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janeyseymour · 1 month

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personal and professional 1-3 was soooooo good it gave me an idea!

a mel x work crush reader story in which cute shy fem reader has a sleeper build. usually wearing regular lose fit clothing until one day they have to wear a fancy skirt and heels bringing attention to readers muscular legs. abbott crew starts asking reader questions about her workout routine leading a jealous melissa to make a snarky comment about reader skipping arm day to which reader says something like don’t let the outfit fool you i could bench you right now heels and all. melissa keeps pushing readers buttons until reader grabs melissa and starts overhead pressing with absolutely no issue to prove their point leaving melissa stunned. idk maybe it ends with melissa asking reader on a date that day after school?

Press You (Up Against a Wall)

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You were hired as the long term substitute gym teacher at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School in January, but when the teacher who was out on maternity leave decided to leave the position permanently- that she can’t even believe she stayed there throughout her pregnancy in the first place- you were brought on for the full-time position. So, now you’re Abbott’s official gym teacher, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Really, any physical education teacher position is a score in your mind because showing up to school in sweatpants or joggers everyday is any teacher’s dream come true. But Abbott is so nice because you can pretty much do whatever you want with the kids- including dodgeball, which is banned at most schools.

Under all of your gym clothes, you have a nice body- you’ll be the first one to admit that. Working out six days a week along with having a well balanced diet doesn’t go to waste. None of the teachers, or Ava for that matter, know that you’re a bit of a gym rat- okay, a really big gym rat. Sure, they know you’re athletic and that you’re slim, but they haven’t seen your legs- probably the best part about your body. You’re thankful for that because up until now, you’ve evaded the principal’s flirtatious personality and comments.

The only person who knows how in shape you are is Mr. Johnson because you help him move things or fix things when necessary. He’s immensely grateful and has promised to keep your hidden figure a secret- he knows how you don’t want to be hit on like Gregory is.

But now, you’re being forced to go to PECSA, and you really don’t know why you have to go, but the school is paying for your hotel room, and you don’t have to attend any of the seminars based on curriculum because you don’t teach any of the core subjects (you had thoughts on that title… physical education was one of the most important for those kids to be participating in if they wanted to grow to be strong and healthy adults).

So while everyone else is supposed to be at their seminars, you sleep in before heading down to the gym to get your daily workout in.

After you’re finished, you head back up to your hotel room and shower before changing into an old band t-shirt, a light sweatshirt, and a pair of joggers. Deciding that you have enough time to explore and just soak everything in, you exit your hotel room.

As you go to back away from your door, so is Melissa Schemmenti- donned in a bathing suit as opposed to the clothes that she should be clad in to attend different seminars.

“Hey, Schemmenti,” you look her up and down.

“Y/N,” Melissa looks you up and down too. “Don’t tell anyone, but Barb ’n’ I haven’t gone to a single one of those dumb jawns. All for the newbies.”

You mime zipping your lips before letting out a chuckle. “You’ll be at the big party though, right?”

“Hell yeah I will be. I have a math-o-rita chugging champion title to maintain,” she smirks.

“Good. I don’t think I could survive the Abbott crew without you to keep me company,” you blush as you tell her that. “Not that I don’t like the others, but… you know what I mean.”

“I gotchu,” she smiles. “Just stick with me and Barb, and you’ll be fine.”

You nod. “You mind if I join you now?”

“If you can get changed in the next few-”

“Nah, I don’t wanna swim, I just wanna relax in the presence of others,” you lie a little. You really just want to be in her presence.

You and her meet the kindergarten teacher down by the pool, and Barb’s eyes widen just slightly when she sees that Melissa brought you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she still greets you kindly. “Decided to ditch the seminars?”

“I don’t have to go to most of them,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. “Just the ones that have to do with PBIS and all of that. Other than that, I’ve just been kind of wandering. Saw Melissa, and I tagged along.”

“And she didn’t tell you to beat it?” Barbara raises a brow.

Melissa shrugs. “She looked like a lost puppy dog, so I took her under my wing.”

Little do you or Barbara know, she has had quite the thing for you since you first walked into the building and greeted her while she was bringing her kids down to special. And then when you spoke to her so shyly, but then she could hear you command the gymnasium to gain control of her class- it really struck a chord with her, and she was taken with you. She would never tell you that, and actually was a bit tougher on you than she was with others, but you have her figured out. She seems to be a bit tougher on those she likes rather than just ignore the ones who she tolerates or just genuinely doesn’t enjoy the presence of.

“I can go if-”

“You’re with us now. Don’t be an idiot,” Melissa rolls her eyes.

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Okay, okay.”

You relax in the lounge chair next to her, and you have to admit it’s a little warmer than you were anticipating it being in here (foolishly… it’s an indoor pool area, what we’re you expecting?). So you shrug off your jacket, tie your hair up, and hike your sweatpants up to your knees.

If Barbara and Melissa notice your calves, they don’t say anything.

You end up falling asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around yourself, and you don’t wake until you feel someone gently shaking you.

“Hun, it’s time to get up.” You jolt awake, clearly terrified as your eyes go wide and your breathing gets deeper for a second. But then you look up, and there’s… well, there’s Melissa’s cleavage in your face, and then a bit further up are her emerald eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ‘kay,” you mumble as you yawn and stretch a bit. “Sorry I fell asleep on youse.”

“Aye, no problem at all,” she smiles down at you. “Just didn’t wanna leave you down here to think Barb and I abandoned ship, but we’re gonna start getting ready for the party.”

“I guess I should too,” you sigh softly as you stand.

You and the redhead head up to your rooms and start to get ready.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready. You really just throw on the dress you brought- one that accentuates your legs- before applying a light amount of makeup. You run your fingers through your hair as you glance in the mirror. You look good. Deciding that you would rather not kill your feet just yet though, you wait to put on your heels.

A bit later, you hear a knock on your door as you’re laying in bed and scrolling through Instagram. You stand and make your way to the door before looking out the peephole. It’s Melissa, and she looks… stunning. Her hair is in big curls, and she has a beautiful green dress on that only makes her eyes pop even more.

“Hey,” you breathe out softly. “You look… wow.”

She gives you a once over. “I could say the same things about you.”

Your cheeks turn red at her compliment and her lingering eyes on your body.

“You ready? I want a math-o-rita in my hand, and the lines will get ridiculous later on,” she tells you. “And this way we can save a table for our group.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly as you continue to stare at her. “Just let me put on my shoes.”

She nods as she leans against the doorframe and watches. Then, you give her a nod, make sure you have your lipgloss and keycard, and head out.

When you get down there, she immediately heads towards the bar and quickly returns with two drinks in hand. She hands one to you, and the two of you clink your glasses together. You take a nice swig of it in hopes of relaxing. By the time the rest of your group joins you, both of you are on your second drink.

“You two are here early,” Barbara notes as she looks between the two of you. “Are we interrupting something?”

Melissa rolls her eyes. “We got here a little early to get a table.”

“You both look so nice!” Janine grins from next to her work mother.

You smile at her politely. “You as well.”

“I never really took you for a gym rat, although I suppose I should’ve,” Gregory chuckles. “Damn.”

“Seriously,” Jacob eyes you. “In the most gay way possible, I am looking respectfully.”

“What’s your workout routine?” Gregory asks you.

Happy to talk about anything other than work, you begin to list off the various leg exercises you do. Almost everyone is hanging onto your every word. At least that’s what it looks like. They’re all looking at you like you’re a star- all except the one you want to be looking at you: Melissa. She instead picking at her nails and sipping at her drink. The truth of it is, she is also listening to every word, and she’s beginning to get jealous of the way that everyone is ogling you and your legs. She doesn’t want that to show.

When you’re finished, she bites back a laugh. “Guess we skip arm days?”

“Don’t let the outfit fool you,” you chuckle. “My arms may look small, but they’re defined.”

“Compared to your legs,” she rolls her eyes.

“I could bench you,” you laugh back. “Heels and all.”

“Now that is something that I would love to see,” Barbara chuckles. She ignores the death glare your redheaded coworker sends her way.

“You will not,” Melissa states. “Not in this dress.”

“Maybe I’ll just do some bicep curls with you in my arms then,” you challenge her.

“I doubt you could,” she bites out. “Not with those chicken arms.”

You roll your eyes. “One of these days, you’ll see.”

“Sure I will.”

She continues to push your buttons throughout the night, and with the alcohol that you’ve taken in, she teases you.

“Couldn’t press me now, could you?”

“I could press you up against a wall,” you flirt shamelessly, liquid courage acting as your friend.

Her cheeks turn a violent shade of pink, and you grin.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you smirk. “I meant that I could squat against the wall and lift you up over my head.”

“That is not what you meant, and you know it,” she scolds you.

You shrug your shoulders innocently. “You’ll never know what I meant, now will you?”

After another round of drinks, she’s still teasing you. You finally decide that you want to put her incessant comments to and end. So, you sweep her off of her feet, heels and all. You make sure that her dress is appropriate before doing a few bicep curls with her in your arms.

She’s stunned, to say the least.

And then, with one little jerk, she’s up over your head. You bring her back down to your arms and hold her there.

“You ready to shut up yet?” you tease her, looking down at her lips.

Her eyes are wide and clearly impressed. She can’t even find the words right now.

“You ready?” you ask again.

She just nods her head, and you set her back down on her feet. You keep an arm around her until she’s found her footing again.

“That was really hot,” Jacob states. You jump slightly, not realizing he was there. “In the least creepy way possible. I had no idea you were that strong.”

“Most people don’t,” you chuckle as you down the rest of your drink. You wink at Melissa as you make your way over to the bar. “I got the next round. Another math-o-rita?”

She nods again as she makes her way back to your table. Barbara is sitting there with a smirk. “She put on quite the show.”

The redhead’s eyes linger on you as you stand at the bar and try to get the attention of the bartender. “Yeah,” she hums noncommittally.

“Girl, when are you just going to ask her out?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

That pulls Melissa out of her trance. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve seen the way you stare at her and the pep in your step when your kids have gym,” Barbara snorts. “Even in just her joggers and Abbott sweatshirt. You like her.”

“I mean, yeah… she’s a nice woman,” the second grade teacher tries to brush off her friend’s assumption.

“No, you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Melissa asks as she folds her arms over her chest. “There ain’t no way she would ever like me back.”

“She’s been practically drooling over you since she saw you in your swimsuit earlier today, and she’s currently buying you a drink,” Barbara laughs.

“We’ve bought each other drinks before.”

“But I don’t drool over you in a bathing suit, and I know you don’t drool over me,” the kindergarten teacher snorts. “Just ask her out.”

“Maybe when I’m sober,” Melissa rolls her eyes.

You start to make your way back over, and the redhead can’t help the way that she watches your hips sway.

“You’re drooling,” Barbara nudges her friend.

“Shut up,” Melissa laughs. She takes the drink that you offer her with a grin. The two of you raise your glasses in a toast before you link arms and chug.

You wipe the liquid that had made its way around your mouth with a chuckle. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll still be able to lift ya, no problem.”

You wrap your arm around her waist and squeeze her hip gently, the liquid courage once again taking over.

She blushes, but she quickly gets swept away by Derek, challenging her to yet another math-o-rita chugging challenge.

That leaves you and Barbara sitting at the table together.

“So,” the kindergarten teacher nudges you. “When are you gonna make a move on that redhead you were curling earlier?”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

“When are you gonna ask her out? I heard you tell her you could press her up against a wall, and you and I both know you didn’t mean that in an innocent way,” she chuckles.

You shrug. “Maybe when I’m positive she likes me. I ain’t about to make a fool out of myself and then have to work with her.”

“I think she made it pretty clear she likes you with the way she’s been practically undressing you with her eyes all night,” the kindergarten teacher tells you.

You laugh. “No she hasn’t.” When she raises a brow and hits you with the trademarked Barbara Howard look, you sigh. “Okay, maybe when we’re both sober… if I can ever work up the nerve.”

“Just give it some thought, sweetheart,” Barb tells you. “Melissa… she’s a tough cookie, but she’s got the biggest heart I know of, and as much as she tries not to, she wears it on her sleeve.”

You nod thoughtfully before smiling. “You think she’d say yes to a date with me?”

“No question,” your colleague tells you.

You think on it for a second, and you go to speak again- to tell Barbara that you might just ask her tonight- when you hear Melissa loudly calling your name.

“Hun! I need a cheerleader so I can absolutely kick Derek’s ass again!”

You look over in her direction and raise a brow, questionably.

“Please, babe!”

Oh, you know she’s so drunk. You can’t ask her out on a date, a serious one, when she’s as hammered as she is. You roll your eyes playfully but saunter over.

She slings an arm around your waist before she gets another drink. Without any hesitation, she chugs the entirety of it before Derek can finish even half of his. You’re impressed to say the least. After she slams down the empty glass to prove she’s finished, she kisses your cheek in celebration.

Not that either of you know it, but Barbara has a video of it.

It’s a bit longer before the two of you finally decide to retire to your rooms for the night… you’re both quite a bit intoxicated, and the redhead practically hangs off of you as you help her down the hall.

Of course, when you go to turn to your own room, she grabs your arm. “Come in?”

“Yeah, I can,” you tell her gently. “Just let me change, and I’ll be over.”

She gives you her best puppy dog eyes, but you insist. “Mel, I really don’t want to be in this dress longer than I have to be.”

“But you look… stunning.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, I would like to get comfortable.”

She relents and turns into her own room. When you knock on her door again, she’s still in her dress though, with the sweetest frown on her face.

“I can’t get out of this,” she tells you. “Stupid zipper.”

You enter her room before spinning her around gently. You unzip it with ease.

“Jeez, take me out on a date before you start undressing me,” she quips teasingly.

You see the opportunity in front of you, and you take it. “How about tomorrow at seven?”

“Only if you show up with those legs out again,” she flirts back.

“It’s a date.”

The two of you spend a few hours chatting and having a few more drinks in her room- beers she brought with her to pre-game before your really do head back to your room to get some much needed sleep.

As you pull the blankets around you, you smile to yourself. You know that she isn’t going to remember you asked her out tonight, but you think that you have the courage to do it again sober now.

The next morning comes, and Melissa comes out of her room with her hood up, sunglasses over her eyes, and she’s drinking Pedialyte through a straw as she wheels her luggage out.

You roll your eyes at her fondly. “Hey there,” you greet her, entirely too perky for her liking at this hour and in her state.

“How are you not dying?” she asks.

You smirk. “I didn’t have a chugging challenge with Derek last night.”

“Eh, worth it to keep my title,” she shrugs.

“You better rally for tonight. You have a date.”

“What?” she lowers her sunglasses so you can see the shock in her eyes.

You smirk. “You have a date… with me.”

The smiles that she breaks out into could light up all of Philly alone. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

With that, you leave her to continue to nurse the hangover for the car ride home with Barbara as you race off to check out of the hotel and head home. You have a date to plan.

Melissa waits down in the lobby for Barbara to finish packing up her weekend bags. When the kindergarten teacher comes over, the redhead, although clearly hungover, is deep in her own thoughts.

“What’s got you looking like smoke is about to come out of your head this early in the morning?”

“I have a date with Y/N tonight.”

“About damn time,” Barbara smiles. “Let’s get you home so you can nurse that hangover and be ready for her.”

#melissa schemmenti fanfiction #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

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hmcb96 · 8 months

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Layered Sleeve Hoodie + Slim Fit Joggers - TM + CM Conversions

I have been absolutely slammed these past two weeks with a very rough influenza. I'm finally (hopefully) at the end of it, so have some cc!

These clothes are separates only. I tried to mash them up into full body, but Milkshape... didn't like it. Too many polys maybe.

Layered Sleeve Hoodie and Slim Fit Joggers, both created for TS4 by @darte77 and converted 4t2 for AM by @nikaonishko. Now for TM and CM by me!

Categorized as Everyday For Teen and Child Males Top: fat morph included, 10 colours, 23k polys (HIGH POLY) Bottom: no fat morph, 12 colours, 32k polys (HIGH POLY) Files are compressorized. _____________________________

You have two download options: Repositoried: the teen and child files are ‘linked’ to the original adult files, which makes them a teeny tiny filesize for your downloads folder, but means the adult files are required for the colours to show up.

Standalone: they work as is in your downloads folder, but you miss out on the teeny tiny filesize. _____________________________

Hoodie Standalone: [DOWNLOAD]

Hoodie Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

Joggers Standalone: [DOWNLOAD]

Joggers Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

#sims 2 #ts2 #ts2cc #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 clothes #sims 2 download #teen clothes #child clothes #tm clothes #cm clothes #age conversion

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gabysimgallery · 9 months

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_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - xXDiamond_AraXx

*BREATHS IN AGGRESSIVELY* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after so much time without uploading a sim........I- I could not resist making my own version of Miguel.....U///u✌ enjoy 💅

The Sims 4 Gallery (game gallery) - contains CC

All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗 (a very long list o-0)

Poses

First pic poses by @kassimsdesign - MALE COLLAB POSES

Second pic by @j-e-n-n-e-h - Second Snap

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New sliders babyyy!!! I used different ones on him >wo!

- Lip fullness slider by @vibrantpixels

- Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon

- More sliders for the face! by @obscurus-sims (width slider one)

- Better Male Bodies Sliders by @narci-cism (BetterMaleBodySliders one)

- Pouty Lip-Slider ( ˘ ³˘)♥ by @miikocc

- Eyebrow Slider by @miikocc

- Height Slider & Extras by @luumia (neck, hip and heigh sliders)

- Presets & Sliders by @luumia (hand and face asym ones)

- Shoulder Height Slider by Hellfrozeover

- Extra Neck Width Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Wrist Size Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Classic Physique Nipple + Bumpmap(beta) version by Golyhawhaw (the version backlower default one)

- 👽 DEFAULT NOSE SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT MOUTH SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT CHIN SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- ❝Forehead Height Slider❞ by @bloodmooncc

- Eye size slider + head size slider by @marsosims

--------------Skin Details, Tattoos, Arm-Leg Hair and Feet-----

- Spotlight Tattoos by SimMandy

- Misc. face details by okruee

- Halloween Gift by @obscurus-sims (eyemask N8, red one)

- Vanilla Skin by @luumia (go into the sfs DL link, in the folder of sfs; go to the sub folder called skin details and choose: LUUMIA_skindetail_LipTints)

- ENRICHED SKIN OVERLAY by Golyhawhaw

- GOLD STANDARD BODY HAIR by Golyhawhaw (arm and leg)

- HD feet version 5. Update island living by @necrodogmtsands4s

--------------Hair, Eyebrows and Teeth-----------------------------------------------------------

- E-BOY XL Makeup Collection by Pralinesims (download the oudated version and get the Pralinesims_Eyebrows_N156_Lotto.package one)

- TS4 Male Hair G48 by Ginko Sims

- [Osoon] Teeth 01 by @5so0n

NOTE bc I dind’t knew how that devil website WoRkEd XDD so a lil advice: in the link above I provide, click on it and scroll down a bit and click on the ‘‘i agree inside the little yellow rectangle, it will take you to ‘’Linkvertise’’. From there scroll down a bit and you’ll see a ‘‘Direc Access with Premium or Free Access’‘ in orange and black, click the one that says ‘’Free Access’‘, it will open up a new window saying that u need to ‘’choose and complete’’ its a 3 step thingy, 1. choose whatever ‘’im interested’’ it doesn’t matter, 2. click in learn more (close the window that opens up xd and wait like 10 secs, in grey letters in the bottom it will appear a ‘‘ I already completed this step’‘ click on that xd, and there!, it will give u the link to SFS......eazy peasy XD.

- Semi-realistic Teeth by @kiellessa (set 1)

- in the zip file will be a extra 01Eyebrows - HQ.package, i dont know where it comes from but its needed lol, so i’ll leave it there in the zip file xD

--------------Eyes, Nose and Lashes-------------------------------------------------------------

- BEETLE EYES 2 by @squea (get all)

- No EA Eyelashes HOTFIX by @escapingpotplant

- another extra one, I tried to find where it comes from the [D1]obscurus_presets1.package thas in my mods folder, but with no luck, so i’ll leave it in the zip file included, its rlly needed 👍

--------------Clothes and Shoes-------------------------------------------------------------------

- Bespoke Suits V.1 by SimmieV

- REINA_TS4_F&M_TOWEL ACC by Reina Sims4 (male towel acc HQ)

- Floral Buttonup Shirt by McLayneSims

- [KK] Basic set 17 by KK's creation (pants)

- KK Basic set 08 by KK's creation (jeans)

- DSF PANT MARE by DanSimsFantasy

- Slim-Fit Trousers by Darte77

- CC Pack - Feb 2021 by Darte77 (AMtop299 HQ)

- CC Pack - December 2021 by Darte77 (Darte77_NikeAirMax270HQ, not cu or af)

- «miracle» cc pack by clumsyalien ([RAE SCARF V1 YM])

- KD joggers by akaysims

- Men's shoes collection Part 1 by Jius-sims (all of em uwu)

- Slim Fit Turtleneck by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- Loose Shirts by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- ᵉʳʳᵒʳ404ᵖʰⁱˡˡⁱᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ by εяяσя404ρнιℓℓιρs (just the ‘’She Told Me To Relax Joggers’’ and Basketball Shorts-->at the very bottom)

--------------Extra mods I recommend👌 and some that are are needed👈-----------

- WickedWhims v176f (needed for the golyhawhaw torso body selector of course owo)

- MC Command Center 2023.4.1 👌

-Extreme Violence -MOD- V 2.4.1 👌(very eazy to use the design is very human xD)

- VAMPIRES - Reworked Vampires Mods by Zero's Sims 4 Mods (tweaks one needed for his vampiroc poWeRs, already included in the zip file)

- P*rnst*r C*ck V6 [WickedWhims] by .Noir. (for the pp, included in the zip file 🥵in ww body selector, in the pp part, select whatever u find best, I personally use the thick hard/soft big cut >:3)

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_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - zip file containing all mods/sliders and tray files in my MediaFire xXDiamond_AraXx uwO ( 852.23MB )

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 cc #ts4 cc #ts4 marvel #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spider-man #miguel o'hara #sims 4 cc #sims 4 miguel o'hara #ts4 miguel o'hara #marvel sims #gabysimgallery

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writing-whump · 18 days

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Your OCs fashion? Pretty pls cherry on top?

Soup, thanks for the question! I wanted to take proper time for this, lol

Isaiah - loves his suits, blazers and his trademark long black coats. His fave is a black trench coat, but wool overcoats and pea coats work, as long as they are long enough to cover his suit jacket and black. Even a dramatic longer duster-style coat sneaks in from time to time. He prefers simple colours, usually black, dark gray, charcoal, navy blue, with crisp white or black dress shirts. Not that often with a tie though, but bottom ups to the neck. Also this man loves his gold cufflinks okay, gives him something to smooth over and adjust, without it being too obvious.

Matthew - he is more into streetwear and athleisure style. This oversized hoodies and bomber jackets, joggers and or shorts when it's at all possible, he doesn't mind the cold that much. Under the colourful hoodies though, he likes to wear slim fit black shirts, so catch him during a run ^^. Also sleeveless hoodies and sleeveless shirts when it's sunny, cause he likes to show off his muscular arms.

Seline - blazers for work and she is a jeans fan. Her colour is blue, she loves everything in blue from shirts and bottom ups to denim jackets. Her fave is a special thin leather jacket with blue ivy and flower design that can be turned around to be all black. She gets cold easy, so cashmere all the way from autumn and winter to most of spring. Wears dresses almost exclusively during summer, flowy and dark blue, baby blue, navy blue, silky and light. Also not a bra fan, almost never wears them, hates how they feel. If Isaiah catches you looking you are dead meat anyway.

Hector - loves leather jackets. Usually brown, but black works, with black or white shirt under. Tight fits, cause he is ripped, his life is basically one big workout. If he wants to be very formal he will take a blazer on top, but if he has a bottom up, it's going to be open at the collar. Black pants, sometimes baggy at the angles.

Arnie - either shirts with Henley neckline or bottom ups, but he is more into the bohemian style, so expect colourful flower patterns and loose chino pants. When he wants to do something extra, he gets a plain white bottom up with a small green or gold lines around the collar. He cares a lot about the fabric, so linen, silk, cotton. Also the only one who makes effort to look like he doesn't care too much, but he actually cares the most. His hair grooming kit is the most extensive and he spends so much time in the bathroom styling himself Hector bangs his head on the door.

#werewolf wip #myocs #ask

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vixenpen · 2 years

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Hii welcome back!! I'd like to request a Hawks x Black reader where Hawks and the reader are exercising (in a private gym, so they're the only people there) and they exchange glances in the mirror. When they notice the sudden tension, Hawks approaches the reader and teases her, and things get intimate.

Private Gym Hawks x Black (Fem) Reader

Hawks didn’t know whether he was grateful or annoyed that there were no other people in the agency gym when he walked in.

On one hand; It meant he could he watch your fine ass work out with an unobstructed view. On the other, it meant he couldn’t do so without coming off like a creep. After all, it was much more excusable to make accidental eye contact several times in a room full of people rather than a nearly empty one.

He really should stop gawking in the doorway and start his routine, but it was impossible when you looked that good in those fitted gym separates.

Your body flexed and bent with power and purpose. The bright gym fit popped against your beautiful deep skin tone. Most immaculate of all were your wings which flexed along with every movement. They had been the feature that had drawn Hawks to you..at least looks wise. The other thing that had drawn him to you was your strength and confidence which was on full display as you did jumping squats with weights in your hands.

It wasn’t the only thing on display, however, and once again; he bit his lip as his eyes wandered to your round, sculpted butt poking out.

Shit!

There he went again.

Your feathers ruffled as you finally picked up on the other presence standing in the doorway. You stilled before turning to face your boss who tore his eyes from your butt so fast they damn near spun to the back of his skull.

“Hawks!” You exclaimed, wiping sweaty tendrils of your kinky hair from your face. “Hey! I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

“I could say the same.” He replied, forcing himself to relax. “Don’t tell me you had no plans for a Saturday night.”

“Now I could say the same thing.” You shot back with a smile.

“Ahh,” your boss closed the door behind him and headed for a treadmill. “You know I’m married to my work.”

“That makes two of us.” You replied.

“Hey, I’ve seen you do some pretty wild stuff during happy hour.”

“If by wild you mean belting an off-key rendition of Plastic Love and then running to the bathroom to puke up lunch.”

The avian snorted in amusement as he began stretching.

You took the opportunity to watch him. He was young, only a couple years older than you, but he always came off as so self assured. Almost lackadaisical in a way that bordered on arrogant. Which, as much as you hated to admit it, was well earned.

The guy was young, successful, and hot. But you would only admit that last part in the deepest recesses of your mind. Your dark eyes slid over his body. He was lean, but there was a surprising strength to his slight frame. You watched muscles flex and bulk under his skin, and your feathers shimmied a bit. It didn’t help that the black tank top he wore was extremely fitted and his joggers hung on his narrow hips in the same laissez-faire manner as the pants of his hero costume usually did.

In short, your boss was a snack. This was a fact that you tried to ignore every day. It was tougher in some situations than others. Like now when his slim buff build was emphasized in work out gear or when he took off the jacket of his costume to reveal his skin tight body suit.

You sighed, causing Hawks to catch your eye in the mirror for a flash. Guilt wriggled in your gut immediately and you quickly looked away, awkwardly dropping the weights.

You turned and began stretching your arms. Fuck! Had he caught you peeking?

Hawks wasn’t so sure. He almost thought he had caught a glimmer of something in your gaze when he looked at you, but shit, maybe he was projecting.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying the new view though. He upped the speed on the treadmill as you continued stretching with your back facing him. Against his better judgement, he didn’t look away and when you picked up a jump rope you made it damn near impossible too. Everything jiggled; your tits, your ass. Everything.

This was going to be the hardest two hours of his life…literally.

#hawks x black!reader #x black reader #mha headcanons #bnha smut #my hero fanfic #hawks x black reader #n/s/f/w #black writers #bnha oc #smut #hawks x reader #hawks x female reader #keigo x y/n #keigo x you

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moodmother · 1 year

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Expansion Phase

The devil appears as Jerm turns to leave the wine cellar. He gasps and nearly drops the bottle of Dom, but his look of surprise quickly gives way to a grin.

"I'm ready," he says, gesturing to his clothes: an oversized hoodie and matching, generously-cut joggers, all in charcoal with tasteful neon yellow piping.

The devil only looks confused. "Does it matter what you're wearing?"

"Wouldn't it?" Now Jerm is confused. Why shouldn't it matter?

"Well the house isn't going to fit anymore, nevermind your clothes."

Jerm blinks, uncomprehending. "What?"

"I suppose I thought that I'd find you outside somewhere, but this will certainly be a bit more fun."

The fabric of his clothes is already starting to pull tighter across his skin, but Jerm has not yet noticed that he has begun to grow. He is still trying to grasp what the devil could mean. "The house…?" A knot of dread settles into the pit of his stomach.

"Well, you remember the deal."

"I…" Jerm looks down at his belly, slowly swelling out like an inflating balloon, and registers his predicament. The bottle of champagne smashes to the floor.

"No," is all he can say as he staggers out, through the bright light and crisp whiteness of the kitchen. "No, no, no--"

Out in the foyer, between the two symmetrical staircases that lead up to the second floor, hangs a portrait of Jerm looking just as he did moments ago: slim in a very specific, fastidious way. Not scrawny or wiry. Just full and toned enough to suggest a breezy fitness routine, yet without any muscular bulk that might belie vulgar, meat-headed vanity.

Now, tottering beneath that portrait, Jerm is already unrecognizable. He is expanding all over, swelling outward in all directions, his flesh sitting taut instead of sagging down. The waistband of the joggers is digging into his midsection. But he continues to steadily grow.

"Why?" he gasps.

"Our deal! Today's the day!"

The seams of his clothes are pulling tight.

"I thought…" he gasps, "Only…a couple hundred…pounds…."

The stitches running down his pant legs begin to pull apart.

"A couple hundred?" The devil gapes, incredulous. "Didn't you do the math?"

With a POP the waistband of Jerm's pants snaps. He groans against the oppressive tightness of the hoodie wrapped around his chest and arms. "Just a…tiny…fraction…."

The devil conjures up a brimstone-pocked scroll and consults it. "Right here," it goes on, tapping the scroll, "one thousandth of a pound per dollar. You didn't specify 'profit,' so we settled upon total sale price. That was the deal, Jeremy. You must have known what that meant."

Jerm only moans. The hoodie finally shreds, defeated at last by his relentless growth. He has started to take on a domed shape. His feet are buried beneath the bulk that used to be his legs. His barrel-like arms lie straight out, resting atop his impossibly huge sides. His entire midsection is all of a piece, still firm and rounded like the hull of a boat.

"Make it…stop…."

"Jeremy," the devil leans in close to Jerm's great broad face, "a deal's a deal. You just sold the company for three billion dollars. You know what that means."

"Nooo," Jerm sobs. Tears collect atop his cantaloupe sized cheeks.

"Three million pounds. That's what you agreed to."

Jerm wails. His growth continues unabated. The floorboards underneath him groan as if in sympathy.

The devil pokes pensively at his chest. "This will be very interesting to see."

"You…really are…the Devil…."

"No. I am only a devil."

+++

Breaking news:

"Emergency personnel are on the scene at the home of Jeremy 'Jerm' Scallon, creator and former owner of Skdli.do. Scallon recently made headlines thanks to the high-profile sale of Skdli.do to Meta, a move that turned him into an overnight billionaire. It seems that a neighbor called 911 following some sort of disturbance at the property. It is not clear at this time whether Mr. Scallon or anyone else is at home."

+++

Jerm can hear vehicles pulling up outside but he has gotten stuck here in the foyer with his back to the front door and windows. All that he can see is his portrait up on the wall, taunting him above the burgeoning horizon of his belly. Himself as he was. When he stepped on the bathroom scale this morning, it read 175 pounds. Now….

With a soft pap the underside of his belly reaches the floor and the whole thing continues to swell. Behind him, his titanic ass cheeks are already spreading across the floorboards.

"No…more…."

"Much more," comes the devil's voice in his ear. "You've gained, what, a thousand pounds, give or take? You're going to pack on three thousand times that much before it stops. That was the deal! I did warn you." With that it disappears in a puff of sulfurous smoke.

Someone is knocking at the front door. Of course Jerm cannot turn to look. His head is completely smothered, his face pinned between cheeks the size of sofa cushions. His hands have disappeared into the burgeoning barrel-like appendages that used to be his forearms, and those will soon be swallowed up by his now mattress-sized upper arms. Overall, he has taken on the rough shape of an enormous dome. And every part of him continues to grow steadily. Bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Heavier and heavier.

"Mr. Scallon? A neighbor ca--"

The cops entering through the front door cannot parse what they have walked into. An advancing wall of flesh, nearly as tall as a man, cleft vertically. Two impossibly huge ass cheeks, surging inexorably toward them and toward the door.

"Gnnhh…." Jerm moans. His belly is now touching the wall beneath the portrait, and pressing ever harder against it as he grows.

"M-Mr. Scallon…?"

"Helllp…me…."

+++

"Some kind of scene continues to unfold at the home of Skdli.do founder Jeremy Scallon. Law enforcement have not released any details except to report that Mr. Scallon is alive. Multiple ambulances are on the scene now but no one appears to have been taken out of the home."

+++

Jerm has grown flush with the walls but his expansion continues unabated. All that he can see is his own belly forced upward against the wall in front of him. Before his eyes it swallows up the portrait of his former self. Except for an upturned face floating in a sea of flesh, all vestiges of his humanity are gone. And still he continues to grow, filling up endlessly like a monstrous water balloon.

The walls are so, so tight, and getting tighter. He moans in discomfort, and even begins to weep. Alarmed voices chirp around him; he can feel tentative hands against the skin of his impossibly huge buttocks. But no one can help him.

+++

"At this time we have secured the scene, and have taken every precaution," says an FBI spokesman during the press conference. "We cannot rule out the possibility of some kind of pathogen."

+++

Jerm has completely filled up the foyer. With no more room to grow, his obscene bulk has been swelling upward, such that the buried core of his skeleton and musculature is buoyed within it like a morsel of fruit suspended within a gigantic jelly. His flesh begins to squeeze out into other areas of the house: into the kitchen on one side, into the library on the other. Up the staircases, which groan in protest. Pressing against the front door and windows….

+++

In the news footage of the Scallon mansion, there is a sudden flurry of panic among the assembled firefighters and paramedics. The first storey windows break and…something oozes out of them. The front door bulges outward ominously. It buckles, the hinges break, and the same fleshy substance fills the frame.

+++

Jerm is utterly alone. His flesh blots out the light from the windows, and muffles the sound of sirens and screams. His immense weight has splintered the floorboards and collapsed the staircases. Still he grows and grows. He is starting to forget who he is. All he knows is that he is horribly confined, squeezed. Outgrowing the house, just as the devil had said.

+++

"Authorities believe that the object is human, or human in origin, and that it is still alive. It is not clear what has caused the extreme growth, or whether the effect may be contagious. Residents of the surrounding neighborhood have been evacuated for their safety."

In the live footage, personnel in hazmat suits mill around the perimeter of the mansion. The fleshy mass continues to swell and ooze out of the windows and doors. The figures start and flee as, all at once, the house seems to come apart at the seams. The walls burst, forced outward by a relentless tide of flesh.

+++

Unheard by anyone else, the thing that once was Jerm moans in relief as he finally bursts free of the house. Everything is too small. He needs room. Unfettered by walls, he can continue to expand unabated. He has forgotten everything: his money, his name, how his face used to look. Everything except the sensation of growth. The feeling of his own unfathomable weight.

+++

Using a crane, they are able to remove the roof--the only thing that remains of the house--from atop the mountain of flesh. With a drone-mounted camera, they confirm that there is the vestige of a human face sunken into the top of the thing.

"Authorities believe, but are unable to confirm, that what we are looking at is Jeremy Scallon himself."

The thing resembles a massive organic dome, cleft fore and aft where it apparently has monstrous ass cheeks and the hemispheres of an obscenely vast belly. It is still growing, spreading upward and outward in all directions, threatening the neighboring mansions.

"While he appears to be alive, it remains unclear when or if Mr. Scallon will stop growing. No plans have yet been announced as to how the situation will be addressed if this…mass cannot be contained."

Jerm made his infernal pact in secret: in exchange for the successful sale of his company, he would gain one thousandth of a pound per dollar of the final price. When Jerm weighed himself this morning, the scale read 175 pounds. And so the thing will only stop growing when it finally weighs just about 3,000,175 pounds.

Of course no one has any idea, they cannot possibly know, exactly how big the thing will get. It cannot speak, and will never speak again. Viewers and bystanders, Jerm's buyers and colleagues and family, can only watch helplessly as it swells bigger, and bigger, and bigger.... +++

Down in the offices of Hell, the devil sighs as it adds the last bit of data to its quarterly report. "You'd think a computer guy would have been better at math."

#body expansion #body growth #extreme weight gain #weight gain fiction #xwg #moodmother #weight gain story

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popatochisssp · 7 months

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Aesthetics Ref - UFF Bros

Nickname: Carmine (UFF!Sans)

Height: 1” taller than you (OR 5’0”)

Eye-lights: Carmine red (#960018)

Magic Specialty: Red, yellow, orange

Scars/distinguishing marks: Gold tooth (left canine), light defensive scrapes and nicks on his forearms, two faint rings circling his cervical vertebrae, one deep pock-mark on the underside of his right humerus

Preferred Style: Urban casual, dresses equally for comfort as for a Look and aims somewhere in the vicinity of streetwise punk. He likes having a distinctive style going on, but not too distinct as to separate him out from a crowd, just a bit uniquely flavored. He prefers things loose and tries to layer, but he can never commit because of overheating issues, so outer layers tend to get shrugged half-off or removed entirely. Likes a lot of black and red and shiny gold.

Outerwear: Zippered hoodies, athletic/tracksuit jackets, often end up hanging at his elbows or thrown over his shoulder

Top: Tank tops and muscle shirts, a largely random assortment of graphic tees (band names, album art, product logos, locations, etc)

Bottom: Joggers, baggy pants, drawstring and track pants

Footwear: Sneakers (nothing special but well-cared for and quickly racking up use)

Trademark accessory/accessories: Gold chains, he’s got a few in rotation and isn’t shy to wear a few at once, but he usually has a little bling on at any given time, with a preference for interesting linking patterns (as long as they’re not right up against his neck)

Nickname: Tank (UFF!Papyrus)

Height: 2’4” taller than you (OR 7’3”)

Eye-lights: Cardinal Red (#C51E3A)

Magic Specialty: Red, white

Scars/distinguishing marks: None

Preferred Style: Varsity Boy Next Door, a built jock who has a soft spot for loud Valentine colors (red, white, pink). He mostly prefers simple minimalist designs, the occasional double-stripe hem or a color-block, but every so often he’ll be lured in by a pattern or a classic wide-striped red gingham (his weakness!). He keeps it basic (albeit bright) when he expects to be doing any dirty work, but when not, he likes to show off some of his nice things.

Outerwear: A varsity jacket or two for cold weather, though he hardly wears them

Top: Lots of t-shirts and long-sleeved muscle shirts, all on the tightly fitting side, and a handful of ribbed halter and polo-collar crop-tops for special occasions

Bottom: A good range of jeans from slim fit to relaxed fit, many with dirt/dust/paint stains or a few rips and tears from use (these often get patched either with plain blocks of fabric or an interesting design he found somewhere). Some cargo pants in a variety of colors too, and the odd athletic pant to help build an outfit

Footwear: Boots, largely work boots with steel toes, but some combat-style boots in a lot more styles and colors, usually with little to no heel—he really doesn’t need the height…

Trademark accessory/accessories: A sleek silver ring with a single large white stone, worn on either the index or middle finger of his right hand, or on a chain around his neck. In any case, it never leaves his person.

#undertale #for reference #sans #papyrus #underfell fruition #uff!sans #uff!papyrus #headcanons

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seoforsnitch · 1 month

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#men's shorts #casual button-up shirts #classic denim #lightweight chinos #Linen trousers #pants #short-sleeve button-down shirts #slim-fit joggers #trousers

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lizzisimss · 1 year

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The Keen Family - Dexter

Body: nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, Pralinesims - UltimateEyebrowCollection_MaxisMatch, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, PS - Eyes_N157

Accessories: AdrienPastel x Jan2022_BabylonWatch

Everyday: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Henry Neck Shirt, serenity_DarkAcademiaCollection (trousers), serenity_am_StreetBoots

Formal: simstrouble_UnisexHair_Pedro, [RIMINGS] Check Jacket & Basic T-Shirt, [WS] Winter Wear Stuff - Corduroy Pants, [Jius]LeatherLoafers02-Male

Sports: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, NitroPanic_Tees and sweatpants, [Mochizen CC] - Everyday Sneakers Male Vers, NucrestsyuHatSeamlessCapRegular

Sleep: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, AdrienPastel x 2022RupertRobe, AdrienPastel x 2022CarterAccT-Shirt, [WS] Menswear Fashion Pack - Slim Fit Jogger Pants

Party: okruee-hugh-hair-no-strands, [RIMINGS] Fjallraven Sweat shirt, CLUMSYALIEN [PETE JEANS], [Jius]ChukkaBoots01-Male

Swimwear: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, [AxA]-MattTrucks_Solids, [Jius]LeatherFlipFlop01-Male

Warm Weather: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, RUSTY-200504_Linen Shirt for M V2 (Pattrern), serenity_am_MarcioShorts, deelitefulsimmer_mmsims - af_basic_slip-ons

Cold Weather: AdrienPastel x RyanHairstyle, NucrestsymTopUrbaneTrenchCoatDenim, [Jius]WaterproofBoot01-Male

#lizzisimss #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims cc #cc #sims 4 custom content #sims custom content #custom content #sims 4 cc list #sims cc list #cc list #sims 4 cc finds #sims cc finds #cc finds #sims 4 cc links #sims cc links #cc links

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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Hi T 🤗 I hope you're doing exceptionally well today. I'd like to participate in your Milestone 5.0 KNY drabble event pls. 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽 I think you already know which character I'm choosing 😏

Let's make it sfw, and can it be number 7 on your prompts list pls? Tysm and have a fantastic rest of your day. 😁😇✨️🫶🏽

MILESTONE 5.0

Hii !! ☺️ I'm doing alright — lazy Sunday after outdoor rock climbing for most of Saturday. 🧗🏻‍♀️☀️

... sooo your drabble turned into a one shot. 😅 I actually used my unfinished + unpublished draft of "wildflower" (from my OG MILESTONE 5.0 event) for its beginning, and it evolved from there. 🤪

ANYWHO- Ty for participating !! I hope your weekend was restful, and that your upcoming week goes smoothly. 💙

I said meet me downtown at the dive bar, you’re the only one that makes me feel alive. — Kill My Time

CW: mild sexual content

Giyuu stands, eyes darting—the entrance to your favorite bar a few long strides away—tying and untying his hair. Literally why? strands sticking damply to his neck Could you just, I don’t know, cooperate?! checking his watch 10:28pm Two more minutes to get this shit right retying his hair I guess sixth time’s the charm? as it finally settles gracefully down his back. Well. He hopes it’s graceful, willing himself to not look at his reflection as he passes the bar’s floor to ceiling windows, his pristine, white sneakers contrasting starkly with the grey muddle of pavement. I don’t have time to try again.

Inhale.

Rolling up and down the sleeves of his aegean hoodie, cotton feeling tighter than usual.

Exhale.

Smoothing the pockets of his slim heather joggers, wishing he’d worn nicer pants.

He knows to pull, not push, the heavy wooden door—he’s made that mistake one too many times—pausing awkwardly at the hostess booth. A cursory glance at the sea of dimly lit tables tells him you haven’t arrived yet, your typical spot unclaimed and unassuming, which means you’re probably-

“On time as always,” an amused voice climbs onto his shoulder, light and assured, goosebumps raising on his forearms.

He grunts. Turns. Does his best to swallow the abrupt coughing fit threatening to overcome him; to stop his eyes from widening in pleasant surprise; to restrain himself from wrapping his arms around you in a too comfortable embrace.

You look, “You hate when I’m late,” beautiful.

Your lips curve gently—Hi—familiar gesture loosening the anxious knot coiling in his gut.

“Because it’s rude,” you snort, “Time is money.”

Time is priceless he inwardly corrects you, mesmerized by how coolly your stare grazes his lungs: by how you look so different, yet still so you. The shade and tangle of your hair, the depth of your eyes, how your skin crinkles and glows. You seem like the you he remembers. You also seem like an entirely new you. Older, wiser, tired; haunting, brilliant, stern. His hands shove self consciously into his pockets, fixated on how effortless and well dressed you are, anxious knot recoiling. If there’s anyone who knows how costly time can be—It’s me—Giyuu realizes.

“You know we can just seat ourselves,” you remark, already walking toward an empty high table—your empty high table—nestled beneath a sepia toned wall scone.

He wonders if you call ahead to make sure it’s available before you arrive; wonders if you know he’d call ahead for you; if you know about the fragments of his heart ingrained in the wooden finish; if you ever admire them, let alone notice them, glinting under the shadow of your oblivion.

Following your lead, he sits tentative and tense, unable to meet the curiosity in your gaze, warm and guarded across from him.

“So what happened?” you tease slowly, fingertips drumming faintly, tabletop sticky with the residue of earlier encounters, “You missed me?”

Some things never change his eyelashes flicker heavily Straightforward entranced by the delicate rhythm of your knuckles Painfully so.

“You’re lucky I felt like going out tonight,” you muse, sharpening, “I was about to brush my teeth,” holding his breath as you drawl, “But how could I ignore you sliding into my DMs?”

“I didn’t know how else to reach you,” he offers weakly.

“I didn’t want to be reached,” by you.

He blinks, treading carefully, “Then why did you reply?”

“Because I felt like going out, but all my friends,” my partner, “Were busy.”

All my friends. Your retort stings, the feeling that you’re hiding something vital not escaping his notice either. Another reminder of time: of time he’d squandered before he could fully comprehend the degree to which you’d etched yourself into his lungs — every breath a placeholder for the lingering heat of your mouth upon his.

“I fucked up.”

You scowl, “You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re here,” he snaps, lips thin with regret.

You flinch, wispy sliver of brightness fading from your stare. He knows you, from the touch of your palm to the twitch in your jaw; the weight of your hatred as you flit in, out, and in. His life. Your revolving door. Constant. As see through as it is unbearable.

“I’ll go,” you hiss, barstool scraping angrily as you move suddenly, “This was a waste of my time.”

He isn’t clueless. He can read between your lines—You are a waste of my time—ringing clear and bitter, inhibition surrendered when it dawns on him: If I let them slip away, then not even fate itself will be able to tie us together anymore.

“You’re the only one that makes me feel alive.”

The velvet drag of your tongue behind his ear, how you’d hold him after loving him, kisses dappled feathery soft from his closed eyelids to the tendons of his wrists. Sometimes, the sheets tangled twice. Occasionally, thrice. And rarely, he got to watch the sun rise upon the angles of your face, sleep claiming the remaining threads of your attention.

“And how about me?” you scoff, “Who makes me feel alive?”

Once upon a time, Giyuu would’ve said I do, so certain of the way you’d cup his cheeks, his nose scrunched while your laughter caressed his flushed expression. Once upon a time, he would’ve said You? Why, you’re everything to me. And that would’ve been enough. Once upon a time, too much time ago, he didn’t just know you — he’d known how to nurture you. How to love you.

“Somebody else,” he guesses quietly.

“Somebody else,” you repeat firmly, tossing him a pitying glance before walking toward the exit, words uttered too low for him to hear, “But I wish it had been you.”

—

It barely registers as Giyuu looks away, the cold press of finality, engraved into his soul by your conquest — the snipping of red thread.

#milestone event #5.0 #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #water hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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