring a mourning time for two days, prompting the closing of the place.

It was no ordinary accident, as the local news said, “Choi Yeonjun, a young man in his twenties, was returning from his relatives place in the wee hours of this morning, when his car experienced a brake failure leading to his car crashing into the nearby river. We wish for his soul to rest in peace. Thank You.”

The next morning, an obituary was published in the newspaper of a young man, which was read by every single person in the town.

The town had said it,

For the next five years, a young lady came to

the man’s grave every single week.

The next fifteen years after that,

every single month, she came.

And the next thirty years of her life,

every single year, the old lady dropped a

flower at her first love's grave with grace.

Author's note: It was fun writing this. The last scene was quite heavy for me to write but we ride! Thank you to everyone~

Taglist: @tyunderella (If anyone else wants to be tagged in all my upcoming stories please let me know~)

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolfzilla

[I don't even know how to tag this,, but it's decently fluffy David being a groomzilla with a bit of anxiety comfort from Asher and Angel - 1089 words]

[Also I wrote this all on my phone so sorry if the format is off]

David Shaw was strong, confident, courageous. A leader through and through. He trusted not only himself, but his pack with every fiber of his being. 

But today, the day of his wedding, he was anxious - almost nauseous.

The photographer was asked to confirm their plans no less than five times. The caterers were grilled on exactly what food was going where and when. He insisted on supervising the placement of the decorations he chose personally. David tried his best to stay calm and polite, but his nerves were shot days ago and everyone was half-consciously walking on eggshells around him.

Right before the ceremony, the alpha ran around his dressing room, closely inspecting every groomsman from head to toe. Ties were quickly straightened, stray hairs were brushed into place, and every shoe was shined.

Even he'd admit it was a little much, but in the moment it felt like his whole nervous system depended on everything being perfect. He was damn near running on auto-pilot, barely even registering who's flowers he was pinning in place.

Until he got to Asher.

He stopped the other groom in his tracks as his face twisted with a mix of offense and disgust. He grabbed Ash's shoulders hard and gawked at the mess of fabric he donned.

“This,” David motioned at Asher's full body with his hand. “Makes you look like a hungover mess. Did you wake up in this or something?” The beta tried to mumble out an excuse but was quickly silenced. “No, no. I'll fix it just-” He sighed heavily. “Just stand still.”

David tugged on both ends of his best friend's bowtie, evening out the soft blue fabric. He gently adjusted the lacy blue collar against Asher's neck and tugged his suit jacket into place. David's hands made quick work of the little details, expertly gliding across Ash's torso and smoothing any wrinkles they met on their way. He carefully retucked his shirt and adjusted the waistband against his hips.

"C'mon Davey, it's fine! We gotta go," Ash laughed. "Wouldn't wanna miss our own wedding." David snapped his head up to glare directly into his friend's soul. 

"Fine is not fine today." He went back to subtly readjusting the beta's suit. "You are going to look perfect. If not for your sake, then for mine." Once the suit met his standards, he turned his attention to the multicolored curls atop Asher's head. He carefully ran his fingers through it and fluffed the hair up in some places while tamping it down in others. 

As David's hands reached the base of Ash's skull, his second in command stopped him. With two hands wrapped around his best friend's wrists, Asher directed David's eyes to meet his own.

"Hey, buddy." He pushed his head forward slightly to bump his forehead against David's. "You've gotta breathe for a second, ok? Just take a breath and calm down." The immediate reaction was another glare accompanied by a twitch of the alpha's eyebrow. "Come on," he continued, squeezing David's wrists lightly. "In." He dramatically inhaled and waited for the other to follow suit. "And out." They exhaled together, the tension filling the groom-to-be's body eased just enough to get him back in working order.

“Thanks, Ash,” David sighed. “I'll take a second and just…” His voice trailed off as he shut his eyes, still holding his best friend close. They took a few more slow, deep breaths together before finally pulling away and continuing where they left off. 

David continued putting everyone where they needed to be, lining them up and making sure they knew their cues. The tiny details were less important this time around, though. He needed to trust his pack, not just his plan.

As their entry time grew nearer, the little ball of anxiety reared its head again. He took his phone from his pocket and absent-mindedly dialed his mate's number. By the time he remembered he was minutes away from seeing them, they had already answered.

“Davey? Is everything ok?” Angel sounded nervous and a little winded on the other end. “Why are you calling? Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. Everything is ok,” He paused for a second to smile. “The nerves were just getting to me a bit and I wanted to hear your voice.”

Angel sighed, half with relief and half with annoyance. “Well then, hello,” They giggled. “How are things over on that side of the aisle?”

“They're… fine. As long as everyone makes their entrance at the right time we'll be good. Is everything ok over there?”

“It's been a little chaotic, but I think we worked it out. We'll make it through one way or another.” The sound of fabric shuffling was clearly audible along with unintelligible chatter in the background. “Alright, baby, I'm gonna have to let you go so I can finish up, ok? I love you.”

David smiled at his phone and relaxed his shoulders. “I love you, Angel. I'll see you in a bit.” He ended the call and breathed the vague nervousness out of his system. He flexed his hands a few times, checked his pockets, and gave everyone one last look over before he officially lined them up outside the door.

“You ready to become a married man, buddy?” Asher asked, draping his arm across his best friend's shoulders. David nodded.

“Are you?”

“Absolutely. If it was up to me, I would've been locked down months ago. But somebody needed to be a total control freak.” He squeezed David's shoulder, earning him a solid groan and an eye roll. “But this wedding is definitely better than whatever I could've whipped up on my own. So I think it balances out.”

“Control freak, huh? I'll remember that.” 

The song starting up pulled them from their riveting conversation and led them to their places at the end of the line. There was no backing out now. Once he stepped foot in that room, he wasn't leaving without his spouse by his side. In less than an hour, he'd be a husband. How surreal. His mind raced as he walked down the aisle to where he'd finally marry the love of his life.

The sight of his mate walking through the door was enough to make it all worth it. He'd go through the planning, the nerves, the late nights all over again just to see them all done up and glowing like that on the other end of the room. Even if it wasn't perfect, they made it all worth it.

[cloudygreece]

With the time we have left together

Pairings| mute!Fem!readerxpostwar!Giyuu

READING TYPE| ANGST~some fluff (no happy ending) POV: 3rd person Fem!reader

SYNOPSIS| You finally get the life that you had always deserved. Unfortunately it will only last for 4 years. The mark of thr slayer slowly draining the life from your soul and body as you draw nearer to your impending doom, however you get to spend what little time you have left with the people you love.

CW! Themes of pregnancy, childbirth and death are present in this writing! (Its also pretty cringy, I wrote this at 2am)

A/N: just to clarify, y/n became mute due to an injury that was inflicted on her during the fight with muzan, one of her two vocal strips were severely damaged causing her to lose her ability to speak. Yes she did learn sign language after healing. (Italicized texts means y/n is signing) Y/N was a Hashira, there are also mentions of a Tsuguko (an apprentice of a Hashira) she will be present throughout the whole story (please give them a name if you haven't made one. You can use mine if u can't figure one out :D ~ Hanami Ito <3). Giyuu is a bit older than you! However the time of death due to the slayer mark never specified how long after turning 25 until they die.

Word count 1.5k

Key

(Y/n)-Your name

(T/n)-Tsuguko name

(B/s)-Breathing Style

⋆｡°·☁︎Hope you enjoy☁︎·°｡⋆

It was unfortunate. Her romance with her one true love started off so much later than she expected. By the time they were married, they both had only a year or two left; that was the price of the mark. The mark that both of them used to defeat the demon lord four years ago...

Two months have passed... ...and the former (B/s) Hashira is still healing. However, with her vocal cords and her breathing being weak, she could never explore the world outside of Japan. All she could do was stay at her shared home with her former Tsuguko (T/n) and Giyuu Tomioka, the former water Hashira that she once fought the demon lord head-to-head with. 

It was difficult at first for all of them. None of them were able to communicate with (Y/n) about her thoughts, wants, and needs. Any noise she could make sounded like gurgled croaks and strained whispers, too soft or incoherent for anyone to understand. She had to learn sign language, and so did the others if they wanted to know what she was saying. Tirelessly, they all learned together; it was a good thing she didn't lose her hearing as well. Tomioka, with only one hand, felt relieved that (Y/n) didn't get injured even more. As time grew on, they became fluent in sign language, being able to interpret her words to others through the flow and movement of her hands. 

Five months passed after the war ended... ...(Y/n), with nothing else to do, started to take an interest in baking. She would always find herself giving the sweets that she made to the last remaining slayers, who were finishing up their final recoveries. The three of them realized that the former (B/s) Hashira had a talent for cooking and baking.

With the money she and the other two had saved, they all opened up a bakery. They produce delicious breads and desserts. The trio had to spend countless nights trying to find the perfect recipes for them to sell, even though it caused some sleepless nights. It was the perfect life compared to what they endured in the earlier years of their lives for the two who formed the mark. As time grew on, their bonds grew ever closer, making it seem as if they were a family. However, the two slayers who formed the mark were becoming a bit fonder of each other. 

1 year and 8 months had passed after the war had ended...  ...when (T/n) noticed that the two started to catch feelings for one another. (T/n) would find ways to excuse themselves from the presence of their master and her unrequited lover, always leaving them alone as they held somewhat silent conversations with each other about the most mundane things.

2 years and 6 months had passed after the war had ended... ...and they finally tied the knot.

"Finally! Took you guys long enough! When's the wedding?"

(Y/n)'s hands flew around excitedly as she signed

"Oh, probably in 5 months! We'll make the cake, and we know where we're going to do our wedding and who we're inviting. We just need to figure out the flowers, catering, and our attire."

(T/n) has never seen their master this happy before. They could almost hear the excitement bubbling from her throat as she tried to speak. The burn and slash marks on her neck, covered loosely by her scarf, reminded the apprentice of how little time the couple had left. They cast their eyes down to avoid eye contact between the two; they knew it was inevitable, and yet they were able to find love with one another. 

Suddenly Tomiokas voice broke the silence

"(T/n) We both understand your concerns about our health, and we are very aware of how much time we have left. Don't stress yourself out too much."

His tone was very dull, but his eyes weren't. His dark blue eyes showed kindness and reassurance toward the young apprentice. As Giyuu spoke, his one arm wrapped around her (Y/n) side, pulling her body closer to him. They both starred at each other lovingly, before walking over to (T/n) to give them a nice, warm, reassuring hug.

2 years and 11 months had passed since the war had ended... ...The cherry blossoms fell as (Y/n) walked down the pathway towards Tomioka. Her eyes darted across the aisle as she saw those in the corps who she had fought together with to finally bring peace to their homes. All of them were smiling as they watched her with the man she always dreamed of, officially joining together as man and wife. Words (and signs) of joy, affermation, sadness, and hope were given to one another. Finally, they slowly approach each other to signify their unity with a kiss. As flower petals coated the air with a flurry of pinks, blues, and whites, everyone cheered as the pair finally had one another.

3 years and 6 months had passed since the war had ended... ...The couple both started to show signs of weakening. (Y/n) began to cough and wheeze if she did too much work, while Giyuu became much more lethargic and weaker. However, the small family was blessed, with another member soon joining them. 

"(T/n), I'm pregnant!"

(T/n)'s jaws hung low in shock as they dropped the pan full of freshly baked bread. (Y/n) quickly scampered towards her to help pick up the food. She signed slowly as she tried to calm her apprentice down.

"I haven't told Giyuu yet. Let's surprise him!"

The woman's face brightened the whole room as the two of them baked a small cake with the Kanji saying 'omedetou'. After closing down the shop, (T/n) called over Giyuu as the two showed him the cake.

"Huh? Why are you guys saying congratulations? Who are we Congratulating..??"

He looked at the cake bewildered, before he slowly looked up at (Y/n).

"Are you.."

She nodded eagerly before she was swooped up by her husband. Even with one arm and his strength weakening, he was still able to pick her up so easily. Happy giggles erupted from the mute woman. It was hoarse, but...she hasn't laughed in such a long time. It still sounded like how it used to. The sight of hearing her laugh after 3 years couldn't help but draw out tears in (T/n) and Giyuu. After a few minutes, everyone was bawling their eyes out. 

I wish this happiness could last forever..

It's been 4 years and 3 month since the war ended..

A hoarse wail could be heard from the couple's room. (T/n) rushed ahead of Giyuu, who was struggling to walk in the direction of the cries of his wife. As they entered the room, (T/n) could see (Y/n) clutching the sheets of her bed, her knuckles turning white, and her hair disheveled as strands fell from her loose ponytail. The midwife next to her was coaching her through every step, calling over (T/n) to bring the towels that they had brought. Fear clouds the apprentice's eyes as they see their mentor's head fall back onto her pillow, her breathing shallow as she looks at her apprentice with tearful eyes. Her mouth slowly opened through hastened breaths.

"Today's.. my....birthday...."

She croaked out. Suddenly, Giyuu weakly enters the room. His footsteps were heavy as his knees fell onto the tatami mats next to his wife's mattress. Her hands fiercely wrap around his as she screams, pushing one final time before a small cry could be heard from around the room. 

(T/n) just stood there. The realization hits them as they watch the baby being treated by one of the midwives. 'birthday..? Well, then that means she's...'

Their gaze reverts back to their mentor's body, her breath becoming more labored as the light in her eyes slowly starts to fade. Her hands gingerly passed by Giyuu's cheek as she smiled at him weakly. She mouthed something; (T/n) couldn't quite see it from where they were standing; in fact, they couldn't move at all; all they could do was watch as (Y/n) passed. Giyuu, now realizing what's happening, called one of the midwives frantically as they tried their best to resuscitate her. 

'She turns 25 today..'

(T/n) already knew it was useless.

It's been 3 months.

There (T/n) stands in the rain, a baby strapped tightly against their body with a white cloth. The soft snore coming from the child brought warmth throughout their whole body as they stood in front of two graves.

A soft voice could be heard from behind.

"I'm sure Giyuu-san and (y/n)-san would be happy to see you taking care of their child."

Four other people slowly approached the apprentice and the baby. Tears streak down their faces as they place flowers on the graves. (T/n) sniffled and nodded as they turned towards them, their own eyes full of sadness as they watched the last remaining bloodline of the two former Hashira's being swaddled in the former tsuguko's arms.

"Thank you Tanjirou. I'm sure they both enjoyed what time they had left. Together."

Closing notes~ this kinda cringy :)

⋆｡°·☁︎requests are open☁︎·°｡⋆ ~Sincerely, Greece