#i don’t really suit black hair so it’s dark brown and i didn’t really have any makeup on
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my boyfriend took an incredible photo of me in a black and velvet red coffin over the holidays when we were visiting seattle! very haute goth but i’m too scared to post it here, i’ve never shown my face and i feel like people would be disappointed to know that im not very goth looking in real life *sigh*
#i don’t really suit black hair so it’s dark brown and i didn’t really have any makeup on#so it’s just me in my black trench coat ahh#diary
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Twisted Zoo (Prologue)
Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.
Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.
WARNINGS: none for now
Note: This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui except I decided to take it a step further and include all the dorms. I know that a lot of these animals don’t fit them perfectly, but I did the best I could. I left out Ortho because he has no age and he looks really young so… no.
All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.
Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.
Chapter One here
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“Pleased to meet you Mr. Crowley.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. (Y/n)!”
You smiled up at your new boss, taking in his eccentric appearance- everything from his crow feather-lined cape, to his sparkling suit, to his top hat, and to the black bird mask that covered half his face.
That name suits him.
“Now, you’re mainly a researcher, but you will also be assisting with some of the general chores, such as feeding the animals,” Mr. Crowley explained what you already knew.
“That’s alright,” you said, smiling brightly, “That will allow me to observe even more of their behaviors.”
You were fresh out of college and ready to face The Halfling Zoo. There was plenty of debate whether it was okay to treat half-humans as animals and keep them in a zoo, but it was convenient for you. You didn’t have to travel the world to attempt to study animals from afar through a camera lens.
“You will be supervising the lion and hyena exhibit, the wolf exhibit, the panther and tiger exhibit, the bird exhibits, the reptile house, and the aquarium,” Mr. Crowley explained.
“Wait, did you mean to say the lions and hyenas are together? And the panthers and tigers? Or did I misunderstand?” you asked, confused.
“They are bonded groups, so it would be wrong to separate them,” Crowley explained, “Halflings don’t always act like their animal counterparts.”
You nodded, cursing yourself internally. You had learned that on your first day at college! How could I be so stupid to forget about the bonds different Halfling species make?
“Follow me,” Mr. Crowley’s voice broke through your thoughts, “I’ll show you around.”
The two of you left the cramped office in the main staff building and headed out onto the guests’ paths. You could see a few families walking by- less than usual, since it was nearing closing time. It felt as though the sky was growing darker by the minute as the sun made its way down the horizon, beautiful orange and pink clouds lighting its path.
You almost immediately arrived at the lion and hyena exhibit. It was a huge enclosure, the terrain so detailed that you felt as though you had stepped straight into an African savannah. In fact, you could even feel the heat emanating from the ground itself.
“We keep it as hot as their home naturally is,” Mr. Crowley explained, reading your thoughts, “They’re happy here- it’s home with no need to hunt to survive.”
You nodded, but inside you wondered if that was really true or not. Were they really happier in a giant cage on display for humans than they were in Africa? You couldn’t imagine feeling that way.
Mr. Crowley pointed out a big rock where a pride of lions had gathered, “On top of that rock is the top dog- er, cat, I mean. The king of the jungle.”
Upon closer inspection, and a lot more eye strain, you could make out a figure lying on the top of the large rock. It was a Lion Halfling, with tan skin and thick, dark mane of brown hair that fell to his shoulders, except for the braids in front of his face, which were even longer. You could just make out the lion’s ears on top of his head and the lion’s tail draped over the rock’s side.
“And those are the hyenas,” Mr. Crowley supplied, pointing to the edge of the enclosure, “They’re used to aggressive females, so the males might be a little jumpy around you.”
You remembered reading about that in school, but it was amazing to see all the Halflings in person. You couldn’t help but feel excited to study them up close. Imagine if you made a big discovery that no one else had ever discovered about Halflings! After all, there were a lot of unknowns about them.
“Onto the wolf exhibit!” Mr. Crowley said in a sing-song voice.
The enclosure was right across the way from the lions and hyenas, but it had a completely different feel. The air was cooler when you walked up to the giant forest. Through the trees, it was difficult to actually see any wolf halflings. You thought you saw a flash of white, but it was too quick to tell.
“Yes, well, this exhibit is pretty quiet during the day,” the zoo director said awkwardly, “They’ll be out tonight, howling at the moon and whatnot.”
“Wolves don’t actually howl at the moon,” you helpfully supplied, “They howl to communicate with other wolves.”
Mr. Crowley stared at you for a moment and you wondered if you had annoyed him, until he grinned widely, “Such a knowledgeable new researcher!”
You smiled at the compliment, a little embarrassed as the two of you headed for the panther and tiger exhibit. You were surprised to see it alive with Halflings, all of them staring back at the two of you with narrowed eyes.
“There’s two black panthers,” Mr. Crowley pointed them out, “and two albino tigers. The four of them are as thick as thieves.”
You cautiously waved at them, but they merely turned away and disappeared into the jungle enclosure. You wondered if they were somehow curious to see you, or if they always did this to guests.
“Next, the bird exhibits!” Mr. Crowley led the way to the aviary. He pointed out Halflings left and right in the closely-packed enclosures, “A parrot, three albino peacocks, two flamingos, an owl, and a raven. You’ll get to know them well, since they’re mostly all very friendly. Except the peacocks are a little cocky.”
You giggled a little and waved to all the birds. It was a futile effort, because, save for the owl halfling, they were all fast asleep. The owl halfling stayed on his perch, wings tucked around his body, his bespectacled face scrutinizing you. Not in a rude way, just sort of deciding what you were.
You followed Mr. Crowley into a heated building with a glass wall on one side. You peered through the glass wall and immediately spotted the Boa Constrictor Halfling lying against the wall. Human until the torso, which then winded into a snake tail.
“Don’t be fooled!” Mr. Crowley said, “There is more than one snake in that exhibit. See if you can spot it.”
You looked at every angle, struggling to spot anything different. Then, a part of the sand moved and two gray eyes glared back at you.
“A Viper Halfling, right?” you said in awe, “Aren’t those venomous?”
“Ah, yes, well,” Mr. Crowley stuttered a little, “Don’t get bitten.”
You stared at him for a moment before it sunk in. All of these animals, except the birds, were extremely dangerous! And you were going to go into their enclosures to study and feed them? Were you insane?
You pushed down the panic and took a deep breath. This is what you signed up for. You probably already waived all your rights away anyway. You hadn’t looked at the fine print of your contracts, of course.
You noticed another tank on the other side of the room and walked up to it. You couldn’t see anything inside this one, but Mr. Crowley was quick to explain, “There’s a salamander in this one. A beautiful electric blue, but extremely shy.”
You peered inside, trying to catch a glance of blue, but you couldn’t see a thing.
“Lastly, the aquarium,” Mr. Crowley clapped his hands together, as though to bring you back to reality.
The aquarium was a huge glass tank where visitors could go down the stairs and see inside. The two of you walked by it, and saw very little signs of life.
“You’ll probably see the eel twins a bit. They’re a little shy at first, but Floyd is pretty playful. The octopus, on the other hand, rarely leaves his cave. He’ll venture out to eat, but that’s about it. We should have made that damn thing see-through, but it’s too late now.”
You were glad it was a normal cave, and not transparent like the glass. The Octopus Halfling probably felt safe inside it. It wouldn’t be fair to rob him of that simple pleasure.
“That’s the end of your tour, young lady,” Mr. Crowley said cheerfully, “You start bright and early tomorrow, have a long lunch break, then leave late at night. Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
He looked down at you with a hint of nervousness, as though he expected you to say “no”. But you were determined and excited to explore what your classes had trained you for. Real life application.
“I’m ready!”
Note: So, some of the animals are obvious, but I’m wondering what you all think the others are?
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Cruel Summer (Thomas Shelby x Reader)
Summary: Y/N tries to move on after seeing Thomas with another woman. Thomas comes back after weeks wondering where Y/N went.
Based on this anon ask:
“Hello! Can you please do Tommy is jealous that Y/N is moving on after having a crush on him for years but he was too focused on Grace? He realizes that he loves Y/n more than Grace after seeing her with another man”
Word Count: 2718
TW: drinking, alcohol
(Sorry it took me sooo long! Hope you all enjoy!)
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It’s been weeks since I slept after finding out that Tommy was with Grace. It shook my nervous system in ways I didn’t expect it to. I shouldn’t care as much as my heart actively does. I stopped going outside to water my plants. I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. The only thing I could hold down was tea. It took many days to feel like a person again. The night I caught them kissing at the derby my heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. I hadn’t seen Tommy since that day, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t plan on it. I ran out of that stadium and never looked back.
Strangely enough as one door closed another began to open. Thomas’ brother John had knocked on the door to my townhome one early morning. I answered the door in my pajamas, with my hair messy and wild, sipping a cup of tea out of one hand. “John?” I asked him, looking ahead of him to see if anyone else was with him. He stood there with a perfectly dry-cleaned suit on and his hair slicked back.
“Have you seen Tommy around?” He questioned; his demeanor was so serious that it almost felt like an interrogation.
I turned furious in an instant. “You really think I’ve seen him? I haven’t been out in weeks. What makes you think he’d be with me?” I shouted.
“Aye come off it. I didn’t mean anything by it. Last time I saw he was off to the woods for some gypsy thing. No one's seen him since…are you okay Y/N?” John asked sincerely.
“I’ll be fine John” I mumbled, looking down at his shiny black leather shoes. I took another sip of tea before I felt John’s hand on my cheek, slowly lifting my head up with his thumb so out eyes would meet.
“I know yer not” He sighed. I shook my head slowly and he rushed himself through the door, making his way into my kitchen. “Y’know Y/N if i had known any better I would have come by sooner…just haven’t seen you around…i thought you’d be coming by the betting shop any day now” He admitted.
“John, I barely make it out of my bed most days what makes you think I’d even make it to the betting shop?” I hissed.
John smiled, then realized what i said and how severe it was. His demeanor changed into a melancholic look, and he walked over to me. “Don’t tell me that” he said with his lips trembling. “Why have you done this, Y/N what happened?” John questioned me.
I looked down at the floor and then back up at him. His brown eyes stared me down until something came out of my mouth. “I just…saw him with her” Tears started to form in my eyes.
“Oh, fook me Y/N, him? You have feelings for him?” John asked. “You deserve so much better than my sorry excuse of a brother. He may be my brother, but he has flaws Y/N. Flaws that you are nowhere near” He told the truth and I believed him for once. I always knew Tommy had big dark secrets. I just didn’t know how bad they were and maybe that was for the best. “We’re going out tonight. You and me, eh?” John insisted, holding my hand as he spoke. I smiled for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ready but with John i felt like i could take a leap. “Put a nice dress on, I’ll pick you up at 8” John said and kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily as I watched him walk out of my townhome confidently. He always had this charisma about him, all of the Shelby brothers did. It was effortless to them.
At around 6:30pm I started getting ready. I put on winged black liner on my eyes, and slipped on a tight black dress with lace trim.
At exactly 8pm just like he said, John arrived in front of my house to pick me up. I decided to walk out of my home and saw John get out of the car immediately. He raced up to the passenger door and opened it for me. “You know I would’ve knocked on your door” He stated.
“I figured, but I was impatient” I smiled back at him.
“Well you look absolutely stunning tonight” John complimented. I nodded in his direction and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“So where are we going?” I asked him with a smile.
“You’ll see very soon” John stated and shut the door once i got in. He drove us to a bar that i had never been to. We went in and he got us drinks right away. I sat quietly in a booth with him as we giggled about old times and drank beer to our hearts content. After a few hours John cursed out of nowhere. “Fook me I forgot to pick up Arthur from the Garrison. Linda’s gonna have my arse” He groaned as he got up from the booth.
“I-It’s okay John I can go with you” I sighed. Maybe John was right. Maybe Tommy didn’t dare show his face in this town anymore.
John nodded at me and went up to the bartender to pay his tab, then we went back to his car and drove to the Garrison. John turned the car off and turned his attention to me. “Are ye sure you want to come in?” He asked politely.
“I’ll be fine John” I placed my hand on his and gave him a small smile. He held my hand for a minute in return before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked to the passenger side and opened my door, letting me get out before he slammed the door shut. We walked into the Garrison with our hands intertwined and John yelled out for Arthur. He was drunk off of his face, sitting at the bar and laughing with a random man I’ve never seen before. And by the looks of Johns confused face, neither did he.
“Alright Arthur come with us. Don’t wanna keep that Linda waiting do we” John spoke, trying to coax Arthur out of his drunken state.
Arthur looked at John and back to his drink then guzzled his entire glass of dark liquor in one go. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He said he’d be back” He slurred.
John groaned audibly, “Arthur, Y/N and I are taking you home. Tommy’s not coming he-“
“He what” Thomas spoke from the bar’s entrance. My stomach turned and I no longer felt happy from all those drinks like I did a minute ago.
Thomas and I exchanged quick glances before his gaze went back to his brothers. John stood in shock for a moment but it quickly faded to anger. “You don’t get to just leave us without an explanation Tom” He growled.
“I never left. Did I Arthur?” Thomas asked and walked up closer to the two brothers.
“Aye. He’s been out with his woman I reckon” Arthur raised his empty glass in support but Thomas grew furious.
“Never said anything like that you drunken bastard” Tommy growled.
“You didn’t have to” John huffed and walked towards me. He motioned to go out the door and i nodded my head in agreement, taking his hand once more.
“Where the hell are you two going?” Thomas roared from behind.
“We’re leaving for the night. You enjoy Arthur” John smiled before leaving the bar with me. I walked out of the garrison with John and felt myself crumbling. I walked the cobblestone street to get to his car and stopped.
“John…I need to go home” I croaked out.
“Y/N Please tonight was supposed to-“ He pleaded.
“John I need to go right now” I huffed, nearly running to the car at this point.
I made it to the car and opened the door myself, hopping in as fast as I could. John got in and slammed his driver side door, turning the car on angrily.
“I didn’t want this to happen” He sighed.
“What?” I asked grumpily.
“Just all of it. Fuckin Tom” He growled.
“Just take me home, John” I mumbled. Completely over seeing Thomas in person. I just wanted to climb into a hole and die.
The ride home was silent. Nothing but John’s breathing and cursing under his breath. It took us 15 minutes until I finally made it home. I made it home and rushed out of the car, slamming the door and storming into my townhouse after unlocking the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making sure no peaky ever got in.
I stepped into my kitchen and ran to the cupboard beside my refrigerator. I opened it and took out the bottle of red wine that had been sitting there for months. I went to fetch a bottle opened from the drawer beside it and heard a loud knock at the door.
“Leave me alone John” I shouted and proceeded to open the bottle of wine. I twisted the cork and it popped out of the bottle. Then yet again another knock. “I told you to leave me alone!” I yelled. I sighed deeply and got a wine glass out of my upper cabinets, pouring wine into my glass and taking a large swig.
Suddenly the knocks on my front door grew louder and i couldn’t take it anymore.
I cursed under my breath and stomped to the front door, unlocking it and about to curse out the person behind the door.
“I told you to leave me-“ I yelled until I saw who the person behind the door was. Thomas Shelby in the flesh.
“You can hate me all you want but do NOT get revenge by using my brothers” He argued with his baby blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair.
“I wasn’t getting revenge anyone. It's something called moving on” I huffed and tried closing the door on him. Thomas held the door open and stared me down.
“Then why go out with John” He asked me with hurt in his eyes.
“It’s none of your business, Tom. Go home” I stated and tried to close the front door again, but it was no use.
“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Tommy asked angrily. I wanted to curse him out but instead I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the front stoop with him and shut the door behind me.
“Thomas I’m trying to move on. The same as you did weeks ago with that blonde girl. I’m tired of you being in my life” I huffed and nearly cried. Just a minute later rain started to pour onto us. I felt cold drops trickle down my shoulders and looked down at them sliding down my arms.
When suddenly Thomas asked me, “…Why don’t you want me in your life, Y/N” This time with a fallen face and broken-down demeanor.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I wasn’t prepared to tell him anything about what I saw those past weeks ago. “You need to go Thomas…I-I can’t handle this right now” I croaked and tried to pull myself together.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on” He raised his voice and stared at me deeply with his light blue eyes. The rain had trickled down his head by now, making his dark hair completely wet and straight. He looked good and it just pissed me off even more.
“I never kissed anyone in front of you! Never fucking liked…anyone other than you. And then you go off with other people disappearing for weeks” I cried out and avoided his gaze.
“I didn’t think you wanted me. You ignored me every time we all went drinking. That’s why I went for Grace, but she was using me. Trying to find our guns. Trying to end our company. That’s why I had to leave. I was off the grid” Thomas explained. I sighed and sat on my front steps. Not caring if the rain made me wetter, I just needed to think properly.
“I can't let you go Y/N. Not like this. Nothings started between us. I’ve never got to tell you how I felt” Thomas spoke from behind me.“Y/N look at me” He ordered. I turned to face him, and he stepped down a stair, sitting beside me with his body turned fully towards me.
“I rather die than hurt you. I wish I never did. I don’t want to lose you Y/N” Thomas confessed. I stared at him completely breathless, my hair dripping wet with rainwater. Thomas placed his hands on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I fell into his caress. “Please Y/N” He begged. I started to cry softly, and he wrapped me into his arms. Hugging me with an urgent tightness. I’ve never felt so comforted by anyone like that. “Tell me what you want…be honest, me or John” He gave me an ultimatum. My cheeks flushed a vibrant red color as I left his embrace and stared into his inviting gaze.
“You really don’t know who I like do you…” I asked him.
“I really don’t Y/N…you’re driving me insane right now. Waltzing in with him” He spoke with frustration.
“Me? Like you didn’t drive me to insanity weeks ago? You’ll be fine” I laughed in his face as the rain fully poured down onto us.
“I need you” He spoke, his voice much deeper than it was before.
“And I need a mental vacation but we don’t always get our way Thomas Shelby” I sighed and placed my hands on the stairs, holding myself up.
“Why are you doing this? You just figure when one person finally moves on that you can just come back, and everything would be normal again? You don’t understand how miserable I was because of you. John had to get me out of bed just to be a person again. And you think you can come over once and propose an ultimatum and make everything fine. I’m sick of it Thomas Shelby” I confessed with anger making my blood boil.
“Y/N…I’m sorry. For everything. I didnt know what happened to you. I didn’t even think you cared. No one told me where you went and i had to lay low. I wrote millions of letters i never got to send. I promise I will make everything up to you. Just tell me who you want the most” He pleaded and shuffled closer to me.
“It’s never been John…from the start you were the only person I wanted” I admitted. Getting near his familiar ocean blue eyes was enough for me to become lightheaded. He placed a hand on my wet cheek once more, staring back into my soul like he saw right through me. Rain drops trickled down his forehead making his jaw look even more chiseled.
He carefully placed his thumb on my bottom lip and swiped over it softly. “I’d really like it if you were all mine…permanently” Thomas growled.
“I’ve only been waiting for months” I mumbled out before he leaned in close and kissed me roughly like he yearned for this moment for centuries. The rain came down so hard i couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back. Tasting a mix of my own salty tears and rain water diluting them. I locked my lips against Thomas’ with him repeating back the same way. We shared sloppy, compelling kisses that didn’t stop until we both had to come up for air. When we did, Thomas pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” He breathed.
“Me too.” I smiled. “Let’s go get warmed up. I have wine waiting inside” I offered.
“Sounds like a dream” Thomas spoke and stood up off of the stairs, grabbing my hand and pulling me up in one go. The night ended with us lying in bed without clothes, overly drunk and tangled in the sheets. His big arms holding me tight as we drifted off into a good night’s sleep.
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20/20 - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
(gif by @nicolethered)
Summary: After months of pestering from Sarah, Joel finally concedes that he might need to get his eyesight checked and makes an appointment at your optometrist practice. He really doesn’t want glasses, though.
Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Optometrist F!Reader
Content/Warnings: MDNI; 18+; not explicit as such but implied; no outbreak AU; Joel and reader are broadly around the same age; fluff; Joel in glasses is his own warning; me making stuff up about eye exams
Word Count: 1600 (this was supposed to be a drabble)
Notes: So @lunapascal and @julesonrecord decided I needed to atone for being incredibly thirsty for the sight of a certain someone putting on a pair of glasses. And voilà, a “glasses are hot” one-shot and my first attempt at Mr Miller.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But they’re also fascinating little machines in their own right, and you should know: you’ve been running your own vision care clinic in Austin for almost twenty years, after qualifying as an optometrist and gaining experience for a couple of years at various chains.
Some people love finding out they’re going to get to wear glasses. Others? Not so much.
Your last customer of the day definitely falls into the latter category.
“Mr Miller?”
He looks around him in the empty waiting area, sighs, and stands up to join you in the testing suite. He looks like he’s being sent to the rack, not going for a routine eye examination. You introduce yourself and gesture towards the seat in front of your desk.
“So, Mr Miller -”
“Joel.”
“Joel. What brings you to the clinic today? You’re a new customer, have you just moved to the area?”
Joel looks uncomfortable, shifting in the seat. You guess he’s in his early fifties or so, salt-and-pepper hair and a patchy beard. He’s broad, still evidently a strong and well-built man. His denim shirt, embroidered with a logo that reads Miller Family Contractors, fits snugly but perfectly over his frame.
“No, not new to Austin. Been here my whole life. Just…new to the eye doctor.”
“I see.” You pull up his file on the computer system and note his age. “If you don’t mind me saying, Joel, you’ve done pretty well getting to this stage in life without needing some kind of sight correction. What’s changed?”
He exhales, and for the first time since he sat down he actually makes eye contact with you.
Holy shit. You look at irises and pupils and corneas all damn day. You admire and respect the human eye, but you didn’t think it had the same power of attraction over you. Turns out, it had just been a while since you’d seen eyes as beautiful as his.
Even in the shitty artificial light of the testing suite, you can see that Joel Miller’s eyes are a perfect dark brown: at times like black coffee, at times like fine whiskey, depending on the light. They’re warm and enticing, even without him trying. You notice, too, the laughter lines and wrinkles around those extraordinary eyes - here, despite his stern exterior and manner, is a man who smiles and laughs. Who knows happiness.
“My daughter… she made me. Said she was gettin’ sick of me holdin’ up my phone so I could see the screen, and of missin’ half the stuff in my shows because I was squintin’.”
“Ah, she sounds like a wise person. Well, Joel, let’s get going.”
You conduct the retinal exam and the glaucoma test, Joel flinching as the puffs of air hit each eye. When he almost drags himself off the stool to move over for the pupil reactions and visual acuity testing, you decide to just ask.
“Joel, is everything okay? Are you comfortable with the procedures I’m doing?”
He arranges himself in the chair, his broadness making the equipment look comically small. He flashes you another look with those big brown eyes.
“I…I don’t want glasses.”
It’s not the first time you’ve heard this. “It’s okay, Joel. If you need vision correction we can look at contacts, or even laser surgery if you think that might be an option.”
He grimaces.
“I don’t want pokin’ in my eyes, either. Or lasers pointed at them. Absolutely not.”
You arch an eyebrow. “Well, let’s hope you don’t need glasses, then, Joel Miller.”
You have to get up close to him for parts of the eye test, as normal. To your horror, you realise that every time you do so, you get a surge of desire. He smells of shaved wood, of pine soap, of peppermint, and of leather. You notice the smattering of freckles across the tan skin exposed by the snaps left open on his shirt. You can’t take your own eyes off his hands: big, broad, long, and strong.
Your mind immediately wanders to thinking about what those hands could do to you. Where they could go that you can’t reach with your own fingers, how they’d feel against your skin, reaching for you, groping at your tits as you -
You clear your throat and turn back to the lens unit, away from Joel, lest he see how flustered you are becoming. He’s got a daughter, you remind yourself. He’s got a wife, or a partner.
“Everythin’ okay?”
“Sure, yes, fine, Joel. Sorry, just trying a new lens combination.”
***
Of course he needs glasses. It’s not a very strong prescription, but he seems crestfallen as you talk him through it.
“Joel, I don’t want to be condescending but glasses are a minor hardship when you think of being able to see clearly again.”
For the first time, he cracks a smile. “I know, I know. I just - I dunno. I feel like I’m an old man now, with my glasses and my stiff knees and my tight back. That’s why I didn’t want them, I - vanity, I guess. Didn’t want to admit I was old.”
You smile in return, noting how kind and warm his expression was. “You’re not old, Joel. You look great.”
That was unprofessional.
He blushes. “Until I put the specs on, that is.”
You point to yourself. “I’m wearing contacts today so it’s easier for me to do my job, but in my downtime - I’m glasses all the way.”
He scoffs. “Different for you, though, you’d look pretty no matter what.”
“Pretty?”
Joel looks up at you from under his lashes. “I mean…yeah, you are. Probably even prettier in your glasses, too.”
It’s your turn for the heat to rise to your cheeks, but you can’t help smiling. “Let’s just double-check the last of the personal contact details before we go look at some frames. Says here your emergency contact is Sarah Miller but there’s no description of your relationship - is she your wi-“
“Daughter. Sarah’s my adult daughter. No wife, no girlfriend.”
You try not to smile too obviously. “My emergency contact is my younger sister. Same reason.”
As you print out Joel’s new prescription, there’s a knock on the door - Meghan, your assistant who usually looks after customers when they choose their frames.
“It’s closing time… you want me to stay late?”
You shake your head. “Of course not, Meghan. I think I’ll be able to help Mr Miller choose his new frames. If that’s okay with you, Joel?”
He smiles and turns to Meghan. “I think I’m in good hands.”
***
Joel studies the selection of frames on display in the main public area of the clinic, looking completely overwhelmed. He turns to you, shrugging helplessly.
“I don’t even know where to start. What would you suggest? You’re the expert.”
You move closer to study his features, taking in the size and shape of his face, the firm set of his jaw, the strong line of his nose, the softness of his lips.
Fuck, this is a beautiful man.
You catch your breath momentarily. “Many men who don’t want glasses choose the invisible frames, like these.” You hold up a pair of the lightweight style, placing them gingerly on Joel’s handsome face.
He studies himself in the mirror. “Not bad. Can’t even tell.”
“If I might suggest something, though?”
He nods. “You’re the expert, like I said.”
“I think your features could carry something a little stronger. More definite, more distinguished. Can I show you?”
You pick a couple of acetate frames from the rack, one in a dark caramel brown, the other in a sort of charcoal grey. You hold them out to Joel.
He wavers, and settles on the caramel pair. You watch as he examines the frames, before gently putting them on.
That’s when you give yourself away. The sight of that man putting on those glasses is so devastatingly sexy that you let out a tiny moan. Joel turns, the frames beautifully complementing his colouring and the darkness of his eyes, and it’s all you can do not to moan again.
“You okay?”
“I’m…I’m fine. You just look…very…”
He moves closer, a little smile on his face. “You sayin’ the glasses are doin’ it for you?”
You nod. “That pair, yes. Yes, I think they might be. I’m sorry, this is horribly unprofessional of me.”
He grins. “Can you explain what it is you like about them?”
You swallow hard, turning him to see himself alongside you in a mirror. “They’re stylish. They are strong. They’re distinguished. They’re very…masculine.” You let the next words slip before you can stop yourself. “In other words, they’re very you.”
Joel turns his back to the mirror, focusing on you. “Only because you found them for me. I’d never have tried somethin’ like this.”
“You glad you did?”
“I am. And I’m glad I came in to get my old eyes checked out by the prettiest optometrist in all Texas.”
You laugh, and he catches your hand to pull you in. Your fingers rest lightly on the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the taut denim underneath. You look at him expectantly.
“I know this is probably mighty unprofessional, but…”
You nod. “But I’ve already gone over the line, so…”
Joel leans in, frames still on, and kisses you: hot, hungry, deeply. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, returning his kiss with the same intensity. When you break away, you take his hand and lead him back towards the testing suite.
“More tests, darlin’?”
You arch an eyebrow as you pull him inside and close the door. “I suspect you’ll pass these with flying colours, Joel Miller. You don’t need 20/20 vision for what I’ve got in mind.”
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Double Date
Haha...it’s been a bit. But I’m back, hopefully. And hopefully more consistently!
“You almost ready, dear?” Their partner’s voice called from downstairs.
“Yeah just let me wash up and I’ll be down in a second.” They replied before heading into the bathroom. Nick looked at himself in the mirror. The gray suit and dark blue tie complimented his brown skin well. The dark slacks showed off his recent hours at the gym, something he was most proud of. To top off his appearance, a freshly shaven face along with dark curls gave Nick quite the handsome appearance.
“Nick! Derek and Amir aren’t going to wait all night!” The voice called once more.
“I’m coming Tyler; hold on!” Nick shouted before briskly hurrying down the stairs. Once downstairs, he saw his partner in a black suit that brought out his blue eyes and accentuated his dark hair.
“You look great.” Was all he could think of.
Tyler blushed and said, “Thanks.” Their moment didn’t last long as Tyler quickly remembered they were running late. Rushing to the car, Tyler and Nick hopped in and buckled in.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Nick asked, but Tyler just shrugged. “Too late now.” And with that, the two hurried off as the sun started to set.
“I still think it’s weird that Derek suggested a buffet for a place to have a double date. That one fancy restaurant isn’t too far out of the way.” Nick stated as they waited at a red light.
“Well, it’s a new place so I guess he just wants to check it out. Plus, Derek did suggest this whole thing and offered to pay for it all, so I’m not complaining.” Tyler rebutted, just as the light turned green.
A moment of silence struck the two before Nick finally asked, “Derek’s the one who’s apart of that…group?”
“A group? Like a band?” Tyler asked, teasing Nick.
“You know what I mean. It’s that…thing you’re into.” Nick elaborated, and Tyler’s smile slowly faded.
“...yeah, he’s a feeder.” Tyler nearly mumbled.
Nick’s partner had expressed his interest in bigger men early on in their relationship. Tyler was particular, in that they weren’t content with just dating a bigger guy. They had to grow the man themselves, letting their partner graze and feast like a lazy farm animal. Derek was one of Tyler’s friends that they had made online through a site that connected people with similar thoughts. While Nick had never met Derek, he saw pictures that Tyler took and let him read the messages the two sent back and forth to each other. Though, Nick was never really keen on reading them after seeing the kinds of things they talked about.
When Tyler had brought this up to Nick, with the prospect of Nick going along with Tyler’s “strange dream,” as he put it, Nick declined almost immediately. His goal in college was to work out more and lose what little excess weight he had lingering from high school, and so the two’s goals seemed to be direct opposites of each other. Luckily, Tyler seemed to take the rejection well and basically dropped the subject altogether around Nick. The only time it ever got brought up was when Tyler talked about…
“Derek wanted me to warn you before we go in.” Tyler said, parking the car. Nick had zoned out for so long he hadn’t realized they had already arrived.
Raising his eyebrow, Nick hesitantly asked, “What should I be worried about?”
“Amir is also into the whole…feeder thing. Except he likes to be the one growing.” Tyler said, as if confessing to a sin.
“Okay? Why would that be an issue?” Nick asked, to which Tyler sighed.
“It’s just that. Derek knows you’re not into it, and he and his partner are. He just didn’t want you to be grossed out.” Tyler further explained.
Nick just shrugged and said, “It shouldn’t be a problem for me.”
“Alright then.” Tyler mumbled through a sigh as the two stepped out of the car and headed inside.
The place looked more like a bar than a buffet. The lighting was very dim and all of the seats were covered with leather. The tables were a rustic oak, or some other kind of wood. Each table had antique salt and pepper shakers, adding to the classic look. Despite everything, Nick felt like the place had an eerie quality to it, one that Tyler didn’t seem to feel or notice.
Another strange thing was that none of the customers seemed to be women. They also seemed to be all kinds of overweight. There were a few skinny men, which the couple could quickly identify as twinks, but the majority of the people eating with either chubby or downright fat.
“C’mon, Derek and Amir text me that they’re already here.” Tyler said, going over to a waiter to find their seats. The stick thin man guided the couple over to a booth, where Nick was able to finally lay eyes on his partner’s friend in person, as well as their partner.
Derek’s appearance wasn’t a surprise, as Tyler had shown Nick a photo of him not just two days ago. He had straight, black hair that was neatly combed and was wearing a plaid button-up shirt. Cyan shorts and ankle socks completed the nerdy look, but if Nick had seen Derek walking around the city, or even in the gym, he wouldn’t have batted an eye.
The same couldn’t be said for Amir.
“You must be Nick! I’ve heard a bit about you from Derek already!” Amir introduced himself.
Amir had glasses and short, brown hair. That was about where the typical traits ended. Amir had on a similar plaid button-up, like his partner, but the buttons were strained tightly against his bulbous belly. It must’ve stuck out at least a foot in front of him - maybe more. Nick could see a tank top underneath the shirt, as if Amir or Derek knew it was in danger of snapping off. Continuing to match Derek, Amir had on a pair of orange shorts that clung to his rear and thighs. When Amir had gotten up to greet Nick and Tyler, the man struggled to waddle over to the two without damaging the pants. Thunder thighs, a thick double chin and love handles poking out from under his shirt, Amir was an embodiment of the reason why he really wasn’t keen on going along with Tyler’s…thing. Whatever he may call it.
After introductions, the two sat their possessions down at the table.
“Well, why don’t we grab something to eat?” Derek suggested. Nick and Tyler agreed and headed off to the buffet line, but Amir barely moved and said, “You know what I like to eat, right babe?” “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He teased, giving Amir a kiss on the cheek before walking with Nick and Tyler.
Tyler and Derek talked for a bit before Derek said, “Amir’s favorite dishes are over this way; I’ll meet you guys back at the table!” As Derek headed off to another section of the buffet, Nick pulled his partner over as they grabbed plates for the two of them.
“Dude!” Nick whispered to Tyler, who looked confused. “What? Did I miss something?” They asked, looking around their surroundings.
“You didn’t tell me he’d be, y’know, huge!” Nick whispered again, to which Tyler turned around and rolled their eyes.
“Can you just get through this one dinner, please? For me?” Tyler pleaded, handing Nick a ceramic plate.
Looking into his partner’s eyes and sighing, Nick reluctantly took the plate and headed over to the buffet line, Tyler following quickly after. Nick quickly noticed that there weren’t a ton of healthy options to choose from. There was a salad bar, but it looked like it hadn’t been restocked recently. It made sense, since the lines were at the buffet trays with burgers, french fries and pizza. Even the options that seemed healthier, like steak and mashed potatoes, were dripping in either grease or butter. Nick hesitantly put a burger, some fries and a steak on his plate, trying to keep it light. However, he was still hungry and the food definitely smelled good, so he decided on eating something. Plus, he was sure Amir would eat whatever he didn’t.
The thought reminded him that Derek had gone to a different part of the restaurant for Amir’s food. “If this isn’t the stuff Amir likes, I’m not sure I wanna see what he does like.” Nick thought to himself as he walked back to their table with Tyler.
Unfortunately for Nick, his question was answered as he saw Derek had already gotten back to the table and was feeding Amir some food. At least, that’s what Nick thought it was. Derek had brought back an entire pizza tray, and the pizza had hamburgers as toppings. It only got worse the more Nick saw; deep fried burgers, bacon wrapped ribs, cheese-stuffed wings and dessert lasagna were just a few of the items lined in front of Amir. The pig himself was being stuffed to the brim by Derek, moaning and groaning with each mouthful for greasy, disgusting slop.
Derek noticed the two sitting down and blushed a bit, “Oh! Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”
“I could ask you two the same thing!” Tyler teased, setting their plate of salad and chicken fries down on the table.
Nick followed in his partner’s example and gave a disingenuous chuckle. Looking down at his plate, he realized he also went a little overboard. Whereas Tyler had only gotten a salad and some chicken, he had enough to feed a few people.
“Ty, I’m not sure I can-”
“Oh, I got you two sodas to drink. Sorry Nick, they were out of tea and water.” Derek mentioned before going back to feeding Amir. Sauces surrounded his mouth and spilled to his chest, which was barely hidden from public view.
Shaking his head, Nick just decided to eat something and get this double date over with. Grabbing his burger, Nick noted how grease dropped from the bottom bun. Taking a breath, Nick closed his eyes and took a light bite of the sandwich.. It tasted amazing! Somehow, the grease didn’t bother Nick at all, so he took another bite. Again, it was delicious! He barely noticed how quickly he finished his burger and moved onto his steak. It was at this point that he casually started grabbing some fries intermittently, not wanting to stop himself from eating. Nick hastily cut up his steak, finding it surprisingly easy to cut through the meat. He figured with all the grease, the steak would be cooked poorly, but his knife and fork went through like butter. It was almost as if the steak was butter itself with how greasy it was and how good it tasted!
After a mere ten or so minutes, Nick found his fork hitting a bare plate. Smiling, Nick sat back and started to talk.
“Man, that was surprisingly-URRP!” Nick surprised himself with a belch.
“Sorry, he’s a bit of a pig.” Tyler apologized to Derek and Amir.
Raising his eyebrow, Nick turned to his partner and said, “What do you mean pig? I’m not the one who’s-”
“Oh, don’t worry. I know a thing or two about guys who act like pigs.” Derek joked, smiling at Amir, who smiled back before opening his mouth for another piece of chocolate lasagna. It was as if Nick hadn’t even tried to say anything to them.
“Yeah, I mean, babe, getting two plates full of greasy food isn’t exactly healthy.” Tyler commented, motioning to a plate filled with mashed potatoes, pizza and wings.
Taking a bite of pizza as if it had always been there, Nick rolled his eyes at the hypocrisy. “Can a man not be hungry? It’s a buffet after all.” Nick thought to himself, devouring a few wings before going back to the pizza. He licked his lips and the surrounding areas of his mouth of grease, letting out another small belch after drinking some soda. As Nick started on the mashed potatoes, he felt something start to rub his stomach. Looking down to see Tyler’s hand going in a circular motion, Nick continued to eat without questioning what they were doing. Why should he? He knew they were just trying to help him eat more, since Tyler knew how much he loved to eat.
“Babe, do you want my chicken wings? I’m kinda full already.” Tyler said, pushing his plate towards Nick as if they already knew the answer.
The boy dipped the wings in his mashed potatoes, moaning at the combined taste of grease and butter. It was astounding! Once again finishing his plate within minutes, Nick leaned back as Tyler continued to massage his gut.
“We should go out for new clothes soon; I think you’re starting to enjoy eating a bit too much.” Tyler half-joked.
Nick looked down to see his bloated gut. It was just bloated, right? With the way Tyler squeezed it and the feeling Nick got from it, he wasn’t sure.
“Tyler, can you stop rubbing-UURRRRP.” Nick let out a slightly larger belch.
“What’s wrong babe?” They asked, still continuing to massage their boyfriend’s stomach. They started to push and prod more, feeling their hands sink into the squishy chub.
“I’m serious, I don’t feel-” Just as Nick was mid-sentence, he let out a fart. It was only loud enough for the table to hear, but Nick felt just as embarrassed all the same. Well, embarrassed at first.
“Ooohhhh.” Nick moaned, as if he had just lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders.
“Nice one dude!” Amir complimented, letting out his own belch and fart before continuing to be fed.
At that moment, Nick remembered that this was a double date. He looked over at Amir and saw that the bottom button on his shirt had snapped off at some point, leaving just enough olive-colored belly exposed so you could see his bellybutton. Amir and Derek were obviously not perturbed by Nick’s display of gluttony. In fact, nobody seemed to think Nick’s behavior was strange at all, including the man himself.
“I’m gonna go get more food.” Nick said, going to stand up and finding that he had to readjust his center of balance. Though it surprised him at first, a grumbling stomach and the scent of food distracted him long enough to not think much of it.
“I’ll come with. Just in case you grab more than you can carry.” Tyler teased, but no one seemed to take it as a joke.
Quickly heading back to the buffet line, Nick grabbed a few burgers this time, doing the same with multiple pizza slices. He barely noticed how they dripped with more cheese and grease than the ones he had eaten minutes ago. Nick quickly filled up his second plate with wings and fries. Noticing the dessert bar, which he had purposefully ignored his first time around, Nick decided to put a cupcake and donut onto his second plate.
“Is there anything you want more of babe?” Tyler asked, poking his head over Nick’s shoulder to see what he was getting.
Realizing he had been in a sort of trance, Nick snapped back to reality and looked over at his partner. “Uh, whatever you think I’d like. Those wings and burgers were pretty good.” Nick responded, and Tyler smiled before heading over to the buffet line.
Coming back to the table to see that Amir was nowhere near done with his first course, Nick and Tyler placed their plates down once again. This time, however, they had to be much more careful not to spill anything.
Almost immediately, Nick got to eating. The burgers tasted even better than they had earlier, despite how he left even less time to savor their tastes. Cheese and sauce spilled onto Nick’s shirt and splattered around his mouth. It was like some urge had taken over his normally pragmatic attitude. This continued with the pizza, tomato sauce and bits of other toppings making a mess of Nick’s face and outfit.
“Mmpf, sho good.” He couldn’t help but moan out. He could hear Tyler and Derek talking about something, but didn’t pay it enough attention to actually listen. Instead, Nick continued to stuff himself, letting out moans and groans as he ate. Finishing his first plate, he let out a burp and thought “I could eat this stuff all day.”
Nick reached for his second plate, but noticed a plate holding a rack of ribs in front of him. That wasn’t always there, was it? Maybe it was one of the plates Tyler had gotten him. Either way, the barbecue smell was tantalizing and Nick started to chow down on the ribs. The meat fell right off the bone, leaving his face covered with bits of ribs and barbecue sauce. More moans were elicited from the man, followed by a fart that went unnoticed by everyone at the table, including Nick. “Man, why am I so hungry?” Nick thought as he tore apart more of the ribs.
Finishing the last of the ribs, Nick let out a belch just as Derek spoke up.
“So Nick,” He started, shoving a donut into Amir’s mouth, “Tyler told me that you were actually the one who proposed the idea of gaining.”
Nick’s eyes went wide. “Hu-URRRP” He barely got out before belching. Absentmindedly, he shoved some fries in his mouth as he tried to process the conversation.
“What’s wrong honey? Don’t you remember asking me to cook more for you?” Tyler asked.
“No, I explicitly remember saying-URRRRRRRP. God damn why am I so gassy?” Nick complained, losing his train of thought.
“Here, you’re just bloated. Keep eating and let me help.” Tyler said, holding another pizza slice in front of Nick’s mouth. They then started to rub Nick’s stomach, causing him to realize a few things.
First, Nick let out a moan, discovering how good it felt when his partner massaged his stomach. It caressed some gas out, but it was worth it for more room and just the feeling in general.
Second, Nick felt Tyler’s hand right on his stomach. Not the button up shirt he was wearing, but his bare skin. Looking down, Nick realized the bottom button of the shirt had popped open, leaving a bit of his stomach on for show.
“Whoa, what the he-mmpf, mmmh.” Nick could barely get out before being fed more.
“Shh, just relax baby.” Tyler cooed. Nick wasn’t used to Tyler being so dominant.
“Babe I’m…getting fat…fast…” Nick said between mouthfuls of food.
“I know right! It’s so sexy how your body’s basically just…giving up!” Tyler nearly panted out.
Nick felt like he should be disgusted by what Tyler said, but, against all instinct, he could feel blood rushing towards his dick. He opened his mouth to say something, but Tyler shoved a wing in instead. Nick habitually chewed the wing, opening his mouth once again to say something, but was just fed more by his partner.
Tyler continued to feed Nick more and more, with Nick realizing that they should’ve run out of food awhile ago. He felt more air on his stomach, and, when he went to reach for it, felt that it wasn’t bloated at all. Instead, Nick could jiggle his stomach and grab at the rolls that made it up. His partner took advantage of this, squeezing the stomach to coax more belches and farts out as Nick ate. Nick could barely resist, the feeling of Tyler’s hands on his stomach still igniting an electric feeling in him.
“You’re becoming such a pig.” Tyler whispered as he held a cupcake in front of Nick’s mouth.
“I’m not a-URRRRRP-ooohhh.” Nick barely got out. The more he ate, the harder it was to believe what Tyler was saying was false.
“Babe. I look-URRRP-a mess.” Nick breathed out before he was fed more. Sauces now dripped onto his belly, with red and yellow stains bleeding into his top. Though, it wasn’t like the top was hiding much, just acting as a cover for Nick’s inflated chest. Faint outlines of enlarged nipples could be seen through the fabric. His pants didn’t fare much better, as his rear had pushed them down so far just his boxers were keeping it from being exposed to the public. If he ate much more, his ass crack would probably be visible to the people at the table behind them.
“Aww, don’t worry Nick-y. Amir’s bursted his shirt open too.” Tyler said, as if being compared to that fat pig of a man offered any recompense.
Though, it did remind Nick to actually check his surroundings and look across the table. Amir looked absolutely stuffed, but was still eating more. His ginormous stomach was out and exposed, his moobs the only hidden part of his upper body. Sweaty, dirty rolls were exposed, and if Nick could look under the table he would see that there were tears in Amir’s pants as well. Despite this, all he could hear from Amir was moans of “More,” or satisfied groans of pleasure.
“Man, Amir looks pretty filthy Derek.” Tyler commented as they fed Nick more. At this point, Nick could barely resist eating whatever was held up in front of his face, thanks to his paranormal hunger.
“Yeah, he tends to get pretty worked up when we’re out eating.” Derek commented. He fed Amir another burger, mustard dripping from his double chin and onto what was left of his shirt. “Your pig seems to be pretty messy too.” Derek said, pointing at Nick.
“C’mon man, I’m not that dir-URRRRRP,” Nick belched out. It was getting harder and harder to fight back against the comments Derek and Tyler made about him.
Nick farted before Tyler fed him and spoke up, “Yeah, I tried to keep cleaning him for the longest time, but he’s gotten so fat and lazy that getting him to fit into the shower is too much of a struggle.” Sweat dampened Nick’s underarms and in between his moobs. His exposed rolls of fat felt cool with the sweat dripping off of them in the air conditioned room. Even more food stains appeared on Nick’s shirt and skin. Gas flowed out of him even more easily now.
“URRRRP-urgh, fuck.” Nick panted before farting and being fed more.
“Y’know, he’s gotten so lazy he stopped bothering with shaving. I was a little concerned at first, since he was so obsessed with it before, but I think it’s super hot now.” Tyler went on, rubbing Nick’s stomach.
Hair started to sprout on Nick’s exposed skin, his belly going from shiny and clear to sweaty and hairy. The same could be said about his chest and arms. Peach fuzz appeared on his cheeks at first, but the hair on his chin and upper lip thickened to look like a darker shade of fur. Bits of food appeared in the fur on his face, which Nick instinctively tried to lick out.
Finally, the third button burst on Nick’s top, leaving only one button to keep his shirt together. Not like it was holding anything back, as essentially all of Nick’s sweaty, bloated, hairy body was exposed. He looked more like a bear than the pig Tyler and Derek had teased him of being.
“Damn! I didn’t think Amir would be the last one to burst out of his shirt!” Derek admitted, sounding genuine for the first time that night.
“Urgh, babe, URRP, I want more.” Nick gasped out, lust on his breath.
Smiling, Tyler gave him a peck on the cheek and said, “Of course baby! Wanna come with Derek?”
And with that, the two, bulbous men were left with the scraps of food they hadn’t been fed.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Amir asked after Derek and Tyler were out of earshot.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess.” Nick replied, shoveling bits of fries and nachos into his mouth.
“Why’d you wanna start gaining? From what I’ve heard you used to be super fit.” Amir spoke, picking at bits of fried food on the plates in front of him.
Thinking back, Nick got a headache. It was hard to think about his past. He didn’t really have a reason for doing this, or anything really. Tyler made all of his decisions.
“I dunno. To make Tyler happy I guess.” Nick slurped down the leftover nacho cheese.
“Nah, I think it’s more than that.” Amir smirked, causing Nick to look up in curiosity. “From one fatty to another, I know it’s more than that. I love that I get to be a lazy pig and do nothing. Derek just takes care of me and feeds me whenever I ask. He gets to decide how big I am and if I’ll ever lose any of this.” Amir went on, motioning to his jiggling body
The words resonated with Nick, causing him to let out a quiet moan as he ate.
“And from the sound of it, you feel similarly.” Amir smiled before continuing to tease, “I bet you love how you’re losing control of your body. Not only is your body growing out of control, but you can’t help but spew gas and make a mess when you eat. It’s like your partner is making you a human pig.”
Nick let out a more audible moan as he shoved a half-eaten piece of lasagna in his mouth. Cheese dripped onto his chest, getting entangled in the fur there. He slobbered over some leftover fries before shoving them down his throat.
“Fuck…” was all Nick could pant before devouring more leftovers. Sauces splattered around his mouth and what was left of his button up.
“So Nick, I’ll ask again,” Amir said, eating a whole slice of cake in seconds, “Why do you do it?”
Nick belched and shoved a handful of buttery mashed potatoes into his mouth, “I wanna get bigger. Being fat is so…URRRRRP…so sexy.” Nick moaned out, “I love being treated like a pig.”
Amir smirked, letting out his own belch. The conversation was starting to turn him on even more than he already was with Derek feeding him. Unfortunately, before Amir could take it any further Derek and Tyler arrived back at the table, each with a cart full of food.
“The line’s are getting shorter and shorter. We must’ve come at a good time!” Derek innocently said as he sat next to Amir.
“Everything alright babe?” Tyler asked, sitting next to Nick.
“Urp- more…want more…” Nick belched out. Tyler smiled as his partner and shoved a cupcake into his mouth, smearing the icing all around his lips. Nick just licked up the icing like a pig, not bothering to care how Tyler made a mess of him.
“We’ve got such good piggies, don’t we Tyler?” Derek asked aloud, feeding Amir several brownies.
“They’re so nice and fat, and love to eat so much.” Tyler cooed, relentlessly stuffing food into Nick’s mouth. The boy begged for more while his mouth was full of food, unable to resist wanting more.
About halfway through their carts of food, Amir and Nick just started to mindlessly eat whatever was held in front of their mouths. Grunts and moans of pleasure sounded from their table, though it wasn’t much different from the rest of the buffet.
Nick moaned as the final button holding his shirt together burst, causing his moobs to flop out and the rest of his upper body to jiggle. The force caused him to belch, of which Tyler cheered him on for.
“So big…need more…” Nick panted out, barely able to say something before he attacked more food Tyler handed him.
Amir’s shirt didn’t last much longer after that, though Derek did comment about how impressed he was Nick lost his shirt before Amir.
“Such a fat piggy.” Derek teased, grabbing one of Amir’s moobs and jiggling. Amir just moaned, unable to form a coherent thought through the pleasure of gluttony and his growing body.
Though their shirts were basically gone, their pants weren’t fairing much better. Tears could be seen on Nick and Amir’s thighs, with Nick’s ass forcing the back of his pants down so much his rear was really only covered because of his underwear. Plus, his ass had gotten so big and wide that his crack was showing through the gap in his chair. The two cheeks jiggled from the immense force of his farts, Nick enjoying the slight sensation.
As the two neared the end of their carts, Derek and Tyler stuffing them like build-a-bear plushes, the two piggish men could barely contain themselves. Their eyes were glazed over, rolls of fat spilling out due to their lack of clothing. Both were stuck in their underwear, fat bodies completely on display.
Faint creaking could be heard from each man’s chair, but they were so invested in consuming that they didn’t pay attention.
“Last donut babe. Eat up.” Tyler ordered, Nick opening his mouth wide to devour the morsel. Chewing at a languid pace, Nick eventually ate the last of his meal, celebrating his accomplishment with a weak burp. Just then, his chair came crashing down the ground, Nick’s immense body jiggling from the impact. He let out more gas from the force of the crash, though his moans of joy were louder than his gas.
“Nick! Are you alright?!” Tyler asked, with genuine concern.
“URRRP! So big…so fat…” Nick moaned out, slowly rubbing his expansive belly as he let out more gas.
Amir fell shortly after, making a similar comment about his size.
“Such a…fat pig…more…” Amir gasped. It wasn’t that he wanted more to eat, but he was so used to asking more more it became habitual.
“I think it’s time to head home. Our piggies need to get to their dessert feast at home!” Derek commented, which elicited pleasant, eager groans from both blobs.
Helping their partners up, Tyler and Derek led their fat pigs to a wide truck in the parking lot. Nick was about to say something about driving separately, but he remembered that no car would be able to hold him comfortably. Plus, this made it easier to get to his feast at Derek’s house.
Their arms under their pigs’, Tyler and Derek slowly helped the two fatties into the back seat of the truck. The seatbelts didn’t fit over their bodies, but their weights were so massive that the belts probably wouldn’t have done much anyways.
Starting on their way home, Nick let out a belch as he watched the buffet slowly travel out of sight.
“You’ve been a pretty good piggy tonight. I love how big you are.” Nick heard Amir say as he leaned over towards Nick. As his body grew closer to Nick’s, so did Amir’s face. It wasn’t long before their lips collided, the two pigs groping each other’s bodies as they made out.
“That was a pretty successful trip considering Nick was even skinnier than you when we got there.” Derek said, noticing the two in the back were preoccupied.
“Well, he had less body fat than me. The muscle was the difficult part. For me, at least.” Tyler said, “Is your shake really that strong? I gave it to Nick like an hour or two before we even left for the buffet.”
“When the food is as fattening as Patty’s it is! I swear, every feeder and their mother has been to that place at least once! I was surprised you’d never been.” Derek commented, causing Tyler to rub the back of his neck.
“I never had the chance to go.” He awkwardly stated, but Derek gave a beaming smile.
“Well now you do!” He said, pointing to the two fat men continue to make out in the back.
Amir and Nick were feeling every crevasse, every roll, every cell of cellulite on each other’s bodies.
“You know what good piggies get, right?” Amir asked with a devious smirk. Nick just moaned, too bothered thinking about fat and food to coherently respond.
Amir lowered himself, lifting Nick’s heavy belly. Going under, Nick’s moans just got louder and more piggish. When Amir found his target, he nearly let out a squeal. He loved being a fat pig.
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Crossing The Line | Part 14
Said metalhead was wearing a leather jacket, black, ripped at the knee denim jeans with a wallet chain dangling from a belt loop draped round to his back pocket, a bullet belt, that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, combat boots, and an iron maiden tee.
His hair was its seemingly usual unruly mass of dark brown curls, and he had lightly smudged dark eyeliner around his eyes to make his eyes pop. That was the extent of how much effort Eddie had put into his outfit. And yet he looked like the tastiest little snack Steve had ever seen in his life, he loved it.
They were like polar opposites style wise but from the look on Eddie’s face they were both exactly what each other wanted.
“Sweater vest for Eddie” Steve parroted with a warm smile and a bashful little, “I figured… I mean… I thought you’d like it.”
Now, Eddie had turned up at that apartment, with the intention of figuring out whether or not Steve was wearing ear plugs at his gig and just lying to him to get into his pants (which, flattering, but also rude), and going from there.
But then Steve opened the door in that sweater vest. With that smile. Claiming he wore it because he thought Eddie would like it and his heart just did a series of pathetic flip flops and any hope of Eddie ever being mad even if he did wear earplugs went out the window because what the fuck. What the fuck.
What the ever-loving fuck.
How was this man real?
He needed to send Mike Wheeler a goddamn gift basket for sort of introducing him to the guy although he was pretty sure Mike would blow a gasket knowing he was severely crushing on the guy who apparently ‘ruined’ crazy train.
He didn’t even ruin it, it was just… a different style than Crazy Train was supposed to be in! “I love it… suits you way more than the metal look, definitely should have worn it for the gig.” Would have stuck out like a sore thumb but by god he’d have been the prettiest thing there.
Cool as a cucumber, Steve leaned himself against the doorframe, that bashful smile turning coy with just the raise of a brow and the flash of teeth “I dunno, then I’d have missed the look on your face just now.”
“Well I mean, sweater vests, cute glasses, slippers, are we having a cosy night in, Stevie?” Be cool, be cool, be super cool, don’t be a weird little nerd, don’t be a weird little nerd.
Steve reached out, warm hands taking Eddie’s own, then gently, he tugged Eddie inside. “Well, we can if you come in.” And he was hit by a wall of something delicious. A smell so delightful that his stomach just had to rumble in protest over the fact that he wasn’t already eating it.
Ear plugs? Who gave a shit about ear plugs really?
Okay no, he had to stick to some morals, even if his stomach was angrily telling him to wait until after dinner because then at least if Steve turned out to be a very sneaky asshole, he’d at least have gotten a meal out of the night.
“Wait wait” the door was closed but at least Steve seemed to pause, that smile dropping, replaced by curiosity, god how did he make that look cute? Stupid knitwear an glasses combo. “Okay so… this is probably gonna sound dumb, but Frank noticed it, y’know Frank, our bassist? He uhm… he noticed you were wearing what looked like ear plugs at the gig and uh…” oh god the eyes widened, his eyes widened, Eddie wanted the floor to swallow him whole. First real date in god. How many years? And he was fucking it up by bringing up something nobody else would bring up on a date with Steve Goddamn Harrington. “…Were they… earplugs?”
Fuckers would probably just be happy to be there. Could wear those big ol construction site noise cancelling headphones and nobody else would bat an eyelid, but it was about PROFESSIONAL COURTESY, Eddie was a musician too!
He didn’t want to be on a date with someone in the industry (wildly different success rates with it but WHO CARES) who was lying about liking his music to get in his pants.
It could have gone a few different ways, gaslighting being one of them, but Steve smiled, he had such a pretty smile good lord. “Mmhm, c’mere I’ll show you.” Steve was still holding his hand, so Steve had the full capability of pulling him through the entryway toward one of the two bedrooms in the obviously temporary apartment, probably just rented for the time they were there like an Air BnB situation. The room was pretty tidy, save for a little dressing table covered in hair products. “Theeese are them.” And he produced a little silver cannister from his bag and deposited it into Eddie’s hand.
Curious snooping was pretty much accepted in that situation, so Eddie unscrewed the top and emptied the contents into his palm, two sets of black earplugs with a little hole running through the centre, fitted with a sort of white mesh material which sat snuggly within the hole.
“…What am I looking at here, Steve?” Steve just breathed a little laugh and took one from him, then popped the centre circle out of one, the little white mesh disk sitting perfectly in his palm.
“So, short story long, I was a dumb teenager. Rich kid surrounded by bad influences, y’know the whole stereotypical drill, pretty much every magazine in the country and some outside of it painted me as kind of an asshole, ‘King Steve’ they’d call me. I hated it but it’s kind of like quicksand in those old adventure movies, y’know? Just dragging you under, inescapable. Anyway, I also walked headfirst into a low set doorway ogling Chris Hemsworth’s biceps so... I’ve had a few brain injuries.” He tapped the side of his head with his index finger twice in rapid succession. “That uh… it has side effects… brains are tricky, a few too many concussions can get you hearing loss, sight loss, it can get you chronic migraines, aversion to sound, lights, it can do a lot of invisible damage… I… struggle with sound sometimes. And my sight too hence the glasses, but sound is the relevant one here.”
Eddie tilted his head a little in question, a silent motion to continue, research had given him none of this information. Maybe that he was a shitty teenager once but nothing else.
“Sharp noises, like uh… electric guitars played in a certain way, speakers turned all the way up, I get migraines basically and these are designed to filter out certain pitches to make things easier on my ears. Maybe… maybe I missed a few chords here and there, maybe some of it sounded a little off, but I can still hear through the plugs just fine. Robin got them for me, they’re supposed to help people with tinnitus, sensory issues, migraines…” he took the plugs back one by one, placing them back into the cannister and dropping it back into his bag, before he returned to Eddie and retook his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze “I swear I could hear just fine during your gig, and I really enjoyed it. I really like your music, Eddie… I think you’re amazing.”
Eddie felt like he was going to spontaneously combust right there on the spot.
Flattery always did have a certain effect on him, and with it being laid on so thick, honeyed words without an ounce of dishonesty in them… there was really only one response he could conjure in the moment, “…can I kiss you?” And the smile it earned, worth the brain dead moment.
“Well since you asked so nicely, but only one, dinner first, kisses later.” Kisses. Kisses. Plural. Many many kisses. Eddie felt like one of those cartoon characters that got all flushed and then just simply melted. Even though the kiss Steve gave him was chaste, a gentle, but lingering press of soft lips against his own, one of Steve’s hands cradled his cheek and god,
How had he lived until that moment not kissing Steve Harrington?
“Nono one more” was his sole complaint when Steve eased back, feeling the breath of Steve’s laugh dusting his damp lips, and the caress of his lips so very close whispering,
“Okay, just one” before doing just that.
Part 16
#PirateWrites#Crossing The Line#Steddie#No Upside Down AU#Flattery /works/ on him#especially if its honest flattery
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Just wanted to make me jealous?
Jouno Saigiku x Reader NSFW
Sorry for the grammatical mistakes and word repetitions, english isn't my native language!
This is my first fanfiction, hope you'll enjoy ♡
Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x fem!reader
Contains... celebration party, alcohol, party killer Jouno, dance with Tecchou, smut!, oral (fem!receiving), dom!Jouno, begging, tummy bulge, dirty talk, hair pulling, masochist reader, choking
AFAB reader
You’ve joined to the Hunting Dogs one month ago, finished your first mission succesfully with Jouno and Tecchou that’s why the team thought, this must be celebrated with a party.
You was in your apartment at the HQ, getting ready for the night while listened your favourite music. It was a hot summer day so you picked a short black skirt with a black cami top as your outfit. You choose a black leather choker for accessory. Luckily the dresscode is not the hunting dog uniform this time. While putting on your eyeliner and dark red lipstick fantasied about what will wear the others.
You haven’t seen them in casual clothes except Tecchou. You had to bring up to his apartment a letter from Fukuchi at late night, he opened the door wearing only a grey boxer, probably you woke him up. Your cheeks turned red when you stared his muscles and abs instead of his eyes. He didn’t notice your reaction because he was sleepy.
You checked yourself in the mirror last time, sprayed yourself with parfume and headed to the office what was the party’s spot.
You walked next to the building where your office was, you already heard the loud music from inside. You opened the door and what you saw. Fukuchi singed into his bottle of beer:
- I’ve been searching for a man, all across Japan, just to find, to find my samurai! – while pointing with his other hand toward Tecchou who danced with his sword.
In the corner at the table Jouno with his head down covering his ears, said:
- Finally Y/n! Do something with these two! They are giving me headache!
- What’s wrong Jouno? – Fukuchi laughed.
- The loud music pain in my ass, I don’t need your false voice too! Anyway Y/n has arrived she is the reason why we are here. – Jouno answered with his head on the table.
Tecchou threw away his sword, opened his arms and hugged you tightly. He wears a dark grey shorts decorated with a lance on it, and a black singlet so you can see his well muscled arms. And feel them around you... On the top of his head was a lighting party glasses. You hugged him back.
- Wow Tecchou how much did you drink already?
- aonly one glass of whiskeycola with BBQ sauce. – Jouno answered to my question instead of Tecchou who looked devestating to him. You thought he should be drink more to acting like this.
- What do you want to drink Y/n? – Fukuchi asked you and turned lower the music.
- I would whsikeycola too but without BBQ thank you...
Your boss poured it for you while the rest of hunting dogs has arrived. Teruko wears a small glittered dark pink dress and Tachihara? He almost lost in his elegant suit, he’s a kid.
- I told, you will come to the party 10 years younger than you really – Teruko laughed on him.
- Don’t mess with me Teruko! I will be drunk very quickly with this body!
You chuckled on his situation. You was happy they gathered because of you, and of course they like to have fun too. Except Jouno who still sitting in the corner of the office. To be honest, you liked him from the beginning. He is smart and mysterious, you heard from the others he likes or just liked to torture people. Quiet, calm and serious, but it’s funny to see him arguing with Tecchou. He is blind, but sometimes he is better in fight thanks to his hightened senses what stimulated your mind. You walked toward to him.
- Can I sit down? – you asked. He wears an elegant peach xolored shirt and a dark brown pants.
- Of course you can. Besides I want to congratulation to you, for your first succed mission. – he kindly smiled to you.
- Thank you. What do you drink Jouno? – you asked and wanted to clink with him for the celebration.
- Coffee. My senses dulling under the effects of alcohol. Incidintally I handle with the booze well, just difficult to sense anything around me then. – he explained.
- Oh, I see. So you won’t clink with me? – you looked at him dissapointed – Just a glass of something? – Teruko appeared on his side with a bottle of whiskey and a glass, started to pour the alcohol in it.
- I hope this meets your needs Sir – she said and gave to him the glass of whsikey.
- What do you want? – the white haired man asked her suspiciously – You never act like this.
- I just never saw you drink. I’m curious how will it affect you. Maybe will you dance? – her eyes are sparkled as if it were her greatest desire.
- I won’t dance. I lose my sense of space because of the loud music...
- Then, we will dance instead of you! Come Y/n!
You felt bad about him. He doesn’t look like who likes to dance or being drunk. Just imagined yourself in his place. Your heartbeat changed, he could feel it.
- Don’t worry about me. I’m having a great time, go dance with the others, I won’t leave. – how he said his last word clinked his glass to yours. – Cheers darling!
And he drank what was in your glass like you did.
You went to the others, drank more and more. Danced together with the adult Tachihara after Teruko changed his real age back. You felt yourself a little fuzzy, knew your place, just was a little bit feisty. You had a long slim fitting dance with Tecchou who was behind you caresses your hips and gave soft kisses to your neck. You played with his locks. Jouno noticed your little play and walked toward to you.
- I think I’m going home. This was a great party but enough for me. Good night! – he said without emotions and went to the door. You separated from Tecchou and went after him.
- Wait Jouno! I wanted to go too, wait for me please, just say goodbye to everyone.
- I’ll wait outside. Hurry.
You went back to Tecchou, gave a kiss on to his cheek. He was kinda cute, didn’t wanted to do anything what you don’t want, just flirted like you with him. You said goodnight to everyone and left them, they turned up the music louder and continued to dance.
Jouno waited for you at the side of the building.
- You didn’t look like who want to leave.
- But I am. This was enough for me too. I doesn’t want to be too drunk before I do something stupid. Anyway, if you are the reason of the party, and can't pay attention for everyone that’s not fun. So, would you like to come home with me?
He was suprised what you said, couldn’t find the words, just nodded.
You entered in your apartment, took off your shoes and walked into your kitchen.
- Do you want to drink something? – you asked.
- Water please. – he said. You opened your fridge and took of a bottle of water and a sake. You him the water.
- One shot of sake? – you asked.
- I’m in.
You poured sake for the two of you. Jouno raised his glass to you.
- Thank you for the invitation. It’s very kind from you. – he drank a little bit of his booze – I’d bet Tecchou will stand here tonight. Or you in his bed. – you chuckled on this.
- No no no. I don’t want anything from Tecchou. I mean, I like him so much, he’s very cute and kind. His body is wow, his hair... I enjoyed his approach but...
- But? – Jouno cut you off, drank his sake down to the last drop and moved closer to you . – You like him, so what’s the problem?
He felt your fastened heartbeat. You was confused, couldn’t find the words, didn’t know the right answer. But you knew.
- I just don’t want him like that. – you answered a little bit more tetchier. He stepped more closer, you were within reach neither from each other now.
- Then who do you want like „that”? – another step forward you.
- No one. – you asked quickly.
- This is a despicable lie you’re telling dear. – he smiled devilishly, placed one of his hand under your chin, made you look at him. You flinched of his touch and nearness.
- You can’t lie to me do you know? When we were on that mission, I took you cover, you acted like now. You was flustered because of my touch... When I took of my cape and spread it on you because you were cold. You checked my build. – he chuckled – I offered to take off my top and give it to you, ensure that you warm up faster. I felt how your heartbeat changed. You were embarrassed by the thought of my half naked body. And tonight’s special production from you and Tecchou? Just wanted to make me jealous. You don’t want anything from him... but from me? I’m standing here in your apartment not him, this isn’t an accident. Tell me if I’m wrong dear.
His smile is cocky, your lips are inches from his. You can’t say a single word. You are blusted. Your face is full red now, lost in your thoughts. Impossible to hide your feels before him. He didn’t hesitate to catch your lips. His mouth is soft, you can taste the sake on it. He played with yours then entered in. Wasn’t rough, but passionate how his tounge explored your mouth. He breaking off the kiss.
- This is what you wanted right? – he asked, you could feel his breath on your skin.
Your answer was to jumped on him, wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you under your tiny skirt, felt his big hands on your butt. You were in each others mouth, he carried you to your couch, lied you down. He crawled onto you, smoothed your hair away from your face, softly bit your cheek and whispered in your ear:
- You are already wet aren’t you? I smell it, may I taste it?
He turned you more and more, didn’t want to believe, Jouno Saigiku leaned over you. He placed small kisses to your skin while climbing down to your wet spot. One of his hand wandered up to squizze your breast, massaged it. You let out a quiet moan. He rolled up your skirt, kissed your skin around your pantie. Put his nose into your clothed pussy, smelled in it’s fragrance. He licked the fabric and then, like a predator who tasted the blood, with a sudden movement ripped off your pantie. He kissed in your juicy pussy rough, panted into it. He licked it from above to below. Jouno eated you out like no one ever. You runned your fingers through his white locks while moaned his name quietly, what he heard perfectly.
- You are so tasty. – whispered into your burning core.
Then he started to circling around your clit with the tip of his tongue.
- Ahh Jouno! – you moaned his name throwing back your head down from the couch.
- Cum in my mouth dear.
He spread your pussylips and sucked your clit softly, then rougher and rougher. You grabbed his hair, pushed his face more into it, screamed his name while your thighs acted on their own, squizzed his head. You came in his mouth, how he ordered.
- Good girl, how obdient. – he leaned up close to your face and gave you a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself, his face soaked from your juice - Now please tell me, where can I find your bedroom? – he placed your hand to his crotch – you have another mission here.
- First door after the kitchen... – you said shakily.
Jouno picked you up easily, carried you to your bedroom and lied you down to the soft bed. You sat up, so he could take off your top and unbrace your bra with one hand, then stopped on your neck, tightened a bit. Gave you a long kiss but now you can’t order to you. You started to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants. He chuckled in your mouth on your movements, got up on his knees and took of his shirt and pants. You finally could see his muscles, abs and his erection under his boxer.
- Do you like the view? – he asked.
- So much... – while you answered his question crawled onto him, making him lay down to his back.
Now you are on him. Placed small kisses from his neck, through his collarbone, chest and abs until you reached down to his hard member. He flinched slightly at all your kisses, his skin is sensitive too. You pulled down his boxer to free his aching cock. It is long and thin, with few vessel. You saw the precum bubbling out from his it. First licked his balls, went up through his lenght, then tasted his fluid. He let out a sigh and brushed your hair with his fingers. You took off your skirt, crawled over him and positioned yourself above his dick. Grabbed it gently and placed to your entrance, sat down slowly to his lenght. You moaned, waited for this feeling since you met this man above you.
- You are so tight baby, feels so good to my cock.
You slowly moved up and down on his hard member, he reached your boobs, massaged them and played with your nipples. You moaned, loved the touch of his hands. Bounced harder on him, placed your hands to his chest and abs, tried to find the balance. Your right hand moved up to his neck squizzed it while moaned his name. Suddenly he grabbed your throat tightly and pushed back into the bad, changed the roles.
- You... can’t... do that. – whispered in your ears.
A teardrop rolled down on your face, he licked it down and smiled devilishly to you.
- Are you crying already? I didn’t even touch you... You won’t able to walk tomorrow...
- Hahaha – you laughed – I like pain silly boy. I enjoy it better thank you think – smirked and licked his lower lip.
- Really? Do you know that my hobby is torturing people? I think we’re gonna get along.
He didn’t hesitate, pushed his cock balls deep in your wet pussy. You screamed but smiled at the same time. He still choked you when your hands came behind his back and hugged him tightly. Your sweaty bodies sticked together, you felt his muscular chest on your tits. He pumped deep in you then suddenly stopped. Jouno placed his hand on your tummy and pressed it down. He wanted to feel his hard cock from outside of you. You touched it yourself, he is so long, it bulging out from your lower tummy. You smiled to each other like two sick pervert and he continued moving faster and faster. He hit your G-spot, you fel another orgasm coming and clawed through his bare back make him to slow down. All of sudden he slapped your face.
- You fucking whore! To hurt me is not allowed to you! Turn around for me!
You was suprised cause the slap but you loved this sadistic side of Jouno. Made you more horny. You kneeled with your ass before him, pushed his cock deep in your pussy and moved faster than before. Pressed down your head into the pillows, with his other hand slapped your butt. You could hardly breath but smiled, enjoyed the situation.
- Jouno, Jouno, ahh fuck me harder, yes, I wanna cum, you are so deep!
You are out of your mind, Jouno suprised, he could able to know many things about you but not everything. You were already lying under him, he moaned a little bit louder, you finally heard his voice like this. He pushed yourself so deep as he can, trembled of his orgasm and laid on you. You felt his full weight on you, waited a little while he catching his breath and moved next to him. You felt his sperm leaking out from your pussy. He lied to his back, pulls you onto his chest, gave a kiss to your head.
- I’ll kill Tecchou if he touches you again.
- So, did I make you jealous? – you chuckled.
- Maybe...
Thank you for @win-writes @iovetecchou and @stinkyme whos inspired me to write my first own, and whos works keep me alive in the everyday ♡
and ofc @nikolaiismysugardaddy whom I talk everyday and inspired each other ♡
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#anime#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bungo#stray#dogs#fanfiction#fanfic#smut#hunting dogs#oneshot#jouno#jouno saigiku#jouno x reader#bsd jouno#jouno x y/n#jouno saigiku x reader
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EYES NEVER LIE
Pairing: Wooyoung x f!reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff and Romance
Warnings: mention of stalking, cheating on the partner, hurt and crying.
W.C: 3.1k
Notes: Thanks to the people who joined this event and gave me the requests and loving my works. The event is for my and (Yeosang, Haechan and Taeil) birthday month so let’s enjoy together.
Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity
Request from @mybelovedwoo
Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere
“You came?”, holding the wine glass tighter in your hand, you faced the person who is now standing in your very eyesight after one long year.
The man locked his eyes with your brown orbs which is reflecting the hidden brightness of the universe as if it’s the mirror to the bright light of the chandelier but the mirror is broken and it looks hurt. These eyes were the reason of the beginning of everything between you two and maybe the end.
Both of you are near the corner table of the big banquet hall, where you were still seated elegantly on the chair and the red slit long body-hugging dress is complimenting your look even more. The off shoulders part of the dress highlighting the beautiful diamond necklace around your neck with your hairs tied in a messy bun with a slight touch of a red lip tint making the perfect sophisticated attendee of the party. You didn’t mean to outstand in the party but your current situation made you call the spirit of the lost love within you.
The said man who was leaning to just the opposite chair at the table is in contrast dressed in a black suit with a white plain shirt inside with three buttons from the top remained unbuttoned. His hair is gelled but slightly brushed back to focus on the sharp jawline and the dark glint in his eyes. This sexy look for a party is always expected from the well-known businessman, JUNG WOOYOUNG.
“Didn’t know you will be here?” hearing this sweet voice after three months somehow sends a shiver through your body. You looked away from his intense gaze which you still feel is focused on you but you wanted to shrug it off. You chugged down the rest of the wine to prevent a single drop of vulnerable self, escaping your eyes. You want to look strong in front of him, to show him what he did really does not have an effect on you but guess, you are wrong for this. Seeing him again is breaking your hard shell which you tried to build all these times and you realize how he has a strong effect on you, despite not being in touch for so long.
The party has this sweet melody for a calm entertaining atmosphere which allows you to relax and have the business conversation in a peaceful mindset. You are deaf to the melody but is only ears for the voice in front of you to speak more.
Mr. Park Seonghwa, the owner of the Star Enterprise and the host of the party who invited you has already discussed with you earlier on the upcoming meeting and how it would benefit your company. So, you were then left alone to your own thoughts before leaving the party early because you never liked attending all these parties alone but somehow now you have to. When this certain man came up to you smiling as if nothing happened between you two.
“If you knew then you didn’t have come right?” you wanting to play it all cool and stand strong on your ground and not let him to feel that he has broken you when he really did, the broken pieces are not even glued but where some are lost.
“Y/N, it’s not like that.”
“Woo, look if you really don’t want to see me then you could have ignored me but still you made your presence well aware to me by coming all smiling towards me.” You are barely holding yourself together and you are on the verge of breakdown.
“Do you really think I want to ignore you? I have so much to explain to you but you are not liking my presence and not even looking at me. Why are you acting like this?”
“Really? You are asking me why am I like this? Afterall when you are the cause.” You looked around the hall to see a nearby group of people giving you looks as if why you are speaking to this man so informally and not maintaining a proper decorum.
“Y/N listen-“
“Stop it Woo. Please don’t create a scene here. I should just have left before I had to come across you.” You looked him in the eye which shows the mixture of anger and hurt.
“What’s going on here Miss L/N and Mr. Jung? Is everything alright?” Seonghwa approached to both of you when you slightly raised your voice at Wooyoung. Seonghwa steal a glance at Mr. Jung to see his eyes are not leaving you even when Seonghwa, his closest business partner is standing beside him.
So, he asked again, “Do you guys need any help?”
Averting your gaze away from them you stood up and turned around to maintain a proper composure. You put a false façade of smile on your face and took a glance at Wooyoung before completely giving your attention to the host.
“Oh no Mr. Park, I was just preparing myself to leave but I just felt unwell, sorry to make you worry for no major cause.”
“It’s okay Miss L/N, if you don’t mind, I can drive you back home if you are felling unwell.”
“No need Mr. Park. Thank you.” You replied softly to the host.
Wooyoung interrupted the conversation before it goes any further, “Look Seonghwa, you have many other guests so you better go and take care of them, at least she does not need your help when I’m all here in one piece.”
Before you going to protest, he took a firm grip on your hand and dragged you to the back terrace of the building. Seonghwa just smiled at both of you in return when he is well aware of the relationship between you two because he is just not only Wooyoung’s business partner but also like a brother and a best-friend.
Finally, out under the night sky and in open air, you come to the cold air hitting your skin. The thin dress is not helping you to prevent from shivering and feel uncomfortable with him all alone. You just want to get back home, cry yourself to sleep and then try to forget all the memories of today meeting him.
The place is so quiet but the silence between you two is screaming loneliness and pain.
“Y/N look at me, please. I have so much to say. Please don’t ignore and push me away when all I want is to make you trust me and free myself from all the guilt.” The strong aura from him is nowhere to be seen now but in front of you is like a boy who is asking for forgiveness.
“What is there to listen? You don’t even trust me and literally judged me that day before leaving me all alone in that apartment and then never tried to contact me.”
One year back when one evening, Wooyoung burst into your apartment just to find out you and San sitting on the sofa hugging each other. He never intended to know what was the cause between you two but the anger laced in his voice proved that he was already pissed off with both of you before coming to the scene.
“So, she is correct. You both are cheating behind my back. I can’t believe you both can do this to me when I trusted you both the most.”
San tried to reason, “It’s not like that Woo. Don’t accuse someone without knowing their end.”
“Oh, now you don’t tell me what to know and what not when everything is just very clear in front of my eyes.” He glared to your way which in return just got a confuse look from you.
“If you wanted to leave then you could have told me. Why do you need to hurt me like this?”
“Woo. No one has hurt anyone here.”
“Stop it San. Don’t take sides now when you are also completely guilty.”
Woo ran his fingers through his black messy hair, “I just want to leave this place and never come back to see you both again.”
San ran after outside the apartment but you kept looking at the door just to join the pieces as what happened in last fifteen minutes. Why he acted so aggressively without letting any of you to speak and even looking at you like that which ne never did before.
“Yeah I know, that day ……..I should not have treated you both like that. I’m sorry.” You didn’t expect him to say sorry suddenly.
His one hand takes a hold of your upper left arm and the other hand which was still having a good hold on you loosened and replaced it to your chin to lift your face up. Standing with him and so close to each other, you hesitated to look at him but still his touch felt like before with full of comfort and warmth and you locked eyes with him. Your eyes travelled from his eyes to his sharp nose, his flawless baby skin on his face, his cheekbone and the jawline which is so tense right now but it would look sharper when he is laughing at you on some silly jokes. Everything is just like the same but your relationship which has only fall apart.
Woo noticed you to be lost in thoughts when his hands moved past your cheeks slightly brushing the lips and to pat on your head. Your eyes are the weakest aspect for him and when this thing is hurt and weak, well he knows he can’t leave you right there.
“If you are sorry then why did you even leave me that day?” You are trying to stay strong when the vulnerable hot tears rolling down your eyes.
“I know what I did was really childish. My assistant really made me trust her that day by showing some proofs to make be believe your and San relationship. At first, I didn’t want to believe but the way, you both were becoming so close and she always trying to convince me made it difficult to take a hold of myself and get to know the truth.” He looked at the side to the city view with a grimace look and again returned to face you and smiled.
He continued, “I never once in a life doubt you and not even San but the drunk me that day made a mess. I shouted on you. I accused you of the things which you never did. I hurt you when I promised you and myself that you are the only hope in my life. I’m sorry Y/N.”
“Woo….” You whispered his name and hold his wrist where his fingers were continuously brushing your hair. He is still trying to give you the comfort you like, he knows how you like brushing your hairs slowly whenever you are overwhelmed. You don’t know what to say him now but all you can think is not to end this moment here and get back to darkness again.
“I can’t cheat on you…..” you finally let yourself to cry in front of him. What’s the use of hiding it that how much he has broken you down. He needs to know what he left behind.
He hugged you tightly and felt you are clutching his coat to bury your face more “I know. When I left that day San tried to explain me but all I did was ignore him and locked myself inside my house. The next day when I came to sense, the only thing playing in my mind was your last look that how it was tired, confused and …..hurt.”
“I was hurt. I was tired. I was lost and you know I’m still like that.” Your muffled voice made him hold you tighter and brush your hairs again to relax you from crying so much.
“I know. I contacted my assistant and San to a café after few months and then found out how she was head over heels on me and tried to frame you. San told me the other day that he literally sees you as his younger sister and that day he was just comforting you because you were stressed of the overtime works and then upcoming meetings. The selfish me never tried to listen to you. I never dared to approach you then because I knew how I made you hurt. Every time I tried to make my way to you, I could see San was already there. You were happy with him and I didn’t want to see you hurt again.”
“I was never happy without you all these times. Spending time with him only makes me forget everything temporarily but then again pain comes back to me in the end of the day.” You moved a bit back to take a look at him. His hands fall to his side but one moved up and softly wiped the tears from lower region of the eye. He brushed back the loose strands of the hair from your face. He does not want to get lost in life for losing but to get lost in your eyes for loving you.
“When I got the invitation to this party, I thought you will also be invited but will not come because I know how you hate being in these parties. I guess in all these months, you have really changed.” There is sad glint in his voice and in his look.
He is just the same he was but do you really changed? He always thought about you every moment in all these past months for you not to get hurt, he hid himself from you. He feels guilty to accuse you and for having doubt and stalking you on his assistant remarks.
“I still hate it but I thought it can ease me with a change of environment. I was aware you could be here so I prepared myself how to ignore you if I ever come across today but it didn’t happen.”
Standing in front of is Jung Wooyoung, for him every girl is on the line to just have one line speech and they will be claiming that they have spoken to their prince charming but that man without getting into another relationship in this one year still waited for you to show his guilt in front of you.
“I saw you the moment you entered the place but I can’t help admiring you and feel jealous when people were staring at you for looking so beautiful. You are looking like the Queen of this mansion, my love.”
His.This nickname, he called you by this name again. All this year how much you craved for him to come back and call by his given name. This makes you shiver from the name and cold at the same time.
Wooyoung frowned for a second when he suddenly moved back from you and took off his coat to hang it over your shoulders. You got surprised by his action that his love for you is still the same as before all that happened. You still love him but how can you show him that all his doings right now is melting your heart and how badly you just want to say him that you still love him from the core of your heart.
He holds your face with both the warm hands and smiled at you and then his gaze stopped on your lips. The gaze flickered between your teary eyes and the soft lips when he suddenly bends forwards and locked his lips to you.
Your eyes go wide with shock but then you close them to feel the moment which you longed for past months. His hands traced all over your upper body from your hairs, neck, your back under the coat. You are melting under his touch but you need to let him know that he is being forgiven. He is still loved by you, the missing broken pieces of your soul is him and only him.
So, you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck which makes the coat to fall from your shoulders. It’s okay, you don’t need a material warmth in this situation when you have the comforting warmth, the warmth of a home. Both of you were kissing as if devouring yourselves on each other to get back all you have lost in one year. Despite having so much of crave for each other’s love, the kiss is not rough but a longing passion where there is no fight for dominance but to feel the inner heat radiating both of your body energy. The lips are recognizing the owner’s heat to make it more intense.
He tilted his head to feel that moments again when you were always meant to be each other’s. You both have kissed before even more heated but this kiss feels like it’s your first. It’s not like your body forgot the touch but this feeling is new, the feeling of hate into love with that old taste of kiss. You don’t want to open your eyes as if he will disappear from the scene if you did. He holds your held to feel your kiss more deeply before detaching himself from the heat. He rested his forehead on yours remaining his eyes closed before an apology escaped his lips.
“I’m sorry.”
You opened your eyes slowly just to meet him directly and loosened your hands only just to brush your thumbs on his cheekbones.
“No need to be sorry Woo. I have forgiven you a while back when you said sorry for the first time because I felt how guilty you were, how much you meant it.” You smiled at him, the very first smile he gets today from you. This is the genuine smile you are giving him maybe the genuine one in the whole year.
“I missed your smile Y/N. I missed you.”
“I missed you too Woo. I hated you in the beginning when I came to know how you had stalked me and doubted my every move but still I wanted to run to you. I am lost without you Woo.”
“I will never let you get lost again my love. If you are lost without me, I will forever be your map and guide you to my paradise that I have built for you. I love you Y/N.”
“You are my paradise Woo. I love you too. I meant it really!”
“I know you meant it. Do you know why?” His smiling lips and eyes looking like the brightest thing in that dim surrounding of the terrace.
“Why?”
“Your eyes never lie.”
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Spray Paint: Nestor Oceteva x Reader
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Nobody knows that Nestor paints, no one except you, of course. There’s a reason he’s kept it a secret for all of these years and you’re not about to ruin that.
When people come into your home and compliment the artwork on the walls, you always say it’s by a local artist, someone up and coming, you don’t remember the name.
In the Cartel he was known as The Mercenary.
In the M.C it’s The Prospect.
In the art world he’s Neoce, his work selling for between five to six figures in some circles. It’s what keeps the two of you lucrative now that you’re out of the assassin game and he’s doing community work in the M.C.
It’s only in the past few years his artwork has taken off, his work is bright, colourful, renditions of the things he feels, the things he sees. It used to be so dark after David died, cryptic layers of greys, blacks and browns all blurring into each other and then there was the red, so fucking vivid, it looked like splashes of blood across the canvas.
When he worked in the Cartel, he used to do it in the spare room of his apartment, locking it away like it was a secret. He couldn’t stand the idea of Miguel’s judgement. In his world men ran empires, they didn’t paint.
The irony is that Miguel once paid 25k for one of his paintings. It hung in his office for a couple of years before the FBI raided the place. The other man had never realised that the artist who’d created the piece was the man he’s grown up with. Sometimes Nestor questions if Miguel had ever really known him at all, or if he’d always viewed him as an employee.
He has his own studio now, in the house that the two of you own. A large space with white walls, high ceilings and windows that let in natural light. He doesn’t feel the need to hide his shit from you, if it weren’t for the fumes and the music, he’d keep an open-door policy because he likes having you amongst his things, immersed in his world.
He’s hard at work when you enter the studio, hip hop on full blast, mask over his face as he shakes the can of spray paint. His unruly hair is tied back away from his face in a bun. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater that shows off his tattoos, it makes you want to run your fingers over them. You linger in the doorway, watching him for a second as he moves with the fluidity of an apex predator, painting layer after layer in order to bring out the starkness of the colour.
He has a gift, you’ve always thought that, ever since you’d first laid eyes on his artwork. You recall the night he unlocked the door to the spare room in his apartment, the way his gaze lowered as you surveyed the work. Submissive, unsure, traits that you would never connect with the man you loved. You’d recognised the gesture for what it was, him revealing another part of himself to you, sharing a side of him that no one else knew.
“It’s beautiful,” You had told him, your fingertips tracing over the colours. “I can see you in it.”
It’s you who’d encouraged him to submit his work to the ANON ARTshow, the prize was 50k and representation. He didn’t expect to win, not really but when he got that letter, he couldn’t describe the way it made him feel. The two of you had celebrated with champagne in a hotel suite in San Diego because you’d been on a job and Miguel needed him the next day for some work just over the border. It was a stolen moment amidst the chaos of your lives, another secret just for the two of you.
His reputation had gained traction from there, his anonymity only heightening the appetite for his work. He’d run several solo exhibitions since then, donating the majority of the proceeds to causes that need it, he’s been funding Carmen’s underground border network for years, ever since he learned about Mari and how she was trafficked.
“Mi Corizon,” Nestor tuts when he catches you in the doorway, he sets down the can of spray paint before pulling off his mask. “You’re spoiling the surprise.”
It’s your birthday in a couple of weeks and he knows exactly the memory he wants to recreate. That night in the desert when the two of you buried a body together, the moment he fell in love working alongside of you as you sang that song, that silly little one that featured in both your childhoods. He’s generated the outline and began to spray paint the base, but it still has a long way to go before it becomes the image he has in his head.
He's gentle as he guides you from the room, his hand on your lower back. He closes the door quietly behind him.
“You’re banned for the next few weeks.” He tells you as he escorts you back to the living space.
He thought he had a few more days before you returned home but it appears you’ve finished up your trip sooner than expected. His gaze strays to your go-bag stowed away alongside the front door, the same place you always leave it upon returning.
You’ve been away for a couple of days helping to relocate one of the families who came over the wall, making sure they’re settled, that they have resources. You’ve been doing this work for a while now and Nestor sees the difference it makes, for both you and for them. You sleep better at night, smile a lot more, there’s a light in you that outshines the darkness and Nestor can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“Let me welcome you home properly.” He suggests, his lips brushing over yours. You make that noise, that sweet little sound that you always make when the both of you have been apart for far too long. He senses your need, it’s in the way you lean into him, your entire body pressing against his because it isn’t enough right now, you need more, you need skin to skin contact, those dark eyes on yours as he drives you to the pinnacle of release. You need…
Nestor knows exactly what you need.
“Let me show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
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A Fish Out of Water
Tobirama sighed wistfully, resting his head heavily into his work roughened palm. His heart felt sunken with a longing that up until recently, he had never experienced. He looked past his fish stand at the deeply forested boundary of the village that he and his family had stopped in for the season. “Did you see the way she looked at me?” Asked the young fishmonger to his older brother. The two of them had just begun cleaning up what remained of the day’s sales. “It’s as if those dark eyes could encapsulate my very soul. She took one look at me, and I swore she really understood me. All this time– in all our travels, never once have I been so- so,” dropping the last wet bucket into the stack of others, Tobirama found the right words, “captivated. Everything about her felt …designed. To. Reel. Me. In.” Tobirama paced a few steps back and forth on the dirt road before gripping into the rim of a fish barrel as if it were grounding him– keeping him from acting upon his most carnal instincts. His brother, Hashirama, only watched him pityingly– knowingly. When the heated moment passed, Tobirama dragged his thin fingers through his coarse white hair; it had been a while since he’d washed, making his connection with the gypsy woman even more of a surprise to him.
“You know I am quite the fisherman, so I know all the tricks, but I have never felt Myself so hooked on the end of a line,” he groaned, lifting the barrel with some apparent effort. His sturdy brother took it from him and motioned with his head back to the smaller and lighter stack of buckets. As he moved ahead, his long brown hair trailed behind him in a gentle breeze.
Tobirama obeyed his brother, grateful for the assistance. Grabbing hold of the stack, he continued to recount his encounter, “you saw what she was wearing too? Those pants could hardly contain her! And the way her midriff was exposed, ugh!” His legs sped up as his desire grew. “The tassels and jewelry were also a nice touch. What I wouldn’t do to give her a nice- … Elder brother?”
Hashirama was lagging behind with the heavier gear. “Ah sorry. You were just moving so quickly, and I didn’t want to interrupt,” he apologized.
Tobirama shook his head, backpedaling to his brother. “Nevermind that. I’ll slow down.” He adjusted his hold on the buckets and settled into a slower pace. “Where was I? Ah, yes, her silky black hair was just… beautiful. She was wearing a mask too if I’m not mistaken. You could see through it if you looked closely,” the lovestruck young man nearly swooned. “Her lips looked so… kissable,” he trailed off and his brow wrinkled in thought.
Hashirama too had never seen his brother so enamored. Their walk home was punctuated by Tobirama’s mumbling and when they arrived at the place they were calling home for the time being, the younger brother spoke up again, “I should have kissed her. I should have swept her away and told her how she has influenced me. Perhaps I should go look for her. She might still be around, and this might be my only chance. Who knows? Things might work with this one. I mean, think of the children we could make-”
“Tobirama,” Hashirama said sternly. There was a seriousness in his normally welcoming brown eyes.
“What is it?”
“I don’t mean to ruin this moment of yours, there was one crucial detail you didn’t notice.”
“What detail?”
“Well…” Hashirama hesitated. It was not a strong suit of his to break bad news.
“Spit it out already,” insisted Tobirama impatiently.
Hashirama had no choice but to tell him, “that was no woman.”
Tobirama’s red eyes opened wide, his blood ran cold, and his pale cheeks somehow grew hot.
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can I please have the colour pallets of the mc's in your monster au because I may or may not be making sprites of them
(also I won't show them [the sprites] to anyone unless you say I can)
im starting with phoenix because I've edited the most sprites of him :)
Here’s Phoenix, Miles, Maya, and Franziska! Let me know if there’s other characters that you need ^^
I don’t really have set colour palettes, I just use generally around the same colours. That being said, you don’t need to use these exact palettes. You can use colours close to them since these are just approximations. The colour palettes for the characters are basically the same as their original designs since not much changed about them, except Phoenix’s hair is more dark brown than it is black and his skin is a darker colour too. Miles and Franziska were already pale, so they didn’t really change (other than Edgeworth having floaty earrings)
Some notes though are that Phoenix’s suit and Edgeworth’s earrings are the same colour, as well as Phoenix’s tie and Edgeworth’s suit ^^
Let me know if there’s any questions or things you’d like clarified!
As for showing the sprites, I’m totally cool with that, so long as you credit me for the AU and designs ^^ (I honestly think this is super cool hehe)
#doctorsiren#siren speaks#ace attorney au#silly little monster au#yeah the palettes are by no means difinitive#these are just sort of the general idea
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ghost of your past
Summary:
Walker was up to his last straw when Danny broke a precious mug gifted to him by his daughter on his last Father's day as a living man.
He didn't expect to lose more than his patience chasing the punk, but then, out of nowhere, he reunited with the mug's creator.
based on @mystyrust's prompt "Walker attacks amity park and maddie recognizes her father/ grandfather/ancestor" and @ectoplasmicsoda's prompt "Walker and the terrible, horrible, no good day."
Ao3 Link
Oh, that little punk. Walker was gonna toss him in the slammer and throw away the key, mark his words. The little half-human abomination was going to pay.
Walker had left his guards to scour the town. Told them to leave no rock unturned until they found the brat, but it seemed he hadn’t needed to bother.
“Walker! Look, uh, buddy, this isn’t a good time—”
“I. Dont. Care.” He moved closer, grabbing the ghost boy by the throat. “You’ve gone too far this time. Putting aside starting a second riot in my prison followed by the subsequent jailbreak of the entirety of the ghost criminal underworld,”—he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper—“that was a one of a kind mug my kid gave me for my last Father’s day. That was my last physical memory of her and you are gonna pay dearly for breaking it.”
“Danny? Sweetie, where’d you go? I know getting anti ghost possession shots can be a bit scary, but—” A loud inhale. Walker rolled his eyes, turning back to look into the stunned face of a woman who looked starkly like his wife. When he was still alive to have one. “...Pa?”
Walker raised a brow. He looked the woman up and down, the blue and black hazmat suit looking about as stupid as the brat’s, pausing briefly on her dark, red-brown hair. Probably one of those ghost hunters who loved to mess things up, then. “Do I know you, ma’am?”
From one second to the next, her open shock changed to a very familiar scrunched up nose. “What the hell, Pa? You don’t recognize me and you’re going around strangling children now?!”
Recognition struck him. “Madeline!” he shouted, a smile growing on his face. He dropped the ghost brat and rushed over to sweep her into his arms. “Oh, hun, I’ve missed you so—”
Maddie dodged him and moved around to coo at the brat, turning his head at different angles to look at the beginnings of bruises Walker left.
“You’re kidding,” he said. “Do you know who he is?”
The brat abruptly froze as Maddie growled, “I don’t joke about things like this.”
Walker clenched his fists, stalking forward. “That little abomination was the one who—!”
“Do not call him an abomination!” She stood quickly, standing in front of the brat as he massaged his throat with a pitiful look. The moment Maddie’s back was turned, the boy stuck his tongue out at him. “He’s my baby boy and your grandson!”
“He’s your what?!” Is this a joke? This had to be a joke. Please, dear Ancients let it be a joke.
Maddie put her hands on her hips. “Pa, please, I know you don’t usually like my partners, but don’t be a pest about this.”
“Don’t be a—” He stomped right up to Maddie. “Don’t throw my past words back at me, Cookie!”
“Well, can you blame me?” She threw her hands in the air. “I waited years to be able to do it and then you kick the bucket!”
He shook his head. “Whatever. I don’t care about your taste in idiot partners right now! I care about this little punk, breaking the mug you got me for my last Father’s day!” She stared at him, unimpressed. “He broke your mug!” he repeated, indignant. “It was my favourite one!”
Maddie scoffed. “That mug was a piece of shit and we both know it. You’ve never drank out of it in your life.” Didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate fine art. And he’d seen the hours she put into learning how to use the pottery wheel. Or rather, he’d heard her frustrated screams through the walls. “And I heard what you said to Danny; your last physical memory of me? Really? I don’t suppose you only have one physical memory of Alicia?” Walker’s code of avoiding lies as much as possible was really working against him here. Maddie scoffed. “Of course. Of course!”
“Kiddo, I didn’t—”
“Don’t call me ‘Kiddo’.” She glared at him. “I am in my early 40’s. And I have not seen you in over three decades.” Was she really that old already? He was surprised she wasn’t bragging about having lived longer than him. “I will not allow you to diminish my opinion and call me a child.”
Walker hedged, “But you’re still my little lemon cookie—”
Maddie threw her arms up. “I’m married now! I have kids! Two of them! One of them is going off to college soon!”
“I don’t know what that brat’s told you, but there’s no way he’s related—” Walker blinked. “Did you say ‘two kids’?”
“Yes! Jazz—Jasmine. Our oldest child and a wonderful daughter.” Maddie smiled, pulling out her wallet. “She’s got her whole life planned out ahead of her. We’re still a little worried—you know what happens to Walker girls when they try to plan out their lives.” She chuckled a little as she handed over a long sectioned plastic with small photos, folding it up in a way to show off a picture of a girl with Maddie’s red hair and speaking at a podium, her face bright and smiling.
Walker took the photo in hand, staring at the little girl he knew nothing about, given by his own little girl that he was supposed to know everything about.
“Or,”—Maddie sighed—“I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“Know what?” he asked softly, tracing the picture over with his eyes. Jasmine had Delilah’s nose.
“Well, you know how I was doing a biology and chemistry double major and going to go to medical school? And Alicia was going to marry her high school sweetheart?” He nodded faintly. “I switched into an experimental ecto-biology program and Ally’s divorced now, living on her own in Arkansas.” She chuckled weakly.
Walker’s head snapped up. “What?!” He blinked a bit, turning back to stare at the unfamiliar picture. “What?” he repeated, softer.
“It’s—I mean, I finished my degree eventually and Ally finished trade school—” She huffed through her nose. “But we can catch up and talk all about it later, okay? Preferably with Ally. Maybe we can all meet up and have a picnic by mom’s grave.”
“Mom’s grave?” He parrotted, a terrible ache running through him. Dear Ancients, he hadn’t even considered that Delilah was anything other than alive.
“I promise I’ll tell you later, but more importantly—
“What happened to you, Pa? Where did you go?” Maddie asked. “We thought you’d died. Mom and me and Ally, we all buried you—mourned you. What—What happened?”
Walker furrowed his temporary brows. “What do you mean? I did die.”
“But how are you here? Was it temporary? Did—” She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. “Did we bury you alive?”
“No! Isn’t it obvious I’m—” He gestured down at himself, pausing as he noticed the illusory skin and clothing. Huh, seemed like he’d forgotten to take off his disguise to fool the ghost hunters roaming around shooting at his boys. Now it made sense why Maddie recognized him so quickly.
He should… probably take off the illusory charm. It wouldn’t do to get used to a fake human disguise, especially one as accurate as this.
Out of the corner of his eye, the punk was slowly crawling out the other end of the alley. “And where do you think you’re going?” Walker tried to storm past Maddie, but she held firm.
Maddie snatched the photos from Walker’s hand. “Pa, I’m glad you’re alive, but I don’t take threats to my children lightly.”
He scowled and when he looked back, he noticed a distinct lack of annoying ghost boy. “Darn it, you let the punk escape.”
Maddie glanced behind her and sighed. “Oh, would you quit with the overdramatics?” She shook her head. “It’s always the same with you: ‘This town is full of criminals! You can’t just go out on your own in broad daylight!’ without any further thought and entertaining no other opinions or research other than your own.”
“Our town was full of criminals! I was nearly ‘bout to prove it too, before I was murdered!”
She raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you barged into Ms. Garrison’s house when she was a few minutes late to the county fair? When you knocked down every door, tore her house apart, and then fell through the part of her second story that was under construction to brain yourself on the floor?”
“How do you—” He coughed. “There was surely someone holding her hostage and I was going to be the hero—” he coughed again. “I needed to rescue her. Clearly the perpetrator spread false rumours so they could get away scot-free. And Ms. Garrison already had a faulty memory!
“Cookie, I never meant to leave y’all, you have to know that. I was trying to do good.” Maddie searched his eyes a moment and he kept himself still, a brief hope flickering in his chest.
“Y’know, Pa,”—her face softened, the bags under her eyes looking heavier, more pronounced, and looking at him like Delilah had in those last years he was alive: resigned, tired, pitying—“I almost believed you.”
She turned around, making to leave. He reached out, suddenly desperate to make her stay. “Cookie—Maddie, please.”
“I need to find my son and take care of him.” She tore her wrist from his grip. “Have a good life, Hardy.”
Walker stood there, stunned. Unable to tear his gaze away as his daughter—alive and whole and independent in an entirely new way—strode out of the alley, leaving one ghost for another.
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Introvert and Extrovert - A Ranpoe fanfic
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Ranpo wasn’t really one for parties, especially parties that weren’t celebrating him. But when Poe invited Ranpo as a plus one, he said yes. Not out of the kindness of his heart or in any interest in the party itself, but the moment Poe mentioned the party was being thrown by a renowned baker who would be showing off his delicious delicacies and frosted pastries, Ranpo’s interest was piqued. Now Ranpo stands in front of his mirror adjusting his bow tie as he waits for Poe to pick him up. Poe told him to dress formally since this was more of a ball than a party, but truthfully Ranpo didn’t care. He was already gracing them with his presence so they should just be satisfied with him wearing anything he wants.
He gives himself a quick check in the mirror. A pair of dark gray dress pants with a messily tucked white button-up shirt. A black coat thrown on his shoulder in case he gets cold or, more importantly, has the chance to take some of the treats home with him. He looked good, as always.
As he’s giving himself a once over, he hears a knock at the door, Poe must be here. He makes his way to the door and opens it, revealing the taller, slender man, his hair ruffled and messy as usual. He was wearing a fancy suit set, dark brown suit pants, a white button up shirt underneath a light brown vest with an overlaying black wool coat. And of course, Karl, his pet raccoon sitting on his shoulder as if it were a pedestal.
“Poe-kun! Finally you arrived, I thought you’d chickened out.” Ranpo says teasingly as he grabs his coat and steps out of his apartment. “Ranpo-kun, did I forget to tell you the dress was meant to be formal..?” Poe asks hesitantly. “You told me, but I don’t really care about dressing nicely.” Ranpo replies with a shrug. Poe nods and adds quickly, “You look very nice regardless Ranpo-kun.” “Of course I do, you look pretty good too. Should we get going now? Those sweets are calling my name.” Ranpo says, practically drooling at the thought of the treats awaiting him. Poe blushes slightly and nods. “Of course, let’s go now.”
They soon arrive at the party, taking in the scene around them. A giant ballroom filled with nicely dressed people, standing in groups and taking part in idle chatter. An orchestra plays elegant classical music that echoes through the wide open ballroom. On the high, arched ceilings hung multiple complicated looking chandeliers, illuminating the room. For a split moment Ranpo and Poe were overtaken by the astonishing ballroom, Ranpo marveling at the amount of money these people must have and Poe panicking over how many people there are. But as soon as the moment came, it passed for Ranpo as his attention was drawn to the giant tables spread with different deserts. Cakes, pastries, cupcakes, macaroons, truffles and many, many more.
Ranpo Immediately started to make his way to the table while Poe anxiously followed behind him. He happily started to check out the deserts, scoping out which one he was going to eat first, not caring for introductions. Poe stood near him, looking around aimlessly until someone came up to them.
“Ah Poe-kun, I see you made it. Nice to see you again, is this your plus one?” The man asks, checking Ranpo out as he turns around, his first victim already in his mouth, a small, blue, macaron that tastes somewhat like blueberries. “Yes, this is Ranpo Edogawa-” “The great detective! Ah yes, I am aware of your talent. My name is Castiel Sefton. I am the host of this party. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Castiel says, offering his hand to Ranpo, who just looks at him blankly for a moment. “So, are you the one who made these sweets?” He asks bluntly. Castiel laughs and shakes his head a bit. “No, I am merely the host of the chef's party.” “Oh, I see. Where is he?” Ranpo asks, completely ignoring the prior conversation Castiel was trying to initiate. “Ranpo-kun! You should be kind to Sefton-kun, he is the host after all. I’m sure he-” “No no, it’s alright. I can show you to the chef if you're interested.” Castiel says to Ranpo, interrupting Poe yet again. Ranpo nods, this could be his chance to get more treats, or a lifetime of treats at that. “Perfect, right this way.” Castiel says, guiding Ranpo into the large crowd, Poe following silently behind.
Before Poe knows it, everyone becomes engrossed in some topic, leaving Poe completely out of the conversation. He tries to add in a few things here and there but either no one hears him, or no one cares…
He tries standing close to Ranpo in order to feel like he’s with someone or a part of something safe and familiar, that is the whole reason he invited Ranpo in the first place. But soon enough, as always, Poe fades into the background. He starts to feel overwhelmed and decides to slip away for a while, finding his way to a lonely hallway. Just him and Karl, as these events usually end for him.
Meanwhile in the ballroom, Ranpo is becoming bored of the conversations. All the people here were talking about boring things that Ranpo doesn’t really care about. And on top of that he’s not even able to eat because they won't shut up. That’s when Ranpo notices Poe and Karl are missing. He must have left to get some fresh air. Ranpo manages to slip away from the conversation to wander through the house, looking for Poe and Karl. Soon he ends up finding the man sitting alone, petting Karls head as stares off into the distance, most likely deep in thought as he usually is.
“Poe-kun! There you are!” Ranpo says, hurting over to Poe and plops down next to him on the seat. “What are you doing out here?” “Ah, Ranpo-kun, I was just thinking. What are you doing out here?” Poe asks, looking around for the crowd Ranpo was originally with. “I got bored, they all talk about stupid things and don’t even eat all the delicious food that’s just layed out.” Ranpo huffs, then he glances at Poe. “Why are you really out here?” Poe laughs gently with a semi-nervous air. “I should have guessed the world’s greatest detective would see through my disguise…” He hesitates for a moment. “I envy you Ranpo-kun.. You speak so easily, and people listen to you. I’m not good with words like you are.” Ranpo tilts his head. “What are you talking about Poe? You write amazing words in your stories.” If Poe weren't so sad, he would have blushed. “I mean when it comes to talking. I can write about many things, but talking isn’t as easy for me. I wanted you to come with me to this party so I wouldn’t be alone. You always make me feel welcome and heard, I thought that if I brought you here with me I wouldn’t end up here tonight…” he says softly, becoming vulnerable as he expresses himself to his rival. Ranpo was silent for a long while, perhaps trying to decipher logic from emotion as he listened to Poe’s confession. After an eternity, he suddenly puts his arm around Poe. “Eh, these parties are always overrated, you don’t need ‘em.” The detective says, flashing the writer a smile. “I say we grab as many sweets as we can and get out of here. We can go watch a movie or something. Just anything better than this”. A smile spreads across Poe’s face as a bit of blush rises to his cheeks. He nods and smiles at Ranpo. “That sounds like a splendid idea, Ranpo-kun!”
They quickly go back into the ballroom and snag as many sweets as they can, Ranpos coat coming in handy as he predicted. They go to Poe house to find an interesting movie to watch. “Ah, this is much better than that boring party. I’d much rather spend my time with you like this Poe-kun.” Ranpo admits after all his treats are gone, down in his now happy stomach, and the movie near over. “Thank you Ranpo-kun. Tonight has ended much better than it usually does for me.” Poe says with a smile, Ranpo smiles at him and pats his back. “No problem buddy, I gotta watch out for my rival.” Ranpo says with a wink.
And so Ranpo and Poe end their night with full stomachs and happy hearts.
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Does Poe have social anxiety? Is he just introverted? Who knows
Also don’t ask me what the hell “Castiel Sefton” is I got it off of a random name generator 💀
I hope you enjoyed regardless~
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Training
-Young Gods
Master List
Nabi’s POV
I sat next to my father in the back of his black on black, Rolls Royce Phantom. The bullet proof windows were tinted very dark making it impossible for anyone to see us from the outside.
It had been raining all morning the chill in the air ha me shivering in my black leggings and sweater. My long hair was pulled back as well in to a low ponytail.
Father had yet to tell me where we were going even as the car began to move. We didn’t speak to one another for the entire 20 minute drive. He stayed on his phone most of the time talking business and numbers and barking orders to whoever was on the phone.
A few minutes later and the car pulled up to a grey building. It looked more like a warehouse to me. There were men in black suits standing outside waiting for us. My father’s men of course. “What is this place?” I turned to my father with a questioning look. The old man finally put down his phone and set his light brown eyes on mine. “You’re training today. You need to learn how to protect yourself. Especially when I’m gone.”
“You’re going to train me?” I didn’t mean for my words to sound shocked but, I couldn’t help it. Father didn’t really do that kind of thing. He had others to always get dirty for him. He shook his head and his eyes cast up to peer out my window. Just then a tall man with long black hair opened my door for me.
He was very handsome, almost pretty with full lips, a cut jaw, and a thin yet solid frame. When our eyes met for a split second they were pretty but, cold.. menacing. I didn’t recognize him but, how could I know all of my father’s men.
“Nabi, this is Hwang Hyunjin. I hired him and a few of his other men to help train you.” My father spoke as Hyunjin bowed deeply then stepped aside so I could get out of the car.
I whipped my head back towards my father to glare at him. “Wait, you’re not coming with me? I don’t know these people.. what the hell?!” I couldn’t help my little outburst and I know my father hated when I spoke to him with anything less than the upmost respect. “Stop it, Yi Nara! You will do this and you will do exactly as these men say.”
I heard the man who opened my door sigh softly as if he was tired of listening to this. “Fine, but if I get gang raped just know,” I leaned closer to my father, “killing them wont make me forgive you.” I knew that was a bit dramatic but it got the reaction I wanted because my father face began to grow read with anger. I didn’t stick around though. Stepping out of the car I walked past Hyunjin, completely ignoring the annoyed glare he gave me.
Even though I wasn’t showing it I could feel my nerves clawing its way through my body. Not knowing exactly who I’m with and what I will be doing. I hated that feeling. Suddenly Hyunjin stepped passed me as his soft yet deep voice said, “don’t worry about getting gang raped, darling. We only do that to the women and men we want to carve up.”
I stopped short of the large metal door we were headed for and looked at him with an incredulous expression. What the fuck did he just say to me?
“And sadly we can’t have fun with the bosses daughter. Got to keep the princess safe.” He said as he opened the heavy door with easy and bowed to me with a mocking smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that smirk off his pretty condescending face.
I reluctantly walked inside. It was dark for the most part but, I could see some hanging lamps towards the back. Hyunjin daunted passed me again to lead the way. He never spoke to me again as we walked through the dimly lit space. As my eyes roamed my surroundings I noticed that there were old conveyor belts, broken and rusted on either sides of us.
There looked to be bullet holes scattered in the walls and water was dripping from the ceiling from the light rain that had began to fall again. Then my eyes landed on the seven other men that stood at the back of the building. They stood in an open space where there looked to be a small gun range on one side of the building and then opposite of that was a huge blue mat lying on the ground.
“The Princess has arrived.” Hyunjin said as he stopped at.. at the man I had seen coming out of my father’s office. He looked a bit different today. He had black jeans on and a loose fitting tank top on.
His dark hair had no product in it and it was curly and a bit messy. Our eyes met as he bowed and took a step forward. “Miss Yi, I am Bang Chan. It’s a pleasure to finally-“
“I know who you are, father told me. So you will be training me? And these guys?” I questioned as my eyes scanned the others and I crossed my arms over my chest. When my eyes moved back to Chan he had an amused smirk on his lips. I noticed my eyes lingered a bit too long on them and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, looking away.
“Since you know who I am allow me to introduce my men, they will all be helping you in the process of training you.” Chan turned towards a man who stood closer towards the small gun range. His features were very sharp but handsome all at the same time. He almost looked catlike. “This is Lee Minho.” Chan pointed his hand towards the man who was now twirling a sharp knife between his agile fingers.
He was looking at me as if I was something to eat, “you can call me Lee Know, babe” he spoke that pet name so confidently as if he would have consequences for openly flirting with the bosses daughter. “He will be teaching you about weapons and how to use them effectively.” Chan gave Lee know a hard look and I noticed the overly confident man stopped twirling the knife and dropped his little smile.
“I will also be helping you with weapons training, along with Han Jisung,” Chan nodded towards and a man who was leaning against the far wall with safety glasses pushed up onto his head pushing back his dark wavy hair back a bit.
His arms were well built and crossed in front of him as he eyes me curiously. Even though his round face looked a little more inviting than the others I could still feel the dangerous aura around him.
“And Hyunjin who I see you have already met.” Chan continued. My eyes slid to the tallest member of the group and I had to fight myself from rolling them. “Yes we have met, unfortunately.” I mumbled and that only made Chans smile grow wider.
He was enjoying this a little too much. “And what about the others? What will they teach me?” I said gesturing towards the other four standing near the blue mat and they seemed to all be dressed in various workout clothes.
Chan turned towards the four men, “these guys will teach you how to fight, martial arts, street fighting..” Chan trailed off and the bulkiest guy spoke up, “we will teach you how to fight dirty.” This man actually looked nice. He had a genuine smile as he spoke to me and his eyes didn’t seem as cold but, I knew better than to think he wouldn’t hurt anyone if he had to.
“But we will teach you how to fight smart and sneak in all the technical stuff too.” A blond man who was leaning on the bulkier guys shoulder spoke up. He was very pretty. His hair was white blond and long, his features were very soft and elegant.
He gave me a wide smile and I could tell he actually meant well. “This is Lee Felix” Chan spoke up and Felix bowed to me. “The big guy next to him is Changbin but, we all call him Binnie.”
“The other two,” Chan went on and pointed towards the men sitting at a small table with a laptop propped open. “Are Jeongin who goes by I.N.” The lithe male who looked like Hyunjin a little with his pretty yet sharp features and black hair simply nodded at me.
“And Seungmin, they are also good with tech.” Chan added. The last guy had this light brown hair and round eyes that made him look almost puppy like but, his smile was a bit crazed it kind of scared me a little.
I stayed quiet and turned my attention back to Chan. “So let’s get started” Chan clapped his hands motioned for me to follow him over to the mat. “You’re going to focus on fighting today and then tomorrow we will work on weapons.” He was all business as he spoke. My eyes slowly wondered over his form. He stood straight, his shoulders were wide and his arms were very muscular yet lean.
Just then he cleared his throat which snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes met his. My cheeks instantly went red. “Miss Yi, are you ready?” I hardened my features, embarrassed I had been caught blushing, “Call me Nabi, and I was born fucking ready.” I said as I walked over to the four men who were now all standing on the mat.
"Let's see what you got, pretty princess." Seungmin smiled at me wildly causing Binnie to laugh and they all stepped back leaving me and the brown haired man standing alone on the mat. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart start to race.
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large black coffee
You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~770 words)
author’s note: my first ever x reader fic (holy shit omg)! this will be a series (i don’t know how many parts yet). also i don’t know anything about coffee lol. this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!
fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns
warning: some strong language
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Your eyes land on him the second he walks through the door, two minutes after the cafe opened, the ringing of the bell above the door signaling his arrival.
It’s not a man you’ve met before, but one who looks vaguely familiar, like you’ve seen him on TV or something. He’s dressed well, much more formal than most of your customers, in a dark gray suit and a maroon tie, though what really draws your attention is his face—the light scruff on his cheeks, the soft sweep of his dark brown hair, the lips that are marred by a tiny cut. His eyes are hidden behind dark red-tinted glasses, and in one hand he has a red and white cane.
He’s blind, you realize, and as he approaches the counter, you also realize that you’ve spent so long studying him that you forgot to greet him.
Shit, okay, get it together.
“Hi! Welcome,” you say quickly. “What can I get started for you?”
He hums, leaning on his cane, his head tilted. It gives him the appearance of a puppy and you can’t help it when your heart beats a little quicker.
He’s cute, you think. Like, very cute.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Can I get a large black coffee?”
You blink at him, frowning. “Just…a plain black coffee?”
“Yes, please,” he says. Your surprise must be noticeable in your tone because he adds, “I take it that you don’t get a lot of black coffee orders here?”
“Uh, no,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks. “We don’t.” It’s a specialty cafe, of course, and you’re well-known for the fancy array of frappuccinos and mixed teas that often get plastered all over social media. An order of black coffee is unusual—and something about it makes this guy seem all the more interesting. “Well, I’ll get that started for you right away. Anything else?”
“That’s it, thank you,” he says, flashing you a smile. It’s a damn good smile, you think.
“That’ll be $2.75,” you say, ringing him up. “Can I get a name for the order?”
“Uh, Matt.”
Matt. The name sits in the back of your mind while you make his coffee, your hands going through the motions without you even having to think about it. It lingers there while you pop the lid on, wiping away excess coffee droplets.
“Matt,” you say, approaching the counter, and he comes up in time for you to hand it to him. “Here you go: one large black coffee.”
“Thank you,” he says. He doesn’t move to go. You find that you don’t mind. “I’m sorry—I didn’t get your name.”
Oh. Right. He can’t see your nametag. You tell him your name, and he smiles.
“I’m Matt,” he says, and you snort quietly.
“I know,” you say. “I just took your order.”
His cheeks go a little pink and the sight tugs at something in your chest. “Ah, sorry.”
“No, don’t be,” you say.
It’ll be a couple more minutes before your usual crowd starts coming in. You can spare a second to talk to the handsome stranger.
“I haven’t seen you around here,” you say, leaning against the counter. “First time coming here?”
“Yeah,” he says. “You just opened, right? I pass by here on my way to work.”
“We opened last week,” you say. “Where do you work?”
“The, uh, law firm down the block,” he says.
“Oh!” You can’t help but lean a little closer to him. “You’re a lawyer?”
He nods. “An attorney. I own a practice with my partners.”
An attorney…
It clicks. “Holy shit, you’re Matthew Murdock.”
He looks familiar because he has been on TV—he’s part of the legal team that got Wilson Fisk in prison. You’re in the presence of a local celebrity. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Guilty,” he says, grinning sheepishly, and you laugh. “Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” you say, maybe a little too quickly, but that won’t stop you. “Nice to meet you, Matt.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he says, and just then, a couple of customers come in, the bell ringing. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“You too,” you say. “Don’t be a stranger!”
He lifts the coffee in your direction. “I won’t.”
You smile as he slips out the door, the bell ringing as it swings shut behind him, and barely remember how to greet your next customers. And for the rest of the day, your mind is taken up by thoughts of the blind lawyer, and just how badly you want him to stop by again.
part 2
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We're All In This Together- Chapter 2
Fandom: Supergirl, Batman, Superman, The Flash
Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Barbara Gordon, Leonard Snart, Mxyzptlk, John Stewart, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen
Summary: Kara, Clark, and Barry are taken off guard by a request by the imp Mxyzptlk: watch over and protect the children of their alternate selves from a different Earth. Will our heroes rise to the occasion?
Chapter 1
Five years later
Mxy instantly appeared in a garden with a variety of wildflowers of alien origin blooming. In the center of the garden was a fountain where three children were playing in the water: two girls and one boy. Mxy smiled as he walked up to the children who were giggling while splashing water on each other. One of the children, a girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, spotted him coming towards them. She instantly got out of the fountain and exclaimed, “Uncle Mxy! You’re back!”
The other two in the fountain instantly stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction the blonde girl headed off. The second girl, who had light brown skin, short black hair, and dark brown eyes, chuckled and instantly became a blur and instantly appeared before him and embraced him in a hug. The little boy, who had short black hair and dark blue eyes, pouted and exclaimed, “No fair,” quickly got out of the water and ran to Mxy. Moments later, the blonde-headed girl and the boy embraced him.
Mxy smiled and said, “My little munchkins are growing up. You all have gotten so big!”
The blonde girl beamed and said, “I am the tallest now.”
The little boy smirked and said, “You may be tall now Alura, but I will get bigger than you one day.”
Alura pulled out her tongue and said, “Nuh-uh, Jonathan.”
“Uh huh,” yelled Jonathan.
They went back and forth with each other for a minute before the dark-skinned girl pulled on Mxy’s shirt and asked, “Why do they have the same argument over and over again? It doesn’t matter.”
Mxy looked at her thoughtfully and said, “You’re right Nora. It doesn’t matter.” Mxy then looked and Jonathan and Alura with a stern look and asked in a commanding voice, “Does it really matter?”
The two instantly pouted and then looked down.
“No,” they muttered in unison.
Mxy smiled softly and said, “Good. I want this to be a pleasant visit since I don’t get to see you that often. Besides, it wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t spoil you with presents.”
Mxy snapped his fingers and instantly three boxes wrapped in fancy wrapping paper appeared in his hands. The kids started bouncing up and down with glee.
Mxy smiled and said, “Why don’t you guys open this while I go seek out your Uncle John. Do you guys know where he is?”
Alura smiled, pointed, and said, “He is over by the benches.”
Mxy looked over and saw the man sitting on the bench going over documents.
He looked down at Alura, patted her on the head, and said, “Thanks, darling.”
Alura beamed and said, “Thanks for the gift!”
Nora and Jonathan looked up beaming and said in unison, “Thank you Uncle Mxy.”
“You’re welcome kiddos. Now go and have some fun.”
He watched the kids for a couple of seconds tear into their gifts and watched them be amazed by what they got. He decided to go with Build-A-Bear this time around. He got Alura a Supergirl-themed teddy bear, Nora a Flash theme teddy bear, and Jonathan a Superman-themed teddy bear. The last bear he really had to think about. Superman has a very negative connotation which has grown over the last five years. However, the bear is wearing the original Superman outfit. Not the all-black one that he currently sports. The black one doesn’t even sport the S symbol in the middle of it anymore. Considering that none of the kids were around when Superman used his original suit, he wondered if they would make the connection. Jonathan seemed excited about getting it and was clutching it tenderly. Mxy chuckled as he headed to John. However, as he got closer and closer to him, he began to frown. He had multiple crinkles on his forehead which mean one thing: shit is about to hit the fan.
Mxy sat down next to John, tried to force a smile on his face, and said, “Hello John, it has been a while.”
John looked up at him with a tired look in his eyes.
Mxy leaned back, sighed, and said, “Shit! How bad is it this time?”
John looked at the kids playing with their new teddy bears gleefully.
He looked back at Mxy and said, “The kids can’t stay on Oa anymore. It is not safe.”
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