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sunfyresrider · 11 months

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𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕

Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The story of how you accidentally became fuck buddies with your best friend... who is a werewolf. Tags: Omegaverse, slick, ruts, knots all that stuff. VV minor manipulation, stressed out best friend, begging, cursing, short story mainly smut Author’s Note: This is my first time writing like this so pls be gentle w me. Inspired by a post my queen made a while ago @lovelykhaleesiii Not my best work but it's a filler while I update some other wips and series.

8:30 pm

Aegon was going to be late as usual. In the long years of friendship, you had with him he was never on-time to anything, although neither were you. You sunk into the couch and scrolled through your phone, searching for something to pass the time. At the very worst he would be an hour late, at the best he would be here soon.

9:30 pm

Tiktok was quickly becoming uninteresting and so was any discourse on Twitter you tried to read. The clock ticked on, and Aegon was nowhere to be seen. Your patience was wearing thin, and you couldn't help but wonder what could have possibly caused such a delay. Did something happen to him? Should you reach out to check if he was okay?

10:30 pm

The minutes turned into hours, and fatigue began to set in. Sitting on the couch, your mind drifted to various scenarios, from Aegon getting caught up in an unexpected event to simply forgetting about your plans. Regardless, his disappearance was unusual, even for him. Normally, he would have texted you with an excuse or promised to hang another there.

11:00 pm

As the night grew darker, your concern transformed into frustration. You considered calling or texting Aegon, but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or needy. You were proud, far too proud to let him know he was stressing you the fuck out. Still, you couldn't shake off the worry that something might have gone wrong. You stalked all of his socials, inactive. You tried to check his location, but he turned it off, bastard. You messaged Aemond who politely left you on read, as always.

By now you should accept the fact he’s ghosting you… After years of friendship, it ends like this. What a load of fucking bullshit, a game only Aegon would play. You’re overthinking, maybe he really was hurt or drunk or lost. Too many possibilities raced through your head as you were getting dressed.

12:00 pm

Your anxious nature took over as you stepped into his ancient apartment building made of old brick. In the past he’d been known for going on all types of benders. Even though he had been sober for quite some time it did not quell the thought he may have relapsed. Your worst fears grew more prominent each step you took towards his door. What if he was dead? What if he was missing? What if he really was just ghosting you to fuck another female? All of the above were causing your heart to race and stomach churn.

Bang bang bang

“Aegon! Are you in here?!” you shouted from outside the door, digging into your purse for the spare key. “Aeg! If you don’t answer i'm coming in!” From outside you could hear the sounds of… something inside. You weren’t sure if it was a groan or a moan but neither boded well for you. ‘Fuck it,’ you thought to yourself as you jammed your key into the door. The inside was the same, plain and simple. The black couch still sat in front of the flat screen and the kitchen by the door was completely untouched. As you stalked further inside the small whimpers from his bedroom became more and more clear. He was alive, but he must be with someone else. That almost hurt worse. Even if you were just friends, it was painfully obvious how much you fancied him. You were practically fuming, who the fuck was he with now? Your steps turned into long strides as you neared his door, slamming it open with one hand.

“What the fu-” The scene before you sucked all of the air out of your body. He was alive and… “This isn’t what it looks like!” He jumped, falling off the bed with only a sheet covering him. You were stunned, shocked, confused, and utterly dumbfounded. There he was humping a pillow wi- with a tail? “What the fuck—” you drawled out your words trying to comprehend the situation at hand. There Aegon was, as bare as a baby, with a fluffy tail and ears…

“I can explain, just- just-” Aegon paused to sniff the air, for the first time he noticed your scent. The pheromones you were releasing immediately threatened to drive him crazy. His rut was horrible this year, reaching the worst today. He took to fucking a pillow and was crying trying to ease the pain… You had no idea how much worse you had made it for him by walking inside. Had you been in heat this entire time and it took a transformation for him to notice your sweet smell? It was intoxicating, mind dumbing and exhilarating all at once. His thoughts became a flurry of all the things he wanted with you. Aegon wanted to ravage you, devour you whole and claim you as his mate. Did you even know you were in heat?

He stood up, with the sheet poorly covering his erection. His eyes were blurry with tears and his lips formed into a permanent pout. “I need you- I need your help, just please don’t run.” Your eyes drifted down to his bulge; it isn't wrong you were only human after all! “H-how can I help?” There are no words in any language to describe what you were feeling. You were shocked, scared, turned on, and in awe of the tail wagging behind him. Never in any lifetime did you expect the term “human golden retriever” to become a reality. “It hurts- so so bad.” He whined making slow moves towards you so as to not startle you.

This was odd, he was odd, you were having a fucking fever dream or something. You pointed a finger at his crotch, eyeing him up and down. He nodded his head vigorously and you swore his ears perked up. I can’t fix it without your help.” Was he drooling or was that the tears still falling from his eyes… “w-why?” His voice cracked, “Its- Its a wolf thing.” Ah, he was a werewolf not a dog. He took a step forward and you circled around him, back facing the bed. You weren’t scared, just overwhelmingly confused. Of course, you always wanted him, always thought of him begging but not like this…

Your breath was sucked out of you once more as he fell to his knees, hand gripping at your sides. He stared up at you with the worst case of puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’ve always wanted you- I’ve always needed you, but I-I was so scared. P-please! Let me prove it to you.” A bit manipulative, but what else could he do? His cock was throbbing, and you were the most beautiful prey he had ever laid eyes upon. “I… ok, I’ll help.”

His eyes turned primal, making you automatically realize there was an error in your decision. Aegon, acting purely on instinct, pounced on you. His weight pushing you fully onto the bed, squirming beneath him as his lips devoured yours. A guttural growl escaping his throat as he grinded himself against your clothed cunt.

Aegon's fingers dug into your thighs as he pulled them apart. His tongue lapped hungrily at your neck, making you shudder as goosebumps erupted across your skin. A moan escaped your lips as his hands moved to rip off your clothes. Of course, he couldn’t just remove them normally. With two quick tears they were gone along with your bra and panties leaving you completely naked under his gaze. Superhuman strength, that’ll take some getting used to.

The feel of his hot breath sent shivers through your body as he moved downwards. He was panting, inhaling the sweet scent of your slick. Aegon needed to taste it, to feel it cover his tongue. His fingers trailed over your cunt before pressing firmly into your slit, causing you to arch upwards. Oh god, were you this wet from him crying?

You felt the tip of his tongue press against your clit. At first it was just a taste, to test if you were as sweet as you smelled. It was better, so much better than anyone could imagine. His mouth pressed firmly against you, Aegon’s tongue mercilessly lapping at your pussy. The way he devouring you drove you insane, sending shocks shooting throughout your entire being.

He began to lap faster at your sensitive flesh, desperate to swallow you whole. He behaved like a man starved and this was his last steak. He didn’t care about anything else; all he cared for was satisfying his hunger. His claws pricked your ass cheeks as he knelt between your legs, forcing you open wider. His tongue dipped into your hole causing your legs to shiver.

"Ahh!" You cried out, buckling as waves of pleasure shot through your core. Your cunt began tightening around nothing as his tongue moved to do circles around your clit. The vibrations of his low growls sending a new pleasure throughout you.

He pulled back, his face glistening with your slick. Aegon licked his lips lazily, as he stared down at you. "Baby," he purred, baring his fangs you did not know existed. "I’m gonna claim you." His words made you blush, wait how was he gonna?

He quickly shoved his lips onto your own, sucking every word out of your mouth. His teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he thrusted his hips forwards, grinding against your slick. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he prodded at your entrance.

Aegon let go of your face snaking his hands down to your waist… Without notice, he flipped you onto your stomach causing you to yelp. Before you knew it, he was straddling you, one knee on either side of your body. His erection rubbed against the crease between your ass cheeks as he held himself above you.

You looked up at him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. He stared at you for confirmation, even in wolf form consent mattered. You nodded, unable to speak. Aegon gave you a feral grin before shoving himself inside you.

"Oh fuck!" You moaned loudly as he pushed deeper, stretching you wide. This wasn't going to be easy. But then again, neither were any of the things Aegon did. He began thrusting harshly, giving you no time to adjust. Each deep push forced another scream to escape your lips until he dropped his full weight on you, pulling your face up by your hair.

Aegon’s head dipped into the crook of your neck, near your collarbone and he fucking bit you. From this point on, you were claimed, forever and always his omega. His movements became rougher as he neared his finish. It felt as if his cock was growing inside you.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, as you whimpered and moaned different curses. Your body acting without you as it tightened around him. As if your very essence wanted to give him what he desired most. Allowing him to fill you up and make you his.

"A-A-Aegon!" You screamed out as you came. Your muscles clenching around his shaft. He growled, a real growl this time as his cock began to form a knot, securing himself deep inside you. His arms wrapped unbearably tight around you, squeezing your breasts roughly while he slammed hard into you, burying his cock fully within your womb. Your cunt tightened around his knot as his seed spilled out inside of you.

You landed in unison, slowly he eased his grip on you so you could sink into the bed. “A-Aegon are you going to move?” You were absolutely clueless as to why you were still stuffed to the brim. His cock must have grown which goes against human biology but apparently so did his very existence.

He peppered kisses along your shoulder as he moved to pull you into a spooning position. “We’re gonna be stuck like this for a while.”

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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I wrote this like a week back, when I had the motivation to write

I'll crack down on some reqs after Christmas <3 + I may be a little more inactive on here for awhile, I've been busy and frankly very tired.

Much love <3 and feel free to participate in either of my Events,, both are still up and running.

Standing in the door way, you sighed. Watching Judith and Rick curled up on the couch, who knew how long sleep had overcome them.

You pulled a blanket from the nearby closet, sliding it carefully over the two— truth be told wondering how they'd managed to fall asleep in the cold like this in the first place.

You heard the patting of steps coming from the stairs, though disregarded it as creaks in the home. It spoke rather often, squeaking here and there as if intentional.

However, as you turned to leave— after tucking the two in, you found Carl stood in the doorway. He just stared at you for a moment, adjusting to the idea of you living with them.

You'd moved in a while back, after being kicked from your solo home due to crowding issues. You were glad to move in, really, the home made life less lonely, more liveable.

Though you got along well with most of the Grimes— playing with Judith, working with Rick, even learning sword tricks with Michonne, Carl and you rarely talked.

You had a mutual agreement, though silent, that you'd keep your distance. The two of you saw hope for the future in each other, in one way it was close to love, though you'd never admit it.

"Sorry— you can have the room. I was just heading out anyway." You told him, in a hushed voice, careful not to wake the sleeping Grimes behind you.

He looked at you, it was still dark out, time for sleeping by all means.

"Where are you going? It's late."

"I've uh— got a spot a little ways out. Perfect for when I can't sleep."

"When you can't sleep..?" He asked, seeming to ponder on another thought, "What.. is it."

"Nothing special. It's a cleared home just outside the walls, has some cool stuff." You paused, "But from the roof you can see the stars really well. You're welcome to join if you want?—

— we can stay on opposite sides.. its plenty big."

"Okay." He agreed, though wincing at the idea of ruining your safe space. on opposite sides. That was the first time the agreement was ever voiced.

Upon arriving at the old home, you took it all in once more. It had high gates, well kept— stretching eight feet in the air. There was a strong padlock pressing the gate shut, one you'd added for security.

"How long have you known about this.." His eyes glanced around, noticing small details like you owning the key to the lock, or the way certain windows were pressed open to get the best circulation.

"Long enough to protect it." You guaranteed, locking the padlock back— once the two of you had already crossed the threshold in the gate.

You led him into the house, it was rather clean— evident you'd purposely kept it that way. You stopped in the hallway, looking at him.

"You can have free reign in here, I'll stay up on the roof." You whispered, extending the keys for him to take, "I trust you won't leave me."

He stared at the keys in his open palm as you exited up the stairs.

Carl looked around, his eyes landing on a picture of you and your family— who he presumed was your family anyhow. Had you lived here?

He shrugged off the idea, enjoying the look of happiness you presented. He'd never truly seen that in you, not in the time he'd known you anyway.

He walked further into the house, exploring the CDs laid out on the livingroom floor, before moving to the kitchen. The table was littered with pictures of people, some he knew, others he didn't.

They were of you with people, most taken after the rise of the Walkers. There was an odd happiness to you— in all pictures you'd seemed to try your hardest to look happy.

His eyes stopped when they landed on a picture of you and him, one he had no idea you'd kept. He remembered the day it was taken, Glenn had insisted on getting a picture of the two of you—

— he'd told you privately that you two'd make great friends, and he wanted Carl to branch out. You'd both agreed due to the silliness Glenn presented with the idea. He'd been so excited you couldn't reject.

And after it was taken, your silent agreement begun. You'd both stared at the picture so long Glenn thought he'd taken it 'wrong'. That was when it occurred to you both that you'd make more than good friends.

He shook his head, picking up the photo and looking at it. Flipping it over, his fingers glided over the back, which read 'Carl & Y/n' simply.

He could tell there had been more written on the back, though it was shakily erased. As if it had been something you couldn't convince yourself of.

His eyes soon caught a picture of you with everyone— Michonne, Rick, himself, and Judith. Right before you'd moved in, when they'd taken you in.

You seemed happy in this picture, he could tell that much. It made his heart flutter, though he wish it wouldn't, how happy his family made you. How happy you made them.

How happy you made him.

He put the photos down, a pit formed in him as he put certain pieces together— how many people never showed in new pictures, people he could tell hadn't made it.

The photos all showed a progression of happiness, newer photos wouldn't even feature a smile from you. He wished he could say his life had gone differently, but it hadn't.

He dropped the picture he was holding, when he saw you stood beside him, looking over his shoulder at the photos. You weren't mad, you didn't look mad, you looked.. sad.

He looked at you, analyzing the look on your face— he decided he never wanted to see you like this again. A part of him decided that this, agreement, it had to be over.

You reached over him, picking up the same photo of you and him— the one Glenn took. Clearing your throat, before breaking the silence.

"I'm really glad he took this, even if we're not close." You promised, "I used to think about what he said— he told me that we reminded him of Maggie and him."

"We act like we hate eachother in front of others, but one of us is always after the other in some way. That's what he said about us."

"He said that?"

"Yeah. I never really told you— considering the whole distance thing." You paused, looking at him, before reaching out and grabbing another photo.

"I don't even know why we took this one." The picture was a picture of you and Beth at the very beginning, goofing off, "But I'm glad we did. There was so much to her that she didn't get the chance to show."

He looked at you as you reminisced. "And this one, Tyrese told me to keep it forever, that I had to hold on to it because if either of us died it wouldn't be me."

You paused as you looked at it, "He was right." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "You think you'd lose humanity with how the world is now. I think I've only gained more."

"That's a good thing." He told you, taking the picture from you, and setting it back down. He stood up— pulling you into a hug.

"You keep them alive, Y/n. Half the shit they did for Judith would've been completely forgotten if you didn't tell her." He whispered, remembering everytime he'd hear you sharing their stories with her— with anyone that'd listen really.

"They deserve that much." You smiled at him, finally giving into the hug, "Thank you. I missed this."

"Missed what?"

"You."

He did a double take, stiffening in the hug as you continued.

"We used to be this close. When we were younger— before everything got complicated."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You're here now, so am I." You paused, wrapping your arms tighter around him.

"I want to be like Glenn and Maggie. I just didn't think you.. I didn't think you'd want that."

"Are you asking me out?"

"Maybe."

"Yes. My answer is yes."

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prideofcelestia · 2 years

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❝ when he learns that he’s your favourite character in obey me (self-aware au) ❞

« characters - leviathan, satan, barbatos »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

belphegor, simeon

You are surprised when all the characters of the game appear on the screen together and greet you sweetly.

“Welcome, master.” A voice that doesn’t resemble any of theirs speaks, “May I know who your favourite is so that he can greet you today?”

It may seem difficult to choose only one but when the voice insists that you must decide, you finally come to a conclusion and name one of them.

LEVIATHAN

“W-W-What do you m-m-mean that I am your favourite? You are kidding, right?!”

His furiously blushing face is hidden behind the back of his hand as he struggles to regain his nonexistent composure. Seeing him that way calms your heart so you inch closer to your screen and poke his cheek.

“Aww, Leviachan doesn’t believe his normie best friend? That’s sad! The Lord of Shadow would definitely believe his Henry!”

“W’aaaaahhhh. Leviathan takes 9000 damage-! I-I-It’s cheating to bring TSL into this! You know I’ll just s-swoon over you even more than I usually do! My heart isn’t ready for that. A-A-Also, I see you as more than my best friend. You’ve unlocked a new level of Henry rankings in my heart-!”

When he visibly jumps back after that, you raise an eyebrow and focus on him. That’s surely new.

“D-D-Don’t look at me with that cute look! Ugh, anime eyes could never compare! Leviathan will take leave for all of eternity. Thank you very much!!”

With that, he disappears from the screen in one swift movement.

You blink. Floating icons and no character to welcome you. Interesting.

“What the… That has never happened before. Hmm… Maybe I should uninstall the app.”

Your plan is to install it back at once but the characters fear that you’ll vanish on them so they take matters into their own hands. The moment you utter the forbidden word (‘uninstall’), Leviathan is thrown back into view from the corner of the screen.

“Aaaaaahhhh-! Be gentle with my inactive, hermit body, won’t you?! And you all are supposed to be my brothers?!?! You guys make me want to sleep with a knife and the spell to summon Lotan for safety purposes!! I’ll never trust you guys with my game codes!”

The last bit makes you laugh out loud. Your gaze meets his and he gulps while playing with the fabric of his clothes nervously. Even though you don’t understand the situation, you’re enjoying watching it unfold.

You say teasingly, “Would you trust me with your precious game codes, Leviachan~”

He never knew he needed to hear that until this moment. Forming fists with his hands, he holds his head high and yells, “Of course I will, Henry! I WILL TRUST YOU WITH MY GAME CODES A-AND MY F-F-FIGURINES TOO-! Just don't ask for it...”

SATAN

It warms his heart and entire being to know that you chose him.

With an alert look in his eyes that you have never seen before, he smiles and greets you with grace.

“Welcome [Name]. I thought I needed to play pranks to get your attention but I've been proven wrong. It makes me happy to see you here today. How have you been lately...? Do you want to talk about it?”

The words do not reveal that he's aware of you so it evades your notice that it’s the first time you’re hearing that variation of dialogue. Why should he play all his cards from the very beginning? He wants to observe and understand why you chose him before revealing his secrets.

His lines are a mixture of humor and concern so you sigh and answer sheepishly. “I’ve not been feeling the best lately. Everything feels overwhelming so I need a break mentally. My emotions are all over the place… At least I can play Obey Me! to blow off some steam.”

Satan searches your face before he speaks with a slight tremble in his voice:

“Are you allergic to cats?”

Depending on your answer, he may suggest you to go and boop the nose of a furry companion to feel better. Despite his love for cats, he doesn't want you to be in the presence of one if it'll harm you. You're the most important person to him so your comfort is his priority.

When you’re busy with your work, he sometimes opens the web browser on your device and searches for novels that are popular in your world. Some tales have really stuck with him. In every story, he pictures the protagonist to be you and the love interest as him. With that in mind, he’ll narrate to you in a way that you can have the purrfect image too! His soothing voice and polished reading skills are at your service whenever you want it. Close your eyes and get prepared to be transported into a world of adventure and romance with Satan.

He’s yours — heart, body, soul and partnership of furry babies, if you want.

When you stare at him wide eyed, he smiles innocently. “Do you not like my idea? I have other plans too in case this displeases you.”

He’ll remind you daily why you made the correct decision by choosing him as your favourite.

BARBATOS

“Just when I thought I wouldn’t see you again, you appeared…. master. I was about to go back into the kitchen and cut onions to excuse my tears. But there is no need for that anymore.”

The line seems new so you stare at him and chuckle a little. The delivery is made with a straight face but his teasing tone doesn't escape you.

“Barbatos, you can be really cute haha.”

Curiously, he reacts to that by frowning.

“I do not think ‘cute’ fits me.”

The reply sounds like he heard you speak just now so you wear a bewildered expression on your face and stare at him skeptically. Had the writers anticipated your reaction to an extent that they prepared the perfect reply in advance? That's... impossible. Different people will surely react differently to his dialogue.

“Hmmm…. Why are you staring at me like that, master? Did I surprise you excessively? But that must partly be the reason you chose me as your favourite.”

He laughs softly.

If you blink at him, he answers your question with a small smile.

“The ‘cute’ one in this situation is you. If you look all confused, I can’t help but want to be by your side and take care of you while teasing you mercilessly. Needless to say, I know all about your preferences by hearing you speak from the other side of the screen. If you do not object, I would like to ask you some questions.”

From the other side of the screen...

That’s when it hits you.

“Barbatos, you can… see me?”

Sharp eyes focus on you. “Why, yes master. One may say that my eyes have always lingered on you.”

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transholmes · 9 months

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A Quiet Evening

I wrote a short something. Guess it works for original canon too, but I wrote it with Brett and Hardwicke in mind.

Also on Ao3.

Our rooms at Baker Street were silent apart from the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth and the constant beating of the against the windowpane. There had been a thunderstorm earlier but though the thunder had moved past the rain had not abated. It was late and between the hour and the weather, even the street outside was silent.

I sat on the sofa by the fireplace, staring into the dancing flames. I had been reading but found the text did not compel me tonight, the high seas and its adventures held no interest. Instead, I found myself engaged in a half-dreaming reverie, recalling those I had had of my own through the years, of the long and winding path I had walked alongside my friend and companion.

My gaze slipped from the fire to Holmes’s back where he sat at his work table, bent over his microscope. I lingered at the sight of his lean back, the way his black hair shone in the low light. He was wearing his old, mouse-grey dressing gown. I knew how soft that fabric was beneath my hands. How he would sigh when I kissed the nape of his neck when he was in the mood.

He was stabler now than when we were younger. Though his dark moods had not disappeared, they happened with less frequency even at times like this when there was a longer stretch of inactivity. And he was less prone to seeking solace or escape in narcotics, much to my unending delight.

“I’m fine, Watson,” he said, without turning his head.

“Reading my thoughts again, Holmes?” I asked, with no real surprise.

I was accustomed to his ability to pierce my thoughts and it had been years since it had made me uncomfortable. There were no longer any secrets between us, we knew the worst parts of each other. And the best.

He turned in his seat to face me, one arm hooked around the back of the chair.

“Shall I walk you through the steps?” he asked, his lips curling into a smile.

“I would much rather you joined me here,” I said suddenly feeling that he was too far away, even if he sat only a few feet away.

He rose with familiar elegance and crossed to my side, perching himself on the armrest of the sofa.

I laughed at his antics and padded the seat next to me.

With a grin, he moved.

“What do you wish?” he asked.

I shifted in my seat and put my hands at his waist, the novel I had half forgotten about falling to the floor with a thud. Neither Holmes nor I paid it any mind.

I felt the warmth radiating off him, the lithe muscles beneath the fabric, and my fingertips brushed against the bottom edge of the whalebone corset he used to flatten his breasts.

“May I?” I asked, leaning forward.

“You may,” he answered.

I pressed my lips to his. They were dry and slightly chapped but warm like all of him. His hand came up to rest on my shoulder, and I felt his fingers draw lazy, restless patterns.

He did not deepen the kiss and neither did I, content with tasting his lips. When I pulled back there was a slight blush on his pale cheeks and a warm smile creased his lips.

“Was this what you were after?” he asked.

“Among other things.”

“What else can I give you tonight?”

“Would you play for me?”

“You have but ask.”

He rose and retrieved his violin.

“What is your request?”

I thought for a moment.

“You pick. Something that suits your mood,” I said.

“My mood? Very well,” he said as he tugged the instrument under his chin.

He closed his eyes, put the bow to the strings, and began to play. I didn’t recognize the tune, it might have been one of his own, but it was soft with a light, almost merry note to it.

I leaned back in my seat and stretched out my legs, my eyes sliding half shut as I listened to him play, the gentle notes mixing with the crackle of the fire and the patter of the rain.

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dreamii-yume · 1 year

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Hello! ♥︎

I am BACK with another underrated Japanese Yandere Audio Drama ASMR recommendation for y’all~! Because this is all I’ve been doing in my spare time, I have no goddamn excuses on why I haven’t been posting much 🤡 This, my friends, is the reason why I’m so damn inactive these days lol BUT HEY—Please don’t go 🥺 This one is a real fucking gem, Darlings—I don’t understand why it has so little views on Youtube because it has everything I wanted in my hornii. There’s the plot, the smut (It’s not very explicit as to a full-on fucking, because Youtube—Just a few lewd lip sounds, that’s all 🫣 But that’s all I needed to get the neurons working) and there’s kinda some angst in there(?)

Anyway, it’s an hour-long! 🧎‍♀️ I was so happy after I was done listening to it and kinda speechless ngl ☠️ I dug hard for this gem and I’m not about to gatekeep anyone from finding it and sharing the experience (dont ask how i stumbled upon this one though, you dont wanna know how much ive been scrolling on youtube to find this, my friends 🧎‍♀️)

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It’s a Yandere Audio Drama that is simply titled “Nya-chan” 🫣 Ominously adorable title, but it’ll make sense as you listened to it. As always, it doesn’t have an english translation as of now which is extremely unfortunate because I think a lot of people would’ve appreciated this more if it does—BUT THAT’S WHY IM HERE EVERYONE 👀👋

So, if you don’t mind—Allow me to spoil you all with what happened with a “brief” summary of it all ♥︎ (EDIT : THIS IS A LIE IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR TWO HOURS) BUT I STILL WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO THIS ART PERSONALLY, the voice actor really did a great job with it 😭 check them out, seriously.

Warning : Implied Non-Con | Implied Dub-Con | Implied Stockholm Syndrome | NTR

Kinda got way too into “translating”/“explaining” this one scene by scene so—It’s very chaotic, so that might get annoying so just a heads up lol

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The story starts off with You (The listener UwU) meeting your fiance’s little brother for the first time and because you want to be a good future Sister-in-Law, you wanted to spend time and bond with him by partaking in his hobbies. He’s an engineer of some kind, and it seems like he’s a talented cook as well because when he found out that you’re hungry, he made you some pasta 🧎‍♀️You praised him, but he says you’re overreacting cause it’s just pasta lol he’s clearly embarrassed—He sounded like wanted to say something else (Probably wanting to cook more for you if you want ✨👀👉👈) but his brother comes in and interrupted him.

Under his breath, he says “Why does he have to be here of all times” which makes me think that this may not be the first time he knew of us…Or he just—y’know got attached that quick. (It really wasn’t specified 😭 or I might’ve just missed it somewhere 🤡) But ANYWAY, THE NEXT DAY—

You both met again, and he’s surprised that see you and where you work at because it’s close to his (?) You pointed out his office clothes, and he thought you were making fun of him, but was pleasantly surprised to hear you say that he looks good in it and he thanks you for it. Flustered, he changes the subject and ask where your fiance may be because he couldn’t get hold of him lately—It seems like he’s working overtime and he feels kinda bad that you’re going to eat dinner alone, so he sighs and invites you over to his place so he can make you something. He’s a real tsundere at this point of the audio drama, which was very cute lol But he seems like he has a soft-spot for you, because once he saw how you really look like you want to try his cooking again, he caved in quick lmao

At his home, he sarcastically praises your appetite and was impressed by the fact that you’re able to act so close woth him, despite only meeting for the few times lmao we have no shame. Your only reason was because you see him as you’re own younger brother too, and he only hums and scolds you more lol Even though he sounds like he’s all annoyed with you, he still encourages you to still eat more and stop complaining ☠️ He says he can guarantee the taste but plating is not his strongest forte lol

Then, he suddenly asks if you’re gonna contact your fiance anytime soon about this and it seems like you didn’t plan to do that—In which he scolds you again and say that you should, because he (your fiance) might think it’s weird. Again, you told him it’s fine because you’re only hanging out with him like how a big sister would with her younger brother…Here, we can hear that hint of disappointment in his voice as he whispers to himself, “…So you don’t see me as a man then.”

Of course, you didn’t quite hear what he says and asks if he can repeat that, but he says it’s nothing and went back to pressure you to continue eating because the food is getting cold.

After a while, you finally finished eating and he praises you for it…Also teasing you for looking so happy about it too along the way. He scolds you about learning how to cook for yourself sometimes, because you sound like you know what good food tastes like lol You told him that—Yeah, maybe from now on, in which he commented that you sound like someone prolonging their diet for tomorrow ☠️ and that’s the kind of person who usually don’t succeed on what they planned ☠️ someone calm this man down jesus christ, i did not to be called out like that ☠️ You asked him if he could teach you instead, but he refuses because he said he was self-taught and can’t teach for shit, so he tells you to learn it by yourself. Damn bro.

Then, this is where he shifts the conversation towards you instead—He asks where you and his brother met, in which you replied with the Cat Café he often visits and Yandere-kun doesn’t seem surprised lol His brother often invites him there, but he always refuses because he’s not good with crowds—Though he likes cats…AGAIN WITH THE WHISPERING he says “…If only I went with him at that time.” “Maybe I could’ve met you earlier than him.” BOI 👏

You asked him what he’s whispering about, and he denies saying anything like he always does and asked you to continue your love story with his brother. It seems like you met his brother when he was at his clumsiest, accidentally scaring a cat, and the cat made a mess, so you got angry with him. Because of that, you both met a second time for him to help you clean up, and things escalated from there—

Idk, Yandere-kun keeps saying wow that sounds like something out a manga—All sounds like he’s impressed and shit but I have a feeling that he’s so annoyed somehow lmao He sounds dead inside ☠️ He says something about it all probably being a “miracle of love” lmao He sounds so insulting about it 🧎‍♀️

He asks why you fell in love with his brother, like what’s so good about him? And you answered “The way he seems so silly, but is actually very reliable” or something—and somehow, he knew and understood that it had to be that reason too because he, too, knew what his brother’s strongest point is…Though, he didn’t know that girls likes those kinds of men too. He proceeds to slander you for having simple tastes ☠️ lmao

The conversation then starts to shift towards himself as he slowly begins to reveal how he feels inferior compared to him—Since his brother seems to have everything, while he’s just there on the shadows. You took notice of this and assured him that, at the very least, he’s still very kind. He’s flustered, embarrassed, scratches his head as he appreciates you for saying that.

…But HOO BOI THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING—You then asked something about him, wondering if he, too, has someone he likes romantically. He was surprised to hear that actually, hesitates, but turns serious and says, “Yes…Yes, I do have one.”

“She’s very bright, kind, and a handful. She’s older than me, but so unreliable that I just can’t leave her alone.” He sounds incredibly embarrassed. “She eats the food I make with a big smile on her face…and it makes me really happy.”

But he suddenly sounds solemn. “…But that person is getting married next month, and I’m still in shock.” He laughs a little, but he sounds so sad 🥺 “I kept thinking, why is it not me? Maybe if I have met her earlier, maybe that could’ve been me by her side.”

“Why do I have to meet her when it’s all too late…? It’s really unfair.” 🥲

“But you know what’s worse?” He starts getting a little weird like he just fucking gave up on trying to hide his feelings lmao “The one that, that person is getting married to…is actually my own older brother. So, I don’t know what to do about that.”

OF COURSE, THAT SOUNDS SUS AF so, as an act of defending yourself against the awkwardness, you stood up from your seat and about to fuck off to oblivion, when he stops you like “Wait, hold up—Please, don’t leave 🥺” He admits that he was frustrated on the fact that people view you and your fiance as this sort of “fated couple”, and it makes him sick. It feels like his brother got something he wanted and once again, he lost. Yandere-kun admits that he doesn’t have that many friends, nor does he have a girlfriend himself, so it’s always his brother who gets all the attention. The expectation that was supposed to be his was given to his brother himself, so he hated how it’s happening again with you this time…and it feels like the universe is forcing him to give up on everything for his brother.

“…But why do you have to be so nice to me?“ It turns out he was actually trying to give up on pursuing you too, but it hurts because he doesn’t want to—Since you’re so nice to him, you spend time with him, and had praised him more than anyone has…But you only see him as a younger brother and not as a man. He felt like you asking if he has anyone he likes was the final straw, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He comments how insensitive you are 😭 Like having no self-awareness and all that shit man

But he knew that you were only trying to bond with him only because you want to have a good, healthy relationship with your soon-to-be Brother-in-Law…But that’s when he finally snaps and how that’s never gonna happen, “From the very first time we met, I’ve only seen you as a woman more than anyone else.” So, he will never see you as just Sister-in-Law, he loves you too much.

He was surprised himself to know how weak he actually is, because just thinking of you was this fucking painful and he’s pissed that he can’t even help himself…and embraces you, finally being able to touch you freely, and commenting on how nice you smell like.

“Hey…How do you think I can be freed from this pain?“ “How do you think am I supposed to give up on you?” Because he doesn’t want to give up on you, he wants you to fall in love with him as well and asks if that’s really such a bad thing.

Perhaps a little freaked out, you began to call your fiance’s name instinctively but he scolds you, “Please…don’t call anyone’s name but mine right now.” AND FUCKING SOFT KISSES YOU. He demands you to say his name, and when you hesitantly did—He’s on cloud-nine, asks you to repeat it again and again, and again as he KISSES YOU EVERYTIME.

“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore, come here.”

You obviously resists as he takes you somewhere, and he 😭 kinda politely asks you to stop struggling because he doesn’t want to be rough with you lmao He wants you to listen to him as he continues to force you to make-out with him (with slightly aggressive moaning, mind you ☠️) and keeps on obsessively (desperately) telling you that he loves you as if that shit was going to change anything lol but well—who knows 👀 foreshadowing, am i right Also he tells you that you shouldn’t hold your voice because he wants to ｈｅａｒyou loud and clear, so just keep on paying attention to him and he’ll make you feel good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

THEN THE AUDIO FADES BECAUSE YOUTUBE 🫠 But it’s assumed that whether it’s forcefully (which is VERY MUCH likely lol) or not, he manages to get his way with you through the night 🧎‍♀️Mfcker even has the audacity to ask for permission, but I don’t think he would’ve cared if you had said no lmao ☠️

The next day (?) comes, or maybe it’s still night idk it’s not really specified BUT AFTER SEGGSY SESSION, he asks if it hurt (BITCH)—He proceeded to apologize, like seriously apologized🧎‍♀️Even he didn’t know why he resorted to forcefully taking you, despite knowing that it’s wrong. But whenever he thinks about how you’re going to be his brother’s wife soon, all he sees is red…He keeps apologizing and says he really doesn’t mean it and understands if you won’t be able to forgive him anytime soon.

…Perhaps you were guilty about the fact that you unknowingly lead his feelings on by being close to him too, you apogized in which he denies immediately—Saying you didn’t do anything wrong, and that everything is on him.

To compensate, you suggested to just simply forget everything that happened until now—But Yandere-kun doesn’t quite agree with that solution. “…Am I supposed to just forget about something that made me so happy?” He says he can’t do that, but realizes that he was being selfish again and apologized as he begrudingly agreed to do just that. “I guess it’s better than you reporting me to the police.” He said, it’s the least that he can do.

“I’ll…I’ll forget about what happened…Definitely. But just for this moment, will you stay with me?” You somehow agreed, and he hugs you tight—Whispering yet another apology.

Some time later after what happened, I guess…Oh, and it’s getting closer to your wedding day PFFT He calls you through the phone, and he was surprised that you answered—He’s sorry for calling you, but he says his brother is at his place and has something he needed your help with, so he asks if you want to eat lunch with them…But he understands if you don’t want to, since it’ll be awkward with him there after what happened. But you agreed anyway, “Are you sure?” He asks, but says he’ll be waiting for you then eventually.

He welcomes you to his home, and it’s not really explained here—But you were surprised to see him, maybe because he looks horribly depressed 😭 He tells you to just go inside and sit your ass down lol You ask where your brother is and he says he went to the convenience store to buy something and he’ll be back soon (doubt) and AGAIN he apologizes for what happened between the two of you, which makes me think that he’s really reflecting on his actions and I’m just being a little bitch about it ☠️ He said he’s gotten better at controlling his feelings now, and swears to you that it won’t happen again (DOUBT)

You assured him, and he finally sounds happy omg He admits that he was sad the past few days because he thought you won’t be able to talk to him again—But seeing you right now, talking to him, and reassuring him made him so glad that he’s wrong 🥹 He’s very grateful and you jokingly tell him he sounds strange compared to before.

He kinda agrees with that and admits that he loved you too much before, and every time he remembers the things he says and did, it made him incredibly embarrassed lol Though he feels better now, since he doesn’t usually have this kind of gloomy personality, so he’s fine now 🙃

…He then suggests to play a game, while waiting for his brother to come back 🙃 A very simple, easy game 🙃 Just close your eyes, hold out both your arms, listen to what he’s saying, and focus which hand is holding yours—Left or right 🙃 Ｓｉｍｐｌｅ，　ｒｉｇｈｔ？ 🙃

If you win, he’ll congratulate you on your wedding—Buy you whatever present you want…”What if you win?” You asked🧎‍♀️And this mfcker just went “What? Don’t tell me you’re worried that I’m gonna make you do something weird or something?” He laughs and strictly told you to just close your eyes alreadg lol He keeps praising you like you’re a kid and assures you that he’s moved on 🙃 So you don’t have to worry anymore 🙃 That from now on, he’s going to be your little brother like you always wanted 🙃 and it’s not like he’ll be able to do anything weird when his brother can come home anytime lol

The amount of (doubt) I had was immaculate when listening to this for the first time, darlings—Can you tell ☠️ He says if he won…He’ll let you cook dinner next time, cause he’s sick of always being in-charge of the cooking and wants to try your cooking this time.

So, then the game begins…Or not lol He’s still preparing, and the first thing he does? Obviously—Gets as close as he possibly can towards your right ear because it’s “necessary” lmao This man ain’t slick ☠️ Obviously, you’re a bit uncomfortable with that, but he says that if you give up now before anything has even started, you won’t get a wedding present from him lol “Don’t worry, it only tickles at the start. You’ll get used to it soon.” AND THEN THE GAME ACTUALLY BEGINS LMAO ARE YOU READY???

Close your eyes, repeats the rules about your hands and he—He begins to fucking BLOW on your ears ☠️ This was fucking tingly af ngl, not something to listen to whilst the dead of the night because it’s actually relaxing af jesus christ…ANYWAY, HE’S SEDUCING YOU BTW.

He bites, sucks, and licks on your ear, encouraging your body temperature to go up and proceeds to ｇａｓｌｉｇｈｔ you into thinking that there’s ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong nor suggestive with what he’s doing, nu-uh 🫠🫠 It’s all part of the challenge of the game, he says and your ears are just sensitive lmao He commentates on what he’s doing too omg “My tongue is going deep inside your ear.” EAR PORN HITS DIFFERENT NOW, DOESNT IT ☠️

This sussy moment continues on for the next few minutes—But like, as it’s happening, you can hear some really…ominous sounds of something shuffling in the background like someone rummaging for something and like ??? Obviously you’re curious and FINALLY—He asks which hand is holding yours right now…You answered correctly, and he proudly tells you to open your eyes for a job well-done and BOOM.

You’ve been handcuffed 🤡

He cut off every sensory you could possibly have at that moment just to distract you from noticing what he was doing. “I tricked you? No, that was all part of the game.” You probably started raising your voice, but he shushes you—Telling you to shut up, because he’s going to make you feel good again ☠️ GETS ME EVERY TIME GODDAMN IT LMAO Ladies, remember that all men do is lie 😔 (sigh)

He sounds WAY different than who he was before, which makes me think that he was only acting weak, because he sounds assertive now as he drills lewd words right into your head. “Who’s in front of you right now? Say my name.” But you call for help, called your fiance’s name instead. He shushes you gently and corrects your mistake…but asks you again, “Who’s touching you right now? It’s me, isn’t it?”

Maybe you didn’t answer, to scared to say anything—So, he reassures you by instilling you with his own twisted logic : “Don’t worry too much about my brother.” He says, like the devil on your shoulder. “You haven’t been officially married yet, so it’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“You, me, or my brother. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He says, he sounds like he has a smile on his face as he continues to brainwash you into doing the wrong thing. “…So, say my name. Look at me and only me, because you’re the only one I can see.”

“Fall in love with me.”

“It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Nothing at all.”

He kisses you a few more times, to give further validity with what he’s saying and at this point, I think you’re slowly giving up—Because there’s really nothing else you can do but accept it. He convinces you that his kisses feels good, and that you loved being kissed with tongue—and with your feeble, slowly-getting-fucked-out mind, you begin to agree with everything he says. So, he promises you that he can make you feel even better.

“I’ll always be with you.” He says, which had you confused—So, he states the obvious, “Because I’m going to be with you forever.”

“Aren’t you happy that there’s someone in this world who loves you as much as I do?”

He suggest for the two of you to “Do it” again—Your losing your focus, so he had successfully convinced you into saying that you want to do it too…He tells you that he’s happy that you’re thinking that way ♥︎

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WE’RE ALMOST TO THE END GUYS PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, THIS IS AN HOUR-LONG AUDIO DRAMA BUT ITS SO GOOD.

After sexy time, the term “Nya-chan” has finally been addressed for the first time and it seems like while y’all we’re fucking, he was calling you that all this time. He wonders why he was calling you that too—But he guessed that it’s because he had always seen you as a little selfish-bratty cat whenever you’re eating the food he makes, so he just ended up calling you “Nya” as a nickname…Nya as in the Meow in Cat

He likes it, it feels special because he’s the only one who can call you that—He repeats it over and over again and asks if he can call you that from now on. You agreed, so I guess that’s your name from now on, Darling ♥︎👋 Nya-chan 😺 He feels so happy calling you that, it’s so special to him that he begins to cry—He loves Nya too much🧎‍♀️

(My typing hand is dying)

The next day—Someone is calling him and tells you to stay put. It’s his workplace, it seems like they need him for something despite the fact that it’s his day-off lmao somethings never change huh 😭 He’ll still go, but then he notices that you’re now standing in front of the entrance door, and he asks you if you’re going somwhere…But you don’t you say anything, so he figured that you might’ve been too afraid to stay here all by yourself…He steps closer to you, apologized for not noticing your worries earlier—But like, “I was so happy when you told me that you’ll stay with me forever, so I just trusted that you won’t leave.”

“Sorry, have you come to hate me now?” He starts to get a little unhinged, like you triggered something in him, which quite frankly means—That he’s becoming scary again ☠️ “…Hey, did I do something wrong?”

“You’re not…trying to run away, are you?” He steps REALLY close, those footsteps sounds heavy and the little laugh on his voice—Like you just said something really ridiculous and shows that he’s a little pissed 🧎‍♀️Dear God… “Let’s have a little talk, shall we?“

And he slams you to the fucking wall.

“…That’s not it, right? You’re not trying to run away, right? You understand that, right?” He bombards you with questions that I don’t even think you’re answering because he’s already convincing himself that you won’t run away, because you love him, yknow? Why would you even think of something like that lol—Like the little delusional man he is ☠️ He says he’s sorry for being suspicious, he’s just worried for his little Nya and that’s on him. You never know what’s out there.

“I’m so, so goddamn worried that I might lose it once I imagine what will happen to you if you leave this room, Nya.” He’s sounding more and more deranged. “Hey, you’ll understand that, won’t you? WONT YOU?”

He kisses you once again to prove how much he loves and cares about you, but goddamn he’s as yandere as one can get because even I’m scared of how twisted this man’s bipolar-ass kind of love ☠️ He continues to tell you all the things he’s scared of happening when you get out, like when another weird man comes in to sweep you off by the feet and he doesn’t want that 😭 It’s like this man just completely erased the fact that you and his brother are engaged and would actually be getting married in a few days lol Guess that ain’t happening anytime soon now ☠️

“Nya wouldn’t want that to happen to you too, right?“ He baby-talks you, plays with your mind and using this kind of manipulative-guilt-tripping shit going on. He even goes threatning her by saying how even he won’t be able to touch her again if you’ve become tainted by others—And in turn, no one will. So, he scares you into understanding his forceful and terrifying logic…And he’s satisfied with what you become.

He apologizes for being rough before, for almost giving you a goddamn concussion lmao Because damn he’s well-aware that he’s losing his mind, and the fact that you’re the only saving grace he has, he will do his damn best to keep you by his side—Whatever means necessary.

Another time-skip has passed—The next day came and he whispers good morning to you as you’re still chained down on the bed. He apologizes for it being tight (your wrists are probably fucked ngl) so, he’ll loosen them up a little but make sure you don’t run away, okay 👁👁 He’ll be looking at you through the camera (!?) so don’t do anything sus, okay 🧎‍♀️ sorry i love this voice drama so much

Then, someone rang the doorbell—So, Yandere-kun very gently (INTIMIDATINGLY) tells you to not be too loud as he went to go see who it is…Has a few conversation about that person, acting like he’s a normal human-being there for a second and soon—He comes back to you and you asked who it was. He said it was no one important, just the landlord…looking for a lost cat.

“…I sure hope they find it soon.”

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(SOBBING)

“BRIEF SUMMARY” MY ASS—Sorry, I had too much fun translating and commentating on this lmao ☠️☠️ ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. I’m sure there were a few error in this, but like—I wish I have the general knowledge down at least so that you could understand what happened 🤡 Apologies for that lol

Please listen to the actual audio drama, it’s free on youtube—I swear it’s a different experience with voice on. It changed my life fr だいきりASMR is a hidden diamond in the rough, why is no one talking about them 😩 I’m gonna go listen to more of their content, and I’ll share some with you all if I find something more interesting to translate and commentate on lol 👀 chaotically, if y’all are into that haha

Also, I love how someone can portrait a yandere like this—A yandere that doesn’t rely too much on violence and I love the fact that he’s not just the typical sadistic type of Yandere, yknow? 😭 Like he’s just some poor pathetic bastard who fell in love with the wrong person, at the wrong time—So, you can’t help but kinda feel bad for him ☠️ PEOPLE TAKE NOTES.

#yandere

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Coffee and Kisses (Steven Grant x Male!Reader)

Summary: When Steven starts his new job at a coffee shop, he quickly finds himself infatuated with his new coworker.

Requested by @inactive-things

Sorry this took so long to get out, I had to auditions at my local theatre (yes, I’m a theatre nerd), and then a vacation! Hope this is what you wanted!

Warnings: Slight sexuality crisis from Steven, Caffeine(is that a warning?), Kissing ig, It’s pretty much just feel good fluff

“Wait! Hold on!” Steven called out, racing to catch the bus before it pulled away. He managed to get on right before the doors closed, breathing a sigh of relief as he took a spot. The bus was rather crowded, causing him to have to stand, holding on to one of the handles which hung from the ceiling.

He pulled a crumpled up paper out of his pocket, checking it nervously for the third time that morning. An address was written on it in his own handwriting, having received it over a phone call and not wanting to forget it. The last thing he needed was to get lost on his way to his first day at work.

He could hardly believe he had been able to get the job after what happened at the museum, but he wasn’t about to complain. While making coffee didn’t sound as appealing to Steven as spending his days surrounded by Egyptian relics, at least it would pay his bills. Hopefully, his new boss would be better than Donna.

The bus lurched to a stop, pulling him from his thoughts. It took him a minute to push through all the people, but he managed to make it off the bus before the doors closed, driving off into the morning traffic. Pulling out the note one more time, Steven walked down the street only a little ways before he found it; a small cafe on the corner.

He walked up to the door and pulled on it; locked. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

Someone came up to the door; it was hard to see through the frosted front door window, and the blinds were still drawn in the larger windows on either side.

Steven heard a voice call out; “Hold on! We don’t open for another 15 minutes!”

“It’s Steven!” He called back, earning a few strange looks from passerby on the street. “Steven Grant, I’m meant to start today I think?”

“Oh! Steven! Yes, just hold on a minute-“ The door was pulled open, and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee immediately rushed into his senses. Standing there was a man with a blue apron on, the cafe’s logo embroidered on the front pocket. His face was handsome, and held a warm smile, the kind that made Steven’s heart leap in his chest. A name tag had been pinned in the right corner of the apron; Y/N.

“Come on in.” The man said, and Steven obeyed, stepping into the shop. The man closed the door behind him, a small bell above the door ringing as he did so.

“I’m thankful to have more help, we’ve been rather short staffed as of late.” The man, Y/N spoke as he walked behind the counter, Steven following awkwardly behind him. “I’m supposed to show you the basics! My name is Y/N.”

“Are you my boss?” Steven asked sheepishly.

“No, I’m sorry! Wish I was.” He smiled again, causing a warmth to blossom in Steven’s chest. God, he was cute.

“The manager will be in tomorrow though, so you’ll get to meet her then. It’s just me and you today, Steven!”

For some reason, Steven felt he preferred it that way. Y/N gave him the basic rundown before opening up shop. As he explained to Steven how to clean the expresso machine, Steven found himself admiring the other man. The way he spoke and motioned as he explained, the gentle curve of his jaw, and his eyes. God, his eyes. They were beautiful, bright, and filled with emotion. Steven had heard that the eyes were apparently windows to the soul; if that were true, then Y/N’s soul must breathtaking.

As his thoughts raced and he felt the heat going to his cheeks, he frowned inwardly. He liked women, he had known that fact for awhile, but he had never considered that he may like men. Did he like men?

“Got all that?” Y/N looked up at him, meeting Steven’s eyes. His thoughts stalled immediately, and he quickly realized that he hadn’t been listening to a single word the man had said.

“I-I think so? Uhm, I mean, maybe?” Steven stammered out, trying to cover for his blunder but failing.

“It’s alright if you didn’t, I’m more of a hands on learner myself. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out, and if you can’t, I’ll be here!” Y/N grinned, and Steven found his worries melting away.

…..

“Bloody…stupid….machine!” Steven cursed, struggling with the coffee grinder for the second time today.

“Something wrong?” Y/N turned to Steven, just finished handing a coffee to a customer.

“Can’t get this thing to work.” He sighed heavily. “Must hate me or something.”

Y/N chuckled at his comment. “It’s inanimate, Steven, it can’t feel hate.” He walked over to him. “But even if it could, how could anyone hate you?”

Heat rushed to Steven’s cheeks at the compliment, his hands freezing in the midst of their struggle with the grinder.

“Here, let me help.” The man leaned right over Steven’s shoulder, his chest pressed against his back as he reached his hand forward. He was close enough that Steven could smell his shampoo, the sweet aroma mixing with the smell of coffee which created a unique scent that Steven wouldn’t be able to replicate if he wanted to. Steven could feel his warm breath against his neck, and he was close enough to him to feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke:

“Just like this, aaannnddd- there! Fixed!” Y/N pulled back, grinning happily at his accomplishment. Steven found himself missing the other man’s warmth as he took it with him when he walked away. “Let me know if you need anything else!”

…..

“I did it!” Steven called out happily. Y/N whirled around to find him standing there, holding a tall, cold latte, topped with whipped cream and caramel syrup. A triumphant smile shone on his face.

“Good job Steven!” He called back, the customers giving them a few strange looks. Steven had been working there for a couple of weeks, but had yet to master the shop’s specialty latte. Until now, of course.

Steven’s grin lingered on his face as he handed over the latte to the customer.

“You’re starting to really get a knack for this, Steven.” He smiled at him. “You’ll be a master barista in no time.”

“Well, I, uh, couldn’t have done it without such a great teacher.” Steven smiled sheepishly, fidgeting with his hands.

Y/N could feel the warmth rushing up to his cheeks at the compliment. “Well, thank you, Steven.”

.....

Steven turned the key in the lock, closing up the shop for the day. The shadows were getting long outside, and less and less people were milling about the streets. Y/N stood behind the counter, sipping on a large latte.

“How many of those have you had?” Steven asked as he turned back around, bringing the keys back to the counter.

“I don’t know, like...” He thought for a moment. “...five?”

“Five? Bloody hell, Y/N, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack!”

The man shrugged. “Hasn’t killed me yet!” He smiled happily, reaching behind the counter. He pulled out the remote for the music and turned it up. “I love this song!” Y/N walked out from behind the counter, placing down the half finished coffee as an upbeat song continued to play over the speakers.

Steven watched as Y/N started dancing and laughing. It was uncoordinated and clumsy, but shit, it was cute.

“Dance with me, Steven!” He cried out happily, veins coursing with caffeine as he spun with vigor around the coffee shop.

“I’m not really much of a dancer...” His cheeks flushed from...embarrasement? No, this was something else. His stomach began to flutter just like it had when they had first met.

Y/N shrugged. “Suit yourself!” He grinned as he continued to whirl around.

The setting sun filtered in the open widows, cause a golden hue to surround Steven’s coworker as he moved. He was illuminated with an almost angelic light, his laughter mixing with the music. Steven found himself wishing the moment would never end.

“I love you.” Steven blurted out, his brain not even comprehending what he had said until Y/N turned to look at him. Uh oh.

“You love me?” The man murmured quietly, unsure of what he had just heard. The music became mere background noise as they met each other’s gaze.

Y/N walked closer to Steven. “Steven?” He asked carefully. “You love me?”

Steven’s heart was pounding in his ears as he tried to think of something anything to use as an excuse. When he came up empty handed, he took a deep breath and resigned himself to his fate.

“Yeah. Who wouldn’t love you?” He starred down at his own hands, unable to meet the other man’s eyes as he waited for a reaction. He braced himself for rejection, or hatred or disgust, his mind racing to the worst outcomes imaginable as his heart ached.

Y/N walked to Steven, reaching out to hold his hands that were fidgeting out in front of him. They stilled, his chest still rising and falling nervously.

“I love you too.”

Steven looked up in surprise, his eyes meeting the man’s warm gaze. The way he looked at him made Steven want to melt on the spot, his breath hitching in his throat. Y/N leaned in, close enough that their noses were almost touching.

“Can I?” Y/N asked.

“Please.” Steven replied without hesitation. They kissed, slowly and gently, like something out of a sappy romance movie. Y/N reached up and cupped Steven’s face with his hands as Steven wrapped his arms around the man’s torso, pulling him in closer. The kiss lingered, neither wanting to be the one to pull away first as weeks of pinning bubbled to the surface.

Finally, they had to pull back for air. They stayed close, lips nearly touching. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you.” Y/N murmured against his lips, causing Steven’s heart to flutter.

“Can we get dinner sometime?” Steven asked sheepishly, as if he was still afraid he’d say no.

“Of course.” Y/N responded. “But first…” He gave Steven a quicker peck on the lips, “…will you dance with me?”

So sorry this took so long! I got halfway through writing and my computer decided to break, so apologies if it is formatted weird. I will be trying to be more active. Thank you so much for reading!

#moon knight #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight x male reader #coffee shop au #steven grant fluff

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lotusflowersimagines · 11 months

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Hi! Cna we get a Xander Matthews x reader who acts like chiaki nanami from dra2?

Absolutely! Thank you for the request! Since you didn't specify on talent or anything I left it up for interpretation, but I made it so the reader like similar interests as Chiaki. If I interpreted the request wrong or you wanted something more specific, shoot me another ask and i'll gladly fix it!

NOTES: Non-Despair AU, romantic Character/Reader relationship, G/N reader, N/N is "nickname", Reader and Xander move in together

~ Xander Matthews with a s/o who acts like Chiaki Nanami! (HC's + Scenario)

Xander thought you were so sweet!

When the two of you first met, he was suprised that you weren't scared or intimidated by his extroverted personality- but thankful all the same! He doesn't do it on purpose, he just gets excited easily

You were such a calm person in comparison, meeting his enthusiasm with your own softspoken support for him and what he did

It was no wonder he fell head over heels for you! Even though you may have seemed dismissive or even a little lazy on the surface, he grew to know you better than that; you were passionate about what you loved, even if you weren't as loud as he was with it, you were a caring and considerate person who put people you cared about first and held them close to you

He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he confessed, but you decided that he would be one of those people aswell

He was red in the face as he swore he would do his best for you, and hoped that you would do the same for him!

Of course- the two of you fulfilled that promise together. You had a wonderful dynamic that had your personalities bounce off of eachother well, you were the calm to his storm and his friends definetly appreciated that aswell

But you didn't have everything figured out, the two of you still had your own downsides that required some extra support

"Y/N! You've been on the console for 3 hours! C'mon, let's go outside for a little- a walk can't hurt, i'll even get you ice cream!" "In a minute.. I have to finish this boss battle and i'll be done with the main storyline.." "I'll give you five, but then i'll be back for you, okay?"

Sometimes you were just a little too entranced in your games, books, socials.. He loves that you have passion for the things that you enjoy! but he knows too much of it is bad for you, he makes sure you're taking a break every now and again so that you're alright

Xander was a whole other thing though, and once he's set on something he'll put his mind to it and see it through! It's not always a good thing though

"Xander.. Where are you going..?" The redhead rebel was putting on a raincoat and on his way out the door. "Oh! N/N- you're still awake! I have a protest to get to and i'm running a little late, it's a bad look for me and I have to be there to sta-" "But it's raining really hard- The severe thunderstorm warning on my phone woke me up, actually…" "Ah well, justice can't sleep, Y/N.. The consequences of others actions- or, inaction can be severe. I have to go tonight" "No, you can't.. Xander you could get sick or hurt, you might not even be able to see out there- I know how passionate you are about these things.. but there will be other opportunities to give justice to your cause. You're important so.. I need you to stay tonight, please?" He paused for a minute, visibly conflicted. but after a few minutes of long silence, he sighed and began removing the raincoat. "Alright.. Alright. You're right Y/N, maybe it isn't worth the risk." You smiled softly, he followed you back upstairs to your shared room and you both called it a night. In short? You two are basically perfect together!

#drdt #drdt x reader #xander matthews x reader #xander matthews

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aceouttatime · 1 year

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Short-Lived: .01 The Humdrums and the Noteworthy Next Chapter: .02 Dinner With Archie 2465 words TW: Mentions of alcoholism, alludes to depression

Synopsis:

Five months into the Gaelis case, I found an anonymous note on my desk; had I known at the time what damned rabbit hole I’d be led down, I would have given it more than a second thought. My price to pay may have been small in comparison, but my role in the case had become quite a bit larger.

The first thing people tended to notice about my crowded little office was this potent staleness in the air that I’d never found an issue with. Perhaps it’s the deteriorating binding of the tired books tucked away on their shelves. Maybe it’s this building itself–it hadn’t changed a bit in the few years I’d passed it. Either way, I’d given up keeping the windows open to air out the place. It’s too much of a hassle nowadays.

Still, it wasn’t as if the place was without cherish. The oversized double window across the way from the door was overtaken by a good few hanging and potted plants, most of which I kept healthy enough–healthier than myself, at least. What sort of man my age was already dealing with an achy back? It cracked as I pulled my shoulders back, eyeing the rest of the space. A big, oaken desk of drawers to my right greeted me with an array of utensils scattered across its surface. A worn, ruddy-patterned rug took up most of the middle of the room. A pull-out couch that looked old enough to have been in the office since it was built sagged warmly to my left.

Oh, yes, and the lamps. I had a thing for lamps. The overhead light was left abandoned if I could help it.

I took a great whiff of that dusty air as I shut the door behind me. The sun had already taken to casting a glare on my glasses. Late morning. The rest of it had been wasted in a weekly meeting with my colleagues on the Gaelis case–really, an email or two would’ve sufficed, considering the event itself consisted of little besides tense pleasantry.

The Gaelis case had been my primary source of investigation for a decent amount of time now. It was, put simply, the most severe and enigmatic case of disappearances the country had seen in the past decade: 34 missing in the past month investigated and over 200 in the past year. They were seemingly random disappearances spread throughout Brooklyn. The victims had little in common besides the general area they’d been last seen and their stage in life–almost half were college-age, attending one of the few nearby universities. That was about as far as conclusive evidence had gotten my unit.

Personally, I believed they were drugged somehow–Benzodiazepines, or something even stronger, like the rising Xyzlazine, could be at play. It wasn’t even entirely known if the orchestration was carried out by the same people or whether this was a case of multiple unrelated parties. My suspicions indicated the former, though a gut feeling wasn’t anything to go off of. Moreso, the lack of evidence as compared to other cases was what gave me that confidence.

It really was as if these people had disappeared into thin air.

I had initially been assigned solely to the case of Stanley Gaelis’ disappearance. However, as the connected cases arose, my partner and I were unwittingly promoted to head the investigation. Ah, yes, and that was without so much as mentioning the societal backlash to it all. My reputation was actively rusting.

“Young, academic prodigy promoted early from Officer to youngest-ever Lieutenant Detective after showing promise and prowess in the field.” Pish. Now I was nothing but a poor hire, according to the positively shortsighted Chief of Detectives.

The media was a hindrance and, frankly, made the lot of us investigators out to be fools. And our “apparent inaction” was scorned with more vigor than it ever had. It was bullshit. It got to me more than it should’ve. Possibly I was being harsh, but late nights began to stretch longer now, and my patience grew at a slower pace.

But, most importantly, people were still missing. And, without identifying and incarcerating the culprit, or more likely, culprits, the situation would only escalate. Families would lose parents, lovers would lose partners, and folks would lose lives.

It weighed on me heavily, that guilt. So I kept at it, nose to the grindstone. Planning dispersions of investigative teams, reviewing reports, and conducting my own research. And yet, despite it all, the missing persons allegations continued to pile up. It was maddening.

Even my partner, Lovelace, had seemed put out. And that woman had more ardor than most. My sister used to insist it was fate that we’d ended up stuck working together so often and that she balanced me out. Made up for me being a, may I quote, “string bean of a man with a stick up his arse.” I’d yet to come up with a suitable response to that besides a scoff.

I thought about her too often these days.

I worked, and my paperwork blurred to monotonous gray.

…

“Okeanoú.”

The knock, expected as it was, didn’t spare me from the deep exhale that rattled through me post-flinch. I knew those three successive raps. The sun shone dimly on the swaying pothos. It took me a second to catch my breath.

“Sylvan, we need to talk.”

I wasn’t given the common courtesy of chosen privacy, the sharp click of heels and protesting wail of hinges grating my ears. Lovelace, while I held her dear to my heart, took our friendship to mean that my office was a shared space. It was not. I glanced over my shoulder, and she’d already found a place behind my chair to rest her elbows.

Lovelace was an open sort, a bit loud in her speech and bold in her stance. She was only just shorter than I with these dark, owlish eyes that bored into a person’s soul. Analyzing. It was unnerving, even after all these years, the way she stared. I’d never been one for eye contact. Or…whatever sort of close contact she was initiating now.

We’d been close for far longer than the duration of the case itself. In some ways, I acquiesced to the occasional prod that we were something of an old, married couple, bickering in the most strange of manners. In others, the metaphor of a married couple couldn’t be further from the truth. At least the thought was humorous.

Still, she was a warm presence otherwise. I could almost convince myself I minded the company but fell short. The look on my face must’ve been humorous, too, as a flash of a smile caught the edge of my vision.

“Tamia. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I tsked, flicking up my glasses a touch higher on my nose. “I can’t imagine you’ve anything left to add that wasn’t already discussed in excruciating detail this morning.” Part of that was an exaggeration. Part of it was entirely true.

Now that got an actual chuckle out of her. “And I thought you’d already used up all of your venom in that very same meeting. You never cease to surpass expectations, Syl.” Tamia gave my left shoulder a gentle flick, setting down a few manilla folders beside me. “I will say, though, I’d appreciate it if our colleagues weren’t so…long-winded. And, before you say it, I know, ‘that’s rich coming from me.’”

Her little dimples came out. I didn’t find it in me to laugh, but still, I relaxed back in my chair, eyeing up the stack of what I could only assume were more documents for me to go through. Scheduling, perhaps, or more likely, reports on investigations that had led to nil. Part of me missed the fieldwork.

“More paperwork, I’m assuming?”

Pursed lips smirked, but something about it was off. “Maybe. But don’t let yourself slog through that just yet.” She let out a loose sigh, shoulders sagging as she bent down a touch. My brow quirked, and I spun my chair. She caught my hand, hers dark and warm on my pale, ghostly own. “Do you have a minute?”

I didn’t care for the cushion in her voice. This had been coming. I just hoped it hadn’t.

“Sylvan. Hey, look at me, would you? Please?” She knelt, took my hand, and I didn’t have the heart to stop her. Begrudgingly, I complied. There were grooves above her brows, and I didn’t know how I’d missed it, but her eyes were marred by rose. “Are you alright?”

God, the way my body stiffened was not something I was proud of. Tamia made no tell of noticing.

“Lovelace-”

Her gaze hardened, sharp as tempered steel. “It’s been a year now, Sylvan; you’re still…you’re still quiet. You’re hungover. You’re skin and bones, and it’s- it’s not healthy, what you’re doing to yourself. Throwing yourself into your work like you’re some kind of…some kind of machine. You’re human, Syl. People grieve. People grow.” The empty shot glass on my desk was a suncatcher, dispersing prisms of yellowed rainbows on her blouse, her neck. They looked like healed-over scars and twinkled like harsh starlight, stale and serene and mocking. “I’m hurting too. I doubt the hurt will ever fade completely, but I’m trying to move past it.

“And I’m damn afraid that y- I’m worried for you.” Her voice broke a little, just at the tail end, clumsy. I felt a grimace pull my lips back. She took my other hand. She squeezed them both.

I closed my eyes. It was today, the twenty-first. Just past the equinox. There was still snow on the ground–the slushy, slurry kind of muck that poured down like heavy rain. It was cold enough that it had started to freeze again over the bridges but sat in dreary puddles in the ditches. I pulled my hands away and knit my fingers together. Lined up rows of cars. A drunk driver. An accident on the highway. My sister and I had been driving home from the hospital, her still in her scrubs, the ones with the lilac print like Mum’s. She’d been worried she was too exhausted after a double shift to drive home alone, and I was working a late night anyhow. I picked her up in the Accord. No warning, no reason, just chance.

“That’s enough.”

A few moments of sharp breath kept time between us, air electric and stale. My tongue was dry and heavy, and I didn’t have the will to lift it. Her expression was a false blank, lips pursed, thin, and strained.

“You don’t have to be alone tonight. My home is yours if you need it, Sylvan,” she breathed, each word slow and steady. “I respect you, and I want you to at least consider the fact that you have a friend if you need one.”

Pity. Oh, and what a pity it was she pitied me. Did she think I was some poor, depressed soul lingering on the memories of yesterday? I had moved past everything. I wasn’t a man who allowed sorrows to dig their talons into my side everlastingly. Perhaps I was colder now, but what Tamia implied was a grossly warped version of myself. She was projecting her own troubles. My scars, physical and mental, had healed over.

Hers? I wondered about hers. She spoke of hers more than I. That surely implied something.

“I appreciate the concern, but I am fine. If you need…support, just say the word, but I don’t need your sympathy,” I closed, pushing stray lengths of hair from the spots they’d taken in my vision. My brow furrowed. Still, I didn’t amend those words.

“I…okay.” When I said nothing, I heard her breathing dip. “I’m only ever a phone call away, Okeanoú.”

I gingerly plucked the first of the manilla folders from their haphazard stack on my desk.

“Thank you.” I fingered the lip of the opening, thumb catching on the paper in a way just so. If I’d pressed harder, I’d have given myself a papercut. “If that’s all, Lieutenant, I have work that needs doing.”

She knew I wouldn’t call. I avoided her shoulder-thrown glance on the way out, knuckles white on her grip on her shoulder bag. That was the final time Lieutenant Tamia Lovelace acknowledged me that morning.

…

The day passed heavily. It got to be drizzly beyond the safety of my office, the skies a nasty shade of slate and rumbling like a bobcat giving thunderous warning. I had worked my way into the late afternoon, exhaustion pulling at my tired wrists and foggy mind. Part of me was grateful. Part of me wished not to think.

The other felt terribly useless, utterly small.

The meeting still weighed on my mind. Some of my colleagues had been unnecessarily harsh, but more importantly, none had much to contribute regarding new findings. Just yesterday, Bennet and Jacobs investigated the site we suspected the latest victim was abducted. Ms. Verity Jones was her name. She was a college student and undergraduate at Kingsborough and hadn’t been heard from in just under a week before being reported missing.

In the case of my work and the Gaelis disappearances, this disappearance, along with all others attributed, were long-term missing persons cases. This meant our evidence and follow-ups were not done until over 60 days subsequent the person was reported missing. Unfortunately, this left a good amount of time for details to become misremembered when either myself or my colleagues began our own investigations.

I hadn’t personally spoken to her parents and roommate; it was a rarity nowadays with how much else I had on my plate. I had papers, but God, the report gave a disappointing lack of insight. Or, really, even anything remotely interesting.

Except for the note.

I was surprised neither of the officers had mentioned the note. I hadn’t a clue where it originated, but it had been stuffed in the folder with everything else. I’d missed it at first glance, actually, only noticing the way the adhesive had stuck it to the inside flap of one of the papers after I’d come back from a short break.

It was a simple post-it written in hasty, dark ink, but for the life of me, I couldn’t determine what it said. There was some gibberish near the top, but what really got me was the little flower that had been practically crushed into the paper. It would’ve almost reminded me of a love note had I not known better. An illegible one, at that, but a love note, nonetheless.

Holding the little slip in my hands, I ran my finger over the little indentation, finding some kind of powder flaking off and onto my desk. Normally, I’d be upset with the mess. Normally, I would contact Bennet or Jamison about it or call someone from forensics to look at it.

But something compelled me to pocket the little thing.

So I did.

And when I left to drown my thoughts in liquor that night, I’d forgotten about it.

#short-lived-gt #short-lived #g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #future g/t #oc: sylvan #oc: tamia #original writing #original work #hang tight #this starts out slow #but the g/t will come in later #short lived #short lived gt

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happytodorokifamilyau · 2 years

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Hi...So I took a break from the fandom for a bit and kind of forgot this blog existed. BUT I've returned and so has my obsession with the Todoroki family!

So as an apology for my inactivity on this blog, I present to you...

20 htfau Headcanons!

Enjoy!

Touya was a terrible student in school. He was smart and got good grades when he actually studied, but he didn't have any interest or motivation to do anything other than hero training. His teachers at UA had to threaten expulsion to get him to focus on his studies more. He wasn't happy about it, but at least he graduated with high grades.

Enji doesn't have the best relationship with his parents. They were quite neglectful and really only cared about him making it in the hero world. They weren't very supportive of his choice to become a hero, rather they wanted him to take over the family business. They didn't have much faith in him and Enji thinks that's why he's so ambitious. He wanted to prove them wrong, which he did. Of course, after he made it to the higher ranks, his parents tried to reconcile but he's still hesitant with them. It's always tense between them why they visit, but Enji tries not to let it affect their relationship with his kids because they are their grandchildren after all. And Enji has to admit that they are much better grandparents than they were parents.

Rei's side of the family is much more involved in their lives. She has a good relationship with her parents and they were very supportive of her marriage to Enji. Ironically, Enji feels much more comfortable around them than he does his own parents. They treat him like their own son. They're close to their grandchildren too. They joined the rest of the family at the Sports Festivals to watch Touya and later Shouto.

Natsuo is a very social person, which confuses Enji and Rei because he did not get it from them. He was that kid in school who was friends with everyone. The rest of the family gets shocked when they see how many contacts he has in his phone. Everywhere he goes, he sees someone he knows from somewhere.

They are very wealthy. Not only does Enji make a ton of money from his hero work, but he also comes from a very wealthy family himself. Rei's family is pretty well off too, though not to the same extent. Enji and Rei never really put limits on their kids' spending, which may have spoiled them a bit. They all have access to their parents' bank accounts and would never think twice about taking from it.

Out of all of them, Touya's the biggest spender. He mostly buys clothes (he's also the most fashion-conscious), he's into designer brands. He also owns a motorcycle. That purchase really made Enji and Rei question their limits.

Fuyumi doesn't buy a lot of clothes, she spends more on outings with her friends. She'll usually offer to pay just because she can. She likes buying her friends expensive birthday presents too.

Natsuo spends on a variety of things- video games, takeout, tickets to concerts and sporting events, the latest technology, you name it. Recently, he's been spending a lot on dates with his girlfriend.

Shouto is an avid manga reader and collecter and will not hesitate to buy a new one. He was very excited when he found out that Sero shared his interest. They often stay up late in the dorms reading through Shouto's collection.

Touya has always entertained the idea of one day taking over his father's agency after he retires. Enji's never said anything about the future of his agency, simply because he hasn't thought that far ahead yet, but he wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea. Touya hasn't brought it up though, it's merely a fantasy for now.

Natsuo was the only unplanned child, Touya was the smallest when born, Fuyumi came a bit late, and Shouto came about a month early.

They have a family groupchat and a siblings groupchat (where they mostly just complain about their parents).

When they were young, one of Fuyumi's favorite games was playing house. Convincing Shouto and Natsuo to play along as the kids was never difficult- Shouto was too young to care what the game was, he just wanted to be involved, and Natsuo could easily be bribed with as little as a cookie. Convincing Touya to roleplay as the dad took a lot more effort on Fuyumi's part, but someway or another she always managed to succeed (usually through means of blackmail- Touya could never keep his secrets from her). Rei still has some home videos she secretly took of the kids playing and showed them to Enji. He almost melted from the cuteness of it.

The kids have never seen those videos and are unaware of their existence. Touya would die if he found out about them.

Shouto was an avid sleepwalker as a kid. He still does it sometimes, but only when he's really stressed or tired.

Enji is a bit of a workaholic. He's slowed down since the kids came along, but every now and then he'll need a reminder to stop focusing on work so much. This usually comes in the form of Rei hiding his laptop so he can't work from home.

Touya has an obsession with spicy food. He claims he can handle it, even though everyone knows he can't. Despite his obvious intolerance though, he keeps torturing himself by always making his food unnecessarily spicy or ordering the spiciest dish on the menu when eating out. No one understands why he does this to himself. Enji keeps saying it's just a phase (even though it's been like ten years) and Rei just thinks her son is crazy (she's probably right).

Speaking of spicy food, no Todoroki can tolerate it, not even Enji. It's like genetic or something.

Rei and Fuyumi have a very close relationship. They often go on outings together like shopping or coffee dates. Rei even visited Fuyumi at work once and Fuyumi introduced her to her class.

The Todoroki kids are the type of siblings who can go from being on the verge of killing each other one minute to forgetting all about in order to team up to harass their parents the next minute.

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