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ugotcooneycrossed · 1 year

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you belong with me (i belong with you)

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~700

moments of lessi and her girl (you) through the years

a/n: ive been lurking in the woso tags and thought id get back into writing😗 also, please bare with me- i have not written in a long time 😭 and im used to writing chapter fics, not one shots, but i hope i did this justice!

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17.

Alessia is 17 when she realises she’s in love.

She can tell because no one’s ever made her feel the way that you do.

Ella’s the first to know- because she’s Ella.

“Tooney you don’t understand-like I’m actually in love.”

A voice cuts in and Alessia is momentarily taken away from her phone- not hearing Tooney’s reply.

“Oooh with who?”

You grin at her cheekily, cheeks still flushed from practice- Alessia admires the way your eyes sparkle softly- she takes the time, eyes tracing every inch of your face.

“Less?”

You look even cuter now- eyes scrunched, looking at her like she just grew another head.

“Uh- no one! Don’t worry about it!”

“Okay weirdo… wanna go get ice cream with me?”

You grip her arms suddenly, squeezing softly, eyes pleading.

“Please Lessi?”

All Alessia can manage is a nod, before you shoot off again- linking your arms together and Alessia thinks she can die right now.

“So what flavour were you thinking, I’m think-“

“I think I’m in love with you!”

“Oh- I don’t think I’ve tried that before.”

Alessia punches you in the arm and you pout at her rubbing your arm softly.

“Less, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for years now."

18.

“GO LESSI!”

Alessia looks to the side where you sit, decked out in all the UNC gear you’ve stolen from her, every time you visit.

“THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”

Her teammates send her teasing smiles, and make fun of her lovesick face but all she can focus on is the way, you almost fall off the bench you decided to stand on to get a better view.

“IM OKAY!”

19.

It’s the last night of the U-20s world cup.

You’re asleep in Lessi’s arms, and she watches your chest rise and fall softly.

It’s a soft and tender moment that is interrupted by fake gagging.

“You don’t have to stare that hard Less, I’m sure she’s not going to disappear.”

“Shut it Tooney.”

“Seriously Less, it’s sickening to watch- oh I love you- no I love you more- no I love you more- no-“

Alessia is fairly certain she’s never thrown a pillow so hard before.

“Whatever Tooney, I swear I’m going to marry her one day and it’s just going to be worse for you.”

Tooney lets out a loud groan, that earns her another pillow to the face. “Shhhh, you’ll wake her.”

20.

It’s Alessia’s 20th birthday.

There’s a warmth in your chest as you look at your Less, though it might just be the shots you took with her earlier.

She’s stunning- she always is.

It’s much later in the night when you get a moment alone- you brush her hair that sticks to her forehead from sweat back, no doubt from when Tooney dragged her onto the dance floor hours ago.

She smiles a little dopey at you, her natural clumsiness combined with the alcohol have her falling into you every three seconds.

“I loooovee you! I love you sooo much!”

You smile at her as you catch her once again.

“I love you too Lessi.”

21.

It’s late in the night.

You sit with Alessia cuddled protectively into your side- a movie plays in the background, long forgotten as you stare at each other.

“Marry me?”

“Okay.”

With that you go back to the movie- fingers intertwined.

22.

It’s a quiet wedding- you both didn’t want anything too crazy.

It’s hours after the ceremony has ended, after saying farewell to family and friends, loading a very drunk Ella off on Mary, do you finally get a moment alone with your wife.

“I’m so grateful you’re mine. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

23.

“You still like me right?”

Alessia pouts at you- bundle under an endless amount of blankets, nose and cheeks rosy from the cold she’s still fighting, she coughs again, this time right in your face, and you fight the urge to say no.

“Of course, I do pretty girl- in sickness and health, right?”

24.

“Happy anniversary baby! I’ve loved you since I was 15- we’ve been married for only two years, and have known each other for 10, but I feel like I’ve known you my entire life- it feels like I’ve loved you for just as long too. So, I can safely say; you belong with me, and I belong with you.”

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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txtistheloml · 9 months

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pov: husband!yeonjun

a/n: happy birthday my prince 👑<3 i love you unconditionally , to the moon and back 🫶🏻

domestic husband!yeonjun is taking over me @@

warnings: implied afab reader, lots of fluff, mentions of handjob/blowjob(?), slight mention of dacryphilia, mentions oral (fem rec.), mentions of breeding kink and i think thats it !! if i missed out any pls lmk !!

word count: 418

husband!yeonjun who leaves for work early in the morning and only comes back in time for dinner, leaving you to wake up alone, personal heater not around to suffocate you with heat

husband!yeonjun who always gives you a sweet kiss and engulfing you in his arms after coming in through the door, back from work, thanking you for making dinner for him everyday

husband!yeonjun when he does have a day off though, he would have you wrapped up in his arms, refusing to let you go

husband!yeonjun who despite his busy schedule, occasionally plans dates for the two of you to spend time together

husband!yeonjun who loves holding your hand and interlacing your fingers when you guys go out for late night walks

husband!yeonjun who loves interlocking pinkies with you

husband!yeonjun who despite the years you’ve spent together, will argue with you over who chooses the movie on movie nights, not sparing the insults just because you are his pretty wifey

(but to be fair you insult him back too and you guys know yall mean it lovingly)

husband!yeonjun who is very clingy and loving, showering you with never ending affection

husband!yeonjun who would do anything for you, hungry at 2 am in the morning? get dressed and he’ll bring you to food. you protest that its okay and that he’s tired? who’s tired? he doesn’t know of that person. your back is sore? he’ll massage it for you in a heartbeat. you want his attention? you don’t even have to ask twice.

husband!yeonjun who will never tone down his flirting, loves tickling you and definitely loves singing to you

husband!yeonjun who sometimes wakes you up in the morning to help him work away his morning wood just to spend a little more time with you early in the morning, seeing those pretty fingers wrapped around his dick makes his day before going to work

husband!yeonjun who always says it would be an honor to die eating you out, suffocated between your pretty thighs

husband!yeonjun who loves to buy you sets of lingerie, just for him to see and ruin you in it after

husband!yeonjun who always finds a reason to fuck his pretty wife dumb, spewling incoherent sentences and crying all because of his dick

husband!yeonjun who loves the idea of making you a mommy, breeding kink to the max :>

husband!yeonjun who loves you unconditionally, to the moon and back <3

feedback would be appreciated !! (along w likes and reblogs hehe) <3

random fun fact: I wrote this at 2-3am so @@ might be messy/ doesn’t make sense (?)

#happy yeonjun day !!#yeonjun fluff #yeonjun smut #yeonjun headcanons #txt #txt fluff #txt smut #txt headcanons #evelyn’s works ⭐️

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richeeduvie · 2 months

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Saw a vid of a mom asking her husband if he would babysit their daughter (as a prank tehe bc this one influencer made a vid ab how she has to bribe her husband to “babysit” their child and it was v upsetting bc she was just laughing it off :(() anyways the dad was like:

“??? what ru trying to say ¿¿¿ of course I’ll spend quality time with our daughter while ur out, don’t call it babysitting I’m not sitting on no baby 🤬”

He was so angry at the implication he wouldn’t want to take care of his baby for one night, it just gave ROMAN!! He would bite Baby’s head off if she tried to mess w him like this, and then he would bite her leg for trying to leave the house without her life companions. Why can’t he come with you to the spa? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want any services they provide, he is perfectly content to sit on a chair in complete silence and just stare at your face while u get pampered. That IS his preferred self care routine. And the baby? The misty air and soothing aura has her in a deep slumber, her chunky cheeks smooshed into her papas chest she’s securely wrapped against. She’s a perfect little thing, Roman is,,, a scrappy little thing BUT STILL! Baby mommy claims to love him anyway, so why does she want to go alone???

All of this just for Baby to not even have an actual evening away planned 😭 poor woman. She just upset her impish man, and saddened her angel who heard her papas wails of distress “Mama u want to go away 😞?” Stupid Roman when will he learn he can’t go on his tirades anymore, there’s a toddler who roams these halls! Baby pinches him and walks away pissed w her baby, he’s always ruining her fun. He comes to bed an hour later, she makes him grovel but puts him out of his misery because he did in fact book them a weekend getaway to the Hamptons yay! All 3 Roy’s are coming tho bc he’s still her ball and chain.

This took me so long to type and it’s supposed to be a request 😭 my apologies, feel free to change anything and everything you’d like, I gotta go take a test I’ve had all day to complete and pushed to the last minute.

I love when you people write drabbles. I get to be the reader. I get to consume!! And it's always great. I love this!

Babysitter

Roman Roy x Reader blurb - DogandBone!AU

He is her father. Not her fucking babysitter.

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Roman watches your daughter just toddle around. She's perfect. And this is perfect. He's such a father.

He became a father when you had her, yeah. But here - just looking at her, something soft and swallowed in his eyes, it's all the more prominent.

She plays with blocks. Roman watches intently. It makes you warm and you think he's under the sun like this, he's getting red in the face for it. He can't handle her being cute, which at this point, you think that just means your little girl being a little toddler.

"Top blue. No red. Ba ba blue."

It almost breaks away the giddiness of a prank.

Roman's with your baby all the time. You are with your baby all the time. You're with Roman all the time. Safe to say, you think he'll call you an idiot whore for the idea that he's babysitting. That or it'll be meanie. Mean wife.

You smile.

"Roman, I was planning on going out tonight."

"...It's five. I have to get ready? You didn't want to plan on going out tonight yesterday? Look at her, she's not mentally prepared for being outside. Also, fuck the outside. It was smelling like sewage when we came in, but I think it was that guy who looked like his name was Eddie."

"I was just thinking by myself. I didn't make an appointment but I think they can fit me in for a semi-retreat."

Roman looks to the babbling toddler with her blocks. She's very focused on building it high. Then he turns to you.

"Are you sick of me? Fuck you. What did I even do?"

"Nothing. I just felt impulsive for a spa night."

"I didn't even do anything - like actually...nothing? And now you want to go get your feet rubbed by someone else? Whore. Whore Mommy."

"Ba!"

You roll your eyes. You know Roman has to remember that he gets too whiny and puppy-eyed whenever you mention a foot rub you've had from a spa day. You've taken your feet just for him.

"It'll be quick. Maybe a facial. You can babysit her for a bit?"

"I can literally give you a facial. If you make me, I can-"

Roman's shift with his hands, his attempt to convince, humor, and humiliate.

"...What did you just...what the fuck?"

His eyes get sorta squinty. He's riled. You like Roman riled - you can always get him small and defenseless when he goes too far in a defense. But here, in how you try not to laugh, you'll have to know when to settle.

Maybe now with the vein popping in his forehead.

"Daddy go swear. No swear, Daddy. Blocks like when ears are clean."

Her block tower is almost as tall as her. But she's come up to Roman, shaking her head at his bent knee. She's making sure her Daddy hears her.

You swallow when Roman's not bending his anger to his humor. He just squeezes your daughter's chubby little hand.

You don't think the word babysit has sat well with him at all.

"Did you just tell me to fu...did you kinda just tell me to babysit her?"

Yes, you do. It was funnier in the video. But the husband in the video wasn't Roman.

You should know better, you love him too much that you should know better.

"Why Daddy look crazy?"

Roman pinches his nose bridge and swallow again.

"You just piled a cock-load. A massive cock-load of hurt on me. Wow. Okay." He stands. He's gotten so seriously so quickly. "You're mean and you've been snorting my dead dad's blood clot medication or maybe you've had a brain aneurysm because is she not my kid?"

Your daughter, her sweet head looking up to her Daddy, looks just as confused as you.

"I have not left this place and I really didn't want to because she's my kid. It's not babysitting - I'm not a nanny. We agreed on no nannies? I'm a nanny?"

"Roman-"

"Is this your way of telling me I've been secretly cucked and she's not my baby?"

"...M' not baby?"

You and Roman both turn at the softest voice. It's sweet and genuine and so toddler-like. She is too cute and she is just a toddler. A perfect child who bites her fingers.

Then Roman looks sick - and even though you're the dumb one here, it serves him right for making your sweet girl ask the question in the first place.

"No. Honey, you're my baby. I'm not a babysitter. Do I look like I crush babies?"

Roman's voice tightens in a whine. Possessive and defensive. All of him in the small of his throat.

"Mommy just doesn't like us." Roman looks down, feigns a moment of thinking with his the line of his mouth pushing to one side. "Well, what are we gonna do? We just have to let her go away and do a spa day without us. It's just us now. Forever. Sucks for Daddy mostly cause I've always planned suicide for this route but-"

"Roman."

"Mommy?"

"Oh, sweetheart-"

Her tiny, perfect voice breaks. She's more confused than ever and your heart twists.

"Mommy. No go, I don't-I don't-" She looks to Roman. "...You go away? Why?"

She's very soft and shy in her voice, like she always is. Still too kind for a toddler as she gets teary-eye.

You look to Roman, it's easy to show disappointment along your face.

He looks like he's about to vomit watching his daughter.

You bend down.

"No, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Nowhere, okay? I was just joking. Daddy was just joking."

"I don't- I don't know."

"It's okay. Now you do. Mommy's here forever."

She sniffles and unlike her father, she doesn't feign thinking - she thinks really hard. She nods and rubs her cheek against your chest.

"Sorry for crying. But okay." She wraps her arms around you as much as she can. "Daddy, I don't know why you tell that."

Now your little girl is back to a silly voice in questioning.

"Yeah, Daddy. Why did you say all of that? To a little baby girl?"

"...I didn't - Daddy didn't mean..."

Roman's voice fades and breaks.

Well, you've gotten him small this way. You sigh and stand up, taking your daughter with you. You don't think it'll bode well if you try to leave her by skin.

"Jesu-!"

"You love a good nipple pinch."

Roman rubs his nipple with a scrunched face.

"It's my sorry. I'm sorry, Rome - it was a joke. I don't even have any plans. I just wanted to see how much babysitting would fuck with you. And it fucked with you."

And not pinching the other nipple is his punishment.

You hear a little mm on your shoulder. You kiss your daughter's cheek.

"Sorry, baby."

"She's a smart baby, she understands now. No suicide talk, at least.

"...Sorry." Roman just looks to his shirt. You think it's because he can't look to you. "That was like...mean. She's my baby."

"I know. That's why it's a joke. I'm gonna be in the room. Come with your own sorry."

You're almost asleep with your baby in your arms when Roman comes. You don't know he's been swallowing the sickness down while staring into the threads of the couch. Cause he's just the worst fucking Daddy who can't take a joke. That's him. He's a cute, smart sort of guy that everyone should want with the one person he wants being a super hot Mommy-lady. His best friend. But he's also fucking stupid. He should die, maybe?

Roman scratches a digging sort of scratch at the image of his daughter in her almost tears, confused and reaching for her mommy.

He needs a kiss. He needs a kiss right now or he'll die. It feels like it. He can't breathe, stupidly.

Roman comes into the room and monkey cuddles you from behind. He manages to play with her hair. Her asleep, mouth slightly parted like her father when you watch him sleep.

"We'll go to the Hamptons and we can give facials there. Make them creamy. But it's all of us that are going. And you can't leave me. Like. Actually. Not out of my sight. You won't be able to perceive anything but me and our daughter and that means no stupid ideas.

"Roman."

"She's asleep. Also...sorry for being the worst Daddy. I really did mean for my quip to end up putting our baby in tears."

You sigh.

You know he's suffered enough. He's real in his insecurity.

You kiss his forearm and you hear a sharp breath from behind, it moves against your spine.

"You're the best Daddy. It was nothing. She'll make you play floaties with her forever in the pool."

"...Fuck yeah. She will do that. Hopefully, if, you know, I didn't slap trauma on her face at my attempt at humor against a toddler-"

"Roman."

It's not his name that shuts him up, it's just bite to his forearm. It's all the love in your teeth.

"Yeah?"

"We love you."

"I was hoping on that for my will to not throw myself over the timber Brooklyn bridge..."

You feel his cheek press into your back.

"I love you guys too. Tell her I said that if I fall asleep before she wakes up."

You smile against Roman's bitemark. You'll try your best. It's the least you can do after your mess of a joke. Your love in making more small and needy for you after everything never outranks the need for him to know that he is loved.

Roman nuzzles before there's a lick.

"Can do."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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jellyluvr · 1 year

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Hiii!! I love all of ur fics they're fcking amazing!! look i know ur request are closed rn maybe u can do this some day but can i ask for colin zabel x f!reader cute fluff fic where they're spending their time together bc yk colin has been busy solving the cases & barely spend much time w his wife aka the reader hehe just them doing some fun leisure activities like going for a picnic, watch movies, bath together(🤭) etc- i really love colin sm hes my fav so i'd be happy to read one from u🥺 ilyyy u're such a great writer keep it up!!

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Horrible title ik. I have no ideas unlike my incredibly talented friends on here so any of you please lmk if I can dm you for titles because I'm in desperate need of ideas. Anyway, here's some colin fluff!! Also my requests are open. No hardcore shit tho. I'm totes down to write some handjobs tho. Especially some fluffy somno? Jesus my hand is disappearing under the covers 😱 that wasnt funny I apologize in advance

Tw: shower and many many compliments. Also stress? Don't know if that even counts but lmk if I missed any 👍also kinda oc Colin? Idk.

S: colin and you take a shower and colin is very happy.

(I'm gonna stop doing summaries cuz they're so pointless atp)

Also ty anon! I love you so much. Romantically we should honestly get married because I really wouldn't mind 😉😉

Colin sat in his chair, staring infront of him. He looked down at his watch, preparing himself for the time. 12am. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he contemplated his existence. He wanted to go home. He wanted to hug you and cuddle with a blanket.. he wanted sleep. That was his main priority and he really didn't have the time for this case he was working on. He grabbed his coffee cup, standing as he wobbled a bit, letting the blood flow.

He felt a little dizzy, but that wasn't important. What was? Well, he really needed to see you. Desperately.

So, he walked down the hall, running when he knew no one was looking. He ran out the doors, not even caring if his shoulders hurt horribly from him not waiting for the slow automatic doors to open. Once he made it to his car he put the coffee on the roof, unlocking it quickly before hopping in. He grabbed the coffee, setting it in the cup holder before starting his car with the classic ding.

He knew it was gonna be a long ride.

-time skip because I'm not writing all of that

He pulled into the drive way, getting out and making it to the door. He went in, looking around expecting to see you. Usually you always got really excited when he came home. But, as he made his way upstairs he saw you sleeping in the bed they shared. He didn't blame you. He was terribly sleepy himself, so he didn't hesitate to undress and change into more comfy clothes.

He put on a normal tee, grabbing some baggy boxers and slipping them on before sitting on the bed and looking at you for a moment. You looked so pretty like that. With the blueish light shining on your face, the darkness of the room adding a little highlight. He smiled looking at you, his heart thumping slightly. He took a deep breath, laying down next to you and pulling up the covers. He wrapped an arm around you, it being loose as he closed his eyes.

You were still asleep, but he didn't care. He just loved you and sleeping next to such a wonderful woman was a blessing to him. Any man was lucky to even be looked at by you. So, he went to sleep with the thought of you on his mind, just like every other night you two shared.

-next morning

You woke up the morning from colin. Which, it shouldn't have been. He needed to be at the station, but he was just sleeping. Right there next to you. It was 8am, he needed to be at work at 7am. That was the issue, so you obviously woke him up.

He turned over, his eyes droopy and clearly unaware of the situation. He murmured out a "babe?" But you didn't care. Colin was serious about his work. He would've been sad if you didn't push him. That was a fact.

"Colin you're late!" You said, your hands on his shoulders. He took a moment, but then he sprang out of bed and rushed to his closet immediately putting on some pants and a shirt, grabbing his stuff. "Uhh.. what time is it?" He asked, a worried look on his face. You answered quickly, also getting out of bed to get his coffee cup. He loved that coffee cup more than you.

You handed it to him, him giving a grateful nod before leaving cussing to himself. You looked out the window, watching him pull out of the driveway while he scrambled to find something. Probably his phone. But, he eventually found it and left.

Now it was quiet once more... boring too. Sometimes you did wish he didn't have that job but he was passionate about it. He always wanted to do something with his life and you never stopped him.

A breathy sigh left your lips as you sat back down on the bed, quite lonely. All you could do was wait until he got back, so you fell asleep in hopes of seeing him when you woke up.

-another skip, sorry!!

You woke up with some clanking in the kitchen. You got up, rubbing your eyes as you went out to check. But you knew who it was. Colin. He leaned on the counter, mayo and turkey infront of him while he chewed on a sandwich. You smiled at him, going over to hug him.

He hugged you back, still chewing on his sandwich while you kissed him on the cheek.

"How was work?" You asked, getting some bread out of the fridge.

"Horrible." Colin swallowed, turning to you.

"Why?" You were a little surprised but maybe he was just exaggerating like normal. Colin hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifting to the ground.

"Can't say." He let out a sigh, a little smile coming after. That was his usual answer, but you didn't blame him. He was a detective after all. He probably saw horrible things everyday. Today must've been pretty bad. You knew he had seen dead bodies and blood, but whatever it was today must've set him in a pretty bad mood.

"Okay.." you set the slices of bread down, putting mayo and turkey on it before getting some cheese too. Colin was very picky with his food.. but it made him so much more like a cutie.

"Well, you wanna get your mind off it? Maybe a movie or somethin?" You suggested, smiling at him. He looked over at you, then back at his half finished sandwich while he shook his head.

"No." He muttered, sighing. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. I'll talk to you later, babe." He leaned off the counter and took another bite out of his sandwich before walking away. You felt really bad, and once you finished chewing you yelled over at him right before he could close the door.

"Can I join?" You asked, smiling at him while he peeked through the door. He loved you.. he definitely wouldn't mind taking a shower with you.. plus maybe he could have a even better shower. So, he nodded, his face turning pink.

"Uhh.. yeah. Sure." He said, you taking one last bite before trotting over to the door and opening it. Colin turned the water on to the walk in shower, his hand going in it to check the temperature.

He turned his head back, watching you get undressed just like it was the first time he ever saw your body. Without even realizing it he blurted out, "you're beautiful, y/n." He smiled, looking over at you while he finally snapped out of it from the heat of the water. He let out a soft "ow" but he took his hand back, turning around fully to see you smiling. God... he loved that smile.

"Thank you. You look beautiful too." You added emphasis on beautiful to tease him, and he just laughed a little while he saw your body in all of its glory. He couldn't even fathom how much he loved you. How lucky he was to even be in your presence. He watched as you walked to the shower, feeling the water as well before getting in. He followed, pulling down his boxers and stepping in. It was already getting pretty steamy, so he reached for the shampoo above your head before getting some in his hands and washing his hair while he looked down, closing his eyes.

You looked over at him, almost laughing. He just looked so silly doing it, and from your laughing he naturally looked up. He gave you a confused look, but you continued to giggle and it caused him to laugh some too. "What?" He asked, the biggest smile on his face. You just continued to laugh, turning around as you got some shampoo, rubbing it in your head as well. Once you did, Colin began to laugh a little himself, all of his worries washing away along with the bubbles.

It already smelt wonderful, but you grabbed some body wash, starting from the bottom up. Colin watched, washing his body a little too. He was mostly interested in you as he watched your body get covered in soapy bubbles. It made you look so much prettier.

Colin washed off his body while you stood on the other end of the shower, still washing your skin. He was confused why you were taking so long but you were really just trying to overlay the bubbles evenly. Colin wanted to get out, but he waited till you washed off. He now thought to get out, but then you reached for another bottle.

Oh. Conditioner. He knew that.. totally. So he stayed while you put the substance in your hair. His eyes scanned over every curve on your body, making his stomach have some butterflies. He had forgotten how beautiful you were. From the back, that was. He reached over, his hand going to your hair as he helped. You hadn't expected it, but you of course weren't complaining. Why would you?

So, you let Colin's hands stroke through your hair, finally going under the water as he watched your hair turn to silk. He touched it some more, admiring how soft it was. Jesus... everything about you was so perfect. "You're really pretty." He broke the silence, smiling at you while you turned around. You let out a little laugh before you gave him a little kiss, smiling as well.

"You're very handsome." You returned the compliment, giving him another kiss as he turned a pink color. He leaned down, giving you a very warm hug from how warm he was and from the water pouring down on you. You hugged him back, closing your eyes as your head found a nice place to rest in the crook of his neck.

Colin had really forgotten about everything. All he had needed was you. His beautiful fiancée.. or his wonderful heart stopper. (Metaphorical not literally)

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Okay thats all. Hope you liked it ♡♡

Also the heart stopper thing is the only non creepy name. The other was "stress reliever" and honestly that sounds horrible. Just like the title

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marthammasters · 4 months

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@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Twilight Goodbyes

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

T/W: Allusions to sex

Twilight was beginning to descend on the naval bungalow provided to the returning Top Gun aviators. The distant crash of the Pacific Ocean was the only sound heard during the lull in conversation.

Blinking back her tears, [y/n] placed a kiss on her husband's cheek. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I think it’s time for me to leave.”

Giving her a smirk, Rooster squeezed the thigh beneath his palm. “Very funny, pretty girl.”

Sliding herself off his lap, [y/n] watched with a sad smile as confusion passed along Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw’s face. “I’m serious, I booked a hotel room off the base.”

Rising off the couch, Rooster Bradshaw grabbed his wife’s hands effectively stopping her from turning away. “What? Why?”

“Because as much as I want to stay in your arms for the rest of the night, you need to focus on the mission. And with me here, you’re going to focus on what could happen if things go wrong.” Gently cupping his cheek, [y/n] brushed her thumb across the scars decorating his cheek. He told her how he had gotten it in his early days of his career when his wingman failed to provide enough cover.

“And we can’t have that. We need Lieutenant Bradshaw to show everyone why he is the best naval pilot Top Gun ever graduated.”

With a lump in his throat, Bradley pulled her into him. They had spent the past weeks dreading this very moment. He had thought he’d have more time to prepare her and more so, himself. But looking at her, a woman who held nothing but pride, love and faith in him, he realized there was no amount of preparation that would be enough. “Been planning this haven't you?” He asked softly, rubbing his warm hands down her back.

“Well…” [y/n] began with a drawl looking up at him from her place against his chest, “Not sure if you know this while you're off being cool and flying planes. But as much fun as I've had hanging out with Penny and Amelia and let’s not forget failing miserably at being a bartender, we both know my mind doesn’t turn off.”

“I know, it’s both a curse and blessing, darlin'”. With a final squeeze and sigh, Rooster trailed after his wife as she moved to grab her bag.

“Let me grab my keys.” Patting down his pockets, Bradley sported a pout, “and then you can leave me, all alone and sad.”

[y/n] held up the keys that were haphazardly thrown on the kitchen island earlier when they had come in too focused on removing each other’s clothes. “Nope, I ordered an Uber.”

Bradley moved to grab the keys from her hand but gave her a quizzical look and chuckle as she moved them behind her back. “Since when can Ubers get onto the naval base?”

Looking at the mischievous smile, one that usually ended with them pressed up against each other, Bradley calculated if he could talk her into spending more time in his bed

“Since their name is Lieutenant Natasha Trace.” [y/n] responded as she leaned against the island countertop.

Letting out a deep laugh, Bradley shook his head as he trapped his wife between the countertop and his body brushing his nose against hers. “I should have known.”

As deep chocolate met [eye color], the pair gazed at each other trying to memorize each other’s features. Breaking gaze, [y/n] attention was drawn to her husband’s outstretched palm holding his wedding band.

“I know this is scary but if this is your way of telling me you regret our marriage I’m slightly offended, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Don’t be dramatic, baby.” Rooster scoffed at his wife’s attempt to lighten the mood, “I want you to hold this for me”

“What? No.” [y/n] pushed his hand back towards his body, “Look, I know your ring bothers you when you fly so I don’t mind that you wear it around your neck but this is too much of a precaution.”

“I know I’m a cautious flier but this isn’t why.”

Cradling her left hand in his, Bradley paused to brush over the two rings he had gifted her before dropping his band into it. “This ring means everything to me. It symbolizes my happiness and our future and everything I want to give you. I want you to hold it until I get back. And if not… ”

Upon noticing the tears accumulating in her lash line, Bradley moved their conjoined hands to rest against his heart. “When my dad…when my dad died, my mom was able to decide to bury him with his ring or to keep it but I don’t want you to not have that choice. So please”

[y/n] sniffled before accepting the ring and tapping her fist against his chest. “Well I won’t have to because you are coming back.”

Bradley pulled her closer to his chest as he brushed a chaste kiss on her rosy lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Looking down the row of bungalows occupied by his fellow Top Gun pilots, Bradley inquired about the last lucky pilot able to spend time with his wife. “When is Phoenix coming?”

“ETA in 4 minutes. You pilots are so specific, just round up to 5 minutes.” [y/n] joked as she leaned against the doorframe gazing up at her 6 foot husband. With a push off the frame and rising onto the tips of her toes, [y/n] pressed her soft lips against Bradley’s chapped ones.

Before she could withdraw to make a joke about pilots' arrival time specificity, as she often experienced with her own husband, Bradley’s arms wound around her.

He accepted her soft kiss at first and then with a swift shift of intensity, as if moving the control of a F - 18, she found herself clinging to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. Bradley continued to kiss her as if it’s the most important thing in the world and to him, it is. Pulling her closer through his gentle grip in her waterfall of tresses, Bradley moved to slip his tongue into her mouth, in an attempt to further impress her onto his heart and dissolve every inch of her into his.

But the roar of a motorcycle engine and honk of a horn breaks the pair apart before the necessity of oxygen does. As shuddering breaths escape his wife, Bradley places a final kiss onto her forehead. “I love you.”

Leveling her palms on his shoulders and using the tips of her toes once again, [y/n] Bradshaw delicately places her own kiss on his. “I love you too.” She responds before turning and walking down the path to the awaiting car.

Watching her walk away and wiping an escaped tear, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw knows this is the correct move even if it hurts him. But his wallowing is interrupted by a familiar shout, “Hey, Rooster! Take me to bed or lose me forever!”

A shout that brought a smile on his face as it reminded him of his parents, and the home in the form of the woman who he was going to try his hardest to return to. “Show me the way home, honey!”

A chuckle from behind her forced [y/n] Bradshaw to break her gaze from her husband. “Enjoying the show Captain?”

Since accepting this post, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell had found a lot of old history resurfacing, most of all in the form of the young Bradshaw. “Not that my opinion matters but I never thought I’d see two people more in love than Goose and Carole but you two seem to prove me wrong.”

“Well us Bradshaws love to prove people wrong.” [y/n] responded before a self satisfied smile spread across her face. Gazing at her, Maverick was reminded of the same smile Carole held when he shared a similar sentiment to her on the eve of her wedding to Goose. “Plus I wouldn’t say that, you and I both know your opinion matters to Rooster.”

With a nod, Maverick moved his gaze to the boy, no the man he had to remind himself, watching them from the porch. Despite their tension, Maverick was still happy to be able to be a part of his life and to see him grow into a man of strength and character. A man who found his well deserved happy place with a woman who pushed him and loved him.

“What about you?” Maverick asked as the woman got into the passenger seat of Phoenix’s car.

Leaning her forearms on the open window, [y/n] gave him a mischievous smile. “Oh Captain, we’re not there yet.”

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! And thank you to anyone reading this and my other Rooster work!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

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His Sinful Devotion

Part 5

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dubcon-ish, power imbalance, Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink(is that a thing???), praise kink, daddy kink. P & V action (but not sex). Naked humping (Is that how I describe this? idk) . I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. Obviously this is very much nsfw and 18+ only

AN 1: I posted this to my second account on mistake :/ so here it is again lol! If you're here for smut, its at the end. If you're here for storyline, it's at the beginning. If you're here for both, enjoy :)

Word count: 3,793 Series Masterlist

The annual church retreats happens every summer, starting during the first week of June. The church owns a small campground with a few single cabins, along with two dorm style cabins, one for the men and one for the woman, and one big cafeteria shared between all of them.

The first retreat is the kids camp, where the all the church kids, ages 7-12 spend 3 nights, learning the layout of the Bible, pushing their bunk beds together to talk all night without getting in trouble, and playing down by the water in the sun.

You loved those times when you were a kid. Those five days were really the only time you had friends all year, since your parents were so strict, and unlike the other kids who all went to school together, you were homeschooled.

The next retreat is the teens camp, aged 13-18. They get to spend 5nights at the camp. They also have more class time, learning more about sin and the devil, how to not be like “the world”. Nights are spent sneaking into the kitchens for leftover dinners, days spent whispering about which boy or girl is cuter while trying to make it seem like you’re singing the right words during worship.

This is when retreat started being a little less fun for you. Cliques start to form around this age, teens usually sticking with the group of friends they have all year, which is something you weren’t accustomed to. But you still had fun, even if you were off reading passages while the other teens were whispering about crushes.

The third week is for the single young adults, ages 19-24. They spend their 7 nights at camp, learning how to navigate the world and help turn more people to Jesus. There’s no sneaking out to the kitchens or whispering during worship. The Young adults that do go to retreat usually want some sort of career in ministry and enjoy the connections they make. They also might be looking for potential spouses, but it’s not as obvious as when you’re a teenager.

The past two years, you’ve got to enjoy this retreat, make some acquaintances with people your age in the church. There’s a lot less games and lots more reading than the retreats passed, but you didn’t mind.

This year however, you will be attending the adult retreat. It’s for ages 25 and up, but if happen to be younger than that and you are courting, engaged, or married, you can attend as well, since a lot of the courses during the 7 night stay are relationship based.

Your parents thought it would be a good idea so you and Steve can attend some of the classes together. Steve also wanted you there, since he would be teaching some of the classes himself. Why would he spend 7 days away from you when he didn’t have to.

It’s been about 2 months since Bucky’s visit, almost 3 months total of courting you, and Steve has you exactly where he wants you. You follow his every word, follow his every command without complaint. He felt like he hit the jackpot with you awhile ago, but now, molding you into the perfect little wife, he knows for sure.

And after this week, everyone else will too, he’s sure of it.

Steve hates the church retreat. Every year, same he attends, and every year it’s as if the single bachelorettes of the church vie for his attention. But this year, with you by his side, he’s almost looking forward to it.

Steve finishes packing his bag and grabs his phone, checking the time. He’s meant to be picking you up in 30 minutes, which gives him enough time to jack off before. He’s not sure if he will be able to sneak off with you this week, the retreat going to be packed with the rest of the adult congregation. He also didn’t think he would be able to stop himself if he had you blow him off on the way there. It’s only a 10 minute drive from your house to the camp grounds, and 10 minutes isn’t nearly enough.

As he washes himself off, changing into a new set of clothes. He grabs his bag and drives to you. He’s quick to knock on your parents door and help you with your bag when you come out.

“You look beautiful angel.” Steve smiles over at you as he gets back in.

No matter how many times he’s complimented you, you still get flustered every time. You still don’t understand why Steve, this extremely handsome, most eligible bachelor of a man, has picked you out of every woman in the church. Steve is great, perfect even.

Sometimes though, you get a little, scared, of him. He’s never done or said anything hatful to you. He’s only ever been extremely sweet and loving. But one Sunday at church, when one of the men at church made you a little uncomfortable, Steve stepped in, and the way his voice got low and dark, paired with the murderous glare he had, sent a cold chill down your spine.

But whenever you think of that moment, you shake it off. Steve is a wonderful church going man. He’s nothing short of perfect.

“Thank you.” You return his smile, “you look very handsome as well.”

Steve rests his hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive. When getting to the camp grounds, Steve kisses you sweetly after grabbing the bags out of the back, handing you yours.

You split off, you going to the woman dorm as Steve heads to his private cabin. You can’t stay in the same cabin, considering you are only courting, so you will be in the dorm with the other women.

You unpack your bag, making your bed on one of the lower bunks, smiling when it’s completed. The bunks are only twin beds, which can be a little uncomfortable when the springs poke into your back due to thin mattresses, but you don’t really complain about it. You have used the same twin sheets and comforter for the camp bed since you were 13. White with pink and yellow flowers embroidered all round. It’s almost like a tradition for you at this point, and it always makes you smile.

As you turn around, you see Sharon at the bunk across from yours, unpacking her own things.

“Hi Sharon.” You greet her.

She looks up from her suitcase, face falling when she sees you, “Oh, hi.” She blinks a few times, eyebrows scrunching in confusion, “I didn’t know you would be attending this retreat.”

“My parents believed it would be beneficial since me and Steve are courting.” You shrug.

“Hmm.” Sharon nods, going back to unpacking her suitcase.

You feel like she’s disappointed you’re here, and it makes you a little uncomfortable, but you shake it off, thinking she’s probably just tired. You bid her a goodbye as you head to the dinning hall, helping set things up for the week wherever you can. When you’re done, you head back to the dorms to wash for dinner, but stop when you enter through the door, hearing what’s being said in the room.

“What is she, a child? Why is all her stuff so innocent looking.”

“I know! I can’t believe she’s courting Steve.”

“Well, she won’t be for long if I have anything to do about it. Steve wants a real woman, not some idiot little girl.”

The woman in the

Tears threaten to spill down your face, making you bump your shoulder into the door panel as you scramble to leave. You’re eye sight is blurry as you stare at your feet, sniffling and trying to get as far away from the dorms as possible.

You know you aren’t the most sharp when it comes to relationships, mostly due to your upbringing, and you aren’t unaware of how people view you as naïve. The kids used to make fun of you, as if you wouldn’t understand the words they would spew. But you did, and this feeling, is not one you’ve learned to deal with well.

You don’t understand why people feel the need to be rude and judge, especially with the fact you only ever really interact with people that are supposed to also be meme era of the same church. Supposed to follow the same ‘do not judge’ command. Sometimes you feel like you’re the only one that actually tried to do that.

Maybe you are naive.

“Hey sweetheart!” You hear Steve’s voice call out to you.

Steve.

You have Steve.

He’s never once been mean to you or judges you. He’s only ever been caring and sweet.

You wipe your cheeks as you look up, seeing a smiling Steve walking towards you. When he gets close enough to see your red eyes and puffy face, his smile turns to a frown, rushing to you and bringing you into his arms, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, burning it into his chest. The warmth in his arms is comforting, something you’ve found the last few weeks.

“No.” Steve pulls you back, voice hard but eyes still soft on you, “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”

You look down, trying to blink away the tears that want to fall again, mumbling out, “Th— the other woman were just saying some things.”

“Saying what?” Steve asks.

Were they making fun of you?

Steve will not hesitate to hurt anyone that hurts you. No one can make you cry except for him, and he only wants to make you cry out of pleasure.

“They said I’m not a real woman and the—they don’t kno— know why you’re courting me.” You let out in a broken whisper.

All Steve can see is red.

How dare they say such things to you.

How dare they question him, question his actions.

He wont stand for it.

“Come on.” Steve grabs your hand, dragging you back to the dorms. You don't try to pull away, following obediently. Steve doesn't even bother knocking politely to make sure everyone was decent,not caring he wasn't technically allowed in the women's cabin.

When the door swings open with a bang, Steve charging in, the women gasp.

“Steve!” Sharon stands up, ending resting on her chest, “Goodness you scared up.”

He does nothing but glare at her and her little group of bitter, single church woman. He pulls you in front of him, not turning his glare away from the others in the room when he addresses you, “Pack your things up, angel.”

“Oh, is she leaving the retreat?” One of the woman speak up, watching as you move to follow the order.

Steve can hear the underlining amusement in her question, and the red starts to turn to black, “No, she's not. She will be staying in my cabin, with me.”

All the women’s eyes go wide at the harshness of his words, how scary he looks.

“Do you think that’s appropriate?” Sharon speaks up, the only one that seems to not be affected by his tone, acting as if his eyes weren't piercing through her.

Steve smirks darkly, turning to you, having finished repacking your bags and was now watching them all innocently, “Go stand outside sweetheart, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Okay.” You nod.

Steve waits until the door closes behind you before he moves his gaze back to the other four women, “This ends here. If you ever say or do anything the hurts her again, I will not hesitate to make you lives a living hell. And believe me, my hell is a lot worse than the one we preach about. Do I make myself clear?”

The woman all nod their heads, fear in 3 of their eyes, one with distaste. Steve leaves,heading outside and grabbing your bag from your hands and interlacing your fingers together as he leads you to the cabin he's been assigned.

“Come on, sweetheart. Lets go get you settled, yeah?”

“Steve,” You pull on his hand to get his attention, “I can’t stay with you. Its not proper.” Whispering the last sentence.

Steve laughs softly, “It’s okay. I’ll handle it. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

And Steve means that. He’s not letting you out of his sight again.

The cabin Steve was put in is very small, just a small lounge room, bedroom, and bathroom in it. All the furniture, like the rest of the cabins, is old and outdated.

By the time you've unpacked your bag again, it’s time for you and Steve to go to the dinning hall for dinner.

Steve keeps you glued to his side all night, not that you complained. It’s something you've grown accustomed too since courting him. It’s probably normal to always want to be close to your significant other, so you assume that’s why Steve does it.

One of the elders come up and ask Steve some questions regarding the reasoning for you not staying in the women dorms anymore, giving Steve a smile after he reiterates some of the story why, “You’re a good man Steve, looking out for your lady like that. That’s what a husband does.”

“Thank you.” Steve shakes his hand, as the last sentence of the man runs through your mind.

That’s what a good husband does.

You’ve only been courting Steve for a few months, but comments around the two of you getting married have been happening around the church more frequently. You’re not sure if you’re ready for marriage, ready to be a wife.

But then again, it’s the one thing your parents have always tried to prepare you for. How to be the perfect church wife.

It makes since, you suppose, that you and Steve will get married one day. Everything just happening much faster than you were aware.

Are you in love with Steve though?

Sometimes you think you are. You know you at least care for him deeply and you suppose that’s a part of being in love with someone. You do enjoy spending time with him, even when you get a little uneasy when he asks you to do things that seem bad. He always assures you it’s okay though, and you know Steve wouldn’t lie to you.

He has no reason to.

After dinner, Everyone heads to one of the outside chapels to listen to a message and sing some worship songs, before retiring to their beds.

When you enter the cabin, you stop by the couch in the lounge room, “I should sleep here.”

Steve furrows his brows at you, shaking his head, “Absolutely not.”

“It’s more proper—“

“Angel.” Steve cuts you off, “What kind of man would I be if I had my girl sleeping on the couch when there’s a perfectly fine bed 10 feet away.”

You shift awkwardly where you stand, “I just don’t want people to talk.”

Steve smiles brightly, walking over to you and rubbing your arms in what he wants to be a comforting notion, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of anyone that says something bad.”

“Okay.” You say quietly, Steve’s smile growing wider at your acceptance. You both quietly get ready for bed, changing your clothes and brushing your teeth.

You’ve never shared a bed with anyone before, and as you crawl underneath the covers, you can’t help but be a little timid, staying almost on the edge of your side.

When Steve gets in bed, he looks over at you and frowns, “Why are you all the way over there?”

“I— I’m nervous.”

Steve chuckles, “Why you nervous, baby?” grabbing your arm softly and pulling you closer to him.

You shrug, “I don't know. I’ve never shared a bed before. You aren't supposed to.”

“Mmm.” Steve nods, tilting your chin up so you look at him as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, “That’s true. But it’s okay for us to share a bed.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is.” Steve smiles, “We just can’t have sex.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, putting you in a flustered state like every other time he uses such crass langue.

Steve’s smile turns to a smirk as he gently pushes your back down onto the pillows and bed, moving himself to be positioned on top of you, “Which we won’t. But, since we do get to share a bed this week, we should at least have a little fun, right?”

You blink up at him as his hands move to the bottom of your sleep top, taking it off and throwing it to the floor, his mouth effectively finding your bare breasts underneath. This is something Steve has done before. One of those ‘‘you feel like you shouldn’t be doing’’ things from earlier. But it does feel good, and you trust Steve.

A small moan leaves your lips, making Steve’s dick harden even more. He’s been hard since he he saw you crying earlier. He doesn't like that those women hurt your feelings, but he's not upset about the fact he gets to share bed with you all week, which give him the opportunity to do whatever he wants to you.

Well, not whatever he wants, considering he can’t have sex with you. But he can still use your body for pleasure in other ways.

And he will.

He positions himself better between your legs, making them spread around him as his clothed hips meet yours. His hand massages one of your breasts and his mouth envelopes the other. He moans around your hardened nipple, savoring the breathless gasps from you. He switches to the other, making both your breasts plumb with his mouth.

Once he is satisfied with your breasts, he uses his hands to get rid of your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear. His right hand goes to rub over your mound, making you closing your eyes as you arch your back into him at the feeling. He continues rubbing you over your underwear until an evident wet patch is formed.

His cock is unbearably stiff to a point he can’t handle anymore and he removes himself from you, throwing his clothes on the ground with yours.

You’ve never been bare at the same time, and despite the fact you still have your underwear on, your heart starts beating faster out of the implication of what this might mean.

“It’s alright.” Steve assures you, having seen the fear in your eyes at the lack of clothes for both of you, “Just need a little bit, Angel. Just a little release. We won’t have sex, promise.”

He grabs the fabric of your panties, slowly moving them down your legs, until it’s discarded on the floor with the rest of the clothes. His voice is thick with lust and wanting, a sprinkle of darkness in it you don’t properly hear due to heartbeat in your ears, “Just need a little bit, baby.” He says, looking down at your body. But you don’t think he’s even really talking to you.

He slowly, so slowly you think he’s waiting for you to say something, brings his hips closer to yours, groaning loudly at the contact of his bare skin on yours. He has to close his eyes so he doesn't just dive right in, taking you here and now.

We can’t have sex.

Steve knows that. He knows he can’t just devour you right now. All of his plans would be ruined. But god does he want to. He didn't think anything could feel better than when he has your mouth around him. But this, his dick slowly sliding through the lips of your pussy?

Heaven. He has entered heaven.

If anything, it just makes him harder at the thought of what it will feel like when he can actually be inside you.

Steve rubs himself against harder, his cock finding a home between your lips and he groans, rubbing himself faster. He knows you’re getting something out of the friction too when your low whimpers turn to loud moans. He wants more, and needs a way to ground himself, grasping your wrists, forcing them above your head.

“God, baby.” Steve moans out, cock sliding through your wet lips. Hips rutting against yours almost painfully. His balls slabbing against you with each thrust, “Feel so good. My good girl. So good.”

He looks down at you, and he thinks this is where you look the most perfect, underneath him, completely at his mercy. The friction of his cock rubbing against your clit causes you to shake as you come, and again, like the very first time he made you come, he relishes in the knowledge that he will be the only one to ever know how you look when you do. He will be the only one to ever make you come.

“Steve.” You cry out in a whine as he continues to rub his cock over your clit, riding you through your orgasm. It’s too much, feels like to much for you. But Steve doesn't stop, instead, rubbing himself against you harder and faster.

“Just a little more, sweetheart.” His voice is hoarse as he tries to keep control of himself, “Let me just use you a little more, okay? Doing so good for me.”

His words, his praise, the fact he hasn't stopping with his attack on your clit, all push you over the edge again, making you shake as practically shriek at the feeling of your second orgasm. You have to close your eyes due to the black spots in your vision.

It pushes Steve over the edge, seeing you lose yourself like that, his head dropping down to your neck again as his finishes with you. His come spurts out over your stomach, thighs, and cunt, mixing his wetness with yours.

He looks down to you as he starts to come down, blissed and covered in him, it makes him hard again, but he has some of his self control back. That control doesn’t stop him from rubbing his come over your breasts and stomach, mixing his own scent in with yours. He hums when he’s done, leaning down to give you a soft kiss to your lips and releasing your wrists. You’re desperately trying to stay awake, the festivities of two orgasms exhausting your body.

Steve lays back down on his stomach, not bothering to clean either of you up.

He wanted to mark you.

He pulls you, so you’re laying on his chest and chuckles when you try to stay awake, “Sleep, sweetheart. We have all long week ahead of us.”

And Steve can’t wait for it.

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Hello :')!! So glad your requests are open again!! Last time I requested a Mae fic (My little light <3) and it was so soft and lovely ❤️

Could I be selfish and ask for a papa maedhros w/ human!reader? Him being a dad to his lil elflings during his time in ME? ❤️ Just need parent!Mae content so BAD!

If not, headcanons of him being a parent is just fine too :')) would love to read either of them by your hand❤️🤲

Thank u!!!

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You entered as soon as his meeting with his brothers finished. You knew your husband too well – the pain, regret and ambition he carried.

Maedhros couldn’t change anything any no matter how much he wished too. The scars and torment he suffered spoke volumes for it. Slowly you around the table to his sitting form at the end – his head in his hands as he let out a deep sight.

Even when he was sitting down – he was still incredibly taller than you. You laid a hand his shoulder and Maedhros tensed for just a second before he relaxed under your touch. Both of you stayed in silence until he was ready to talk – then he lifted his head to you and gave a small smile.

Which you returned and kissed his lips tenderly.

He smiled into the tender moment – then cupped your face in his large hands as you pulled away from it – you ignored the coldness of the metal and it was something you had gotten used to.

“Where are they?”

He asked – referring to your children, your twins – one boy and surprisingly a girl too, whom you both named after Nerdanel.

“Outside, my dearest – but if you are feeling too tired they will understand.”

You said as you caressed his face.

“No, melda – I promised them. I miss them and I want to spend the time I promised with them. I do not want them to hate me.”

Maedhros frowned – the very thought of it made the ner crumble and his heart clench in agony.

“Oh, my love. . .”

You stood and hugged him as much as you could. It was one of his greatest fears, that his own children would hate him – because he certainly hated himself. He hated who had to become for this father in front of you and the children you shared.

“They do not and will not hate, you – you are their hero.”

You chuckled quietly– remembering just how many times your son that declared Maedhros was the strongest of them all, leaving his uncle who was called the strong Finwë a little sad and jealous.

“They love and admire you, even if you do not. You fret once our children would be too afraid to look at you but look at how eager and happy, they are whenever they see you.”

You said when you referred to his scars and the hand he missed – but your children loved him besides those, sometimes you deemed the were smarter than you speaking words as if they understood the world more than you did – which frightened yourself and Maedhros and little bit. They said about scars define the person and mark what they have been through – even as far as your daughter declaring her father was the bravest under all of Eru’s creations.

“You know this, my dear husband. . .”

You cooed.

“You’re not your father. . .”

You whispered gently and Maedhros shut his eyes closed. Maedhros had looked up to Fëanor like his children were looking up to him – but he was afraid one day he would turn into a version of this father and care something else other than the two precious children you made.

“What if I will be?”

Your heart broke as his voice cracked.

“You will not. . .come let our twins heal you, my love. They have magic even the greatest of healers don’t possess.”

You smiled encouragingly and tried to pull him up. Maedhros looked at your strangely for a moment before he sighed and got up. He allowed you to lead outside into the warm summer of his lands – towards the beautiful (and safe) green fields.

Your children sat on the picnic blanket like you let them – only this time your son did try and sneak a peek into a picnic basket you made and your daughter was scolding him for.

“Don’t do it!”

You could hear your daughter yell at her brother.

“Oh relax, just a small bit.”

He replied – you peeked up at your husband and noticed the amusing smile on him – making you spread your own smile as you approached them.

“And just what do you think you’re doing there, son?

Your husband spoke first adverting both your children’s attention to him.

As your twins saw their father their eyes beamed brightly and a huge grin spread across their face.

“Atya!”

They cheered and made their way other to Maedhros as fast as their little legs can take them. Both crashed into their father’s legs – hugging and clinging onto him as tightly as the possibly could with their arms and legs.

Maedhros only laughed and easily picked up the both of them to either side of him – both of them squealing in laughter at the height they were picked up to.

You smiled as relief filled seeing how much your husband smiled and laughed with them – it was a huge different from how he cried into your arms at night fearing everything around him for your twins he could push those fears down and let them enjoy their youth like he did – back when he was in Valinor.

He promised himself he would make sure to give them the best childhood despite what lurked on the horizon.

Your children started to tell Maedhros about their day, from the moment they woke up to now – and your husband listened carefully, giving his replies and reactions to each detail.

“It an alright day – but we missed you!”

Your son concluded and wrapped his chubby fingers around Maedhros’ neck and kissed his cheek. Your daughter did too kissing his other cheek – then both went on to bicker about who gave the biggest kiss.

You only laughed and shook your head.

“I think your Ammë is feeling a little jealous she isn’t getting the attention I am. Maybe you two should”

Maedhros whispered to his twins to make them stop bickering and your shot an eyebrow at him with a smirk as he purposely made it loud enough for your human ears to pick up.

“Yes, ammë!”

Your twins cheered – holding their arms out to you with grabby hands. They weren’t going to let go of Maedhros anytime soon but they were will still willing to give a kiss or two, only condition was they still got to be in their father’s arms.

You laughed and stepped closer – leaning your cheeks into for the both of them to kiss.

But your husband also took the opportunity to peak your lips, making the both of you laugh as your children delivered disapproving noises and gagging sounds.

Then – you moved to sit on the blanket, the twins placed on Maedhros’ legs as you opened the picnic basket to pull the out the food.

You didn’t miss your son’s excitedness to see the food. Maedhros once told you he was exactly like Celegorm he was just an elfling, his tummy never filled and it seen that was the same case for your son.

Always at night when you would try to put him to bed, he never fails to ask you the question of ‘what’s for breakfast tomorrow?’

Your daughter instantly toppled off her father’s lap to grab their favorite book – before climbing on him again, begging him to read. Your son distracted from what you were doing for a second to beg with his twin sister.

Maedhros had smiled and nodded taking the book and wrapping his arms around the both of them – the twins had found their father’s metal quite ‘cool’ as the said it and they had been arguing over who gets to have that arm to wrap around them, despite the fact it was a little cold.

Eventually Maedhros suggested the idea of tossing a coin and whoever wins gets the arm – then the next time they would swap other. So they agreed and surprising no arguments had risen after that – except the occasional whine or two.

You watched as he read to them – changing his voice for every character making them erupt in laughter.

Your eyes somewhat teared up as your prepared the food.

Despite all that happened and was happened, Maedhros made sure to be a good and better father – little did he know he was already the best and the twins loved him, for him. . .

They made sure the old Maitimo was still there. . .living. . .

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mistydear · 1 year

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soften me now, let me take as is given (xvii)

billie dean howard x reader

summary: You meet Billie in mourning. She's too professional, and you're too angry, and it takes too long to see her again. And again. And again as your lives tumble together.

w/c: 3.1k

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chapter one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen

notes: much love to my anons you helped with motivation to get through the delicate parts that lead up to the fun stuff

When you stand at Margot and Danny’s front door, you can feel your heart pounding. Andy squeezes your hand, hoping to steady you, and it doesn’t work, but you appreciate the gesture. A week before this, you had an extensive conversation with Margot about Andy, about the fact that you were dating now, about how you wanted her to meet Andy. You needed her approval. There were tears and hugs, and now there was a lump in your throat the size of California, heart pounding.

. . .

If there was one thing Andy was teaching you, it was how to accept miracles with easy, graceful reverence. Dinner was—to put a single word to it—normal. It was fun. They played cards against humanity and ate good food and laughed about things you haven’t laughed about in ages. You didn’t forget about Kate once, but it also didn’t make the night sad. Andy ran a hand down your back and smiled, and you smiled back, thinking Kate would be happy for you. Maybe you’re happy for you.

After dinner, when you were spending the night at Andy’s apartment, sweaty and naked on her bed, she asked you if you were happy.

“I think so,” you mumbled into her pillow. You aren’t sure, but you feel like this is what happiness means, or what it should mean. She kissed your shoulder. “Are you?”

“Very much.”

You thought very much might be too big of a stretch for you and chewed your lip. Andy was devoted to you, that much you knew. If you weren’t careful, she might love you some day.

. . .

“And then the strippers will show up and give everyone lap dances,” Norah says, and you blink, chewing absently at your knuckle.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, turning to look at Norah’s disbelieving face.

“Really? The strippers got you but not the tank of sharks or the motorcycle with the rings of fire?”

“What are we talking about?” you ask, furrowing your brow, shifting in your seat on Norah’s couch.

“My birthday party, you absolute dumbass.” Your eyes light with recognition.

“Is it that time of year already?”

“Shut up,” she laughs, chopping onions on her countertop. You let a smile spread across your face, easy and light. Norah’s birthday parties are stuff of legend, starting early and going all the way through to the next morning if you’re lucky. The music was reliably loud, the company reliably rowdy, and the drinks reliably plenty. You and Kate have been going for years. This will be the first one without her. “You should invite Billie,” she says with a forced nonchalance. “Now that you’re friends.”

“First of all, it’s your birthday party, not mine. Invite her yourself. Second of all, why is Billie your first thought and not Andy?” Norah’s chopping slows, but she doesn’t look up.

“Andy was a given, come on,” she says, glancing up then back down. “Besides, you would have agonized over inviting Billie for weeks, and I just don’t have time to deal with that. I have a party to plan.”

“So you’re saying Billie is a given too?” you ask, something churning inside you, not exactly unpleasant, but you can feel yourself warming, cheeks burning.

“Isn’t she?” Norah asks, looking you dead in the eye. You chew at your knuckle again, picking at your lip. Isn’t she?

. . .

You invite Billie to your apartment for the first time. The first time since she brought you home drunk on the anniversary of your wife’s death, maybe, but the first time sober. And you’re nervous, chest tight as you pretend to tidy up but are really just rearranging. Rearranging the pillows on your couch and the candles on your coffee table and the food in the kitchen until there’s a solid knock on your door. Feeling jittery and unprepared, you take a breath and adjust your shirt, striding to the front door in socks and jeans. When you open the door, Billie stands there in heels and slacks and a button down with her purse in her hands in front of her.

“Hi,” you breathe, and she blinks and smiles with a modest softness you don’t see that often from her.

“Hello.” You step back to let her in, and she slides past you, heels clicking in your entryway. “It smells good in here,” she comments, slipping off her jacket which you immediately offer to take, hands out wordlessly, maybe too eagerly. She hands it to you, warm from her body and smelling like her, rich and heady. You thumb it absently, fingers scraping across the seams as she glances around. “Is that curry?” she asks, stepping further into the apartment, and you move to follow before you realize you’re still holding her jacket.

“It’s Norah’s recipe. She’s the cook. I just steal her ideas,” you say, hanging up her jacket next to yours. Billie chuckles, setting her purse down on your front table. “Do you, um, want something to drink?” you offer, rubbing your hand across the back of your neck.

“What do you have?” she asks, trailing you to the kitchen. You can feel her eyes on you, soft brown but so sharp, and she doesn’t look away when you turn back to her.

“Water, wine, beer, rum, whiskey…” you trail off, and she steps toward your wine rack, manicured fingers trailing across a bottle of pinot. Wordlessly, she hands it to you, and you nod, grabbing it by the neck and digging around for a corkscrew. Your curry is simmering on the stove, rice waiting to be served, and as you pour out two glasses, Billie flips the seasoned chicken frying on the stove.

You haven’t cooked together since the morning after Billie slept over in your armchair. It feels like so long ago, and you feel so different with her now. It’s easier to be around her, absolutely, but you can’t help feeling like you’re teetering on the edge of something. You catch it in Billie’s eyes every once and a while, something dark and rich and tentative. Like she’s holding back. You wonder how many layers you’ll be allowed to peel away before Billie stops you. You hope she never stops you. The thought halts you, makes you hesitate when you watch Billie turn off the burner and move the frying pan off the heat. You and Billie have been through a lot together, leaning on each other when things got unbelievably hard and being there for each other’s worst moments. And still there’s something between you, some barrier you don’t know how to name, how to conceptualize, that makes everything just a little distant, a little awkward.

“Here,” you say, hoarse, holding out a glass for Billie. She takes it, her fingers brushing yours, nails scraping your skin. The hair on the back of your neck prickles. The smile she gives you is soft, barely there, and when she sips her wine, her eyes never leave yours. Red stains her pink lips, and your chest tightens. Feeling hot, you swallow and turn away from her to tend to the food.

The conversation turns easy after that. Billie complains about the interviews she’s constantly doing, complains about Lisa Cole’s moniker for her, how it follows her everywhere.

“Medium to the Stars,” she scoffs as the two of you sit down across from each other at your dining table.

“It’s catchy,” you shrug, chuckling, and she glares at you. “How’re those rumors going? Still circulating?”

“Which ones,” she drones, stabbing her fork into a piece of chicken. “How I’m the slut of Hollywood?”

“Yeah, that one,” you clarify, resting an elbow on the table, and Billie looks up at you, her expression something you can’t place.

“Dissipating,” she answers carefully. “Worried I’m keeping secrets?” she asks, something daring creeping into her tone. Your cheeks flush unexpectedly, and you shrug, chewing slowly.

“Just curious, I guess. You’re not good at volunteering information. It’s like pulling teeth with you,” you try to joke, and Billie’s eyes dart across you, fork hovering in the air as if she’s assessing your truthfulness.

“I’m not seeing anyone if that’s what you’re wondering,” she answers, and the air prickles between you. Were you wondering? You chew your lip. Yeah, you were. “How’re things with Andy?” You take a breath, sitting up straighter.

“Fine,” you shrug.

“Fine?” she teases, leaning forward, trying to find your gaze. Your chest twists with anxiety, and you squirm, debating whether to say anything. You haven’t even talked to Norah about this.

“I think she may be falling in love with me,” you blurt, meeting Billie’s eyes. She attempts to conceal her surprise, but you can read her well enough now to dissect the little flickers in her expression.

“Oh.” It’s a resigned sort of noise, which strikes you as odd as she leans back in her chair, but there’s a question buried there too. Her blonde hair is immaculately curled, makeup light and rosy, shirt effortlessly pressed and form fitting, but her eyes are deep and stormy and frantic, and you don’t know how to examine that without picking her apart. “Are you in love with her?” Her voice is careful and tight, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, she doesn’t make eye contact with you, scrambling to reassemble her mask.

You can’t help but think back to Billie’s bedroom when something took hold of her, spoke through Billie’s mouth and used Billie’s body and made Billie’s eyes so unrecognizably dark. Whatever was inside her that night said something you’ll never forget.

I know your secret too. I know how you really feel about Andy.

It was dark and malicious, and you didn’t know what it meant until this very moment. Until you were faced with a question to answer.

“Andy’s been teaching me a lot about how to accept happiness after Kate,” you say, setting down your fork. “And it’s gotten easier. To let myself be happy. I just…feel guilty, I think.”

“You shouldn’t—” Billie starts, but you shake your head.

“Not about Kate,” you swallow, a lump in your throat. “About Andy.” Billie blanches.

“You don’t love her.” Her voice is distant and empty, and you look down at your food.

“I want to. I should,” you squirm, and Billie’s silent for a long moment. You both are. Your heart is pounding at the admission, and Billie’s stiff as a board across from you. When you glance up at her, her chest is red and blotchy beneath her starched shirt, and you watch her swallow.

“I truly believe that some people come into your life to teach you lessons.”

“Like fate?” you chuckle, watching her carefully. She shrugs, setting her hands in her lap.

“Like some bigger consciousness. Like…” she sighs, “coincidences that don’t feel like coincidences.”

“Are you religious, Billie?” you ask, the air growing delicate between you. The answer doesn’t feel as obvious as it should, but you know that she’s spiritual. You never were, not until recently.

“I’m god fearing, if that’s what you mean,” she answers with a steadiness you need in that moment, even if the answer unsettles you.

Later, after dinner is cleaned up and you're on your second glasses of wine, you pull out a murder mystery game. Billie laughs when she sees you come back with it, setting her glass down on a coaster and toeing off her heels.

“What is that?” After you explain how it works, that you have objectives and evidence to sort through and that it’s like a big complicated puzzle, she hums, grabbing the first objective. “Prove Joe Thorton is lying about his alibi. Simple enough.”

“Simple en—Billie, please reign in your ego,” you scoff, snatching the envelope from her hand. She turns to you, eyes burning, but lets you sort through the evidence, reading newspaper clippings and witness statements aloud. Folding one leg over the other, she watches you, pensive and contemplating, resting back on her hands. She seems content to listen to you read, but you can tell how fast her brain is turning.

Then as soon as you’re done, she posits a theory. You ask her for the evidence. She points to an article. When you disprove it with a witness statement, her jaw clenches.

“What about Sally’s autopsy report?” she asks. “The coroner said the blow to her head must have come from a left handed person.”

“That doesn’t prove that Joe is lying about his alibi,” you shoot back, and Billie unfolds her legs, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her spread knees. It’s something you quickly realize means she’s trying to focus. Logically, you know that Billie’s natural and relaxed state isn’t legs crossed, shoulders back, but seeing her unfold here in front of you makes you melt just a little bit. She trusts you. You.

After twenty minutes of going back and forth on the evidence through rounds of sometimes friendly disagreements, Billie grabs a photo and the little magnifying glass it comes with. After a moment of frustration, she waves her hand and purses her lips.

“Yes?” you ask, amused.

“Grab my purse,” she instructs, then looks up, distracted. “Please,” she adds, embarrassed, and you smirk but do as instructed. When you plop back down on the couch next to her, knees brushing, she rifles through it, setting it on the floor by her heels. She comes back with a pair of glasses, flicking them open and sliding them on dismissively before hunching back over the photo. You watch her with growing interest, a smile spreading across your cheeks. “The time on the clock,” she says abruptly, “It’s—” She looks up at you, startled to find you staring right at her. A blush colors her cheeks, eyelashes flickering across you. “What?” Her voice is hoarse.

“You wear glasses?” you ask, voice lilting up. She hesitates, mouth opening and closing, glasses resting so delicately on her nose. She’s embarrassed, you can tell, and moves to pull them off. You catch her hand and squeeze it, thumb swiping across warm, delicate fingers. “Don’t. It’s cute.” You blush intensely at your words, and Billie blanches. “I mean, it’s…you’re…you look good.”

“I don’t let people see me in them,” Billie says quietly. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You shouldn’t,” you assure her, pulling Billie’s hand away from her face. She doesn’t let go of it, holding your hand in her lap. You swallow, aware of how your knees are touching, how you can smell Billie’s perfume and the floral shampoo in her hair. “Let’s, um, see if you’re right,” you say, pulling out your phone. Quietly, softly, Billie intertwines your fingers. Quietly, softly, with your heart pounding in your ears, you let her. You pull up the website with the answers, and she leans close to you to see your phone. Hesitantly, you look over at her, but she’s focused elsewhere, her lashes long and delicate against her face, nose smooth and sloping, lips soft and red. You could kiss her. You could kiss Billie Dean Howard right now. Something seizes in you, and you lick your lips.

“I am,” she says then, smirking, eyes floating to yours.

“What?”

“Right about the clock. It proves Joe was lying,” she says, eyes searching your face, lips pulled into a smile over perfect teeth. God. God dammit.

“Billie?”

“Yes, Y/N?” she asks, quieting. You can tell the way her chest is rising and falling that she’s breathing just as irregularly as you, and that scares you so bad your stomach twists, and…

“Norah’s throwing a party. I want you to come.” Billie’s features soften and settle, and she swallows.

“Of course,” she says, choked, and your heart is beating so hard you think you may pass out. Why are you so nervous? It’s just Billie.

“Her birthdays are notoriously insane, so prepare yourself.”

“Notoriously?” she asks, teasing, and you nod, feeling your adrenaline slowly subside. “How would you suggest one prepares, then?”

“Wear layers. Someone will spill something on you. Guaranteed,” you start, and Billie hums, looking down at you over her glasses. Something about her voice, low and even, about the glasses, about her eyes is so unwaveringly intoxicating you find yourself leaning into her. “Do not drive. You will be too drunk to walk.”

“Noted,” she says, a smile creeping into her voice. Her thumb begins tracing yours, holding steady, and she pulls your hand just a little closer to her.

“And be prepared to be hit on,” you say, your eyes drifting across her face. She huffs out a laugh, and her breath comes out on your cheek.

“Really?”

“Norah’s a fan,” you admit, and Billie leans back a little, surprised.

“A fan?” she asks, searching your eyes. You nod.

“When you first came to Corner Store for the Signs Unseen reading she was practically drooling,” you laugh, and Billie flushes. “She gets affectionate when she’s drunk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she chuckles, eyes searching yours. “Anything else?” You hum and shake your head. You think you're closer to Billie than you remember. She blinks and seems to realize it too because her smile fades. “We should move on. To the second objective,” she mutters, letting go of your hand, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Swallowing, you nod.

“Right.” Billie uses her free hand to take off her glasses, and you feel like a spell has been broken, something irreplaceable gone between you. The space feels wider, colder, as Billie reads the second objective.

Still, she’s here with you, her feet bare, her shoulders relaxed, knees brushing. It’s intimate in a way you haven’t been with Billie, warm and close. You immediately miss it even though it’s not quite gone, crave it even though you aren’t sure what it is you’re craving.

When the night inevitably comes to an end, you walk her to the door, her heels dangling from her fingers. You watch as she slips them on so effortlessly, sighing as she stands, cheeks flushed with wine, eyes shining and heavy.

“Thank you for inviting me over. I don’t get to have very many quiet evenings like this. It was nice,” she admits, holding her hands in front of her. You chew your lip and smile.

“It was really nice. Thank you for solving a murder with me.” She holds back a laugh, her smile bursting, and then you’re leaning in for a hug. She reciprocates easily, arms wrapping around you, holding you against her. You can feel her breathing against you, feel her warmth. Absently, you rest your head on her shoulder, and she leans into you, swaying lightly. When you pull back, her hands linger, brushing hair off your ear for you and trailing down your arms.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Billie.”

She slips on her jacket, buttons it with deft fingers, and gives you a private smile that makes the whole world fall away. And when you close the door behind her, your apartment is cold but you’re so warm with Billie, Billie, Billie.

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justanie · 1 year

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Hey, bestie!! :3

Sending you a ship for "Domestic ship - Send me a ship and I’ll write the following domestic headcanons".

The ship is..

GAKULUKA! :D 💖💖💜💜💖💖💜💜💖💖💜💜

Aaaaawwwww, thank you very much friend! You have no idea how much I love writing these Headcanons for my OTP!! <33333 💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖

These Headcanons haunt the future of my usual Vocaloid stories and hcs. Around this time, Gakupo and Luka get married at the age of 32 and 26, as seen in the drawing ^w^

❥• Almost every hour of the day (except for the times when Gakupo goes to work) they spend together flirting and showing their love and affection for each other. And since I mentioned going out, whenever he can, Gakupo buys Luka a special gift, also counting the dates they've had.

❥• They both take turns doing chores and neither makes a mess for the other to clean up. Generally when it comes to cooking, Gakupo is in charge of preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner, while Luka makes desserts and sweet breakfasts like pancakes and waffles.

❥• Their reason is simply easy: so that they both have fun when they are in a state of boredom. Gakupo ends up winning in the tickle fights due to the fact that Luka is more ticklish than him.

❥• Necessary food that runs out in a certain time, and previously mentioned, gifts for each one in terms of consent.

❥• Romantic comedies suggested by Luka to make Gakupo smile, classic horror because Luka ending to snuggle into Gakupo when she gets scared by some scene.

❥• Sweet and Bitters and Powery Snow, also a softer version of Destiny Colors. They are both of their favorite songs that they remember with a lot of love for including them at their wedding.

❥• They already have an existing one...an adorable octopus that looks just like its beloved owner and her name is Tako-Luka!

❥• I don't know if this counts as a fight, but sometimes Luka reminds Gakupo that as much as she loves him when it comes to caring about her, it raises the level of his overprotective husband a bit. He knows that his wife will never be in danger even in his absence, but if becomes overprotective of her it is because Gakupo loves her so much and would not allow anything bad to happen to Luka.

❥• Speaking of spiders, Luka is quite arachnophobic in my Headcanons. Which would make her very likely to panic if she sees a hideous and "big" spider, so Gakupo came to save her from that creature.

❥• What if I say that they have a tradition when it comes to waking up? Well, every time one gets up first, the following happens: If Luka wakes up first, she delicately gets on top of Gakupo and fills his face with kisses, resulting in a sweet awakening for her sleepy Samurai. While Gakupo has two methods, the first is usually that he slowly approaches her wife and whispers cute things in her ear to wake her up, if this doesn't work he resorts to the second method; If Luka is asleep on her back Gakupo carefully gets on top of to kiss her on the lips and the times he tries manages to wake up Luka! It is a method that the two called “The Kiss of True Love”.

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baby-bunny-san · 2 years

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IkeGen: "Sweet newlywed life" Event - Akihito/Sutokuin

Chapter 2

Everything below belongs to Cybird

Translation not correct entirely

Spoiler warning!!!

Yoshino: Really, you arrived alone

Akihito: Ahh. It’s all thanks to Yasuchika and the others making arrangements

With Yasuchika and Ibuki arrangements ----

The two of us came to a town a little far from Kyoto by an oxcart

Yoshino: By the way, why did you get off the oxcart outside the town?

Akihito: It’s not like going around town saying you’re someone of a certain social status if you drive into town

Looking down at me walking next to him, Akihito-sama relaxed his eyes

Akihito: It’s a trip with my lovely wife, so I don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention

(w…wife…)

I was still not used to being called that, and I didn’t know how to respond though I was happy. Then I noticed the gazes of the people who passed by Akihito-sama

Yoshino: …Ah, I see

It seemed that Akihito-sama’s beauty was enough to attract people’s attention even if he wasn't on an oxcart

Akihito: What’s wrong?

I gently brought my face closer to the ear of a beautiful person who looked at me curiously

Yoshino: You stand out, Akihito-sama

(You can’t hide the exuding nobility…!)

Akihito: Really? I’m in trouble

Lightly parrying the eyes of interest and desire of the people who came and went, Akihito-sama gracefully tilted his head. His gestures were perfect like a picture scroll, and while I was fascinated by them, I felt a little uneasiness stabbing in my chest

(I wonder if I, who stands next to him as his wife, is a good match for this person)

Akihito: Well then… Let’s go ahead with the young master of a kimono shop somewhere with a long history and his new wife

Yoshino: Eh

Akihito: If you don’t like it, change the settings? As long as I can act as your husband, I don’t mind any role

I don’t know how serious Akihito-sama is when he said that with a serious face

Yoshino: No, let’s go with that setting!

Akihito: Then it’s decided

Seeing Akihito-sama having fun makes my heart feel a little lighter

(As long as I can act as your husband, I don’t mind any role… huh?)

The sweet words that were told to me lightly made my heart fluttered

Akihito: That’s right, how about calling me Akihito-san instead of Akihito-sama during this trip?

Yoshino: Like when you and I first met… right?

What I was asked was unexpected

Yoshino: Uh…

(It’s kind of embarrassing to change the name again)

Akihito-sama gently lifted my hesitant hand

Akihito: Please, Yoshino

(um…)

I loved the light touches that were dropped on my fingertips, and I really wanted to respond to this person

Yoshino: ….Akihito-san

Akihito: Yeah. It’s a nostalgic name

(What a happy face)

His smile was directed at me, and my heart dropped sweetly. After that, while we were holding hands and walking around town…

Yoshino: Akihito-san

Akihito: Hmm, what is it?

Every time I called that name, my beloved gave me a big smile

Yoshino: Look, there’s a huge crowd… is there something going on?

Akihito: It looks like a troupe of travelling performers are performing their art. Would you like to go?

Yoshino: Yes. Let’s go, Akihito-san

Akihito: ….

(I just called your name… but)

When you spend your time surrounded by a happy feeling, it will pass in a blink of an eye.

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The bustling town was wrapped in a faint nostalgia at the end of the day…

Yoshino: There are fewer people in the street

Akihito: Lonely?

Yoshino: No, not at all

Akihito: Me too

In a town where no one knew us, we felt the only warmth of our love

(Both mind and body seemed to be healed just by this)

When I looked up at Akihito-sama with a satisfied feeling, he gave me a gentle look

Akihito: You have a very soft expression… I haven’t seen your face like that in a long time

Yoshino: Eh?

My own reflection in the light blue eyes caught my eye and I suddenly realized

(.…Maybe I was pushing myself too hard?)

I’ve never hated studying to become a person who can match Akihito-sama

I realized now that I have been putting too much into it without realizing it

(Akihito-sama noticed that)

Akihito: ….

The great affection that was directed at me made me feel warm

Yoshino: Akihito-sama…

Akihito: Are you done with “Akihito-san”?

He laughed, and the usual Akihito-sama made my shoulders relax a little again

Yoshino: Please don’t tease me

Akihito: It’s no good? Too bad

Akihito-sama, who doesn’t look regrettable at all, is adorable

(It was new and exciting to call him "san", but after all, the familiar way of calling him calmed me down)

(... I was next to this person as much as I thought)

Akihito: Yoshino?

Yoshino: A….

When my name was called, I noticed that the corners of my eyes were gradually getting hot

(Maybe I’ve been a little tired lately to think I’m about to cry over something like this)

I was embarrassed to be seen crying, so I turned my back to Akihito-sama to hide my face

Yoshino: Akihito-sama. Look, the beautiful sunset…

When I looked up at the sky, trying to hide my eyes

(That…?)

My vision shook

Akihito: Yoshino!

Akihito-sama, with an unusually tense expression, stretched out his hand to----

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fluff-ly · 2 years

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Imagine a parent-teacher conference where Rodrigue accidentally spills some of Felix's most darkest, hidden secrets to Byelth. Not only that, but he doesn't know Felix and Byleth are dating—

Rodrigue: So, Professor, hopefully my son hasn't been causing you too much trouble, I trust?

Byleth: Oh, not at all sir! He may be a bit of a stubborn one, but he's certainly a good student!

Rodrigue: Ah, well that's good news! He's so different from the Felix in the past…

Byleth: Haha, I'm not surprised. I heard he was quite different when he was younger!

Rodrigue: Indeed, I still remember those days, always clinging onto that kitty toy of his…

Byleth: Yeah, I—

*Byleth pauses*

Byleth: …Wait, what?

Rodrigue: *chuckles* Yes, Felix use to have this cat teddy. We could never pry it off him! In fact, he’d attach his armour onto it to protect his ‘little baby’, as he liked to call it

Byleth: That so fu - ! - *ahem*, I mean… that’s adorable. Actually, I’ve noticed him pet many cats around the Monastery

Rodrigue: Heh, well at least you don’t find him walking around wearing his Mother’s jewellery!

Byleth: His Mother’s what?!

Rodrigue: Haha! Yes! That habit died a very long time ago, but no matter how well my wife would hide her jewellery, Felix always found ways to steal her bracelets and necklaces. Then, he’d waddle around declaring that he was a ‘pretty little boy’!

Byleth: Are you serious?! Wow… Felix has changed a lot

Rodrigue: He has… so, how has his performance in battle been—

Byleth: His studies are going great - what else would Felix do?!

Rodrigue: W-well! Er… hm, let me think… ah - yes! - this is a good one. Believe it or not, Felix use to love drawing. His art was… not great, but still sweet.

Byleth: Oh great Sothis - what would he draw?

Rodrigue: He liked drawing cats, but what he loved to draw most were pictures of, when they were engaged, my late son, Glenn, and Lady Ingrid. He’d draw photos of them kissing or holding hands, then run around the castle singing songs about them, er, ‘sitting in a tree’—

Byleth: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!

Rodrigue: E-er… yes! Haha! That’s how it went!

Byleth: Wow, sir, your son has certainly changed! I’m definitely using these stories for later…

Rodrigue: What was that, Professor?

Byleth: O-oh! Er, nothing! So… what were we talking about before?

Rodrigue: …?

—

Byelth: Hey Felix!

Felix: Hey Byleth. So… I’m sorry you had to spend half an hour with my Father

Byleth: …An hour and a half, actually

Felix: Gods! I’m so sorry, Byleth

Byleth: Oh, no! The conference went very well! No need to worry! We enjoyed talking about you…

Felix: …Oh. Well, that’s good—

Byleth: Little baby

Felix: …W-what?

Byleth: It’s my new nickname for you. ‘Little baby’… what do you think of it?

Felix: It sounds stupid. I don’t like it - don’t call me that again!

Byleth: Hehe, sorry

Felix: Good… a-anyway, is that a new necklace? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear that before

Byleth: Oh no… you’re not planning on stealing it, right?

Felix: …What were you and my Father talking about?!

Byleth: About your performance at the academy!

Felix: Are you sure?!

Byleth: I am! I would never lie to you, would I?

Felix: Then answer me this - what were you and my Father talking about?!

Byleth: …

Felix: Well?!

Byleth: … … …About your songs and art

Felix: …

Later that evening, Felix penned a very, very, very angry and spiteful letter to his Father.

…In other words, it was a normal evening for the Fraldarius heir.

And a fun day for Byleth and Rodrigue.

#fe #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fire emblem three hopes #three houses #three hopes #byleth #rodrigue #felix #byleth x felix #scenario #writing

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@dynamoprotocol sent: 💕Clarissa and Rick back when they were dating ,,uwu,, Ship meme: in-depth edition || Selectively accepting !

How did they meet? ~ "O-One night we ran into each other a-at this random seedy pub in space. I-I guess that we bonded over having had a shitty day an-and a shitty life in general."

Who flirted with who first? ~ "I-I think it was me, that very same night, b-but shit, we were both so drunk. I-I don't fuckin' remember. I-It would track. S-She was a beautiful, witty, available woman, w-why the fuck I wouldn't have flirty with her, i-if she had let me?"

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? ~ "D-Definitely a fuckin' slow burn...even if not that slow. W-We started off as drinking buddies, an-and it didn't took much to get to friends with benefits. A-As for the romance part...tha-that took a while. T-The feelings were there, b-but...neither of us though tha-that dating was a good idea...u-until we decided that we didn't care."

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? ~ "A-As I mentioned it was a long road to the dating stage, s-so...yeah. I guess you could say tha-that we've been friends first."

What was their first date? ~ "I-I took her out on the beach, o-on this planet tha-that's basically made of crystals. T-Thinnest emerald sand, f-fuckin' spectacular amethyst waters an-and three suns setting. I-I wanted to go all out b-because...she had made me feel alive for the first time since...i-in a very long while. W-We went for a swim, had a picnic, danced under the stars...an-and had a real wild night of sex there too."

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? ~ "W-We usually go out to drink or-or I take her to concerts and parties. I-If we're not not in the mood for a crowd, w-we take my ship and go for a drive. I-I know a lot of cool places, i-in different dimensions, and...I-I want to share them all with her. I-If we do something more 'domestic', w-we stay in for some shitty soap opera an-and booze or I go to her place an-and we work on our projects."

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? ~ "O-Of fuckin' course! W-Why the hell would we stop j-just because we've been dating a while? Tha-That's demented. D-Dates and sex are the most fun shit in a relationship. I-If I have a say in it, w-we'll never stop having on dates."

What is their love language? ~ "W-We don't...you know, say shit out aloud. O-Or well, I don't, Clarissa is a little more...vocal. B-But I think we show it by spending time with each other. An-And being there to offer a sympathetic ear an-and share a bottle of liquor a-after one of us had a shitty day. I-I get her random presents too, sometimes. Y-You know, the 'this made me think of you' sort."

Who kissed who first? ~ "I-I did. As soon as she showed that she was interested, I-I cornered her against a wall an-and kissed the hell out of her."

Who started the relationship? ~ "Uh, t-that was her. S-She said...the words first. I-I didn't say it back, I-I wasn't ready, but...I asked her if it meant tha-that she was my girlfriend now an-and that's how we made it official."

Monogamy or Polyamory? ~ "M-Mandatory fourth wall break for this one, pffffft. W-We never openly said that we were exclusive back when we dated, b-but we still didn't sleep with anyone else. I-In a universe where there's both her an-and Rick...Damn. P-Poly would be the fuckin' best choice."

Are they/do they plan on getting married? ~ "A-Absolutely no. After...I-I will never marry again. I-I haven't even told her that I-I had a wife. I-I mentioned during a drunk talk tha-that I don't believe in marriage. B-But that's the only time the subject had come up."

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no?

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? ~ "W-We've never talked about it. S-Shit, our relationship is a whirlwind. An-And our lives are a fuckin' mess, f-for a lot of reasons. K-Kids wouldn't fit in it. An-And I don't want any. I-I doubt that she does."

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? ~ "...I-I had a daughter. C-Clarissa doesn't know, I-I haven't told this either. An-And I'm not planning to."

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? ~ "K-Kind of? I-I mean, shit, we both live pretty messy lives, s-so it happens that we don't see each other for a while. An-And we don't live together an-and we both have our own shit to take care of, s-so...routine isn't really our thing. B-But I make her breakfast if she stays the night, an-and we always bring each other a bottle w-when we pop in for an unannounced visit. An-And we sext when we can see each other for a few days."

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? ~ "W-We...don't. Not really. I-I guess we're both stubborn that way an-and we'd rather deal with it on our own. B-But I got her some alien medicines an-and painkillers a few times an-and she kicked me to bed and kept me there a-after I had caught a bad case of Atlaxian flu. S-So I guess that we're willing to stick around an-and take care of each other, b-but we do only when the other allows it."

How do they like to spend time together? ~ "D-Doing all the stuff I mentioned. G-Going out, drinking, making out an-and fucking, working on shit, exploring a little. I-I take her with me when I need a hand o-on adventures. An-And sometimes she takes me along to break into...s-some facilities or shit. I never ask. I-It's fun, I get to blow up shit, an-and that's all that matters to me."

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? ~ "I-I don't know about Clarissa, b-but mine is laying my head in her lap an-and just stay there. S-Sometimes she feeds me popcorn or shit, i-if we're watching TV, o-other times she plays with my hair. I-It feels...quiet. I-In a good way."

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? ~ "S-She's one of the most headstrong people I know. S-She's smart, witty, bold. I-I like that she doesn't mince words, an-and that she isn't scared to say what she thinks. I-I like how she can play me, an-and that she knows exactly how to make me do what she wants. S-She's just...her personality is fuckin' electrifying, an-and yeah, that's on purpose. An-And she's gorgeous. A-A hot hothead, damn. S-Sign me up."

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? ~ "W-We mostly sit with each other and drink. S-She never asks me to talk about it, an-and neither do I. I-If we feel like talking, w-we do, otherwise...we just keep each other company."

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? ~ "I-It's mostly me. A-As I said, I get her shit I find around w-while I'm doing my thing. S-She doesn't always like them, b-because, well...s-some stuff is objectively disgusting, b-but hey, I find it cool."

What position do they sleep in? ~

Do they bathe/shower together? ~ "F-From time to time. U-Usually the morning after we slept together or-or after a messy outing."

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? ~ "F-Fuck yeah, lots of other things. ~ An-Add we take our time, i-if neither of us has to run."

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? ~ "S-She can literally make electricity. W-What do you think?"

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms? ~ "W-We switch. I-If I have some particular craving, I-I let her know, but I mostly go with whatever she's in the mood for. A-As long as she makes sure to shock me at least a bit e-every time we fuck."

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? ~ "S-Same as the top/bottom thing."

What is their favourite sex position? ~ "S-Shit that's a tough one. I-I think it's a tie between me lifting her up, p-pressing her against a wall and fucking her like that, an-and she is fucking me while keeping me pinned down."

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? ~ "H-Hell yeah! Y-You should see the stuff I find around, s-some people out there are goddamn crazy. A-At times in a really good way. W-We don't try everything I-I bring back, but Clarissa is pretty adventurous, s-so...let's say that we have a lot of unconventional fun.~"

Favourite place to have sex? ~ "F-For me? The back of my ship. I-It's messy and there's not much room, b-but it's intimate. An-And I just love how hearing the echoes o-of the sounds she makes."

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? ~ "N-No gravity chamber. I-It's trickier than it looks, trust me."

How often do they fight? What about? ~ "W-We do, but not too much. U-Usually is about random shit, l-like if I touch something of hers I shouldn't touch or-or if she presses some subjects too much. B-But it's never big fights. M-Maybe we give each other the silent treatment for a day, an-and that's it. T-There was this one time we fought over our hair, pfffft. I-I don't even remember what I said, b-but she got offended an-and she mocked me for my bald spot."

Have they ever broken up? ~ "A-Again, fourth wall break...Y-Yeah, we did. An-And we didn't see each other for eight years after that."

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? ~ "C-Calling it 'messy' is a fuckin' understatement. I-It was ugly, almost violent. T-The worst break up I've ever had. W-We hurt each other so badly tha-that we still feel it, e-even after all those years."

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ ic :: fourth wall break ]#[ You and I are a spark so hot so bright but we burn too fast :: Rick & Clarissa ; pre breakup arc ]#dynamoprotocol #suggestive tw #[[ breaking 4th wall is a Rick thing -eyeroll- ]]#[[ but he also wanted to be more accurate so I let him ]]#[[ read more here too because this memes are long af xD ]]#[[ Rick was really dedicated to their relationship ]]#[[ or well as much as he could in the kind of mental state he was back then ]]#[[ but he also had his hang-ups not with Rissa but with himself ]]

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