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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏

Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 5] Childfree Weekend: Saturday

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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When Toji opens his eyes in the morning, he wakes up to an empty house. He doesn’t remember the last time he woke up to find the house empty on a weekend. The man isn’t sure if he likes the silence or if he hates it. He does know that he misses the little bugger that lives with him– However, he does appreciate sleeping in.

He sits, looking awkwardly around the place. He doesn’t know what to do with himself now. He can do all the housework, but should he really be wasting his free time doing housework? He doesn’t know the next time he’ll have a childfree weekend.

He finally stands up and walks to the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day. He isn’t sure what he’ll do first, but he isn’t going out of his apartment nearly naked. So he brushes his teeth, takes a quick shower, then puts on some clothes before he exits the apartment.

Now outside, Toji doesn’t really know what to do. Maybe he should get some breakfast since he doesn’t have anything to eat at his apartment. And as he takes in the sunlight, he thinks about you. He walks to your door and knocks. He wonders if it’s too early to be knocking, but to his surprise, when you open the door, you’re all ready.

“Oh, hey Toji. Nice to see you’re alive.” You greet him, and he cocks his eyebrow, absolutely confused as to what you say. You saw each other last night, he doesn’t understand why you’d say that last sentence.

“What do you mean by that?” Toji questions.

“I knocked on your door at around ten, planning to ask if you wanted to get some breakfast. Not a single word from the other side of the door.” You answer, and he furrows his eyebrows.

“What time is it?”

“It’s noon.” You tell him, and his eyes widen. He didn’t realize how late it was. He slept a lot– Well not that much since he fell asleep late. He had a lot in his mind last night, and he couldn’t fall asleep. You hear his stomach growl, and you chuckle, “And I can hear that you’re hungry.”

“Yeah…” He awkwardly laughs. You walk back inside to get your purse, and come out, closing the door behind you.

“Let’s go out to lunch.” You smile at him, and he nods in response. You both begin to walk to his car.

“Where do you want to go?” Toji asks, trying to know where he’s headed before he gets into the car. You shrug as you look at him, and he clicks his tongue. “What do you mean you don’t know? You’re the one that suggested we go out.”

“Well, you’re the one that’s hungry.” You respond because you won’t admit that you’re indecisive and have no idea where to go. “Plus, I decided where to go last night. It’s your turn.”

“Fine. But you better not have any plans because where we’re eating is an hour away.” He tells you, and you smile at him. When you get to his car, he opens the door for you. You thank him before getting into the passenger’s seat. He shuts the door and walks to the driver’s side. While you wait, you check your phone.

He gets into the car and doesn’t wait a minute to turn it on and begin the drive. You stop looking at your phone and begin to look out the window, trying to see if you can figure out where you’re going. He doesn’t play any music, and you begin to feel awkward as he quietly drives– Usually you’re with Megumi in the silence. But you’re not today. Yesterday you were too tired to care, both in the morning and in the afternoon when he picked you up.

“How’d you sleep? You were really knocked out when I was at your door.” You comment. He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly chuckling.

“I feel like I barely slept, if we’re being honest.” He answers. “I couldn’t fall asleep last night. When we got home, it took me four hours to fall asleep.”

“I hate that. Absolutely hate not being able to fall asleep. Just tossing and turning.” You say and he hums in response. He doesn’t say anything for a minute before he asks,

“How about you?”

“I slept like a baby.” You lie. Truth be told, you were also tossing and turning last night, but you don’t want Toji to ask why. For some odd reason, you were thinking about him. Maybe it was because he thanked you after you hugged him, but that touched your heart. You end up contradicting yourself as a yawn escapes your lips. “Thankfully it’s Saturday and you can take a nap after lunch.”

“Sounds like you need a nap too.” He ends up yawning as well.

“I don’t think so. Sometimes I yawn for no reason.” You tell him, and he ends up furrowing his eyebrows, confused. “Talking about sleeping makes me tired. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?” He replies. You think about it for a moment, before you slightly turn your head to look at the empty car seat, which makes you pout. You like hanging out with Toji alone but you sure miss the little stinker that sits in the back.

“How’s Megumi? Have you heard from him today?” You question, and you watch as he shakes his head.

“I woke up, and haven’t really checked my phone. I don’t want to bother him while he’s with his grandparents.” Toji answers. One hand tries to pat his pants for his phone, and when he finds it, he pulls it out and he hands it to you. “Will you check that I don’t have any messages from his grandparents?”

“Sure.” You turn on the phone and you do find a message. You don’t think the message is from Megumi’s grandparents though. It doesn’t state anything, but the winky face that she sends certainly voices everything that’s untold. You feel your face get warm and you end up saying, “Seems like you did end up texting one of the girls from the bar.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He asks.

“Iva says that she can’t wait to see you again.” You tell him, putting the phone on his lap. You certainly feel awkward while sharing that, and you can tell that he’s uncomfortable with that. He clears his throat before speaking again.

“Iva is this loaded lady that stopped by the shop around two weeks ago. She gave me her number and–” He begins to explain, but you cut him off.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to give me an explanation.” You say. Although it doesn’t help you much. The car ride ends up being awkward.

When you get to the restaurant, you’re surprised to stand in front of the same place you stood years ago. The same place your late husband blurted out his proposal. He had the most perfect, detailed plan, yet he couldn’t contain his excitement. You almost laugh, recalling the sweet moment. You now wonder why you never came back to this place after his proposal.

“Have you been here before?” Toji asks as you reminisce. You end up nodding in response. You two begin to walk to the door and he shares, “My wife and I used to frequent here.”

“That’s a crazy coincidence.” You respond as he opens the door for you and you enter the place. He walks behind you as you’re seated. You’re seated far away from the table that Kento ruined his great surprise in.

“Maybe we’ve bumped into each other before.” He says when he sits across from you. You end up shaking your head, and he asks, “Why don’t you think so?”

“We only came here like two times. We moved away after we got married and we never came back around since we got so busy with–” You try to think about what you got busy with. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall. It’s something clearly not that important now that you can’t remember. “We just got busy.”

“Fair.” He replies. “It’s been a while since the last time I came here too– Ever since Megumi was born. We also got busy, and then we moved away. Driving an hour really wasn’t worth it. The food is good, but not good enough to have a crying baby in the backseat for an hour.”

“The same Megumi that now loves car rides?” You question, and he pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing and nodding. You begin to look at the menu, and so does he although he already knows what he wants.

“He hated it so much as a baby. Usually babies love riding around in the car, but he hated it. He’s a weird kid.” He shares, earning a chuckle from you. “I miss the little shit, I won’t lie.”

“Don’t refer to your son as a little shit.” You say, causing him to laugh. The waitress walks to your table and takes your drink orders. When she walks away, Toji speaks up,

“I don’t know what to do with myself without him. He usually dictates what I do during the day.”

“Yeah… It’s nice to have a couple of days to yourself though.”

“Yeah, it was certainly nice to go out last night without a problem– And be able to sleep in. You won’t believe the time Megumi wakes up. Every weekend he can magically wake up at the ass crack of dawn.” He tells you, causing you to laugh. “If you love to sleep, try not to have kids.”

“Got it.” You laugh. You begin to converse about something else, getting comfortable again, completely forgetting about Iva. You’re so focused on your conversation that you almost miss a certain person that you see through the corner of your eye. It ruins your mood, and Toji notices.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking around. It must be something around here since your mood suddenly changed, and he hadn’t said anything that was tragic. “Did–”

His eyes land on the same man that he saw at the beach. You’re not looking at him, but it’s hard to ignore a young man with a head full of white hair. Toji furrows his eyebrows before he asks, “Who is he exactly? You never told me–”

“A piece of shit.” You respond. You have no intentions of sharing, and Toji respects that even though curiosity kills him. “I might tell you one day. But I don’t want to talk about it today. I was planning to have a decent day.”

“What happened to having a good day? Was that not in the cards?” Toji questions, making you shake your head. You hold back a laugh as you say,

“I knew I was going to see you so having a good day wasn’t really an option.” You watch Toji roll his eyes before he chuckles.

“You should be honored to be in my presence.” He responds before you both burst into a laugh. “Is that really why though? So I can stop joking with you.”

“I woke up with a headache this morning, and I think my period is almost here.” You share. He slowly nods in response. You receive your drinks and the waitress takes your food orders before leaving the table again. “I just hope he doesn’t notice me. He’s annoying– Especially when he says that I have the audacity to move on so fast.”

“Well… I’m not saying that you’ve moved on, but we did–” He begins and you interrupt him before he can finish the sentence.

“How long did it take you to be with someone else after your wife died?” You ask, hoping that it’ll shut him up before he judges you. But his response isn’t what you want.

“You’re actually the first woman I’ve been with in two years.” He confesses, which takes you back. You’re definitely surprised to hear that, and now you feel bad for even asking. “When we slept together, how long ago did your husband die?”

“Almost three months– But that’s not the point. I haven’t moved on. If I had, I would be in a relationship right now, and frankly, I don’t think I will move on. I was just so touch deprived… I hadn’t slept with anyone for over a year and you were just there and–” You try to explain yourself. “Point is, I haven’t moved on. And Gojo certainly doesn’t know that we had sex.”

“Yeah… I guess it’s none of his business who you’re with anyway.” Toji says, making you nod in response. You try to change the topic, and you begin to talk about something meaningless, but it catches his attention.

Luckily enough, Satoru doesn’t notice you while you have lunch with Toji. After eating, Toji suggests you walk around this park that’s near the place, so you do. You crack a couple of jokes while you do so, and you come to realize how you’re having such a great time with him. He realizes it too, and he finds himself smiling, realizing that he finally has a proper adult friend that he can talk to.

“I never asked, is your headache gone?” Toji asks and you hum in response. You spot an empty bench, and you walk towards it.

“Took some medicine and it was gone. I wouldn’t have gone out if I still had one.” You answer, taking a seat on the bench. He takes a seat right next to you. You look at the playground and say, “Maybe you could bring Megumi here one day. I know he’d have fun in that playground.”

“There’s a park near the apartment.” Toji reminds you.

“Not nearly as fun as this one. Don’t you try, I’ve walked past that park.” You argue. Toji looks at you while you watch the children play. Toji’s curiosity sparks, so many questions about you rising. But maybe it’s best not to ask right now because it’ll ruin the mood. Too many conversation topics that have come up today have had the chance to ruin the day, and he doesn’t want the next one to be the cause of the day being ruined.

“Y’know… It’s fun to have someone to talk to.” Toji speaks up, and you smile at him. You slightly tilt your head, and he says, “I mean… The guys at the shop are alright, we crack jokes and stuff but I’ve never felt like I could really talk with them about personal shit.”

“You feel like you can talk to me?” You question and he hesitantly nods. You smile at him before you wrap your arms around his neck and you pull him in for a hug. “I’m so glad because I also feel like I can talk to you.”

“Yeah…” He responds, hugging you back. Although, he doesn’t know anything about you and you avoid talking about yourself. He won’t argue with you about it, you’re slowly opening up. You two are getting to know each other.

You smile brightly when you pull away, and Toji’s mind goes back to last night. He was tossing and turning, trying his best to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. For some reason you were on his mind. You just looked so pretty, and for some reason he couldn’t get it off his mind. And while he thinks about it, his hand goes to your cheek. He gently caresses your face.

“You’re really pretty.” He compliments you, and you know what’s about to happen. Maybe you’re not thinking straight because you won’t push him away. His face creeps closer, and you know that you don’t want anything serious. Kissing is just so intimate but– Your head moves closer to his head too.

Your lips meet, and you shut your eyes. It just feels so nice to have someone else’s lips on you, and Toji is the perfect man to do so. The kiss is short and sweet, and when he pulls away, he bites down on his lip.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Toji says.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.” You end up sighing, your face warm. You look away, focusing on something else because you’re too embarrassed to look at him.

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gunilslaugh · 4 months

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Flash Drive

Lee Jooyeon

Summary:Jooyeon accidentally left the flash drive he needed for a class presentation with you. Naturally you went to his class to return it for him, which somehow ended up with dating rumors about you two. (non-idol au)

WC:~1.3k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

It was your off day. You didn’t have any classes to attend to, so you were gonna use your free day to relax, study and get your laundry done. You grabbed your laundry basket and headed to your small utility room in your apartment. You began to load the laundry machine. When you pulled out one of your sweats from the basket you noticed that there was something in one of the pockets. You reached your hand into the pocket and pulled out a flash drive. A wave of confusion washed over you. Why did you have a flash drive in your pocket? You hadn’t used any flash drives recently. Then it hit you. This was Jooyeon’s flash drive. He asked you to hold onto it yesterday because he was paranoid about losing it while you guys went out to dinner after finishing your classes for the day. The flash drive had his presentation on it for one of his classes. That’s when another hit of realization hits you. This flash drive has his presentation on it that he was supposed to present today! You quickly threw on a pair of shoes and practically went flying out the door of your apartment.

Meanwhile Jooyeon has just gone through his bag for the third time. Panic started to settle in. Did he really lose the flash drive that he needed for a really important presentation? A presentation that makes up most of his grade.

“Dude, what are you looking so frantically for?” One of Jooyeon’s group partners asks.

“Just something,” Jooyeon answers while rummaging through his bag, yet again.

“Wait, don't tell me you lost the flash drive,” Jooyeon’s other partner says.

“I swear I put it in my bag,” Jooyeon defended.

“What are we gonna do? You know how important this presentation is.”

“Looking for this?” You appeared behind Jooyeon. Holding the flash drive out, dangling it in front of his face. Jooyeon lets out a breath of relief, letting you drop the flash drive into his palm.

“You're a lifesaver. Why do you have it though?” Jooyeon asked, turning around to face you. Now he is able to take in your appearance. Hair messily pulled back and you're wearing your lounge clothes that you usually only wear at home. He notices that your breathing is a bit labored too. Did you run here?

“You asked me to hold onto it last night. Then forgot to take it back,” you tell him.

“Ah that’s right. When we had dinner,” he said, now remembering that he didn’t put it in his bag.

“Yep, you’re lucky I found it before I washed it with my laundry. Anyway I’m sure you guys want to go over your presentation before presenting, so I’ll leave now. See you after class” you tell Jooyeon.

“See you. Thanks for running this to me.” He held up the flash drive.

“Sure thing. Do well.” You gave him two light punches on his shoulder. With that you took your leave.

“Jooyeon!” a dude a couple rows back called out. Jooyeon turns around to look at the guy.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Was that your girlfriend?” he questioned.

“Why?” Jooyeon feared that he knew what was coming.

“If she isn't I was going to ask if you could give me her number.” There it is. Exactly what Jooyeon feared. Because technically no, you weren’t his girlfriend. However he was planning on confessing to you. He still doesn’t exactly know when yet, but he is going to confess to you. He could do it sometime next week, next month, next year, sometime in the next ten years, but he was going to do it. Jooyeon definitely doesn't want anyone else trying to take you from him, so he lies.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He only feels a little bad about lying. He does plan on making you his girlfriend, so it won’t be a lie forever.

“You’re lucky,” the guy says.

“I know,” Jooyeon replied cheekily and turned back around.

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“Y/n I didn’t know you were dating Jooyeon.” Your friend stated upon taking their seat next to you.

“Who spread that rumor?” you laughed. “Jooyeon and I are only friends,” you informed.

“Really? How come people are talking about Jooyeon’s pretty girlfriend who dropped off his flash drive yesterday then?”

“I don’t know. I mean I did drop off his flash drive, but I did it as a good friend,” you say. You wouldn’t have minded dropping it off as his girlfriend though. Truth be told, you thought about what it would be like to be in a relationship with Jooyeon more than you should. Then again how could you not think about dating Jooyeon. He would walk you back to your apartment whenever it was late. He buys your favorite snacks. Even if you’re too busy to actually see each other he always texts you. He leaves little doodles in your notebooks for you to discover later. He insists that it wasn’t him, but who else would have left the exact plushie you were talking about wanting on your desk.

“I guess people just misunderstood then,” your friend said.

“Yeah, I guess.” You wish it wasn’t a misunderstanding though.

After classes you headed across campus to go meet Jooyeon. You took a seat on one of the cement around a big planter.

“Are you waiting for Jooyeon?” a random guy asked you.

“Uh, yeah,” you answered a bit awkwardly.

“I was a bit sad when Jooyeon said you were his girlfriend. I wanted to hit on you,” he disclosed. Wait, it was Jooyeon who spread the rumor about you two dating. That must mean that he likes you too. Why else would he spread such a rumor?

“Oh, sorry to disappoint,” you joked.

“All good. It makes sense that you’re taken. He better treat you right though.”

“Y/n!” Jooyeon calls for you.

“He does,” you answered. You got up to go meet Jooyeon. Who was feeling uneasy because he saw the guy talking to you was the same guy who wanted your number yesterday.

“You ready to go?” you checked.

“Yeah, but uh what were you two talking about?” Jooyeon had to ask. He has to know if that guy was hitting on you despite knowing that you were his “girlfriend”.

“He said he felt sad when you told him I was your girlfriend because he wanted to hit on me.” You gave Jooyeon a look. “Care to explain?” Jooyeon knew he was screwed.

“No.” Jooyeon began to quickly walk away.

“Jooyeon wait!” You caught up to him and grabbed his hand. “I’m not mad, but I do think we should talk,” you say. Jooyeon could only feel partially relieved. He was glad that you weren’t mad. He was still nervous about talking to you about it though.

“Ok,” Jooyeon responded. He let you drag him somewhere where there weren't many people around.

“Why did you say I was your girlfriend? You know we aren’t together,” you questioned.

“I know. I’m sorry, but that guy said if you weren’t my girlfriend then he wanted your number. I couldn’t give it to him though. I know you aren’t my girlfriend, but I was planning on confessing, so I didn't think it would do any harm if I lied a little bit. I was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend in the future. I know it was probably not the right thing to do, but I didn’t want anyone else to steal you from me,” Jooyeon rambled out, long winded.

“Jooyeon.”

“Yeah?” He can barely hold eye contact with you.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you stated.

“Like- like me?” Jooyeon’s heart races. “So you’ll be my girlfriend then?” he questions.

“Yes I’ll be your girlfriend,” you smiled. Jooyeon pulls you into a loving embrace.

“Thank you. You saved me again. It would have been so embarrassing if I had to tell them you weren’t actually my girlfriend,” Jooyeon says from over your shoulder.

“Yeah what would you do without me,” you joked. Jooyeon laughs and pulls away from the hug.

“Come on. Let’s go on a date.” He laces your hand with his. The two of you happily walk off campus together.

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hubbvrd · 7 months

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Family | Sam Hubbard

summary — sam meets your family for the first time

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 2058 words

notes — y/l/n = your last name ; y/m/n = your mothers name ; y/f/n = your fathers name

Nervously, you try again to follow the steps of the hairstyle video that is playing on your cell phone.

Although it wasn't a complicated hairstyle and the woman in the video showed you the steps in detail, you just couldn't manage it, which was probably due to your nervousness.

Because today was the first time you were going to introduce Sam to your family.

Your family already knew that you had been in steady hands for three months and they had been planning to invite you and Sam to your parents' house for months.

However, since the NFL season had started again a few weeks ago, this had more or less turned out to be difficult, as Sam was quite busy and it was difficult to find a day on which the family reunion could take place.

Because if you and Sam could, someone else couldn't. But today was finally the day and in less than an hour your family would meet the man by your side who made you happy beyond measure.

With a quiet curse, you locked your cell phone and threw the hair ties back in the box before glancing at your reflection in the mirror.

Your make-up was surprisingly perfect today, which, to be honest, didn't happen very often.

But now you had to come up with a plan B for your hair.

Before you could think any further, however, the bathroom door opened and Sam stuck his head inside.

"Honey?" Sam asked, looking at you through the mirror.

"Yes?" you replied and turned to face him as Sam opened the door a little more and came inside the bathroom.

"Can I put this on like this?" as he spoke, he made a hand gesture to draw attention to the white shirt he was wearing.

"Do you want me to get you another jacket?" you tease him, grinning slightly as you take a step towards your friend and straighten the collar of his shirt.

"Am I too overdressed?" You can hear the slight panic in his voice, so you carefully place your hand on his bicep and look up at him.

"No, babe. You're not. But I know you don't like wearing shirts too much, so a white T-shirt would be perfectly fine."

You give him a gentle look as his expression slowly relaxes.

"You know how important it is for me to make a good impression on your family. I want them to like me," he says openly, expressing his thoughts and concerns.

You knew that Sam was pretty nervous about today's meeting and had already been worrying a lot, so much so that you had found him in the kitchen yesterday in a state of total agitation, driving himself crazy with the worst things that could happen today.

"I know that and so will you. They'll love you just as much as I love you."

You carefully place your hands on his cheeks, which you gently stroke with your thumbs and begin to notice that your boyfriend is slowly beginning to relax under this touch.

"Thank you," he says and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "So you'd rather wear a T-shirt, eh? I don't want them to think that I only wear shirts in my free time."

Before you can even begin to reply, Sam has already disappeared from the bathroom to get changed.

And so you turn your attention back to your hair problem, hoping to get a proper hairstyle in the next few minutes.

Barely fifty minutes later, you finally reach your parents' house.

You simply couldn't miss the house, as it was the most conspicuous house on the street.

You remember all too well how your father took you and your brother to the DIY store one day, where the two of you were allowed to choose a color for the front of the house.

And since then, the yellow house lit up the whole street.

But it wasn't just the yellow color of the house that was striking, but also the countless colorful flowers that stretched from the driveway all the way up to the house and gave you the feeling of being in a flower paradise.

"The potted flower was a really good idea for your mother," Sam grinned as he got out of the car and reached for the potted flower he had chosen as a gift for your mother.

He had bought a six-pack of beer for your father, which he tucked loosely under his arm and grabbed your hand with his other hand, interlacing your fingers.

"You got that tip from me too," you grin before you make your way to the veranda together.

Countless colorful flower pots of all sizes had found their place on the veranda and here, too, there was a beautiful colorful chaos.

Your mother loved flowers and gardening so much that you have never known your home without colorful flowers for as long as you can remember.

A smile immediately began to form on your lips as you started to feel at home again.

You've hardly seen your family in the last few weeks and have only spoken briefly now and again, as the last few weeks have been pretty stressful. But that makes you even happier to finally see them all again.

"Ready?" you whisper quietly in Sam's direction as you suddenly start to get nervous yourself.

For the first time in four years, your parents would be meeting a new man at your side and you were really nervous about how they would find Sam and how everyone would get along.

"Ready," Sam assured you, gently squeezing your hand to confirm his word.

Without hesitation, you raise your hand and knock firmly on the white door, which seemed to have seen better days.

It didn't take long for the door to open and your mother appeared with a broad grin.

"My darling! There you are!" your mother happily pulls you into a tight hug, which makes you feel like you can't breathe for a moment.

"I'm happy to see you too, Mom. But if you hug me so tightly, I won't get to eat," you reprimand her lightly, while a soft giggle creeps over your lips.

"I'm just so happy to finally see you again" as she speaks, your gaze wanders over to Sam and, so that your boyfriend can greet your mother better, you carefully remove your hand from his.

"It's really nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N. I'm Sam, Sam Hubbard."

With a nervous smile, Sam holds out his hand to your mother, but your mother ignores the gesture and pulls Sam into a warm hug with a big grin, which takes Sam quite by surprise, so you press your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

"Call me y/m/n, please! I've heard so many positive things about you and I'm so excited to finally get to know you better," she babbles as she pulls Sam into the kitchen with her and begins to engage him in conversation.

With a smile on your lips, you look after the two of them before walking through the open hallway into the living room and then outside onto the terrace, where you find your brother and father already having a barbecue.

You could never have imagined that your mother wouldn't like Sam, as it was pretty easy to win your mother's heart and convince her of your boyfriend.

But this would prove more difficult with your brother and your father, and you start to hope that Sam will be able to win them over with his easy-going and charming manner.

"Hey Dad, Hey Nolan," you greet them both and are pulled into a warm hug one after the other, something your family was all too well known for.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?" your father asks as he looks behind you into the house and keeps his eyes peeled for Sam.

"He's at mom's. I think she's already feeding him all sorts of things so he won't be hungry for meat anymore," you say with a wry grin, causing your father and brother to roll their eyes.

"Would you like a drink?" your brother asks shortly afterwards, holding out a bottle of water and a can of Coke.

"Thanks," you thank him and reach for the can of Coke.

With the can in your hand, you watch your brother and father tending to the barbecue.

Shortly afterwards, Sam and your mother join them and Sam was actually eating a piece of homemade bread.

"Your bread is really incredible, y/m/n," he praises your mother, whose cheeks immediately turn red and you knew that Sam's charm had your mother wrapped around her finger.

"Dad, Nolan? That's my boyfriend, Sam. Sam? This is my father y/d/n and my brother Nolan," you introduce the three of them to each other and watch, heart beating faster, as your brother and father look at Sam critically for a moment before the two of them pull him into a warm hug as well.

First part successfully mastered and hopefully the rest of the day would continue like this.

While Sam joins your father and brother at the barbecue to start chatting with them, you follow your mother into the kitchen, where you find countless tasty treats.

Every time you have a barbecue at home, your mother literally outdoes herself with baked bread, fruit platters and salads.

"Wow. That looks really incredible, mom" you praise her as you help her take the food out to the table, as the meat will be ready in a few minutes.

"Thank you, darling," she replies with a smile and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I like Sam. He makes a really good impression. I think he'll fit in well with our family."

You feel the warmth rise slightly in your cheeks and a warm, pleasant feeling spreads through your stomach.

All the worries you used to have about your family not liking Sam or Sam not feeling comfortable here are gone.

"Thanks, mom, that's really nice to hear. And I hope Dad and Nolan will see it the same way."

"They do, look," with a nod, my mom pointed towards the garden, where all three of them were standing a little way from the barbecue, throwing the football to each other, and Sam was the one grinning the most.

And to capture this moment in pictures, you reach for your cell phone to take a photo.

After everything is ready on the table, a few minutes later the meat is ready and you're all sitting at the table together.

Sam, who is sitting next to you, has your left hand on your leg while he keeps trying to tell your mother that he has had enough of all her salads on his plate.

But she keeps trying to push more on him, so you have to speak up to stop her.

"Mom, I think that's enough. Otherwise I'll have to roll him home later," you joke, making the whole table laugh.

"I'll be happy to pack you something for tomorrow or the next few days, Sam. You have to try everything," your mother babbles again, before shoving a piece of meat into her mouth and starting to chew with relish.

"I have a better idea," Sam began, squeezing your leg gently before continuing. "Why don't we repeat this day more often? Then I can continue to enjoy y/d/n's barbecue skills and taste your delicious dishes."

It wasn't always the biggest words that became the most meaningful words.

Because it was often normal sentences that changed things.

And Sam's words were such words.

It couldn't make you any happier that Sam got on so well with your family and even wanted to see them again more often.

With a broad grin on your lips, you pull his face closer to you.

"I love you so much. And those words are so incredibly sweet of you," you breathe softly against his lips before kissing him.

And thanks to your family, who have welcomed Sam so incredibly well and have already taken him into their hearts, you know for sure that Sam is the right one for you and your family.

#sam hubbard x reader #sam hubbard #samhubbardimagine #nfl imagines #samhubbardxyn #cincinnati bengals #nfl #nfl imagine #nfl fic #nfl fan fic

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soraviie · 11 months

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━ type: jungkook x gn! reader ━ navigation

━ about: a healthy splash of angst; reader is slightly older than Jungkook (also in denial) and he is a whole forest because there's just so much pine

━ requested by @manavi-meera (?) tumblr deleted your ask when I tried to write in it, all I saw was the gif :/

"Just think about it."

"It's Jungkook!"

"Yeah, it's Jungkook. So think about it."

"Hmm."

It's around when your foot is halfway across the threshold that Yoongi speaks again — just as somber as he'd begun the conversation. If, of course, one's ex-boyfriend turned best friend hurtling a bunch of mistruths and delusions at a completely oblivious and confused party of the other could be construed as a "conversation".

"Oh and ______________?"

You turn around, feeling some form of clammy fear sink its grimy talons around your gut the longer this stifled, awkward bout of silence drags on.

"Yeah?"

"Just...be kind. No matter what you do."

And because for some unknown reason a sudden knot appears at the base of your throat, you can't speak — without rhyme or reason it seems nigh impossible to utter a single word so you nod. Nod and leave Yoongi to sit in his studio alone and with that disconcerting glimmer in his eye.

Jungkook liking you — one has to laugh!

“Old man has to be checked for dementia,” you grouse to yourself, the only thing hearing your discontent being the darkness of the emptied hallway.

The thought! The absolute gall!

Jungkook liking you…

It’s — it's ridiculous!

But because of one nosey little fucker, the idea has been planted in your head now and like an invasive species of flora, it refuses to leave your gardens alone.

You try to imagine, you give it an honest, good effort but even now, after all these years what you see before your eyes when thinking of Jungkook are those big, wet eyes. It doesn’t matter how many tattoos and piercings he adorns himself with, how many bikes he drives through the night in the name of the thrill, none of it matters — to you he’s just a gangly kid, always turning his face away so you don’t see the nearly constant state of panic reflected in his features.

What Yoongi has been smoking you have no idea, frankly you certainly don’t want to try it if it causes this sort of brain damage.

Jungkook yearning for you.

Yearning. Just hearing that word bounce back in your skull makes you scoff. Yearning was for torrid love affairs and sentimental romance books; no one in real life yearned. Who could possibly have the time?

Grab your jacket —> go home —> forget this ever happened —> maybe share a demure chuckle or two with Yoongi five years laters, because obviously he’d be embarrassed about being this wrong about something but the plan is fucked.

It’s fucked because big, brown eyes are staring right back at you, as you round the corner into the wardrobe and more importantly they’re holding your jacket. Well, his hands, not the eyes. Eyes couldn’t hold things.

“Welcome back,” Jungkook outstretches the jacket towards you, his voice rumbling low in the chest. It’s usually a pleasant hum but because of Yoongi you cannot help but wonder whether it’s a pleased hum as well. “Why didn’t you tell me you're stopping by?”

Had it been just yesterday you would have punched his arm, rolled your eyes and annoyed the ever loving shit out of him, saying he’s not your boyfriend — you don’t owe him to know when and where you’re coming and going but it’s today and suddenly merely touching him feels excruciatingly awkward.

“Must have slipped my mind,” you mutter, struggling to put the jacket on. A faint wrinkle of discontent worms its way in the space between his eyebrows. Frustration rises and he outstretches himself to help you — out of instinct, out of annoyance? — you're not quite sure, before it never crossed your mind to ponder about it. However, now that you do your legs take an automated step back and Jungkook's hands after a second of lingering contemplatively into the air, half reached out towards you drop back to his thighs — unassuming and still.

"Something wrong?" he asks, inclining his head to the side and why....

...why is it sort of cute?

Cute in a very Jungkook way but not in a usual Jungkook way because usually he was like a little brother you never wanted and...

"__________________?"

...and you're spiralling.

"Yeah?" you blink down on him and the frown on his face deepens.

"You're a bit," jerkily, he waves his fingers around. "Out of it."

"You're like a brother to me, right?"

You didn't mean for it to come out as a question but it is now and it's terrifying. It's terrifying because Yoongi was right. Jungkook's not laughing or scoffing or even acting annoyed or offended by this familiarity. Rather there's this ashen film covering his face and the longer his gaze flits anxiously from one spot to another — anywhere but your own persona — the more you understand.

He'd thrust his heart into your awkward hands and now you're simply horrified to even hold it with more pressure — what if it breaks, what if you hurt it in anyway? It feels more like an injured bird than a heart — any wrong move and you would do something that would weigh down on you for the rest of the remaining days.

It's your turn to call out his name and echoing the same confused, absent-minded state you're in, he hums at the mention of his name, eyes hazy and teeth gnawing on his lip.

"I mean I always thought we're...friends, you know?"

"You're still—"

"I'm not little anymore."

For a second he gains a new sort of resolution - the hazy veil in his eyes is traded for something more steel like and his spine straightens just for a second befoer he collapses into himself, muttering with no small amount of bitterness:

"I'm not a kid, ___________, and you're not that much older than me."

"I know it's just," there is an ill-willing sense of a migraine coming on - you could feel it into the tepid albeit painful tension sitting at the base of your neck. "I guess it's just hard to shake off first impressions, Koo."

He gives an ugly sort of snort — a bit bitter, a bit self-depreciating — and you swear there is a "don't I know it" under his breath, grumbled in a tone that implies it's something of an inside joke with himself.

You wonder what it means.

"I'll walk you home," he suddenly utters, jumping up from the seat. Was he always such a beefcake? Your stare lingers just a touch too long and now that the proverbial scales had been ripped off your eyes you fully grasp how he preens underneath this crumb of attention.

It brings back the awkward feel in your hands — like holding something too small and too precious while walking across a tightrope.

"I didn't ask—"

"Tough shit," he throws over his shoulder, already walking away, pretending to be all cool.

"When did you get so commanding?" you grouse, rushing to keep up with him. It's a bit easier to breathe for now, here in the desolate hallway of HYBE's lower wardrobess, things have for now returned to normal and you revel in that fact though in the back of your mind you know things are soon to change. Conversations will be had and secrets will be spiilled, be it for better or worse. You know it and Jungkook knows it but for now you both pretend it's the same it used to be and bicker to your heart's delight.

"Spank me then."

"Fucking perv."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

"From Namjoon's truly godless porn sites."

"I'm a good boy, I would never."

"Wipe that sly grin off your face and maybe I'll believe you."

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

#why did this turn out so messy lmaaaoooo #yoongi being the ex boyfriend whose aware of Jungkook's feelings #reader being awkward and scared #and older than Jungkook #and him pining for reader but clearly being insecure about the age thing and how being viewed as a kidd #this is some telenovela shit (T_T)#anyway I'm back baby #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #bts angst #jungkook angst #bts drabble #jungkook drabbles #file/picture series/jungkook

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kiss-me-muchoo · 1 year

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Tenderness || Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re ghosting Eddie because he didn’t stop Chrissy’s flirting. He appears in your window in the night, only to end up in a discovery of sexual fantasies. You have a pain kink and he has a lactating kink…. Warnings: SMUT. Minors drop your guns, you can wait a little more. emotional reader, naïve Eddie. Both are switches. Fingering. Pain kink?. Squirting. Breeding and lactation kink. Eddie cums in his pants. Eddie is a dork but we love him. A/N: I’m having pms rn. After a very emotional day, I just want Eddie to magically appear and suck my tender and swollen tits bye. NO PROOFREAD IDK IF ITS NOT HOT FOR U 💗

MASTERLIST IN MY PINNED POST!!!!!

“Y/N, hurry!” you heard Nancy Wheeler screaming to get you. You could take your mom’s car to school, but you were too insecure and anxious about start driving. But hey! you were a dedicated student, with college plans, already having a job in a little boutique. It’s not like you were behind your age just because you didn’t know how to drive yet.

One last look in the mirror; floral shirt dress with colorful tights and baby flats. You say baby because of the mini heels they had, so baby flats.

“Sorry, I woke up with PMS and tender tits, I’m moody, I warn you” Nancy rolled her eyes at your words, and later she extended her hand to you as she started the usual route from your house to Hawkins High. “Cash?…”

“Just because you take me everywhere and I love you….fifteen bucks for gas from your favorite passenger princess” you state applying some brown lipstick on the mirror on your hand.

“Why don’t you make Eddie your chauffeur again?” at that you rolled your eyes. You weren’t exactly happy with him.

“I’m mad at him” Nancy turned to see you, curiously wanting to know more.

“What happened?” you sigh, grasping the hem of your dress.

“I’m ghosting him because I saw Chrissy Cunningham flirting with him. And he didn’t

Said anything to her. He knows how much she pisses me off” Nancy nodded. She heard you on several occasions accusing Chrissy of being too friendly with Eddie.

“Eddie never wants to accept when he’s wrong so I scolded him and now I’m ghosting him” Eddie’s van is parked in the lot once you enter the school property. He would try to reach you today. Yesterday you ignored him all day, and you sent Steve and Robin to fully attend your store, so he couldn’t see you.

“Good for you. He deserves it, but talk to him” you nodded at Nancy’s words. You couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore Eddie forever, just a little more. After opening the car’s door, your arm brushed against your breast, and you noticed how tender it was.

“Another fucking day…” After that, Nancy and you parted ways.

After English class, you were supposed to go to lunch with the Hellfire Club, not that you were going to do it. You were still mad at your silly boyfriend. Just as you started walking through the hall, you noticed Eddie talking with Jeff in his locker. And just as he saw you, he started jogging towards you.

“Hey! Sweets, come here!” You turned away, running to the second floor, jumping against a boy’s lunch a little. “Y/n, wait!”

You were in better shape than Eddie. So you were able to run faster and hide in an empty classroom. After closing and locking the door, you saw Eddie’s shadow passing. You heard him mumbling and cursing in a low voice.

You just didn’t want to hear him yet.

There’s a tap on your window in the night. You know it’s Eddie. You ignore it and turn up the volume of your player. You were mad at him.

“Jesus, y/n. I’m getting numb all over here!” he could bet you were giggling. However, he kept hearing The Zombies across your room. He tapped again, more violently.

“Is not that high, Munson” you say after opening the door.

“Yeah, not when my balls are getting strangled by the tree right here” you roll your eyes and finally let him in. “See?. Wasn’t that hard to let me in, princess”

“Why don’t you go to tap on Chrissy’s window?” Eddie thinks it’s cute when you are jealous. He can finally see you in a pink top and underwear. Looking all cute with your fluffy hair, soft belly, and hard nipples visible under the top.

“I’m sorry. I know she can’t tell I’m not interested. But you were right, I should have told her no in the first place” you narrow your eyes looking at him accusingly. He’s giving you lost puppy eyes, you can’t stay mad any longer.

“Fine. I forgive you… but you have to tell me what’s in the bag. Plus, a massage on my tender and swollen tits” Eddie smiles and gives you a naughty smirk. He places the brown bag on your desk and turns to seat on the edge of your bed.

“I might have stopped in our favorite place to get some burritos, fries, and two slices of bread pudding and red velvet cake” after ignoring him for two days you feel a little guilty now. “Robin told me you are about to start your period. So I also got some painkillers and a heating pad. The one you wanted from K-Mart”

“Oh, Eddie” suddenly you get your eyes teary. You feel guilty because it wasn’t the big deal and you created such a show for nothing. “I love you so much, baby”

“I love you too, princess. Now come here” he pats his lap and you go without hesitation. He handles you so your back is touching his chest, your legs spread and his hands wrapped around your hips. “Let me show you how sorry I am”

“Tell me where it hurts” you guide his hands towards your tits. Instantly feeling a wave of heat shatter your entire body.

“My nipples, they’re hard and swollen. I can feel my tits so heavy, Eddie” maybe you are teasing him with your naughty tone. Eddie can’t help but feel his cock getting hard.

“Get comfortable, doll…”

“Oh, Eddie!” you were lucky to have the trailer by yourself. Your parents are out every Friday night. Perfect to let your boyfriend sneak in and let him fuck you. In this case, finger you. “Fuck!. I need more”

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he said behind you. The left side of your bed was facing a big mirror that was a door for your closet. Being a witness of you naked with your legs spread out for your boyfriend behind. One of his skilled hands caressed one of your breasts, now covered in baby oil. While the other was mercilessly fucking you. “C’mon, baby. Make a mess on your bed and the floor for me”

“Eddie!” He could hear you moaning all day and night. Your sounds always being so pretty and erotic at the same time. While you were discovering a weird pain kink. The way Eddie pinched your nipples and make you squirm was a lot of pleasure. A mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes! There, ohh!”

“Say you love how wet I make you…” you spread your legs more, holding on to his tight. Giving him more moans until you are starting to get a little shaky. “Shit!. I love how wet you make me. Always making me gush”

“Aww, Can you hear it? Squirt, princess” the squelching sound of your pussy was driving you crazy, but Eddie was concentrating on your tits bouncing in the mirror. They looked bigger after almost an hour of pinching and groping. Maybe he was also discovering a kink. His perverted little brain would associate your swollen breasts with you being pregnant. Fantasizing with you, moaning while he made you ride him, with leaky swollen tits and a bump in the middle… He opened his eyes in time to look at you squirting so hard while high moans left your mouth. Tears falling and a big blush on your cheeks. Without a warning, cum flooded his boxers.

“Goddamit” you heard him say. Because your eyes were seeing stars. Maybe you were still squirting, but you felt like under a spell. “And that’s how we start to ruin your mattress too, baby. We have to get matching stains!” . . “You’re a dork, Eddie. But thank you, my baby cramps feel better” trying to catch your breath, all you can hear is Eddie and you panting. Both with a goofy smile while looking at each other.

“You made me cum in my pants, y/n” a soft giggle from you made him smile. Your legs felt like jelly, so he helped you. “I think I have a breeding kink. Well, not sure if a breeding kink or lactation kink”

“My swollen tits made you cum on your pants like a pre-teenager?” he rolled his eyes, taking his pants off. The wet feeling was uncomfortable. “Don’t say it like that, but yeah. Your gorgeous swollen tits made me cum in my pants”

“You know women can lactate without being pregnant?” Eddie’s eyes opened widely. His cock getting hard again.

“Is that possible?” You nodded. Looking at the big wet spot on his boxers, you could see a new erection. Another thing to love about Eddie Munson, he was so needy just like you. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you”

“Shit, Eddie. You are having a kink discovery.” This time, he moaned when you started to palm him under his boxers. He throws his head against your headboard. “That’s why you suggested the baby oil in my tits, little freak”

“Stop making me feel so nasty. But… Would you let me try to make you lactate?” How can you say no to that dorky and beautiful eyes of his? it was barely impossible without hormones or therapy. But you would let him try…”Yeah. But you better in your best behavior. And that includes avoiding Chrissy Cunningham”

“I swear. On Monday I’ll leave it clear for her…” you nod, still palming him. “After you cum… Can we eat? I’m hungry”

“Sure, princess…” he leaned to kiss you on the forehead, and then he let his cock out.

On the high school hallways. Chrissy was retouching her gloss when he heard Eddie’s voice, making her smile with excitement. But when she turned around, you were by his side. And when you two passed in front of her, Eddie decided to say something to you.

“You still sore, doll? Guess I was too rough with you last night. Hopefully, you’ll be lactating in a couple of months” you instantly blush. Abruptly stopping Eddie at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“Eddie Munson! You can’t say that things out loud!” Eddie giggled, giving a big hug in the process. “But you wanted me to tell Chrissy to stay away from me”

“You nasty little pervert. I love you” he kisses you. Hoping he will let you know how much he loves you.

Part 2 where Eddie gets reader to lactate?

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x you

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thatfanficstuff · 9 days

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Not About You - 36

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x ofc

Warnings: nope

The next day, Lucy sat in the passenger seat of Damon’s car as he pulled up in front of Elena’s house. “Why are we here again?” she asked.

“Because I want to find out why John Gilbert is really in town. Last I knew Elena hated him so why call him for help?”

“Maybe because she couldn’t get the Salvatores wrapped around her finger like she was hoping? Who cares?”

Damon sighed. “I do because he could be a problem. We have enough of those without new ones showing up.”

“Okay, so why am I here? I could be watching a movie in my pjs eating ice cream right now.” She pouted.

He grabbed her chin and turned her head to face him before pecking her lips. “You are here because I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight for the next hundred years or so after yesterday.”

Yesterday had scared her as much as it had him so she wasn’t about to argue with him. Not yet anyway.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He jogged up to the front door which opened quickly. A moment later he was heading back to the car. Elena followed after him calling his name. Damon ignored her and got back in the car. “He’s not here.”

Lucy smirked and huffed a laugh. “I gathered.” She glanced at Elena and back to her boyfriend. “Are you really just going to ignore her?”

The teenager was now leaning on the hood of the car, glaring at Damon while she continued to say his name.

He rolled his eyes before putting his window down. “What?” he snapped.

Elena stomped over to his window. “What do you want with John?”

“It has nothing to do with you,” he answered.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course it has to do with me. Are you trying to get him to help you stop the sacrifice?”

Damon sighed. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

“I’m going with you.” She tried to open Damon’s door only to find it locked.

Lucy simply arched a brow at the exchange and shook her head. Maybe John Gilbert would be more cooperative if they had a hostage. Lucy climbed out of the car and leaned her seat up so Elena could get in the back.

“Seriously?” Damon muttered.

Elena scowled. “Oh hi, Lucy. I didn’t notice you. I really need to sit in the front. I get carsick. Sorry.”

“Listen, the only reason you’re getting a ride is because I’m offering you one. So get in the back or walk. I really don’t give a shit.”

The doppelganger narrowed her eyes but kept her mouth shut and crawled into the back.

Nobody spoke during the drive to the Grill until Damon reached over to link hands with Lucy. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

Elena made a noise of disgust from the back seat.

“Is there a problem, Gilbert?” Damon asked.

“I just didn’t realize you two were so close is all.”

“Then you’re an idiot,” Lucy stated to end the conversation. The girl was either blind, stupid or trying to stir up shit. With her, who knew.

They parked near the Grill and Damon held Lucy’s hand as they walked inside. John Gilbert noticed them immediately, his gaze moving between them and Elena. Damon led the girls over to the bar. “I want to talk to him alone.”

Lucy nodded, not having any interest in speaking to the man again. Elena, however, laid a hand on his arm. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Day, I think I should go with you.”

Damon stared at her hand in disgust before brushing it off. “My name is Damon, not Day or whatever variation you can think of.”

Elena rolled her eyes and huffed. “I mean it, Damon,” she said emphasizing his name. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Lucy bit her tongue. Her boyfriend could handle himself.

“But stupid is so much more fun,” he said with a wink in Lucy’s direction. She bit back the urge to laugh.

As he started to head to John’s table, Elena grabbed his arm again and stopped him. “I mean it. Control yourself. Be the better man. I know you can do it.”

His jaw worked as he glared down at her. Lucy pushed herself between the two of them and looped her arms around Damon’s waist. His gaze shifted to her and his features softened as he traced her chin with his thumb. “You do what you need to do, Day. I’ll grab a seat,” she said, deliberately using the nickname, and kissed him gently before pulling away.

He smirked then crashed his lips against hers and she opened her mouth to grant him access when he traced her lip with his tongue. Their kiss was unhurried but passionate and Lucy had all but forgotten where they were when Elena cleared her throat, interrupting them. They pulled away and Damon pressed one more quick kiss to her lips before heading toward John Gilbert. Lucy followed him with her gaze.

“You can’t just give him free rein like that, Lucy. You don’t know what he can be like,” Elena said from beside her.

Lucy glanced in her direction. “You don’t know anything about him. About either of them. You have some fucked up image in your head of what they’re like that is completely wrong, I assure you. Damon is not a horse. He doesn’t need to be broken or reined in. I’m pretty sure by his age, he’s figured shit out. He doesn’t need my permission to be himself and he sure as hell doesn’t need yours. Excuse me.”

There was an empty seat at the bar which Lucy claimed, turning her back on Elena as she did so. She ordered a bourbon and waited for her vampire to get done threatening the male Gilbert. It wasn’t long before Damon arrived and compelled the person in the seat next to her to move. After he’d gotten his own drink, he took a sip and turned to Lucy. “Thank you.”

She arched a brow. “For what?”

“For what you said to Elena.”

She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal and to her it wasn’t. “I fell in love with you just the way you are, not some romanticized version of you. I don’t need you to be anything other than what you are.”

“God, I love you.” He kissed her temple and she sighed in contentment as she leaned her head on his shoulder. His phone went off and he read the text before handing the phone to her. “Looks like we’ve got a rescue mission, beautiful. Let’s go.”

She read Stefan’s text informing them about Caroline’s kidnapping as she followed him out to the car. “Why is there so much damn drama in this town?”

As they neared the location Stefan had sent them, Lucy opened the glovebox and changed out the clip in her gun.

“What are you doing?” Damon asked, his voice tight.

She glanced to him with a lifted brow. “Wolfsbane.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. You are here strictly for post-rescue comfort.”

She thought about arguing or complaining about being left out but in the end she simply gave a nod. The tension visibly flowed from Damon with her agreement. Once he parked, he gave her a kiss, handed her the keys, and darted away to help his brother rescue Caroline. Lucy pulled out her phone and texted the situation to Elijah. Hopefully he could send help.

A short time later, her phone alerted her that her Original uncle wished to Facetime. She accepted and gave him a little wave when the call connected. He narrowed his gaze as he looked at what he could see around her.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m in the car like a good girl.” She turned the phone so he could see for himself.

She found him smirking when she turned the phone back. “How unusual for you.” He laughed when she glared at him. “I have sent Jonas to aid your Salvatores.”

Relief flooded through her. “Thank you.”

“Of course, little one. They are yours and you are mine. I will assist where I am able.”

They spoke until a knock on the window made her jump. Damon gave her a smile and she said her goodbyes as she leaned over and unlocked his door. “Caroline?” she asked once he was safely inside.

“She’s okay. She’s riding home with Stef.” He started the car but turned in the seat so he was facing her. “So, funny thing happened. Jonas Martin showed up and knocked out all the werewolves.”

“You don’t say?”

“He said ‘Elijah sends his regards’. Don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?” he asked with a crooked smile.

“Of course I did.” She shrugged. “It was a way I could help without being in danger.”

“Yeah, well, the witch saved our asses. Remind me to thank Elijah later.”

When they arrived home, Lucy sent Damon up to shower while she threw together food for everyone. Firstly, she headed down to the freezer to fetch blood for the vampires. Deer for Stefan and human for the other two. She warmed two bags for Caroline, the microwave going off just as Lucy heard the front door close. “Blood,” she announced.

Stefan and Caroline joined her a moment later. Lucy placed the blood on the counter and moved around to hug Care. The blonde held the blood bag with one hand and embraced her friend with the other. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Lucy whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Once Caroline finished the first bag, she dropped it and wrapped both arms around her best friend. Finally, they pulled apart.

“Drink the rest of the blood and the both of you get cleaned up. I’ll stick a pizza in the oven and we’ll have a sleep over in our room. The bed is big enough for all four of us, something I really don’t want to think about,” Lucy instructed, her nose scrunching.

Stefan chuckled and tugged Caroline away to his room. Lucy put the pizza in and warmed up blood for Damon. She took it up to their room so he could have it while it was warm. He was still in the shower and she looked him over from head to toe. “Well, hello you.”

He smirked. “You’re welcome to join.”

“Hmm. Tempting, but I have a pizza in the oven and Stefan and Caroline are coming up for a sleep over.” She handed him the blood and waited for him to finish so she could take the bag with her. A hollow gong sounded throughout the house. “And the doorbell just rang.”

Damon handed the empty blood bag over. “At least we know it’s not Elena. She would have just walked in.”

“That’s not as funny as you think it is, Salvatore,” she called over her shoulder. As she disposed of the bag in the kitchen, the bell rang again. “Oh, just fuck off already,” she muttered.

Opening the door revealed John Gilbert on the front porch. “Why?” Lucy asked.

The man blinked a few times. “Damon and I didn’t finish our conversation earlier. Can I come in?”

“No.” She moved to shut the door but he pressed a hand against the wood to stop her.

“Now, there’s no need for that. I think we got off on the wrong foot. We all want the same thing. We should work together,” John coaxed.

Lucy tilted her head as if she was contemplating his offer. He smiled and dropped his hand. She smiled in return though hers held an edge his didn’t. “You tried to kill my boyfriend. Do it again and I’ll kill you myself. Also, I see where Elena got her manners. Call next time.” She slammed the door and flipped both locks.

She turned to find Damon in only a pair of pajama pants watching in amusement. She shrugged. “Did you find out anything from him earlier?” she asked as she headed back to the kitchen.

Damon trailed behind her. “Not really. Let’s just focus on blondie tonight. We can worry about the assorted Gilberts tomorrow.”

They gathered pizza, drinks and snacks and headed up to their room to find the other pair already snuggled on one side of the bed. They put on a movie while they ate and slowly Caroline became more herself. By the time they fell asleep the girls were snuggled together with their boyfriends on either side of them. They had never felt safer or more content.

#damon salvatore x ofc #damon salvatore x oc #damon salvatore fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #series: not about you

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ursa-tan · 10 months

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Metamorphosis

No ship, just fluff!

Requested: No

When Howdy closes the Bugdega unexpectedly, all of his neighbours are extremely worried. The reader is a puppet in this, ever so slightly shorter than Frank and Eddie, who are both ~4 feet tall.

I'm getting fics out so fast because I broke my phone and have nothing else to do until I can get it fixed - then I can go back to doom-scrolling TikTok

Word count: 3,455 Reading time: ~12 mins

TW: None

Somehow, Julie had managed to drag you into helping her out with a party she was planning. Really, she had dragged everyone into it. Drag was the wrong word actually, you (much like everyone else) had volunteered yourself and then got assigned a job. The job in question? You were to bake a cake - or cupcakes, or anything you wanted really, but you had decided to bake a cake. Normally it's something Poppy would've done, but Julie had asked her to help with something else, so you were stuck on baking duty.

You had made the decision to get Wally to help you. He was an artist after all, how hard could baking be? And at the very least, you could get him to decorate the cake and keep you company while you baked it.

"Wally!" You shout, standing outside of Home. He had promised to be out at 11:30 am sharp and it's currently 11:45. You could all see the clock tower from your respective homes, so he had no excuse to be late.

A loud creak and banging of a door sounds from inside Home, closely followed by the sound of Wally's voice. It's too muffled for you to make out anything, but you can hear that it sounds relatively impatient. The sounds are then quickly followed up by what sounds like Wally running and nearly falling down the stairs. It’s a sound that makes you wince slightly.

The door whips open, although it’s obvious Wally wasn’t the one to open it. He’s still standing a little way away, signature cardigan half on as he tries to do his shoes up.

“What happened to ‘11:30 sharp’ huh?” You ask, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

“Sorry neighbour, something came up,” He mumbled, fully pulling his shoes on and finally exiting Home.

"Ok, well, I take that its all sorted now?" You ask, looking down at him as you begin the short walk towards Howdy's Place. You make sure to take smaller steps so he can stay by your side. Its not like you're that much taller than Wally, just enough so that you have to slow down ever so slightly.

"Yes, all sorted," He smiles, not looking up at you. He keeps pace with a little effort, having to walk slightly faster than usual.

The both of you chat pleasantly as you walk. It's the same thing that happens every time on the short walk. A pleasant little chat where you and Wally catch up on each others life. What is usual, however, is everyone crowded outside of the bugdega, chattering in hushed voices.

"Is everyone ok?" You ask, concerned as you come to a stop between Eddie and Barnaby. Wally slips in next to you.

"Howdy hasn't been seen since yesterday," Eddie mumbles, toying with Frank's fingers as he does, "He hasn't even called anyone, were all a bit worried."

Frank nods, humming in agreement with their husband. "Poppy tried calling him this morning, but he wouldn't pick up."

You look down at the ground for a moment, catching Wally's eyes as he tilts his head to look up at you. There's a look of curiosity in those deep black pits, one of concern too. It drives you forwards, taking the largest steps you can without seeing strange until you reach the door.

Realistically you know its impolite and completely improper, but you have to try it - so you place your hand gently on the handle and give the door a small push. It doesn't budge at all. You push again, hoping the door is just stuck in its frame for whatever reason, but again it doesn't budge.

"It's locked," You mumble, not turning around. No one answers, you're not sure if its because they had already tried or if they're ashamed for not having tried it. There isn't time to wait for an answer - not in your mind at least. Howdy never shuts the bugdega, ever, especially not without saying something to someone.

You press your face against the window, cupping your hands round your eyes. It gives you a slightly better view into the darkened space behind them. You look for the faint white glow of the fridge, but you can't find it. The fridge has been turned off - or maybe not turned back on after it turned itself off? Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Howdy is responsible, he wouldn't let his stock go bad, even if he was sick! Something in your gut is sitting horribly wrong.

"Did anyone notice the fridge isn't on?" You turn yourself back to the group, all of whom look up at you when you speak.

"It isn't?" Barnaby asks back, walking up to join you by the window, also pressing his face against it for a moment before pulling away. "You're right, it isn't..." He trails off, looking down at you in concern.

"Does anyone know what we should do?" It's Eddie's turn to speak up again, still messing with Frank's hand - this time smoothing his thumb over the wedding ring.

"Maybe we can take turns sitting outside and waiting for Howdy to come out?" Julie, who had been seemingly deep in thought up until this point, looks up at her best friend and their husband.

"We have to do something more than that," You say, once again turning back to look into the darkened Bugdega. Something is telling you that Howdy needs to be checked on.

"You can't get in, the door's locked, darling." This time, it's Sally's turn to speak up, as she approaches the door. She easily ushers you and Barnaby out of the way, head held high as she speaks in a quiet yet clear voice, shooing you both away.

No one speaks as she leans forwards, resting her cupped hands against the glass door to help her look inside. You're sure she quickly comes to the same conclusion as you, as she leans away and looks back towards the crowd. Surprisingly, she doesn't speak, only solemnly shaking her head and walking away to stand by Poppy.

Quiet chatter breaks out amongst the group once again, everyone seeming to break off into their own conversations as you collectively try and figure out how to get into the Bugdega.

You feel a soft tug on the back of your jumper just as you're about to say something to Barnaby. It's Wally, except he's not looking at you - another unusual thing to add to the list of the many things that have happened today. He's looking up at one of the windows on the second floor of the Bugdega, which is cracked open ever so slightly.

"Right," You mumble, patting Wally's shoulder. You know exactly what he's suggesting, even if he hasn't said it

Ideally, you'd want Howdy for this job. Even if he isn't the tallest neighbour, he does have very lanky arms and you know that you could easily reach the window if you stood on his hands. But he isn't here, so your next best bet is Barnaby.

"hey, Barn?" You ask, tilting your head away from the window and towards the massive blue dog beside you.

"Yeah, kid?" He breaks his eyes away from the Bugdega's door, looking at you. You can tell he's trying his best to hide his concern for the missing caterpillar.

"You think you could lift me up high enough to get into that window up there?" You once again look towards the window, pointing up at it.

"If you think you can squeeze in there," His words strike you, making you re-think your plan. The gap is pretty small, and even if you're one of the smallest neighbours, you doubt if you can squeeze in through a gap that small. "Maybe Wally could fit?"

The smaller puppets look up at the mention of his name, eyes moving slowly between you and the larger puppet. He doesn't seem to have heard Barnaby's proposition.

"You think you can fit through there Wally?" You ask, looking down at the little puppet.

He seems to hesitate for a second, looking up at the open window and thinking before looking back to you and Barnaby. He seems to be a little concerned.

"I'll follow you in," You say, smiling, placing a hand on his shoulder and keeping him close, "I just need you to get in there and open the window. Then we can look for Howdy together, promise."

"Ok neighbour, I'll do it." Wally nods, now waiting for Barnaby to pick him up.

"Right, up we go then." As Barnaby picks him up, the rest of your neighbours turn to face them. Wally is standing on Barnaby's hands, just about managing to reach the windowsill when Barnaby stands up on his tiptoes. You can see that it takes a lot of effort for them both to get Wally up there - the Bugdega is a massively tall building, and Wally has to hook his fingertips into the window to pull himself up.

"Ok kiddo, your turn," Barnaby mumbles, turning towards you and scooping you up next. It takes you a moment to get steady on his hands, but by the time you're as far up as he can get you, Wally has fully pushed the window open and is leaning out to grab your hands.

As soon as he can, Wally is gripping your wrists and pulling you up. He might not be very strong, but with the combination of being anchored at the windowsill by the waist and Barnaby giving you a final push from underneath, you manage to tumble into the window.

"Are we sure that's a good idea?" You can faintly hear Eddie ask from down below, probably feeling like breaking into Howdy's place isn't a great idea.

"It'll be ok Eddie." You hear Frank's vice next, comforting his husband. It's nice to know they always stick together.

"Ok Wally... Time to find Howdy," You mumble, standing up from where you were on the floor. Wally just nods, standing up and taking your hand. He seems a bit uneasy, and if you're honest, so are you.

All of the curtains inside are drawn, including the one in front of the window you just crawled through. Everything is also eerily quiet. You can't hear a single sound from anywhere inside the building, bar the soft tapping of the curtain as it flutters in the wind still coming from the open window.

You reach out and take Wally's hand, pulling him until his body is pressed into yours. The same something that told you Howdy needed to be checked on is also now telling you that you shouldn't check alone.

"Maybe we should check his bedroom?" Wally asks, looking up at you. His voice is still monotone but has lost that sleepy quality it usually has to it.

"Yeah... Seems like the right choice..." You mumble in response, beginning the slow search of Howdy's flat.

Much to your surprise, you don't find anything at all. There are no traces of Howdy anywhere you look. His bed is made, the kitchen is clean, and his bathroom sink is dry. As far as you can tell, it looks like Howdy kinda just... stopped existing.

"I think we should check the actual Bugdega... There's gotta be some evidence of him down there..." It's the first time either of you has said anything since you agreed with Wally on checking the bedroom. It feels wrong to break the near silence of the flat.

"Ok... I'm following," Wally murmurs, obviously not wanting to go first.

You have to move carefully down the stairs as you only have one of your hands to help support you. Wally is gripping tightly onto your hand as you both descend straight into the stock room. The smaller puppet is partially hiding behind you when you both step onto the cold concrete floor. You can hear the sound of your feet meeting the hard surface echo out.

"Howdy's in here..." Wally's voice is muffled as he hides his face in your back.

You hate to admit it, but you know he's right. Howdy is somewhere in the stock room - even if you can't hear him breathing or moving about, you know he's somewhere in here.

"Howdy?..." You call out, hesitant to make any noise in the near-silent room.

Wally continues to hide behind you as both of you explore the Bugdega's storage room. He seems to be trying to keep his face pressed into your back as you both explore. You can't blame him - if you had someone braver than you here, you'd probably hide your face in them... Probably Frank. Frank would think about this logically.

"Hey, Wally... Maybe we should find the keys and open the door to let everyo- AHHHH!" You interrupt yourself with a scream, loud enough to pierce the absolute silence of the storeroom.

Wally peaks out from behind you and promptly gasps in horror, probably already prepared for the sight due to your scream. You can hear someone pounding on the door faintly and the sound of someone else shouting in panic. You think you can vaguely make out the sound of Frank telling Barnaby to pick him up and help him through the window that you left open. But none of that matters.

In front of you is a massive cocoon. It's bigger than any of your friends and looks horrifically sticky in whatever light is keeping the storeroom from being pitch black. You hate to think about it, but you're pretty sure something inside it is moving. You reach forwards to touch it, despite it looking to be covered in some sort of goo, only to be tugged back by Wally.

"That looks like a cocoon," He mumbles, continuing to tug you backwards and away from it, "We should talk to Frank, they know a lot about bugs..."

"Ok, let's get Frank..." You're relieved that Wally brought it up, you don't want to be along in here any longer.

You both rush to find the keys and open the front door. Everyone seems to fret over how panicked the both of you look, especially Poppy. But you don't have time for that, not as you rush Frank in and towards where you found the cocoon. Wally doesn't know what to say, but you're convinced that whatever is in there ate your friend and shopkeeper.

Frank gets as close to it as he can without touching it, circling around it and inspecting it. They seem to reach a conclusion after a few minutes. They stand up and walk back towards you, wally and the neighbours who are now crowded behind you and murmuring quietly. Apart from Eddie, who is waiting outside because he hates bugs.

"I think you're right (Y/n), Howdy is in the chrysalis," They speak with clarity, standing up straight and puffing his chest out slightly, "I think Howdy is pupating."

"And... What does that mean for the big guy?" It's Barnaby's turn to speak now. It doesn't seem like anyone else can find the words, to be fair.

"He's becoming a butterfly!" Frank practically shouts, excitement evident. "O-Or a moth, of course! He could always be a moth."

"How long will it take? This whole," Barnaby pauses a moment to gesture to the chrysalis, "thing."

"Well, it can vary. Some species only take a few days to pupate and emerge, some take weeks or even months! And some even take years! I- We know nothing about what kind of butterfly- or moth! - Howdy is rather large, he could-"

"Frank. How long."

"O-Oh, uh, hmm. My best guess would be around a month, but i could be entirely wrong."

"Let's work with that then," Barnaby huffs, putting one hand on his lower back and one on his head. He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, "Someone needs to run the Bugdega while howdy is out of commission, we can't go a month without it."

"I can do that," You pipe up, smiling kind of nervously.

"Ok then kiddo. You sure you can manage that?" He's looking down at you like he doesn't think you can do it. You're determined to prove him wrong.

"Yes, I'm sure." You're not actually sure. Howdy is a lot bigger than you, has 4 arms, 4 legs and significantly more energy than you. But you have to try now, you said you'd do it.

And try you do. For the first week, it seems pretty easy. Very few things need restocking, and everything that does need to be restocked is light and easy to carry. You have to use a ladder to reach some of the shelves on account of them being built for someone who easily doubles your height and them some. But you manage. You run the bugdega.

However, as time goes on and the days roll by, the work gets progressively harder and harder. There's always something to do to keep the place in tip-top shape. You find that you barely have time to stop and eat, only ever managing quick snacks and things that you don't really need to cook. You also find that you're taking unwanted naps while tucked under the counter between customers due to staying up late to keep everything running smoothly.

On the upside, the apron makes you look cute. Even if Poppy had to make a custom one for you so you weren't tripping over the extra fabric.

"You look rough, kiddo," Barnaby chuckles to himself as he walks in, ringing the bell above the door and startling you from your half-snooze.

You jump up from where you were slouched on the counter, causing you to topple off the stool you had been sitting on and onto the floor. Barnaby pads towards you, leaning over the counter and chuckling when he looks down at the mess you've become.

"Have a nice trip? Don't forget to send me a postcard!"

"How does Howdy always have the energy to laugh at your jokes?... I'm utterly exhausted..." You pull an arm over your face, placing it so that the crook of your elbow rests over your nose.

"I'm just hilarious, that's all," The dog reaches over the counter and offers you a hand. You take it, albeit reluctantly, and allow him to pull you back to your feet, "funniest pooch around!"

"Normally I'd agree... But I'm not sure when the last time I got a full night's sleep was."

"Looks like never, if I'm honest," Barnaby doesn't stop when you're on your feet, keeping a hold of your hand and easily lifting you until you're sat on the counter, "If I'm being nice? Maybe about a week ago."

He chuckles as you lean forwards, your face buried in his chest fluff. His breathing nearly lulls you back to sleep immediately. It would've if it weren't for the familiar voice from behind you.

"Uniform looks good on you (Y/n), maybe I should hire you full-time."

It's Howdy, he's back and now significantly different. For one, he's not wearing a shirt, for another, he has a massive pair of butterfly wings coming from his back. Although those aren't the only things. He looks fluffier. Taller too. His limbs - from what you can see at least - fade into a darker, more forest green as they reach his hands. His antennae are also longer and curl around more, practically creating a small spiral. He also seems to be taller, on account of him ducking under the stockroom's door to get into the actual bugdega.

"You're back!" You call, scrambling off the counter with what energy you have and rush towards him. You stand on your tiptoes and hug him, burying your face into his fluffy belly.

"(Y/n)? You ok?"

"I tried running the bugdega while you were out. I couldn't do it." Your voice is muffled against Howdy's stomach as you hug him. You don't want to let go. Not only is your friend back, but now you get to go home and sleep properly for the first time in about a month and a half.

"I think you did a splendid job, the bugdega looks great." Howdy places a hand on your back, allowing you to rest against him for a moment.

Slowly, everything returns to normal. Sure, Frank won't leave Howdy alone unless Eddie physically drags them away. And yeah, Howdy has to have all of his clothes altered to fit his new stature. But over all, everything returns to normal, now with a slightly taller and prettier shopkeeper.

#howdy pillar #wally darling #reader #you #fanfic #fanfiction #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #welcome home #eddie dear #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #I guess technically mind horror?#Might get a little spooked #recently downloaded Grammarly #never realised how bad my writing was /j

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Escaping The Night (Part 5)

Welcome! - Introduction and request rules (important if you want me to write for you or you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff + Slow Burn

▶ Summary: Y/N is taken to the U.A for the first time by Aizawa, and on the ride there both parties try to unravel all the layers that the other has built up in order to try to understand another without knowing the other is trying to do the same.

▶ Warnings:

- Another slow chapter that mainly involves thinking about the other ( I pinky promise I have the whole plot planned out! It'll get better!

- Mention of poverty, mental illness, and behavioral issues when Aizawa is thinking about former students (for a split second)

- Once again, Shinso isn't in this chapter, but he will be soon!

- I had to make up a character for this chapter and he might return, sorry if you don't like that :(

▶ Word Count: 3630 (I try to aim for 3k to 5k since anymore will lag my phone)

➜ [Part 1]

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➤ [This is Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8]

➜ [Part 9] Coming Soon!

And with that, he gathered his keys and you silently trailed after him out of the door. When he had his back turned you looked down at your wrist.

That quirk canceller and tracker was still there, easily ruining any chance of escape without any real effort.

You scratched at it a bit before following Eraserhead out to his car.

And once more as he did the day before, Eraserhead opened the passenger door for you to get in, to which you did without a word.

The drive was silent just as it had been yesterday, the only thing new being the destination. You quickly realized that you were already falling prey to routine, one of the things you wished to avoid. Although it was small, you knew that falling into a routine could be as bad as it could be good, but either way once you were caught in the stream there was almost no chance of getting out.

However, the sedatives had made their way through and out of your system overnight, and so today you were feeling much more energetic and alert, as opposed to yesterday. You were going to make sure to stay on guard, because at this point you were a leaf being carried down the river of existence. Completely vulnerable, and at the mercy of wherever it carried you.

You decided to not resist being wound down the river, but rather just let it carry you and you'll adjust based on what was presented to you. Because that's all you could do at this point, so why waste energy when it wouldn't even make impact?

Buildings passed by in streaks, all of their colors merging into each other as your tired eyes tried to keep up with them and other passing objects, desperate for some kind of external simulation.

The car was warm, and Eraserhead had the radio on very quietly just to have some background noise. Whenever he thought about it, he realized that even though he always resented loud people and tried to avoid them, he somehow always wound up surrounded by them. He supposed that he must have gotten used to that enough because now he can't stand pure silence for too long, maybe for reading a book, but not for a lengthy amount of time anymore.

Aizawa internally chuckled at the realization, never having thought about it much. Maybe you were impacting him even though you've been in his care for less than a day. He wondered just how much he never thought about these small things, and especially why he was now.

Looking over at you from the side of his eye, Aizawa noticed that you were completely different from the night before. Whereas yesterday you were calmer and weren't as resistant, you were the complete opposite today. You were sitting up in your seat, body full of tension and mind sharp, always ready for attack or unpredictability. He was sure if someone were to crash into the car that very moment you'd be prepared from how focused you were.

And yet, even with a mind that constantly swirled with paranoia that caused your tension, you still were able to radiate an odd sort of elegance. Your posture was perfect, and your eyes were sharp, almost as if they could cut with that glare. It worried yet fascinated Aizawa, as he had never seen a kid like you before.

Aizawa had taught lots of different types of kids over the years he worked as a teacher. Kids that were in poverty, kids that had behavioral and mental issues, kids that were in bad situations with family members or loved ones, and so he began to think that he had saw them all. All sorts of kids and their lives and situations were presented to him, and he was able to help those kids and turn them into mindful, disciplined heroes of the day.

And then you came along.

He was caught entirely off guard, as he had never seen a kid like you before, in fact he had never seen anyone like you before. He was so used to the routine of helping kids with their problems so that they could properly train them to become heroes, but you were already incredibly well trained. And with that, his routine was thrown off balance, because now he needed to dig deeper and uncover the layers that you kept secure in order to find out just how∆ he could help you.

Aizawa was a man of rationality, one who depended on predictability. He wasn't one to think he was perfect like some pros do, he knew he had things he could do better, areas he could round out. But you were just a mystery. In all honesty, he didn't even know where to start, he was just going off of what he could find out about you and what he could help you in. But you kept everything locked up. Hell, he didn't know a single thing about you personally. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if you even knew anything about yourself personally.

Aizawa knew he got himself into something that was going to be tough. He knew that it was foolish to have acted so impulsively despite his lack of knowledge of the person and the situation, but it was as if something pushed him to say those words. He saw a kid in need of help and next thing he knew he was signing the papers to care for you.

It was as if something gripped his heart that day, and when he got the chance to look into your eyes, he saw a bit of himself.

He was snapped out of his thinking when he looked up and realized that he had missed his turn, causing him to mutter a low curse and switch on his blinker to try and take another turn with hopes that he wouldn't have to go all the way back.

You watched the tired pro curiously, as it seemed like more and more puzzle pieces were put in place everytime you saw him, the pieces making a puzzle of recognition. And everytime a piece was connected, you saw a little more of him as a person rather than a suspicious stranger.

However, in each case you thought the puzzle was starting to fill up, you'd realize that it would grow and so more spaces would be made and the already placed pieces would lower in value as their size decreased. This puzzle was one that was always increasing infinitely, one that could never be put together entirely no matter how many pieces you collected and gathered.

The easy pieces were ones that were physical statements, such as 'he was born ___' and 'he is ___ years old'. Ones that don't change, or are easy to keep up with. However, those aren't all of them. Likes and dislikes are an example of ones that are nearly impossible to keep up with entirely. What if one day they think to themselves of their favorite food, 'you know, I don't like this all that much anymore' but still eat it regardless?

Thoughts are always changing, and not even the one that creates them can keep up with them entirely. As more thoughts are created and more are pushed out, a competition is created, and the flow is never solid. Thoughts and ideas flow like water, in and out, all around. Rapidly or slowly, changing with discoveries, ideas, realizations, beliefs, and so many others.

An organized chaos, you like to say.

Sighing, you sat back a little more as you were overwhelming yourself with these types of thoughts. Sometimes you made yourself feel like you were 40 rather than 16.

'You're just an old soul in a young body, nothing wrong with that. It's just an effect of having to have grown up so fast'.

It was something that someone had once told you. You didn't remember the face to the voice, nor the situation you were in, but the words they spoke clung to you profoundly.

Just as you started to gather your thoughts back up, you felt the car come to a slow. The trees that once passed by your window in a blur were now easily recognizable, and you knew you were close to where Aizawa wanted to go.

Your eyes widened as you turned and looked out of your window to see the one and only U.A High. The large building was sitting atop the hill as if it was a throne that watched over the smaller buildings of Musutafu. It's size was enormous, and it made you feel tiny and incapable in comparison to it's inferred power. The building was covered entirely in windows, which all assisted the reflecting of the sun when it rose and set, helping to further ensure that everyone saw the power that it held inside of it.

Your eyes followed the building in silent awe as Eraserhead drove past it and into another parking building that was situated near the bottom of the hill that sat the colossal U.A High. As soon as he parked, you stepped out of the car yourself without him opening the door for you, wanting to get another look at the distinguished building that you had heard so much about. You had only heard from friends, passing strangers, and some news outlets about U.A.

All you knew was that it was a training facility for young heroes, along with some other departments for students of excellency that were somehow able to get into the school despite the infamously vigorous exams. Though, you also heard that as of recently they were allowing quirkless students to join as well, which bugged you a bit that they didn't already do that. You also knew that some of the top heroes had trained there, and so it piqued your curiosity about how the school ran on the inside.

However, before you could get any further you felt a hand on your shoulder, which caused you to jump and swiftly twirl yourself around with your fists clenched and up out of habit, only to come face-to-face with Eraserhead's stern expression.

"Slow down there, tiger. In case you forgot, you're a culprit of vigilante-ism*1. We can't let you go off on your own until we are absolutely sure we can trust you. Until then you are to stay by my side, and if you purposely disobey this on more than one occasion then you're due for a punishment " he explained, his tone turning sharp near the end to show the seriousness that it held.

You remained straight-faced, but your disappointment still seeped through a bit as your shoulders sagged for a second. However, you quickly regained your composure and steeled yourself to be ready for whatever the day held. You scolded yourself for losing your control for that split second, and you promised to watch yourself and your actions following. The situation you were in would be made infinitely worse if you managed to get yourself into trouble.

Eraserhead lead you up the path that directed you both from the parking building and up to the entrance to U.A., and as you followed him you marveled at the large concrete entrance and trees that dotted the broad front side of the school. Of course, all the trees didn't have any leaves since it was the winter, but you decided that if you were here long enough then you'd possibly get to see them again in the spring. You had mixed feelings about that thought, but you once again brushed it off in order to avoid the downpour of emotions that it would bring.

The air was dry and it stung your nose even you breathed it in, a harsh greeting that was a constant reminder of the winter season. It was a feeling that you had learned to numb out, as the number of nighttime outings would have been impossible to endure if you didn't.

The freshly fallen snow that fell the night before crunched underneath the two pairs of feet as Eraserhead walked up to the doors and you followed. He opened up a pocket on the black messenger bag that he had swung over his shoulder when leaving the apartment that morning and pulled out a small plastic card before sticking out into a small check in and out machine that sat right next to the 2 large entrance doors to the school.

You caught a glimpse of the card and saw a picture of him on it on the corner with some writing on it that you supposed made it an ID of sorts.

"Entered: Aizawa Shota. At 9:38 A.M on October 2nd, Saturday. No work hours scheduled."

The card reader stated with a mechanical female voice as soon as Eraserhead inputted the card into the slot.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Eraserhead muttered to the reader as he took his card back out and put it in his pants pocket this time.

You supposed that must have unlocked the doors because the light near the top of both of them that was once glowing red turned green soon after the card was inserted.

You wanted to go and open the doors yourself, but decided against better will as you recalled the stern warning that had been given to you earlier.

Eraserhead opened up door 1 since it was right next to the reader, and you followed his lead right after he stepped inside.

You couldn't help but gasp in awe a little as you scanned the large open area that was the first floor of one of the buildings of U.A.

*I tried simplifying what I thought the ground floor looked like*

There was a large circular table in the very center, with a few empty chairs behind it, only a one being filled. On top of it were some computers and other machines that you wondered were for what, and in a few stacked baskets were papers that were neatly organized and labeled. You read a few.

'Reduced Fee Application'

'Transfer Application'

'Complaint Register'

'Class Schedule- Hero Course [Year 2]'

'Campus Map'

'Suspension / Expulsion Documents'

'After school and Behavioral Programs'

There were many, many others, but you lost interest as there were too many to read and they all sounded mundane and quite average (to your disappointment). Though, you reached over and picked up a map while Eraserhead spoke to the secretary.

The receptionist was a man who looked to be pretty young, possibly in his twenties, and he had pale blue short hair that matched his darker blue eyes. His outfit was one of the staff outfits that U.A must have required certain employees to wear, his being a white button-up shirt that was tucked into pressed dark blue slacks, and held on with a shiny belt. His whole outfit looked extremely clean and well-cared for.

*A little doodle I made :)*

'That's U.A for you...' you thought to yourself, not one for overly fancy places and events, but you did enjoy the clean and organized atmosphere. Everywhere you looked you didn't spot a single grain of dirt, the place was practically sparkling.

The building was empty and quiet, which made it a bit unsettling as it spoke volumes as a place that seemed it should have been full and bustling with people. The devoid atmosphere created a sort of dead feeling, one that made it feel almost forbidden for anyone to be there. The receptionist's joyful attitude helped to diminish a fraction of your unease, but you didn't know whether to decide if that was his personality or a forced face most receptionists had to wear.

The man in question had a bright name tag on the front of his shirt, which read 'Hanzō Tsurumaki'. Upon noticing all the empty chairs that day without owners behind the man, you couldn't help but wonder where everyone else was, and why this man was all on his lonesome. Though he didn't seem too lonely, because he was all smiles and spoke in an energetic manner similar as that blond man- Mic- had earlier.

"...-yes, she's with me. I want to register her into the system because-"

You suddenly caught on to the little conversation that was being held between the two just as Eraserhead got cut off.

"Oh, a new student! Cool, what department do you want her to go into?" The receptionist asked eagerly, ripping out a piece of paper from under the desk where he was sitting and setting it down onto the clipboard, before grabbing a pen and excitedly scribbling something down on it.

"The hero course, for class 1-A.", Eraserhead casually responded, twirling the pen he had in his hand a few times while still reading one of the documents that he was filling out before he went to fill in the rest.

Your eyes widened, is he signing you up to U.A.? This early into your capture, and suddenly you're going to find yourself working under the very people that you had to do the dirty work for? This didn't sit well with you, but you realized that you were missing the conversation because of your distracting emotions, so you decided to question later and gather information now.

"Hmm, are you sure, this late into the year? If I may suggest-"

Eraserhead cut the man off,

"I know that and appreciate your suggestions, but this is a... special case. Most of the information has already been put into the system already, but there's still some left. I want her to be put into class 1-A since she has to be around me and my supervision as much as possible."

The receptionist hummed a bit with a smile as he furiously scribbled something down onto the paper, dramatically hitting the pen down onto the paper when he finished to put the period.

"Alrriiighty, Class 1-A...- Hmm." He stopped typing for a second, causing Eraserhead to look up from whatever paper he was filling out.

"What is it?"

"So, this quadrant you're in right now is for Second year Hero Course students. But I could technically still sign her up from here, but I really shouldn't because last time I did that I got nice yelling at." He looked almost apologetic. "They really like to keep the quadrants separate here, y'know?" The receptionist laughed nervously while rubbing the back of his neck, but his smile was still there. You wondered why so many people you've seen here smile so much.

Eraserhead sighed tiredly, the weight of more and more problems already starting to weigh heavily on him as he thought about all that he needs to get done and the even more the things that he needs to start.

"You know what- nevermind. Is there anyone in the first year quadrant?" Eraserhead asked, to which the receptionist dutifully searched on his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard.

He hissed lightly through his teeth, looking over to Eraserhead with guilty eyes.

"What?" It was a simple question, but the way Eraserhead said it made both you and the receptionist wary as his patience was clearly starting to dissolve.

"Soo, there aren't really much staff working today, and it looks like there are only 4 receptionists working today- one for each quadrant. But the receptionist for the first year Hero Course quad went on break and won't be back for about another 20 minutes."

Eraserhead just sat there for a second, seeming as if he zoned out for a bit, before seemingly snapping out of it.

"Just put her on through this computer,-"

The receptionist raised his hand a bit, about to retort before Eraserhead cut him off.

"Look, if you get in trouble, tell them to come to me. I'll explain everything to them, so don't worry about it".

The receptionist looked up at him with a grateful expression for a second before starting to work immediately, but not before stating an enthusiastic 'Yes Sir!' with another large smile on his face.

Eraserhead rolled his eyes from the sidelines as he was much too tired for having to deal with this particular receptionist time and time again. In fact, it seemed that everytime Eraserhead came to work after school hours, on weekends, or holidays when not too many people would stick around, he would somehow inevitably run into this guy. Maybe the older receptionists just kept giving him the hours and jobs that no one else wanted.

"Ok Eraserhead-san, I filled out as much as I could with the info that was inputted into the system, though there are some blank areas that'll need to be filled in yourself, is that okay?" The kind receptionist asked apprehensively, not wanting to get on Eraserhead's bad side. He's heard stories of the man.

"Yes, it's fine... ", Eraserhead didn't know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to follow up that with something else, and once again he found himself acting before thought.

"Thanks for your work, keep it up kid. People like you are the only thing that's holding up us older folks today."

And with that, Eraserhead signaled to you with his hand to follow him as he started walking in the direction towards the first-year Hero quadrant, and you obediently yet quietly followed, the both of you remaining inconspicuous to the dazed look on the young receptionist's face.

Hanzō quietly picked up the pen that Aizawa had earlier and activated his quirk, copying the exact way Aizawa had spun it in his hand earlier. Aizawa didn't know this, but he had greatly inspired a troubled soul that day with his words.

A/N:

Well I hope you all enjoyed part 5! I actually tried posting it a lot earlier, but my phone crashed and the whole thing was lost (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

But no worries! I found some time and energy and was able to remake it! (Although without as much energy as I initially aimed for..)

Sorry about how slow this one is, I know that it's very similar to part 3, so I know it's most likely not going to do well when posted, that's why I'm going to try to post part 6 soon after.

I'm so very sorry for the delay! I've been really busy trying to juggle lots of different things all at once and I've been feeling a little burnt out, but I'm glad that I was able to get this chapter out for you all, so thank you for your patience!

I'm currently working on the other parts now as I type this (multi-tasking), so I just wanted to assure those questioning that I have everything planned down to the very end (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)ゞ

Thank you for reading, I hope you have a lovely day!

(Also I might start a tagging system, so if you'd like to be a part of that so you can know even the next chapter is out then please let me know!)

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year

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Chapter 2 - "Tides"

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 2.8K Chapters: 2/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: After settling in to your new job in Romania, you find that even though you try you can't keep Ulysses Klaue out of your mind.

Warnings: Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Masturbation

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I set things up, and now the real (but fun) work begins! This would have been up yesterday but I'm just emerging from a head cold. I was trying to edit yesterday but was just perpetually annoyed at everything, but thank goodness the sinus pressure finally broke today, so I still manged to stick to what I intended (it's still the weekend!).

In my mind this is set somewhere between "Avengers" and "Age of Ultron". I wanted to give myself somewhere to go, since I do kind of have plans beyond this! I'm not sure yet if I'll end up extending this work, or start a new one (in a same universe/established relationship kind of deal), but we'll see!

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same

Ulysses Klaue certainly wasn’t lying, although you'd argue that "non-traditional" was just a bit of an understatement

Yet here you are, on a six month contract in Romania tucked in the foothills of the Făgăraș mountains, and working for a black market arms dealer.

The pay was more than enough for you to agree to the six months, and at the compound you find that you have access to the most advanced equipment you've worked with which is a bonus. There are residences on site, a separate group of buildings connected through covered walkways to the machine shops and engineering sector, and everyone has their own private quarters with keycard access. It's nothing fussy, essentially just a bachelor’s apartment with a shower, small kitchenette, a double bed and desk, but it's comfortable enough and you don’t spend much time there anyway.

As for the work itself it’s pretty well what you expected - welding and metal work on both large and small scales, assembling, disassembling, unloading and moving supplies. However Klaue makes it clear to everyone who comes on board that even if you’re brought on with a specific set of skills you're still expected to step up and do whatever is necessary to keep the gears turning.

One month in and you haven’t yet learned what this might entail, but you assume that it’s only a matter of time.

The shifts are long and taxing but you do have two free days a week, though not always back to back. Fortunately, even though the compound is in an industrial area you're also pretty much right in the mountains with forests surrounding you. You’re also an hour and half drive from Bucharest with plenty of other smaller cities and towns relatively close by, so on days when you’re not completely exhausted you find opportunities to explore the new country that you’ve found yourself in.

You rarely actually see Klaue because as it turns out he’s an incredibly busy man: There’s this manufacturing compound in Romania, a salvage yard off the coast of South Africa, a network of mercenaries working for him around the world, and if he can’t do or acquire something himself he invariably knows someone who can. It’s a massive operation and you soon realize that you’re just a single cog in a huge machine.

With this information and what you’re able to glean from others working for him you realize that Klaue is a deceptively intelligent man, and while he might seem like walking chaos at first glance he also has a code, such as it is. He figured out a long time ago how the world works and then found a way to make it work for him. He doesn't give a shit what people think of him, despises liars and hypocrites, and it’s quickly impressed upon you that you do not go back on your word with him. Ever.

Since arriving you've only seen Klaue from a distance and haven’t actually had any one on one interactions with him, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still cross your mind.

You’ve been so accustomed to finding calm in the face of a storm your whole life that you’re still startled when you think about how he threw you off balance so easily with just his eyes, and frustrated that you never really found your footing after that.

But then sometimes you think you were just having an off night, that you were exhausted by the heat and had just imagined the way that he looked at you. Yet even as you try to reason your way out of it you keep coming back to the feeling you'd had in his presence. The feeling of being caught in an undertow, of pushing and pulling, of resisting and succumbing. And then you think that maybe you shouldn’t be thinking that way about a man like Ulysses Klaue and tamp the thoughts back down again.

Klaue has returned to Romania to oversee a new shipment of raw materials and almost everyone outside of the night shift has gathered to wait for directions.

While he’s coordinating the offload with the foremen you try to pay attention, but as he speaks you notice how the overhead lights catch on the sharp line of his nose, and how the dark scruff of his beard accentuates the angle of his jaw as it sweeps down to a slight underbite. You feel an unbidden swell of heat swirl down between your legs as you find yourself wondering whether it would feel soft against your skin or- Oh.

You’ve completely zoned out so you don’t notice right away that he’s caught you staring from across the room, and by the time your brain finally shakes itself free of its reverie you realize that he's been looking back at you for several moments while continuing to speak.

He smirks when he notices you finally snap back in, ensuring you know that he caught you. You feel a little bit foolish (again), but this time you square your shoulders and don’t allow yourself to look away. Neither of you breaks eye contact until his attention is drawn by a question from one of the other workers and you finally release the breath you’ve been holding.

Once everyone disperses to get started on their assigned tasks you notice that Klaue is making his way over to you, still with the ghost of a smug smile hovering at the corner of his mouth.

"So. You’re settling in ok, then?" he asks as he stops in front of you.

On the surface it sounds like a simple question, just small talk with your boss, right? But beneath it you once again feel your skin prickle under the weight of his attention. At least this time you're anticipating it so you’re able to keep yourself from stammering this time.

"Yeah, pretty well actually," you're happy that your voice sounds steady. "It's a lot of work, obviously, but nothing I haven’t been able to handle so far."

"Good," he replies, his phone pings and he pulls it out of his pocket to read the message. "I need everyone here to work together and pull their weight."

You look up at him and smile politely. "Not a problem, sir." His eyes flick back to yours and he gives you a sharp look, your heart beats hard in your chest but you manage to keep your expression neutral.

“Good to hear,” he smiles in turn. “Let me know if there's anything that you need,” he says, before pocketing his phone and turning to one of the foremen who’s been trying to get his attention.

"Ok, sure,” you say, a bit surprised by that. “I will, thanks.”

He looks back at you as if he’s going to say something else, but then turns away to attend to business.

You watch him as he walks away, noting the way that the fabric of his shirt pulls against the muscles of his shoulders- Get it together, you think to yourself, wondering if you’ll ever come away from an interaction with Klaue and not feel flustered.

As promised you continue to work hard and don’t give anyone a chance to question your being there.

Of course, just because you don’t give anyone the chance doesn’t mean that there aren’t those who simply don’t like that you’re there.

There is one guy in particular, a giant brute of man with a shaved head and a tree trunk for a torso (“No Neck” you’ve dubbed him), who perpetually looks like he’s just sucked a lemon and seems to have made it his primary pastime to stare menacingly at you. Maybe it's because you're a woman, though you're not the only one here, maybe you remind him of someone, or who knows? Maybe he just doesn't like your face. Either way it’s unnerving to be sure, but fortunately you work in different units and are rarely in the same area at the same time.

One day however you're on your way back to your quarters after a grueling shift and a stop at the canteen to grab food, when you do happen to cross paths with him. Unfortunately you don’t realize this until he has his fists wrapped in the front of your shirt and you’re being lifted up.

With a startled cry you kick out with your feet but find that there’s no ground beneath you. You then try to direct your kicks at him but while you do make some contact your movements are essentially useless in this position. No Neck brings you in closer.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you won’t be here much longer,” he snarls in your face.

What?? Maybe he thinks you’re someone else?

“Dude, I don’t even know who you are!” you yell back at him, quickly realizing that trying to reason with him is going to be pointless since he doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.

You can dimly hear voices yelling around you but you’re not sure if they’re trying to calm or encourage. Your adrenaline is soaring and even though you’re terrified it gives you a clear head through the panic.

You’ve been trying to pull and twist yourself free which is proving useless, so instead of wasting more energy you decide to switch tactics: you take as deep a breath as you can and on the exhale relax your body as if to signal surrender.

This has the effect that you hoped for and you can feel his grip on you start to relax as you drop slightly. It’s in that space of a breath when he begins to lower his guard that you reach your hands out to grab his shirt in turn, and with all of your strength you wrench your head sharply towards his face.

Even through the stars you can tell that you hit paydirt when you hear a crunch followed by an angry cry, and then you're falling.

He drops you awkwardly as he falls backwards and tries to bring his hands up to his now bloody face at the same time. You try to catch yourself but you fall in a way that causes your previously broken arm to slam down on his steel-toed boot and you let out a shriek of pain, white light blooming behind your eyes and nausea surging through your gut.

Lying in a crumpled heap you can do nothing but try to keep breathing through the waves of agony, so completely unaware of anything outside of you that you barely notice that someone is helping you to maneuver to the edge of the hallway and siting you up against the wall.

As the worst of the pain finally begins to ebb your watery eyes refocus, and between blinks you realize that it’s actually Klaue kneeling on the ground there with you. The skin between his eyebrows is creased in a frown, his expression one you weren’t sure that he could make. Worry?

As you get some of your other senses back you start to massage your upper arm to try to figure out if there’s any serious damage. Your fear of a new injury has you removing your arm from the long sleeved protective layer you wear for welding, and evidently you haven’t completely gotten your thinking sense back yet because you’ve done this before you realize that Klaue is now seeing you with your shift half off - even if you are just wearing a sweaty sports bra underneath.

Then, suddenly, his hands are on your arm. You jerk at the unexpected contact but he whispers a “Shhh” and calmly continues to check your skin, squeezing gently, asking if that hurts. Your breath is coming shallow and nearly stops when his fingers ghost along the ridge of your scar. You can only shake your head “no” in answer to his question, unsure if anything that might come out of your mouth right now would resemble an actual word.

You drag your attention away from the pressure of his fingers and force yourself to make your own assessment. Though the area is turning red, you note with relief that you don’t see any blood and the pain is stabilizing to a deep but not catastrophic throb.

“I’m ok”, you finally manage on a shaky exhale.

“Lift your arm,” Klaue says.

“Listen, I’m fine-” you start but he looks at you sternly, his eyes cutting you off. He's so close to you that you can see the beads of sweat on his brow.

“Up to your shoulder,” he continues.

With an annoyed frown you reach your arm out straight and slowly raise it up to shoulder level. The joint itself seems ok, and while you can feel the muscles pull and ache as they stretch out over where the hardware of your repaired injury sits it’s not unbearable by any means.

“Listen, it hurts, but in a way that just means I’m going to have some gnarly bruising tomorrow,” you say, lowering your arm and starting to pull your shirt back on.

Klaue removes his hands allowing you to redress but he still seems hesitant, and after a moment says, “Take two days off”.

“What? No! I’m good, it’s not even my dominant arm and I’m not some fragile- “

“I wasn’t asking,” Klaue’s voice is low and you find yourself suppressing a shiver. “Forty-eight hours.You need to let it rest.” Then his face shifts, his blue eyes softening again with the concern you weren't sure you actually saw earlier.

Well, you're not quite sure what to do with that, so combined with your aching limb and exhaustion and the tremors you feel as the mild shock starts to wear off, you decide that it’s not worth arguing.

"Fine,” you sigh and then grumble, “but I don’t like it.”

"You don’t have to,” he says with a dry smile and stands back up.

Satisfied for the moment at least, Klaue now turns his attention on your bloodied attacker who's been behind him this whole time. Reflexively No Neck tries to shrink back but he doesn't get very far since David and Cliff - the other man from Utrecht - are each firmly holding onto one of his arms.

You can’t see Klaue’s face now but as he straightens up you can certainly imagine it, and it’s satisfying to watch the bastard’s face instantly turn ashen.

“If you want to keep your life," Klaue’s voice is a growl full of blood and grit, "you will leave. Now”.

You don't know exactly when he leaves but that's the last time you see No Neck, and no one bothers you for the rest of your time in Romania.

That night in your bed, after having showered and taken two percocet with a mouthful of whisky, you’re attempting to release some of the tension from the day. As your fingers move between your legs, though, they feel frustratingly ineffective and you think that maybe you just need to accept that you're drained, it’s not going to happen, and should just grab the ice pack from the freezer and try to get some sleep.

You sigh and as you’re mentally running back over today’s events for the nth time, the image of Klaue’s hands on your arm as he knelt beside you flashes through your mind. A throb of heat rolls through your core and the circling of your fingers between your legs resumes, more quickly now.

Strong, thick fingers slide up your arm, then move to grip the hem of your shirt to pull it the rest of the way off of you. Arms wrap around you, lifting and then adjusting your body so that you’re straddling his lap. His hands slide down the curve your waist to grip your ass and you smile at his groan as you arch your hips against the hard length you feel there, allowing you to find the desired friction against your clit through the fabric of your clothes-

Your orgasm peaks so suddenly that you cry out, rocking your hips frantically against your fingers, gasping as you chase the waves of startled pleasure.

Breathless, you can only lie there riding out the aftershocks that continue to pulse through your body as you try to process how quickly you came from just the thought of his hands. Through the fog of your receding orgasm you can't seem to come up with much in the way of coherent thought aside from one thing:

Oh.

Shit.

Thank you again for reading! Just a smidge of smut this time, but chapter three will be where we start getting to the good stuff. 😉

#fanfiction #ulysses klaue #ulyesses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x you #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bringin' home the rain fic

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kitkatt0430 · 3 months

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🗑 Deleted Scenes

So in my not-yet-posted Arrow S1 rewrite, I had a scene planned where Tommy finds Oliver having a nightmare, similar to the scene with Moira and Walter in canon, but that scene no longer really works since I rearranged the order a few things happen. I'll be reusing some of the dialog from this, however, and Tommy will still be walking in on the post-nightmare awkwardness of the canon scene instead of getting Ollie all to himself.

Tommy also had a nightmare here, but it's being pushed waaaay further down in the story. In the original version of the scene, however, it's Tommy's nightmare that sends him to go check in on Oliver.

(Full scene beneath the cut)

Tommy shivered and got out of bed. He pulled on his robe and slid his feet into his slippers, and quietly walked out into the hallway. A few moments later, he was peering into Oliver's room. He just needed to check on Ollie. See that he was okay and…

Oliver was not in his bed.

For a moment, the world seemed to flip upside down and Tommy had a terrible fear that everything since Oliver coming home hadn't been real. He couldn't breathe as that thought slowly crushed him…

But the bed was unmade, and Tommy sucked in a sharp breath.

Someone – Oliver – was laying on the ground, curled up underneath a blanket with a pillow tucked beneath his head. The dim light from the window cast odd shadows across Oliver's face as he shifted uncomfortably in his sleep.

It took Tommy a moment to recognize that Oliver was having a nightmare of his own.

“Oliver?”

The sleeping man mumbled something, shifting again but not actually waking. Tommy was fairly certain that whatever Oliver had said hadn't been in English. Seriously… when had Oliver learned any foreign languages? Not in college, that was for sure. In high school they'd both taken, and barely passed, Spanish. But now Oliver could speak Russian and… mutter Mandarin in his sleep?

What the hell happened on that island?

Whatever it was, Oliver was pretty clearly unready to answer questions about any of it, despite how obviously he was haunted by those five years. For now, Tommy was willing to wait for his answers.

Waiting, however, did not extend to leaving Oliver stuck in a nightmare.

“Oliver?!” Tommy tried again, louder. The other man stirred again, but stayed firmly asleep.

Walking closer, but still trying to keep a safe distance for when Oliver did wake, Tommy tried again. “Oliver, you're having a nightmare. You need to wake up, okay?” He waited a moment, for any response, then kept talking. “I know that, in your head, you're somewhere unsafe. But none of that is real, okay? You're home. You're in your room at Queen mansion and you're safe here. Thea's down the hall, probably dreaming about her latest celebrity crush, Moira and Walter are presumably asleep in their room… and if they aren't then I'm sure neither of us want to know why not. I'm here since no one wanted me to drive home with a potential concussion and I'm in this room because you're my friend and I'm worried about you. So, wake up Oliver.”

There was a long moment of silence, and then Oliver was awake. He blinked owlishly at Tommy and sat up slowly.

“Something wrong, Tommy?” Oliver asked, voice slurring slightly with sleep.

“You were having a nightmare,” Tommy told him. “Thought it would be better if I woke you from a distance. Didn't want you reacting to someone unknown crouching over you as you woke up.”

“Good call,” Oliver told him. “Mom tried waking me yesterday morning and… I was disoriented, didn't know where I was...” he looked away. “I could have hurt her.”

“But you didn't. I bet she was a little shaken, but glad you're here now and not in a place where reflexes like that are necessary.” Tommy offered Oliver a smile. “What's your opinion on sleeping bags?”

“What?”

“Well, we used to use them when we went camping…”

“I remember what sleeping bags are, Tommy,” Oliver grumbled, coming fully awake and crossing his arms.

“Then why aren't you using one?” Tommy asked, fully serious. “I get why you're not in the bed. But if you're planning on ever sleeping in one again, you have to start somewhere. A sleeping bag seems like as good a place as any to start readjusting to sleeping comfortably.”

“Oh.” Oliver shrugged half-heartedly. “I hadn't really thought about it, I guess. I… was more concerned with no one noticing.”

“I think only Thea doesn't realize you'd have problems sleeping on a mattress,” Tommy responded dryly. “Somehow, I don't think she'll care.”

“I just… don't want everyone to keep walking on eggshells around me.” Oliver shrugged. “I know you all had to move on with your lives without me. I appreciate the way everybody seems to be dropping everything to spend time with me now, but… I have to find out where I fit in eventually. I don't want everyone to be too busy pitying me for how I've changed to accept who I am now.”

“I'm an unemployed brat of a billionaire with literally nothing better to do than spend time with my miraculously not dead best friend. I'm not sure what, exactly, you think I'm dropping in favor of being here with you.” Tommy reached out a hand and pulled Oliver to his feet. “You mentioned before that you'd thought about our plans to run a nightclub sometimes while you were on the island. Well lets do it. That warehouse had the perfect set up for it; shouldn't take too long in renovations. What do you say?”

Oliver smiled and it was an oddly quiet, tentative looking expression. “Let's do it.”

Tommy felt the warm thrum of success as he grinned in return. “Now… sleeping bag?”

“I guess its still with the rest of our camping stuff in the garage?” Oliver headed for the door and Tommy followed.

“Yeah.”

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 5 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 5. Dreams

Mornings were not usually hard for Steve. He liked to be up early, go for a run, get the day going. However, his second day at home he had to force himself out of bed.

“You look half awake at best,” Robin said when he picked her up. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”

“Yep,” he replied, hoping he was telling the truth, “just crashed yesterday. Full on fell asleep on the couch.”

“Like after Starcourt?” Robin asked, belting herself in.

As he had expected, lots of the party were in need of supplies. Robin had her parents list, they were off to pick up Dustin next, and they were meeting some of the others at one of the big stores one town over. It had all been arranged via the walkie the previous evening before Steve had climbed into bed and slept for ten hours.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling out of her driveway. “It always happens. Must be an adrenaline drop or something. Happened after everything in 83, happened after Billy and the demodogs, happened after Starcourt, and now it’s happening after Vecna 2. Usually takes a couple of days to get back to normal.”

“And I reiterate, are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Robin said.

“I’m fine,” he replied and did his best to look awake. “Things need doing, I’ll just crash again once I get home. Could do without the weird ass dreams though.”

“Nightmares?” was the much gentler enquiry from his platonic soulmate.

“Surprisingly no,” he admitted, “but weird. I saw Eddie.”

“Shit,” Robin said. “And how is that not a nightmare?”

“It wasn’t,” he assured her. “I think my subconscious is just trying to deal with losing him. I’ve never lost one of the group I was with before. I mean people have died, Bob died, we thought Hop died, but it wasn’t the same.”

“You didn’t see it,” Robin concluded.

He nodded.

“Didn’t have to coax Dustin away from their bodies either,” he agreed. “Really wish we could have brought him home.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “So, want to talk about your dream of Eddie?”

He gave it a few moments thought, but shook his head.

“No,” he confirmed out loud, “I think I just want to leave my brain to process. Might need to talk about it later though.”

“Just say the word,” Robin told him. “So how about we decide on a plan of attack for operation re-stock. You know it’s going to be chaos.”

Steve grinned, putting thoughts of Eddie to the back of his mind.

“I can only imagine,” he agreed.

~*~

After making sure everyone had everything they needed, Steve took Robin down to the school so they could volunteer for a while. The place had been abandoned during the evacuation, but it was up and running again now to help those who had come back. Robin was utterly delighted to find Vickie had returned as well.

Steve let her have a couple of hours before they headed out.

When he finally made it home, he finished putting away the groceries that weren’t perishable, he’d already done the rest earlier, grabbed something simple to eat, then went through the same routine as the day before, before collapsing on the couch. He was out before he had a chance to even take as sip of his tea.

When he blinked his eyes open on his dream version of the Void, he realised his subconscious had not finished screwing with him yet.

“You came back,” said a surprised, but very familiar voice.

He turned, much more slowly this time, to find Eddie sitting on what looked like an ordinary kitchen chair. He was just as dirty and ragged as the last time Steve had dreamed about him, but his eyes were alert, and his posture was much straighter.

“You look better,” Steve said.

“I’m feeling better,” Eddie replied. “Not great, but more alive. Whatever you did to me sure as hell worked.”

“How do you know it wasn’t just the feeding?” Steve asked, stepping closer.

“Because I don’t remember a whole lot about being Vecna’s lacky, but I remember feeding a couple of times,” Eddie replied. “It was not like that. You gave me more than blood.”

“I wanted to make you better,” Steve said with a shrug, “and in here I could do that, so I did.”

“You look tired,” was Eddie’s next observation.

“Been a long day,” he replied, “I’m fine.”

Eddie��s gaze flicked over him quickly, as if assessing what he was saying.

“How much do you remember after Vecna brought you back?” he asked before Eddie could dispute his statement.

Eddie frowned at that, eyes going dark for a moment.

“Flashes mostly,” came the eventual response. “Like my mind was mostly asleep, at least my rational thoughts anyway. It’s more feelings and the occasional real memory.”

“We didn’t see you in the final battle,” Steve revealed.

“No,” Eddie replied, “I was for after, for terrifying the town. The demon they failed to put down. I know that much, I remember him, well not telling me, but holding me back and it slipped through. I think he was afraid what might happen if I came face to face with any of you. Our campaign and Max’s strength really rattled him.”

“Wish we’d known that,” Steve said, moving closer still. “Might have made the final confrontation a little less terrifying.”

“Was it bad?” Eddie asked.

“We were prepared thanks to Max and El, but yeah, it was the scariest shit I have ever seen,” he revealed and began to tell Eddie all about it.

The words came easily, especially with Eddie slipping in bits of information he had gleaned from the other side. If felt like such a relief to have someone to talk to, even if it was all a figment of his subconscious. He knew the others were there if he needed to talk, but he didn’t want to burden them. Eddie genuinely seemed to want to know. Of course he did, that’s why Steve had conjured him. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real. It felt right.

Eventually, however, Steve began to notice Eddie was looking tired.

“You need to feed again, don’t you,” he said as their discussion waned.

“Honestly, Big Boy,” Eddie said, “I have no idea what I need. The only thing that seems real to me right now is you.”

“Your eyes have gone dark,” Steve said, stepping into Eddie’s personal space.

“They do that?” Eddie asked.

Steve nodded.

“When you’re emotional or hungry I think,” he said. “They also glow red around the edges when you’re ready to feed.”

“Good to know,” Eddie said and almost carried off the off-hand tone.

Steve held his wrist out. He didn’t know what games his subconscious mind was playing. All he knew was it felt important to let them continue. Part of him needed this, so he went with it.

Eddie was less desperate this time. He looked at Steve for a long time, searching his face as if looking for something. However, eventually he reached out and took Steve’s wrist.

Steve reacted in exactly the same way to Eddie’s fangs sliding into his flesh. The pain was nothing and he gave Eddie everything he could. It was what he needed to do.

~*~

Steve woke up on his couch with the morning sun already streaming through the windows. He felt rested, much better than he had the previous morning, but incredibly hungry and his nose was bloody again. Making another mental note to talk to Will or El, because he’d completely forgotten the previous day, he went about putting yet another blanket in to soak to get out the blood stains.

Walking into the kitchen once that was done, he set about making himself some toast and eggs, an embarrassingly large helping if he was honest. Not that he was in the mood to argue with his stomach.

Eating made him feel much better. He headed upstairs to get ready for the day feeling accomplished. Possibly his dreams were good for him.

The phone was actually working when he picked it up, at least for local calls, so he called Robin to see if she wanted to go to the school again. She did, so that rather set up his day. He did try and get another call through to his parents, but the number failed, so he gave up.

He saw Eddie’s uncle at the school helping out, which brought his dreams right to the forefront of his mind. The man looked so sad at times, Steve wished he could help him. He felt guilty that his subconscious seemed to be giving him something Wayne clearly didn’t have, but it wasn’t like there was anything he could do. Any sort of spiral was, however, averted when Robin distracted him with a PB&J sandwich. By the time he had subdued the monster in his stomach, Wayne had been gone.

When he finally made it home, he refused to fall asleep on the couch again. He made himself dinner, ate it standing in the kitchen, cleaned up and headed upstairs instead. This time he didn’t try and pretend he wasn’t going straight to sleep and went through his nightly routine. With a towel over his pillow, just in case, he let his eyes close, and he slipped into dreamland.

He was not surprised to open them onto his dream Void again.

“Hey, Eddie,” he said, turning to where he instinctively knew the other man would be.

“Hey yourself, Stevie,” Eddie replied.

Eddie was standing this time. He almost looked as he had that last time in the Upside Down, minus the bandana and with added holes in his clothes showing off silvery scars where Vecna had put him back together.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked, walking over without hesitation.

“Nearly like me,” Eddie replied, “but still weird on the edges. I don’t know what happens when you’re not here, it’s all foggy.”

Steve’s stomach twisted. He couldn’t tell Eddie it was because he was just a dream, it felt too cruel. Which was ridiculous, but it was a dream, logic didn’t really apply.

“The Upside Down never makes any sense,” he said.

“What happens when I am me again, Stevie?” Eddie asked. “Will you come get me?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice cracking around the lump in his throat, “I’ll come get you.”

He wished it was real. Wished he could reach out and bring Eddie home. Nothing else would make him happier. To be able to bring their fallen member back. To see the joy on Dustin’s face when he found out. To feel that loss undone. It would be everything. Only it was just a dream.

“What do you want to talk about tonight?” he asked instead, because he couldn’t wake up and the grief was too much.

“You never explained how Hopper is alive,” Eddie replied, apparently happy to go with his change of subject. “He was one of my best customers for a while, y’know. Man liked his weed.”

Steve did something of a mental recalibration.

“That makes more sense than it should,” he replied. “Well y’know how Hopper supposedly died in the fire at the mall? You remember how we mentioned it was Russians when we gave you the whole Upside Down explanation?”

After Eddie nodded, Steve proceeded to explain everything about Starcourt and the base underneath and Hopper’s supposed sacrifice, as well as the things he had heard about a secret Russian prison and what had been going on there. Once again it was liberating to just talk about all the things he couldn’t usually talk about. Robin was always there for him if he needed an ear, but sometimes talking about it reignited her nightmares and Steve hated to do that.

“So, both you and Hopper got seriously tortured by Russians?” Eddie asked after Steve had spun his tale.

“I guess,” he replied, “but Hop got it much worse. He’s a lean mean fighting machine now. You would not believe it.”

“I don’t think it matters who got it worse, Harrington,” Eddie said surprisingly vehement. “Torture is torture and no one should have to go through it. The more I learn about you, the more amazed I am you’re not batshit crazy.”

“That’s a matter of opinion,” he said, trying to make a joke of it, “just ask Robin.”

“I take it back,” Eddie said, “maybe you are a bit batshit after all.”

Which given that was something Steve often wondered about himself, made sense coming from his subconscious.

“If you could, what would you be doing right now?” he asked, because he didn’t want to talk about Russians anymore.

Eddie grinned, his eyes going distant for a moment.

“My uncle bought me a ticket to see Metallica in Indie for my last birthday,” Eddie replied after a moment. “April 8th. Guess I missed it.”

Steve nodded, wondering if his mind was making things up or if he’d maybe overheard Eddie mention the concert to Dustin or something and just not registered it.

“That’s what I’d like to be doing now,” Eddie said wistfully. “Would have liked to see them live before biting the big one.”

A grimace flashed across Eddie’s face as he spoke. Steve saw his eyes darken.

“You need to feed,” he said with certainty.

It was almost as if he could sense it.

“You’ve given me so much already, Steve,” Eddie said, tone completely serious.

“Might as well finish it then,” he replied.

His choice of words caught him by surprise, especially when he realised, he meant them. He wondered if this would be the last time he would see Eddie in his dreams as Eddie’s eyes zeroed in on his throat.

“Take what you need,” he said.

Rather than raising his wrist, he tilted his head to the side. It seemed kind of poetic that if this was the last time, they did it properly, like in the movies.

“You don’t…” Eddie started to say.

“Yes, I do,” he interrupted. “This is for me as much as it is for you.”

He wasn’t sure why. Didn’t understand what his subconscious was doing, but he knew that much.

Eddie hesitated. The other man was clearly torn, but his eyes were black with that little red ring. Steve knew he was going to win this one.

It almost felt like the beginning of a kiss as Eddie stepped up to him. They were nearly the same height and Eddie placed both hands on his chest to brace himself. Steve closed his eyes and waited.

The bite hurt no more or less than on his wrist, but it somehow felt more intimate. His reaction, however, was identical, although he swayed into Eddie’s hold. This time though, it was as if he could sense Eddie more clearly, could feel how close to complete this was. As Eddie drank in his blood and his energy, he felt everything click into place. He couldn’t explain it, he just knew.

“Steve,” he heard Eddie groan. “Steve, something … oh Jesus … Steve. Help…”

Steve sat up in bed, breathing hard. Staring around he almost expected it to be the unending darkness of the void, but it was just his room. He could feel the ghost of Eddie’s fangs on his throat. The touch of Eddie’s lips against his skin.

The clock next to the bed showed 2:57 with its glowing numbers. He’d been asleep for hours, but it had felt like a lot less.

“Steve!”

Eddie’s voice echoed through his mind.

“Please, Steve, help me. I don’t know where I am.” The voice was distant and distorted, almost as if it was travelling through something like water. Scrambling out of bed, he went to the window. His yard and pool were dark since none of the outside lights were on. The only thing that grabbed his attention was the faintest red glow from the water.

End of Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Thess vs Reorganisation

I’ve spent part of this week on a reorganisation binge, wanting to effectively tidy my various workspaces. This seems to be going relatively well thus far but is going to involve various bits of chugga-chugga-chugga for this particular phase. So here’s what I got and what I’m doing / have done with it.

New Spice Rack and Spice Jars: I had one spice rack - little wooden thing, left on someone’s retaining wall on the route between the clinic building I used to have my fibro management group at and the bus stop in the traditional “Free To A Good Home” style. (I have a couple of good bits of furniture from that sort of thing - the spice rack; a set of wire mesh drawers that serve as my computer parts storage, meds storage, and stand for my second monitor; a shoe rack that gives me something to prop my foot on when doing up the laces.) Anyway, point is that when I started getting a little more adventurous with the cookery that I could manage with the fibro, I also started getting more spices. The curry in particular really upped the amount of spice jar lying around. Thing is, my little wooden spice rack wasn’t up to the task, so I had a lot of little spice jars eating into my already minimal counter space. So I bought myself a pretty little wire mesh spice rack and some spice jars to make things a little more uniform, and spent a good hour or so yesterday tidying up everything, and here is the result, which is far superior to little jars of curry spice cluttering the counter:

New Power Strip: When I got my hand mixer and started doing smoothies, I got a new power strip for the kitchen. However, when I started working from home, I needed that power strip to plug in my work PC, because the number of power outlets in the study is insufficient for the level of tech that lives in it. Thing is, if the study doesn’t have a whole lot of power outlet, the kitchen has even less, so all I can really plug in is the dehydrator, the microwave, the kettle, the fridge, and the stove. So I made a plan, which will be enacted in full tomorrow morning when all the electronics are off. I bought a six-plug power strip, which will go in the study to give me more outlets near my PC, and then the one that used to be for my PC and peripherals will go to the kitchen so I can plug in my kettle, toaster, hand mixer, and Instant Pot without having to do too much rummaging around the back of the microwave. This should help matters.

External Hard Drive: I have an entire collection in my Steam library that is simply titled “Uninstalled”. It’s not that I don’t want them installed; it’s that I don’t play them often and I just don’t have the space. A lot of these are the Big Huge Games - you know, the ones whose file size approaches or exceeds 100GB. Thing is, I want to decide which I want to stay installed and which belongs in the Nope collection (which is the one for games I can’t actually play and / or ended up disliking) and which I would like to pick up and at least try a bit. Now, ideally I’d love to just install a new hard drive in Gilmore, but the set-up of Gilmore’s case is such that it becomes difficult to actually install a hard drive in there. Thus, external hard drive - 1TB, since it was relatively inexpensive. (Though does someone want to tell me why the fuck they charge £10 more for a blue or purple one than they do a red or black one? IT’S THE SAME INSIDE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.) Anyway. So. It took some messing around, but I did get it properly installed and recognised by Steam, and my test install of Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey seems to be going relatively well. From what I Googled about running Steam games on an external drive, I should be fine at this point. However, that didn’t feel like quite enough, so I’m doing a couple of other bits of reorganisation on the PC. I don’t actually watch a whole lot of my videos, so I’m currently in the process of moving them all to the drive in my external drive dock, where I can watch them if I switch the thing on but save the space on the main drives for other stuff. Thus, more games. I mean, probably not too many more games, because we are talking about more than ... well, my current love affair with small indie games leaves me with a lot of games that don’t take up so much disc space, thankfully, but shit like any recent AC game or anything like that just ... sooooooo much data.

So now I’m watching various bits of externally connected drive go Chugga-Chugga-Chugga because I don’t really want to slow anything down by playing a game or whatever. It’s fine; I have plenty to occupy myself meantime. Though mostly it’ll be an exercise in watching over all this in the spirit of “watching paint dry”, but only because I’m slightly paranoid and want to be here to appropriately poke at it if anything goes wrong. Well, at least it’ll give me a reasonable organisational foundation on a couple of levels, mostly without too much in the way of physical activity and thus fibromyalgia pain.

I’m waiting until the weekend to vacuum the carpet.

#Thess is a motherfucking adult #Thess cooks #Thess plays video games

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