#wowee i love a man in glasses

[piastree]

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

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Summary : Y/n's mistakenly takes someone's drink at a party. Despite the initial embarrassment, they engage in light chit-chat and discover a sense of familiarity. Oscar introduces himself, and they exchange greetings, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

Notes: hiii! this is my first writing, if there are any grammatical errors or some other mistakes i wanna apologize in advance. I hope you like it and have fun while reading this<3 lemme know if you like it thankyouuuu

Y/n chuckled when she remembered how embrassed it was when she took the wrong glass and sipped it like nothing was wrong. But she could feel the confused look from someone beside her. "I'm thinking you might have grabbed mine by mistake." She glanced to her side, wondering if the words she had just heard were indeed meant for her.

"Huh?" She finally turned to fully face that man. He chuckled at her puzzled expression, but eventually, with a raised eyebrow, he pointed to the glass she was holding. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your drink." Her eyes widened in shock, and her heart raced as embarrassment flooded over her. He held back his laughter. "No worries. I can take another one," as he said, he cracked a grin like a friendly cat. His eyes squinted playfully, giving off a vibe that was both laid-back and amused. "Let me grab you another one." "No need for that, I-" Ignoring him, she sauntered away to fetch a new drink, intending to replace the one she had mistakenly taken from him earlier. It didn't take long for y/n to return. Once she returned, they engaged in light chit-chat, chatting about who invited them to the party. It wasn't until later that she realized the guy she'd been talking to looked kind of familiar. "So, which friend brought you here tonight?" she asked. "Oh, just through some mates, racing circles and all. What about you?" "Just here with a friend. By the way, you seem oddly familiar. Have we met before?" "I get that a lot. Maybe you've seen me on the street or something."

She just laughed, shrugged it off, and took another sip of her drink. At the same time, he shot her a cheeky smile, sneaking a few glances while she checked out the scene around her. After a bit, he decided to break the ice, "I'm Oscar, by the way."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, Oscar."

With a cheerful smile, they exchanged a warm handshake. It marked the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

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oscarpiastri Wowee… that was a cool weekend 🧡

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yourusername P2 and P3, boys!! Enjoy your moments. What a day to remember 🧡

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user CUTEE OUTFIT Y/N!!

user and now lando also here? who's she

user wow oscar put earmuffs on her??

user at this point i won't believe if they're just friends

landonorris oh now i'm your friend?? cool thanks

oscarpiastri stop overacting💀

yourusername should i post a whole photo dedication for you?😉

landonorris i'm not looking for trouble

user what is that mean landooo?? bcoz someone must be jealous?😂

user look at how oscar defending her lol

oscarpiastri you owe me a drawing of a four-leaf clover on my helmet

yourusername stay tuned for some top-notch artistry<3

user oscar indirectly said that y/n was his lucky charm!!

"Can't you stay for one more night?" Oscar asked. He walks over to y/n who is arranging her luggage a little hurriedly.

Y/n smiled before saying, "work can't wait. But I promise I'll come another day."

"Okay, i'll counting the days until you return."

She laughs, then stands up and pulls Oscar into her arms. "You're doing a good job. Keep going!"

"I'll miss you." He hugs her tighter, as if he's not willing to let her go.

"Me too."

They fall into a moment of silence, soaking in each other's warmth before having to go back to being apart for a period of time they don't know how long.

She never expect the party that night to lead her into a complicated situation, where she has to love someone who is out of her reach. Remembering how stupid she was that night for not recognizing Oscar right away when his face looked so familiar, and how Oscar didn't say anything until she finally realized.

"Oh! I have something for you."

She opens her bag and takes something out. A bracelet with a four-leaf clover. "I don't have the skill to draw, and I wouldn't risk making your helmet look ugly."

Oscar takes the bracelet and immediately puts it on. "I can't agree more. But it's more than enough," he replies mischievously while laughing. He is so happy to see the bracelet now neatly wrapped around his wrist. "Thank you."

"Your lucky charm when I'm not around."

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yourusername is this genuinely a compliment or a subtle jab?

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user oh you are not with oscar rn :(

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oscarpiastri A second reason to smile 😁🏆

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yourusername p.s hope oscar recovered well after lying on the floor

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oscarpiastri thanks for mistakenly grabbing my drink. Grateful for every twist of fate that brought you into my life🍻❤️

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[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group D Match 6

expand for propaganda! (major wall of text warning)

Henry Rollins:

"Honestly, Johnny Mnemonic Henry with the glasses and the lab coat was pretty hot"

"A wonderful physical specimen. Plus he’s really funny and weird….best hot ones interview of all time."

"I want him to run me over with a bus"

Stephen Malkmus:

"i can't even stand stephen malkmus but there's a very special girl out there who needs this win"

"My perpetually stoned, nonsensical girlfriend...if we don't invent the time machine soon I might die. He's like 6 ft tall so unfortunately I'd be like one of those birds that ride on giraffes and eat bugs out of their fur. And then I'd die in a weed accident during the recording of Wowee Zowee? Before that though I'd spend 25 hrs a day in bed with him. Alright thanks"

"Stephen Malkmus chronically addicted to moaning and gasping in Pavement songs like he’s getting the best dicking down of his life in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is asleep"

"This is the indie-label match, right? Then it has to be Malkmus, he *made* the scene. And he's still releasing excellent music today. He's just the most influential rockstar of the 90s."

"my gay pavement fan uncle gets out of prison tonight and he knows you ratted him out in '06. the only way to make this right is to vote for stephen"

"Pretty please vote for him, my friend loves him and he really wants him to win"

""There were times he refused to speak to his bandmates, pulling a jacket over his head and referring to himself as "the little bitch"." I have also heard him refer to himself as a brat, a queen, a primadonna, a sociopath, and a narcissist. All of these descriptors have made me want to slam him against a wall and turn his neck fun new colors."

"I mean, Pavement is THEE indie band of the 90s. The lowkey snark, Koreaaaa, so much style that it's wasted. And Malkmus is an understated cool rockstar: the hair, the face, Silver Jews! He never ever sold out. He's the 90s."

"the most beautiful man ever he looks like a gorgeous fairytale prince. he has been hot since he emerged on the scene and continues to be so as their reunion tour comes to a close. stephen forever"

"we have to consider the autism swagger. find me a pavement write up that doesn’t spend three paragraphs waxing lyrical on his inability to make eye contact. find me a YouTube comment section that doesn’t have hoards of moms swooning over his flat affect. his refusal to wear anything more formal than a flannel for the first decade of his career? genuinely culturally influential. 30 glorious years of expressionless performances. sunglasses in the dark. so many straight men falling over themselves for him they made a joke about it in the Barbie movie. raw tbh sex appeal. and he’s got a great nose"

"he had a couple of unfortunate haircuts during this period but highkey i would break both of my arms to just be able to make out with him. please vote for SM my life is in danger if you don't"

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Wouldn't trade this for the world

wowee I wrote something 😍😍

Tsym @amorvincitomnia-14 (my lovely wife 💕💕💕) for the request

gn!reader x r!Leo

1,033 words (ik its not a lot, but its good and I like it so suck an egg)

Reader is stressed and overworked so Leo decides to help

No particular warnings, just some fluff <33

"Argh! I *have* the right formula, *why* aren't I getting they right answer??" You groan in frustration. You were on your fourth hour studying- or was it your sixth? Either way, you'd been here a while. The school library was almost becoming a second home to you. Your friend April speaks up, watching as you slump against the table and bury your face in your arms. "Yknow, you don't have to spend *all* your time studying- you could..... Take a break? Eat something? Spend time with people other than your study group and these ancient textbooks? Yknow, normal healthy people stuff?" You sigh, looking up at her from your arms. "I can't take a break. Not with exams right around the corner! If I wanna pass them, I *have* to study." You turn your attention back to the textbook, determined to figure out how to solve this equation. April closes the book. "Your brain can't work under all this stress Y/N. You *need* to rest. Why dont you stop by the lair? Leo won't stop whining about how much he misses you." Hmmmm.... It *had* been a while since you saw your boyfriend- or any of the turtles for that matter. Maybe a break would serve some use... "I'll think about it" you say, reopening the thick heavy book to the right page. April sighs, shaking her head as she grabs her backpack. "Alright then Y/N. See you around." With that, she exits the library. Now its just you, your notes, and a whole lotta studying.

˚⊹♡2 hours later♡⊹˚

God how long have you been here? You're starting to despise that familiar library smell of books and old lady perfume. You look at your phone to check the time. 10:13?? Damn..... You've been here a while.... You set your phone down and lean back in your wildly uncomfortable plastic school chair, exhaling a breath. You should probably go home. You load all your books and notes into your backpack and sling it over one shoulder, before immediately switching it to the other side. Thank you shoulder pain. You slide your phone into your pocket and exit the library out the back. As you step outside, cool air, a nice contrast to the hot stuffy library, hits you in the face as you stand and take a breath. Starting your commute back to your apartment, you put your headphones on and turn on some music. By the time you finally reach home, exhaustion clings to you like a thick heavy cloud. Man, you've been working a lot haven't you? Your phone pings with a text message from Leo; with all the studying, you've barely spent time with him. 💙Leo💙: 'Mi amor, I miss you 😢 Would you be up to hang out?' On one hand, you would *absolutely* like to spend time with him! But on the other, youre exhausted and overworked and just need a nap. You: 'I'm sorry babe 😟 I've been studying for exams all day and I'm just really tired 😞 I promise we'll spend time together at some point though' You send the text, knowing you're about to disappoint the nicest boy in the entire world; but you you're too tired to care. You change into something comfy; sweatpants and a t-shirt you "borrowed" from Leon; and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to your room, setting the water on your nightstand before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp. You get to sleep for some 30 odd minutes before you're awoken by a knock on your window. You sit up and turn on the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. Looking at the window, you see none other than the one and only Neon Leon standing on the fire escape outside your window, waiting to be let in. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the soft warm embrace of bed and blankets to open the window, chilly air blowing in and pricking goosebumps on your arms. "Is that my SIX shirt? Ive been looking everywhere for that" Leo asks as he climbs in, bringing a plastic grocery bag in with him. "Thought I told you I was too tired to hang out" you say as you shut the window. "Youre dodging the question" he teases; "And I figured if youre too tired to come and spend time with yours truly, id come and be tired with you." He smiles at you, setting the bag on the bed and digging through it. "I got your favorite snacks, candies, that tea you like, and I even nabbed Donnie's laptop so we can watch something! And if you're not up for watching a movie, we can just sleep together. Well not *sleep together* sleep together- like- snuggling and napping together- yknow?" You can help but chuckle at him. He's such a dorky loser; but at least he's *your* dorky loser. You hug him, burying your fave in his neck to take in that familiar scent of peppermint sticks and black cherry merlot soap. "You're so amazing," you say, kissing his cheek and stepping back to look at him; "And it is your shirt" You smile cheekily as he scunches his nose and squints at you. "Why you little- that's my favorite shirt!" He says in faux outrage, bringing in the dramatics (something he's rather good at). "Thats why I took it. You wear it the most, so it smells like you" Leo can't help but blush. "You like my smell?" "Course I do. Makes me feel like I'm with you, even when I'm not." He wraps you in a hug, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. "Well I'm here now mi amor"

˚⊹♡-♡⊹˚

The rest of the night is spent lying in bed with Leo, sipping raspberry tea, and watching the Great British Bake Off. You eventually end up falling asleep cuddled up next to him with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in a warm embrace and god were you lucky to have a boyfriend like him. As you lay sleeping next to him, you know you wouldn't trade this for the world.

❀⋆˚✿˖°˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .-. ° . ᡣ𐭩 °˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚ ₊‧⁺˖°˖✿˚⋆❀

[gabessquishytum]

One of the ideas I’m obsessed with is Hob getting summoned instead of Dream because he has been touched by Death. The Corinthian would be unmade. So no glass sphere. But Burgess would find out very soon that Hob is immortal—but is not Death. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his uses.

Burgess forms a collar that hides Hob and keeps him bound to his will, but is easier to maintain than the circle. Either way, hob is trapped but not protected by glass. That means Burgess has a lot more options. He does experiments on him and sells his organs and blood, whatever he can do to make a buck.

Hob however isn’t like Dream. He begs and shouts and tries to befriend the guards and nothing works.

But he also tries to befriend Alex Burgess. Ironically as Alex grows up, Hob is a rare positive presence in his life.

One day, when Alex is a young man, Burgess catches him talking to Hob. Alex fights him and he dies the same way. For a moment, Hob is full of hope. But Alex doesn’t let Hob go. He takes Hob’s face in his hands and professes his love.

This was not the outcome Hob wanted at all. Hob tells Alex he can’t return his feelings. He has grown to be fond of him, but it’s too weird for him since he watched Alex grow up. But also, Hob reminds him, he is a prisoner, so even if he did feel the same, he can’t truly consent. Again he pleads with Alex if he really loves him, he would let him be free.

But Alex says he can’t let him go. He begs Hob to give him a chance; Hob begs for freedom. They’re at a total impasse.

The years pass. Alex tries to treat Hob better. He doesn’t sell parts of him or torture him. He lets him out of the basement to roam the house, walk the grounds, feeds him the best food money can buy. But no matter how much Hob asks, Alex refuses to let him go free. If enough time passes he is sure Hob will grow to love him back.

Hob is walking on eggshells. He knows Alex has all the power, only he can remove the collar, and Hob is very aware that if Alex snaps, all bets might be off. Every day that passes, neither of man getting what they want, Alex and Hob each get a little more desperate.

No one is looking for Hob. Even his stranger won’t know to look until 1989 at least—and that’s assuming he even shows up after Hob offended him so badly…

Wowee, I love this!!! I also love a good "Hob gets captured instead" fic and I really like the idea of Hob and Alex having this super complicated thing going on. I feel like Alex is a great narrative foil for Hob in many ways, I guess they have certain similarities. The differences all come in the ways that they view and perceive Dream as a friend/person/object.

Anyway I'm adding the second part that you sent which is also super interesting. I'm quite fascinated by the idea of Destruction being Hob’s rescuer, that has the bones of an AWESOME Hobstruction whump fic right there. I'm also very keen on the idea of the Corinthian somehow coming to have ownership of Hob...

Other possible candidates for who might free Hob that come to mind...

Calliope - once she escapes her own captivity, perhaps she seeks out other beings in trouble in order to give herself some closure. She "inspires" the captors to free Hob, not knowing anything about the friendship between him and Dream.

Death - she's kind of noticed that Hob hasn't died for a while (he does it periodically and it's a way for her to check in with him) and she goes to see what's up. OR Hob mentally breaks down and asks for Death to come to him. Whether she takes him to the sunless lands or not, I'm not sure!

[ferociousconscience]

#12 for Claquesous, #2 for Valjean, #23 for Javert!

Why, hello mysterious anon, who could you be? Heehee !

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? For Claquesous - Man! I love Claquesous! He's an underrated character. He's very very cool but also deeply deeply uncool. The duality of that mysteryman, I say. Thank you for asking about Claquesous. Saving my big grand crackpot theory about Claquesous alias Le Cabuc for a particular bit of meta that me and the ever-brilliant @patron-minette have cooking up >:D But other than that, I'll ape off Anna P-M's "Catacombs" thing for him, what with his Ventriloquism and that being associated with death and Necromancy (fascinating topic btw, wowee), I think him and Babet met because Babet was poking around in the Catacombs for teeth or perhaps weird looking bones… when suddenly, one of the skulls on the wall started talking to him, chattering its jaw and speaking in a funny voice. When Babet came closer to examine it (after getting over the initial shock, naturally), A different skull started talking in a different voice, and so on and so forth before the curiosity was overwhelming for Babet and he wanted to find the puppeteer behind this little performance. This did not go well, as Claquesous is a timid creature, very jumpy. Babet had to make multiple trips and build a lot of rapport before properly meeting the "Puppetmaster", as it were. Like feeding a stray and feral cat.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? For Valjean - I love that he's so crafty. He loves to make things with his hands. I love that his specialty for so long was Jewelry, specifically bracelets. There's something poignant about a man who wore chains for so long, turning his handcuffs into something more dainty and sweet, though not without the touch of mourning that the black glass provides. I love that he crafts things for children out of coconuts, makes a shuttlecock for Cosette… And let us not forget the concealed saw in the sous coin that saved his ass in the Gorbeau ambush. It's such a nice reference to the "Country Life" he once lived, and to the fact that the convicts of Toulon could make crafts to earn a bit of money while in prison. His craftiness is often overlooked! I say he needs to be crafting and sewing more things in fanfiction. Hey, maybe he could even teach post-Seine Javert how to have a fuckin' hobby for once…!

23. Favorite picture of this character? For Javert - Alas, I've already answered this one for Javert! However I'm in a generous mood. Please accept this, a sketched over rendition of Gustave Brion's famous Javert drawing. I use it as a discord icon, lol

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi! I have honestly been a fan for a while, but I get so ridiculously nervous about interacting so I never do 💀 However, I do love your work🩷 wereroomies is just 🤌🏻 absolute chef’s kiss for sure. Your writing is absolutely fantastic.

Anyway, I do have just a few questions so I’m sorry for how long this gonna be. This might be totally silly to ask (and you might’ve definitely answered this before and I just couldn’t find it because I’m blind™️), but did Chris have a complete emotional come apart when he first imprinted on pretty? Like did he do it on accident as an in-the-moment type of thing and then silently freak out and pretty is just like ??? Why is he acting so strange??? I feel like he would’ve been emotional during it so was it something pretty was just completely oblivious to?

On a similar note, would Chris react the same way to marking pretty? Honestly, I’m so curious about them. I love the duo way too much🩷

Does autumn ever tell Changbin anymore about what happened at her previous pack? I know he’s definitely not one to push, but did she ever have some bad nights where all she wanted to do was just tell someone to help kind of get it off her chest? I thought about this a lot when reading Heat since stress was the big underlying factor for her.

Also, I can’t stop thinking about Lee Know accidentally rumbling??? Like, my head just kind of spirals. Wowee.

I honestly can’t wait for the rest of the boys’ stories. I feel like Han is gonna be one to just fall so ridiculously hard and fast for someone, but it’s almost completely unexpected by him that he kinda freaks out. The kind to go running to Lee Know like “oh fuck what do I do?” And Lee Know is just ??? Uh… tell them??? Just asdfghjkl he’s so cute it’s ridiculous. Seungmin I’m sure is going to act so nonchalant about falling in love with his partner and yet man is he absolutely wrecked by how much he loves them. The kind to unintentionally (but completely intentionally) do that cute ‘see if my work crush likes me and puts their hand on the counter to keep me from bumping my head when I stand up from looking in the cabinet’ trend. Ugh I literally can’t handle it. Jeongin I feel like he has to fall in love over time, but he doesn’t realize it. Everyone in the pack points it out and he’s just like huh??? That’s my bestie, what’d’ya mean??? It ends up hitting him like a ton of bricks. Honestly just ARGH I cannot wait for their pieces.

Again I absolutely LOVE your writing🩵 please lmk if I’m just completely blind and you’ve already answered these questions. I need new glasses anyway so I would not be upset, promise🩷 keep up the amazing work!✨

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so, the act of imprinting is something that happens involuntarily, actually! so it wasn't like.. Chris chose to imprint. he just... did.

he didn't know it at the time, but the moment he imprinted was the moment he saw pretty the first time when she wanted to see the flat (it happens in Alpha Dog). those three realisations of him when he saw her, were all triggered by him imprinting.

then, also in Alpha Dog, we see the exact moment he realises he had imprinted. the exact quote is:

"So it was right then, right as he looked at the soft, focused features of your face when you massaged his scalp, that he realised that the universe had really made you all for him, perfect just for him". there are a couple of paragraphs after this that also illustrate the fact. in any case, i don't think Chris particularly had a moment of panic the next day when he fully accepted that he had, in fact, imprinted. he just kind of... accepted it, but as we know from Afraid to Lose You, he simply didn't want to force that on pretty (which was a bit dumb on his part, considering that, if he had imprinted, she would've imprinted on him, too. they are literal soulmates).

as for Chris' reaction if he ever gets to claim pretty and mark her.... i guess you'll have to wait and see 👀

i do think that Autumn has told Changbin a great deal about his former pack. she's probably opened up about it only to him and the other girls at the den, but Changbin is probably the one that knows the most. and it all makes his blood boil, but he tries to not let it show much so she doesn't stress about it. he wants her to tell him these things, to let him help her carry the burden of her trauma, y'know?

Minho rumbling.... so incredibly cute. i wonder if he's ever done it out of his rut... very unlikely, but who knows 👀

i love love love your take on how the future partners of the three wolves left would be.... can't tell you if they match what i have planned for each of them, but i certainly enjoy seeing what you think ahahahha

i'm glad you like my works, bb. glad you pushed through your nervousness and decided to reach out! i really appreciate your message, you know i love answering questions about any of my AUs hahah

[yeehawvamp]

MySweetieYJ| ♪

[artsyhamster]

Staring into those eyes, McCoy found himself wondering just when he decided he would die for this man. He felt a flush of shame for pulling away, even momentarily, from the friendship and understanding he knew Kirk constantly offered. "I'm with you Jim," he murmured, then nodded his head firmly. "I am."

I’ve been reading some old Star Trek novels lately, and wowee one of them had a very gripping McKirk scene that I couldn’t shake off so easily, so I had to draw it. Auuugh, I just love them a lot, your honor ´_`

Full scene under the read more, because it’s quite long:

Kirk frowned at the other picture, an ancient photograph of a man with short, dark hair, a round cheerful face, and wire-rimmed glasses, posed before an old-time submarine. "Who do you suppose this is?" "I don't–" McCoy's hand seizured out and clutched Kirk's arm as movement threw him momentarily off balance. The blood drained from his face and, for all he knew, disappeared into the bulkhead. He was suddenly cold all over and slick with sweat. Kirk eased him onto the edge of the bed. "Come on, Bones. Out with it." Embarassed, McCoy looked up from the floor beneath his feet. "out with what?" "With whatever's bothering you." "What makes you think anything's bothering me?" McCoy made the effort to look his captain right in the face and smile sickly. Kirk snorted, but the doctor couldn't tell if it was in disbelief or annoyance. "Well, for one thing, you're not displaying your sterling personality." McCoy returned the snort. "I don't have Spock here to serve as insipration." He burrowed his hands under his armpits on the pretense of crossing his arms. Kirk surprised his friend by leaning down and placing a firm hand on the bed of either side of McCoy, effectively trapping the doctor where he sat. "What's eating you?" "Nothing's–" "Bones." He spoke quietly, without annoyance, and drew McCoy's attention like steel filings to a magnet. Blue eyes met hazel ones of an intensity the doctor had never experienced with any other single human being. "I need you with me on this one. I need your way of looking at things to help me figure out what's happening on Nordstral. I can't do it by myself." Staring into those eyes, McCoy found himself wondering just when he decided he would die for this man. He felt a flush of shame for pulling away, even momentarily, from the friendship and understanding he knew Kirk constantly offered. "I'm with you Jim," he murmured, then nodded his head firmly. "I am."

Quoted from The Ice Trap, written by L.A.Graf

[mirkosintern]

Crawlin’ back to you

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint

notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol

word count: 3k

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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through

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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.

However, you were an only exception.

No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.

Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.

That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.

It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.

The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.

You are doing good without Dabi.

You don’t need Dabi anymore.

You are not letting him get to your head.

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A party.

League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.

“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.

“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.

“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.

“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”

“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”

“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”

A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”

“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”

The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.

“There they are.”

Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.

Dabi sees red.

His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”

“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.

Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.

But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?

“Fucking hell.”

Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.

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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.

 Truthfully, you were dying inside.

 What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.

 You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.

 Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“Dabi, what are you-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.

“Huh?”

“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”

Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.

“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.

“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”

“Dabi…”

He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”

His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.

“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”

It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?

“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.

“Say ah.”

“A-ah.”

You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.

The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.

“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.

“Ah, too big.”

“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”

Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.

You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.

“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”

Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.

“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.

“Y-you.”

“Did he ever make you feel this way?”

Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.

Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.

“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.

“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.

Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.

“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.

“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”

“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.

“Huh?”

You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.

“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.

“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”

[calypsoff]

Thirty Three. Part 2

I was dreaming of her, dreaming of her scent, her voice, her breathy moans in my ear as she curled against me, hands exploring her body. My eyes shot open, breathing heavily. My hand wiping my forehead, I am sweating. That dream felt kind of real, like she was here with me. I really want her so bad, staring up to the ceiling trying to gather myself, I just knew it. I knew I would be dreaming of Robyn after that facetime call, she was turning me on but I ended up falling asleep, clearly. Looking down at myself, I haven’t peed myself, but my dick is so fucking hard right now. Reaching my hand to the side of me, grabbing my phone from the side table “damn” it’s only like four in the morning, I wonder if Robyn is awake or will be asleep. Let me try her, you never know she may be awake, and she could help me with this issue, I mean this is on her and she did turn me on looking that fine. Tapping on Twin’ name, I feel so goofy right now. I can’t believe I am here having a nasty dream about Robyn, like am I child “you’re awake poppa?” oh Robyn is awake, she really awake “you having a party or something?” sounds like it “just a few drinks with my friends, I am shocked. You fell asleep, is everything ok?” I want Robyn so bad right now, it’s been far too long “mhmm I want you” I said it and I can only imagine what Robyn’ face is like “I am here?” she retorted “like I want you, your legs around my head, I am here dreaming of you. I want you so bad” the line went silent “oh” she let out “you are thinking on when I called you daddy” she said in a whisper, that soothing, sexy voice humming over the “could say” I whispered, I don’t know why I am whispering “It is late you know..” she dragged out “I need you” I said it again, I know she is smirking “I am going to bed” Robyn announced “he harassing you, go away poppa” they all calling me that “stop it now, I will be back. Depends” on she won’t be back, she is lying.

I smiled, she is in her hotel room now. God, I want her so bad. I exhaled slowly, mouth away from the receiver. There was a long comfortable silence, she is just listening to my breathing and I listened to her's. If we both closed our eyes it was like we were still next to each other. All that was missing was her warmth, her presence, everything I could hope to have, just short of the real thing. Breaking the silence “I watched you sleep for a while, I can’t believe you fell asleep on me though” I chuckled “medication kicking my ass” it’s like I could hear her smile, and as I closed my eyes I could see her. Delicate smile on her face, the phone to her ear “What are you wearing?” I asked her, voice soft and seductive “same thing I showed you earlier, just panties and a robe. How about you?” Robyn’ voice is so fucking beautiful, it’s sexual as fuck “me, uhm boxers. That is all” I missed her, but phone sex. That was just gonna make me miss her more “I was dreaming about you…” I whispered, “Oh really?” She asked, her curiosity peeked by her words and her sultry tone “And what was I doing?” oh we are doing this.

Waving to the crowd as I walked off stage, another date done. Another day down, closer to when I see my man. I am so excited to see him, he thinks I am not coming because I said I need to go Atlantic City but he doesn’t understand I have a two day break so I am seeing him, I am close by so I thought I would see him. See how he is, clearly he has become hornier. This man has sent me nothing but dick pictures, I am sick. He is sending them unprovoked now, I mean I don’t mind it but give me a break. I see his penis more than my own breasts, but I have to entertain him, of course I will he is my man. I have a rolling stone interview tonight so that will be done and in the morning I have the photoshoot and then after that I will be with Chris, I am keeping to the I am not coming vibe, I want to surprise him. I am super proud of him; I did think he would kick off way more then I thought but he hasn’t. He has used the time to reflect on things, he seems so much calmer “another day done” my tour manager said, Tina passed me my jacket “thank you baby and yes, I can’t wait for this shit to be over. Not in a bad way but I just have a lot on right now” making my way backstage ready to leave this place.

Making my way into the living room “Josh” the interviewer shot up, he seemed in a daze to meet me “wow, you are just amazing” shaking his hand “you think so” I laughed “I am nothing special now boy, come on. Nice that you can come out so late, you ready for the club? You don’t look it” I pointed at his outfit “club?” he retorted caught off guard “you hanging with Rihanna boy, you going to party with me. I mean we just going to go and have some fun, welcome to my life boo. Come” waving him over, I need a drink before we go “I didn’t know, the office just said to be here for eleven” I laughed, I laughed out because I was late “and I had you waiting outside, one thing about me. I will be late for everything, you smoke?” sitting on the bar stool “no, not at all” this guy needs better shoes “so they got me hanging with a nigga with bad shoes, I mean by all means but come on” picking the pre-rolled blunt from the counter “I left this for future Rihanna, past Rihanna rolled this and left for the concert and look, I am happy now” I smiled to myself “and relax Josh, I don’t bite” I winked at him “Tina! Pour some drinks for us” placing the blunt between my lips, grabbing the lighter to light the blunt “I am not prepared, I am just saying this out loud, you are very empowering” he is just full of compliments, clearly.

Josh and I clinked glasses “this bitch is my best friend Mel, I do not go anywhere without her. She is my other half” drinking the wine “so you both been friends since forever? Day one?” nodding my head “it was never a thing of she doesn’t have the talent or that she is not me. She is me, we are one. She is my best friend, my lover. She kept my bed warm at night, not in that way” I laughed “but where I go she goes, we been riding for each other since school. My team, we are all close. Shit, they all seen me naked, I walk around naked. Not in this occasion but we close, family type of close” Josh is just soaking everything in, an interviewer of course he is “does Mel still keep your bed warm at night now” I giggled “not that I know have a boyfriend, no” Mel and I just laughed “there was a lot of speculation that you was cheating on ASAP Rocky when you got with your current boyfriend, how it just started. I don’t know if that is something you read but it seemed like you had him there and had ASAP, was that the case or not” shaking my head “no, I am not a cheater. It happened quick and I get that I really do but I told Rakim straight away. I may have jumped because I was excited, I haven’t seen him for what seven years? So when I saw him, I just yeah. But I am happy, so happy that I could see myself leaving fame” I said it but laughed, I laughed it off but I meant it “you would do that?” Josh questioned “to protect my relationship, to confirm Chris hasn’t said any of this or asked of me to do that but he got hurt because of me, I love my fans I do but I have to think of my happiness but I won’t leave yet but it’s just something there” Josh looks shook “I hope you don’t, I think you got so much more to do yet, we haven’t heard the last of you” I pointed at him smiling “exactly, we can drink to that” holding my glass up.

Putting my earrings on, I wasn’t lying about going to the club “anyone got Josh new shoes” making my way out of the bedroom “wowee” he is crushing on me “I want you to include how much you crushing on me” I laughed “I will, because there is no denying how gracefully beautiful you are. After the incident at your home, the guy got sentenced and it was mentioned he was there for you?  He quoted things that I am not repeating, and I am sure you read, does that not scare you?” taking in a deep breath “I can’t be scared all my life with things, I can only pray to god to look over me. Men can be scary, let’s be real. If I was alone, I don’t know. And it does scare me because there are some crazy people out there, I just want to move on from it. I do” sitting down on the couch “is your boyfriend not here? Does he know he got attacked because of you?” I chuckled “he does, and he is in his hometown healing. I will be moving away from that place, sometimes I think I want to move out of country. Maybe back to Barbados where I can be me, where I don’t need to look over my shoulder, where my family and friends can be happy, you know?” shaking my head “maybe that is the peace you need, which leads me to you being stressed which caused you to miscarry. I am sorry to hear that happened to you, when I read it on TMZ and I saw the video of you crying, you made me cry because I could feel your pain through it, it was a weird feeling. The love and support you received and how you highlighted that this happens to a lot of women and how stressful it can be, being in the that moment for you, how did you feel?” I hate speaking on it but it’s my first interview since “erm, wow. I find it hard still, look at me teary eyed. But I uhm, when I was told I didn’t believe it. I just went within myself; I was in shock and I was in pain. So much pain, I am not stupid because if we’re having sex without protection I knew I would fall pregnant and look at god, I just feel pain. And I do, but with the help and support I push through. The baby wasn’t developed fully but when I read that it’s heart would be beating; it just makes me cry. I lost a piece of me when that happened, and then when Chris got hurt. I just felt pain, I felt like I was getting attacked like I am not supposed to be happy. But I need to protect my family, so yeah. Once this tour is over I have a lot to think about, for me, for my family, for my relationship” smiling lightly.

“Do you feel like your career has got in the way? Because I don’t know if I am hearing this right from you, do you think the things that happened wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t on tour?” Josh asked, I paused thinking trying to gather my thoughts “if you are asking if I wouldn’t have lost my baby, you’re right. I had a lot on without noticing, I am to blame too because I was changing, and I didn’t take action. I think maybe I have been thinking about my future too much that now I feel like I am too busy, but I am not saying I would leave music, I love doing it but I think I need to have my time, I need to heal properly. Nobody is me; nobody understands how I feel when I stand there. Because it was me, and I am going to be selfish and I am going to spend time with my man, but I think leaving the country seems to be my way forward anyways” I want to stray away from that miscarriage shit “are you in love?” I laughed out “yes I am, this is why I don’t get why people think I was cheating on Rakim. What happened was I knew Chris from when I came here as an exchange student, I knew him, and I fell for him there, but we split paths and we met again. I never forgot him Josh, never did. You just don’t, not when someone makes you smile the way they do. Am I in love? Yes I am, it’s rare to find that and I did. I found it in him and if you met him, you will see what I love about him, oh are we ready to go?” grabbing my glass, I am ready to get out of here.

I hope Chris appreciates this because I have been to the club, had that interview. Went to bed and then had the photoshoot in the morning all to fit him in, I can even stay the night. I am tired, the fuck. I don’t even know where Tina put him, I just said I did but I really don’t, she found the place, but it seems very peaceful around here, quiet and out of the way. I said to my manager I will see them in Baltimore tomorrow “is this the place?” I have no idea what I be paying out for “yes it is” oh this is fancy, no wonder Chris said it was too nice, I am super excited to see Chris in person. I am tired of talking to him dirty too, he is a damn feign. I don’t even want to think where he is putting those cumrags, he is nasty so I can only imagine “I can open my car door, thank you. See you tomorrow” grabbing the backpack “are you sure? I will watch you go in” opening the door and getting out of the SUV “thank you” closing the door, walking up the drive. Chris is having breakfast in the afternoon, he said he just woke up so I guess it will be a nice surprise for him. Walking up the steps, I can’t wait to see my bald poppa in person. Knocking on the door and stepping back from the door, I know they are eating but someone can open the damn. I know Chris won’t be coming to the door, I was going to knock again but I can see someone coming to the door. Seeing Clinton’ face “hey” I said smiling “oh wow, what a great surprise. Come in, come in please” he opened the door wider for me “what that!?” Chris shouted, stepping inside “he is in the dining room, he is going to be so excited. Does he know? I don’t think he does, or he would have mentioned it” shaking my head following Clinton to the dining room “who is it?” Chris asked again “for you” Clinton pointed behind him, Chris looked behind him “w-what? Twin?” he said in shock “I came to see your bald self in person, hey boys” placing my backpack down “oh my god, you are really here. Wow” placing my arm around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his bald head “I have been waiting to do that to you” Chris is still trying to get over me being here, he is shocked.

[lampmeeting]

If you still need a toki/mags prompt, can I suggest 40 or 42? (I made this for you / is this ok?) I'd love to see anything anyone else picks instead too so don't worry about this one if there are others!

ohh thank you!! “is this ok?” grabbed at me immediately :O

this one gets a bit lewd and a little sad........sorry...(but it’s sweet!)

also post-doomstar, but maybe like 3 or 4 months after the other fic (sorry it’s mostly in magnus’ apartment again haha, the poor man doesn’t get out much)

=+=

A kiss on his way out the door became a regular occurrence. A quick press of lips, a soft sigh, a softer smile, and then Toki would head home. Magnus didn’t know what the fuck it meant, hadn’t really felt up to analyzing it yet. He just knew he liked it when it happened, and obviously it was something Toki wanted to do since he initiated every single time. Even so, once Magnus was left alone in his apartment, there would come that not-so-small voice in the back of his head screaming doubts at him, as it liked it do.

After what you’ve done, you don’t deserve this. Especially not from him.

The next time Toki flew over, Magnus had promised to take him to that really nice aquarium over in Scottsdale. Toki had been talking about it for weeks and texting him pictures from their website. “They gots the movings stairs with a fish tanks all arounds you!” And he was right, they did, and Toki dragged Magnus up and down that escalator at least a dozen times.

Well, maybe dragged was a strong word. Aggressively encouraged, perhaps. Magnus wasn’t really a fish guy, but he had to admit his heart swelled with affection as Toki stared up at the curved glass of the tunnel, pointing out fish as he saw them and tugging at Magnus’ arm.

“Looks at that ones! Oh oh! That ones! And those ones! Oh, wowee!”

The touch pools were Toki’s favorite, though. He flinched with a squeak each time he poked a grippy sea anemone, and he gazed with wonder at the scuttling underside of a horseshoe crab as one of the handlers showed it off to him and a bunch of gathered kids. He tried to get Magnus to pet the stringrays but every time one started to glide close Magnus lost his nerve and popped his hand out of the water to a chorus of children’s laughter. He really wasn’t a fish guy. Still, the brief humiliation seemed worth it if only to hear Toki’s laughter like music over the other voices.

After a visit to the gift shop, they rode the bus back to the Home for Wayward Musicians where Magnus was still set up. Things were...better, he supposed. The job was good. He wouldn’t say rewarding exactly, but it was whatever. And he wasn’t being kept tabs on so strictly anymore, had more freedoms. Still didn’t have a car, but Toki had convinced Offdensen to have a proper lock installed in the door and to remove the security cameras. Dude wasn’t even their manager anymore and he was still taking care of shit. Magnus understood that inability to walk away.

Once inside, Toki took a running dive onto the sofa, hugging his new stuffed whale, sprawled out on his back. “This was the best days evers!”

Magnus peered down at him, resting elbows on the back cushions, exhausted and achy in his chest, but content. “Glad you had fun, buddy.”

“And you hads fun, toos?”

He did, actually. “Yeah.”

Toki smiled, smooshing his cheek into the fuzzy whale. “That’s good to hears.”

Magnus realized he was smiling back and cleared his throat, ears warm. “You wanna get a pizza or something? I dunno about you, but that jellyfish funnel cake in the food court didn’t really do it for me.”

Toki’s eyes twinkled. “Yes please! Ooo!” He sat straight up. “Cans we gets that place whats has the reallies good, um, tir--tirs--um, tirmas--”

“Tiramisu? You mean Parlor?”

“Yeps!” Just as Magnus was about to fret about the cost, Toki added, “I wants to pays for it, toos.”

“What? No way, you’re visiting me. You’re not paying for dinner.” That hurt to say because Parlor was fucking expensive as hell, but it was the principle of the damn thing. He was trying to be a less shitty person, after all. And besides, Toki was only able to come see him every couple weeks, so in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t too terrible.

“But you pays for the aquariums,” Toki said. “And the bus. Ands my whale.”

Magnus felt like he was arguing over the check at the end of a date. No, no, honey, of course you’re not paying. Put your wallet away, this is my treat.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re my guest and I wasn’t raised in a fucking barn. I’ve got this, so don’t you even--uh, what’re you doing?” He almost laughed. “Are you texting right in the middle of me fucking talking to you?”

Toki was on his phone, tapping away with his thumbs, the whale nestled in his arms. His tongue poked out and Magnus fell silent, watching it play across his wet lips. Oh, that was...oh.

After a moment, Toki held up his screen with a smug grin. “Ha! Reads it and weeps!”

Magnus blinked hard to clear the daze from his head and squinted. Order Completed - Thank You! Oh, that crafty bastard had ordered the pizza online! “Hey, not cool, man. You can’t just do that!”

Toki sat there and giggled up at him. “But I dids it!”

The pizza came (Toki had picked Magnus’ favorite, the margherita, damn him) and they ate and watched Dirty Harry and had a few beers. Magnus was still feeling a little gripey about Toki getting the upper hand, but about halfway through the movie Toki finished off the last bite of his tiramisu and reclined into Magnus’ shoulder, and that improved his mood more than he wanted to admit.

“I likes this movie.”

“It’s a classic for a reason,” Magnus said, casually throwing his arm around the guy. Couch cuddles were a normal thing for them now--just something else he refused to think about too hard. It was enough to just enjoy it.

As he settled in a little closer, Toki made a small, relaxed sound in the back of his throat that could’ve easily doubled as a moan, and Magnus’ heart throbbed with a weird skip. His breath caught for a second and heat pooled heavy in his hips. Fuck, he was not doing this right now. He was too old to get hot and bothered just from the sound of someone’s voice. And it didn’t help that Toki kept shifting and rubbing up on him.

Thoughts racing, he traced fingers up and down Toki’s arm and tried to keep his breathing steady for the rest of the movie, barely noticing when Toki snickered at the tits in the topless bar or gasped as Harry dodged bullets fired through the roof of the school bus. When it ended Toki yawned into his whale and announced that he should probably have the jet brought around and start the long flight back home.

Magnus suddenly realized he didn’t want Toki to go at all. Sometimes he had thoughts like that, but never this strong. He wanted to hold Toki snug to him and tell him to call the jet off. He wanted to watch another movie. Play a fucking game. Talk. Anything to keep him in the apartment. But he didn’t say anything, just let Toki get up from his arms and stretch until his fit stomach peeked out between shirt and pants.

He averted his eyes, saw the whale still left on the couch. “You taking this guy?”

“Nopes, he can lives with you. He keeps you company whiles I’m gone so you don’ts gets lonely, okay?"

Magnus’ throat tightened just a bit. “Okay.”

They walked to the door and Toki grabbed him around the middle in a loose hug, grinning up at him. “It was goods to sees you, Magnus. You ams doins, um, reallies great, and I’ms, um.” The grin twitched a little and he went kinda pink high up on his cheekbones. “I’ms prouds of you. S-Sorries, that sounds silly, I thinks...”

“No,” Magnus said quickly, “it’s, uh. It’s fine. That’s good to hear, actually. You, uh--” He swallowed. “--you make it easier, y’know.”

Toki’s eyes went wide and round and looked like two twin aquariums in his head. “Toki...helps?”

“Well...yeah, of course you do, buddy. Of course you do.”

“Oh.” Toki trembled against him. “Ohh, wowee.” Then he craned his neck up and pushed his lips to Magnus’, kissing him firmly. He was delicious, tasting of rich coffee and sugary marscapone. Magnus savored it and waited for him to pull away like he usually did, but Toki twisted fingers in his shirt and moaned and didn’t let him go.

Holy shit, this was new.

And Magnus wanted it.

He reached to cup Toki’s jaw delicately with one hand, his other sliding down to hold him at the small of his back. Toki shuddered and his mouth fell open, deepening the kiss, and he forced Magnus backwards until they thudded into the wall.

“Oof--”

“Sorries.”

“S’fine.”

They continued their crushing kiss and Magnus drew Toki’s hips against his own. Toki gasped, rocked into him, and fuck the guy was already hard. All right, so this was certainly a thing that was happening.

Magnus slipped his hands under the hem of Toki’s shirt to grip at his waist, marveling as core muscles flexed and moved beneath his fingers. How was he in such good shape? What did he do? Magnus tried to think back to when he was that young, all the energy in the world, could get his dick up at the drop of a hat. Better times, man. Could’ve done without the raging smack habit, but, y’know, live and learn.

Fuck, Toki wasn’t slowing down. His breath was fast and needful as Magnus raked hands over him everywhere he could touch. “Magnus--” The kiss broke for a second, long enough for Toki’s pleas to leak out. “More--”

Magnus brushed lips teasingly along Toki’s jaw, his earlobe, down the length of his neck, earning a shaky “oh, fucks”. The earthy smell of the day’s sweat filled his nose, but also the distant scent of strawberries. God damn, was that his shampoo? It made his mouth water and his senses swoon. As he reached the base of his throat, Toki let his head tip back into Magnus’ waiting hand, surrendering to him with a shivering groan.

All right, now was Magnus was hard. He could get off just listening to this. But as he took a moment to adjust himself in his jeans, reality, unfortunately, caught up to him. Every doubt he’d been stuffing down, every nagging feeling that lingered in the wake of Toki’s goodbye kisses, they crowded in on him now and demanded to be dealt with. He pulled back and Toki rubbed bleary eyes, obviously confused.

“What’s wrongs?”

Magnus tried to steady his breath. He didn’t know how to explain himself. “Just, uh. I dunno, Toki. Is this...okay?”

Toki seemed to sober a bit at the question. “Is whats okay?”

“What we’re doing.”

“Magnus.” Toki heaved a frustrated sigh. “Is totallies normal for two mens to kiss each others and be--”

“I know that,” Magnus said, and he couldn’t help the slight laugh that huffed out of him. “I know that very well, trust me. No, I meant, like, us specifically. Is this okay for us.”

“I thinks sos. Why wouldn’ts it?”

“Because of, well--” Over Toki’s shirt, he pressed a palm to his back where he knew the knife scar still marked his skin. “This.”

Toki had shown him the scar a few months ago, was almost excited to. He’d said the lights had made him heal faster and better than he should’ve, and the scar was only barely raised and felt smooth to the touch. Magnus still didn’t know what he thought about lights and gods and prophecies. It all felt so far away from him, and when he thought about what he had seen that night, the star and the bolts of white electricity, Toki felt far away too, even moreso than he was already.

“Oh,” said Toki. “Right. That.”

“Yeah.”

“I know we don’ts...talks about it very much,” Toki said, looking down and fiddling with the buttons on Magnus’ shirt. They really should talk about it more, Magnus resolved. It would be good for both of them. “But, um. Evens though you hurt me and dids bad things, ams givins you the second chance. I know you wasn’ts my friends before, but you ams my friends now. And you makes me happy, and I cares about you, so I’ms not gonna gives up on you.”

Magnus’ heart beat in his throat. That just might’ve been the kindest thing anyone had ever said to him. “I...care about you, too.” He tried to squeeze out more words, like thank you for one, but there was an honest to god possibility he’d start to choke up.

Toki seemed to understand his difficulty and smiled as he brought Magnus’ hand back to the curve of his cheek. “Kiss me agains.”

“If youre sure it’s okay.”

“Is more than okays.”

This time it was tender and unhurried, still just as heated but without the frantic urgency, very unlike any kiss Magnus has ever experienced. There was a love in it, something gentle, something that made him ache so sweetly inside and at the same time catch fire.

“I don’ts wants to go,” Toki sighed into his mouth.

“Then don’t go,” Magnus said, burning, their foreheads touching. “I’m so fucking tired of missing you when you’re gone. Stay with me tonight? Please?” To say please, to ask for such a thing aloud so blatantly, it was like cracking his chest open all over again, exposing his heart.

Toki nodded, rubbing their noses together, and he took Magnus by the wrists and drew him away from the door. “Lets me takes you to bed.”

“Toki...”

“Lets me takes care of you.”

Magnus allowed himself to be led. And in the comforting darkness of the bedroom, with his arms curled over Toki’s strong shoulders, he allowed himself to be loved.

[rairahime]

Part 2 of “IkeRev Thigh Strap Appreciation Post Cause They Deserve It”

So i decided to make a part 2 cause my sleep deprived self completely missed LOKI AND HARR?? In addition, we deserve to appreciate thirst more so here goes nothing, so get yourself a glass of water strap on in (haha)

Here is Part 1 if anybody missed it

There also may or may not be a bonus in the end~

Also tagging @youreawizardharr cause her boi is here :’)))

OKAY SO LOKI? This spicy boi’s thighs just 👏 WONT 👏 QUIT 👏

LOOK AT HIM!!!!

LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

LOOK AT IT!!!!!

anD ITS ON BOTH LEGS, LAWWWDD HAVE MERCY

And honestly, i see Loki taking them off and strapping it to your thigh... or maybe, using them to tie your hands up....for.....reasons.... 👀

It’s reallly unfortunate that you cant really see if very well on the normal stories, cause they’re kinda lower down, BUT THEY’RE REALLY NICE IN THE CGS (which i dont think cybird likes us to post so i had to stop myself from sharing :( )

Okay, next,,, is Harr- it’s not really a thigh strap,,, im aware, but the effects are still there (and i really hope its not like for an injury or something ;-; )

BUT LIKE,

WOWEE

BABY

And like... imagine wrapping that up for him slowly... making eye contact with him and ““accidently”” grazing your fingers a lil higher up than was intended 👀

MAN THIGH STRAPS ARE WHACK I LOVE EM

**BONUS**

Edgar’s freakin SPATS.

It’s sexy, it’s hot.

Not a thigh strap, but it evokes the same energy. What is that energy? Well,

It makes me

wanna

licky

lick lick

so in summary:

IM HEADING TO THIGHLAND!!!!!!!!

[juliussneezerfics]

His Past, His Present, His Future - Chapter 16: Sunset

Wowee, not super satisfied with this ending. Also, sorry for the lack of content! Last week was CRAZY busy for me. Coming soon is a sneak peak of my upcoming fic! 

Italy is determined to take Germany to see the world's most beautiful sunset.

Ao3

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They bounced among the different stalls, coming away with food until they were stuffed far too much. Germany bought Italy gelato at a gelato cart, Italy predictably taking ages to select a flavor out of the five available options. As Germany stood there, he spotted a flower stall. He scanned all the flowers, hardly noticing their vibrancy as he looked for... a lily! Perfect! Italy finally selected vanilla, Germany quickly paying the gelato salesmen before beckoning Italy over. 

“Where are we going?” Italy asked, licking his gelato.

Germany stopped in front of the stand, sure that he looked extremely lost as he stumbled along in clumsy Italian. "Please...” That was please, right? He pointed to the lily, looking apologetically at the woman. "I don't speak Italian. Do you know English or German?"  Germany had memorized that phrase for so many different languages it was hard to count. 

The florist laughed kindly. “Yes, I know English.” She adjusted her glasses. “It is alright. You want the lily?” 

Germany was relieved that she took it with grace. “Yes please.”

She handed him the flower, smiling as he paid her for it. “Would you like it wrapped?” 

“No, thank you.” 

“Okay. Have a good day!” 

Germany nodded to her, walking away. 

Italy followed him. “You did well, Germany! And what a pretty flower! Did you know it’s-” 

“The national flower of Italy.” He thrust the flower out to Italy, staring unblinkingly ahead. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. “It’s for you.” 

Italy gasped, his smile somehow widening even further. “Really?” 

Germany risked a glance at his friend. “Ja. South Italy said you liked them.” 

Italy took the flower, tucking it behind his ear. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Germany! It’s so pretty!” 

Germany smiled, slightly distracted by how the white of Italy’s smile seemed to dull the white of the petals. “You’re welcome.” 

The afternoon passed in a relaxed way. They wandered around the town, stopping at old ruins as they passed them. Germany would stay far too long, reading the plaques that accompanied the historical site, Italy hovering nearby and taking too many pictures. They wandered across various coffee shops, Italy wanting to stop occasionally. They would talk as their coffees slowly got cold, Telling each other amusing stories about the other countries, about fan encounters when they were just trying to grab groceries, and memories. Memories that Germany was a part of. Memories that Germany had made. It was a refreshing change. He laughed that afternoon in a relaxed way that was rather uncommon.

 And all this time, there would be casual touches on the shoulders and arms. The brushing of hands while they walked. The grabbing of Germany’s wrist whenever Italy saw something new and interesting. And there were gazes that lasted too long. And staring at Italy whenever he wasn’t looking, wondering how someone could look so perfect without even trying. And tracking the sun’s progress as it sunk lower in the sky, almost as if Italy were counting down how long it would be until he could take Germany to see the world’s most beautiful sunset. And there was Germany’s heart beating far too quickly to have been healthy.

 “Oh, it’s already almost dinner time!” Italy realized, looking at Germany’s watch.  Germany hummed. “I’m not hungry. You?” 

“No.” Germany raised his eyebrows, surprised. 

“We ate so much at lunch that I can’t be hungry! Besides, we’re already so close to the gardens!” 

“The gardens?” 

They turned the corner, Italy spreading his arms out to display what looked like a castle. 

“Italy, I will admit I’m not a gardener. But this is a building.” Germany said. He read the sign on the front of the castle. “Villa Cimbrone? You brought us to a hotel?” 

“Not just any hotel, Germany.” Italy seized Germany’s hand, pulling him toward the castle and through the front door. 

A receptionist looked up from his computer with a smile. “Welcome to - Italy?” His smile fell in shock.  

"Hello! My friend Germany and I would like to see your lovely gardens! Is that okay?" 

"Yes, of course! Follow me, sirs." The man got up from his desk, speaking into his dispatcher as he led them through the lobby. 

“What was that about?” Germany muttered to Italy. 

“I basically said that my friend Germany and I wanted to see the garden, and he said ‘yes’.” Italy’s tone told Germany that he had been expecting this. But of course, who will turn down their country’s icon? “Usually you would have to pay, but.. I don’t think that will be a problem for us.” 

“Probably not.” Germany took a moment to appreciate Italy’s ingenuity. 

The receptionist opened a door in the lobby, facing them. He said something in Italian, Italy raising his hand and shaking his head as he responded. The receptionist bowed his head quickly before he returned to his desk. “Follow me.” Italy said, leading Germany out the door. 

Germany followed Italy out in a square, the edges held up by stone pillars. Strands of ivy climbed up the pillars, framing the grey stone in threads of green. The sky was visible out of the top of the square, the blue fading into a slight yellow. In the middle of the square was a fountain, the sound of trickling water echoing off the stone. Italy, however, was quick to pull him through this before Germany had time to fully appreciate it. They wandered on a cobblestone sidewalk that twisted this way and that, through flowerbeds and topiaries and beautiful trees. It was indeed a sight to behold. It was the epitome of order and beauty, trimmed to perfection. The ocean was visible through some trees, though Germany was content to just enjoy what was around him. The sounds of birds singing, of the waves in the distance... there was a faint smell of something sweet in the air. But most of all, Germany enjoyed his time with Italy. 

Italy was looking this way and that, his curl fluttering with the leaves in the trees as a soft breeze played through them. He was alight with curiosity, drawing Germany’s attention to the things around them with what seemed to be increasing excitement. By the time Italy led them back toward the main area of the garden, it was almost sundown. They found themselves on a paved stretch of sidewalk leading to a statue, four pillars on each side holding up a domed roof. They meandered down the path, Germany keeping his eyes on the statue. 

By the time they were beside the statue, though, Germany’s attention was captured by the view beyond. He stepped forward. They were on a balcony, the edges rimmed by an iron railing. Every few feet, the railing was interrupted by a stone pillar, on which rested a carved bust of stone. In the middle of this balcony was an outward semicircle of iron railing. A place where someone could see the unobscured view. Side by side, the two walked toward the circle. They stood there, the breeze playing with Italy’s loose hair. The sun was a fiery orange, setting the surrounding clouds on fire and casting the sky with a light pink that faded into a deep fuchsia. Yellow surrounded this myriad of color, the entire flare framed with whatever little powder blue sky remained. Beneath the sun, the red sky was interrupted by the waving ocean. The water reflected the fiery colors above, setting it to motion as the water trembled with the tide. The trees and houses of the island were bathed in the golden orange light, almost as if it were accepting the sun’s warm embrace. It seemed as though Italy were right. Here was where the sun kissed the world goodnight. 

Germany looked over at Italy, taken aback at what he saw. Though the sun may have looked beautiful reflecting off the waves of the ocean, it was truly stunning on Italy’s hair as it waved in the wind. Though it was lovely as it set the sky on fire, it was gorgeous as it cast its rays on Italy’s face, showing the curvatures and shadows on his face. Italy’s skin accepted the sun better than the faces of the houses there ever could. And as Italy turned to him, Germany realized that the sun burning bright in the sky was pure darkness when compared to the light that was in Italy’s eyes. 

“I...” Germany cleared his throat. Italy had said it was the most beautiful sunset in the world. Germany was inclined to agree. But it wasn’t because of the sunset on his surroundings that he agreed with him, but because of how the sunset reflected off Italy. The man that he loved. “Italy I...” 

Italy smiled up at him. The world around him faded. It faded into blurred smears of color, like watercolor paints on wet paper. All that remained in complete clarity was him and Italy. 

“Italy, I...” Germany cleared his throat. God, what was he even supposed to say? He looked over, unable to string a competent sentence together as he looked at Italy. “Er... what I mean to say is-”

Italy leaned forward, his lips crashing against Germany’s. 

Germany’s eyes flared open, his mind almost completely stopped. A mental Windows Error noise. He was then finally aware of what was happening, his arms resting on Italy’s waist as his eyes shut.

Italy’s arms wrapped reached over Germany’s broad shoulders, coming up around his neck. He broke the kiss, looking up in Germany’s eyes as his face split into a grin. 

Germany was stunned, him staring down at the smaller man and blinking stupidly.

“I love you too! So, so much!” Italy dissolved into laughter. Germany finally broke into a smile, mostly unaware of anything else except how happy he was. He leaned down, Italy’s arms coming back up around his neck as Italy rested their foreheads together.

Germany didn’t know his past. He didn’t know if he was Holy Rome. He was unaware of what had passed, who he was, who he was going to be someday. But as Germany finally, finally pressed his lips against Italy’s, he was unafraid of this. Because he knew who he was now. In the present. And more than anything else, he knew that Italy was his future.

Y’ever just read your writing and cringe? XD

I already thanked them on Ao3, but @badwolfhufflepuff deserves a million ‘thank you’s. They commented more than anyone else, giving me far more grace than my first fic deserved. You’re a star, broski! Thanks for inspiring me through this process! They already have a profile on Ao3. Their stuff is really good so far! Make sure to check them out! 

[brandnewwingz]

Can we please get more omega!Hide with his harem of alphas? It could be anything you want. Angst or fluff or hurt!Hide. Your last hidekane fic was so amazing.

OS Kaneki joins the party!

Because I’ve been reading copious amounts of Spider-Man fanfic and such, I ended up making OS Kaneki kinda like Deadpool in a way, sooo-yeah. 

Kaneki is Black Reaper

Kuro is Kuroneki

Shiro is Shironeki

Haise is Sasaki Haise

Ken is OS Kaneki

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Hide rubs the bridge ofhis nose while closing his eyes. Why are these men so acclimated for themornings? It’s not even seven yet, and they’ve already given Hide a migraine. “Youroldest brother, Ken, whom is the leader of the notorious gang, Aogiri Tree, hasbeen released from prison?”

“Yes.” Shiro nods.

“He was sent there for manslaughter, so his time thereshould’ve been a minimum of thirty-five years?” Hide continues.

“Well, yes and no. Sometimes it can be ten years when otherfactors are put into play.” Haise holds his chin in thought.

“So, he weaseled himself into getting less time in prison.”Hide states.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Kaneki nods, pushing his glasses up totheir proper place on his nose.

“So, to put it simply, he’s a dangerous man.” Hide puts hishands on his hips.

“Very dangerous.” Shiro confirms.

“And you want to give him a home here?” Hide arches a brow.

“Yes.” They say at once.

“… Well it was nice living with you all. I’ll leave my halfof the rent on the kitchen counter. You can wipe my credentials off your phoneand stay clear from my family.” Hide goes to the desk in the living room andopens a drawer. He pulls out his checkbook and a pen and gets to work.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. None of that, okay?” Haise plucks the checkbookfrom Hide’s hands. “I thought you liked, Ken? You did when you were younger. Hewas your favorite in fact.”

“Yeah. You used to go to him for help instead of me orHaise.” Kaneki crosses his arms. “Whether it was a nightmare or bullies, youalways went to Ken. Hell, you made him a flower ring and made him promise tomarry you when you both grew up.”

“That was so long ago! That was before he turned out the wayhe did!” Hide’s face is red. He tried to forget that.

“Come on. You know he wouldn’t hurt you.” Kuro rubs Hide’sback.

“But I’m an omega now. What if-“

“He may be the leader of a gang. He may have killed somepeople, but Ken has a code he lives by. He would never put his hands on you.”Kaneki says seriously. “Not without your consent.”

“Yeah. Why do you think he killed that man in the firstplace and got sent to jail? That man tried to kidnap you, so Ken went all out.”Shiro points out. “Ken loves you like we do.”

“Ken is like a knock off version of Deadpool.” Hide mumblesunder his breath.

“Yes, and you’re his Spider-Man.” Haise pats Hide’s head.

“Fine, but I’m not going to act like I like him or anything.I probably won’t even talk to him.” Hide pouts.

“That’s fair.” Haise smiles and goes to the kitchen. “He’llbe here soon. I’ll get started on breakfast. You get washed up.”

“He’s already on his way!?” Hide panics.

“You don’t expect him to sit andwait at the jail, do you?” Shiro chuckles. Hide just whines and storms to thebathroom.

Hide takes his time in the shower. He lets the warm waterease the tension in his muscles. The blond picks up his personal favorite bodywash and gets to work. The sand exfoliating body scrub strips away the deadskin and makes his body all smooth. Hide uses Haise’s favorite shampoo to spitehim. The omega uses Kaneki’s favorite conditioner for the same reason. Also, he’llsmell like them, so it’s a huge plus.

When the shower starts to run cold, Hide reluctantly turnsoff the water. He reaches through the curtains for the towel. Once acquired,Hide wipes down his body and then ties said towel around his waist. The omegathen grabs another towel and scrubs his hair dry.

Hide opens the bathroom door, and steam wafts out and intothe rest of the apartment. He can smell an assortment of foods from the kitchen.He hears the alphas bickering with each other about what else they should makeand who gets to sit next to Hide at the table. The blond can’t help but smile.

He moseys to his bedroom and gets dressed. He’s not sureexactly what he should wear. Should Hide wear something nice or something casual?It’s just Ken, and it’s not like Hide needs to really impress him. Casual itis. Hide drops the towel around his waist on the bed and opens his dresser. Hegrabs a pair of boxers and is in the middle of putting them on when he hearssomeone whistle.

“Wowee, baby boy. You grew into a fine piece of ass.” A deepvoice praises from behind Hide. The omega spins around and his breath catchesin his throat. “Little man could use some work though.”

Hide yelps and quickly finishes putting on his underwear.

“I don’t see the point in covering up. I’ve seen it all now.Let me finish studying that bod, so I can draw it later. Don’t worry, I wouldn’tuse it for anything more than stress relief.” Ken smirks.

The alpha is leaning against the doorway with his shoulder.His arms are crossed, and his shoulders are broad. Ken has gotten much tallerand his build more defined. He didn’t waste time in prison, that’s for sure.Ken’s hair is a bit longer now. It’s brushing against his shoulders. He could probablyput it back into a small ponytail if he tried.

“Don’t you know to knock?” Hide asks, irritated.

“Sorry. Can’t say that I do.” Ken’s smirk only grows wider.

“I suggest you brush up on it.”

The two stare at each other in silence before Ken pushes offfrom the doorway and walks towards Hide.

“You’ve gotten taller.” Ken observed. “Have my littlebrothers been treating you well?”

“Yeah.” Hide answers, not taking his eyes off of Ken in casehe tries to pull something.

“Why are you acting so cold? I thought you’d love to see me.”Ken gives puppy eyes.

“Yeah, well, people change.”

“Indeed, they do.” Ken’s eyes soften. There’s another beatof silence before Ken turns away. “I came to tell you that breakfast is almostready. Hurry and get dressed.”

The alpha exits the room without waiting for Hide torespond. Hide lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He tries tocalm down his sprinting heart. Ken is unpredictable. Hide doesn’t know what toexpect from him. What were the others thinking, letting Ken live here? He’sgoing to bring his problems here. Their lives are at risk now, aren’t they?

“Also, about that drawing thing, I was joking. My art skillssuck ass.” Ken pops his head in the room. A pillow smashes into the alpha’sface.

“Would you get out!” Hide shouts.

[theretirementstory]

Wowee! What an amazing two weeks I have had, plenty of travelling in gorgeous weather, meeting up with friends and being contacted by friends and family that I hadn’t heard from in years!! So after a busy birthday week, it was time to relax (haha) and enjoy a little jaunt away to Reims. I set off early in the car and was at the railway station a good hour before the train was due, well I did have tickets to buy, which was my first mistake……..should have been bought on-line to benefit from the promo price (how had I forgotten that?). Second mistake (which could have proved costly) was I forgot to get the ticket stamped before boarding the train. However, the conductor looked at me and just let it go, when it was a conductress (last year) she gave me a good dressing down and a fine! When I arrived in Reims, I guess I looked like the “country bumpkin” arriving in the City. I was turning every which way, to try and bearings for the direction I needed to head in. Eventually, I went and sat in a park, unpacked my picnic and sat and enjoyed my lunch in the sunshine. I looked over my shoulder and saw a pedestrianised street and guessed that was where I wanted to be. The street was full of cafes, bars and restaurants which were heaving and I trundled down in search of my hotel. At the first fountain, I turned right and there was my hotel! How central was I (well to food, which always plays an important part in my holidays). I checked in, went up to my room, and sorry to say had a power nap! Then I got washed and changed and headed out to explore. My exploration took me past the department stores and numerous shops (fortunately shopping is not really my thing) I did have a look inside “Galeries Lafayette” well the ground floor and then left. I wandered past the Musee des Beaux Arts and found myself at the Cathedral where I spent a lovely time admiring the architecture, the beautiful stained glass windows inside and the other thing that caught my eye was the workman on scaffolding about 100 feet up!! I wandered back by a totally different route and had to return to the hotel as my feet were killing me. About 7pm I went out to find somewhere to eat, not difficult in a street given over to restaurants etc but a lot of places had a huge part of their menu given over to BURGERS!!!! not my favourite. Anyway I found A Casa Mia, and they had something which did appeal to me, goats cheese tart with tomato and basil. It was lovely and I had sorbet for dessert. After breakfast in my hotel the following day, I headed off in search of the Porte Mars and the Musee de la Reddition. The Porte Mars is at the end of the most wonder gardens with lots of seating areas. I then made my way to the Musee wanting to see where the Germans signed the surrender in 1945. Unfortunately, the doors were locked and on my second attempt to “break in” a man appeared and said that they were closed and would re-open the following day. That was the day I was heading home so to say I was a little disappointed is an understatement. Anyway I went back to the gardens and sat and read my book, until my tummy told me to look for food. There are so many little arcades with lots of shops and I decided to wander through a couple of those, to get out of the sun (it was 34c). In one arcade, I spotted a hairdressers and decided to have my hair trimmed, well it’s something different to do when you are away. I returned to the hotel for a little “power nap” and then got dressed to go out and eat. Back to the same restaurant where I had chicken in mushroom sauce with rice followed by tarte aux citrons (my favourite). I have to admit that the whole experience of Reims was absolutely amazing, I felt so safe, the place had a real “buzz” to it, I suppose because the gorgeous weather brought so many people out onto the streets, I was very sad to leave, but one thing is for sure I will return. My journey back was uneventful which was very good as I was just on a high from the amazing time I had had. When I got home I just flopped into my chair to relax and unwind. While I had been away, Jeannette (another friend) had phoned me to see if I wanted to go to the book club with her. I returned her call and we arranged to meet at the “bar” on Saturday. Marie-Therese was coming for coffee and gateau as usual on Thursday and I had arranged for Anie to come for tea and gateau on Friday, so my busy time continued. I had asked Anie to come at 4pm but it was 5.15pm before she arrived as she had fallen asleep – well at least she still turned up. I was up early on Friday as I was at the physiotherapist, I had thought that an hour would see my treatment finished but that was not to be and so instead of going for coffee at the bar I just headed home as I had “knitting with refugees” in the afternoon, only one lady arrived but it was nice as she doesn’t speak any English so we had to converse in French (no matter how badly), good for her and me. I hadn’t had time to go shopping so that was top of the list for Saturday morning, I had just placed the shopping on the conveyor belt when my phone rang, it said it was my cousin’s husband…….I went cold…...I answered the phone and it was my cousin on the other end, my mind raced…...anyway it turned out that a post I had made on social media about being sad to go home as I loved Reims, implied to them that I was in fact returning to the UK and she wondered if everything was OK with me. I said I would return her call later that morning and when we spoke again it was hard to believe that we hadn’t spoken since my mothers’ funeral over 9 years ago. I knew I was late with my rendezvous with Jeannette but after the phone call with my cousin, I took off to the bar. I asked Christophe, had she been in, No! I had a coffee, read the paper and then left. I returned home and then got a call from Jeannette saying she had forgotten. I had a really lovely video call with my gorgeous granddaughter, my “props” this time were a model of a robin and a monkey’s head (screen cleaner). She loved the robin and also the monkey. It was great because not only did I get to speak to “The Daddy” but “The Mummy” was there so we had a great conversation. “The Graduate” has his re-sit this coming Tuesday (fingers crossed) and as he has a birthday coming up very soon he has set that date for his dissertation to be submitted. Then it is the dreaded looking for work business not easy for anyone in the current climate. I guess that my friends from Newcastle will be preparing for another year at University, its a difficult time for students too, do they move up to the University City or do they stay at home and have their lectures on-line. Who knows what is best at this time? Well, lovely people, I hope you have enjoyed hearing about my little holiday. I will be back next week, God willing. Have a great week until then…..

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

Wowee I love all of this! I had to calm myself and re-read this bc I saw you’d written Rivers and my heart was all a-flutter 😍 but it’s sooooo funny you mention him bc I was thinking of Brendon’s height in relation to this photo of them and was actually going to include it because it’s one of the few times Brendon looks tall, I have to do a double take😆

Rivers is 5’6 so I definitely love me some petite bespectacled boys😊😊 (just wish Bren was wearing his glasses in this pic). And ohhhh lordy Vices being his Rivers Cuomo phase - I’m wheezing😍😍😍 I can totally see that!!! Plus it’s my special fave bc it’s the era I discovered him, so that comment has my whole heart!

It’s fascinating what you say about their levels of attractiveness. Obviously I’m used to Brendon having been into him for so long but I’m insanely attracted to Rivers and bc he is still new to me, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly why I’m so attracted to him when he seems to have, dare I say quite a plain face, especially in comparison to Bren. I think it’s that understated thing that I’m drawn to - I want to know more, what’s behind those features, he’s very hard to read. Plus a very feminine jawline, looks good in drag, plus (you’ll like the specificness of this) he has the prettiest clavicles I’ve ever seen on a man☺️ I thought I loved Brendon’s shoulders (and I do, a whole lot! They’re also v small) but Rivers, hoo boy!

And finally yes, yes, yes to Richey Edwards! When I was a teen I had a big Manics phase, I loved how they dressed up and he was very pretty. I don’t think I realised 20 Dollar Nose Bleed was about him, but of course: “have you ever wanted to disappear... go out and preach on manic street”. Now I’m going to put it on too! Talking of that song, you’ve heard how Patrick had to stand on a box to reach the microphone they shared haven’t you? Now that’s smol😊 (sorry I know this is long enough but it would be very remiss of me to talk about my small boys and not mention Patrick!)

He thought he really did sumn with that ssdfgdsggffgff boi u r short