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wren-dy-flowergarden · 1 month

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TWST (Mafia!AU + Bodyguard!AU)

If you realize the characters have no relatability to each other (other than the twins), you are correct. Because I just used a "spin the wheel" to pick characters to write lollllll.

Since I am trying to get back into writing, requests are OPEN. No limit. Pls fill it with what you like, no promises I will write everything though :D

I also wanted to write something more dark...pls read tags just in case!

TW: !yandere content, possessive behavior, mentions of slight blood, dark underlying themes, reader is a jewelry heiress, not be'tad

Mafia!AU Floyd Leech

Mafia!Floyd Is a little too good at his job. Frankly, his boss gets quite frustrated with the amount of bodies brought home. It says dead or alive doesn’t it? Why should it matter what happens to these small frys.

So when he sees your pretty face on the next hit, he licks his lips in delight. What a treat. Though, the boss did say to keep this one fresh. Little blood is not bad, too much, and it causes some problems.

So when Floyd sees you on a park bench across the street. You’re…normal compared to the others. They are greasy, bastards flaunting around their beer bellies with women cradled in their arms compared to the pen in your hand tapping against white paper.

Floyd wants to see where this will go. His boss said to handle you with ‘care’. The moment you see him, you freeze almost like a fish out of water, or maybe like those small shrimps he sees in the fish tank run for cover as a predator approaches. Nothing like those pompous asses who wanted all fight, no talk.

You are so much fun! As Floyd smiles, holding out an eraser.

“You dropped this little shrimpy.”

Mafia!AU Idia Shroud

Mafia!Idia never, ever, ever works in front of the house! No! Never! He rather stayed in the operating room filled with the comfort of blue light from his multiple monitors. Never missing an angle, never missing a moment, eyes glued onto the screen, because that is what he is good at.

Not when he has to escort you into their headquarters. Also, why the hell are you here? You are just the rich, tiny, heiress of a multi billion xx company; couldn’t you be placed with someone more- energetic (not chronically online person who never sees the sun).

How the hell is he supposed to start a conversation with you? Boss said to be an excellent host–why is he the one hosting the hostage!? You walk with more poise than him, your heels clicking on the floor as he shuffles.

You are pretty though… Small lips, big doe eyes with furrowed eyebrows taking in your surroundings. Even your bare shoulders, exposed thin collar bone with dazzling gems draped across your neck, are shivering whether because of the cold?

Be a good host…be a decent host, Idia repeats in his head. The next thing he knows he is throwing his long jacket at your head where you make a noise similar to an ‘ump’.

“W-w-wear that till we m-meet the boss! Hostages can’t get s-s–sick.”

Bodyguard!AU Jade Leech

Bodyguard!Jade where his smile leaves goosebumps on your skin. It's the way his eyes glimmer, his teeth a bit too sharp to be normal, the way his body lurks over you like a second shadow waiting to swallow you whole.

But…he is good at his job– ridiculously good for a man your father found off the street on a whim. The way he is diligent in his motions, gently offering his hand as you exit the limo his gaze piercing through every paparazzi, a gloved hand guides you by the small of your back through the entrance.

Your bodyguard Jade who lowers himself to the ground before you to place designer heels on your feet. It would be a lovely gesture if it weren’t for the small red marks underneath the sole…

Jade is good at his job. He keeps you protected, prudent of your lifestyle and satisfied; but, there is this feeling where you feel almost…smothered? No–submerged by his attentiveness as if you are barely keeping your head above water before a predator pulls you down.

He is right in front of your face as you wake up from your daze. His off set eyes shine in amusement as he offers his gloved hand which you take in habit. It feels damp.

“It’s almost time for your debut. Shall we?”

Bodyguard!AU Silver

Bodyguard!Silver makes you realize you are more of a bodyguard than him. At least you can stay awake. When you find him huddled against a corner of your workplace for the nth time in the last week, you break down and buy a blanket. His porcelain face makes no change as you carefully drape the plush wool over his back. Long eyelashes and smooth snow hair cradles his features.

You're about to brush a stray hair from his cheek but before even a finger graces him, your back hits the concrete floor. Wrists tightly pinned over your head. Your heart is beating in your chest, maybe from the surprise, maybe from the way silver eyes pierce into yours as he asses you with sleep in his eyes. It’s over in an instance as your bodyguard's face filled with shock and embarrassment as he releases you, apologies spilling out of his mouth.

You rub your wrists. Usually that will be an immediate fire for you. Hurting clients, sleeping on the job; but, Silver is unusually fast. Faster than any of the previous bodyguards your father had hired for you. And his eyes…iridescent opal, it is as beautiful as the jewels you collect.

Your hand to cradle his face, there would be some bruises forming across your wrists but nothing a pair oIn a soft voice y lace gloves could fix. You tell him it's alright, accidents happen, that one miniscule mistake isn’t enough for you to eget rid of him. He breaths out, anxiety still shakesungs as he gulps, nodding his head pure opals staring right at you,

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again my lady”

#.wwrenwrites #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x reader #yandere #floyd x reader #twst floyd #twst idia #idia x reader #twst jade #jade x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #not usually what I write #I write re2 content if I actually beat the game but I am a wimp

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lorebite · 1 year

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𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (some dirty talk, cunnilingus, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, exhibitionism (?), tinsy bit of begging, gentle dom reader, soft subby Eddie). strangers to more. praises and pet names.

summary: the cute metalhead over at The Hideout has the eyes for you. He seems so sweet, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to see him at his knees before you.

note: hello, yes. my very first Eddie fic. i have recurring daydreams of him as a sweet lil subby boy so i thought i'd finally share some of them. i hope you enjoy. 🤍

Tuesday nights were quite special for you – less dull, less draining; and above all, less lonely. Sure, your shifts at The Hideout barely left any room for play but those nights of the week, you particularly looked forward to the jovial company of one Eddie Munson.

He was a delight to be around; with his permanent cheeky grin carving his face and round twinkling eyes peering up at you from beneath the curtain of his fringe, it was impossible not to be fond of the sweet boy.

Especially, when he gave you the eyes.

Oh, he did and you were damn well aware of that. Whenever he sat down at the bar after finishing a gig; he watched you with eager eyes as you poured him a drink, a palm propped under his chin and mouth twisted into a lazy grin. His stare rarely moved from you, following the back-and-forth sway of your hands as you waved the cocktail shaker above the bar table.

Though he always insisted that he could go for a beer instead but seeing as his first drink of the night was so generously offered to him for free – without the knowledge of your boss above that – he would let you have your way for a round.

Not that he didn’t like whatever fancy ingredient you tried to sneak for him in his glass, or the sharp tone of your voice as you lightly scolded him into silence to which he immediately listened. The temptation of you looking after him, even in that minuscule dose, was hard to shake when you kept reminding him of a favor you promised you were going to hold him to.

Whatever that was though, he could hardly predict its nature of; but the flash of mischief in your eyes as you spoke it sparked a pleasant shock of heat in his belly and it left him wondering if you meant what he thought you did.

He, simply put, loved the attention from you – loved when your eyes were on him, when your fingers unwittingly brushed his as you handed him his vibrant glass of cocktail and the smile on your face that was only directed at him. No matter how terribly vulnerable and small your almost scrutiny made him feel, to begin with. It only tempted him to close that little remaining distance between you. Figuratively and literally.

And you, of course, have also noticed the way Eddie seemed to shrink whenever your gaze was on him, though he rarely ever avoided it. He held your eyes with a deep wash of pink across his cheeks which sometimes he tried to hide, in a way he futilely believed to be discreet, by kneading his face with the knuckles of one hand as he stirred his drink with a middle finger of another.

He was just adorable and oh, so delicious! The way his eyes lit up every time his name rolled off your tongue or those far from rare occasions when you called him sweetheart. He fucking loved that one. And you loved the subtle twitch of his lips as his smile broadened. You always wondered how he would react to the plethora of other names you so wanted to call him – baby boy sitting on the very top of the list.

Your mind wasn’t a complete stranger to those filthy thoughts. Oh, no, not at all! The side of him you witnessed after his gigs was different to the one he let come out on the crammed stage in the back of the bar; hair flying around him like a crown, skilled fingers skimming the guitar strings and feet kicking the ground in time with the heavy beats of the drums, all while his features were contorted into that scowl that deepened when the song rose and coiled into one crushing wave of noise – a sound you felt deep in your chest that only helped make your heart race quicker.

And then, when the show was finally over, he would turn into a meek little lamb sat behind the bar table where he listened to you talk and marveled at the way your face glowed underneath the neon lights. This side of him, the diluted playfulness and innocent wonder he seemed to only unravel for you, was what you adored the most. And you have thought on more than one occasion about how soft and needy he’d sound begging under you for sweet release.

Oh, you surely weren’t a complete stranger to that thought.

And tonight, the thought seemed to have swelled tenfold. It was just another Tuesday night, another slow shift; but Eddie’s boyish grin and round awestruck eyes were playing right into the hands of that ticklish heat within your core.

Your own eyes could barely move from his carefree sprawl on the wooden stool across from you, following his finger as it dipped into the fuzzy cocktail, giving it an absentminded stir before raising its coated tip to slide between the seam of his lips, completely oblivious to the dire effect that small gesture had on you. And when his glistening lips showed upon releasing that finger with an impish pop, you swallowed thickly, drawing a wavering gulp of breath.

You wanted to fucking ruin him!

You could barely hear him talk at this point; attention lost to the fog of wandering heated thoughts that only grew thicker and thicker as you listened to the echo of his voice rising above the languid air of the bar as the hour drew near to closing time; and your mind kept playing back to you the potential whiny ring of his voice dancing around your name in tearful pleas.

Your eyes made a distracted search of the vicinity, hands fixated on cleaning the same damn pint of beer for the past few indefinite minutes.

Eddie caught on eventually after asking a question you failed to answer in time. Or at all. He craned his neck down, eyes peering up inquisitively as his mouth remained slack with a pending question. He waved his fingers hesitantly before following your object of focus with his eyes to find nothing of what had captivated your attention.

“Hey, um, you’re okay?” He started slowly, waving his hand again. “Look, if I’m talking too much just give me the word,” a sheepish smile crossed his face. “I don’t wanna be bugging you—”

Whipping your head back to him, you finally set down the pint before interrupting him, “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just a bit distracted. That’s all.”

His lazy smile returned to his face as a gentle huff of laughter left him, eyes turning easy once again. His fingers danced on the rim of his now empty glass, his other hand sat just under his cheek, squeezing the soft bit of flesh up to his eye.

“Yeah? Am I that distracting?”

Your brows rose high on your forehead and you suddenly felt the urge to busy your hands with something again. You leaned forward on the edge of the table, your face adorned with a faint playful smirk, drawing temptingly close to Eddie’s. You didn’t fail to notice how his gaze immediately fell to your lips before he lifted his chin to look up at you.

“Very, very distracting.” You rasped. “You never let me focus. It always makes me think of all the ways I can shut you up.”

Eddie leaned away from you, face suddenly flushed and eyes wide. “Whoa, okay! I was not expecting that response,” a nervous fit of breathless laughter rumbled in his throat, roiling his voice as he spoke. “Fuck, I just — wow — I just dug my own fucking grave with that, didn’t I?”

You shrugged, your smile turning wolfish. He leaned back closer to you again, voice falling deep and suggestive, eyes slowly wandering up and down your body.

“You really think you can do it?”

“You think I can’t?”

“I don’t know, (L/N). I think you’ve gotta prove it to me now. Cos I really wanna see you do it.”

You pushed away from the table, lips still curved in your crooked grin. You only needed to make a small jerk of your head for Eddie to glance over his shoulder in caution before he was up and sliding his legs over the tabletop to you.

He hopped down in front of you, face now cast in the shadow of his fringe under the cheap ceiling lights as he beamed. His arms caged you against the table, pressing you tightly to its wooden edge with his body as his face came mere inches to yours.

“Hi,” he said quietly through his grin, the tip of his nose brushing shyly over yours. “What a twi – mph!”

You burrowed your fingers in Eddie’s hair and pulled his lips to yours. And just as you had imagined, he whimpered softly into the kiss, his confidence wavering instantly against your touch.

He melted in your arms as they wound loosely around his shoulders, bringing him that much closer to yourself. He moaned against your lips as your hips met roughly – a piercing gasp that flitted from his tongue to yours.

His hand pressed indents into your spine, his other rising to pull away his unruly hair from his neck as your lips trailed down the length of his throat, leaving feverish wet kisses in their wake. He bit his trembling lip, the low hum of his voice turning loud and shrill as your teeth scraped teasingly along his skin.

He hissed a curse, head falling back on his shoulders to moan freely into the air, his hips bucking absentmindedly into yours, his fingers desperately gripping your shirt. You chuckled under his ear and you felt him shudder against you, a shaky sigh slipping through his parted lips.

Eddie stammered your name, a question etched deep into the broken sound of his voice. You grinned, holding the side of his face as your lips found the ridge of his jaw. The simple action rendered him completely speechless, air knotting in his throat as he blinked and struggled to gather his wit.

“What is it, baby boy?” You urged sweetly and he whimpered again, more loudly this time. It made heat flutter in your core. Your tongue sat against his cheek before tracing up the side of his face in a torturous wet stripe. He cursed under his breath once more, his body writhing ever so slightly against yours. You cooed at him. “Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you that?”

You leaned back and away from him, a thin thread of saliva trailing from his heated skin to your lips. Eddie slowly inclined his head to meet your eyes, his chest heaving heavily as his sharp uneven breaths fled through the small gap between his glistening flushed lips.

Confusion danced in his wide brown eyes, lust-blown pupils reflecting the many shining specks of light overhead as he searched your face for what had caused you to pull away. You cocked your head, watching him with a crooked smile sat in the corner of your mouth. His lips fluttered aimlessly before he managed to croak his barely formed question.

“What—what’s wrong—”

“Shhh,” You said softly, pushing a gentle hand to his shoulder. He obeyed the silent demand, sinking to his knees on the cold hard tiles at your feet. He stared up at you then, eyes sweet and round, patiently waiting for your next order. You smirked. “Let’s see what else that smart mouth can do.”

From where he was, you towered like a foreboding deity over him – an all consuming divinity with sweet mercy at the tips of her fingers. Ask and receive was what he could hear you say even as it hung unspoken above the electrifying tension in the air.

He cradled your hips in his warm palms, head tilting back to hold your sharp eyes as they undid him raw right there underneath them. His face distorted with needy plea; kiss-swollen lips permanently curved in a silent circle before he spoke again.

“Can I – please can I taste you, baby? I’ll make you feel so fucking good. I promise.”

You muttered your permission and a faint smile shadowed over Eddie’s face before he carefully unbuttoned your pants; his eyes locked upon yours, drinking in every flicker of emotion, every slip of reaction as he pulled the rough fabric down your legs and exposed your skin to the cold midnight air.

He curled his fingers around your legs and pressed his lips to your thigh, slow chaste kisses traversing the smooth span of your skin up to your pussy. Hooking two fingers behind the waistband of your panties, he pulled the already damp strip of fabric down to your ankles. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared at your now exposed sex with glimmering awe in his eyes.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whined. “Do you have any idea how much I wanted to do this—” his lips pressed in an open-mouthed kiss to your mound. A soft moan hummed in the back of his throat. “—for how fucking long? You’re perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.”

The tip of his tongue soon found your throbbing clit and you moaned breathlessly at the wet pressure that claimed you. Your fingers sunk instinctively into the crown of his hair and coiled taut around the roots, rousing a low growl from him.

His mouth was pure torture upon you – lips cupping around your swollen bud to suck harshly and noisily in one moment; and in the next, his tongue wormed out to sit flat against it and draw a slow lap up your sopping cunt, coaxing short quivery sighs through your lips once your moans let up enough.

You fought against pushing his face deeper into you but quickly failed as Eddie continued to play with you, refusing to pick up his pace at all. You groaned.

“Eddie – fuck – faster — go fucking faster.”

He hummed, the sound vibrating against you and making you buck your hips into his face. His hands held you tightly, fingers pressing greedily into your thighs as he now buried his face in your pussy, his mouth molding hot like scorched iron on your clit.

You leaned back to the bar table, bracing a hand against it as your other pulled tighter in Eddie’s hair. He groaned heatedly, his feverish breaths caressing your soaked skin and waking goosebumps down along your spine.

His hand soon left your thigh to paw desperately at himself, his palm enveloping his hard bulge over his jeans and practically fucking himself into his hand, spurred by the generous high gasps of moan tipping off your lips. He whined through the rapid flutters of his tongue, the broken noise hitching with his harsh panting.

Numbing hot tension built fast and tight deep inside you, the warmth within your core turning fevered and ready to overflow. Your legs trembled as you stalked ever closer to your peak, knees growing light and your breaths shallow and erratic. Eddie caught onto it immediately. His desperation swelled as so did your need for release.

“Mmm, shit, baby,” he drawled. “Please cum for me. I want it so bad. Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my fucking face.”

Soon his moans were weaving in and out of yours, they too rising higher and more frenzied as if he was getting off on pleasuring you alone. And once you came undone with a short breathless cry tearing from your throat, his own deep sigh of satisfaction became buried beneath the sweet sound of you pulling free from the confines of delicious tension.

He peppered your thighs with gentle kisses as you came down, your fingers finally loosening their grip on his hair.

You looked down at Eddie, eyes lidded and mind slowly clearing from the thick cloud of lust. He met your gaze, his cheeky grin breaking upon his lips again. His face glistened with streaks of your arousal. Even the tips of his hair that framed his cheeks were soaked with slick and clung to his skin.

You lifted a thumb to his mouth and swiped gently over his flushed lips, collecting a smear of your wetness as you held his chin with two fingers. He kissed the pad of your digit as it pried just barely into the gap between his lips. He let his tongue out to make a shy lap up the tip of your thumb before he sucked it into his mouth.

His eyes fluttered shut as he savored your taste once more on your digit, moaning softly through the wet noises of his mouth sucking on the length of your thumb.

“Good boy,” you rasped, a smirk playing across your lips. “Good fucking boy. You deserve a reward for being so obedient. Don’t you think so, sweetheart?”

Eddie opened his eyes again, your thumb still burrowed deep onto his tongue. The plea was well evident in his wide twinkling pupils as he peered up at you. He nodded fervently.

“I didn’t hear a yes.”

“Yes, please.”

You grinned as he mumbled his quick muffled response before removing your hand to press it instead to his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nuzzling his face against your palm like a purring kitten. God, he was so fucking precious!

“Attaboy.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine

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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 11 months

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E, J, X, and W if you want for Drifter. Please and thank you.

If I want? If I want??? What alternate universe do you live in?! I fucking love the drifter with my whole heart! Of course, I'm going to do these.

E = Edging (what's their breaking point? are they the edger or edgee?)

He practically begs to be edged. But he squirms a lot. He needs to be tied down to be edged and very often begs to keep going after he cums. Typically it turns into overstimulation.

He is also really good at edging his partners. His voice gets super husky and he pays attention to even the minutest detail to prevent them from cumming.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanons)

Everywhere he can. He's jacked off in between gambit matches, (before and) after important meetings, and is completely shameless. He probably should have some shame, considering he'll just wipe his hand on his pants and get back to work. Or lick his hand clean.

It's safe to say never take a blacklight to the derelict.

W = Wild Card (a random nsfw headcanon)

Orgies. Drifter has attended and ran several (not on the derelict, typically he rents a space or finds an abandoned structure). Guardian, Cabal, Eliksni, it doesn't really matter to him who attends, so long as he ends up a mess at the end.

X = X-Ray (what's under their clothes?)

He's covered in body hair, like a full-on shag carpet. He's got a bit of a dad-bod with a beer belly and softer pecs, but also a stronger frame because he does do a lot of heavy lifting around the derelict. Not to mention he's covered in scars.

In terms of what he's packing, it's nowhere near exceptional. In fact, it's slightly below average. He's definitely a grower not a shower. It has a healthy balance of girth and length, with slightly more girth.

Or, if you're crazy like me, I typically headcanon him as trans (with his ghost giving him hrt). He's got a t-dick from pre-rez, and doesn't have top surgery. He could get last city top surgery but he hates the idea of going under and being that vulnerable.

#nsft alphabet #nsft #drifters back alley #the drifter destiny #destiny 2 headcanons

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steveluvr · 2 years

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sex on the basement couch (grunge!steve)

summary hanging out w steve at a kickback and having sleepy, 3am sex on the couch in the basement

word count 974

warnings smut, p in v, fingering, creampie, drinking, weed

grunge!steve x reader (no pronouns, reader has vag)

an / hope u like rb/like if u want more also come hang out on my blog and send asks esp abt this au i’m obsessed

“Come here,” Steve patted his lap as you walked towards him, two cans of beer in your hands.

“I’m coming,” you smile. “So clingy.” You kiss his forehead while plopping yourself on his lap where he can wrap one arm around your waist and set the other on your ass. You set down his can next to him and open your own, taking a sip before leaning into his embrace.

Bucky is smoking a bowl at the other end of the couch and you assume that Sam and Nat are upstairs. You wrap your hand around Steve’s head and begin running your fingers through his short buzzcut that he recently had Nat shave for him.

He presses his nose to your neck and breathes deeply as you giggle and look him. “What’s up?” you ask him gently, stroking his stubbly cheeks.

“Nothin’” he just grins at you and Bucky scoffs from the other end of the couch.

“You’re so pussy whipped,” he smiles at you and Steve. You know how happy he is to see his best friend happy, even if he doesn’t exactly show it outwardly.

“Which one of us?” Steve jokes back.

After Nat, Sam and Bucky graciously agreed to let you and Steve stay over on their couch in the basement you quickly fell asleep on top of him. His chest was warm and you tangled your bare legs with his, only wearing a pair of panties Steve’s t-shirt from earlier that day. One of his big arms was around your hips softly, the other hanging off the edge of the couch.

You whine a little as you feel him move beneath you.

“Sorry, honey,” he whispers, gently rubbing your back.

“’S okay,” you mumble.

His hand slips under the shirt you’re wearing and he begins stroking your back with his fingertips and you squirm a little bit on top of him.

He grunts a little bit, with you wiggling on his cock and you feel his hand slowly get lower until he’s cupping your ass. He squeezes, and lets go over and over again and you bury your face in his neck as his fingers trail down between your legs. You wiggle a bit as his fingers push your panties to the side.

“Aw, all wet for me?” He coos and you look up at him, finally opening your sleepy eyes.

He starts to gently rub at your clit, slowly, teasing. You mutter as you start to wiggle on top of him, starting to feel his cock harden against your cunt. He grunts and begins to rub your clit in faster circles, giving you what you want as you lean into his fingers. “Stevie,” you mutter, as you feel his cock.

He pulls his fingers away for a moment and puts them in your mouth. “Suck, honey,” he tells you. You do, and you begin to sit up on his belly. Once his fingers are out of your mouth and you’ve sat up you pull his hard cock from his Star Wars boxers.

Pushing your panties to the side you slide his dick into you quite clumsily, almost falling face to face with him if he hadn’t caught you and you both giggle as softly as you can.

“They’re upstairs,” you whisper. “Be quiet.”

He leans up to rest on his forearms as you start to move your hips jerkily up and down. You pant as you ride his dick, watching his face contort as he tries to keep quiet.

“So warm,” he murmurs, his voice is thick with sleep.

You hear a creak above you and quickly stop moving as the noise travels to from the hallway to the kitchen, putters around for a bit and then goes back into the hallway.

Steve pulls you down to lay on his chest when he hears the footsteps pass the entry to the stairs and he throws the blanket he’s been using as a makeshift pillow over the two of you.

Your legs are on either side of him, his dick still inside of you. You both laugh as you hear the door shut to whoever’s bedroom.

“Wanna keep going?” he strokes your arm, kissing your hair.

“Mhm,” you moan and begin moving your hips up and down. There’s a soft sound of skin slapping beneath the thin blanket as he moves his hips up into you and you moan and pant softly.

“Feel so good,” you groan as you reach down between your legs and rub at your clit.

“You feel so good,” he breathes heavily. “So, so close.”

You hum and rub at your clit faster. You clench around his cock and he groans from his throat.

“‘re teasing me, honey.” He smiles despite himself and your chest heaves as the skin slapping gets louder and closer together.

He knows that the way you’re clenching that your close.

“You’re close,” he says like it’s obvious and you moan softly. “Cum with me,” he whispers as close to your ear as he can get.

One final clench around his cock and you whine deeply. He comes with a moan, spilling sticky cum in your pussy. He pulls you down to lay on him and you ride out the endorphins rushing down your back and tingling in your legs.

His cock is still inside you, keeping the warm cum inside you until his cock softens and he pulls out and it starts dripping down your lips. You readjust your panties while he readjusts his dick in his boxers and he take the blanket off the two of you.

“Sleepy?” He mumbles.

You nod, laying back on his chest, not really caring about the thin sheen of sweat covering the two of you.

“Goodnight,” you kiss his skin.

“Goodnight,” he kisses your hair, “We’ll get you a pill in the morning.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #grunge!steve #steve rogers smut

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years

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Hii Aineee!! I’ve been reading you for a little bit and decided to finally ask (Bc you’re amazing in writing like oml) since I don’t see most of these. As a black girl, I was wondering if you could do a Yami x black!Curvy!reader (got the body ody ody ody 😜)

who is like a total baddie and has dark magic like Yami and they have twin boys but y/n is pregnant with their 3rd kid. And like their at the beach with the bulls but then something happens with the twins and a adult is like yelling at them even tho they did nothing wrong and y/n just pops off at them until they are like crying/shaking in their BOOTS. And the squad is like SHOOK Bc they’ve never seen her so mad. I hope this isn’t to long 😭😭 please and thank you!!

Hi Riyah! Thank you for requesting this! And please you're making me shy rn, thank you for loving my writing dearie!!

It's my first time writing reader with skin colour, or even writing in the perspective of a black person, please do forgive me if I don't do it well enough! (❁´◡`❁)

Also, since they're twin boys, I need to give them names again, so it'll be Yuki and Yuuji instead. (because Yua is a female name) Also, they are four years old!

Yami Sukehiro x f! black! curvy! reader

TW: some sexual jokes.

"Are you sure about this love?" Yami asked you once again, as he helped you pack everything you needed for tomorrow, "Going to the beach, with our two monkeys AND the bulls? With you pregnant?"

"Honey, relax~" you placed an assuring arm on your husband's biceps, "I'm sure Yuki and Yuuji would be happy!"

Of course he had to agree, happy wife, happy life. Also, it has been some time since the bulls went on a trip together, it would be a nice and relaxing day, and he could enjoy beer by the beach again, just like before. Or so he thought.

He was enjoying his beer by the beach, wearing nothing but his underwear as usual, watching Yuki and Yuuji playing with the rest of the bulls... Until you started to remove the sundress you were in.

"What are you doing honey?" Yami looked at you as you revealed your lovely two-piece white Bikini.

"Wearing my bikini to suntan?" you looked at him, "does it look okay? Do I look like a whale?"

He looked as the white contrasted your dark glowing skin, showing off your beautiful cleavage, your belly round and full with his 3rd child. He gulped and sat up, opening his arms, gesturing for you to come to him.

You sat on his lap and his hands wrapped around your waist, the other stroking your pregnant belly as he growled in your ear, "do you think you could be pregnant while pregnant, because I'd like to try."

You smacked his chest playfully, "do you think I'm a child bearing machine now, honey?"

"Baby, you're being unfair now, revealing your sexy curves and then not expecting me to be turned on?" he squeezed at your thick thighs, "how about we head back to the villa for 30 minutes?"

You shook your head and stood up, sighing jokingly at your man.

"20 minutes babe?"

"I'll go have fun with my twins now, if you don't mind." you rolled your eyes at him and smiled.

"Nice ass." he winked at you.

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As you were walking over to your twins who were building a sandcastle with Grey and Gordon, a weird man approached them.

"Get out of here you kids!" he yelled, "go play somewhere else!!"

Your twins looked at the man in shock. Grey instinctively wrapped her hands around the twins, "w-we're sorry!!!!"

Gordon was trying to reason with the man, but you couldn't hear what he was saying from the distance. Gosh Gordon, speak up for god's sake!

The man was still shouting and waving his hands at Gordon, who looked taken aback by him. By this time, everyone started to notice the commotion and were looking your way.

You finally stomped your way there, "excuse me?? What's going on?"

"GET YOUR STUPID KIDS OUT OF OUR PLAY AREA"

Your brows scrunched as stared at him, "I didn't know this was anyone's area?"

"We're here every week, and this is our frisbee spot!" he glared at you and then to your kids, "get your filthy kids off our area and build your nasty sandcastle somewhere else!!"

You looked at Yuuji and Yuki, they looked at you with tears brimming in their eyes, and grey who was hugging them and trembling at the same time.

Zora, Gauche and Magna came over, "Hey, y/n, what's going on, this man giving you trouble here?"

You signalled a hand to them and took a step towards the man, standing in between him and your kids.

"Listen up here you punk," you stood firm to your ground, arms akimbo, "I'm here enjoying my vacation with my two kids here and my entire black bulls kids, so you better be nice, and share this public space before my heavily pregnant ass yeets you deep into those waters like a frisbee."

"I-I.." the man started muttering.

Your mana started to surround you as your hair started to sway. Your eyes turned a darker tone and your talked with clenched teeth, "I'm warning you. Never mess with an angry preggy lady. Look at these arms I have? I would crush your head and turn it into a frisbee."

Every one was silent and the man was trembling in front of you that you could almost hear his bones shaking inside of him.

"WEW." Your man let out a low whistle from behind you. You turned back and saw that he already carried Yuki and Yuuji in each of his arms, grinning proudly at you, "that's my girl."

The entire of the black bulls were looking at you in awe, you seldom get mad at them because they were all sweethearts, so they never really saw you get this mad before.

"WHOA! YOU'RE SO COOL Y/N!!" Asta shouted.

"Your wife's a scary person captain," Zora joked

"I was kinda scared too!" Magna exclaimed

And all of a sudden they were talking at the same time.

"QUIET." Yami's mana radiated everywhere. Everyone simmered down as you laughed again, seeing how your man was always able to control the chaotic bulls.

He sighed, "baby, I told you, going to the beach with these two monkeys and the entire bulls is gonna be chaotic. I just want a beer right now."

You brought a can of opened beer to him and sat in between your man's legs back at the lounge chair.

"I wish I could have a beer too, after all of that." you watched Yuki and Yuuji running around with Luck and Asta now, enjoying themselves once again.

"Soon," he rubbed his palm on your belly again, "and then we'll have 3 little monkeys running around. Babe, I won't have that many hands to catch all 3 of them,"

You laughed as you leaned against your man's chest, admiring his huge palm over your belly, and placing your hand above his, fingers entwining with each other, watching as both your matching rings glisten under the sunlight.

-end-

I hope this was okay honey! And Yami with twin boys? Yes! I love this idea. I do feel that Yami would have twins!

#black clover headcanons #black clover scenarios #black clover imagines #black clover imagine #black clover fanfiction #black clover x reader #yami black clover #yami sukehiro x reader #black clover yami #yami sukehiro #yami x reader

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levi-ish · 3 years

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Little Talks | 2

Pairing: Bartender!Levi X Reader

Genre: [+18] Slice of life, drama, romance, fluff, smut

A/N: if you find any mistakes, its because most of the times i’m writing i’m wine drunk or high and watching some weird anime.

Warnings: Alcohol, cheating mentions, drugs, cussing

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“Fuck no, I’d rather eat shit and die” you slapped your hand on the counter and Jean let out a high-pitched laugh, bringing up another shot glass and the good tequila they held only for employees, earning a ‘woo’ from you.

“I’m just suggesting” he gave you your own glass and you both downed it at the same time, letting out the weirdest faces from the burning sensation going through your throat. “If he was a good fuck, why not go and have some hate sex?”

“What the fuck, Jean?!” You gave him a frown, pushing the shot glass forward and leaning on top of your arm, looking up to see your bartender getting hammered like you.

You liked those nights when you were one of the last ones remaining in the bar and Jean would drink with you till you both couldn’t remember your own names, and then flirt aimlessly while drinking some shitty margaritas. Sometimes he would let you mix the alcohol, and you would throw ice at each other.

“I’m just saying—” he grabbed the beer bottle beside him and gave it a sip, passing to you next. “—you told me he was an asshole, and hate sex is the best sex. So why not?!”

“He literally cheated on me!” You spat, shoving Jean’s shoulder while gulping down the remaining of the beer. “Fuck, open another one.”

“It’s all going on your tab, Kirstein” said the hoarse voice from the other side of the counter, attracting both of your eyes there.

Levi was cleaning the remaining dishes, drying the glasses as he adjusted his black apron and gave you another one of his expressionless stares. You had noticed he started to linger around since last week when you two shared a drink. He wasn’t that bad, he was actually kinda nice, you had to admit. Even though he had this dark aura, he was good company for your late evenings.

“Yea, yea, Captain Grumpy-Pants” Jean fanned his hand and grabbed another beer from the minifridge, opening it with his teeth.

“Jean!” You drunkenly leaned your upper body on the countertop, cheeks reddening from the newcomer heat you got from the alcohol.

The raven-haired man just rolled his eyes and disappeared into the back, leaving you two alone with your childish giggles and murmurs.

“I swear, the man is like my grandpa” the bartender said, gulping down the beer and passing it to you. “Why he has been taking late night shifts, I wouldn’t know.”

“What do you mean?” You downed your fair share, coughing a bit from the bitter cold taste.

“He would always leave before 10PM, the latest I’ve seen him around was midnight.” Jean burped and you pushed him jokingly. “I’d say he has a crush on you.”

“W-What?”

You felt your heart thump from the inside of your ears, blushing right away — but you would blame it on the alcohol.

“Nah, just fucking with you. The old man wouldn’t sleep with you, you’re nasty” you shoved him again, harder this time and he let out another laugh. “—besides, he has a stick too far up his own ass to get involved with other people.”

Levi came out from the back, now in his casual clothes, wearing a long-sleeved green shirt and black jeans, his apron folded on his arm as he walked to the counter to put away the now clean glasses. You saw him a few times before coming to work, but it would be just for a split second, so you never noticed how his clothes would hug the well-defined muscles. He didn’t seem like the type to be ripped, so you guessed he did a good job in hiding it.

“Hold up” the other bartender held a hand to his stomach, his eyes widening as his expression changed into a pained one. “Yup. Definitely going to puke.”

He rushed to the back, leaving only you and Levi on the counter. The soft country song played in the old jukebox as you laid on the counter once more, watching the shorter man as his hands worked on the clean glasses. You could see the veins that traced back to his arms as his fingers moved quickly, the image now stuck in your mind as you wondered how those palms would feel against your throat, how warm would his breath feel fanning on your face, how…

“You look like shit” he said, startling you to the point you almost fell off the stool. What the fuck?

“You don’t look so good either” you bit back now frowning at him.

Levi grabbed one of the glasses and filled it with tap water, putting it right in front of you. You stared at him, confused as he just let out a ‘tch’ and grabbed a handkerchief to dry his hands.

“Sober up.” He commanded, his tone now lower, making something stir inside your belly.

“I don’t feel like sobering up” you retorted, grabbing the glass anyways. “The night is young.”

“It’s 4AM” he rose a brow, staring at you once more. “The bar closed two hours ago.”

You rolled your eyes, gulping down to the last drop and laid your head between your crossed arms above the counter. “Jean and I are celebrating.”

“What exactly?”

“Another Friday!” You gave him a sloppy smile and let out a yawn, earning a concerned look.

The creaky door from the back room opened suddenly, and a stumbly Jean came into the bar, grogginess all over his face while Levi crossed his arms over his — dare you say, very muscly — chest.

“Well, that went bad” the taller man burped and leaned onto the counter like you were, letting out a defeated groan as he did.

“You’re such a lightweight” you joked, and the man groaned once more.

“Fuck off. I’ve been through a lot.”

Levi turned around suddenly, another disappointed ‘tch’ coming out of his mouth as he signaled the backdoor.

“C’mon. I’m taking you two home.”

You and Jean exchanged a look before bursting into laughter, leaving the poor man confused but not short of apathy on his face.

“Sorry shorty” Jean stood straight and put a finger under his chin, “you’re not my type.”

At that point, Levi was pretty much done with both of you as you laughed thoroughly. He slapped Jean’s shoulder and grabbed his wrist, walking to the other side of the counter and grabbing yours also and dragging your drunken bodies to the back entrance. You and the blonde boy were giggling under your breath, thinking the older man wouldn’t notice at all, and he just pretended not to, too tired to deal with that shit.

“Are we having a threesome?!” Jean tripped on his feet, following the other man as he coughed a bit. “Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!”

“Hey! I don’t wanna fuck Jean!” You threw him a disgusted gaze as you tried to keep your distance.

“You just wanna fuck shorty. He’s boooring.”

You pushed Jean and laughed as he stumbled again, almost falling this time.

Levi rolled his eyes as he dragged you two out of the bar, turning off the lights and locking the door behind you, now letting go of your wrists. You looked around to find the streets empty and the starry sky above you. Everything was quiet, the way you enjoyed your nights, and only two cars were parked, a black BMW and a white sedan you recognized as Jean’s from the times he took you home when you were too drunk. So the other one must’ve belonged to Levi.

“Yo, Y/N, I think it’s not a threesome anymore” Jean leaned in and tried to whisper, but his voice was high enough for Levi to hear “, I’m pretty sure we are getting kidnapped.”

“Shut up, Jean” you rolled eyes at him as you watched the raven-haired man unlock the car and shoved the other one in.

You were standing on his side when he gave you a slight gaze, signaling the inside of the car as you nodded, putting your hand on the top of the door to steady yourself, but as you put one foot inside, your hand slipped, and you were going for a face-in fall.

It was going to be your most disgraceful moment. You had awful times when you fell while drunk — like that one time when you fell from a bridge, diving into the dirty lake near Mikasa’s house and everyone took pictures, making it the icon of your groupchat for months before changing into a picture of Sasha sleeping while hugging a bag of potatoes — but this time, you were going to fall in front of someone you actually fancied, the first person you showed any kind of interest since the fiasco with your ex. It had been almost two months.

A pair of strong hands held your shoulders as your own grabbed the collar of his shirt for stability, holding onto his chest for dear life. You could feel the warmth of his body against your cold fingertips, now daring to look up to find his eyes staring right into your soul. His mouth was slightly parted, just enough for you to fawn over and have a thousand scenarios going through your mind.

Oh, how you wanted him to just cup your face and close the gap…

Wait, what are you thinking?

A loud snore came from the car, bringing your attention to a sleeping Jean who was splayed all over the backseat, a trail of drool falling off his lips as his feet twitched.

Levi straightened you in place, clearing his throat as he offered you one hand.

“Careful” he whispered as you kept on staring, only to shake your head, dropping out of the state of trance you found yourself in.

You looked down as the man helped you inside, not even daring to meet his gaze after that moment, still feeling your cheeks hotter than your pounding heart. Levi’s hands adjusted the seatbelt around your body, and you tried not to think too much about it as you kept looking forward.

“Don’t throw up” he ordered and you groaned, rolling your eyes as he closed the door.

Watching as the man turned around, you waited until he sat inside and started the car, now feeling dizzier than before to just lean your head on the window, watching as the sky slowly turned into orange, signaling the morning was just around the corner. Suddenly, your lids felt heavier than stone and you started to doze off, the sky now turning black as you closed your eyes. Just for a second.

You weren’t aware, but Levi kept his gaze on you from the corner of his eye, feeling too intrusive to stare any longer, but too weak to look away. To the naked eye, it was impossible to see, but the sides of his lips curled upwards in a small — almost inexistent — smile.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi #levi smut #jean kirschstein #jean #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #hange zoë #erwin smith #bartender levi #hmmm threesomes

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Damsels, Chapter Three: Interview

By SisterSpooky1013 / Read Previous Chapters Here

Rated E / Tagging @today-in-fic

The Hoover building is deserted at 4am, which is exactly why she has to be there so early. She arrives at Skinner’s office with nothing but her car keys and the casual clothing on her back. Agent Wiley, a young woman in her twenties, greets Scully warmly. She’s tall and brunette with an hourglass figure, and Scully has the passing thought that she is exactly Mulder’s type. She wonders if they’ve ever met.

“I’ll drive you to your apartment in Philly where you’ll stay for the duration of the undercover assignment, Agent Scully,” Wiley says in an authoritative though very high pitched voice. “We’ll leave your car in the bureau garage for the duration, but you can give A.D. Skinner your keys for safekeeping.”

Scully hands Skinner her keys and he sets them on top of his desk, rubbing his hands over a weary and sleep-rumpled face.

“I’ll fill you in on the case details on the way. Let’s hit the road, we’ve got a two and a half hour drive ahead of us,” she finishes, slinging her purse over her shoulder and making for the door.

Scully follows her mutely. Just as she reaches the door herself, Skinner speaks.

“Agent Scully?” he asks in a hoarse voice. She turns to face him. “I…I…” He keeps restarting his sentence, but never gets further than that.

Scully finally interjects. “It’s okay, sir. I understand. We all have a job to do.”

He nods at her with a grateful expression, and she follows Agent Wiley out to the parking garage.

The sun is just beginning to brighten the inky sky as they drive out of D.C. Agent Wiley is chatty behind the wheel as Scully leafs through the case file; once they get to Philly, she won’t have the opportunity to see it again. The only trace of Dana Scully in her apartment will be a burner cell phone, which she is to keep off and hidden in an air duct in the wall. She will call Agent Wiley at least every other day, or as needed, to share any updates. She is to turn the phone on only when she’s sure no one else is in the apartment with her. She is expected to get as close as possible to the other dancers at the club, one of whom they believe to be Mila Chamberlain. In the file, there’s a photo of Mila, a young Asian woman with a short blonde pixie cut and penetrating dark brown eyes. There is also her parents’ account of her disappearance shortly after meeting Ricky at a party, and their fears that’s she’s a victim of sex trafficking.

“Your cover is Diane Sellers, recently divorced and needing work,” Agent Wiley explains. “To our understanding, they won’t ask you much about your history, but it’s still good to have a backstory ready. It can be helpful to use real details from your life in regards to things like siblings, parents, and past romantic partners, just because it’s easier to keep straight. We don’t recommend addiction being a part of your backstory, in case that affects Ricky’s willingness to trust you. You should immerse yourself as much as possible with the staff, including spending time with them outside work if you can. You can have them over to your apartment, which is why it’s important that there’s nothing there that isn’t part of Diane’s story. It’s fully furnished with everything from tampons to Rice a Roni, but we’ve also set up a bank account and a debit card in case you need to buy anything. Once you identify Mila, call me. You should try to get as close to her as possible, and ultimately the goal is to confirm that she’s being held against her will. Then we’ll raid the club and get you both out of there. What questions do you have?”

Scully stares out the window at the cars rushing by. The pink sunrise illuminating the clouds on the horizon makes the sky look pinstriped.

“Why weren’t you asked to go undercover, if this is your case? You’re young, you’re very pretty. So I guess my question is why not you?” She recognizes the irritation in her voice, but she can’t help herself.

Agent Wiley glances over at her and back to the road a few times. “I can understand why you’d ask that. And I also realize that I haven’t thanked you for taking this assignment. It was a hard one to staff.”

Scully scoffs and turns to face the other woman. “I wasn’t given a choice, Agent Wiley.”

“Right. Sorry. Um, the reason I couldn’t take this assignment is that I have an ostomy bag, as a result of a pretty severe case of Crohn’s. I doubt anyone wants to see a stripper with a bag of poop strapped to her belly dancing around on stage.”

Scully closes her eyes against the shame that wells in her gut. “I’m sorry, Agent Wiley. That was rude of me to ask.”

“Don’t worry about it, Agent Scully. Honestly, I’d take my ostomy bag over this assignment any day. I don’t envy you.”

Scully turns back to the window, spinning up the life story of Diane Sellers as they drive on through the early morning light and towards her uncertain future.

Agent Wiley drops her off around the corner from her apartment with nothing but a set of keys and verbal instructions for where she can locate the burner phone. Her interview is today at 2, and the address of the club and interview information are on a slip of paper on the kitchen counter. They bid one another an awkward goodbye, and Scully goes in search of her home for the next several weeks.

The apartment is small, a studio, and fully furnished. She can tell that Agent Wiley herself took care of decorating it; youthful touches like a sequined throw pillow and a magnet on the fridge with “Diane” printed on a tiny license plate give it a dorm-like feel. Many of the items appeared to have been thrifted, which will be important to keeping up her ruse of being a woman in a tight spot financially. She locates the air duct and the burner phone, turning it on to be sure it works before securing it back in its hiding place. She pokes around the various cabinets and cupboards to find all kinds of dried goods and snacks, and is surprised by the 6 pack of beer in the fridge and the bottle of vodka in the freezer. The closet is full of clothing in her size, some of it basic jeans and tees, some of it tube tops and daisy duke shorts that she would never wear. Well, Scully would never wear them, but she suspects Diane would. The slip of paper on the counter reads:

Damsels in Dominance

1634 W York St, Philly

Ricky Dean, 2pm

She makes a face at the name and her stomach turns at the thought that this might be some kind of S&M club. It's just after 9am, so she has quite a bit of time to kill before her interview. She doesn’t think she’ll be able to sleep, so instead she takes a thorough inventory of all the cabinets and closets to see if anything important is missing. In the bathroom, she opens the medicine cabinet to find a full Oil of Olay skin care line right next to a box of condoms. What the hell does Agent Wiley think she has planned for this assignment? Her confusion deepens when she pulls open the drawer of the bedside table and is greeted by a book light as well as a small bullet vibrator. Either Agent Wiley went to very great lengths to make sure this apartment would pass the sniff test for anyone who decided to snoop, or….she doesn’t even know what the other possibility is. Adding some paperback novels to her mental shopping list, she slams the drawer shut and flops down on the bed. Mulder is at work by now, and she wonders how long Skinner will be able to keep up the ruse. Knowing Mulder, not all that long.

Mulder arrives at work just past 8, noting that Scully’s car is parked in her typical spot in the garage; she must have needed to stop by before heading to Quantico. He’s a little bit disappointed that she’ll be away for the next few weeks; the basement office is exceedingly boring without her. At the same time, he’s grateful for a bit of space to think.

The tension between them had reached a tipping point but now sits suspended, teetering between coworkers and friends or whatever lay on the other side. He’s made some attempts at pushing things towards the “more than friends” end of the spectrum, but nothing seems to come of it. He kissed her, and while she kissed him back and seemed receptive to it, she hasn’t initiated anything further. The night they played baseball together was fun and flirtatious, but again nothing happened. He’s getting the sense that any move will need to be made by him. Maybe Scully just isn’t the forward type in these situations, or maybe she isn’t confident enough that he’ll reciprocate. This time that she’s working away from the office might be the perfect opportunity to take her out on a real date, knowing that if things get weird they won’t have to face each other in the morning.

Entering the office, he doesn’t find her there; they must have just missed each other. He logs into his email and opens a new message.

Hey G-woman,

What time can you get away for lunch today? I was thinking about checking out that new sushi place on 8th. Or we can meet halfway, whatever works.

Would you like to get dinner sometime this week? My treat. Let me know.

Mulder

He hits send, then digs in to some more case reports that he needs to complete. He has a vision of Scully returning to find them completely caught up on paperwork and how pleased she’d be with him, and decides then and there to make it a reality. While he’s not generally an approval-seeking kind of guy, the surprised smile on Scully’s face when he does something uncharacteristically responsible is one of his favorites. The number one spot will always, of course, be held by the smile she gives him when he says or does something that truly strikes her as funny. He finds it hard to keep from smiling just thinking about it.

Two hours later, there’s no response from Scully. That’s a little bit weird, but not exceedingly so; if she’s working on a particularly gnarly autopsy it can take quite a while. When he still hasn’t gotten a response by noon, he first checks his sent email to be sure it went out, then picks up his office phone.

“Autopsy bay, this is Richard.”

“Hey, Rich, this is Agent Mulder up at the Hoover Building.”

“Hi, Agent Mulder, how can I help you?”

“Is Agent Scully around? I was hoping to talk to her.”

“No, I haven’t seen her.”

“Not at all today?”

“No, I haven’t seen her in a few weeks, actually.”

A flush of worry spreads across his chest.

“Hey, Rich, are you guys pretty busy down there? I hear you have a big case you’re working on.”

“Busy? Uh, no, not really. Just business as usual.”

“Okay, thanks. If you see Agent Scully, will you ask her to call me?”

“Sure, will do, Agent Mulder.”

“I appreciate it, bye.”

He sets the phone down and sits back in his chair. Did Scully lie to him? And if so, why? Her car is here, so he knows she came in today. Picking up the phone again he tries her cell, which goes straight to voicemail. The darkest part of his brain worries that she came to the office but never made it to Quantico. He makes one final phone call.

“Skinner.”

“Hi, sir, this is Agent Mulder.”

“How can I help you, Agent Mulder?”

“Have you heard from Agent Scully today? I’m having a hard time getting in touch with her.”

“She’s assigned to work at Quantico for the next few weeks, Agent Mulder, she wasn’t expected to report to the Hoover Building today.”

“I know, sir, but her car was in the garage when I got here and I just called over to Quantico and they haven’t seen her today. I’m a little worried.”

He hears Skinner mutter what sounds like “Jesus H Christ” under his breath before he speaks again. “Agent Scully is fine, Agent Mulder. She’s on assignment. I encourage you to focus on your own assignment.”

Mulder hesitates. “Should I take that to mean that she’s NOT assigned to Quantico?”

Skinner sighs. “All you need to know is that she is fine, but unreachable. You worry about yourself and let me worry about Agent Scully, got it?”

“Um, okay. Thank you, sir.”

He hangs up the phone even more confused than before. Scully’s behavior yesterday after she returned from Skinner’s office makes a little more sense; she was uncomfortable about lying to him. When he leaves the office that night, her car is in the same spot it had been that morning. He doesn’t like this, but he knows Scully was in the same situation when he was on an undercover assignment and he should just trust her, and Skinner, and wait it out. That’s easier said than done, and he spends his entire evening imagining all the dangerous situations she might be immersed in. Drug cartels, amateur mafias, cults, hackers, the list goes on and on. He can only hope that she’s safe.

Damsels in Dominance is an unassuming building nestled between strip malls and fast food restaurants. The parking lot and entrance are at the back of the building, a fabric-draped chain link fence surrounding it for privacy. Scully pays the cab driver, though now that she realizes how close her apartment is to the place she’ll probably just walk back. After much deliberation, she wound up wearing jeans and a blue T shirt, guessing that it would be out of place to dress up for an interview at a strip club. She pulls the front door open and finds herself in a small foyer with a counter along one wall, a hulking man perched behind it on a stool. Even seated she can tell that he’s very tall, with a broad chest and square shoulders. His neck is nearly nonexistent, thick and disappearing into the rolls under his chin like a tree trunk. His head is shaved bald and his deeply tan skin shows evidence of long ago healed acne scars on his ruddy cheeks. A small gold name tag pinned to his T-shirt reads “Denny.”

“Hi, I’m Diane, I’m here for an interview with Ricky,” she says with a smile. She’s decided that Diane will be the kind of person with an easy smile. The kind of person who makes friends quickly. She channels her sister Melissa, who would talk to anyone and somehow have them sharing details of their childhood trauma within fifteen minutes. If she’s going to get these people talking, she needs to be more like Missy and less like herself.

Denny nods with a grunt and stands, proving himself to be at least six inches taller than Mulder; her head barely reaches his waist. He comes around the counter to push open a second door and holds it for her, motioning her to follow. They enter one end of a long hallway, a door directly in front of them labeled “Enter Here to be Dominated.” They walk down the hall, past some restrooms and several other unmarked doors, until they come to one that says “office.” Denny knocks and a small woman answers.

“Diane, 2 o’clock interview,” Denny says in a flat baritone, then turns and walks away.

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raichijin · 4 years

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⋆͛♡⋆͛ the hangover; mirio edition. ❥ a one-shot.

━━━━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. (tba)

preface; writing this was honestly so painful. a testatment to why i should never 1.) do collabs ever 2.) write long things. i am drained.

word count; 5k words.

starring; mirio, mina, shinsou, denki, unnamed boyfriend.

summary; after your boyfriend forgets about your anniversary, you spend some time with friends to forgive and forget about what happened. then it gets worse.

warnings; reader gets called some nasty names towards the end of the fic. watch out for that.

you were supposed to be spending this weekend with your boyfriend. at a resort, poolside, on vacation, or on a beach, or where ever he’d fancy peeling off the nice (read: expensive) swimsuit he’d gotten you for your five year anniversary.

he was kind, is kind, but not as committed to your relationship as he was to his job. not even a call as the clock struck midnight, almost an hour past your reservation, but a text the morning after with a short apology, and the sudden announcement that he’d be working late. again. you didn’t cry. wouldn’t, because shedding tears would cause a mess and a headache, and self-doubt is what’s tucking you in at night, telling you that maybe for tonight, tomorrow and the day after your feelings don’t matter.

cause his job is the one keeping you afloat. (your interest in the arts is cute, to him; like a hobby. nothing you could stay afloat with. it’s too risky, he insists, so to you, it became nothing. to others? it became offhand remarks at his high-end office parties. a joke to your in-laws. a breathed sigh of relief from your parents.) so more time is what’s best for the both of you.

that has to be it.

your friends figure out something might be wrong when you go ghost for days, bordering on a week.

you mention how it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re by yourself as you are, but they don’t buy it. say you need to loosen up, take a vacation of your own even when you say you don’t need it because you’re not working, give you sharp glares whenever you object. you don’t know why you thought you had a choice in the matter — especially when mina’s sugar mommy gives her enough money to afford 2 full suites at one of the most expensive hotels in the area.

denki also tags along, just cause, and brings his boyfriend; shinsou, with him.

if they know what’s going on, they never mention it.

and it’s a little easier to cope that way.

you dip your toes, ease yourself into the night, before you’re being pulled into the deep end and your mind’s been left at the door, but your body is having a field day.

you should’ve blacked out two margaritas ago.

you think you did.

you’re too drunk to recall all of the rash decisions you made, or whether or not you maxed your credit card, but you’ve must’ve gotten separated from your friends somewhere along the way, because when you wake up, you are distinctly not in your bed, not in a tastefully decorated room, not in a hotel.

and mina, shinsou, denki? unless they’re in the adjacent room, they’re not here with you either. you’re still in your clothes from last night. your shirt is missing a button and you don’t have your shoes on, but beyond that, you’re perfectly fine.

a scraggly bed head lies next to you, who is, notably, more nude than you are.

he has no shirt. no shoes. no pants. his blonde hair is unruly and you’re so shocked you actually start to wake up. your eyes widen and you’re sitting up so fast you’re a bit dizzy from the sudden motion.

the room is spinning and you feel sick, the headache behind your eyes making you want to grind your molars into dust. and just as quickly as you sat up, you lay back down; shaking the bed with the force. the guy next to you isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as you hoped, though. he blinks open tired eyes, showing you the most exquisite navy blue, and the little bit of drool dripping down his chin might’ve been cute if he wasn’t a complete stranger.

though you can’t stave off the creeping anxiety, the silence as he comes to his senses doesn’t feel wrong, and you’re more confused than scared.

he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, and gives you a criminally bright smile, and though his voice is wrecked when he says “...g’morning, sunshine.”, you doubt yours sounds much better.

the nickname makes you feel fuzzy, if only for a second.

“i, uh … good morning?” you sound awkward, but the guy manages to find humor in your predicament when he chuckles gently, sitting up without so much as a second thought. you can see more of his body when he does so, and when his hand comes up to ruffle his hair, you can catch the glint of a silver band, resting on his ring finger.

then everything clicks into place.

did you cheat? was he cheating?

all of the things you’d been beating yourself up over settle thick over top like smoke clouds and a raging fire. you feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t realize you’re freaking out until a strong hand is wrapping around yours, which, in your panic, you squeeze.

you spot a matching ring on your hand, that you know for a fact wasn’t there before,

and you think that’s when you pass out.

you wake up (again) to a room with tacky but charming decor, the smell of breakfast, and considerably less of a headache than what you started with. now more lucid, with the strength in your body to walk and think, your first priority is finding your phone. you tap your pockets, check the bedside drawer and tables, under your pillow, in the cracks of the bed, under the bed.

no cigar. you’re digging through miscellaneous memorabilia, trinkets and clothes that aren’t yours for at least a minute before the guy you were laid up in bed with comes back to just to see you picking through the corners of his bedroom, banana in hand.

he stands in the doorway and clears his throat. he has clothes on this time, pants. “you’re awake? are you feeling any better?”

you startle, straighten your back and stand upright, your arms falling to your sides. “um, kind of. i — have you seen my phone?”

he shakes his head, offers you the banana. “you should have this though! it’ll fix that hangover, i think.”

“i … thanks.” standing and eating a banana in someone else’s bedroom is certainly … a time.

“i made some breakfast,” he says when you’re halfway finished, “if you want some.” he ends with a smile, and you feel those 3 shots of serotonin go straight to your brain.

granted, you shouldn’t be that happy.

he takes the lead and turns around, leading you down a narrow hallway into a quaint kitchenette with a lovely beach view and all the good summer vibes condensed into a single, small room. it makes your heart hurt even more when you realize you have someone home, someone expecting you to come back.

to a hollow apartment, a cold bed, a lukewarm welcome.

you have to force your brain to be quiet to even hear a fraction of what blondie is saying.

“alcohol basically just dehydrates you. the potassium stops that, gets you all your minerals and stuff back. i heard it works with beer, so i was thinking it works for other stuff too!” he sounds so chipper that it brings your mood up just to hear his voice.

so bold and sure, warm and kind.

“but if it doesn’t clear up in 30 minutes, i have some advil i can give you! don’t want you having a headache all day now.” he’s sitting you down at his small table and sliding some pancakes in front of you, some orange juice. eating feels like a chore, but you know you have to, or that you should try at least.

while you push around your food, blondie chatters away, and even if you just met, he has you entranced by the way he speaks. smooth like the butter on his toast as his stories flow effortlessly into one another, how easily he can chat you up is amazing; getting you from gentle chuckles to full blown belly laughter before you can get your first bite in.

there’s lulls in the conversation if you count the moments he takes to actually eat, but he keeps you on your toes with his personal anecdotes, and questions about yourself, forcing you out of your shell, little by little.

the thought of your boyfriend pushed back into the depths of your mind.

until you broach the topic of your friends.

you learn quickly that he’s a good listener, completely silent unless prompted, asking questions or making jokes only when you’re finished speaking. when he asks, you tell him about the ones that got you here, shinsou, denki and mina.

his eyes flash momentarily, a look of recognition, or maybe understanding, passing over him. he hums gently, head swaying as he does so.

“they’re a little rough around the edges but they’re like family, you know?”

“i get what you mean. they were very nice when i met them. especially at our wedding!” he sips his coffee.

“i — are you alright? you’re choking!” that you are. the guilt you felt when you first woke up and the rising panic ram into your gut like a freight train, and suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore.

"what do you mean we're married?" you rub small circles into your forehead as this idyllic morning goes right back to being cruel hell.

"yesterday, at the chapel," he twists his wedding ring with warm familiarity that makes your stomach churn. "i can't really believe it myself, like maybe we were meant to be? i know the universe works in strange ways like that."

you're sorry to burst his bubble, but you save the happily ever afters for fairy tales, not real life.

you pinch your forehead and heave an exasperated sigh.

"i have a boyfriend." you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to seek lost comfort. "and we don't know each other to begin with. can't even remember your name, i was so drunk."

you cradle your face in your palms, feel his stare bore into the top of your head.

"togata." you perk up.

“what?”

“my name. it’s togata. mirio togata.”

“oh.” you rub your cheeks, pull them back with the heels of your palms.

“that’s a nice name.” an uncomfortable silence washes over you both before someone speaks up. mirio.

“so what do you want to do?”

you answer a little bit too fast in response. “i don’t know. i … i should call my friends. i still need to find my phone—” you stand up, ignore the onslaught of nausea, and look around the kitchen.

“help me look? and then … and then we can figure out all the other details later.” mirio carries both your plates to the sink, and busies himself with dishes for a brief moment, allowing you to find the bathroom nook and reorient yourself. you fix yourself up a bit, straighten out your shirt and fix your hair up. no time to take a shower.

you cup a hand in front of your mouth, breathe and sniff. eugh.

“hey, uh, togata; got an extra toothbrush?” his heart might’ve lept when you called him by his given name.

“um! yeah!” rushing water obscures his voice a bit, but if he shouts he’s loud enough to hear. “check under the sink? i should have some there.”

“thanks.”

you rummage around in his cabinets, and in that time he’s managed to clean up the leftover food and put a shirt on.

your phone having gotten lost or being stolen becomes more of a possibility the longer you think about it. you doubt you came back to his house to do anything but sleep. how many places could you have dropped it? you come out of the bathroom to mirio sitting back at the kitchenette table, holding his phone in his hand.

“hey togata … do you think you can call me?”

“i mean, sure, but i don’t know if i have your number...”

your anxiety makes you a bit snippy even when you don’t mean to be rude, but you can apologize when you get your phone back. ”just give it to me then. i’ll do it.”

it rings a few times before someone picks up, which is a step up from going to voicemail, and the situation goes from okay to great when the croaky voice of shinsou answers, worn out and tired, but awake enough to make a greeting.

he says you’re not here to pick up the phone right now, you interrupt and say that this is you, and that you just borrowed togata’s phone to figure out where yours was.

“togata? who?”

“my, my um. husband.” gingerly said, you can see mirio tense up in the corner of your eye.

“oh,” someone’s snickering away from the mic. denki probably. you can’t help but roll your eyes. “mirio?” you’re upset that he can remember his name but you couldn’t. “how is he?” you shoot mirio a look, he gives you a thumbs up.

“good. so, uh, where are you guys?”

two hours away. they’re two hours away by car and mirio’s pickup truck is exactly what you’d expect from him. it’s big, beat up, it’s blue, and it’s his pride and joy, even if it’s slow to start up. if anything, it feels a bit humbling to hear the low hum of the buzzing engine. brings you back down to reality, out of the lap of luxury.

reminds you of the way mirio laughs with his whole chest. that gentle, rumbling purr.

you’re sinking into the crunchy leather seat with a groan, then a laugh from togata; to which you swat at him. you give him the address so he can set it up with his gps, and get going. he messes it up a bit and then it’s your turn to laugh, much to his displeasure. he blushes from the embarrassment, and you pat his shoulder, still chuckling. it feels natural. waking up together. having breakfast together. unofficial road trip to meet back up with your friends because you got blackout drunk and are 100 miles away.

oh, right. you sigh softly and mirio looks over, thinking to comfort you by turning on the radio, greeted by soft pop and slow guitars.

the silence carries.

fifteen minutes into the drive, he thinks to ask about your boyfriend.

“what’s he like?” togata drums his fingers on the wheel with an air of anxiety almost, though you can’t imagine why he would be — unless he thinks you won’t react well to his question. you don’t mind however, and sate his curiosity without as much as a glance.

“oh, he’s nice,” your statement lacks the enthusiasm you’d expect when someone talks about their significant other. it seems sincere, yet exhausted.

“buys me whatever i want, when i want it, loves his job to death, and … we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this week.” dejection is visible in the way you slouch your shoulders, interest waning. mirio can’t help but exercise a little concern, filling in the gaps while he’s at it..

“and you couldn’t, because you came here?” you shake your head.

“what? no. i came here because he was too busy, and my friends thought i could still have some fun on my own. his job is important to him.”

“and your relationship isn’t?” your eyes narrow, glaring at him from the passenger's seat.

“the fuck’s that supposed to mean mirio?”

“well, an anniversary is supposed to be more important than some job— don’t you think he should just take a day off? it wouldn’t hurt.” you lean against the car door, shoulder propping your head up as you peer out the window.

“i mean, i guess. but he’s keeping us afloat, so i can’t really complain.” togata’s eyebrows shoot up.

his tone is incredulous. “what, you don’t work?”

seeing you cringe away out of the corner of his eye is what makes him back track almost immediately.

“i’m so sorry! i’m — wow, that was completely out of line,” your embarrassment lessens when he apologizes, and you inhale sharply.

“don’t worry. it’s, it’s fine.” you can’t help the way your fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, gnawing the inside of your cheeks, afraid of getting laughed at. mirio wouldn’t laugh at you, would he?

“i, i used to make music. i was in a band in highschool, actually.” though mirio’s forced to keep his eyes on the road lest you two crash, you can see the way his smile reaches his ears, the silent ‘wow’ of awe making your cheeks heat up. high brow company doesn’t have much use for your talents unless it’s the violin, or something else that fits their lame-ass agenda. your bass chills in the back of your closet, a relic of the past, but a neat decoration.

you shake your head, too caught up in your own train of thought that you didn’t realize togata was speaking.

“i’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“oh! i was just curious, i asked if you sing?” you snort, then full on laugh, though mirio doesn’t seem to get the joke.

“oh, hell no. i don’t have the voice for it, nor the patience to do vocal training. i just played bass! thought it was easier than guitar because it only had 4 strings. i was wrong. maybe i could … show you sometime? i mean, it’s been a while, but i think i remember a few songs: have you heard of seven nation army?”

you talk with mirio about music at length, and learn that he’s a pretty big enthusiast himself and while he’s never played an instrument, he’s been interested in learning guitar. he brings up your band, and the memories of your senior year come flooding back; mina and denki convincing you to audition, your stage fright, recruitment later in spite of it.

mirio can see the stars in your eyes when you speak, speaking so animatedly with clear adoration at the topic at hand, and he starts getting a creeping suspicion that back where you’re from, you don’t get to talk about this as nearly as much as you like. he realizes in the same breath that he doesn’t mind indulging you. he participates enough so you don’t feel like you’re chatting his ear off, but quiet enough to hear you fill in the empty space.

the way your hands move as you tell stories is adorable and so is your enthusiasm, he could hear you ramble for hours and never get bored. and he nearly does, it’s been an hour and you’re still talking — but then you take a breath, and apologize for no good reason.

he squints at you, confused.

“what’re you apologizing for?”

“i’ve been talking waaaaay too much. i’ve barely heard a word out of you for the last thirty minutes!”

“i thought you were having fun! i know i liked listening. besides, it looks like that you don’t get to talk enough about the stuff you enjoy. i’m willing to listen, so talk all you want!” the assumption makes you furrow your brow, and you hate that you feel like he’s right.

your boyfriend either talks about his job, your friends, his parents, or nothing at all. no interest in music. no time for it. your friends enjoy reminiscing on occasion, but you don’t speak enough to them to get all nostalgic.

it’s … nice that he takes your feelings into consideration. you smile to yourself, saying nothing in response.

“we’re getting closer to the hotel — it’s 30 minutes away now.” it gets quiet again, before all the sounds you hear are the other cards and the slow hum of low volume music you’d forgotten about, coming from the radio. you turn towards the window to take in the scenery while mirio catches glimpses of you in his periphery, surprised at how adorable you look, doing even the most mundane of things.

mirio couldn’t remember much from the night before, well, can’t remember anything that wasn’t you. you weren’t completely out of it when you met him, but he could’ve misjudged, considering he wasn’t quite in his right mind either. didn’t know if it was the alcohol that made you so bold, but everything about you was so charming.

from something as simple as your smile to how easily you chatted him up, despite his tendency to be a tad overbearing, you would take him and his attitude in stride. running around town, dipping in and out of nightclubs with your friends close behind, getting kicked out of said clubs, dancing and laughing together in another—

he huffs, pouting to himself. your boyfriend was so damn lucky.

he steps on the gas and starts going a little faster. you don’t seem to mind.

the rest of the trip was silence, and it wasn’t until he parked and stepped out of the car and said something.

“wow.” he whistles, low and long, until you pinch his arm to stop from attract the stares of passerby. “you guys could afford this? gosh. that’s like, three of my paychecks, maybe.” you chortled as he helped you out, quick to clear up any confusion.

“not me,” you walked in the lobby with him, going straight to the elevators after checking in with the front desk. “i could barely afford it! mina’s … uhm, girlfriend, paid for a room for all of us.” he arches a brow at the emphasis on girlfriend, but if he has any objections, he holds his peace.

“mmh. wonder what it’s like to be rich.”

you laugh as you’re carried up a few floors, specifically to the more expensive suites, at least 12 floors up. “me too dude! mina is lucky.”

you’re barely knocking on the room door before denki is throwing it open and screeching, ushering you both in. they remember mirio from last night, which is upsetting, considering they don’t remember anything else: not how you got to mirio’s house, not how they got back home. not how they found your phone in the bathroom either, apparently.

“speaking of bathrooms, i’m gonna take a shower. keep mirio company, i guess."

you have to look through your luggage for a change of clothes, and find your phone on your bed in your room, charging and you don’t think about going through it until after you’re clean.

coming back to nearly forty notifications from your boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, and quite frankly, might’ve been a sign. some were calls but most were all lower case texts, each more foreboding than the last. holding your towel up with one hand, you scroll through your messages with the other.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

who the hell is this guy?

beneath it, a video of you and togata. your pupils dilate, and a deeply rooted sense of dread clutches your heart. it looks like a screen recording off of denki’s instagram account, of you two dancing. not overtly scandalous, but too close for comfort.

have you been cheating on me?

for how long

how desperate are you? i say i have a business trip and you take it as an excuse to slut it up somewhere else?

you’re fucking pathetic.

heart slowly sinking, threatening to beat out of your chest, you can’t find it in you to scroll through the rest. you barely have pants on before you’re calling him up, frenzied and feeling out of breath. the phone barely rings twice before you’re going to voicemail and hearing the beeping tone.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

you hang up, and try again.

this time, he picks up on the first dial tone.

“baby?” you nearly yell into the microphone, while the other end remains silent.

“what is it.” his voice is hollow, not even asking a question; rather making a statement. you choke on your words, are quiet for a few seconds at most before he’s barking at you. “i don’t have all day. i’m busy.”

“t-that video. it wasn’t, it wasn’t anything—” something slams in the background that makes you flinch, and he takes it as a good opportunity to cut you off.

“so the wedding wasn’t shit either? the way he was holding you, looking at you like that, like some lovesick fucking puppy?”

“w-what? what’re you talking about honey? it’s nothing like that—”

“don’t get fucking cute with me. i’ve seen the photos. that girl mina doesn’t know how to not publicize your life.” you feel like dying.

“i knew i should’ve never settled for you.”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut the fuck up.” there’s more shuffling on his end, a deep sigh. you’re too shaken to speak. “i wasted so much on you. gave you a house, a home, just for you to repay the favor by being a two-bit whore, sit on your ass all day and complain, and waste my time with those stupid fucking hobbies of yours.” what’s more terrifying is that his voice doesn’t wane or waver. he means it.

“... honey, please. please just let me explain!” you hadn’t even noticed the tears until you’re wiping them off your cheeks, your sniffling getting louder until you’re full on sobbing.

“there’s nothing left to explain. get your shit out by tuesday. we’re done.”

the line goes dead after that.

you don’t realize how much time has passed since you went to go shower initially, only that it’s been a while, considering how urgently mina starts knocking on the door.

“baby, are you alright? you’ve been in there for half an hour!” you can’t find it in you to respond. all it results in is choking on your own words, coughing and sobbing and tears and this fucking headache.

you don’t want to be seen.

mina announces that she’s coming in, and conversation behind the door quiets down until you can’t hear it anymore. just your own thoughts. she opens it and finds you in the corner, your knees to your chest while you’re just barely dressed, hair soaking wet. crying feebly until she rushes over and asks what happened.

you show her your phone. the texts.

she wraps her arm around your back and helps you up. hands you a towel so you can finish drying yourself off, and picks out some clothes for you to wear. when she turns around, she’s greeted by the concerned faces of your friends. mirio.

her face morphs from a look of concern to pure rage.

“what the fuck!?” she all but snatches your phone away from you, to which you pull your hands back and cradle you legs again. “who the fuck does this asshole think he is?” she looks down at you just then, and sees the red in your eyes, the tear tracks that stain your cheeks and a few drops dripping off your chin. you need your help more than you need her rage and half hearted insults.

“you yelled.” shinsou states plainly. “is everything alright?” mina approaches them and ushers everyone out, closing the door, presumably to give you some privacy.

you dress slowly, the few minutes feeling like an eternity before you’re reaching for the door handle, clean and feeling like shit, for different reasons other than a hangover.

when you emerge from your room, mirio gives you a hug.

a hug that you melt into. one that you weren’t expecting but squeeze him back just as hard, tears that didn’t quite make it out seeping into the spot where you press into his shirt. his arms are comforting and strong, rubbing and patting your back gently, until the room is silent beyond your heartbeat and your sniffles, your friends milling about in the background.

“he said i have to move out.” your fingers dig into togata’s shirt. “pack up all my stuff and leave but i don’t know where i’m supposed to go—”

there’s a smaller hand patting your back when mina speaks up.

“d-don’t worry.” you can feel her hugging you too, a special warmth blooming in your chest.

“we’ll figure something out.”

while you’re leaving the hotel, mina makes a call to her girlfriend camie to explain the situation, and by the time you’re back in mirio’s pick up, she said that camie offered to rent you an apartment in her name. the earliest she can get it was by monday, so she offered to let you spend the night for a couple days as well. denki says that he and shinsou could help you with things around the house: shopping, redecorating, etc.

togata is the one who offers to help you get your stuff. you arrange the date for monday, actually exchange phone numbers, and meet up at 8.

it makes sense; his car has enough space in the back, you don’t have much of your own stuff, but you nearly regret accepting the offer in the first place. something about moving out with your … husband in tow doesn’t sit well with you. almost seems like it’s too soon.

but mirio’s charming enough to make the whole ordeal seem less like a fever dream. you’re beaming at him by the time you’re all done, laughing and smiling and so infectiously happy. by the time you both wind down you’re out of breath, wheezing in the front seats of the car.

he smiles fondly at you.

you can feel your cheeks heat as you return the sentiment.

then both of you are back on the road. the musics louder this time, and you get to show him how shitty you sing; which he insists isn’t so bad after all. it’s after twenty minutes of this that you’re suddenly struck by the irony of it all.

“i can’t believe our first date with you was me moving out of my exes apartment.” mirio chokes on his spit, cheeks bleeding red as he does a double take, eyes flitting from the road, back to you, back to the road.

“wait.”

“that was our date?”

𝔱 𝔞 𝔤 𝔩 𝔦 𝔰 𝔱 ; @mitsusuri @okayshin @tamasoft

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The music in us - P2

Jake kiszka x reader

warnings: none.

Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”

A/N: sorry it took so long to bring the second part and unfortunately or luckily we will have part three! I hope you guys like it and if you want to see a specific scene in the second part comment here or you can send me a message / question!!

Requests here: https://forms.gle/6uMRSCzFvyR2FgZPA

"Wake up, bitch." I open my eyes and see Ana climbing down from her bed, going straight to mine. Strange, usually Lexa who has the job of waking us up.

I sit up in bed before Ana could reach over and start pulling my covers off. Ana looks satisfied and walks towards Lexa's bed.

"Let me sleep, Ana." Lexa covers her head with the sheets.

Poppy comes out of the bathroom, already with her makeup and hair done. "This is what happens when you spend the night hooking up with a drummer." Poppy stops next to Ana who laughs looking at Lexa.

"Hanging out with WHO?" I finally really wake up and still hit my head on Ana's bed, which is on top of mine.

"Lexa and Danny kissed yesterday at karaoke." Ana speaks excitedly and Poppy continues. "Momma got it off!"

In less than 2 seconds Lexa stands up and appears at Poppy and Ana's side. "Shut the fuck up." I can see her red cheeks as she walks past me to go to the bathroom.

"What about you, honey?" Poppy looks at me arching her eyebrow."You and Jake hm, I felt the tension."

"WE ALL FEEL IT!" Lexa shouts from the bathroom, over the sound of water.

"Why don't you talk more about yesterday, Lexa?" I yell in response, causing her to shut up.

"Did kissing happen?" Ana asks.

"Oh my God people, he just walked me to the bus." Lexa comes out of the bathroom and I walk in right after her. "You guys are watching too many movies." I say already inside the bathroom.Inside I take a quick shower before some of my band mates start complaining.

Back in the room I get my boots and some necklaces and rings to complete my outfit, Poppy comes to me saying that Ana and Lexa are already gone to make it to a concert of some indie band at the festival.

Poppy and I get out of the bus and head towards the stages, which are already starting to get crowded. We pass by the security guards - who for some reason laugh when they see us - showing us our badges to enter the VIP area of one of the stages, which is now occupied by the members of Bloc Party. When we enter we see Luke, Adam, Sam and Josh at one end of the stage.

"Hi girls!" Sam is the first to see us as we approach and am I going crazy or did I really see Poppy blush now?

"Hey guys" Luke offers us each a bottle of beer. Poppy accepts, going to sit on one of the benches below the stage, I nod my head no. "It's not even noon, Luke." I laugh walking over to Poppy. "May I ask why you sat down, dear? We have to be on the big stage in 15 minutes for the Aerosmith show, they're opening."

Poppy's face contorts into a grimace as she looks across the festival to the stage. "You know Y/N, you who are an Aerosmith fan here, you're not going to make your pretty friend walk all this way to see a band I don't even listen to much?" Poppy smiles childishly at me.

"You are the worst friend in the world!" I speak to as I walk past the boys to say goodbye to them.

"I love you too!" Poppy shouts as I am almost at the stage exit.

As I walk to the other stage, I realize how beautiful the festival is. Camping tents circle the lawn, groups of friends take fun pictures lying down, not caring about the grass and a little bit of mud. Food trucks begin to set up their trailers to receive the drunken crowd in need of something solid in their stomachs, Poppy and Ana are included in this crowd. I laugh with thought and only realize that there was someone in front of me when I bump into her as I enter the vip air of the stage.

"I'm sorry." I raise my gaze to the person and am relieved that it is not a stranger who would probably cuss me out. "Oh, hi Jake!" I smile at the man in front of me.

"Hi Y/N." He laughs making room for me to pass. "How are you doing?"

"Well, how about you?"

"Fine too." Jake leans against one of the bars, he's even more handsome in the daylight, shit! "Still feel like you're going to pass out at any moment?" He smiles at me.

"Don't even remind me of that!" I smile too. "And you Sir, you have to promise that even if I faint you won't let anyone take me away from this privileged place." I point to the VIP area we are in, which is less than a meter from the stage.

"Okay, I promise!" Jake laughs and runs his fingers through his bracelets, coming closer to me, to speak something in my ear. "I know the whole festival has probably already seen this, but I think it's only fair to warn you that your badge is backwards." He looks at me amused and waves his own badge.

I look at my badge and see that all the writing and pictures are upside down. I try to turn it over still holding the rope, but I only make it worse, making the badge fall into the grass.

Before I can duck to pick it up, Jake does it for me and he also catches the badge cord around my neck with his own fingers and puts the badge away easily.

"There!"

I look at him and smile at the same time blushing. "Thanks."

Jake shrugs his shoulder smiling.

We both look over our shoulder when we hear familiar voices. Coming towards us are Ana, Gethin and a little behind them Lexa and Danny. Very close.

I laugh at the scene and Jake seems to read my mind and follows me smiling at the 'couple'.

"Cute, huh?" Ana nods to Lexa and Danny, making them both blush.

I pat her arm lightly and turn to Gethin and Danny. "Hi guys."

"Hey Y/N." The two respond in unison.

Gethin crouches on the floor opening a bale of beer and handing it out to each of us. I get tired of rejecting drinks, so I accept. Before I can open mine, Danny and Gethin are already toasting with their bottles.

I shiver at the whisper right next to my ear. "I said, beer guys."

I turn to Jake smiling at the memory of our first conversation.

The half-computerized voice comes out of the speakers, announcing that soon the band will take the stage. And maybe it's the adrenaline from the concert about to start, but I take courage and approach Jake.

"So, today the girls and I are going to build a bonfire on the lawn behind our bus." I look at him, who has a sideways smile on his face and nods. "Do you want to join us? I mean, you and all the boys too."

"Sure."

We smile at each other and only stop when seconds later, Joe Perry and Steven Tyler enter the stage, being followed by the rest of the band afterwards.

"No fainting, eh." Jake speaks low to me, but loud enough for me to hear over the beginning of 'DREAM ON.'

"No getting me out of here if I faint." I speak would be but can't stand it and follow Jake in laughter as he throws his head back.

And now the show really begins.

I spend the next two hours singing (screaming) all the Aerosmith songs, some hours cuddling with Ana, other times helping Gethin open another bale of beer.

Jake, Ana and Gethin spend the last 4 minutes of the show laughing at me and Lexa, because we were crying of 'I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' until we saw that Danny was also almost crying and then we were all engaged in the mission of laughing at him.

Definitely one of the best moments of my life.

When the concert of a small alternative band starts, we leave the VIP area and head towards the food trucks. Ok, maybe I am also part of the audience that needs something solid in the belly.

As we sit down on some folding chairs, Josh, Luke, Jed and Adam come towards us. Josh frowns, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of me.

"Where are Sam and Poppy?"

"Are you guys too drunk and have you forgotten that they were both with you?" I ask laughing and the 4 boys in front of me look even more confused.

"They said they were going to meet you in the VIP area of the big stage." Adam replies.

All ten of us stare at each other's faces. Then Josh can't help himself and lets out a laugh and everyone starts to understand what really happened.

"Wow, two couples in less than a day of festival?" Luke hisses.

Even though I am a few chairs away from Lexa and Danny I can feel them both wanting to hide when we all give them quick glances, my glance is quick but so much so that I miss the scene of the two of them smiling at each other.

When I finish eating everyone is still too busy discussing Poppy and Sam and how they match as a couple.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to Jake, who has also finished eating.

"We have an hour and a half until the Stones concert and I have half a bottle of Whiskey on the bus." He raises one of his eyebrows with an inviting smile.

"I'm in."

No one seems to care much when we say we're going for a walk around the festival. No one except Ana.

"Hey, Luke, look at the third couple!" She points to me and Jake laughing.

And for the second time in the day I feel all my blood rising to my cheeks. But I still have a little bit of bad bitch attitude left in me, so I yell back. "Only if you and Josh are the fourth." I hear Jake laugh behind me and get up the courage to look back, where I find Guitarist with his hand raised so we can have a high-five.

I slap his hand and look at Ana again and see a unique scene, my cousin embarrassed as Josh winks at her playfully.

Jake and I make our way back to the buses, stopping to look at a stall full of handmade jewelry. I leave with a lanyard with a pendant of James Jamerson's miniature Fender Precision bass and Jake with a leather bracelet, also with a pendant, a miniature Fender Stratocaster, Hendrix's trademark.

We stayed chatting about these iconic instruments until we arrived at his bus door.

"Welcome, Miss." He opens the door for me and I walk past him laughing.

Their bus is not much different from ours, except for the amount of drinks in one corner. But who am I kidding? If it weren't for Lexa, ours would be like this too.

Jake goes over to the corner and says he's going to get the glasses and the bottle and I sit down on the small brown leather sofa.

I pick up a book that was on the little table next to the couch, "Is it yours?" Jake comes over to me holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's and two glasses, one with ice and the other without.

"Yes." Jake sets the glasses down and opens the bottle. "Have you read it?"

I look at the paperback edition of an Edgar Allan Poe book of short stories and nod. "A classic." Jake fills both glasses with the liquid. "The best kind for touring."

Jake smiles and holds out one of the glasses to me. "No ice, right?"

"Right!" I smile at him.

We toast with our glasses and relax on the couch.

"Do you want to hear something?" Jake asks pointing to the small radio on the small table.

I say yes, even though the silence between us is not at all uncomfortable.

I smile when Five By Five by the Stones starts to play.

Jake lays back on the couch smiling as well "Just to get in the mood."

"I get it, Keith Richards's 'fangirl'." I wink at him, getting a laugh in response.

By the time the fifth and final one starts, we are at the end of the bottle.

I look at Jake beside me, his eyes and hands are focused on filling our glasses for the last time. A wavy lock of hair falls across his face, while the rest is tucked behind his shoulders.

And it must be the fault of the damned drink that I take my fingers to this lock and curl it around my finger, making it almost curl when I let go.

Jake looks over his shoulder and laughs anasaly. I pull my fingers out of his hair, embarrassed.

"Sorry, it was kind of irresistible." I give him a nervous smile.

Jake offers me my glass and smiles, "It's okay, Y/N!" He props his glass on the floor and brings his hand up to my hair, curling it in his finger, the same way I did with him.

Jake rests his cheek against the back of the couch and smiles. "Sorry, it was kind of irresistible."

I laugh and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, but when I turn my gaze back to Jake, he is no longer smiling. But he doesn't look angry or upset. He scans my entire face, until his gaze meets mine again. My hair still curled on his finger.

"Would you be mad if I said I really want to kiss you?" Jake asks and shit I feel time stop and all that silly teenage nervousness come back.

I look at him and Jake looks anxious, waiting for an answer.

"No." I speak low, because for some reason my voice seems to get lost inside me, "I wouldn't be mad."

"And you wouldn't be mad if I actually kissed either?" Jake smiles sideways at me.

Without moving much, I leave my glass on the floor next to his.

"I would be mad if you didn't kiss." I admit smiling at him.

His fingers that were holding a lock of my hair, go to the back of my neck pulling me closer, one of my hands goes to his arm and the other goes through his hair.

And then our lips are together and when I briefly open my mouth, Jake gets the message and begins to explore my entire mouth. One of his hands goes to my waist, looking for support to deepen the kiss.

Neither Jake nor I care when the music stops.

Our breaths are a pleasant sound to both of us now.

His hands slide to the back of my thigh, pulling me onto his lap.

My two hands go to his neck while trying to make as much contact as possible with his mouth. I curse Jake mentally as he separates our kiss, he realizes my disappointment and laughs as he brings his mouth to my neck and I take back all the swearing I did second before.

Just as I am about to start the last buttons on his shirt (the only ones that were buttoned) a noise at the door and voices make me quickly get off Jake's lap.

"There are locks on these buses you know, brother?" We look at Sam who is dying to laugh at the moment.

And when Poppy's head appears through the door I realize that he is not the only one dying of laughter.

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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sunce your now the queen of writing hopper! reader fics, please do one about billy getting the reader pregnant w hops reaction ro finding out his bby is pregnant and billy talking to hop

to say that you were both scared would be an understatement

your hands would shaking as you held the little stick that sealed your fate out to your boyfriend

billy would take his bottom lip between his teeth as he hit the pregnancy test on his palm

he’d shake his head before looking at you

“we didn’t use protection one time and we somehow create a baby”

“whose idea was it to not use a condom, huh?”

“... mine, but in my defence you said it was fine!”

the both of you would be silent for a moment before billy would speak up again

“what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“D-do you, you know... want to keep it?”

“I think so.”

his nod would be small and you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t paying close attention to his reactions

“we need to tell my dad.”

“no! are you insane?! he’s going to kill me for getting his little girl pregnant!”

“well it’s going to be a bit hard hiding my fucking growing belly!”

“yeah, well that’s what baggy clothes are for!”

you’d roll your eyes and cock your hip at your boyfriend who was running his hands through his knotted hair

“we’re really having a baby?”

“yeah B, we’re having a baby.”

Billy would lowkey try to get you to hide the pregnancy for as long as possible

he didn’t want hopper to shoot his balls off lmao

but once your bump started showing at three months billy realised that you couldn’t hide it forever

no matter how much he wanted to

so after discussing it with you, y’all decided to tell your family that friday night during your weekly dinner

the cabin would be loud as the byers arrived

let me ship my babies joyce and hop okay

Billy would be way more nervous than you

his leg bouncing up and down under the table, his clammy palm grasping yours

he’d lean over to whisper in your ear “your dad is going to kill me”

which would make you snicker and give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek

billy probably had a backpack ready under your bed incase hop chased him out

everyone would be tucking into their pizza slices

max would be tossing her tomatoes onto billies plate lmao

el and will would be making a complete mess and getting sauce everywhere

billy would watch as you grabbed a napkin and tilted el’s chin to wipe away the red substance

and then ruffled her hair and gave her forehead a kiss

he’d realise that no matter what happened you were going to be a fantastic mum

so clearing his throat, he’d squeeze your hand to get your attention

you’d look at him and quickly realise that this was the moment

“uh, hopper and byers family, y/n and I have some news we would like to tell you.”

your dad would be on immediate alert

“go on, hargrove”

“we-uh... kind of did a thing that has resulted in another thing that is kind of a permanent th-”

nudging billy you’d roll your eyes before blurting out the news he was dragging on

“we’re pregnant!”

everyone would lowkey be in shock

and no matter how badly joyce wanted to congratulate you both

because she knew that although it was a big step, you and billy were slowly becoming ready for something like this

between billy’s jobs at the pool and mechanics and your internship down at the police station

all you guys needed to do was move into your own house

but she would wait to see hoppers reaction before even getting out of her seat

hopper would take a large gulp of his beer

before looking you dead in the eye, but he wouldn’t say anything

which would make you fucking nervous

“daddy, please say something...”

“what do you want me to say Y/N? congratulations?”

“well, i just told you good news so-”

“gOOD NEWS?!”

the entire house would go silent as your father stood up, with a heaving chest

el would probably lean over to you and cup her hand around her mouth to whisper ‘congratulations’ to you lmao what a precious baby

Without saying anything hopper would grab his pack of cigarettes and storm outside

joyce would get up at the same time as you to go after him but billy would stop you both before following your father

shutting the front door behind him, billy would reluctantly walk over to stand next to your dad who was leaning against his car smoking

hopper would hold out the cigarettes to billy who just shook his head

which would cause hop to raise his eyebrow in question

because, c’mon - billy hargrove never denied a smoke

billy would shrug and put his hands in his jacket pockets

“i’ve got to give up now, you know?”

“for the baby?”

“yeah, for the baby.”

hopper would hum before tossing his to the ground and stomping it out

“guess that means I should too.”

“you’re not going to kill me?”

“oh trust me hargrove, I want to – but my babygirl in there fucking needs you. I don’t know how this happened considering how frequently joyce and I drill into your brains that you both need to be safe.”

Billy would nod, but know better than to say anything while your father was talking

“You both are about to have your lives flipped inside out. a baby is a serious commitment, so you’re going to need to move into your own place, you’re probably going to be the only source of income once she has to take leave to give birth. it’s going to be tough and i need you to promise me that you’re not going to leave her, can you do that son?”

Billy would nod again

“I need to hear you say it hargrove. promise me that you won’t leave my daughter and your unborn child once things become hard - because they will.”

“I promise that I won’t, you have my word sir.”

“good.”

there would be a tense silence that would settle in between the pair, and billy would watch as hop ran his hand down his face

he’d take a mental note that your dad looked fucking exhausted and to get you to tell him to sleep

“I’m scared,” billy would admit. “actually, i’m fucking terrified. i’ve never had a solid father figure in my life - my dad was a piece of shit, beat me and my mum until she left. I don’t want to turn out like him; i can’t turn out like him.”

Hopper would place his hand on the boys shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze

“i know you have had a childhood that you didn’t deserve, billy – but from the time that you’ve spent here; although you have kept me up at night by sneaking into my daughters room, you’re a good guy and are nothing like your shitty father. I hope that one day you can see me as a father figure.”

“thank you.”

the two would probably ‘bro hug’

but don’t let anyone know because they’re “hardcore”

through the months of your pregnancy you and billy would eventually save up enough to move into your own house

everyone would help you guys move in

but billy and hop would not let you lift anything heavy

no ma’am

hopper would probably become more protective over you than billy jsjsjs

like he’d constantly call you while he was at work and you were home

“dad why are you calling again? this is the third time in the last five minutes”

“i just want to check on my baby, since hargrove isn’t there – is he treating you right?”

“dad!”

el and max would come over for constant! sleepovers!

and they would help you with everything

cooking

cleaning

the whole lot

and when billy would come home he’d try not to laugh as you sat there while el painted your toenails since you couldn’t reach them and max massaged your shoulders

billy would paint the entire nursery!!

he’d probably even paint little fucking ducks on the wall lmao

don’t even mention when you gave birth

holy fuck what a family event

you’d all be having dinner at your house

we love constant friday night dinners

when suddenly you water would break as you stood up to go to the bathroom

billy and hopper would be distracted as the talked about the baseball game that was on last night

and the kids would all be in an intense drawing competition

so joyce would be the first one to notice you bent over in pain surrounded by liquid

and she’d immediately rush over to you and begun yelling at everyone

“Hopper go put some towels down in the car! billy go get the pregnancy bag we made you! kids put on your shoes!!”

y’all would be pilled up in hoppers car

you’d be sitting in the back seat with billy next to you while both hop and joyce sat in the front and the kids were all ontop of each other in the seat next to you

your hand would be squeezing billy’s as el tried to calm you by telling you that you were doing a “bitchin’” job

getting out of the car would be insane

hopper would pull up at the front entrance to the hospital

and wouldn’t even turn off the engine as he rushed inside to get you a wheelchair and tell the nurses that you were giving birth

everyone! would! be! panicking!

but after a gruelling eight hours of labour

and you screaming that you were going to punch billy in the balls so he couldn’t get you pregnant again

your baby girl was finally in your arms

the both of you would be in absolute awe

after a couple of minutes, billy would go and get your family who were nervously waiting

and they’d all pile into the tiny hospital room

they’d take turns sitting in the chair next to your bed and holding your little girl who was cooing at them

el would probably cry :”)

and hop was holding her so gently because he didn’t want to hurt the little angel who just graced his life

he was already making plans of how he was going to spoil his first grandchild

joyce would smile as billy sat in the bed next to you and she put your little girl back into your arms

will would be struggling to hold jonathans camera but would be capturing the moment to the best of his ability

he’d also taking really amazing pictures of his shoes

and max’s

who would sigh and grab the camera from his hands

“you guys got a name for her?” joyce would smile, leaning her head on hoppers shoulder as he hugged her into his side - his hand placed on el’s shoulder

“we were thinking phoebe,” you whispered, not taking your eyes away from your baby girl

everyone would agree that it was a beautiful name :”)))

after a few hours - and the kids slowly falling asleep at the end of your bed

hop and joyce would decide it was time for them to get going

so they’d all begin to pack up their stuff

but your dad would wait until they were out of the room to kiss you on the forehead

“i’m so proud of the both of you. you’re going to be great parents.”

softest grandpa ever :”)

and once everyone was gone billy would immediately snatch your lips into a kiss

pulling away from you he’d give you a soft “thank you”

“for what?”

“blessing me with something that i never thought i’d have – a family of my own. I’m going to do my best to make both you and phoebe proud”

“we’re already so proud of you, B. I love you”

“I love you more, mama”

bILLY HARGROVE FATHER MY CHILDREN

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A Stan Mpreg Fanfiction: Two pregnant dudes at Stark’s Pond

It was a lovely day in South Park as the sky was clear with a few clouds, birds were singing, and the weather is not as cold than usual. Stan opens his window to feel the outdoors, and then after a moment later, he decided that he wanted to enjoy a nice walk at Stark’s Pond before he was due to give birth to his new unborn child.

Stan smiling: *rubbing his huge belly* I’m in a mood for a relaxing walk, today. Would you like that, sweet heart?

The baby moves inside him calmly.

Stan: I’ll take that as a yes.

Usually, Stan would do things with Kyle, but he’s out of town for the day because he promised Ike to take him on a huge nature walk and a side stop at Casa Bonita while coming back from their long walk. Stan would’ve come along too, but due to how heavily pregnant he is now, along with parts of the trail being super rocky, he made a safe move to stay home. He wanted to walk with someone at Stark’s Pond, and it took him only a second to decide that he’ll try asking one of his other best friend, plus he was the only other pregnant guy in South Park, Kenny.

Kenny just got out of the shower and as he got out, he felt a huge kick on his heavily pregnant belly. And his stomach was growling.

Kenny: *rubbing his huge belly* Woah there, girl! We’ll be having breakfast as soon as I get dressed.

As he got back into his room, his cellphone was ringing and he noticed that it’s Stan trying to call him because of the caller ID. He picks up his phone and answers it.

Kenny: What’s up, Stan. How’s things been with you lately?

Stan: Not much. My baby was moving inside of me a moment ago. It was one of those beautiful kind of movements. And how about you?

Kenny: My baby also moved a moment ago, but she gave me a hard kick. She’s really hungry for breakfast.

As he was listening to Kenny, Stan’s stomach was growling and he gives his huge belly a rub.

Stan: My baby is also really hungry as well. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. *laughs*

Kenny: *laugh* Yeah, my baby doesn’t like to be kept waiting too. So anyway, what’s the reason for calling me?

Stan: Well, it is a nice day today. I was thinking about taking a relaxing walk at Stark’s Pond today, and even take a seat at that bench to watch the pond while hoping to find any animals. However, I don’t want to walk alone, and Kyle’s out of town for today. So, I was hoping if you and Butters are not doing anything right now, would you guys like to join me?

Kenny: Well, Butters isn’t available for today. He had to cover in for Scott Malkinson at McDonald’s because Scott wanted to make an excuse by pretending to be sick so that he can buy and play that new Spider-Man video game. But I’m totally free for today. So I’m in!

Stan: Sweet! Let’s meet up by 10:30 so that way we have plenty of time to eat our breakfast and get ready for our day. And hopefully, our babies won’t be bothering us for anymore food for a while.

Kenny: I couldn’t agree with you anymore, dude. See you in a bit, bye.

Stan: Bye.

The backstory of how both Stan & Kenny got pregnant goes back during Bebe’s birthday party. Nearly everyone was at the party except for Cartman because of what a huge dick he is to everybody, although he did tried to sneak into the party by disguising himself as an overweight woman, but his ex-girlfriend Heidi noticed his disguised really quickly before anyone else did. During that party night, there were a lot of boozes for everyone to drink, but the people that drank more than the rest were Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and even Butters. They got so wasted that after partying like crazy, they decided that they wanted to make love. Stan got together with Kyle, while Kenny and Butters paired up. Each group decided that who’s ever penis was bigger, will be the dominant one during sex. Kyle’s dick was a bit larger than Stan’s, while Butters’ dick surpasses Kenny’s by almost half an inch. Both Stan & Kenny were the submissive ones during sex and because of that, their boyfriends fucked them both in the ass really good and got filled with cum afterwards. Even though Stan & Kenny couldn’t remember much of their drunkenness activities during that night, but the one thing they’ll never forget is that feeling of their boyfriend’s dick inside their butthole.

Some weeks later, both Stan & Kenny were vomiting a lot during each morning and they needed to figured out what’s wrong. They went to the doctor to discover the reasoning why they’re throwing up a lot. The doctor told them that they were experiencing morning sickness and they were also both pregnant. Stan & Kenny were both in so disbelief to hear the news that they even took some pregnancy tests just to be sure, and those tests were all positives.

Shortly afterwards, Stan & Kenny had to tell Kyle & Butters that they were pregnant with their unborn child. When Stan told Kyle about the news, he was very shocked to hear about it, got upset a bit, but after a few breaths, he hugged Stan and apologized for his overreaction. Kyle made a promise to be there for Stan whenever he needs him most, and he is also committed to be the best father he can ever be while Stan is committed to be the best mother as much as he can. Meanwhile, when Kenny told Butters that he was pregnant with his baby, Butters got scared and super nervous because he doesn’t know how he can be a good parent, plus he feels like he can’t handle that kind of responsibility. Kenny tells him that he’ll help him out on being a wonderful parent since he had similar experiences of watching over his little sister. Ever since then, Butters has learned a lot of becoming a good parent. And then when the time came to tell their own parents about the news, the mothers were all positives and supportive, while the fathers were all shocked and need time to calm down after hearing about it. But shortly later, they too were all supportive to their sons on becoming new parents.

Now 9 months later since that night, Stan & Kenny are both heavily pregnant and they’re each due to give birth within at least by next week or two. But before they can start worrying about childbirth, they’re now about to have a nice peaceful walk together at Stark’s Pond. Stan was the 1st to make it, but after a few minute wait, Kenny finally arrived.

Stan smiling: Hey, dude!

Kenny smiles back: What’s up, man! You sure have picked a perfect day for a walk.

Stan: Yeah, I don’t see any people around here at the moment. So, it’s just gonna be us pregnant dudes for the most part.

Kenny: Just what I needed to hear because every time I go out with Butters, there’ll be some people staring at my huge belly.

Stan: Same thing with me whenever I’m out with Kyle. Which is why I don’t get out to often except for doctor appointments. And man, our bellies sure have gotten bigger since we last met.

Kenny: Hey, would you like compare our bellies to see which is bigger?

Stan: Ah, what the hell. I’m curious to find out about that too.

Stan lifted up his brown jacket while Kenny lifted up his orange hoodie, and the two show off their huge pregnant belly to each other. They even decided to let their belly button to tip touch together.

Stan: Wow, it’s hard to say which of our belly is bigger. I feel like our bellies are about the same size exactly.

Kenny: Agreed. Especially since we’ll only carrying one baby each, and we also got both knocked up around the same time.

Both then lift back down their clothing to cover their huge belly.

Stan: Alright dude, ready to go on our walk?

Kenny: Yep. Let’s go.

Stan & Kenny begins their walk together to the pond. And along the way, they have themselves a conversation about how their pregnancies has been since they’ve last seen each other. They haven’t seen each other in person since just before the start of month 6 of their pregnancy.

Kenny: So Stan, how’s your pregnancy going along since the last time we’ve seen each other?

Stan: Aside from the huge support I’ve been getting from friends and family, my most favorite thing about my pregnancy is feeling a movement or a cute kick from my baby. Every time he moves, I rub my huge belly to feel him. I love it so much!

Kenny: Yeah dude, same thing with me whenever my baby girl moves. Although she gives me a huge kick sometimes whenever I need to eat. It happened to me again after I got out of the shower.

Stan: My baby rarely kicks me hard. It only happens to me when either I get really hungry or if there’s loud sounds near by like 20 feet away from me. I believe he has only gave me something like 5 hard kicks so far since month 6 of my pregnancy.

Kenny: My little girl has kicked me hard more often in the last 3 months than your baby boy. I feel like she has kicked me somewhere between 15 to 20 times already. I swear, she’ll make herself a great soccer player! *laughs*

Stan laughing: I bet she would, dude. She would. *stops laughing* Anyway, how’s your pregnancy going so far?

Kenny: Well, food wise, it sucks that I haven’t had any of my favorite foods like burgers and fish & chips since I’ve learned about my pregnancy. Plus, it also suck balls that I can’t even drink any beer since I like having them once a while. One of the things I’m looking forward to after childbirth is to have myself a bottle of beer.

Stan: I know exactly how you feel when I first learn about my pregnancy. I was a bit upset when I was no longer allowed to have any alcoholic drinks until shorty after I give birth. But you know what dude, sometime later after I told my parents about my pregnancy, I was remained back to an old lesson from my past.

Kenny: What’s that?

Stan: Back when I was eight during that time when I was taking karate lessons, my dad was going through alcoholic problems, and I was able to help him out by telling him of having your own power to control your drinking and discipline.

Kenny: Discipline?

Stan: I said to him that all or nothing is easy. But learning to drink a little bit, responsibly, that’s a discipline. Discipline… come from within. I’ve forgotten about that moral lesson years later, and then I was going through my own drinking problem. And sometime later after I told my parents that I was pregnant and how I got knocked up, my dad remained me back to those very words that I once told him when I was a kid. Since then, I’ve made an oath to myself that after childbirth, I’ll be much more careful on how I drink for now on. Because if I’m not careful on my drinking again, then I still haven’t learned any full complete discipline at all.

Kenny was silent for a moment after what Stan has just said. And then he made his reply.

Kenny: Wow, dude. Just… wow. Hearing from what you just said to me remains of my own drinking problem back before I became pregnant. My parents drank a lot during my childhood years, and I became like them when I got fully grown-up. During the last several months, Butters has been telling me that I should be more careful on how I drink after childbirth. I always told him something like “Okay, okay. I’ll be careful” without being totally serious about it because I have a love passion for my beer. But after hearing for what you said, I’m beginning to feel that Butters was right all along. If I’m going to be a wonderful mother to my daughter, then I too will make the exact same oath as yours, Stan. And just like our friendship, this shall be the oath that I hope will never be broken for the rest of my life!

Stan smiles and pats Kenny on one his shoulder.

Stan: I’m proud of you, Kenny. By taking this oath together, it’ll help us both on becoming the best mother for each of our new family. *rubbing his huge belly*

Kenny smiling: Yeah, and this forever oath will also help us to learn full complete discipline. *rubs his huge belly too*

From that point on, Stan & Kenny continue on with their walk to the pond without having an another conversation. After 10 minutes of walking, they’ve made it to Stark’s Pond.

Stan: Finally made it. Boy, when you’re this heavily pregnant, walking is more of a chore than a quick exercise.

Kenny: Yeah man, it can be a pain in the ass at times. Let’s take a seat at that bench, shall we?

Stan: Hell yeah, dude. I need as much relaxing time at the bench as I can.

They both take their seat at the bench, and watch the pond as they noticed a mother duck with a couple ducklings.

Stan: *pointing at the mother duck* That’s going to be us very soon.

Kenny: Yeah. Do you think that you want to have another child with Kyle after giving birth to your baby boy?

Stan: Huh? I never thought about that. Just by looking at the mother duck and her kids does make me feel like wanting to have an another child with him, although he and I need to discuss that idea 1st before making a final decision. How about you, Ken? Are you willing to have an another child with Butters?

Kenny: Tough to say. I’m willing to carry one more baby if he wants to, but I feel like he wants to only focus on our baby girl. If things goes nicely, then maybe we might think about having one more child into our family.

Stan: Safe choice, dude. Because I wouldn’t want to have an another child if life is gonna be like hell after childbirth. It’s best to carry an another baby inside you when life is going wonderful for your new family.

Kenny: Agreed.

Both then relaxed themselves for several minutes as they continue to watch the mother duck and her ducklings, and they also saw a blue jay flying by.

Stan: Hey dude, have you and Butters came up with a name for your baby girl, yet?

Kenny: We were having that kind of discussion last night actually. Butters wanted to name her “Meg” after seeing that new blockbuster shark movie about the Megalodon, but I told him that would be a very bad idea because when she grows up, everyone will be quoting to her, “Shut up, Meg” all the time. A quote joke that just got really old, and annoying as years goes by.

Stan: I know what you mean. That quote was alright for the first couple years, but as time goes by and Family Guy just keeps on getting more popular on social media, it definitely gets more and more irritating as fuck.

Kenny: That’s what I said to him exactly. Butters eventually agreed with me because of how he was used to be called names all time back at elementary school, and he doesn’t want our daughter going through a similar situation like he had.

Stan: And I also would like to point out for a moment that while Cartman is still such a huge asshole and all, but he is right on one thing, Family Guy really does suck. At least, not as much a good show as it was back then before jumping the shark multiple times.

Kenny: Same thing with me, dude. I don’t even like that show anymore. Anyway, how about you and Kyle? Have you guys named your baby boy yet?

Stan: Not yet, we’re still working on that.

Kenny: Yeah, me and Butters are still working on a name for our baby too.

Stan: I want to name our baby John after the great “John Elway” himself, but Kyle wanted to name him Chris after his most favorite movie actor, “Chris Hemsworth”. It’s just so hard to find a name that both me and Kyle can agree on.

Kenny: Indeed. I was thinking about naming my baby girl Nazz, but the more I think about it, I feel like her name should be a beautiful one. And the name Nazz didn’t sound right for it.

Stan: Hopefully, we’ll each have a name for our babies before childbirth happens.

Kenny: You and me both.

Both chilled out for a few minutes to catch their breath.

Kenny: Stan, have you and Kyle made a room for your baby yet?

Stan: He and I actually got done decorating his room last weekend. I even took some pictures on my phone after the room was completed if you like to see them.

Kenny: Yeah man, I would love to! Butters and I also completed our baby girl’s room a few weeks back. I’ll be more than happy to show you my pictures of our daughter’s room from my phone as well.

Stan: Sweet!

The two show off their pictures to each other.

Stan & Kyle’s room for their baby boy have the wall painted light blue with some cute farm animals on it. It also has a comfortable chair, a white dresser for his clothes, a toy bin where all the toys & stuffed animals are kept at, and his crib is placed at the right side of the room that also has a Winnie the Pooh themed blanket.

Kenny & Butters’ room for the their baby girl have the wall painted light pink with some flowers on it. The room has a rocking chair, a light purple dresser for her clothes with a couple of plushie horses on top of the dresser, a basket of all of Butters’ old beanie babies that he used to collect when he was a toddler, and her crib is placed at right side corner next to the window.

Stan: Your daughter’s room looks really adorable, dude. You and Butters sure have done a great job on her room.

Kenny: I can say the same thing about your son’s room. His room is just as super cute as my baby girl’s room.

Stan smiling: Thanks, man.

And then suddenly, both of their unborn babies began to move inside of their huge bellies.

Stan excited: Oh dude, my baby is moving!

Kenny excited: Mine too!

Stan lifted up his brown jacket to feel his baby’s movements as Kenny does the same thing with his orange hoodie. Then both begin to rub their huge bellies as the babies keep on moving. They just love feeling their baby’s movement so much.

Stan: Hey, Kenny, do you want to rub my huge belly to feel my baby boy?

Kenny: Hell yeah, man! You should do the same thing with my baby girl as well.

Stan: I’ll be more than happy to do that!

Kenny then places one of his hands on Stan’s huge belly as Stan does the same thing of having one his hands on Kenny’s huge belly. As they were rubbing each other bellies, they were also blushing a little and made a sweet smile.

Stan smiling: You know dude, sometime after our babies are born, we should have them meet each other in person so that way can start a beautiful friendship together.

Kenny smiling: I love that idea so much, Stan. And I’m very sure they would both be great friends together.

Stan smiling: I believe that they would, Kenny. They definitely will be together for a very long time.

Then the two continues on rubbing their own belly for a couple minutes until their babies stopped moving, and then cover their huge bellies again. Afterwards, the mother duck and her duckling leaves the pond to adventure onwards to the glass field. That was the moment when Stan & Kenny decided that it was for them to leave also.

Stan: We should better be heading back now, dude. It’s almost lunch time for our babies.

Kenny: Yeah, man. Before they kick us really hard for food again. *laughs*

Stan & Kenny begins their walk back on the trail that takes them just as long as walking to the pond. Along the way, they’ve encountered a couple squirrels, an another blue jay, and the only other person aside from themselves on the trail, Mr. Mackey.

Mr. Mackey: Hello boys, it’s been a long while since we last seen each other.

Stan & Kenny: Hey, Mr. Mackey.

Mr. Mackey is still South Park elementary’s school counselor, although he does plan to retire from the job sometime next year. The last time Stan & Kenny saw Mr. Mackey was back during the 3rd month of their pregnancies when everyone in town was starting to learn that they were carrying babies despite not being women. Mr. Mackey was one of the 1st people in town to come forward to show his support for their pregnancies.

Mr. Mackey: So, how have you two been doing during your pregnancy so far?

Stan: It has it’s ups and downs. And we’re both due to give birth to our babies pretty soon.

Mr. Mackey: M’Kay. Which gender are you babies?

Kenny: I’m carrying a girl, and he’s carrying a boy.

Mr. Mackey: That’s wonderful, M’kay! And do you guys have a name for them yet?

Stan: Not yet, that’s still being worked on. How’s the school been lately?

Mr. Mackey: It’s been the same place just as when you guys went to middle school. Also, the school and myself are both very proud for you two and Kyle & Butters on becoming new parents. And we wish you guys well and have wonderful new memories for your children to be never forgotten.

Kenny smiling: Thanks, Mr. Mackey. That means a lot to us.

Suddenly, both Stan & Kenny’s stomachs growl pretty loudly.

Stan little embarrassed: Sorry about that. Our stomachs using growl like this everyday during our pregnancy whenever we’re hungry.

Kenny: Yeah, we gotta get going to feed ourselves and our babies. They don’t like to wait very long for food.

Mr. Mackey: M’kay, I understand. Well anyway, it’s was nice to see you two again. I hope you guys can stop by the school and show us your new children whenever you can.

Stan: We will, especially since they’ll be going to that school within a few years anyway.

Mr. Mackey: So long, boys. And take care, M’Kay!

Stan & Kenny: Bye!

Several minutes later after seeing Mr. Mackey, they were back at the entrance where they met up earlier.

Stan: Hey dude, do you want to come over at my place to eat lunch?

Kenny: Thanks for the offer man, but I’ll pass. After lunch, I’m just gonna give myself a hot bath and wait there until Butters gets back from work because he doesn’t get home until around 3. I want to keep on discussing with him on naming our baby.

Stan: Oh, okay then. I might also give myself a hot bath too after lunch while reading my book.

Kenny: What book are you reading? Is it an another book about the great “John Elway”? *laughs*

Stan: Nope, I’ve already read 3 books about him. I’m actually reading a book by “Cesar Millan” on how to raise a perfect dog. I’m thinking about rescuing a dog sometime after me and Kyle find a new house that has more room than our current apartment.

Kenny: That’s pretty sweet.

Stan: Anyway, I better get going now to feed myself and my baby. Oh and Kenny, one last thing.

Kenny: Yeah?

Stan: When you and Butters have a name for your daughter, please give me a text or call when you have it.

Kenny: Sure thing. And you do the same when you and Kyle have a name for your son.

Stan: Will do. I hope we see each other sometime soon after our childbirth. Have a great day, Ken. Bye!

Kenny: See you soon, dude. Bye!

A few days later after meeting up at Stark’s Pond, Stan & Kenny gave each other a call about finally having a name for their soon to be born babies. Stan & Kyle’s baby boy was named “Robin”, and Kenny & Butters’ baby girl was named “Jasmine”. A week later, they both finally went into labor and gave birth to Robin & Jasmine. Only about a month later after childbirth, Robin & Jasmine finally met each other for the 1st time during a huge celebration party to congratulate Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters on their new babies and becoming parents to start a new family. It was from that moment on, is where the huge friendship between Robin & Jasmine started. And it shall be a wonderful bond that’ll never be broken, just like the eternal bond between their mothers before them.

The end

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The first time I hitchhiked across Canada was one hell of a good time. I was heading west from Ottawa to B.C. I ran into a lot of people who gave me rides and put me up. I also ran into fellow hitchhikers. It was late spring and open season for hitching.

As I was heading west across northern Ontario I ran into a couple. We talked, where have you been, where are you going, what's it like. They tell me that I'm about to hit the toughest stretch of the TransCanada Highway. Sault Ste. Marie to Thunder Bay. Eight hours around Lake Superior.

If you're trying to get around Lake Superior from Sault Ste. Marie never accept a ride to Wawa, Ontario. It's about 3 hours up but a trap. The couple I ran into told me that if you get stuck there it could be weeks before you get a ride and move on. Hitchhikers end up at the exit, find their place in the queue, and then wait until it's their turn to go and stand on the highway and get a ride.

Wawa is a bit of a redneck town. Lovely scenery but also Friday night, go out, get drunk, fight someone, good weekend.

Determined to make it to Thunder Bay in one shot I patiently waited at the city limits on the highway. I wasn't there an hour before a small, blue, hatchback pulls up and stops. I grab my kit and approach. The driver asks me where I'm going... odd since the only place from here is Thunder Bay. He offers me a ride.

When I was growing up there was this commercial on television for A&W root beer. There's a kid, probably 9 or 10, walking with a guy in a frumpy bear costume on a dirt road. The kid narrates, "They say that throughout our lives we meet 10000 people." I've reached 10 times that number by this point. You have to gauge people when you get a ride. This guy is safe.

We head on our 8 hour trip to Thunder Bay. As he and I converse, awkwardly, he has a difficult time maintaining eye contact. Whenever he talks to me , he stares at my crotch.

How curious. But I'm getting the drift. His propositions begin. Show me your dick. No. Just give me a peek. No. I bet I could get it all in my mouth. Not happening. Happily hetero.

We've been driving for half an hour now and he's frustrated. He turns onto a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere, and drives down a bit, then pulls to a stop. He tells me he has to jerk off. Again, how curious.

He leans his driver's seat back and attempts to accomplish this task. Myself, I am looking out the passenger window. But I can't imagine how he will accomplish this. He's got a huge belly. How do you wrap your hand around to do that.

Eventually he gave up. He tried to convince me that he didn't have to give me the ride to Thunder Bay. I explained to him that in no ambiguous terms we had agreed to a ride to Thunder Bay. He agreed.

Awkward. But this is the guy who can get me to Thunder Bay without getting stuck in Wawa. I've got to stick with him.

This blog is getting long. More on the next. I woke up this morning, this is a good day.

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reinabeestudio · 4 years

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Happy Late New Year!! Do you have any personal hcs for the Matsuno sextuplets? owo

Feliç Any Nou, anon `7´)/!!

Regarding your ask: YES I ABSOLUTELY DO. I’m so late to the party, 100% sure I’ll repeat myself with others :’l. If you don’t mind that, then go ahead and read!

*(Warning, these are extremely self-indulgent;; Long post ahead!)

Osomatsu

He’s the one with the best smiles :9 Mocking or genuine, they certainly are a boost to see!

He IS a little shit, but deep down he truly cares for his bros, even if he doesn’t show it :v

Considering how much he likes drinking, he probably has a small beer belly lmao

He laughs so much! Even when he’s talking, the tone of his voice makes it sound like he’s chuckling.

If the situation comes to him being flustered, watch out because he WILL do his best to drag you down with him.

Very good at cheering people up~

He’s a pretty average guy in most aspects, physically!

Related to the previous one– when he gets mad, he’s actually pretty strong (don’t make big bro mad, because it’s scary as hell :v)

Sometimes he repeats things when he’s in a more serious mood (“Don’t run, don’t run.”/“Are you an idiot?! Are you an idiot?!”/“Wait, wait.”)

He seems the type of guy that despises wearing too many layers, so his favorite seasons are Spring and Summer

Actually he has a good memory, specially if it involves words, but it’s easier to play dumb¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Karamatsu

He’s my favorite so I’m gonna be extremely biased (sorry)

Based on the trillion poses he does, I say he’s really flexible lol

He has THE best thighs. Hizamakura material right there

G-good arms, also. Not strong, just…. Firm.

Also also! a Strong Boy™. But he’s a softie, so he does nothing with it

I like to think he’s quite good at English! (yes i know that his one-liners are in French >:v lemme dream orz)

He’s very good at cleaning, he picks up after his brothers often

Good cook! Good cook!! Good cook!! (this is canon… i think?)

Not as oblivious as people think he is! He notices the little details and others people’s moods shifts (the movie proves this well ;w;)

He has a pretty decent singing voice, no you can’t change my mind

He gets drunk so easily it’s embarassing (actually this is canon, if I remember correctly)

After watching the movie, I love to think that he has a few *freckles scattered around his body💕 (mostly the back of his legs)!!

*yes i know it’s supposed to be acne, but I decided to ignore that completely and indulge myself 100% LMAO

Choromatsu

Good hands and good with his hands! Cooking, sewing, etc– he’s the best one to do those tasks (if he ever has to do any of those lol)

The lankiest of them all (but subtle, eh)

His focus skill is either 2000% into it or none at all, no middle ground for this guy :v

This is pretty much canon, but he’s a real fast talker! Like you gotta get used to his rhythm or you won’t get most of what he’s saying;;

He’s an open book when it comes to his emotions! Anger, sadness, happiness, shyness… it’s easy to read his heart just by looking at him.

Canon says that he wears glasses to look smarter– I say, fuck canon and that he actually needs reading glasses >:0

Like Karamatsu and Ichimatsu, I like to think he also has some freckles on his body! But in his case, he has them all on his back

Ichimatsu

He has stuff on his pockets 90% of the time (few coins, cat food, etc)

A bit chubby. Not original, but a nice thought!

I like to think he’s somewhat paler than the rest, so his cheeks always have a bit of red in them✨

Besides of how comfortable they might be, he mostly wears baggy clothes because he spends so much time with cats (specially strays)

Ah, yes, the sharp teeth topic. Maybe not all of them, but he does have sharp canines heh

Sore loser (again, I think this is canon)

He’s the fourth son, yet he’s often treated like the youngest (this is more of an observation than an actual hc tbh)

Like I mentioned above, I headcanon that Ichi has few freckles as well! In his case, he has them in the palm of his hands ;w;

Jyushimatsu

You thought Karamatsu was strong, huh?? Well this guy is THE strongest and you can’t change my mind

Defined arms! Strong arms! No beefcake levels bc that’d be terrifying as hell (lmao) but if you poke it you can feel it✨

Pretty much the athletic one `v´)/

The opposite of Ichimatsu! He’s so active that his face has always subtle tint of a red :D

He tends to hum for himself when he’s busy, but he doesn’t notice unless his brothers tell him

Uses honorifics a lot!

Once I read someone suggesting he has a farmer’s tan because he plays baseball often and I haven’t known peace since then because holy shit

This is more of a opinion, but if he wasn’t so hyper and enthusiastic(?), he’d probably the prettiest-looking of the sextuplets! (but his personality and endless energy are the reasons we love him💖!!!)

Todomatsu

The most modern of the sextuplets! The thing he likes the most are accessories :9 Has a little collection of bracelets and such!

I ADORE thinking that he has some baby fat since he’s the youngest lol

Chubby fingers? Chubby fingers

He doesn’t like ANYONE touching his phone (having such brothers, can you blame him?)– Posessive of his stuff!

The easiest to scare! Truly the baby boy of the family!

He’s actually very impatient. In the other hand, he tends to arrive to events at least 5 minutes late with a wink, this asshole lol

He says many bad things about his brothers– but like Osomatsu, deep down, he loves them deeply (the movie proves this >:D)

Usually eats out (mixers, dates, etc). His eating habits are a bit of a mess

Sweet tooth! Sweet tooth! Sweet tooth! Sweet tooth!

#ask #osomatsu san #first ask of the year!!#also i love when yall send me asks involving hcs ;w;#long post #i got... carried away lol #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #anonymous

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