#c string arrays hard

[bielobog-kun]

i swear to god i am testing code for an actual meaningful project it just looks like im goofing off though

[in3fficient-n0velist]

My Favorite Paperboy - Harumasa x Fem!Reader

In which, in the 1890s, Harumasa is a boy delivering the newspaper to homes for a measly cent each. Your family is exceedingly rich, being one of the mansions that he delivers to. His favorite house to stop by is yours.

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A stack of newspapers, bound by a string, is clutched to Harumasa’s chest. The loose ends of it flutter in the wind.

The longer he walks, the bigger the houses become. Soon, they’re huge mansions crafted with wood and stone — limestone porticos, ornate porches, and numerous brick chimneys reaching skyward. These are the luxuries reserved for only the richest in society. Yet here is young Haru, trailing from house to house trading a penny for a paper. 

He knows he doesn’t belong here. After all, he’s a scruffy, lanky boy. His coat covers up numerous dirt stains and his shoes stopped fitting him months ago. Still, his pale yellow eyes are bright with determination to sell as many papers as possible.

He needs it, if he’s going to afford his medication. His caretaker already has enough on his plate just paying for their cramped apartment. Harumasa took up this job in the hopes of scraping the money together.

Again, he knows he doesn’t belong here.

But he does enjoy seeing you.

When he first started, the job was entirely a way to get the money for his sickness. There was one day, though, where he spotted you. Near the end of his route, it was the beautiful brick mansion with the maple tree in the yard. The memory plays in his mind as he passes out each newspaper.

Nine months prior.

Harumasa was exhausted from a day of trying to convince people to trade him just a penny. It was especially tiring under the blistering heat of the summer, and the symptoms of his illness.

He wiped the sweat from his brow. Only three papers left… he could almost go home. Just a couple more mansions.

The cobblestone pathway seemed to stretch in front of his feet, only making his job harder. He passed under the maple tree, which provided some shelter from the radiating sun.

Under the shade of it, a voice spooked him. “Hey. Newsboy.”

Harmamasa’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the voice, until he realized it was above him. “Wait— who are… you…”

His voice fell off upon seeing you. You were perched up in the maple tree, some of your figure obscured by the summer leaves. Your H/C hair fell into your face in the wind. A fluffy yellow skirt spilled out over the branches, its ruffles obscuring the expanse of your legs.

Were you one of the home’s servants? Surely if you lived there, you would act much more proper. Girls didn’t climb trees.

Yet you still looked like an angel to Haru, a face so radiant. Beaming there on that branch, your tights covered up an array of bruises, telling the story of rebellion and adventure. You didn’t act the way ought to, but that made you all the more intriguing in his eyes.

As he was trying to process it, your voice called out again.

“Isn’t it hot down there? You look like you’re gonna collapse.”

Tentatively, he nodded. He was wearing way too many layers for such a warm day. “Yeah. I’m burning up down here,” he said with a light laugh. His hand once again brushed through his soaked bangs.

“You should join me.” You kicked your feet, your boots swinging with liveliness.

“Join you? I have a job… I shouldn’t.”

It wasn’t like he belonged here. Being seen with a girl like this might get him in trouble, and he needed all the money he could get for his medicine.

But Harumasa was never a hard worker.

He dropped his remaining newspapers at the base of the tree and reached up into the branches. It was quite easy for him to heave himself onto a limb, then climb up. He plopped onto a branch right next to you.

“You can take off your outer coat, you know. It’s understandable when it’s this hot,” you said.

With your encouragement, he peeled off his coat and dropped it from his seat, letting it fall into the grass by the papers he left. He was left in a white dress shirt that clung to his torso. You made no comment on the quality of the clothing or the poverty that it hinted at.

“Up here, you can feel the wind. And the leaves keep you out of the sun.” Tipping your head back, you could feel the coolness of the breeze.

He considered it for a moment. “You’re right. It’s much better up here. Um, miss… what’s your name? Are you a servant?”

“No, I’m Y/N,” you answered, shaking your head faintly. “I live in that red brick house, the daughter to the L/N family. I just snuck out here.”

“Oooh, rebellious, huh? Climbing up this tree in a dress?” Harumasa tilted his head as he looked up at you.

You chuckled. “So crazy, I know. What’s your name, then?”

“I’m Harumasa. But if you see me again, you can just call me Haru.” And he really wanted to see you again.

“Well then, Haru,” you began, “can I tell you a secret?”

He perked up with interest. What could you possibly doing, especially with that mischievous spark in your eye?

“I snuck out here. I was supposed to be fitted for a dress today, but I don’t want to right now. It’s probably driving my mother up the wall.”

“So you came out here to escape, huh?” Harumasa said, flashing a smile.

“Of course; I enjoy the outdoors. It beats having tea time with my mother. I just get lectured a lot for having dirt and grass stains on my clothes.” You lifted up your skirt as an example. “What about you?”

He looked out over the garden, where every leaf seemed to be in order, perfectly managed by landscapers. This was a completely different lifestyle from his, where he’d worked from such a young age. “Me? I recently started this job. It’s easy enough… as long as it’s not this hot.”

“Does that mean I get to see you more often?” you teased.

“I guess it does. Will I see you each day when I pass by?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by the sound of an older lady’s voice — your mother’s, from the inside of the house. She called your name a second time before you assured her with an, “I’m coming!”

Harumasa slipped down from the branches of the tree, landing with a small thump and picking up his things. “You better not hold her up.”

You jumped down from the tree without a moment’s hesitation. The sight of it made him all the more interested in getting to know you. Finding a woman so independent, so lively, was unheard of, especially someone this high-classed. Your dress fluttered as you landed and stood up again.

Your next words surprised him.

“My room is the window on the back of the house. If you push the trash bin over to it, then you can climb up to windowsill.”

“Wait… really?” His face flushed red at the forwardness of it. “But that’s… your parents would probably kill me for that. And- you don’t want to be seen with me; I don’t have a dime to my name. Don’t you want someone who could… provide for you? Financially?”

You held up a finger in his face. “First thing’s first, I’ll be providing for myself, thank you very much.”

He raised an eyebrow — it was so hard for women to be hired for jobs outside of teaching. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t impressed by her determination; he actually found it rather admirable. “What kind of job?”

“I… want to fight for women’s suffrage. I keep hearing murmurings of it from the adults, and I hope it’ll be soon. After that, a job in law would be nice.” It brought a smile to your face to have this boy, Harumasa, listen and take you seriously. But you got back on track. “Second of all, I don’t care what people say if they see us hanging out.”

There was no point in arguing with you, so he conceded with a faint smile on his face. It’s not like he was going to argue, because he wanted to see you more. “Very well then. I’ll be there in the coming days.”

“Y/N!” your mother’s voice rang out even more insistently.

“Remember! The window on the back of the house!” you reminded him as you ran up to the porch.

Harumasa nodded, watching you disappear through the door of the ornate home. The idea of visiting you again was appealing. The risk of it, the potential scandal, made it seem all the more exciting.

The memory finishes playing just as he approaches that same house, and it brings a smile to his face. Over the past nine months, you’ve become closer as friends. Visiting you at your window is the highlight of his day. Plus, he takes it as a chance to jokingly flirt with you.

The boy takes the stairs of the porch one by one, preparing one of the newspapers to hand to your father. Eagerly, he raps his hand on the door and steps back to wait for a response.

An older man opens the door, dressed in clothes that purposefully showcase his wealth. He takes the paper, skimming over the headline before reaching into his pocket. “It appears the city is making bad legislation yet again. How are you doing, boy?”

“Fine, sir. Are you doing the same?” he asks politely.

“I am, thank you.” The man fishes a penny from his pocket and launches it into the air with his thumb. “That should do.”

Harumasa’s hand flies out and catches the coin in a swift manner, tucking it into his pocket. His golden eyes sparkle. “I appreciate it. Have a good day.”

He says a quiet goodbye, the words slipping out naturally, before shutting the door again.

Once the man is gone, Haru takes a few steps onto the pathway before veering off to the side and sneaking behind the house. He pushes the trash bin until it bumps against the brick wall. Then, he pulls himself onto it and stands up. From this height, he can go on his toes and grab the ledge of your window.

You are alerted by the sound and slide the window open. He looks so silly like that, with his black hair falling into his face as he tries to pull himself up.

“Ah, there you are, paperboy,” you say, linking hands with him. He sits down on the ledge, halfway inside your room.

He smirks. “Missed me?” His eyes flit over your belongings. A white vanity on one side, a four poster bed on the other with the softest looking pastel pink blankets. It’s double the size of his own, perfect for cuddling. You would never let him, though… Beside it, there’s a full length silver mirror and a rack of dresses that he’s sure would all look beautiful on you.

“Of course I didn’t.” You answer in the same tone. “But I still enjoy seeing your face.”

“You didn’t miss me? I’m so hurt… you could have hit me over the head with your gemstone-encrusted hairbrush and it would have hurt less…” Harumasa brings a hand to his head as if in pain.

“Oh yeah? I’ll give you something to really whine about.”

“Like what?”

“Like shoving you out this window,” you tease, raising your hands like you’re about to push him.

Going along with the joke, Harumasa shakes his head in desperation, his hands going to clutch the ruffles on your wrist. “No, anything but that! Have mercy on me, my sweet!”

“It’s the end for you, Haru. Goodbye.” You stand just near him with a smile on your face, brushing against him. The two of you are so close.

His mouth opens and shuts for a moment, just staring up at you from where he sits. To him, you’re perfect. A great sense of humor, so energetic and funny and… it doesn’t matter to you if he’s poor. You’re so amazing in his eyes.

So he brings up what he says every day. “About that kiss on the cheek~”

He’d been badgering for it every day for months — always polite, always a joke. But today, with him sitting like that on your window ledge, you had to finally fulfill his wish.

“Maybe I will, then.” Harumasa goes red, not expecting you to actually agree. “Eh? Y/N?”

“I said it,” you murmur, leaning closer so that your breaths mix. “I’ll do it.”

His eyes flutter when he feels your gentle lips press against his cheek. It’s warm, and it’s real. “I wouldn’t have expected you to actually…”

“Since when do I ever ‘act as I should’? Have you ever known me to be demure?” You lace your hands with his. Some parts are calloused, a physical reminder of how hard he’s worked for what he has.

“So forward… I can’t say I don’t like it, though,” Harumasa says with a grin. His other hand goes to your waist, pulling you to stand between his legs in an attempt to bring you into a full kiss.

You press a finger to his lips. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. You’ve been asking for a kiss on the cheek for months, you think I won’t make you wait longer for a real one?”

“Aw, you are suuuch a tease. Can’t you make an exception?” His eyes flit to your comfy looking bed meaningfully, in a completely innocent manner. Just being able to hold you sounds like a dream.

Chuckling, you pull him by the chin so that he doesn’t look that way. “Pfft, don’t you even.”

“No? Don’t say you haven’t wanted to,” he pouts, mostly joking.

“If I give you a kiss, will you go?”

“If you give me a kiss, I’ll do whatever you want~.”

Your hand drifts to Harumasa’s jaw, using it as a guide as you meet his lips. He is stunned for a second time that day… how do you always manage to do that? The sensation is so soft, so perfect, everything he imagined it to be.

It only lasts a moment, but that’s enough. Enough for him to be completely enamored.

“I guess it’s time for me to go, then…” Harumasa swings his legs over the windowsill. He’s already excited to see you the next time he does his newspaper rounds.

You pause just as he’s about to hop down.

“Haru.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. And you better be here,” you say with a faint smile.

Harumasa drops from the ledge and onto the trash bin, then looks up at you again with inquisitive golden eyes. “Of course I will. Like I said; for a kiss, I’ll do anything.”

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Author’s note: I actually had fun researching this; I always have to fact check the historical things I write. It’s set in 1890, which is the Gilded Age of the United States (thanks AP US History). Aaand I incorporated some sexism for the times because I feel it fits the times (not Harumasa though because he’s baby)

Harumasa is such a great character but I barely ever see ZZZ fanfics for him ToT

~2500 words

[redroomreflections]

The Ghost in The Window Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a former child star and one-half of one of Hollywood's most powerful couples, you’re no stranger to the dangers of the spotlight. Life has just begun to settle for you as you navigate motherhood, marriage, and your career. When a fan-turned-stalker gets a bit too close for comfort, everything is turned upside down

Warnings: mention of stalking, cursing, semi-smut

w/c:6k

Note: for now this story only three chapters - i am finishing up a few other stories before this one so read at your own risk

As you step into the spacious backyard of your mansion, the warm summer breeze gently rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees. The area is busy with activity, voices heard every which way, and the clinking of silverware. You take a moment to appreciate the stunningly landscaped gardens, creating a picturesque backdrop for the event tonight.

Your annual summer throwback party is known for its fun and charm, and this year's gathering promises to be no exception. Tonight was a night to let loose, get into the groove, and have a good time with friends and family.

You keep an eye on everything, and you catch a glimpse of your attentive staff, clad in crisp uniforms, moving gracefully to fulfill their assigned tasks. The caterers, dressed in pristine black jackets, skillfully arrange an array of meals on the elegantly decorated tables. The aroma of freshly prepared treats wafts through the air, tempting even the most discerning palate.

As you approach the central area, you see the talented event planners overseeing the setup. They expertly arrange vintage-inspired decorations, transporting your guests back in time to an era of hip-hop and oversized t-shirts. Strings of soft fairy lights twinkle above, casting a warm glow, while strands of colorful bunting flutter in the gentle breeze. The atmosphere is vibrant, yet refined—a perfect reflection of your unique style.

Amid the preparations, your attention turns to Rose and Grace. Rose, with her usual curls braided into a bun and infectious laughter, excitedly runs around the yard, exploring every corner with wide-eyed wonder. Meanwhile, Grace rests peacefully in her stroller, her tiny fingers gently clutching a plush toy.

As you continue overseeing the preparations, ensuring every detail is in place, Natasha approaches with a gentle smile on her face.

"Hey, love. I am confirming that the kids will be in bed by the time the party kicks off. I've arranged for Carla to come over so that we can enjoy the evening without any interruptions."

You nod in agreement.

“Now, we just have to break the news to the little one that she’s not invited,” You gesture to Rose who is still running around the yard. Just as you finish speaking, she skips over to you with a wide smile.

“Mommy, can I have ice cream at the party?” Rose looks up to you. She bats her lashes, giving you the best puppy dog eyes ever, and you chuckle.

You share a loving glance with Natasha before addressing Rose's request.

Natasha kneels to be at eye level with her. “Oh, Rose, sweetheart, I'm sorry you can't come to the party this time. It's for grown-ups, but we'll make it up to you, okay? How about before your bedtime story, we have a special ice cream treat just for you?"

“Ah, but I want to see everyone,” Rose pouts. “I never get to come to parties.”

“Well, maybe when you’re a bit bigger,” Natasha suggests.

“How big?” Rose shoots back. “Seven?” Natasha thinks.

“She’s going to hold you to that.” You warn her. Kids never forget anything you promised them. You learned the hard way after promising to take her to get a doll. She begged you for that thing for an entire week. Only for it to end up in a toy box with the others.

Rose deflates. "Can I get chocolate ice cream?”

“Sure, kid, two scoops just for you,” You promise her. “If you give Carla a hard time you’ll have to answer to me in the morning. Do you hear me? You get two scoops and a bedtime story. That’s it. Understood?”

“Mhmm,” Rose nods obediently. It’s just going in one ear and out the other.

She wraps her small arms around your legs, a gesture that warms your heart. “I love you, Mommy, and Mama.”

"We love you too, Rose. Now, go find Carla for your bath, and we'll have that ice cream surprise waiting for you right after."

With a grin, Rose scampers off toward her room, already dreaming of the delightful bedtime treat in store for her. As you watch her go, a sense of fulfillment washes over you—knowing that while the adults indulge in the festivities, your children will be safe, cared for, and treated to their special moments.

“Ready to get this thing started?” Natasha looked at you.

“Something like that,” You shrug. “We still have an hour or two. No one should be here just yet.”

“Can we bet who’s showing up the latest?” Natasha offers. “I’m betting on Yelena.”

“Oh, that’s a good choice. I’ll say, Monica.” You offer her. You two shake on it.

As you look around the backyard, you catch sight of your event planner, Melissa, coordinating the final touches with the staff. Making your way towards her, a wide smile brightens your face.

"Melissa, everything looks fantastic! The decorations are on point. Have you seen my outfit for the '90s party? I want to make sure it's ready in my bedroom."

"Absolutely, y/n! I've made sure your outfit is prepared and waiting for you in your bedroom. It's a fabulous throwback piece that I'm sure you'll rock!" Melissa complimented.

You exchange a knowing nod, appreciating Melissa's attention to detail. As you stroll through the vibrant scene, the event planner leans in to share some exciting news.

" By the way, we have some new staff members joining us today. It's their onboarding day, and I think it'll add fresh and fun energy to the party. I thought you might enjoy meeting them."

Your eyes light up with anticipation, eager to welcome the new team members into your event-planning family.

"That sounds great, Melissa! Make sure to introduce them to me later. Make sure they know they’re allowed to have food too. There’s going to be more than we can keep."

Melissa nods enthusiastically, sharing in your enthusiasm. With a glance towards the staff setting up, you notice a few familiar faces among the seasoned team members, diligently working to set up your party in time for the night.

As Melissa hurries off to attend to her responsibilities, you take a moment to soak in the lively atmosphere. The sounds of upbeat '90s music fill the air, enhancing your meticulously crafted nostalgic ambiance. A surge of excitement courses through your veins as you imagine the party's transformation, transporting your guests back in time to an era filled with iconic fashion and music.

With a sense of purpose, you return to preparing for the party, ensuring that everything aligns seamlessly with your vision. The staff members move swiftly, responding to your instructions with precision and enthusiasm. As you navigate through the crowd of dedicated individuals, you catch snippets of conversations, laughter, and the occasional clatter of glassware, all signaling the harmonious collaboration taking place.

This party, while not exactly the big event you’re making it out to be, is always enjoyable. This would be the night of your life.

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A few hours later, the party has begun with a bang. The music and laughter fill the yard as your family and friends filter in one by one. You excuse yourself for a moment, leaving Natasha to continue hosting, as you make your way to the nursery. You sit in the cozy rocking chair, softly humming a lullaby. You cradle Grace in your arms, gently swaying back and forth.

The room feels serene and warm despite the noise coming from just outside of her window., the soft glow of a nightlight casting a warm ambiance. With the party atmosphere humming in the background, you continue to rock gently in the nursery chair, your focus solely on Grace. You guide her to your breast, embracing the intimate bond that nursing creates. Grace nestles contentedly against your chest, finding comfort in the familiar rhythm.

As you gaze down at your daughter, you whisper sweet words of love, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

After Grace has had her fill, you carefully burp her, tenderly patting her back. The little one lets out a satisfied sigh, and her eyes slowly begin to flutter closed. You cradle her in your arms, standing up from the chair with a gentle sway, ready to put her to bed.

You walk over to the crib, adorned with soft blankets and a mobile of gentle melodies. With care, you lower Grace into the crib, your touch soft and reassuring.

As you turn to leave the nursery, you hear a commotion from Rose's room. The sound of frustrated cries and protest reaches your ears, indicating that Rose is giving her nanny a hard time going to bed. Your brow furrows with concern, and you make your way towards Rose's room.

Inside, you find Carla patiently trying to calm Rose down, but the little one is resolute in her resistance. You enter with a warm smile, your presence instantly drawing Rose's attention.

"Hey there, what’s going on?" You ask, your voice gentle but firm. "It's time for bed now, Rosie. You know you need your rest to have all the energy for tomorrow. We talked about this earlier."

Rose pouts, crossing her arms defiantly. "But I don't want to go to bed! I want to stay up with you and have fun!"

You crouch down to Rose's level, your eyes full of understanding. "I know it's hard to go to bed when there's so much excitement going on. But remember, we all need our sleep to be happy and healthy. Can we make a deal?"

Rose's eyes widen with curiosity, her resistance softening slightly. "What kind of deal?"

You smile, a playful glint in your eyes. "If I take you downstairs to say hello to everyone, and you dance one song with Uncle Steve, you come back up and you go to bed.”Negotiating again. You were never the winner of these things. It’s probably not the best parenting tactic, but it works some of the time.

Rose's stubborn expression melts away, replaced by a mixture of anticipation and compliance. "Okay, deal!"

“Carla, I’ll take her downstairs for a few minutes,” You promise and the other woman nods. She’s fine with that. You place Rose onto your waist, her legs wrapping around your hips, as you carry her downstairs to the party. There’s someone in every room and she lights up whenever someone greets her. You find Natasha at the door, scolding Yelena playfully about being late.

“Yeah, yeah, I made it here on time didn’t I?” Yelena grumbles with an eye roll. She pushes past Natasha to come and say hello to you and Rose. “There’s the flower girl. How are ya?” Yelena grins widely. “I thought you would be in bed by the time I got here.”

“Not a chance,” You shake your head. Rose stretches her arms out to get a hug from her aunt. The commotion is interrupted by Monica, an indication you’ve won your bet, as she walks in with a new beau on her arm and a bottle of champagne in her other hand.

“Diva in the house!’ Monica announces loudly to catch your attention.

“It’s about time,” You chuckle as you move to kiss her cheek. “I guess you lost the bet.” You say to Natasha who takes the loss gracefully.

“Uh, were you betting on me? No way,” Monica shakes her head. “This is my friend, Ryan, he’s here for the weekend. Thought I’d stop by and show him a great time.”

“Oh, I bet you will,” You smile through your teeth. “Nice to meet you, Ryan.” You introduce yourself and Natasha. The first thing you notice is he’s cute with an incredible smile. A win for Monica if you do say so yourself.

“Thank you,” Ryan smiles widely. “It’s a pleasure to be here.” He says.

“Well, you guys could go ahead to the backyard the fun’s already started,” You gesture to the back. You wait for them to leave before looking at Natasha. “I’d like my money in cash. Thank you.” You pat Natasha’s back gleefully. As you begin to walk away, she catches your hand, tugging you back into her, before leaning in for a kiss. You happily oblige, raising a hand to caress her cheek, before you pull back. “I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you too,” Natasha replies. “Where’s the munchkin?” She questions as she looks around the room.

“Probably out there being the life of the party,” You shake your head. “She’s never going to sleep at this rate.” You listen to the sound of cheers and “Go Rose!” praises coming from the backyard. This should be interesting.

As you and Natasha step into the party, the vibrant atmosphere of the '90s hip-hop theme instantly engulfs you. The yard is alive with laughter, pulsating beats, and a sea of people crowded around the dance floor. The DJ spins the classic hit "This Is How We Do It" by Montell Jordan, and the infectious groove fills the air.

You and Natasha exchange knowing glances, feeling the electric energy in the room. With Natasha in tow, you make your way towards the center of the dance floor, where the crowd is most animated. Rose, is wide awake despite being way past her bedtime, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As "This Is How We Do It" blares through the speakers, Rose's little feet start to shuffle, her body moving to the rhythm as if she's been waiting for this moment her entire life. She's drawn to the pulsating beat like a magnet, her laughter and giggles blending harmoniously with the music.

The crowd around her notices her adorable presence and can't help but cheer her on, creating a circle around her, and providing her a stage for her impromptu performance. Family becomes her biggest fans, smiling and clapping along with the infectious rhythm.

Natasha wraps her arm around your waist, her eyes fixed on Rose, her heart overflowing with love and pride. She leans in and whispers, "Look at our little superstar. She's stealing the show!"

You nod. "She's definitely got the groove in her blood. Just like her Mama."

As Rose spins and twirls, her dance moves a delightful combination of her own creativity and the influences of the '90s hip-hop era, the joy on her face is palpable. She bounces with infectious energy, absorbing the positive vibes from the crowd, completely lost in the moment.

Montell Jordan's voice fills the air, and you can't help but join the crowd, clapping and cheering for Rose, basking in her radiant spirit. It's a memory you know you'll cherish forever—the night Rose, with her innocent enthusiasm, became the star of the '90s-themed party, captivating everyone with her authentic joy and carefree dance moves.

As the song nears its end, Rose takes her final bow, having watched you do it a dozen times, a beaming smile spread across her face. The crowd erupts in applause, showering her with love and praise. You and Natasha rush to embrace her, filled with overwhelming pride and love.

“Mama, did you see me?” Rose bounces in place. “I danced around and around.” She makes circles with her pointer finger.

Natasha leans down, brushing a strand of hair away from Rose's face, her voice filled with admiration. "You were amazing, sweetheart. The party wouldn't have been the same without you."

Rose, still catching her breath, beams up at both of you, her eyes shining with happiness. "I love dancing! Can we do it again?"

You share a look with Natasha, your hearts swelling with warmth and affection. "Of course, my little dancer. We'll have many more dance parties together. But now, it's time to head upstairs and get you tucked into bed."

With a last wave to the cheering crowd, you kiss Rose goodnight and send her on her way back to her bedroom and Natasha follows her to ensure she’s in fact going to bed this time.

Behind you the DJ transitions to a remix of a Spice Girls hit, and the infectious beats fill the air, instantly transporting you back to the '90s. A simpler time. You find yourself surrounded by Monica and Wanda all dressed in iconic '90s fashion, ready to rock the dance floor.

Monica grabs your hand, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, y/n It's time to unleash your inner Spice Girl!”

“Oh, no, that’s so corny,” You yell over the music. Despite them both grabbing an arm to pull you further onto the floor. “Guys, I don’t even remember the dance moves.”

Wanda joins in, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Yes, you do. It’s like riding a bike! We won't take no for an answer.”

Feeling their infectious energy, you can't help but surrender to the moment. With a laugh, you let Monica and Wanda pull you toward the center of the dance floor, ready to immerse yourself in the nostalgia of the Spice Girls era.

The rhythm takes hold of you, and you start moving to the music, swaying and grooving alongside Monica and Wanda. As the remix intensifies, you unleash your inner Spice Girl, spinning, twirling, and throwing your hands up in the air with unabashed joy.

The crowd around you can't help but notice the trio of friends, radiating happiness and contagious energy. They cheer you on, appreciating the camaraderie and the lively dance moves that embody the carefree spirit of the '90s.

Monica, with her infectious laugh, grabs your hand and starts choreographing a playful routine, her moves perfectly synchronized with yours. Wanda, always the trendsetter, adds her own flair, creating an electrifying dance trio that captivates everyone around.

With each passing moment, you can feel the bonds of friendship strengthening, the shared love for the '90s music and fashion deepening your connection. As the music reaches its peak, you glance at Monica and Wanda, all three of you breathless but full of life, their laughter echoing in your ears.

The song comes to an end, but the memories and the joy linger. As you catch your breath, you exchange high fives and hugs, reveling in the incredible time you've had on the dance floor.

Monica grins, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "That was epic! We rocked it, y/n!"

“Oh, sure,” You laugh as you hold onto your aching side. “This was more cardio than I’ve had in a while.”

Wanda nods, her smile beaming with pride. "Well, look at it this way, Mel B would be proud."

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart full of gratitude for these incredible friends. "Thank you both for dragging me onto the dance floor. This night wouldn't have been the same without you.”

Arm in arm, the three of you make your way back to the sidelines, but the joy and energy of the party continue to reverberate in your hearts. This was only the beginning.

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Inside the house, Natasha makes her way downstairs to the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room for the refreshments table. But as she approaches, she notices a new face among the servers. Carissa, a young woman she recognizes from the local IHOP, is diligently attending to the hors d'oeuvres table, her eyes filled with excitement.

A mix of surprise and discomfort washes over Natasha as she realizes that Carissa, seemingly a fan of yours, is now serving at her own party. She knows that fame can sometimes attract attention, but having a fan in her home feels invasive.

Suppressing her unease, Natasha takes a deep breath and approaches Carissa with a polite smile. "Hi there, I don't think we've met. I'm Natasha."

Carissa's eyes widen with delight, clearly recognizing Natasha. "Oh my gosh, Natasha Romanoff! I'm Carissa. I've been a big fan of yours for years. It's an honor to serve at your party! We met at the iHop remember?"

Natasha's discomfort intensifies, but she maintains her composed demeanor. "Thank you, Carissa. I appreciate your kind words. I do remember.” Natasha swallows thickly. “If you need any assistance, please let me or Melissa, the event coordinator, know."

She’s short and to the point. Which it seems Carissa doesn’t pick up on.

“I will,” Carissa nods.

With that, Natasha discreetly excuses herself, heading over to Melissa, who is busy overseeing the event logistics. Natasha briefly explains the situation, voicing her concern about having a fan serving at the party.

Melissa listens attentively, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. "I completely understand, Natasha. Let me handle it. I'll discreetly find a replacement for Carissa so that the atmosphere remains comfortable for everyone."

Natasha expresses her gratitude, relieved to have Melissa's support in resolving the matter. She returns to the party, determined to enjoy the celebration without the unease that had briefly clouded her excitement.

With Natasha gone, Melissa discreetly approaches Carissa, who is diligently attending to her serving duties at the hors d'oeuvres table. She politely taps her shoulder, catching Carissa's attention.

"Carissa, could I have a quick word with you?" Melissa asks, her tone gentle yet firm.

Carissa smiles warmly, eager to assist. "Of course, Melissa. What do you need?"

Melissa guides Carissa away from the busy party area, leading her to a quieter corner. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, wanting to handle the situation with care.

"Carissa, I wanted to let you know that I appreciate your hard work tonight," Melissa begins, her voice sincere. "However, there has been a minor change in the serving staff schedule, and we won't be needing your assistance for the rest of the evening. You can go ahead and take the night off."

Carissa's smile falters slightly, a tinge of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh, I see. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?"

Melissa shakes her head, assuring Carissa with a reassuring smile. "No, no, not at all, Carissa. You've been doing great. This change is simply due to some last-minute adjustments in the schedule. It's nothing personal."

Carissa nods, understanding Melissa's explanation. "Okay, I understand. Thank you for letting me know. I'll go ahead and gather my things. Should I let anyone else know before I leave?"

Melissa shakes her head again, her tone reassuring. "No need, Carissa. I'll take care of informing the rest of the team. You can go ahead and excuse yourself. If you have any questions or need anything, feel free to reach out."

With a smile, Carissa expresses her gratitude. "Thank you, Melissa. I had a great time serving tonight, and it was an honor to be a part of this event."

Melissa returns the smile, genuinely appreciating Carissa's positive attitude. "The pleasure was all ours, Carissa. Thank you for your hard work. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

Instead of leaving out the front door, Carissa makes her way to the bathroom, and Melissa takes a moment to reflect on the situation. She understands the delicate balance of maintaining a comfortable atmosphere for all guests, including Natasha. With Carissa's departure, Melissa is confident that she has handled the situation in the best way possible, protecting the privacy and comfort of everyone involved.

Returning her focus to the party, Melissa resumes her duties, ensuring the smooth flow of the event and allowing the guests to continue enjoying themselves in the vibrant atmosphere.

In the bathroom on the second floor, after finding the first one occupied, Carissa leans against the sink, taking deep breaths. Had Natasha asked for her to be dismissed? Would she tell you she saw her? Was she in trouble? All she wanted was to get a little close to you. Maybe this would become a wake-up call.

“Mommy?” A voice calls out from the hallway. Carissa looks up. She knows that voice. She’s listened to it plenty of times in the small snippets you would post on your Instagram. Stepping out of the second-floor bathroom, Carissa comes face to face with Rose.

"Hey there, sweetie. It's okay, I'm here," Carissa says, entering the hallway with a reassuring smile.

Rose turns towards Carissa, her eyes still filled with sleep. "Where’s Carla?” She asks tiredly. "I couldn't find my moms. Are they still at the party?" she asks, her voice tinged with worry.

Carissa's heart melts at the sight of Rose's concern. She walks over to the little girl and kneels in front of her, offering a comforting presence. "Your moms are downstairs, taking care of some things. They'll be back soon, but in the meantime, how about we find a cozy spot for you to wait?"

Rose nods, her trust in Carissa growing as she takes in the warmth and kindness in her eyes. She figures as long as the girl has on a uniform like the rest of the staff she’s fine. Carissa gently guides her towards Natasha and your bed, adjusting the blankets and pillows to make it extra comfortable. Looking around, her eyes take in the bedroom. The room is spacious, and adorned with warm, earthy tones that create a soothing atmosphere. The walls are painted in a soft, muted shade of yellow, offering a serene backdrop for the space.

A large, plush bed takes center stage, dressed in luxurious red linens that invite rest and relaxation. The headboard, crafted from rich, dark wood, adds an elegant touch to the room. Soft pillows and cozy blankets are neatly arranged, inviting moments of quiet respite.

To one side, a sleek wooden dresser sits against the wall, adorned with personal mementos and cherished items. Framed photographs capture special moments and loved ones, evoking memories of laughter and joy.

A spacious walk-in closet stands nearby, neatly organized with clothing, shoes, and accessories. The closet is a reflection of your distinct styles, with each section carefully arranged to showcase your individual fashion preferences. This is what catches her attention the most. She notices the light on and decides to check some things out. She doesn’t touch anything, simply looks, but it’s then she notices a familiar item.

She reaches into the closet and retrieves a soft teddy bear, its fluffy arms waiting for a loving embrace.

"I found this teddy bear in the closet. Would you like to have it for a little while? It can keep you company until your moms come back," Carissa suggests, holding out the cuddly bear.

A spark of curiosity and comfort lights up Rose's eyes as she accepts the teddy bear, clutching it tightly against her chest. "Thank you. I like the bear."

Carissa's smile grows wider, a sense of fulfillment warming her heart. "You're welcome, Rose. Just remember, your moms love you very much, and they'll be here soon. If you need anything, just call for them."

With Carissa's words of assurance lingering in the air, Rose settles down on the bed, snuggling closer to the soft teddy bear. As Carissa quietly exits the room, Rose feels a sense of calm wash over her. She knows that her moms will return, and for now, she can find solace in the company of her new furry friend.

In the warm embrace of the teddy bear and the comfort of her moms' bed, Rose's worry begins to melt away. She drifts back into a peaceful sleep, content in the knowledge that she is safe and cared for, surrounded by a home filled with love.

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Downstairs as the party continues to unfold, Natasha notices a brief moment where you and she are alone, away from the lively crowd. Sensing the need to address the situation, she gently pulls you to the side, finding a quiet corner where you can talk.

"Hey, there's something I wanted to discuss with you," Natasha begins, her voice filled with concern.

You look at her, curious and slightly apprehensive. "What is it, Nat?"

Natasha takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I noticed that Carissa, the girl you told me about, was a server for the party.”

You raise an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and concern crossing your face. "Wait, really? How does something like that even happen? Did you send her home?”

Natasha nods, her expression serious. "I did. Melissa dismissed her. Having a fan serving at our own home makes me uncomfortable. I just wanted to give you a heads-up about the situation."

You take a moment to process the information, understanding Natasha's concern and the need to ensure privacy and boundaries. "I appreciate you letting me know, Nat. I didn't anticipate this either.” You look around the party to all of your friends having fun. “I’m just going to go and check on the girls if that’s okay?”

“Sure, yeah, I’ll be down here.” Natasha kisses your cheek. She understands your worry. She watches you leave before returning to the party. She’s still unsettled about this entire thing.

Feeling a pang of anxiety in your chest, you excuse yourself from the party for a moment, your instincts guiding you toward the house. You need to ensure that Rose and Grace are safe and sound.

As you enter the house, you head straight for the nursery, hoping to find Grace peacefully sleeping in her crib. And indeed, there she is, resting peacefully, unaware of the commotion outside.

Relieved at the sight, you let out a sigh of relief, but your attention quickly shifts to Rose. She's not in her own bed, and a sense of panic begins to rise within you. Your heart races as you search the room, calling out her name, but there's no sign of her.

Your footsteps hasten as you move towards your bedroom, your mind filled with worry and a million worst-case scenarios. As you gently push open the door, your eyes land on the sight that both confuses and comforts you.

There, lying in the center of your bed, is Rose, wrapped up in the soft blankets, clutching the teddy bear you’d stashed in the closet a week ago. Her face is serene, her breathing steady, indicating that she has found a peaceful slumber.

A mix of emotions floods over you—relief that she is safe, concern about how she ended up in your bed, and a touch of amusement at the sight of her embracing the teddy bear like a dear friend.

With a gentle smile, you approach Rose, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. You brush a stray piece of hair away from her face, marveling at the innocence and tranquility that radiates from her.

Though your initial panic has subsided, you make a mental note to talk to Rose about the importance of staying in her own bed. However, for now, you decide to let her enjoy her peaceful sleep, knowing that at this moment, she feels secure and comforted.

Quietly, you lean in and press a tender kiss on Rose's forehead, grateful for her safety and the love that fills your home. With a final glance at your peacefully sleeping daughter, you exit the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, allowing the soft glow of the hallway to cast a gentle light over her.

After confirming Rose was settled and comforted, you feel a sense of responsibility lingering in your mind. Wanting to ensure the safety and security of your home, you decide to take an extra measure of caution by checking the security cameras.

Making your way to the security system panel, you quickly access the live feed from various cameras placed strategically around your property. The screens come to life, displaying different angles of your home and its surroundings.

With a meticulous eye, you scan each camera feed, examining the perimeters, entrances, and important areas of your residence. The high-resolution images offer a sense of assurance as you observe the well-lit grounds, the steady movement of security lights, and the absence of any unusual activity.

As you navigate through the different camera views, you take note of the familiar faces of your guests, enjoying the party and embracing the vibrant 90s hip-hop theme. It brings a smile to your face, knowing that everyone is having a great time under the watchful eyes of the security system.

Satisfied with your quick inspection, you double-check that all the cameras are functioning properly and the feeds are clear. The security system provides an additional layer of comfort, knowing that you can keep an eye on your home even while being away.

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Once returning to the party for the millionth time that night, the vibrant energy of the gathering washes over you, lifting your spirits and reigniting your enthusiasm. Laughter and conversation fill the air, mingling with the rhythmic beats of the music.

Joining the lively group, you find Natasha amidst a game of truth or drink. Curiosity piques your interest, and you decide to jump in, eager to partake in the playful camaraderie. You take a seat among your friends, a mischievous grin dancing on your lips.

The game progresses, with questions ranging from silly and lighthearted to revealing and personal. Each person takes turns, answering with honesty or opting for a sip of their chosen drink instead. The atmosphere brims with anticipation, as the group eagerly awaits their turn to pose the next inquiry.

There’s a question from Mikey Tate, one of your long-time industry friends, as he uses his phone to ask.

"Okay, here's one for y/n and Natasha our lovely hosts,” He gestures to the two of you, and a gaggle of “oohs” and “ahhs” surrounds you. “I’ll try to keep it tame. What’s the weirdest position you ever tried?"

The room fills with laughter and incredulous looks, your friends grappling with the absurdity of the question. The wildness of the question has you a bit giddy. You sip from your cup just because before looking at Natasha.

“I think we’re both going to drink on that one,” She raises her glass for cheers before downing the rest of her drink.

A knowing smile spreads across your face as you take another playful sip of your drink, signifying your choice to keep that particular secret locked away.

The room erupts in laughter and playful banter, the momentary diversion bringing a sense of lightness and camaraderie to the atmosphere. You join in, embracing the playful energy of the game, and sharing in the joy and laughter that fills the air.

At that moment, surrounded by friends and loved ones, you realize that it's not always about finding the perfect answer or unveiling every secret. Sometimes, the most memorable moments are found in the shared laughter and the bonds that strengthen with each lighthearted exchange. With that thought in mind, you settle back into the game, ready to relish the amusing and unforgettable moments that lie ahead.

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It’s a few hours later, a few drinks later, and way too many songs to continue when the party dies down. The last of the guests bid their farewells and the echoes of laughter fade into the night, a comfortable stillness settles upon the house. You and Natasha find yourselves drawn to the warm embrace of the kitchen, seeking solace in its familiar walls and the intimate conversations that often unfold there.

You sink into a chair, your body is tired yet content from the festivities. Natasha joins you, her presence a comforting anchor in the quiet of the moment. The lingering aroma of the party lingers, blending with the scent of familiarity that permeates the space.

In the gentle glow of the kitchen lights, you share a gaze that speaks volumes, understanding each other without the need for words. There's a sense of contentment in the air, a shared feeling of fulfillment after a night well spent.

Seated comfortably, you lean against the counter, a steaming cup of tea cradled in your hands. Natasha sits across from you, her presence a soothing balm to your soul.

You take a sip of your tea, relishing in the comforting warmth that spreads through your body. The lingering echoes of laughter and music intertwine with the gentle hum of conversation as you and Natasha reflect on the events of the night.

"So, tonight was quite the adventure, huh?" Natasha says, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "I must say, I didn't expect us to be playing truth or drink at our own party."

You chuckle, the memory of the outlandish questions and the ensuing laughter fresh in your mind. "Definitely unexpected, but it was a lot of fun. I think everyone enjoyed themselves."

Natasha nods, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I agree. And it was great seeing you let loose, even if that last question left you momentarily speechless."

You join in her laughter, a playful sparkle in your eyes. "Well, some questions are just too wild to have an answer, you know?"

Leaning forward, Natasha rests her chin on her hand, her gaze gentle yet filled with curiosity. "Speaking of wild, what are your thoughts about Carissa? It was unexpected to see her here tonight."

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, grateful for Natasha's understanding and openness. "Honestly, it was a surprise, but I don't think she meant any harm. Maybe? I don’t know.” You shrug. Natasha doesn’t look so convinced. You don’t even know what to think either. “I’ll mention it to Roxy tomorrow. After that maybe Melissa. Make sure she’s not hiring new people and if she does let us know.”

Natasha nods, her eyes filled with compassion. "That sounds like a good plan. It's crucial to maintain a sense of security and privacy. But remember, y/n, you're allowed to set those boundaries for yourself and our family."

You take a deep breath, grateful for Natasha's support and understanding. "Thank you, Nat. I just don’t to accuse this girl of anything. I mean it could be a complete coincidence. Everyone takes gigs in L.A."

“Not at our house you don’t,” Natasha shakes her head. “Let’s just shelve it for now.” She says as she rounds the counter. You turn in your chair to wrap your arms around her neck.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the weight of the night's events settling into a peaceful calm. Words are exchanged sporadically, thoughts flowing freely between you as you bask in the warmth of each other's presence.

“I love you,” Natasha says, now up close, you can see her eyes are a tad bit dilated from the alcohol.

“I love you too,” You murmur. Pretty soon the sweet murmurs, and the soft touches, turn into something else. Knowing you dismissed Carla to her own home earlier in the night, Natasha is all too willing to take this a bit further.

“So sexy,” She says more to herself than to you as her kisses trail from your lips to your neck. You lean back slightly, allowing her to hike up the waist of your slip dress. The fabric bunches around your thighs as she kisses down your chest. “You’re not wearing panties?” She raises a brow while massaging your thighs.

“Too restrictive,” You breathe. You receive no complaints from her. Natasha drops to her knees, wasting no time in building you up, as she kisses around your inner thighs. She sucks particularly hard on the skin of your left thigh, guaranteeing a bruise, before she directs her attention elsewhere. You moan, your hand finding its way to the top of her head, ensuring she won’t move. She’s skilled, and enthusiastic, as she begins to pleasure you. Your head drops to your chest, and your eyes open just a sliver before you’re jumping out of your skin, and not in a good way. You gasp, seeing the shadows in front of you in the double doors before you turn around.

“What? What’s wrong?” Natasha pulls back to wipe her mouth.

“I saw something or..” You trail off with a frown.

“What? Rose?” Natasha looks around. “She’s still asleep.”

“N-no,” You stutter. “I’m not sure.” You shake your head. “Did everyone already go home?”

“Of course, I checked the cameras and everything.” Natasha promises.

“Can you check them again?” You ask and she gives you a face that asks “Right now?”

“Fine,” Natasha stands. She kisses your forehead before walking over to the security system. You on the other hand stand, letting your dress fall to its full length again, as you check out the den and the living room. You come up short. “No one’s here,” Natasha calls out to you. “All cameras are clear. Are you sure you didn’t see your own shadow in the reflection?”

“What?” You frown. “I’m sure. I’m not crazy.”

“I’m not saying you are,” Natasha apologizes. “I checked the cameras and the foyer. No signs of life except for Mocha. Maybe you saw him?”

Right on cue, Mocha steps into the room, his collar and tag jingling under him, and you kneel to greet him. He rests his head in the palm of your hand and you reach around to unclip the collar from his neck.

“Time for bed,” Natasha sighs. You both know this means the moment has clearly been ruined as the mood has changed. You look around one last time before reaching to flick on the kitchen light, engulfing you in darkness.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = Some plot. I know you think Cable Guy Sanemi. But it's - ok, it might be exactly what you're thinking.

C/W = P->V, oral (both ways), language, drinking, bj follow through persuasion, just general sex. Idk. If I missed any warnings or spelled something in an unacceptable way, please let me know.

NSFW // MDNI UNDER THE CUT

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It was 4:45 in the afternoon. There was a knock at your door.

"Fucking better be the cable guy. I swear to god. These assholes ..." you complained the whole way to your door, even a little bit after you opened it. "... Keeping me ... fucking ... ffffuuckk. Hi, you're uh, oh my God."

The overly attractive man with white and messy hair smiled at you with his perfect teeth. His lavender eyes bore into yours. You felt like an idiot for gawking at him. And if he said anything about how silly you're being, you'd just hold a mirror in front of his gorgeous face and tell him to change your mind.

"I'm Sanemi, are you ready to get hooked up?"

You damn near choked on your own saliva.

"Your cable and internet? Can I please come in and hook them up for you?" He gestured with his right hand to be let in.

"OH! Yes, *aheh*," you cleared your throat as he walked by you. He. Smelled. Like. Sex. Not the after sex, but the before sex. When you get all cleaned up for your partner and you're all freshy fresh and nothing in the world smells better than you at that moment in time before you get all sweaty and covered in the other person's juices (which has it's own appeal, but the before sex, there's just something about being so clean together for a minute).

"C-can I offer you something?" You chewed on the tip of your index finger as you stared at his ass while he bent over the entertainment center looking for the cable jack.

Too deep in focus to notice he'd turned around and is now looking at you looking at his crotch.

A tiny string of spit dribbles down your mouth as you sigh. Daydreaming about what his cock would taste like.

"What do you have?" He smiled, clearly not affected by your blatant sexual harassment. It's only harassment if they don't like it, right?

"Hm?" You blinked lazily and met his eyes, almost cumming on the spot. God, he's gorgeous. "OH! What do I have, what do I have? I don't know. Why don't you follow me into the kitchen and we'll look together?"

Sanemi nodded, "Lead the way," he shuffled through the paperwork, looking for something, before he put it down on the arm of the overstuffed chair, "Y/n." And he smiled. It was a little dark, the look on his face. And you were here for it.

"Ok, I have ... ugh. I need to go grocery shopping. I have juice. But you're not a child, right? You're over 18? I MEAN, you just probably wouldn't like juice."

He smirked at your inquiry and tilted his head to the left as he nodded slowly.

"I'm 21. Old enough to drink whatever I want. Young enough to not know better."

"Ahh-ha! Ok, good to know. Well, you just help yourself to whatever you want. Think of this as your home for as long as it takes to get me ... plugged. IN. The cable. As long as it takes ..." You looked at him like he was a nice cut of steak.

He winked at you.

It took everything in you not to slide a hand up your shirt and stroke your nipple under your bra.

Sanemi walked over to the cabinet you pointed at and opened it, revealing the wide array of liquors and alcohol that had collected over time. He rummaged around before emerging with a bottle of vodka and giving you the universal sign for having to make a phone call.

You gave him a thumbs up and wandered over to the living room while you waited for him to finish his talking.

"Yeah, I'm not coming back in today. But I'll be working on Y/n L/n's place. It's going to be really hard to get the wires stripped like I need to. The setup, it's looking pretty fucked. I'm going to have to screw around to make it do what I need it to do. Yeah, just tell him I'll be in on Monday. Ok, thanks {name}."

You heard everything he said and you asked after he'd hung up, "Everything ok?"

He poured two glasses, handing one to you as he came closer, slyly holding up the bottle of vodka, "Yep, perfect. Here ya go. Better to drink this with no ice."

You sat on the couch as he joined you, placing the bottle on the table between the couch and the TV.

You both took long sips. Looking at you, Sanemi took off his button up shirt and throwing it across the room.

"You mind if I get a little comfy? It's hot in here."

Your eyes couldn't leave the tiny droplet of sweat that rolled down his pecs onto his tight abs. You imagined licking it off.

"What movie are we watching?" Sanemi smirked, the dim lighting of the tv making the lines in his cheeks dance.

"Mmm, w-what?" You don't know why you were being so stupid. It's like there wasn't a single brain cell left in your head.

He hummed and chuckled, "Hmm. Nothin', babe." He turned to face you on the couch. His bare torso on display, making you so wet.

"You're beautiful." You sighed as your head fell back against the couch.

"Oh yeah?" He whispered as he leaned forward, kissing you like he already knew how good he was at it. It wasn't messy or dirty. He was gentle. And as you moaned, you felt his smile on your lips. He must've known how he affected you. It was pretty obvious, anyway.

He worked off his black jeans, reaching into his boxer-briefs and squeezing his cock, "Oh my God, I'm so hard, fuck. What should I do about this? It's a sin to waste a fat, hard cock, you know?"

Your chest heaved as you watched him slowly rub his hand over the bulge in his underwear. You were so turned on tears were forming in your eyes. You could have been struck with lightning at that moment and died a happy woman.

He crawled on top of you, pulling his underwear down and revealing his perfect, thick, cock.

You licked your lips, "Oohhh, shit."

Sanemi grinned and took a sip of his drink, finishing it off before pulling yours out of your grip and taking a swig of that.

"Need a little lubrication." He chuckled as he sloshed it back and forth.

You eyed him, "Are you ..."

He held his hand to your mouth, "Don't tell me you want me stop? Babe. You want to see this monster? You gotta work for it." He smirked.

You leaned towards his crotch and grabbed his length, gently sucking the skin of the tip, the head feeling so soft against your tongue.

You took a few slow licks before he moaned, "That's it, suck on the tip. Let it in your whole mouth."

His moans vibrated your whole core as you devoured his cock. "Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Just like that."

His fingers toyed with your nipples under your shirt as you bobbed up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. The precum was addictive.

He pushed on your head a little, "Here, stick your tongue out."

You did as he said and stuck your tongue out a little ways.

"Good girl. Open wide now." Sanemi smiled as he rammed his entire cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You were careful with your teeth as he started fucking your face.

"Yeah, there we go. Your throat feels fucking amazing. I might cum quick if you keep this up."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked and sucked. You tried to pull back but he gripped your scalp and kept you in place, "Shhh, just take it." He moaned.

You loved hearing him moan for you. It made your clit throb and you felt yourself begin to drip into your pants.

You pushed your hand down your yoga pants, fingering yourself while he fucked your mouth.

"Fuck yes, I love the sight of you touching yourself. Such a filthy little bitch. Oohhh shit. Fuck."

Sanemi groaned, pushing on the back of your head with more intensity as he plunged deeper and deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat contract around his cock as you gagged.

You pumped your fingers in and out of your soaking pussy, so close to cumming all over your hand.

But Sanemi stopped and grabbed your waist, lifting you up and sliding your pants down.

"No. Panties? You a frequent commando flyer? Tell me, did you know I was coming out to your place today? Was this decision made on my behalf? Fucking dirty little brat."

You couldn't pass a 3rd grade spelling test right now, you were so drunk on him. So you just smiled pretty and hoped he'd stop talking.

He spread your pussy lips apart and plunged two fingers inside as he licked your clit like a fucking expert.

"Holy shit," you whispered, rubbing the sides of your tits as you fucked back against his face.

"Your little clit looks hungry, I'll give it something to fill up on." He smiled, biting it gently before giving it a hard suck, sending you bucking and shuddering all over his face. His hair was the only thing that kept you upright. You had no idea how hard you pulled it, but Sanemi didn't complain.

You were panting as he finished you off, "I'm going to fuck your brains out, y/n." He whispered into your ear. You damn near came again at just how good his breath felt.

You couldn't wait. Your eyes rolled back at the relief you felt knowing he was about to tuck himself into your cunt. "Oh God, yes. P-please, Sanemi. Fuck me."

His hands gripped your hips so hard as he plunged himself inside of you. "Shit, you're so tight. How are you this fucking tight."

You pulled his white and messy hair hard and thrust yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of him deep in you. "Mmmfuck! Yes, Sanemi!"

His thumbs were in your mouth now, fucking you just how you liked. You flicked the tip of his finger and watched the grin form on his beautiful face, "Mhm, you know what to do to that tongue, huh? Do you want to make me feel so good I can't stand? I'll cum deep in your little cunt. Mhmmm, yes I will."

Your tongue twitched against his thumb as his other hand massaged your clit. "That's it, cum for me, cum for me." He sped up his pace, slamming himself into you.

Your pussy clenched as you felt your orgasm approach. The pressure mounting. And then it hit. Hard. "Yes, fuck yes. Shit, Sanemiiii!" Your thighs were shaking so hard you were afraid you wouldn't be able to keep up, but he never let you falter.

As you were on the other side of your orgasm, he flipped you over on your back, "My turn."

You gripped his forearms as he slammed into you.

"You take my cock so well. Who knew your little hole was hiding such a talent?" He smirked, tucking his sweaty bangs behind his ears.

"Oh, right there. Don't stop. Fuck, oh my God. Don't stop."

He threw you a flirty wink, "Wouldn't dream of it."

You cried out as you came again, your clit was sore and sensitive from his sucking but somehow he managed to rub it just the right way to bring you to another one so quickly.

Sanemi kept his thrusts even, working you through your second orgasm while bringing himself to his.

You pulled him by the neck and crashed your lips to his as he spurted his hot, creamy cum deep in you.

After a few moments of panting, Sanemi looked up at the TV, "Whoops, you ordered a porn. How was it?"

You shook your head and laughed, "No, no. This right here was a freebie."

He smiled, running his hand through your sweaty hair, "Forget the porn. Let's fuck the day away. I don't even know if my dick can work that hard anymore, but I'm willing to try if you are. Plus I gotta wait until Monday before I can come back out." He pouted.

He didn't have to wait until Monday before coming back. Every time he "forgot" some papers at your house, he'd fuck your brains out. After the job was done, he just didn't have any more work to come back and do at your house. But you sure as hell saw him on Friday and Saturday and even a few times on Sunday.

"Ya know, we could try the whole dating thing if you want. Might make me show up on weekdays just as often, especially if my dick is doing all the walking." He leaned back against the couch and put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah. That might work."

And it did. A lot. Sanemi wasn't the best at keeping his word, but his dick never failed to follow through on a promise. So there was that.

[apriltempleos]

october 2nd 2024: some code stuff

preacher: the original idea behind "APRIL" was that she would be able to pull up word strings from the templeOS god word app on command – this was supposed to be her primary/only function.

we're going to put up a post on templeOS later because it's completely fascinating and i've been obsessed with it for a while, but for now what's important to know is that due to some decompiler issues, it's not really possible to run templeOS on the raspberry pi which is the computer that we are using. scott's here to explain this at length – find a detailed technical explanation below the cut.

scott: Initially I was gonna start coding the whole program in Python starting with the godword random prophecy function. But then after looking into how the original godword program worked on the og TempleOS worked, with FIFO (First-in-First-out) queues, of which I was pretty unfamiliar with, I decided to code the bulk in C because I know C a lot more than Python and the queues seemed easier to implement in C. Pi allows both Python and C coding languages naturally anyways so why not.

The original TempleOS was written in a variation of the C/C++ language called HolyC by Terry A. Davis who wrote the language variant and compiler himself. Because of this, it's hard to decompile it manually to look at source code, or to run it on certain machines. Because of this I couldn't run the actual godword program or TempleOS on the raspberry pi so I knew I was gonna have to recreate the godword function as close as I could (which I initially called "heresyword" lol). After some research, I found one of the only breakdowns of how TempleOS worked by Xe Iaso [1].* They have such a good breakdown of the whole operating system thats really context inclusive and even includes extracts from Terry Davis' actual comments on how TempleOS works which are really hard to interpret actually. * (preacher: btw, i highly recommend everyone read this link. it really does a great job of explaining everything and once again, templeOS is endlessly fascinating so i think it's really worth the read. see the picture below for an example)

So from Xe's blog I found that TempleOS has a public global class called "God" that is used in several areas of the operating system. For godword it loads all words from the database Happy.txt into a separate array and then uses random entropy bits from several areas, including an "internal microsecond stopwatch" and data form keypresses, to choose random words from the word variable and loads them into a FIFO queue, printing them one by one when needed. I was initially gonna recreate this FIFO queue and all these random entropy bits but decided it to be too much complicated work for little result so just decided to generate random words from the Happy.txt using the cpu clock for entropy and save them to a separate .txt file to be called and read later on, acting in place of the queue system.

Sidenote: Xe's blog also had the Happy.txt file which was really useful and which I also realised was just every single word from the King James Bible.

[tatertato]

life series smp winners playlists part 2

we're back! for those who don't know, i'm putting together songs that i think fit each of the life series winners, and they're either songs i've seen work really really well in animatics already or songs that would probably work really well, but are less popular or not associated with this fandom (yet)

i'll be linking+listing them here as well as providing little snippets of explanation for why i think the song fits, but i don't feel like making actual spotify playlists or smth, so if anyone else wants to do that, be my guest.

i still had trouble finding good songs for some of them (this one especially)- if anyone seeing this has a good idea that i missed, lmk and i'll update these posts (no promises tho)

pt 1 (3L!Grian)

pt 3 (DL!Pearl)

Last Life: Scott

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat: alright, kickin it off strong! picked this song for the gaslight gatekeep girlboss energy and little else

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four And two left feet, you know I always drop (this line because of this post and this post alone)

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss (need i say more)

Said, I took it and I ran for it I won it then I stand on it (NEED I SAY MORE)

2. Two - Sleeping at Last: as i mentioned i had some trouble finding songs for scott since i dont watch his pov too often, so some of these are less exclusively last life and more just his character in general. that being said, i do feel like this still fits to an extent for LL!Scott

Sweetheart, you look a little tired When did you last eat? Come in and make yourself right at home Stay as long as you need (this is scott's total eldest sibling energy, always helping and trying to be friends before anything- ex: taking in cleo, being friendly to scar)

You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat (this applies more after last life, see: the many many many times he offers to sacrifice himself, but also the fact that he refuses to betray his friends as the boogeyman)

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honour to hold you up (very representative of scott's trust and loyalty to his allies in every series, through both chaos and peace)

3. Constellations - The Oh Hellos: at first this one was only here for the star symbolism, but after listening to it a couple more times it does fit pretty well (also the oh hellos is very scottagecore)

'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence (despite all his efforts to maintain alliances throughout the series, everything inevitably falls apart in the chaos of the finale)

Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light And everything you thought you knew Will fall apart, but you'll be all right (LL was really the only series in which they made a point to isolate the reds- in DL, there was always a pair, and alliances stayed solid despite name color in LimL and SL- but in LL, alliances could be torn apart so quickly, loyalties constantly changing which made it hard to trust others and that shows why scott's loyalty stood out)

4. How to Be a Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds: this is another one that isn't exclusively LL, i just had to put one in abt scotts many ex's.

Rule number one is that you gotta have fun But, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run Rule number two, just don't get attached to Somebody you could lose (i see these "rules" kind of as lessons learned from each season instead, like things he tells himself he'll do next time, but because of his loyal and caring nature, never can)

How to be a heartbreaker Boys they like the look of danger We'll get him falling for a stranger A player, singing I lo-lo-love you At least I think I do (really like i said, a play on the ex's)

5. The Garden - The Crane Wives: here it is, the obligatory crane wives song

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes (something abt this line is just very scott to me)

Lay me down Pour the dirt into our bed Tell the crows They can have their pound of flesh The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers When they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails My darling, the devil knows my name My name My name (this comes from the things i've seen about how the watchers hate scott, the watchers here symbolized as "the crows" and "the devil")

6. A Terrible Ride - Lizard Boy: this one is an animatic recommendation! here's the animatic -also i think this is applies to most of the winners very angst

I used to be calm But now this ticking bomb is gonna go off (the way he goes after ren for revenge after pearl's death)

I fought and fought hard And I could've died But I got scarred A terrible ride Ride This game was not fun I thought it was right Because I won Was it worth the fight? Fight? (WATCH THE ANIMATIC)

Written in the starss This could have been ours (what can i say, im a sucker for the star symbolism)

and that's all for scott! DL!pearl coming soon!

[the-fiction-witch]

I Need Help

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 3252

As I moved restlessly around the house, I meticulously checked and prepared everything. The dining table is spotless and uncluttered, while the fridge is meticulously stocked with carefully prepared meals, each one labelled with its date and cooking instructions. The milk has been properly organized by expiration date and labelled accordingly. Meanwhile, the bottle warmer is already in action, sterilizing the second batch of bottles, with the first batch neatly stored in the cupboard. Additionally, all the pacifiers have been thoroughly cleaned and sterilized. In the pantry, an array of cookies, snacks, and tea is neatly arranged, and the diaper cupboard is fully stocked and organized. Lastly, the teethers are already chilling in the freezer, ready for use.

I. Am. Prepared.

Bing

What the bloody hell was that! I jumped out of my skin leaping halfway across the kitchen, Ohh... just the bottle sanitiser machine. It's finished.

No need to give me a heart attack bottle machine!

I approached the sink, eager to begin the meticulous process of cleaning the baby bottles. First, I lathered my hands thoroughly with gentle, antibacterial soap, ensuring to scrubbed every nook and cranny. After drying my hands with a fresh, sealed dry wipe, I carefully donned a new pair of latex gloves. With deliberate movements, I retrieved the freshly cleaned bottles from the machine and placed them on their designated shelf, ensuring to seal the shelf with hygiene tape. Next, I carefully took the hand-washed and mini dishwasher-treated bottles from the rack, adding them one by one to the sanitizing machine. As I set the machine in motion, I discarded my gloves and once again washed my hands, ensuring every step along the way maintained impeccable hygiene standards.

"Hey Newtie Booty," Y/n giggled as she came down the stairs, in her comfy clothes ready for her long flight, her Y/H/C hair pulled up into a braid,

"Ah! Love!" I jumped, "Don't! I'm full of enough anxiety right now,"

"I can tell," she giggled,

"You can?"

"Newt, you're hyperventilating and you're chewing on your hoodie strings."

"Maybe I am," I sighed forcing it out my mouth, "I'm sorry love I'm just... nervous is all.... this is the first time I've been alone with all four of them. Ever. Since they have been alive." I explained, "I'm freaking out!"

"Newt. You'll be fine babies are more resilient them you give them credit for," She chuckled, "Remember when you couldn't burp Simon for a week becuase you weren't burping him hard enough,"

"I remember," I sighed, "But I felt bad... I didn't want to hit his little back too hard,"

"You are so sweet," she cooed kissing my cheek, "You'll be fine it's just a week."

"Just a week," I nodded already feeling overwhelmed,

"Hey, remember what we talked about? Breaking down your jobs into steps?" She suggested,

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah... just a week. But a week is a whole seven days."

"Hey, hey, break it down." she suggested, "It's seven days. and you're on day one so it's really only six days, five and a half if you could be coming home on Friday,"

"Yeah... I guess that's true," I nodded,

"And really over those five and a half days you only need to break it down into eight feedings a day which is only really four in the morning and four in the afternoon, plus the twelve hours a day they are sleeping so really it either sleep or eat at any one time which if you get them all onto the same sleep and eat schedule it shouldn't be to... Hard." She explained but then she noticed my face, "This isn't helping? is it?"

"It is not love," I admit,

"Sorry Newt,"

"It's fine. It's okay." I gasped,

"You'll be fine," she smiled giving my lips a soft little kiss, "I have complete faith in you Newt,"

"You do?"

"Of course I do," She smiled, "Maybe this is the moment all those paternal instincts the books talk about will kick in, and you'll finally become the amazing super daddy they know you can be,"

I blushed, "I hope so, I love them so much... I just... worry about everything for them."

"I know you do, but do try and have some fun while I'm gone okay?"

"Okay," I nodded, "I'll try, I hope everything is okay."

"I'm sure it's fine, I'd say us all go but seems like more stress, I'll bring you a magnet," she smiled kissing my cheek before she headed to the door,

"Hey," I stop her, "I love you,"

"I love you too," She smiled and we shared a soft sweet kiss, "Have fun,"

"You too," I smiled,

As she prepared to leave, we exchanged one final kiss, savouring the moment before parting ways. She threw her bag into the car and then glanced back at me, blowing a farewell kiss as she reversed out of our driveway. I stood there, watching as her car made its way down the road, turning the corner until it vanished from sight.

And it sunk in... I really am... alone...

And as soon as I had a moment to breathe the crying began.

I rushed upstairs making sure to lock the door and bolting into the nursery where I saw the four sweet little cribs, each I passed to find who was crying.

Robin was fine,

Wren was fine,

Jay was fine,

And so the crying was coming from little Sparrow, so I picked her up in my arms and gave her a sweet kiss or two to soothe her cries, I cooed petting her soft little blonde and Y/H/C hair little sparrow our only girl somehow got a mix of Y/n and I's hair and she had one Y/E/C eye and one brown eye she's my special little sparrow. Robin was a redhead of course part of why we named him it even before we knew about all four of them, and both Wren and Jay both had my dusty blonde. As soon as Sparrow was back to sleep I set her down in her crib again and did my best to speak away but before I could my phone went off for feeding time which woke all of them.

"Oh Bloody hell..." I groaned,

I sat on the rocking chair in the nursery my eyes half-lidded, my breaths slow, the rocking almost sending me to sleep at this rate, Wren against my chest as he finished up his bottle. I was beyond exhausted, but I got them all down for their meal and when I burp Wren and set him to bed they shall all be about the same for sleep with a few minutes of gradual wake-up for the night feed so all four don't wake up at once, which I should be able to manage. I hope. If I can keep them on this routine for the next few days. This is hard normally for me and Y/n to balance all four babies but on my own... I just don't have enough arms with which to cradle babies. Once he finished his bottle I wiped his messy little chin and burped him luckily he burped fairly fast so I kissed him and set him down in his crib.

"Nightie night little ones, sleep tight, don't let those bed bugs bite ya." I cooed giving them each a goodnight kiss before I double-checked the baby monitor, as well as left the nursery door open as I went across the hall and fell onto the bed passing out.

I woke to the sounds that chilled my very core, all four babies crying relentlessly in pain, and bird song. No. No! I couldn't have slept through my alarms!

I grabbed my phone and to my horror, I hadn't plugged it in last night... and it had died!

"Oh no!" I gulped boolting out of bed and into the nursery trying to soothe my poor starving babies! "I'm so so so sorry my little ones, Daddy is so sorry, dadyd didn't mean to miss your feeding, I'm so sorry my loves," I cooed trying not to cry, I felt like such a bad father! They were crying begging for milk their poor little baby tummies must have been so empty!

I quickly gathered them up in their carrier taking them downstairs so I could feed all four in the kitchen as soon as the bottles were warm, but "Oh no! Oh No!" I gasped as in my sleepy haze last night I had forgotten to close the fridge door! and everything inside was bad, surely it couldn't have just- No... no no no the cooker clock is wrong... we, We had a power outage! No! We had a power outage with the fridge doors open! All the milk for the babies was unusable, all the meals for me were soaked and ruined. "I'm so so sorry my little ones, daddy fucked up, daddy made a big mistake! But it's okay. we have emergency formula milk which should be okay just for this week, and I'll do a delivery and get myself some food in for a few days it's okay..."I explained to them as they cry, "We just need your..." I gasped as I turned to the pantry, "Oh no... no... no no no no!" I fell to my knees as the water that had leaked from the defrosting freezer and fridge had leaked all the way across the kitchen to the pantry, every single diaper I had was soaked in water and unusual, and water had gotten in the formula cartons flooding the whole floor with milk. "Oh no... daddy fucked up, daddy really really fucked up!" I gasped trying not to cry as I tried to think of what on earth I could do!

I need to go get food, and milk and formula, and diapers, and I need to take four babies, and they are starving, and crying, and I'm crying cause I feel like a terrible father.

"I... I need help..." I cried,

I called up the group chat for help and explained my situation, I didn't know what else to do or whom else to call. Y/n is a thousand miles away she can't help me.

I tried to do what little I could but soon they arrived, Like three golden angels,

Thomas, Minho and Gally.

"Right. We are here. And we are here to assist!" Minho said, "Where are babies in need of love and affection!"

"Bring me a baby to snuggle!" Thomas begged,

"Baby Wren for you," I told thomas as I handed him over, "Baby Robin for you," I told Minho as I handed him over, keeping Jay and Sparrow in my arms.

"Awww such the cutest little puddling pop" Thomas cooed peppering Wren with all the love and attention possible,"

"I am made of muscles, muscles for baby cuddles!" Minho explained,

"Not so loud Min, Babies. small ears."

"Right," He nodded, "Muscels for baby cuddles," he whispered just as hyped,

"Okay. We have enough formula and diapers to get you through the next forty-eight hours, after that two will do a shopping run while the others play with the babies at the park. Yes, I know you split your shops into two stores becuase of items that's why we go one pair into one while the other pair minds the baby's second store we switch. We also brought you two takeaway pizzas and enough fries to kill a small elephant to keep you going till we can get some groceries in you. I also came prepared with additional towels for the fridge and some new baby bottles that may do in a pinch while others are sanitizing." Gally explained,

"Gally... I could kiss you," I told him,

"You are a married man with four children that makes me uncomfortable,"

"I am sure in this situation Natgalie will understand, but know I would kiss you in spirit."

"Gross. Mouths or butts what is the more pressing issue,"

"Mouths I missed a feeding so they have been crying out and I just feel like the worst father on earth," I cried looking as poor little Jay cried in my arms,

"You are not a bad father Newt. everyone gets overwhelmed. Happens to us all." Minho explained as he took Wren from thomas,

Thomas went to make the bottles up, "Yeah come on man every dad gets one fuck up,"

"None of you are fathers."

"No... but I like to feel I have a very fatherly vibe," Minho said,

"which do you want to give me," Gally asked,

"I'm okay," I nodded,

"Newt. There are four babies. and four of us. we need to share the load." Thomas said as he brought bottles for all four babies,

"Okay, take Jay. He's mad at me anyway," I sighed handing Jay over to Gally and sitting in my chair to feed little sparrow who drank up her bottle so fast, "uhh yeah they missed at least one feeding so... we may need a refill."

"Another round of baby cocktails Thomas!" Minho ordered,

"Coming right up four baby formula cocktails," Thomas said, "can I reuse bottles or-"

"Whatever you need to Tommy," I answered,

I collapsed on the chair as soon as all four babies were in bed, sitting with the guys.

"Have you even slept?" Gally asked,

"No... too many schedules too-" I began,

"Go," Minho demanded,

"I'm fine I'll be-"

"Go Newt," Thomas demanded,

"Don't make us feed, burp, change and read you to bed Newt... cause we will do it," Minho warned,

"Okay, Okay, I'm going," I sighed,

"Not gonna lie that does sound kinda nice," Thomas nodded, but got glares, "Kidding."

"Wake me when the kids-"

"No. Sleep. we will deal with them get some goddamn rest." Gally demanded,

"...fine, just yell me if there-"

"rest!" They all yelled,

"I'm going I swear," I said getting up and heading up to my room but I couldn't check in on them I found Robin squirming so I gave him a quick cuddle in the rocking chair till he was happy, but by then Sparrow was squirming so I gave her a cuddle, but by then Wren was squirming and wanted cuddles, and of course the moment I was finished with him Jay wanted cuddles but I settled him ready for this dance to begin again until just as I set jay down in his crib I was grabbed by my hoodie and pulled from the nursery, rolled along the floor into a blanket like a sushi roll and thrown on my bed, "Guys!"

"Rest," Thomas told me,

"Or else," Minho warned before they shut my door,

"What if I have to pee?!"

"hop to the bathroom!" Gally yelled,

"Can I have my phone?"

"Sleep!" They all yelled,

I smiled as I sat with little Jay on my leg giving him some bounces as we all sat at the table to do some crafting, something to take up time between naps and food, I had Jay, Minho had Sparrow, Gally had Robin and Thomas had Wren all of us sat around the table with some baby safe paint and paper.

"Hum..." Thomas pondered,

"Enlighten us," Gally sighed,

"...If I give Sparrow the pink paint to do her painting... am I being sexist 'cause she's a girl." he said, "Or if I give the boys pink and I don't give Sparrow pink is that also sexist..." he said, "Or If I-"

"Thomas. it's baby paints. don't think too hard about it," Minho sighed,

"Why not just do their favourite colours?" Gally sighed,

"Uhhh they are like three months old... they don't have colour preferences," I told them,

"Ohh... really?" thomas asked,

"Not really, they don't even really have toy preferences yet," I answered,

"They are like tiny not yet people" Minho chuckled,

"They kinda are," I laughed giving Jay a little kiss on the head, "Bu there my tiny not yet people,"

"Adorable," Gally sighed, "Just hand out some paint already thomas,"

I sat holding Jay as I finished up changing him luckily with four pairs of hands things were going fairly smoothly or as smoothly as four men in a house with four babies can go.

"Ohh I think Jay needs changing," Minho called,

"Uhh, I just changed him," I said,

"Well, he stinky,"

"You sure, cause I have Jay Min,"

"Oh... shit. Sorry Wren I thought you were your brother."

"Give Wren here I'll change him," I chuckled,

So Minho brought Wren over and I swapped him with Jay, "Nap?"

"Yes please,"

"The baby,"

"Both. Yeah, Jay needs nap time, Sparrow will be up in a second for her bottle." I explained as I began to change Wren,

"How did you get stuck on the baby changing station?"

"I don't know, I guess it's kinda fair you guys are all helping me, and it's kinda unfair I ask for your unpaid help and make you wipe my own kid's butts. Seems rude."

"Good point, I just like burping,"

"You are good at it,"

"I'm good at feeding!" Thomas called,

"You really are Tommy you get all the formula clumps,"

"The trick... is to shake it like a Polaroid picture," He said as he came in, "Gally is a great nap time supervision... like he should change careers something about how he lays them down they are just out like lights."

"Together we just about make one fully functioning father," I sighed as I tickled Wren's toes and gave him endless kisses,

"Newt. You are a good dad." Minho said,

"I... I don't feel like a good day most days," I answered,

"Everyone messes up."

"I make a lot of mistakes though,"

"Yes, but you have four kids. You got four kids on your first go, no one is prepared for that," Thomas explained, "You are doing a good job though Newt,"

"I don't know I just feel like I'm always messing up,"

"Newt." Gally came through too, "You know these kids better than anyone, you know how they lay, how they feed, how they squirm and burp, and when they get bigger and show more personality we both know you will know them better than they know themselves. You are going to be a great dad Newt, and you are one now."

"You guys think so?"

They all nodded,

"Thank's guys," I smiled,

I settled them all in for their nap giving each a kiss on the head finally feeling like I had the hang of this now the guys had left, giving me some confidence and some faith that I could do this. I checked the baby monitor as I heard the car pull up so I went down and quickly scooped her in my arms,

"Ummmmm I missed you!" she hugged me,

"I missed you too," I cooed, "I love you so so so much,"

"I love you too,"

"How was it?"

"Fine just a mad house, how was things here?"

"Uhhh... well..." I gulped, "Things went to chaos but I got a handle on stuff,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, some big stuff happened that I will go over but nothing I couldn't manage,"

"Aww that's sweet," she smiled, "With help,"

"Yeah... you uhh you know about that?"

"I was watching through the baby monitor feed on my phone,"

"Ah... so you-"

"I know, you had help,"

"They really were a big help but, I think I got a handle on it now. I think... I'm an okay dad, I'm getting there,

"That's perfect Newt," she smiled giving me a soft kiss,

"Ohh and babies made their mommy a little welcome home prezzie," I smiled grabbing the little painting from the fridge,

she took it and began to cry, "Aw, it's a little woodland of hands, our little baby hands,"

"Yeah, Sparrow did the sky, Robin did the leaves, Jay did the tree's and Wren did the ground and they all did a little sign at the bottom for you," I explained,

"It's so beautiful, Thank you," She cried joyfully, "You did such a good job Newt,"

"Thank you love," I smiled,

"You think you could handle two weeks for a girl's trip to Vegas?"

"Hell no," I told her,

"I'm only kidding," she laughs, "You deserve a week off soon."

"I'm happy right here, with my family" I cooed giving her a kiss,

"Alright, come on I wanna give them all kisses goodnight," she smiled heading upstairs. 

[egittae]

morion really only knows how to give two things for people's birthdays: weapons and cool gemstones. his wife got nice dinner dates, his sons got a day with their dad all to themselves, but beyond that, the people that mattered enough to him for gifting only cared about weapons and cool gemstones. he never felt the need to challenge his habits because what need was there?

lambert is the first person in a while whom morion has had to think long and hard about.

first off, the guy's stacked and always in need of new weapons. morion has seen the way he swings a lance like a beast; not only does morion have no damn idea how to use one, but he can't recall a time he's ever made one, not for himself or for anyone else. swords and axes, totally fine! lances? uhh, yeah. talk to someone else. not to mention how lambert's nigh fearsome power has led to some breaks here and there. morion's almost got a mind to challenge his weaponsmithing skills just for that.

second off, well... morion realizes there's a lot he doesn't know about lambert. the man he once was is gone, and someone much more confident and strong stands in his place. morion hasn't really had the chance to speak with him about anything that had changed, and he wonders what is new and what stayed the same. it gives him a weird ache in his chest somewhere, but he ignores it; after all, it's not his business what lambert decides to do. he can only hope that he's still present for it, whatever it might be.

so he spends a lot of time thinking. it takes his lunch breaks, his after school hours... but he finally devises a plan that is both insane and costly. of course he goes through with it because... why not?

on the fateful gift-giving day, morion approaches lambert with a carefully wrapped gift. it is relatively small, not much larger than morion's own hand, and the gift wrapping is simple with coarse string tied into a bow to keep it all together. morion himself is dressed down for the occasion, foregoing his usual breastplate and cape for a nice dress shirt and coat. around his waist sits a holster that carries the sword lambert had made for him, all neat and sharp and well-loved.

" heard it was a special day, " morion starts, giving a light smile. " i'd take ya out for drinks, but i think you'll probably be gettin' a lot of people gunnin' for ya---i'll at least give 'em a chance. " he pushes the present into lambert's hands, patting it with his own.

" y'know, i said a lot of stuff back when you gave me this sword for my birthday. " he pats the handle. " and i meant every word of it. i still value your friendship more n' anything, so i won't go on any tangents repeatin' myself.

" what i will say is this: i hope you're happy. i hope... whatever happened, whatever changed, that you're still enjoyin' being alive with the people around ya. myself, matthias, n' all the folks you've met here. s' all we want, that. and i hope that... you know you can count on me. wherever, whenever. 'cuz i'll always give my sword for ya. "

inside the box sits a dagger inlaid with a special yellow diamond. the gemstone encases a beautiful array of other minerals, all part of the same strain. some would call them imperfections, but morion loved it so much when he saw it all those years ago that it became a part of his most valued collection. " i wanted t'make a weapon like you had for me. it took me a while, but i finally got someone to send me that yellow diamond i'd kept in my special collection back home in brodia. figured, eh... it reminded me of ya. n' ya don't have to worry about scratches---she's a tough old thing. i hope she steers you right. "

“Fancy today, are we not?” Lambert looked over at Morion with a quirked brow and an amused smile, falling into a chuckle. “I am flattered that you have chosen to dress in such manner just for my birthday, even more when my state of dress is…perhaps mildly appropriate at best.” The new outfit and armor were very much welcome and Lambert felt much more comfortable roaming the surface now that he didn’t look like a weird droning cloaked hobo, but it wasn’t exactly fit for formal situations. That mattered little, however.

His eyes did catch on the sword resting on Morion’s hip, recognizing the hilt immediately and earning a fond smile from his lips. “Your dedication is very much appreciated, regardless. You are a thoughtful man.” Approaching the other man, Lambert placed a hand on his shoulder as his expression smoothed into a softer, warmer one. So much has happened, and Lambert hadn’t exactly shared much of it- if anything, with those that had been close to him before he had started to get himself together.

“I have much to tell you, Morion.” The day he died, the world moved on without him, leaving him to scramble and catch up. It was best to not put his friends through the same dreadful, lonely sensation. “I…am well aware that a lot has changed, and that I have not been able to spare you proper time to fill you in on some truths and whatnot. Your friendship and the support you gave me back then when I was but a walking shell of a human…I still value it dearly. You have been there for me when I was not even myself, and now that I have begun to regain a sense of who I am and who I am meant to be…I wish to share it with you as well. So we may be walking on the same path.”

The warm smile grew bright and confident. “And because I know you have become good friends with Matthias, and so I must be quick on my feet and fill you in with correct information before he starts to try to taint my image in your eyes with nonsense.” 

It was only then that his eyes wired in surprise at the offered gift, armored hands reaching out to cradle the dagger and inspect its appearance and the blade. Sturdy, well made- definitely different from those made in Faerghus. But it wasn’t the weapon’s apparent quality that had his face become red as a cherry, laughing loud, flustered and hearty. “Oh…this is a delightful gift, my friend! The gemstone is quite the exquisite touch, and I am sure the blade will serve me well!”

“That being said…” A cheeky smile. “I am unsure if I have ever told you this in full, but a dagger, in Faerghus, is something you give to people close to your heart. Friends, family, a knight and his lord…” Lambert then patted Morion’s back, firm and strong. “It is quite the popular gift for lovebirds, as well.”

Teasing aside, Lambert tugged on his sleeve. "Now, as part of my gift, I would very much like to hear you talk about how brodian weapons are made. Will you entertain my request?"

[moose-mousse]

What are strings???

So, on the codeblr discord there was a question which is hard to answer unless you already fully understand what a string is... So, what is a string?

And this is a great question! Because to answer it we will learn a hell of a lot!

To answer this, one needs to know what an array really is. This is important in any language you write in. But in most languages it only becomes important to know when you get to optimizing code.

So for most, it is fine to think of arrays simply as collections. But in C, you need to know what they truly are to work with them (Which is why newbies are often taught C to learn these things)

I will use drawings and links to godbolt code examples I made, to help you understand things.

To explain what strings and arrays are, I will use a trick that you may also want to copy if you have a hard time learning concept in programming or electronics.

Try to to "re-invent" it. By going step by step into the things that required it to be invented, and how it was done.

So arrays. They are a way of storing many variables in one place, and work on them very very efficiently.

We start with having variables. Each variable have an address where they are in memory, and a value at that address.

An address is just a number. Nothing more. But to make it clear when we are talking about them, traditionally you write it in HEX. These numbers are marked with "0x", as in, to write "6" in Hex, we write "0x6"

Now, on each address you can store 8 bit. To store values that are larger, we use more than one memory address.

Ok, with all info, let us draw the example we will use, and write the code:

We will have 3 numbers. Each takes 16 bits:

https://gcc.godbolt.org/z/cse64Kd6x

(Notice that the adresses counts DOWN. This is for stack and heap reasons we will not explain here. But just know that we count DOWN, not up when it comes to adresses on the stack, which is all we will work with here.)

If we know the type of a variable, we also know how much space it takes.

So to really know a variable, we need to know its type, and its memory address.

Now, if we create these variables one after the other they will be placed right next to each other in memory.

Then we can create a pointer! A pointer have a type they point to, so it knows how much space the variables takes, and a memory address. We will create it pointing at the first variable!

Let us draw it on the example:

https://gcc.godbolt.org/z/9abqMjrs3

And now, if we want to work on all of our values, we simply do whatever we want, and then subtract 2 from the pointer to get to the next value, and then work on that one, and so on.

If we want to add 1 to every value, we could do this:

Step 1, add 1

Step 2: Move pointer

Step 3: Add 1

And so on and on! :D

https://gcc.godbolt.org/z/7KGadT868

This is how arrays works. But instead of us having to remember to count DOWN, and what size variables are we have gotten all this build into the language. It also GARANTEES that the variables are placed next to each-other in memory (This is not actually guaranteed when you use single variables like we have in the examples... NAUGTY US!)

So this code does exactly the same as we just did. And as you can see it is MUCH easier:

https://gcc.godbolt.org/z/KWxc939v4

So as you can see, a array is... more or less a pointer that you cannot change (because it always point at the first element), also known as a const pointer. And instead of moving the pointer, we use the index... which is just "The adress of the first variable, and then move it down as many times as the variables size times the variable number we want"

And a string... is a specific kind of array we often need, because we often need strings of characters. A string is a array containing elements that are characters.

If you are using ASCII, that is 8 bit signed values

If you are using UTF-16 then it is 16 bit signed values

See? It is super easy to explain what strings are!

... IF you know what arrays are... and why we use them....

[latenightgasstationwalk]

My number 1 album of 2013. Queens of the Stone Age were in full effect on this one. Known for making significant thematic and stylistic changes to their sound, approach and delivery with almost every subsequent album, QOTSA saw the most drastic change in their sound yet with like clockwork. In my opinion it was their most ambitious move musically still to this day. 

Coming out a whopping 6 years after “era vulgaris” (another all time favorite of mine, and the only record I own on vinyl) a lot of fans were left wondering where the queens sound would go next.

As a musician who is constantly consuming, studying and obsessing over different styles of music, I’ve come to find that my standards aren’t high at all when it comes to what I’ll listen too. I know this is like a joke sentence people make fun of, but with the exception of music that has harmful political overtones I really will listen to anything and everything. And in my time doing so I discovered there’s really only 2 criteria I look for in an album to gauge its quality. So long as it sounds good and so long as it sounds new to me.

Like clockwork is an enigma in mainstream rock music in my opinion. With the title track “keep your eyes peeled” which as far as I know (I’m fairly certain) is the only song on the record that was recorded in C standard tuning, in line with a lot of their earlier albums where josh would play guitar tuned down way low, in C standard, through ampeg bass amps. But the song starts with an oppressive and looming rhythmic chug on that low C string that gives you the feeling an insurmountable force is striding towards you with ill intent. And the song only continues that way up until the very last second. The song sounds like a theme song written for the scariest guy in a place you’d never want to be. Only to completely blindside you with the next track “I sat by the ocean” that has this dreamy, optimistic yet melancholic post-beach rock sound too it.

And if you’re a budding guitarist? There is so many hidden guitar riff gems on this album. “I appear missing” and “my god is the sun” have some of the most infectious guitar riffs of the 2010’s. As well as some of the most hypnotic and addictive bass lines. I’ve always said queens of the Stone Age is one of those bands that you get so much out of if you’re a musician that loves to absorb every kind of musical sound you can. I think most people would be hard pressed to find a band that has such an inconsistent approach to music, but rock steady consistency in quality and sound. (Maybe king gizzard and the lizard wizard)

Every track is a pleasant surprise, I seriously think the band was at their best here, as I said my 2 number 1 criteria for any music is a simple “does it sound good?” And “does it sound new?” and I can’t stress the second one enough, excluding other genre’s and speaking exclusively on modern rock music, it’s very hard to find an artist that’s releasing versatile albums that expand into a wide array of other sub-genres or at least takes influence from them to create a rock track that is adjacent to another genre ever so slightly. QOTSA does that flawlessly here and every track is worth so many listens. One of the only albums I’ve found that has 0 skips. Even their most critically acclaimed album “songs for the deaf”, which I love very dearly, has a song I always skip on it. (It’s called 6 shooter, it’s just too fucking loud and annoying) and it’s kinda hard to give a 10 to an album that has a song that you always skip because it’s that bad.

But on like clockwork, every song is substantially different, well written, perfectly executed and so well thought out. every song keeps you guessing where it’s going next. Like being lead through a labyrinth by a guide who makes you wonder if he even knows how to read the map. But you follow anyway, because the adventure keeps you longing for whatever comes next.

But again, I cite this album as a massive influence on me and the music I make, and I can’t think of another rock album from that time that stuck with me for this long. Highly highly highly

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

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All these advantages together support the individuals to appear in front of these companies’ hiring team and crack Amazon, Google, and Microsoft interviews. So do you belong to such an area of population who have the same dream? If so, then look at the information given in this blog to know how to crack the interview and secure a dream job there.

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One of the important steps to follow in order to master the strategy of clearing the interview is to prepare the technical aspects, such as data structures and algorithms. Keep a good command of linked lists, arrays, heaps, queues, hash maps, trees, strings, stacks, and graphs. Along with this, keep focus on graph traversal, sorting, sliding window, searching, backtracking, recursion, and dynamic programming. Using LeetCode, Codeforces, InterviewBit, and HackerRank are also good for practice. At last, do practice by solving various kinds of problems.

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Have a good practice of object relationships, class diagrams, and design patterns. Coupled with this, you can also practice use cases such as parking lots, elevator systems, and book readers. This is one of the important tech interview tips for top companies that you should not miss out on anyhow.

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It is very important to have a good knowledge of any one programming language to crack Amazon, Google, Microsoft interviews, such as Python, C++, Java….

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Progression / Issue - Showing the note on top of the bullet

To better show what I have accomplished to others, I thought of the idea to show the note on top of the bullets. This should make the bullets easier to see and will allow more visualization on the notes that are coming after the player. My original idea was to make the text the only thing visible, however I couldn't make the text emissive which caused them to be hard to read. I could make 3D models of each letter, however that is time consuming so I decided to not do that.

When thinking of how I would do this, I remembered that each note on this keyboard corresponds to a number :

Because of that, I went though each note and tried to find a pattern. I found that between each note (C for example) there was a 0.12 difference. Only 1 note was different, however the rest followed this rule. I first started off thinking of ideas on how I would translate this number into the note whilst also avoiding a "Harry Method" :

I came to the thought to create 7 variables A-G that are strings that include all the numbers for each letter on the keyboard as shown below :

Then I used a contains node and a branch to see if the number currently provided by the midi input is present in one of these variables.

I later came into the problem where a note would be 0.40, however was being displayed as 0.4. For that reason, all numbers that started with 0.4 (normally A) was being picked over the right letter. To fix this, I tested to see if the number was less than 4 and if it was, then I added a 0 to the end using a "append" node as shown below :

This fixed the issue.

Next...

I could have made this simpler, however decided to do the "Harry way"... All this does is set the text to whatever node is being played using the branches and the contain nodes.

This code is later referenced to be added to the array :

This is how the "saving" of the code works.

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Some code I've been meaning to perfect, but don't have the energy to.

I know this is a very sharp departure from what I used to post. I haven't had the energy to take them for a while; plus I'm fat now. Sorry about that. There was a good time when my boobs were big and the belly not as round -- more like triple-stacked -- but come on. We don't post nipples on this site.

I also didn't have enough energy to follow through on many of my things. A lot of them are still VERY USEFUL things to me at least, but everything's just too much of a drain. There's a possibility of someone also finding these things useful, so I figured a blog post will help make them somewhat findable with a search engine.

Well, I suppose GitHub pages would be a better place. But I've already got kind of a blog here...

Windows argument passing in node and cygwin

Python plistlib for openstep formats

Windows argument passing

The thing about command-line on Windows is that it's the wild west. Programs do not actually receive an argv[] array like you have been conditioned by C to believe; instead they get a "cmdline" string to do whatever the hell they want with it.

Still, in that sea of insanity, there is one constant. Regular programmers are lazy. They just use whatever the runtime library does with the command line. In these cases you get a somewhat predictable behavior -- "somewhat", because even amount Microsoft runtimes the behavior differs -- and you can write some sort of an escaping function.

Beyond the runtime, cmd.exe also has its own understanding of how quoting works. Most disgustingly, it understands where double-quoted parts start and end differently from msvcrt. I've got a trick for that.

Node

The node PR, at https://github.com/nodejs/node/pull/29576, is focused on quoting. It's got proper quoting for bash, pwsh, and cmd + msvcrt. It's got very strong test cases (throw them at other people's things: they might break!) and good documentation. What it didn't have is communication and rizz. You're advised to skip to the "files changed" tab.

The cmd "trick" is explained at https://github.com/Artoria2e5/node/blob/c0a6aff35cd3ff6d3bd0e3687776158e97466c93/lib/child_process.js#L850. The gist is that msvcrt and .NET treats two double-quotes as if it's an escaped double-quote. It's undocumented, sure, but Microsoft's own code relies on it.

doc/api/child_process.md has a good chunk of text explaining how Windows cmdline works and who deviates from the norm. And that leads to our next suspect: Cygwin.

Cygwin

Cygwin is the way to run POSIX things on Windows these days. Sure there's MSYS2, but guess what? It's a Cygwin fork. If you are using the official Windows build of git, you're using MSYS2, which in turn means you're using Cygwin code.

Cygwin is not msvcrt, obviously. But what's less obvious is that it doesn't process cmdline the same way. That bites you HARD when you want to run a Cygwin program on a file with weird characters.

The patchset at https://github.com/mirror/newlib-cygwin/pull/5, formerly a botched e-mail exchange ending with me being too tired to split the patchset (come on, it's almost impossible to have intermediate stages that build, let alone work!), was my answer to the problem. It rewrites the cmdline parser to be msvcrt-compatible, while still keeping the Unix-style globbing and @-expansion features.

It's fucking awesome is what it was. It's written in C++ with in-place processing. What else can you ask for.

Oh, in case you want to know what my current answer to the problem is: roll into a ball and cry.

Openstep plistlib

So if you use an Apple product and do things that Apple don't really like you to do, you have probably came across a "plist". Nowadays plists are either an opaque binary file or a very wordy XML. Back in the good old days plists were not like that at all: they read more like JSON, except they only supported strings and dicts.

Python's plistlib does not care about the old style. It should, because it's fucking beautiful. It's also as functional as the new stuff is, as long as you use the GNUStep extensions.

I wrote a Python package to do just that (or did I? does it work yet?). https://github.com/Artoria2e5/text-plistlib As far as I can recall it works on a round-trip smoke test, but some extension decisions needed to be hammered out. It uses tatsu though, so there's no chance of getting into the plistlib part of the standard library.

I think I've also got some other things related to this plist format open somewhere. I wanted to write a parser for opencore to cut down on this XML misery, but COME ON IT'S C. I can't even keep track of a plain recursive descent parser in Python (why else am I using a parser generator?), to do it in C? No way. I'm also too lazy to learn yacc, thank you very much.

Other things

something about https://marc.info/?l=openssh-unix-dev&m=168509072920594&w=2

Dream the DRM receiver/broadcaster has bad Opus options. Dev said I should open a branch. I think I can't, because I can't even get the official binary to run. I also lost my slightly illegal SDR kit.

I've definitely forgotten older things.

[hyuckshaze]

long night - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌2.1k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you knew you shouldn’t have danced like that at the bar, not with all of his friends there.

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, descriptions of subspace, asphyxiation, impact play, edging/overstimulation, orgasm denial, hints of sadism/masochism, spitting, humiliation, dacryphylia, heavy degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, salirophilia, dirty talk, mention of a safe word (but not used)  - pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i wrote a very short version of this as an ask to somebody, and i can’t remember who but i found this in my notes and just had to finish it. honestly, all of my fics are just self-indulgence because dom!hyuck is... yeah. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

“Stay still.” You know there’s no room for compromise, but with your boyfriend’s long, slender fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, the order seems to travel straight through your blissed-out brain and out the other side of your head. You let yourself fall into the pleasure headfirst, eyes squeezing shut, moans tumbling past your lips and out into the air of your shared bedroom. With a particularly hard thrust of his digits, you gasp and your back lifts from the bed instinctively, reflexively, forming a beautiful arch as an array of whimpers slip through your parted lips. One of his strong hands reaches up, pushing your stomach harshly downwards until your back rests against the sheets once more. “What did I just say, huh? Stay fucking still.” A firm slap is landed against your cheek, before the hand reaches up and grips at your hair tightly, yanking your head to the side. You yelp. 

Hyuck knows what he’s doing. He knows that his fingers are mere millimetres away from exactly where you want them to be, but it doesn’t matter what you want. Your eyes squeeze together harder as tears begin to well underneath your lids, fighting to keep them at bay, but mainly to keep your unruly body from moving from the position in which he had placed you. With your hands tied to the bars of the bed frame and your legs held down by your boyfriend’s weight, your movement was restricted enough that moving itself was a difficult task. 

“That’s my filthy slut.” Your eyes roll at his words, hips twitching and core burning as he leans upwards, fingers still buried inside you, and nips at your earlobe, trailing sucks and bites down the length of your neck. It’s all too much, and you can’t stop the tears from falling now. It’s all too much, and he knows that. “You want to cum, my dizzy little whore?” He asks, voice sweet as honey but as lethal as acid. You nod vigorously, toes curling and fingers pulling at your restraints as the knot builds in the pit of your stomach. The hand in your hair slips downwards, gripping your face harshly and squeezing until your lips separate and your mouth opens wide. “Use your words, bitch.” He spits, eyes dark and hooded as he looks down at you like this, eyes rolling and lips swollen from biting back moans. A broken whine sounds from your throat and he smirks. “Or have I already fucked you that stupid, huh?” He shakes your head side to side mockingly, cooing down at you with feigned pity. “Poor girl, hmm? What an easy little whore you are.” You gasp as his fingers curl slightly, even closer to where you need them, a string of garbled curses slipping past your squished lips. He moves his hand, the fingers now wrapped tightly around your throat.

“A-ah- p-please!” You manage, face scrunching up as you try to hold it back until he gives permission. Hyuck scoffs, speeding up his movements.

“You can do better than that.” Your mouth, still hung open, moves to form some mess of words, but then his thumb presses against your clit and you nearly pass out at the pleasure.

“Please! P-Please, oh m-my... shit! D-Daddy! Please, I n-need to! I c-can’t- fuck!” It’s there. It’s right there, you can practically taste it. The knot begins to shift, milliseconds from unravelling... and then it’s gone, tightly woven and not budging. Your thighs shake as sobs pour from your lips, your boyfriend’s fingers having been pulled from your throbbing pussy for the fifth time.

“Open your eyes.” His voice is dark and threatening, but you can’t bring yourself to do it, tears spilling down your face in their dozens and staining your cheeks. “I said open your fucking eyes, slut.” His grip tightens on your neck, squeezing and squeezing until your eyes shoot open, an abundance of tears spilling from your lash line at the motion. He hums in satisfaction, fingers loosening on your throat, observing you closely. “God, look at you.” His eyes trace over your every feature, taking in the sight of your sweaty, naked body, chest heaving and cheeks wet with tears. “So fucking pathetic. And so whiny, too. ‘P-Please! I n-need t-to!’” He mocks your voice, leaning over you until his dark eyes are directly above your teary orbs. “What you ‘n-need’ is to listen to me, you understand me? When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself this time.” 

Before he’s finished speaking, his fingers are already back at your entrance, thumb gliding over your swollen clit. Your entire body jolts in sensitivity, a loud yelp sounding from your throat. You listen, trying your best to take in his words, and then you nod, head fuzzy and vision blurry as a sob slips past your lips. His fingers slip back inside and you cry loudly, eyes squeezing shut as your legs shake at the feeling. He’d edged you five times now, and your entire body was on fire, your abused pussy throbbing and aching for release. 

“God, what a dumb thing you are. Keep your eyes open. Are you a dizzy little bitch who can’t even keep her eyes open while Daddy fingerfucks her? Fucking pathetic.” His fingers speed up, eyes trailing over your sobbing figure, savouring the sounds that are escaping it, his cock straining against his boxers as he grows harder by the second.

“Please, d-daddy! Please! Oh f-fuck, please!” You scream, feeling close to the edge yet again. “Please... p-please! Please let m-me cum!” You beg, harder and louder than you’ve ever begged before - practically screaming pleas of mercy. Your boyfriend groans, satisfaction at the mess he’s made of you seeping under his skin. He laughs with mirth, his thumb rubbing your clit in fast circles as his fingers curl upwards into your pussy.

“No.” You whine loudly, chest wracking with sobs as you pull at your restraints. “You’re the one who wanted to act like a dirty fucking whore in front of my friends. If you act like one, I’ll treat you like one.” His words send a shiver down your spine, causing you to writhe against the bed, ignoring his order for you to stay still. You couldn’t, not anymore, not while his fingers were fucking into your pussy so good. He must feel your core clench around his fingers, because he scoffs and glares at you, eyes hooded and clouded with lust. “I dare you. I fucking dare you. Cum and you’ll see what happens to disobedient little bitches.” You sob harder, tears pooling at each side of your head on the mattress, mumbling incoherent apologies and promises to be better. Hyuck only chuckles, his hand on your neck pulling you up, causing your eyes to shoot open. He holds you centimetres away from his face. “I can feel you clenching, little girl. I warned you. You cum when I tell you to or- well... I guess you’ll find out, huh? This tight little pussy can’t take any more can it?” He questions, tilting his head in mock pity, a pout playing upon his plush lips. You shake your head, sobs erupting from your lips, pleasure and pain coursing through your body. “Too fucking bad. This is my pussy, I do what I like to it. Isn’t that right, angel? My little slut wants Daddy’s big cock to fill her up and make her even dumber than she already is?” You whine in response, a long and pleading noise that you weren’t aware you could produce, writhing against the duvet. Hyuck raises an eyebrow, something that doesn’t help you to fight off your orgasm, feeling your core clench sporadically around his fingers. He smirks and when he does you know for a fact that he won’t he stopping until you use your safe word, pushing his thumb harder against your clit, speeding up the pace at which the appendage abuses your swollen nub.

“Fuck, d-daddy! I-I ca-can’t!” You manage, voice cracking as you yell out the words, unable to stop them tumbling from your lips. The familiar feeling comes so quickly, so overwhelmingly, and with sob-like screams, your vision goes completely white as your body shakes violently, liquid gushing from your pussy. You gasp for air, your entire body feeling like it were on fire, trying to ground yourself by gripping your restraints tightly. Eyes blurring in and out of focus, you almost miss the way that your boyfriends tongue presses against his cheek in annoyance. Almost.

You suddenly realise what you did wrong, what he told you not to do, a jumble of apologies pouring from your lips as his fingers disappear from your spent hole, eyes clenched shut to try and bring yourself back down to earth. You shudder as he removes his fingers, feeling more sensitive than ever before, clit swollen and throbbing and your walls left clenching around nothing. Hyuck lets out a long sigh, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes yet, body still wracking with the after waves of such an intense orgasm.

“Guess my little bitch couldn’t keep her promise, could she?” He asks, though you know that he doesn’t expect an answer this time around. “Open your fucking eyes, whore. Look at me.” Your boyfriend watches closely as you force your eyes to flutter open, whining at the light before your eyes adjust and focus on his face. “You made a promise, didn’t you?” You nod, eyes glassy and lids heavy. “You promised to be a good girl, didn’t you?” You nod again, barely processing his words, fighting the urge to close your eyes again. “Good girls don’t cum without permission. Good girls keep still when Daddy tells them to. Good girls listen the first time they’re told.” With each listing, you whimper, knowing that his frustrations grow with them. “You’re not my good girl. You’re my dirty little fucking cockslut. God, look at you.” His hand reaches up, delivering a firm slap to the side of your face. You keen, leaning into the touch, to which he laughs darkly. “What did I tell you, bitch?” He asks, and this time he does expect a response. You try to think, attempting to clear the fog in your mind enough to remember what he said, but it’s long gone. You look up at him and shake your head gently. He scoffs, knowing this would be the outcome. “Speak.” He orders, and so despite the post-orgasm haziness, you try.

“I d-do-don’t... know.” The words are slurred together, and if the man above you were a stranger he wouldn’t know what you were trying to say. Your boyfriend, however, was always good at that.

“You d-d-don’t know?” He mocks, laughing as you whine, no longer able to keep your eyes from fluttering shut. “You’re so pathetic, little one. So, so pathetic.”

He leans down, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips part, spitting into your open mouth with a groan. You swallow instinctively, showing your empty tongue afterwards. Even in the most cockdrunk of states, Hyuck appreciated that you could at least follow some rules. Your entire body jolts as you feel a touch at your sensitive core, a string of curses ready to spill from your swollen lips, but you’re left speechless as your boyfriends hips meet your own, cock buried in your aching pussy. Your walls clench around him as best they can, almost cumming at the sheer size of him inside you. Your glistening wet thighs fall lifelessly to your sides as your head goes fuzzy, only able to garble nonsense as he talks down at you. 

“I haven’t even started moving and I’m already fucking the little whore stupid, huh? Nothing’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, is it?” He flicks your head harshly, causing you to jolt slightly. He laughs loudly at your tear and mascara stained cheeks, your cum and spit covered body and the absolute dumbness in your face.

You mumble what sounds like a yes, barely finishing before his hands reach up, pinning your legs to your chest and pounding into you, hard, fast and rough. You can’t even scream anymore, moans coming out as whispers as the last bit of sanity you have melts into the mattress. His fingers wrap tightly around your throat and his other hand slaps your clit violently as you gargle incoherent protests and struggle in his grip, pussy aching and burning at the intrusion. His face comes down to meet yours, his minty breath hitting your face as your body bends in half under his harsh touch.

“You wanted to cum so badly, princess. So now you’re going to.” Even though you’re seeing double of him, eyes glazed over, you watch as his own eyes glitter in pleasure and amusement. “I warned you. You’re in for a long night, little girl.”

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[hereliesanotherfic]

Albert James Moriarty x Reader

A/N: Just a little drabble, nothing too intense. More an admiration for our handsome Albert ^^ But I hope to write more for Yuukoku no Moriarty! I just got into the anime so I know nothing of the manga. So in this fic, I had to make up an aristocrat family/servants. The more I learn of the series I might not have too! xD Let me know what you think!

Rating: PG 13 (probably) Triggers:

(Mentions of) Family member death, thoughts of suicide,

(Actions of) Murder but no heavy details.

You weren’t anything special to the world, or at least never felt like it for a long time. You had ‘worked’ for a wealthy family in Durham for more than 5 years now and most of your work was shared with your older brother. You haven’t been allowed to see him lately though, and it was concerning. He began to fall ill, and you did your best to care for him after serving all your duties to the family. But it’s been a long…long time since you’ve seen his face now, almost a year. The Lord of the house, Lord Vincent told you not to concern yourself and they had a handled on it, but over the time those words have been of no comfort. The fact that you cannot see your brother after so long makes you fear something awful has happened. After all, the noblemen and family weren’t the kindest to lower class like yourself. You’ve gotten smacked and hit, drinks thrown at you, belittled, and shamed beyond what is humane. Your only string to life is that your brother might truly be alive and struggling, but you’ve never felt a depression and despair this deep before.

At this moment, you were on your hands and knees scrubbing the dining room floor, the maids setting a table fit for five. You overheard Lord Vincent had invited some noblemen who were new to the area over for a feast, and once the reply came back, he demanded all get to work in preparations. The butler had stepped in, clapping his hands. “Alright, quickly now, clean up and make yourselves presentable, they will be here shortly!” You placed your sponge in the bucket and hurried it to the washroom. Racing back, you stood in your spot at the end of the line of maids, brushing out your uniform of wrinkles or dirt. The butler scanned down all three maids, his eyes scowling at you. The butler was a bit of a prick like the noblemen, he had no respect for you since you were on the bottom of the barrel. You looked to your feet, wishing for nightfall to come so you could sleep again.

“Come with me,” you heard Lord Vincent cheer and you dared to glance up at the guests. First was a very tall, slender brunette with gorgeous green eyes and a strong jawline. Following him were two blondes, striking ruby red eyes, a little more build but just as attractive. You quickly stared back down at your feet, praying you weren’t caught by anyone in the room. If Lord Vincent or his mistress found out you were eyeing the guests it’d mean another punishment. Your food, injuries, sanity? They liked to change it to see how far your threshold could go.

As proper maids do, you each stepped up to a chair to pull it out for the noblemen. You weren’t sure if you were lucky or doomed to seat the brunette. Allowing him to sit and then aid pushing his chair in, he glanced over his shoulder to you and your peripheral vision could see his small smile. Without thinking, your eyes looked up and locked to his, which made his own eyes soften slightly. You immediately looked back down to the floor and took your place back to the side of the room. It was only an interaction of maybe 5 to 10 seconds, but it felt so impressionable. You admired how his tux made his shoulders and back a bit broader, whatever fancy cologne he was wearing was practically intoxicating, and his eyes and smile could get you dangerously lost. It wasn’t often young noblemen appeared, and now you were glad they didn’t.

The five aristocrats talked and ate the delicious food. You never really knew what the foods were or how to cook them, but it always looked mouthwatering. Time seem to go faster today, but you felt it was because of that damn brunette. You locked his image to his voice after threatening another glance, his voice smoothing through the conversations like melted butter. In a moment, you heard the famous finger snap of the Lord, signaling for places and leftovers to be cleared from the table. As a good maid, you took action and stood besides the brunette, clearing his space leaving no crumb behind. You felt eyes on you, but you couldn’t tell if it was him, or the Lord on your left side. You did every mental trick in your mind to not be too nervous. But it was already failing you.

“Your maid seems unsteady, Lord Vincent, is she alright?” the blonde you learned to be William spoke. He was across the table but he still noticed the slight tremors in your fingers? What the hell?! You stood straight with your couple plates and cups and looked to Lord Vincent, who looked pleased, but you saw his little ticks to know well enough, he was pissed.

“Do not fret about the service Lord Moriarty! She has been failing my family repeatedly, so a change has been due for a while now.”

…What?

“It’s so hard these days to find high class maids,” his wife sighed loudly, a look of disgust lingering on your backside.

You heartrate increased dramatically while your skin paled. You slightly bowed to excuse yourself from the conversation (even though you were just the topic) and headed towards the kitchen to dispose of the plates. You practically dropped them in the skin and held onto the counter. Your suspicions about them killing off bad service wasn’t just a rumor, it was true! You knew now because you were next! Your brother—you had to find a way to get out and save your brother! …

Your eyes started to water at the realization. ‘They had a handle on it’, in aristocrat terms, in the Vincent family terms, they eliminated him. And dragged you on to play the fool believing your brother was alive just to suck out whatever they could from you. You dropped to your knees as your tears poured, fingertips turning while you still gripped the counter above you. And the thought of joining your brother now…maybe he would forgive you if you join him for letting him die.

“Why are you crying?” a voice behind you spoke softly, startling you out of your self-pity and turning around instantly. To your utter shock, it was Lord Albert James Moriarty, and he was less than two feet from you, one hand outstretches as if to catch you.

You harshly wipe the tears from your face and eyes with your sleeve, standing up as quickly as physically possible and giving your uniform a couple messy pats, yabbering your apologizes as if your ending life still depended on it. “I am so very sorry Lord Moriarty, you should never have seen me in such array. Please forgive my improper-ness.” You didn’t know where to look, what to do with your hands, your anxiety was eating you alive! So you did your only method, stare at the floor with your head down and grip your uniform, your hair falling slightly forward as it was falling out of its bun. You could feel your body shaking and tried to stop it, your embarrassment eating you up on the inside for making a fool of yourself in front of not just a Lord, but a handsome one at that. He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than you, and he could be placed in a museum and you were the cement floor.

“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Albert begged softly, the gentleness of his voice being completely unexpected. You felt his large hand wrap around one of your clenched ones, making you remove your grip from your dress and be held in his hand. In the same moment, his other hand swooped under your jaw gently and lifted your face to look at him, swiping the (still) falling tears with his thumb. He locked his eyes with you (e/c) ones, a small smile came back to grace his lips. Just as you feared, you fell into a trance. You felt his other thumb rubbing small circles in your hand as he spoke his velvet words again.

“Come, it’s time to leave,” he hummed, closing his hand fully around yours before turning and heading out of the kitchen. You immediately started to panic at the though of Lord Vincent seeing the guest of honor so close to you, let alone touching you or speaking to you.

“L-l-l-lord Moriarty, I can’t do—this isn’t rig-okay, I mean!—” You choked to find the words, not wanting to offend him in any way, but terrified of not stopping him before re-entering the dining room like this. His grip was strong and you couldn’t pull back more than he pulled forward. He stopped for a moment and chuckled, looking over his shoulder to you with a smile and slender eyes.

“Do not worry about that miss, Lord Vincent has no more hold over you.” And he continued walking. You had no idea what that meant, but you were about to find out.

After he pulled you through the doors into the dining room, the sight was appalling. The head Maid was sobbing on the floor, a bloody knife fallen from her bloody hand. Lying hunched dead over the table were the Lord and his mistress, each suffered one to three stab wounds. The smell of all this blood was too strong and you covered your mouth with your hand. Before you could take in any more of the messy scene, Albert was already dragging you along outside, the two blonde brothers finishing up inside with the maid. You were practically speechless.

“L-..Lord Moriarty?” you said just above a whisper as he opened the door to his luxury carriage, looking at you. “…What’s happened?”

“Lord Vincent and his wife have both paid their debt for the slaughter of lower class servant workers, that’s all,” he stated matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at his words, but they were soft. How did another aristocrat family know of this, not to mention care?

“We in the Moriarty family are…different,” he chuckled, before stepping to the side. “Please, hop in.”

“Why?” You asked, forgetting for a moment he was a nobleman.

“I’d like to give you some time to think if you’d like to be a maid for our family, or if you’d like to start a new life elsewhere. In the meantime, I can provide you a safe place to stay.”

You cheeks reddened slightly at the word ‘I’ and he must’ve caught on, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking back into yours. If it wasn’t so dark out, you could’ve confirmed or not if he was blushing a bit too.

“We, my brothers and I,” he corrected, and motioned you into the carriage. At this point, your former Lord was dead, you brother was dead and you had little hope immediately on the street. Maybe serving the handsome Albert James Moriarty wasn’t such a bad deal after all. Especially if they are taking away some of the scum of the world.

Albert couldn’t have been more pleased when you stepped inside the carriage. This operation William put together has been brewing for a few months. Truth be told, Albert has seen you more than a couple times, but he’s never interacted with you since that wasn’t part of the plan. It was obvious to William you were being tricked, and your heavy depression blocked your brain from the truth. Only once you feel your life was truly on the line would you snap out of it. Albert was just as happy as his brothers to save another lower-class citizen from harm. Not to mention Louis lightly teasing him about keeping his eyes on you a little too much.