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mahgyu · 11 months ago

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──── In the beginning of your relationship, you learned that Satoru was the type who liked to sleep cuddling. Before meeting you, Satoru used to sleep hugging a pillow, even. It wasn't exactly a necessity for him, but just something he liked and that made him fall asleep faster. You, on the other hand, weren't exactly that type.

Hugs before sleeping? Perfect. Having someone on top of you while trying to sleep? Not so perfect. Fortunately, the two of you reached an agreement about that.

But sometimes, like today, Satoru was extremely clingy. He was sleeping deeply, with his body completely on top of yours, his face buried in the curve of your neck, and a leg trapped between yours.

You loved holding him that way, having the strongest man you had ever known so vulnerable curled up in your arms and sleeping peacefully. Satoru slept heavily when he felt that comfortable, and the deeper he slept, the heavier he became on you. As mentioned, your boyfriend is a strong guy, so now it was almost uncomfortable for you.

You feel this pressure against your chest as he rests on you, completely at ease. You thought that maybe, if you tried hard enough, you could fall asleep, but no, it’s not possible.

"Baby..." You whisper, hoping it will be enough to wake him, but he just keeps snoring, each snore reverberating through your body.

"Toru...?" You try again, a little louder.

"SATORU!" Still nothing. He barely moves a bit in his sleep, letting out a particularly loud snore.

OK. Plan B. If you can't get him off, it's time to slide down. Only after two unsuccessful attempts, you somehow manage to do it, taking a big breath as you escape. You haven't even fully turned to the side when Satoru wakes up, confused and abandoned, with the source of warmth under him gone. He moves his hand aimlessly over the sheets until he feels you.

"Where are you going?" He murmurs sleepily, moving closer to you. "No..." A heavy arm wraps around you, pulling you back to him with ease. There’s a soft hum as he feels your body fit into his.

"Toru?" You call him sweetly. "You know I can't sleep like this, hmm? Come on." You pat his arm, signaling for him to let you go.

Satoru doesn't move. Instead, he just makes some whiny sounds before rubbing his face in your hair.

"Come on, let me go, please?" More pleading.

"Nuh-uh, I don't want to." He whines. "Hug me." He pouts, looking so needy and neglected.

"Love, you're acting like a baby" You complain.

"Because I am. I'm your baby!" He says defiantly. "So, you should treat me like one."

At this point, you know it won't help to try to convince him when he's in this mood. You sigh, deciding to give up and give in.

About five minutes pass in complete silence and then Satoru quietly asks: "You really can't sleep?" The thought of this now bothers him. How could he relax knowing that you're not even comfortable?

"Mhm" You respond as he pulls separates from you.

"OK, I'll give up the hug time for you!" He sighs, rolling away from you dramatically. A few minutes later, he sighs again, a bit louder.

This is his cue to tell you that you should give in and cuddle with him. But you can't, having finally found a position that relaxes all the right places in your body, perfect for falling asleep.

"Are you really going to leave me abandoned?" His voice is so stupidly captivating that it makes you melt. You can't say no to that.

Satoru smiles when he hears the rustling of the sheets, your body moving toward him.

With open arms, he welcomes you back as you rest your head on his chest. "I think I can sleep like this..." You admit as he smiles, making sure you're comfortable but still wrapped up in him.

Hiii, long time no see, uh? 👀This time I brought something cute, a thought I had because I've been feeling so needy and missing our Gojo😞

(It is not well corrected, please ignore any possible mistakes.)

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome. 🫶🏻💕

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wcters · 8 months ago

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ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: alex’s best friend and lando norris meet and something blossoms between them during a project the two are starting

warnings/contents: A rumours, hate, i do not know the whole magui situation, the comments are for the story

author’s note: i absolutely do not affiliate with any of the beliefs of the people in here and do not support israel, faceclaim is shira klein as requested, i don’t think the international uni of monaco has a fashion program but let’s pretend it does for a hot minute

yourusername

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yourusername school is kicking my ass rn

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alexandrasaintmleux my talented best friend 💗💗

↳ yourusername marry me

↳ alexandrasaintmleux yes!

↳ charles_leclerc 🤨🤨🤨

↳ yourusername sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️

user1 you’re living the dream

yourclassmate no cause why is our professer so hard on us

francisca.cgomes pretty girl 🫠❤️

user2 how is the program there?

↳ yourusername it’s good! very nice people and teachers. i just like to complain 😔

alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux 🍓🍓🍓 dress by the best girl @yourusername

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iamrebeccad beautiful 💕

user1 who is yourusername?

↳ user2 alex’s best friend! she goes to the international university of monaco studying fashion

yourusername i am blushing so hard 😚😚

↳ alexandrasaintmleux love youu

francisa.cgomes 😍😍

user3 fit made by y/n never fails

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f1gossip alex’s best friend, y/n y/l/n seen in the ferrari garage at the dutch grand prix. she was also seen congratulating lando on his win. what do you think about this? 🤔

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user1 after magui i’m done

user2 not ANOTHER one

↳ user3 what do you mean?

↳ user2 this is like the sixth girl he’s been seen with

user4 love seeing y/n and alex together 💗

user5 she needs to stay away from him

author i know the timeline doesn’t match up with school semesters but let’s play pretend 😁😁

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yourusername new project loading . . .

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alexandrasaintmleux se excited to see the outcome of this one!

user1 girl tell usss 😫😫

yourclassmate i’m still coming up with an idea 😭😭

↳ yourusername let’s meet up at the library and we can brains together together

↳ yourclassmate you’re my saviour

user2 my dream life

user3 cutie

user4 who’s the man

↳ yourusername 🤫🤫

f1gossip

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f1gossip lando norris seen meeting up with someone who has a striking resemblance to y/n y/l/n, alexandra saint mleux’s best friend. they then made their way to the international university of monaca? does this confirm its lando and y/n?

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user1 we need to lando and his love life aloneee

user2 first magui and now her? this man is not slowing down

user3 why is he getting with a uni student?

user4 she’s probably just getting with him to get her and alex more attention

↳ user5 her account is literally private? 💀💀

user6 these lando fans need to chill

user7 at least this one’s smart 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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f1gossip lando seen with the same girl before but at a restaurant this time. do we think it’s a date?

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user1 she’s actually so ugly

user2 at this point i’d rather him be with magui 🤦‍♀️

user3 isn’t she a fashion student? shes probably a good digger

user4 she looks pretty

↳ user5 pretty ugly 🤢

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yourusername the look of love, the rush of blood

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alexandrasaintmleux so happy for you 💗🥺

↳ yourusername i love you alex ❤️

user1 arctic monkeys reference !!!

yourclassmate this is why you have so many new ideas 🤨🤨

landonorris ❤️❤️

user2 i’m so jealous rn

niña bonita 😚

i don’t know if this is going to work

niña bonita 😚

if what’s going to work?

me and lando

the hate is crazy and i don’t know if i can handle it

niña bonita 😚

ma belle ☹️☹️

have you tried talking to him?

i don’t want to worry him with it

he already gets enough as it is

niña bonita 😚

oh y/n

whatever you think will help you more mentally and physically, do it

but please tell him. he would hate himself if he knew this was happening and you didn’t tell him

charles is the same

like, i know they don’t know it’s me, that’s just speculation

but they’re still taking digs at ME

what i look like, sound like, what i do

niña bonita 😚

i know honey

and you shouldn’t feel guilty for feeling like this either

and before you say you aren’t, you are. i know you

you are NEVER alone. ever.

not with me, not with lando, not with anyone

please don’t go through this alone love 💗

te amo mucho 🥺🥺🥺 (i love you so much)

niña bonita 😚

yo también te amo ❤️

now go and get that takeout you like. i know you’re questioning to or not

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f1gossip according to a fan, lando’s new girlfriend is y/n y/l/n! she’s a fashion student at the international university of monaco and are best friends with alexandra saint mleux. they were seen together holding hands and kissing. y/n also was there when the fan got a picture with lando

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user1 she looks like a bitch

user2 she’s probably just using him for clout

user3 she’s not pretty enough to be his girlfriend 🤢🤢

user4 she’s so beautiful

user5 go back to the models @landonorris

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landonorris yes. i do have a girlfriend. no, it is not your business, but yet you’ve made it your business. we wanted to keep it private but now we can’t. the hate that my girlfriend, and any girl seen with me, has been getting is ridiculous. my girlfriend is the sweetest person in the world, and you don’t even bother to try to get to know her before you run her name through the dirt. i have been silent on this for too long. forgive me, my love.

i am so proud of you and what you are doing. thank you for giving me a chance (and saving my style, apparently) ❤️

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kxsagi · 12 days ago

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hey!!! this is my first time requesting but recently i've been rewatching my fav show ever: gossip girl. and i thought it would be super fun to see the blue lock guys with someone like blair waldorf 🤭🤭 idk why but i just REALLY wanna see how the guys put up a rich popular mean girl. it can be with any guy: isagi, kaiser, nagi, etc. if you're unfamiliar with gossip girl or blair waldorf you can just ignore this. its cool 💕

“𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: i watched a little bit of gossip girl so i tried my best and kinda improvised 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

bro had no idea what hit him. he was used to kind, down-to-earth girls from back home, so when you called his sneakers “tragic” on your first meeting, he literally blinked and thought you were joking. you weren’t.

“you’re cute. a little scruffy. i could work with this.” and just like that, isagi's entire world view shattered. he's now frantically googling "how to be hot enough for a girl who looks like she drinks champagne at 8 AM."

he’s the kind of guy who tries to compliment you like: “you’re really smart, you know?” “of course i am, i graduated valedictorian and made half the school cry at prom. stay in your lane, isagi.”

but you’re also his biggest fan. when he scores a goal, you're in the stands with your designer sunglasses, clapping politely like: “wonderful, baby. now make sure that benchwarmer doesn’t breathe on you next time, i don’t like his aura.”

he takes it so seriously. he tries to understand fashion, reads vogue once, and nearly buys a $600 scarf because you offhandedly said you liked hermès.

you’re basically his villain origin story and true love in one.

kaiser michael

oh he loves it. he sees your chanel bag, your passive-aggressive smile, and your confident walk like you own the stadium? man’s already 10 steps behind you, hooked.

“you’re the meanest girl i’ve ever met,” he says, practically swooning. “and yet here you are, following me like a lost poodle.” “i like it when you call me names.”

you guys flirt like you're in a war room. constant sarcasm. constant power plays. it’s like watching two CEOs fight over a hostile takeover, except it’s lowkey hot.

kaiser tries to outdo your insults: “those earrings are almost as shiny as your ego.” “and your brain’s almost as big as your mouth. almost.” everyone else is just quietly sipping water like it’s a live fire hazard.

you insulted ness ONCE and kaiser has never laughed harder in his life. he now purposely brings ness around just to watch the chaos. “he’s not that bad,” kaiser shrugs. “he gives beige. walking beige.” (i am so sorry to all ness fans for this)

power couple energy that scares people. he buys you diamonds, you buy him real estate in your heart and lease it monthly.

nagi seishiro

at first? he found you exhausting. like. why are you wearing heels on campus. why are you roasting people. why do you look expensive all the time.

“you stress me out,” he groans. “you need the stress. you dress like you’ve given up.”

despite that, he finds himself slowly addicted to your attitude. it’s probably the way you pat his head like a house cat or how you insult his posture while fixing his hair.

you’re dragging him to brunches he doesn’t wanna go to, throwing his hoodies in the trash (“this is not loungewear, it’s a cry for help”), and making him carry your shopping bags.

he complains the whole time. but he always shows up.

secretly loves how you baby him after being mean: “ugh, you’re so slow.” “wanna sit down? i’ll get us smoothies. only because you look pitiful.”

nagi would literally lie down and let you walk over him in 6-inch louboutins and go “worth it.”

mikage reo

he thought he knew rich girls. he thought he was the rich girl. but then you stepped in with your curated social calendar, custom hair appointments, and the social finesse of a lioness hunting gazelle.

“wow, i’m in love,” was his first thought when you said, “mikage group stock dipped. tell your father to stop embarrassing us.”

the two of you are like the new money vs old money clash. both rich, both hot, both evil. you’re his competition and his soulmate.

y’all host charity balls and ruin reputations. you show up at his games in full designer couture and call the press coverage “low-resolution peasant work.”

reo lives for your sass. sometimes he’ll start a fight just to hear you drag him: “you think you're better than me?” “of course i am. i'm prettier and my skincare routine could fund your backup soccer team.”

he's the only one who can keep up with your social chessboard. double dates? gala invites? preposterous vendettas against other power couples? he’s in.

someone once called you a gold digger and reo bought their house just to evict them. true love.

itoshi rin

the emotional whiplash he got from being into you? insane. he likes quiet girls, calm girls, and then there’s you, fashion goddess with an icy tongue and sharper eyeliner.

“you don’t like me,” rin said once. “i like your face. not your attitude. we can work on the second one.” and that’s how he became your confused, angry, emotionally constipated boyfriend.

you bring out his inner softie by force. you wrap a scarf around him and say, “you look like an art student. tragic, but fixable.” and he just… blushes. violently.

he gets mad when you flirt with the waiter for extra olives, but you always nudge him under the table like relax, baby, i only want you (and he does relax… eventually).

he lowkey likes when you boss people around. you're the only one who can order him to sleep and live to tell the tale.

once you told rin he couldn’t wear that dumb hoodie to your tea party brunch and he glared for 45 minutes, but showed up in a polo shirt anyway.

“do you even like me?” “if i didn’t, you’d know. i’d ruin you.”

itoshi sae

when you first met sae, you looked him up and down and said, “europe aged you well, you finally look like you can afford my attention.” he blinked once and knew he was in love.

he pretends you annoy him. he says you're dramatic, your voice gives him migraines, and your shoes are too loud. but he shows up every time you call.

he's obsessed with the way you carry yourself. so untouchable. so self-assured. you walk into a room and act like you're the main event, and he respects the hell out of it.

you once called a rival player “a discount model with bad bone structure” and sae couldn’t stop thinking about it for three days. it awakened something.

his phone is full of candid pics of you looking expensive. when he’s bored, he scrolls through them and smirks like, yeah. that’s my girlfriend. she could ruin a man’s career with one tweet.

“you’re a menace,” he says. “and you’re obsessed with me. now kiss me, loser.”

the sexual tension when you argue is vile. people think you’re about to break up, but actually you’re deciding where to go for dinner.

shidou ryusei

oh he’s feral for you. the moment you insulted his entire personality and told him he smells like axe body spray and prison energy? he fell to his knees spiritually.

“you’re like, pure evil,” he grinned. “i’d let you stab me. tongue first.”

he flirts with you like he’s asking to be slapped. purposely gets on your nerves so you’ll yell at him. calls you “babycakes” and “tiffany tantrum” just to see your eye twitch.

one time you said, “if you bark at me again, i will get you neutered.” he moaned. in public.

you let him walk one step behind you like a trained rottweiler. he loves it. you pull him by the chain necklace and he follows you like a delinquent on a leash.

but behind the chaos, he’s protective af. someone looked at you wrong once and shidou was like, “should i bite them or burn their house down? say the word.”

and you? you just sip your $17 latte and go, “no need. their outfit’s already embarrassing enough.”

karasu tabito

the minute you called his shirt “last season’s mistake,” karasu gasped like a real housewife. “excuse me???” he choked. and then immediately started flirting with you.

he lives for the drama. you say something savage and he clutches his heart like “damn girl, say it again, but slower.”

he tries to roast you back, but your comebacks are so polished and ruthless that he’s usually left standing there blinking like an iphone on 1%.

he’s a gossip. he’ll come up behind you like, “so what’s the tea today, queen of the upper east side?” and you’ll be like, “rumor has it bachira's dating someone with no fashion sense.” “NOOO. not our funky boy falling into the polyester trap 😭”

you guys are a power duo. you show up to events dressed like enemies-to-lovers characters. he holds your bag when your earrings are too heavy. you fix his collar when he’s trying to act cocky.

karasu thinks it's hot that you're high-maintenance. “demanding girls keep me on my toes,” he says. “besides, i like being bossed around by someone with nice legs.”

he once joked that you were scary. you looked him dead in the eye and went, “i’m not scary. i’m selective. and you’re lucky.” he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.

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heavyhitterheaux · 13 days ago

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Costco Runs

Synopsis: Having a Costco membership might eventually drive your husband crazy with how much you make him spend

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my boo @hoodharlow 💕

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It was eight in the morning on a Friday when the light streaming in from your bedroom window hit your face.

As you peeked your eyes open and adjusted them, you heard Joe's light snores in your ear before turning around to face him. Not wanting to wake him up just yet, you wrapped your arms around him and stayed like that for a few minutes before softly biting his shoulder.

Hearing a sigh escape from his mouth, you stifled a laugh knowing that he was now awake.

“You know normal people usually say ‘good morning’ when waking up their significant other. My wife just bites the shit out of me until I pay her some attention.” Joe quietly said even though his eyes were still closed.

“Good morning, babe! Now go get dressed so we can go to Costco! You promised me!”

“One question.”

“Yes, my love?” You replied as you sat up and threw the comforter off of your body.

“Was I half asleep when you asked me that?”

Turning around to face him, you rolled your eyes before snatching the comforter off of him.

“Just for that, you're buying the most expensive thing in the store for me.”

“I… last time I spent over 2000 dollars in there because YOU cannot control yourself.”

“Um, I don't think so. YOU just don't know how to tell me no.”

“So you can call and complain to Ja'Marr or my mom until I get yelled at to buy it? You literally don't know what the word no means.”

You gave him a blank stare before shrugging your shoulders.

“You said it, not me. You have twenty minutes, Burrow before your ass needs to be in the driver seat of the Porsche.”

“Which one? Mine or yours? And you wake me up by biting me AND you're making me drive?”

“I will bite you again if you don't get up and get moving. We have to get there when they first open! I think they have the blueberry muffins I like this week.” You replied as you went and sat on his lap since he was now sitting on the side of the bed.

You hugged his side tightly before kissing his cheek.

“Sooner we leave, the sooner we get back and the sooner that I can ride you.” You told him in a sing-songy voice.

“You can ride me now. What's stopping you?”

“No! No distractions! We're on a mission. Shower time.” Trying to get up failed since he immediately pulled you back down and started kissing down your neck.

“Let me at least put the tip in.”

“NO, JOSEPH!”

“That's not my name. You know better.”

“It is when you're being annoying, now move it.”

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“Baby… I am not buying that.” Joe told you as you stood in front of a set of patio furniture that matched your back deck perfectly.

“But, it's only 1899! It's on sale!”

“We came in here for groceries! And you said that we needed to stick to the list. THIS is not on the list. And the original price is 2000 That is not a sale.”

“It is to me! Come on, pookie! PLEASE!” You pleaded with Joe as he sighed before rolling his eyes.

“If you get this, you cannot get the water slide too.”

“We need it for the kids.”

“What kids!? Do you have something to tell me?” He asked as his eyes went wide and low key started to panic.

“No, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.”

“No. Final answer. One or the other.”

“Fine. I'll just call my mother-in-law.” You said as you shrugged while Joe placed the furniture box on the flatbed while you threw some strawberries in the cart.

“Don't start.”

“Oohh, samples! What do they have over there?”

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

“Don't know what you mean, husband. Gonna grab a few things and I'll meet you in the front near the checkout.”

“And, baby…”

“Hmm?” You replied while looking at the different pastries.

“Look at me. Get what's on the list and that's it.”

“Yes, promise.”

Over 3,000 dollars later, the two of you had now gotten settled in your Porsche and you were all smiles as Joe looked at you with a blank face before driving off.

“Now, where are we going for lunch?” You asked and he glanced over at you in utter disbelief.

“Lunch?! Your greedy ass ate your entire body weight in samples while we were in there!”

“Hmm, cheap ass.”

“CHEAP? Do you know how much money I just spent?!”

“Doesn't matter if you leave your wife hungry. I was thinking about Indian food. I need some samosas.”

With a deep sigh, Joe looked over at you to see you were smiling back at him.

“I love you, babe.”

“Mm hmm.” Was all he said as you let out a huff.

“You don't love me back?”

“You know I do if I put up with this shit every month and a half.”

“Your mom just texted me. She bought the water slide for us and she just left Costco. I asked if they had the same one at the location near her and she said yes.”

“Babe!”

“She'll be there by 3 so we can set it up. I told Ja'Marr and he's coming to help too.”

“You aren't allowed to come to Costco with me anymore.”

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x black reader #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow fanfic #joe shiesty

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ameloukuma · 1 year ago

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HUG TIME!!

Oh..

im back and with more mychael content yayy!

This guy lives in my head rent free and i am not complaining (i love him too much)

Also i have spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to do his hands but i'm kinda proud of the final result

(Sorry if my english isnt good its not my first language)

I hope all of the people who read this have an amazing day!!💕💕

#mushroom oasis vn #mushroom oasis mychael #mychael fanart #mushroom oasis

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minisugakoobies · 7 months ago

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three am | csc, hjs

Pairing: Seungcheol x GNReader (afab) x Joshua

Genre: smut, angst, porn with the barest of plot, non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, unexpected voyeurism, threesome, grinding, dirty talk, oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex (protected), joshua and coups are lowkey sweethearts and highkey horny opportunists, jeonghan is still an asshole

Word Count: 3.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: It’s three am and your ex is nowhere to be found. But his two roommates are there for you.

A/N: Soooo... I wasn't planning on writing a sequel to two am but then someone commented "im begging a pt 2 where she sleeps with cheol or shua or both to fuck with jeonghan" and I blinked and this happened. See how powerful commenting can be??

Although this is technically a sequel, this story can be read as a standalone fic - all you need to know is that Jeonghan is reader's toxic ex, and Joshua and Seungcheol are his roommates.

Unbeta’d as usual. If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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This is a bad idea.

You knock hard on the door in front of you, as if the motion could knock the words out of your head, too. They’ve been on repeat since you arrived at the building where your ex lives. Kept you company in the elevator. But despite how loud they are, you’re not listening.

Instead, you’re straining your ears for any sign of life inside the apartment. You’re about to knock again when you hear footsteps.

They stop, and you hold your breath, waiting.

The door opens.

“YN?” It’s Joshua, peering at you from a crack in the doorway. His soft eyes are full of confusion at the sight of you at his door at midnight.

“Hey Shua,” you smile, calling him by the nickname you used to use, back when you practically lived here as Jeonghan’s girlfriend. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.” The door closes and reopens as Joshua removes the chain. He steps back to allow you to slip past him. “But, um, ‘Han’s not here?”

“Oh.” You pause, then fish your phone out of your pocket. “But he told me he’d be home by midnight?”

Joshua shrugs, shuffling away from the door. “I dunno when he’ll be back. You can wait here if you want.” He slumps onto the couch, then gestures to the open half. “I’m just watching a movie.”

You feel his eyes on you as you settle into the saggy cushions. If you looked at him right now, you know he’d be gazing at you with open pity. It’s the same look he gives you whenever he catches you sneaking out of Jeonghan’s bedroom.

The movie isn’t very interesting, so you scroll through your phone as you wait, trying to be patient. You hate waiting, but this is going to be worth it.

About 10 minutes later, though, you’re getting antsy. You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, can I get something to drink?”

Joshua’s latent host instincts stumble clumsily to life. “Oh yeah, right, what do you want?”

He shuffles off to the kitchen without waiting for an answer, so you hop up to follow. He pours some Jack Daniels into his glass before adding a little cola, then gestures to a second glass he’s produced from the cupboard. “Whiskey, soda, water, that’s pretty much all we have right now.”

“Uh, I’ll take the same as you.” You tap your fingers on the counter. “So, uh, how’ve you been?”

Joshua shrugs. “Same as always, nothing new. I guess I can’t complain but I’d kinda like to.” He grins and hands you your drink, then taps his against yours. “Geonbae.”

“What are we drinking to?” Seungcheol’s voice is deep and grumbly as he enters the kitchen. Jeonghan’s other roommate was obviously sleeping based not only on his timbre but also the physical state of him - shorts and hoodie rumpled, fluffy dark hair flying in different directions, eyes barely open. At least, until he realizes who you are, at which point they widen. “Oh, shit, hey, YN. I didn’t know… who was here.”

“Hey Cheollie.” You flash the other man a friendly smile. You’ve always liked Jeonghan’s roommates. They both seem so nice, if a little bro-y. Hard to understand how they’re friends with Jeonghan sometimes. But then again, you once thought he was the sweetest man on the planet, so maybe your judge of character is a bit shit.

One thing you are empirically certain of, though, is that both of Jeonghan’s roommates are so, so fine. Joshua has a lithe frame thanks to his skateboarding while Seungcheol’s got a boxer’s build due to the many hours he spends in the gym. And they both have face cards that have never once in their lives declined.

“We’re drinking to the status quo,” Joshua informs his roommate, sliding him the bottle of Jack. Seungcheol hums, already recovering from the surprise of seeing you. He knows you’re still fucking Jeonghan. It’s just that usually when you’re here, they never actually see you.

Seongcheol lifts his cup. “Keeping it or fucking it up?”

“Keeping.” Joshua’s eyes flicker to you. Seungcheol nods.

You take a sip of your drink. The atmosphere in the kitchen is awkward now, both of the men exchanging glances that clearly telegraph that it’s because of you. Part of you wants to flee - but you need to wait it out, if you’re going to get what you want.

And fuck do you want it.

Joshua slinks back to the couch. Relieved for a break in the tension, you do the same. Seungcheol drops into the armchair, legs spreading, sculpted thighs catching your eye, before you avert your gaze, reaching for your phone again.

By the time the credits start to roll on the movie you’re thinking it’s time to give up. You finish your drink, setting it on the coffee table before standing. “I’m just gonna…” With that, you head for the exit. “Thanks for the drink.”

“See ya,” Joshua’s voice floats past you into the hallway as you close the door. It hangs around just as long as you do before disappearing towards the elevator.

It’s Seungcheol who greets you the next week. He gives you a once-over before letting you in without a word. Vacates the apartment not long after you arrive. Joshua is on the couch again. Remembers to offer you a drink before ignoring you for a solid twenty minutes, after which you leave.

The third time you show up, Joshua is back at the door. Tonight the surprise in his gaze has been replaced with a knowing, and familiar, look.

“He’s not here. What did he tell you this time?”

“Uh…” Caught off guard, you blink rapidly. “He said he’d meet me at midnight again.” You’re a little earlier than you meant to be, too eager to make yourself sit at home much longer. It’s a sickness, really.

“Uh-huh. And yet, he’s not here again.” He tilts his head, waiting for you to arrive at whatever unspoken conclusion he’s reached.

“Just let them in, man.” Seungcheol raises his head on the couch, giving you a once-over before lying back down. “Don’t get in their business.”

“Relax, I was going to ask them in.” Joshua rolls his eyes at his roommate as you slip past him towards the empty armchair. “You want a drink?”

He gives you a noticeably stronger pour this week, the alcohol stinging your throat with the first sip. Must be his way of sympathizing. You’re grateful to Seungcheol for shutting down Joshua’s burgeoning interrogation earlier. You don’t require their judgment. You know exactly what you’re doing.

Which is why you nurse slowly at your cocktail. Both men are on their phones while a baseball game plays on the television. You’re content to scroll on your own phone, listening mindlessly to the sound of the announcing droning in the background.

Joshua clears his throat. “You know you’re wasting your time, right.”

It’s not a question.

“Josh…” Seungcheol intones warningly.

“I’m just saying!” Joshua turns so he’s facing you “There’s no reason to sit here and pretend we’re not thinking it.”

“I’m not thinking it,” his roommate responds, not bothering to look up from his phone as he talks. “You’re the one thinking it. Knock it off.”

“Hey, if you want to pretend this isn’t weird, fine. But I’m not. I’m calling what I see, and - “

“Dude you’re making it so weird just by pointing it out! If you’d - “

“Guys.”

They stop arguing and look at you. It’s a little dizzying, honestly, having their combined full attention on you for the first time.

“I’m not stupid. I know he’s out with someone else.” You hold out your phone, showing the latest post from Jeonghan. As if they weren’t just looking at it on their own screens.

“He ghosted you. Again.”

You sigh at Joshua’s declaration. He only presses on.

“If you hadn’t seen that photo, how long would you have kept waiting? Another fifteen minutes? Half an hour?”

“Damn, what do you want from them?” Seungcheol finally sits up, giving his roommate a look. He’s imposing without even trying to be, his frame towering over Joshua’s as he sits on the floor.

Joshua doesn’t back down, not concerned in the least. “I want to know what they want!” He suddenly gets up, taking a seat on the corner of the couch next to your armchair. You quirk an eyebrow at him when he takes your hand, holding it gently between his. “YN. What is it you really want?”

“What is - what are you doing?” You wiggle your hand free from his grip. His concern is somehow touching and condescending at the same time.

“I’m asking you an honest question. I don’t get it.” Joshua snorts. “There’s no way Jeonghan’s dick is that amazing. Why do you keep coming back when he treats you like shit?”

You have no answer for that, because you don’t understand it yourself. Why can’t you stay away?

“YN, you don’t have to answer that.” Seungcheol scoots down the couch so he’s closer to you, close enough for you to breathe in the spicy warmth of his cologne. “But look, I agree with Joshua on one thing. Jeonghan’s being a total asshole to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“Right,” you laugh, sarcasm slipping into your tone, “I forgot. You think I’d remember that by now, given how many times I hear it.” Or at least you used to, back before your friends gave up on convincing you of the truth of that statement.

Seungcheol examines you with a quiet intensity that makes your heart jump in your chest. “I’m serious,” he finally says. “Always thought you were too good for him.”

Joshua doesn’t give you the time necessary to unpack that weight before he’s adding to it. “Me too.”

“You both… that’s - that’s sweet of you to say.” You draw in a deep breath. “But I don’t need your pity. I don’t want it.”

Joshua shakes his head. “It’s not pity, it’s…” he trails off, shoulders lifting helplessly. “I don’t know. It makes me mad. Why is he out there when he’s got you waiting for him here? Doesn’t he know any other guy would kill to have you show up at their door?!”

His eyes are wide and honest as he speaks, but there’s something else burning there, something that makes your stomach swoop. It’s in Seungcheol’s gaze too as he nods along in agreement with his friend’s words.

“Okay…” you glance away, giggling nervously.

“No, don’t do that,” Joshua says, straightening up, tone serious. “Don’t laugh me off.”

There’s a palpable shift in the mood of the room. An air of frustration tinges everything being said. It makes you squirm a little, and you can tell the other two are feeling it too as Joshua continues.

“You don’t need him. You never did, but you especially don’t now.” He pauses. “And also… ah, fuck, nevermind.”

You feel like you’ve been hanging on his every word. He can’t stop now. “What?”

“I was gonna - I was gonna say - “ Joshua’s gaze lingers on his roommate for a moment. “Fuck, it’s gonna be more awkward now, but - oh, fuck it.” His eyes meet yours again. “If you’re here to get fucked, that can still happen.”

You think you hear Seungcheol curse under his breath, but you can’t break eye contact with Joshua right now. There’s an unusual ferocity in his expression that has your breath hitching in your chest.

After a quiet moment, you speak. “You’re saying…” Seungcheol doesn’t react as your gaze bounces to him, then back to Joshua. “You wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah.”

Again you can't stop yourself from looking at Seungcheol. Of the two, he’s always been the more difficult one to read. Now is no exception. You’d love to know what’s going on behind those dark eyes of his. All you’ve got to go on is the slight furrowing of his brow. Does he think Joshua’s out of line?

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

Joshua shrugs. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just letting you know, I’m more than happy to give you what you came here for.”

“I never said that was why I’m here.”

“YN. Come on. We all know.”

“I’m down too.”

Seungcheol chuckles as you and Joshua snap your heads to look at him.

“What? I’m just letting you know, too.”

Joshua mumbles something that ends in “hypocrite,” and gives his roommate a challenging stare. It feels like someone kicked the dial up on the tension in the room. You nibble thoughtfully on your bottom lip, practically tasting it, lit up with a new energy.

“So you… both… wanna fuck me.”

The longer your sentence lingers out there, the quicker your heart beats. But you’re not about to speak first.

Joshua opens his mouth but Seungcheol cuts him off mid-inhale. “It’ll only be weird if you make it weird.”

It’s not weird. It’s the most you’ve been turned on in ages, sitting with your back to Seungcheol’s chest, both of your legs spread so Joshua can lie between them and eat you out as he’d so kindly offered. That sweet smile of his turns cocky as he easily mouth fucks you into an orgasm, your clit fluttering fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

There’s only the briefest of discussions about who you want to fuck you first. You’re thinking it over - something tells you that Seungcheol is a ride you’ll need to work yourself up to - when says he doesn’t mind watching if you want Joshua to go first, and you quickly agree. Joshua’s not about to disagree, so you start to shift, to move away from Seungcheol, but he stops you with a strong arm around your waist.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, lips pressing against the side of your neck. “Wanna feel you fall apart.”

Seungcheol’s other hand has found your clit and is circling lightly. It has you lifting your hips shamelessly, openly seeking more pleasure. You whimper Seungcheol’s name with a shudder, then Joshua’s with surprise when his hands wrap around your thighs and push them up into your stomach.

“You don’t have to move, you’re perfect just like this,” Joshua informs you, and the hunger in his eyes makes you clench in anticipation. “Absolutely perfect.”

The head of his cock slides into you, just a little, before Joshua pulls back, then thrusts in again. He does this again, and again, going deeper, until your hips are flush. He moves with such gentleness at first, making sure you’re comfortable, that he’s not hurting you in any way. When he knows you’re ready, his hand cups your face, and he kisses you, tongue gliding into your mouth as he slowly strokes into your tight walls.

“‘Shua!” Somehow his name gets past your tongue and his. You reach for him, fingernails digging into his back, not to hurt, just to hold.

“Just like this,” he groans, the hand on your cheek drifting, pausing at your throat for a moment before brushing over your breast, palm rubbing your nipple roughly enough to elicit a loud whine. “That’s it. Let us hear you, gorgeous.”

“We hear you with him ,” Seungcheol says, casually confirming what you’ve always known. The rhythmic rolling of your hips into Seungcheol’s groin has your ass rubbing his hard cock. He grips your waist tighter, teeth grazing your earlobe. “I always thought I could make you scream louder.”

“Guess w-we’ll find out,” you stammer, words trembling into breathiness, because it’s hard to talk while Joshua has you bouncing on his cock. Seungcheol hums, placing his thumb under your chin, tilting your face to his for a kiss.

“Get back here,” Joshua murmurs, raspy voiced and flushed as he nudges his lips into your cheek, knocking Seungcheol away from your mouth. You giggle into Joshua's kiss, while Seungcheol mutters a few low threats against his roommate directly into your ear, all hot breath and low grumbles. A loud creak sounds, and you wonder if Seungcheol’s bed might not be able to handle all this.

Joshua breaks away to glance over your shoulder at Seungcheol. Whatever he sees makes him smirk, and he leans towards you again, lips brushing yours.

Seungcheol whispers, “Hold on,” and then he slides down the bed until he’s flat on his back. He brings you with him as Joshua straddles his thighs so he can follow, thrusting back into you without a moment’s delay. The swiftness of their movements makes you gasp, has you writhing in desperation against Seungcheol as he spreads your legs, holding them open for Joshua to fuck you harder, faster. You cry with every snap of his hips until it’s practically one long wail.

“Let it all out, gorgeous,” Joshua urges as he stares down at you from beneath sweaty bangs. He dips his thumb past your parted lips into your mouth, and you instinctively flick your tongue over it before he drags it down to your clit. “Let us hear that sweet voice.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol huffs, humping wildly against your ass, his hands so hot on your thighs, keeping your knees spread open like butterfly wings. “Don’t be shy now.”

You’re not shy at all, sandwiched tightly between the two men, sobbing both their names as your wave crests. Joshua grunts and then he stills as he fills the condom he wears. There’s no sound from Seungcheol, no sudden movements or wetness on your back that lead you to believe he’s also climaxed, and this is confirmed when Joshua finally pulls out and you have the space to move.

“I said I didn’t mind waiting,” Seungcheol informs you as you eye his big cock again, noting how darkened it is, precum dripping down the shaft. You’re not quite sure you believe him, but it doesn’t matter. Whether or not it’s about to blow, you’re getting on that rocket.

But before you attempt that challenge -

“I think I need some water.”

Joshua merely hums. He’s flopped onto his back, and you can’t tell from this angle if his eyes are even open.

Seungcheol starts to rise. “I can grab you a b-”

“No, that’s okay,” you cut him off, placing your hands on his shoulders to pull him back to the bed. “I should, um, pee, too. Before we…”

Seungcheol hesitates, glancing at Joshua, and they exchange a mysterious look before he nods, returning to his spot on the bed. It’s a little chilly, so you grab Joshua’s hoodie and Seungcheol’s shorts and throw them on before darting out into the hallway and into the bathroom.

You down a glass of water at the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looks proud. It only took three attempts but you did it. In retrospect, it was surprisingly easy to manipulate your ex’s roommates into a threesome. You just had to play up your patheticness - maybe you should feel a little insulted that the guys bought it so easily, but who cares, it worked. All you need now is a photo or video, to send to Jeonghan the next time he texts. Then your plan will be complete.

Your hand is on Joshua’s door knob when you hear a loud creak. Jeonghan’s door opens.

“I thought I heard your voice.”

You jump, glaring at your ex. “Fuck, you scared me!”

“Having fun in there? Sounded like you were.”

Vaguely, you remember the loud noise you’d heard earlier while you were with Joshua and Seungcheol. That must’ve been Jeonghan getting home.

Jeonghan leans against his door frame, arms crossing while he takes in your outfit, recognition sweeping over his face. Anger simmers in your gut, stoked by the annoyance you feel at him for scaring you.

There goes your plan. Although, maybe this will be more fun….

“Yes, I was,” you reply with a grin. Jeonghan scowls, turning away. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”

He laughs sourly, pushing himself off the wall to crowd into your space, blocking Joshua’s door. “You tell yourself that, baby.” He brushes his finger along your cheek, and you shudder. “But it is my business. Because you’ll always be mine.”

It’s sick, how you want to agree, his sultry voice hypnotizing you like it always does. He drops his hand to your hip, pulling you to him as he kisses you. His lips demand that you yield to him. But not this time. This time, you’re going to resist.

“I haven’t been yours for a long time, Jeonghan. I just haven’t acted like it.” With two hands on his chest, you push Jeonghan away,

“Oh, right, but you are now?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fucking my roommates to prove the point?”

You shrug. “Did it work?”

“It’s gonna take more than that to hurt me, baby,” he huffs, but when his eyes meet yours, you catch a brief glimpse of uncertainty beneath the smug expression he wears.

That’s all you need - that tiny moment of doubt. You’ve got him right where you want him. You step into Jeonghan’s embrace again and kiss him gently. It surprises him, shakes his composure a little, and you slip past him, reaching for Joshua’s door with a sweet smile.

“If you insist.”

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rainyfey · 6 months ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Okarun was crying and begging for Momo to run away! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BONES D,: This is so well done, it really conveys fear and anguish! I congratulate you, your art is amazing :D... What other negative effects could Okarun's curse have? Thank you

Omg anon you made my day when you sent this!!! Thank you so so much for taking the time to write such lovely things 😭💕 I'm very flattered that you liked that little detail so much! I had wondered if I'd written it too messily for anyone to read XD

Anyhoo, here is a sketch page for you~

I'm more of a draw-er than a words-er, but I wanted to ramble a bit here under the cut ^^ Thanks again for the ask, I am so happy to have another reason to yap about Turbo Okarun~

While I'm glad that the manga/anime didn't spend too much time on Okarun's struggles in canon, I am having So Much Fun thinking of ways to torture this guy haha. We see him complaining that the curse hurts him in the first half of the season, but he doesn't actually seem to end up with any lasting damage! In my mind, it'd make sense for him to end up more fatigued or to suffer from random nosebleeds or other internal injuries due to the curse manipulating his body the way it does.

I also looooved the instances in episodes 5/6 when he transformed without meaning to! Very fun to see his emotions getting the better of him~

Now, if I were a fic writer, I would be so interested in exploring physical side effects in something like a sick fic. What if he detransforms and finds that he can't warm back up? Still corpse-cold like his yokai form instead of human temperature? Or, I could take a page out of NatsuYuu's book and have him come down with a cold/fever as a consequence of some of his tougher fights? Lots of good potential for angst there, for sure ^^

And lastly, what if he was on a timer the minute he transformed?? What if staying transformed and going all out began chipping away at his sanity? It's not his power, after all. Stay in Turbo Mode too long and suddenly he's a prisoner in his own mind. The curse takes over and he's just along for the ride, no longer able to control his body. >:3

Aaand that's it for now! Thank you for your support and for listening to my rambling haha. I hope you enjoyed the art/headcanons ^^

#cw: blood #just a nosebleed tho #dandadan #dandadoodles #dan da dan #turbo okarun #rainy rambles #asks answered #anon #ken takakura #my art #okarun #yokai okarun #Mind & Body AU

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sucodegoiaba88 · 6 months ago

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- hyun-ju cho relationship headcanons (pre/post game) : ★

featuring: hyun-ju cho x reader

warnings: mentions of very faint transphobia.

A/N: Requests are open. :))

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

➤ For starters, she confirmed herself that she is not a timid person. And you can see for yourself that she isn't afraid of expressing her opinions or taking leadership.

But that doesn't mean she isn't insecure.

It's hard to find people who embraced their true identity, specially in the place you two live. So it's not hard for her to feel like she is sticking out negatively in the crowd. And of course, people around you don't make things better.

So not going into too many details, she would enjoy PDA a lot more if she didn't make you two stick out so much. She is not embarrassed to show affection to you, quite the contrary. As i mentioned before, she is not a shy person by no means. She just feels a afraid of making a fuss.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't shower you with affection inside closed doors!

Independent of your size and height, you are going to be the big spoon. Yes, she is the double of your size, and yes, you are going to caress her head while she sits on your lap. It's not like you are complaining.

She feels like she can be her true self around you, and that true self is a clingy woman who demands affection everytime your hands are unoccupied.

Even through messages, she is still the same person you know. And you are not afraid to admit she messages and comments like a facebook mom. She didn't understand what you meant when you bursted out laughing while admitting that, but it would never not be funny to you.

"love, are you coming home rn?"

"Yes, my dear, 💕 i am on my way. 😊 I am currently at the subway, and i couldn't help but admire some of the breath-taking flowers a certain seller is promoting. 💐🌷🌻 Should i get a combination of flowers for our apartment, or should i save for something else? 🤔 Message me what you think! ☺️😚🤩"

You never get the heart to explain to her why is it so funny. The proper grammar, the exaggerated quantity of emojis, alongside a sticker that is the definition of a grandma's humor won't ever not make you giggle.

And don't even get me started on the 'funny' videos she sends you.

They are either military humor/jokes that you would need at least 2 years of researching for you to understand, or those videos that would be funny 6 months ago and you would sometimes catch your mom giggling to it. Sometimes you had to remind her you were not a first class sergeant like she was, and that always lead to her explaining for 15 minutes about the joke. So after some time you decided to simply laugh, even if you didn't get it.

You once tried looking through her main page on the only social media she used, and the only things you found were mainly housewife tutorial videos, military documentary clips, occasionally some millennial funny videos, and even more occasionally trans pride related ones. It was like a single mother, a teenager who just came out and a 47 married man were sharing the same social media.

And speaking about moms- she is the biggest one ever. You got a simple cold? She is already making you soup while wrapping you up in the warmest blanket you two own. Had a problem with someone? When they see her, they are surely not going to mess with you anymore.

Overall: you don't know if you bagged a girlfriend or a single mom.

⌢ ⌣ ⌢ ⌣

#cho hyun-ju x reader #hyun ju x reader #player 120 #cho hyunju #cho hyun ju x reader

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unconventional-lawnchair · 7 months ago

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask for a Barty fic. Maybe reader having a similar conversation to the “like my father part 2” but with Barty. She is insecure about never dating anyone nor having even held hands romantically and thinks she will never be loved, not even noticing Barty’s love for her but Barty explodes and confesses.

AN: I saw both of your messages and thank you so much!! I'm sorry for the wait :(! I am so glad people love this Barty as much as I do. 💕

Love me, too

Barty Crouch Jr. x Fem! Reader

Wc: ~2.8k

Summary: Late nights with loose lipped Barty, a single conversation unraveled years of yearning.

CW: Suggestive, devoted!slightlyobsessive!Barty, both reader and Barty have some self loathing going on, non cannon complacent,

“Even Potter admitted it was too much.” Barty chuckled from where he was splayed out on your couch, head in your lap with a blissful look as you ran your fingers through his dark curls. “I don't think Evan should be drinking anymore muggle alcohol.”

“His poor pureblood body can't take it.” You sang to him, at least, that's what he heard as you gazed at him so sweetly. He had just gotten back from a late night excursion with Regulus and Evan, exploring more of what the muggle world had to offer.

“I resent that, I made it home, didn't I?” He hummed and you couldn't help but laugh at him, and he seemed to just relish in the sound.

Not that you ever noticed.

“Home? Barty, might I remind you, your flat is across the way?”

Barty’s grin widened as he shifted in your lap, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “What can I say?” He drawled, tilting his head back to look up at you. “Your couch is far superior to my bed. And let’s not even get started on your hospitality.”

“Hospitality?” You echoed with a laugh, playfully tugging at one of his curls. “Barty, you barged in here at Merlin-knows-what-hour, smelling like a distillery and complaining about Evan’s ‘pureblood constitution.’ How is that hospitality?”

He smirked, completely unbothered, and let out a satisfied hum as your fingers continued their gentle rhythm through his hair. “It’s the look in your eyes,” He teased, reaching up lazily to point a finger at you. “That soft little glare you always give me. You try so hard to act exasperated, but we both know you secretly love it.”

“Do I, now?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow as you gave his curls a particularly sharp tug. He winced- dramatically, of course- but his grin didn’t falter.

“Oh, absolutely,” He replied, his voice dipping into that smooth, confident tone he wielded like a weapon. “You’ve got a weak spot for me, darling. Admit it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, tugging upward despite your best efforts. “The only weak spot I have is for the idiot who nearly fell into my azalea bush trying to unlock my neighbor’s door.”

Barty gasped, clutching his chest like you’d mortally wounded him. “That was one time,” He protested, though the way his lips twitched gave him away. “And in my defense, all these flats look the same. It’s not my fault muggles lack imagination.”

“Right,” You said with mock seriousness. “Because it’s definitely the muggles’ fault you tried to pick a fight with a bush.”

He let out a low chuckle, his hand falling back onto your knee as he relaxed further against you. “You wound me, truly,” He murmured, though the blissful look on his face told a different story. “But you’re still here, still running your fingers through my hair like I’m your favorite stray.”

You shook your head, your laughter softening into something warmer as you gazed down at him. “That word is exactly right. A stray.” You teased and he gave a low sigh as you playfully pulled at the roots of his hair again.

Barty’s grin softened as he let out a low, contented sigh, tilting his head further into your touch. But his smirk quickly returned, laced with amusement as he glanced up at you. “Speaking of strays, did you know Pandora’s getting hitched? Evan’s still in denial about it, of course. Says it’s a phase.”

“Pandora’s getting married?” You asked, your fingers pausing in his hair as your brows knit together. “To Xenophilius?”

Barty hummed, tilting his head slightly into your touch, though he noticed your pause. “Yes, to none other than Xenophilius Lovegood,” he said with an exaggerated wave of his hand. “The eccentric inventor of all things absurd. Can’t you just picture it? The two of them, in some meadow, exchanging vows under a canopy made of... I don’t know, enchanted fungi?”

You snorted despite yourself. “That actually sounds about right for them,” You admitted, though your voice had a softer, contemplative tone now.

Barty’s grin faltered slightly as he caught the shift in your expression. “You alright there, darling?” He prodded, his green eyes narrowing as he studied your face. “Don’t tell me you’re about to spiral because Pandora’s beating us to the altar.”

“I’m not spiraling,” You muttered defensively, looking away from him. “I just... I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it? Everyone’s pairing off. Pandora’s getting married, Lily and James have Harry now, even Sirius seems to have a new date every other week. And here I am-”

“Perfectly ravishing and far too good for anyone who doesn’t grovel at your feet?” Barty supplied with a cheeky grin, though the warmth in his green eyes betrayed the sincerity under his playful tone.

You gave him a look, your lips twitching despite yourself. “You’re not helping.”

“Who says I’m trying to help?” He countered, though he shifted slightly to sit up, his hand resting on your knee now as he studied you more intently. “Alright, what’s really going on, darling? Spill.”

You hesitated, your gaze flicking away from his. “It’s nothing. I’m just... I guess I feel like I’m falling behind, you know? Everyone else seems to have their lives figured out, and I’m just... here.”

Barty’s smirk faded entirely, replaced by an expression you didn’t see often: genuine concern. “Falling behind?” He repeated, his voice softer now. “What are you on about? You’re you.”

“And what does that even mean?” You asked, your voice tinged with frustration. “Barty, I’m twenty-three, and I’ve never even been in a proper relationship. Everyone else is moving on, starting families, building lives, and I’m just... I don’t know. Stuck.”

“Stuck?” He echoed, his brows furrowing. “You? The woman who once dragged me into a Muggle club and convinced a room full of strangers I was an internationally famous wizard film star?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, though it was short-lived. “That’s different, Barty. That was... fun. This feels bigger. Like I’m missing something.”

Barty tilted his head, his expression firm as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re not missing anything, love,” He said firmly. “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. And for what it’s worth, I think the world would be a lot less interesting if you weren’t exactly as you are.”

You looked at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. “You make it sound so easy,” You murmured.

“Because it is,” He said with a grin, though the softness in his eyes remained. “You’re comparing yourself to people whose lives are completely different from yours. Pandora and Xenophilius? They’re lovely, but they’re also... Pandora and Xenophilius. Lily and James? They’ve been attached at the hip since Hogwarts. None of that has anything to do with you.”

“And Sirius?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Even he-”

“Sirius Black is a menace who flirts with anything that moves,” Barty interrupted, his grin turning wicked. “He couldn’t hold a proper relationship if it came with instructions and a leash. And you deserve more than that.”

“Do I?” You asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Barty’s expression softened even further, and he leaned closer, his hand still resting on your knee as he spoke. “Yes, you do,” He said firmly. “And one day, someone’s going to see that. They’re going to fall at your feet, completely and utterly unworthy of you. And you’re going to make them work for it- because that’s what you deserve. Not some half-hearted fling or rushed attempt to ‘catch up.’ Someone who sees you for exactly who you are and loves every piece of it.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, feeling a warmth spread through you that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. “You’ve got a way with words, you know that?” You muttered.

Barty’s grin softened, but his eyes glinted with that signature mischief that always seemed to spark chaos wherever he went. His hand rested on your knee, and you felt the slight twitch of his fingers, like he was holding back something bigger. He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his dark curls as though the weight of his thoughts was just too much.

“You know,” He started, his tone suddenly more theatrical, “I’ve got to say, darling... the idea of someone being good enough for you? It’s laughable. Laughable. Like, truly the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. And mind you, I’ve spent an evening listening to Evan try to explain the muggle concept of a toaster.”

You blinked at him, a small laugh escaping despite your growing confusion. “Barty, what are you even-?”

“No, no, don’t interrupt,” He cut in, holding up a finger with mock seriousness, though his grin was tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Because here’s the thing: you’re not just any girl, alright? You’re not even in the same realm as the rest of us. You’re- what’s the word I’m looking for? Ethereal? Divine? A literal goddess walking among mere mortals? Yes, all of that and more.”

“Barty-”

“No!” He flung his hands up dramatically, as though warding off any protests. “You let me finish this, or so help me, I’ll combust on the spot. Now, as I was saying- goddess. Goddess. And me? What am I, huh? A stray cat on your couch. A servant in your kingdom. A bloody footman sent to fetch your tea and hope you don’t smite me with your beauty.”

You were laughing now, fully laughing, but Barty only leaned closer, his expression so full of mock tragedy it was almost convincing. “But you know what I’d do, my queen? My liege? I’d find him for you. That’s what I’d do.”

“Find who?” You asked between giggles, thoroughly lost in his spiraling monologue.

“The man!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms out so dramatically he nearly toppled off the couch. “The man who’s actually worthy of you. Because he exists somewhere, right? He has to, in some perfect alternate dimension where the universe handcraft people for each other. And you know what I’d do when I find him? I’d die, darling. I’d perish in his presence just to bring him to your doorstep. Just so you’d have someone who’s worth it. Someone who’s everything you deserve.”

“Barty,” You said, trying and failing to contain your laughter. “You’re completely mad.”

“Mad?!” he gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. “No, love, I’m just devoted. Devoted to the idea that your happiness is paramount in this cruel, undeserving world. And if I can’t be the one to give it to you, then I’ll march into the depths of hell to find the one who can.”

His voice softened then, the chaos settling into something quieter, more vulnerable. “Because you deserve that, you know. You deserve to have someone who sees every bit of you, even the bits you try to hide, and still thinks you hung the bloody stars.”

Your laughter faded, replaced by a warmth spreading through your chest. “Barty,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “That’s... sweet, but also completely ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He echoed, grinning again as he leaned back dramatically. “Of course it is. Because what’s more ridiculous than me thinking I’d ever stand a chance with you?”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and his green eyes widened slightly, like he’d just realized what he’d said. His grin faltered, and he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, well, there’s my secret out in the open. Didn’t really mean to let that slip, but here we are.”

You stared at him, your heart stuttering in your chest as his words hung in the air. “You’re serious,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied, forcing a grin but unable to meet your gaze. “Completely, utterly serious. Mad as a hatter, clearly, but serious nonetheless.”

“Barty,” You began, but he waved his hand as if to dismiss your impending response.

“Don’t feel bad for me, darling,” He said, his voice lighter now, though there was a tremor underneath it. “I’ve made peace with it, you know? Loving you is like worshiping the sun. You don’t do it for the reward; you do it because you can’t help yourself.”

He leaned forward, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch, behind you, as his eyes traced your lips. It wasn't typical, no, he wasn't looking for a kiss. He was just admiring that pretty look of your smile, even as it faded to a more conflicted look. He gave an expression, one so devastated, as if your frown physically hurt him.

You stared at him, your chest tight with emotions you couldn’t quite name. His grin returned, smaller this time, almost sad. “And if you don’t find him tomorrow, or next week, or even next year,” He added, his voice almost a whisper now, “that’s fine, too. Because I’ll still be here. Sitting on your couch like the world’s most loyal stray, hoping I get to see you happy, even if it’s from a distance.”

Your heart was racing as his words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. He had laid himself bare before you, his usual bravado stripped away to reveal something far more vulnerable and honest. And in that moment, you couldn’t ignore the pull any longer.

“Barty,” You said softly, your hand reaching out to rest against his cheek. His eyes widened slightly, searching your face for any sign of mockery or rejection. When he found none, his lips parted, but no words came.

You smiled faintly, your thumb brushing against his cheekbone. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

His brow furrowed. “Well, that’s a promising start,” He muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sarcasm. There was an edge of uncertainty, like he didn’t dare believe what might be coming next.

“You’re an idiot,” You repeated, leaning closer, “because you think I wouldn’t want you.”

For a moment, he looked completely and utterly lost, like the meaning of your words had short-circuited his brain. “You- wait, what?”

You didn’t give him time to recover. With a soft smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, testing, but the second he realized what was happening, everything changed.

Barty surged forward, his hand slipping to the back of your neck to pull you closer as his lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless. His other arm wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

When you finally pulled back for air, he was staring at you like you’d just upended his entire world. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed your face. “Say it again,” He demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me this isn’t some cruel dream I’m going to wake up from.”

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his curls. “I want you, Barty,” You whispered, your voice steady. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Something in him seemed to snap at those words. His lips were on yours again, hotter and more demanding this time, as if he was trying to make up for all the moments he’d thought this would never happen. His hands roamed over your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin. His fingers were rough, desperate, as if he needed to feel you, to know this was real.

“You have no idea,” He murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this. How many nights I’ve stayed up thinking about you.”

“Then stop wasting time,” You teased, your own hands sliding up his chest and into his hair.

He let out a low, almost guttural laugh, his lips brushing against your jawline, your neck. “You’re gonna kill me, love.”

“Not yet,” You whined back, your voice breathless.

His response was a low growl as his lips found yours again, his kiss searing and possessive. His hands gripped your waist, lifting you onto his lap fully as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Merlin,” He murmured, his voice hoarse as he trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Tell me this is real. Tell me you’re mine.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your hands framing his face as you whispered, “I’m yours, Barty. Always.”

The intensity in his eyes burned brighter at your words, and whatever restraint he’d been clinging to crumbled entirely. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips claimed yours again, leaving no room for doubt.

This wasn’t the playful, cheeky Barty you were used to. This was something raw and unrestrained, something you’d never seen before. And it left you completely and utterly undone.

“Worth the wait.” He let out a sound- almost like a whimper- “Worth every bloody second.”

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concretejunglefm · 21 days ago

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some bestfriend!noah for @1toreyouapart, inspired by this 💕

CW: includes mentions of nipple play/biting, spit for lube, handjob, a little soft dirty talk.

NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“Me next!” Noah chimes, leaning in as he watches you delicately pluck your brows, shaping them back into your preferred look.

“Are you going to stay still this time?” You shoot a brief look over your shoulder at him, and he scoffs.

“When am I not still?”

“Uh.” Your jaw drops, a little flabbergasted as you turn to look at him. “All the time? It’s always ‘me next,’ and then I spend ten minutes trying to hold your head still because you’re too much of a wuss.”

“Yeah, well, what do you expect? It hurts!”

“Why ask me to do it, then?”

“Because I gotta look good.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance back at the mirror to finish off the final hairs. “Yeah? For who—your imaginary girlfriend?”

You catch sight of him in the corner of the mirror, mocking you, and the corner of your mouth twitches. It always amuses you when you manage to get under his skin—just enough to make him lose steam in your usual banter and instead resort to childlike antics.

“Come here then.” You beckon him toward you, watching the way he wiggles his brows.

You shake your head with a soft laugh. “If you’re trying to be seductive, it’s not working,” you tease. His face drops into that familiar, offended expression, which only amuses you more. You love teasing him, especially when he gets all pouty.

“Oh, look at you, all pouty.” You reach in to pinch his cheek, and he’s quick to swat your hand away.

“Yeah, yeah, just come on. Make me look pretty.” He runs a large, tattooed hand back through his hair, trying to push it out of the way, then leans his head forward as he shuffles along the bed, inching closer to you.

You let out a deep breath. “Well, now I can’t perform miracles.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, but you catch the way he peeks out from one of his now-closed eyes, the corner of his mouth quirking into a teasing smirk.

Gripping his chin, you attempt to hold him in place, lifting the pair of tweezers to his brows, but before you can even get close, he quickly pulls back.

“Noah,” you murmur softly, though there’s a hint of warning in your tone—he’s already testing your patience.

“Sorry, I wasn’t ready.” He drops his shoulders, trying to relax the tension in his body before bracing himself again, eyes screwing shut.

For a brief moment, you just watch him. He seems either genuinely pained or convinced you’re about to hurt him, but then your eyes flicker to his lips—you notice how he wets them in anticipation, then nervously nibbles at his lower lip.

Moving your hand, you run your fingers back through his hair, gently pushing it away while subtly anchoring him in place. You shift slightly, moving closer—almost climbing into his lap—and, as if in sync, like he senses your nearness, his hands rise to settle at your waist to steady you.

You murmur a soft, “Thanks,” and his hands squeeze your waist in silent acknowledgment, a gesture that stirs a low, bubbling heat in your belly.

Being this close to him always has a way of getting under your skin, and though you both manage to maintain the illusion of control, you flirt with the line between friendship and something more far too often.

You manage to pluck the first hair before he tries to pull away, letting out a loud “Ow!”—and just like that, the spell you’d been under seconds ago is shattered.

“God, you big baby.” You roll your eyes and try to pull him back into place, but he leans away slightly.

“It hurt! You need to be gentler,” he whines, and you can’t help but roll your eyes again.

“It’s not my fault your hair is hard to pull out.” That makes you laugh, and you almost feel bad for finding his pain funny. You remember the first time you started plucking your own brows and how much you used to complain, but at least years of experience had built up some tolerance.

You try again, but he moves once more.

“If you keep moving, I swear I’m going to stick your head down on my lap.”

And just like that, he shifts again. You release his hair from your grip with an exasperated sigh before shuffling further back on the bed.

“Okay, lay back. Head here.” You gesture to your lap and wait for him to follow instructions. Noah obliges, tucking his head against your thighs and looking up at you with a cheeky grin.

“You think I’ll behave now?”

“You’d better.” You try to hold his head in place as you lean forward slightly—only to feel him move again.

“If I pop my tit in your mouth, will it stop you from moving and whining?”

It’s a joke—a crude one, the kind you’re no stranger to making. The two of you are always flirting along that line, but something about this one pushes it over completely, especially the moment he says, “Yes.”

His eyes hold a challenge, a cheeky grin etched across his face and beneath it, an unmissable heat.

You should scoff. Should give him some “in your dreams” kind of response, but instead, you actually go through with it.

You tug down the tank top you’re wearing, your breast slipping free from the fabric, and with his mouth already open, tongue peeking out expectantly, you slide your other hand beneath his head and guide him up.

For a brief moment, time stretches—like a game of chicken—until you feel it: the warm press of his tongue against you.

You gasp as it circles your nipple, feeling it harden under his gentle caress. Your eyes flutter closed, lost in the electricity blooming through your body the moment his mouth closes around you, a soft, satisfied hum vibrating against your skin. Your fingers thread through his hair, encouraging him gently, and you feel a moan rise in your throat as he tests the waters—his teeth grazing, just barely, against the sensitive bud.

When your eyes open, you glance down at him. His eyes are half-lidded, barely peering up at you from beneath his long lashes.

“Maybe now you’ll be good for me,” you whisper, bringing the tweezers back to his brows.

You pluck one—clean, quick—and feel his tongue flick gently against your nipple in response, followed by a soft hum that vibrates through your breast.

You go again, drawing another hair, and he lets out a low sound, his mouth tightening just slightly around you. It’s the third one that gets him—a more sensitive spot—and the moment you tug it free, he bites down, not hard, but enough to make you jolt.

Your breath catches. A soft gasp leaves your lips as his teeth graze your nipple, a wicked little punishment wrapped in pleasure.

“You brat,” you murmur, trying not to smile as you steady your hand again, but he just smirks against you, clearly unrepentant, and gives your nipple another teasing nip the next time you pluck a particularly stubborn hair.

The push and pull between you is palpable now, pain and pleasure trading hands, soft and sharp, teasing and intimate.

When you glance down briefly, you can’t help but notice the way a bulge has formed at the front of his shorts, the fabric strained tight around it. Heat blooms low in your belly at the sudden urge to reach down and offer him a little relief, especially now, when he’s finally being good and obedient for you.

Your eyes flick between his face, so focused, his mouth and tongue working diligently at your nipple—soothing the previous pain inflicted by his nip—and the bulge beneath him as you slowly reach down.

Your fingers tease along his bare thigh when you reach it, skimming just beneath the hem of his shorts and the way they ride up so high. You’ve teased him before about wearing them—called them his slutty shorts, his “fuck-me” shorts—and now, all you can really think about is pulling him out of them to do exactly that.

He doesn’t stop or pull away when your fingers start to tease higher, brushing along the seam and feeling the outline of him, the thick, hard length of him pressed tight against the fabric. Instead, he lets out another hum, something that sounds like approval, and then you feel the brush of his teeth again, making you gasp, a moan tumbling from your lips.

You take that as his sign to hurry up, and under any other circumstances, you might have teased him for it, made him earn it, but this time, you follow his silent request.

You push the waistband of his shorts down, and he lifts his hips to help, letting you tug both his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion. You watch as his cock springs free. It’s bigger than you could’ve imagined, and you’ve imagined it a lot. You’ve felt it enough, pressed up against your back when you’ve shared a bed, caught glimpses of the outline when he wore something too tight in the privacy of your home, but nothing prepared you for the sight of it now, and you swear your mouth waters.

You shake your head, trying to pull your focus back as your hand wraps around him, slowly stroking up the length to the tip. You squeeze gently, watching as a trickle of precum slips from the head and rolls down along the shaft. It’s a pretty sight—almost too pretty—and you feel the vein beneath your touch, the way it throbs with every slow, deliberate stroke. You draw it out on purpose, savoring the way he groans against your breast, low and muffled, sending vibrations straight through you.

“Is this what you wanted?” you purr down at him, your voice laced with lust.

His eyes flutter open, gazing up at you with a wanton need—the kind that goes straight to your core and makes your thighs squeeze together, only adding to the ache already building between them.

“Of course it was,” you murmur under your breath. “And you weren’t ever lying about those mouth skills.”

Another moan slips from you as he continues to focus on your nipple, the teasing nip of his teeth sending a direct jolt to your cunt, making you throb and clench around nothing.

“Fuck,” you hiss, your grip tightening around his cock.

You pull your hand back, lifting it to your mouth and spitting into your palm before bringing it back down, rubbing your saliva across the tip, then down along the shaft. His precum mixes with it easily, turning slick beneath your touch as you begin to stroke him, slow and steady, deliberately teasing, working him with the same care he’s giving to you.

You don’t catch the way his eyes widen at the sight of you spitting into your hand, only feel the way he squirms in your lap as you stroke him, his hips bucking involuntarily. He’s quick to try and match your pace, chasing the sensation of your hand wrapped around him—something he’d never admit to thinking about, but has fantasized over more times than he can count.

It feels unreal, almost like a dream. Like he’s imagining this whole scene.

And yet, the line you’ve always tiptoed along—flirting, teasing, testing—it’s been crossed. Even if only slightly, it’s enough to change everything.

It’s Noah who reaches for your top, tugging it down enough to expose your other breast. His hand cups it firmly, kneading it, his thumb brushing over your already hardened nipple before he catches it between his thumb and forefinger—twisting, pinching just enough to make your back arch.

You gasp, a sound that only makes your grip around him tighten as your hand begins to move faster, spurred on by the way he’s pushing you right to the edge. The two of you fall into a rhythm—taunting, toying, testing—each reaction only encouraging the other further.

He can feel it coming, the white-hot coil tightening low in his stomach, the edges of his vision starting to blur. He wants to tell you, to warn you somehow, but he can’t bring himself to let go of your nipple, not with your fingers carding through his hair, massaging his scalp. Not when your voice is a soft, breathy coo of encouragement and praise, coaxing him closer, and then he’s there, his release crashing through him in waves as hot ropes spill from the tip, coating his stomach—where he’d had the foresight to tug his hoodie up—and your hand.

He doesn’t care about the mess, not when he’s a trembling wreck beneath you, your hand refusing to stop, pushing him through the full length of his climax. His hips buck wildly, overstimulated, as you milk him for every last drop until there’s nothing left—just his shallow breath and the aftershocks rippling through his body.

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