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Glories in Gunpowder and Parades- Cloud x Reader

Rebirth Retold Chapter 7

Spoilers for Junon chapter on rebirth but no important event spoilers

I really hate how they didn't put Reno in Junon in rebirth so I added him in a little. Next chapter will be a little shorter but will hopefully be up in the next week or so. Hope you enjoy!!

Minors DNI

Chapter 8

Masterlist

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The day for Shinra’s inauguration parade had finally come. When you woke from a restful sleep that morning in Under Junon you could almost feel the restless chatter from the citizen under the plate. The elevator had double the amount of security it usually did so there was no way your comrades would be able to slip up undetected.

The six of you stood huddled outside the inn brainstorming a way to get inside the fortress. Barret, being himself, suggested you just storm the elevator and force your way in, and as you can imagine no one agreed with him. You were about to suggest a plan using morph materia when Priscilla, that ninja girl’s friend, approached the group with a solution.

It must have been your lucky day. If you were under any other circumstances you’d never have the chance to see tough guy Cloud sitting upon Mr. Dolphin’s back as the took a lap around the lagoon. You were wildly amused along with the rest of the gang. Tifa whooped and cheered him in front of you; waving her arms enthusiastically in the air, shouting ‘you can do it’ and so on. Your inner war with the brunette finally disbanded. The conversation with Cloud in the bar allowing you to let go of the unwanted festering feelings.

Aerith was beside you clapped excitedly at the show and giggling away at the way his spiky hair flattened against his face as the drooped under the weight of the water. Barret was yelling to get in with it just behind you, you swore he was only crabby because he secretly wanted to storm the elevator. Red sat the furthest away from the water his tail standing rigid in a hook, the flickering flame causing little red dots in your vision before you looked back to Cloud’s skillful performance.

In truth, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Your e/c orbs dragged over the hard lines of his body that his wet clothing enhanced. His broad shoulders were deliciously on display, and the hard planes of muscle rippled along his back as he stroked through the water. Aerith nudged you in the soft spot between your hip and rips with her elbow leaning. She leaned in just close enough to whisper in your ear followed by a giggle at your expense. “You like what you see?” Your face flushed as you glared down at her, without any real heat. You watched your feet intently as you considered jumping into the sea yourself to cool you off.

You missed his final flourish trying to make a point that you weren’t ogling the man to Aerith. Moments after the rest of you rowed out to the boat he lowered, your makeshift elevator, and ascended into the winding halls of the Upper Junon fortress. Aerith volunteered to you to stay behind to wait for Cloud, another ploy to keep the two of you together. You grumbled about it but honestly at least you’d have a break from the perky girl’s pestering.

Five or six minutes later he emerged from the next room over. You waved your arm above your head lazily to capture his attention. You greeted him with a simple ‘hey’ as he approached you.

“Hey.” He shifted his weight from one side to the other.

“Thanks for the lift. They went this way.” You pointed your thumb behind to emphasize where the others went.

“Let’s get a move on.” You waved your arm to beckon him onward. With a huff at your insistence he trudged forward.

You kept your pace even and measured not too slow to lose him, but not fast enough to think you were eager. You didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention as you walked down the enemy’s halls. You eyed him up and down taking in the way his clothes and hair already appeared to be mostly dry already. The quiet was never uncomfortable around him, but you wouldn’t really be you if you didn’t poke some fun here and there. “So… do you ride on dolphins often, or are you just a natural?”

He faltered in his step before correcting the chip in his facade casting a glimpse over his shoulder before staring ahead once more. “It was…” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing to it.”

You rolled your eyes at his sense of bravado. “Always the showman.” At the end of the hallway the walls widened up into a square archway with subtle peeks of the great blue sky outdoors. “Up there.” As you neared the opening you could see your friends spread out along the steel platform gawking at the view.

You’ve seen The Sister Ray before but never this close, or from this angle. You leaned onto the metal fencing to get a good look you at it. You could see all the grooves and braces along its metal barrel looming out over the sea. The sun glared down onto its length making it hard to look at it long term, but it was a sight to behold. For a weapon of mass destruction, that is.

Cloud gripped at the railing next to you, leaning over it to look at the floor below. “Less security than I thought.”

“More worried about the parade?” Aerith asked from your side.

“Guess thing have changed.” You turned and leaned your back against the fence to see him properly. “They got higher priorities.” Barret replied.

“Personally, I think that’s a good thing.” Tifa said, and you’d have to agree. It was nice to see them focus more on spirit than war. Even if it was just to boost the newly appointed president’s ego.

Red padded up to side and sat back on his haunches rubbing against your leg in the process. “The city’s size on the other hand… the robed men won’t be easy to find.”

“Well they’re definitely not here.” Cloud concluded. “Let’s head into town.” He wasted no time as he started his climb up the number of staircases ahead of you, even taking two or three at a time. You waited for the others to go first except for Barret who insisted on taking the rear.

You climbed the steps just behind Aerith, the girl looking over her arm at you every so often. “Have you been here before?”

“A couple of times. Though I was only passing through.” You grabbed the smooth railing.

“Have you traveled a lot?” Tifa asked from her position a few steps higher than Aerith.

“Yeah, mostly just this continent and the next one over. Most of my clients don’t go farther than the saucer, though I have visited the ranches farther out.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting the top floor to look like, but you hadn’t expected it to be out in the open. The roof was wide and flat. Long enough to fit multiple airstrips. A few planes were stationed here and there near with a few designated pilots expecting each air craft. The whole place was packed with soldiers all lined up in rows and columns for practice drills. Each commanding officer stood at the forefront of their squad to give out orders.

You realize that the parade was a huge televised event, however you found it pretty odd that not one trooper noticed your not so subtle group wandering around in a restricted area. Were they just negligent in their duties or was your group expected to be here you wondered.

“Any idea what that is?” Tifa inquired. You shifted to see what she was referring to. An aircraft, far larger than any plane, ship, or truck you’ve ever seen, sat proudly at the front of the airway. Its wings spread wide across the surface, and the Shinra logo painted along its massive side. The sheer strength in its propellers, as they rotated rapidly along its axis, disturbed the natural force of the wind around the airstrip. along with may elite forces gathered around it.

“The Highwind.” Cloud explained. “Shinra’s pride and joy. The fastest, most advanced, airship in the fleet.”

“That explains the elite troops.” You added as you counted five, no six elite security officers circling around the vessel.

“Screw the boat.” Barret said. “Let’s take that.” Tifa nudged his sides as if to say ‘shut up’.

“Less you got a trained crew and piloting skills we don’t know about… we’re stickin’ with the boat.”

“That’s too bad. Would’ve been perfect.” Tifa sighed, clearly disappointed. You shared her sentiment. You preferred to travel by plane a hell of a lot more than boat. Planes were faster and less shaky. The constant swaying and creaking of sea travel reeked havoc on your stomach.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Cloud replied, his statement the end of the conversation as the six of you searched for a way down to the city.

You admired the layout and design as you walked. Every path was lined with royal red runners with a simple pattern embroidered along the edges in gold. Flags, with the Shinra crest printed on each one, of the same color waved around in the breeze. An army of soldiers, regular foot soldiers that is, covered every inch of this place. You could hear the cheerful laughter, and the fumbling of their rifles as they practiced their drills. A few commanders were berating their officers for stupid mistakes, or tardiness, each one on the receiving end all just answered with ‘sir, yes, sir’. You don’t think you’d would ever make it in a job like this. Blindly following orders wasn’t your style, and the disrespect each one puts up with under the guise of ‘discipline’ pissed you off. Whether your rank is at the bottom or near the top no one has a right to disrespect another human being. You line of sight quickly shifted to the back of the person in front of you, now face to face with the dark fabric of Cloud’s at the base of his neck. At one time was Cloud at the bottom of he barrel too, or did he qualify to start higher on the totem pole? It was hard for you to picture him in a trooper’s uniform taking the verbal assault from a higher officer.

What really didn’t make sense to you was why was every individual was okay with being treated this way. Why was it worth it to lay their lives down for a company that was willing to throw those very lives away to make money or regain control or simply to make a statement. You couldn’t possibly believe the salary was good considering all the officials of the company were scheming assholes. Did they truly think Shinra was a just employer or was it fear?

Cloud approached a terminal amongst a few consoles along a large wall and typed in a bunch of stuff like it was second nature. Once it lurched forward you realized the platform everyone was on was an elevator that led to the city. You stared at the terminal dumbfounded that it was so easily accessible. Sure, a soldier probably has access to most things in every facility, but can you imagine the sheer arrogance they have not to change any codes or procedures. Especially since they are highly aware that one left their employment, and is actively working against them. In your opinion that was a huge security liability.

“So Cloud, what can you tell us about Junon?” Aerith asked as the elevator churned downwards.

“It’s a key military outpost with its own offshore reactor. A critical line of defense against any seaborne assault. When needed, it can transform into an armed fortress. It’s strategic location, along with its air and seaport, make it second only to Midgar as the company’s most vital city.” He listed off the facts as if he was reading a menu.

“Huh, neat. Any good restaurants? Sights to see?” she asked.

“Uh.. maybe? I dunno.” You smiled. Of course he’d never sightsee. All business, this one.

“Ah, right. You’re not the touristy type.” She shuffled from one foot to the other as she looked out to what was beneath you.

“If you’re looking for great landscapes, you’ll like the bridge.” You answered in his stead, everyone turning to look at you while you talked. “Otherwise the main drag has lots of different stalls and vendors.”

“It’s so cool you know this stuff.” Aerith gushed.

You shrugged, “I pass through here often.”

Barret grunted from his corner of the elevator. “Hey just to be clear, you do realize we’re not here on vacation, right?”

“Of course I do!” Aerith huffed, annoyed he even thought she was slacking off. “Hey, look! What’s that about?”

You shuffled closer to the railing between where she was and where Cloud was settled in the corner, and peered over the ledge. The sharp instructions you overhead making more sense now that you were looking at the squad lined up beneath you. It didn’t pertain to you nor did interest you so you straightened once again and wait for the lift to finally reach the bottom. The elevator began to grind against the track as it came to a stop, and you all quickly shuffled off.

“Those troopers looked pretty psyched for the parade, huh?” Tifa pointed out.

“More like eager to prance around for their new paymaster.” Barret quipped. “Now I know what y’all are gonna say, but I gotta ask.”

“What?” Cloud asked flatly.

“If Rufus is in town, are we really gonna let this opportunity pass us by? Hell, I’m not sayin’ we kill the man- but we oughta at least give him a talkin’ to. Rough him up a little maybe, y’know?”

“Actually,” Aerith spoke up, “I’m gonna have to agree. First the turks say, ‘Do whatever-we’re not after you.’ but then Cloud’s biker buddy rolls up and says he is. We gotta straighten this out.” You recalled her discussion with Tifa on the way to Crow’s Nest pertaining this topic. It was a valid concern, though you wondered if Rufus cared about her at all. I mean think about it; they were following the robes too there’s no denying that. You had a hunch that it might be Hojo that wanted her back so desperately.

“Okay, but how?” Tifa asked, one hand perched on her hip. “We can’t just walk up to the president in the street.” That’s true. This group didn’t exactly blend in with a crowd.

Perhaps you could, but you weren’t so eager to paint a target on your back as well. After all you’d be on your own again eventually. “Or maybe we can.” Cloud said.

Barret bounced on his heels as he practically skipped closer. “We bust up his parade!”

Cloud pushed him back. “No, that’s how we die in a hail of bullets like a bunch if dumbasses. The city is crawling with Shinra’s troopers.” He paused before continuing. “We join the parade. Hide in plain sight. Get in, get close, get answers.”

“Seriously?” Tifa asked.

He between Aerith and Tifa. “Sure.”

“Wow, that’s good!” Aerith said with her finger pressed to her cheek.

“No argument here.” Barret crossed his arms, or well arm and his newest attachment.

“Barret, Red you guys find a route to the port; see what security is like. And keep an eye out for the black robes while you’re at it. Y/n, since they’re not looking for you, why don’t you try to get information in town.��

You nodded in agreement while Barret bullied himself into Cloud space once again. “Now hold up!”

“Fatigues won’t be enough to disguise you two.”

“True enough.” Red agreed.

Barret resigned with a mumbled ‘shuddup’ as Cloud looked over to you once again. “See you in a bit. I gotta go find a uniform.” You gave him a half hearted wave as he walked off with the other two. Aerith playfully pushing him on the arm and Tifa following after with her arm clasped behind her back. Barret and Red also quickly faded into the crowd of pedestrians wandering the great streets of the bustling city, leaving you there all alone.

*~*

The upper city Junon was generally a quiet and peaceful town to visit, though not everyone has had the privilege to see it. First and fore most Junon was a military outpost, like Cloud had said, so it had a smaller population than most places in Gaia. It’s residents made up of mostly army staff, researchers, sailors, and airmen to employ Shinra’s monopoly of transportation. Any others that wished to visit the city or sail to the next continent had to shell out a hefty sum for tickets and a permit to proceed through the fortress. However today, the narrow streets and winding alleys were jam packed festive tourists and plastered in tacky patriotic propaganda.

Royal red pennants, emblazoned with the Shinra crest, flapped with every salty sea breeze, identical banners hung at the entrance to nearly every establishment you’ve seen so far, signs and posters were on display across every billboard in town, and every single shop (conveniently owned by Shinra affiliates) had some kind of a promotions, featuring the guest of honor, to sucker their consumers into thinking they were getting a decent purchase or rate for their hotel accommodations. You’ve nearly spent half the day weaving through waves of frolicking tourists between the pop up stores and street attractions, and shrugging off the sloppy drunks trying to pick up anyone willing to go back to their room.

Everywhere you looked there was something special for the occasion: colorful face paint adorning the faces of passerby, life size Rufus Shinra cutouts around every corner, signed autograph cards from the open stalls along the streets, vouchers you could win in a raffle for a tour of the Shinra building in Midgar, and the list went on and on. If you hadn’t been given a task you’d have holed yourself up by now to escape the frivolity of the entire celebration. Nothing like an inauguration of a communist to really get people going.

Not that you’ve learned anything useful. The docks were off limit for the time being and even if you wanted to sneak in, every nook and cranny was heavily guarded. Even cruise ticket holders were restricted until after the ceremony. The few troopers that were actually on duty were unwilling to share anything of value. They just urged you to find a spot along the parade route or settle somewhere with a TV to watch the televised program with promises that you would see the president present the award to the best preforming squad.

With no leads elsewhere, you found yourself at a quiet little food truck along the seawall. It was old and clunky but disguised as ‘Rufus’s favorite street meat’ as if anyone would actually believe that the president himself waltz along the streets looking for foot cart dishes. The gaudy decor draped across it’s flat surfaces did succeed in matching the excitement of the event. Honestly you’d think it came right from the train graveyard in the slums. The spinning hot dog on the roof swiveled around slowly as it played some distorted whimsical tune like the vehicle had spent a lot of time under water. Red and gold garland wrapped around the top concealing little bullet holes along the roof. An oversized banner, as tall as you, was plastered over the window hiding the cracks in the glass that advertised their signature rainbow slushies and a ‘Rufus dog’, which was just a fancy hot dog with Rufus Shinra’s, or so they claim, favorite toppings.

Your stomach growled as an array of delicious smells wafting through the air from the surrounding stalls assaulted your nostrils. After a small debate on whether this place would kill you or not you caved and got into line just behind the one other customer. As you waited a steady trail of people trailed behind you all creating a wall from your position to the small stage where an event was about to begin.

Honestly, you should’ve known better than trying to find the attraction. You perched on the tops of your toes trying to see over the wave of celebrators, your balance near perfect, but your reaction time delayed. You heard the girl sniffling long before you saw her backing up your way and before your flats of your feet touched the ground again it was too late to get step out of her path.

So there you are being pushed backwards, your arms out to catch your upper body as your ass landed harshly against the pavement, and that wasn’t even the worst part. You only seen a brief flash of color and a plastic cup before you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the chilly beverages to splatter across your face before soaking into your clothes. You swallowed the shriek that caught in your throat on contact, and a shiver rippled down your spine as you exhaled deeply through your nose and slowly rose to your feet wiping some of the frozen slush off your chest.

“OHMYGODS! OHMYGODS!” Her hands frantically waving in front of her, her bracelet clinking against itself as she moved. “I am SOO sorry! I wasn’t looking. I am so so sorry.” You wiped a bit of the melting slush from your cheek before studying your assailant.

Her rose hair was what stood out to you first. Each lock curled in a perfect ringlet and framing her face nicely. Then there were her eyes: oval pools of grey, wide in shock and glassy with unshed tears. Once perfectly applied makeup now streaked towards the corners like she’d been wiping the few drops that made it past her lash line. She was shorter than you by a few inches and her frame was small, and lithe. Her shoulders were curled inward, and hands clenched around the once full beverages and trembled at her sides.

She swiped furiously the new tears that slipped free. “I have a room a-at the hotel across the street if you want to freshen up and change. I-I really really am sorry.” Her head hung in shame. Her bottom lip shook between her teeth.

“It’s okay. It was an accident.” You leaned down to peer at her face. “I actually don’t have anything else to wear. I’m just passing through.” She lifted her head, just slightly, to meet your eyes. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry. Besides, it looks like you have somewhere else to be.”

She straightened entirely, the tension between the blades of her shoulders easing, before dropping the plastic cups to clatter on the pavement and swiftly grabbing your hand to tug you along behind her. “Don’t you worry! I have extras!” Your dominant hand twisted behind your back to grab the hilt of your weapon as your limbic system trying to trigger the part of your brain into into fight mode. She must’ve seen you reaching for it cause she released your wrist as if you’re skin burned her. She hugged her arms weekly one palm rubbing at her bicep. “Sorry… I’m not trying to kidnap you. I mean look at you,” she gestured at all of you, “I hardly doubt I’d even be a threat to you.” You loosened your hold on the sword and let your arm fall back to your side. “Look,” she said. “I was stood up. I’m not busy. So please let me at least give you something to wear.”

“Well,” your nose wrinkled in disgust at the overly sweet smell permeating your clothes. “I do hate wet clothes.” You shrugged. Her despondent aura quickly transformed into something much lighter and outgoing. Her smile nearly stretched from ear to ear, her pearly white teeth capable of brightening a cloudy sky, as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Okay, this way.” Without wasting another second, she resumed her quick pace through the crowd, this time with you close behind. As she led you she babbled on about how she’s from Kalm, and came to see the parade before she traveled to Costa Del Sol tomorrow for a new job. You nodded along as you took mental notes on noticeable landmarks to find your way back later. Your ears trained on any distressing sounds while half heartedly listening to this woman’s story.

You marveled at the size and clarity of the glass doors of whatever hotel she brought you too, stretching at least fifteen feet taller than you. Large glass windows were on either side of the door and you nearly gasped when you turned. In the center of the lobby surrounded by curved wooden benches sat a proud replica of the Sister Ray. The thing was enormous! Nearly the size of an actual tank, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a functioning model.

The young woman zig zagged through the lingering guests trying to check in. Once again, you quickly scanned for possible exits and dangers that may be lurking in the dim corners. Just because you weren’t a fugitive like your companions didn’t mean you were safe. Anyone could have seen you with them, and it only took one onlooker to put you in danger. Caution and contingency plans are essential.

You gripped onto one of the railings as the two of you set walked up the stairs. She told you about the guy she was suppose to meet. They had met at the gate of the city when they were waited to acquired a travel permit. They hit it off, and had a lot in common so thinking that that might have been the beginning of something she asked if he wanted to meet up later. He seemed to be on the same page and agreed telling her to meet him at the seaway. He never turned up. She waited a couple hours after the time they agreed on before she finally gave up and quite literally stumbled into you. She feet came to a stop in front of room 304 and she quickly produced a keycard and held it to the sensor before she pushed the door open, and pulled you in behind her with a ‘tada!’.

“I’m Riza, by the way.” She waved her hand towards the extravagant king size bed, a silent invitation to make yourself comfortable. You ran your hands along the smooth red silk as she trotted over to the closet. Your eyes skimmed along the beautifully detailed painting of the flora and fauna of Junon that used to grow around the area before moving on to the pristinely crafted golden sconces and wooden paneled walls. The place was certainly one of the higher tier hotels in the city. You could only imagine the small fortune one must have to stay here. “I hope a sundress is okay. I packed for the beach.” Riza called out to you from the other side of the closet doors.

“Anything is fine. I really appreciate it.” Riza stepped back and closed the door, returning with a lovely blue chiffon fabric folded over her forearm.

“I think this one will look amazing on you. Go try it on!” She practically shoved the material into your hands before you awkwardly shuffled into the bathroom just behind her. “Feel free to use the hairbrush, make up, or well anything!”

“Thank you!” You called over your shoulder before shutting the door with a click and locking the door behind you. You blew a lock of hair out of your face as you stared at your reflection. You looked like you’d just robbed a circus with the various colors staining your clothes.

Some purple and blue tones had dried on your face, and most of your hair had escaped the tight braid you had put it in. You reached behind you to pull the tie free only to discover that it was no longer there. It must've fallen off when you fell earlier. You sighed. You hoped Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith were faring better than you.

Fifteen minutes later you emerged from the bathroom in a simple pale blue off the shoulder sundress with sheer batwing sleeves that flowed till just above your elbows round the entire breast line which accented the are nicely making your s/c really glow. The high waist pinched just at the divot between your ribs and hips then the sheer material cascaded around your calves in a tent silhouette. The lining under the flowy fabric was short and fitted to your form and stopped mid thigh. You brushed out the snarls at the ends of your hair prior to tucking a few locks behind your ears. You normally didn’t let it free, being mid back length it often got in your way, but you'd manage for now. You clipped and fastened the leather strap of your equipment at the waist line and fidgeted with a skirt for a moment before speaking up. “It fits great. Are you sure this is okay? We probably won’t meet again so I won’t be able to return it.”

She did a lap around you to take in every detail of your appearance, her irises dragging from head to toe, before she leaned against a cabinet near the bed. “Girl, don’t worry about it. It looks WAY better on you than me. Though it’d be better without that bag and sword.” She pointed at your equipment that you had secured it to its proper place.

You ignored the statement, not one to forego safety for fashion. “Look, I hate to just change and run, but I do have somewhere to be.”

“No worries! Sorry again.”

You stuffed your wet clothes into your pack and slipped your socks and boots back on before saying your goodbyes. “It was nice to meet you Riza. Good luck on your new position, and enjoy the beach.” You reached to pull the door open before you paused and turned to address her one more time. “That guy, by the way, is an idiot. You’re a gorgeous girl and I don’t come across truly kind people anymore. Don't settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

You opened the door and slipped back into the hallway before she could respond. Each footstep muffled against the carpeted halls as you weaved yourself back into the bustling streets.

*~*

Time was running out and you still hadn’t learned anything that might have given your group an edge. You spent another hour and a half soaking in the whispered rumors, but none knew anything of value. What you needed was to find a middle to high level employee off duty and relaxing, preferably a man so you could charm some info right out of him, but you would settle for anyone at this point. Now if you a valuable employee that had time to spare where would you kill time?

In the barracks you chatted with a nice drill sergeant that showed you some of the routines they planned to perform so maybe Cloud could use that to come up with a better one. You ran into a middle class manager that you learned was leaving for vacation tomorrow since the cruise ships weren’t leaving the harbor until tomorrow. So that really put a wrench in making a getaway plan. You did run into a rather interesting establishment that you swore that bald turk escaped into, but you weren’t granted access unless you shave your head. A bald bar? Really? Eventually you happened by a lounge that looked promising.

The le Sourie, the brick side of the building read. You admired the large purple flowers that decorated the floor to ceiling entrance. The were even more impressive when you realized they were real and well maintained. Definitely a costly expense in this region. Two men stood guard on either side of the tinted glass door, one broad and nearly six feet tall and the other more lanky and around five-two-the second holding a clipboard and scanning what you guessed was a list. You readied your permit, ready to show them and possibly flirt your way in when the second man eyed you up and down before nodding to the towering man who firmly grabbed the handle and pulled it open for you. You weren’t naive you knew you were conventionally attractive, but you were surprised that they were so willing to let any and all beautiful women pass through.

You were immediately bathed in a faint blue light as you walked in. You looked up briefly to see the flower shape light fixtures above you before following the walkway illuminated by more blue faintly glowing floor runners on each side of the deep dark wooden planks. It was a beautiful place: smooth and sleek features, both table and booth seating arrangements, the counter at the bar was up a platform. A TV was mounted on each wall so everyone could view the parade, or there were two or three private booths with a partition to make it feel secluded- VIP section you imagine. Most tables were occupied with patrons engaged in intimate conversations whereas the bar was mostly open.

You took a seat on one of the plush bar stools toward the end of the counter closest to a screen and signaled for the bartender. You gazed at the long list of assorted liquors and asked the woman for something sweet and would go down easy. You didn’t often partake in drinking. You preferred to stay sharp, usually only participating when you're accompanying a client or target. You tended to be looser, and you certainly made seducing a target easier if you arent attracted to them. Your eyes flicked to the screen while the server went to make your poison of choice. You were quickly uninterested as soon as you seen the reporter interviewing a foot soldier. Nothing of interest.

You turned your attention to the far wall, looking for the source of music you kept hearing, where they had a small group of musicians playing. You’ve always had a love for the piano and you played a bit yourself from time to time though that night with Cloud was the first time you played in a few years. Time truly did get away from you when you stayed so busy. The instruments all harmonized nicely with the clean notes of the piano to the smooth brassy tones of the sax. You were a bit surprised that they had a full drum set in such a compact space, but the musician played in a way that was soft and gave the piece a nice low beat.

You sipped at your drink and eyes slowly trailed back to the TV. The reporter was still interviewing the same soldiers about their upcoming performance. They were asking if the troop could share some of the moves they were going to do when the low timbre of someone familiar filtered through the speakers, and shot of excitement rippled down your spine. Your eyes were now glued to the screen above you looking for him. You nearly gave up, convinced you were hearing things, until the camera honed in on the newest soldier in the interview and those bold blue eyes stared back at you through the screen. You’d know those eyes anywhere. A breathy laugh emanated from your mouth as his signature features show through his clever disguise. He looked uncomfortable under the reporter’s attention and stumbled at her aggressive questioning.

“How do you plan to set your team from the rest?” She asked as she shoved the microphone to his face.

“We… Uh…” He snaked his hand behind his head to scratch at his neck, something you’ve come to notice he does when he’s nervous, but the hand fell back to his side when the tips felt the metal of the helmet. Curious that his was different than the rest if them.

“Whoa… Right!” An eager trooper beside him came forward. “I see what you mean, captain.” Oh… Captain? You smiled. That’s cute. “We can’t go spilling our secrets to anyone who asks- especially on camera!”

His flustered and stuttering nervousness changed into the more stern and brusk part of him that was familiar to you. Confident, like he’s done this many many times before. “Break time’s over, people. The parade’s about to begin. Follow me!”

All the troopers jumped to attention before yelling out “Sir!” and the whole group, Cloud included, rushed out of whatever building they had been in. The camera followed after them for a moment before the camera swiveled and then cut off all together and the station switched into some Shinra infomercial.

You shook your head. He always seemed to tell everyone to lay low and out of sight so why was it that he was always the one to somehow stand out the most? You knew they were going to join the parade, but you hadn’t expected to get himself promoted.

“What’s a cute girl like you, doing in a bar, all alone?” You turned to look at the man who slid into the stool next to you. His wild flaming red spikes tied in a low pony was the first thing to catch your eye. The looks looked soft to the touch the front of it pushed up out of his face by the pair of black goggles he wore along his hairline. Then it was his eyes. The turquoise orbs crackled with sparks of mischief that reminded you of a strikes of lightning on a stormy day. You didn’t miss the underlying fire that smoldered back at you just waiting for a chance to light you up.

You made a show of raking your eyes over his slanted brows and further down to his sharp straight nose. You let a small coy smile spread before bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes settled on his cocky smirk across one half of his mouth. His tidy black suit, if not a little unprofessional, was left open to reveal the toned muscle on his chest underneath. A turk, and one that hadn’t met you in the mines. You could work with this.

“Shouldn’t you be on duty today?” you asked as you turned in your chair to face him. You propped your elbow onto the bar, delicately set your chin into your palm, and crossed one leg over the other which cause the edge of your dress drag down to your thigh.

“Man, I wish.” He sprawled out on the chair with his upper body angled towards you. “Bosses got me on vacation instead of chasing bad guys.” he took a swig from his own drink before signally the bartender for another round.

“Ah, that’s too bad.” You said with faux sympathy. “Would’ve loved to see you in action.” your sultry tone felt foreign on your tongue. You polished off your own drink needing a boost of liquid courage to rid yourself of the get over the tension. You hadn’t needed to do this since you left Midgar, and the fact that it comes so easy to you was unsettling. He drug his chair closer to yours, the legs scratching against the floor, as the bartender brought over the next round. You acted surprised when they set a second one down in front of you too. “Oh, thank you.”

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks. Names Reno.” He stood on the bottom rungs of the stool to look down the bar then returned to his seat. He leaned close enough to your ear that you could feel the hot breath fan over the appendage as he spoke. “And between you and me, I heard that terrorist group’s in town. ‘M pretty pissed not to be chasing after ’em.” You twirled a lock of hair around your index finger as you listened to every syllable he said every once in a while flicking your eyes down to his parted lips. He leaned back, but only a little. “But, don’t worry! I may be takin’ a breather but I’ll protect you.”

“I must be lucky.” You took another sip. “Tell me though, why are you spending your vacation in a bar? A man in your position must be able to go wherever.”

He put one arm on the bar right next to yours, the light skin contact making your skin crawl, and the other on one of the rungs of the stool behind you. You scootched to the edge of your seat just enough that he thought you were interested. Conveniently from this angle you could see all the way to his belt buckle, and you noted the bandages wrapped around his defined abs. So out on injury then. “Heading to Costa Del Sol tomorrow.”

You looked back up at him through your lashes, and tilted your head slightly. “Why not today?” You asked hoping he’d provide an alternative to the closed port.

“Coulda, but only the Shinra-8 is sailing today. I’m waiting for the Shinra-10. Private cabins.” He winked. “Sure could use some company.” The hand behind you coming up to smooth along the skin of your exposed thigh.

You let out a breathy sigh to mask the repulsion that coursed through you. Despite the urge to break his hand you returned the gesture by running your hand down the length of his arm in response. “Perhaps I’ll see you on the ship.” Your gaze flicked towards the door for a second, to search for thee streak that you caught in your peripheral, before quickly taking a second glance. The blood pounding in your ears droned out whatever Reno was saying as you looked the shadows outside the window. Even under that red dingy helmet you’d know Cloud Strife anywhere.

Your heart stopped, if only for a moment, when your hazy eyes met his. Unlike any other time he’s looked at you his harsh stare was molten, hardened, and angry. Maybe it was the two cocktails coursing through your blood or just the desire you kept locked away, but right then and there you wished it was him touching you right now. Your core throbbing at the mere idea of his bare hands sliding up your thigh and under your dress. How you wished for his skin to press against yours.

His expression was blank, guarded, but his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You didn’t want to turn your attention back to the Turk next to you, but you had a job to do. You only hoped he’d understand what he saw was a ruse, but you wouldn’t blame him if he was angry. You had just joined the group and now your practically in the lap of his enemy. You peered up at Reno through the fallen locks of your bangs, batting your lashes a few times to make you seem daft, before taking a long look at the palm on your thigh.

“What wrong, princess?” Of course he’d notice, he was a Turk after all. You learned enough you supposed.

“Nothing. I just saw the friend I was meeting.” You retreated from his hold and smoothed down your dress. You wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before the parade started. “Thank you so much for the drink, Reno, and hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave his arm one more lingering touch before you turned from him and sauntered towards the exit.

“Hey! What’s your name?” He called after you.

You offered no answer. Your only farewell was the wave over your shoulder as he was, without a doubt, watching you leave. Your hands trembled slightly in anticipation, but not nervous and more importantly not afraid as you set your sights on one man. Yeah, it’s definitely the alcohol.

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Cloud was electrified the moment he saw you sitting there. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing. The world around him suddenly didn’t seem to matter as he shamelessly drank you in. It never occurred to him that you could look so delicate, so lady-like, after reveling in the way you struck down fiend after fiend without hesitation. The smooth skin of your shoulders captivated him, and his heart nearly burst through his chest as his eyes dipped lower down your chest. Heat surged through him as all the blood once again rushed to his dick. One smooth leg, all the way up to your thigh, on display through the slit of this new sundress. He barely registered the was the pale blue of the dress complemented your skin tone.

Then he realized exactly what he was watching. It was like someone poured ice water down his back in the middle of summer and lit a fire hotter than Ifrit’s flame deep in his belly. He jaw clenched together as he ground his teeth almost painfully as that asshole touched you so brazenly the way he should be touching you. He was really pissed he hadn’t killed him back in Midgar.

However, it was the way your hand trailed down his bicep and settled gently against his forearm, that turned the rage into nausea. The taste of bile on his tongue growing sharper as your lashes fluttered as he talked to you. His hands clench at the way you laughed at whatever ridiculous thing he said. The whole encounter set of a cocktail of emotions in the pit of his stomach that Cloud didn’t have the tools to deal with so instead he focused on the blood lust that clouded his brain. His posture became rigid as he tried to keep himself on this side of the glass as Reno leaned into you, the gap between the two of you becoming way to slim for his liking.

Part of him knew there must be a logical explanation; you didn’t seem like the type to go finding guys in bars let alone that fucker. He wanted to look away, but he was physically unable to tear his eyes away. He wished to be anywhere but here. Maybe the Gods took pity on him, or maybe you had a sixth sense that told you when he stared at you for to long because the moment your eyes met his across the building and through the glass Cloud couldn’t breathe.

His heart pounded relentlessly against his ribcage at the prospect of being caught, and for a moment the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He couldn't grasp the initial plea your eyes conveyed, but moments after they lit up in recognition before glazing over in a heated stare. The heat returned between his legs like molten lava. His entire body lurched forward towards you, wanting nothing than to be slotted between your thighs, before he caught himself, and when you finally looked away he hightailed it out of there.

What the hell was that? He hadn’t done anything wrong so why the hell did he feel guilty? He fucking knew why he just didn't want to acknowledge the hardness between his legs that twitched to life under your sweltering e/c orbs like some kind of closet pervert. A tiny part of him, perhaps the debauchee that kept surfacing, swelled with a pinch of pride and a dash of smugness. You hadn’t looked at Reno like that.

He stomped down the stairs to the main road where he left Tifa and Aerith behind. He chose to ignore their inquiries, instead he stalked across the road to put as much distance between you and him as possible. He was ready to get this shit over with.

He nearly made it to the troops of Midgar’s Seventh Infantry before he heard his name echo above the useless chatter of the far too crowded street. He thinks that he’d always hear your voice calling out to him no matter the distance much like Aerith could hear the Planet. His feet faltered for a moment as he debated if he was going to ignore you or not, but he just didn’t have it in him to walk away from you.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder and sure as shit there you were chasing after him with your skirt clenched in one hand to keep yourself from tripping over it as you ran after him.

“Told you it involved her.” Aerith said under her breath, his enhanced hearing picking it up despite her efforts to keep quiet.

“Guess I owe you.” Tifa replied.

“Shut up.” He snapped. He stalked towards you to meet you in the middle, leaving the two gossiping girls at the edge of the road.

“Hey.” You took in a few deep breaths. “Nice uniform, captain.”

He groaned. He had somehow forgotten that detail in the last past few minutes. “How’d you-”

“I seen your interview. You play the part well. And you two-” you peered around him. “Look fantastic.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied you as you appeared to be normal not like you had just shared- well whatever that was. “You’re one to talk, y/n.” Aerith said.

“Really, y/n, you look stunning.” Tifa chimed in. He thought so too. He suddenly felt shy with you next to him like this.

“Yeah, well long, story. Anyway, after you the parade find the Shinra-8. It’s the only boat leaving port today, and it leaves soon after the event. It’s the perfect getaway.”

“Got it!” Aerith said. The girls looked towards the main drag when the rest of the squadron all called out for their captain as they finally spotted Cloud’s helmet in the crowd. “Oh! They’re coming this way!”

You looked up at him with those big shining eyes of yours, “Out of time it looks like.”

“We’ll go stall.” Tifa said with a wink before Aerith grabbed her arm and dragged Tifa along with her as she went to distract the incoming hoards of men.

“Uh, thanks.” He said lamely as he scratched at the hairs along his nape.

“The turks know you’re here.” So you did know who Reno was. The residual flickers of fire in his gut subsided when he understood the nature of your encounter. “So be careful, okay?”

“No promises.”

The corner of your mouth quirked upwards, as you peered up at him through your lashes. The strands behind your ears fell around your jawline before you tucked it away once more. His pulse thumped rhymically in his throat as the silence stretched between you. Should he say anything? Should he ask you about what happened? You chewed on your lower lip, perhaps in the same internal battle as him, as the two of you just looked at one another before your eyes settled on his neckline.

You hands reach out for him. Your fingers moving slowly towards his collar pausing to give him time to back away if he so desired. Every instinct told him do so, but there was an ache in the hollow gut that yearned for your touch. He nearly flinched as the tips of your fingers ghosted along his neck, but forced his body to relax under the warm pads of your fingertips. It was brief, no longer than a second or two while you straightened the collar of his uniform, but it was enough for an army of goosebumps to erupt across his sensitive flesh. “Good luck out there. I’ll be watching.”

He swallowed thickly around the thump that formed in the back of his throat and nodded dumbly in confirmation. You smoothed your hands down his shoulders and onto his upper chest before withdrawing from him completely. You jutted your thumb behind you to signal your departure as you stepped backwards into the crowd once again. He heaved in relief when he watched your figured trailing away from the bar.

“You’re right, Aerith. He’s totally in love with her.” He groaned. Just what he needed; another thorn in his side to poke, prodd, and tease.

“Let’s go.” He redirected. “We have a parade to win.”

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maddieautobot273 · 10 months ago

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Silk & Cologne (59)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfiction series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 59: Seoul - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female! Spidersona OC

Words: 5.5K+ words

Warning: PG mentions of past trauma

Summary: Lisa and Miguel arrive in Seoul and meet her step-family.

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The flight was long, but the various amenities the plane provided helped pass the time. An expansive movie and TV selection, cocktail bar, dinner, dessert, and breakfast, it was like a dream. But my favourite moments were when Miguel and I talked. Our bed was folded out in our cabin, we had changed into our complimentary and very cozy pajamas and while snuggled under the blanket we just talked.

“Tell me about your family in Korea.” Miguel encouraged me with a gentle smile, his hand reaching across the bed and taking my hand, his thumb brushing my skin. “Anything at all.”

So I did. I told him all about my step-father’s family, rambling on about distant cousins, aunts and uncles, but mostly my grandparents. I was nervous, not wanting to overwhelm him with this gigantic info dump on my family’s story, but Miguel squeezed my hand as he listened to every single bit, and even asked questions.

“My harabeoji, my grandfather served and worked in Korea’s military after studying law and business in university. After his service, he started a business with some friends and he got really lucky and they ended up selling it and became millionaires overnight. But he didn’t let the money change him, and that’s probably what I admire about him most. Instead of retiring, he helped organize and run various charities in Korea and across Asia and that’s how he met my grandma, halmeoni.

“She was a school teacher while writing her thesis to improve the school system for disabled students. Nobody gave her the time of day, but grandpa heard about her from a friend and reached out to her. He approved her research and helped her raise funds, and they ended up opening a new school, with smaller class sizes and more one-on-one time with each student to figure out their needs to succeed. The rest was history.”

“They sound wonderful.” Miguel smiled softly, turning over on his side to look at me properly, his body blocking the view and what little light that came from the small window on the side of our cabin.

I nodded in agreement. “Grandma taught me a lot about looking out and standing up for others, self meditation. . . she also knows how to make a mean kimchi.” I chuckle softly with a wink.

“I’d love to try it.” Miguel grinned, one of his fangs poking out.

We stared at each other in silence for a while, content in each other's presence. My mind began to wander, and my gaze quickly followed as I looked over to the side, not exactly staring at anything in particular.

Miguel caught on right away as his grip on my hand tightened ever so slightly, squeezing my fingers. “What is it?”

I shake my head. “It’s nothing. It’s kind of stupid, actually.”

“Nothing you have to say is stupid.” Miguel reassured me, dragging my hand across the mattress to his chin as he leaned down and kissed my knuckles. “Talk to me, Lisa.”

“It’s just. . .” My gaze trailed off, avoiding his gaze for a second before I willed myself to look at him. “If he had such great parents. . . what went wrong?”

“Mona. . .” Miguel called softly, his expression falling into a soft frown.

“Why would he act in a way that’s the complete opposite of what they stood for?” I spoke, coming out as asking Miguel, but really I was asking myself.

I had been for a while.

“Hey.” Miguel reached for me and gently pulled me closer, the heat of his body engulfing me as he held me against this chest. His hand ran up and combed through my hair in a soothing gesture as he looked into my eyes. “We’ll figure it out. Okay?”

My eyes turned soft as I looked at him. “Okay. . .”

Miguel’s face inched closer and I met him half way. We kissed until I fell asleep in his arms.

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“Thank you for flying with us! Enjoy your stay!”

Miguel and I got off the plane and navigated our way through the terminal to baggage claim and the arrival gate. I didn’t remember it being so busy, nearly shoulder to shoulder with one another as we walked through small halls and tight corners. It seemed everyone had somewhere to be today. But Miguel kept me close, and in the event we did get separated, albeit briefly, Miguel was the tallest guy around, so it was easy to spot him.

Some passersby even noticed and took a moment to simply stare in awe. One kid even dropped his candy bar. He couldn't look away. He called Miguel a giant and his mothers quickly scooped him up in his arms, apologizing profusely. Miguel reassured that there was no harm done, and the mother was even more surprised when he responded in Korean. Miguel asked for directions to baggage claim and the kind woman pointed us in the right direction.

“You never told me you knew Korean.” I smirked up at him, taking his hand in mine as we passed through the doors.

“When you’re CEO of a multi-trillion dollar company, it doesn’t hurt to pick up a language or two.” Miguel smirked back with a knowing look.

It was almost strange looking at Miguel and picturing him as a CEO. Suit and tie, sitting at a desk in an office, attending board room meetings, riding fancy cars, and going to all these special events. Okay, maybe I can with the car, and he does look good in a suit. Exhibit A) Our first date.

We found baggage claim and picked up our suitcases, dragging them along as we passed through the arrival gate and were greeted by a sea of people waiting behind the metal railing. Some had their phones out, holding up signs and posters. One moment, everyone was quietly murmuring, and then the next, people started cheering.

“What’s going on?” Miguel asked as he recovered from flinching, his shoulders hunched as the screaming started. “They don’t greet everyone like this do they?”

I placed a steady hand on his back as I glanced over to see a group of guys walk out after us, all clad in black and wearing face masks to cover their face. But that didn’t stop all these people from waving and cheering them on as one fan aggressively waved their poster that said “WELCOME HOME!”

“Aaah, now I remember. A lot of fans like to camp out at the arrival gate to welcome back their favourite idols coming back from a tour.” I smiled a little at the memories of some of my old dancer partners sharing stories of their own experiences back at boot camp. “I think that group is. . . oh, wow ATEEZ. I didn’t even know they were on tour.”

I wasn’t too familiar with their songs, but I was a fan of their track ‘Wonderland’. I was more of a Stray Kids and BTS kind of girl. As for the girl groups themselves, I think when you look at the black and pink aesthetic of my spider suit, I think it’s rather obvious.

“They literally sit there and wait for them to show up?” Miguel asked, a mixture of intrigue and discomfort on his face as we walked away from the scene.

“For hours at a time. Snacks and drinks to boot too.” I patted his back gently once we were far enough away from the bulk of the crowd and pulled away.

“So how are we getting to your family’s house?” Miguel glanced down at me. “Want me to rent us a car?”

“Nah, it’s fine, I can get us an Uber, I have some extra credit on me.” I sighed as I pulled out my phone and opened the app. “I do not want to wait in another long line.”

I was typing in their address when I heard another scream. I ignored it, initially thinking it was another crazed fan that got there late to try and greet the band. But then I heard them stammering, as if they were running and when I listened more closely, the voice didn’t sound like a young girl, but like an older woman. I tilted my head up, looking out in the crowd and noticed a pair of balloons floating above the heads of the busy bodies, going in a zig zag as if someone was trying to navigate around them.

“Something wrong?” Miguel could sense immediately my shift in behavior when I stopped suddenly and he came to a halt, reaching for me as if ready to pull me to his side at the first sign of trouble.

That’s when I saw her.

Springing out from a cluster of people was an elderly woman in her late 60’s, early 70’s, but judging by the way she was running and now jumping for joy, you would have thought she was acting someone in their prime. Her black-gray bob cut bounced as she ran, and she nearly dropped her burgundy hat as she approached us in a over the knee length black and white striped cotton dress with black birkenstock sandals and a fanny pack over her shoulder.

“Lisa-Lisa!” My grandmother cheered.

Tears swelled in my eyes after hearing my name fall from her lips and I dropped my bag on the floor as she closed in on me. “Halmeoni!” I wrapped my arms around her, my head buried into her hair as she was a few inches shorter than me.

“Oh we’re so happy to see you! Come now, let me look at you!” She beamed as she pulled back, hands on my face. Grandma looked me over top to bottom, a happy expression and proud smile on her face as she did so. “How was your flight? Did you get enough to eat on the plane? Aya, those inflight meals are always so small!”

“Don’t crowd her, you’re making her nervous.” Another voice, an elderly man called out to her. The man stepped out of the crowd, carrying the strings of the balloons in his hand as he approached us. He offered me a kind smile with the tilt of his head. “Annyeong, Lisa.” - Hello

“Annyeong harabeoji.” I greeted warmly as my grandma stepped back. - Hello grandpa

“You must be Miguel!” My grandmother beamed with excitement as she offered her hand and Miguel gently took and offered a nice, firm handshake. “Janet told us much about you from her visit to New York.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Miguel smiled back, offering her a polite smile.

“Not that we’re not happy to see you, what are you two doing here?” I asked them as I picked my bag back up from the floor. “We could have taken an Uber.”

“Oh we wanted to surprise you, Tokki!” My grandma smiled brightly. “We’re here to drive you to the family house.” - bunny

I could see the teasing side glance Miguel was giving me at the corner of my eye, along with the one sided grin. “Tokki?”

“What about it?” I playfully glared back at him.

“Oh, it’s a wonderful pet name, isn’t it?” Grandma’s smile was infectious despite my best efforts to not mimic it.

“Does it have something to do with you not staying still?” Miguel gave me a knowing look, his eyes roaming over me to try and get a rise out of me.

My cheeks flushed and I nearly snapped, about to call him out that my grandparents were right there. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to smack him or kiss him. Maybe both for good measure.

“You are a smart one, Miguel!” Grandma gasped in awe, even doing a little clap. “At first I thought Janet was exaggerating a little, but you are every bit as phenomenal as she said you were!”

Miguel chuckled softly as he sauntered closer to my side, wrapping an arm around me. “I aim to please, Miss–?”

“Oh, you can call me Grandma Park.” Grandma politely reintroduced herself.

“The car is outside. Traffic is always awful around this time, so we should get going while we can.” Grandpa handed me the balloons with a kind smile and even reached for my suitcase.

“Oh, thank you grandpa, but I can carry that.” I insisted softly as I reached to ask for it back. “What about your arthritis?”

“Nonsense my dear, I want you to relax. I’m sure you’ve had a long flight.” He spoke nonchalantly as we walked through the terminal. “I want to make this journey as simple as possible for you.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her.” Miguel’s hand gently squeezed my shoulder as I turned to look up at him, and we shared a playful glimmer in each other's eyes.

“I’m not aware of your living situation back home, but I’ve had a guest room prepared for you, Miguel.” Grandma Park explained as she looked Miguel over, fully taking him in. “Although now that I can get a good look at you, I’m worried the bed may be too small for you.”

“It’s quite alright, Grandma Park, I’ll make do. No need to trouble yourself.” Miguel reassured her gently. “But I appreciate the concern.”

“I understand that sometimes certain things are done differently in the Americas, but forgive me if we’re a more. . . traditional household.” She added as we passed through the exit gates and stepped out into the cool spring breeze.

‘Is she implying what I think she’s implying?’ Miguel’s voice fluttered into my head through the physic-spider bond.

I held back a smirk as I responded. ‘Yes. Unless we’re married, no sleeping together in the same room.’

‘Aww, are you sure? I’d be more than willing to prove my self control. Your grandma can stitch up the bedsheets around me so I can’t cuddle you.’ Miguel’s hand carefully fell from my shoulder and delicately draped down my spine to rest on the small of my back. ‘Or touch you.’

My cheeks blushed a bright red as I went to elbow Miguel but missed. I nearly stumbled in my steps, gasping as a hand went up to my mouth. My grandparents turned towards me and my cheeks flushed darker.

“Lisa, are you alright?” Grandpa asked.

“Oh, I’m fine!” I coughed into my hand, clearing my throat as Miguel stood there and pretended he didn’t just take advantage of our physic bond and made it his mission to absolutely fluster me in front of my grandparents and make a fool out of myself. “Just caught a sneeze.”

Grandpa hummed deeply as he looked around. “There has been an uptick in pollen allergies this spring.”

“Here Tokki, I brought an extra mask.” Grandma park dug around in her fanny pack and pulled out the disposable mask and handed it to me. “Wear it just in case until we get to the house, I’ll make you some tea when we get there.”

With a defeated smile I accepted the mask from her. “Thank you, grandma.”

“Where is– Ah! There’s the car.” Grandpa pointed out in a direction further down the arrival gate parking lane and led the way down.

I tore through the packaging and slipped the mask over my face. Once it was on, I made sure grandma and grandpa weren’t looking before I reached up and pinched Miguel’s arm. I could see his pupils go wide, eyebrows rising as he shot me a look.

My eyes spoke volumes as the mask hid my face, and I spoke through the bond. ‘Behave, Miguel~’

‘I’m always on my best behavior.’ he replied with a roll of his eyes. His gaze softened quickly after. ‘Are you alright, though? Was that. . . too much?’

I thought about it, and my mind immediately reeled back to the conversation we had during dinner with my mom before my Marvel Day show. There’s been a spare intimate touch here and there, and we have been just sleeping together, but other than that, we haven’t really gone any further than sweet little make out sessions. Even during that, Miguel kept things respectful and never tried to push or pressure me.

That interaction just now. . . It was risque, yes, but somehow. . . it felt normal.

‘It was okay. I’m okay.’ I reassured him as we approached my grandparents car.

It was only then did I notice that they had a personal driver?!

There was a man maybe 20 years younger than my grandparents wearing a black trench coat and paperboy cap as he opened the car door, a Mercedes Benz truck and prepared our luggage for the trunk.

“Do you have a personal driver now?” I gawked in surprise.

What exactly happened the last 2 years I was gone?!

“Jin would often help and drive us around when we need him, but since he started going through therapy and his exercises, and your harabeoji’s arthritis is acting up again, we encouraged him to take a break so we hired our own driver.” Grandma Park explained before introducing the driver to us. “This is Ha Joon.”

“Nice to meet you.” Ha Joon greeted us with a curt bow of his head. “If you ever require my services, I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you, we’ll certainly keep that in mind.” Miguel offered him a polite smile and bowed his head towards him in turn.

I was relieved Miguel seemed to be taking all of this rather well. I was worried he’d be a nervous wreck during the whole trip as soon as we got off the plane, but other than the slight scare of screaming fans at the arrival gate, he seemed to be handling himself well. Unless he’s somehow masking it insanely better than I can try to hide my emotions around him and he’s holding it all in for my sake.

“Remember now, Lisa, it will be a long drive from here to Gangnam. Do you and Miguel need anything before we go?” Grandma Park asked as she looked between us.

My eyes met Miguel, and he too seemed to ask a silent question in his eyes. Are you ready to go see him?

Taking a deep breath, I met my grandmother’s gaze and shook my head. “No, I think we’re ready to go!”

“Splendid!” Grandma Park applauded us. “Let’s not waste time now.”

We all climbed into the truck, grandpa sitting up front with their driver Ha Joon while grandma sat in the back row and Miguel and I took the middle seats. This was a lot different than the last car I recalled them owning. It almost reminded me of a more domestic version of Miguel’s Ferrari, the interior alone screamed sleek and chic.

The car ride from the airport to my grandparent’s home was almost 2 hours, and over the course of the journey we all made small talk, and due to the heat, Ha Joon pulled over into a popular dessert cafe and grandpa got us all ice cream to cool off. Miguel would occasionally glance at his gizmo, and I had assumed he was exchanging messages with Lyla, Peter B., and Jessica to make sure things were going smoothly back in his dimension. Miguel asked my grandma about the Gangnam district and how long they had lived there, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Oh we bought this house and moved in just after Jin and Janet married. We got lucky and managed to snag it for $2.4 million!” Grandma Park answered him with a proud smile.

“Only?” He looked at her in surprise, I couldn’t tell if he was faking it for her sake or being genuine.

“Yes! We’re very blessed to have it and I don’t take it for granted every day, and when Lisa finally came over and visited us for the first time that one Christmas I was over the moon!”

Gangnam may not be Hannam-Dong, the most rich and elite and also gated community neighborhood in the country, but owning a home in Gangnam was nothing to scoff at. Gangnam was considered one of, if not the most upscale and modern districts in Seoul. They had everything from nightclubs, high end restaurants, cafes, bistros, and gleaming skyscrapers. My grandma’s favourite thing about living there was the boutiques and shopping malls.

“I can admit it, I may have developed a little shopping habit after we moved here, but they have everything!” Grandma Park laughs sweetly. “I loved taking Lisa there and spoiling her there.”

“If we have time, I’d love to see everything.” Miguel smiled at her, a friendly gleam in his eyes.

“Of course, I’d love to show you around, Miguel! We can all go later today and get you some clothes to go with dinner tomorrow night!” She beamed.

“Are we not having the family dinner at the house?” I asked her, appearing confused.

I was still getting comfortable with the idea of even sitting at a table with my step-father again for the first time in so long. What would the seating arrangements look like? Would I have to sit next to him? If we’re eating out, it might help ease my nerves a little. But what if he said something that would upset me? Would I risk causing a scene and leaving everyone at the restaurant?

“Oh we are, but knowing your grandmother she likes to make these events extra special.” Grandpa smiled as he casted his wife a knowing look.

“Well of course it’s a big deal! Lisa is back after being away for so long.” Grandma Park cooed as she looked at me with a soft expression. “We missed you terribly, Tokki.”

“I missed you too.” I smiled softly before my expression fell in a small frown. “I’m. . . I’m sorry for not really contacting you all after, well, everything. . .”

“Oh, Lisa, we understand. You were going through so much.” Grandma Park reassured me softly as she set her ice cream cup aside and gently took her hands in mine. “We had thought on countless occasions to reach out to you but after talking with Janet we didn’t want to make you feel as if we were pressuring you. You needed time to heal. Truth be told. . . we all did.”

I glanced over at Miguel who stayed silent through the whole thing, watching us all as he gave me a comforting smile, encouraging me to go on. I looked back at my grandmother. “Still, I cut contact with you due to mere association. That. . . that was a little harsh of me to do.”

“You were protecting yourself, Tokki. You had no way of knowing if we knew about his behavior and how it affected you.” Grandma Park squeezed my hand tightly, her eyes pouring into mine. “Gwaenchanh-a.” - It’s alright.

My gaze softened as I listened to her and suddenly my vision went blurry. I raised a hand to gently wipe the tears from my eyes and I heard movement as I opened my eyes to see not just Miguel, but my grandma as well offered me napkins to dry my tears. We all looked at each other before my grandma erupted with laughter and then Miguel and I followed quickly after, all the while my grandpa watched on with a soft smile.

Before I even knew it, we arrived at the Park Estate in Gangnam. There’s an iron gate that opens up after detecting the car’s presence before going up a long private driveway before parking across from the garage. The house was on a long narrow stretch of well trimmed grass with faded cobblestone steps meshed into the ground leading to the main stairwell. The house itself looked like a few giant white building blocks smushed together, with giant windows allowing plenty of natural light in. There were two main floors, plus the basement level, but if I learned anything from Doctor Who and the Tardis, what looks small on the outside, is actually quite larger on the inside.

Upon entering through the main door, the door bell chimes a cute little tune, announcing our arrival. As Miguel and I set our bags down, high pitched yapping catches my ear as I look over and see a white fluffy cloud with paws come barreling towards us.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you!” Grandma Park laughed as she scooped up the furball in her hands and brought the snow white pomeranian closer towards me. “This is Pom Pom, the newest addition to our family.”

“She’s so cute!” I smiled brightly as I gently scratched her behind the ears.

“Jin’s therapist suggested it last year, to try and uplift his spirits and help him reintroduce the concept of taking care of another living thing under his care in a positive environment. I’d say it’s helped him quite well.” She explained.

“He’s been taking care of her?” I asked curiously.

If it wasn’t for the gap between the events of what happened, I’d wouldn’t know exactly how to feel about my step-father caring for another living creature after what he put me through.

“Oh yes, they’re nearly inseparable.” She insisted before gently putting the dog down, and Pom Pom immediately scampered over to Miguel, smelling his feet.

“Uh, nice– Pom Pom?” Miguel tensed up, trying not to move as he looked down at the door.

“It’s alright, she is just curious. She’s very friendly once she’s warmed up to new people.” Grandma Park reassured him before glancing over towards Grandpa. “Show them to their rooms and I’ll get started on the tea.”

Grandpa nodded as we all watched Grandma Park hurry along, Pom Pom following her at the heel. “Do you remember the layout, Lisa?”

“It’s been a while, but everything is starting to come back to me.” I answer honestly as I take in the interior of my once second home.

The walls were a bright monochrome white with wooden shelving. Although I don’t remember it being so blinding to my eyes. Grandpa led the way as Miguel and I took our bags upstairs. Grandpa showed Miguel his room, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at seeing the bed and realizing what grandma said was right. It was a tad small for Miguel. Just looking at it I could tell his feet, and parts of his legs would be dangling from the edge of the mattress.

“You’re sure you can make do with that?” I asked him with a soft smirk.

“I’ve slept on much worse, don’t patronize me.” He scoffed back with a grin.

I raised my hands in defeat. “Alright tough guy.”

I let Miguel get settled in and unpack his stuff as grandpa led me down the hall to a familiar door at the end and opened it. My old room. It was just how I left it after leaving that summer. Grandma and grandpa let me stay with them for a few days to recover after the surgery and as soon as I was well enough to walk on my own and manage lifting things without intense pain, I packed my things and flew back to Toronto.

Only difference now, most of the K-Pop posters and ads for the company I went to the boot camp for were torn down from the walls. All except my posters of BLACK PINK. I smiled a little at that.

“Your grandma took the posters down, worried they might be considered a trigger.” Grandpa explained with a nervous rub of his neck. “But I convinced her to keep these ones up. We knew this group was your favourite growing up.”

“They still are. Thank you grandpa.” I smiled warmly at him.

“I’ll let you have a moment to unpack and settle. We’ll call you down when the tea is ready.” Grandpa nodded back at me with a kind smile as he reached for the door. As he was leaving, he stopped, the door creaking as he peeked around the corner and offered me the kindest smile I’d ever seen him show. “We really are happy to have you here with us. We missed you, Lisa.”

“I missed you too, grandpa.” My smile brightened a little more. “I’m happy to be here.”

Now to just convince myself that it truly was 100% the truth.

Grandpa gave me one more nod before shutting the door behind him, his footsteps fading as he walked away. I took a moment to breathe and sat on top of my suitcase and looked around. I just sat there and looked at my room, perfectly clean, no dust.

They really did want me to come back.

I felt a tear race down my cheek as I suddenly got goosebumps along my arms, and a chill up my spine. Like I got the feeling I was being watched somehow. I took a breath, convincing myself it was my nerves talking. I stood up and pulled my suitcase up to my bed and had barely started to unpack when there was a knock at my door.

So much for the nerves.

“Come in.” I spoke up, my heart fluttering nervously.

The door creaked open and I withheld a sigh of relief when Miguel walked in. “Your grandma really pulled out all of the stops.”

“What did she do?” I asked him curiously as I organized my clothes.

“She had a bathrobe custom tailored to my size. It’s softer than the pajamas we got on the plane!” He exclaimed in surprise, sitting at the edge of my bed.

“She likes to spoil.” I commented with a faint smirk, recalling old memories as I started putting away my clothes in my old dresser.

I could feel Miguel’s gaze on me and the urge to talk to me, to ask me over a dozen questions that must be fluttering around in that big brain of his. He stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked around.

“So this was your room, eh?” A soft smile was on his face as he glanced over, eyeing one of my posters.

“Whenever I wasn’t working overtime at camp, my grandparents invited me to stay here with them on weekends. It. . . was kind of a sanctuary.” I admitted softly as I glanced his way.

“I can imagine.” Miguel nodded with a knowing look, and it didn’t take me long to realize he was thinking about our past conversation on the balcony at Spider Society HQ. The talk where I admitted all the hardships I– that Jin put me through.

“I don’t recall you having this many posters of them back in New York.” Miguel teased as he motioned his head over to one of my BLACK PINK posters. “They really are a favourite of yours?”

“Only the greatest girl group I’ve ever heard.” I smirked confidently as I stepped away from the bed and came to Miguel’s side.

“What are their names?” He asked. “You’ve never mentioned it to me before.”

I raised a curious brow towards Miguel. Why now of all times would he ask me that? Was it to distract me? To keep me calm? Not that I was complaining per say. I’d love to share one of my interests with him if he wanted to.

“There’s Jisoo, Rosé, Jennie, and Lisa.” I pointed them all out with a big smile.

“I take it Lisa is your favourite?” Miguel asked me with a knowing smirk, an arm wrapped around my waist. “Sorry, bias I believe is the term?”

“You’re learning!” My eyes lit up in surprise as I applauded Miguel. “Yes, she is. Nicely done.”

“Is it because you share the same name?” He teased softly, looking down at me.

I laughed at his teasing, shaking my head. “The most obvious reason, sure, but it’s more to it than that. She’s–”

My gaze wandered as I started to ramble before I stopped suddenly. My gaze fell upon the window, peering through the glass and landing on a figure in the backyard garden of the estate.

“Lisa?” Miguel’s voice called out to me, and I found myself moving free from his hold. “Something wrong?”

I walked over to the window and looked out fully into the garden and that’s when I saw him.

Jin Park sat on a stone bench in the garden, wearing a traditional robe and drinking what looked like green tea from a cup. Pom Pom came running outside towards him, her yapping loud but slightly muffled from my place on the second floor. There was a smile on his face as he knelt down from the bench, his tea cup in one hand as he lowered the other to pet Pom Pom’s head.

His gaze flickered up and we locked eyes.

My heart skipped a beat and I found myself to be as frozen as a statue. Sensing my shift, Miguel stepped over to my side.

“What is it?” His gaze followed mine through the window and that’s when he saw him. “Is that him?”

“Step-father. . .” I uttered.

Miguel’s hand returned to my waist, squeezing it tightly and through the bond I could sense his cold, near bombastic glare towards Jin.

He waved at me, but in that moment, I found myself unable to move, let alone wave back.

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notyourdadsstuff · 5 days ago

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Itadori Yuuji & Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji/Original Female Character(s), Itadori Yuuji/Original Character(s), Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Original Female Character(s), Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Original Character(s) Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, no beta we die like men, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Protective Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Protective Itadori Yuuji, Polyamory, Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Possessive Itadori Yuuji, yuji and sukuna are twin brothers, Identical Twins, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana Summary:

I've had terrible luck my entire life, so I wasn't exactly expecting to find a person to love me, much less two. After being rescued from a traumatic bar encounter, the twins Itadori Yuji and Ryoumen Sukuna have decided that they want to stick around. Lucky for me, they both love to share.

This is my very first fic I’ve ever written (despite the fact that I’ve been reading fanfiction since the wee age of 13) so I hope you like it!

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic author #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu yuji #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #yuji #itadori yuji #original female character #slow burn #eventual smut #there's some spice #just to tease you

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cookies-after-dark · 5 days ago

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uhhh we takin emojis? can I be 🐇 anon?

anyway I just read that ask about whether you see them as cookies or just tiny humans for the sake of this blog and personally, my favorite view of them is "anatomically humans for most purpose, but with cookie traits, like jam blood, getting soggy in liquid, and most importantly crumble when hurt" because not only am I a weirdo, I love cookie body horror LOL you just punch SM and his face just. cracks. just a little.

additional tags: explicit content, impact play, blood, bruises, aftercare

ships: shadow milk cookie x reader, burning spice cookie x reader

Anon you are a genius. See, whenever I think of the Beasts and impact play (I like to think they're more physically resilient than other cookies), when you punch or slap them it's just the regular skin smacking skin, or just a trickle of jam dripping from their noses. I think Burning Spice Cookie would especially be into that; he'd frequently goad you into striking him before he can "fairly" retaliate and it's one of his favorite games.

But that disconnect of reminding yourself that they're actually cookies? Shadow Milk Cookie basically cums in his tights and he's giggling nonstop because you actually managed to crack his face, and yet if the reader was from human origin? It's not as if you broke someone's real human nose. It's easy to dismiss the cracking of a cookie as just that, or when Shadow Milk Cookie licks at his bleeding face with a dangerous gleam in his eyes that it's no big deal. I mean, it's just jam, right? Not real blood.

And besides, Shadow Milk Cookie seems to enjoy it. After you left him with a slight bruise that (somehow) is blossoming on his cookie face, he immediately turns to one of his lifeless dolls to tear it apart. You're sure he came multiple times, you can only imagine what he must have been imagining during his playtime.

Shadow Milk is purring happily intk your chest with all his bloodlust spent, and you tend to his inflicted wounds and heal his crack, so that he's good as new.

But there will always be a certain blank look in your eyes when you toss a jam stained napkin away. You and him both know that your reaction will never compare to that of actual human blood and injuries, and Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys it so much more than he can ever tell you.

#cookie run kingdom smut #crk smut #crk x reader smut #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie #burning spice cookie #burning spice cookie x reader #note: this doesn't mean the reader doesn't care about their injuries jsyk #it just takes them a little while to register jam as blood!#if i was braver i would go even further with this but i fear not even you guys are ready for THAT level of freak #asks #anon #🐇 anon #cookie run kingdom x reader

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 5 months ago

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Burning Spice Cookie Smut Alphabets

A) Aftercare:

Burning Spice Cookie is terrible at aftercare but he does tries to give good aftercare

B) Body Part:

His favorite body part on himself is his muscles and his favorite part on his partner is their chest

C) Cum:

Burning Spice Cookie cums about 3 to 4 cups especially if he’s pent up

D) Dirty Secret:

No one else knows but he has an stocking kink for sure

E) Experience:

Burning Spice Cookie is pretty experience

F) Favorite Position:

Burning Spice Cookie’s favorite positions are missionary to doggy style. Sometimes he loves when his partners ride him

G) Goofy:

It depends on the day but it’s between goofy and serious

H) Hair:

Burning Spice Cookie sometimes keeps up his grooming, but he forgets sometimes but he usually trims every few weeks

I) Intimacy:

It depends but Burning Spicd Cookie so so on the romantic side but he does shows it to his partners more

J) Jack Off:

Burning Spice Cookie masturbates a lot in his free times, he does gets lonely a lot

K) Kink:

Some of Burning Spice Cookie’s kinks includes

•Pet Play

•Public Sex

•Stocking / Lingerie Kink

•Degrading / Light Praise

•Breeding Kink

L) Location:

Burning Spice Cookie’s favorite places to have sex is on his throne and his bedroom

M) Motivation:

What motivates Burning Spice Cookie is when his partners gets on their knees in front of him

N) No:

Choking is out of the question don’t even ask him!

O) Oral:

Burning Spice Cookie prefers to give oral than receiving it. But if he’s feeling nice, he will let his partners give him head

P) Pace:

Fast & Rough is what Burning Spice Cookie loves for sure

Q) Quickie:

Not a fan of quickies, there just a waist of time for Burning Spice Cookie

R) Risk:

Burning Spice Cookie is up for a risk, but nothing that hurts him or his partners

T) Toys:

Burning Spice Cookie Not a fan of toys, but if his partner has them, he will include it in the bedroom but not to often

U) Unfair:

Burning Spice Cookie is a huge tease, he’s very unfair. But he does this on purpose a lot

V) Volume:

Burning Spice Cookie isn’t very vocal, you’ll hear soft groans and grunts every now and then. But he will growl in your ear especially if he’s close

W) Wild Card:

Burning Spice Cookie has an dick piercing 🩷

X) X-Ray:

Burning Spice Cookie is packing 7.8 inches, yall definitely not walking for awhile

Y) Yearning:

Burning Spice Cookie sex drive is high, he’s lonely and pent up so what else you expect?

Z) Zzzz:

Burning Spice Cookie will sleep an hour after his partner sleeps. He wants to make sure there’s no marks or injuries on them

#lillies writing #cookie run #cookie run smut #burning spice cookie x reader #burning spice cookie

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that-howlingdrakesng · 1 year ago

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The urge to write some Monty Gator x Reader is strong.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #stygian rambles #There will be some smut involed dint worry #but knowing me i will make it a slow burn with a hint of spice

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lokissweater · 7 months ago

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Hi!!! Hope your doing wonderfully 🫶I absolutely adore your work! And this is the first time in asking anything, but if you haven't yet can you do a shy guys x popular reader with a lil spice but no smut! I'd appreciate it 🥹 have a lovely day or night 🩷

YUUUMMYYY oh my goodness i spiced but i think i spiced too much and if i did i am SO SORRY IM JUST A FREAK!!! but i hope you enjoy this piece and thank you so much for sending in a request!! MWAHH <33

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∘˙○˚.• DON’T BE SHY ∘˙○˚.•

{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}

summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3

warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 5.3k

authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but here’s a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!

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∘˙○˚. SATORU GOJO ∘˙○˚.

satoru wasn’t by any means a loner in college.

he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you did— your place being at the top.

but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classes— surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.

you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked you— his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when you’re around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.

but that wasn’t your fault, oh absolutely not.

it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesn’t care what.

even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.

you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and he’d still tell you he was to blame. that’s how much he liked you.

so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.

his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didn’t notice it and think he was a pervert.

“oh my god i’m so sorry—” you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.

he felt so lucky.

he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.

“i always get so stupid when i’m buzzed and i totally didn’t see you when i was walking…”

your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoru’s heart physically could not take it.

“it’s— it’s okay..” he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. “it was me i—” he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. “i wasn’t paying attention…”

“but are you okay though?” your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.

and he was all fucking over it.

he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.

“i put a stain remover on this so i at least don’t leave a red mark on your jeans!” you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. “and i’m really sorry again! i hope i didn’t ruin the party for you…”

his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. “n—no! you didn’t it’s okay!” he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. “y—you did nothing wrong...”

you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.

“i’m doing it, silly! i’m the one who spilled it.”

“but!—”

you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.

you noticed the look on his face and laughed.

“are you nervous? don’t be! i’m just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.”

satoru didn’t want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.

he swallowed.

you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoru’s fingers itching to touch it.

“at the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.” you giggled.

he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.

“did you—” he nervously looked at you. “did you also… help him?”

you smiled cutely. “nope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.”

thank god.

you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. “like— have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if you’re doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? i’m not helping you. your girl can help you.”

satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.

“and what about you?”

“me?” he mumbled.

“mhm!” you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. “have you ever made out with someone like that?”

“well— well—”

satoru’s never kissed anyone.

“well what?”

he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.

satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isn’t? is a liar. especially if it was you— even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.

“i’ve never uh—” he struggled. “kissed… someone.”

his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.

but your eyes widened.

“what? you’ve never kissed anyone?”

he shook his head, eyes to his lap.

“but you’re so hot?”

satoru shot up. “h—huh?”

“yeah!” you grinned. “you are! have you ever had a girlfriend?”

he shook his head again.

“what?! how?!”

you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. “what a crime…”

he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldn’t believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.

you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.

your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.

“wanna kiss me?”

“y-you?” he choked out, and you giggled softly.

“uh huh! o—only if you’re okay with it—” you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. “i just figured—”

satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out then— grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.

was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?

“yes!” he settled down a bit, sheepish. “yes i—i’m okay with it.”

you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.

“okay!”

you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.

and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.

it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.

and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didn’t.

what a greedy little thing… but you loved it.

he instantly pulled back.

“sorry i’m sorry!” he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like he’d just touched something scalding hot. “i don’t know why i—”

you giggled. “it’s okay! i liked it.”

“y—you did?”

“uh huh!” you nodded, leaning in seductively. “maybe you should do it again… and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel y’know?”

satoru couldn’t even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.

but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.

his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.

“wanna go to my room?”

∘˙○˚. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ∘˙○˚.

“if i can’t do it i’m turning the car around.”

“megs you cannot do that when we get there though!”

megumi shook his head. “and why not?”

“because you’ll scare every one away! what the hell is ‘with this treasure i summon—‘“

“yeah so that way everyone will think i’m a freak and leave me the fuck alone!”

you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each other’s so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.

which was all of the time.

though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.

all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.

and he was just regular— popularity and social statuses something he didn’t give a shit about as he kept to himself and didn’t speak to a single soul unless it was yours.

“but i thought you said you wanted to come with me!” you whined.

megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. “you dragged me i told you no i don’t like parties and you started crying—”

“okay and?” you grumbled. “what so now i can’t cry in front of you? i can’t show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?—”

“oh my god.” he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. “you’re putting words into my mouth—”

“and you’re putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.”

he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.

“am i not in the car.”

“you are.”

“and am i not here at this party with you.”

“you are.”

“so what more do you want.”

“a kiss.”

“fuck off—” megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.

“just be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like you’re plotting.”

“maybe it’s because i don’t wanna talk to them.” he mumbled.

through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himself— you really being the only exception in his life.

that’s why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your side— you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.

“no it’s because you’re shy and that’s okay!—”

megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of him— his pinky out like usual.

you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.

it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldn’t topple you over, them too inebriated to care.

“y/n!”

“hi guys!” you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.

you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.

and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.

“megs.”

“yes.”

“do you wanna dance with me?”

“fuck no.”

“whyyyy!” you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.

“because i don’t like dancing.”

“no one’s gonna notice anyways! it’s dark over there like completely.” you looked at him. “just come with me please.”

“no.”

“i’ll give you a kissy.”

megumi gave you a deadpanned look. “what is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?”

you ignored his comment. “i’ll do anything.”

“nope.”

“fine.” you stood up and tugged your dress down. “i’m just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him he’ll get a kiss out of it he’ll do it—”

megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.

“are you actually?”

“yes.”

his heart dropped.

“you’re gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?”

“yes! you know i love to dance—”

megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.

upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowd— illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.

it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.

he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his arms— instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.

“dance megs.” you spoke gently in his ear. “like this just sway—”

you moved your hips a little more, and though he didn’t exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.

“i hate dancing.”

you laughed. “do you hate me?”

“no.”

far from it actually.

“then this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.”

“i am letting loose.” he grumbled.

“you feel like a little stick though.”

“a stick?!”

you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.

“yes! i’m gonna start break dancing if you don’t.”

he gave you an incredulous look. “huh? you’re not serious.”

“that i am.”

“y/n i’m moving with you i’m dancing—”

“but your arms are just around my waist! you’re not even moving with me what are you talking about?!”

“what are you talking about?!”

you huffed and stopped moving. “i’m gonna dance with someone else—”

you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.

“no you’re not and you’re not kissing them either so don’t even think about it—”

“you can’t tell me what to do—”

you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waist— his strong grip not letting you.

“why are you being such a brat?!” he exclaimed.

you broke free and started walking.

“a brat that’s gonna dance with someone else!—”

megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.

there was your kiss.

he pulled away. “s—sorry i—”

you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.

you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldn’t hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.

you pulled away. “what are— what are we doing?”

his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. “i don’t— i don’t know—”

you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. “do you wanna— stop? i—”

you didn’t know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didn’t want to stop.

“fuck no.”

“okay—”

and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, down…

“can i—” you spoke in between kisses. “i’m gonna—”

megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.

you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.

“shit—” his arms tightened around you. “wait—” pant “i’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep—”

“do it.”

“no!” he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. “let’s go— to the car. the car please—”

you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.

“megs if we do this we can’t go back, okay?” your chest heaved, a little fidgety. “we can’t— we can’t go back to being just friends i don’t wanna be just friends—”

he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.

“we won’t.” he started.

“i don’t wanna be just friends anymore either.”

∘˙○˚. YUJI ITADORI ∘˙○˚.

being good at math had its perks.

yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.

but the minute you approached him one day— you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?

being good at math became a blessing and a curse.

yuji thought he was well off at math… but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didn’t know how to teach.

and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.

oh fuck.

“hi yuji!” you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.

“hey! were you able to find my building okay?”

you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chair— your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.

“oh no i was fine!” you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. “one of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.”

he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing it— though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried.

since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.

you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.

“sorry is it hot in here? i could open—”

“no! it’s okay!” you shook your head. “sorry i just— i’m really bad at math so i’m sorry if you can’t get anything through my head…”

you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.

“oh! don’t worry about that! that’s why i’m here to help.”

he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.

he was so nice.

“right!”

and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.

after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.

“phew, let’s take a break! is that fine?”

“mhm!” you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. “you’re really good at teaching yuji, like really good.”

“oh thanks!” he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. “i— i like math so i just, teach y’know..”

you nodded. “what’s your major? is it something to do with that?”

“oh no—” he shook his head. “i’m majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.”

“huh?!” you gasped, completely astonished. “i thought your major had something to do with teaching i’ve— i’ve never understood math before until you… you’re brilliant!”

he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.

yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. “t—thank you y/n!”

you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.

“do you um— are you thirsty? i have—”

he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. “i have water? here—”

he didn’t even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.

“i— i also have these!”

he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakery’s logo on the front.

“oh no yuji it’s okay!” your eyebrows pinched together in worry. “i don’t wanna take what’s yours just the water is fine!”

he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. “it’s all good! it’s your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.”

his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.

“how’s um— how’s your sorority going?” yuji asked.

“my sorority?” you tilted your head to the side. “how’d you know i’m in a sorority?”

“oh! well—” he went completely fucking pink. “s—sorry you’re kind of popular so i just heard..”

you hummed and quickly nodded. “no it’s okay! i didn’t know people were talking about me like that.”

you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.

“it’s going great! it’s really kind of you to ask.” you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. “it’s a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.”

yuji lit up. “that’s great! i’m glad it’s going well… i— i know i don’t know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that you’re the most qualified and deserving of a position like that…”

your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.

“thank you yuji… seriously. you’re so nice!”

you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.

the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.

“i’m sorry yuji… my motivation is running out.”

he laughed softly. “it’s okay! it happens. if you want we can stop here—”

“no!” you shot up. “i have to get through it i’ll be so mad at myself if i don’t.”

he looked at you, his eyes gentle. “you’re doing really great so far y/n.”

you blushed, “thank you…”

you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.

you really hadn’t noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yuji’s flushed face and blown out pupils… it clicked.

was he interested in you like you were with him?

maybe…

“i need motivation.” you sighed.

he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “i can— i can give you another donut at the end?”

you giggled. “it’s okay! i have an idea.”

he tilted his head, curious. “what is it?”

“maybe we can do like a reward system!”

“a reward system?”

“yeah!” you nodded eagerly. “for every page we cover, i get a reward!”

he sat up and smiled, “oh right! i’ll give you a donut after each page then!”

but you shook your head, and he deflated. “no?”

“do you know about hickeys?”

he choked, eyes widening dramatically. “a—about— well, yeah, i do.”

“maybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.”

you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didn’t just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.

holy fucking shit.

“you want—” he wiped his hands on his pants. “you want a hickey from— from me? really?”

“yeah! only if you’re okay with it, definitely not if you’re not.”

“no i—” his eyes darted from your neck to your face. “i am…”

holy. fucking. shit.

your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.

after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.

you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.

“only if you’re okay with it.” you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.

“i— i am.”

“okay! whenever you’re ready.”

yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.

your hands came to rest on his thighs as he sucked— slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.

he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.

and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. “it’s so pretty! i love it!”

a hesitant smile spread across his face. “r—really? you can be honest i—”

you looked at him. “no it was amazing! it felt really good!”

his dick twitched.

“okay let’s keep going now!”

well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.

this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into you— his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.

you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“can i please just give you another one?”

you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

“s—sorry—”

“don’t be don’t be—” he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.

you listened, your neck littered with yuji’s hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.

yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.

he pulled back, eyes half lidded.

“can i—” pant “can i give you hickeys on your tits?”

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