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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 years ago

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Alpine- Part 1

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Alpine

A/N Hey guys I'm re-posting all my fics. Also all mistakes are my own and comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated xoxo

Summary You and Bucky decide to get a cat.

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff

Today was the day. You and Bucky had decided to get a cat. It didn’t take long for you two to make the decision but it was still a pretty big one since any pet is a big commitment.

“you ready doll?” Bucky asked with a grin on his face.

“let me get my phone and I’ll be ready babe.” You replied with the same excitement as Bucky.

You both had wanted a cat since the start of your relationship but had decided to wait until you moved in together to get one. Today marked 1 year of living with Bucky which seemed perfect. You both walked hand-in-hand to the nearest animal shelter. Once you got there, you went to the desk where a kind-looking woman with short red hair was typing on her computer. She was wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt.

“Hi, me and my girlfriend are looking to adopt a cat so I was wondering if you could tell us where the cats are here.” Bucky said with a toothy grin.

The woman looked up from her computer and gave you both a smile “sounds good” the woman replied whilst looking back at her computer. “if you give me one moment I’ll get one of my colleagues to take you there.”

“thanks.” Bucky responded, squeezing your hand in excitement.

You saw a tall woman with long blonde hair and what looked like an abundance of tattoos come around the corner with a smile on her face. “hi, I’m Rebecca and I’m going to be showing you all the cats and kittens we have in the hopes that you will be able to give one a home.”

“great!” you replied excitedly.

“good, Follow me please.”

Rebecca lead you and Bucky through a few corridors before you reached a door with a cartoon drawing of a cat on it. You could also hear the meows of a few cats.

“here you are. You can look at any cats and if you want to get in with any of the cats just shout me over and I can open the door.”

“ok, thanks.” You said.

You and Bucky had been looking for about 15 minutes when you both heard a really loud meow from behind you. You both turned around and saw a pure white cat clawing at the door. You both went over to it and crouched down. The cat was still meowing and trying to get to you.

“you stay here doll and I’ll get the lady to let us in.” Bucky said before kissing your head and going over to Rebecca to ask her to open the door.

Rebecca came over with a key in her hand and unlocked the door. “here you go guys. I’ll wait outside here but if you need any help or information I’m happy to give it to you.”

“Ok. thank you so much” you responded.

Rebecca smiled in response. You and Bucky sat down on the floor and started to call the cat over. It first came over to you so you outstretched your hand so it could sniff it and decide whether it wanted to let you pet it. Once it had sniffed your hand the cat licked it and nudged your hand so you could stroke it.

“wow I’m surprised he let you do that.” Rebecca genuinely sounded surprised. “he usually doesn’t like people and other cats. That’s why he has his own space.”

The cat then went over to Bucky who had took one glove off and outstretched his flesh hand. However, the cat went to Bucky’s metal hand which was still concealed in the black leather glove.

Bucky hesitated so you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “it’s ok babe. You’re not gonna hurt him. You’re not him anymore”

“o-ok” Bucky replied and took off the glove what was covering his metal hand.

The cat sniffed then licked Bucky’s hand before nudging it and purring loudly when Bucky started to stroke it. All of the previous doubt on Bucky’s face had dissipated and turned into awe at the white fur ball that was now playing with his metal hand.

Then, Bucky looked at you and smiled. You leaned over to press a chassed kiss on his lips.

“I think this is the one” Bucky said looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“I think it is”

Rebecca had a big grin on her face while watching yours and Bucky’s interaction with each other. “great! If you want I can get the paperwork ready and find out the price.”

“ok. Umm just one thing though. What is his name?” Bucky questioned.

“his name is Alpine but feel free to change his name of you want to. He was named by the staff here since he was brought in by a person on the street who saw him roaming around with a large wound on his back.”

You looked at Bucky and he nodded. “I think we’re gonna keep the name Alpine it suits him. And it’s very unique”

“very well then. I’ll get the paperwork while you two continue to play with Alpine.” Rebecca walked away to get the paperwork for you and Bucky to sign.

Bucky looked at you with adoration in his eyes and leaned in to kiss you again. “thank you doll. I love you so much.”

However, the moment was interrupted by Alpine who had decided he wasn’t getting enough attention so he crawled up Bucky’s metal arm and head-butted his cheek.

You looked at Bucky and you both started to laugh. “I love you too Bucky”

Taglist: @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin

#Alpine series #Alpine #alpine the cat #Alpine x reader #Alpine x bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes fluff #James bucky barnes x reader fluff #The winter soldier #The winter soldier x reader

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madnessfromthemountains · 5 months ago

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Growler

Yesterday, we lost a very dear cat. Growler was never my favorite cat, but she eventually did become affectionate with @firebreathnchkn and I.

I don't know what her early life was like, but some #)*%#%) declawed her and then probably another one abandoned her in an apartment when they absconded on their rent. The landlord, an acquaintance of mine fed her and took care of her for a few days.

He eventually convinced me to take her (I had three cats already) and I brought her home. She was traumatized by the long drive and hid from me for months (I kept her in a separate room). Eventually she came out and let me see her while she ate, but growled the whole time to let me know she was a tough kitty. Thus I named her Growler, because the "grbubble grubble grubble" was terribly cute.

Then one month my internet died died and my landline was in her room. I spent a lot of quality time on hold with the phone/internet company every day and eventually she came over and sniffed my hand. I held very still (plz don't bite me!) and after that the ice was broken. She let me pet her and eventually I loosed her into the house. She hated the other cats but mostly ignored them if they let her alone.

She still wasn't really friendly or affectionate but gradually let me pet her and pick her up for a moment or two. I eventually got her to the vet for shots, which was traumatic all around. At the time I still had indoor/outdoor cats. As she was declawed I wouldn't let her out in general, but one day forgot and left the door open. She wandered out and fortunately I noticed her and was able to herd her back inside. She had no actual interest in the outdoors, really.

(I think she was looking out at a deer). That spot on the chest/windowsill became her spot one day when I put a blanket there randomly. That was where she chilled and watched the house and occasionally the outside.

About the time @firebreathnchkn moved in she became sitting-on-laps sociable.

Her health has gotten spotty in the last couple years. We found she had hyperthyroid and medicated her for that (mostly with pills in pillpockets) and then eventually she started having seizures. More medicine, which she was not good about. Tooth problems (which helped), but she was clearly a very old cat with associated problems. She started having trouble grooming and needed a lion cut (since she was also not easy to groom).

As far as I could tell, she loved the lion cut. Her window is a chilly spot, but we figured she was always overly warm from her hyperthyroid.

She was a mouth. Always meowing, would hold conversations with me or hubby, especially at dinnertime (or any time within three hours if we went in the kitchen).

She also loved hiding in a cat tower in "her" room, which became @firebreathnchkn's office. When he worked, she would hang there with him for company.

Here she is patiently waiting for dinner. Glaring into the sitting room.

She had a lot of physical problems in the last year, mostly related to trying to fix her bad digestion (constant diarrhea, puking and terrible smelling poo). We made her more comfortable with hydrolyzed dry cat food and Vitamin B shots and an antibiotic powder for her food. She didn't take that very well. She also had arthritis (at least partly due to being declawed -DON'T DECLAW YOUR FUCKING CATS). We got her on Solensia, which I highly recommend. It helped her immensely.

Then last month our dear vet found a mass in her abdomen. At her age, we weren't going to put her through any cancer treatment, so we set about making her comfortable.

She'd been sinking all month and last night we came home from my PT to find her limp and unable to walk more than a few steps. No interest in food. She seemed conscious but just flopped over every few steps.

It was time. We took her to the emergency vet and let her go. The vet agreed it was time.

Goodbye Growler. We already miss you yelling for your breakfast and dinner and sitting in your window. You were always easy to take to the vet and very good company in your own grumpy old lady way. May your next life be easier. You sure deserved it.

One last picture, from 2020. It took me a long time to even seen the lovely crescent moon on your back, kitty. You would have been named Luna if I'd seen that earlier. Looking forward to being haunted by you, fuzzball.

#pet death #Growler #memorial

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babiebom · 2 years ago

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When You Fall (vii)

A/N: sorry for not updating this in a while it’s hard for me to get the inspiration to put my thoughts on the page y’know? It’s like whatever I write won’t be as good as it is in my head. At this point this is like a once a month upload and I feel like that’s too slow :(

Tw:talks of depression, talks of medications, guilt. Lmk if there’s more I should tag

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Finally home again, you tense up as soon as you shut the door behind you. It was different, depression when you’re surrounded by distractions and depression when you’re alone. The creaking of the house filled you with loneliness. When you were little it was always your grandparents inside, the house warm and smelling of food and baked goods. Then it was just your grandfather, the house still warm but no longer smelling good. Now it’s just you, with a house that was only warm because it was springtime and the sun was warming everything it touched.

Tears start to prick your eyes and you wonder when your medication would be making its appearance. It was only recently that your emotions started to overwhelm you, the reason clear as day and you hated the fact that you couldn’t bounce back like you usually did. It wasn’t the first time someone in your family had died, nor will it be the last but it wasn’t like when your grandmother died when you were young, you were able to get over it then, this time you weren’t able to process and get over it at all. Processing hadn’t even started, it’s just been an immediate descent into an endless black hole.

Guilt almost overcomes you as doubts start making their way into your mind. You wanted to believe Harvey would never prescribe you anything horrible, you wanted to believe that things were going to get better once you had your medicine, but it was hard to not hear things about taking meds for mental health; all the side effects and body changes that people go through. The chance that the medicine can make things worse, the chance that the medicine can make you feel nothing at all. It was scary, and something that you hadn’t experienced up until this point. Harvey was great with prescribing you the meds, but in the back of your mind the want to flush them as soon as you get them tries to get your attention and make itself seem like a good idea.

Well, at least you can work on your farm or something while you have time. You rested all day yesterday, today can be dedicated to bettering your land. Putting on your work clothes, you move to open the door. Honestly maybe you should start looking out the window or a peep hole or something because having to stifle a scream when you see Marnie’s face is embarrassing.

“Marnie!” You try to act like she didn’t just jumpscare you into next year. “It’s nice to see you this morning!” You had only met the woman once like a week ago, and seeing her on your doorstep was kind of weird. Behind her was a huge fluffy dog who was wagging its tail, staring up at you with the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen; and in her arms an orange cat who seemed all too happy to be getting pets and being held.

“Hello Y/N! You see these animals here? I found them sitting together outside the entrance to your farm! I think they might be strays…poor little things.”

You nod and stare at her, what was the point of all this? If she thought they were strays why is she here talking about them? It has to be obvious out of everyone in the town you’d know the least about who owns them. Though, they were extremely cute…

The dog plops down on the front porch, it’s tail still wagging as it stares up at you. Now that you think about it, there’s an old dog house somewhere in the property, your grandfather had a dog before, so maybe you could ask if you could keep it, maybe the cat too. It would be better than being alone all day. Marnie waits a beat before speaking again, staring at the dog fondly.

“I think they like this place! Hey, um…don’t you think this farm could use some animals?”

Like your prayers were answered you smile at her, “yeah, sure. I can keep them! Farm is big and empty anyways…”

She hands the orange cat to you and steps back. “Do you have a name for either of them?” You nod immediately, knowing exactly what you wanted to name them it was so easy.

“Mango and Shadow.” You say with confidence. The cat was orange, and fruit themed names were always cute, and the dog, while brown, already seemed as if it was going to follow you around all day like a fluffy shadow anyways.

“Well, you both be good, now…okay?” Marnie seemed a little sad as if she wanted to keep them, she probably had no room for them with all of her animals. She leaves down the path back towards her own place.

Excitedly, you hurry and set the cat down grabbing your watering can and other farming supplies. Now that you had company, doing work and being home wasn’t so daunting. Shadow immediately follows after you, her tail wagging so quickly you could feel the air from it. Mango watched from the porch, lying on the stairs. They were both going to be inside with you, that’s for sure, but now you needed to fix the dog house, and buy animal supplies. Your new fur babies needed to immediately be spoiled (and cleaned), and you had absolutely nothing prepared for them.

Life has to get better from now on, right? Now you have two pets to take care of…now you have reasons to want to get better. Hopefully it makes the path to recovery easier.

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paintcrab · 3 months ago

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First Night (mimzomworld story)

my precious baby Gingersnap <3

contains: young whumpee, language barriers, fear, past medical… malpractice? cruelty? (past nonconsensual medical thing), a flashback (some sort of panic over the past, at least), and as much comfort as I can fit (I like the soft)

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There’s a tattoo on the back of xyr neck.

Taking her phone out of her pocket, she takes a photo of it, catching xyr new shirt—a ducky pyjama shirt—in the photo too.

A logo, an ID number… it reads like a receipt, and— Oh.

Oh.

Xe had xyr venom glands removed. Disturbingly convenient for them, since they’ll only have to worry about infection from a bite, and not conversion.

But for the pup….

How dare they. How dare they strip a defense mechanism from xem like that. HOW DARE—

Xe tenses.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, it’s okay,” Violet murmurs. “Let’s get you something to eat, okay? One little snack while the doctors take a look at you, and then you’ll get introduced to some new friends at mealtime. How does that sound?”

She knows. She knows xe can’t understand her, but it still breaks her heart to see xem tremble and whine the second xe sees the room again.

Cutting the top off a chicken-flavoured licky cat treat, she hands it to xem. “Here. Eat this, and it’ll be over before you know it, okay?”

Even without any tests, she knows xe’s been neglected. Underfed. With the tests, she hopes the law takes care of xyr abuser before she does. Given how mimics are sapient (but not technically human) it’s child abuse, animal abuse, participating in the illegal pet trade… and some other things she can’t remember right now.

“Good job,” she says after the x-ray, patting xyr head instead of killing a man for hurting xem.

Xe chirps—the first time she’s heard that from xem—and reaches up. Scooping xem into her arms, she hears a startled squeak before xe tucks xyr face into her neck.

“Let’s get you a coat and some food, okay?”

Carrying xem down the hall to the meeting point, she spots a mimic through the window. Winter. Winter notices the pup, then runs towards the den.

Mealtime is simple. Since the mimics here have the support of their friends outside, they don’t rely on them, so it’s more of a nice gesture than anything else. Just an offering given outside the door, by a flat stone.

A flat stone that has become part of a stone floor. Under a canopy. With a couple pillows to sit on—pillows they made, though she isn’t sure if they took them out of their home or made them for it.

Remedy shows up at the meeting point instead of Winter.

There’s a pup in Gentleclaws’ arms. Clearsight already told nem, but there’s a difference between hearing about their new packmate, and seeing em.

Deathstalker can’t even ask what happened to the pup as ne scoops em into nir arms, not in words Gentleclaws will understand.

The pup cries. Ey cry, and reach for the human. Growling softly, ne gives em back—ey freeze. Stare at nem, before looking up at Gentleclaws. Waiting.

Waiting, and when nothing happens ey take a slow, even breath. Press eir hands against eir neck and breathe.

Ey growl. Just for a few seconds, just long enough to be heard… before hiding eir face in nir coat.

It’s frustrating. Not being able to ask what happened to em is frustrating.

The pup growls again after a few minutes. Softly, quietly, but it grows louder and louder until it’s a steady rumble. It doesn’t seem uncomfortable, given that ey’re clinging to Gentleclaws, not struggling in nir hold or trying to bite nem.

The back of eir neck has writing on it. Human writing. Deathstalker hisses, digging claws into the back of nir neck even though ne knows there isn’t anything there.

Rainchaser is their only packmate with a mark like that, and thon was kept as a pet. The pup was a pet.

Ne growls. Growls, and the pup just looks at nem curiously, reaching for nem until ne shuffles closer. Pats nem on the head twice.

“I have to go,” ne says, looking over at the box of gifts for the first time this meeting. “If the pup isn’t back tomorrow I’ll break the windows and find em myself.”

Gentleclaws doesn’t understand nir words, so ne nudges the pup closer, as if giving em to nem for safekeeping. Gives em one of the strange fish from the box. Takes off nir coat, draping it over the pup.

Ne’ll survive the walk to the den without it.

Violet gives xem some more food, then heads to Remedy’s old room. The last one to use it was the pup with the fever, but Remedy stayed with xem the entire time, so it still feels like xyr room.

It still has the blankets brought by the other mimics when Remedy was new, and the extra pillows from when the pup was sick. Mostly because they refused to let them be returned.

Also, it has a window the other mimics can look through. Little snaps (she really needs to come up with a name for xem) peels back the curtain enough to see outside. She opens the curtains.

She arranges the blankets, lets xem keep Remedy’s coat, and tucks xem into bed before lying down herself.

Slowly, carefully, xe scoots back, until xyr back is against hers. She turns around, hearing a little squeak of surprise when she wraps her arm around xem.

It nudges back, carefully. If it’s noticed….

Pain always stayed outside, always made it so they could hurt it but it couldn’t touch them. Holder is better than Pain, it knows, but Holder might not want it to touch them. Not all the time.

And. And if it isn’t wanted…. Maybe. Maybe they’ll give it to someone else, someone like Pain, and it—

Not Pain. Not again.

No more collar means no more Pain, right? No one like Pain? Pain always liked to pull on its chain, to knock it over or just remind it they could, but if there’s no collar there’s no chain and that means it won’t get someone like Pain even if Holder doesn’t want it? It. It doesn’t want Pain.

Not Pain. Please, it—

Breathes. Breathes, gripping the metal thing in its hand until it hurts. Breathes, slowly, evenly, trying not to make any noise. Because making noise after dark is BAD, especially when it’s alone, and sleep counts as alone.

Making noise after dark is BAD. The first time Pain hit the bars of its cage and yanked the chain hard enough to scrape it along the ground was enough for it to not need a second time.

Waking up Pain was BAD, and it really doesn’t want to know what Holder would do.

It presses its back against theirs, trying not to make a sound of relief when nothing happens. When nothing happens even after it counts up to ten with its fingers.

But. But they move. They move, and it tries not to make the Bad sound, but they hold it, hold it, and it fits right there.

It fits in their arms, back against their chest.

It fits.

So it falls asleep. It falls asleep, rumbling a soft growl, and imagines Holder pulling it closer. Imagines Holder squeezing it, gently, making nice soft sounds while it melts into the bed.

It could be its old bed—a solid shelf padded with whatever it could use—and it’d still melt into a deeper sleep than it’s ever had.

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Character Masterpost

Doodles mostly from this

#paintcrab settings: mimzomworld #mimzom gingersnap aka sharpteeth #mimzom violet #mimzom deathstalker #nonhuman whumpee #ex-pet whumpee #ex pet whumpee #original story #paintcrab writes #nonhuman caretaker #because deathstalker #caretaker new master #language barriers #rescued whumpee #young whumpee #recovery whump #medical whump #paintcrab’s whump collection

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melissa-titanium · 9 months ago

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wrghfhf OKAY UHMM

where does trout live? and does she have any family living with or near her? or in general

ive seen the dragonss big dragon world where does she fit in there. like what is she. what is their society like if they have one. would she interact with other animals or would her society be kept to others like her?

i sawww something mentioned about her being a past life to. uh. i forgot their names i know mel is there but how did she die if she does and also if its not the same where did she get the scar?

also not technically a question and also not about trout but kinda do u have a picture of mel's sister i saw u mention her and i was interested. u know me. u know how i feel abt siblings.

whos her fishy familiar whatre they like. are they more like a pet or a friend or both?

ive been using periods as question marks whoops. also uhm what is her relationship with all the other ppl and. their lives and whatever

whats her favorite food? color? animal? what is she interested in? what are her hobbies? yknow the basics

i know shes. trout. and those are freshwater. but does she like whales? like whale whales. im just curious. actually how does she feel about whales, sharks, even orcas. stuff like that.

OMG. OMG. OMG. WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK. WAIT. WAIT WAIT. IM FUCKING C;RAZY THANKUOU SO SO SO OSOS M UCH I LOVE ANS;WERING SHIT ABOUT MY STUPID OCS *CRIESSSSSSSSSSHGIJGFKGSERIJ*

where does trout live? and does she have any family living with or near her? or in general

OK SO FUNNY THING ABOUT REPRODUCTION IN MY WORLD. there doesnt actually need to be Two parents to Make A Child Exist. there can be one. three. twelve. billions. doesnt matter. because the source of life in this world are called lovebugs that essentially incubate souls that are ready to be recycled... the only motive they need to initiate the incubation process is some form of desire from an outside source to have that thing Exist, and boom, it will.

so basically, she doesn't have any "biological" family. lovebugs didn't incubate her soul because anyone wanted them to, it was basically like. okay. you know jesus? from the bible? yeah. that's basically what happened to trout. except whats different about her is that she was born from... like... the will of the god of the universe herself (cadie, cici. yeah the god of my universe is my cat) and somewhat from the people of that world at the time.

basically the desire of the masses to have the return of magic culminated so much hope and "desire" into existence that trout just... boom. became real.

to ACTUALLY answer your question though, trout doesn't actually have parents. she hopped across orphanages and foster homes until she was able to bind her soul to an object (long story) and then, seeing her power, the higher status seaskimrs kind of adopted her like "hey she would make a great personal guard to the royal family"

the closest thing to family though? oryx. he's her anxious deranged ghost uncle who projects his existence onto her through time bullshit soul magic.

OMG OK WAIT SO . FUNNU THING ABOUT THIS. TROUT'S ERA HAPPENS AT THE V E R Y END OF MEL'S SOUL THREAD... MEANING MOST OF THE DRAGONS ARE GONE BY THIS POINT. but AHAAAAAA WAIT !!!! since the world exploded, set on fire, exploded again, and then Flooded (thats why seaskimrs, creatures like trout, are the most populous intelligent species on the planet) tasreradian society managed to sustain some of their society, but alot of it was still lost (the current tasrerads don't even know that the shore dwelling tasrerads existed)

to the seaskimr society, tasrerads are something of lorekeepers. now having to go deeper into the ocean, they've become long-living megafauna. not a SINGLE tasrerad is left from mel's time, but a good ass portion of their history is written in ye olde dragon runes. seaskimrs don't interact a whole lot since tasrerads dwell very very deep in the ocean and rarely come up... but they're chill when they do! trout was born during the period of time where tasrerads come up for their routine (every decade? not sure!) transaction of knowledge. the tasreradian elder take great interest in telling stories to seaskimr younglings, and trout never forgot a single tale.

i sawww something mentioned about her being a past life to. uh. i forgot their names i know mel is there but how did she die if she does and also if its not the same where did she get the scar?

OMG OMG SHES !!! SHES ATUALLY MEL'S FUTURE LIFE iamsosorry if iworded that wrong somewhere i know i always say mel's past lives when in reality mel has One past life. everyone else comes after. help me. i need to finish the loredoc ohhhh my god

SHE !!! well. kind of dies? more like gets punted into purgatory after literally becoming god at some point for a reason i havent really worked out yet. we'll get to that *smiles*

AS FOR HER SCAR..... equally a little vague. in her old story, she got mauled by. this sounds insane but also all of the aquatic creatures from the past eras got like dangerously bigger. she got mauled by a HUGE FUCKING TROUT which earned trout her name!!! (yeah i think in her old lore getting mauled made her transition . ? help)

in her new lore tho. i think it would make the most sense for malibu to be the one to dismember & scar her? or maybe mel. tho i think malibu makes more sense. malibu being burned on accident and being like I NEED TO GET BACK AT THIS BITCH. because to trout, malibu is a reminder of her terrible curse & to malibu, trout is a reminder of a terrible experience that basically lead to the death of her grandmother (a whole other story so i'll just leave it at that)

regardless. unlike mel, she never gets a prosthetic :)

also not technically a question and also not about trout but kinda do u have a picture of mel's sister i saw u mention her and i was interested. u know me. u know how i feel abt siblings.

HELL YEAH I DO!!!!!!!!!!!! i havent finished her ref yet Sigh but.... the queen <3 epic spoilers! she's the one who kills mel :)

whos her fishy familiar whatre they like. are they more like a pet or a friend or both?

IM GONNA BE HONEST I HAVENT TOTALLY WORKED THIS OUT YET !!!

it acts as something of a... puppet. an entity that can pass through time to act as a gateway, HER gateway, to the past. which is where she meets oryx! the soulless remnants act as entities outside of time, so when she befriends one (this funny little fish who i dont have a name for yet LOL) she's able to puppeteer it's body and project herself and some of the world around it (including her voice!) into the past. which is how she's able to hear, see, and communicate with oryx. does that make sense? LOL

BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION. it's both :) trout is a "roll with the punches" kinda gal so she didn't really question the presence of half-existing entities that only she could see and just interacted with them as she would with a normal not dead person.

ive been using periods as question marks whoops. also uhm what is her relationship with all the other ppl and. their lives and whatever

HM HM HMMM. okay let me think.

mel - she feels pity for him at first. imagine existing for that long, literal eons stewing in your hate, refusing to let go of a grudge for people that have long forgotten about you? she essentially manages to talk him down from the ledge, something mira failed to do all those eras ago.

the reason trout came in the very last thread of mel's soul is because of how similar the two are. mel surpressed the "trout" part of himself so ferociously that she literally could not exist until oryx BLOCKED HIM from influencing her time in any way shape or form. mel hated, HATED, HATED trout, more than he hated his mom, those who looked down on him, the world, more than he hated himself. which is why his reconciliation with her is such a crucial part of both their character arcs, because truly trout is just mel in a less gristly, bloody font. he's like her deranged grandpa in some way.

when she resets the timeline he's glad to be the only one to remember her.

whats her favorite food? color? animal? what is she interested in? what are her hobbies? yknow the basics

food? she really likes spicy stuff. is eating tilapia cannibalism? maybe, but she doesn't really have a reason to care, all of her past lives were cannibals.

she REALLY likes green. like a soft, gentle sage. salmon pink is a close second.

she likes pufferfish and hammerhead sharks... she thinks theyre funny :)

BIG FAN OF MECHANICS AND BOMBS. bombs especially. it sometimes concerns her peers how excited she gets about stuff like the discovery of remains from those nuclear explosions several eons ago. she loooves pulling things apart and seeing what new stuff she can make with them. guns are a big second fave too! thats why her soulbound object (which can shapeshift. yeah she's a special one) is usually some kind of big impossible gun. she likes to try and dissect it and see how much of it is magic and how much of it is mechanics.

i know shes. trout. and those are freshwater. but does she like whales? like whale whales. im just curious. actually how does she feel about whales, sharks, even orcas. stuff like that.

SHE LOVES WILDLIFE. she's not like, crazy obsessed with animals but if you asked her if she wanted to go to the aquarium she would never say no. she likes predatory animals the most, i don't know if she would have ever seen an orca before but whales are a tasreradian delicacy so she's definitely eaten whales before, and likes to watch sharks sometimes.

ALSO WAIT FUNNY DETAIL. she's actually anadromous, which means she's both freshwater AND saltwater which is why she lives in the sea :)

#asks #headworld #anelysis #wow this ones a big'un #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY OCS I LOE OU MY FRIEND. BBBBBWALS

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guardianbeargaming · 1 month ago

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Oh I love this! Thank you for putting this together Mystery-Salad!

Olan Stone - Pan & Poly This character is Roleplayed as a Priory Arcanist, Pact Mage, Artificer, an ex-priest of the six & now a Convert to Raven and Wolf. It was fun taking him through a journey of discovery over a few years to figure all of that out with my friends & their characters. Olan's a soft nerd with plenty of trauma that he's still working through. & Luckily lots of friends.

Vellenay - Demi (currently an absolutely smitten lesbian for her human gf) This character is my current main for Roleplaying with my friends. She's a runt & gladium from Ash Legion (not a fan of hanging around charr territories, preferring her new warband of found family nerds & gremlins) and she's a Keeper within the Order of Whispers. (I started RPing with a big group in 2020 when Drizzlewood dropped. Tossing a charr spy into that mess was awful for her but amazing fun for me).

Huntsman Garen - Demi (& might discover that he can be Gay >:3c depending on how some personal future plotlines will go with some friends.) This guy is occasionally RPed as a Robinhood-like character. Seeking vengeance on the Ministry & nobles for the loss of his wife & daughter via an ignored centaur raid. Thanks to the Void outbreak & a few Kryptis portals though, his big band of thieves & highwaymen got depleted down to just a handful of lost kids. So now he's a single dad in the woods, helping 5 pre-teens & teens learn new skills (now trying to steer them away from thieving but they do like the shinys) and return to society when they're ready. It was also super fun crafting their big treehouse in my homestead. Can't wait to use it for a RP scene location.

Rick (pit fighting stage name = "Quick Rick") no last name. - Bi (& he found an amazing trans bf to settle down with). Another RP character of mine. A brash, jokester, gambling brawler and occasional thief (who's secretly an Order of Whispers agent (a small way to help keep an eye on some criminal activity)). Despite the tough guy persona, he's got a big soft spot for animals & has convinced his bf to let him adopt several pets (cat, fern hound, raptor, sand jackal, & a smokescale (Rick has multi-classed into Daredevil & Soulbeast)).

Pia Frostburn - IDK yet. Her sexuality & genders will be fun to discover as I RP her. >:3c Pia was in the Dominion & the Frost Legion. Was even on the team that helped build the Frost Legion Machine. And so she was able to offer some of that knowledge to the Astral Ward team that's trying to thaw out the people that's been frozen for over 4 years now. In exchange, she's given some magi-medical help for her de-frosted body & she can walk outside of the prison now as she helps out the Astral Ward. I'm looking forward to watching her go through some learning journeys, growing & making new friends, unlearning certain things that lead her to the Dominion before, and discovering her true self better.

🏳️‍🌈 SHARE YOUR LGBTQ+ OCS 🏳️‍⚧️

Hey GW2 gang, it's that time of year again, a celebration of pride and being ourselves! And within that celebration, I would love to see your ocs who fit under any part of the umbrella!

From trans to aro/ace to gay/lesbian/bi and everything in-between and beyond, please feel free to share and celebrate, so that we can all enjoy and see the wonderful community we're in!

Everyone who shares their ocs on this post WILL get a reblog and love. I am always in awe of and thrilled to see the variety of ideas all y'all have.

#gw2 #pride #RP characters #lgbtq+#charr #Olan #elementalist #vellenay #thief #garen #ranger #rick #pia #guardian

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makos-hotbox · 2 years ago

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Hiii, i messaged you and meant to send this to your ask box ages ago so sorry it’s been a minute! But my request (if you’re still taking them, totally understand if you aren’t) is König/Ghost (can’t decide) sitting and watching their wife do like a shopping haul of all the things she got and hearing her gossip. I love them being domestic and soft for their s/o. thanks!! 💕

LARGE FONT VER.

/ — first off, I hope you like it! I left the descriptions of outfits pretty vague so anyone with any style can enjoy without feeling like it wasn’t their style <3 also if your s/o doesn’t get on their knees to take in your beauty, drop em. /

… 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐘

`⌁ ◜ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩! ◞

Shopping bags dropped to the floor once you stepped inside your house. Greeting the fluffy gray cat on the floor, you picked him up and started searching for your husband. Not a moment later did you hear König run downstairs, still dressed in his pajamas from this morning.

König didn’t stop moving as he bolted to you and wrapped you in a tight hug. Causing you to drop the cat and burst into giggles as he placed random kisses all over your face. Behaving like a big dog who was happy his favorite person was home. Your hands caught his face before he could place another kiss on your cheek, placing your own kiss on König’s lips instead.

“I was only gone for a few hours.” You commented, playing with König’s hair as he swayed with you in his arms.

He grumbled a few German words, “I know… but I still missed you. Did you have fun with your friends?” König finally let you go from your hug, moving to grab your shopping bags and snoop through them.

You quickly scrambled to shoo him away from the bags. “Yes, of course I had fun! But I wanna show you what I got. What about a little fashion show?” Immediately, König sprang up in excitement, grabbing the cat and sprinting upstairs back to the bedroom to wait patiently for you.

It was a normal thing that the two of you did that he loved. You would go out on your own or with friends and go shopping. Buying various trinkets and outfits. König was always waiting for you to give him a little fashion show of what you got.

Grabbing your bags, you met him upstairs in the bedroom. His game was paused, and König was sitting there with the purring cat in his lap. He ushered you into the bathroom quickly so you could change.

Putting on the first outfit, you admired your reflection in the mirror before going outside to König. His face lit up as his eyes scanned over your outfit. You looked amazing in it, König’s breath was taken away. On top of that, he could see how much you actually liked it.

“Oh! Maus, you look absolutely breathtaking…” König’s legs bounced and twitched as he resisted bolting to you and smothering you with love. Only petting the cat further to keep calm. What can he say? He loves you just as much as he did when he first met you.

You giggled at his sweet reaction, doing a little spin to show off. “Thank you, love. This one’s probably my favorite. But I have a few more!” And before he could answer, you went back into the bathroom to change again.

The next outfit took a bit more time to get on; it was more form-fitting. But it would all be worth it in the end once König sees you. You even took the time to unbox some of your new jewelry to complement the outfit. Stepping outside, König’s jaw dropped once more.

The German stumbled over his words, not being able to think straight. Instead, he dropped to his knees. Still blabbering compliments as he took in the looks of his beloved wife. You burst out into a fit of laughter at his dramatic behavior. “Du bist schön!” It was normal for König to behave this way, and it never gets old.

Your husband always tells you he’d “fall over and die” if you ever felt like you weren’t pretty enough. Constantly giving you full-hearted compliments and showering you with love, so it doesn’t happen. He wants you to know how beautiful you actually are to him!

Below you, König gasped seeing the new bracelet on your wrist. A small charm in the center of it with his name engraved. He looked like a child in a toy store because of how big his grin was. “I got us matching ones.” You told him with a grin. König sprang up and immediately started begging for it; he loves the gifts you bring him.

Leading him into the bathroom, you took out the matching bracelet for König. Your name was also engraved on a small charm. König snatched the jewelry from you and immediately put it on his wrist. Staring at it like it was the best thing in the world. Other than his wedding ring, of course. “Thank you so much, I love it! Ich liebe dich!”

Wrapping his arms around you, König pulled you closer to him. His heart ached from his love for you, your beauty, personality, humor, voice — everything. It was all perfect for him. His gorgeous wife, whom he loved to boast about to his friends. It almost made him feel complete. Leaning down, König placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

The two of you stood with each other for a few moments, just basking in the other’s presence. Finally breaking the silence, you looked up at König. “Wanna see the rest of my haul?” A smile grew on the man’s face again, nodding his head. “Of course I do mein Schatz!” Letting go of you, he went back to sitting on the bed. An excited expression, ready for whatever outfit you appeared in next. His hand was toying with his new bracelet. König didn’t know what to expect from you, but he knew he would love it and you until “death do us part.”

— extra hc because why not;;

könig sometimes likes to just straight up give you his card. He’ll send you on shopping days so you can have time to yourself and spoil yourself. If you’re having a bad day, König will go shopping with you to help cheer you up. I like to think that gift-giving is one of his love languages.

edited 06/2026

REQUESTS:: OPEN

» 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠) … 𝐦𝐚��𝐲 𝐣. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞

#mw2 #mw2 x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty x reader #cod könig #könig #könig mw2 #modern warfare x reader #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #könig cod #könig x reader

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geeky-politics-46 · 3 years ago

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Dance For You/Birthday Boy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 27: Lap Dance with Sinister Strange (*yes, I’m going completely out of order now*)

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: Sinister reminisces on the first birthday he spent with you and your present that has since become a yearly tradition.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - swearing, pet names, striptease, fingering, vaginal sex, teasing, mirror sex, little bit of food play

"Happy birthday daddy!!!"

You were both woken up bright and early by your daughter bouncing up and down on your bed before tackling her father. It didn't take long for you to join her in the attack. Throwing yourself on top of him and smothering him in kisses and love. Nuzzling and purring into his neck like a cat.

Eventually even your daughter gave up and left, gotta love kids short attention spans, but you continued your attack. Silently telling Stephen that if your daughter weren't just outside, if she hadn't gotten up first, that you would still be waking him up to celebrate in your own special way. This year your birthday tradition would just have to wait until you got Donna put to bed.

He thought back to the first birthday he celebrated with you in his desolate universe. The first time you twisted his arm into celebrating and how he was oh so happy you did. He would never forget it. He would never trade your beautiful little girl for anything, but he did love the memories you two were able to make all over the Sanctum before she was born.

Your relationship was brand new and he had been hesitant to even reveal that it was his birthday. Unfortunately his worse than usual mood had tipped you off that something was up. After several hours of questioning you were able to get the truth out of him.

He had stopped celebrating everything after the incursion. What was the point? It was all just meaningless reminders that he was stuck there alone until the world collapsed in on itself. That he had no one to blame but himself for this.

Except now he had you. An enigma as to how or why you had fallen into his world. An even bigger enigma as to how he got so lucky as to have you fall in love with him, and him fall head over heels for you. Maybe he did have a reason to celebrate this year after all.

He could immediately see the gears start turning in your head. A mischievous smile coming over your face. You stood up on your toes and looped your arms around his neck. Leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips and one more on the tip of his nose.

"Well in that case, happy birthday Stephen."

You said in a sing-song tone of voice and batted your eyelashes at him before giving him one more sweet kiss. Then, just like that, you turned on your heels and sauntered away. He was immediately suspicious. You were trouble in the very sweetest way. A constant honey trap for the dark sorcerer. He watched you curiously from the corner of his eye the rest of the day. Waiting for you to spring whatever surprise you had put together for him. The only time you even made a reference to his birthday all day was when you popped your head into his study to ask if he wanted anything special for dinner. When he asked if you were planning something for dessert, say a cake perhaps, the only answer you gave was "you'll see".

All through dinner you smiled at him while he studied your movements. Whatever you had planned you were doing a very good job at throwing off his scent. Eventually he assumed maybe you just were planning some sort of cake or something. That he was just being paranoid. So by the time you did sneak away to prepare your surprise he had stopped watching your every move.

"Oh Stephen! Can you come into the bedroom pretty please?"

Your sweet voice carried through the Sanctum with the same sing-song tone as earlier. He closed his eyes and chuckled to himself, realizing you managed to pull one over on the great Stephen Strange. He knew from that tone of voice that he was probably going to enjoy your plan though.

"Coming my sweet, but I do hope you didn't go out of your way putting something together for my birthday. I'm not worth all the trouble."

His words died out as he entered the bedroom and found you standing there wearing one of his robes. You had dragged in a chair from the dining room and quickly pulled him over and pushed him down to sit in it.

You dropped his robes that you wore to reveal what you had hidden beneath. Not that you were wearing much to hide. He could practically feel his eyes pop from his skull like a cartoon character when he caught sight of you. Nearly bare except for thong panties with ties at the sides and two matching stick-on bows covering your nipples.

You picked up a little frosted cupcake with a candle on it. Lighting the candle before walking over and sitting down straddling his lap. He couldn't help the groan that came from his throat when he reflexively grabbed the flesh of your soft thighs.

The giant smile had not budged from your face since the moment he came into the bedroom. He knew he now wore a matching smile too. How could he not when he had such an amazing beautiful woman doting on him?

"Happy birthday Stephen. Make a wish and blow out the candle, then you can get your present."

He leaned in and quickly blew out the candle. Smiling up at you and giving you a quick kiss, but he clung tight to you when he felt you try to move to stand up.

“I thought this was my present darling. I can't think of anything I would want more than you, but I will never say no to a present from you."

A cheeky smirk on his face as he actively held you in place on his lap. You gave up your struggle momentarily. Opting to pull the candle from the cupcake and take the end of it that was covered in frosting and cake remnants into your mouth. Keeping your eyes on him as you sucked it clean before licking your lips and tossing the candle onto the dresser. Chuckling at the needy little noise he made.

You scooped up some of the frosting off of the cupcake and brought your finger to his lips. You had barely gotten to his mouth when he greedily stuck his tongue out to lick at your fingertip before sucking it in. Moaning at how the sweet buttercream mingled with the taste of your skin. He purposely took his time before releasing your finger. Making sure to lick at it the same way he always licked at your clit when he went down on you.

"Uh uh, my greedy birthday boy. You aren't going to distract me so easily. I never said I wasn't your present, but maybe I want to give you an extra special little treat too. Now you are gonna be a good boy for me right? Let me give you your present?"

He somewhat grudgingly let you get up from his lap. He secretly loved it when you got a little bit dominant with him. Mister big scary sorcerer secretly wanted to be such a good boy for you. He wanted to hear you praise him almost more than he wanted to breathe, and after your comments he was wondering if you knew it too.

He kept his fingers on your skin as long as he possibly could, until you finally stepped out of his reach to set the sweet treat down. Swiping a little bit of frosting off with your thumb and popping it in your mouth as you walked back towards him. You gaze never once leaving him.

"Now I want you to stay right there. Use your magic to turn on the music for me. The only rule is that you aren't allowed to touch until I give you permission. You got it baby?"

He groaned in protest but nodded emphatically, waving one hand toward the stereo. Soft music filling the bedroom. The bass vibrated through the heavy wooden furniture as you took your time moving back over to stand in front of him.

You had him right where you wanted him. Lust filled haze in his eyes and biting at his bottom lip. Slightly panting and bulge starting to strain the fabric of his pants. Squirming in his chair as he desperately tried to behave and stay seated. You knew he wasn't going to be good and follow your rules but you knew you were going to let him get away with it. It was his birthday after all.

Once you were about an arms length away from him you started to sway your hips side to side. Slowly letting them draw a figure eight on the floor as you drug your hands up your sides. Starting at your thighs and hips before drawing your fingertips along your waist to cup the sides of your breasts.

Letting your fingers push them together just enough that you could hear the rustling of the bows you had stuck to you. Your eyes falling closed as you finished dragging your arms up. Clasping your hands together as you stretched and swayed. Letting yourself feel the music. Trying to stay out of your head and not get self-conscious.

Any nerves you had vanished when you opened your eyes and saw the look on Stephen's face. He looked like he was about to fall to the floor and worship at your feet. Like he was completely hypnotized by your movements. It was fucking intoxicating.

You suddenly realized what all those Playmates and porn stars meant when they said posing naked or filming themselves getting fucked felt empowering. Having a powerful sorcerer looking at you like that, your man looking at you like that, that definitely felt empowering. His expression spurred you on as you started to walk closer to him.

Spinning around so your ass was in his face before shimmying it a little. Stepping your legs wide so you were standing right between his as you bent forward, hinging at your hips and leaning your torso as far forward as you could so your fingers touched the floor. Essentially shoving your pussy, and the probably now visible wet spot on your panties, in his face. When you heard him growl you grabbed a hold of your ankles and looked back at him over your shoulder. Watching him lick his lips as you started shaking your ass side to side again.

Keeping your back straight you ran your hands up your legs to your inner thighs. Then using one hand you gave your pussy a little slap, moaning at the buzz it sent through your body as you stood back up. Turning to face him again you brought the fingers you had touched yourself with to trace over his lips. Giggling when he tried to chase your fingers with his tongue. Clearly wanting a taste.

You took the opportunity to tease him a little more. Bringing both hands down to cup your still covered cunt. Trying his patience as you let your hips grind against your fingers. He could practically smell you now. After a minute of teasing yourself you let your hands move back up to play with the ties at the sides of your panties. Pulling them away, scooting them down a little, only to snap them right back into place.

"I think the birthday boy should unwrap his present now."

When you saw Stephen start to reach for your hips you stepped back out of his reach. Putting one hand on the center of his chest, you politely reminded him of your rule.

“Nuh uh, I didn't say you could touch. There are other ways you can unwrap your present than your hands."

You let yourself tug lightly at his goatee so he would get the message you were sending without thinking too hard. The bulge in his pants now looked like he may not have left much blood in his brain to think. Luckily that did the trick and he dropped his hands back to his sides, licking his lips again as he leaned forward and took the end of one of the ties between his teeth.

Pulling back ever so gently and watching as the string easily slid loose, undoing the bow at your hip. He watched the fabric start to fall away and before you could turn to let him at your other side he managed to leave a small nip on your bare skin. You knew it wouldn't be long now before he cracked.

You giggled and turned so he could untie the other side, reaching down to hold the scrap of fabric in place so that even once he untied it his prize was still hidden for a moment longer. He grabbed the other tie in his teeth and pulled it hard enough to make your whole body jerk forward. Making you laugh at his growing impatience.

Once he had gotten your panties untied you stepped back before pulling them away from your body. Letting the fabric run through your fingers before throwing them in his direction. You couldn't help the little moan you let out when you stepped your legs apart and started swaying again, watching his eyes zero in between your legs.

You let your hands come back up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently and feeling your arousal starting to dampen your thighs. Who knew your little striptease would get you as turned on as it would Stephen? Frankly you were starting to run out of patience too. So you let your fingers dance over the edges of the bows, the only thing you were left wearing, before one at a time pulling one off and then the other. Again tossing them in Stephen's direction as you walked back towards him.

Turning around so your back was to him, you placed a hand on each of his muscular thighs and bent your knees so you could roll your hips against the bulge in his pants. Thrusting your hips forward and back a few times to give him some extra friction. As you situated yourself so you were sitting across his lap you directed his attention across the room. You had positioned the chair to face the large floor length mirror adjacent to your bed.

You knew Stephen always liked to watch himself fuck you and this way he got two shows for the price of one. Once you had locked eyes with him in the mirror, you turned so your back was to his chest and spread your legs wide so they were on either side of his. Your entire body now on display for him. You leaned back and threaded an arm around his neck as you started undulating. Rolling your whole body against his.

Once he saw the way your cunt was glistening in the reflection you heard him gasp and his hands roughly grab at your spread thighs. You decided you had tortured him enough. It was time to let him play with his birthday present. You kept your movements going as you turned to kiss his lips whispering "you can touch now Stephen" into his mouth.

Immediately one hand wrapped around your chest to fondle your breasts and the other went straight to your pussy. Not saying a word before sliding two of his long thick fingers into your heat. Thrusting them in and out at a steady pace. Working to stretch open your hole for his cock.

"Forget touching sweetheart, can I fuck you now?"

He was nearly panting as he practically begged for what he wanted. This time you wouldn't make him wait. You reached down and started pulling at the pants of his robes. Surprisingly you managed to get them unfastened and pulled down to his mid-thighs. His cock springing free and coming up to slap right against your pussy.

He wasted no time in pulling his fingers from you and using your slick to lube up his cock. Pressing his shaft against your folds to add a little more wetness. Your undulations turning to short thrusts as you rubbed your cunt up and down against his cock. Both of you watching through the mirror as he brought both his arms around your middle. Clearly signaling he wanted you to be the one who slipped him inside of you.

Just to get a little extra reaction from him, you leaned forward so you could spit down on where his cock rubbed against you. Hearing a throaty "fuck" from him you knew your action had the desired effect. So you reached down and lifted your hips just enough so that his weeping head was positioned right against your entrance. Smiling at him in the reflection as you slowly sunk down on his cock all the way. Moaning loudly in unison at the feeling. Your mouth falling open at the stretch as you started to work yourself up and down his cock a little at a time.

He found it hard to look away from the image in the mirror. Watching himself fuck the most gorgeous woman, who he was quickly growing to love more than he had ever loved anyone. The woman who made sure he had a good birthday even if he would rather forget the whole day. Seeing your face racked in pleasure as he started to thrust up into you.

He tightened his left arm around your waist as he dropped his right hand to rub your clit. Watching your beautiful tight little hole take his cock over and over had him closer to climax than he wanted, so he needed to make sure he took you with him.

"You're gonna make me cum honey. Don't wanna cum if you don't. Tell me you're close baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

The only response you can manage is a frantic little nod and a series of squeaks as he bounced you even faster on his cock. When he switched from rubbing your clit to giving it a series of sharp little slaps he felt you start to spasm around his length. He swore he would never get over how tight your little cunt squeezed him when you came and how much wetter you get. It felt like he was making your pussy cry with how good it felt. He also loved that it let him pound you that much faster and that much harder right after you came.

Only a few more thrusts and you could see his balls start to twitch in the mirror as he bit down on your neck. A grin breaking onto your face as you felt his cock throb inside you, shooting rope after rope of thick warm cum into your waiting heat. Shoving himself as far inside of you and pulling you as tight against his chest as he could.

As you both came down from your highs you nuzzled against each other trying to catch your breath. Small little whispered 'I love yous' spoken into each other's skin and sealed there with a kiss. He loved that in this position he could hear your pulse thumping and slowly coming back down to it's resting rate. He held you there, with his cock still nestled inside you, letting you start to curl into his chest until you both started to breathe normally again.

With a wave of his hand the rest of his robes vanished and he scooped you up in his arms. Carrying you bridal style over to the bed. Laying you down and snuggling you into his side. His fingers brushing through your hair as you drew little shapes on his abdomen.

After a contented sigh you nuzzled into his neck and looked up at him. Pleased to see the relaxed happy grin on his normally stoic face. You loved seeing this softer side of him that seemed to be coming out more and more often. Placing little kisses along his jaw before sitting up and looking at his gorgeous face. Happy and a little love drunk.

"I hope you liked your little birthday dance Stephen. I know I'm no Dita Von Teese, but hopefully it was titillating enough. If nothing else, hopefully you enjoyed the treat after the dance."

You leaned down to kiss him again before getting up to go get the cupcake you had discarded earlier. Carrying it back over to the bed and sliding back into your birthday boy's arms. Peeling the wrapper from it and holding it out for Stephen to take a bite.

He indulged and bit into the soft fluffy sweet dessert. Humming at the confectionery delight. His mind marveled at the possibility that you could whip up something so delicious in this dilapidated place. At the possibility of something as perfect and beautiful as you not just existing but thriving in this place. He was in awe of you, and you were all his.

"Everything you have done for me, tonight and beyond, has been perfect. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that next year I'm getting you a giant martini glass to dance in for me."

You started giggling and he fell apart with you. Laughing and sharing kisses. Celebrating a day that he had been hoping to completely avoid. Now he never wanted it to end.

"But, as for this birthday..."

He took the cupcake from your hand and pulled the sheet away from your naked body. Suddenly he smeared the frosting all over your chest before leaning across to set the cupcake on the nightstand. Pulling back to kiss your lips before moving to position his body directly over top of yours.

“I don't think I'm done celebrating just yet."

Without warning he attacked your chest. Working to lick off all of the frosting he had decorated you with, before adding even more using magic. He wanted to spend the entire night celebrating, just the two of you. --------------------------------

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elvendria · 2 years ago

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NOTICING YOU - e.m x fem reader Part Three

tw: Reader is a cynic who doesn't believe in love, Claudia Henderson isn't the best :/ (is that a trigger? idk.), big sister acts like a parent, smoking, insomniac (??kinda if you squint??), swearing, jealous!Eddie (if you squint), pet names

word count: 4710

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

Y/N'S POV

"So, were you able to get through to someone to get your car fixed?" Mom asked. I told her the conversation I had over the phone with Eddie and explained that he'd be here first thing in the morning to collect the car and take it to the shop.

"First thing? But they're always swamped with cars on a Saturday. I thought you wouldn't get seen till Sunday, Monday at the latest." Mom said.

"Same here," I attempted to stifle a yawn but failed. "I've to be up early so uh... goodnight." I turned around and walked away.

I was never close with Mom, and then things kicked off with Dad.

I guess it was then I realised I wasn't as close with either of my parents as I had thought.

I padded down the hall towards Dustin's room in my bare feet, the feeling of the cool wood underneath my feet relaxing me with each step. I passed by my room to see Tews sitting on my bed cleaning herself. I hate that cat and I have no idea why my mom loves it so much.

That's not to say all cats are bad, I just don't like this particular cat.

Knocking on Dustin's bedroom, I waited to hear him say "It's open," before opening it slightly and sticking my head around the door.

"Goodnight boys," I smiled at them, all gathered around together talking about god knows what.

Mike, Will and Lucas will always feel like little brothers to me, I've known them so long. It felt weird seeing them as a trio, and a part of me missed seeing Will around the place. I hope he's happy in California.

"Night Y/n!"

"Thanks for letting us stay over!"

"Sleep. Soon." I said pointedly, "Just because you're in high school now does not mean you are to be up all night. You'll just end up being super tired tomorrow."

"But can't we just have-" Dustin started.

"Dustin the last time you had coffee you went nuts. Not happening again under my watch." I said, leaving the room

"Technically we're under Mom's watch," He mumbled back defeatedly.

I stuck my head back around the door, giving him a look that blatantly said 'Really? Moms' watch? Have you ever even met our mother?' before he groaned causing me to laugh as I exited the room.

Sometimes I love to play the authoritative big sister card just to mess with him, it can really piss him off.

I didn't know how what time 'first thing' was, I'm grateful and all but couldn't he be a bit more specific? Either way, I was going to need to get to sleep so I could wake up early. I set my alarm for 7:30 am, which isn't even a time that should exist on a Saturday morning, so I could get up and be ready for when he calls. I had switched off the handbrake and managed to push the car till it was outside my house. Could've done with Robin's freakishly strong arms but she had her Family Video shift, plus I'm fairly sure I earned a few muscles of my own.

Changing into a pair of old biker shorts and an oversized misfits t-shirt, I crawled into my bed and lay on my side, willing sleep to come, but my head was so full of thoughts it was like there was no switching it off. I lay like that until I could hear everyone in bed, and the faint sound of my mother's snoring echoed through the halls.

When I was certain that she was asleep, I snuck out of the house and sat on the swing bench on our porch, curling my knees up to my chest underneath my shirt and resting my head on them.

There was something about the nighttime, the way the town went silent. As a kid, I used to believe that because it was so quiet, everyone would be able to hear the slightest noise you make. On nights like these, I sometimes wonder the same thing.

Except now I know about science and the speed of sound, so the idea is a complete fantasy.

Sitting on the bench, lighting up a cigarette from my stash that kept my hands slightly warm. I looked out at the sky, not seeing a single star. Not seeing anything but the faint glow of the street lamps from down the road. There was a faint breeze that wrapped around my ankles now and again, but other than that it was a warm night, unusually warm for October.

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I sat there until I could see orange streaks beginning to paint the sky. So much for trying to get some sleep. I unfolded myself from the swing and walked to my room, careful not to wake anyone. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 7 am. I could try and get a 30-minute nap in but knowing me, I'd sleep past my alarm.

I took a shower, scrubbing the smell of the night air off my skin. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel the steam rise around me, but I didn't have the time. I turned off the water, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and then made my way to my room to start getting ready.

I debated drying my hair but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with the frizz today (I never am). Pulling on a low-cropped white shirt, black ripped jeans and combat boots, I got changed and grabbed some cereal before sitting on the couch and reading. By the time Eddie pulled up, my hair was almost dry but still damp in places.

The doorbell rang and I looked at my mother, not surprised to find her fawning over that stupid cat once again. I got up and answered the door, a part of me freaking out before remembering why he was here.

"Hi," I said quietly, fear washing over me as I suddenly realised this was my first time talking to Eddie, face to face.

"Hey," he replied equally as sheepish. Was something wrong? Had I done something?

His eyes moved down towards my exposed waistline, and I desperately wanted to grab a hoodie to cover up.

He must've found the shitty brown carpet very fascinating because he couldn't seem to look away from it. "So the truck is parked out front, I've hooked your car up to it and everything, I just need you to come down to the shop to fill out some stuff." He told me. I figured I'd have to go to the mechanics at some stage today, I just didn't think it would be so soon.

"Do you want a coffee or something before we go?" I pointed my thumb towards the kitchen, the mannerisms that my grandmother drilled into me coming into play again. He looked up, our eyes holding each other and suddenly I felt like there was a magnetic in each of his eyes, drawing me in closer.

From where we were standing you could see beside the kitchen, where my mom was sitting there, talking to Tews like it was a human baby.

"Uhm, maybe some other time?" He said, suppressing a grin.

"Yeah sure,"

Had I just 'yeah sure' d the idea of coffee with Eddie Munson?

"I'll grab my mom's car keys, just hang on two seconds." I turned towards the living room where my Mom was sitting, combing the cat with an old comb of mine.

"Um, there's room up the front of the truck if you want to ride up there with me?" He asked me, "It might be a bit easier."

I turned one more time to look at my mother, who was now singing lullabies to this freaky cat before agreeing.

God, I miss Mews. Now that was a cat who did not like to be coddled.

Just as I was about to pull the door behind me, my mother called out. "Remember you're trying on dresses for homecoming this afternoon! We'd better hurry or all the good ones will be sold out!"

My heart dropped and I wanted to strangle her. I prayed to whoever was up there that Eddie hadn't heard her.

I threw my book bag over my shoulder, I never liked to leave home without it. He opened the car door for me and waited till I was in okay before running to check that everything was hooked up properly. While I was waiting for him, I sat noticing all the little details in it. Things like his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, or a few jumbled-up mix-tapes sitting in the glove box and in the pockets on the driver-side door. A black bandana was thrown across the dashboard, most likely the one that Eddie carries around all the time.

What surprised me most was the pack of hair ties hidden underneath his rolling papers. Although I guess when you have as much hair as he does and work as a mechanic, tying it up is more of an occupational precaution.

He opened his door and threw off his coat before jumping in. He grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back, and I tried my hardest not to look as every muscle in his arm flexed. Made all the more visible by his grey muscle shirt, his tattoos on full display.

"Buckled up?" He asked me, I nodded as I closed the seat belt around myself. He did the same and then started up the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel and another on the gear stick, right next to my knee. Every so often there'd be a bump in the road and his knuckles would graze against my jeans or my exposed knee, sending off shocks from where he touched me.

The silence was deafening, the only noise coming from the metal music on his radio. It was a bunch of different bands which made me think it was a mix-tape. I was going to say something, compliment the music, but Eddie beat me to the punch before I could open my mouth.

"So, you're going to homecoming?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road. There was a tone to his words that I couldn't quite decipher, almost nervous.

"Um. Yeah," I fidgeted with my hands in my lap. "last year and all that, figured I'd see what all the fuss was about while I still can."

"And uh," His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes unwavering from the road ahead, "and do you have a date?"

My chest tightened and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe given the thickness of the air around us.

"No, it's just me and Robin," I said lowering my head, suddenly very fascinated by my hands, "We'll probably both just sit on the bleachers till 10 pm before figuring out some way home."

"Good," he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I had so many questions, but a few stuck out in my mind.

Was he happy I wasn't bringing a date? Or that I wouldn't be dancing?

"Are you going?" Why had I asked that?

"No, it's uh," He chuckled slightly, "Not really my scene,"

I don't know why my blood felt cold and my heart sank as he said this, but they did.

Master of Puppets by Metallica came on, and I started tapping my foot quietly, letting the questions and feelings fade with every strum of the guitar. Dad hated this song, but I always thought it was a good one. Hearing it again after so long caused goosebumps to make their way across my skin.

"Come Crawling Faster,"

I thought I was singing under my breath, but that last line came out louder than expected. I sat there and prayed he hadn't heard me.

"Obey Your Master," He sang back, a smirk plastered on his face.

His voice sent tingles down my spine and makes the hair on my arms stand upright, leaving me with goosebumps all over my skin. He was so close to me that I was almost certain he could feel the tension rising within me.

He looked like he was going to say something, but then we turned onto the gravel path leading up to the mechanics, and the moment was gone.

Why does he make me feel like this, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Crushes are for girls in middle school and people with their heads in the clouds.

Maybe it was just because he was helping me out with the car. Yeah, people find plumbers and firefighters hot all the time, it's just because they're providing a service.

Not that I find Eddie hot. I mean he is very attractive, and when he stretches his arms it makes me feel all weird inside, but I am most certainly not attracted to Eddie.

The truck came to a halt outside the workshop. Eddie jumped out of the truck and rushed around to my side just as I was opening the door.

"Here, it's a bit of a step-down. I'll give you a hand." He said. I swung both of my feet out as he held the back of my arm with his large hand, and I would've been fine.

But I'm me, and I have to fill my daily awkward quota.

I started to climb down, my back to Eddie as I side-stepped out of the van, the coldness of his rings sending mini shockwaves from where he held my arm and wrist when my ankle went from under me, making me fall sideways.

I squinted my eyes, sure that I was going to hit the pavement. An absolute goner that was going to end up in the hospital before dying of pure embarrassment. But the ground never came to meet me.

Instead, I was pulled tight against something, a pair of arms wrapped around my back and legs. It felt like all the breath had left my body, and a strong smell of cigarettes and sandalwood filled my nose.

I opened my eyes as Eddie gripped me to his chest, looking down at me as he held me bridal style. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his dark orbs explored my face.

I don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but he rubbed his finger in circles across my knee where his hand gripped my leg. The air felt electric, almost as if it could shock us both if we moved. His arm was on my back and I was glad it wasn't a few inches lower.

I was almost certain his dark eyes flickered down to my lips and lingered for a second, before quickly returning to look me in the eye.

We looked at each other in silence. I felt his hot breath fan my face and caught the smell of mint. I was almost certain he was going to say something, but he just cleared his throat.

"Sorry,"

"Are you okay?" He said at the same time as me.

"Oh uh. I'm okay." I stammered through my words, "Thank you."

We looked at each other again, and a small part of me didn't want him to put me down, but that idea was quickly erased from my mind when Eddie cleared his throat again, gradually lowering me till I was on my feet. I could tell that the awkwardness I was feeling was mutual as we both shuffled our feet.

The workshop was on the other side of town, it was a long walk home without the car, and I didn't want to trouble Eddie with driving me home. But it was like he was reading my mind because the next thing he said was,

"You should come in and sit down," He motioned to the desk and chair beside him, piled high with paperwork. "It's supposed to rain on and off all day. I'll drive you home after I take a look at this baby." He unhooks the car from the truck before pushing it into the shop.

"Oh, thanks. You don't have to." I replied, moving towards the desk and placing down my book bag, desperate to keep the nerves out of my voice.

"My pleasure." He smiled.

He bent into the driver's side, fiddling for something.

"Oh, there's a knack for popping the hood, here I can-" I started, but before I could finish he had done it, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie looked at me, and suddenly the concrete floor became very interesting, "Just a bit of pressure and some elbow grease should do the trick." He says, climbing back out of the car.

He opens up the hood and takes a look as I sit down and place my bag on my lap. I want to ask if he minds me doing homework, but I don't want to look like I'm ignoring him or being rude.

"Ok so, " he started, and I suddenly felt a drop in my stomach. What if my baby was fucked, and I could never drive her again? What if all she was good for anymore was spare parts? I was so worked up about never being able to drive my girl again that I completely forgot about the guy inspecting her.

My freak out must've been clear on my face because Eddie's face became very soft and gentle,

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, it's only a faulty spark plug and wire casings. You're alignments a bit off and your transmission is failing, but it's nothing I can't fix for you. There are some other things here and there that I'll need to get some parts for, and no offence but your car is an older model so it might take a while to get them all." He gave me a small smile, easing my nerves slightly. Eddie sounded like he knew what he was doing, so clearly he did. Right?

"I'll be honest, none of that makes sense," I said, as he walks around and pulls out the chair for me. He's surprisingly chivalrous, opening car doors and pulling out chairs. I don't know what I expected him to be like, but it wasn't this. "I don't think she's ever been looked at after Dad renovated her." I sat in the chair and wonder why I ever thought my dad was a reliable person as Eddie walks into what I assume is a storage closet.

"Here," he says, handing me a radio and a box of tapes that were just around, "Pick out some music, I wanna see what you choose." He had put the car on a lift earlier and was in the process of raising her, a skateboard and toolbox beside him. Once he was happy she was at a reasonable height he dropped to his knees beside the board, then flipped himself over so he was lying flat against it, using it to push himself under the car.

I was flicking through the mix tapes he had when one stood out to me. Dad used to play it for Dustin as a kid, which in hindsight seems a bit weird but at the time it made him laugh and dance like crazy.

Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions started to echo around the building, and I hesitantly pulled out my economics textbook and attempted to try and understand this nonsense they tried to teach us, while Eddie just silently bopped his foot along to the tempo.

Silence passed between us as I attempted to do homework and Eddie tried to fix my car, the only sound surrounding us being the music from Eddie's radio. Once homework was completed I started on a piano lesson plan for Joanna Kelly, a girl who lived down the street from us, I gave her parents a discount given how nice they were to myself and Dustin growing up.

When that was over, I slyly pulled out a math notebook and began to work out my expenses. Eddie could try and sugarcoat it as much as he wants, but I knew this service wasn't going to be cheap. I mean, needing to get replacement parts? It's got to cost at least $2000+, which is definitely more than I make teaching kids how to play twinkle twinkle and three blind mice. I'd landed a job over the summer at the Hawkins Hypnotic Record Store, but only as a way to save up for college.

Now I'll have to apply for scholarships if I want any hope of getting into somewhere decent. That meant taking on more extracurriculars and writing a killer college essay.

Ms Kelly had advertised on the intercom the other week about finding someone to help out in the front office for extra credit. Looks like I was going to be taking her up on it.

I'm barely going to have time to breathe let alone sleep.

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Listening to Eddie banging and crashing around the car had me nervous, but only a small bit. Eddie knew what he was doing, his uncle didn't seem like the kind of guy to give Eddie a job based on familial connections.

Suddenly Eddie comes flying out from under the car, grease and oil covering his face and sweat glistening along his arms, his tattoos practically shining.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts about how much this was going to cost me that I didn't even notice him talking to me.

"Hey, Y/n?" He asked with a touch of confusion, "Hellooo?"

My head snapped to look at him, his voice bringing me to my senses.

"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind. Worrying about stuff y'know?"

He rubbed the grease off his face with a cloth and a soft grin, his eyes closed. I took this moment to examine him a bit further. He looked like he had strong arms, and his tattoos were kinda impressive and cool. I heard he paid his friend a 3 months supply of weed, and they did them with a pin and some type of ink.

But I don't know if any of that is real.

"What does a pretty girl like you have to be worrying about?"

Pretty girl.

The words bounced around my stomach before settling between my thighs. I squeezed them together as if on instinct, the words rolling over my skin like waves.

I remained silent, not too sure how to answer that, my mind was blank as I tried to ignore the sudden throbbing I felt.

A few moments pass by and Eddie sits up and looks at me, his hair coming loose from the hair tie.

"Hey, could you pass me the wrench? It's on the counter over there, it's the one with the round-"

"I know what a wrench looks like Eddie, I'll grab it now," I said shuffling around to the counter to look for it, silently loving the way his name felt on my tongue

5, maybe 6 minutes pass, and I've no luck. I had handed him a wrench, but apparently, it wasn't the right wrench. So now I was back staring at a workspace full of stupid tools with stupid names.

I hadn't even heard Eddie come up behind me until I felt his breath.

"Here, let me help" He spoke softly, "It's the least I can do,"

I wanted to tell him that he was fixing my car, and it was the least I could do to find the stupid wrench when suddenly his hand was on my waist as he moved to step beside me. His fingertips brushed off me like tiny flames searing into the exposed skin, and I knew what was coming next.

I tried to resist it, believe me. But I can't help it. I've never been able to, it's my number one weakness. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I braced myself.

His fingers trailed along the base of my back. I managed to suppress the moan, but that was about it. Like always I arched my back and jerked sideways in a fit of the most unattractive laughs you can picture.

Eddie didn't have to pull his hand away, I had already squirmed from his grip as he looked at me stunned. A toothy grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms.

"What was that?" He said laughing slightly.

Looking at him laugh made me laugh more. It was like someone flipped my giddy switch. I turned to the countertop and bent over on it, determined to catch my breath with my hands clasped behind my head.

"Oh god," I said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I just have a really ticklish back."

I couldn't see his face, but when he spoke he whispered,

"Heh, yeah," He said lowly, "That's definitely a first. I'll try not and accidentally tickle you in the future." I felt like he was grinning, but I was too embarrassed now to even look him in the eye.

I nearly made a potential sex noise in front of Eddie Munson.

After a bit of silence, I hear him say "Found it, it was a torque wrench I was looking for, sorry for the confusion."

His voice had become very soft, and once again we were wrapped in silence, only now it wasn't uncomfortable.

As the day went on, and while I was fretting over how I was going to pay for my car and most of the house bills, a few people came in to drop off their cars, barely exchanging words with the guy classed as the town freak. Eddie didn't look too bothered as they tossed him their keys before turning on their heel and walking away, but something told me deep down it annoyed him.

But what could I do? I doubt he'd want any consolation from me, he barely knows me.

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"Well, from the looks of things, the repairs shouldn't take more than 3 to 4 weeks. Maybe 5." He told me, which downhearted me slightly, I mean a whole month without my car? Maybe more? That was a whole month getting the bus to school, adding an extra touch of hell onto the day.

"Oh, okay. Would you be able to give me a rough idea of the price? It's ok if you can't, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I gave him a slight smile and watched curiously as he looked to the ground and walked behind the counter. He almost looked nervous.

"It's not going to be cheap, as you probably guessed, but luckily for you," He released a breath that sounded like he had been holding onto it for a while, resting his fist underneath his face "Flattery works with me."

I gave a small chuckle, relieved that he was easing the tension.

"I'll write up a docket next time you're here, we can sort something out then." He said calmly, moving to sit back in his chair. Meanwhile, my heart had started beating a mile a minute.

"Next time I'm here?" I asked curiously

"Yeah, next time you're free and I'm working on your car. It's kind of nice to have someone around who appreciates good music," He was flipping through papers on the countertop, and I was praying he didn't look up anytime soon and see the mixture of surprise and confusion on my face. He looked at the clock on the wall behind him and I saw that I had spent the whole day here, and it was almost 9 pm.

"C'mon it's getting late. Plus now you definitely can't walk home, it's too dark. My car is parked out front, I'll give you a lift." He pulled his keys off the rack and threw on his jacket that he took in from the back of the van earlier.

"Um, thanks. Means a lot." And suddenly I was back to tripping over my words in front of him.

He likes having me around?

He appreciates my music taste?

Edward Munson, what are you doing to me?

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 5 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst, fluff

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You and Kuroo have been dating all throughout highschool and now your in you first year of university

It’s a bit harder to see each other because of your conflicting class schedules

But when you did see eachother kuroo has been acting a big suspicious, ‘secretly’ glancing at his phone or always needing to head out early.

And you were going to get to the bottom of this.

You were just finished with your class, and you had plans to meet your boyfriend at the library so he could tutor you for your chem test that you on Tuesday. On your way over there, you got boba for both of you and some study snacks to get you through the session.

You arrived their first, which you didn’t really mind as Kuroo was usually a bit late to your study sessions (especially recently with his dodgy behaviour.) You decided to go over your recent class notes as you were waiting, which was pretty useless as you didn’t understand anything.

You actually met Kuroo bonding over chemistry, since it definitely wasn’t your best subject so in your first year your chem teacher suggested getting a tutor and recommend Kuroo Testuro the self proclaimed best ‘chemist’ in the school.

It’s been half an hour and Kuroo hadn’t shown up, you were about to call him until you saw a quite disheveled looking Kuroo who is heaving out of breath.

“Tetsu, what happened to you?” you exclaim with amusement.

“Umm I kind of got in a fight?” he said questioning himself “well not really a fight but a disagreement.”

“A fight? With who?” you said a bit too loudly, as the librarian gave you an obnoxious ‘shusshhhh’ glaring at you.

“It doesn’t matter babe.” he said nonchalantly “I see you have your electrolysis work out, why don’t we get started.”

“But what abo-”

“So what is positive, the anode or the cathode?” he asked distracting you from asking him about what happened.

You spent two hours going over all the topics that were going to come up on your exam, and you can’t lie and say Kuroo didn’t help you. However, you weren’t as focused as you were wondering what happened to him.

After your study session, you both went to your dorms. Sadly, you couldn’t share a room since your University didn’t allow co-ed dorms (and maybe if you did live together, you’d be able to understand his odd behaviour.)

Even though he was still in highschool, every Friday afterschool you and Kenma made sure to spend atleast an hour playing a game online together, and today it was minecraft.

“Kenma help, theres a creeper outside my door!” you screech frantically running around on game.

“One second Y/N” he murrmed

“Kenma, do you know what’s going on with Kuroo.” you inquire.

“What do you mean, isn’t he being his loud cat-like self?” he responded

“Well yeah of course, but recently he’s been on his phone ALOT, and always leaving our dates early or showing up late and stuff so I don’t know I thought maybe you’d know something.”

“Oh maybe it’s just that he’s been pretty busy with Hana right now.” he said nochalantly

“Who’s Hana?” you say, your eyes squinting.

“Oh you don’t know Hana,” he said a bit surprised “Ooops Kuroo’s going to be so mad at me.”

“Mad at you, what do you mean mad at you?”

“Um, I got to go by Y/N!” he said quickly

“But Ken-” the sound of him leaving the party cut you off, and now you were in more of a confused slump then you were before. What is Kuroo hiding? And who the hell is Hana?

Since you couldn’t go over to Kuroo’s dorm right now because of your universities weird curfew times, you decided the only thing you can do right now is call him. After a few rings he finally answered and you could hear his background was really loud.

“Um, Y/N this isn’t really the best time right now – ow shit.” he said frantically.

“Kuroo, what's going on it sounds like you’re at a rave. Wait are you at a rave?”

“No I'm not at a rave I'm just – Hana stop doing that.” he said trying to whisper the last bit.

“Who’s Hana, Kenma mentioned her on PlayStation tonight but he didn’t explain.”

“Kenma did what? God – Ouch “there was ruffling in the background before Kuroo finally “Sorry Y/N I got to go..”

He hangs up before you could respond. What is wrong with these boys today?

It was your study week break, so you don’t really go into school to do classes you just have to prepare for studying. Which was great for you, since you could actually get revision done without being distracted and you can avoid Kuroo whilst thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Kuroo didn’t message you anyways, which kind of sucked, since these chemistry notes aren’t going to learn themselves. You went over each of your topics that you need to learn and you’d say you were pretty much ready for your exams. So for the rest of the week, you didn’t have much to do. Kenma was pretty busy with volleyball and his high school life and your boyfriend was still being odd and you didn’t have any real close friends at Uni since you’re only a first year and Kenma and Kuroo were mainly all you needed anyways.

You chose to go on a date, by yourself, to your favourite bookstore café to have some ‘self care’ time. On the way their you heard a familiar voice shouting down the street, looking in that direction you saw your boyfriend yelling “HANA!” “HANA!” repeadetly.

Going over to him you said, “Kuroo, are you okay?”

“Umm hey Y/N...” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck “to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“The pleasure of being my boyfriend properly again,” you said smartly.

“Oh Y/N shit, im sorry about that” he apologised “I’ve just been really busy right now with Ha-”

“Hana.” you say rolling your eyes “Who is she?”

“I can’t really say Y/N, it was meant to a be a surprise.”

“A surprise for who?” you say

“Well fo-”

Before you can finish you say a loud ‘HISSS!’ Come from near your feet. “Hana! Thank god!” Kuroo said picking her up, but then dropping her again when she did a even louder HISSS at him. “Umm I really need to work on that..”

“So this is Hana.” you say a bit stunned “She’s a cat.”

“Indeed she is.” he said “ surprise...”

“You got me a cat?” you said still very stunned

“Indeed I did.”

“A feral cat?”

“Feral!” he said shocked “What do you mean feral!”

“Tetsu! She’s obviously feral!” you say reprimanded him.

“No she’s not! Look” he tried to pet her again and she nearly bit him and then sped off “Okay...maybe she is.”

Kuroo explained that he saw this cat one time outside of his dorm building and wanted to adopt her and give her to you as a gift. He’s been spending his time trying to ‘train her’ but every time it would result in Kuroo getting scratched up or him having to try and chase her around the city. You did appreciate the sentiment, however you reminded Kuroo that if he would’ve told you, you could’ve easily shown him that she was feral or if he listened to Kenma, then Kenma would’ve told him (which he did) that she was feral.

Kuroo did feel bad that his big plan didn’t work and he ended up looking like an idiot, not knowing the difference between a stray and feral cat. But you took him to a cat café as a little ‘pick me up,’ and promised him that for his birthday you’ll adopt a real cat for him.

An: this is basically a shit post but who cares 😃 Also am I the only that thinks that hana being a feral cat in the end is funny? Or is my humour that dry😭

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo angst #signedwithane😌

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Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

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