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mandarinmoons · 2 months

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could you write spencer x reader where she's pregnant but everyone finds out before reader does and spencer is the one to tell her, like the scene with Cece and schmidt in new girl. ofc u can write it however that's just where i got the idea from. thank you 💋

I haven't seen New Girl so I don't know how it all went down in the show, but I hope my take is alright x

The members of the BAU had started to notice that you had started to act a bit strange.

JJ noticed that you had started to go to the bathroom at what seemed like every half an hour while Penelope, who was known as the team’s personal baker, saw that you had started to decline her homemade cookies. Something was fishy.

“Spencer!” Penelope carefully hurried to the man’s way in her high heels, “We gotta talk.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Have you noticed that Y/N’s been acting a bit, hmm, I don’t know, strange lately?”

Spencer furrowed his brows and blinked a few times, “What do you mean?”

“Y/N is always the first one to take one of my cookies whenever I bring them in and now she’s refusing and saying the smell makes her feel sick. And, and JJ said that Y/N’s been feeling sick lately and-,”

“Wait, what? She’s sick?”

Penelope's eyes widen and she stares at Spencer, “You didn’t know? JJ’s noticed that she’s been going into the bathroom a whole lot recently.”

Spencer shook his head as he glanced towards you. Usually he’s the first to notice whenever you’re acting off, but with all of the work being piled up on his desk, if it didn’t happen right in front of his eyes, he wouldn’t be in the know.

“Have you noticed anything else?”

“Uh let’s see, she said she’s been feeling more tired recently. She said it could be from going to bed later at night or- oh wait, you don’t think that…”

Spencer nodded and excused himself as he walked towards you, the idea of what could be causing your unease could be more beautiful than nerve wrecking.

Spencer walked up behind your desk chair and rested his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing over the blades.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m alright,” you looked up from your paperwork and gave Spencer a smile.

“Penelope said you’ve felt a bit sick lately.”

“Oh um, yeah it’s nothing though. I’m sure it’ll pass soon.”

“Are you sure? How long has it been going on?”

“Oh um, I’m not sure, a week maybe?”

“A week? And you haven’t told me?”

“Spence I’m sorry I just, it’s always gotten better and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“But it’s kept coming back?”

“I guess yeah, why?”

Spencer sighed and caressed your cheek, “Sweetheart, don’t you see?”

You furrowed your brows and a moment later you realized what Spencer was hinting at, it was becoming clear.

“You don’t think that I’m…”

“Pregnant? It could be.”

You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. Spencer kneeled down in front of you and took your hands in his, "Hey, listen to me, we’re going to be okay. I’m right here with you through all of it and if it really is what we think it is then I’m going to do my best to take care of both of you, I promise.”

“I know you would, Spence, it’s just a lot of responsibility.”

“I know, but I’m willing to put in the effort. I want this, I want this with you.”

Tears pricked your eyes and Spencer leaned over and kissed your forehead.

Later that night as the work day ended you and Spencer stopped by a pharmacy and picked up a few pregnancy tests and headed home with crossed fingers.

Half an hour later and four pregnancy tests later, that were all positive. Spencer held you tightly in his arms as you both took in the news, you were going to be parents.

“Are you sure you want this? With me?”

Spencer nodded and kissed your head, “Of course, there’s no one else I’d rather experience this with. Do you want this?”

You looked up at Spencer as he brushed the hair from your eyes. You thought about the time you had spent together, how over the years it seemed like he became even more delicate with you if that were even possible. The times you had seen him with kids made your heart soar and a part of you did hope that one day you could experience the joy of having a family together. Sure this was unplanned, but that didn’t mean you two weren’t ready.

“I do want this, I want this with you.”

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petertingle-yipyip · 1 month

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SO LONG LONDON - STEVEN GRANT

Pairing: steven x reader (established) (and then marc shows up)

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Dating Steven was always a bit of a gamble. So when a beautiful woman comes to town claiming your boyfriend as her husband, you find a whole new side to the man you love.

//honestly idk what happened here, just go with it//

It made no sense.

You two were scheduled together all the time. Donna claimed it was the only way to make sure Steven actually showed up to his shifts. And for the most part, it worked. Occasionally, you two would have a day or two different and he wouldn’t show or would be ridiculously late. But you were usually able to explain it away to your manager so Steven wouldn’t get in trouble.

But now, it has been three straight days of Steven pulling no-calls-no-shows. Even when you tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail. Like his phone wasn’t even on.

You were walking around the city that day after work. You picked up some lunch and were looking at your phone, contemplating whether or not you wanted to try calling out texting him again, but the sharp whizz of a woman on a moped cut you off.

You stopped so suddenly in your tracks that your phone fell from your hands as you scrambled to catch your food.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman said quickly, suddenly in front of you with your phone in hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged it off and held a hand out for your phone. She went to pass it back to you but her eyes lingered on your screen where Steven’s contact photo was waiting.

“It was my fault for not looking.” You tried while she quietly stared at the screen. Your fingers hooked on your device and with a slight tug, you got it back.

“I’m Layla, by the way.” She said when you had moved to leave.

“Y/N.” You nodded. “Nice to meet you.” You tried to leave again but she spoke up.

“Boyfriend?”

“What?”

“The guy on your phone.” She gestured to your hand where your phone still sat. As subtle as possible, your thumb hit the lock button to hide the photo that was still waiting. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “He’s M.I.A. right now so I’m starting to worry. Normal girlfriend things, y’know? He’s a bit of a sleepwalker so…” You finished awkwardly.

“Would you…” She began and your brows raised. “Would you wanna get some coffee maybe? I think we should talk some more.”

“Oh, well.. Thank you but I should get home. I’m like three missed calls away from a missing persons report.” You tried to joke.

“It’s just that your boyfriend looks an awful lot like my husband.”

“What?” Your heart sunk.

“Yeah, uh..” She hurried to pull her phone from her bag. “My husband, Marc Spector. Maybe you’ve heard his name? He comes and goes for work but then I got a call and now I’m here trying to find him.”

“Oh!” You sighed in relief. “Okay, it’s probably a coincidence because my boyfriend’s name is.. Steven… Gra…”

Your sentence trailed off as Layla showed you her screen and a photo of her and someone who looked exactly like Steven faced you. His posture was different and you assumed his aura was as well. His hair was styled differently and he even wore different clothes than Steven would. Too similar to ignore but too different to convince you.

“Wow, um, that resemblance really is… Y’know what, maybe we should get some coffee.” You agreed.

After a while of you two talking, neither of you were convinced the other person was talking about the same person. Layla’s ‘Marc’ seemed to have a completely different personality than Steven. He seemed rougher, insufferable even. To be able to completely abandon your wife with no explanation was borderline appalling, and Steven would never. He hardly even went to run errands without giving you a full list of everywhere he intended to go.

As far as you could tell, the only similarity was their looks.

You offered to bring her to Steven’s apartment to show her that he was a different person with a different life. But when you knocked, your usual habit just in case he was home, he actually answered the door.

“Hello, Love.” He smiled at you, though the expression quickly faded when he saw yours. “Something wrong?”

“Steven, this is Layla. Layla, Steven.” You introduced before she had pushed past you both and into the apartment.

Steven looked at you in confusion but you smiled in apology with a small shrug. He stepped aside and gestured for you to come in so you did. Layla was investigating the small space and Steven was staying close to your side. You could feel his fingers tapping the back of your hand, his silent request to interlock your fingers together, but you put your hands in your jacket pocket instead.

“This is your flat, Marc?” She asked and you were thankful someone finally spoke to break the tension.

“I’m Steven, actually.” He answered.

“And you live here with her?” She gestured to you.

“No.” You answered for yourself. “I stay a few blocks over.”

“It’s my mum’s flat, actually.” Steven defended.

“You guys are talking again?” She asked as she found one of the poetry books on his shelves.

They exchanged remarks about the French poet and the hieroglyphics on Steven’s desk. You watched quietly and were finding nothing that could indicate Steven was Marc. But then again, the one French poet he knew just so happened to be Layla’s favorite. And his explanation of hieroglyphs was the same as hers.

Was it possible?

While the two turned to argue about divorce papers and Steven’s identity, you were distracted by the unusual gym bag on the table. You glanced and saw them take their conversation to another side of the room so you went over to the bag. You were thankful it was already unzipped so you pulled the sides apart and were dumbfounded by what you saw.

Stacks of money, a gun, a golden bug, and a passport.

You were drawn to the document so you pulled it out quietly and opened it, seeing a different name printed on the page.

“Marc Spector.” You read to yourself and your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

“Who’s Marc?” You asked suddenly, drawing attention to yourself. You held up the passport expectantly.

“Oh, jeez, uh…” Steven rushed over, crumbling the divorce papers under his arm as he reached for the passport.

“No.” You held it further away. “Who are you?”

“C’mon, love. You know me.” He tried, almost desperate for you to be on his side.

“I don’t think I do.” You said sadly. “Who’s Marc? Is he your twin brother or something?”

“I don’t know.” He answered quickly.

“He is Marc and he needs to tell me if we’re getting this divorce or not.” Layla spoke up and snatched the papers from under Steven’s arm.

“You seem lovely, Layla, truly. But I’m not Marc Spector.” He insisted and you so badly wanted to believe him. “I’m Steven Grant and I work at a gift shop. Well, I used to work at a gift shop. I just want my life back.”

“Doesn’t seem like you know which life that is, do you?” You slammed the passport against his chest.

“Y/N, please wait.” He reached for your hand but you backed away.

You nearly ran down the hall to the elevator. You needed to get away. From Layla. From Steven or Marc or whoever the hell he was.

It felt like you didn’t know him anymore. A different name you could live with. A secret job, sure, you could get over that. But a wife? An entirely opposite personality? That shook your entire world, the very foundation of your relationship. You could justify the rest but the idea of him loving someone else so wholly and being someone else so entirely, it had you questioning everything you knew.

About him. About life and love. Even about yourself.

It made you wonder if you could walk away from it all. Say so long to the quiet london boy that stole your heart.

You were back in your apartment before you knew it and you leaned against the closed door for a moment once you were inside. Your head was spinning with the new situation and you decided you didn’t want to think about it. You pushed yourself up and headed to your fridge, picking out one of the cans you usually reserved for after dinner or nights you had friends over for drinks and movies. You took it into your room and got changed before dropping onto your couch.

You put your can on the side table and picked up the remote, flipping through channels until a familiar movie played. You let it run as background noise while you read your book and slipped your drink. But despite your best efforts, Steven was still present in your mind. When you were picturing the main male character, all you could picture was your boyfriend. One of the female characters started to look like Layla. It drove you insane.

You threw the book to the coffee table and dropped to your back across the cushions. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your ceiling when someone knocked on your door. The first time the noise came, you didn’t move. Surely whoever it was would leave. But after a few seconds the knocking came again, with more authority than the first time. so you hauled yourself up and shuffled over.

Opening the door, you were greeted by the ghost of your boyfriend. For the most part, it was the same man. Same clothes and same facial features. But his dark curls were pushed out of his face. His posture stood taller and his shoulders pulled back.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize you weren’t looking at Steven.

You moved to close the door when his hand shot out to stop you. You tried leaning some of your body weight against the door but it hardly budged. You muttered a small complaint to yourself before stepping back and opening the door fully.

You stared at the imposter expectantly.

“Not gonna let me in?” He asked, gesturing slightly towards your apartment.

Even his voice was different. Missing the accent, deeper and fuller than Steven’s. Seeing the more mature sound come from your boyfriend’s face sent goosebumps across your skin.

“Why would I? I don’t know you.” You shrugged.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You really wanna have this conversation in the hall?”

You sighed heavily and as if on cue, your nosy neighbor was leaving her apartment. You grabbed Marc’s jacket and pulled him in, giving the woman a quick wave and a tight smile. You heard her question who he was but you shut the door before having to answer. You stared at the door for a second to collect yourself before turning to face Marc, who had already made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Little early in the day for drinks, don’t you think?” He tried to joke and shook the empty can but you didn’t laugh.

“Well when I find out my boyfriend is married and absolutely not who I thought he was, I’m entitled to a spiked lemonade… Just be glad it isn’t the bottle of vodka in my freezer.” You countered, the words spilling faster than you could control them. “So who the hell are you this time?”

“My name’s Marc.” He began and you rolled your eyes. “Steven and I are…”

“Twins?” You tried your earlier guess. You just desperately wanted something simple for an explanation. A case of mistaken identity among twins was simple enough.

“No, not exactly.”

“But you are the one married to that girl, Layla, right?” You pressed.

“Yeah.” He nodded and a small smile crossed his lips. “Steven’s never met her till today.”

“Well…” You said awkwardly, coming a few steps closer. “She’s very pretty.”

He smiled a little wider for a second before he seemed to remember why he was there.

“Listen, I came here because I wanted to try and explain what I could to you.” He began carefully.

“Is Layla right then, Steven’s just an act?” You cut in sharply. “A fake name so you can lead a life away from her? Because it seems to me that that woman loves you. Why she would is baffling to me and why you would divorce her is even more ludacris.”

“He’s not an act and he’s not fake.” He seemed to flinch at the last word. “Maybe he’s not all that real, either. It’s…” He blew out a heavy sigh. “It’s complicated, Y/N/N.”

“Don’t you dare.” You said tightly, closing the distance to put yourself in front of Marc. “You’ve existed to me for all of ten minutes. You have no right to call me that.”

“You’re right.” His hands went up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“How do you know about that anyway?”

“I know pretty much everything about Steven’s life.” He shrugged innocently. “You, the gift shop, his really shitty boss. I know what bus he takes, that goddamn fish. Jesus, I even know what underwear brand he wears.”

“How? Why? I just-“ You groaned and pushed your hands into your hair. “What the hell is going on, Marc?”

“Sometimes…” He spoke carefully, as if he was treading around land mines. “There were a few nights when you would come to Steven’s, or walking back to his place after work, it wouldn’t be him… He wouldn’t take over in time and it would be me. Kinda got to know you through that.”

“Oh my god.” You said quietly, your hand covering your mouth as you sunk into the chair beside you. “When he would be super quiet and just nodding or making little humming noises…”

“Yeah…” He hesitantly agreed, clearly embarrassed. “I tried to kind of push him forward but- I don’t know how this shit works, Y/N. I’m just living with it at this point.”

“So… You’re Marc and he’s Steven, but you’re also the same?” You questioned as the information tried to sink in. “Like you two are-“ You interlocked your fingers together.

“Same body, different people.” He nodded. “I know it’s a lot but don’t.. Don’t leave him over this.”

“Leave him?” Your brows furrowed and you almost laughed. “I’m not gonna leave him over this.”

“Really?” His brows raised quizzically. “Cause it didn’t seem that way when you walked out.”

“I can handle personalities, I think. It’s the marriage that’s a problem.”

“To be fair, it’s my marriage.” He offered. “Like I said, he never knew her.”

“I just need a day or two to let it process.” You confessed. “And I think you need a day or two to figure out things with Layla.”

“Yeah, probably right.”

“And if you two work it out, me and Layla are gonna have to figure out an arrangement.”

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lowkeyremi · 13 days

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

pairing: k. bakugo x fem!reader summary: Your man's birthday is coming up! Time to set up the venue for the birthday boy! Uh oh... gotta keep it on the low, I think he might be on to you. content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is nosy, little bit of swearing, mention of other characters (his friend group) (you can find the rest of the series here!) wc: 1k

"Shhhh!! Hurry up and bring the rest of the stuff out to the car." Kirishima and Kaminari can't seem to keep quiet while loading the rest of the supplies into the car for Katsuki's party. The two keep giggling and messing around.

"Sorry [name]! We'll be quieter!!" You highly doubt that because they said that the last two trips and if anything they've gotten louder. "Come on guys, we don't wanna give it away. You know how hard it is to actually surprise Katsuki." The boys know how much you've wanted to do this, so they quiet down and quickly take the rest of the party supplies to your car.

At this point it's almost like a challenge; to see if you can surprise him. His last two birthday parties you've tried to plan out were a major fail because Todoroki didn't understand the element of surprise and said, "Oh yeah, we're just getting everything ready for your party." and the other year he had threatened Mineta into telling him what you were plotting.

So, this year in order to keep it an actual secret, you had told very few people (kirishima, mina, sero, denki, and midoriya.) and sent Katsuki off to his parents to "enjoy his birthday with his family." His birthday isn't until a few more days but his parents were able to tire him out enough to keep him from asking questions or bothering you guys. he's currently in his room napping at 7pm.

"Alright, Sero, Can you read through the checklist once more to make sure we have everything?" Sero's quiet helpful, he'll be hanging up a lot of the decorations and what not. You had momo make a bunch of cool decorations yesterday while Katsuki was out with his parents and then sato baked a cake, that resides in the teacher's lounge thanks to Aizawa Sensei. You had also gotten the decorations that you and Mitsuki went out and bought a little while ago. She is such a big help and a huge part of why this whole plan is working.

Sero reads though the checklist and you give him a small "yeah" each time you see an item on the list.

"Okay I think that's everything let's go!"

In all honesty, Gym Gamma isn't that far away from the dorms, but carrying all of that stuff would have been a huge pain, which is why you're taking your car, with special permission from Aizawa of course.

When the six of your arrived at the gym you took charge of making sure the door was open for everyone to load everything in, and locking it behind you when everyone was inside.

Your teachers had already come up with some kind of white lie saying they were using the gym for some kind of new practice when in reality you're just setting up Katsuki's party.

So far everything's going according to plan, since Kirishima is probably the strongest one there he helps with setting up tables and moving them. While Denki sets up all the music equipment. (he, jiro, tokoyami and momo are going to play music)

Mina, being a natural leader is telling people where to put things, how high to hang up decorations and what not. She's really damn good at it too.

While you're in the trance your phone buzzes in your pocket and you hear the familiar ring tone of fireworks. When you and Katsuki started dating you set his ringtone to fireworks just to piss him off, and at first it did, but now he's just used to it.

"Hello?" In response you here a loud shuffling noise and a small grunt.

"Where the fuck are ya? Your location's off." If it were anyone else on the phone with him they probably would have thought Katsuki was being rude, but this is just how he is.

"Are you sure? I'm like 100% sure it's on." It's not. You know it's not. You aren't completely sure if he knows the gym is "off limits" because he crashed as soon as he got back. There's no way you're gonna risk it though because if he does know about the gym not being available he'll get suspicious of you being there.

"I'll check again, but I'm pretty sure it's off." His voice is groggy with sleep and he goes quiet while checking to see if you're location is on. While he's doing that you quickly mute your phone and yell out, "WHO'S NOT DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?"

Midoriya is the first to respond, he runs right over to you ready to help.

"Listen, Izuku. I'm about to tell 'tsuki that i'm headed to my favorite book store on campus. I need you to take my phone and just kinda hang out there and if something goes wrong, like he tries to call just call one of the others so you can let me know, okay?" The green haired boy shakes his head furiously fast.

"I CAN DO IT!!" Even though you're slightly exhausted, Midoriya's energetic attitude does hype you up a bit.

You quickly unmute your phone, "Hey baby, I'm going down to the book store for a little while. I need to get this one book."

His bed creaks, indicating that he's just finally sat up in bed, "Alright, I'll meet ya there."

"I just need some time alone, please don't come by." You try your best to sound like you need space, because you know your boyfriend respects you and your space.

"Oh.. alright. If you want me to come get ya I will." Guilt slowly trickles through your stomach when you hear his voice drop into disappointment but you know it will all be worth it in the end.

"Love you Kats, I'll see you in a bit." The blond hums quietly in contentment.

"I love you too, be safe." With that he hangs up the phone.

Izuku quickly leaves with your phone to the book store and you + the others get back to work on decorating and making sure everything is organized.

"Okay guys! I think if we keep working at this pace we'll be done in thirty minutes or so." Everyone whoops in excitement.

It turns out you aren't the only one who wants to surprise Katsuki Bakugo.

day 1: you make a birthday gift for katsuki - @zanarkandskylines

day 2: you invite all of class 1-A to the party - @xbabyd0lli3x

day 3: shopping for decorations- @angels-fantasy

day 4: You make a present plan 2.0! - @starieq

💖 day 5: Decorating the venue for his birthday party ! @lowkeyremi

day 6: Baking the cake for his party - @queenpiranhadon

day 7: you and your classmates surprise him ! - @cashmoneyyysstuff

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 2 months

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Training

Joe Rantz X Ulbrickson!Reader

Summary: When Joe Rantz meets his coach's daughter. He develops a crush...

Warning: 18+/ blowjob/ Swearing/ Mean Joyce (she's a sweetheart, but in this, she's annoying)/ historical sexism/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Guys! I just watched The boys in the Boat and I'm in love with Joe Rantz. Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy❤️

The first training for the new rowing team. Al Ulbrickson, his daughter and other people made their way to the dock. ‘’Honey, can you go upstairs? The boys need their maximum focus, it’s their first training and I don’t want them to be distracted by you.’’ Her father asked. Normally, she would’ve complained, saying it wasn’t fair. But her father was already stressed, so she nodded and went upstairs, to watch the training while she did her homework. She was studying to be a teacher, even though it wasn’t her first choice, she wanted to help design the boats, but engineering wasn’t an option for woman. ‘’Distracting, yeah, my outfit is distracting, its like a million degrees outside, try wearing a blouse!’’ she whispered, complaining about her father. She also wore pants, just like her mother. She liked skirts, but pants were better. She pulled her things out of her bag and started to work.

He was exhausted and his body hurt. The other guys on the team went away, but when he saw a light upstairs, he decided to let his curiosity win. She heard footsteps coming up, but when a man that was not her dad opened the door, she was surprised. But she recognized him, he was in class with her. ‘’Oh, sorry I thought the room was empty. ‘’ He said. ‘’Hey you’re Joe Rantz, right?’’ she asked. He looked at her, he thought that she was beautiful, and really cool for wearing pants. ‘’Yeah, but I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.’’ he said, shyly. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m Y/n’’ she extended her hand. They shook hands. His were rough, it showed that his body was tired. ‘’Rough day?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, what are you doing up here alone?’’ he asked. ‘’Uh, my dad is, uh, the coach’’ she mumbled. ‘’And he didn’t want me to be by the dock, he was scared that I would distract the boys.’’ She was nervous, but for no reason at all. He was really handsome, and it intimidated her, usually, she didn’t have trouble speaking with boys. But that blonde boy was making it hard to look at him in the eyes. ‘’Well, he’s right, you’re really pretty, and I would’ve been distracted.’’ He flirted. She blushed and bit her bottom lip. Just when she was going to say something, her dad comes in the office. ‘’Y/n let’s – Joe, what are you doing here?’’ he asks. ‘’Nothing coach, I, uh, I thought someone let one of the lights open, so I came to check’’ he stutters. ‘’It’s okay, dad, he and I have a class together, I know him’’ Y/n came to his rescue. ‘’Alright, go home, get some rest. Come on Y/n, I’ll bring you back to your dorm.’’ He spoke. She decided to stay on campus, she wanted her parents to have the house for themselves and she wanted the hole experience.

Weeks passed since they first met, they kept talking and they sat next to each other in class. But now, he couldn’t be fins, today was the first race and coach wanted them to be there early. Joe was at the library, when he was about to leave, a girl he went to school with stopped him. ‘’You’re Joe Rantz, I remember you, you had a huge crush on me in 4th grade’’ Joyce rambled. Joe wanted nothing more than leave, to avoid being late, but Joyce was holding him. Y/n was running in the halls to try and find the missing blonde, when she ran past the library, she finally found him, with Joyce. She entered the room, sweating from the running she just did. ‘’Finally, Joe!’’ she said, walking up to him. Joyce stared at her, judging her. ‘’Joe, we have to go, you’re almost late.’’ She panted. ‘’Hi, I’m Joyce! And this is Joe, but he’s nervous right now, so he’s not very chatty’’ she said. Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, but she managed to put a fake smile on her lips. ‘’Nice to meet you, and I know who he is. Come on’’ he was packing his stuff as Joyce walked away. ‘’By the way, did you ever lose that crush?’’ she teased as she left the room. Joe wanted to explain that she was just a friend, and an annoying fan. ‘’Y/n – ‘’ she cut him off. ‘’I don’t care, explain later, you have to go!’’ she rushed him.

He'd just won the race! He felt so happy! He’d work so hard to get there, and now he just won his first race. She felt so happy! Her dad’s team just won! They were gonna have a party to celebrate. She decided to leave to go and get ready, she had the perfect dress for the occasion. It was a baby blue long dress with small puffy short sleeves. It was simple, but really pretty, she let her long hair down and putted white heels on. 2 hours later, she stepped inside the reception room, with the loud music. She didn’t see Joe, but he saw her. The second she stepped in the room, he spotted her. Joyce was becoming a problem, not wanting to leave him. ‘’Joyce, you’re really great, but please I need space.’’ He said, trying not to sound mean. The second she left him, Joe almost ran to Y/n. She saw him walking towards her, Joyce was not with him, so she smiled. ‘’Hi!’’ he said. She had to lean in to reach his ear do they could hear the other. ‘’Hi, congratulations on the win!’’ she said. He had trouble hearing her. After they tried to yell in the other’s ear, the decided to go somewhere quiet. They went to her dorm room, she was on the first floor, the only room there. Being the Coach’s daughter had its privileges. When she shut the door, they were both standing up. ‘’Look, Y/n about earlier. – ‘’ he begun. ‘’Joe, it’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re an adult, you do what you want, with who you want, as long as it doesn’t affect the team, your okay’’ she said, hiding the pain in her voice. She didn’t want him to be with Joyce. She developed a crush on him over the past weeks. He did too, he thought she was amazing, and so smart. ‘’Y/n, I don’t care about Joyce. And I don’t have a crush on her, I have a crush on you!’’ he confessed, his confession wasn’t supposed to be heard. She blushed and smile. ‘’I, uh, I’m sorry I – ‘’ she cut him off by quickly kissing him. She kissed him before her brain starts to panic. When they broke the kiss, he was red, so was she. ‘’I have a crush on you too, Joe’’ she admitted. She saw that he was not believing what just happened, so she pulled him by the tie and kissed him again. ‘’You deserve a reward for your win today’’ she whispered.

He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced person on earth. When she said those words, he thought he was going to faint. ‘’I know your stiff, and we don’t want to make it worse, sit down’’ she said, pointing her bed. He didn’t know what she was going to do, but when she straddled his lap to kiss him, he knew that she was in charge. ‘’You’re okay with this?’’ she asked him. He nodded and kissed her again. ‘’You trust me?’’ he nodded again. She felt him get hard underneath her, so when she dropped to her knees, she took his pants with her. He never got sucked before, the guys on the team said it was amazing, he was about to find out. She spat on his dick, before taking him in her mouth. He was big, but she’d done it before, so she didn’t gag. She started to bob her head at a medium pace, not wanting to torture him, but not making him cum too fast. ‘’Holy shit’’ he moaned as his hand found her hair. He felt really good, he was so excited. He just won a race, and the girl he has a crush on, feels the same thing, and is currently sucking him off. He was in heaven. She felt him jerk his hips a little, after all, he didn’t do it for a long time. And he had roommates, it was hard to jerk off. She took him further down her throat, making him moan again. ‘’Y/n, oh my, this is a-a-amazing. Shit’’ his brain was starting to malfunction. She felt him twitch in her mouth, she moaned on his dick. The vibration from the sound she just made drove him crazy. ‘’ I’m gonna cum, shit Y/n, I’m gonna – ‘’ his sentence was cut short by his orgasm. His sperm went down her throat as she swallowed. He was feeling euphoric. She got up, wiping her mouth. She smiled at him, seeing how beautiful he was.

‘’Thank you, it was amazing.’’ He praised her. She blushed and looked at him while he laid down in her bed. She went to lay next to him. ‘’I’m really proud of you, Joe Rantz’’ she whispered. ‘’And I really like you, Y/n Ulbrickson’’ he said, kissing the top of her head. ‘’When you win in Berlin, would you let me wear the gold medal?’’ she asked him. ‘’Of course I will, so does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?’’ he asked. ‘’Do you want me to be your girlfriend?’’ she asked, joy in her voice. ‘’I would love for you to be my girlfriend’’ he replied. ‘’Then yes, I’m your girlfriend, Joe.’’

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heartburriedinvenice · 2 years

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Next Week

( steve harrington x reader )

in which you just want to rent Back to the Future but every week it has already been rented and every time you come back to check Steve Harrington says it will be back. . . next week and for some reason, you still believe him.

in which two lovesick idiots have to make stupid excuses to talk to each other.

content warning mild cursing, steve being an idiot, the reader being an idiot, robin being the only smart one, and steve's awful description of the back to the future plot

a / n i love steve harrington so here's this... the last piece of happiness on this account before i drop so much angst with no mercy ( and then after that a robin fluff piece ) i believe you can survive this war but before that happens enjoy this mess!!

You had noticed a few things about the video store in Hawkins, Indiana. One, Keith didn’t work there alone anymore. Two, the cute boy working there always made your hands unnecessarily sweaty. And three, they never seemed to have the movies you were looking for.

It started a few weeks ago. Your sister wanted to watch a movie that weekend after missing the showing of Back to the Future due to the unfortunate mall fire that knocked out a whole block of town. So the two of your drove to the gas station, bought a bunch of junk food, and headed to the video store. Though as soon as you walked in, you noticed the idiot who would quiz you for around twenty minutes on every movie you returned, and no you weren’t exaggerating, your sister had timed it, was no longer at the counter. But instead, the fallen king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington, him and his hair in all its glory. You weren’t sure how his dethroning as king resulted in him getting stuck working at the video store by the arcade, for half a second you question if it was even him or maybe some weirdly similar look alike. But no, no it was Steve, you would know it anywhere. And just like any day, you had made your way to the counter, smiling at the boy who almost immediately smiled back upon meeting your gaze.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he replied, reciting the lines Keith had gotten him to memorize after repeating them to him probably fifty times. “I’m Steve, welcome to Hawkins Family Video, where we bring movies to you, what can I do for you today?”

“I know who you are, Steve” you said, though immediately you wished you could turn back time find a time machine and jump backwards at how creepy it sounded. “Shit, I didn’t mean that to sound so creepy! Im sorry, I just, we went to the same high school. Well of course we went to the same high school but you know-”

“No! No, it’s good,” Steve replied, slightly stumbling over his words. “I, uh, I didn't think you were being creepy. What can I do for you today?”

“Oh, yeah, I was looking for Back to the Future,” you replied.

“Back to the Future’ huh?” He replied.

“Yeah,I didn’t really get to see it after the whole mall burning down and all, you know?”

He only nodded, you noticing him visibly tensing up at you comment. Passing it off as nothing but it being a stranger memory, a tragedy for a small town like Hawkins, something that didn’t happen often. It was weird, the tiniest bit unsettling.

“If i'm being honest, the movie was pretty meh. Like just okay. Pretty low on the movie scale for me. I got to see it, it was a little confusing,” Steve explained, his voice slightly dropping into a whisper. “Not to spoil anything, but I’m pretty sure, the mom in that movie is trying to bang her son...so…”

You stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say he was joking. But nothing came, only silence as you stared back at him with wide eyes, your voice dropping into a whisper to match his.

“Wait, you aren’t joking?” you asked.

“I mean, I work at a video store, would I be steering you wrong?” He asked.

“There’s no way! No way!” You practically yelled. “That’s messed up, they played that here? How did the PTA at the schools not go insane?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say! No one believes me,” he agreed.

“I gotta see this movie,” you said, a quiet laugh escaping at the end of your words.

“Ill go ahead and find that for you,” he offered as he walked backwards towards the back room, bumping into the door in the process. “I’ll be right back.”

And he didn’t lie, not long after the boy headed back out of the backroom, you quickly realizing he was in fact empty handed.

“I’m sorry, just realized someone came in earlier and rented our last copy,” he tried to explain, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh,”you replied, slightly deflating after the anticipation built up for the movie. “That’s okay, I’ll just rent something-.”

“But you can come back next week!” He interrupted, practically yelling. “It will be back next week…”

“Yeah? Okay. Cool, great! Sounds like a plan,” you replied with a slight nod. “Guess I’ll see you next week?”

“Yep, next week, see you then,” he replied, his words coming out in an awkward kind of manner.

With a quick smile at the boy, you made your way towards the door, not even noticing that your hands were starting to become extremely clammy. Only stopped by the sound of Steve’s voice once again.

“Hey! What’s your name?” He asked. “You know, so I can keep track of who wants the movie next?”

And so you gave him your name, writing it down on a piece of paper because of his claimed horrible memory watching as he tucked it into his pocket as you exited yhe store. A smile glued to your face and a giddy somewhat nauseating feeling in your stomach as you made your way back into the car, almost forgetting the fact your sister was waiting for you. Scratch that, completely forgetting your sister was waiting for you.

“Did you get the movie?” She asked, practically groaning the sentence out.

“What?” You asked, buckling your seatbelt.

“The movie” She replied like it was the most obvious thing. “Where is it?”

“Oh! Shit, yeah, that’s why we're here! Um, they didn’t have it, we'll have to watch it next week,” you replied nonchalantly, as something that once would have annoyed you had zero effect on your mood. “The boy who worked there said it would be back next week, wrote my name down and everything.”

The younger girl let out another groan as she dramatically collapsed back into her seat.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to watch the fucking ‘Outsiders’ with you again.”

And It went on for a few weeks, you making your way to the video store every Friday night with the same answer from the boy. One would question the validity of his statement, that it would be there next week, your sister had called you a fucking idiot. Her newfound revaluation that she could say a curse word without being struck by lightning completely shifting her vocabulary.

One night you even asked for a different movie you were pretty sure no one would be watching, but of course it just so happened to have gotten rented. You didn’t mind though all that much, though you would never admit it out loud, you didn’t mind it at all. Because each time you walked in you were greeted by Steve Harrington and some sort of memorable conversation. Steve Harrington. Who was actually pretty nice company, no matter how much of a dork you had realized he was. And no matter how many times you told yourself to just watch something at your house or borrow something from your friend, you continued to drive up to the same store, only to be given the same answer. And no matter how many times your sister had called you oblivious, you ignored the metaphorical butterflies that attacked the walls of your stomach. Maybe it was those conversations, the conversations that caused you to stay way longer than you intended? The conversations that ranged from joking about Keith to talking about stuff that left the two of you there up until closing. Whatever it was, you couldn’t help yourself from coming back.

Just like any other Friday, you parked your car outside of the store, your sister no longer tagging along as she knew you weren’t getting the movie but instead a hour long conversation she would have to sit through in pure boredom. Opening the door, the little bell rang, and you were immediately caught off guard by someone else at the counter. There stood a girl, close to your age from what you could tell. Her shoulder length blonde hair was covering her face as she looked at some book that laid on the counter. Hesitantly, you made your way to the counter, feeling somewhat out of place without having the perfect haired, idiot staring at you. Like you were in a whole other building.

“Hi,” you stated, the blonde haired girl looking up from her book. Feeling as if this was somehow your first time stopping in.

“Hello,” the girl replied, gaze back on her book as she flipped to the next page.

“I come in here every week looking for Back to the Future, I’m pretty sure Steve has my name written down,” you tried to explain to the girl. “I was just wondering if it was finally here to rent?”

“‘Back to the Future’?” The girl asked, as if you were stupid.

“Yeah…” you replied, doubting yourself for a second.

“What do you mean it hasn’t been here?” asked the girl, whose name you had picked up as Robin from her name tag. “Nobody has rented that movie for like the past two months.”

“But...I, he told me,” you said, at a loss for words.

“Well Stevie told you wrong,” said Robin, with a slight laugh, setting the book aside to set her full attention on you. “What’s your name again?”

“Y/N,” you simply replied.

“No way! Your’re the famous Y/N?” said Robin with a awestruck kind of enthusiasm. “I have been waiting to meet you. No wonder he was so upset about missing work today. He hates work, I was so surprised he even cared that much that he couldn’t be here but-”

“Famous?” You asked, the word sticking out in the midst of her ramble.

“Yeah, it’s not everyday that Steve Harrington has been so encompassed by a girl that he has to fake that ‘Back to the Future’ isn’t here just to get her back,” Robin said, a laugh following her words, almost bending over from how hard she was laughing. “What an idiot!”

“What do you mean by fake?”

“That it was gone. It was a plan to talk to you again. Oh he’s gonna kill me if he knew I told you,” she explained. “But he needs to get it over with and just ask you out. There is no way he strung it out this long!“

You stood there astonished, not even sure what to say back in response. Now your turn to wear that awestruck looks What were you even supposed to say? Where was the lesson on what to do in this type of situation?

“Is he still here?” You asked, part of you wanting to see him, the other wishing to run away and not look back.

“No matter how much I want to see this go down, sadly he had something today,” she replied. “I’m closing up tonight, but you know, I’m sure he’ll be here next week.”

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gallusrostromegalus · 11 months

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Soon after Masaki died, Isshin Kurosaki moved his family. It's mostly because the original clinic didn't feel haunted- if Masaki's spirit were still here, Isshin would know what to do, but instead he felt like his heels were dogged by the hole where she used to be.

It didn't hurt that the new place was larger, in a better school district, and closer to his friend Ryukken. He's almost feeling cheerful about the new place when Ichigo runs up the stairs and from room to room before calling dibs on one, because he's a big kid now and doesn't want to sleep where he has to listen to his dad snoring all night >:(.

Isshin felt slightly less cheerful when he looked out the big window in Ichigo's room to determine if he needs to put up some child safety grates, and realized their new neighbor was a taxidermist.

"I feel like it gives them a sort of dignity- A Life After Life, if you will." she said when he went by to make sure his neighbor was only eccentric and not something out of a horror movie. He wasn't entirely sure which, actually- Ms. Tanaka was an octogenarian with skin like tissue paper and a back like a question mark, but her living room was a veritable zoo of reconstituted animals, many of them former pets, if the number of domestic cats was anything to go by.

"Oh. Yeah!" Isshin grinned, terrified, and was struck by the idea of some goon in the 12th division slavering in the afterlife, desperate for her to shuffle off the mortal coil and bring her undoubted skills with dead bodies to R&D. "We've always been very spiritual people."

(Continued under the readmore)

"Oh, just like the nice young man who used to live in your house!" said Ms. Tanaka, sitting down in her armchair that was adorned by an ostentatious past-tense peacock perched on the back. "Odd fellow. Worked nights, spoke like he was born in the Sengoku Era or something, but very nice."

"He's BEAUTIFUL!" said Ichigo, staring in awe at an enormous Ginger Tabby Cat by the window, mounted in repose on a emerald velvet cat bed. Ms. Tanaka had done an excellent job conveying a sense of benevolent egotism on his whiskered face, but Ichigo's growing fascination with the Macabre was beginning to worry his father- Ichigo had seen the taxidermy stoat in the back window and INSISTED on coming along.

"Isn't he?" beamed Ms. Tanaka. "His name is Bostov! He was my very best friend for many years."

"Wow! Can I pet him?" Ichigo asked, eyes wide with delight.

"Ichigo, that's uh- that's not a real kitty-" Isshin began to sputter.

"Of course he's a real kitty!" Ms. Tanaka laughed, a noise like an ungreased gate. "You can pet him if you're very gentle." Ichigo stroked the deceased animal with exceptional delicacy for an overexcited Kindergartner. "He's so soft!" he gasped.

"Do you like him?" asked Ms. Tanaka.

"I LOVE HIM!" Said Ichigo, cheeks flushed and eyes bright for the first time in months now. Perhaps having a distant relative of the Addams family for a neighbor isn't so bad, if her creepy hobby cheers Ichigo up... Isshin sighed.

"In that case, why don't you take him home with you?" Smiled Ms. Tanaka. "I'm sure he'll be a good friend to you too."

"UH." Isshin blurted out, nearly spilling his tea on a flock of quail under the side-table.

"I have SO MANY friends in my home with me- it's bordering on a fire hazard!" Ms. Tanaka chuckled. "I'd be delighted to send him to a home where he'll be loved. Please- consider him my housewarming present!"

"CAN WE? CAN WE TAKE HIM HOME? PLEASE DAD??PLEEEEEEEASE-!!" Ichigo asked, stars in his eyes.

Isshin froze, horrified at the prospect of having... That. In his house. Watching him. ...and at the same time, completely unwilling to dash his little boy's dreams.

"yEaH oKaY." Isshin grimaced, soaked in a cold sweat.

*****

Bostov The Former Cat was bad enough, but at least the taxidermy beast 'lived' on Ichigo's bedroom dresser and not down in the living room where Isshin would have to look at it's green glass eyes, which seemed to follow him around the room. It wasn't right having a hollow thing in the house like that- any wandering spirit could decide to climb in there! He resolved to have it warded, but Kisuke said he was on a trip to the Caribbean for "Botanical Research" , and wouldn't be back until "After the Big Holiday on the 20th". Isshin hung up the phone, groaned and rubbed his face. It was fairly late, and he was still at the kitchen table, going through all of the licensing paperwork to get the clinic up and running.

"Hey Dad?" Ichigo asked, holding up a small plastic toy. "What's 'Soul Candy'?"

"Soul Cand-?" Isshin frowned, turned to look at the toy and nearly jumped out of his skin, swiping it away from the boy. "WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS? DID YOU EAT ANY??"

"...it was upstairs, in the back of my closet." Ichigo pouted. "-and no, I didn't eat any strange closet candy. I'm not stupid."

"Oh thank the Gods..." Isshin sighed, sitting back down at the table and shaking the small, duck-headed pill dispenser. Empty. "-I'm sorry I yelled Ichigo, but this is Very Dangerous stuff."

Ichigo arched an incredulous Eyebrow at him. "Really? Is this the same kind of dangerous that the half my Halloween candy you confiscated and ate was?"

"Ah- well. No. That was Dad Tax. This is actually dangerous. Here, come sit with me a minute." he pulled out the other chair at the kitchen table. "Remember how I told you about the ghost that lived in my attic when I was your age?"

"The Shinigami?" Ichigo asked.

Isshin did not *enjoy* lying to his children, but a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, and not enough even more so, so he'd concocted a little fantasy to explain why he knew all about ghosts and why the children never saw their grandparents, so he could tell them about the dangers of this world without telling them too much.

"That's right- His name was Kaien Shiba, and he was a Soul Reaper. At night, he'd turn into a ghost and leave his body behind, and go escort spirits to the afterlife or fight hollows." Isshin said. he'd named the fictional soul reaper after his favorite nephew in a fit of inspiration- he'd started telling Ichigo a tale from his days as a Shinigami one night after slightly too many drinks and had to convince Ichigo that that was only a distant acquaintance.

"...Like what killed Mom." Ichigo muttered.

"Um. Yeah." Isshin nodded.

They were silent for a moment.

"-Anyway, the way he turned into a ghost was that he'd swallow one of these little candies that would come in these tubes-" Isshin pulled the duck's head back to show Ichigo the mechanism. "-and Poof! he'd jump out of his body as a ghost so he could use magic to save people! But-there was a little soul inside the candy that would come out and take care of his body while he was away! Like a babysitter, but for his own butt! After a few hours, the little soul would stop working, and Kain would be home to climb back in."

Ichigo blinked at the mechanism, thinking. "So. There's a little person in these candies?"

"If there were any in here, yeah." Said Isshin. "They're not like. Whole people. Just little collages of behaviors and phrases. You know, like the fake voice that talks on the phone when you call to refill a prescription!" Ichigo frowned, considering something. "...There weren't any candies in this thing, were there?" Isshin asked, suspicious.

"No." Said Ichigo, frowning at him. "It'd be really lonely, being just a little soul, stuck in a candy, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"I suppose so, but I don't think the little souls are aware while they're in there. It's like being asleep for them." Isshin shrugged, lying to himself as much as his son about that.

Ichigo still frowned. "...What happens if the candy goes into a body without a soul in it? Like a dead body?" "Huh." Isshin frowned. "I dunno, actually. I guess the little soul would run around and operate it for a while, until it faded out, like it did with a normal body?"

Ichigo nodded, still preoccupied.

"Why?" Isshin tried.

"...No reason." Ichigo muttered, kicking his little feet. "Just thinking."

"Alright. Promise me if you find anything else weird or see any random candies to not touch them and tell me right away, okay?"

"Yeah okay." Ichigo nodded, only sort of paying attention. "I'm gonna go to bed. G'night dad." he muttered, getting up from the table and handing the dispenser to Isshin before giving him a quick hug and stomping up the stairs.

Isshin watched him go, aching a bit. I wondered how old he was gonna be when he started keeping secrets from me. He sighed, looking down at the Soul Candy Dispenser. Not that I'm being a Paragon of Honesty for him to follow...

---

"GIRLS? ICHIGO? HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY STETHOSCOPE?" Isshin hollered, searching fruitlessly under the couch cushions.

"NO!" Hollered Karin from where she and Yuzu were playing in the small front yard.

"TRY ICHIGO'S ROOM, HE TOOK A BUNCH OF LAUNDRY UP TO SORT." called Yuzu.

"THANKS GIRLS!" he called back stomping up the stairs. Ichigo was at karate- he'd finally returned to classes, or at least, Tatsuki had finally physically dragged him back into the Dojo. "Man I hope I didn't put it through the washing machine-" he muttered, opening the door to the boy's room and started searching through the basket of laundry on his bed.

Isshin stopped, and stood up, frowning around the room. Something was off.

Ichigo was a tidy boy, somehow, and his room was usually in order save for whatever video game he had out to play and the bed he never made but... Isshin turned fully around trying to figure out what was off before his eyes finally landed on the top of the Dresser.

The Emerald Green Velvet Cat bed, home of Bostov The Cat, was empty.

"Did he take the cat out of the bed to play with?" Isshin wondered aloud, hoping that that, and not several other horrible scenarios, was what was happening. He could hear Karin and Yuzu giggling through the window, and he peeked down at them- they appeared to be having a tea party on the thin strip of grass, and the guest of honor amongst the dolls and stuffed animals was a familiar-looking ginger tabby. "Oh! The GIRLS took him out to play with." he sighed with relief, leaning against the window to watch them.

...and watch a strange man approaching down the street, who stopped at the garden fence. Isshin frowned- maybe he was just watching the girls play, in a normal, wholesome way like he was doing right now. ...or he could be taking candy out of his pocket and waving the girls to come through the gate.

Isshin jumped on the bed, tore open the window with such force it jumoed out of it's track and was halfway out to jump down at the man from the second floor when the most EXTRAORDINARY thing happened.

Bostov, Who by all accounts had been deceased for the better part of a decade and was made of little more than a skin and some glass stretched over a wood-and-cotton frame, Suddenly leapt up from his chair, claws and teeth drawn like swords and leapt upon the man, battering him visciously with a stream of einvective so foul it made Isshin's barrack-hardened linguistic sensibilities blush, before chasing him back down the street like a short, furious, ass-seeking missile.

"GIRLS!" he shouted, jumping down anyway. "-ARE YOU OKAY?"

"DON'T GET MAD AT ICHIGO OR KON!!" Shouted Yuzu, tears in her eyes.

"...ichigo or who?" Isshin blinked.

"Way to spill the beans, Yuzu." Karin groaned. "Yeah Dad, we're FINE- Kon was here, he'll beat the crap out of anything."

"Who's Kon?" Isshin repeated.

"HEY DAD." Shouted Ichigo, skidding into the garden in his karate gi, and out of breath, clutching an unconvincingly stiff Mr. Bostov under his arm. "SO. UH- WELL MR. BOSTOV CAN MOVE NOW. FOR SOME REASON."

"Uh-huh?" Isshin glared at the cat, who glanced away nervously. "Why do you think that is?"

"...it's a Christmas Miracle?" Tried Ichigo.

"Ichigo, it's fucking April." groaned Karin.

"...Passover?" tried Ichigo.

"-This wouldn't have anything to do with that Soul Candy Dispenser you found, would it?"

"uhhhhhhh..." said Ichigo. Honesty might not have been one of the boy's virtues, but at least he was a terrible liar.

"PLEASE DADDY DON'T GET ANGRY!!" Sobbed Yuzu, throwing herself around his calf and wailing. "MR. KON IS THE MOST NICEST KITTY IN THE WHOLE WORLD! HE PLAYS TEA TIME AND DRESS-UP WITH US AND TELLS JOKES AND CHASES AWAY DOGS AND SCARY MEN AND HE ALWAYS WAKES UP ICHIGO WHEN HE'S HAVING A NIGHTMARE-!"

"Yeah, actually, Kon's like. the first thing to make me laugh since. Well." Mumbled Karin, plodding over to Isshin's other leg and leaning heavily on him. "Please? he's weird, but he's a good guy."

Isshin sighed, then glared back down at the cat. "Alright. Who are you?" he demanded.

Ichigo and the formerly immobile cat glanced at each other and the feline unfolded as Ichigo set him down, shaking himself out and sitting on the walkway.

"So, uh- Hi. My name's Kon. Kon Bostov, if you wanna be formal, in honor of the beast whose body I currently inhabit." He nodded, waving a paw evocatively. "-And, uh. Well, how much do you know about the afterlife?"

"-Being from a long line of psychic mediums and prone to hauntings, my parents rented out our attic to a Shinigami when I was a child, and he told me pretty much everything." Said Isshin, and Kon winced. "So. Is 'Kon' short for 'Mod Konpaku'?"

"Ehh... well, Yeah." Kon winced. "-But hey! It wasn't my idea to be cooked up in a lab by some maniac and then put to death minutes later for something I didn't even do!" he snarled, fur bristling.

"What?" asked Karin.

"Kids I- Look, I didn't mean to lie, there just wasn't a good time to bring it up but. Technically, I'm wanted by the law. I'm an artificial soul created for battle to be put into dead bodies, but literally four and a half minutes after I woke up, the soul society- where all the Shinigami are from- condemned me to die, because they didn't like how strong some of the other Mod Souls were. I managed to roll myself off of the table and into a box of normal bodyminders to hide, Got put in a dispenser and then the shinigami that had been here accidentally left me behind." Kon explained.

"COOL!" Shouted Karin.

"NOT COOL. BAD!" Shouted Isshin. "Okay, okay I- I mean you're right, I never- I mean, the way Kaien told it, the whole Mod Soul program was pretty shady and it sounded really unfair. But why would a Shinigami just leave an important and dangerous tool lying around?"

"...I don't know how much spiritual sense you have my guy, but this town doesn't have a Hollow problem so much as the Hollowpocalylse goin' on." Kon grimaced. "-I really hope that guy's okay, he seemed pretty cool from what I could tell. I don't actually remember hearing him get called back to soul society." Kon muttered. "-Anyway, about three weeks ago, your brother found me in the dispenser in the back of his closet and put my candy body into this taxidermy cat, and I've been hanging out with the kids since then! You know, like a cat is supposed to do!"

Isshin stared blankly at Kon. The girls hugged his legs, lips wobbling, but he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, firming up his resolve- no matter how nice he seemed, a Mod Soul was a dangerous thing- and one crafty enough to live right under his nose for the better part of a month? No, absolutely n-

Isshin opened his eyes to see Ichigo had picked up Kon, cradling the cat to his tiny body, eyes wide and beginning to glisten with tears.

"...Ah. What the hell. You make the kids laugh." Isshin sighed, and all four cheered, thanking him profusely and promising to be extra-good and take good care of Kon- "But you put so much as a Whisker out of line and you're in deep trouble, got it?" Isshin leaned into the cat's face, scowling menacingly and shaking his finger at Kon.

"Understood sir!" Kon Saluted. "So when's dinner? Ichigo's been sneaking me scraps but I could really go for some chicken, or maybe ham-" he asked, tail thrashing excitedly.

"You can eat?" Isshin asked. "I thought you were all... Whatever they stuff taxidermy animals with?"

"-Might've been, but I'm all complete now? Fluff, guts, claws-the works!" Kon shrugged, hopping up on Isshin's shoulder. "-Between you an' me, I ain't even neutered! But that ain't a problem- Plenty of hot pussy around, if you know what I mean, especially that sweet little tuxedo bobtail just up the street- Me-YOW, huh?"

"Oh gods." Groaned Isshin, covering his face. "What am I letting into my house?"

"An intact male cat is called a 'Tom' Dad." Karin called over her shoulder.

"Alright Kon, a few rules- No more swearing in front of the kids, no bringing ladies around the house and for goodness sake DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE HERE!" Isshin snarled at him.

"Alright, alright!" Kon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Out of curiosity though- What rank was your guy Kaien?"

"Hm?" Isshin asked.

"Only that I thought only the captains and a few lieutenants ever knew about project Spearhead." Kon glanced at Isshin, arching an orange-striped brow at him. "-funny thing, having a seated officer doing routine patrols, isn't it?"

"I dunno?" Shrugged Isshin, trying to keep his shoulders from tensing up, "-He didn't actually tell me all that much about how the soul society is governed."

"Huh." Kon nodded, smirking just a bit. "Interestin' guy, this Kaien. You should tell me about him sometime!"

"KOOOOONN!" Yuzu called. "My Dollie's shoe got under the fridge!"

"Coming Sweetie!" Kon called, jumping off Isshin's shoulder to reach his skinny little cat arm under the fridge and swat the missing accessory out from under the appliance. Yuzu applauded with delight and hugged him, laughing for the first time in ages.

Isshin watched them play for a bit and sighed. He not a bad guy, this Kon. All the same- Isshin took out his phone and dialed a number.

"~Urahara Shoten, home of Karkura Town's finest Candies, Cell Phones and Card Games! I'm on sabbatical 'til the end of the month or so, so if it's an emergency, hang up and call the Kurosaki Clinic! Or die! If it's not an emergency, leave me a message with what you need and I'll hook you up when I get back! Bye!~" Urahara's voicemail recording sing-sang over the line.

"Kisuke. It's me, Isshin. You will not fucking believe what my kids found in the new house. Call me as soon as you get back."

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #Isshin Kurosaki #Ichigo Kurosaki #Kisuke Urahara #Kon

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camaro-and-smokes · 4 months

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✨ This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨ @harringrove-relay-race

Screwdriver

S: I'm not looking to fuck right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

S: I know it's kind of random, but can I borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

S: I don't really know my neighbours and you're the closest person to me on Grindr

S: 😅

Billy stared at the four messages he'd received, not quite knowing what to think about them. They were from Steve, the guy he'd been messaging on Grindr for a while here and there.

It had been a kind of a mistake for Billy to even see Steve's profile. Steve had said he had been meaning to delete the whole profile since all he'd gotten through it was heartache and pain, but then had decided against it. Billy had the same kind of experience, so he'd suggested that they could just talk. And Steve had agreed.

They really didn’t know that much about each other, they talked about just casual stuff; work, TV shows and such. But Billy didn’t have anything special to do that evening, so why not. Steve seemed like a decent guy and Billy had an extensive selection of tools at home because of the Camaro he’d kept as a second car since it always needed something to be fixed.

B: Yeah why not.

B: Send me your address and I’ll bring it. BTW you should turn off the main water in case you haven’t yet.

Billy put his phone into his back pocket and went to the garage to rummage through his tools. Soon the phone blipped with a message.

S: Thanks, the water’s turned off. I’m panicking, didn’t even think of that. The address is 357 Oak Street, 3rd floor.

Billy snorted.

B: No problem. I'll be there in fifteen.

Steve didn’t actually live that far from Billy, which was surprising. Billy was sure he had never seen Steve around. Brown-haired, doe-eyed and tall men were his kryptonite. He was pretty sure he’d remember a guy looking like Steve.

He parked his truck and Steve buzzed him in.

Billy stepped out of the elevator in Steve’s floor. It wasn’t hard to know which one was Steve’s door: it was the one ajar through which he heard cursing. He walked to the door and knocked on it before opening the door wider.

“Hey, it’s Billy,” he said after he opened the door and couldn't see anyone in the corridor.

“Yeah, come in, I’m a bit busy right now,” came from somewhere behind the open door. “Shut the door.”

Billy closed the door and turned to look at the corridor opening behind the door – and almost inhaled the gum he’d been chewing, followed by a coughing fit.

Steve was on his knees on the bathroom floor, leaning under the sink into the sink cabinet – his ass high up in the air, clad in nothing but wet, green basketball shorts that were glued to his ass and his hairy legs – jesus christ how can someone be that hairy – and not leaving any other assets to imagination either.

He backed out from the cabinet, turned around and sat on the floor. “Oh good, thank fucking lord,” he let out, looking tired but clearly relieved. When he saw Billy all red from coughing, his expression turned worried. “You okay?”

Billy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and lifted the toolbox in his hand.

Steve got up and walked to the bathroom door, looking flustered and rubbing his hands to his thighs.

For fuck's sake would you stop doing that Harrington.

Billy was half hard already from seeing that wet ass, no further sights needed.

“I wish we could’ve met under other circumstances,” Steve said, smiling awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, on his hips, his arms crossed, again finding their place on his hips. He pointed at the toolbox. “Uh… I needed only one...”

Think about the tools. THE TOOLS.

“There are more than one size,” Billy croaked before coughing a few last times to his sleeve. “You didn’t tell me which, so I brought all I have.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Billy asked, his brows raising.

This is turning into a porn film cliché.

Steve turned red and grimaced, trying to turn it into an awkward smile. “Like I said in the message, I panicked.”

If he curls his hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes a few times I swer I won't be able to hold it.

Billy looked Steve in the eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate to all possible horrors of mismanaging a burst water pipe or a broken tap could cause. Then his eyes fell to Steve’s chest and the dark hair, a lot of it, that was clearly visible under the wet white t-shirt and he felt himself blushing.

Act normal, act normal, act normal....

To keep his thoughts on the task, Billy set the toolbox on the floor and took off his jacket and set it on the chair that was in the corridor. “Okay, let me take a look. Is the floor wet?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped aside to let Billy into the bathroom. “Not anymore. I mopped the floor, but I just didn’t see a point in changing clothes. Didn’t want to get the rest of my wardrobe wet.”

The bathroom was small, so they brushed against each other just a little as they passed, enough for Billy to get a whif of Steve's scent. He smelt of cedar wood, hairspray and a little sweat – a winning combo, apparently, since Billy's had to hold back a whimper and lock his eyes to the sink cabinet. “You didn’t think to call a plumber?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even, as he squatted in front of the sink and looked into the cabinet to check what kind of screws he had to open.

“I did. The one I reached said that if the drain isn’t clogged and the tap isn't leaking there’s no point in me paying for the nighttime extra and that he comes to fix it first thing in the morning. But he said that I should get rid of anything that’s under the sink so that he can get to work when he arrives. So I was doing that when I realized that I didn’t even have a coin I could try to pry open the screws.”

Billy took a deep breath. “Okay, well, that’s good. Based on your messages I was afraid that you were trying to fix the pipes with the screwdriver.”

Steve snorted, amused. “Well, I might not be a handyman but even I’m not that dumb.”

Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You need to take this cabinet out for the plumber?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s good then that I brought my whole toolbox then because not all of these won’t open with a flathead, they need a Phillips.”

“They need a what now?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

Clueless pretty thing, definitely checks the box.

Billy got up and chuckled. “I’ll take the cabinet apart for you, now that I’m here. But could I get a glass of water first? The coughing…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Steve said and left the bathroom to fetch it.

Billy was setting up the electric screwdriver when Steve returned with the glass.

Steve was still wearing the same wet clothes, because of course he was.

I want to claw those off and bury my face into that chest hair.

Steve looking down at himself all of a sudden made Billy realize that he had probably stared a bit too intensively and blushing. He downed his water quickly before handing the empty glass back to Steve.

“Uh… I’ll leave you to it,” Steve said, smirking. “I'll go change.”

Yeah, you had to point that out. What, you want me to follow instead of taking this shit apart and fuck your brains off?

Well, okay, maybe Billy wanted to do that, but that was not what they'd agreed upon. Better if he stayed on his lane, for now.

This isn't a porn film, not a porn film...

“Yeah, this shouldn’t take long,” Billy replied, not daring to look back at Steve again, and got to work.

Once he had taken the cabinet apart he put away his tools and looked into the living room where the bathroom opened to. Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop and tapping away. He was wearing eyeglasses, something Billy hadn’t seen in any of the photos Steve had shared online. They fit him, framing his face nicely. Billy's eyes wandered lower and he realized that Steve was wearing only sweatpants, his glorious chest hair all on display. There was a lot of it indeed.

I want to press my nose into that, snuggle into it, run my fingers through it, tug it when I come. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I took the cabinet apart.”

Steve looked up, smiling and put the laptop away. “Hey, that’s awesome. Thanks, man! How can I repay you?” he asked as he walked to Billy.

Do not think about it, do not think about it, DO NOT…

“Uh...” Billy managed to get out, rubbing his neck with his hand. This wasn't a fucking porn film, he reminded himself, even if a handyman came to fix something at the house and oops, only the good looking little missus is at home, wearing skimpy clothes and instead of fixing anything they end up fucking against the kitchen counter like horny bunnies. Okaaayyy, well, Steve had been wearing wet skimpy clothes that left nothing to imagination and now he was wearing even less, he was maybe also a bit clueless and…

Billy tried to keep his head in check and glued his eyes on Steve's face. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and measured Billy from head to toes with a lazy gaze.

Billy felt naked.

Steve smiled. “Uh… Should I be the one doing that, though?” He was quiet for a moment and smirked. “What if I'm all out of money and you have to get your pay, are there other ways I could do that?”

Billy swallowed and turned beet red. He let out a laugh and licked his lower lip.

Steve hooked his right thumb on the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down a bit and revealing the beginning of a very hairy happy trail.

The fucker.

Billy started to unbutton his shirt. “Well... Maybe we could come to a mutual agreement about that.”

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Unexpected Snowstorm

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader

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It was dark on the cold december night. I was hanging out at Sweet Pea’s place when the snow started coming down hard. Neither of us noticed, until we started getting cold. I felt the shivers and looked over at Pea, who was also slightly shivering.

“It’s cold in here.” I mentioned and Sweets nodded. He got up and checked the head, which was on. He looked out the window and his eyes widened.

“Uh, I guess it started snowing.” Sweets said and I got up to look.

“Oh my God…” I said as I looked at the snow quickly piling up. I heard my phone ring and quickly went to answer it.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Y/N? Where are you?” My brother, Jughead asked.

“I’m at Pea’s place.” I answered.

“Dad! She’s with Sweet Pea!” I heard him call out.

“Darlin’? You’re still at Sweet Pea’s place?” Dad asked and I nodded, before realizing he can’t see me.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“Stay there tonight, there’s a bad storm outside and it looks like we’re gettin’ snowed in.” He said.

“Yeah, Sweets and I didn’t realize it even started snowing until we both felt how cold it was getting.” I said and looked over at Sweets.

“You both are gonna be able to stay warm, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” I answered.

“Good, alright, try and keep your phone charged. We might lose power.” He said.

“Okay, Daddy.” I said with a nod. We hung up and I turned to Sweet Pea.

“Guess we’re stuck here until the storm is over and people can start digging us out.” I said and he nodded.

“Fine by me.” He said with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes and started to rub my arms.

“Dad said he thinks we might lose power.” I said and Sweets groaned.

“We’re gonna freeze to death.” He said and I giggled.

“I might freeze first, so you can eat my body if you need to.” I joked. Sweets chuckled then noticed me shivering harder and rubbing my arms. He walked off and returned with a warm looking sweater. He tossed it to me and I happily put it on.

“That looks better on you then it does me.” He said with a wink and I blushed slightly. Sweets and I returned to the couch and started watching another movie.

Maybe half way through the power cut out. Pea groaned and I sighed. It almost instantly got colder. I checked my phone and saw Jughead had texted me. He was making sure my phone was charged and we were okay. I texted him back and told him that my phone was charged and that Pea and I would be fine. I started shivering again and Sweets looked over at me.

“Sweets?” I asked.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“C-Can we move t-to your bed?” I asked. He nodded and we both quickly went to his room. I rushed to his bed and wrapped the blanket around my body and felt a little warmer. Sweets left the room and came back a few moments later with extra blankets. I smiled and moved over to make room for Sweets. He got under the blankets with me and wrapped the extra ones around us. Sweets laid down and pulled me to lay on his chest. I smiled as I felt the warmth of his body.

“Imagine Jugs face if he saw us frozen like this.” I joked and Sweets laughed.

“He’d find a way to bring me back just to kill me again.” He said and I giggled. My brother was alway protective of me when it came to guys. When he found out me and Sweet Pea were dating, Dad had to stop him from killing my now boyfriend. Dad wasn’t exactly happy about me dating Pea either, but he could tell how happy I was with him. That’s the only reason he was a bit more lenient with us.

I could feel myself growing tired, but I didn’t really think I should sleep while being this cold. My eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, I could hardly fight it.

“Get some sleep, babe, it’s pretty much the only thing we can do right now anyway.” He said and I sighed.

“I don’t wanna freeze to death.” I mumbled. Pea chuckled and pulled me closer.

“I’m not gonna let you freeze babe, I’ll keep you warm all night.” He said and my eyes finally closed. I mumbled something in my sleepy state as I finally lost the fight.

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jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

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Hang Up Raphael, I'm gonna get to know him better ♱♡‿♡♰ (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers II)

Ooo he's feisty. But really he's telling you to check out the previous post before you continue ->

But if you've already checked it out, let's goo :D

*heavy breathing* Yeah uh just a moment I need to shower real quick, wait I forgot you like it dirty...uh yeah it's right here ready for you bring that hungry mouf hereeeeee *cough* OKAY so :D

We left off where he was critiquing the food from the stalls and then he turns to MC and says that little fucking line and it has me over here losing it because truly....I know he means more of like in a taunting way instead of sexual but come on Raph, pleassseeee

So Beel at this point is done with his shit lol and is saying if you aren't here for fun then clearly you're here to pick a fight. (intensely stares at Beel's sprite because his chest is looking mighty nice)

RAPHAEL WHAT

Like, I know this is just them speaking to each other on a enemies level, but something feels sexually charged here. "Want me to murder you?" "Yeah only if you let me punish you" Now my brain is swimming with enemies fucking each other and the dominance struggle and Raphael trying to top but Beel wins because he's simply just that much more powerful and stronger.

But, let me get back on task, sorry <3

So inbetween this time, Raphael challenges Beel by spitting a fucking meat bone in his direction with such force it nearly takes his head off. Which is pretty impressive if I say so myself. Amon gets trigger happy and defends his majesty but the bullets deflect? Stolas tries next bringing out a whole tommy gun and whelp all the bullets miss and start hitting the stalls instead. At this point, since I read this prologue already I understand why this is happening, though when I first read it I was like WAIT IS RAPHAEL INVINCIBLE??? Lmao Beel even brought out his whip and it didn't even get close to him. But again Beel is the one that points out that it's the christmas miracle that is stopping all the attacks. And MC is like OH WOW SO THATS WHY NOTHING IS WORKING

Raphael here tells MC to shut up and covers his ears (so neurodivergent coded, not liking sudden loud sounds lol) it's okay bby I'll get you some earmuffs.

So after it's pointed out that it's a christmas miracle, Raphael is excited and wants to test out how long they got until his attacks can go through. (A menace I swear) And Beel accepts that challenge

So Raphael points a skewer with meat on it toward Beel to mess with him and my bitey king does this sexy ass shit where he eats the entire fucking thing (and possibly Raph's hand if he chose)

I am not strong, the pervy thoughts are always in my head. "Shall we do it somewhere" is where my brain stopped processing and went back to the enemies fucking once more lmao

But it did have me wonder where Beel wanted to post up for this duel of theirs...and boy do we find out what he means...

And wham bam, Bael is escorting MC to the meeting place that Beel told him to come at night. Given that Bael is pissed off he didn't exactly say where he just gave some general ass description and they were walking around all night trying to figure out where he was lol

Oh shit, an S&M club???? Now we're talking!

In my longfic btw, I have my MC randomly visiting Avisos and I do have a specific club I headcanon that she would go to in Avisos and Amon was the one to take her and she ends up filling in for a dancer that called in and that's how Beel met her! It was sort of similar to the vibe of this club lights wise, but yeah just dancing and drinking and strippers, no kinky stuff.

But I wouldn't put it past Avisos to have a place like this and only because of the type of atmosphere it has. This is why this place would be fucking dangerous for me because I would be in and out of those clubs like mad just observing. IRL though, there are such things at Fetish Balls and what not and I don't attend those, mostly because it's for a certain crowd and meh while I do enjoy talking about kinks I do not actively participate in them with others.

Continuing on though

I'm crying because Bael is just like "Oh you haven't been?" As if someone is just gonna be visiting these kinds of clubs all the time. Surely it's normal for them but come on Bael this is adorable lol

MC does show interest in wanting to go to one and I like that it shows a bit of that pervy character that's been missing a bit. Like ngl for the most part in the main story MC has been very sheepish when I'm wanting like full on "I'm always fucking lewd like lets fuck rn pretty much" and maybe I'm putting too much expectation on MC but come on...if canon wise MC is a woman....what's so bad about her being FORWARDLY horny all the time? Show that to me please. No holding back.

Moving on,

Bael and MC go toward the commotion in the back of the club and we find out they got my bby Raphael all strapped up

Like he was struggling so hard he was creating marks and bruises from the chains on himself. Even in Michael's story he didn't struggle too much, he was just kinda sitting here with minimal resistance. It makes me wonder if between these two angels, one just knows how to conserve energy and the other is just fucking wild.

Ooop!

Well at least we know he still has that murderous energy.

Lmao fucking Beel. So he's been hitting Raph with this whip I'm guessing, you know the kind you use during impact play, and Raph is not having a great time.

Bael runs over to Beel to chew him out though about how he didn't really give specifics on where'd he be and Beel is just like :D heyyyy bestie, you're late tho.

Lmao see? lmao Bael is so fucking done with his shit.

So Beel further explains how they got Raph in there in the first place, stating that he hasn't been able to attack them so with the devils in mass numbers they were able to pin him down and drag him to the club where he was throwing a fucking fit

And Beel got the idea that well since you're already tied up might as well play with you for a little bit. Lol

This is so hot of him, I swear this prologue is hitting me on all fucking sides because not only do we have Raphael acting like a cocky bastard, we have Beel acting like a sexy bitch and my coochie can't take much more of this. My body will detach from me at this rate.

Also yeah Raphael clearly fucked up the store, he probably knew what goes on in an S&M club and didn't want to go in and the funny part is since I saw that one comic, it's possible that this triggers memories of him walking in on God and Solomon bumping booties and perhaps doing a bit of kinky things so he doesn't want to be around that because it makes him go rabid.

But that's me having my theories.

Raphael was going on about how he's gonna give everyone divine punishment once he gets out of those chains yadda ya whatever bby please keep barking at me while I call you a good boy <3

He is cute MC, I'm glad we agree on this. He's just being a brat.

I love Bael. He's having a great time watching an enemy be the subject of humiliation. Again we are getting into those questionable themes of dubcon/noncon, degradation, public humiliation, etc., and some of this may very well be too much for most players. Btw if at any time any of these subjects bother anyone, please remind me to tag them appropriately so you can avoid any posts that have this mentioned if you still enjoy my other rambles and such!! I'd like to make sure I'm being respectful of boundaries.

Back to the h0rni..... So Beel invited MC to play around with Raph first and MC plays the whole "who me?" act and Beel is like nuh uh none of that you know what I mean....and he starts doing this?????

What do you wanna do with MC/me???? *nervously sweats*

PACK IT THE FUCK UP IM SWALLOWING HIS COCK IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN THAT CLUB DAMMIT

I am so fucking serious that they make Beel so deliciously lewd....like it's bad enough Satan and Mammon carry their own energy of horny, but this devil right fucking here is overflowing with it. The fact that MC is always fucking wet around him is proof in the pudding.

The whole S&M club will have to wait on me playing with my angel bby because Beel has been teasing this entire prologue and I'm about to bust it's not even funny.

But, alas MC is agreeing to play with Raphael...and with the gifts that Beel gave them for christmas as an idea. But alas...

Raph is not having it...not one fucking bit lol

I'd like to be delulu that he's just being bratty, but I'm really interested in the story so I can see how it is that we arouse him because he's so against it at first....maybe there's just something about MC's touch that the angels are unable to withstand? And also his card shows those piercings and since Beel is known for his piercings....I wonder if he did that to him. But I'll never know unless someone shares spoilers of the story on here or on reddit or something T^T

pstttt if you have his card somehow and don't mind sharing with me I'd be forever grateful

So it cuts off here on Raph's prologue which honestly I think ran a bit longer than Mike's, but at the same time I noticed they didn't show his sprite dressed up like his card and I wonder if it's possibly because it will show up later like that with him wearing the ball gag and stuff. I'm happy for you all to sit with me through another prologue playthru <3 There's more to post (these take me well over an hour to create phew...I'm still working on Beel's event and that may be a 3 parter tbh because of how long it is) See you next time (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡-your lovely admin

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb raphael #game playthrus🖤#whb event #raphael blurbs👼#beel is so hot in this i swear #you'll be seeing a lot of beel brain rot in this post

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4am-enha · 6 months

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GIRLLL!!! I have already looked through all your posts and your writings are sooooo good :(((

.... There:(( can you please write a fluff, one shot of hoon and the introverted and unsocial y/n 🙁🫶

sweet (in)convenience.

note: i needed to get a sunghoon one shot out so why not! i hope this is okay~ thank you sm for reading my stuff!! and thank you to @euphoricfilter for helping me come up with an idea for this one shot. <33

tags/desc: (have you ever gone to the store with your parents and they randomly rush away leaving you in line by yourself while they grab something ‘quickly’? yeah, that’s what this is.) introverted, socially anxious reader and soft teasing sunghoon who does the talking for them. holding hands, brief kisses, reassurance, friendly teasing, short convenience store trip with sunghoon.

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship.

pairing: sunghoon x you (y/n), gender neutral but term ‘passenger princess’ is used.

warnings: pet names like ‘babe’ & ‘love’ used a few times. very brief mention of a panic/anxiety attack.

wc≈ 1.6k, one shot format.

“What’s going on with all these people?” Sunghoon scanned around the cramped store, bewildered by the number of people as the bell on the door announced your entrance.

“I guess there must be some sort of celebration or event going on somewhere close by and people needed some snacks or something,” you shrugged.

He suddenly gasped, making you look up at him in wonder, “Or maybe they’re gaining supplies because they’re revolting against something and we’re missing out.”

You stared at him blankly.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go with your idea.”

You giggled, giving him an eye roll in response. Sunghoon was quite silly, but he was really nice company. Being around him always felt sort of like there was a bubble around you, providing you protection and always making you feel so comfortable and safe no matter where you were, or went. As long as he was by your side, it was okay.

You followed Sunghoon around as he grabbed things off the shelves, “what are we actually here for again?”

“I wanted to grab a few things for that gathering I’m going to later with the guys. I’m pretty sure everyone is bringing some sort of snack. Plus, we desperately need milk in the house. We’re out again.”

Sunghoon quickly closed the door of the store's refrigerator. Then, you followed him into the queue for checkout. He had already gotten what he needed.

You sighed, “Well, maybe if you didn’t drink milk on its own, we would actually have some left for the cereal.”

“What’s your problem with drinking milk on its own? It’s good. Literally, don’t bash it until you’ve tried it, girl.” Sunghoon tried to do some sort of swish with his hair and neck, but it didn’t work like he had intended it to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and you let out a small laugh, “Why are you trying to sound sassy?”

“Did you not hear? It’s the… what’s it called? Oh right, the sassy man apocalypse, or something like that. Ah, can you also hold this for me? I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” he shoved the shopping basket into your arms, flashed you a thankful smile, and winked as he dashed off to grab whatever he had forgotten.

You felt a rush of anxiety, “Uh actually Sunghoon-“

You had tried to call out to him before he ran off, but he had left so fast and couldn’t hear you over the noise of the crazy amount of customers in the store.

“He’ll be quick,” you internally thought- trying to reassure yourself. It was very hard to believe since Sunghoon had just left you in the checkout line all by yourself with his basket of stuff and absolutely no money or preparation.

There were only a few people in front of you. You couldn’t help but immediately start to overthink it all. Another customer finished, leaving one left until it was your turn. No sight of Sunghoon yet.

Maybe it all seemed a bit dramatic to anybody else, but to you, this was one of the most terrifying situations to be in. You had really bad social anxiety and besides Sunghoon and those closest to you- you didn’t really talk to people much. At least not if you didn’t have to. People thought you were just a little shy, but you really couldn’t help it. You could barely remember a time when you had ever been comfortable in public alone interacting with people. These days, you brought Sunghoon everywhere with you.

If you had to interact with the cashier right now, explain that you actually don't have any money on you to pay for it, inconvenience not only the cashier but the customers behind you too, and have to tell them to wait- oh it was all just too much for you. Your mind spiralled. You were sure you’d have a breakdown.

You then began to feel the symptoms of a panic attack come on. Your palms began to become clammy with sweat and your chest suddenly became tight as if there was an excessive depletion of oxygen in the room or something like that. Your breath became irregular and on the brink of hyperventilation.

And even with all of this, you still tried to keep composed so that the people around you wouldn’t judge you.

“Next customer please.”

It was your turn, but you felt yourself freeze in the spot. A sharp ringing began in your ears and the environment around you became blurred as if it was all happening all at once.

A familiar pair of warm arms wrapped around you, embracing you from behind gently. It broke you out from your episode, and suddenly you felt relieved again.

“Hey babe, it’s our turn silly.”

Sunghoon had returned just in time, but you felt like it had taken him forever. You looked up at him with weary eyes as he let go and took the basket from you, putting it up on the register counter. He then turned back to you and tucked your hair away from your face and behind your left ear.

“Love, how about you wait on that bench outside for me?” His eyes scanned yours, feeling guilty for leaving you alone like that.

And so you did wait patiently as he checked out, paid, and came out from the bustling mini store. You got up from the bench and he instantly reached for your hand, neatly quilting the gaps between each of your fingers with his own. He had such pretty hands- you were sure they were built especially just for yours.

“I’m so sorry for taking so long, my love. There were these annoying kids that just wouldn’t get out of the way,” he apologised sincerely, “I would’ve pushed them over or kicked them in the back of the legs if it wasn't, like, borderline illegal.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, still disappointed in yourself.

“I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

Like that one friend who can’t read a room for the life of them, a street salesperson rushed over and began to speak to the pair of you.

Sunghoon squeezed your hand tight and pulled you a little bit behind himself- protecting you and shielding you away from them.

“We’re busy,” Sunghoon brushed them off and continued to walk with you.

But they began to follow, “Just five minutes of your time sir-“

Sunghoon stopped abruptly and looked them in the eyes with a threatening glance, “I’m sorry, did you not hear me?”

“Ah, I understand sir. Have a nice day,” they had suddenly changed their mind.

Sunghoon stepped forward toward them, “Move.”

Finally, the salesperson walked away, leaving you alone. Sunghoon still held your hand securely as you continued your interrupted journey toward the car together.

You looked at him as you walked, “what was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“That just now- what happened to always talking to people gently, Mr. Nice guy?” You mocked him.

“That was an exception. They were annoying, and came way too close to you,” he grunted.

Eventually, you arrived at the car and settled yourselves inside. You were the passenger princess, of course.

You felt Sunghoon’s gaze on you as you put your seatbelt on. Your instincts must have been strong because as soon as you turned your head, your eyes met Sunghoon’s again- staring right at you from the driver's seat with a sly smile.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

Sunghoon leaned forward, inching close to your lips, just not far enough forward to touch them with his own yet. Still close, his eyes trailed back up from your mouth to your eyes, “I’m sorry again,” he whispered before finally leaning in all the way and giving you a kiss full of apologies.

It wasn’t really his fault, but you wouldn’t reject a kiss from him, no matter the circumstance. So, you just melted into it.

You could feel his smile widen against your lips as he began to softly chuckle to himself.

You pulled away, “what’s so funny?”

Sunghoon chuckled more, “It's just, I was only gone for like, less than two minutes.”

“So?”

“So… you really missed me then huh,” he smiled mischievously.

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away, “You’re so annoying.”

“I guess we need to be glued to each other,” he continued.

“Y’all hear something?” you asked an imaginary audience.

Sunghoon snatched your arm and grabbed your hand, “we have to hold hands forever. Sorry!” He kept teasing.

“Hoon. Just DRIVE.”

Later on, you were all snuggled up in your bed alone with your laptop, watching yet another winter movie in the middle of October. It was one of the best feelings, being all wrapped up in blankets and fresh clean PJ’s. No responsibilities to take care of as of right now.

The door creaked open and Sunghoon slid his head into the room with a grin, “What are you up to?”

You looked at the time on your screen and back up at Sunghoon, “You’re still here? Aren’t you going to be late for that thing you’re supposed to be going to?”

“I decided not to go,” he came into the room fully, hands behind his back.

“Well, why not? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, my love, I would just rather spend time with you more than anyone else tonight. So I cancelled,” he approached the side of the bed.

You noticed his hands hidden away, you could only assume he had something, “what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

You squinted suspiciously, “Hoon.”

“Okay, okay. Give me your hands,” he pulled out a selection of some of your favourite sweet treats from behind him and slid them into your hands.

“When did you get these?”

“When I left you in the line. I refuse to leave you empty-handed.”

You smiled, “I didn’t even notice.”

He gave you a peck on the forehead. Then, he slid into the bed sheets next to you with a huge cheesy smile.

“So what are we watching?”

end note: all feedback/notes are appreciated! thank you so much for reading ^^ !! ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE ORANGE BLOOD CONCEPT TRAILER? I WAS FLABBERGASTED. if you haven’t, you’re missing out. i’m so excited for this comeback.

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gojos-fr-bae · 16 days

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Okay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Shouting. Levi is kinda ooc ig, not proofread

Word Count: 821

A/N: YOH, this was kinda draining to write. idk why but recently I've not been feeling my writing, I still hope you enjoy

(Requests open)

It had been almost an entire month since Levi did so much as speak to you. He had been cooped up in his office doing God knows what and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Everytime you would bring for him a meal or cup of tea he wouldn’t even bother to look up from his work and you were sick of it.

“Levi, honey please, take even a small break.” you said in worry. No response.

“Levi, please stop ignoring me. I’m worried about you. You barely eat, you haven’t been sleeping and you’ve been completely ignoring me. Enough is enough.”

He was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t you just leave him be?

“Please Y/N, let me just do my work, you're only distracting me.” he said coldly, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

“Sweety, this isn’t healthy, It wouldn’t hurt to even take one break.”

“Y/N I beg of you-”

“No Levi, I’m not going to take no for an answer”

“Y/N ju-”

“No, I won’t allow you to sit here and watch you push yourself to the edge!”

“Stop interrup-”

“Levi I’m just trying to care for you and you but-”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, SHUT UP YOU INSOLENT BITCH!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table.

“I AM TRYING TO DO MY JOB! THE JOB THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LIVE SO COMFORTABLY! SO PLEASE JUST DO ME AND FAVOUR AND ALLOW ME TO DO MY WORK IN PEACE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I’LL REGRET. I ALREADY REGRET YOU, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!?!”

Regret.

He regrets you huh? Well that fucking stings.

You could tell from his face that what he said just dawned on him and he was beginning to regret it. But then again, he also regrets you so what does it matter?

You stormed out of his office and made a beeline to your room. The one you shared with Levi in which you shared so many fond memories with. You no longer cared though, rushing to your bed and burying yourself in your blanket before releasing the floodgates. And so you cried, and cried and cried.

Completely and utterly helpless.

***

He fucked up. He completely and undoubtedly fucked up. He knew that, and he was freaking out. But, rather than going after you and risking snapping at you. He just sat back down and went back to burying himself neck deep in his work, trying to block out the negative thoughts running rampant through his mind. But he couldn’t push the thoughts away forever. He was going crazy thinking about what happened and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He rushed off to your shared room and took a few calming breaths before entering. He made his way to your bedroom (ik I called it a room but it’s more like a mini house. Allow it.)

He stared at your disgruntled figure. Your face was just barely visible from under the blanket and he looked into your swollen eyes. He was so guilty he felt like he would throw up. He climbed onto the bed, getting under the sheets and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against him.

“Y/N?” he whispered into your neck, but you just ignored him. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Sweetheart, I apologise…I lost myself and said things that I didn’t mean and I am truly sorry for that.”

“I thought you regretted me..” you replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Darling, I didn’t mean a word of what I said. You are the light of my life, the reason I wake up each morning. It saddens me to think that I made you believe otherwise. I promise that if you give me a chance, I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

You heard what he was saying, and as much as what he said hurt, you still loved him more than anything. You didn’t want to let go, not just yet.

“Will we be okay?” Levi questioned, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Are you really sorry?”

“Deeply”

“Then yeah…we’ll be okay.”

“Thank you darling.”

“Uh huh” you said, turning to face him, “But if you making it up to me isn’t you saying sorry one thousand times, I love you four thousand times, and dinner, then I’m sorry but this won’t work. I also want flowers, breakfast in bed, and you have to do whatever I say for a month. Oh, and infinite kisses.”

“You’re really going to milk this aren’t you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you’ll do anything.” “And I will.”

“Good” you replied, smiling brightly and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Woman, you will be the death of me” he said before pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss.

You’ll be okay

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I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

#levi angst #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi aot #levi ackerman #captain levi #aot levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #levi fluff

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lynzishell · 3 months

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Transcript below the cut:

Megan: How did your appointment go last week? Have you decided on a birth plan? Dawn: It went well. Yeah, we’ve decided to do a water birth at home.

Iris: Really? Why would you do that? What if something goes wrong? Dawn: Our midwife is very experienced, and we’re only twenty minutes from the hospital if we need it. Iris: Twenty minutes is an eternity in an emergency. Megan: Oh Iris, I’m sure everything will be fine. Iris: Right. Of course.

Megan: Have you looked at the bassinets yet? They have a nice selection over there. Dawn: Not yet. There’s so much to think about, and everything is so expensive. It’s overwhelming. Megan: You don’t have to get it all yourself. We’ll throw you a baby shower, and you can get a lot that way.

Dawn: Oh, I can’t ask you to do that. I’m sure we’ll manage. Megan: Nonsense, I’ve already started planning. I’ll run down to Customer Service to see if they have those little scanners. We can start a registry.

Dawn: Oh, um—okay. Iris: What if you decide you want an epidural?

Dawn: Excuse me? Iris: When you have the baby, I mean. I thought I was going to tough it out with Spencer, but I changed my mind quick. You don’t know the level of pain you’re in for. You don’t have anything to prove y’know.

Dawn: I’m not trying to prove anything. I just don’t want it. And I’m doing what I can to prepare for the pain. Iris: There’s only so much breathing and visualization you can do before you’re screaming. Dawn: I think you’d be surprised how high my pain tolerance is, Iris. Iris: If you say so. But, you do realize that— Dawn: That what? Iris: That you have a higher chance of the baby dying at home than at the hospital?

Dawn: Now, why would you say that? Iris: [shrugs] Because it’s true. There’s a reason people stopped doing home births a long time ago. I don’t understand why it’s suddenly trendy. Dawn: Trendy?

Dawn: We’re not doing anything for a trend. The environment we bring our baby into is important to us. We have thought this through, and it’s our decision. I don’t have to explain myself to you. Iris: I know, I’m just saying. Dawn: Well, I’d appreciate it if you kept your comments to yourself. Iris: Fine.

Dawn: I’m gonna go see if I can find Megan. Iris: Relax, she’ll be back any second, I’m sure. Here, have you seen these? They’re so cute!

Dawn: What? Ooh, Iris, happened to your wrist? Iris: N-nothing. Just me being clumsy.

Dawn: Huh. Iris: What? Dawn: Nothing, just that, you and Ash are so similar. He said the exact same thing when, uh, never mind. Iris: When what? Dawn: When he got that black eye from James.

Iris: [rolls her eyes] You have no idea what you’re talking about. You think you can just show up acting like you’re better than everyone with your perfect life and your perfect fiancé. But you don’t know me, and you certainly don’t know James.

Dawn: I’m not… I wasn’t implying… wait, Iris, is that from him? Iris: [scoffs] Dawn: Iris?

Iris: It’s not what you think, and it’s none of your business anyway. Dawn: Fine. You know what, you stay out of my business, and I’ll stay out of yours. Iris: Works for me. Dawn: Great.

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 storytelling #sims 4 challenge #starsignchallenge #starsignlegacychallenge #gen1 aries #aries pt3 #dawn stephens #megan goode #iris goode

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julieunbroken · 7 months

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An Eternity Together - Yae Miko x Raiden Ei

Art credit: @_maiqo on Twitter!!

After an exhausting day, Yae decided to go up to her room. She put down all the papers she had to do on her desk and needed a break. She was with Raiden at the Narukami Shrine because she wanted to help out. There were a lot of people visiting so it was stressful for both of them. When she was finished calming down from such a chaotic day, she checked up on Raiden in her room. Yae knocked on the door and walked in.

Raiden was calm most days and never frustrated, but this time it was different. She seemed mad at Yae for some reason. "Why would you embarrass me like that today?" She sighed, "You always speak for me and it's so infuriating, I'm my own person too..." Raiden looked away in anger. She didn't wanna speak up against Yae because she knew she'd get mad at her. "Look Ei, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to help you, you're new to how the shrine works so, I did the rational thing and spoke for you." Yae reassured Raiden that she was not trying to hurt her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Raiden calmed down and they both went outside to admire the evening view.

As they were looking outside and talking about their days, Raiden couldn't help but stare at Yae. She loved everything about her. Her eyes, her laugh, and many other aspects. While she was still admiring her, she was spacing out a little.

"Ei? Are you alright?" She asks, seemingly confused.

"Eh? Wait wh- sorry, yeah I'm fine" "I'm just gonna go uh... get changed" Raiden walks away nervously.

Yae thinks that she's acting suspicious, thinking that she's up to something. While she gets changed, she accidentally walks in on her. Raiden looks nervous. "Oh, sorry Ei. I just didn't know you were in here." As Yae was walking out of her room, Raiden grabbed her hand. "Can you stay here with me?" She mutters. "Of course," Yae pulled her close to her body and started rubbing her breasts.

"I know you can't resist me," Yae whispers.

Raiden looks flustered and tries to look away but she can't handle the pleasure. She followed Yae to her bed and that's where it escalated from that point. Yae pins her down on the bed and begins to give Raiden hickeys all over her neck.

"You like that, don't you? hm?" Yae smirks at her. Raiden tries to look away but she grabs her by the chin, "Ah ah ah, don't look away." she continues kissing her and starts trailing down to her lower body. "Are you fine with me doing this?" Yae looks up at Raiden. "Y-yea, I'm o-okay with it," Raiden says. Yae opens her legs and starts licking her clit. She clearly liked it but tried not to show it too much.

Raiden starts to moan but bites her lip so she doesn't do it too loudly. "Ei, let it all out. I know you can't handle it." she continues eating her out and gives her hickeys in her inner things. "Ngh~ don't stop... please..." Raiden puts her hands on Yae's head, bringing her down to her clit.

"Do you want me to take a step further?" she smirks, "P-please d-do..." Raiden continues to whimper. Yae gets up, sticks her fingers into her clit, and starts to finger-fuck her. Raiden moaned loudly and couldn't keep her eyes off Yae. She's never felt this much pleasure from her ever. She felt so attached to her and couldn't resist how amazing she was.

"Y-you know how much I love you, right?" Raiden stares at her while she continues fingering her. "Of course baby, I know." Yae smiles and kisses her, "You're so fucking perfect." Raiden says in between moans. "Hah~ I'm gonna cum!! Please, please continue..." She couldn't handle how much Yae made her feel. After a few minutes go by, she starts to cum and that's when Yae stopped.

"That felt sooo good... you don't understand." She giggles, "I know, it was really fun to do that with you. Hopefully, we have enough time to do it again. Why don't I run a bath for you and take care of you for the rest of the night, does that sound good?" Yae caresses Raiden's face.

"I like the idea of that. Thank you..." Raiden hugs Yae tightly. "I love you so much, don't forget that, okay?" She kisses her cheek.

"I love you too." Yae smiles.

I'm sorry if this wasn't as good compared to my last story!! But still, hopefully, you guys enjoyed this :)

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veryhao · 9 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 — Joshua hong

masterlist

pairings: childhood friend!Joshua hong x fem!reader.

genre: Fluff, slight angst, lil suggestive.

warnings: making out (that’s all i can think of rn tell me if i missed any)

You’ve wanted Joshua so bad for a very long time but never knew how to tell him, but now you’re afraid it’s too late..

Today I had planned on inviting Joshua to hang out and go to some of our favorite spots that we always used to go to when we were younger. When he asked me if he could bring a friend I was expecting to see one of the members in his group that his was close to like Jeonghan or someone. That definitely wasn’t the plan when I opened the door to let him in and there was a girl standing behind him.

“Hello Y/n, once again I hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend” He said with the soft sweet smile he always had on his face, the girl beside him doing the same while introducing herself. “Hi, i’m Lisa nice to meet you.” she said reaching her hand out with a slight bow.

“Oh yeah it’s not a problem at all! and nice to meet you too i’m y/n.” I said taking her hand into mine with a smile on my face. When Joshua and Lisa walked through the door I noticed her arm wrapped around his.

“So did you guys want to stay here for a bit or just get going to the first place?” I asked. Just as Joshua was about to answer Lisa interrupted speaking over him. “Can we just go to the first now? I have plans later and don’t want to be late to them.” I nodded at her request looking over at Joshua to see if he was comfortable with just being interrupted.

“Hey Josh is it okay if you drive? I worked out earlier and my arms feel pretty weak.” I asked in a pleading way hoping I wouldn’t have to work my poor arms anymore that day. “Yeah anything for my Y/n.” He said with that beautiful eye smile that he always liked to showcase on his face.

When we got into the car I could tell Lisa wasn’t happy with her placement in the back sitting alone. “Shua! Can I play music on the radio?” Lisa asked in a tone lighter than her voice actually is, Joshua slightly cringing at the nickname she gave him. Shua? I thought why does it sound so annoying coming from her.

“It’s not my car so you would have to ask Y/n.” With that she sat back in her seat with a pout on her face. The rest of the ride was silent with the exception of the few jokes Lisa would make that no one would laugh out (womp womp).

The car turned into a parking lot signaling that we had arrived to our destination. This place was something Joshua and I would always love to go to during our free time, the building was a bright blue with pink sign on it that had the shops name on it reading “Froyo-olo.”

“So this is the frozen yogurt place you’re always telling me about huh shua?” Lisa said breaking the longing silence. There went that nickname again I just hated how it rolled off her tongue. “It looks lame and rundown compared to what you made it seem like.” She said speaking out again.

When those words came out of her mouth Joshua and I shared a glance and looked the other way. “Can we just go inside?” I said while clearing my throat still thinking about the rude comment she made about a place so special to me.

And with that we walked in and ordered what we wanted. “Uh yeah I would like to order two cups each with two scoops of Cotton candy and Birthday cake flavors, and…” Joshua said dragging out his words looking at Lisa waiting for her to say what she wanted.

“Oh so you’re going to order for her and not me?” Lisa said rolling her eyes. “Well I already know Y/n’s order because we come here together often” Joshua replied back to her trying to reassure her that there was no favoritism going on in this (there was but boo hoo)

We all go our froyos and sat a table. We spent the next minutes laughing and chatting it up when Joshua spoon missed his mouth and accidentally went on his lips. “Hey-” I start to say trying inform Joshua about the yogurt that was on his lips.

“Hey Shua you have something on your lips.” Lisa said swiping her thumb across hips then smiling at him afterwards still keeping close eye contact with him. In that moment the whole world went silent, there was nothing but radio silence being heard. I got up silently after using the excuse that I had left something in the car.

I sat in the passenger seat looking down at my feet trying to hold back tears. I didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to believe that Joshua had found himself a girlfriend. This whole day I kept trying to convince myself that she was just a friend and that the friendship that we had was stronger then whatever they had going on.

Any glimmer of hope that I had that he might’ve shared the same feelings with was all washed away in that very moment. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the car door opening and them entering. “I was thinking I could drop her off at her home and we could hang out for the rest of the day at your place, yeah?” Whatever Joshua was saying to me right was going in one ear and out the other, I didn’t want to spoken to at the moment.

“Sounds good!” I say mustering up a fake smile so that he wouldn’t notice my real emotions, but with him knowing me for as long as he does he knew something was up but just didn’t want to confront the problem. yet.

Lisa was finally dropped off and gone and I would hopefully not have to see her again. We arrived back at my place, and as soon as I set foot in the door the water works came flowing down my face.

“So what are you guys like dating? god.” I was crying so hard and couldn’t even tell what I was saying, Joshua was probably dealing with the same issue. “What Y/n? what are you going on about?” Joshua says confused on what you mean. “I see the way you look at her, you’re practically like in love with her. You’re so focused on her that you fail to see that I want you so bad and-”

My words were cut off but I wasn’t complaining because Joshua now had his lips on mine. The kiss was so passionate and soft I never wanted it to end, I wanted to die with his lips on mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together in unison. I was starting to become short of breath so Joshua pulled back.

“Does that spell it out for you? Y/n I love you so much and i’ve always had ever since we were young, don’t you understand Y/n i’m a mad man for your touch.” Whenever I heard those words I thought of nothing else but him, I’ve never wanted anything more than to be in this moment right now.

“I love you Y/n.”

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No Room to Breathe~ Ellis Twilight

Chapter 1

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part, but it does become NSFW in later parts, so MDNI

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Victor: “Well then, here’s the question.”

Victor: “The third glass from the top and furthest left in the common room. What happens if you touch it?”

Kate / Ellis: “A hidden armory appears.”

Victor: “Yes, very good answer.”

(Waaaaah…!)

The moment he touched the glass, a shelf appeared and the common room transformed into an armory.

On principle, only the members of Crown and I were allowed to use the weapons Victor possessed.

Victor: “It’s so earnest and sweet of you to ask to borrow a weapon for your next mission, it almost brings tears to my eyes.”

Ellis: “Can I take whatever I want?”

Victor: “Of course you can! What do you want? Oh, this is a new tranquilizer gun. Once it puts you to sleep, you won’t wake up for 24 hours!”

Victor: “It can be used on either lions or people. And this one—”

Ellis: “These handcuffs… I’ve never seen ones like this before.”

Kate: “Really? How do they work?”

Ellis: “Kate, can I see your hand… I wonder if this is it.”

Kate: “Oh, I see. That’s how you use them.

Victor: “So, this one is…what!? Wait, what!?”

Victor: “What’s that in your hands, no way…”

Ellis: “…?”

Victor yelled as he looked at the handcuffs connecting one of my hands and one of Ellis’s hands.

Victor: “These are handcuffs that never come off after you put them on-----Oh!”

--dining room

(Th-This is one hell of a situation.)

Liam heard the commotion and pulled us into the dining room saying “Al is a master lock-picker”

Alfons: “You’re fools to fall for handcuffs that can never come off again.”

Kate: “Hey, regardless of what we’re stupid enough to do, just take it off for now. Please.”

As the rest of Crown looked on, Alfons messed around with the handcuffs, looking up after 5 seconds.

Alfons: “This is impossible.”

Kate: “Huh? Please, try a little harder.”

Alfons: “I’m a genius at giving up. Isn’t it foolish to waste effort on unnecessary things.”

Alfons: “I surrender, I surrender.”

(Th-that’s…)

(Huh? It seems like Victor and I are the only ones who have been panicking for a while now.)

Ellis: “…Is it really so bad if it stays this way?”

Kate: “Huh?”

Ellis: “With anyone else, it would be a bit of a problem, but…”

Ellis: “If it’s with you, I don’t mind staying connected.”

I blinked at the unexpectedly sweet words being thrown at me.

Ellis: “You feel the same with me… right?”

Kate: “It’s…. The, uh, I don’t like…. I don’t.”

Ellis: “I see. Fufu, good.”

Victor: *sobbing* “……Oh……OH…..Oh….”

Victor: “This is a grave situation. I can’t believe that my mismanagement has deprived two people of their freedom!”

Liam: “…Victor, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

Victor: “So, I’ve decided to call a locksmith I know.”

Victor: “He lives far away, so I’ll be home late. William,”

William: “—ah, I understand. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Victor: “My sweet Kate, Ellis. Wait for me, okay?”

(…Gone like the wind.)

William, who had been watching the situation while drinking his tea, smiled softly.

William: “Kate, Ellis. Crown duties will be relegated until it is removed.”

William: “Think of it as a vacation and spend it as you like.”

Liam: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you instead.”

Kate: “Thank you. Ah, but Ellis, you have work for Jude’s company, right?”

Kate: “You’ll need to tell Jude that you’re taking the day off.”

(It’s dangerous to have business negotiations or collect money while connected.)

Ellis: “Yeah. But, do you think he’ll readily say I can take a break?”

Kate: “Fufu, no way. Not that devil.”

--castle grounds

We went to see Jude who was doing some research in the library…

--library

Jude: “Tch, that doesn’t matter, just do the work.”

(The devil!)

Ellis: “I knew Jude would say that.”

Ellis: “The way you’re talking…Is there something you want us to do?”

Jude: “Do you remember the man who asked to borrow money for investing from me three months ago?”

Ellis: “Ah…that extremely friendly grey-haired man?”

Jude: “Yeah. He stopped his repayments without asking.”

Kate: “Is there some reason why don’t just ignore it?”

Jude: “Are you seriously asking that?”

(Uh….)

Jude: “The circumstances and shit were premeditated. He doesn’t pay people back, just shows up at balls around here and there and has a grand old time.”

Jude: “How dare he break his word, eh?”

After spitting it out, Jude threw something in front of me and Ellis.

Kate: “An invitation to a ball? Could it be…”

Jude: “He’ll be there tonight. Go undercover and collect the money he stole.”

Ellis: “That means Kate is a young lady and I am her servant.”

Kate: “No, that would be suspicious. We’re still connected aren’t we?”

Jude: “They’ll just think overprotective parents put a collar on their daughter.”

Jude: “Or they’ll think yer someone with a taste for that sort of thing.”

(Ngh, That’s the problem! Ah, that’s right!)

Kate: “Well, I also don’t have a high-class dress that a young lady would wear.”

If I told Victor, he’d probably have one ready in a second, but I’ll keep that a secret for now.

Jude: “Haah… yer a very ill-prepared princess.”

Jude, looking really bothered, took something out and ran his pen over it.

Jude: “Hm, If ya got this it’ll be fine.”

Kate: “Uh, a check…and for this much!?”

Kate: “I can’t accept this!”

Jude: “No one said anything about doing it for free. It’s an advance on today’s work.”

Jude: “If it doesn’t work out, you’ll have to pay it back with double the interest. Do yer best.”

Kate: “Eh, h-hey!”

--Crown Castle Hall

(…ugh, I couldn’t refuse.)

Ellis: “Kate, are you okay?”

Kate: “I’m alright. Now that I’ve received the money, I want to do my job properly.”

Kate: “Let’s do our best, Ellis.”

Ellis: “…Fufu.”

Kate: “…?”

Ellis: “I, that part of you… I like it.”

Ellis: “…Maybe it’s a good thing it turned out like this.”

Kate: “…good?”

Ellis: “Yeah. This way, I can be with you all the time.”

When I see the sweet smile on his face, I feel my heart flutter.

(Before, I couldn’t say it clearly)

Kate: “Me too, I’m glad you were the one who was connected to me.”

Ellis: “I see, I’m happy… So, shall we go buy a dress?”

Kate: “Yes, Ellis!”

--Mansion entrance

After I bought a formal evening dress at Harrods,

We stepped into the mansion where the ball was being held.

(Wow, a big mansion… and lots of people.)

While I was stunned by the glittering lights, Ellis held my hand.

Ellis: “Let’s hold hands. It would be difficult if we got separated.”

Kate: “Fufu, we can’t exactly be separated when I’m handcuffed to you.”

Ellis: “I didn’t say it right. So…”

Ellis: “Can I hold your hand, because I want to hold your hand?”

Kate: “……yes.”

(I wonder if he noticed my anxiety… Ellis is as kind as ever.)

When I think about that, I suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.

(Huh? Are we being watched?)

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