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yanderesimp2000 · 1 month

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Extreme Yandere Adam x Fem reader Chap 1/5 Start of your new life !MINORS STAY AWAY!

(hey this is my first post here Just wanna say my english might be bad since I'm from Armenia but I'm excited to post here I USED ALOT OF INSPO FROM OTHER ADAM WRITES TO here are the TWS

Kidnapping, Adam being an incel as usual, threats of violence , Degrading, Manipluation, Violence, Noncon listener, threats of SA ,Gasliting, narcissism and rape if that's not your cup of tea SCROLL

Your are an angel You made it into Heaven recently Heaven would be like a paradise but is kinda like your old life in the big city You have to get a job buy things and Just deal with the classic shit of reality even though your in the FUCKING PROMISELAND

You decided to just be what you did back in Yerevan city and just be a secretary but it was the person to hire you that was strange it was Adam the First man when you met him you expected him to be some wise, kind and Gentle soul but instead you got a creepy, weird man child that you needed to cater to at every Second, Like you could just be standing in Adams office when he says "hey bitch bring me that soda bottle" the bottle was 2 inches out of reach. It seemed like he took pleasure in seeing you be miserable he always said "good girl good good girly" LIKE YOU ARE A FUCKING PET

Every second of your time with Adam was hell he was rude gross and was a FUCKING MISOGYNIST today while you were giving him a back massage he said "yes good girly" again as usual like you were a fucking pet but then he said "that's all you women are good for to serve men" this Made you even more angry but hey the pay is good and that Leeds to today You walk in sad as usual into Adam mansion when he starts making comments about something your already insecure of your wings he rubbed your wings and he then said "heh bitch your wings are so dirty you a fuckin slob yknow that but a hot one at that" he then Grabbed your ass and that's when you broke "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" you yelled "I QUIT" you then storm of and back into your apartment crying about the insult of your wings and just fed up in general But that's when you get a text from Adam he always texted you when you were working for him but you quit it read "You really thought you could leave me you DUMB WHORE I treated you soo well I gave you everything you could of wanted and this I how you repay me I don't even need you you stupid fucking slut"

You were used to Adams shit by now but this this was just something else you text back "Adam stop messaging me Ill be back tomorrow at 10 am to get my stuff from my office and you better not try ANYTHING" he then responds "why would I try to interact with a brain dead whore anyway" that hurts you but you brush it off "being verbally abused by that dickhead isn't worth the pay" you thought before going to sleep

The next day you woke up at your alarm you got dressed but on a casual Black hoodie with Sweat pants because you weren't doing anything today other then going to Adams mansion to pick up your stuff. you flew over to his mansion only A 13 minute fly before landing at the door you were nervous but you knocked you waited and waited until someone opened the door "wow the whore really had the nerve to show her face again' He snarled "well I cant be to mad at you your fucking hot all we have to do to make your perfect is Shave down those ugly wings" he said in a arrogant tone. You walk inside and go to were your stuff is before you hear Adam locking the door 'what the fuck are you doing Adam" you snarl His mask lights up into those annoying little circle eyes he looks like a giddy child

"well I Talked to The big man upstairs if you get what I'm saying and since he would NEVER Say no to his precious Adam his first creation the person who gets ALL his love and affection he said I could keep you since your such a low ranking angel and you have no family in heaven no one will miss you " He still looked like a giddy child while saying this as all of a sudden He pulled out a stunning ring filled with jewelry and gems and luxury "cmere" he says before Walking towards you he towered over you, you were a quite short and small angel being only 5,5 and he was a Huge 13,2 foot angel. " ADAM THIS IS NOT FUNNY" you yelled at him but he said "Bitch? its not supposed to now were gonna cuddle and snuggle because Im feeling lonely and you cant do JACK SHIT" he sounded firm and serious you were scared and try to make a run for it but were tackled down "fuckin bitch your not escapin" he said before tossing you over his shoulders and taking you into his room upstairs and throwing you onto the bed before "cuddling" with you which was more like Wrestling a teddy bear he managed to restrain you with ease and he giggles "I love small girls like you so short and weak easy for me to... Manhandle" he says in an ominous tone you keep squirming and this just makes him giggle "so feisty" he says "don't worry my little Slut I'll fix you sooner or later I'll break your brain down till its just mush then I'll rebuild it to my liking and then you'll be loyal to me just me unlike those last 2 whores I married ill make sure you never leave" he says in a low coo ''i don't like you adam' you hissed he then got surprised "oh talking back to me don't you know who I am Im Adam the first man and your my new Wife you were created from my fucking rib you have to that me for your existance Im a superior being and your just my Wife you should me grateful so many people would beg to be in my presence and your trying to leave it ungrateful whore" he hissed as he started down at you you noticed he was starting to undress first his shirt then his pants then his Underwear but he kept that stupid mask on

His dick is fucking massive it was huge or maybe you are just small but damn and around it is just a bush of his grey hair He even has a piercing on his cock and his dad Bod OMG but as much as you hate it he was hot "like what you see" Adam teased you try to squirm away only angering him Well if your gonna resist I guess I'm gonna have to fuck that tiny pussy lose he said eagerly before starting to Teasing his cock around the hole "sh sh sh sh sh shhhh let it happen" Adam cooed "your my new wife you like this you have to your just in denial" he giggled before saying "Oh your sooo small My dick might kill you I bet I'd bet I'm like I don't know fucking 11 feet taller then you and my dick is huger then anything I've bet you've seen" he teased while rubbing his cock at the entrance of your pussy "damn it I just cant hold back" Adam yelled "p-p-please stop Adam" you whimpered but it just turned him on more as he said "going in bitch" suddenly you feel his entire dick in you it was huge and painful you were not enjoying yourself but Adam was "f-fuck babe I'm fucking you loose" he laughed as he kept fucking me so hard I felt like I was gonna throw up blood and organs he rearranged with every thrust it felt like a new bone in your body was being reangared you tried to flap your useless little wings which just made him think you were even more about how precious you are "that's so cute the only thing I dislike about you is your wings they get in my way might have to clip your wings soon" he teased scaring you He kept thrusting and more and more got hurt the more you pleaded whimpered yelped winces or squealed the more turned on he got as he was thrusting he laughed at the bulge in your stomach from his dick "it went to far in you really do like this ya whore"

You let out a whimper when he said that and that was the turning point he said "f-fuckkkkk I'm cummingim cumming" before long ropes of the warm jizz entered your pussy "yeah get pregnant bitch that's your only purpose breeding machines for men" he said at you and said let me clean myself up He then gets a rag and clean you and him up before seeming to get more gentle

"look I'm sorry when I get horny I go feral this is not how I am most of the time your just so fucking hot I just c-cant control myself" he said while cuddling you "I love you I really do and this world is cruel you have no family here no friends Nobody I'm the only one you have so im taking you under my wing figurative and literally" he said laughing since he tucked you in between his warm chubby chest and his soft comforting wings he then gets really soft and says "I've seen you on your own and your in so much danger so many people will try to take advantage of you and you have nobody to run to but me so I take it as my duty to protect you and coddle you like the cute little toy your are" he says that in a low coo while petting you his soft voice seemingly temporally calming you down you start to stop Wriggle and start giving up and snuggling into him causing him to turn bright red "their ya go girlly your a good little Beliver right so you should worship me if it wasn't for me you would not me alive you would not of been a thought you have to thank me for everything and disobeying me is just like spitting in the face of God it will get you banished to rot in hell ya get that" he pats your head as you cuddle into his chest since he's so big you look like a little housecat on his chest ''thats it just let my voice soothe you to sleep once you wake up tomorrow your life will be soon much better he teased as you snuggle against his body "nighty nighty" he says before you drift off to sleep

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snowdropluck204 · 29 days

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L'amore Italiano - Angel Dust x GN! Reader Headcanons

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian

This was a lovely ask that an anon sent me earlier! Tumblr has been playing up today and not saving my stuff... So! I hope this ends up okay... Please note! I do not speak Italian, so these are just translations I found that seemed accurate! Hope that's okay! On with the show! Xxx

Regular Hazbin Warnings Apply!

~ You'd been bust looking for Angel for the last twenty minutes, at this point you were getting worried. ~ You'd text him at least a dozen times, you remember when you used to be worried about being too clingy for him, but he reassured you a dozen times, that he loved it. ~ After the way he was treated most of the time while he was alive, it was common for him to appreciate things that other demons would usually despise, like the coddling and the constant texting. ~ When the two of you were alone, he wasn't Angel Dust, he was Anthony. It was you and him and Fat Nuggets in your own little world, and it was everything either of you wanted. ~ So when you text him earlier, to see if he had eaten lunch, he was in a bad mood, Val had been driving him mad all day, there had been too many guys for him to deal with, so when he tapped out, Val tried to grab a hold of him as he left, but he said he'd come home early. ~ But he still hadn't come up to your room. ~ When he had a day like this, Anthony turned from the sexy, dirty minded, full of innuendos Angel Dust, to someone who wanted nothing to do with sex, he instead wanted to cuddle up and watch some stupid reality show (his favourite at the moment was Cannibalising The Kardashians). ~ So for a while, you sat on the bed, playing with Fat Nuggets, scrolling through Sinstagram, having some fun going through Anthony's closet, but now you were getting worried, he should have been home by now... ~ So you went out to look for him, by now, you had reached the lobby, able to hear Angel's heavy accent, he was at the bar with Husk. ~ You smiled, you were glad he was okay and safe at the hotel, the two of you adored Husk, he had helped Angel out of spirals too many times to count. ~ So you stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt. ~ "Honestly, Val is being such a pain in the ass! Literally! Like, jeez! I need to be able to recover from days like that, but all the days have been like that recently!" He groaned, getting more and more upset. ~ "È sempre, 'Angie succhia questo, Angie scopali,' mi sto stancando fottutamente!" Anthony spat. ~ You felt a shiver run down your spine, you had no clue what Anthony was saying, but holy shit, was it hot! He rarely ever spoke Italian, unless he was immensely angry, and naturally, he'd never gotten that angry at you... ~ But now? Fuck, you wish he had... ~ "Onestamente! Fanculo!" He exclaimed. ~ You wandered over, trying to hide how flustered you were, your cheeks definitely felt flushed... ~ "Angel?" You cooed, leading him to look over his shoulder, see you and relax. ~ "Hey hon, sorry, you probably been texting me, my phone died on the walk over." He told you, wrapping his lower arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss your forehead. ~ Usually when he did this, he'd lean back, smirk and call you short. You'd usually respond by calling him a tree, but he didn't seem very fun-loving today... ~ You tentatively asked, "Everything okay?" ~ Angel nodded, "Yeah, just needed to let off some steam, Val has been really pissing me off today. Stronzo..." He murmured. ~ Jesus, you almost squeaked. ~ Fortunately, Anthony didn't notice. ~ Unfortunately, Husk did... ~ You dreaded the smirk that came across his face. ~ He looked to Angel, "Hey, what does that word mean?" He asked curiously, obviously fake, "What was it again?" ~ Angel looked at him, "What, Stronzo?" He asked. ~ Husk looked at you, seeing your shoulders tense and you shift on your feet, he nodded to Angel. ~ "It means asshole, why?" He asked again. ~ Husk chuckled deeply, "Cause it looks like someone liked the sound of that word... Or maybe the way you said it?" He told Anthony, looking over at you. You winced. ~ Angel followed Husk's gaze, raising and brow and looking you over. ~ He knew you better than anyone, he knew the signs when you were getting a bit hot and bothered and you definitely were! ~ Anthony smirked. You sighed. ~ "Oh, you like that do ya? Cara mio?" He purred in your ear, his arms tightening around you. ~ You ducked your head, the chill spreading across your neck.

This is as much as I could get before tumblr pissed me off... Enjoy! I hope this was okay! Xxx

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newtthetranswriter · 5 months

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Birthday Surprise

Word count: 2232

Paring: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: Having your birthday during the holidays sucks, but maybe Satoru has an idea on how to make it better.

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLEE!!!! Ok so for those who don’t know, today is @bakugoushotwife Birthday, and so I figured I’d write her this cute fic. So Kylee I hope you enjoy, everyone else who reads this I hope you enjoy it as well. Any ways, have a great day and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

I always dreaded my birthday, falling right in the heart of the holiday season. Every year someone offers to do something for my birthday, and it always ends up being Christmas themed, like picking out the Christmas tree or going to look at Christmas lights. For once, I just want my birthday to be about me, not some capitalist cash grab dressed up as an important time of year. Hopefully this year will be different, after all this year I’m with someone whose birthday also falls in December so he understands the pain of birthdays being overlooked in Christmas.

Waking up on the first of December, I forgot what day it was, just ready to go about my day as normal. The only thing that told me something was different about today was the lack of a lanky, blue-eyed man in the bed next to me. Deciding to find my boyfriend, I made my way out of our shared room, wandering to the kitchen, where I could make out quiet curses and the sound of pots and pans hitting each other.

Peering around the corner, I could see Satoru digging through a cupboard, grumbling to him self. After watching this grown man dig through a pile of pots and pans, I decided to show myself and ask if he needs help. “Toru, what are you doing?” I asked, entering the kitchen.

He turned around, startled, letting out a sigh when he realized he’d been caught. “Hey, honey, I was just… organizing the pans.” He said with a pause. After seeing a look on my face that said I wasn’t buying it, he sighed again. Saturo quickly pulled me into a gentle hug, before telling the truth. “You caught me. I was trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday. And I know you didn’t want to do anything for it, but I figured we could go get coffee and maybe get you some new clothes.” He said, rocking us side to side in the middle of the kitchen. Leaning back slightly to place a kiss on my forehead.

I sighed, knowing that no matter what I said, Satoru would insist on doing something today. “Okay, but we are not doing in thing Christmas related no trees, no Santa, none of that cliché stuff.” I said, breaking our embrace to take a shower and get ready for the morning.

“Already covered, no cliché Christmas stuff on the agenda for today.” He crossed his heart before following me to get ready.

After we were both dressed, we head out. Stopping at a local coffee shop for breakfast, as Satoru’s plans for breakfast in bed had been foiled. I ordered a Carmel mocha and a breakfast sandwich, while Satoru got a Hot chocolate and Chocolate croissant. After getting our order, we sat down to enjoy the food.

“So, where are we going first?” I asked as I sipped my coffee.

Satoru smiled at me over his hot chocolate before responding. “I figured we could walk around the mall, and you could pick out anything you want.” He said, taking a bite of his croissant. He was about to say something else when his phone dinged, signalling he had gotten a text. “Give me one second to deal with this.” He then got up and called someone. I watched as he talked to whoever it was in a hushed voice, before hanging up and coming back to the table. “Sorry about that, now let’s go spoil my baby.” He pulled me up from the table and out of the shop.

As we left the shop, I couldn’t help but be curious as to who he was talking to just a bit ago, though I decided that if it was important, he would tell me. And we made our way to the mall. Satoru let me guide him to the shops I wanted to check out, even though I knew he was paying and didn’t have a price limit, I was careful about picking things out. I didn’t want to seem like I was taking advantage of his kindness.

I had amassed a few bags with clothes and trinkets from Box Lunch and Hot topic, I was now headed into a small shop that sold crystals and stuff. While looking at some small crystals, I noticed Satoru looking at his phone. Now it wouldn’t be that weird but normally when we go out like this he’s watching me like a hawk and buying nearly everything I spend more than five seconds looking at, but he’s keeps checking his phone and I can’t help but to be worried. I mean, what if the call earlier was about a curse they needed him for, and he turned them down to spend the day with me. “Hey Toru, is everything okay? You keep checking your phone, if it’s about work you can take me home and then go deal with it, I’ll be fine.” I said, breaking his attention away from the screen.

He looked at me with a small smile, resting his arm across my back, standing next to me. “It’s not work just Megumi asking why I saved Yuji, because apparently he’s currently having an argument with Kugsaki about one of his horror movies.” He explained quickly. Shrugging it off, knowing that was a regular occurrence with the young sorcerers, I went back to looking at the blue crystals in front of me. “You like those, let’s see if they have a big one.” He started sifting through the bin of crystals.

I reached in a grabbed a smaller one that could fit in my pocket, before showing him. “Actually, this one is perfect. It’s the right size to carry in my pocket with me.” I said, receiving a confused look. “That way when you’re away for work, I can look at and be reminded of your beautiful eyes.” I smiled at me.

Satoru stumbled over his words for a moment before following me further into the store as I looked at other trinkets and crystals. By the time we were done in the store, I had picked out a couple small dragon statues and some more crystals. Stepping back out into the mall, I stretched my back and took a moment to think of what to do next. My thoughts were interrupted by Satoru’s phone going off again, though this time it was clearly the ringtone he had set for Shoko. I looked at him concerned. He just smiled and said everything is fine before stepping away again.

I could barely make out what was being said by the two long time friends, well at least Satoru’s side of the conversation. “No nothing Christmas. If I see a single snowflake, I will hollow purple each one of them. Yes, tell them I said that.” I was so confused, what the hell was going on that he felt the need to use hollow purple on someone, and what about snowflakes. Deciding I wasn’t going to try and figure it out, I waved to get his attention before saying I was going into a store just next to where we’re at, I received a thumbs up before he went back to talking quietly to the other party on the line.

After about ten minutes, Satoru joined me in the store. I picked out a couple small things before deciding it was probably time to call it a day. “That’s enough shopping for today, I’m ready to go home and cuddle.” I said, leaning into his side as we walked through the mall. I felt him shift slightly, and saw him pull his phone out to check something. “ For real, what’s up with you and your phone, first you had to take a call while we had coffee, then Megumi is texting you to complain, and you had a rather heated conversation with Shoko. I’m not made just curious, you wanted to spend the day with me, but it’s like every few seconds you have to check your phone, what’s up?” I asked, honestly tired of the constant phone checks.

“Trust me, nothing's going on. Let’s just get home, and we can order from your favorite take out place.” Satoru said, leading me to the car. I sighed, pouting as we got in the car, I know it’s probably nothing, but why won’t he just tell me what’s happening. “Don’t pout, It’ll give you wrinkles.” He said with a laugh, driving towards our house.

When we arrived, I was shocked to find the front door unlocked. “Hey Toru did you remember to lock the front door when we left?” I asked as he came up behind me carrying the bags from the shopping spree.

“Of course I locked the door, what, do you think I’m stupid or something?” He responded.

I rolled my eyes. “No comment on that last part, but if you locked the door, why is it currently unlocked?” I said earning a scoff for my first statement.

He took a moment to think, “Maybe Megumi stopped by to get away from the others and forgot to lock it, remember that I gave him a key.” He tried to explain it. I shrugged, accepting the answer for now.

Pushing the door open I was still a little on guard cause what if it wasn’t Megumi and some creep was hiding in our house. My nerves settled when I flipped the lights on and saw a familiar pair of black shoes by the front door, finally fully accepting that Megumi is here and probably just turned off some off the lights to hang in the darkness. I made way further into the house, going towards the kitchen to set everything down and get a drink of water.

When I got into the kitchen, I flipped the switch and instead of just the lights turning on, nine familiar faces greeted me with a loud course of ‘SURPRISE’, well four loud surprises, one enthusiastic ‘salmon’ and four grumbles of surprise. After getting over my initial shock, I took in my surroundings. Sitting in my dining/living room, was Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, Maki, Toge, Panda, Yuta, Nanami, and Shoko, all wearing those cheap birthday hats. Above the kitchen Island that separated the kitchen from the dining room was a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in bright letters. In the middle of the island rested a two tier cake, decorated with flowers and crystals, with the words ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ written in purple frosting.

I held back tears as I took everything in. I didn’t expect to come home to my two closest friends and the students of Jujutsu tech to be sitting with beautiful cake and decorations. All to celebrate my birthday, when they could be out fighting curses or training. Before I could ask any questions, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind. “Happy Birthday Y/n, I hope you’re not mad that I lied about a few things.” I just smiled at Satoru, tipping my head back to ask for a quick kiss, with a mumbled, thank you.

After separating from Satoru, I went to talk with my guests. I chatted with the students about how their day off has been and jokingly asked how much Satoru had to pay them to do this for me. I received a few comments of how he supposedly threatened them all with his technique, or bribed them with food, but I could tell it was all light-hearted jests at the tall man’s expense.

We spent a few hours eating some take out Satoru had ordered, playing some board games per Satoru’s request, and ended the little get-together with cake. After enjoying the cake, Nanami dismissed himself saying he needed to be up early to get back to work, followed by Shoko leaving to get more cigarettes. Once they left, Maki and Megumi were the responsible pair of the seven students and basically dragged three of the other five out of our house with Yuta and Nobara following behind wishing us both a good night.

After doing a half-assed job cleaning everything up, just sticking the leftovers in the fridge, me and Satoru made our way to the bedroom to lay down for the night. Once Satoru had turned off the lights and joined me on the bed, I moved to lay my head on his chest and curl into his side. “Toru” I said quietly, receiving a hum in response. “Thank you again for today, I truly appreciate it. It truly was the best birthday ever.”

He pulled me tighter to his chest before responding. “Of course love. I know it can be hard having your birthday so close to Christmas, everyone always kinda overlooks those of us born in December because of it. But I will never overlook you, I love you too much.” Satoru placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I turned my head to look into his eyes, leaning up slightly for another kiss. “I love you too, Satoru. Although your birthday is in a week, now I have to find a way to one up you.” I said, pulling away. He just chuckled at me, as I laid back down on his chest.

“Just having you here with me is enough.” He said as we both drifted off to sleep.

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 10 months

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Genre : fluff, the ending's a bit angsty tho.

Summary : In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.

Request/idea by: lassiraa (didn;t know if she wanted to be tagged oops)

Wordcount: 1.3k lol

Miguel O’hara Masterlist

Miguel glances at his phone yet again, admittedly a little worried. The cute cafe you work at had been busy today, filled to the brim with customers. When you had texted him earlier that you would be late for your movie night, he understood. In return, he had replied that he could eventually pick you up, asking at what time you would be done. You haven't responded though, probably too occupied with cleaning the place.

It's thankfully not too late just yet, but it's started raining dogs and cats since about an hour back. He just hopes you'll catch the bus to HQ.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait all too long, a sudden knock at his door sounding through his room.

His room is admittedly bigger than the other spiders' rooms who stay. His looking more like an apartment, the only thing missing is a livingroom and a diningroom. It's basically a small studio apartment.

It doesn't take him long to open the door. The first thing he notices when he does so is that you're completely drenched.

He sighs as he lets you in.

" Why didn't you take the bus? " He asks, going straight to the point.

" Because I would have to wait more than thirty minutes. Walking was faster. Hello to you too by the way." You roll your eyes.

He doesn't miss the shivering of your body.

" Yeah, hey. You should've called me. " He scolds you, yet again.

" Yeah, yeah. I won't die from a little rain Miguel, relax." You tell him, before sniffing once you've taken your shoes off.

The two of you suddenly find yourself in a bit of an awkward stare. The one where his thoughts are running through his head and you're really trying to figure it out without communicating.

' Yeah. she's going to be sick tomorrow.'

'Bet he's thinking about throwing some pizzas in'

" Are you thinking of pizzas?" You ask him, making him blink.

" Yes, totally. Go shower while I throw them in the oven." He tells you, turning his back to you.

You blink, confused. You don't have a change of your clothes lying around at his place. However, before any words can leave your now opened mouth, a bunch of clothes are thrown at you, along with a towel.

" Just wear my stuff, I don't care. Just don't want your ass sick in the morning." He says, hurriedly walking into the kitchen.

That was a lie, he actually very much does care. Especially about you wearing his stuff.

Miguel is a domestic man, especially after all he's been through. The idea of the two of you hanging out, cuddling up like you sometimes do, whilst wearing his clothes creates a pleasant image in his head.

It doesn't take long before you're out of the shower, and soon enough the two of you are eating pizza whilst arguing over what movie to watch. Eventually (after a whole while, the pizzas are actually already through), the two of you set on watching an action film.

And as the two of you move to sit on his bed like usual, he notices you glancing at him a little more than usual.

" What is it?" He asks as he glances back at you.

" Can we cuddle?" You ask him, biting your lip.

He gives you a smile as he nods.

" Sure."

He hopes you don't notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

When he wakes the next morning, he notices a few things. One, you're pressed up to his side, cuddling into his large frame, your face buried in his chest. Two, how well rested he feels. It's been a good while since he felt like this. And three, you're way too hot to not be sick.

With a soft sigh, he contemplates on his decision. He wants to stay home to take care of you, but he's also supposed to look for anomalies a few floors down.

It's embarrassing how quick he actually manages to make a decision.

Would it even be worth fighting for the multiverse if you aren't in his?

And so he finds himself putting together an amount of hologram screens and such to be able to work from his apartment.

It takes a while before you wake up, but when you do, you merely turn on your ass and fall back asleep in a ridiculous position again. However, not too long after that, you wake again, looking around a little confused whilst you sit up. You wrap the blanket closer around you, wrapping yourself completely up in it with the exception of your face.

" Hm?"

" I feel like a boiled sausage." You grunt in annoyance, before flopping down on his bed again.

He can't help but smile.

" I'm afraid you're sick, Perla." He tells you.

You curl up.

" What? No I'm not. Feel great'." You grumble sarcastically.

He shakes his head.

" What would you like for breakfast?" He asks in return.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

" Nothing, my stumic feels queasy- Wait, since when are you able to work from up here?" You ask, noticing he now actually has a chair in his room. And a desk. And a lot of screens.

" Since today. And still, you should eat." He says as he gets up.

Whilst he walks off to do whatever, you take a moment to study his new set up. You've never really paid any attention to his work before, not really liking 'office work' as you tend to call it. A moment later he returns, a plate with food in hand. He hands it to you wordlessly. You get up from his bed to eat (you're not a psycho).

" Soo, am I helping with work today?" You ask him, leaning onto his chair from behind him. You try to ignore the obvious shivers of your skin. You definitely have a fever.

He glances at you.

" No. You're going to lie down and rest. I'm going to work." He tells you before he gets up.

To your utter suprise, he turns to you, his huge posture suddenly looming over yours. With gentle hands, he leads you backwards to his bed, your knees bending when the back of your legs touch the bed. He bends down to maneuver the rest of your body onto the bed, getting you to lay sideways. He tucks you in aswell, before the two of you end up staring awkwardly at one another yet again.

" G'night." He greets you, before turning to his hologram screens again.

You watch him work for a moment, studying the screens as well. There's nothing interesting currently happening. It doesn't take long before you doze off.

Miguel watches you once you've fallen asleep fondly. He's really falling further and further into the feelings he's hiding for you. In moments like this, he believes he could do it. Maybe he could be happily in a relationship with you while also helping the multiverse. He shakes his head, running his hands over his face before sighing deeply. What the hell is he starting to think about? He's spiderman. He can't have you, no matter how bad he wants you.

With another deep sigh, he makes a hard decision.

He has to create space between the two of you.

[ A/N: Next update'll take a while, I'm on a vacay with my mum for next week so see ya'll after that.]

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ye4gerism · 10 months

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THE BACHELORETTE!!! chp two part two

an: i’m really sorry for the inactivity. i went on a trip and didn’t write while on it :( i’m going on another trip this week and i’m not sure if there’ll be a chapter this weekend. thank you to those who have been patient! poll on the bottom (i don’t really like this chapter😭)

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After the first group date, you had already determined who you were going to send home.

You had a good night’s rest that night and were fueled for the next afternoon for your second date. Three people were on this date, so you expected no chaos.

You were advised to wear something light and flexible due to the hot weather. After getting ready, you made your way to your vehicle. On your way, you said your good mornings to whoever was awake and ready for the day. You honestly felt like those white girls off of TikTok with their four am routines, all productive and stuff.

That feeling of cloud nine dissolved when you opened the car door and saw Zeke sitting inside. You wanted to question his actions surrounding the dates but it was the first week and you didn’t want to screw everything over.

“Good morning, y/n! Today, Pieck will be joining you in judging the contestants’ artistic activities.” Of course, he was all chipper and happy- it was almost robotic. “Good morning to you too, Zeke,” you muttered.

The drive took you to a beachy area. “If you just follow the petals on the floor, you will see a bunch of easels and the guys,” Zeke instructed. You nod and say your goodbyes to him as you exit the vehicle. You follow his instructions and find the painting easels as well as the guys.

“Aren’t you guys hot?” you ask teasingly. Onyankopon, Armin, and Reiner look over at you and their faces light up. “Well, you tell us,” Reiner answers back, a small chuckle following after. “Ok, but seriously, how long have you been out here? You guys looked parched. Did Zeke not provide any water for you guys?” The guys were all sweaty despite their summer clothing. What the hell was going on? You knew reality t.v. was a serious thing but was Zeke and the tech crew violating human rights for the sake of the show? You were definitely going to have a talk with him.

“You guys can take a break and I can ask Pieck to bring refreshments if she can.” You pull out your phone to shoot her a text. “I’d do anything for you, y/n, even if it means turning into a puddle due to the heat,” Armin responds in protest. He doesn’t wait for you to respond before going back to his painting. Onyankopon rolls his eyes as he makes his way towards you. “How did you sleep last night? I heard yesterday’s dates were quite interesting,” he starts. As Onyankopon is asking his questions, Reiner quits painting and makes his way towards you as well. “Well, it was eventful. I truly wasn’t prepared for that baby task. It was really odd but I think this tops it. Why the hell is there no water, no food, no nothing? It’s like he put you in the middle of nowhere,” you rambled.

Reiner and Onyankopon watch you speak and are unsure of what to say. They truly didn’t realize the severity of the situation at first. “You know what? None of you are getting eliminated tonight,” you declare. You look over at Armin, who’s still painting. “Except maybe that one.”

“While we wait for Pieck, why don’t we, you know, get to know each other a bit?” Reiner starts. “It’d get your mind off of everything.” You nod, hoping that Reiner was right. You don’t have any questions at the moment, so there’s an awkward silence. “Did you pick this date?” Onyankopon asks. You shoot him a glare. “Of course, I didn’t pick this! I wouldn’t just-” “No, like the painting part. Do you like painting or any type of art?” You feel a little bad for snapping at Onyankopon. “I think looking at paintings is fun sometimes. I don’t actually paint myself.”

“You know, my niece and I would love to have you over to paint with us. She loves painting,” Reiner jumps in. “I would love that, Reiner. I bet she’s a great painter too,” you reply.

As if on cue, Pieck starts walking up to you guys. You notice her hands are empty. “Hey,” she starts. She looks at Onyankopon and Reiner and remembers to introduce herself. “I’m Pieck! I’ll be helping out y/n throughout the show.” The two guys introduce themselves and point out Armin, who seems to be burning out and isn’t painting as seriously as he was before. “I didn’t get your text until I was almost on my way here,” Pieck says apologetically. “Yeah, I can see that,” you answer. You get out an annoyed sigh. “I’m canceling the date. This is absolutely ridiculous. I have a serious bone to pick with Zeke.”

The second Rose Ceremony was tonight. After much consideration, you knew who you wanted to eliminate.

“So, I won’t lie to you guys, today’s been a hard day and I haven’t really been impressed by anyone during any of my dates,” you start. “I have to sleep on my solo date selection because I feel like none of you are deserving of my time at the moment but I guess for the sake of the show I have to choose one of you…” You look at Zeke. “Or maybe one of you will be chosen for me. Who knows?”

You start calling out the names of the rose recipients. “Armin, Onyankopon, Reiner, Connie, Jean, and…”

Porco, Colt, and Eren are the only individuals left without a rose.

“…Eren.”

Eren lets out a sigh of relief and walks towards you to receive the last rose.

“Porco, Colt, I have to say that I wasn’t very impressed by either of you. Please pack your bags,” you say. It feels pretty weird saying what Zeke was supposed to say but you were so fed up with him you didn’t even want to hear his voice.

Porco and Colt took their leave and the current contestants followed after so that they could get ready for bed. You and Zeke were left. He comes up to you and opens his mouth but you start talking before he gets a chance. “I don’t know what game you’re playing but I don’t like to. I don’t care if it’s production or if you’re just weird like that; the bullshit that’s been happening these past few days better not happen again.”

i truly wasn’t happy with this chapter. a lot of bs everywhere but🤷🏾‍♀️ here’s the poll! i’ll see if i can get a magazine post out on the weekend!

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gloomysoup · 5 months

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Number 13 for the Spotify fics!

this is a little shorter than i wanted these to be, however i didn't wanna add more and risk taking away from the feeling i was aiming to portray here so this is what you get :)

13. My Therapist Told Me by Xana

“Eddie, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

He refuses to look up at the woman sitting across from him, in her nice chair with her clipboard and the pen that keeps writing every time he opens his mouth. She’s a good therapist. She’s helped him with a lot of stuff. That doesn’t mean he likes what she's saying.

“You don’t get it,” he says softly.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He hopes it is him. He starts to reach for it, on impulse, but he can feel her eyes on him. Judgmental. Disappointed. He lets his hand drop back into his lap.

“This isn’t good for you, Eddie. You know that.” He eyes the framed diplomas on her wall like he always does when this comes up in their sessions. “Are you still drinking?”

His blunt nails dig into his palm. The sting is grounding. “That has nothing to do with Steve.”

“Doesn’t it, though?”

She’s right. It has almost everything to do with Steve. Eddie hates it. He hates when she’s right, which is often.

“We’re just friends.”

“Are you?”

“What’s with all the goddamn questions today?” Eddie snaps, finally directing his attention to her. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

She takes a breath and nods. “We’ve talked about this before, Eddie. You know that whatever is going on between the two of you is not good for you. I’m only trying to help you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t need your help with this.”

He stands up and leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. She doesn’t protest. He storms out of the building, throwing his car door open and slamming it shut. His phone buzzes again. He doesn’t stop himself this time. He pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen. Two texts from Steve. One from Chrissy. Another from Gareth. He opens Steve’s, ignoring the others.

[ Steve 🥵 ] : thinking of you 😉

There’s a photo attached. Steve, laying in bed, shirtless. There’s a telltale tint of pink on his cheeks, bringing out some of Eddie’s favorite freckles. His hair is a little messy. Eddie knows, just out of frame, he’s got a hand around himself.

“Fuck!” Eddie groans, hitting his forehead on his steering wheel.

He can’t keep doing this. He can't.

But Eddie is nothing if not a weak man for Steve Harrington.

[ Eddie ] : I’ll be there in five.

Eddie doesn’t know why he keeps doing this. His therapist is right. His friends are right. This isn’t good for him. But then he has Steve in his bed, arching beneath him and making those sounds, and he knows he can’t get away. He’ll always fall back into the same cycles.

Hot breath. Tan skin. He maps Steve’s body with his hands, dragging fingertips over the contours he knows so well. Charting constellations between his freckles and moles. Plush lips brushing his, swallowing every noise this beautiful creature gives him. He revels in dragging that gorgeous shade of pink to the surface of Steve’s skin.

It never matters if he leaves marks.

Eddie isn’t the only one who gets to have him.

He wishes he was the only one.

Then it all ends. Fantasy melts away, leaving only reality. Steve isn’t his anymore.

“This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together,” Steve whispers between them in the hazy afterglow. “We’re just friends.”

"I know," Eddie responds, just as quiet.

It’s always the same routine.

They’re just friends.

Eddie hates it. He’s always fucking himself over. Even with all the games he plays, the space he constantly takes up in Eddie’s brain, Steve knows good and well Eddie can’t get away from this. He always comes back. He always leaves alone. The cycle repeats itself.

He goes to the bar, orders a whiskey, then another and another. He knows it’s a bad idea. That doesn’t stop him. He can’t keep getting sober just to fall apart again, just to want Steve more. So he drinks. Distracts himself from the truth with every burning swallow of amber liquid. Pretends to be okay.

His therapist is right. Again. His friends are right. Again. That doesn’t mean he can stop.

Three days later, his phone pings with a text.

[ Steve 🥵 ] : thinking of you <3

A photo attached.

And once again….

[ Eddie ] : See you in ten.

#soup's spotify wrapped series #gloomysoup writes #gloomysoup writing #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #past steddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst

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anime-cumdump · 1 year

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You Thought

Cheating!Oikawa x Cheating!reader

Iwaizumi x reader

Warnings: smut, cheating....yea

Also reader is she/her

a/n: no this was not requested just something my horny mind thought of (if I even post it)

18+ Minors DNI

Oikawa couldn't take this anymore

Any time he was away for volleyball games he would always get busy with some girl who he didn't know the name of and didn't care for. But out of the blue you started being so loving to him, more than usual. Today you made him a lunch that had a note written on it don't forget to eat my love. I miss you already <3. What was he doing? You were the most loving perfect person and especially girlfriend in the world and here he was in another girl's bed.

He started to feel really bad you were perfect. Kind, Beautiful, Loyal -or at least that's what he thought

But the truth is honestly you could care less about Oikawa now. Not when Iwaizumi was ramming into you like a madman

"Hah- slow down" you whined as Iwaizumi slammed his cock into you at an unfathomable speed "Sorry- I just can't control myself- fuck so tight" Yea you were fucking Iwaizumi. Oikawa's best friend. Honestly you knew Oikawa was cheating that's why you upped your lovable factor. You don't care if he's a man-whore, honestly he could get std's and sti's all he wants. But to disrespect you. As if you were letting him get away with that so you made him feel bad and started a relationship with Iwaizumi who you always found hot anyways.

"fuck zumi. M' so close" Iwaizumi wrapped his hand around your neck "same baby" Iwaizumi started thrusting faster causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head and your tongue to loll out of your mouth. "Oh shit, m' gonna- ngh" you were cut off by your orgasm and Iwaizumi's. Once you both came down from your high you started to cuddle. Iwaizumi broke the silence "As always that was amazing baby" "mhm" "Is something wrong" Iwaizumi asked confused" you sighed and sat up looking at Iwaizumi you said "Your such a better boyfriend" you looked down "and it's not fair that at first I was using you because of Oikawa or that I have even broken with hime yet or-" "Hey" Iwaizumi held your face. You were on the verge of tears "I am fine with all that because if none of that happened then we wouldn't be together. You and Oikawa are barely even dating anymore so that's fine too and If you want to finally break up with him then how do you want to do it and how can I help?" Iwaizumi's words brought a mischievous thought to your mind. You paused "Zumi" "yes?" Iwaizumi responded a little scared "do you still have those pictures and videos"

And 10 minutes later Oikawa got like 30 things sent to him and at first it was you and Iwaizumi on dates but he assumed it was just you guys getting along, Until, he saw a video that Iwaizumi kissed you in. Then as he went up it got spicier and spicer nudes, sexting, and all kinds of other stuff but one he got to the top of all the attachments he saw a video

He opened it. That was the worst mistake of his life because once he did he saw you bouncing up and down on the bed moaning Iwaizumi's name. Just when he was about to text back you texted 'we're over you cheating fuck' with the middle finger emoji. That's when he finally realized that he was fucked

a/n: this story fucking sucks but I hope y'all like it

#haikyuu #cheating #fem reader #haikyuu oikawa #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime #anime smut #smut

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aangstycareberrr · 1 year

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Partners, pt. 3

summary: college au / you and Kenma get paired up for a project together and fun stuff happens

Kenma x reader, ft. Kuroo

part 1 part 2

warnings: not smut but there is sex, no explicit details tho

a/n: last part! hope you enjoy! i’m really happy with how this part turned out tbh.

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You and Kenma had planned to meet up today, the day after the party, to finish working on the project . However, that was before last night, before you kissed. You're not sure exactly how to approach today. Are you gonna talk about the kiss? Does this mean you guys are going to date? Should you go back to treating him like just a classmate? And then a more sour thought enters your mind. What if he regrets it and wants to act like it never happened? You sit on your bed staring down at your phone. It's messy with your clothes sprawled out on it from the closet ransack that took place 20 minutes prior, in an effort to find the right outfit for today. Your fingers hover over the keyboard on Kenma’s chat thinking of what to type out, you stare at his last message. "home :)" he wouldn't say that if he regretted the kiss right? Suddenly a bubble indicating that Kenma's typing comes up, ridding you of the burden of having to text first. You let out a sigh of relief but immediately tense up again at the uncertainness of what he'll say. Finally a text comes up, "Good morning, we're still meeting today right? I was thinking my place today, if you're comfortable with it? lmk". The thought of going over to his place makes you excited but also a bit apprehensive. You'd love to hang out with him more closely, in a private space, but what if he's one of those guys who just treats you well to get into your pants? What if he disregards the project because of that? As you think about what to reply, you remember what you had decided at the very start of this project: you wouldn't go into it with a defeatist attitude; that decision hadn't left you regretful so far and, although this isn't the outcome that you had expected at all, you're choosing to go forward with that mentality. With that, you respond to Kenma, "Sounds good! see u in a bit".

You make the short walk across the street to his building, and as you ride the elevator up to his floor your nerves increase. Your hands are sweating and it's not just because of the fact that you're currently holding two hot coffees in them. You decided to bring Kenma one as well, it's not super early in the morning, but still earlier than most college students would like to be awake on a friday morning, plus you remembered his order from last time at the café, so you figured it couldn't hurt. As you reached his doorway, you stared at it for a few seconds longer than any normal person would. god this is ridiculous, just knock you coward. As you let more time pass, more nerves started building up in you. Eventually you gathered the courage to knock on the door, but just before your knuckles could collide with the wood, it cracked open. Kenma stood on the doorway and you stared at him with wide eyes. He laughs softly at your expression and says "sorry, i didn't mean to startle you. It's just I could hear your footsteps down the halway and... you took a while to knock... I wanted to make sure you were ok." His eyes are kind as he holds your gaze and he has a small smile, it's inviting. In this moment your nerves fade away, once again his calming presence takes over you and you know you have no need to feel anything but safe around him. Kenma invites you in and as you walk into his apartment you realize how spacious it is. It's a huge upgrade from your small studio apartment, and way bigger than most regular college students could afford. holy shit, he's rich. "Is that for me or are you just really tired this morning?", he says, interrupting your train of thought. "oh yeah!", you hand him his coffee, "i thought you could use a little boost this morning, i know i do", you say jokingly and he responds, "Yeah, we were up pretty late last night huh". He's lightly chewing on the inside of his lip, trying to suppress a smile. He stares at you trying to gauge your reaction. He was up all night thinking about you, about your kiss, and he wonders if you did the same. His comment stuns you into silence, you weren't expecting him to bring it up so soon but you decide to go with it. "Yeah we were... I don't mind though, it was nice" He stares up at you finally letting himself smile fully and you return his enthusiasm, relief washed over both of you with the mutual understanding that you're both in the same boat with your emotions.

With that, you guys get to work on the project. Just like last time, you and Kenma make an excellent pair, working together in near perfect harmony. You let your mind wander for a bit about how well you two would work in a relationship. After about three hours you guys had finished your project. You wish you could feel relieved, but part of you wishes it would have taken longer so you could spend more time with Kenma. "Would you want to stay?", Kenma says, snapping you out of your disappointment. He follows up, "I mean, if you don't have any other plans. We could play games together, or watch a movie. Anything you want really... I just... I'd like to spend more time with you." He looks at you tentatively, clearly nervous but trying to conceal it. He looks so adorable. Not being able to contain your smile, you respond playfully. "will you be upset if i kick your ass at mario kart?", he looks surprised for just a moment before matching your energy. "You're on"

You guys play a few rounds of Mario Kart together and you feel pure unabashed joy. You laugh together loudly and scream at each other shamelessly when the other wins. You had both won twice and decided to play a final tiebreaker round. Both of your characters are neck and neck, moments away from the finish line. You really want to win this round and an idea pops into your head. You place a soft kiss against Kenmas cheek, making him look over at you in surprise. You bump his character off the track and use your turbo in the blink of an eye, making you finish in first place. "That's not fair! you play SO dirty!", "maybe, but you're still a loser" He stares at you in shock but clearly impressed. "You want a rematch?", you ask. "Not right now", when he says this you stare at him and his demeanor has changed slightly. He's still smiling but he's staring at you intensely with a look of determination. Suddenly he grabs your controller from your hands and tosses it aside, along with his, and briskly leans in and kisses you, holding your face in his hands. This kiss is different from your last one, it's more determined, you can feel him concentrating on nothing else but kissing you, you're his priority at this moment. He pulls away and moves his hands from your face towards your hands, holding them in his. "I don't really do this a lot, and I hope I'm not missing some unspoken social cue by saying this right now... but I really like you." You stare at his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but find none. You let yourself smile and melt into his affection. "I really like you too." "Yeah?" "Yeah", you nod quickly and he kisses you again. This time he has one hand on your waist and the other on your knee, you bring both your hands to hold his neck and jaw, deepening the kiss. You both explore each other's mouths enthusiastically, he lightly bites your bottom lip, which surprises you a bit, but you don't mind. You bring your hands to the hem of his shirt before bringing your hands under it to feel his abdomen. He removes his shirt and you're grateful he caught your subtle request. He tentatively kisses along your jaw, and you give him full access, indicating that it's ok. He raises one hand a bit from your waist to the underside of your breast, rubbing lightly. "Is this ok?" "yes", you whisper. After a bit more of your makeout session, you end up on his lap, your top discarded, leaving you in your bra. "Do you... wanna go to my room?" "yes please" He smiles and guides you to his room, holding your hand.

You wake up on Kenmas bed, several hours later, a bit disoriented. You open your eyes and look to your side, where he's sleeping peacefully, face down with an arm thrown around your waist. The memories of what you guys did together swimming around in your mind. You sigh in happiness. On top of everything else that makes him amazing, Kenma was one of the best sexual partners you'd ever had, it almost makes you question what he said about not doing this a lot. He was such a giver, and so gentle when he needed to be, but also just the right amount of rough when you wanted him to be. He listened to your body fully and took his cues from you, instead of prioritizing his own pleasure. After a moment of revelling in the amazing sex you just had with the gorgeous guy laying next to you, you realize that you're actually starving. You gently slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. You pick up your shorts from his bedroom floor and find one of his shirts and throw it on. You carefully walk out of his bedroom, and as you finish closing his door with the utmost care and precision so as to not wake the sleeping boy. You gently let out a breath, relaxing, but you tensed up once again when you heard: "Holy shit". Startled, you turn towards the sound and find Kuroo standing in the kitchen holding two bags of what looks like takeout. "Oh my god you scared the shit out of me!", Ignoring your comment, Kuroo asks, "Did you have sex with Kenma?". His tone is shocked and you can't tell what you're supposed to make of it. Feeling a little insecure you respond "am i getting slut-shamed?", half jokingly. This makes kuroo shake his head and clarify, "God no, not at all, i'm just shocked cause like, its Kenma! he never does this sort of thing... Was he good?" "Oh my god, seriously?" "Ok i'm sorry, i'm just excited, he's my best friend", Kuroo says, holding his hands up in defense. You can't help but feel a tiny bit amused at his excitement, as inappropriate as the manifestation of it was, you decide to give him a crumb of information. "It was very good, he's... very generous" "Wow, im learning so much right now". You let out a laugh at his excitement over his friend's hookup and then say, "So what are you doing here?" "Kenma hasn't answered his phone in hours, i wanted to make sure he wasn't in the early stages of decomposition", this makes you laugh. You feel your stomach rumble and look over at the bags that kuroo has now set down on the dining table. "Is that food?" "Yeah, Kenma has many talents, one of them being completely ignoring his body's physical needs,so I bring him food sometimes to make sure he eats. You can have some, there's enough to feed a family of four." "Ok, thanks" You smile politely at him and walk over to the table. "So Kenma really doesn't have many girls over? or are you just trying to make him look good?" Kuroo laughs before answering honestly "Not at all, you know he's had girlfriends before, but they haven't lasted long. It takes a while for him to warm up to people and feel safe around them, even just the fact that he fell asleep with you around is impressive." You talk with kuroo a bit more while eating, eventually when you both finish, you move on to the couch to play smash. You beat kuroo an embarrassing amount of times.

After about an hour Kenma walks out of his room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He sees you and Kuroo on the couch and hears you say "I don't think i've ever witnessed anyone be so bad at this game", he watches you and kuroo laughing together like you've known each other for a long time and smiles fondly. He's happy to see you get along with his best friend so well. "Hey", he says, announcing his presence to you and kuroo. "Oh hey", you say, smiling up at him and he smiles back at you adoringly. "Hey man, I should get going but I brought you food. It's on the table, that should last you a few days", Kuroo says, getting up from the couch. He says goodbye to you and hugs Kenma before leaving. "How'd you sleep?" you ask, now that you two are alone. "Really well" he comes up and gives you a kiss on the cheek from behind the couch. You turn your head towards him and give him a light kiss on the lips. "Sorry about leaving you here alone with kuroo, you could've woken me", "It's alright, i don't mind, besides you looked really peaceful and i didn't want to disturb you." He gives you another light peck before walking over to the dining table to grab himself some food. "After i'm done eating i want that rematch on Mario Kart." "What? I didn't embarrass you enough last time?" You reply teasingly, while laughing.

You can't believe how happy and comfortable you feel after spending just two days with this guy. You remember the reason you met him in the first place and you smile, thinking that from now on, poli-sci will be a much more exciting class.

#kenma imagine #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma #hq kenma #kenma x y/n #kenma x reader #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hq x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!

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orangeinecstasy · 9 months

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cup of music, part two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟryan mcmahon

✧: part one

paring: ryan x fem!oc

summery: erin finally gets a glimpse at the rockstar girlfriend lifestyle.

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so please feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

wc: 2.5 k

*likes, reblogs, and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Ryan had last seen each other. Because I and school and Ryan had stuff with his band, it felt almost impossible for us to meet up. That, however, didn't prevent us from calling and texting each other practically every minute of the day. He would show you his art while you would talk about your classes and working at the shop. He was like a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day.

Today, thankfully, was a beautiful spring day. Everything around me was so green and vibrantly in bloom, making the fact that I had to study slightly less bearable. As I stared outside, the glass of the cafe window separating me from the world's beauty, my phone started to vibrate on the counter. Flipping it over, my face lit up once I saw Ryan's name across the top of it.

"Hey!" I say, answering the phone. I didn't know what it was, but my heart skipped a beat whenever he called me.

"Hey!! What are you up to?" I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"Just studying for this bullshit test. You?" I slip my pencil into my notebook and shut it to focus more clearly on Ryan. "Damn, that sucks, love. If you're free a little later, I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner and maybe come to one of my shows?" I was honestly kind of shocked that he asked me to come to one of the shows so soon. There was a stereotype that people in bands had a reputation for keeping their relationships as open as possible. I knew Ryan, and I didn't have a set label, but that simple question caused my heart to give in to him more.

"Erin? You there?" I was so struck with shock that I forgot to respond. "Oh, yeah, sorry," laughing, I respond, "I'd love that. Just text me with all the details of that stuff." He hummed a soft response, "Will do. I'll talk to you later, yeah."

"Yeah!" The call ended, and I couldn't help but look down at my phone and smile. I was falling for him hard and fast.

After a few more hours of studying, I left the library and headed back home to change into something a bit cuter.

I didn't know much about Ryan's band. Just that he was the drummer, and Josh, the friend who came with him to the shop the last time, was their guitarist.

Because I didn't know what the video of the night would be, I settled on a black shirt with a low-scoping back that allowed for the tattoo of lilies of the valley on my spine to be exposed. Finally, I slipped on some jeans, a belt, and my trusty pair of black platform docs and headed out to meet Ryan at the dinner spot.

Thankfully the restaurant was only a five-minute walk from my apartment, so I decided to enjoy the beautiful weather and walk there. I hummed softly as I walked, and soon enough, Ryan came into view.

"Ryan!!" I call out to him, waving, his a giant smile on my face. "Erin!" he jogged over, arms engulfing me in a hug that slightly raised me off the ground. I didn't realize how strong he was, but that's what comes with being a drummer.

Hugging back, my lungs fill with his woody scent. "It's so good to see you." my feet again touched the ground as we slightly pulled away from the hug. I gently reach up, touching his cheek, and he leans into my touch. "It's really good seeing you too."

He took my hand, and the two of us walked into the cute cafe-style restaurant. "I hope you like this place. I've only been here a couple of times, but it's always been really nice." he squeezed my hand softly. "I'm sure I'll love it." I smile up at him, returning the squeeze.

Once we sat down at a table next to the large open windows and ordered, we spent nearly two hours just chatting. It was so lovely to sit there and talk with him about anything and every as we exchanged small touches. He was effortlessly funny and even more handsome than the last time I had seen him. After we finished, we decided to head out to the venue where he played tonight.

Our clasped hands swing between us as we walk to the venue. "So, you already know Josh. That leaves Eli and Robert. They're great, though Robert can be kind of... unfiltered at times." Nodding, I respond, "Cool! What type of music do you guys play? Should I be expecting jazz or heavy metal slipknot-type stuff?" he laughs, free hand running through his hair. "It's like alternative rock-pop-ish. You'll like it, promise."

"Hmm... okay, I trust you." leaning up, I kiss his cheek gently, leaving a berry stain on his cheek. "Oh, shit, sorry." laughing, I try and rub the lipgloss off of his cheek. "Don't be sorry. I like it; it's cute." I blush slightly at his comment.

The two of us got closer to the venue, fans coming into view. "Don't be worried, okay? They're usually super nice." He lets his hand drift on my bare back, creating a comforting touch. "I trust you."

Soon enough, the two of us got spotted. Fans started to scream Ryan's name as he walked past, some whispering to each other, asking who I was. But Ryan was unfazed, continuing to be his happy self as he waved back to the fans, returning some highs and I love yous. Seeing him be himself around the fans made him even more attractive. How confident and unwilling to create some rockstar persona showed me how lucky I had been.

Finally, the two of us were able to slip into the venue. "I hope that wasn't too overwhelming for you." looking down at me, he moved some hair from my face. "It was fine. They seem to really love you a lot."

Nodding, he smiles. "Yeah, they're the best. Ready to meet the guys?" I hum in response, his hand falling naturally back into mine as we walk to the dressing room.

The door was already open, allowing the chatter and music coming from inside to spill into the hallway. As we walked in, the smell of cigarette smoke, wood, and metal filled my lungs and mixed to have a pleasant smell.

Ryan cleared his throat, to which the music and chatter quickly stopped. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Erin." I wave as the guys start to stand. "Erin! It's good to see you again!" Josh said, pulling me into a tight friendly hug. "It's good to see you too." hugging back, laughing lightly at his enthusiasm. "I'm Eli. It's nice to meet you. Ryan seriously wouldn't shut up about you." we hug quickly before I meet the final band member. "I'm Robert. It's grand to meet you." I gave out the last hug. Though I was nervous before meeting the lads, they all seemed nice. "It's really wonderful to meet you all too. I'm super excited to watch you play!"

"I'm going to show her around a bit more before they let everyone in for the show. I'll see you, lads, in a few." As we walk back out of the room, I give them a little wave, hoping that I seemed friendly in our small interaction.

"Soooo, you always talk about me, do ya?" I nudge his side a few times before we start laughing. "I'm not even going to try and pretend like I don't. I like you a lot." he rubs his nape, making his slight embarrassment more noticeable. "I like you a lot, too." my arm loops around him as I rest my head on his shoulder.

We chatted as we walked around before, and finally, the two of us ended up on the stage. Ryan pointed out the guy's guitars before we got to the drum set. "It's so cool that you play the drums. It really fits your character." My fingers glide across the smooth cold metal of the symbols. "You're so fucking sweet," he kisses my head. "Here, sit down. I'll teach you how to play a little something." He settles himself on the stool, then pats his knee.

Sitting down on his knee, I move my hair, allowing it to lay across my shoulder, exposing my bare back and tattoo. "Holy shit Erin, this is beautiful." his hand travels down my spine, stopping at my mid-back. "I'm glad you like it. Lilies of the Vally they're my favorite." he takes a pair of drumsticks out of their holder. "I'll keep that in mind."

Handing me the drumsticks, his arms lay across mine, hands helping me hold the drumsticks in my own. "Okay, let me just test this," he stepped on the foot pedal, causing a thud to vibrate off the bass. "Hmm, okay, cool, ready?" nodding, our arms start to move together. It was just a simple beat, but it was fun to experience something Ryan was passionate about.

After a little bit of play, we stopped, the vibrations of the drums melting into the floor. I turned to face him, "See, you're not half bad." he smiled, hands moving from my arms to around my waist. "I think that's just because I have such an amazing teacher." I didn't know what it was, but at this moment, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh really? How good?" Ryan's gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back up again. My heart beats faster as I lean down, our lips connecting shyly but soon melting together as the kiss becomes deeper.

Pulling away, my heart settled slightly. "Prove my point?" I move some hair from his face. "I think I need to test that again." he gives me a soft kiss, the biggest smile on his face. "Yeah, the point is proven." I shake my head. "You're such a dork."

Finally, it was time for the show. The fans' energy was terrific as they crowded into the venue, adorning cowboy hats and other fun accessories. Because I didn't want to take a good spot away from someone, I opted to stand on the side of the stage. "Hey, you're going to kill it out there." Squeezing Ryan's hand, I give him a peck on the cheek before he and the band member have to settle on the stage. "Thanks, love. I hope you enjoy." He returned the squeeze before the boys got the cue to go onstage.

The fan erupted in cheers as the boys walked on. Even though I only knew Ryan well, I was proud of all four lads. From what Ryan told me, they worked so hard to get where they are now, and it's so beautiful seeing someone you care about achieve their dreams.

The music was fucking amazing. I couldn't help myself from dancing and yelling along with the crowd. The energy was like nothing I had felt before, and being able to feel the mix of the instruments vibrate through the floor put me into some sort of trance. And Ryan, holy shit, it was amazing to see him play. Every once in a while, we would make eye contact between songs, or when the guys were switching out his guitars, even in a moment where he should feel like he's on top of the world, he would mouth things like 'Are you okay?' or 'Are you having fun?'. Fuck, he was literally the sweetest, and I made sure to show that I was enjoying myself to the fullest.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out tonight. We'd like to dedicate our last song of the night to a very special person." Eli's voice melted into the microphone and out of the speakers as he spoke, his eyes shifting to glance at me. Cocking my eyebrow in confusion, I look to Ryan, trying to get some calcification. "Me?" I say, pointing to myself. He nods, before the start of When I'm With You starts blasting through the speakers, the fans screaming along with the lyrics.

I couldn't help but stand there speechless, my eyes never leaving Ryan. Once the song ended, the crowd roared, the guys saying their goodbyes, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd. Ryan was the first to walk off stage, his arms instantly wrapped around my body in a tight hug. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he looks down at me, the cheekiest grin on his face. "Enjoy myself? Ryan, I had the best fucking time. You're amazing! The lads are amazing! You didn't have to dedicate that last song to me," my eyes shift away from his, "You're the sweetest person I've ever met." we exchanged a small kiss, and the boys made some joking groaning noise that caused me to blush under the dim backstage lights.

The rest of the night, the guys and I hung out, just drinking and talking. It was nice to get to know the rest of the band. They were all so sweet and funny. I couldn't believe that I had found someone so perfect who had friends that I had clicked with. At around two in the morning, we decided it was time to pack up and get some rest.

The night had a slight chill, which prickled against my warm skin. "I'll walk you back to your place," Ryan said, loading the last part of his drum kit into the van. My hand extended to him, and he took it, the two of us walking down the street close together. "I really did have a wonderful time tonight. It means a lot that you invited me out." My head rests on his shoulder as we walk. "I'm glad you like it, Erin. Feel free to come to any of our shows, okay?" I nod, and the two of us finally reach my apartment.

My heart protested as the two of us stood in front of the blue door of my apartment, my hands still in his. "We'll see each other soon, yeah? Maybe go out somewhere in a few days?" he pulls me closer as he speaks. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot." I smile up at him before giving him a goodnight kiss. "Goodnight, Erin." one of his hands breaks away from mine. "Goodnight, Ryan."

He moves to leave, but I speak up before our hands can break away from their hold on one another. "Hey, do you want to stay the night?" he turns back, smiling. "I'd love that more than you know." The two of us enter my apartment, tangled in each other's arms again.

Even though it was early in the morning, we stayed up, talking, kissing, and never leaving each other's sides. Honestly, it was one of the best nights of my life. Who knew meeting a boy in a recorded story would change your life.

#inhaler dublin x reader #inhaler dublin #inhaler band #inhaler #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson #eli hewson #elijah hewson #robert keating #bobby skeetz

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years

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Three Steps to Win You (CH 17)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 17

(Tankhun POV)

Monday Morning

As usual, at 7.30 AM sharp, Tankhun was already in the queue line of the Hattrick to buy his favorite Americano. He decided to get a jumbo size coffee today, gods knew he needed it. There was too much stuff and drama that happened last weekend. Good thing he looked absolutely stunning today wearing the blue Ferragamo Navigator sunglasses, black classic Ferragamo combat boots and a navy/white mini spot ascot tie from Turnbull & Asser. His boring white shirt and skinny black pants for work, for sure, no longer looked plain.

Today was a slow day for the cafe, because it only took Tankhun less than 10 minutes from the time he started queuing until he could sip his first coffee of the day. His coffee, like always, was perfect and so was today's weather. For that, he felt so grateful.

Ah~ I feel so much better already

Call it a de ja vu but suddenly Tankhun felt the exact same way as he felt weeks ago when he met Chan for the first time here. As soon as he thought of something positive, things just took a 180 degree turn fast.

Click! Click!

Fuck, Anna Banana proved to be very efficient. Tankhun even willing to bet his new sunglasses that currently, there was one or more paparazzi behind him, ready to take pictures of him.

Well, Tankhun had been reading fashion magazines since he was 10 years old, and he knows exactly the best angles for his face and body. If that evil woman had meant to post an ugly photo of Tankhun, it would never have happened, for he would never have allowed it.

Bring it on!

Tankhun calculatedly turned his body 45 degrees to his right, showing off his perfect profile, he then opened his mouth a little, lifted his chin slightly, and put his long neck on display. Hold that pose...

Click! Click!

That’s a perfect Naomi... How about a Tyra now?

Now Tankhun, facing in the direction that he believed the paparazzi were hiding, pushed the navigator sunglasses over his head and left them there. He then dramatically took a sip of his hot coffee while both of his eyes staring intently at the front. Smizing now…

Click! Click!

Afterward, Tankhun slowly lowered his sunglasses so it perched perfectly on his nose again before turning his body 180 and walking catlike towards the university, with a satisfied smile on his lips. Once he entered the university area and was sure the paparazzi could no longer stalk him, Tankhun took his cellphone out of his bag and texted Chan.

[Tankhun T]

Your ex from hell is not wasting time. One or two papz following me from the Hattrick. I'm at the Uni now, and I think they're no longer following me, but who knows for sure, right?

Instead of replying to the text, Chan gave Tankhun a call, who picked it up immediately.

"Are you okay?" asked Chan, who sounded a bit worried, straight to the point.

"I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I’m super fine. You just wait until they post my pictures. I look so~ fabulous if I may say so myself."

Chan chuckled before responding, "I've no doubt. You always look great, baby."

“Chan! What do I say about-”

“Wait! Tankhun, hear me out first,” pleaded Chan. “I’m big on endearment, okay?”

“What?”

“Please bear it with me, but I always call my special one with an endearment and she knew all about it.”

Tankhun sighed. “Seriously!? So, no option but to do it?”

“Yes. So, please?” the captain pleaded again. “Please?"

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” said Tankhun. “But you only get to choose one, okay? And please no sugar or honey or DEAR, I hate them.”

“Thank you… baby?” replied Chan delicately. “How about it? I already called you baby twice in front of Anna.”

Baby?

Tankhun didn't know what had happened to him exactly, maybe he had gone mad, but his face suddenly felt a bit hot and… fuck, did he just blushing?

Tankhun Theerapanyakul get hold of yourself, you’re not a fucking teenager anymore, for God’s sake.

“Tankhun?”

“Y-yes?”

Tankhun closed his eyes. Damn it to hell! He never stammered, never.

“Is it acceptable?” asked Chan.

"What?"

"Baby, is it acceptable to call you that?" inquired Chan, making sure.

“Yes… Yes, it is,” affirmed Chan, with a steady voice.

“Do you think you can ask your boss for a longer lunch time today?”

“It can be arranged, but why?”

“I’m at the stadium near the Hattrick right now, for morning practice,” explained Chan. “Let’s have lunch together. If those papz are still around the Uni, let's give them what they want.”

“I’ll talk to her and update you about lunch.”

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

“Chan?”

“Hm?”

“I'm in front of the research center now, so I better go.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later, baby,” said Chan. “Be good for Daddy.”

“Ew~ Chan! What the fuck!” yelled Tankhun. “EW~~~”

Chan laughed like a maniac.

“Apart from that one time, when I asked for your autograph for Kim, I never called you Daddy ever again and I never will. You hear?” stated Tankhun firmly.

“You know what they all say, right, baby?”

“What?”

“Never say never,” said Chan. “Ciao, baby.”

“CHAN!”

But the call has been disconnected.

UGH! Damn that man!

Tankhun stomped his feet on the ground in annoyance, but at the same time his heart beat faster.

Oh, God…

******

(Chan POV)

BSFC Training Ground

Chan was still giggling as he put his phone in his personal locker. Even though the last two days had made his emotions go up and down like a roller coaster, today Chan was in a good mood. Of course when he got Tankhun's text earlier about the paparazzi he was a little worried, but those bastards indirectly have made it possible for him to have lunch with Tankhun. So he won't complain much.

“Was the one who just talked to you on the phone Doctor T, Cap?”

Pete, who apparently was behind him and suddenly asked a question, took Chan by surprise, but of course he recognized his co-captain's voice.

"You've been sneaking up behind me a lot lately, Pete,” accused Chan as he closed his locker.

"I didn't mean to do that, Cap. But lately you've been out of focus several times. Sometimes, you don't hear my footsteps or even my voice calling you," reasoned Pete.

Chan turned his body to face Pete and didn't know whether he liked the meaningful smile on the 25-year-old midfielder's face or not.

“What’s with that face?”

Pete softly laughed before responding, "Cap, I know it's none of my business, but the boys and I... we’re happy when you're happy. It's been a long time since we heard you laugh like you did on Saturday, or just now."

"Nosy."

"We think Doctor T is super cool!"

“You guys really like him?” asked Chan, testing the water.

“Yes!” declared Pete firmly. “So, it was him on the phone, right? You look happy, by the way.”

Chan just smiled and ruffled Pete's hair. "Let's start today’s training, my snooping co-captain!"

Pete laughed again.

"Yes, Sir!"

******

(Chan POV)

12.25 PM, the Research Center

“Hello there, I’m here to see Dr. Theerapanyakul,” said Chan to the Research Center receptionist, whose eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her.

“Do you have an appointment with him, Sir?” asked her as she finally raised her eyes to look at him. “Oh my GOD! DADDY CHAN!?”

“Hi,” greeted Chan again. “Could you please tell Dr. Theerapanyakul that I’m here?”

“Yes, of course, Sir!! Oh my God, Oh my God… I can’t believe this,” muttered the receptionist, looking so frantic. “Ah, I’m so sorry, Sir! I’m a huge fan of BSFC, it’s just shocking that you’re here! I had no idea that you and Dr. T…. Oh, never mind, I’ll inform him right away.”

“Wait, on a second thought… What's your name?” asked Chan.

“Sunny, Sir.”

“Could you do me a favor, Sunny?”

******

(Tankhun POV)

12.35 PM, the Research Center

“Professor Erica, if there's nothing else to discuss, may I return to my office? My date will arrive here any minute. He is very punctual,” requested Tankhun to his boss, the head of the Research Center.

Instead of answering his question, Professor Erica, all of a sudden, stood up from her chair with a super shocked face, and screamed, "Your date is the Captain of BSFC!?"

Tankhun, who was also in shock, immediately stood up and responded to the Professor, "How did you know, Professor!?"

Professor Erica just pointed at something behind Tankhun's body with her finger, before she shouted at her assistant, "Cookie, bring me a marker and a paper now… STAT!"

No, no... no way in hell…

Tankhun turned around quickly and sure enough Chan -- the bastard, who looked so bloody handsome in simple jeans and white t-shirt, was standing there. He was leaning against his boss's office door frame, in his hand he carried 3 white rose buds.

“Hi, baby,” greeted Chan with the biggest smile on his face, which at that moment, Tankhun wanted to scratch so badly.

"Baby?” shrieked Professor Erica. “Tankhun Theerapanyakun, how dare you hide this from me!? I thought we're friends!”

I’m so~ dead

TBC

AN: The phrase "Ciao, Baby" was inspired by Peter Knight aka Daddy Chan's ig story clip that he made to say goodbye to fans after KPTS finished airing. Those of you who have never seen the clip, you must see and hear for yourself, how sexy Daddy Chan's accent is when he says the word baby. faint

#daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #au nerd jock #kpts fanfic #slow build #slow burn #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kim theerapanyakul #kpts boys #everybody is a footballer #team as family #fanfic #fake dating #kinnporsche la forte #kinnporsche the series

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thesundaycoffeeclub · 9 months

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Worst Case Sundays And How To Save Them

Sometimes all you need is five million dollars.

Sundays are tricky: Sometimes you drift through the day starting with long steam showers and (boozy) brunches. Then, a coffee to go for a walk around the neighbourhood. After that, a quick phone call with your best friend. To close things out, you get the medium-rare Steak Frites with some comforting gratin dauphinois at the brasserie around the corner.

You end up in bed around 10 pm watching Friends. A peaceful Sunday.

And then, there are other Sundays: The ones that chose violence.

You wake up after a night of bad sleep thinking the last Dirty Martini was a bit toodirty. Also, there’s a highly suspicious amount of work emails in your inbox that seem to need your attention right away. You check Slack and see that some channels have been going off overnight. The WhatsApp notification badge shows a bold red anxiety-inducing seventy-nine (79).

This is going to be fun!

You make your way to the kitchen while your whole body starts to adjust. You feel like this is your very first day on earth and you haven’t entirely figured out how anything works really. Thank God, coffee is here to save the day, and as the caffeine kicks in you remember how to human again.

Next up: a hot shower followed by a very swift skincare routine because nobody ever needed to look nice on a Sunday that is already a shitshow around 9 am.

Then, reality hits you.

Not-so-close friends start texting you - or worse: calling you - just to update you about stuff you don’t really care about. Slack hasn’t calmed down. The number next to the Unread tab of your inbox makes you want to quit immediately. Oh, and the not so politically-correct story you posted last night may have put off a few followers, at least that’s what you read into the amount of unread DMs. Sprinkle a few hyprocritical Tweets and hollow LinkedIn posts on top of all that and you’re one click away from booking a one-way ticket to Costa Rica, departing in two hours.

Oh, did I forget to mention the group chat you explicitly didn’t want any part of that has been trying to organize a bachelors/bachelorette party for the past three weeks?

Happy Sunday!

That is when you realize you’ve got to hit the breaks.

You quickly skim through your inbox, respond to the most important emails and Slack chats. You block some slots for update calls with the team on Monday, you reach out to your boss and team members to make sure everything is under control.

You delete the not so woke story that did not land as good as you hoped. Next, you bring your friend to his/her senses after he/she has been overthinking about double-texting his/her very toxic date who clearly doesn’t give two (2) shits about him/her and didn’t even manage to send a quick Good Night text after last nights drinks.

It’s been a rouch Worst Sunday Scenario - and although you already know that some of the issues you’re dealing with today may be even more pressing tomorrow, you feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

At around 4 pm you’re confident how you managed todays clusterfuck. The largest fires have been put out. It’s time to save what’s left from your Sunday.

You decide to take a walk, hoping you’ll get at least 3,000 steps in (without having the slightest idea why people are counting their steps in the first place). You hit play on the latest episode of your favourite podcast, get a fresh juice, and make your way to the park.

On an empty bench facing the afternoon sun you close your eyes and begin to daydream about what it would be like if this would be, say, sunny Malibu instead of dusty Berlin … what it would be like if this would be a Limoncello Spritz on the porch of your million-dollar multi-acre sea-view mansion instead of an overpriced green juice in a plastic cup on a dirty bench in a poorly maintained park … what it would be like if this would be your very own garden, so wild and lush you’d need a minimum of three (3) gardeners to take care of it.

Well, sometimes you can’t have it all, can you?

Despite the very unlikely case of becoming filthy rich and moving to Malibu, you should still take a look at this The New York Times series, called What You Get: It showcases real estate listings in the most sophisticated areas in the U.S.

Just in case. To be prepared.

These awfully expensive listings make for great visual inspiration and Sunday daydreaming. And we’re here for it. Now, go check out these $5 Million Homes in California.

Although you’re scrolling through the stunning homes on a shattered iPhone sitting on a dirty bench, sucking on a dissolving paper straw you lean back and think:

Life ain’t too bad after all.

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fanfic-writing-addic · 2 years

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I go to my locker that’s a top I guess I have to wait for the girl under me to come and unlock it for me a guy walks over to me with brown hair that sticks up on top and a plaid shirt he stop at the locker next to mine “do you need help”he asks

“Yes please”

“Alright uh locker combo”

“6-34-7” he spins the nob and the door pops open i unzip my bag and take my advance chemistry notebook and text book as well as my binder and my math stuff and a book everything else goes in my locker “thank you”

“I’m chase” he says stretching his arm out for me to shake

I reach up and take it “everlyn” I say he nods then I ask “so you’re new around this hell hole” he laughs

“Yeah” he says i wheel my way to math nothing really happens until chemistry he sits down next to me and asks “is this seat taken”

“No” I respond moving my books off his desk he sits down and puts his stuff on the desk

“Alright class today we are going to do a lab you’re partner is the person next to you” the teacher says

Me and chase both get to work about five minutes before class ends we both relize that we’re going to work on this at home “do you want to work on this today after school at my place” he ask

“Alright I’ll just need to tell my sister” he nods I let her know at the end of the day when she picks me up she walks in the school

And asks me “who is he is he cute” she may be my guardian but she’s still my sister chase a girl with reddish brownish hair that’s to her shoulders a tall guy and a boy with dark skin walks by

Before they do I say “chase” he turns his head and sees me

“Yeah” he asks

“This is my sister Wanda” she waves

“Hi” he says she nods and they go there ways

“The girls hot and for chase I don’t know he seems nice” I laugh she’s crazy but I love her anyway we get in her car and leave once at the house I get out and wheel myself to there door and nock chase opens up

I wheel in “I know I just got here but can I use your bathroom I don’t go at school and well my sister drove straight here”

He nods “at the end of the hall on the right” I nod and wheel down there when I come back I see a crucet picture with a red button showing I press the button and door open up I go in it and it starts moving I can hear the soft hum the doors open and I go through some more doors where I see a room I see the girl I saw earlier and she looks panicked they call chase down there and once they exsplain everything “please don’t tell anyone” chase asks

“I won’t but can I ask a question”

“Alright” Davenport says

“What are those glass tubes for are they somehow connected to your chips or something” I ask crossing my arms

“Yes they keep our bionics in check we sleep in them” Bree answers I don’t ask anything else

“That’s all” chase asked

“Yes maybe it’s because I’m in shocked or I seem to understand everything here I don’t know why it’s a lab with superhumans or maybe I’m insane” they all breath a sigh of relief

“So chase what do you say we get back to work” he nods and i smile at him after we finsh we talk for awhile the door bell rings and Davenport runs to the door and opens it

“Wanda” he shouts

“Donald” she says and they share a hug I sit up some more not like I could anymore then I already was

“You two know each other” I ask

“Yes we were best friends in high school he was atchly the first person I came out to then we graduated and drifted apart honesty I never thought I would see him again let alone my little sister hanging out with his son” she says my face goes red I rub the back of my neck she rolls her eyes

“So do you have a girlfriend yet or still single as ever” he asks her

“We’ll saying our fathers in prison for murder still and our mother is in prison for illegal exspimebts on human subjects no” she starts squeezing her hand he notices it

“Wanda I know you well enough that somethings bugging you even if it’s been a few years” she rolls her eyes at that comment

“I can’t tell you not hear” she says in a low voice but I can still hear her

“Alright kids I’m going to talk to her down the hall don’t do anything dumb” we nod

“Somethings wrong” I say to chase he nods

“I’m going to listen in” and I stop talking “I can’t hear anything” he says I sigh

“It’s alright there probably cutchung up” I say he nods and we both go silent after awhile they both walk out

“So are you going to tell her or am I” he asks

She starts squeezing her hands “everline remember when I said our mom was arrested for illegal human exspments” she then walks over to me and get on her knees so we’re eye level “well she was working with his brother Douglas you where one of the exsperments what I’m trying to say is you’re bionic and before you freak out let me say this I’m the reason you’re parlized I figured out how to put a block on the bionics so you could be normal you where four at the time I think but I didn’t know the negitev affects and it parilized you from the waist down and that spot you always rub that I said was because of your spine it’s where you’re bionic chip is I’m sorry I understand if you want to stay here tonight I can go home and grab some clothes for you if you want” i heart sinks

“But how come I haven’t glitched like they do” I ask she sighs

“So you know there bionic ok the reason you don’t glitch is because you don’t use your ability’s like they do but we descused is and think you might want to” I nod feeling hurt

“I’ll think about it” I respond I don’t look at her I just stay still staring at my lap

“Oh and I might be able to get you to walk again” Davenport says I look up to see my sister giving him the death look and pushing him with his shoulder

“Ow” he says

She rolls her eyes “i didn’t hit you that hard I thought your pain tolerance would be higher now since high school 13 years ago”

This time he rolls his eyes “I guess I’ll go with you and visit them tomorrow after school” she nods and takes me home it didn’t last long though I gasp in shock as a glowing green stick comes from my hand and accidentally slice through my wheel chair “Wanda” I yell in a panic she rushes in to see what happened

“Ev take a deep breath” and the wand disappears she takes out her phone and calls Davenport she puts it on speaker through I can still hear it without the speaker she sits next to my bed

“Davenport” he says

“Donald it’s Wanda you’re on speaker everlyn just unlocked a new ability and well sliced her chair in half im going to bring her there we’ll be there in 10 minutes”

“I’m we’ll be reader wait do you have an exstra chair” he asks

“No I’ll carry her she’s not that heavy” she says hanging up

“You can’t left me” I say she nods

“I know but I can throw your arm over my shoulder” she says doing just that and standing up losing her balance but catches herself on my nightstand she going to throw her back out she walks very slowly out the apartment luckily we’re on the first floor and we leave she sits me in the car and moves my legs so there In the car I could do it by myself but didn’t feel like protesting I put on my seat belt

And she turns on the radio to country I love country so does she and it plays ‘-midnight playing tricks with your head a silort float down the hallway-‘ I ignore the rest looking out the window when we arrive

She says “I’m going to see if they can carry you” I nod and undo my seat belt not really there I’m scared I don’t know what to do I don’t think about it and push open the door without breaking eye contact with the windshield chase comes out here

“Not to make you sound weak but will you be able to carry me wanda could barely get me to the car”

“I’m superhuman rember” he says with a smile I smile back he then picks me up bridele style and carryes me inside I wrap my arms around his neck to help hold on

I see wanda and Davenport talking “thank you” she says to him chase takes me to the elevator and down to the lab “hold the door” my sister yells running into the elevator Davenport trailing behind her

“I thought you have asthma” he says

“I do but I didn’t run that fast or far so I’m fine” she says he rolls his eyes “oh you know you love me”

He sighs “I’m still deparing that” he says in response the doors close and he presses the button

“I don’t understand” chase says clearly confused

“I think that’s just how there relashioship is there more like siblings then friends”

“That actually sums it up well” Wanda says

“Oh I got a supprise for you everlyn” Davenport says

“A new chair” I ask he shakes his head and she smirks the doors open Bree looks half asleep and Adam is doing something with a ball chase sits me on one of the stolls facing away from the table

“Alright I don’t know how to do this but Davenport said it was a wand so put an arm out and wrap your fingers around the air like you’re holding something then focas” he instrucs so I do and the green glowing stick returns and I panic again I try to make it disappear but almost alive chase in half he jumps back

“Sorry” I say in a paniced voice

My sister walks over to me probably not the smartest desisikn she’s ever made “ev look at me take a deep breath let it fade” so I do and it disappears

Then she does something I hate she puts her arms around me then picks me up I look down to see my feet touching the ground this is her way of hugging me I hug her back more like clinging on for dear life “can you please put me down” I ask

“Fine” she says and does after staying there a few days I go home with a brace that Davenport made so I can now walk

#fanfic #mine #lab rats #chase x oc #the fourth bionic #chapter 1

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omgg will u do dilucs version of streamer au when they meet irl with reader?? <3 i love your blog!!

yes ofc i will!, and im glad that you're enjoying/loving my blog ^^ streamer! diluc x reader recommend listening to: just a cloud away - pharrell williams

• meeting you was one of the two things diluc had always imagined, he'd never thought that today was going to be the day you come and meet him irl. • diluc was really nervous when you called him to explain what time you were going to be there - it felt like everything that was happened right now was an illusion. • you calling diluc and asking if you two wanted to meet up, him agreeing, you telling him that you would be there in a few hours made his heart skip a beat - whether he was imagining this or not. • you've always imagined what it would be like to stay at diluc's place, would it be fun?(ofc it would be, it's diluc here hello????), would diluc even allow you? • to get rid of your worries, you decide to ask diluc. "hey diluc? can i ask you something rq?" "mhm, what's up y/n?" "well- uh, i've been wondering.. is it okay if we meet up?? like, we've known each other for quite some time now. you dont have to agree!! i was just thinking.." • this was a great opportunity to meet you irl!! who wouldn't want to meet you irl anyway? diluc mumbled a "sure", he didnt want to sound too excited as it might make you assume some stuff. • you couldn't see it but, diluc was smiling the whole entire time you was planning everything over phone - diluc found it cute when you kept on rambling and rambling over this and that and etc etc. • "oh sorry diluc- was i talking to much?" "nope, keep going y/n." "oh, okay! if you say so." • now, instead of listening to you talking over the phone - he could actually listen to you talk irl, to see you. he had longed for this for how long again? • once you text diluc that you would be there in just 30 minutes, diluc responded with a "okay, see you soon" but if only you saw how excited yet nervous he was. • diluc's house was neat and clean, he doesn't like messy things. but yet he still went on to vacuum and clean his house once more. • while washing his hands, he heard a knock on his door - it had to be you. who else would it be? • to confirm this, he looked over the counter and spotted his phone, one new message: it was by you. • "hey diluc!! im outside :) lol that sounds creepy.." diluc chuckled at your text, he cleared this throat and made his way to the door, opening it - he caught a small glimpse of your hair, and then your full face. • you stood there, looking beautiful as ever. diluc was at a loss for words, you chuckled "you're red diluc, it isn't cold inside your house is it?" your words brought him back to reality, it really was you. your voice and everything.. • you welcomed yourself in as you knew diluc was going to be like that for a while, you looked around and observed your surroundings. • after that, you and diluc sat down and started talking, it went from awkwardness to you two full on laughing hysterically. • diluc thought that this interaction would be awkward, but nope - it was far from that. he got along with you pretty quickly - even though you both have known each other forever, this was your first time interacting with each other irl, not on ft, not on discord chatting, none of that. it was just you and him. • diluc and you would play games together and stream them so his viewers dont feel left out. • you guys make so many treats and drinks!! hot choco, cakes, cupcakes, pizza, and so much more!! • people make so much ship edits of you two.. it's kind of unbearable but oh well. • it's a shame that you're only staying there for a bit :(

if you do go, diluc would miss u sm more :( a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/like + follow + reblogs r appreciated!! note: THIS TOOK ME FOREVER?? ANYWAYS IM ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP SO... TAKE CARE!! <3 ily guys so so much.

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #streamer!au

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Request for anon: Hi!!!! i love our writing and i just knew you could do this! Could you do one with a father Aizawa and a gender nuetral chil reader, who is jealous of Midoriya. Because when Midoriya harnesses his quirk Aizawa be happy dadzawa but when the reader was like 6 or 7 and harnessed theirs he said like " Work harder." Or the world won't want a weak hero and stuff and thats why they hate Midoriya and stuff? IT IS SOO FINE OF YOU CANT!! THANKS <3

•Midoriya is nice.

• He's /so/ fucking nice

• He has a nice smile

• His freckles are nice

• His attitude is great

• He goes out of his way to make sure people are okay

• Which makes it worse and pisses you off more.

• You've been jealous of him for awhile- please he's the center of attention for everyone

• But that isn't your problem

• He's the center of attention for your own dad.

• At least it seemed that way.

• Shota Aizawa, your father, was a teacher at U.A.

• He was bound to get attached to students, that's what teachers are supposed to do

• But..it felt like you were on the back burner and not enough

• when you develop your quirk, you dad gives you a speech

• You're first sucess with your quirk, your father tells you to work harder

• And that's all it ever is

• "work harder"

• "you should be farther along by now,"

• "this isn't a joke, why are you treating it that way?"

• there wasn't a good job or a congrats or praise

• But there was with midoryia

• who got all of it.

• he got good jobs and impresseds

• He got way to go kid and that was smart

• At the beginning of the year you liked him

• He was friendly and funny and he seemed like a cool dude

• He was a cool dude and you hated him- yourself even more for that

• You couldn't ever hate him, not truly.

• Not even when your father praised him, took him under his wing, focused on him

• Even shinsou- you didn't hate him. You were great friends with him.

• But Midoriya irked you, even if you couldn't find it in you to talk behind his back or fuck him over

• Your jealousy for the boy only grew as your fathers praise to him grew and his words to you grew distanced.

• And yet you still thrived for the man's approval

• You wanted to be recognized

• You wanted validation

• You wanted praise and approval.

• You wanted love.

• You stopped speaking to Midoriya, completely. The poor boy didn't deserve a blow up from you, it wasn't his fault.

• Contact to him stopped. His conversation muted unless it was to the class Group Chat

• Your seat? Unfortunately still near him, was no longer an issue if you just ignored his presence

• If your group was hanging put with him that day, you'd skip with some dumb homework excuse.

• No one said anything

• Aside from shinsou that is.

• The smart-ass always had something to say

• "You can't just ignore your problems forever."

"I'm not, till talking to you."

"Funny. But seriously. He's going to question it if he hasn't already. Word gets around.."

• In all seriousness, shinsous worried. He's really worried.

• He's watching you distance yourself from people, from midoryia- hell the only reason the two of you still talk on a daily basis is because he forces it.

• You don't mind, of course, he know that. You did the same to him when his mental health had declined.

• But he sees you're doing it for validation

• Amd he knows Aizawas words aren't malicious. You're his kid, he's worried and wants you to survive over anyone else.

• Doesn't mean how he's going about it is right.

• and it isn't long before you start taking physical training to the max too.

• After class you train for hours until dinner.

• Sometines you miss it; sometimes you don't get home until much later.

• One day in particular though, you start training on a Saturday morning

• He tells you to be smart, keep hydrated and take breaks before he leaves for the day

• Only to come back at dusk to you still training

• "Quirks are currency shinsou,"

"That doesnt-"

"I have to get stronger, no one's going to want a weak hero"

"Y/N please- you've been out here all day. It's hot and muggy and you've barley eaten anything. You need breaks. You can't be a strong pro hero if you die of heat exhaustion." He takes your arm and pulled it down from the punching bag. "You're worrying me."

"I'm not strong enough," you mumble. "Dads right,"

• Eventually Midoriya starts to question why you're ignoring him

• He doesn't think he's done anything wrong

• Maybe he said the wrong thing? But what even is the wrong thing? What could he have said?

• After one particularly rough morning, you're struggling with something

• You're already pissed and ready for the day to be over.

• And it's only 10 in the fucking morning

• And Midoriya, desperate to heal what he once had with a friend (you), walks over to help

"Hey," he starts. "You look like you need some help?"

You pause, glancing in his direction for only a moment. "Go sit down," You mutter.

"I just want to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help. You are the LAST thing I need," you snap. "Who the fuck would /ever/ need you?" You grab your bag and shove him back, leaving the classroom.

The class quiets.

• Midoriya didn't deserve it, no. You knew that.

• You also knew that you weren't in the place to go back to school, so you didn't.

• You took the day off, wandering the streets of your prefecture

• Shinsous blowing up your phone

• Katsuki is too.

• Katsukis upset, you would be too if someone spoke to your friend that way

• Everyone else is too on edge to text you, they're worried though.

• Of course, they go to Aizawa.

• They tell him what happened and how you've been acting

• And he nods quietly and says he'll take care of it.

• Shinsou finally finds you at the Cafe you frequent and he quietly sits across from you

• "you should be in school," you mumble

"So should you."

It's quiet for a few moments before you speak again. "I think I'm going to leave U.A. Mom lives in Miyagi, they've got some nice highschools there. I talked to her over the phone last night."

"What? What no, you can't?"

"Why not, Hitoshi?"

"Because you're a hero-"

"I'm not. I'm not a fucking hero. I haven't made any successes while I've been here, I haven't developed anything, Dad was right."

"You dad was wrong. He's wrong. He's- He's worried one day you're not going to come home. Or when you do you won't be in one piece, so he's pushing you and pushing you," he took your hand gently. "You're strong. You're going to be a great hero. You've already accomplished more than you know."

"I blew up at Midoriya today," you slide him your drink and he takes a sip.

"I know." He nods. "But that's okay, we can deal with it later." He squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, later,"

• It's very much later by the time you reach your dorm.

• The day Shinsou moved to the 1A dorms was the day you'd rejoice

• Your bag is tossed to the side and you make your way to the kitchen and freeze.

• Aizawa is sitting at the table, facing you.

"Your friends are worried about you,"

Yous scoff. "Yeah I'm sure they are."

"Midoryias worried about you."

"I really don't care."

"You shouldn't have snapped at him." Aizawa sighs.

"Thats-" you take a deep breath. Of course he only cared about Midoriya. "Typical." You move to the fridge to get something to drink.

"I..apologize," he begins. "'It's come to my attention that I haven't exactly been the best father to you since your mother left,"

"You think?" You muttered.

"I'm worried. I'm scared."

You look up at him.

"The world is cruel. And I've lost so many students to hero work in the years I've taught, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost you to. But it seems I'm already down the path." He stood up and walked over to you. "You're my kid, I love you more than the moon and the stars, I want you to stay safe. Above everyone else, above all else, I want you to come home." He kisses your forehead.

"It'd be nice to get a good job every once in awhile. Everyone else does." You mutter, looking down.

"You are doing great, you know. I don't say it nearly enough but you impress me everyday."

• It's...a little awkward after that, neither of you know how to process emotion so after two days you just pretend like it never happened

• You quietly apologize to Midoriya and wall away before he can respond before pretending like that didn't happen either

• You're not expecting him to want to be your friend

• But he's very adamant on texting you, inviting you out, walking with you you to class

• 1A becomes whole again

• But Shota does ease up, you get the good jobs, the praise, the validation

• And you eat it up to be frank, you fucking love it.

#Aizawa Shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa x daughter reader #Midoryia x reader #Midoryia izuku #Izuku Midoryia #izuku midoryia x reader #Midoryia izuku x reader #izuku x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #Shinsou Hitoshi #Hitoshi Shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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Ever After Boutique - chapter 8

Summary: Frankee decides to visit Mister Cavill, because she needs to talk about last night.

CEO!Henry Cavill x Frankee Newhouse

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: Sex (like literal gentle love making, orgasms and stuff like that)

Masterlist // Ever After Boutique Masterlist // Previous chapter

Yeah, what happened last night, I don’t think that’s supposed to happen. Will I forever dream about this, though? Probably. Did this man just raise the bar for everyone I’m ever gonna sleep with in the future? He sure did.

I still see the dark look in his eyes. No one is supposed to look this hot during a hate fuck/punishment.

While I’m still a little bit angry about the fact he seemed to take the side of mrs my husband is the senator and I’m also a low-key racist, I somehow manage to push that to the back burner.

For today’s outfit, I went for a simple black pair of pants and short shirt combo, however, I did pair with with one of my favorite boots with a heel. I don’t have to go to work today and for once I don’t know what to do with my time after I posted my outfit on my Instagram story. Usually I spend my spare time either chilling around or shopping, but today those options don’t seem good enough today.

So I did something I never expected me to do: I texted Leona for mister Cavill’s address. Obviously I lied to her, telling her he left something at the store and I want to give it back. She fell for it, because she gave me his address.

And the son of a bitch lives in a townhouse on East 82nd street in the Upper East Side. Talk about next level wealth.

And here I am, standing in front of his door. I have walked through this street by foot a few times, but I feel people will call the cops if I keep on cruising. I press the doorbell and nervously wipe my clammy hands dry on my pants.

The door opens to reveal a man in his fifties, wearing a suit. He has a gentle and friendly smile on his face, a pair of black round glasses on his nose and in a polite matter says: ‘Good day, dear. Can I help you?’

Am I at the wrong house? ‘I was looking for mister Cavill,’ I hesitantly say. ‘I believe this is his address…?’

The man seems surprised, almost making me assume mister Cavill does not live here. ‘I was not aware mister Cavill was expecting guests.’

Quite the relief I am indeed at the right place. ‘Should I have made an appointment?’ I ask him.

‘No dear,’ he chuckles. ‘Mister Cavill doesn’t have guests over a lot.’

In other words: never.

‘Can I see him?’

‘Of course, dear. Come on in.’

It feels like intruding, but I still walk inside, almost bow at the—I think—butler out of some sort of misplaced politeness. Goodness gracious, this house is so expensive looking, but also very boring.

I hate it here.

‘My name is Godfrey, I’m mister Cavill’s butler,’ he tells me, after taking my coat to hang it up.

‘I’m Frankee,’ I introduce myself. ‘I work in Ever After Boutique.’

‘Aha, so you’re one of Mister Cavill’s employees,’ he notes. ‘You are the first one to ever visit. Miss Leona usually sends cards around Christmas and his birthday.’

‘I see,’ I say with a nod, not quite knowing what to do with this information. Godfrey the butler escorts me towards the home office and he knocks on the door. I have never seen someone open a door so gently as Godfrey does, however that comes with the profession, I suppose. ‘Mister Cavill, sir, you have a visitor.’

A sigh emerges from the office. ‘Who is it, Godfrey?’

‘Miss Frankee, from the boutique.’

There is no answer. I totally overstepped here, I think.

‘Let her in.’

That’s a surprise. I almost don’t know how to respond to it. He doesn’t sent me away?

Godfrey steps to the side and says: ‘Miss.’

I carefully walk inside the office and the door closes behind me. Mister Cavill is staring out of his office window, his back towards me and no intention at all to turn around. He wears a pair of jeans and a simple black turtle neck tucked into it, but what the suits sorta hides from the rest of the world, this outfit accentuates every single muscle. That ass, those shoulders, that muscled back…

And we had sex yesterday.

I had sex with this gorgeous piece of man.

‘Sir?’ I ask, not quite knowing how to start out this conversation. I have no idea how to bring up our hate fuck in the back room of the boutique, but a simple ‘sir’ will start up some sort of dialogue between us.

‘Miss Newhouse,’ he simply says. Finally he turns around, his eyes distant and slightly cold. ‘You look good today.’

I don’t know if he means it. ‘Thanks,’ I manage to choke out. No witty remarks, no sarcastic comment. Just me being polite. I barely recognize myself, so I decide to put on my big girl shoes. ‘How are you?’

‘Miss Newhouse, you showing interest in my wellbeing makes me highly uncomfortable.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Geez, I’m sorry for being polite.’

He leans against the windowsill and pushes his hands in his pockets. ‘What are you doing here?’

An excellent question. ‘I figured we needed to talk.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I want to talk,’ I say. ‘Sir, we had sex in the backroom of your boutique. I mean, don’t we need to discuss the matter?’

He shrugs.

I gasp out of realization. ‘You do this with every employee?’ I then ask and maybe that’s what has been bothering me all along. I don’t want to be some girl he does this type of stuff with. I don’t want to share this kind of experience. ‘Oh my gosh, you took everyone there to the backroom as some sort of initiation thing for when you work here, didn’t you?’

He scoffs. ‘You seriously think that?’

‘You’re not denying it, so it must be true.’

‘For fuck’s sake, Newhouse, you are so immature. I never had an employee this stubborn, this annoying as you.’ He stalks over to me and we’re standing so close to each other, that I can look deep into his eyes.

And that’s when I see it.

Pain.

While I want to bite back, I realize it wouldn’t help my case. ‘Sir,’ I say in a softer tone, ‘I just wanted to talk.’

His gaze softens a bit. ‘What?’

I bite my bottom lip and ask: ‘You got anything to do now?’

He frowns. ‘What?’ he asks again, like the broken record he is.

‘Answer the damn question, sir.’

He sighs. ‘I’ve got nothing to do.’

‘Then we’re going out for a walk.’

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Mister Cavill and I have been walking for awhile now, even bought some coffee, however we haven’t spoken yet. While it's quiet between the two of us, it’s not bothering me, because I can feel him soften up. The tense aura he first had, is slowly dissolving.

Once we reach the park, he offers: ‘Come on, let’s sit.’

Without even waiting for me to answer, he walks over to a park bench and plops down. When I finally caught up with him, I say: ‘I’ll stand.’

‘You always need to be so difficult, miss Newhouse?’

I send him the stink eyes. ‘You kinda bruised my ass yesterday, sir. Sitting on it is kinda painful.’

And then it happens. He lets out a chuckle, one that totally reaches his eyes. It’s the most relaxed he has ever looked, both today and prior. He pats his leg and says: ‘Come on, sit. You have been walking miles in heels. You must be tired.’

I wonder if the barista put some alcohol in this man’s drink, because this is absolutely out of character. ‘You being nice to me makes me highly uncomfortable, sir,’ I say, a rendition of what he said to me back at his place. Besides, I’m not lying. This is unlike him.

‘Just do it.’

I carefully sit on his lap, making sure the sore flesh isn’t touching his thick thigh. Only then I realize this isn’t as uncomfortable as I figured it would be. It feels kinda normal, like we do this all the time.

Which is confusing on its own.

‘So,’ I say, ‘you ready to talk?’

‘About what?’

‘I don’t know,’ I say, but I realize I do know. ‘I just want to understand you better.’

‘Why do you want that?’

‘You can’t be like this without a reason,’ I say. I look at my coffee cup and say: ‘Come on, you bend me like a pretzel yesterday, you can spill the beans about your life now.’

He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.

‘Wanna hear what I think?’

Mister Cavill shakes his head. ‘I don’t, but there is a hundred percent chance you’re gonna say it anyway.’

‘For someone with that much money, you sure don’t seem to be happy with it. You’re the worst workaholic I have ever met and that is from a girl whose dad had a heart attack once he retired. He is fine now, but that was next level workaholic. You on the other hand put him to shame.’

Still silence.

‘You work on Christmas, always doing something business related and going to these banquets. I have seen mister Cavill, business man, owner of a boutique a million times. You never let your guard down and show anyone who you truly are.’

‘So?’

‘You must have hobbies,’ I say. ‘Something you do in your spare time.’

He shakes his head. ‘No.’

That is so sad. This man doesn’t have hobbies. ‘No? Really?’

‘Really.’

‘Why not?’

Mister Cavill sighs deeply. ‘Because that wasn’t permitted back home.’

I managed to crack through his masterfully build wall. A glimps of the painful past that is always bothering him . ‘Why?’ I ask him.

He leans back. ‘I had to raise myself,’ he says. ‘My parents were always working, never home and when they were, they kept pushing I need to work hard to achieve the highest goal possible. So, at age eleven, I started to work at different places. Paper routes, stock clerk, the movie theater. You name a job, I did it. I was insanely rich by the time I was eighteen, since I had to save it and not spend it on something fun. My parents paid for college and I graduated a year and a half early. After that I started working and working.’

‘And your parents?’ I ask. ‘Where are they now?’

‘They live in Canada now,’ he says. ‘Earning more money, even though they are in their seventies now. I haven’t seen them in years. They send a newsletter to me and my two sisters from time to time.’

While that must’ve been the most impersonal thing I have heard in ages, I ignore the newsletter thing and focus on something else. ‘You have sisters?’

He nods. ‘They’re quite a bit older than I am. They live somewhere in Asia, building an empire there.’

‘I see,’ I whisper. ‘Who is the richest?’

‘Not me,’ he says and his tone is almost a little mocking. ‘I’m the loser of the family.’

‘Why?’

‘You know,’ he says, but I don’t. ‘I am not charming.’

I can’t stop my chuckle. ‘You are,’ I say. ‘It’s hidden, but you can be charming.’

Mister Cavill rubs his face. ‘I’ve never told anyone this.’

I wrap my arm around his shoulder and he lets out a pained sigh again. ‘Well, sir, allow me to say you had a shitty childhood, your parents are lowlives and you might not be the richest of them, you’re nowhere near a loser.’

‘Is miss Newhouse saying something nice to me?’

I’m glad he can joke around a little. ‘Frankee is saying something nice to you,’ I say. ‘I might not always like being around you, but… It’s nice to see a bit through that wall you masterfully build.’

‘You’re the first one to attempt to break through it,’ he says, a smirk toying on his lips.

‘I’m persistent like that.’ I stand up again to throw away my empty cup and I usher him to give me his one as well. ‘Come on, let’s walk some more.’

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For the first time, I feel like I can actually like Henry (who kept pushing me to not call him mister Cavill anymore, since we were passed that station). He isn’t cold and distant anymore. He is quite caring and sweet from time to time. The actual charming gentleman. He walks on the road side, he offers me his arm before we cross the street and continues to pay for every coffee we have to buy, because I need to use the restroom of that particular cafe.

We stop in front of the door of my apartment.

‘You walk well in heels,’ Henry says.

‘I keep on surprising.’

‘You sure do.’

It feels like the end of a date, I think to myself. I stand on my toes to press a kiss on his cheek. ‘Thank you for today, Henry.’

‘Of course, miss Newhouse.’

‘Frankee, how many times do I have to say it?’

He chuckles. ‘Quite a lot, apparently.’ Henry leans down, to kiss my forehead. ‘See you later, Frankee.’

But I don’t want him to go yet. ‘You know what,’ I say, ‘maybe I’d like it if you came in.’

That catches him by surprise. ‘Sure?’

‘Sure,’ I say. I grab his hand, pulling him in after I pushed open the door. He follows suit, kicking off his shoes after I insisted on him doing so and we hang up our coats. ‘Want something to drink?’

‘Sure, some tea would be nice.’

I usher him to follow me as we walk towards my kitchen, where I turn on the kettle after I filled it with some water. ‘Sir, you’re staring,’ I say. ‘Why?’

‘Nothing.’ He crosses his arms as he leans with his hip against the counter. ‘Just… Thank you for today. You might bring out the worst in me, however you didn’t do that today. You brought out a side of me I haven’t been connecting with for a long time.’

I smile. ‘If working at your boutique doesn’t work out, I could always try for therapist.’

He shakes his head. ‘I don’t want to miss you.’

‘What?’

‘Miss you in the boutique,’ he clarifies. ‘Remember what I said back at the party a while back?’ After I nodded, he continues by saying: ‘I am thinking about branching out and with the way you work, how you are with customers, you can handle a boutique of your own. Maybe not right now, but in the future you can.’

I blush, but to mask the slight flustering, I say: ‘Even with how I treated the customer yesterday?’

‘Even then,’ he says. ‘She was a racist bitch anyway.’

‘Oh, you’re taking my side?’

‘Took me an embarrassing amount of time, but yes.’

I hook my finger behind his belt buckle and attempt to pull him towards me. He humors me and takes a step closer. ‘What did you think of yesterday?’ When he simply frowns, I say: ‘That was the main reason really why I came to your house today.’

He curls a lock of my hair around his finger and asks: ‘What did you think?’

Answering a question with another question. Normally I’d kick his butt, however with how open he has been today, I let it slide. ‘I enjoyed it,’ I say in all honesty. ‘But you’re not always like that.’

His fingers wrap around the hem of my shirt, before he pulls it off. Compared to yesterday, this is so gentle, so careful. ‘I’m not indeed,’ he agrees, undoing me from my pants as well. He wants to pull me closer to him, by placing his large hands on my bottom, but I wince. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘You spanked me yesterday,’ I say. ’That can hurt the day after.’

He smiles. ‘I was a little too rough yesterday, wasn’t I?’

I shake my head. ‘Maybe I deserved it a little,’ I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss on his lips. ‘Besides, I thoroughly enjoyed it.’

‘Allow me to make it up to you,’ he says, taking off his turtle neck in one swift motion, causing his hair to ruffle. Seeing him less pulled together makes him look even more approachable. Gosh, his chest is so toned, it makes me want to drool. ‘Because you deserve that too, Frankee.’

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Being punished by Henry and making love with Henry is a world apart. Yesterday he barely seemed to muster up sympathy for me, but now, he is so tender. He kissed my entire body, not missing a spot. He soothingly caressed my bottom, careful not to handle the area to rough. He watched me fall apart over and over again. By his lips, his fingers. As the waves of pleasure still run through my entire body of my—I believe—third orgasm, I feel his fingers on my chin, gently forcing me to look at him.

‘What?’ I ask him.

‘Nothing,’ he says, but this is not just nothing. The amounts of vulnerability in his eyes, is uncanny. I wonder if he let anyone see this side of him ever before. Almost like he wants to continue to have some form of dominance, he pushes in his thumb passed my lips. ‘Just… I just needed to see you.’

The pad of his thumb pushes on my tongue and never has someone done this before.

I wrap my legs around his hips, before I fold my fingers in the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hard member brushes over my sensitive clit, as we’re chest against chest. I don’t know what to say to him, but I don’t need to say anything to him, our eyes locked. His thumb exits my mouth and I see it as an opportunity to press my lips against his. His tongue evades my mouth and I can’t help but moan against him. My hand slides in between the two of us and he stiffens a groan when I wrap my fingers around him, my thumb spreading the drops of pre cum over his sensitive tip.

I line him up near my throbbing entrance, so desperate to feel him stretch me out again. He presses his forehead against mine, before he pushes himself deeps inside of me. My breath gets stuck in my throat, as he bottoms out. I swallow hard, as place one hand on his lower back, while the other one feels the face o’clock shadow on his jaw scraping my palm.

My brain feels so foggy, the aftermath of the prior orgasms catching up with me now.

He turns his face to give me a kiss on the inside of my hand. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I am,’ I whisper.

His movements are slow, calculated and sensual. Every time he pulls out almost completely, before burying himself back in my quivering cunt, a soft moan leaves my lips. Just like yesterday I feel him so deep, but this is so different.

‘You’re close again,’ he concludes and his conclusion is correct. I’m on the brink of cumming again and I cling onto his strong body. Henry holds me so tenderly in his arms, as I shudder on the mattress, gasp like moans filling the room. It’s so sensitive down there, as he is about to chase his own high. ‘Almost,’ he whispers. ‘You can hold on that long?’

I nod. ‘I can.’

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, sucking on the delicate skin. His noises are soft, but as he spills his seed, I can hear faint grunts escape his lips. He makes sure not a single drop goes to waste, as he completely stills his movements, bottoming out completely once again.

Henry lifts up his head, his hot breath against my lips. ‘You’re alright?’

‘Mister Cavill, it makes me highly uncomfortable when you continue to ask me if I’m okay,’ I joke, causing him to laugh. ‘It was amazing. Hands down the best and most intimate sex I’ve ever had, though yesterday was pretty wild too.’

‘You’re impossible.’

I don’t want this to end. This moment cannot end, I think to myself.

His member softens, causing him to pull out and he is quick to carry me to the bathroom, whispering: ‘You deserved a shower, miss Newhouse.’

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After we’re all cleaned up, my naked frame is pressed against his as we’re in my bed. My head on his chest, his arm around my body as he scrolls through his phone, contemplating what we should order for dinner.

As he is making the choice, I look up and kiss his jawline. He looks down and asks: ‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ I say. Just wondering how long this is gonna last, because part of me doesn’t want it to be over. ‘Just admiring you, that’s all.’

He chuckles. ‘Frankee Newhouse is sentimental,’ he notes. ‘The fact I have lived long enough to experience that.’

I exaggerate a gasp. ‘You meanie.’

Henry gives me a kiss. ‘It was a joke, Frankee.’

It feels so natural to be around him when he’s like this. And I so hope it’ll last a lot longer than I imagine it will be.

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