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meowsforyujin · 3 months

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Obsessed- Hyunjin x fem reader

roommates/friends to lovers

Warnings!!( fingering, drinking, riding, unprotected sex(don’t do it), pet names, hyunjins cocky and obsessive )

To say that Hyunjin was obsessed with you was an understatement.

He knew everything about you, even things you didn’t know about yourself. You two had been roommates for two years now, easily hitting it off when Hyunjin moved in. Hyunjin was nothing but a stranger at first, only moving into your small apartment from a craigslist ad. But it really didn’t take long for you two to become best friends. You literally did everything together.

But this was never enough for Hyunjin, he knew from the beginning living with you would be difficult. The moment he saw you he’d been more intrigued then he’d ever been by a woman in his life. Hyunjin wasn’t described as a gentleman, to say the least. He wasn’t a bad person, just a bit of an immature pervert. So he could never for the life of him figure out why he was so suddenly drawn to you in a way he’d never experienced the first day he saw you.

It’s not that you aren’t attractive, you definitely are. It’s that the first day he saw you, you were in the most seemingly “unattractive” outfit ever. Obviously he thought it was attractive, and that's what he found weird. The first day he saw you, you looked like you had just rolled out of bed after a 3 month hibernation. You were walking like a literal zombie, slumping around barely giving him a tour. You were wearing a big t-shirt that did your figure no justice, with the word “nope.” printed in the middle, which might have been the most stupid T-shirt he’d ever seen. When he asked you what your shirt meant you only shrugged, saying it was a dollar at the thrift store. Your Pj pants had been way too long, he’d almost missed your mis-matched spongebob socks. Your hair in the messiest bun he’d ever seen, baby hairs framing your face so well. You were wearing clear framed glasses that were way too big, you had to keep pushing them up on your nose. You wore one single ring on your thumb, in the shape of a skull. It was an odd choice, but he was so heavily intrigued by it.

Hyunjin had never met anyone as unbothered as you either. He always tried to make you jealous, but you never seemed to care. He’d talk about bringing girls home and warn that she would probably be super loud, and you’d simply shrug, “Okay have fun, just don't give her my food.” you’d say.

He’s also never seen you with a guy over, ever. You did have your cousin Changbin over quite often, but that's your cousin. Hyunjin always wondered if you’d ever even touched a man. Surely you had, but he never asked because he really, really didn’t like to think about it. He would always struggle to hide his jealousy when any guy showed you any interest. You’d always reject them though, much to Hyunjin’s relief. Anytime a girl came up to him, he’d search you for any sort of jealous reaction, and never succeeded. In fact, you’d tease him about it later without any problem.

But Hyunjin was cocky. He was sure you liked him. Did he have any proof or reason to think so? Technically no, but he was Hwang Hyunjin and that was reason enough for him.

-present-

“Hey Y/nnnnn” Hyunjin pokes at your sides, trying to get your attention.

“Whaaaat.” You sigh, rolling your eyes, turning from your computer to face him.

“Guess what”

“Chicken Butt.”

“No, seriously guess.”

“I’m busy hwang, cut to the chase.”

“Luna and I are going out again tonight, I think things are gonna get serious soon.”

“That’s great Hyunjin, can’t wait to meet her.” He searches your face for any sign of discomfort or annoyance, and only finds sincerity.

“You want to meet her?” He blinks, expecting you to get mad or something. (cocky right?)

“Why wouldn't I? Since when has the great ‘Hwang Hyunjin’ been serious about anyone?”

Since you.

“I don’t know, I’ll ask her if we can make plans for you guys to meet soon.” He hopes you don’t hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Great, well I’m gonna invite some of the guys over tonight for a horror movie and beer pong, you and Luna are welcome to join after your date, unless you guys go back to her house instead.” You wink at him and it causes a red hue to tint his face. You figure it’s caused by the comment about fucking his ‘girlfriend’, but it’s of course it isn’t.

-time skip, three hours later.-

You had seriously been having one of the best times of your life tonight, but you couldn’t help but be disappointed that Hyunjin wasn’t there.

“What’s up? Why so glum?” Jisung asks, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“Nothing.” you flash him a weak smile.

“Lemme guess, you miss Hyunjin? Where is he anyway?” Jisung asks, looking around.

“He’s out with Luna.”

“Who’s that?”

You blink at him, not knowing if he was being sarcastic or not, “The girl Hyunjin has been going out with?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”, you’re shocked that Hyunjins childhood best friend has never heard of his new ‘girlfriend’.

“He’s literally gone on dates her three days in a row, like literally yesterday they went to the movies.”

“No, I was with Hyunjin yesterday, unless you know that and are trying to insult me.” He grins.

“Wait What? Why would he lie then?”

“No clue, but you should know better. He’d never date anyone having you around.” You looked at him confused, causing him to sigh and roll his eyes. “Nevermind.”

“Nooo tell me.” You whined, tugging at his arms.

“How do you not see it?”

“Han Jisung can you please tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.” Your patience was wearing thin, but you still needed to know.

“How do you not notice the way Hyunjin looks at you? He always stares at you like he wants to fucking EAT you it’s gross. But then, he won't shut. up. about you. Everytime we’re together it’s ‘Y/n this, Y/n tha,’ it's sickening. Like, you both should just get married already for Christ’s sake.”

You stare at him for a bit, not knowing what to say.

“You think Hyunjin likes me?” Your voice breathier than you intend.

“Oh my god yes. Why do you think he has a pile of your clothes in his closet? Or he excuses himself everytime he sees you in his clothes to jerk off? Or when he sits next to you while you're working just to WATCH you. I’ve literally never seen him so obsessed with someone. He literally brings a tissue sprayed with your perfume when he goes out. It’s concerning honestly.”

Everything starts to dawn on you then and there, was Hyunjin trying to make you jealous with the whole Luna thing? Is THAT why he always tried to tell you gross details you didn’t want to know?

Well shit, you thought. Obviously you had to come up with some sort of plan for when he came home.

-time skip, hour and a half later-

You somehow came up with a good enough excuse to send everyone home, and now Hyunjin was expected to walk through the door any minute. You’re currently laying on his bed, in literally nothing but his T-shirt and underwear, your nipples very visible. You’re reading (not really) a book, with your legs up, resting the book on your lap. You are very aware of the almost clear view of your pink laced underwear.

You heard Hyunjin walk in, assuming you're asleep since everyone’s gone and the apartment was dead quiet. Your heart beats faster as you hear his footsteps getting nearer, until he stops in his tracks after seeing you.

“Y-Y/n?” He couldn’t help the nervousness in his voice.

“Hyunjinnn!” You smile, putting your book down and getting up to hug him. “Why were you out so late?”

“O-Oh me and Luna, went to her house after.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Of course you did, you know, I don’t like her very much.”

“Why?” Hyunjin was genuinely confused by your sudden confession.

“I don’t know, it just bothers me how much time you spend with her. I bet she’s not even that pretty, definitely not as pretty as me.” Hyunjin tries to bite back a smile, but you catch him anyway.

Without warning you pulled him close, and whispered in his ear, “Bet that’s what you wanted to hear, right?” His breath hitches, not used to having you so close, especially like this.

He almost whines when you pull away, walking back towards his bed. “Sorry I borrowed one of your shirts, figured you wouldn’t mind given the fact that you take my clothes all the time.” You point to the pile of clothes you had pulled out from his closet that belong to you.

You almost laugh at Hyunjin’s shocked expression. “I can explain!” He stammered nervously, trying to find an explanation. “First you lie to me, then you steal my clothes, honestly what am I going to do with you?” You stare at him, placing your hands on your hips.

“What lie? I lied to you?”

You let out a dark chuckle, causing Hyunjin’s dick to twitch in his pants. He was so focused on the way you looked in his shirt, that he didn’t notice how painfully obvious his bulge was.

“I didn’t know Jisung was with you and Luna yesterday, and neither did he actually. In fact, he claims he’s never even heard of a Luna.” Hyunjin can’t do anything but gulp. He really didn’t know your plan here.

“Sit on the bed Hyun.” You say simply. And like a lost puppy, he mindlessly listened to you.

He’s taken aback when you straddle his lap, but couldn’t help his arms snaking around your waist. “You see Hyun, I like you very much but I didn’t think you felt the same. Especially because I don’t see myself as the type you’d like. But Jisung told me quite a few of your dirty secrets.” Your voice was laced with dominance as you brushed your fingers through his hair. “I like you alot.” He practically blurts out, like he’d die if he didn’t say it. “Hmm yeah? How much?”, you purr, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I Like you so much it hurts, no, I love you so much it hurts. To see you every day and not be able to just hold you and tell you how much I love you? Or to not just pin you to the counter and blow your back out when you wear those stupid thrift store t-shirts that are longer than your tiny shorts? To not be able to see your face when you sing those stupid songs in the shower?” You shut him up with a kiss, because you swear if he keeps going you’ll give up your dominance.

You were surprised at first, the way he kisses you. It was so gentle, so intimate, it almost makes you want to stop this all and just cuddle him for the rest of the night.

But then the kiss becomes needy and desperate. You bite his bottom lip slightly, and waste no time slipping your tongue in his mouth. You can’t lie, you’ve fantasized about his lips alone for so long. So plump, so beautiful.

Hyunjin groans when you softly grind on him, pushing your hips closer to him. He pulls away from your lips and quickly attaches them to your neck, pulling a beautiful lacy whimper from you. His teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You reach down to tug his shirt off, which he quickly complied. You take it upon yourself to take off your (hyunjin’s) shirt as well.

“Fuck me.” He groans, staring at your chest. You chuckle at him before bringing his right hand up to cup your breast. That was enough of a green light for him to take your left nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one.

You let out a surprised yelp at the sensation, starting to grind down on Hyunjin again, but this time much harder. He groans into your chest, egging you on further.

You bring your hand down to touch yourself lightly over your underwear, mouth falling open. “Let me help.” Hyunjin grunted, his hand moving from your breast to your underwear. He somehow manages to get your underwear off rather quickly, and begins to run his fingers up and down your folds.

“So wet, bet you’re nice and warm already.” He breaths, slicking his fingers in your arousal. Hyunjin slips a finger into you rather easily, groaning at how your insides felt. You moan rather loudly, not expecting his singular finger to feel so nice inside of you. He added another finger, pumping them both in and out.

“Fuck.” You breathed, grinding down on his fingers. He suddenly curls them, pressing up on a spot that makes you squim.

“Yes Hyune, like that baby.” You moan satisfied with the feeling.

Hyunjin is having way to much fun finger fucking you, he nearly whines when you pull off of them.

“Gonna cum on your cock hyun, can you take that?”

Usually Hyunjin wouldn’t ever have a girl talk to him that way. He wasn’t a fan of being submissive. But it’s not any girl this time. It’s you.

He desperately nods. You hum in satisfaction, pulling out his dick in awe. You grind on his member softly, spreading yourself all over it. Hyunjin whines, and you give him a pitiful look before positioning yourself over his dick.

The moment you sink down on him, he’s far gone, enveloped in your delicious heat. He looks so beautiful, eyes drooping, mouth hung open with a hint of drool slipping from the sides.

“Stay with me pretty boy, or I won’t let you cum.”

You had him at pretty boy, and he was snapped back into reality, licking and nipping at your nipples once again. Your back arched at the sensation, not really wanting to go slow anymore.

You began bouncing up and down on him, fingers tangled tightly in his hair. You both were moaning messes, thrusting up sloppily into each other, trying to meet each other’s pace.

You clench down as you felt him twitch, slightly relieved that you were both close.

“Are you close, baby?” You coo at him, never slowing your pace. Hyunjin nods timidly. “Me too baby, please cum with me.” Your voice whimpering slightly at the end.

You swear you had the best orgasm of your life, riding out your high along with him.

You both laid next to each other, panting heavily.

“So,” you spoke, breaking the silence, “..can I have my clothes back?”

“No, you only get to wear mine from now on.”

A/n: guys I’m sorry I’m so bad at ending stuff but I rlly like this one actually :) it might be my favorite but there’s still so much room for improvement

#kpop fanfic #stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut

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hopelessdelusional · 1 year

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So yeah, that’s what I would like to do for this shoot! Any questions?”

You sat in the conference room that was just down the hall from the shoot with the all the workers for Bakugou’s shoot. Three nights ago, You and Hitoshi stayed up until 3AM discussing literally every single detail of the shoot. You had made not only a pamphlet that went along with the presentation but a whole slide show that explained why you decided on everything. Toshi said it was overkill, and you said it wasn’t enough.

You stood there as they talked amongst themselves and tried to avoid Bakugou’s piercing gaze as you stood nervously picking at you button up. You didn’t have to dress as professionally for the first time you came here because it was only a test run, so you were able to get away with jeans and tennis shoes. However for this meeting you had to wear dress pants that felt a little more tight than the last time you wore them along with a classic white button up and your favorite black heals.

“If that’s something you don’t like however I do have a whole binder full of ideas that we could start with but of course it would take a day or two to come up with more elaborate ideas-“

“It’s more than enough Miss l/n, in fact we can’t think of a single reason as to why we wouldn’t want to do this. Right Bakugou?”

Everyone in the room turned to him, forcing you to do the same. It was like torture! Every glance of him brought back more memories of that hour and a half worth of the messiest make out session you’ve ever experienced. How can so many things happen in only an hour and a half?! Maybe it’s just his charm, maybe that’s his secret. He’s a hell of an awful kisser but so much can happen in such a short amount of time. Maybe that’s just his whole gist in general! There was so much to learn about this man, and you hated that fact that you wanted to know everything.

“Yeah, I like it.”

Everyone in the room cheered as you and Bakugou maintained eye contact. You smiled at him, trying to be polite but that only ended in him bashfully turning his head away. You stood there still smiling, was it possible you were making the great Bakugou Katsuki flustered?

As everyone started to walk out, Bakugou’s agent, Allison Marks went up to you and hugged you. You were a little taken back but you remembered that Ochacko was the same way when you first met her, so you allowed it and squeezed her back.

“That was incredible! I’ve never seen such focus and passion into this kind of stuff! I mean you had every pose, every lighting change, every angle, every outfit, and even every makeup look! How did you do it?”

You blushed smiling, not having gotten this kind of recognition in a long time.

“I had an amazing friend who got me off my ass and made me work, he brings out the best in me.”

Allison melted at your words, “that is the most beautiful sentiment I’ve ever heard, y/n. You are just such a remarkable woman!”

She gave you one last quick hug, then raced out of the room to catch up with the rest of the team, little did you know Bakugou stayed behind.

“She’s way too energetic for her own good,” Bakugou leaned on the table as you cleaned up the room. You looked up at him before smiling at the thought of her bright aura.

“Yeah but it’s so refreshing to have in this line of work, not a lot of people think of photography as art anymore.”

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at you, watching you closely.

“Art? You think all of this is art?”

You stopped what you were doing for a moment, before standing up fully again and looking at him. His answer seemed genuine but you still didn’t really know they guy. His voice was gruff and his face was pretty much always the same, except when he gets mad, now that’s something you’d like to watch with popcorn in your hands.

“Of course it’s art. There’s so much creativity and thought that goes into this process, I mean did you not just see my whole presentation?”

You shut the computer down quickly before walking over to the blond, who was now looking very amused at your new frustration.

“Look, you may not understand because all you have to do is stand there and look pretty but the people who work on this really do put a lot of human emotion and expression into making this successful. That’s the key with art, it’s more than just showing sweat drip down your glorious abs.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, not wanting to be any closer in fear you would somehow black out and end up kissing him again. In your defense his cologne is really strong.

“You think my abs are glorious?”

His tone was teasing, almost like he was testing the waters with you.

What was wrong with this guy? He’s so full of it that he didn’t even pay attention to anything that you said except for the one compliment!

“I’ll see you in ten Bakugou, enjoy your break.”

You tried not to sneer at the selfish man next to you as he passed you, and thankfully he got the hint and let you leave.

“Shit.”

You had finally gotten home after a long day of Bakugoy torturing you. It was so weird because it seemed like he was trying to mess with you but any time you tried to match his energy, he looked the other way and pretended you didn’t exist. What was this guy’s problem! You just wanted to shove him into a wall and make out with him talk things out so it wasn’t awkward anymore. He just wasn’t professional. That was it. He was too immature and you didn’t have to think about him ever again after this.

You were able to calm down by having your third cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with your laptop. Your team was able to get a lot of good shots today, and they wanted you to edit the pictures they got. The only problem was that the company that you work for now has a contract with this new editing software. They explained it in further detail but your shift was over and you have a nasty habit of turning off your brain whenever your shift ends.

“What is it?” Hitoshi came over to where you were sitting, chewing obnoxiously in your ear causing you to shove his face away. He just laughed and continued chewing, grossing you out further.

“I swear to go Toshi if you get cookie crumbs on my brand new laptop-“

“I’ve never seen this website, what is it?”

You rolled your eyes at his lame way to change the topic but you let him do it anyways.

“I…honestly don’t know. I genuinely have no idea where to even start with this.”

Toshi finally swallowed his food and leaned towards the computer. It did make you giggle a bit, he needed glasses but is refusing to even think about it making him look like an old person whenever he looks at a screen.

“Oh shit yeah, this actually looks like something from the future.”

You chuckled before swatting him away, trying to figure it out on your own. You created a whole career by yourself, all self taught for fucks sake! You can figure this one software program, everything is “new” at one point, you’ll totally make this your bitch!

“y/n you’ve been cursing up a storm for the past ten minutes, just email asking to use a different editing program.”

You grunted, letting your head fall on the table. You stared at the rings that still scattered across your fingers, not yet taking them off from work. Then, you thought of Bakugou again. You literally couldn’t get him out of your head, you’ve only been working at that stupid place for a week and you’ve already found yourself infatuated by him! That’s ridiculous, and not you. After the shit that your first ex made you go through you promised that you wouldn’t get as attached again, not unless it was a long term relationship. You hated situationships and how awful relationships had been for you. You just wanted to find someone you felt at home with.

“Hey, take a break, we can figure this out later.”

You sat up, taking a deep breath and realizing there was a small tear running down your face. You’ll be alright. You’ll find the right person when it’s time.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second”

You got up and headed to your room, where you were finally able to take off all the little pieces of jewelry and makeup off, and put on some comfortable clothes. As of right now you are home, and that’s good enough for you.

“No way! Toshi you never told me you were into Kaminari! This completely changes things!”

You fell back onto the cough laughing as Hitoshi covered his face with a pillow. You couldn’t say you didn’t see this coming, it was quite obvious the day of the party when you introduced him to each other. They already knew of each other from college but you weren’t aware of how many classes they had together and how much Hitoshi watched Kaminari’s channel.

“Shut up. I never told you because I knew you would would be a dick about it.”

You immediately stopped laughing and sat back up. “Toshi! I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable, I want to be that person you go to for everything.”

You tried to give him your most impressive puppy dog eyes but all you got in return was a pillow to the face.

“You are the person I go to for everything dipshit, it’s just this is embarrassing and I know I’ll never have the chance to go out with him-“

“Toshi!” you moved the pillow and grabbed your best friend’s shoulders. His eyes widened but quickly went back to his resting “i’m judging you” face. You leaned in close to his face, so close your foreheads were touching. You knew he hated this proximity but you needed him to understand the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“You are one of the most wonderful person, if not the most wonderful person I have ever met. There is no way in hell he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Toshi stayed like that for a bit, arms crossed firmly on his chest before allowing his body to fall backwards into the couch. You stared at him, examining his body language. If you hadn’t known him for so long it would have been hard for you to read him, but right now you could tell that he was definitely thinking really hard, trying to comprehend what you had just said to him.

“Kaminari is really good at editing things, I bet you could get him to do it for you.”

Your eyes widened before you hoped up on your feet, scaring Hitoshi.

“Toshi! You’re a genius!” You rushed over and grabbed his face before planting a firm kiss on his forehead. “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.”

You raced to the kitchen where your phone was charging and opened twitter as fast as you could. You only had his twitter, hoping his DMs weren’t flooded with fans trying to talk to him.

“You know I hate it when you do that!”

You smiled as you typed away on your phone, putting it down after you sent a quick explanation to him.

“You know you love it. Want some more popcorn?”

“Duh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

this is why we can’t have nice things…literally

i think i got way too carried away with this one…i just didn’t want to have to do a shit ton for sunday’s post

speaking of sunday! im planning on doing some more written content for that post, and im gonna do a post with a poll if y’all are cool with that. i don’t wanna like explode ur brain with so much plot yk? if y’all are sick of my writing then i’ll just do a silly filler episode or smth idk i’ll think of smth

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- katsuki was definitely staring at y/n’s ass during her presentation

- katsuki didn’t mean to be rude when he asked y/n the question, it was genuine! he just sucks at showing emotion and y/n isn’t used to his weird behavior/personality yet

- katsuki is also not used to flirting like he thinks he’s soooo good at flirting (he’s not) but when someone he’s actually into reciprocates it freaks him the fuck out

- after they graduated high school bkg basically did the whole speech he did to izuku in the manga and apologized, they both cried and are now on good terms and their families hang out together on holidays again :)

- shoto is low key jealous of bkg, not in a toxic way, just like a pouting puppy, to which izuku always makes sure to smother his face in kisses to make him feel better 🥺

- idc if you agree or not bkg DEFINITELY says “lol” to piss of kami bc he knows it brothers him

- y/n and toshi are siblings your honor. and if you don’t obnoxiously chew in your sibling’s ear are you really siblings?

- toshi follows kami on EVERYTHING, it’s kinda pathetic :/

- kami is nocturnal. that’s it. that’s all i have to say about that.

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weministertomonsters · 2 years

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The Easter Bunny 1 - Werecat

"Do I look like an Easter bunny to you?" Max growls, flicking his tail in agitation.

It thunks against the leg of the kitchen table and he winces. "And I hate this costume. It looks stupid."

"Actually, you look adorable," you correct, reaching over to fix the headband of the droopy rabbit ears.

His own ears flick backwards but he endures your meddling.

"I regret coming here," he announces, picking up the basket full of chocolate eggs that looks tiny in his paws.

"Come on, Macy will be so happy! She always wanted a Easter-egg themed birthday party," you say. "Afterwards we can hang out and maybe watch a movie and eat the leftover chocolate."

"If Macy leaves anything for us, that is. My niece has a monster sweet tooth."

You almost laugh because an angry werecat with a bunny ear headband and a colorful onesie is too funny to take seriously. He bares his teeth at you.

"I could eat you, human."

"Save it for when we're alone," you smirk.

His eyes widen. "Are you saying-"

"You two ready?" Macy's mother, Sophia, comes bustling in with a stack of empty cake plates. A half melted number 4 candle lies on the top. "Macy wants to do the egg hunt now."

Max rolls his eyes. "We were in the middle of something."

"No, actually we were just about ready," you say sweetly. "The Easter bunny and his human helper."

You pat Max on one of his broad shoulders.

"Thanks for helping out! Macy has been so happy today... She hasn't even asked for her father once," Sophia says quietly.

"Good. She should forget about him," Max declares.

As an afterthought he adds, "you should too."

You drag him out of the kitchen before he can make the damage worse.

"That was a really insensitive thing to say," you scold once you're in the backyard, taking a bunch of the bite-sized foil wrapped eggs and using your shirt to hold them.

Max glances at your exposed midriff then looks away quickly.

"Maybe but it's true. That man did nothing right. Couldn't take care of the kid and couldn't even fuck his wife right." Max wanders away from you, tucking eggs just out of sight for Macy and her friends to find.

You sputter at that and it sounds like he's smiling when he says, "Sophia used to rant about it whenever she got drunk. Embarrassed him multiple times."

"Fair point but go easy on your sister, okay? He wasn't the best husband but they were together for five years."

Max goes quiet. After a moment he says, "By the way, remember we're a part of their egg hunt. Whoever finds us gets an extra prize."

"I almost forgot!" You reply. "I doubt we're small enough to hide behind the playhouse and go unnoticed. We can't even fit inside that thing. Or maybe the bushes beside the flowerbed-"

You hear a babble of children's voices coming around the house. Sophia must have assumed you were done and given them the go-ahead to start hunting.

"Uh-oh." You meet Max's eyes.

"The garden shed!" He says, darting towards it.

The backyard is pretty big and you're afraid the kids will spot you before you get to cover but you slip into the garden shed just in time, closing the door enough so that it only lets a sliver of light in.

There's one window but it's covered in a layer of grime that barely allows the sunlight to come in. You turn, ogling the dim interior of the garden shed.

"Figures, your clean-freak sister has the messiest shed I've ever seen!" You murmur quietly.

Max lets out a muffled laugh. "This shit belonged to the ex-husband. She either hasn't got the courage or time to clean it out just yet."

"Hey! Don't remove the costume!" You try to keep your voice down because the kids are running all over the backyard finding the eggs.

The garden shed is in the corner though. It might take awhile before they find you.

"Did you think I was going to wear it for long? It's hot and scratchy and horrible." He yanks it off his legs and as he bends to do so the headband goes flying into the darkness.

"Don't lose them! Those are one of Macy's favorites!" You hiss, stumbling over an empty sack of fertilizer and reaching for the ears which have fallen in the corner. "And you really shouldn't be taking that off. You're kind of naked now."

"And you're the only one who cares," he retorts. "Werecats often go around in nothing but our own fur."

"It's still inappropriate," you mumble, keeping your eyes averted.

He says nothing for a long moment.

"Does it bother you that much? Do you hate seeing me like this?" He finally says and you jerk your head up in surprise at the hurt you hear in his voice.

"Am I that freakish and different-"

"No!" You bark and then lower your voice. "No, it's not that."

"Then what? The time we went swimming with our friends you could barely look in my direction."

"Y-you've misunderstood. You know that's not what I think. I'm okay with everyone and everything. Human or not. That's really not an issue. It's just..."

"What?" He prods.

"You're really hot. And every time I see you like that I just want to run my hands through your fur... But I thought it would be too weird to ask to do that. I know physical contact is taken really seriously with your kind..." You purse your lips together and look at the ground. "I was afraid you'd think I was a weirdo."

"Seriously?" He says, breathing out in what sounds like relief. "That's awesome. I thought you hated me."

"No! Why would you even think that," you pout. "We've been friends for ages."

"All you had to do was ask," Max says. "Do you..."

"Can I?" You burst out and then shrink in embarrassment. "I mean, were you going to say I could touch you?"

"Go ahead," he replies.

You shuffle closer, side-stepping a clunky lawn mower. The lack of light makes it rather hard to see as you reach your hand out. Your fingers touch his fur and you jerk your hand back.

"Sorry, that kind of startled me," you laugh sheepishly before you reach forward with more confidence.

His fur is thick and incredibly soft like a plush pillow. You forget that you're touching your friend as you delight in the silky feeling. Until you find a small fur-less patch. Then a couple inches lower, another. And another.

A giggle builds in your throat.

"Maxwell Quinn, are those nipples?" You whisper. "Six of them?"

"Uh, yeah. They, uh, are just for aesthetics," he says nervously, shifting his weight. "Does that weird you out?"

"I love it, they must be so sensitive," you babble. "Six of them! That's really cool."

"If you say so," he mumbles, swaying.

"Are you purring?" You demand, detecting the soft sound.

He stops immediately. "No. I wasn't."

"I bet you were. Do it again?" You plead. "It sounds so comforting."

You lean forward and playfully place your ear to his chest.

"I'm waiting," you chirp.

His fingers slide through your hair suddenly. "What you said back in the kitchen about being alone..."

The air grows thick with something that makes your heart begin to beat faster. You look up into his eyes, which are glowing slightly.

"I-"

Suddenly, the garden shed door flies off its hinges, missing you by an inch as it falls. A bunch of werekittens crowd into the doorway. You take a step back from Max, clearing your throat.

Macy, covered in smears of chocolate, laughs and claps.

"We found you!" She squeals.

Max growls a curse under his breath and you nudge him.

"Later," you stand on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear before the kittens drag you away for their prize.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster smut

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Divinity

Pairing: priest! Matt Murdock x reader (no specifications!)

Word Count: 1220 words

Outline: Meeting the man of your dreams comes with a lot of baggage and more questions than answers to the game of love.

Warnings: religious imagery, cigarettes, matt is a widow, swearing, implied smut, heavy angst.

Author’s Note: Discussed with miss Ariel, here <3 I literally was screaming throughout the whole hour I was writing it. Similar (in pain) to my exes trilogy.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist

It hurts.

Doesn’t it?

Walking through life, step by step, leaving each place more haunted and frailer than before. Your soul ascending and descending, dancing and transforming, but never healing. Is as if nothing ever has any meaning, any truth, any reason. For anything, at all.

One moment you are at the top of the world, dancing arm in arm with your lover, and the next moment there are tears on your face and you are begging him to stay, to explain even.

Life is a game you can’t win. Only a series of tragedies hit one after the other. The scenery is familiar, yet somehow you think it changes. You believe it can change, you believe it can improve, and you believe things will finally fall into place. And yet never they do. Each time you came close to happiness and bliss it all got ripped away from you, blood still fresh on your fingers.

Six months ago, it was winter.

Dark, heavy, bleak, and cold. Nothing new, nothing old. Invited to the wedding of one of your cousins. You didn’t pay much attention to it. Two weeks before that you had broken up with your on and off partner and now you were only hoping for some peace before the next relationship.

But you never expected what happened that day.

You were there early, as always that was both an advantage and a disadvantage for you. For everyone really. But right there in the back alley, sitting on the steps smoking one cigarette after the other, you watched as the priest came outside and asked you for one.

“Helps with the nerves.” He said.

“Performance anxiety?” Always the jokester. “Don’t you say the same words every time?”

“Nah, I haven’t been doing that for too long.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He left and you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Pouty plump red lips, thick sunglasses, (evidence that he was blind), and the messiest brown hair you had ever seen on a man. Looked too young to be a priest, but then again you didn’t know.

The ceremony was dull but your eyes were fixated on him. He didn’t feel like a boring priest. He didn't feel like anything you had ever met before. He felt like hellfire.

Not much to your surprise, he stayed for the wedding dinner. From nearby chatter, you find out he was an old friend of the groom and he had tragically lost his wife a few years back which made him turn hardcore to religion.

And yet three hours later, liquor hard on both of your tongues you were exchanging moans and gasps and breaths, your head hitting the bookcase full of religious books.

The road to hell is indeed paved with good intentions.

You woke up the next day, inside the security of his hairy chest and his strong muscles. You take time to admire him like he is, the sunlight hitting his face just right. And then you close your eyes again. Hoping this moment will stay forever in your mind.

“Fuck!” You hear him curse so loud that it jolts you awake and you only stare at him as he paces back and forth.

“This shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t-”

“Well, excuse me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Did he think you had already left?

The rest of the morning was a mix of him asking you to forgive him and you reassure him that you were very well into it. Eventually, you had to leave as you were working the evening shift that day.

And then he showed up at your house.

And again.

And pretty much every single day. Always at the same time.

And when he cries after sex safe inside your arms, you don’t mind. You soothe him and lull him to sleep, promising him you are always gonna be there. And you mean it. Sometimes, he remembers his wife, sometimes he is asking God for forgiveness, and sometimes he just sobs inaudibly.

“God doesn’t hate you. He is supposed to be all loving, I doubt something so fun would piss him off.”

You try to lighten the mood because the sound of his baritone laugh makes your heart sing. And it always pays off. He likes the light earnest of your being, how your soul feels when you lay on him.

And somehow you found yourself getting more and more familiar with him, feeling a profound sense of security and intercity you haven’t felt before. You caught yourself thinking of him in dull moments, riding the bus to watch him in Sunday service and letting him talk to you for hours on the phone about any current issue.

And yet you could have never predicted the way things would end up.

“We can’t.”

“But why?”

Sitting on the bench of the bus stop closest to the church.

“Is over.”

“No, it isn’t. Not for me.”

“It will be for you as well, soon enough.”

“I need you!”

“And I only need God, the only one I can hold on to.”

"You can't seriously say that."

"Is the only truth out there for me."

“Return to me.”

“I can’t.”

And there were streams of tears running down your face. And then he helps you get on the bus and you never see him again.

Until.

Two weeks later, he shows up, a suitcase in his hands.

“Let’s run away together. I got a taxi outside waiting. ”

Is after midnight, his usual time. There is no stench of alcohol on his breath and he seems serious enough.

You believe him.

Doesn’t take you too long to put a couple of clothes inside a bag, a couple of toiletries, and put on your coat rushing out the door. The driver helps him get inside the car and you sit there, heart beating faster than ever, his hand on your thigh.

“I knew you would come back.”

But he doesn’t respond, just smiles.

There is a small little house, tells you he inherited from his parents, in a town twenty miles over. He gets a job in a library, and you find a job at a tailor shop, three streets down from the house. You get into a routine, you cook for him, he washes the dishes, you shop for groceries, and he vacuums the house. You choose the curtains and he chooses the couch. You dry the clothes, and he irons them. You accidentally let your tea get cold, he makes you a fresh warm batch.

Until the summer came.

Heat crept in no matter what you did. Him wearing a white t-shirt, shoving his clothes back into his suitcase and you grip his muscle begging him to stay.

Supposed things were meant to be brighter in the summertime.

Supposedly.

And you watch him, get into the cab, scorching sun on your face, tears down your face. He could leave you just as easily in the warm light of the morning just as he could in the cold light of the night.

You sink down to your knees, hands hiding your face.

And you begin to hate the summertime. And this town and pretty much everything.

And you never ever see him again.

And you never ever want to see him again.

And life moves on.

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magnuficent76 · 8 months

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For Baltazar: Self, Social Circle, Exit and Future!

COMIN RIGHT UP !!! Ough I love this dude the Ball

[Prompt list can be found here !!]

Self – How is your OC's relationship with themself? Does your OC like who they are? Is there anything about themself that they would change?

◆ Baltazar and Good Self Image are NOT words that go together. This man has beem having every type of dysphoria / dysmorphia you can name for three million years, and there's nothing he can really do about it considering to makenit get better he would have to... yk. Actually Accept Himself. Which is hard. They struggle a lot with assigning themselves any worth that isn't just purely practical for everyone else, and while they do work on it... yeah, they aren't what you'd call a fan of what they see in a mirror half the time. If there had to be changes... he'd probably try really hard to make himself normal again, but there's just no way to actually achieve that <3

Social Circle – What's your OC's social circle? Are they obligated to spend time with others in their circle, or are they happy to be there? Has their social standing and social circle ever changed, and if so, how did your OC feel about it?

◆ Oh people get plenty worried if they don't see Balt around anywhere ! They're the Local Depressed Guy !! Everyone gets worried if the Local Depressed Guy is missing for A Little Too Long.

◆ Nah but seriously, Baltazar has a good support system. His friend group is mostly people his age or older, so they understand a lot of his struggles and try not to make him feel left out. What they do is basically parallel play for Adults in the sense that they're all in the same space at once while they each do their own thing– Yoga, drawing, cooking, whatever they're doing at the moment, they prefer doing it with the rest of their buddies :]

◇ ...before that though, most of Baltazar's friends were just the other sportspeople from work. They didn't actually know each other much, they were just kinda acquaintances that enabled each other's issues in appropriate "party" ways. Was better than being alone, I suppose !

Exit – Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

◆ This literally happens everytime they met up with Luis again. These two have been having the messiest relationship since the begining of time, and instead of trying to talk it through like adults, they either prefer to tough it out and fight, or just run away from each other like the plague. The very last time they met though, Luis yelled a bunch of very mean things until they eventually came to an agreement, and then disappeared off the entire dimension for 500 years. Mature style ♡ These two R Normal [lie]

Future – Is there anyone your OC is looking forward to meeting or to seeing again? Who? What might that meeting or reunion look like?

◆ Hmmm... I don't actually know how to answer that to be honest ! Baltazar is usually just grateful to get through each day, with the future just being this kind of hazy thing they don't really count on [Depression tendencies], but if they had to pick... it'd be nice to see some of their old highschool friends again, catch up on everything, especially since they moved out their hometown without much notice... it'd be good to apologize.

TYSM FOR THE ASKK <333

#magoriginals #magocs #my oc stuff #original character #original art #my art #my writing #oc questions #oc asks #oc ask game #tysm for the ask !#audience participation #my ocs #oc: Baltazar #oc: Luis #Solar Years #hahaaha yesss.. YES !!! <- sicko about the guy

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ldh-headcannon · 2 years

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Hi, I'm curious how Rocky from High&Low would be act if he had wife and a little daughter :) Can you write about it? Sorry, I'm not good in English, but I hope you understand what I mean. Thank you :D

I got this done finally! I’m so sorry for the long wait.

I did make it more focused on the whole him being a father aspect than any thing, but I still hope you enjoy!

P.S Don’t worry about your English, it is quite good actually!

This man would be one of the best husbands and fathers ever. My Gods

He’d try so hard to be there for you two

Like dude already thought of you as his queen

But adding a little prince(ss) in the mix?

His royal family is complete

Not gonna lie though, when he first found out you were pregnant he was terrified

‘Cuz my guy knows his dad was a total piece of garbage

What if he ends up the same way?

The thought kept him up at night

But then your child was born and holy shit

All of those fears subsided as soon as the nurse put them in his arms

He took one look at this tiny being that has his eyes and your nose

And he knew that he would do everything in his willpower to keep them and their mother safe

He absolutely cried in that moment

Just a heads up, your kid is gonna be just as spoiled as you

Maybe even more so

Rocky still works a crap ton

But he always makes time for regular family dates

Where you all go to the park and play if the weather permits

Rocky HAS to be the one that pushes your kid on the swing, or catches them at the bottom of the slide

And you’ll end the day with all of you cuddling on the couch watching a movie til the little one falls asleep

Rocky only shares his suckers with your kid

It’s only cuz everytime they show off the candy to you, you wear the cutest pout Rocky has ever seen

Every night before he goes to bed, he will check on your kid

He’ll pull their blankets up and ruffle their hair a bit before joining you in bed

Almost every night when he climbs in next to you, he lets out a sigh and just goes “Can you believe we made that?” while nodding to your child’s bedroom

You chuckle and reply with “It’s almost impossible to imagine”

Now he loves spending time with both of you

But he tries to have at least on night where it’s just you two one-two times a month

So he will ask your parents to watch them for that night, and they happily accept

On these nights, Rocky is dedicated to you and you alone

He will make the evening just super romantic and will take care of you so well

Mentally, physically….sexually lol

There was one night where your parents couldn’t take the little one, so you left them with Koo

And when you picked them up the next day, Koo’s place was the messiest you have ever seen it

His hair was disheveled with heavy bags under his eyes

But your kid had the the biggest grin on their faces

They told you about how they had so much fun and want to spend the night at Uncle Koo’s again soon

Koo’s eyes widened in shock and a little bit of fear

But what was he gonna do? Say no?

Rocky refuses to have any SWORD talk around the kid

But of course that doesn’t last long once they get older

Not because Rocky changed his mind, just the kid is way too curious and way too sneaky for their own good

They eventually meet the other leaders

And take a liking to Murayama and Hyuga

They find the two of them funny

Your child will love going for bike rides with Rocky

But yeah. Overall Rocky would be such a good dad 10/10

#high and low #high and low story of sword #high and low rocky #white rascals #high and low headcannons #rocky #white rascals rocky

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stripperblvd · 2 years

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hi can you do peter ballard x reader where reader is innocent and shy cleaner in lab and has a crush on peter , one night while cleaning peters room (she thinks she is alone in room) sees peter sleeping in his bed and starts watching/admiring him , peter wakes up and some posessive/yandere shit happens

My Little Lullaby (Peter Ballard x Reader)

Warnings: Some sexual tension but eh, no one can convince me that Petter isn’t one hot and bothered fuck. Word Count: 1.9k

Note: Im setting this before the Eleven incident so there's no real El related tensions.

Working as part of the sanitizing group for Brenner was an easy gig. The work was basic, simply keep the place as sterile as possible in a place where all the children were creepily behaved, where the messiest thing you ever got was the plates of food that you dropped off in the basement for the cooking staff to clean. The pay was outstanding, Brenner not only paying for your services but also your silence. Sure the job had its ups and downs, for you the good always outweighing the bad. For one you were only allowed to leave during Sundays, however you didn’t mind much, seeing as everything you needed was provided for you and you only really left to go on walks or buy some new books to keep in your sleeping unit.

The job was simple, solid, repetitive. But the one greatest thing you could think of was the beautiful boy you got to see every day. Peter, the children’s head instructor and keeper was a presence you just couldn’t keep yourself away from. HIs alluring calmness, the perfection of his pretty blond hair always combed and sprayed down. He was simply gorgeous, albeit his treatment in the facility was one that you frowned upon deeply. It wasn’t uncommon for you to receive his basket of clothes, though seemingly normal, you couldn’t help but notice a small dribble of dirty red at the color of his shirts, or the quick smear of the same shade on his pants. How could you, everyone wore solid white, shades varying very slightly as the laundry washed and dried.

“Y/n, you're going to have to cover the night shift tonight, Jane isn’t feeling very well.” your unit head spoke. You nodded from your bed, slightly startled at the man for entering your quarters but obediently putting your shoes back on. You sighed as you clipped your lap covering onto the hem of your skirt, tucking away a small handkerchief inside your bra in case you needed it for yourself.

You walk out quietly, reaching the door upstairs to the main facility by inputting the staff code. Your decision to wear flats paying off as you walk the lone corridors, taking note of the few staff members who’s offices had already been cleaned out. You write down a small list on a notepad, deciding to clean out the closest corridor first and making your way through the children’s wing and lastly the rooms that were spread out between halls and sections. Your feet patted lightly as you took the small baskets marked with each child's number, replacing them with an empty one and clipping the name tags back on for their use. You haphazardly threw the items into the larger laundry sack, knowing each one had the name of the child it belonged to on the inside anyways, and as you did that so did you stack all the smaller baskets under the trolley.

Your run was slow, silent and mostly eerie, finishing everything you had to do before you realized you had missed just one bedroom.

Peter’s.

Your mind raced with thoughts as you took note of this, your feet almost refusing to move as you stopped mid hallway, breath stopping to engulf you in utter cold silence. You looked at the clock nearby, no need to be nervous, there’s a very slim chance that he’s in his room at all, the children’s instructors are currently having a meeting in the wing farthest from his room. Your stomach almost sinks, wishing in the back of your mind that he was indeed in his room.

You take a deep breath, walking straight to the end of the hallways, your rigid movement the only thing that echoes back towards you. You grab your master key, pushing it into the knob in front of you as you twist it and push even further to open the door once you hear the door unlock. You walk in silently, opting to use the light dimmers instead of the full lights to illuminate the room. As you close the previously unlocked door you grin softly, noticing Peter’s basket has some shirts hanging off it, some socks and his shoes lazily thrown around the collector piece. He was always a little bit messier than the rest, you almost laugh imagining how adorable he’d look after a long shift, quickly taking off his stiff clothes without taking notice of where they hit.

You step towards the pile bending over and picking them up before grabbing the basket and repeating the same motions you had for every other room. Once his name was neatly situated back in his empty basket you bent once more to accommodate his shoes, remembering a similar incident that resulted in the pretty blond walking over to you during meal time and thanking you for organizing his footwear while he was away.

However before you could fully straighten your back again you heard a small rustle, a little movement that quickly caught your attention.

Laying right on the bed was Peter himself, the boy fast asleep with his covers messly thrown on his slim body. You gasped lightly watching as his chest took in another deep breath before he returned to that rhythmic breathing.

He looked gorgeous. So innocent and beautiful, sleeping like one of those baby angels that you would see in mythical paintings. His fluffy straw colored hair messed up from the pillow and his lip slightly parted. Never had you seen something majestic, so breathtaking. You never knew how much more radiant he could look when he was peacefully resting in his bed, not bothered by the day's chores. Your feet guided you swiftly to where he laid, a strange surge of confidence enveloping your mind as you sat right at the edge, helping yourself to the sight before you. But your lips turned down slightly, looking at the small bruise on his collarbone. That's right, you thought. Just a few days ago Brenner and his bully guards had taken Peter into a soundproof office, beating him without mercy for what felt like forever, which in reality had only been about 10 minutes. But in those ten minutes your heart cried out for the young man, tears spilling from your eyes that very same night as you lay in your unit, thinking about the pain he must’ve been feeling even up to that second.

You carefully move your hand over his chest, only softly touching his bruised skin before your heart nearly skips out from your heart. Before you is a now smirking Peter, his eyes slowly opening to adjust to your features as his hand, in contrast to his face, quickly moves to pin your wrist inside his grip. Another gasp rips right through your throat as you speak, “I’m sorry!” eyes wide and wild as you process what's happening right now. You’re done, your job is done, your income is through, Brenner will fire you if what happened in this room gets out. More importantly you’re never going to be able to look at the young man before you without embarrassment and shame hitting you with full force. However he only sits up, using this position to forcefully pull you upright with him.

“Shh, do you like what you see sweetheart?” he asks, his grin now slowly fading as his eyes bore into your face captivating you so harshly that you can’t even speak. Even in this predicament that you can’t seem to rid yourself of, his face is still so handsome, making your heart speed up. A yelp escapes your mouth as he turns you around, using the grip he has on your wrist to snuggly wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan so deep you could’ve sworn it sounded like a tiger growling for a split second. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing bending over like that just to pick my clothes up huh? If you’re gonna do that, might as well bend all the way over so I can see what pretty legs you got under this stupid skirt.” his whispers tickle your ear as he presses his chest against your back, slowly letting go of your before he pushes you forward by the back of your waist. “Matter a fact.” you can practically hear the malicious intents of his voice reverberating through your skull.

He tosses his pillow forward, the soft thump of it you’re sure is unreadable through the closed door of his bedroom. “Won’t you be a good girl and bring that back for me.” You could almost yell out, his words almost suffocating your brain as you timidly walk forward, getting the message to bend over instead of using your knees to pick the item up from the floor.

“Lower.” he states, power crashing with his voice as you obey, bending slightly more and feeling your skirt leave your knees, situated at the end of your thighs by now.

“Lower.” There's no room for discussion or protest, and although you might ask yourself why in the morning, you once again comply, feeling the tickles of the fabric sliding towards the top of your thighs. Your entire chest heats up knowing that if you bend any further the skirt will most definitely fall towards your waist, exposing the panties you had on under, the soft pink hint of them surely flashing through by now.

“Lower.” You’re fucked, your self dignity roaring in your ear, demanding an answer as to why you’re letting yourself be used in this way, skin almost burning as you feel the fabric bunch up at the bottom of your back, your ass now on full display for Peter, and your heart speeds up knowing there’s a good chance that the small bump of your mound is now also within his line of vision, giving him a perfect silhouette of what is under the thin fabric of your underwear. Despite the compromising position you pick up the pillow, hearing at the same time the rapid steps of Peter’s feet as his hand snakes around your neck pulling you once again flush against his chest, this new view allowing you to set eyes on your very own reflection, his vanity mirror straight before you. The scene that your eyes trail shows you your flustered appearance, and a hungry looking Peter behind you his grip so tight you can feel the mark his thumb starts to imprint right below your shirt’s collar. He speaks slowly, almost dangerously, eyes never leaving yours as he stares right at you through the mirror.

‘You’re mine. No other man is ever to see you like this, understand?” he grunts out, tightening the grip that he has at the sides of your throat, pulling your head so that your eyes now meet his directly. You nod, slightly relieved as he loses the grip on your skin and turns you around, immediately pressing his soft pink lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, a contrast so big compared to what he just did to you in a matter of seconds. He pulls away, another small teasing smirk rising from his lips as he runs his finger across the inside of your shirt's collar, noticing a purple print the exact size of his thumb on your skin.

“Come back here Saturday night. Brenner is leaving for that whole Sunday, lessons are canceled. You finish your duties, and you come straight back to me like a good girl, understand?” he questions you, hands at either side of your face as you nod again, “Yes, I understand.” and your voice weaves around him like a drug. “Good.” he whispers, kissing your lips once more before opening the door for you, watching as your frame walks off with his clothes.

SO. I’m taking this very nasty opportunity to hopefully make a juicy little smut as a Pt2, hehe. Thanks for the request anon, very greatly appreciated.

7-1-22

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x you #peter ballard x y/n #001 x y/n #stranger things 4 #peter ballard imagine #stranger things #st4

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lacheri · 3 years

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11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

#eren jaeger #eren smut #eren x reader #attack on titan #eren fanfiction #stoner eren #tw: weed #eren yaeger #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyojin

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jellyluchi · 3 years

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Sid, congratulations on the milestone!! ❤️🎉🎊

If it's not too late, can I request a scenario/hc with a reader-insert? Either sfw/nsfw. It goes somewhere along the lines of Pros surviving after the train incident and leaves the mafia life behind to finally settle down with someone. He gets a peaceful life, albeit a little disgruntled making a compromise for it (but he does get used to it!) since he's a house husband now and his wife is the provider - who's not good at handling household responsibilities (e.g. cooking, cleaning, etc.).

Basically I'm all in for this guy getting a happy ending and am overly fond of male wife!Pros because he'd probably be a great one lol.

A/N: Pen!! Thank you for requesting!! AHHH you're already activating my trap card with House Husband!Pros ✨_✨ my domestic senses are tingling...This is sfw but I will do the nsfw version some day bc this man deserves to be taken over the counter after he's done cooking a meal. Thank you for your patience!!!

House Husband!Prosciutto x spouce!Reader; “Softly”

— warnings: none

— genre: fluff

— Word count: 1.1k

Leaving the mafia is no easy business. For someone who used to instruct others on the lifestyle of the perfect mafiosi, Prosciutto made quick work to move on. It obviously wasn’t his dream job. His aspirations had long been torn to shreds when his loyalty to Passione was established. He enjoyed the profits for what it was worth but his heart lay somewhere else, with you. Ever since your presence made itself known in his life, he wanted nothing more than to hide away and take you with him, his safe haven.

The thought proved to be difficult to make into reality. You were, and still are, a simple civilian who happened upon him by happenstance. Sometimes Prosciutto thought you two were never supposed to meet given how far removed you are from mafia life. However, he considered you his beacon of hope, a ray of sunshine leading him to the end of the tunnel. He promised himself he would survive for your sake.

And survive he did. His bloodied remains on the train track were rescued in the nick of time. It’s an understatement to say you were surprised. While you knew the nature of his work, it never occurred to you how close he was to death’s door. It made both of you cherish each other’s presence all the more.

Had some bastard told this man 5-6 years ago that he would be a 'house husband' he'd have slapped them across the face for looking down on him. It's ironic that now the most adrenaline he experiences is from bargaining with the local vendors or trying to get free coupons. He understands his mistake now, looking down on house spouses all those years ago was born from ignorance. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, baking, they are no easy tasks.

He ponders his current lifestyle silently. Some classic Italian pop song from the 80s plays on the radio on the countertop where his floured dough rests. Prosciutto never considered himself a baker. He thought his hands were too bloody for something so refined. The softness of the dough akin to the flesh he once held before turning it cold and pruned. Now he marvels at browned bread, having given it life through his hard kneading.

The clang of his metal arm meeting the counter-top makes him click his tongue. He thinks about touching the dough with his prosthetic, feeling it but also not. The sense of touch has always been quite personal to him and he remembers the way he used to hold his comrades to give them a pep talk, how he used to age enemies faster. The thought is quickly abandoned as he realizes he would have to clean the thing of sticky dough if he did.

The silent click-clack of a pair of keys and ‘darling, I’m home!’ alerts Prosciutto from his stupor. He leaves the dough inside the bowl before covering it. He sometimes wishes he could age it to it’s proven state.

You find your dear husband in the kitchen, in his usual sweats and t-shirt. “Welcome home dear,” his voice is as soothing as you remember. Nothing keeps you going like the thought of coming home to his embrace.

Ever the traditional man, he must give you a kiss upon arrival every single day. It’s not like you’re complaining.

You notice the resting dough when you embrace him. “Pizza?” and he nods at your inquiry. “Margherita. Your favorite.” and he delights in your small burst of excitement. Being a house husband has washed the harsh edges off of Prosciutto’s body. If he was drowning before, he’s now surfaced and made a life on the beach with you.

He takes your jacket, gently, and places it on the rack where it can always be found. Your shoes which never stray from it’s spot near the front door, your keys that never leave its decorative bowl. Prosciutto spent too much of his life running after disappearing things, cruel magic tricks that bring more gloom than entertainment. Your belongings remind him you’re going nowhere, he has no one to chase, he can rest.

“Would you like me to run a bath for you?” he asks you quietly while washing his hand at the sink.

“That’s alright, I’ll freshen up quickly. Besides, it’s too cold tonight.” As you leave for your room, your husband readies the other ingredients for dinner. He used to memorize lists of names but now they’ve been replaced by grocery lists. When he thinks about it, there wasn’t much of a difference, Passione had a peculiar code naming system.

Even if he’d never admit it, Prosciutto was once nervous about life with his prosthetics. He thought he’d never be able to make your favorites, or even go on date nights with you. But he quickly realized his fears were born of a privilege that comes from a life where he’s not expecting to die the next day. And if there is one thing he can do, it’s persevere to make life comfortable for you. You who pays for his living, you who takes care of him and you who loves him despite the ghosts that haunt him, you who kneaded his harsh planes into soft edges.

He’s almost done chopping the veggies when you come back downstairs. “Can I help?” he always makes you feel a bit bashful. You don’t miss the smirk on his sharp lips even if he tries to mask it.

He hands you the mozzarella along with a knife, knowing you would fumble over your fingers with anything else. When you two first met, he wondered how you were able to waddle your way through life. Where he was methodical you were clumsy where he was routinely you were spontaneous. Sometimes he thinks it’s only fitting that he should be the house husband of the messiest person on the planet. It gives him a home to worry about and mundane experiences to look forward to.

You’ve never seen someone do house chores so eagerly and professionally and you think about his journey from taking lives to making homes. The unspoken ways in which he thought his hands could do no good during moments of uncharacteristic self-doubt always made you remind him of all the times his hands have done more good than harm. Like when he grew flowers in the garden, or when he decorated for your birthday, when he fixed your tattered clothes and put back together your broken heart.

“What would I do without you?” you ask when he pushes the pizza into the oven. You snack on some biscotti in the meantime. He would scold you for spoiling your own dinner but he knows you’re quite famished.

“Burn this kitchen down, no doubt,” he jokes. You laugh heartily and he silently thanks his fate for not taking away his hearing on that fateful trip to Firenze.

#prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #jojo prosciutto #jjba prosciutto #prosciutto jjba #prosciutto (jojo)#prosciutto jojo #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra jjba #la squadra #yeah i watch the way of the house husband yes pros is literally tatsu no i dont take criticism and yes im right :) <3 #not sorry for projecting onto reader 100% <3

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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One more time

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff! (Sorry, no NSFW this time! I just couldn’t fit it!)

Request: Hi 👋 May I request an Alpha Oikawa x Omega reader scenario where they already have a pup and Oikawa wants another. How he would he be with his pregnant omega and his pups ?I'm sorry if this is confusing, ABO Au is one of my favourites but I have never made a request before so I'm not sure how to explain? Fluff, NSFW you can write it however u like THANK YOU 💕

Summary: You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Author’s Note: I loved this request so much??? Like, it’s so wholesome and domestic and my A’/B/O heart melts every time at Dad! Alpha! boys. I’m super sorry as I didn’t put any NSFW into this.

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Your daughter Akemi was a blessing in every sense of the word. She was a sweetheart, happy and giggly and the absolute cutest little thing.

➵ Even if she did look like an absolute carbon copy of your husband.

➵ Her bright brown eyes and chocolate locks all copy and pasted from him.

➵ She was precious in every way nonetheless, even if Toru rubbed it in your face every chance he got.

➵ You never got made at him though, as he was the ideal father in every sense of the word.

➵ He made time for Akemi every day, even if he was sore and sweaty from practice—he’d shower before saying hi to her--, he’d let you have at least thirty minutes a day to yourself, more if he feels he has it down, which is almost always the case.

➵ Toru fed her, changed her, helped you to clean up the house. You both worked like a well-oiled machine and parenthood was a breeze.

➵ It was tough at times but you both stuck to your guns, communicating efficiently about what you wanted for Akemi and her childhood.

➵ How you wanted to deal with future tantrums, what schools you were looking at for her (Neither of you were touching high schools just yet), but there was one thing that you always seemed to slip out of discussing.

➵ Siblings for Akemi.

➵ Either you never really had the time before Akemi was crying, or you and Toru were fast asleep by the time you had the chance or- there were just a multitude of things that stopped the conversation from happening.

➵ Until Akemi’s first birthday though. You were rocking your daughter to sleep, brushing your hand along her head and past the brown locks on her head, just reveling in the feeling of holding your pup, a sign of your and your alpha’s love for each other, even if your omega felt the smallest bit…Empty?

➵ You knew that you and Toru wanted more children, just never got a chance to really talk about it

➵ . “Hey,” Your husbands voice purred into your ear, making you purr in response.

➵ His hands rested on your hips, holding you close as he held his daughter’s hand, running his thumb over her knuckles with such a soft and proud smile, making you just melt.

➵ “I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but I want another.”

➵ You laughed. “Another pup, huh?”

➵ He nodded, rounding around to take Akemi. He laid her in her crib, slowly moving to hold you close once more—his hands on your hips with yours wrapped around your neck.

➵ He kissed your forehead, resting his forehead against yours.

➵ “Mhmm. This time they’ll look just like you with your cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Maybe even your adorable little cheeks.” You laughed, squirming when his hands came up to pinch your cheeks, enlarging your smiling face.

➵ He let go suddenly, turning and walking out of the nursery with a smirk. “Of course, maybe the Oikawa genes just run to deep.” He chuckled, making his way to your bedroom. You merely laughed once more before following.

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➵ “And then when mommy’s tummy is all big and round- Pop! Out comes your new sibling. Maybe a boy or girl. I hope for a girl. Two little princesses to spoil and love.”

➵ Akemi giggled at her father’s words, not really understanding what was going on but enjoying the attention, nonetheless.

➵ Toru couldn’t blame her though, as he too was laughing and giggling all through the house.

➵ It had been four months since you began trying, a heat passing where Oikawa proved yet again, he was the perfect husband by tending to you and allowing his sister to watch Akemi for four days your heat was there.

➵ She was ecstatic to hear the news of you guys trying and jumped at every opportunity to babysit for you guys.

➵ “It’s not really a pop, but whatever you say, Daddy.” You laughed, stepping out of the bathroom, thin stick in your hands. Toru watched you expectantly, turning Akemi to look at you too.

➵ “Ma!” Akemi preened, holding your cheeks with her small chubby hands when your nose rubbed against hers.

➵ You crouched in front of her, holding Toru’s knees with your hands before smiling up at him.

➵ “Hope your ready to go through those nine months again.” You chuckled, Toru nearly squealing with delight as he brought you into a hug, Akemi squished carefully between you two.

➵ “Ma!”

➵ “Ma- Oh my god- I’m gonna be a dad again ‘Kemi! Focus on me!”

➵ “Ma!”

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➵ You knew you married Toru Oikawa for a good reason.

➵ Yes, he could be an asshole.

➵ Yes, he could be the most annoying person you would ever meet.

➵ Yes, he sometimes cared too much for volleyball and-

➵ You had a point. What was it?

➵ Oh- Toru was an amazing husband through and through, despite all his flaws. He cared deeply for you, for your daughter, for your new baby (You decided to keep the gender a surprise to piss of Mattsun and Hanamaki who had a current running bet on what it would be).

➵ Every inch of his being, both alpha and not, was dedicated to your family. He was just as doting during this pregnancy as he was the last, making you purr in delight. He never wasted an opportunity to run out and grab whatever you were craving. He was even teaching Akemi to help.

➵ She’d waddle around after you—making you watch where you are going 24/7—picking up anything you dropped and giving it the extra foot and a half that would make your life so much easier.

➵ She picked out blankets and onesies and pacifiers, everything you would need she had a say in. And maybe it was another Blood Oikawa thing, but she had great taste.

➵ There was a small running duckling theme in the new nursery, which was painted a pale grey, most of which was coordinated by…You guessed it.

➵ Oikawa and Akemi.

➵For being twenty- almost twenty-one - months (A year and eight months), she was incredibly clever and smart for her age. That was all you though.

➵ No way was Toru ‘hit it till it breaks’ Oikawa the smart one in your relationship. (I live to bully this man I’m so sorry).

➵ When the first signs of labour (I’ve waited for this moment. To write about labour, as I see it done wrong all the time and as a Bio 30 student it hurts) showed up, you two began making plans to slowly prep yourself for the delivery of your new baby.

➵ Oikawa called up his sister, who screeched—loudly into his ear when he told her about your first contractions—before agreeing to come over in case they drastically increased. You re-packed and double checked your hospital bag, making sure you had everything you didn’t during your first trip.

➵ And you even packed Akemi her own bag for when her aunt would drop her off to meet her new sibling. She was just as excited to meet them as you were and was constantly handing you things she would later ‘gift’ to her sibling (These included a multitude of…art that was labeled 2 bb in the cutest, but messiest scribbles you’ve ever seen).

➵ You had to explain that when her sibling got back from the hospital, she could give them all the art she wanted as it would not all fit into the bag. She understood, watching you pack a change of clothes and pull ups for her.

➵ She would waddle after you as you and Toru would slowly walk up and down the hallways to try and ease the pain, which was more uncomfortable than painful really.

➵ Coos left both of you when she tied to hold onto your leg like Toru was, looking up to you with wide eyes brimmed with tears.

➵ When active labour kicked in, she cried, hugging you both before you left. Akemi made sure to pat your belly at least one more time before waving you off, watching you both leave.

➵ Toru was amazing the whole time, purring to you and letting you crush his hand (Yes. It was his spiking hand as he was going on paternity leave and had the time to heal. Plus, nothing would ever top his family).

➵ When it came time to push, he was encouraging in every sense of the word, coaching you through the entire thing.

➵ He brushed off every snap you sent his way, every angry word and vile insult spat his way. He didn’t know what you were going through, just that it was painful and taxing on every part of your being.

➵ Mentally, physically, and he was not about to start a fight with you.

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➵ When your son was finally handed to Toru, he cried. He’s cried a lot in his life, most in front of you, but he would always cry when it came to his family.

➵ His son was just as small as Akemi was when she was born, but just as precious.

➵ His face was squishy and chubby—and cone shaped—but he was adorable and you both absolutely loved him.

➵ When Akemi got to meet him, she also cried. She loved her brother the moment they met, which you and Toru were forever grateful for, and would refuse to go more then ten feet away from him.

➵ You ended up naming him Hiroshi, which Akemi had been trying to pronounce for as long as she’d known it.

➵ Your little family was beautiful, and Toru was thankful for you, giving him his two bundles of absolute joy, and your love.

➵ He was entranced with you from the moment he met you and never knew his life would lead to this. He wouldn’t change it even if he had the chance.

➵ In case you were wondering, your son ended up looking exactly like his sister and your husband. Seems the Oikawa genes run long and true.

#alpha/beta/omega #alpha oikawa #alpha/beta/omega AU #alpha/beta/omega verse #A/B/O verse #a/b/o #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu omegaverse #a/b/o haikyuu #alpha toru #alpha toru oikawa #alpha toru oikawa x omega reader #alpha oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #custard writes #this is so wholesome #dad! Oikawa x Mom! Reader

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Fangs//i bet you're real sweet with her

Request: You my friend are the queeen 👑 of songfics. Any chance you would want to write a fic for the song Bitter by Fletcher? With any of my boys Malachai/Reggie/Fangs/Pea you can choose 😘

hey! brit! @wayward-river this is for you, my love! enjoy! also, this is the last request i have! i did it!! well done me!! requests will be open soon, so keep your eyes peeled!

The world may have moved on and evolved, but when you’re stuck in Riverdale, it feels like you’re still in the same unknown decade, no matter how long you stay for.

Four years after graduation, you’re still waiting tables at Pop’s, despite the rest of your friends moving on. The only people left behind is you, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs. But what was once known the four musketeers, now has a huge divide between them.

You still talk to Toni, but she talks more with Fangs. You and Fangs don’t talk to each other anymore due to a very messy ending of an almost six year relationship. Sweet Pea and Fangs only really talk to each other when they have to. Sweet Pea’s pissed because of what Fangs did to you, despite you telling him that you don’t want to be the reason they fall out, but he still sticks by your side. And Fangs is pissed at him for taking your side.

Toni and Sweet Pea are still close but not as much as they used to be. The only plus side is the fact that you and Sweet Pea are closer than before, but that comes at a cost, because he’s stuck in between the messiest breakup in Riverdale history, and there’s nothing he can really do except sit and listen to you complain.

Not that he minds though, as long as you keep giving him secret staff discount on his food, he’s fine listening to you mope about Fangs.

“I just-” You sigh, your head dropping to rest on the table. The clock ticks above you and you can feel some of the other waitresses glaring at you, as they will time to move quicker so they can have their own breaks. “Do you know when you’re on the outside of an inside joke? And everyone else knows it but you have no idea what they’re talking about and it makes you feel really lonely.”

“Lime.” He chuckles and you stare at him confused. “Sorry, you weren’t there.”

“That doesn’t help Sweet Pea.” You slump in the stool and stare out of the coffee machine.

In the reflection you see a group of teenagers sat at the far end of the diner and you’re taken back to when that used to be you. You and the rest of the serpents would sit for hours, just talking and eating. Now those days are far gone, the only time you would ever be in the same place as Fangs would be to fight him.

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt.” An older woman invades your thoughts and casts a shadow over you. You pull your gaze away from the shiny metal and stare up at her. “I really wanted Coke but you guys only seem to have Pepsi.”

“I’m on my break sorry.” You force a smile. The rehearsed customer service voice coming out naturally. “But I’m sure one of my colleagues would be more than happy to help.” You add and point to the various members of staff trying to look busy. You glare at the newest member, Emma, who has the coldest eyes and fakest smile you have ever seen. She’s been a pain in your ass since she got here, and she hasn’t stopped since. You’re just hoping the new girl starting today is going to be a lot nicer.

“Ughhh.” You groan and lean your head on the counter again. “I just remembered I’m training a new girl today.”

“I thought you’d just done that.”

“I have.” You grumble and look up at him. “But because I’m the most experienced member of staff, apparently it’s also my job to make sure they don’t put tea in the coffee machine and to keep the condiments separate.” You add and fiddle with the salt packet lying in front of you.

“Well, I’m gonna be here for a little bit longer. I don’t start till three, so I can keep you company.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “Where are you going today?”

“Just to Greendale and back.”

“Come round when you finish...we can drink what will be left of the night away.”

“Deal.” He smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sweet Pea’s phone lights up beside you and you peer over his arm to see who it is.

“Don’t bother.” You say when he reaches for it. “It’s just your mom.” You add when he looks at you confused and his face soon falls.

“Oh.” He grumbles. “I told her to leave me alone.”

“I’m sure she’ll get the message soon.” You try your best to sound convincing. But you’ve been repeating that sentence for seven years and she still doesn’t seem to get it. No matter how many times Sweet Pea tells her that he’s better off without her.

For a while you thought it had worked. Nobody had heard from her in almost 6 months, but then she popped back up and ruined the progress that Sweet Pea had been making of having a stable life.

“And if not. I’ll make sure she does.” You add making him snort a laugh. A soft smile twitches at your own lips as you watch him laugh and then shove a few fries in his mouth. Your hand reaches out to steal some but he catches it and shoves you away making you pout. “Hey! Technically I paid for those. The least you can do is share.”

“What?” He asks through a mouthful of food and you pull a face. “I can’t hear you over the chewing.” He adds and shoves the rest of them in his mouth.

“You’re disgusting.” You shake you head making him laugh loudly. For a good minute, everything feels normal. It feels like you’re just sat with your friend and praying for time to slow down so you don’t have to go back to work.

But eventually time does catch up with you, and as soon as the clock strikes quarter past you have to haul yourself back up, grab your rag and get on. The song on the jukebox flips and you’re suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia.

The opening notes float through the air, and all of sudden you can see you and Fangs dancing right in front of you.

3am in December during a snowstorm. The worst Riverdale had seen for years and the two of you were hiding in the warmth of Pop’s until it went away. You were the only ones in and so Fangs decided to make the most out of the empty diner, and the two of you danced stupidity around the entire place, much to the amusement of the very bored and very tired workers.

Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a shaky breath before fiddling with your fingers.

“Y/n?” Sweet Pea asks. “You okay?” You nod and Sweet Pea stares back at you. Your shiny eyes and wobbly lip really doesn’t help your case of ‘i’m over it!’, but for now he decides to leave it. In the three months since you broke up, you’ve already cried more times than he can count, and that’s just at work. He doesn’t want to see you cry again. If he had his way, you’d never cry again. Not ever.

“I’m fine. I know you think I’m stupid but it’s just how I feel.” You shrug and his expression softens. He grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away and you look at your intwined fingers.

“I have never once thought you were stupid.” He says seriously and you swallow thickly. “Well, apart from the time I dared you to steal FP’s bike and you actually did it.” He adds, the atmosphere being too serious for the two of you.

“I never got caught though.” You point your pen at him, a smile curling the corners of your lips and Sweet Pea smiles back at you.

“It was still stupid.” He replies and you roll your eyes.

“Hey, Pea?” You ask. “Do you know if Fangs is with anybody. I just, I can’t shake the feeling that somebody else is in my shoes right now. You know, doing all of the stuff we used to do.”

“I don’t think so.” He shrugs and you nod slowly.

“Good.” You nod and hold your head higher. “I’m the best he’s ever going to have anyway.” You add making him chuckle.

“Very true.” He laughs. “Y/n? Do you think you might be-I dunno, maybe just a bit bi-”

“I’m not bitter.” You defend and he sends you a look.

“Sure you’re not.” He sips his coffee. “You are dressed in yellow though. And what fruit is yellow?”

“A le-”

“A lemon!” He interrupts, a stupid grin taking over his expression as waits for you to answer.

“Okay.” You nod and grab your notepad from the table. “I’m walking away now. There you go Emma, you can sneak out the back to text a man that is definitely not your husband.

“Oh, hi.” Someone taps your shoulder as you’re walking away making you quickly spin around. The girls almost walks into you and a string of apologies fall from her mouth as she quickly looks around to make sure no one saw.

Her brown hair stops at her waist and curls a little bit near the end. Her bright blue eyes sparkle under the florescent lighting, and her pink lips curl into a nervous smile as she looks around. You glance at Sweet Pea and roll your eyes when you see him not so subtly checking her out.

“Can I help?” You ask and she quickly looks back at you, a bright red blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Yes. Hi, sorry. I’m Olivia. I start today.” She says and sticks her hand out in front of you. You shake it and send a glare to Sweet Pea who is still checking her out and he rolls his eyes at you before scrolling through his phone.

“Lovely to meet you Olivia.” You smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you the ropes.”

“I would so not mind seeing either of you with ropes.” Sweet Pea mumbles and you grit your teeth.

“Would you excuse me for just a second?” She nods, eyes wide as she watches you slap Sweet Pea over the head with the rag. He jumps and yelps from the sudden attack before rubbing his head and scowling at you. “Okay, where were we?” You ask, a smile returning to her lips as she just stares at you in disbelief. “It’s fine. We’re friends.” You shrug and walk her to the counter.

“It doesn’t make it okay!” Sweet Pea shouts.

“Do you want your bill yet...your full one?” You add and he slumps back in his seat, his arms crossed in defeat.

“Okay, so do you have any waitressing experience?”

“Yes!” She smiles. “I used to work in a diner like this one back in New York.” She says and your eyes widen at the mention of New York.

“Oh, so you’re an out of towner?” You ask while showing her around. “This is the kitchen. Basically you get an order, you clip it on there and then the food will come through here. The only time we ever really need to go into the kitchen is if there is a mistake or it’s your turn to put the bins out. There’s a rota in the office but I’ll show you that later.”

“Got it.” She nods. “Yeah. I moved here a few months ago. I’ve been trying to find a job since I moved but there’s only so much you can do in a small town.” She explains and you nod knowingly.

“Why would you ever leave New York for Riverdale. Did you get lost or something?” You tease and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I came here just as a little break to get away from the city, and then I met a guy and I haven’t been back.” She says and your eyes widen.

“You stayed for a boy?” You ask in disbelief and she nods, with an embarrassed smile. “Wow.” You add. “This is the main eating area as you can see. We all have our sections, again, the rota, but you’ll be paired with me for today so you won’t need to know where you are until your next shift. And be warned, if you see him-” You point at Sweet Pea and he waves in return. “Ignore everything he says.” You finish and his face falls.

“I’m gonna stop keeping you company if you’re not careful.” He huffs and you roll your eyes.

“How else are you going to spend your free time if not here?” He shrugs and spins around the chair. When you had more friends, you used to need a booth to fit all of you in and even then you had to steal chairs from other tables. Now Sweet Pea just sits on the stools by the till so he can chat to you.

Sometimes when it’s late and you’re nearing the end of a long shift, you’re sure you can see the ghosts of past versions of yourselves sat in the corner booth. Their laugher filling the air and reminding you of a happier time.

“You guys are a cute couple.” Olivia coos and you and Sweet Pea stare at each other in disgust.

“We are not a couple.” You say quickly and distance yourself away from him.

“You would be lucky to be called my girlfriend.” He says and making you laugh.

“Yeah, I’m really missing out.” You reply. “We’re not a couple.” You repeat, looking at Olivia this time and she nods while trying to suppress a smile.

“Got it. Not a couple.”

“Anyway, tell us about this man that seemingly turned your world upside down.”

“He’s amazing!” She starts and you suddenly start to regret asking. This is definitely not going to help the ever growing feeling that you’re going to be alone forever. “He recently got a new job as a truck driver. At the minute he’s just doing to make some money, but it’s not what he wants to do. And he got a new little flat with his friend and it’s great. He’s an amazing cook...like the best. And he’s so handsome. Sometimes I look at him and I seriously wonder if he was crafted by God himself. He is that good, he has made me believe in God.”

“...wow.” You choke a little.

“Yeah...wow.” Sweet Pea adds and the two of you share an impressed look. She chuckles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“He sounds sweet.” You smile and a blush creeps up her neck as she fiddles with her apron. “Who is he? Maybe I know him.”

“Fangs. Fangs Fogarty.” She replies and your jaw drops. The cup in your hand wobbles and you scramble to catch it before it smashes on the floor. Olivia quickly moves forward to help you, but you stand up before she has the chance and she’s left awkwardly standing just a bit too close to you.

Sweet Pea coughs and coffee dribbles down his chin, making both of you look at him and he forces a smile until Olivia is called away. You and Sweet Pea stare at each other for a few seconds, your eyes wide and jaws slack and then you both start an incoherent flow of words as you try and figure out what the hell is going on.

“I thought you said Fangs wasn’t seeing anyone!” You start and slap him over the head with your rag again. He ducks and catches it, but his face crinkles when he comes in to contact with the soggy fabric and he quickly drops it.

“He said he wasn’t!” He argues. “I asked him the other day if he was seeing anyone and he said no. It’s not my fault he lied.” He adds and you huff at him, crossing your arms while staring at the door.

From your peripheral, you watch him roll his eyes and sigh before mumbling a quiet sorry.

“It’s fine.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault.” The two of you watch her make her wander around the restaurant and talking to a few of the other servers, the smile never leaving her lips and a scowl slowly makes its way onto your own. “If I were her I would start packing my bags already because we all know Fangs does not do commitment. It doesn’t matter if its two months or six years, one day he will just up and leave, turning your whole life upside down because he’s a selfish di-”

“Okayyyy.” He says and grabs your arm pulling you over the counter. “Y/n, listen to me.” He grabs your cheeks. “You have got to pull yourself together. One. you are much hotter than her. Seriously, I only checked her out once and that was when she first got here. But I check you out literally every time you walk into a room.”

“Than-”

“Two. Now that it’s official that Fangs has moved on, it means that you can too and you don’t look like the bad person because he did it first. So Friday night, you’re going to get dressed up and then we’re gonna go to Greendale and go to that club, Brightstars and then you’re gonna get bu-”

“You don’t need to finish that sentence.” You reply and he nods proudly before letting go. You drop back onto the floor and smooth your uniform out.

It’s fine, you got this. You can be the bigger person and you can put any petty differences aside for an easy working environment. Fangs has already ruined enough of your life, he doesn’t need to ruin this to.

Apparently he does though, because not two seconds after you’ve had that life-altering thought, does he walk through the doors of Pop’s. The bell rings to announce his presence and everyone turns to look at him.

Sweet Pea buries his head in a menu, despite having already eaten. You frantically look around the place to try and find somewhere to hide, but instead you just watch as Olivia’s face lights up as she greets her boyfriend. The two of them kiss, his hands grip her waist and there is far too much tongue involved to be doing it in public.

Before you can stop yourself, a disgusted expression has already settled on your face and when Olivia turns around to introduce you to him, you try your best to smile through it.

“Do you guys know each other?” She asks while leading him over to the counter. Sweet Pea shuffles further away and grabs another menu to cover his face. You mumble a few curse words at him and vow than the next break you’re not just going to hit him with the rag, you’re going to choke him with it before you muster the politest smile you possibly can.

“Yeah. We went to school together!” You say before Fangs can say anything. He looks at you surprised and you narrow your eyes at him before looking back at Olivia. “We all did. Didn’t we Pea.” You add and snatch the menu’s from him.

He sits up straighter, forcing an awkward smile before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, we-er. We used to hang out.” He adds and Olivia looks at Fangs surprised.

“You never mentioned a Y/n and a-”

“Sweet Pea.” He says and you grab the empty plate and glass from in front of him.

“Wait, is it because they’re friends with that crazy ex you told me about?” She wonders and you freeze. You raise an eyebrow at him and he gulps. “Fangs used to date this girl and they were together for a really long time, but then he broke up with her because well, I guess he just wanted other things. She was crying and begging him to stay and it was a whole mess. Funny story we met when he was throwing away all her old furniture. I asked him what the smoke was about and he told me he was just burning some bad memories.” She laughs and the glass breaks under your grip. The noise causes you all to jump and suddenly it’s all too much.

Tears spring to your eyes and you quickly dump the apron on the counter.

“I’m gonna go clean this, can you cover for me Pea?” You ask and he stands, his face full of concern as he watches you disappear out the back.

Olivia grabs a dustpan and brush and starts cleaning up while Fangs just stares at the floor. Guilt burrows further into his chest as he stares at the broken glass and his new girlfriend cleaning it up.

“I didn’t mean to upset her.” She says. “Where they friends or something?” She asks and Sweet Pea shrugs.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sends Fangs a glare.

“I’ll go see if she’s okay.” He says suddenly and Sweet Pea’s glare only worsens.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He asks.

“Nope.” He takes a deep breath before following you through the kitchen and into the office. The door swings open and you sigh, too busy trying to pick glass from your hand to look up at it.

“I’m fine Sweet Pea. Could you just pass me the first aid box?”

“Here.” Fangs says and you quickly look up, your eyes widen at the dark haired boy standing in front of you. They soon darken once you snatch the box from him and place it on the desk.

“What do you want Fangs?”

“I’m sorry.” He kneels in front of you, forcing you to look at him. The already small office feels suddenly a lot smaller once you look into his eyes and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe.

“For what? For breaking my heart, betraying my trust or for telling your new girlfriend, which you found after just a month, that I’m somehow the bad guy in this story?”

“Ye-”

“You know what Fangs.” You stand and slam the box on the table. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about you or your new life or how sorry you are. I don’t give a fuck.” You shout and back him into a corner.

His eyes drop to your lips and your breath hitches under his stare. Was he really thinking about kissing you after everything? But even worse, were you really thinking about letting him? His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him and your lips ghost over his own.

“Do you think about me when you kiss her?” You whisper in his ear and he nods slowly. “Do you think she can taste me when you kiss her?” You add and his eyes flutter closed. The grip on your hips tighten and he leans in, but the door swings open and he quickly jumps away from you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Olivia apologises awkwardly. “Are you guys okay?”

“Just arguing.” You reply and force a smile. “We’re good now though aren’t we Fangs?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Just fine.”

“Come on Olivia. Tell your boyfriend to get out because we have work to do.” You say and smile at the two of them. They share a look and a short kiss before Fangs disappears back through the kitchen.

You follow closely and watch from the kitchen door as he looks back one last time before leaving. Olivia forces a tight lipped smile at you before busying herself with cleaning some of the booths down.

“Sweet Pea?” You ask and he hums in reply. “You’re right...I am bitter.”

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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two tails | reader x minho |

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Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, meet cute scenarios, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language

Word count: 3.9k

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO

homebody noun

: one whose life centers around the home.

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Grocery stores are a cursed place. Horrible. You might have guessed that if there were to be a special layer of hell to be reserved for you (which you sure as hell wished there wasn’t) it would likely be a grocery store.

Firstly, they are one of the messiest places that you could ever experience. Have you seen the ways that those beige-y grey floors get caked with dirt and smudges from who knows what? Have you seen the dirt and grime that hides under those produce shelves? Secondly, why is it that everyone always feels the need to get so close to eachother crammed in those isles? Why is it that you have to do that awkward shuffle when your cart and someone else’s cart gets in each other’s way and you have to do the “no you go first” and “no, you go first.”

You prayed that you had been good enough in this life to escape some kind of grocery-store induced hellscape.

Partly it was Bomi’s fault. Temperamental nuisance. Three days into her newest bag of cat food and she suddenly decided to go on a hunger strike. The internet had told you that perhaps she just didn’t like the flavor. Little did the internet know that you had nearly already tried every other flavor there was, even the expensive ones.

You stared down to your crinkled up list filled with the ramblings of an attempted grocery list and other absentminded doodles.

DONT FORGET STUPID NEW CAT FOOD

Under the reminder, you had drawn an angry little cat face with Bomi’s characteristic calico facial splotches.

“Damn cat. You’re lucky that I still love you.” You uttered under your breath.

The wheels of your cart screeched as you turned the corner into the pet isle. Of course, you were the lucky one that had to pick the cart that had only three functioning wheels and whined like your mother over the phone. You cringed to yourself, bearing through the sound and the two glances from a mother and her child throwing an obscenely large bag of dog food into their totally normal cart.

You didn’t need to, but you mouthed a tiny “sorry” to them as you passed them.

The tall metal racks appeared to touch those flickering fluorescent lights above them as you perused them, glancing over all of the brands which you had undoubtedly purchased one time or the other.

Tuna, salmon, tuna and salmon, tuna and veggies, salmon and veggies...

What would it be that Bomi would tolerate this time? Was it grains that she didn’t like? Wet food?

Merely looking at the prices for the canned cat food sprung such a headache that you wished you hadn’t looked at them at all. But, if it was what your princess would eat...

On the highest shelf, your gaze caught a brand that you hadn’t seen before, so you summoned your strength to stand on your tip-toes, stretching up your arm as far as you possibly could, teetering just a little...

“Al...most--”

“Here, I can get that, let me just--”

“--Oh no, it’s fine, I can reach it, thank you--”

“--It’s alright, I’ve almost got it...”

His elegant fingers got tangled up with yours. Had your determination been any weaker, he would have snatched it up all himself, but...

He chuckled a little. “Are you sure?”

You turned your head to affirm, “Positiv--Minho?”

“Y/n?”

You had finally had the little can in your grasp, only to feel it slip out of your fingers in your shock.

The terrible sound of the aluminum can hitting Minho’s head and glasses bonked between your fumbling arms, working just too slow.

“Ssss-OW!”

Minho’s hand went immediately to rub at the top of his head with eyes tightly shut.

“Oh my god!!! Are you okay?”

Instinctually you swooped in to see if any harm had been done.

“Ah-I’m fine, don’t--I’m fine.”

Your neighbor patted down his head, trying to craft a smile for you under his painfully crossed brows.

“Are you sure? I-I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid and clumsy, don’t you think that you have a concussion or something?”

He laughed out a sharp chuckle, then winced at what the action did to his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure about that?” If he could have heard, he would have noticed your heart anxiously beating at a hundred times per second.

“It’s okay, really, I’ve had worse things thrown at my head.”

“What the hell could be worse???”

“You don’t want to know.” He maintained his hopeful grin.

Even after being assaulted by cat food, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered.

“Oh! Your glasses!! Where did those go??”

Frantically, you spun around, shoving your cart aside with another startling screee. Quickly you found them nearest the bird seed.

“Here. Here you go, I hope that they’re not broken.”

“Mm-doesn’t look like it.” Minho inspected them.

“Oh thank God.”

He huffed out one more little scoff-sounding laugh. “At least you’ve got the cat food that you wanted now.

“Yeah, but at what cost?”

“I said don’t worry about me.”

Minho fluffed his hair back into place, likely hiding another rub to his throbbing head.

What even does one say to someone who you nearly wrecked with cat food?

“You uhh--what are you doing here?”

“The same as you, getting cat food.” Minho snatched a bag of food from a lower shelf. “With three mouths to feed you tend to run out pretty fast.”

“Oh! I-uh...can imagine.”

“Weird shopping here like I live here now...never thought that would happen. I’m still getting used to everything around here; never knew that I would end up back living with my mom...and at my age.”

“Don’t-don’t feel bad! It’s a nice area around here! At least I think, and it’s a... nice grocery store...”

You did not think that it was a nice grocery store, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Minho smiled back at you warmly, just as he had done back on your doorstep, tabby cat in his arms. You had wanted to see it again.

“-Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around here more often too then.” He took the cat food can--his ex-assailant-- to drop into your cart.

“I guess so...and sorry, again.”

“Really don’t worry about it!” Minho rolled up his hands into little sweater paws on the handle of his cart. “I’ll see you later then.”

“See...you...”

Your words trailed behind him, seeing as he had already started wheeling away. As soon as he was out of an earshot, you cursed yourself out terribly--another habit you had developed since living alone; you really were your only company.

“God, Oh god. Now he thinks that I’m a recluse and a wreck, oh god--”

“--Hey! Watch where you’re going!!”

An old man with a newsboy cap griped before you nearly collided with him and his cart full of diet sodas.

“Sorry!! I’m so sorry!” You bowed profusely in apology while removing yourself from the isle as fast as you could.

Grocery stores really were your own kind of personal hell.

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The cold metal of the bus stop sign dissolved into your sweating forehead while you watched the springtime sunset fade out before you. It really was pretty, and it was just enough to distract you from how weighed down your backpack and numerous reusable bags felt. Had your hands been free, you would have taken a picture.

What time is it even?

Your watch was restricted by the number of straps around your wrists. Sometimes stepping outside of your home and onto the sidewalk was draining enough to make you feel like scurrying back inside. Big trips like this however, had you falling asleep in those uncomfy plastic chairs in (also) disgustingly messy buses.

To your right, you heard the usual hum of the number 10 bus wheel up.

“Wait! Wait!! Hold the bus!!”

Hurried footsteps came patting behind you, followed with shallow running breaths.

Hair bopping and cardigan flopping a little like wings behind him, Minho sprinted to the doors.

“Take a seat ma’am.” The bust driver snapped you out of your embarrassment over seeing him one more time than you would have liked.

“Ah-sorry, I will.”

You shuffled your way near back of the bus and attempted to hide your face behind your bags decorated with none other than flowers and cartoon cats.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.” You chanted under your breath while your neighbor looked for a seat.

“Y/n? Heh, I just keeping running into you don’t I?”

“Minho!!!!” You piped, just a little too animatedly. “Huh! Didn’t figure I would see you here...too...”

Minho slid into the booth across from you. “I mean, it makes sense, we’re going to the same place basically.”

“Don’t you...have a car or something?”

“I do, but I figured that the grocery store was close enough, although, I didn’t really factor in how all of this would weigh a ton.”

“Hm, I never really do as well.”

A pair of older lades glared over at the two of you, clearly displeased that you were disrupting their peaceful bus ride. Minho cowered under their piercing and aged brown eyes, then stealthily slid into the seat next to you.

His washed out jeans brushed up against your leggings, and you felt your hairs stand on end. If there was someone out there who decided if you went to a hellscape grocery store, they must have also been able to mask the smell of your sweat. You hoped that they were listening to your pleading requests.

“It’s a really a nice evening isn’t it?”

Minho peered out your window at the little shops and bustling streets beside you. The sidewalks were decorated with little skinny trees here and there which had just started to bloom with the buds of leaves and flowers. There was a peaceful air about the scene that reminded everyone that the cold would soon be gone for good, and the sky swirled into pinks and purples.

“Oh! Yes, yes it is.”

You tried your best to ignore the fact he was leaning into you slightly.

“So. What else do you do besides be a cat parent and a part-time chucker of canned goods?”

You wanted to crawl in a hole once you saw his adorable grin once more. “I-I have a job, a couple actually.”

“A couple? And what are they?”

“I teach online college courses in creative writing and English.” your glasses fell a little down your nose bridge, so you adjusted them accordingly, “I also edit for a small publishing company--but that’s more of a side thing.”

“That’s...a lot of writing and things like that.”

“Well, it’s what I went to school for, and, I don’t mind...although my mother--”

“--Have you written anything yourself? Anything that I could read?”

You felt your cheeks set ablaze with heat. “You?! Oh no no no no.”

“What?” A mischievous grin overtook Minho’s adorable one. “Do you write provocative content?”

“No! I do not!” Your tone turned more defensive than you had intended.

“Well, what do you write? Even if you did write that kind of stuff, I wouldn’t mind. Provocative contents are trendy these days.”

“I didn’t even say that I write in the first place!”

“I just assumed seeing as you seem to do other things in this field...so, what do you write?”

“It’s embarrassing, and I don’t owe you the knowledge!!”

Minho reached over your fuming body to pull at the bus cord, letting out the little stop requested tune.

“What is it that you do then?”

“Something boring and business-y that you wouldn’t care to know about. It’s definitely not as interesting as what you do I’m sure.”

Your neighbor gathered up his bags while the bus slowed to the stop.

“You coming?”

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[19:07]

me: seung, i’m such a fool. you will not believe

seungmo: should I even guess? what? Bomi yack during your online lecture again?

me: no, worse.

seungmo: i’m listening.

i guess i don’t really have a choice though don’t I?

you’re just gonna tell me anyway aren’t you?

The cat in question purred in your lap, permitting you your usual one hour of cat-attention a day like she would during the evenings. After your day of embarrassment, you had hunkered down on your favorite place on the couch, swaddled in blankets with the TV playing some nature show that you had been trying to pay attention to. Somehow, the thought that Minho living just doors away made it all seem even worse; you were bound to see him again.

You bit your lip and started tapping away at your phone screen, regaling the entire tale to your best friend--who frankly had enough of your awkward “you-isms.” However, no matter how socially insecure you were, Seungmin appeared to stick by you. In fact, it was one of your “you-isms” that had brought the two of you together.

Four years ago at that pet shelter where you had got Bomi, Seungmin was there too looking for a dog. It was Bomi’s skittish self that leapt out of her cage and into Seungmin’s arms when his dog started barking. Bomi had nearly destroyed Seungmin’s sweater by the way that she had clawed into him. Of course, you took her crime upon yourself and insisted on buying him a new sweater. After an exchange of phone numbers, he hadn’t gotten bored of you yet. Bomi had always liked him more than you--the traitor.

[19:18]

me: ...and then he showed up on the bus, just as I had thought that I had escaped, and then started berating me about what I do for a living.

seungmo: are you sure he wasn’t just asking questions, NOT berating?

me: it felt like it.

seungmo: and why are you telling me all of this?

me: bc I wanted you to give me some comfort?? or reassurance?? isn’t that what friends do?

seungmo: what do you want me to say? I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing? get over it? stuff like that happens to you all the time y/n, I don’t know why you are making such a big teal of it.

*deal of it.

me: wow, you’re being of such help.

seungmo: you’re overthinking it. as always.

me: but i’ll have to SEE HIM again.

Seungmin’s little three writing dots disappeared, and you waited in silent anxiety for what he would say next.

[19:24]

seungmo: you’ve got a crush on him don’t you

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The evening sky had darkened, and you felt the air temperature begin to drop. It wasn’t unbearable however, and you had prepared yourself well with your giant sheep-like blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The cold wire chair that you sat in was undoubtedly pressing shapes into your bare legs crossed up on it, but you never seemed to mind it.

Bomi yowled behind the sliding glass door to your backyard, so you allowed her to exit, making her a much happier cat. The two of you enjoyed these nights together deeply--they almost felt like a brief escape from life. Bomi would sneak around the edges of the fence, sniffing and looking rather suspicious when her green eyes would glow in the light of the house. Your glasses likely looked the same reflecting the light from your computer screen.

You took one more sip of tea, then opened up your internet. A couple clicks, and you found the notification screen on your page.

hearts: 267

shares: 19

comments: 21

Your eyes scanned over the little paragraphs that some of your readers had written for you. It made your heart swell with immense joy seeing the way that they had analyzed and picked apart every little part of your prose and how they would write IN ALL CAPITIAL LETTERS about how excited they were for your next chapter.

I can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m DYING to know what was in that chest!! I really hope that Bomi can trust Davers. He just seems a little shady to me >////<

YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS. The fact that Bomi could fight off the dragon while Blaze was confessing his feelings for her??? I could never lollll

P L E A S E protect little Herbie. He’s such a cutie. I wish that hedgehog companions were real, I would take one with me everywhereeeee

N/n, your writing is so so pretty!! I felt like I was right there in the scene with them! The way that you described the enchanted fountain had me drooling ahhh you’re such an inspiration to me as a writer!!!

Blaze fanclub?? i’m trying to see somethin’

“If Blaze were real, I’d be the president of that fanclub.” You laughed out to yourself.

Suddenly, you found you thoughts shifting from your dreamy Blaze to someone much less fictional.

Crushes on boys who were real was much better than one’s who weren’t. It was nice admitting it to yourself at last.

“Ahhhh” You sighed out, doing a little happy dance in your seat, then opened up the chat box to return to the replies.

After responding to as many as you could, you opened up a new chapter.

Chapter 22

Blaze wiped off his sword, stained with the steel blue blood of the dragon, still steaming with heat underfoot. His disheveled deep black trellises were coated in his own sweat but it didn’t make him look any less dashing--per usual.

“Princess Bomi, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Bomi sheathed her own sword, then inspected her wooden shield for any more damage. For a moment, she thought that the claw marks made it look even more beautiful and intimidating.

“Blaze. You know that I can’t talk about romance at a time like this, have you forgotten that the kingdom as stake?”

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Bomi perched at her usual spot in the window, eyes fluttering closed before she would take her nap that would last for nearly the whole afternoon. You would have been lazing with her, but that would have to wait another hour or so: with your newest paycheck, you had decided to deliver some new flowers to yourself for your garden.

The little array was spread out before you: yellow and purple pansies, pink tulips, fuchsia and baby pink peonies, and dainty while lilies of the valley were arranged where you had planned to adorn your front lawn. The aroma of the flowers lingering in the air was enough to make you feel as if you had transported yourself to the very magical gardens that you would be writing about that evening.

A pair of songbirds chittered past, carrying their whistles behind them. For a brief moment, the sun shone directly onto your arms spotted with dirt and filled your whole body with warmth. Nothing was more peaceful than this. You took to work, crackling them out of their plastic pots, and digging at the earth in holes to hold them down. After a while, you felt the dew from the grass start to soak into your work-jeans, but it was a welcome little cool feeling. Next, you popped up to hose them down with your little attachment that made the water cascade like a rain-shower. You admired for a moment how the water would create little rainbows from the spray.

“Ahem, uh-hi there!”

You choked out a gasp before swinging around, aiming the hose like your sword to the startling voice.

“STAY BACK!!’

You pointed the stream directly at them, only in your horror to see your neighbor, trademark cardigan and all, soaking wet from your weapon.

“GOD! That’s cold.”

The fabric hung onto him, adhering to every part of his body which was much more toned than you had expected.

Minho looked absolutely bewildered as the water dripped off his frame with sad little pat pat pats on the concrete sidewalk.

“Oh God. Oh God. Minho, I’m so so sorry. I-I can’t believe that I keep doing this to you--”

You nearly felt like crying, but for fear of embarrassing yourself further, you decided to turn around quickly in search of your rags. They were garden rags, but dry nonetheless.

“Here, here, I-I think that these should help.”

You dabbed at his body, although it was clear that this wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“Stop, stop,” He pushed your hands away. “I just live next door, I’ll live being a little drenched.”

“You realize that's an oxymoron right?” Your nervous hands continued dabbing.

“A what??” Minho kindly laughed at your frantic hands.

“It’s a...writing thing. Sorry...”

“I really need to be careful around you don’t I?”

Your mouth crinkled into a flustered line. “M’sorry.”

“Can you quit apologizing?? Here, I came over to give you these, my mom made some extra side dishes so she wanted me to bring them over to you.”

“Oh.” He handed you the little bundle of Tupperware containers. “Thanks.”

“She also, or--I mean--I wanted to invite you over so that you could meet my cats...and! my mom. My mom too.”

“You want me to come over?”

“I did mention that I wanted to a little while ago didn’t I?”

“Oh! You did...”

“Does next Saturday work? Around 5?”

“I-I can do five.” You brushed your muddied hand across your sweating brow.

Minho scoffed, “You’ve...got something...on your...”

“Oh! Oops.” You tried your best to wipe off the dirt, but you didn’t know you had only made it worse.

Minho squeezed out his soaked sleeve to carefully raise it to your forehead. “Here, like this.”

This close to you, his brown eyes deeply shone with the color of coffee, chocolate, the bark of forest trees after a spring rain, and a million other things that your writer brain could compare them to.

“There. It’s all gone.”

For a moment, you wondered if you really had fantasized him, or if he really was real. For you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was some kind of figment of your imagination: they usually were.

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[1 missed call, Mom, 09:12]

“Y/n are you there? Why is it that you never pick up your phone? I’ve told you so many times that you should pick up when I call. What if it’s an emergency? What if someone’s died?? Nevermind, I wanted to call and tell you my friend’s daughter is getting engaged and I’ve been invited to the bridal party. I think that you should come with. It’ll be good to get you out of that house.

Why is it that you haven’t gotten yourself married yet? You know that you aren’t getting any younger?? Either way, call me back. You’ll need to bring a gift too. Its impolite to show up without a gift.

Ah, I almost forgot. Your brother got a promotion at work; I’m not sure if he’s told you. We’ll be having dinner to celebrate this weekend. Can I count on you to be there?

Also, how is the job search going? Your father has some more connections for you to speak to. You need to take advantage of every one of them. You’re so close to getting something that really matters. I can feel it. Ah, I just feel like you’re wasting away there sitting at that computer with those silly classes. It’s like, barely any contribution at all. You could be making so much more money.

Anyway, call me back once you hear this.

love you sweetie, talk soon.

i know that its tuesday and i said I would publish on mondays shhh just pretend I published this yesterday ooP

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naerysthelonesome · 3 years

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Unravel me, slowly

Thomastair again, because I am experiencing FEELINGS

Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Implied sexual content at the end?

Start of fic:

It'd been a year since that day in the sanctuary. A year since he had first been kissed by, he was pretty certain, the love of his life.

Alastair had then been adamant that he wasn't the right person for Thomas and that they'd never work out, but had since been thoroughly convinced otherwise. They'd bought an apartment together; close enough to Alastair's old place that he could visit Sona and the baby whenever he wished. They'd even "taken in" a couple cats.

Certainly, they were close. They were closer than they'd ever been. By the angle, they were in love! Which is why Thomas couldn't figure out why Alastair was hiding things from him again.

Okay maybe that was an exaggeration. Alastair wasn't keeping secrets or even lying, as far as Thomas was aware. He was just... Being closed off. Again.

He'd come home looking wan and tired, kissed Thomas once on the cheek and gone off to bed. Usually, around this time, he'd pick up one of his books and settle down on the couch with his boyfriend and read. They'd talk about their day, and pet their cats, and be blissfully ignorant of the world for a few hours.

Thomas could guess what was upsetting him, of course. There had been a clave meeting that afternoon; one Thomas had elected to skip in order to help Christopher with another one of his experiments (clave-issued, so it was a valid enough excuse). Charles had attended that meeting, so of course Thomas had assumed it was he who was at fault; as one should.

He'd asked Alastair as much when the latter had woken up a couple hours later, but he only shook his head and walked away to the kitchen.

Fine. If Alastair wanted to be difficult once more, that was okay. Thomas hadn't chosen the easy path, declaring his love for him, deciding to live with him, damning Matthew's "reservations" to hell. He could handle this much.

When his lover returned with, Thomas belatedly noticed, two cups of steaming drink, the taller man was seated on the couch in front of the gently burning fireplace. This was their safe space, where they felt most at home. Maybe here Alastair could be convinced to open up a little.

The dark haired man sat down beside him, close enough so he could reach out and rub the back of his neck slowly. He felt Alastair shiver slightly and sigh, before handing over the coffee and moving away.

Thomas was starting to get a tiny bit offended at his boyfriend constantly pushing him away that day. Then he saw that Alastair was only moving to lean back against the arm rest and prop his legs up on Thomas’ lap. He gave him a relived little smile at that.

Thomas watched Alastair slowly sip his coffee. Normally, he might’ve though about how his skin practically glowed in the firelight, or of how, despite his hair being the messiest it’d seen it in weeks, he still looked like fine-boned, bronzed God, or he might’ve admired the perfect curve of his lips, or his eyes, but there were other, slightly more important things, on his mind right then.

He was unsure of how to initiate the conversation, but knew he’d have to be the one to do so.

“So. How was the meeting?” Straight to the point worked most easily with Alastair, who hated being manipulated in any way.

“So-so”, was the reply, accompanied by a hand seemingly determined to wave the question away.

“Alastair.”

The man being addressed rolled his eyes at the insistent tone, but glanced up at Thomas anyway.

“You need to talk about it.”

“Do I now?” he inquired with a raised brow.

“You know you do. You can’t go back to burying everything deep down again”.

Alastair continued to simply look at him. But Thomas could see the gears turning behind those immovable eyes. He knew Alastair knew he was right.

“Come on”, he coaxed, “Tell me what happened”. He placed the coffee mug on the short table beside himself, and began to rub Alastair’s feet. For good measure.

Alastair made a rude comment in Persian, but finally spoke up.

“It’s been more than a year! …More than a year and he still makes me feel like trash”.

“Charles?” his voice came out tighter than he expected. That man never failed to get on his nerves.

“Who else?” Alastair said, as he tipped his head back. “You’re going to crush my foot if you keep tightening your fist like that”, he added, looking pointedly at his feet.

“Ah sorry!” Thomas immediately loosened his hands around them and began to rub small circles along the soles. “What did he do this time?”

“Hmm… let’s see”. Alastair held up a hand, then started to open up his fingers one-by-one while reciting Charles’ transgressions.

“He was rude, obnoxious, and out of turn”. Thomas slipped his thumbs along the arches of his feet.

“He interrupted and spoke over me, under the unbelievable guise that he had better ideas”. His hands moved to encircle his lover’s slender ankles.

“He uh- he invalidated my opinions. Thomas what are you doing?!” Alastair practically yelped. Thomas had just bent down to place a kiss atop his foot.

“Hmm?” he hummed, kissing the other foot in the same way, “Validating your feet?”

He looked up to see Alastair’s face flushed red. “Should I stop?”

Alastair seemed unable to move. Taking that for the non-answer it was, Thomas continued with his ministrations, although still listening for any signs of protest.

He pushed up the right leg of Alastair’s pant, and began to kiss up his calf, then repeated the action on his other leg.

He looked up to see Alastair still staring at him, eyes wide, mouth open, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What else did he do?”

“Who?” Alastair’s voice was just a breathy whisper. It was only rarely that Thomas made Alastair a stupid mess, and all Thomas wanted to do was get drunk on the feeling. But this wasn’t about him.

“Charles.”

“Oh. AH right! Yes… him. I’m sure he did other things, but do we have to talk about him?”

Thomas repositioned them so Alastair was on his back on the sofa, and the taller man lay between his legs, his face now resting above his torso. Alastair let out a little huff as Thomas began to undo his shirt, flushing even darker.

“Mm no. We can talk about how he made you feel instead.”

Alastair let out a sound that could only be described as a whine at that.

Thomas began to mouth at his hip as he pulled the shirt back bit-by-bit, leaving little kisses all over the skin he revealed. Alastair’s breath was coming out in hitched gasps at this point. Thomas being gentle or loving always seemed to unravel him in ways very little else could.

“Thomas…”

“I love you, Alastair”

“Oh.”

Thomas stopped and looked up at that. “Oh?” “No. No I know. I just-”

“What is it, love?” Thomas used the word on purpose.

“I don’t deserve this”, the words were a soft mumble, but they felt to Thomas louder than a scream.

It’d been a while since Alastair has said things like that, but he knew the words were always lingering just under the surface. His father, and then Charles had made sure of that. Thomas and the other merry thieves hadn’t exactly helped, either.

He needed to let Alastair know that he was loved. He needed him to see that he did deserve this. He deserved everything good and pure and beautiful in the world. He needed to believe he did.

“Oh Alastair…” Thomas said as he tipped his head back down to pepper kisses up his chest, “How could you not deserve this?”

He kissed along his shoulder and felt him shudder under him. “You are good and kind and considerate.

“You have made mistakes, but have tried harder than anyone to remedy them”. Thomas moved his mouth to Alastair’s collarbone.

“I hurt you, Thomas” his voice was soft. So soft.

“And I hurt you back. We were young.” The kisses moved up the column oh his neck, increasing in pressure now.

“Matthew…”

“You did what you thought you had to. What happened next was not your fault”. His lips trailed along a trembling jaw.

“I-”

“Shh…” their lips were aligned now. “It’s been years, and you’ve paid tenfold for what you said or did back then”, he said as he pressed their lips together, “You’re a better person now. We both are”.

Their kisses were growing more desperate now and the words even more so. Alastair was grabbing onto his shoulders as Thomas continued to speak, “You’re one of the best parts of my life Alastair Esfandiyar Carstairs. I love you so much”.

Alastair couldn’t speak, but that was okay. He didn’t to say the words back. Thomas knew.

“You’re beautiful, and you’re good, and you deserve everything, Alastair”.

They lay in each other’s arms for a long time after. Long enough to let things escalate until they could feel and think of nothing but the other.

End.

Wow. That turned out longer than I’d originally planned.

#thomastair #thomastair fanfiction #mild hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #thomastair fluff #body worship #kinda-sorta?#much FLUFF #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #chain of gold #chain of iron #the last hours

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

#trans agent stern #sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly

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full clear vikayne xoxo

hey dove remember that time you sent me a full clear for an ask game that had 90ish questions on it. do u remember that time. this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and i never got it done but i want to debut this beautiful banner you made for them so you get the questions i picked and chose after trying (and failing) to do them all : ' )

1. how did they first meet?

i can't remember if we've talked about this but i like the idea that they just happened to be in the same tavern, locked eyes, and then went. "mhm ok. yeah. mine." i mean AT LEAST i know that's what vika would do : ' )

2. how did they get together?

people are asking not really "how did they get together" but more along the lines of "when will they stop" -dutch. i kid but i am sure it was at least an hour of flirting, making literally everyone else feel like they have stopped mattering. because they did.

3. who kissed who first?

vika! lady knows what she wants. also, who could resist a man going, "kiss me or not if you like, lady graves".

4. what’s the relationship like? smooth? rocky?

i would say it's probably an even mixture of both. there is, of course, the fact that they get along so well because they are so similar in a lot of ways, and then also they are so similar in a lot of ways (lmao). vika is an insufferable minx and can't resist pushing a button once in a while, so i am SURE they see their fair share of turbulence.

5. what do they like the most about each other?

vika likes kayne's charm, his propensity for outfoxing most enemies, and the quickness at which he can unlace her from her corset. if i had to guess, i'd put kayne's favorite things about vika to be her mouth (literally and in the more charming sense) and her willingness to make a man cry.

6. who cleans the most? contrary to that, who is the messiest?

kayne. vika can be tidy, but the woman is a magpie--collects that which is shiny, puts it on display for people to admire. has an extensive wardrobe. likes to make people do things for her. you get the picture

7. who usually cooks?

not to be that person but i would SAY, DOVE, probably neither of them. or, if one of them HAS to cook, it ISN'T vika. not for any reason other than that the first time she cooks for kayne, he would probably say, "you are so lovely, do not ever do that again" and they would just accept she's not cut out for it.

8. who tends to worry the most?

oh, 10000% vika. i mean, kayne's fucking galavanting across the country most of the time; meanwhile, she's doing the safe kind of robbery. you know, the kind that's just stealing shit from drunk men. meanwhile she's got to worry about him like, getting hit by a TRAIN or something. (also, despite his confidence that nothing will go wrong, you must know how little she believes a man capable of not being an idiot).

9. who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

another point for vika. not that she would like, you know, make it obvious, but she does have a tendency to get catty/petty when she's feeling jealous. the girl grew up an orphan scrabbling for survival on the streets of london; the things that she has are very much Hers, non-negotiable.

10. how do they resolve their arguments?

in the bedroom wym

(i would say i am joking but i'm feeling pretty confident that this is true--what better way to resolve an argument than to blow off a little steam am i right ladies & gents)

11. who is the most physically affectionate?

kayne! vika is weird about physical touch outside of like, sex. not like she doesn't enjoy it, but she finds herself withholding it to see if someone is actually interested in her. meanwhile, kayne is very comfortable putting his hands wherever he pleases.

12. who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

i think this would go to vika? she frequently gets nightmares and will usually assuage them by occupying herself otherwise--if kayne's in bed, lots of touching--otherwise reading!

13. who steals the blankets?

vika. it's her right as a woman

14. who gets cold the easiest?

probably also vika. the woman has a DELICATE CONSTITUTION, leave her ALONE

15. who pays for the food the most, when they go out?

i want to say kayne, but i think they'd split this pretty evenly, too. not for any reason than vika would want the novelty of paying for their meal.

16. do they enjoy dancing?

vika does not. nothing beyond like, a little sway back and forth, anyway. she can be coaxed into more by kayne if it's what he wants (with a HEFTY price tag), though.

17. do they ever trade clothes?

if you mean "does vika steal kayne's shirts and lounge in them salaciously across the bed until he pays attention to her", then yes

18. do they ever go swimming together?

what does she look like, a fucking animal? jk. once or twice they've had a romantic little dip, but it's not so much "swimming" as "being horny for each other in a body of moving water".

19. do they ever cook together?

pls refer back to #7 why would you ever leave this woman in charge of anything domestic

20. do they give each other nicknames?

oh, the usual. "my love", "my darling", "i'm going to throttle you" from vika. kayne loves to use pet names on her including (but not limited to) "vicky" when he feels like instigating a fight (aka romp in the sheets).

21. what do they like when going out for food?

WINE. someone get vika some WINE, this woman has been SUFFERING with cowboys!!!! nothing she'd love to do more than split a gorgeous bottle of wine with kayne.

22. do they attend any clubs or formal parties together?

yes! vika loves a good party. she loves a good party full of idiots she can swindle from. and kayne loves taking her to parties and showing her off.

23. who is the big spoon and why?

switches! vika is leggy and long and likes to be the big spoon, sometimes. i do think kayne is big spoon most frequently because she gets so cold and needs to have someone coddle her (baby).

24. what are their morning rituals?

on a normal day, their morning ritual consists of: laying in bed and doing a lot of touching, maybe a bath. kayne will get dressed (and vika will make """gentle"""" """"suggestions""""" on what he should where otherwise) and kayne, ever the Man, the Myth, the Legend, laces her into her corset and does a good job of undoing all of the hard work she put into getting ready for the day because they can't keep their hands off of each other. probably at some point they're able to get out the door, but yknow. hit or miss

25. thoughts on each other’s friends?

LMAOOOOO. i think the question should be their friends' thoughts on THE OTHER. vika cares a lot about the people that kayne cares about, even if she can be a little bad at showing it (sorry she is Wretched and Unyielding). kayne has Opinions(TM) on the van der linde gang and even arthur is not exempt (despite the fact that in some instances, arthur is invited (((frequently))) to join). i am sure kayne has some negative thoughts on dutch specifically and enjoys tormenting him.

26. do either of them have a crazy ex?

i don't know dove DOES HE HAVE A CRAZY EX?

27. is either one confrontational?

i am p sure vika moreso than kayne, though both are loathe to back down from something lmao.

28. who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

kayne. vika likes animals, but she'd never just pick up a dog and bring it home (in this dress? please). she would also probably act like she didn't want it and then be the dog parent that ends up sleeping with the puppy lmao.

#ask games #x: vikayne #i cannot believe how long this has been sitting in my inbox #i only got through 28 questions dove i am SORRY #not even gonna link the question sheet this was for because it's so fucking long ago #oc: kayne o'driscoll #c: vika graves #i can't believe i have done so little with vika and dove still wants to kiss her

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