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hoshigray · 11 months

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Pleasurable Practice

Here's what I got: when you're left in headquarters to study for an upcoming language skit, your boss and work crush, Miguel O'Hara, does what he can to help his subordinate. And he does, in more ways than one...

A/n: It's been a week since I saw the film in theaters, and my brain hasn't been the same. I tried very hard not to write for this man, but here we are. Sighhhh, I swear I wasn't this bad when playing EoT (curse you Oscar Issac, and the ATSV art department!!!). And it doesn't help that my social feeds are full of him...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's WAY longer than I wanted, but I guess that's meant to show how much fun I had writing, hehehe~. Also, ty so so much for 600+ followers!!

Cw: Miguel x fem!reader - some ATSV spoilers so tread carefully - sexual context so minors DNI - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - clitoral play (Miguel's fangs lightly brush your clit, but doesn't bite it) - praise - kisses on the stomach - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love; vida/my life) - sexual acts in public - outside intrusions, but you two don't get caught.

Wc: 2.8k

"Hey, Lyla. You sure you wanna leave me here?"

"Aww, you scared something would happen without me?" She chuckles when you shrug. "You'll be fine; everything's been taken care of for today. If something pops outta nowhere, you know where to find Miguel or give me a call. Alright, I'm outta here. Cya tomorrow~."

"Bye, Lyla~" With that, the pixelated woman signs off from your line of sight, and you slump into your chair with a sigh.

It's late at night in Nueva York. The Spider Society headquarters is still active, but fewer people occupy the halls and sectors in these late hours, you being one of them. You're sitting at a conference table by the teleportation room, taking in Margo's shift. But since things are quiet around here, you use this time to work on your homework.

Well, you would've if a pair of hands didn't suddenly come from behind and blocked your vision. "Guess who?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at Earth-50101 hanging with Gwen and Pav?"

The hands are removed, giving your shoulders a quick rub. "Can't say a quick bye before I'm off?" Hobie Brown walks from behind to sit on the table, avoiding the scattered papers on the surface. "What's all this? School?"

"Yeah," You pick up a paper with color-coordinated dialogues. " I got a reflection to finish and need to read this script for a skit in my modern language class on Wednesday."

"What language?"

"Spanish." You flip the script for him to look at. A giggle slips from you. "Suppose you can't help me, huh?"

Hobie grins. "Yo lo haría si pudiera." Your eyes go big. Of course, the guy who "doesn't believe in consistency" would know a thing or two about other languages.

".....Please stay and help me."

"Can't, perhaps next time." Another heavy sigh as the tall other gets up from the table and opens a portal to Pavitr's universe. "We'll save some snacks to bring back tomorrow. See ya then."

"Bye, Hobie." You groan with your head meeting the table surface as the portal vanishes with Hobie's dismissal. In despair, you lift your head up and proceed with your work.

It's about 11 p.m., and you were able to finish your paper in about two hours. It's now time to work on your Spanish script. Unfortunately, your class partner can't be here (obviously) to say his lines with you, but you two promised to highlight your lines and recite on your own downtime. So you follow through with the blue lines — your lines — avoiding the red lines and announcing all the words to the best you can.

After the third time around, you start to get to the rhythm of it. So in tune with what you're doing, you don't mind your surroundings as you circle around the table with your face glued to your script.

"What're you doing?"

However, it all comes to a halt when a voice startles you. So used to the silence and your own tone that you didn't notice a familiar man creep from behind you. Your eyes widen at the tall and well-built figure before you.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099 and the leader of the Spider Society — your boss who you have a major crush on and is still waiting for you to reply after nearly scaring you to death.

"O-Oh, Miguel, umm," you quickly straighten yourself up, but the heat in your face encroaches. "Sorry, didn't see ya there. I was just looking at this script."

"A script?" He slightly tilts his head, surveying your moves as you sit back at the table. He follows and peers behind your shoulder to see what you're working on. "For what?"

"It's for a skit in my Spanish class. I'm reciting my lines for Wednesday." He nods at your answer, glancing around to see you're alone. "Lyla signed off for a while, but she told me to tell you that if you 'need anyone to put a leash on you,' Jessica would answer the call."

The man narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, "of course she said that..." was all he murmured under his breath from his pixelated peer's words. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the paper in your hand and extends out his. His silent request is answered when you pass him the sheet to skim. A brow is lifted. "Is the skit like some kind of married couple or—"

You confirm. "Yes. Our unit is on relationships, and my partner and I wanted to do a skit where the husband — my partner — comes home and surprises his wife with their favorite flower and then gives a nice speech on how much he loves her." Miguel still reads the script, but you continue on. "Luckily, our instructor said it's not our final where it's required to talk entirely in Spanish. So, we can say some English phrases or words if our brains go blank."

Miguel finally stops examining the script and eyes at you. "I can help."

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"You're the blue lines, right?" Correct. "Then I can be the red lines and help you practice."

Wait, no! "Oh no, there's no need for that, Miguel! I'm sure you're busy looking at the screens on your station and—"

"No pasa nada, Y/n," You gulp when he grabs a chair and sits close to you. "I'll say your partner's parts, and you reply with yours." There's no use in arguing with him out of this, so you just follow suit.

For the past thirty minutes, you and Miguel have been practicing. Sometimes he'll call you out on words you forget or mispronounce, which hurts your little heart being scolded like a child. But then there are times when he praises you for saying something correctly without second-guessing, or he'll ask for a pen to scratch off something and write a better phrase for you to say. And you can tell that your memorization's been improving thanks to his help. Maybe there was no need to be nervous.

The time is now 11:46, and you feel way more confident about this skit than before. Miguel can also tell by how much you've performed that you'll do fine on Wednesday. Guess that should do it. He puts the script down and gets up, heading back to his original post.

"Hey, wanna do the actual skit with me?"

Huh? "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," You squeak. "Maybe we can try acting out the skit without the paper now that I'm kinda getting the hang of it? But, I mean, that's only if you're okay with it, ya know..."

His brows trench down. Miguel knows he shouldn't do it; there are many universes in his post that he needs to keep an eye on in case anything pops off. He can't afford to just act out a scenario for some class. However, when he glances back at you, he faces mixed feelings. Your eyes look at his, nibbling on your bottom lip, and your fingers fidget with each other as you wait for his answer.

Miguel knows he shouldn't...but it won't hurt to comply this one time.

"Fine," your heart skips when he turns back to face you fully. "But don't mention it to Lyla or Jess. I'll never hear the end of it from those two."

"Of course!" You reassure him as you ready yourself, mentally calming the happiness brewing inside down. "You go."

He nods and plays the scene. He acts like he opens a door and holds an imaginary object. "Estoy en casa, cariño."

"Oh, bienvenido a casa, bebé!" You rush to Miguel and give him a hug. You feel him go rigid, and you freeze. Wait, he's still my boss and not my actual partner! Oh, God, I bet he regrets doing this now...Ughhh!! Commit now, cry later!

You quickly improvise and pull him by his spider suit to come close, placing pretend kisses on his cheeks. "Llegas pronto a casa, mi guapo muñeco. Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares at you for a few seconds before he blinks and coughs. "Ahem, Querida, vine temprano porque es tu cumpleaños. Y quería darte esto." The hand with the invisible object comes up, and you take it.

"Dios mío, ¿mi flor favorita en mi día especial?" You give the man a warm smile and place a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin lovingly. Miguel hitches his breath. "Eres demasiado buena conmigo, muñeco. Pero no tenías que regalarme nada."

It takes Miguel a moment, but he coughs once more and returns to the task. "Puede que la flor no fuera necesaria, pero tenía que conseguirla para ti, mi amor." He puts a hand on yours that's still on his cheek, now it's your turn to slow your breathing. "Cada vez que veo esta flor, sólo puedo pensar en ti. No sólo hoy, sino todos los días. Veo todo lo que haces por mí y nunca lo doy por sentado. You are my everything, Y/n. Tú eres mi mundo. Mi luz. Mi corazón. Mi… Mi…"

He stops, noticing your expression and shallow breaths. Your eyes never leave his, mouth agape, and your attention entirely on his words— no, on him. Even in this little act, you dare not move or say something out of turn. Listening to the man before you intently, your hand still in his.

He knows he shouldn't, but Miguel leans into you, and a small gasp leaves you before his lips press onto your soft ones. "....Mi alma."

Your brain short-circuits, the feel of his lips overtaking you. You awkwardly kiss him back, resulting in a moan from Miguel. He grabs your waist while pushing himself forward, making you walk backwards until you hit the table. The bump has you two break the kiss, forcing you back to reality.

Miguel says nothing, and so do you, your eyes honing in on his deep red orbs. Your thoughts go too fast that your head pounds. What? What was that? Did he mean to do that??

"Túmbate."

He captures your attention. "What?"

"Lie down, mi amor." He commands in a stern voice. Hesitance restrains you, yet you still follow orders and sit on the table with your back to the surface. A small smile creeps up on Miguel, and he leans down to plant more kisses on your sweet lips. "Good. Now, say your part."

Slow smooches from your chin to your neck leave you breathless. Although the heat in your face is unbearable, you play along and stick to the script. "My wonderful husband...Y...You are so thought—"

"Se supone que está en español, Y/n." He corrects you. Lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen. Miguel kisses your exposed tummy while his hand snakes past your bottoms, pressing a finger down on the wet spot of your clothed vulva. Your toes curl as your first moan leaves puffy lips. "Try again."

You intake a deep breath. "Ere...Eres muy considerado con—Mmmm....conmigo." Your bottoms and undergarments are now off, your bare cunt out for Miguel to see. The older man props your legs upward with both hands as he brings his face close to your pussy. He lightly blows on it, and you bite your lip from the cold air. "Keep going, mi vida."

"Cuando....no haya luz en mi—Oooh!!" Miguel flicks your clitoris with his tongue before nestling it between your soaked folds, sucking and laving your essence. "Nnnmp! Mi-Miguel, I can't do thisss...Your tongue, it feels so, so—Oh Christ..."

His ruby eyes peek at your face. "But you were doing just fine, Y/n." The way he says your name feels so sinful, so forbidden. But so pleasing to the ears. "Repeat it."

His tongue goes back to torment your slit. The risque noises the wet muscle makes with your slick-covered chasm ring your eardrums. Ecstatic whimpers fill the space around you, and you grab tufts of Miguel's brown hair when his tongue flicks your clit again. He's impatient, so you concede.

"Cuando no haya luz en mi vida....Haaaahhh, sé que estarás ahí para protegerme." Miguel pushes your tender bud against his teeth. His canine brushing on your pearl, causing you to jerk. "Eres mi sombra...Mi—Ahhhh!....escudo....Mi rey."

He chortles, "Good job, mi alma."

Satisfied with your cooperation, the man sucks on your precious sex as his forefinger nestles between your folds, your slick providing lubricant to naturally push his digit through your entrance. You jolt with a sharp cry, tears falling from your beautiful face.

His tongue and fingers go faster, and your release climbs higher with every lick. The stimulation of your poor cunt and clitoris is hardcore that you come in a few seconds, the walls of your chasm fluttering around Miguel's fingers coated with your personal fluids.

Your heavy pants slow down to steady your body that subsides from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Miguel withdraws his mouth and fingers from you, standing upright to take in your figure.

He scoffs with a tiny grin, licking his lips. "Amorcito."

You open your mouth to say something, but a flash of colors and shapes captures the attention of both of you. Your eyes go wide. Oh no, someone's coming!

With haste, you immediately grab for your bottoms and underwear before taking cover under the conference table, using it to quickly put your clothes back on before someone enters through the portal. That someone was Jessica Drew, making her arrival known by revving her motorbike.

"Jess," Miguel puts on his usually serious face. But on the inside, he's almost as nervous as you. Because he swiftly pulls a chair out to cover his erection lower regions.

"Hey, Miguel! I thought I'd find you here." The woman addresses him when she's done a lap around the table. Her portal vanishes from the scene. "I've been trying to call you through your watch. You not wearing it?"

He looks down at his wrist where it was supposed to be. "...I was using the restroom, so I left it on my station."

"Mmm, I figured." Jessica then notices the paper and backpack on the table. "This is Y/n's stuff, right? Where are they?"

"R-Right here, Jess!" To her surprise, you come out from the table with your bottoms fully secured. "Sorry, I was looking for my pen before packing up." You smile to ease the awkward tension and your racing heart.

"Oh, okay then." Jessica nods to your words and turns to Miguel. "Anyway, I was calling you up because I need backup. The guy I was dealing with somehow switched places with another villain. Took care of the other one, but my guy's elsewhere."

He hums. "Lyla."

"That's me." The yellow-pixelated woman with pink heart-shaped glasses appears once more.

"Where are the coordinates of the anomaly Jess was handling?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

"...."

"What's the magic word?" The tiny woman teases him while you and Jessica hold in your laughs.

Miguel's brows furrow with a slight pout. "....Canyoupleasesend—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Lyla gets closer to his face with each word, raising his irritation as she does so. "Little too fast there."

"Can you please give us the co—"

"Already gave it to Jess."

"Then what was the point—"

"You know how much I love to pester ya," her smile doesn't help squander his frustration, not when he also hears the exchanged giggles between you and Jessica. "And call that payback for not having your watch on you."

To avoid their eyes seeing Miguel's situation, he leaves and fetches his watch quickly after being repeatedly teased by the two women. He returns ready with his mask on and the device on his wrist. Lyla and Jess are waiting for him, same with you and all your stuff packed up. It's 12 in the morning now, you have to get home. "Ready?"

"Yup, see ya there." The woman on her bike starts it up. Lyla disappears when the dimension is opened. "Bye, Y/n!"

"Bye, Jess!" You wave goodbye to the woman, who does one final lap before entering the portal to her new destination. And now you're back to being alone with Miguel, who you find looking at you. You gulp and say your thoughts. "Don't worry, I didn't tell them! And, sorry that it happened. I was being a little too close to you in the first—"

"Hey." Miguel lifts a hand to stop you from rambling on further, and you listen. "Your skit. When is it again?"

It takes you aback that he asks, but you still reply. "Wednesday?"

"Hm. Alright then." And with that, he walks to the portal to his next mission. But before he exits, he peers from his shoulder and proclaims something.

"Tell me how you did on Wednesday, then we'll continue with this talk."

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hotvintagepoll · 4 months

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Propaganda

Michael Redgrave (The Lady Vanishes)—my beautiful bisexual hot linguist geek dandy nerd. I'm specifically nominating him for "The Lady Vanishes," but how can you not love him in this—it's a strikingly modern performance, not a whiff of old school macho masculinity; he starts the movie as a bit of a cad, thoughtless and self-absorbed, but the second our heroine's in trouble he's attentive, he's helpful, he's running around speaking languages and helping her with international spycraft shenanigans and just being so funny and warm and JOYOUS. (and again. he is SO bisexual. see the picture [attached below]). he's hot in the debate club twink kinda way and i've never wanted to smooch an idiot more

Cary Grant (The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday, Bringing Up Baby, Charade)—My Golden Age of Hollywood professor, who was very outwardly gay himself, put it this way: Even though Grant's sexuality was kind of an open secret in Hollywood, the public couldn't know in any real way. But anybody could see that there was a queerness about him, so he was casted for roles where he physically embodies his masculinity in a non-explicit but queer way. Bringing Up Baby is famous for the scene where Grant wears a frilly robe (pictured below, but what people don't always realise is that he plays kind of an awkward nerd in that movie. He's a hot awkward scientist in a grand robe!!! Hot!!! In The Philadelphia Story, one of my famous movies of all time, he plays C. K. Dexter Haven, a rich, sarcastic, supposedly abusive guy. And yet, what we see is this laid back, dandy-ish figure, who absolutely does not feel threatened when a woman he supposedly loves (Katharine Hepburn) starts having feelings for, and hooks up with another guy (James Stewart). He lets a drunk Stewart into his office and helps him get his job back! Obviously that is the script and not the actor, but the whole film, and that scene in particular, shows him having this very queer attitude of openness toward Hepburn and Stewart, which is only amplified by the casting of Grant and his portrayal of the character. Anyway, this is not an essay arguing for The Philadelphia Story to be considered a queer film, all I will say is: he's super hot in it.

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Michael Redgrave propaganda:

"BISEXUAL."

"It feels unjust to submit the entirety of The Lady Vanishes as propaganda, so I'd just like to very politely point everyone to 56:30 of this link, where we get a very nice view of Michael Redgrave's ass I MEAN his lilting, fine-tuned twinkish beauty"

Cary Grant propaganda:

The link to the above mentioned frilly robe scene from Bringing Up Baby: "I just went gay all of a sudden!"

last minute cary grant propaganda: the last few paragraphs of that new vanity fair article about him and randolph scott that just came out 2 days ago on cary's birthday where he calls it "gravity collapse" and "love at first sight" and says their souls touched and and and i'm actually sharing this mostly because it makes me emotional but also because a vote for archibald is a vote for love. this is my message. apologies for sounding mildly insane.

#cary grant #michael redgrave #fuck that old man #hotvintagepoll #round 3 #polls that pick me up and fling me out the window

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caxde · 3 months

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pretty sounds | steve harrington x reader

summary you and Steve share an apartment while you're both away in Uni, one night he comes earlier than he should and gets to enjoy himself

warnings fem!reader, 18+ mdni this is just smut guys i'm sorry. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

a/n part 2 is up!

Steve always took his showers in the morning.

You preferred them at night.

Sharing a small flat with him was a quiet experience. He’d spent most of his time out of it anyway, preferring to study at the University library, or at the coffee shop you had down the corner. Or working half shifts in the small record store, where you also worked.

Roommate and coworker Steve were two very different people.

Roommate Steve was prone to laugh at your stupid jokes and watch stupid movies with you on the couch.

Coworker Steve tried not to talk to you that much, scared that if your boss saw you two chatting it up, he’d get accused of flirting with you. Scared that it was painfully obvious to everyone else but you.

But it was impossible for him to not stare at you when you’d come home exhausted after a stressful shift and mutter under your breath how much you wanted a hot shower. Or how he’d wait painfully to hear the record you had been playing while you studied in your room stop, knowing that you were about to knock on his door and tell him that if he had to go to the bathroom he better do it now before you took your very deserved long shower.

He often teased you about how much you’d like to have a bath instead.

You’d laugh it off, even though he was absolutely right.

The truth is, he loves to hear you while the water hits your body.

The bathroom stood between his room and yours.

His bed against the wall, he usually laid down on it with a second hand book about whatever topic he needed to research for his next paper on American Revolution History or European History and its impact in Modern World. It didn’t matter to him, because in the next ten to twenty minutes he could hear you singing to yourself, your voice drowned by the noise of flowing water hitting your wet body. Though he did love it when you’d talk to yourself.

Today was different.

He’d come home later than he usually does, he had spent way more time than he intended stuck in the library trying to write his last paper on the Spanish Republic and he had little to no information on it, and he had exhausted himself enough to go straight to his bed, letting his body hit the mattress without even bothering to turn on the lights.

That’s when he heard the shower turning on.

At least he can hear you sing for him for a bit he thinks.

But he was wrong for once.

You thought you were alone, you thought you could be as loud as you wanted to, or as much as you needed to. The truth is, you had been crushing on Steve for a while now, and sometimes, only sometimes, you fantasized about him. Maybe more than you’ve been proud of.

So now, as you were standing there, with the hot steam hugging all the parts of your body, and the water dripping drow your curves, you started thinking about how it would feel if what was keeping you warm wasn’t the hot air, but him, standing behind you, kissing every inch of your bare skin.

You couldn’t help yourself, not now. So your fingers traveled down your folds, your fingers playing lazily with your dripping wet pussy, circling your clit as you thought of him, soft small moans came out of your mouth. And the hunger only grew, as images of him walking around the flat without his shirt and hair dripping wet invaded your mind. The way his hair sticks onto his forehead every morning, and he always smiles at you before telling you good morning in that husky early morning voice.

It was driving you crazy, so you started touching yourself with more speed, a clearer pattern, tempting your entrance as one of your fingers graced it.

Unknown to you, Steve was laying on the other side of the wall, his eyes opened as he heard you moaning, with each one growing louder and clearer, his mind became clouded, as he felt the way his jeans started to feel to tight on him, he needed to free himself, so he did the only thing he felt like he could. He sighed as his cock hitted his stomach once his pants and underwear laid on the floor. And he began stroking himself, softly, slowly, letting himself be guided by your voice as you whined.

The only thing that made him touch himself faster is when he heard the way your voice moaned his name.

You were so close to cumming, one of your hands had three of your fingers deep inside you, reaching that spot that made you see stars, as the other held the shower head closely to your clit, the vibrations of it making it feel when you closed your eyes that he was the one eating you out. And even after you had comed and you had screamed his name as loud as you could you left it there for a moment, recomposing yourself. Wishing he was there so you could kiss him, wishing he’d feel what you feel.

He did, but you didn’t know, though now he did.

His hands wrapped around his throbbing cock fast, and tightly, he resorted to biting his lower lip so he wouldn’t be a whippering mess, but he couldn’t help himself when he came all over his stomach and he looked down at himself, with the stupidest grin he could fathom.

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vhagarlovebot · 2 years

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JUST THE TWO OF US.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond x fem!reader

summary: you end up sharing the bed with aemond.

content warnings: one bed trope, pinning, kind of cheeky aemond.

note: i don't like how this turned out but i thought about sharing it with you guys anyways. in this they all are a happy family because that is what i choose to believe. if there are any mistakes i apologize but as some of you may know english is not my first language. hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

AFTER A THEEE HOUR CAR RIDE and complaints from your friends, you finally arrive at the cabin you'll be spending the next four days.

"thank god!" aegon exclaims, jumping out of the car the second helaena parks. "i'll never let you drive again."

"don't be such a baby!" his sister laughs at him, only for aegon to show her the finger.

“i just need to get some rest," you say, yawning.

leaving everyone behind you enter the cabin, you've been here before, a few years ago with jace and his parents, and nothing has changed; the smell of cedar wood and vanilla is still there, as well as the hundreds of family photos.

"just keep that away from me." you hear aegon say, rushing inside.

"it's just a little spider." helaena has a big black spider with huge legs on her hand and is gently patting it.

"i'm sorry but i am not sleeping with that thing in the room." you slowly move away. you love her and her love for all kind of insects, but you cross the line there.

"you can sleep in aemond's room," jace pats your shoulder, a smile on his lips as he sees haleana playing with the big spider. "luke has a waterbed and i don't think you'd like that."

according to aegon, his brother couldn't make it because he had a big paper due this same week. and you'd be lying if you say you didn't feel disappointed. you were actually looking forward to this trip because you were going to see him after he went to college. also you were hoping his presence there would help you resolve your feelings about him.

it's no secret that you've been in love with aemond targaryen since you were a little girl. his silver hair and pretty smile making you feel butterflies in your tummy. and everyone knows about your infatuation. everyone but aemond. he's always been oblivious to your feelings.

"who's going to sleep in my room?" his voice startles you, turning around immediately.

his hair is a little longer, almost brushing his neck, and you don't know if it is possible but he looks taller. and just as handsome as the last time you saw him, waving goodbye at the train station.

he reads the surprise on your faces. "i finished early." he shrugs and his gaze meets yours.

"i–i was..." you lift your finger, suddenly feeling shy. "it was just because helaena has a new spider and you were not here, but i can sleep in luke's room." he just hums, taking his bag and going upstairs.

no one dares to speak but you can feel their eyes on you, so you try to hide how affected you are that he showed up by simply smiling and grabbing your own bags.

"as i said, i need to get some rest."

it was easier said than done.

luke's waterbed is very uncomfortable, making it impossible for you to sleep, and as you roll over on the bed you decide that maybe a cup of hot milk could help.

you try to be quiet, however, you bump into a chair as you enter the kitchen.

"yeah, i'm sure you didn't wake anyone up."

once again his voice startles you, heart beating really fast. aemond is leaning on the countertop, a cup of hot milk in his hands. "couldn't sleep?" he hands you his cup, a friendly smile on his face, and you accept it.

"luke's bed is horrible." you complain, thinking about how you'll have to sleep there for the next three nights. helaena's not getting rid of her new friend, and you're are not going into her room with that there.

"mmh," you take a sip without taking your eyes off of him. he seems to think while you drink the milk, feeling warmth all over your body, wanting to just curl up under the sheets. "come, let's take you to bed."

his words makes you think a bunch of obscenities but you are quick to hide the blush and smile on your face behind the cup.

aemond softly grabs your wrist, taking you with him to the second floor, past luke's bedroom and into his own.

"we can share the bed, is big enough for the both of us."

you have to bite your lower lip to stop you from smiling. any other person wouldn't have cared that you couldn't sleep, but not him. he's willing to sleep next to you if that means you can rest. and even if that makes you feel incredibly nervous, your heart yearns for him.

aemond doesn't wait for your answer, he just walks to his side of the bed to start undressing.

"what are you doing?!" you look away, cheeks heating up.

he laughs, "nothing you haven't seen before." you can pass out at any moment, that's why you choose to ignore whatever it is you're feeling and just go to sleep.

"if you snore, i'll kick you." you wish he doesn't hear how hard your heart beats.

"same thing for you."

you try to take up little space but aemond is having none of it, because he grabs you by the waist to draw you closer to him; your whole body is burning, and you don't dare to breathe.

"i won't bite." he says mischievously, and you are sure he can hear how your heart skips a beat.

faster than you would like you stop feeling his warmth on your back, as he has move away from you.

you try to regulate your breathing, ignoring the silver haired man next to you, and soon enough you are falling into a well-deserved sleep.

you don't really know how long has it been since you fell asleep but a loud noise wakes you, making you move closer to aemond, who doesn't waste a second putting his arm around your body, chest to your back and breath tickling your neck.

"if you wanted to cuddle, you should have just said it." you elbowed him, and he leaves a kiss on the top of your head. "go to sleep."

easier said than done.

you can’t close your eyes nor calm your nerves, even less regulate your breathing. and aemond notices that too.

“are you feeling alright? you’re breathing too fast,” you don’t trust your voice, so instead you hum as an answer. and even though aemond doesn’t believe you, he does not say anything and simply starts drawing circles on your waist in hopes to calm you down. “i’ll always take care of you.”

“you can’t,” you state. “you are far away in college all year.”

“and even far away in college i’ll always take care of you.” you sigh loudly, closing your eyes.

you thought you couldn't be able to sleep having him so close to you, his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine, but it takes you just a couple of minutes in his arms to fall asleep again.

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Dripping in Gold | Chapter 3

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, fluff, smut. kissing, brief fingering (f receiving), car sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the way i've given up proofreading this lmao lemme know if y'all find any errors bc i'm simply not looking for em anymore! anyways eat up :)

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What the hell did I get myself into?

The question repeats in your mind while the cool air in Gojo’s car blasts against your skin, still hot from earlier, as his hand returns to its natural place along your thigh.

After your little encounter, he promised to take you to one of his favorite places for lunch. He also promised to wash your soiled panties for you as he shoved them into his pocket with a smirk, citing how “gentlemanly” he is.

The events of less than an hour prior replay in your mind as you remember how his touch felt, how his lips pressed against yours, how badly you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you then and there. But instead, he just picked up all the dresses you had tried on and marched them out of the changing room to the front of the store, setting them down and paying without a second thought. “Oh, and we’ll take the yellow one she’s wearing, too,” he chirps to the attendant as she rings up an amount you can’t even fathom.

You get pulled out of your thoughts as the car stops, your door opening suddenly as Gojo once again holds his hand out to you. He has brought you to an adorable restaurant you’ve never even seen before, with yellow flowers lining the walkways and windowsills of the old building, perfectly complementing the new outfit you have on.

Once again, the date is actually really lovely. He orders you both champagne and tells you to get whatever else you want from the menu, and conversation flows naturally between you two, almost like old friends. Wanting to learn more about him, you direct the discussion to his past, probing to understand more about his background. While he often acts like an open book, you find that there are three things he will absolutely not talk about: his family, his home, or his money. Whenever one of these topics comes up he maneuvers the conversation elsewhere, often deflecting back to you.

That said, holy shit does this man love to talk - you bet that if you put him in an empty room he’d speak just to hear his own voice. He seems to know something about everything, and he wants to make sure you know it, too.

“Do you ever shut up?” you tease after his fourth time interjecting a random, unwarranted piece of information into a story you were telling him.

“Hmm,” he thinks, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his hair. “Nope, I don’t think so,” a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

While the time you spend with him is nice, his inability to be forthcoming does put you slightly on edge. You can’t help but find yourself wondering, in a tiny corner of the back of your mind, what’s the catch? Why is someone who seems so perfect possibly interested in you?

You push the feelings of unease down as you continue your meal. Eventually you look up and see his eyes locked on yours, taking in your every move. The cerulean pierces through you like a cold wind, and you can’t quite place the feeling it sends through you until you feel his fingertips brush against your knee from under the table.

Desire.

“You know,” you say, a grin slowly forming on your face, “I love this dress, but I almost feel like it’s getting a bit uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah?” he tilts his head, knowingly playing into your little game. “Well, that’s a shame.” He sighs dramatically. “I guess you could take it off, if you really need to.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “I might need your help with that, though.”

Leaning forward slightly, his words come out airy, “Anything for you, princess.”

He stands up and holds his hand out again, your fingers intertwining with his as his free hand pulls out his wallet and drops a few hundred dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover your meal. Leading you back to his car, you feel your heart start to race in anticipation.

Pulling open the back door, you hop in first and get comfortable against the seat before he joins you inside. You hadn’t noticed how spacious the back of his car is but you’re grateful that it at least won’t be uncomfortable; you expected him to take you back to his place or yours, but this will do just fine for now, as your need for him was increasing with every second he wasn’t inside you.

Immediately upon closing the door his lips crash into yours, soft and warm against the lingering cool air inside the vehicle. As you sit in his lap his arms reach around your body to undo the zipper of your dress before sliding it over your head, tossing it somewhere into the depths of the car.

Since your panties were already stuffed into his pocket and you hadn’t worn a bra, you were now fully bare in front of him. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, allowing his eyes to slowly cover every inch of your body, taking you in as a smile curls at the corners of his lips.

Gojo lays down with his back against the seats so you can straddle him, legs around his waist as you start to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With your eyes closed and hands shaking slightly in excitement, you take longer than the man would like as he sighs against your lips and simply rips his shirt open, muttering “I’ll buy a new one,” as it slides off his shoulders.

Your eyes open for a moment to take in his body beneath you - his firm chest, abs surrounded by a v-line that dipped below the waist of his pants, practically begging you to trace along it with your fingers. As you do, you hear Gojo’s breath hitch momentarily at your touch.

“Aw, are you nervous?” you tease against him as your fingertips brush along his waistband, slowly fumbling against the buckle of his belt.

He smirks at you through the kiss. “Just impatient.”

Before you can quip back, he has undone his belt and zipper, allowing you to pull his black slacks down to his ankles, sitting up slightly to let him kick them off. Your hands find the top of his black boxers before his hands wrap around your wrists.

Pulling his mouth away from yours for a moment, his eyes open to meet your gaze. “Are you sure?” he asks through a breathy sigh.

You nod eagerly, starting to lean back down before a hand reaches up to stop you.

“Say it,” he commands, voice suddenly low and raspy.

“I want to fuck you, Satoru,” the words barely leaving your mouth before your lips crash back into his, a new greediness between both of you as your tongues glide against each other’s.

Your attention turns back to undressing him as you pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. The tip flushed, needy, drawing your hands to it as you use your thumb to drag the leaking precum around his tip before sliding your hand loosely down his length. Satoru sighs into your open mouth at the feeling, reaching his own hand down between your legs.

As soon as he touches you, you feel electricity shoot through your body, his fingers barely brushing against your clit. Maybe you were still horny from earlier, maybe you just needed him that badly, but something in you couldn’t wait any longer.

Your hips move so you’re hovering above him, using your hand around his base to align him with your entrance. His tip slowly enters you, the feeling already threatening to send you over the edge as you envelop him in your warmth.

He moans your name softly as you drop your hips to take all of him inside of you. His cock stretches at your walls, the mix of pleasure and pain better than anything you’ve felt before. You fit him perfectly as he fills up every last inch of you, your wetness allowing him to glide in and out with ease.

“Wanted you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips as you grind your hips in circles up and down his length, “needed you.” One of his hands grips at your waist while the other snakes behind you to grab the thick flesh of your ass.

You continue your movements, using one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, his cock pressing into every last part of you. “S’good, you feel s’good,” he babbles, a never-ending stream of consciousness leaving his mouth as your body moves against his.

Damn, he really can’t shut up, can he? you think to yourself with a grin.

You don’t mind though, the silky lightness of his voice only adding to your pleasure. As you feel yourself approaching your release, your pussy clenches around him, eliciting another moan from the man underneath you.

His grip tightens on your waist as he suddenly begins thrusting his hips up into you, adding to the pace. You open your eyes slightly as he reaches even deeper into you, glancing down to see the veins in his arms as his fingers dig into your skin.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” he whines, desperation dripping from his voice as he continues pumping into you.

“Me too, ‘Toru,” the words leaving your throat in a hoarse whisper.

You don’t even process the nickname, something simply spoken out of ease as sounds struggled to escape your lips through moans of pleasure, but it sends butterflies through Satoru’s body as he is suddenly pushed into his climax. You follow almost immediately, your body racked with pleasure as your legs shake and cunt flutters around his cock as he finishes inside of you.

The humidity of the car finally hits you as you try to slow your breathing, realizing both you and Satoru are covered in a thin layer of sweat as you peel yourself off of him to sit up.

“Wow,” he pants, reaching a hand up to brush white hair off of his slightly damp forehead, “that was amazing.”

“I know,” you reply slyly, leaning down to place a peck against his lips.

He chuckles, “So cocky already? And here I thought we could have a sweet post-fuck cuddle or something.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling. “Oh yeah, in the comfort of the back seat of your car?”

“Aw, are you saying you don’t like my car?” he fakes a pout. “Guess you can just walk home then.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing. “You and I both know damn well I’m not walking home, and we aren’t going anywhere until you find my dress.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he smirks, sitting up and wrapping his arms tightly around you, placing a wet kiss on your cheek as you laugh and squirm in his lap.

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For a while, things with Satoru are easy. You find yourself slipping into a rhythm with him: he calls you, he takes you out somewhere, you fuck, and he pays you. It feels nice to finally be able to afford to live again and not stress about your job hunt, and you start to genuinely enjoy the time you spend with him, looking forward to your weekly dates.

Between the times you see him, you also find yourselves communicating more often. He starts sending you pictures of himself trying on clothes in that all-too-familiar dressing room, asking for your opinions on what he should get so he can match you whenever you go out somewhere. You start video calling each other too, getting to see that stupid grin on his face whenever you pick up. Usually you just talk about your days or what shows you're watching, but you slowly start bringing him more into your life, telling him about your family and whatever gossip you hear about from your friends. A few times you’ve even invited him to come out with your group, but he always declines with a vague excuse. A part of you wants more, to have him in your life fully, but you also know that it would bring with it the complicated explanation of how you met and how your relationship first started.

You also begin to notice that you never hook up in your apartment or his - it’s always in restaurant bathrooms, his car, or the few times he’s gotten you a hotel room to stay with him overnight. You don’t particularly mind, since your apartment is still not the cleanest, although it’s certainly gotten better with your newfound free time, but it does seem odd to you. Whenever you try to bring it up, he just shrugs or brushes it off with a wave of his hand. “It’s too personal,” he always reasons, and you decide that you either have to drop it and accept how things are or push it and risk losing him.

Around six months after your first date, something changes. He drops you off at home after an amazing dinner at a new steakhouse and even better sex, this time in the private lounge of the restaurant. Inside your apartment you shower and head straight to bed. When you awake the next morning, you see two notifications on your phone: one from your bank informing you of a deposit of $6,000, and one from Gojo.

Gojo: Sorry about not paying you right away last night, I must have been a little distracted after our dinner and dessert 🥰 (the dessert was us having sex). I sent you a bit extra as compensation for any emotional damages I may have caused <3

You roll your eyes, a smile involuntarily forming on your lips as you read his message. Suddenly, it hits you: you didn’t even notice that he didn’t pay you. For months, that had been the routine, the expectation you both had set and agreed to. But last night, you didn’t notice. And maybe, you didn’t care?

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"And they roommates..." Oh my god, they were roommates! (e.w) p.2

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My Masterlist <3

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Roommates; modern Ellie; Mature content; swearing; fluf; smut; arguing; reader is referred to as she/her; Ellie is mean; Mentions of past relationships; mentions of drinking; love/hate relationship; Reader has a vagina; enemies to lovers (kinda); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: I really tried hard writing this one. It's my favorite one I've written yet. I hope you love it as much as I do! Happy reading!

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!

w/c: 5.2k

A few days later you got invited to a party by one of your friends and decided to go to clear your mind. It's better than staying in your bedroom avoiding Ellie anyway. You were getting ready and put on your favorite dress. Skintight and black. You felt good in that dress, it made you feel confident. You brushed your hair and put on some makeup. You decided to put on some red lipstick since the rest of your outfit was all black. You also put on your favorite pendant necklace. It was a simple silver necklace with a heart. You grabbed your purse and your jacket and headed out to meet your friend. What you didn't know was that Ellie was going to the party as well. As you got to your friend's house you were met by a bunch of people dancing and drinking. The music was playing loudly and muffled any other noise. The house was dimly lit and the atmosphere was one of euphoria and relaxation at the same time. You searched and searched for your friend but couldn’t find them anywhere, so you went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of something strong to get you through the night. You drank it in one go and felt your throat burn but poured another glass anyway. You weren't really in the mood for dancing, so you sat down on a couch nearby and watched the other people dance and almost makeout on the dance floor. Some time passed and you saw someone else entering the house. It was Ellie. With her favorite flannel, ripped skinny jeans and her trusty black converse that have definitely seen better days. As the light hit her face you could see her gorgeous green eyes shining in your direction. You got up as fast as you could and bolted to the bathroom to hide from her. She followed after you almost running and bumped into several people that were very annoyed by the act. As you were about to close the door and lock it, Ellie beat you to it and got in at the last second. She locked the door behind her so no one could interrupt you. You stayed back away from her as far as you could.

“Ellie! What the fuck?” You spat out annoyed and slightly embarrassed. “Why did you get in? Can’t a girl just use the bathroom anymore?” You asked frustrated. You were feeling the effects of the alcohol now. “I'm sorry, I just really need to talk to you…” Ellie looked at you and got closer. She was mesmerized by how hot you looked in your black dress. “Wow…” She said to herself looking at your body and how the fabric hugged you in all the right places. “Hey, my eyes are up here you perv!” She shook her head and looked at you blushing as she couldn't stop thinking of how much she just wanted to touch you. “Yeah.. right sorry… I just…” She got even closer. You could smell her cologne and see her freckled face. You looked at her lips, getting the urge to kiss her, you blamed the alcohol but it had nothing to do with this. She got even closer and you tried getting away but there was nowhere else to go. You felt yourself bump into the counter between the two sinks. Ellie had you right where she wanted. She now pressed her body to yours and held your waist. The tension was through the roof. “You look so beautiful, god…” She said almost whispering as she looked at you. You could feel her breath on your skin and couldn't stop looking into her lips. Without a warning she pressed her lips to yours and you were stunned. The kiss started to get heated as you put your arms around Ellie and her hands moved to your ass squeezing it and then lower to the back of your thighs as she pulled you onto the counter getting in between your legs.

You started to feel your core heating up as she kept kissing you. The way she was holding your ass and the friction from her jeans on your crotch were making you go insane. “Fuck.. I wanted to do this for so long…” Ellie said, almost whispering in your ear as she now moved to kiss your neck. “You’re so hot… god… You taste so good...” One of her hands moved to one of your thighs and then in between them. You could feel Ellie’s hands travel where she wanted and you let her. As she touched your cunt through your black lace panties you let out a moan. “Fuck baby… look at that…” Ellie said as she started moving her fingers in tiny circles around your clit through the fabric. You were already wet and she barely touched you. Your body was responding to her in ways you didn't think possible. She pulled your panties to the side and put her fingers to your sopping cunt. She felt how wet you were and let out an almost animalistic groan. “Oh god… Look at that.. already so wet for me….” She whispered in between kisses. “Ellie… fuck…” She moved her hand and collected some slick to prepare her fingers for tugging at your entrance. You felt lost in all the pleasure.

She stuck one finger in slowly, and looked you in the eyes while doing it so she could see your fucked out face. She bit her bottom lip as she kept going until she was knuckle deep inside you. “Fuck…. taking me so well…” All you could do was moan and let your head fall as you arched your back. Her pupils were blown looking at your state. She started pumping her finger in and out as she kissed your neck. You could feel her pulling your dress up so she could get a better view of you. “God, you're so tight… you are almost practically sucking my finger in…” She then pulls down the top of your strapless dress to reveal your beautiful tits. She quickly gets her mouth on them like she's starving. She pulled her finger out for a moment making you whine. She took off your panties and put them to her nose to smell you. She then put them in her back pocket for later. She was definitely going to use them to masturbate to. Her fingers quickly found their way back to your cunt and she stuck two fingers in this time. You let out a louder moan than the others and this only made her more aggressive. She started fingerfucking you as she held the back of your head so you looked her in the eyes as she went deeper and faster with each pump, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Ellie started to feel a pool of wetness forming in her own boxers as she abused your hole. “That's it baby… moan for me.” She continued and started to hit that spongy spot inside you that made you go crazy. “Fuck ellie… Right there.. Don't stop please…” She took what you said and started going faster, inserting a third finger slowly looking at your gorgeous face to see you whine and moan as she stretched and filled you up. She then started fucking you as hard and fast as she could. She wanted you to cum on her fingers. She wanted to be the one to make you cum harder than you've ever cummed before in your life. She was having the best time of her life looking at you all red in the face and breathless from what she was doing to you. You were starting to lose your strength as you struggled to close your legs as Ellie held them open for her viewing. Ellie looked at you like a wild animal as she fucked your tight hole with her calloused hand and fingers. You've never felt this good. No one had ever made you feel so good and was so determined to make you cum. She bit her bottom lip has she continued fucking you until your mind was starting to go blank and you felt you where reaching your limit. “Ellie… i’m gonna cum.. fuck don’t stop…” You blurt out out of breath. “That's it, cum for me.. cum all over my fingers… You're doing so good…” She started kissing you like a starved woman and she went harder as if that was possible. You felt a wave of pleasure so intense you screamed Ellie's name out loud. You felt lucky no one could hear you because of the music. Ellie was relentless in her pace, she was determined to make you cum so hard you could pass out. “Ellie.. I'm cuming, I'm cuming, I'm cuming…” That was music to her ears as she looked at your face as you started to cum all over her fingers. “Yes… that's it… come on baby… give me your cum.. I want to taste it…” That was enough to make you go over the edge and moan between heavy breaths. Ellie’s eyes looked down at all the cum on her fingers. She helped you come down from your high, starting to slow down as she finally stopped. She then brought her fingers into her mouth and moaned as she tasted you on her tongue and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Fuck.. you taste like heaven babe…” She then kissed you so you could taste yourself on her tongue. “That was the best orgasm I've had in my life…” You sighed.

You were now feeling a bit like your usual self as your body started calming down. Ellie was still looking at you with a wide grin on her face. “What are you looking at?” You asked blushing as you were now starting to feel embarrassed. You still had your dress all fucked up and tried putting it where it belonged as Ellie still eyed you with lust in her eyes. You could see how turned on she was, if it were up to her she’d fuck you all night long. Her lips were still glistening from your slick. You loved that and she knew it too. She was all cocky all of a sudden from what she had just done with you. You could tell she wanted more just by looking into her eyes. “So… That wasn't so bad was it?” She asked in a teasing tone, looking you up and down still. “I knew you’d come around…” She smirked playfully. “Hum… Thanks I guess…” You noticed as you were trying to fix yourself up that your black lace panties were nowhere to be found, “Hey… Do you know where my panties ended up?...” You asked embarrassed and flustered. Ellie acted as if she didn't know a thing even though she had them in her back pocket. “No clue. I think you look better without them anyways…” She teased. “Great! Now I have to spend the rest of the night until we get home without them!” You said clearly annoyed. “We? Get home?” Ellie caught your little mistake saying you were gonna go home together. She really was imagining you in her bed right now as she fucked you relentlessly. She even thought about the possibility of using her new strap-on on you. She was looking at you with the eyes of someone who had tasted water for the first time in a week, lost in the desert. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m going home.” You stated as you started to walk to the door of the bathroom to get out of there. “Not so fast princess…” Ellie grabbed your arm and pulled you into her, kissing you again. “You're not going home alone in this state at this hour of the night.” The truth was that you didn't want to walk home alone either, You hadn't thought the night was going to turn out like this and Ellie was going home with you. After all you lived together, you were going to have to talk to her eventually, one way or another. “Fine…. But we're going right now, I don't want to be seen in a party like this coming out of the bathroom with you of all people.” You opened the door slightly to see if the coast was clear and once there was no one there you got out and bolted out of there.

As soon as you saw the hallway empty You walked out of the bathroom rapidly towards the front door ignoring everyone in your way. Ellie followed soon after. You two were now walking back to your shared place. You were walking side by side in silence. The night was cold and you were starting to shiver even though you had your coat on. Ellie noticed this and put her jacket around your shoulders to warm you up. None of you said anything and simply smiled awkwardly to each other. “So… Hum…” You started not knowing what to say after the moment you and her just shared in the bathroom of your friend's house. “Nothing, just.. forget it…” You said embarrassed. Ellie looked at you listening intently as you spoke and then looked at the floor embarrassed just like you. The both of you got home and as Ellie was locking the front door behind her, you had already bolted to your room to hide from her. She was a bit confused to not see you as she turned her back to face the room and you had disappeared at the speed of light. She noticed the door to your bedroom slightly ajar as the light came out of it, to see you as you took off your shoes. Ellie came in and grabbed your waist from behind, pressing her body to yours. She pushed the hair off of your neck and started kissing it. She then helped you take your coat off slowly as she kept her lips on your neck. You tilted your head to the side and closed your eyes giving her more access to your skin.”Ellie I….” “Shhh…. It's okay… Let me take care of you…” Ellie whispered in your ear seductively. She then turned you around to face her and continued kissing your neck slowly, coming back up to kiss your lips, leaving wet kisses on your skin as she moved upwards. Her hands started to travel from your waist, one going to your ass giving it a good squeeze and one to the back of your neck to hold your head in place so she could be in control of the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck as the kisses started getting more and more intense. You could feel your core heating up once again and the absence of your underwear only made it happen quicker. Ellie started walking backwards still kissing you until she put her hands on the back of your thighs just under your ass and pulled you onto her lap as you wrapped your legs around her and felt your cunt touch the front of her jeans as she carried you to her room. You were getting drunk on the smell of her cologne and the way she was kissing you getting more aggressive and hungry by the second. She opened the door to her room by kicking it with her foot, not taking her lips from yours.

She walked to her bed and laid you on it, laying on top of you as she did it. As the kiss continued, one of her hands found her way to your inner thigh and slowly traveled upwards towards your uncovered pussy. She was almost surprised you didn't have underwear on but then remembered she hid it for later in the back pocket of her jeans. As you felt Ellie touch you, you let out a tiny moan into the kiss. Ellies fingers found your clit and she started making small circular motions massaging you as she heard all of the moans and tiny sounds you made that drove her insane. She stopped kissing you for a second and looked you in the eyes to see the state she was leaving you in, and she smiled smugly as she saw your expression. “Do you like that?...hum?...” She asked, already knowing the answer. You were incapable of forming words at this point so you simply nodded quickly and pulled her by her face to feel her lips on yours again. She groaned into the kiss as she explored your mouth with her tongue. You made out for a minute or two as Ellie still caressed your clit, going faster by the second. You couldn't stop the moans from coming out of your mouth. She felt how wet you were already and let out a groan as her fingers now moved up and down your folds. She helped you take off that tight black dress of yours she loved so much and threw it to the floor. She looked at your naked body as if she was eating you with her eyes. “You're so hot.. god..” She said as her left hand traveled from your neck, down your body, slowly making you feel goose bumps. Ellie looked so good with her sleeves rolled back to show her forearms and her beautiful tattoo. You felt like just the sight of her hands alone could make you cum. As she took her flannel off and was left only with her white wife beater, you could see she didn't wear a bra. Her tits were small but made you go insane all the same, as you saw her nipples through the fabric. She then took off her converse in a hurry so she could take her ripped jeans off, leaving her in her boxers that were soaked at this point.

She couldn't stop thinking of the new strap-on she had stored in her closet and how it would look going inside your cunt. She was almost drooling imagining it. She then started kissing your lips again aggressively. Her hands were on your skin as she kissed down your body and biting it, making you whine. As she was getting close to your cunt she started kissing your inner thighs very slowly to make you beg her to eat you out already. She looked up at your fucked out and desperate face as she teased you. You put your hand on her head and pulled her by her hair so her mouth was on your cunt and her tongue started stimulating your clit as you so desperately needed it to. Ellie couldn't wait anymore either as much as she wanted to tease you. The sight of your glistening pussy right in front of her face was irresistible. As soon as she felt your hand on her head she dove into it starting to lick up your slit and taste your lovely juices. There was no stopping her now. She started eating you out like there was no tomorrow, her tongue felt like heaven as she made you moan with each small movement. “Fuck, you taste so good..” She moaned into your cunt without stopping. She brought her right hand under her chin so she could collect your slick with her fingers so she could abuse your hole for a second time this night and she planned on making you scream her name, time and time again. You started feeling her fingers at your entrance as she stuck two in, very slowly to stretch you out without hurting you. She kept pushing them in until she was knuckle deep inside you and started moving them slowly at first. When she felt that you were more comfortable she started moving a bit faster. After that she started pumping her fingers in and out curling them inside you to hit your g-spot just right and make you go nuts. You couldn't stop moaning and pulling her by the hair as you arched your back from all the pleasure she was providing you. “Ellie, fuuu…” You managed to say in the midst of all that she was making you feel. You started to feel your orgasm appearing. Ellie could see you were really enjoying yourself which only made her more determined to make you reach your peak. She kept going as you moaned more and more and tugged at her hair harder signifying how close you were to cumming. “Ells.. I’m….” That was all you could say before you felt your orgasm wash over you, making your body feel like it was levitating. Ellie didn't stop though. She kept her pace going, starting to make you feel overstimulated and almost scream. “Ellie… I can't… i cant take it anymore… fuck…” She looked up at your whiny face as you furrowed your eyebrows . You looked so adorable, she couldn't stop smiling to herself as she kept eating your pussy like a madwoman.

After a minute or two she started slowing down and came up to kiss you lovingly and you could taste yourself on her lips. She slowly pulled her fingers out of you and brought them to your mouth. “Open up….. That's it..” She said as she commanded you to open your mouth and suck her fingers clean from your slick. You happily obliged and sucked her fingers as she slowly pushed them deeper making you tear up a little bit as you started to gag on them. She looked at you mesmerized.The faces and noises you were making made her go wild, she had an animalistic look in her eyes as she kept going deeper until you couldn't take it anymore. After Ellie pulled them out she gave you a small peck on the lips as she got up and went to her wardrobe to get something.

You didn't know what she was doing and wondered what in the hell she could be looking for in there. She came back with a black bag with something inside. She popped it on the bed and looked at you with a smirk on her face as she bit her bottom lip. “You ready for more?...” She asked you with a teasing and seductive tone in her voice. “More?... You asked slightly at a loss, she had already made you cum 2 times today. What was she planning in that dirty mind if hers? “Yes, more…” She opened the bag to reveal her brand new purple strap-on. Your eyes went wide at the sight. You knew Ellie really knew how to fuck good but you werent expecting this. She picked it up and put it on. You couldn't stop imagining her fucking you dumb with that cock. She layed on top of you to kiss you gently before getting on her knees in between your open legs and looked down to admire yet again your beautiful cunt and hold the base of the dildo harnessed around her crotch before asking. “Are you ready to take my cock? Ready for me to fill you up?” You could feel yourself getting wet from her voice alone as she touched the tip to your slit teasing you. “You think you can be a good girl and take my cock like a good little slut?” Your face was bright red at this point and you couldn't wait for her to start fucking you. “Yes, please…” You whispered as you nodded frantically. “I’m going to fuck you dumb… Fuck.. look at you… so pretty and ready for me…” She said as she started rubbing the tip of her cock on your clit. You instantly moaned at the touch. Ellie then held the base of her cock and spat on it to ease the entrance into your cunt. She put it centered at the entrance of your hole. She then held you by the waist to hold you in place as she entered you slowly, not taking her eyes off of your face to see your expression as she got deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt. You closed your eyes as you felt her enter you but suddenly felt Ellie's hand on your chin. “Look at me while i fuck you..” She said with a stern and serious voice. You were going to take everything she gave you and you weren't going anywhere until she felt satisfied. “Understood slut?...” You nodded as she held your chin.

Her pupils were blown and her eyes looked like those of an animal chasing their prey. “Good… look at me as I fill up your tight little cunt.” You did as she said and did not take your eyes off of hers. As she went deeper you started to moan and hiss as you've never been fucked like this. You felt yourself getting stretched beyond your limits and it hurt a little bit, but it hurt so good though. As you started getting used to the large object being inserted into you, then and again slowly, Ellie started fastening up her pace still looking at you. her hand was now on your neck as if she was going to choke you but she wasn't putting pressure on it, at least not yet. You never knew you could feel so good like this. Ellie started fucking you with passion and hardly. You kept looking at her moaning louder with each thrust. Ellie was so turned on seeing her cock disappear into you and the faster she went the more her harness bumped into her clit making her go insane. She couldn't stop, it was like she could actually feel your insides. She could swear she could feel you squeezing her cock as she fucked you, it was almost an extention of her at this point. She just wished she could actually cum inside you, and that thought alone, to see her own cum spilling out of your tight little hole, made her want to have a real dick. The hand she had around your soft neck was starting to choke you lightly and tighter with each thrust of her hips into you. You’ve never been choked before and never thought you would actually enjoy it as much as you were at this moment. It made all the sensations more intense somehow and you were loving it, just as Ellie was loving being the one choking you. She had dreamt of doing this with you too many times to count. Some of the nights you heard the sound of her game from her bedroom was only on so you couldn't hear her moans as she fingers herself to the thought of you and hou much she wanted to fuck you.

“Fuck ellie.. it’s so big… fuck…” You blurted out as you looked up at her like she commanded you to. “God… you're taking it so well, I'm actually impressed princess…” She responded. “I thought you'd be screaming and begging for me to stop by now… fuck…” She admired you for a little while longer before pulling out and rolling you on your belly. “Get on all fours bitch.. Right now!” She ordered, very serious and commanding. As if you were her toy to play with as she pleased. You got on your hands and knees as she ordered you two, as soon as you were in position she got behind you and slapped your ass before teasing you by sliding her cock through your folds. She spat down on the toy and let her saliva serve as a lubricant so she could slide inside you easily. Without warning she thrusted into you full force and you actually screamed. She then grabbed you by the hair and started fucking you as hard as she could. This position permitted her to enter you fully and you could swear she had hit your cervix. She grunted louder with each thrust as the harness bumped into her clit just right every time. She was starting to feel her own orgasm brewing and she wasn't stopping now until she reached it. She was being so rough with you that you lost your strength on your arms and fell on your face. This made ellie go even more feral as she held your head in place to the mattress as her other hand grabbed you by the hips to insure she continued to fuck you just right. “Fuck… your such a slut… look at this..” She groaned, thrusting ever harder as if it were possible. You couldn't talk, your mind was going black as you felt your third orgasm of the night hit you like a truck, all you could do was moan and stay in place like the good girl Ellie wanted you to be. You were loving every single second of it, and to be honest you didn't want her to stop anytime soon. Ellie was getting more aggressive as she reached her peak, she was about to cum from fucking you. “Fuck baby… I'm about to cum…” She let out in between grunts and hard thrusts that were making the whole bed shake. She kept going as she moaned through her orgasm. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as you smiled and bit your lower lip and you heard ellie cum while fucking you into exhaustion.

As she started to come down from her high, she started slowing down coming in and out of you, she took her hand from securing your head to the bed allowing the pressure to subside. She slowly pulled out of you looking at the mess she had just made of you. She then took off the harness and laid next to you in bed. The only thing you wanted now was to taste her cum, so as soon as she was down on the bed you started taking off her boxers and opened her legs to see her gorgeous cunt glistening in the dimly lit room. she was a bit surprised by this action but as soon as you started licking her pussy she let her head fall back moaning. You slid your tongue downwards and then up collecting all of her delicious cum. Then you started licking her clit and she started to go crazy. You didn't stop eating her out until she cummed again on your tongue and gently pushed your head away. As you looked you you saw a fucked out Ellie smiling at the celling with her eyes closed. You came up and laid next to her ready to snuggle together for a bit. You never felt better than at this moment and wouldn't leave Ellie's arms for anything. “That was out of this world, Ells.” You said softly as you started to hold each other. “It really was babe…” she responded smiling at you and looked you in the eyes before giving you a peck on the lips and another kiss on your forehead as she cuddled with you and the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, not wanting to ever leave that room again.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome!

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st-eve-barnes · 9 months

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You know that I'm no good (chapter 2)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: Aegon tries to convince you to (fake) date him and the whole thing has an unexpected effect on you.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Thank you to everyone for the likes/comments and love for the first chapter, let's get this thing going ;)

Word count: +2700

Read chapter 1 Here

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You were having breakfast in a local coffee shop a few days later. It was still pretty chilly outside for a July morning but you had insisted on sitting outside near the river anyway, wanting to catch the first rays of sunshine before starting work.

You took a long, satisfying sip from your caramel macchiato and then almost choked on it when someone suddenly slipped into the chair in front of you, startling you.

“Fuck,” your hand grabbed at your heart,”Aegon, what the hell?”

Aegon was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips before he sipped from his black coffee. His long hair was framing his face this morning, curly and messy as if he’d just gotten out of bed, which was probably the case. He kept his eyes on yours as he spoke,”Morning, my darling.”

His morning voice definitely betrayed he hadn’t been up for very long.

“I’m not your darling,” you smirked back at him.

“Ahh, but you could be,” he teased.

You shook your head firmly.”Um…no.”

He placed his coffee on the table and put his hands together, giving you his best puppy dog eyes,”Come on, why not? It wouldn’t even be real, just a way to get their attention.”

You sighed,”Because…It’ll never work.”

“We don’t know that if we don’t try.”

You stirred in your coffee while you looked at him but kept shaking your head.

“We get along fairly well, right?” he then asked.

“We don’t know each other, Aegon.”

“Okay, but…we get along, right?” he just repeated, making you sigh again.

“Yes, I guess we do,” you caved.

“And, I mean the idea of being with me doesn’t repulse you or anything, does it?”

You smiled,”No, you don’t repulse me.”

That wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t your type but you could admit he was a pretty attractive guy, objectively speaking.

“Good,” he grinned,”I think I can stomach being with you as well. Just for the plan, you know.”

You hit him on the arm and he gave you a cheeky grin.

It was such a small moment but it made you realize how strangely comfortable you felt around him, despite not knowing him very well. Come to think of it he’d always had that calming effect on you, much like Helaena. Maybe it was a Targaryen thing (Aemond excluded of course because he made you feel anything but calm).

But was it enough to go through with this whole thing?

“I just…I don’t know if I can do it, Aegon. I’m not that good of an actress.”

“Will you try, please?” he asked again and for the first time you could hear the desperation in his voice. He wasn’t just playing around, he wanted this to work, he wanted Skade to notice him just as much as you wanted Sihtric to notice you.

“She means that much to you, huh?” you realized.

He avoided your eyes for a moment and returned the question,”He means that much to you?”

”I don’t even know him,” you admitted,”But I feel like I’d really want to.”

Aegon stayed quiet for a moment before he continued,”I don’t know her that well either, but…I really liked her, I didn’t want to kick her out of bed after fucking her, which is a lot for me.”

You rolled your eyes at that information.”Charming.”

“She had me so completely under her spell,” he continued,”And then, just like that, it was all over.”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded,”So…can we at least give this a go? Let’s just go the club on Friday with the others and if we happen to see Skade and Sihtric there we can just…play it up a little, test the waters and see if they notice. And if they don’t we can drop the whole thing, no harm done.”

“I don’t know,” you still hesitated.

“Okay…well, I’m not going to push you if you really don’t want to.” His voice was sincere and it somehow made you more open to the idea.

You sighed deeply, thinking of Sihtric and how nothing you had done so far had managed to get his attention, after months of pining you were still completely invisible to him. Maybe it was time you tried something completely different, more bold.

Like dating Aegon Targaryen.

“Okay, fine, maybe,” you caved.

“Maybe? Or fine?”

“Okay, fine, god you’re so pushy,” you rolled your eyes again but also couldn’t help but smile at the way he was beaming at you, his smile lighting up his entire face now.

“Okay! Good, this is great! You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“Oh, I’m already regretting it,” you sighed but your smile stayed on your face as he kept his sleepy, blue eyes on you.

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The club was filled that night, summer bringing in a mix of locals and tourists making the place more crowded than usual. Helaena was already on the dance floor when you arrived, giving you a quick wave before she returned her attention back to the guy she was dancing with, one of Jaces friends.

Aemond was sitting by the bar, as usual far away from the dancing crowd and focussed on watching everyone while he enjoyed his drink in peace.

You searched the room for Aegon but there was no sign of him yet.

You ordered yourself a drink before deciding to make your way over to the dance floor to join Helaena. That’s when you saw him. And her.

Sihtric, and Skade, having a full-on make out session right in the middle of the dance floor. You instantly regretted coming here tonight and the urge to flee was growing fast. You could be on your couch right now under a warm, comfortable blanket watching a movie you loved instead of here, with heels that were painfully high and a dress that made it hard to move, forced to look at things that would only break your heart.

Just as you were about to turn on your heel you felt a warm hand on your arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, babe?” Helaena’s voice pulled you from your bad thoughts.

You smiled, pretending everything was okay,”To the dance floor, obviously.”

She locked arms with you and dragged you with her, leaving Sihtric and Skade behind.

After a few drinks and a few dances you were actually starting to feel a little bit better, as usual Helaena’s relaxed and positive aura managed to rub off on you. Or maybe it was also the alcohol taking the edge off a little bit, either way you were grateful for it.

It lasted for about an hour, until you both exchanged the dance floor for a booth in the corner of the club and they were right there again, making out in the booth next to yours.

If you didn’t know any better you would think he was doing this on purpose just to spite you. But of course he wasn’t, he didn’t even know you existed.

You lowered your eyes and avoided looking at them, feeling worse by the second until you felt a warm comforting hand on your knee. You looked up and much to your surprise it wasn’t Helaena but Aegon’s blue eyes that greeted you.

“Hey, my darling,” he teased, that familiar smirk back on his face.

“Hi, Aegon,” you smiled.

“You look beautiful tonight, that dress really brings out your tits.”

“Aegon!” you laughed and shook your head.

“What? I can’t say that you have great tits? I’m your boyfriend, I’m allowed to say that, right?”

“Fake boyfriend,” you stated.

“Whatever, you look amazing tonight,” he was blushing a little now.

“Thank you, I guess,” you accepted his compliment.

“Are they here?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded at the booth next to yours,”They’re here.”

Aegon took one look behind him, finding Sihtric and Skade still all over each other, and immediately turned his attention back to you,”Damn.”

“Yeah, damn,” you sighed.

Despite your best efforts you couldn’t tear your eyes off them, the way Sihtric’s large hand moved up her thigh to pull her closer as he kissed her. The way she hugged him back, her perfect figure melting into his while his other hand tangled into her beautiful long blonde curls. She looked like the kind of girl every man fantasized about. She looked nothing like you.

And just like that your self confidence started to crumble, Aegon’s compliment fading into the background while those voices in your head grew louder and louder, reminding you of all your insecurities.

You look nothing like her. He will never want you. You will be alone for the rest of your life.

Aegon noticed your absent stare and he squeezed your knee again, reminding you he was right there.

He moved a little closer to you, blocking Sihtric from your sight.“Hey, eyes on me,” he spoke softly,”Don’t look at them.”

You did as he asked, locking eyes with him.

“You alright?” Aegon then asked.

“Yeah, of course, it’s just the alcohol, it always makes me more emotional, I’m fine.”

That was only half a lie, it was mostly the Viking making you emotional, and the blonde who was practically sitting in his lap by now, claiming her territory.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Aegon grabbed your chin between his thumb and his index finger and turned your face towards his.”I told you to stop looking,” he repeated, firmer this time,”Don’t torture yourself like that, babe.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, lowering your eyes again but Aegon was quick to lift up your chin again, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Keep them on me, yeah?” he whispered.

You nodded and allowed yourself to shamelessly stare into his eyes. His gaze was soft but with a hint of mischief in there and you realized you had never noticed how beautiful his eyes were before now. For a moment you wanted nothing more than to stay lost in them.

It had been a long time since you’d been this close to a guy and even longer since anyone had looked at you like that. Even if it was just Aegon and none of it was real, it still made you feel all warm inside.

“Can I touch you?” he then asked softly,”Just…to pretend…if you’re still up for it, that is.”

You smiled softly at him asking for your consent and you nodded your head.“Yes, you can touch me, Aegon.”

He smiled relieved and moved his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your neck in the process and you actually shivered at his gentle touch. He leaned in a little closer to you as well, making it look as if you were almost hugging even though there was still plenty of space between you both.

Without speaking another word he moved his face closer to yours and softly nuzzled your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up. You placed your hands on his hips and he smiled against your cheek.

“Is this okay?” you asked.

Aegon laughed softly,”Yes, it’s okay, sweetheart, you can touch me anywhere you want, you don’t need to ask.”

Then he followed your lead and placed his free hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer to him while he nuzzled your jaw and your neck. You gave into it, leaning into his touch as you closed your eyes. When you moved your hand up to gently run it through his hair you could hear him let out the softest appreciative moan. It encouraged you to keep going and Aegon rewarded you with a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Well, shit,” Helaena’s voice made you both look up.

“What is it?” Aegon asked.

“This stupid plan might actually work,” she snickered.

“What do you mean?” you asked and you quickly took a sip from your drink, trying to hide how flustered you felt.

“Skade just had her eyes on you this entire time, Aegs,” she pointed out.“And Sihtric,” she turned to you,”I think you’re no longer invisible to him because he’s looking at you right now. They are so bothered, holy shit.”

You were lost for words at her statement and before you could check you watched Sihtric get up from his table and drag Skade with him. They passed by your group without acknowledging any of you.

Aegon laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Well, I guess we have to go through with it now, love,” he gave you a satisfied, cheeky smirk while his hand gently squeezed your hip.

“Yeah, I guess we do,” you sighed softly. You wanted to sound apprehensive or a little annoyed even, but all you could really focus on was that little spark of excitement bubbling at the thought of having Aegon as your devoted, handsy, fake boyfriend.

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You blamed it on two things.

The first was that you’d been severely touch starved for years now, it had been a long time since your last boyfriend and since then you’d only had a few short flings, each one as disappointing as the next. Needless to say it didn’t encourage you to keep up an active dating life and somewhere between those last flings you had just given up and focussed on your studying.

Then you’d started work and it became even harder to meet people. You always had a small circle of friends and plenty of acquaintances but finding that one special person seemed like an impossible dream, one you eventually stopped chasing.

You weren’t unhappy with your life, you loved your job in the local bookstore, loved your little apartment looking out on the Itchen river. Winchester was the best place in the world to live, you were sure of that even though you had never left the UK.

The city was vibrant and lively but also somehow serene and filled with lots of nature and quiet spots. You had stuck around here after finishing university and hadn’t regretted it for a single second.

You met Helaena during your first year of university here and the both of you had become instant best friends. She and her family had lived in the city their entire lives. The Targaryens were old money, known by everyone in the city and owning some of the most renowned businesses in town.

You never cared about the money, to you Helaena was just your quirky, sweet friend with her two weird brothers. (Probably three weird brothers but you had never met Daeron before so you still had to give him the benefit of the doubt.)

Anyway, back to you being touch starved, the point was you’d been on your own for a long time now without anyone to give you any sort of real affection. And you hadn’t even really realized that until that night in the club.

Which brings you to the second thing: Aegon.

You had never seen him as anything other than your best friend’s brother, and you still didn’t, it wasn’t that you suddenly developed feelings for him. But the way he flirted and took care of you that night, all those casual touches and innocent kisses on your cheek had awakened something in you and by the end of that night your emotions were all over the place.

And it wasn’t because of him, it was because he made you realize how badly you wanted that, a caring partner by your side, someone who looked out for you, made you feel less alone in this cold world. Someone to make you feel loved and wanted. There had never been anyone like that for you and Aegon’s kindness and affection reminded you of just how lonely you’d been.

After you’d said goodbye to him and Helaena that night you had felt a strange sort of emptiness clutch at your heart, like something vital was missing from your life.

And with that feeling came a determination to go ahead with this plan however stupid it might be. It was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for what you wanted. Regardless of how it would end, at least you would be able to put an end to this pointless crush you’d been harboring for months now.

If it didn’t work out, you could finally move on.

And if dating Aegon Targaryen was the price you had to pay to make Sihtric finally notice you, then you would happily pay.

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howlingdemon13 · 2 months

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You could use a buddy~!

Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that this is complete! You know I'm gonna be supper obnoxious now that I can turn into a demonic ghost with mommy issues. 🤪 Anyway, some notes and thoughts on this cosplay that no one asked for and no one wants~!

First and foremost, this cosplay is sort of a clonesona. I feel like (if given the chance), Beetlejuice would play around with how his clones look. Obviously on stage it’s impossible to find actors who look identical to the lead, but I like that the fandom has embraced BJ being unable/unwilling to create clones that are a 100% physical match. If that’s the case, I’m sure he throws in a more fem-presenting clone once in a while.

This doubles as a feminine-presenting form for Beetlejuice himself, too (Toonjuice has no issue changing his gender presentation at will in a bunch of scenarios, and I like to think that Musicaljuice would be the same/similar). I guess a version of Beetlejuice that’s female would be fun, but I prefer the idea of BJ shapeshifting to look and present the way he wants to (or to have fun with unsuspecting victims).

Even from the early development of this cosplay all the way back in October, choosing between a dress and a suit was like pulling teeth. I love the suit an unhealthy amount, but I wanted something distinct from other interpretations. That, and I was hesitant to lean into the hyper-sexualized looks I’ve seen from officially licensed offshoots of the character. Beetlejuice, while a self-proclaimed sexual being, doesn’t read as the kind of entity to go from generally masc-presenting all the way to hyper-sexual fem-presenting. Also, where the hell is the grime on all these fem designs???? Why does she look clean? Cowards!

I think BJ would settle on a fem-presenting form in a suit, but I also think he’s just as comfortable in a dress regardless of the pronouns/physical characteristics he’s using at any given moment. He likes his dresses and we love him for it.

Anyway-

I wanted a dress that felt “old” but not dated,so I settled on a shirt dress. They came about in the 1920’s, but didn’t become super popular until the 50’s. The cut of Beetlejuice’s suit is somewhere between modern and a style that would have been popular in the 50’s, too.

I also think shirt dresses are pretty “neutral” in that they aren’t form-fitting and they read more like a shirt from the waist up. I didn’t want anything dainty, but I wanted some movement to the fabric, and a dress does that a bit better than a suit imo. It’s why I love Beetlejuice’s first 15 minutes on stage in the trench coat. I know it’s a callback to when we first see him in the movie, but it adds a ton of secondary movement and looks cartoony when coupled with very exaggerated movements typical of a stage show. It’s why I love watching Collette especially bounce around on stage because istg he knows this (or that him growing up with the cartoon make him really lean into over the top body language and the trench coat just adds to it).

Like, look at that! Are you seeing what I’m saying? If I could animate, that would be a dream shot!

Oops, can’t go 15 minutes without thinking of the silly.

All that is to say that movement and form in an outfit, especially one for a character as chaotic as Beetlejuice, was super important to me. It’s also why I settled on long, curly hair, kept the tie, and added a bow. All of that breaks up patterns, adds movement, and is something I can put moss on. Anyway, this cosplay has a lot of little nods to the musical, cartoon, and film (but is mostly based off of the musical).

Cartoon: bugs!! Toonjuice is sometimes seen with small beetles chilling on his suit (which he inevitably snacks on). I love the idea of Beej being covered in bugs, so I felt compelled to include them on the dress and hat. It's a subtle reference, but one that I really wanted. They’re made out of scrap polymer clay and painted. Here are a few:

Film: The guide hat! It's iconic. I know that the hat made it into very early versions of the musical and promotional materials, but how it got thrown by the wayside is beyond me.

Musical: the grime and disrepair! I was heavily inspired by an early suit that is absolutely covered in moss!

I also added a lot of grime to the shoulders and hem as a callback to later versions of the suit and especially the tour version of it. I also added some x stitches since I really like the way they look on the current tour suit!

Oh, and the banjolele! Can't forget my favorite prop!

Miscellaneous: I love giving supernatural characters pointy ears and fangs, so you best believe I’m going to do the same for BJ. Slightly related, but I love the tour makeup so much. The makeup artists really lean into Beetlejuice being corpsey and I’m here for it (I essentially combine the tour and film makeup to get the look I’m after).

Oh! And snap bracelets! I remember hardcore stimming with these as a kid to the point of destroying them (then it was goodbye snap bracelets), and you cannot tell me Beetlejuice, neurodivergent-coded demon ghost, wouldn’t be the same way. Full disclosure, I had to wrap them around metal bands because these snaps are rubber and the texture is a nightmare for me, but I was determined to include them. They’re also a substitute for Beetlejuice’s watches in the film.

God/Satan, that was a lot of rambling. If you survived all that, thanks for reading!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice cosplay #cosplay #howie’s cosplay

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Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey y'all! I'm beyond sorry for the wait but I've been busy with moving and everything. This chapter is a bit of a shorter one, so I'm sorry. But it's comforting. Also, I swear there will be MUCH SMUT next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Also pls, remember that reblogs and comments are appreciated! I love feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, insecurity, hurt and comfort, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

Chapter 7

Eddie's POV

Eddie hadn’t heard from you for almost 2 weeks. He was beside himself with worry. At the party, had been discussing with Chrissy about his costume when Argyle came up to him, rambling about you rushing out the door. Eddie felt his stomach sink. He was originally looking for you, but Chrissy had stopped him. She asked him what he was, and Eddie began playing off as the goofy class clown he was known as so as to hide the hurt she caused when he had last seen her.

After Argyle let him know about you rushing out the door, Eddie looked everywhere for you. The bookstore at the corner of Hawkins Town Square where you loved to thumb through stacks of old and well loved books. The coffee shop that doubled as a bar that was open late on the edge of campus, where you loved curling up on the velour dark green loveseat. Mr. Frosty’s, where you and Eddie first felt a tug to one another. You were nowhere to be found.

Eddie had called you over and over, voice raw by the 50th voicemail. His heart had felt sore, his mind swimming with worries. You were so strong and consistently hid your true feelings, trying to appear perfect. Eddie never pried too far, scared to push you away.

By 4 am, Eddie returned home, a small part of his heart hoping you would be on his sofa, the extra key he had given you in use. But he came into an empty and cold apartment, not a soul in sight.

Eddie had seen you the following week in class, later than usual, sitting in the back. He felt relief flooding his veins, about to speak to you once the class was over. However, he was stumped after you rushed out of class, feeling stung.

He asked around, no one seeming to know what happened to you to have you give Eddie the cold shoulder. To have you look so…hollow.

Until he got to Robin.

He had begged her to tell him what happened, her eyes betraying her with worry and nervousness. She sighed, giving in slightly but her answer just puzzled Eddie even more.

“Look Eddie, I can’t tell you. It’s not my place. Just give her some time, okay?”

Eddie couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He felt his heart sink deeper and deeper the longer this went on. You didn’t answer texts or calls. He felt like his stability was crumbling.

But he clung to the hope that something would change.

Eddie had waited until the two weeks were over to text you via Steve’s phone.

Can we talk?

He felt his heart leap out of his chest when you responded.

Sure

I can head over around 4

Just don’t tell Eddie, k?

Eddie’s stomach twisted in knots, guilt consuming him. He shouldn’t have pretended to be Steve, and it was clear that Steve was aware of the situation but was staying out of it. He just wanted his old best friend back. Or at least to apologize.

Eddie waited by the door, pacing back and forth, his insides flopping like a fish. He didn’t know how you’d react to the set up. Or if you would even stay.

A knock sounded at the door, causing Eddie to jump and his heart to beat faster. He opened the door, staying behind it as you walked in, rambling. You were clearly frazzled, still in your work polo, a cup of iced coffee in one hand and your keys in the other. Eddie let you talk, his heart pounding as he softly closed the door, your back to him.

“Look, I don’t know what Robin told you but I just need some space and time. I know-”

“Bug…,” Eddie softly interrupted, hands shaking as he let the familiar nickname escape his mouth.

You froze in place, turning around to look at Eddie. His heart broke as he saw your tired eyes and almost sickly face. You looked on the verge of tears. Your hands tightened on your coffee, your knees a bit shaky.

“Eddie…Did you text me?,” You asked, your voice quivering with emotion. Eddie couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the feeling was but he felt a tug at his heart. He nodded, causing you to sigh shakily, your shoulders slumping.

“I…I have to go,” You muttered, eyes glassy with unshed tears, trying to rush past Eddie to the door.

Eddie felt panic prick at his nerves as he stepped in front of you, eyes sorrowful and longing. He leaned down to meet your gaze that was trying to focus on the welcome mat at the door.

“Please…Just…tell me what happened? I can’t stand this…I miss my best friend,” Eddie choked out, his throat tightening as he felt the prick of tears at the back of his eyes. His hands clenched and unclenched, trying to reach out to you.

You bit your lip, looking at Eddie's shaky hands. You stayed quiet for a bit. Finally, when you spoke up, your voice was thick with tears, Eddie realizing as they ran down your face, your soft sniffles practically echoing in the room. “I don’t want to lose you… But I can’t be friends anymore,” You sobbed, your shoulders shaking.

Eddie felt his heart shatter, his hands shaking as he tried to reach out to touch you but stopped himself, clenching his fist. He was desperate at this point. His words flowed out without any walls up, a rare occasion for the Munson boy.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Hell, I’ll even beg. Just let me know what I did wrong, or what happened… You’re the best person I’ve ever met and I’d be lost without you…I miss our sleepovers, our late night talks, our cuddle sessions, the way you talk me down from an anxiety attack…the way we are both so different yet so alike. You’re like this bright star full of warmth and I can’t stand the thought of losing you and never knowing how in the world I fucked up so badly, I-,” Eddie rushed out, sobs shaking his tall frame, his nose and eyes tinged red now, his eyes stinging from the salty tears.

You shook softly, crying as Eddie rambled, shaking your head. “I just… God it’s pathetic…”

Eddie came closer, grabbing your shoulder softly to try and look into your eyes despite his blurred vision. “P-please, Bug. Please…”

You looked up at the ceiling rather than Eddie, your tears flowing steadily. Eddie felt his heart break once again. Girls full of mystery and humbleness and sunshine through the clouds and soft cozy days shouldn’t sob. At least not because of their idiot fucked up and grumpy metalhead friends.

“I… I like you Eddie. I have for a while. You’re easy to be around and always know what to say and do. You’re so unapologetically…you. And I tried to push down the feelings and ignore them. It was working. For a while, at least. But then I saw you with that girl at the party and heard Steve mention some hot girl you liked and…I couldn’t handle the hurt. I’m sorry,” Your voice shook as you tried to keep your voice calm and without letting the sobs wrack your body.

Eddie’s heart somehow lifted up into his throat and sank into his shoes at the same time. How did he not see it before? He had been so blindsided by trying to ignore his own budding feelings for you that he hurt you.

You looked so tired and shaky, eyes still avoiding him. You tried to brush past him yet again. Eddie felt his heart leap as he rushed to grab your hand, stopping you.

“Bug…please…I like you too.”

You turned with a humorless laugh, eyes still glossy but you were holding back tears. Eddie felt a prick of confusion and hurt.

“Yeah right, Eds. Just, please don’t lie to me. It’s okay. I’ll get over it,” You sighed, voice sharp with hurt.

“I’m not lying,” Eddie said sternly, his eyes trying to peer into your own. You looked at him for the first time since entering through his door, your face guarded from emotion despite your eyes.

“Eddie…you’re you. And I’m me. You have a different person over every week, you have a reputation. I'm a boring college girl with a thankless snitchy job and no one tries to come on to me. Just…stop lying,” You said bitterly, your voice soft despite the sharp edges in your words.

Eddie felt his blood boil and his heart squeezed with sorrow. How could you not see everything you meant to him? How could you not see how funny and unique you were? How amazing and accomplished? “Look, maybe I’m Eddie ‘The Manwhore’ Munson, but I’ve stopped hooking up with people. For a while now. Since I’ve known you. I was talking to Chrissy at the party and joking around because she asked about my costume. But I wasn’t flirting. I hadn’t seen her since early September.”

You looked away, folding in on yourself, your shoulders deflated. Eddie couldn’t stand the pout on your lips, the furrow on your brow. He wanted to kiss them away.

“You’re all I’ve thought of and the only person I’ve ever needed so strongly in my life. You’re so amazing and you don’t even see it, Bug. Let me show you. Please,” Eddie pleaded, tilting your chin up to look at him, your eyes wide and full of fear and shock. He felt his heart trying to break free of his ribcage, his emotions coming over him in waves. His eyes flitted back and forth between your parted lips and red rimmed eyes, the invisible tug towards you strong. Your eyelids fluttered as you nodded, sighing out softly.

Eddie leaned down slowly, still holding your chin in his hand before softly kissing your lips, his mouth slightly chapped against your soft mouth. He was gentle and slow, holding your jaw as if he was scared you’d break. When you finally pulled away, you both stared at each other. Eddie saw the clear shock and flustered expression on your face, reveling in your sudden shyness.

“See,” He teased in a soft whisper. “I like you, dumbass.”

You smiled softly up at him, laughing a bit.

Eddie’s heart soared. You were worth the risk.

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 month

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What music genres do you think the batfam members listen to?I ask this because of how little Alternative music fan headcannons there are. I personally think Tim enjoys grunge and or nu metal(Specifically bands like limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Korn, and System of a Down)

I'm not too familiar with genres, so I'll be giving this my best shot. I typically listen to music by the vibe it gives. My playlists include music that makes my brain go brr (the nice dissociation), songs for muses, ones to scandalize my mother, music a garage band would play, songs that make God fear me, and a long playlist for pleasant company.

Anyways, I've seen a few fics where people say that Bruce and Tim share a love of those genres. I could definitely see Tim listening to the ones you mentioned. He probably plays it through his preferred headphones as he fixes electronics, codes, or plots destruction. He also, because he suppresses his anger a lot, probably listens to music like Ghostemane, Kim Dracula, and Freddie Dredd.

Jason definitely enjoys musicals. Dick as well, but Jason isn't as vocal about it. Instead, Jason will listen to 80's rock and 2000's girl bands if others around (he ofc listens to TLC).

I like to think that they all enjoy music in different languages. For Dick and Damian, they especially like music they grew up listening to in their respective cultures. The others, because the batfam is multilingual, just enjoy all kinds of different tunes in multiple languages. The batfam playlist, especially for hanging out in the cave, is chaotic. Bruce nearly had an aneurysm the first time he heard Touch You (Yarichin Bitch Club) over the speakers. The only reason the kids didn't get in trouble was because Damian was out with Colin at the time.

I hc that Cass likes lofi hip hop music. She typically enjoys all songs but prefers those without words (because understanding words still requires energy from her and can prevent her from fully relaxing). She does listen to a lot of classical music, a passion she shares with Alfred.

Alfred, the man the myth the legend, enjoys swing music the most. He'll put on a variety of music in the kitchen (different classical eras, opera music, the occasional musical, jazz, some more modern instrumental music, and some movie background tracks), but the whole fam knowns he's in a really good mood if swing music is playing.

Bruce is the type of person to just listen to what's on. Unless he dislikes the music, he will be fine with whatever his kids or Alfred have playing. He particularly enjoys alternative rock and old country music (like Garth Brooks), but he doesn't usually fight for the aux cord.

Barbara has playlists depending on her mood. Birds of Prey mission prep? Bruce being a dick? Dick being a dick? Batfam drama she has to once again intervene in? Coding nights? Can't get out of bed days? She also has a few playlists for each person she regularly interacts with. For calm or bad nights, she'll put the playlist in that person's comm. She also likes to hack speakers around Bruce and play her revenge music when he's being a petty asshole. Some of her revenge music includes "They're Coming to Take Me Away" by Sloppy Jane, "OoOo1" by galen tipton, "All I see is Poop" by Hobo Johnson, "I Swallowed Shampoo" by Soupy Garage Juice, "I am now going to bark at you" by thquib, and "I hope You Die in a Fire" by Grand Commander.

Duke is most definitely a Mitski, Hozier, Crane Wives enjoyer, and you can pry that hc from my cold, dead hands. He probably also likes songs similar to "Ancapistan" by Jreg or "The Fine Print" by The Stupendium.

Dick's music is either super high in energy or sad as fuck. He loves the songs "Has Anbody Seen My Will to Live" by The Tin Knees and "Copacabana (At the Copa)" by Barry Manilow because they are both sad and happy :) I hc that he likes songs by TV Girl, Yot Club, Joji, and Cosmo Sheldrake. He also has a few playlists he follows of Zumba music. The song "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer is one of his favorites.

This is already a pretty long post, so feel free to reblog with more ideas! I didn't get to Steph or more in depth with Damian :(

#dc comics #duke thomas #dc universe #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #yes i do listen to every song and band I've mentioned regularly and for enjoyment #thank you for the ask!!!!#i will probably add damian and steph later #ignore any bad writings with this one cause I'm currently at work while writing it

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Hi suzu!!!! ok so I’ve been stalking your profile lately, I just like your writing sm😭 can i request nsfw modern au where dom scaramouche and reader are in the pool in their house and then they make out and it turns into sex (Im sorry for my language btw)

Dom! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Pool sex. Modern AU.

a/n: Hello hello☺️ I welcome this kind of stalking. I am both humbly pleased and flattered. Thank you so much. Here is the pitch. And I hope you enjoy.

You always loved the smell of chlorine. You spent as much time in your pool as possible because of it. You could even go swimming in the winter because it was an indoor pool.

And of course, Scaramouche would swim with you and indulge this...hobby you had. If swimming and smelling chlorine made you happy then so be it. And it was a bonus that he got to see you in two piece bathing suites so he wasn't going to complain.

He even played silly pool games with you.

Which is what he was doing with you now. Calling out Polo to you everytime you said Marco. He thought you looked stupid groping around for him with your eyes closed, following the sound of his voice.

You suddenly wanted to feel water sweep over your shoulders, so plugged your nose, keeping your eyes closed, you dove down onto the water until you almost touched the bottom of the pool

When he didn't respond right away to continue the game, you didn't realize what happened yet. "What's the matter? Are you afraid you are going to lose?"

"No, I'm not. Open your eyes and look down. I'm done with this game, anyways. It's so juvenile," he said, swimming closer to you. He'd already won in a way. So sue him for wanting to get a better eyeful.

You soon discovered why.

"Huh? What? Oh..oh no," now you'd caught up. When you'd gone underwater, the water had untied both strings on your swim suit top. It was now floating in pool at your feet. "Hold on, I'll grab it and put it back on.

"You'll do no such thing," Scaramouche said, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you. He said it like it was an order. You always stirred his dominant side to life, no matter what you did. And today was no different.

Before you knew it, Scaramouche's lips collided with yours as he pushed you against the wall of the pool. Water sloshed around you as he hooked one of your legs over his hip, pushing his tongue in your mouth to explore.

You always melted like candle wax whenever he kissed you.

"Your moans had better echo throughout this pool house," he said pulling away, reaching his hand into the water to push your the bottom of your swim suit aside to rub your clit. "I'll make sure they do."

You shivered when you felt water pool against your pussy. He started fingering you, taking great care to hook his fingers against your sweet spot. Your moan seemed to stretch around the pool house in the octave that Scaramouche demanded.

When you started grinding needily into his fingers, he squeezed your thigh in warning. "Slow down, I want you to cum while my cock is inside you." He occasionally tested your submission to him like this, just to see how you look when you were instantly compliant to his will during intimacy.

It didn't matter if you listened or not. He would always make sure you knew your place when you subbed for him. Which was often.

Scaramouche rubbed your clit again as a reward when you did as you were told. By this point, you need something of his inside you, whether it be his fingers or his cock.

You even begged for him in the octave that he expected. "Please Scara, fuck me. I don't I can..."

Scaramouche decided he heard enough to satisfy him, and it usually took a lot more than that. Your wardrobe malfunction wound him up fast.

"Don't forget what I told you," he firmly reminded you. Hastily pulling the waist band of his trunks down off his cock, he thrust himself inside your eager cunt, bottoming out almost instantly.

Water sloshed around you, making your slick bleed into the pool water as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You writhed against the wall of the pool, your mewls sounding whiny and consistent.

They made him thrust into you rougher. He was determined to hear you be louder than you normally were. He pushed two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. He thought you always sounded the best you moaned sucking on his fingers or his cock.

Drool pooled down your chin as you sucked happily on his fingers. When your orgasm washed over you, making you squeal, high pitched and giddy, you barely heard any of the noises Scaramouche was making while his cum ribboned inside of you.

While you both panted, coming down for your highs, he liked that you made no move to answer your phone when the notification chimed that you had a new text message.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #sub female reader #scaramouche x y/n

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overlydramaticinephile · 2 years

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There's an us now.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (no physical descriptions, BUT reader is Robin's best friend which is major plot point)

Summary: Steve and Y/N start to develop feelings for each other yet there are a few obstacles they are scared of dealing with (again, i'm the worst at summarys)

Word count: 4.1k (eye- she's a long one)

Warnings: Enemies to lovers kind of trope, pretty much a teen movie vibe, angsty?? agruments, douchey behaviour, fluff in there. Some curse words. (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! So, I've been working on this for a few weeks but idk how good it is. My work is never proof read....so....should probably warn that too. Anyway i'm posting it bc still in my “based on Pacey Witter” era…so yeah- hope you guys enjoy! <3 thank you so much for reading my other fics inspired by the dawson's creek show too!

READ PART 2 HERE

Ever have one of those days you wish you could live all over again?

Well, it all started a couple of weeks ago...

Y/N found a pay phone and called Steve after a failed night out. But I should probably tell you why she called Steve or better yet, how she met Steve.

Y/N has been Robin's best friend since they were five years old. It is your classic "I hope our kids become best friends" type of story. And of course, they did. Y/N was always the quiet kid in school; until she met hyper little Robin. It pretty much started with a simple "Wanna come play with me? I brought my new pet rocks!" and well, how could Y/N say no to that? From that moment on it was them against the world. Sure, they only had each other but that was more than enough.

And let's remember that nothing ever came between them, I mean, the way they love one another is something anyone should be jealous of. And when Robin was understanding her identity and felt scared about her own feelings and how others would react, she never hesitated to tell Y/N about them, she knew she would never judge her and that there wasn't anything they wouldn't do for each other. They were family after all.

But then came the year 1985.

Y/N and Robin were supposed to get summer jobs so they could save up for college and move in together. It has been their dream since they were twelve. Them against the artsy city of New York. Therefore, Y/N started working at the coffee shop near the new mall and Robin at the ice cream shop in the new mall. And that's when it all started to change. Maybe that's a bit dramatic, but we should probably continue with the fact that Steve "The hair" Harrington was Robin's co-worker at Scoops Ahoy.

If we thought Robin and Steve didn't get along or in better words, find each other's company annoying, Y/N and Steve had nothing on them. They could barely stand each other, always bickering and calling each other names. Many said it was because there was too much sexual tension but they would say it was pure loathing. Again, dramatic, but that's how it felt at the time.

When Robin and Steve finally became friends, they went to visit Y/N at the coffee shop. Steve protested but he could never win an argument against Robin. Y/N saw Robin and immediately started smiling, that was until she saw Steve with her of course, her smile turned into a frown with an annoyed look on her face, but what could she do? they were also best friends now. So, when they all sat in the modern coffee shop waiting for Y/N to start her shift, that's when she saw what she thought was one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. So she stopped listening to whatever argument Steve and Robin were having today.

"So, what do you think Y/N?" said Robin hoping her friend would back her up.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N." Steve started shaking his hand in front of her face making her wake up from her daydreaming.

"What?" she said with a face none of them recognized on her but Steve still tried to figure out.

Robin looked in the direction Y/N was daydreaming and noticed the guy waiting in line. "Who is that?"

"Who's who?" Y/N said hoping that it sounded cool enough for them to not ask any more questions or better yet, to not embarrass her.

"Uh...the guy who's breaking your neck?" said Steve with an amused face.

"Could it be? Y/N is finally noticing the opposite sex?"

Y/N frowned for what felt like eight times that day. "Bite me, Steve." she deadpanned.

Steve could only smirk at that and couldn't help but tease a little more. "Um, excuse me, young man! This woman here thinks you're very attractive!"

Y/N widen her eyes and put her hand on Steve's mouth so he would stop talking. "You asshole!"

The guy in the white shirt turned around and locked eyes with Y/N and he couldn't help but smile at her.

After Y/N returned the smile and saw the guy walking in, she turned to Steve with an entirely different facial expression.

"I'm going to kill you, one night in your sleep, a slit throat, maybe, or a screwdriver to your temple. Be ready." that's when she got up and left.

And of course, Robin just stayed there confused about what just happened in the last minute.

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Later, Y/N and the guy in the white shirt, which turned out to have a name, Scott, became Y/N's first real boyfriend. And it was nice... for a couple of months until they broke up because Scott thought they needed time apart. Yeah, pretty shitty. But that leads us to this:

The party was throwing a get-together and of course, Robin, Steve, and Y/N were invited, even Vickie, Robin's current crush. But Y/N didn't show. She was still in her depression stage. And Robin being the best friend she was tried almost everything to make her feel better but Y/N was convinced she was in love with Scott and that's why it hurt so much so... Robin's last resource believe it or not was Steve Harrington. He was a great listener and an amazing friend when he wanted to be... so Robin decided to ask him a favour.

"You should have seen her...Steve...I need to know that she's okay. Could you talk to her and watch over her for a while?" said Robin sweetly hoping to convince him.

"Oh no, no, no, no." Steve chuckled nervously at the request. Y/N hated his guts how was he supposed to do that?

"She needs someone Steve, not that she would ever admit it."

Steve started making this "I really don't want to do this” face, like when someone asks you to do the dishes or something but how could he say no to Robin? It was scientifically impossible.

"You would be doing it as a favour to me, please." She begged. She never begged. So with that, Steve accepted.

Later that day, it was Steve's first attempt at standing by Y/N's side as long as she needed someone. That much he knew.

While Y/N was crying by herself like one does and having the biggest pity party, she couldn't help but notice the figure of a man, a man with a very distinguished haircut.

"Ahoy there! Anyone on the shore?" said Steve. Yeah, don't know what he expected with that. I blame it on the nerves.

"What are you doing here?" Yep. She sounded annoyed between those sniffs.

"It's the damnest thing, I just got into my car and magically drifted to your house."

"Yeah well, magically drift any closer and I'll kill you" Yeah...she loved giving him death threats.

"You know, I almost believed that..." said Steve.

Y/N looked at Steve while he sat next to her and notice that smug smile he did when he tried to be nice. "She told you didn't she?"

He nervously sighed. "What do you think?"

"I think I hate you both."

"Well you really gonna hate me when you hear what I got to say...he did the right thing, Scott, I mean."

That made Y/N look his way again but this time with a confused expression, waiting for him to continue. "You both need to be apart right now."

"How would you know what I need?" answered Y/N with a very dry tone.

"Yeah..." Steve scoffed. "You know, you're probably right. How could I possibly know how hard it is to let somebody go right? The pain of knowing that even though you're right for each other, that doesn't necessarily mean you're right for each other right now. What would I know about that right?"

Y/N closed her eyes and hoped the tears would stop coming out. But of course, she never was that lucky.

"Of all the people to see me like this, it had to be you." She finally answered, wipping her tears.

Steve chuckled. "Well you know, it's a new year, who knows, you and I might even become friends."

Y/N glared at him. "Steve, I'm upset enough as it is."

Steve smiled and put his armed around Y/N hoping it would bring her comfort somehow and when she didn't move, flinch or punch him he had this warm feeling inside which only grew when she started crying on his shoulder, seeking that comfort.

And that is the how and why that made Y/N call Steve that night. Somehow thanks to Robin and that shitty breakup with Scott.

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So, anyway, back to the day it all changed for the two of them.

Y/N waited for Steve to pick her up and hoped he wouldn't ask any questions. But then again, when did he not?

"Hey, so what happened?" Steve asked of course.

"Nothing happened." Y/N just wanted to go home and change from the fancy outfit that she now found stupid.

Steve only felt more curious. "You got bored? you got homesick? you finally ripped off his rubber mask and revealed his true alien features? what?"

"I don't want to talk about it." she couldn't get more clear than that.

The boy scoffed in fake offense. "Oh well, forgive me if I'm having a little bit of trouble with the “no questions asked” part."

By then, they both got in the car and Steve started driving for what felt like an eternity but Y/N couldn't stand to be in that place any longer.

"So, are you ever gonna speak again? come on Y/N, say something."

Y/N with a short temper finally answered what she was hoping to avoid. "What do you want me to say Steve? “You were right”? you were right okay? right as always. Steve Harrington, the only person in my life who ever speaks the truth." she said with a fake smile.

Steve found that ironic, you know, because of the fact that with time he started developing feelings for the Y/H/C girl. But that's a story for another day.

"That's not entirely accurate." he mumbled.

"Well, you told me what was going to happen."

"Which was what Y/N/N? what happened up there?"

Steve truly just wanted to help. He couldn't stand to see her sad, he just wanted to take all her pain away all the time, even for the smallest thing, he just wanted her to be happy.

"There was another girl." said Y/N taking Steve out of his thoughts.

"Oh…I'm sorry Y/N/N." Even though he secretly wished she would be with him, he truly was sorry.

"You know, the whole time that I was watching them I just kept thinking, this is it. This is real. Just like Steve said. This is the real thing. And it reminded me once again what exactly I don't have."

Again, Steve thought this conversation was just ironic, making him want to profess his undying love for her, but he decided to keep it vague. He couldn't risk the friendship they had developed and of course, the promise he made to Robin, the "off limits" promise as he likes to call it.

"You keep looking and you'll find it." smooth Steve, smooth.

Y/N obviously didn't get the hint "I won't. I mean isn't that obvious by now? I'm not meant to."

How dramatic could she be? "Why? because you're 18 and alone? come on…"

"No, because I'm 18 and in my entire life there have been two people that actually know me Steve. Robin and-"

"This Tobey guy didn't know you, alright? I don't care how you felt about him Y/N/N, he didn't know you because if he did, he would never have walked away." that Steve got worked up over her last choice of words was an understatement.

"I was going to say you, Steve." Y/N sighed.

Steve took a deep breath and consider his options hoping he wouldn't regret them later. Which made him pull over at the side of the road.

"Have you totally lost it?" Y/N panicked at the sudden change.

"Nope. Not totally. Not yet." Steve said getting out of the car.

Y/N was stunned by that but she mimicked Steve's actions and followed him.

Steve started pacing around becoming more nervous by the second. "Okay, what did you mean by that?"

Y/N was trying to figure out what the hell was happening right now. "By what?" she questioned.

"About me knowing you better than anybody else."

"Exactly what I said Steve. You know me, okay? and in a way that nobody else besides Robin ever has-"

Steve was starting to lose his patience, Y/N's oblivious nature frustrated him sometimes. "We're not talking about Robin right now, we're talking about me. I mean you can't keep up doing this to me, Y/L/N." he let out a breath he didn't realize he was kinda holding in.

Y/N was officially confused "Doing what?! what so I count on you and tell you secrets and suddenly-"

"And you call me in the middle of the night to pick you up, why?" Did he have to spell it out for her? It wouldn't surprise him if he did.

"I'm sorry that I called, I thought that I-"

"I'm not mad that you called me, I just want to know why you called me."

"You were the first person that I thought of Steve."

"And what does that mean Y/N/N?" This is it. This has to be it, thought Steve.

"It- it means…I guess it means that I can talk to you and that you're there for me."

Yeah, it wasn't, clearly, he would need to show her and that clueless mind of hers. "Don't you ever get tired of talking?" said Steve barely holding his thoughts together.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows so hard one would think they would have stayed like that forever. "No. No, I don't get tired of talking. I don't- no."

"I don't want to talk anymore."

"What are you trying to say, Steve? why are we standing here? I don't-"

Steve thought it was now or never. He rushed over to her, closing the remaining gap between them, and gave her the most tender yet passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. Y/N was taken by surprise and at first, was in shock until she couldn't help it and melted into his lips and his embrace. It was heavenly after all.

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One week later.

Everyone was waiting for Steve's birthday party. He complained but everyone was so persistent with doing something nice for him and the fact that they also crave some normal, monster-free activities.

"Oh, hey, look. There's Robin and Vickie." said Max with relief.

Lucas noticed. "Got the champagne?"

Robin smiled proudly at her accomplishment of getting the drinks while moving the bottle in the air. "Right here. Oop! Whoa. That was almost a disaster." she then took the bottle with both hands to prevent an accident that would end with the party not having some type of alcohol.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey." said the kids in unison. Pretty weird if you ask Robin.

"So, uh, where's Y/N? I thought she was coming with us." asked Max.

"She, uh, wanted to stop at the library and plow through that watergate history assignment."

Or....at least that's what she told Robin.

Because meanwhile in Steve's bedroom. A heavy makeout session was in the process. That has been happening a lot lately. And with a lot, I mean every day. Whenever they saw each other, they couldn't help but feel the deep attraction that was unlocked after that surprise kiss one week ago.

"Come on. Let's go, Steve." said Y/N between needy, sloppy kisses.

Steve only hummed and carried her to his desk so they could be more comfortable.

"It's your birthday party we're planning on going to." Y/N kept trying.

Finally, Steve found the strength to answer. "I have a birthday party?" he said mocking surprise.

"Mmm." the kisses just kept getting more determined which alarmed Y/N.

"No, we have to stop this. It's wrong." said Y/N with a whiny voice.

Steve was only partially listening. "Yes. Dead wrong."

While the brunette boy started kissing her neck, in between the pleasure she felt her overthinking mind also stepped in.

"Steve. Look, we've been in denial all week." she said moving him back a little so he would look at her.

"I mean, when we're around other people, we pretend like nothing's changed, and then the minute we're alone, it turns into this."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. He truly was interested in what Y/N would say their relationship now was. "This what?"

Y/N thought for a second. "Well, this…embarrassing grope fest."

Steve hummed in agreement. "Yeah, I guess this is kind of embarrassing, huh? Especially for you, given how much you protested." he kissed her again.

Y/N kissed him back but then pulled him away smiling playfully. "I did not protest."

"You did too."

The kissing didn't stop until Steve backed down after his own overthinking.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

"What?" questioned Y/N.

Steve sighed. "I gotta tell her, Y/N/N. We do. We gotta tell her as soon as possible, because the longer we wait, Y/N/N, the worse it gets."

Y/N shook her head. "No, Steve. I've tried. I've tried plenty of times to--"

"Every time I see Robin now, I just feel like--"

"You don't have to bother filling in the expletive, okay?" said Y/N in a low voice.

"I mean, this isn't exactly the easiest thing I've ever had to do, Steve-- telling Robin that while she wasn't looking, I developed this bizarre gravitational pull towards her best friend, and I can't stop thinking about him or wanting to be near him or wanting to kiss him, all the time." And, the kissing started again. It was undeniable,

"I'll do it. I'll tell her." said Steve looking deep into her Y/E/C eyes to let her know he was serious.

Y/N thought about it for a second but then she shook her head again. "No, I can't let you do that. It's--this is my responsibility."

"Y/N/N, it's not your responsibility. I'm the one that started this, remember? I'm the one that got you into this situation. And, frankly, the only way that I want to save my friendship with Robin is to be completely honest with her, so I gotta do this. All I need is one day. Just one day."

Y/N decided to trust him. "One day."

"Yes." said Steve while kissing her forehead. "One day."

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Steve waited outside Robin's window, hoping the strength to get in and see her would arrive. To many, this would seem a bit dramatic but given Steve's history with girls, Robin didn't want Y/N to be one of them and end up getting hurt, or, even the other way around. She hoped that it was possible for one straight boy and girl to remain only friends.

Taking him out of his thoughts, Steve noticed Nancy walking toward him.

"Hey."

"Hey, Steve." she said with an empathic voice.

She was the only one that knew what was going on between Y/N and Steve after Y/N needed some serious girl talk, she of course didn't mention Steve's name but Nancy figured it out in no time.

"Nobody home?"

"I don't know, actually." Steve mumbled.

"Could knock and find out."

Steve finally looked at her. "I could just walk right in, you know. They never lock it. I've been coming here, just walking right through the front door, making myself at home."

Nancy hummed at his response and notice how nervous he was. "She wants to be with you, Steve. She does." she said talking about Y/N of course.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "And you know this how?"

"Told me so this morning."

"Why am I not happy to hear that right now?" said Steve with a dry nervous chuckle.

"Well, because right now you've gotta walk through that front door and tell your best friend that the only girl in the universe she asked you to stay away from…"

"Is the same one that I can’t live without." Steve sighed.

"Yeah." said Nancy in an almost whisper-type voice feeling sorry for him.

"I've had this conversation with her in my head a thousand times."

"Yeah? how's it go?" said Nancy smiling a little.

"Oh, you know, Robin saying something along the lines of…"Vaya con Dios, Steve." She deserves a shot at being happy. Now…why don't you give it a try?"

Nancy kept smiling and nodding."It could happen. Just minus the spanish part."

Steve chuckled. "Yeah."

That was the first failed attempt at telling Robin the secret that was eating both of her best friends up.

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Steve entered his house remembering he was also going to meet with Dustin.

Just two seconds later he noticed the curly hair boy. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Henderson, I'm sorry. Look, me and Y/N came to a really important decision." Oh right, Dustin also knew about Steve and Y/N little love fest.

Dustin looked surprised. "Woah woah woah wait, since when are you and Y/N deciding anything?"

Steve grinned. "You're gonna like this one, 'cause it turns out you were right. She's into me, man. That's why she got so freaked out when I kissed her."

"Really?" said Dustin with a doubtful tone.

"Yeah."

"So, then you told Robin?" Of course, he was going to ask that.

"Uh…no, not exactly. That's what I was trying to do all morning, Henderson. Remember the little errand that I had to run, but it just…turned into this wild goose chase, and… I didn't think it was going to take that long. I'm sorry."

Dustin decided to give him a piece of his mind now that things seemed to be getting more complicated.

"Look. Telling Robin that you kissed Y/N in a moment of weakness is a hell of a lot different than sneaking around with her behind her back, don't you think?" Dustin then sighed at Steve's sad eyes.

"Look, Steve, at the end of the day, Y/N and Robin, they're gonna stay friends or whatever it is that they are, and you're gonna end up alone. All right? no girlfriend, no friend, just completely and utterly alone. Think about it. I was right before, wasn't I?"

Even though it sounded cruel, they all know how sensitive the topic was for Robin. The party of course would support them and probably say "fucking finally" but Robin...she was in denial of all that chemistry.

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Steve was walking to Robin's house determined on telling her and not backing down like earlier. But behind him running, was Y/N trying to catch him before he entered.

"Hey." Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled this worried expression. She seemed upset too.

"Hey. Hey, Y/N/N, what's wrong?" said Steve while he hugged her trying to calm her breathing.

“Look, Steve…we can’t do this okay?"

"Can’t do what?" Steve questioned nerviously.

"I have to be the one to tell her, okay? I mean, things are really complicated between me and Robin, and it has nothing to do with you, it's just…look it has to come from me or else it is going to ruin everything." she said with the most anxious tone Steve had ever seen Y/N carry.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Just calm down Y/N/N, it's alright. We'll do whatever you want to do okay?" he hugged her again.

"A sign of what?"

Steve decided to keep talking and see if that would calm her a little.

"I mean, you wanna know God's honest truths? I've been in the process of chickening out the whole way over here." he said chuckling lightly.

That only made Y/N overthink even more.

"Maybe is a sign, Steve."

Y/N didn't know if she should continue honestly but she thought Steve deserved the truth.

"It's just that for so long, she's been everything to me Steve, I mean this girl has been my family when I hadn't had one, and she's the one person in my life who I can always depend on and this, this is gonna kill her."

Steve then sighed, realizing something. "You never had any intention of telling her, did ya?" he then smiled. "You didn't come here tonight to tell her, you came here to stop me from doing-"

Y/N quickly cutted him off shaking her head. "No, I tried to tell her, I went up there and I tried-"

"Of course, you did but, let me guess, you failed right?"

After that Robin came out of the house. It seemed they weren't as discrete and quiet as they thought.

"I thought I heard something out here." she deadpanned.

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K, my dear, can i request a modern Tommy with the prompt "Why do we have to keep hiding? I'm tired of being kept a secret." Give me that good angst 😆

Isabella!!! Thank you for sending this in (and for requesting a modern Tommy story 😉)!!! I was listening to the song Hide My Love by The Glorious Sons the other day and immediately thought of this prompt you sent. I decided to base it off of the last verse of the song. It may be a little ooc, but modern!Tommy is an AU anyway, so I just rolled with it. Enjoy! 🥰

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Why Do You Hide My Love?

Modern!Tommy Shelby

Warnings: language, slight age gap

Tommy shows up at (Y/N)’s house one day, wondering why she’s hesitant to share their relationship with the world.

All of the scenarios that Tommy had been thinking up while waiting on the doorstep of (Y/N)’s house disappeared the second her older sister answered the door.

“Well if it isn’t Tommy Shelby,” she said upon realizing who was waiting outside.

“Is (Y/N) home?” Tommy questioned, not wanting to deal with her more than he had to.

“What’s your reason behind wantin’ to see her?” the woman’s eyebrows raised as she leaned against the hand holding open the door.

“You know why,” he was curt with his response, trying his best not to blow up on the sister of the woman he was wanting to talk to.

“Actually I don’t…would you care to elaborate?” she asked him, so obviously playing dumb to get on his nerves.

He tried not to let her get under his skin. “Sarah, let me in. Please,” he just about demanded, still keeping his voice, and head, level.

“Never thought I’d see the day where I’d see Tommy Shelby, the president of our secondary school class, beg me to do something for him. Boy, how times have changed,” Sarah commented, now laughing at the irony of this entire situation.

“Would you at least stop laughing?”

“Tell me what you’re here for,” her laughter stopped in an instant, and she sent him a deadpan expression.

Tommy thought for a moment. Should he just tell her why he’d shown up at her house? Should he give her an ability to make another witty come back? “You know what, it’s none of your business…just go get your sister and then let us be,” he told her after deciding against telling her what she wanted to hear. He sent her a scowl then for extra measure, hoping to convey the point that even though he was there to speak to (Y/N), he still didn’t want to entertain her conversations.

He thought he’d seen the last of Sarah (Y/L/N) in secondary school. He never thought that he’d be crossing paths with her again some fifteen odd years down the road. He also never expected to take an interest in Sarah’s younger sister, (Y/N). She was only in year 10 when Tommy was getting ready to graduate. It would have been considered weird back then, but nobody really thought twice about a four year age gap at their age now. In fact, that was the last thing on his mind when the lights hit her the right way in the bar they were both at several weeks ago.

But there was a problem now. “Tommy? What’re you doing here?” (Y/N)’s questions brought Tommy out of his thoughts and back into the present.

“I asked him the same thing, (Y/N),” Sarah chimed in from behind her little sister.

“Give us a moment, Sarah…please?” (Y/N) asked before Tommy was able to send a response her way. Sarah only huffed and walked deeper into the house, leaving the couple on their own. “What’re you doing here, Tommy?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned back to look at him.

“Why do we have to keep hiding, (Y/N)?” he got right to the reason behind his presence, “I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

(Y/N) sighed as she heard what he had to say. “Tommy, don’t think that this is because of…”

“Why do you hide me, love?” he cut her off, desperate eyes begging her for an answer.

Silence fell between them as (Y/N) looked at him for a moment before glancing to each side of the street. “Come inside,” she told him then, stepping aside so that he could enter her house. She really didn’t want to have this conversation on the front step of her home for the entire neighborhood to see.

Tommy only nodded before he stepped past her. As soon as he entered the house, he turned back around to face her, watching as she shut the door and turned around. The two stared at each other for a few more moments before Tommy finally spoke up. “Why do you not want anyone to know we’re together?” he asked her, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets, making his biceps become visible through the fabric of the white dress shirt he was wearing.

(Y/N) pursed her lips and stared at him a little longer, trying so hard not to let her eyes drop any lower than his collarbones (because it’d be over for her if she did). She held the silence for about a minute before letting out a long sigh. “It’s stupid…really,” she said while shaking her head.

“Tell me,” he demanded softly, wanting to get to the bottom of the problem standing between them.

“You’re very well known in the public and professional sector, Tommy…” she started off.

“And?” he prompted her to continue, unsure if he should raise his eyebrows or furrow them.

“And I’m still trying to make a name of myself. I…I just didn’t want people thinking that I’m getting with you so that I can climb up the ladder quicker,” she explained herself, ringing her hands together as she spoke; feeling embarrassed about the entire situation.

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he soaked in her statement. “That’s the reason?” he asked her, wanting to make sure he heard her correctly. She nodded, looking at him sort of in the way a scared child would. He couldn’t help but exhale a laugh and shake his head slightly. “That’s the last thing you should be worrying about, baby. If people’ve got a problem with us being together because they’re thinking that; they’ve got another thing coming for them, cuz I won’t let that fucking happen,” he told her, his eyes not straying away from hers as he spoke.

“You’re not afraid that they’d think that?” she asked, her way of checking to make sure he was being honest.

“Fuck no,” he shook his head, his prompt answer making his thoughts blatant, “why would I care about what other people think when I’ve got all I need with you, eh?”

“Tommy…” she trailed off, her cheeks heating up.

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” he doubled down on his statement as he stepped closer to her, “I’m happy you’re my girl, and I want the whole world to know about it,” he told her, a grin playing on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as she draped her arms over his shoulders. “Maybe it’s time we tell the world then,” she said, her statement making Tommy’s grin grow before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

“Well that was fucking disgusting,” Sarah’s voice came from the hallway to the right of them, making (Y/N) pull away from Tommy with a groan.

“I thought I told you to leave us be, Sarah,” (Y/N) mumbled, sending her sister a glare.

“You did…but this is my house also, and I’m entitled to go to the kitchen whenever I want,” she argued, “I didn’t think that I was gonna walk in on a declaration followed by a make out session.”

“Well you’d better get used to it because he and I are together,” (Y/N) came right out and announced it. She didn’t miss the smile that formed on Tommy’s face, catching it in the corner of her eye.

“I’m fine with it if you’re happy, but just please let me go get my drink before you two start sucking face again, alright?” Sarah stated, making it sound like it was a big deal, but inside, she was happy for them.

“Go on,” (Y/N) dismissed her, letting her walk past them, which she did with a huff. “That felt good to say,” she said to Tommy then as she looked at him once more.

“I’m sure it did,” Tommy grinned right back at her before he leaned in and kissed her again.

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