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wholoveseggs · 6 months ago

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Gingerbread

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{Stefan Salvatore x Reader} A gingerbread house competition with Stefan turns into a playful, sugary disaster! And maybe something sweeter than frosting...

♡♡Happy Fluffmas♡♡

1k words - Warnings: flufffff, holiday baking chaos, competitive banter, playful food fights, lots of sprinkles and sweetness...

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The aroma of fresh gingerbread and cinnamon filled the air as you walked into the Salvatore mansion. Stefan was already in the kitchen, a tray of gingerbread pieces laid out before him, a focused expression on his face. He looked up when you walked in and smiled warmly, beckoning for you to sit down across from him. You obliged, smiling back.

"I didn't take you for a baker," you teased as you sat down, picking up a gingerbread piece and inspecting it.

"Well, it's actually been a long time since I baked," Stefan admitted. "But, well, Christmas is my favorite time of the year, and I just...I thought it would be fun."

You looked around the kitchen and saw various cookie cutters and icing. There was a bunch of different candy for decorating, too.

"Are we making gingerbread houses?" you asked, your face lighting up.

"Yeah, if you want," he replied, a slight flush on his cheeks.

You let out a happy squeal and reached for a piece of gingerbread, trying to find the perfect piece. After a moment, you finally found one and set it down on the counter, ready to start decorating. Your expression was serious, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

"What's on your mind?" He teased, pouring you a glass of whiskey and eggnog, which you gratefully took.

"I'm thinking about what style I want my gingerbread house to be."

He laughed. "Oh? And what's the plan?"

"I'm thinking I'm going to recreate your house, it has such interesting architecture." You grinned, looking around.

"That sounds like a fun idea. Why don't we have a little competition? Whoever makes the best house has to pay for dinner,”

"Oh, you're on," you said, grinning.

Stefan smiled. He grabbed a piece of gingerbread, placing a few more pieces next to it, and then carefully assembled a rough outline of the Salvatore mansion, which was quite impressive.

You began to carefully cut pieces of gingerbread to create the basic structure of the mansion, which was a challenge considering how old and intricate it was.

After a while, Stefan finished the outline and got to work on piping the roof with icing, creating intricate patterns on the surface. You looked up from your work, your eyes wide.

"You are irritatingly good at this," you grumbled, focusing back on your task.

"Don't be jealous," he said, smiling.

After about an hour of working, Stefan had finished the basic structure, and had begun to add candy as decorations, creating a very realistic and detailed look.

You, on the other hand, were struggling.

Your roof had collapsed several times, and you couldn't seem to get the front door right.

You groaned and leaned back in your chair, defeated. All of your design skills were wasted on sugar and confectionery.

"You alright over there?" Stefan asked, a slight smile on his lips.

"No, I suck."

"You don't suck," he reassured you. "Let me help you."

"How are you going to help me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged and leaned over you, piping a little bit of icing where you had failed.

You stared at him, a smile forming on your lips. His face was so close to yours that you could see each individual eyelash. You felt your cheeks warm up, but didn't move. You liked the closeness.

He continued working, his eyes focused on the gingerbread. You watched him, admiring his hands and the way he concentrated, his brow furrowed, his eyes squinted.

The nervous energy you felt from being so close to him, manifested as butterflies in your stomach. Your heart rate quickened, your breath hitched and you reached up and booped his nose with a dollop of icing.

He looked up, surprised, his eyes wide, and you grinned, licking the icing off your finger.

"Oh, you're asking for it," he warned playfully, taking the piping bag that was in his hand and flicking some icing at you.

It landed on your cheek, and you gasped, wiping it off, staring at him. He smiled innocently, shrugging, and then you retaliated, reaching for the container of sprinkles, grabbing a handful, and throwing it at him.

A cloud of sprinkles rained down on him, and you burst into laughter, unable to stop. He looked so cute, his face and hair covered in them.

He grinned, his eyes mischievous, and stood up, coming towards you. You squealed and jumped back, trying to run away. You tripped, landing directly on top of Stefan's gingerbread house.

Your laughter abruptly stopped as you stared at the damage, horrified. It was completely destroyed, pieces of gingerbread and candy scattered everywhere.

"Oops," you whispered, turning to look at Stefan.

He was laughing, his shoulders shaking, and you couldn't help but laugh, too.

"I guess I win, huh?" you asked, your laughter finally subsiding.

"Absolutely not," he said, a grin on his face. "Mine was better."

You gasped, feigning offense. "How dare you."

"It's true," he said, chuckling.

"It was not," you insisted, glaring at him. "You have no proof,"

"Was too," he argued, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Was not," you repeated, giggling and poking him in the chest.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and your breath hitched as his face was once again close to yours.

You stared at him, your heart racing. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and he slowly leaned forward, giving you a chance to pull away. You didn't, your breath catching as his lips brushed against yours.

He kissed you, gently, tentatively, as if he wasn't sure how you would react. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice. You kissed him back, your hands resting on his shoulders, and you felt him relax, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

You pulled back, staring at him, and he stared back, his eyes searching yours.

"Stefan..." you whispered, unsure of what else to say.

He smiled, pulling you in for another kiss, and you happily obliged, losing yourself in the feel of his lips.

The gingerbread houses were long forgotten as Stefan pulled you upstairs, leaving a trail of icing and sprinkles behind.

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bettystonewell · 1 month ago

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IF YOU LEAVE

Chapter 1: Pretty in Pink

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Reader

In the spring of 1988, Dean meets the girl of his dreams. He just doesn’t know it yet. 2k words

Tags: fluff, angst, young Sam and Dean, slow(ish) burn romance, childhood sweethearts, friends to lovers, 80s, 90s, season three, spans three decades, eventual smut, Rufus - crotchety at any age

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April 1988

The first time Dean saw you was in third grade, Mrs Petersen’s class, but it wasn’t until during recess on the second day that you spoke. Your hair in pigtails, him with dirt on his knees, and a simple exchange over a juice box, because you were yet to learn how to filter.

At that point, as children often do, you didn’t think to ask for each other’s names, and when both boys walked through Bobby’s front door that afternoon, and he asked “How was school? Did you talk t’any other kids today?” He got a smile and a grunt as both boys ran up the stairs to their room.

“That great, huh?” He scratched his forehead under his cap, and went back to the kitchen to continue supper, and the hex bag he was making up for Rufus. The idjit had shown up on his doorstep earlier that day.

“I thought you didn’t have any Rugrats?” Rufus thumbed to the hall he’d come out of. A bottle of Jack in the other.

“I don’t,�� Bobby said. But just as Dean didn’t realise the significance of you in his life at the time, Bobby hadn’t realised the boys in his either.

Dinner was simple that night. Bobby wasn’t a chef, but he was determined to give the Winchester boys something normal for once in their young lives. It’s why he’d enrolled them in the local school in the first place. Bought them bags and shoes. New clothes for Sammy because Dean’s hand-me-downs were far too big for the little tyke.

He’d even taken them to a barber, somewhere he never took himself, and signed Dean up for the school lunch program.

Yeah, he was growing soft. Lucky he had Rufus to point out the fact further with his outright stares and grins.

He was just doing a good deed. Looking after the future. Wasn’t that a part of being regular folk? Never mind the lady ringing up his groceries at the supermarket had frowned at him when he didn’t have a valid excuse for why they weren’t at school that day or two days before that.

Balls. That’s what it was. And he’d kick Rufus’ if he were close enough to reach with his boot.

Comments about him getting old, also balls. If Rufus was dumb enough to keep hounding him, he deserved a gun to his sack. Don’t worry ‘bout his steel caps.

He cleared his throat. Took a swig of beer and then settled his eyes on Dean. The kid was a smartass, but he was respectable, and had to open up, eventually. “So, did you learn anything today?” he asked. Tried to force a smile onto his face.

But Dean only shrugged, still defiant he should’ve been out there with his father.

“Well, what about your teacher? What’s her name?” He knew she was a she from the paperwork, Mrs Peters, or something like that. He just didn’t bother to remember in front of Rufus.

It didn’t matter though, because Dean shrugged again and shoveled another bite of meatloaf into his mouth.

Kids.

“My teacher is Miss Reeves,” young Sam piped up. Kid was smart for a four-year-old.

“Yeah? And what’d you do with her?” It’d been a long time since Bobby had graduated high school. Had no idea what kids in preschool did, besides the ABCs, he supposed. “Did you, ah,” he looked at Rufus for guidance, but the idjit had none. “Did you colour…or…sing a song?”

“I used blue, and red, and green for the grass I draws.” Sam beamed.

Okay… “That’s great, kid,” Bobby said.

Rufus downed another shot of Jack. The glass, sharp against the table when he hammered it onto the linoleum top. “Real great.” His tongue clicked. “What about you Dean? You colour, too?”

But when Dean said nothing, “Didn’t think so,” tumbled outta Rufus’ mouth.

“You could’ve given him a chance to answer.”

“Didn’t need to. He’s not gonna. Look at him.” Rufus swiped his hand out in front. His brow raised when Dean opened his mouth, though, and then he looked interested.

“I met a girl,” he said, resorting back to his former slouching when he noticed both men frozen and staring at him.

It was the loudest he’d spoken since living under Bobby’s roof. The first time he’d shown emotion other than attitude, and Bobby couldn’t help but smile. Until he thought harder about the issue.

Did he have to give these kids the bird and the bees talk, too? Hell no, he wasn’t!

His fingers scratched through his beard. That smile of his fell to a thin, pursed line. Bit of teeth spiking through the gap.

“A girl, huh? Like a girlfriend?”

“No!” Dean lost his chin to his neck. “She’s my friend, and she’s a girl.”

Simple. Obvious. Bobby felt the fool. Until he asked the all important question.

“What’s her name?”

What was your name?

Dean couldn’t answer that because he didn’t know. You were a girl, you’d been nice to him, and you didn’t like orange juice. That was the extent of it. You’d played your game after that. The one where he chased you, and you ran, much like what hunters did. Only, you weren’t a monster, and he didn’t hunt.

Not allowed to. Too young to do anything more than babysit Sammy and stay with Uncle Bobby.

He knew they weren’t related.

When he stepped into the classroom the next morning, books in hand, his eyes swept the room. No, he wasn’t interested in the US map, or the globe in the corner. He didn’t care that Mrs Petersen was scribbling sums on the board ready for the day’s lessons or for the tall boy with the extra tires whose farts created a war zone as he walked through the dust cloud.

No. He focused on you. Hair once again in pigtails, hot pink t-shirt and matching nails, which he thought little of because it was all too…girly, but then you smiled at him and his nose tingled as a result.

“Hi Dean,” you even said, and it was all he could do to not smile back as he took his seat in the row behind you and the Bat-signal drawn onto your right heel.

He needed to learn your name.

Of course, to a nine-year-old, “You like Batman?” was far more important. He asked you that when he sat down next to you at lunch that same day. The pale green plastic of his lunch-tray, just fitting in between yours and the boy’s to his left.

Your look of disgust was apparent even from your side profile, and unlike his smile, Dean couldn’t hold back his laughter when you turned. Not only did you spit out the word, “No,” but a sliver of strawberry jello came with it.

You wiped at your chin and poked your tongue out, which made him laugh harder.

“I like Michelangelo more, but my brother says he’s stupid.” Your head and eyes dropped to look under the table. “Didn’t like it when I told him the Ninja Turtles would beat Batman up.”

“Well, Leonardo might,” Dean said, and you frowned. “With his help,” he added.

His nose tingled again.

There was lots of that over the course of the week and the one that followed. Dean learned your name, and that your mom’s middle one was Mary - it only took a couple of extra days - but from the moment you bonded over your favourite cartoons, the two of you became inseparable, and Bobby was pleased.

Both Winchester boys had a chance at normal life. Well, semi-normal due to the talismans and arsenal in his basement.

And while Rufus refused to show his face again, as long as Sam and Dean lived under his roof, Bobby didn’t mind. He rather enjoyed that. But it didn’t stop other hunters and their problems from showing up on his doorstep, and on one particular Saturday morning after hearing from Bill Harvellle, he dug deep into his wallet for a couple of dollar bills and handed them to Dean.

“Why don’t you take your brother and that friend of yours to the arcade or somethin’,” he said, then narrowed his brows at the boy. “Call the house line ‘round five. Make sure it’s safe to come home.”

Dean took the money and shoved it in his front pocket. “Yes, sir.” He nodded once, and then grabbed Sammy by the hand and pulled him to the door.

The air was warm when they stepped outside. As Dean always did, he put the needs of his baby brother first, pulling off the four-year-olds jacket, then tying it ‘round his waist. He did the same with his and they were off. Sam on the handlebars of the bike Bobby had fixed up for them, Dean peddling with all his might into town.

It was hard work, and by the time they reached your house, he was out of breath, but it was worth it to feel the wind in his hair.

Cheeks puffed, neck hot and sweaty under the collar of his T-shirt, he knocked on your front door with a tight fist, and took a step back.

The dark wooden floorboards creaked underneath his sneakers. Footsteps from the other side moved closer, and he was soon met with your grinning smile and a bright pink scrunchie in your hair.

He scrunched his nose up, but that turned upside down when he saw the Ninja Turtle action figures in your hands.

“Hi Dean,” you said, peeking around him to look at Sam standing next to their bike. “You guys wanna come in and play?”

But they didn’t. Just as Bobby had suggested, Dean had other plans, and after checking in with your mom, the three of you headed to the local arcade.

Whirs. Dings. Whistles. The electronic piano jingles and a rocking soundtrack that tried its best to overcome everything else greeted you when the tinted glass doors rattled open. Lights, as far as the eye could see, of neon pinks, greens and blues and a carpet, littered with stains of mud and grass from the other kids already there, matched all that was overhead and surrounding.

Sammy clung to Dean even tighter. His little hands tugged on the base of his shirt. While on the other side of him, your face reflected the excitement hammering up his legs.

Until this stage in his young life, Dean had only been to an arcade once. The lucky timing of a classmate’s birthday party at a different school he spent all of two weeks in, well before being dumped here at Bobby’s.

That place was awesome, but this? It was awesome, too. There was just something about not being accompanied by adults that made it better.

Pacman and Donkey Kong called his name. Q-Bert, whatever the hell that was supposed to be. Space Invaders. Pin-ball and claw machines.

“Look! They have a Ninja Turtles one!” You pointed towards the back where a large machine plastered with their now fluorescent green faces stood out amongst the rest. “C’mon Sammy.” You grabbed the youngest boy’s hand and ripped him away from Dean.

“Hey, wait,” he called, but under all the noise, it was a lost cause.

With a huff, and one eye on you both at all times, Dean jogged over to the change machine by the door and swapped his money for quarters. You guys were the worst. Annoying. Impatient. Yet the way you grabbed the chair for Sam, and held it steady for him while he climbed up, had Dean’s nose buzzing again.

His nose buzzed like that every time he saw you. Playing games, eating lunch in the cafeteria. Riding your bikes through the streets of Sioux Falls, side by side, that same wind in your hair.

It’s just a shame it didn’t last long.

Never did.

Sam and Dean Winchester flew through towns as many times as there were months in the year, sometimes more. The Spring of ‘88 a rarity. Their stint at the local school and preschool, even rarer, and one soon forgotten.

Until 1997 when Dean found himself enrolling at another school in Sioux Falls.

He didn’t know the significance of that either, but he soon would. You’d make him.

Next Chapter

Am I shooting myself in the foot by releasing this part when I haven’t finished the rest? Probably, but I’m used to it. We’ll be diving into three stages in Dean and readers life in this one - up next - 1997.

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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months ago

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Mignon & Pollito

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

@wileys-russo's Pollito x Teen!Reader

Summary: You and your partner in crime

Whether it was the gods smiling down on you or just an extreme miscalculation on the staff's part, you and Pollito end up sharing a room.

This training camp was only a week long so it must be fairly expensive to move you all from Barcelona to here but, you're not the higher-ups at the club so you don't get much of a say.

"I'm bored," Pollito declares and you roll your eyes.

"Would you prefer sleeping on the bottom bunk?" You ask dryly," I heard that's more interesting."

Pollito's head appears above you, poking over the edge of the top bunk that she had wrestled you onto the ground to get to first.

"Don't be silly!" She says, a smug grin on her face," I'm doing you a service! I'm letting you stay away from the top bunk boredom."

"I'm sure I can deal with it."

"Yeah, but you Frenchies always change your minds."

"I'm trying not to be offended here."

Pollito's grin only widens and her fingers appear to jab you in the forehead.

"I'm still bored."

"I've got UNO."

"UNO's shit."

"Unless you're playing Jana. I made twenty euros off her in one round."

"Oh, shit, you're right. Let's go and find Jana."

"We're banned," You remind her," After that time that we rigged the game."

"Oh, yeah."

The bed above you creaks as Pollito throws her back against in annoyance.

"Is there really nothing we're allowed to do?"

"Irene said that we can get lunch. We just have to tell the others that we're doing that."

"But they'll make us eat healthy."

"Yeah."

Silence for a moment and then...

"I'm bored!"

You jab your feet up into the mattress on top of you and Pollito yelps.

"What do you want me to do about that? Play you to sleep?"

"You'd play me to sleep?" Pollito scoffs," What does that mean? Kicking a ball at my head?"

"I meant with my flute, dimwit."

There's silence again

"You can play the flute. Since when?"

"Since always? This isn't new information."

"It is to me!"

Pollito peaks back over your bed, a wide grin spreading over her face. "I think I have an idea."

It's Irene who hears it first.

It starts off quiet, barely audible over the phone call with her wife and son. But it's still audible and she frowns.

"Are you playing music?" She asks and her wife shakes her head.

"It must be coming from your end."

Irene pokes her head out of her hotel room, spotting a few of the others doing the same.

"Who's playing that music?!" Alexia complains, looking like she's been woken up from a very good nap if her messy hair is anything to go by.

"I thought it was Pina."

"Me?" Pina scoffs," I don't like classical music."

"It's hardly classical music," Keira says," It's the song from the Muppets. You know that one that goes 'do doo be-do-do, mahna mahna, do do-do do'-"

Everyone to turns to look at her, similar looks of judgement as Keira peters off, face crimson.

"Or, you know, I think that's what it is."

"Either way," Alexia brushes her off," Who is making that noise?"

What started off as soft flute music suddenly gets louder and louder until it's booming across the whole floor and Alexia's grip tightens on her door frame.

Her eyes dart to the room at the end of the corridor and she does a quick count in her head.

Everyone and their roommates are hanging out of their doors, heads poking out to see what all the noise is.

Everyone except two people.

Her teeth grind together.

"Who let Pollito and Mignon in the same room together? Who let them room together with no supervision?"

Usually, Alexia would be the one sorting out all of the rooms but she'd left it to the staff this time because she'd gotten distracted on the bus when Pollito had hidden you up in the luggage rack and you'd taken it upon yourself to drip water onto Mapi's head from your hiding spot.

"Er...They might still be in there?" Pina offers up but everyone else knows that it's a pipe dream to say something like that.

"Spread out," Alexia snaps," And find them." She massages her temples. "They take years off my life."

The longer they take, the louder the music gets until it rings in their ears with every step.

There's thumping at the door and you jolt, your flute music wavering as Pollito pops her head up to look through the window.

"It's Ingrid and Frido! Pretend we're not here!"

You both hide under the window where they can't see you.

The change in position makes your playing a bit unstable for a moment as you adjust, fingers cramping from the past forty-five minutes of nonstop repetition.

"I know you're in there!" Frido bangs on the door," This is the room with the sound system. Come out!"

"You'll never take us alive!" Pollito yells back and you want to hit her for being stupid.

"Shut up! You've blown our cover."

A hand reaches through the window and you instantly want to murder the idiot who thought windows should be able to be opened from the outside because Ingrid's hand immediately grabs onto your flute.

You yelp, finally stopping your playing as you try to wrestle it back.

"Hey! No! That's mine!"

"Give it over," Ingrid says," And we'll tell Alexia that you both cooperated."

You pop your head over the window. "Give us a moment to discuss."

"We can't just give in," Pollito says to you in a hushed whisper.

"Well when our other option is to run the laps Alexia will make us do if she finds out we fought them..."

"You make a good point but...No, you do make a good point." Pollito sigh," Fine. Let's give in."

You clap her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. We may have lost the battle but we haven't lost the war."

Frido sighs from the other side of the door, hitting her head repeatedly against the wall.

"You're both so dramatic."

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starboye · 6 months ago

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starring: alexander "konig" kilgore x male reader

request: just thinking about innocent naive reader getting corrupted and not even noticing a single thing because he just want to be a good friend. . .

warnings: smut + angst, yander!konig, kinda obsessive, handjob

konig was such a good friend to you, he would never do anything to hurt such a pretty thing like you and plus you were both best friends so nothing was ever kept a secret between you two, so imagine konigs' face when you announce you have a date with some guy.

watching his face crack into a soft smile and telling you how happy he is for you but behind those eyes he was mad as hell, i mean who does this new guy think he is to try and take you from him, and it gets even worse when you come back from the date the next night and tell konig about how you loved it so much with the biggest smile on your face.

as much as he wants to feel happy for you he just cant imagine anyone else stealing him from you so he makes up a lie "i don't know about him y/n" he blankly making you question him "what do you mean" you ask him "i just have a weird feeling about him" he continues looking at you with the most beautiful eyes "well what if you just get to know him" you try to give an idea but konig pipes up with "you know my gut feeling is usually always right"

and he was kinda right i mean there was that one time you had feeling for this one guy and it turned out he was actually arrested for murder, or at least that's what konig told you (he pulled some strings at the police station and got what he wanted) "well then yeah i guess i can stop seeing him" you say and within seconds konigs arms are wrapped around you and he's thanking you for trusting him.

and queue the constant run of you finding a good guy and konig coercing you to stop seeing them because he has a 'gut feeling' and you trust him, but really he just wants you all to himself, making you depend on him more and more as time goes on by telling you if you ever need help with anything to call him and you do, calling him for even the littlest inconvenience.

whether that be helping you fix something or letting you cry on his shoulder when you get layed of from your job (after he pulled a few more strings and made it seem like you were a bad employee) and offering you a room at his place since you were short on money and couldn't pay your bills.

with you moved in now he can be so much closer to you, sneaking through your things at any chance he could and whats this it seems like you need some new clothes since all yours seem to be gone (he used all of them to jerk off and now they're ruined with his cum) so he takes you to the mall, carrying all your bags as you go to every store getting all the things you want, but hm it seems you need some help trying on those pants why doesn't he help you.

"you sure you're okay with that" you ask him "yeah it's what friends are for" he says helping you but on the jeans that hugged your ass so well, it was no surprise he got a boner, it straining so hard in his pants he just needed some release "fuck baby i need your help" he groans "what's wrong konig" you asked and he moved your hand to the aching bulge in his sweatpants "please just this once" he pleaded and after some consideration you agreed, i mean it was just a one time thing between two friends right.

pulling his pants down his thick cock flops out and you immediately work on fixing it for him, his grip tightening on the top of the dressing room door, your hand rubbing back and forth on his achingly hard boner, this was like his dream, he had thought about this exact thing so much, jerked off to the thought and feel of it but the real things is so much better than he hand.

"fucking shit y/n" he muttered before cumming on your hand, thick load messing up your hand as he let out shuddering breaths, and after that it became a regular thing, konig being all needy and asking you to come help him get off since you did it best (in reality you weren't the best at it but don't worry he'll train you soon enough).

and time after time it seemed you liked it more and more to the enjoyment of konig, maybe just a few more times and you'll tell him how you've had feeling for him to right?

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thesturniolos · 1 year ago

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guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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vinnyvamppp · 3 months ago

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Can I request for Ladybug! Reader? I saw a TikTok video where Marinette was telling some heroes she could just Miraculous ladybug everything back to normal and they want to hire her because of that.

So imagine this but with Invincible, Reader's like his next door neighbor - yes she witnessed him learning how to land and she got pissed at that cuz IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

I like the idea of her revealing her identity to Mark so she can join him in missions whenever, so anytime he destroyed half of a city she just Miraculous ladybug everything and goes "YOUR WELCOME ASSHOLEEE!!"

And maybe during the Invincible war, she lucky charms a whip while fighting a variant (either Mohawk Mark or No goggles Mark cuz they freaky like that) and she goes wtf am I supposed to do with this?

(sorry I'm rambling a lot I just like the potential of this concept)

Friendly Neighborhood Inconvenience

NOTE: THIS IDEA WAS SOOOO FUN, Its 1 am for me and I've been giggling away while typing. I've taken a different approach to my usually long writing to make this more conversationally driven. I'm not straying too much so the vision is accurate. Up and away!

Synopsis: Mark Grayson, is your biggest inconvenience and friend... whom you also live next to. Super-powered besties...? :) Warnings: None, my first non-smut-related blog yes yes! Just two idiots with powers. Mark Grayson x Ladybug!Reader Word Count: 1,000

You knew Mark Grayson was going to be a problem the moment he crashed into your backyard.

Not metaphorically. Not in a "he’s my annoying next-door neighbor" way. No, Mark Grayson, your classmate, occasional physics partner, and guy who still owed you ten bucks from a group project, literally smashed into the ground outside your window at 2 AM.

You had been peacefully sleeping, dreaming of things far, far away from the absolute disaster that was your life, when a loud THUD shook your house. The crashes you had been imagining in your dreams began to manifest outside of your home. Were you under attack? Has the house shifted? Did your insomnia finally catch up to you? You jolted awake, heart racing, and sprinting as you immediately threw open your window to find Mark groaning in a crater. Oh…

"...Are you serious right now?"

He looked up, squinting and disoriented. "Huh—? Oh. Uh. Hey, neighbor."

"You woke me up," you deadpanned.

"Sorry," he wheezed, struggling to stand. His hands planting themselves against his knees.

"Mark. Why are you in my backyard." Your fingers gestured to the now three unevenly placed craters, one having a busted water pipe.

At that, he winced. "I was... learning how to land."

"You… know how to fly?” Correction: Barely. “...In the middle of the night?"

"Y-Yeah?"

You sighed so hard it could’ve put out a candle. "Grayson, I swear to God, if you ever—"

His attention suddenly turned towards his bedroom, the voice of his mothers concerned cries calling out for him jolted him into focus. And then he zoomed away, barely getting his balance, leaving you seething in your pajamas.

Yeah. Mark Grayson was going to be a problem. One you couldn’t avoid. Mark thought he was so slick. Just how did he manage his grades being so reckless? He’d show up to school exhausted, disappear at the most inconvenient times, and had that whole "Oops, did I break another building? Teehee!" energy about him. You knew. Oh, you knew.

Because the second you saw him with a black eye in the hallway after a “plumbing accident,” you put two and two together. You’d seen Invincible on the news. You’d seen him stumble into your backyard like an idiot. Not to mention the various times he’d confidently strut into his home WEARING HIS COSTUME. Though, you always assumed he was just into comic con and somewhat of a superhero nerd.

So when the time finally came to throw off the mask, you did it spectacularly.

Mark stood in your living room, eyes wide, staring at you in full Ladybug attire. "Wait—YOU’RE LADYBUG?!"

You smirked, spinning your yo-yo. "Surpriiiise~!"

"But—how—why—?!"

"Bro, did you really think you were the only one sneaking around at night?!"

Mark ran a hand through his hair, still struggling to process. "You fix everything after my fights?"

"Ding ding ding!" You clapped your hands. "Every time you break a city block, I put it back together. Every. Single. Time."

His jaw dropped. "Oh my God."

"Oh your God is right. Do you know how hard it is to undo your messes?! Half the time, I don’t even know what I’m fixing! You knock over a skyscraper, I gotta wing it! And every fight wrecks at least ten buildings!"

Mark laughed, but there was guilt in his eyes. "...So, uh. Guess this means you can help out more?"

You crossed your arms. "Help? Babe, I’ve been your cleanup crew this entire time. You should be helping me."

And thus, the most chaotic partnership in hero history was born. Cecil had been hounding you anyway, so this panned out in your favor. Being close and personal to his hero-ly escapades made the clean up easier to maintain… for your sanity of course. You had been through some rough days. Fought some wild villains. But nothing could have prepared you for an entire army of Invincibles tearing through the planet. Honestly, you were terrified; and left ragged, but keeping your wits about you would be the best bet you had for survival.

You were dodging a punch from one of them, Mohawk Mark, which was an awful fashion choice, by the way, when your Lucky Charm activated. Perhaps it was something helpful like a pair of shears to correct his funky haircut. A bright light flashed, and in your hand, you felt—

A whip.

You blinked.

"...What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"

Mohawk Mark lunged at you with a cheeky grin, enthralled more than anything. “Didn’t know you were into that, could use another one of you.” He teased.

"Shit—!"

You improvised. And like a thirsty mutt, he hounded you like a new obsession. Who knew men with harems could be so freaky? Later, when the war was over, when the dust settled and the leveled cities were, miraculously, nearly restored, you stood next to Mark, arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Go ahead," he muttered.

"You know what I’m gonna say," you grinned, nudging him slightly.

He sighed.

"Go on," you sing-songed.

"…Thanks."

"And—?"

"...Sorry for all the messes."

You smirked, patting his shoulder. "See? That wasn’t so hard. Now go buy me dinner, asshole."

Mark groaned. "You're never gonna let this go, huh?

"Not in a million years." Secretly, he would be happy too, but the poor boy was embarrassed from being proven wrong that his lips sealed shut. As Mark begrudgingly led the way to the nearest burger joint, you grinned, spinning your yo-yo around your finger. The city skyline gleamed, perfectly restored, thanks to you. The world was safe again—also thanks to you. And despite the chaos, the near-death experiences, and the fact that you were probably stuck dealing with Mark’s messes forever… you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ugh, I just love writing in-character stories. I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR REQUESTS EXPECTATIONS LMAO.

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munsonsmixtapes · 11 months ago

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Never Too Late

Buck x Eddie x fem!reader

summary: you and Eddie are in a relationship only to realize that you both are also harboring romantic feelings for Buck. Little do all three of you know that you're all actually in love with each other. Maybe you'll all find out before it's too late.

word count: 3k

Based on a comment on this post by @unknown-2505

The spot on the beach where you were sitting was nothing but great as you had amazing view of your boyfriend, Eddie tossing a football back and forth by the water with Buck. You always wondered how you had gotten so lucky as to have ended up someone like him. Someone so sweet and caring. Someone who was always there for you no matter what you needed.

You turned to look at Buck and couldn’t help but feel guilty for being slightly attracted to him. He was hot. It wasn’t your idea to spend a day at the beach and it certainly wasn’t your fault that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That was just a bonus. You could see his tattoos perfectly and wondered what it would have been like to run your hands over them in the dark of your bedroom.

The thing was, you still very much loved Eddie. In fact, every scenario you imagined with Buck always had Eddie in it. It was always the three of you and there was always an attraction between the three of you. But maybe that was just your imagination. Something that you would dream about falling asleep, but something that would never actually happen.

You knew that Eddie had liked men. Actually, you were the first person he had come out as bisexual. And you accepted him, telling him that it didn’t change a single thing between the two of you. That you’d still love him no matter what he identified as. Eddie was still Eddie and nothing would change that.

But you couldn’t get yourself to admit it to him. Even though Eddie was also interested in men, that didn’t mean that he was interested in entering a polyamorous relationship with his girlfriend and best friend. You knew it sounded crazy and didn’t even think it was in the realm of possibility.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Eddie was actually very much crushing on his best friend. What he was feeling was definitely no longer friendly and absolutely crossing into the romantic category. He wanted to take the both of you on dates and shower you with affection, telling you just how much the both of you meant to him.

He was thinking the same thing that you were. That the whole thing was a pipe dream, something that would never happen. But that didn’t stop himself from dreaming about it. When he would cuddle you in bed, he would think about Buck on the other side of him, holding onto his waist as Eddie was in the middle of the both of you, Buck’s hands laying on top of yours as the three of you fell asleep peacefully.

“Did you hear me?” Buck asked and Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts, being thrown back into reality.

“Huh?” Eddie asked, feeling completely out of it and completely guilty. He shouldn’t have been having t those thoughts. Especially not about his best friend and especially not when he was in a committed relationship. Oh god, he was a cheater, wasn’t he?

“Y/n was asking if we wanted to get some ice cream,” Buck pointed over at you and Eddie turned, seeing you standing further up the beach with your phone and wallet in your hand.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie nodded, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it needed to stop.

He began to walk towards you, but it was as if his legs had a mind of their own, heading towards Buck instead of you. Buck grabbed hold of his shoulders and steered him straight, heading in your direction. You reached for his hand and he took it, giving you the best smile he would muster.

“I think he needs some water,” Buck chuckled.

You handed Eddie your water bottle and he chugged it, thinking that if he kept his mouth occupied, he wouldn’t say something stupid.

“Thirsty, honey?” You laughed and Eddie just rolled his eyes before closing the lid and holding the thing in his free hand.

The three of you headed to the little ice cream stand on the pier and Buck ordered first, knowing exactly what he wanted. He received his order and began to lick it as both you and Eddie tried not to stare. Watching his tongue swipe along the frozen treat almost seemed like he was doing in on purpose. Like he was purposely trying to drive the two of you absolutely mad.

You turned towards each other and you gave Eddie a soft kiss, the two of you completely unaware that Buck was watching. He’d never admit it, but he wanted what the two of you had. Someone to go home to every night after work and snuggle with as he fell asleep.

What had started out as jealousy of the two of you quickly turned into attraction. Realistically, he had always been attracted to Eddie. From the second he showed up to the 118, Buck was absolutely fucked. He was jealous as Eddie dated countless women, but then you came along. For whatever reason, Buck didn’t see you as a threat. If anything, seeing you and Eddie together only sent him into a bi panic.

Buck was so attracted to you both that he found himself imagining what it would have been like to be part of your relationship. Why, he didn’t know, but he thought about it often. More than he’d ever care to admit.

Maybe it was just because he was lonely in that department and the two of you were always quick to invite him to hang out with you. You were completely unaware of how much of a third wheel he felt, but he would have never admitted that to you. He just didn’t want you to feel bad.

Buck could feel you staring at him with a giggle and he immediately turned around, trying to figure out what you were laughing at. You then stood in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulder. You wiped the ice cream from the corner of his mouth with your thumb then pulled away, Buck immediately missed your touch. God, he was becoming pathetic. Pathetically in love with his best friend and his girlfriend.

“Oh, thanks,” he chuckled nervously and you didn’t like how heat pooled in your stomach when you touched him. You had to get away from him, and immediately.

“No problem,” you turned to Eddie. “Honey, don’t we have that thing?”

“What-”

“C’mon,” you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him down the boardwalk, feeling your heartbeat thud in your chest. He kept calling your name to get your attention, but you weren’t listening, your sole focus being to get to the car. And then you’d tell him the truth. Maybe.

You got to Eddie’s truck and he helped you inside before getting into the driver’s seat. You thought he was going to start it up, but he didn’t. He just sat there, his hands on the steering wheel as he stared out the windshield.

Eddie took a deep breath before turning to you, his eyebrows furrowed. His hand reached for yours, looking you in the eyes. You almost didn’t want to, but you knew you could never resist the almost golden color that came along when the sun shone into them.

“What’s going on mi amor?” He asked, his thumb rubbing along your knuckle. You couldn’t tell him. You just couldn’t. That would have ruined everything and there was no way that you were going to screw up the best relationship of your life because of a silly crush.

“It’s nothing, Eddie, seriously,” you turned to look out the windshield but he grabbed hold of your chin with his free hand and forced you to really look at him, his eyes boring into yours.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been weird all day.”

“I have not.”

“You have. What the fuck is going on?”

“Fine,” you sighed, feeling your hands shake as you looked him in the eyes. “But this stays between you and me, alright?”

“Always.”

“I just want to preface that I love you and I love what we have. But…I-I think I may have feelings for Buck as well.” Eddie’s eyes widened as soon as the words left your mouth. For the first time in months, Eddie finally felt like he could breathe. Knowing that his girlfriend felt the same exact way actually made him feel seen.

His lips parted to say something, but he immediately shut it, unsure of how he should have responded, considering that there was so much swirling around in his head. So many things he wanted to say, but none of them felt right.

“Me too,” he blurted, immediately covering his mouth afterwards. You stared at each other with wide eyes, realizing that the both of you had felt the same way the entire time. That was something that you swore you were going to have to bury deep. Eddie too. But now that it was out in the open, you both felt like a huge weight was lifted.

“Well…what should we do?”

“Should we tell him?”

“I feel like that’s the right thing to do, right? Put the ball in his court.”

“Right,” you nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous now that you were going to have to actually tell Buck how you were feeling. There was a lot riding on it and you were suddenly afraid that he wasn’t going to be friends with either of you anymore.

“How about we invite him over for dinner tomorrow night and lay everything on the table?”

“That sounds good,” you nodded and Eddie put the truck in drive before pulling out of his space. Whatever happened with Buck, the one thing you knew was that you’d always have each other.

You stared down at the table that you had just set with all of your fancy dishes, feeling your heart pound in your chest. Buck was going to be there any minute and you were getting even more nervous than before. You weren’t sure why, but Eddie was super calm about the whole thing, as if he wasn’t about to tell his best friend that he and his girlfriend were in love with him.

“Mi amor,” Eddie spoke, resting his hands on your shoulder. “Let’s take some deep breaths, alright?” He breathed with you, the two of you, breathing in air and letting it out until you felt a bit better.

“What if we’re making a mistake?” You asked, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Do you think it’s a mistake?”

“No.”

“Then it’s not one. How about you sit down and I’ll finish up here, alright?” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before moving you in the direction of the living room. You sat on the couch and picked at the skin around your finger nails as you heard dishes clinking together as Eddie finished setting the table.

There was a knock on the door and you swore your heart was going to explode from how hard it was beating. You met Eddie at the door and he opened to reveal Buck standing on the other side. He was holding a bottle of your favorite wine and you were so close to pulling him for a kiss right there because of the sweet gesture.

He entered the apartment and you took the wine before pulling him to a quick hug and Eddie did the same, both of you trying to keep it quick so as to not make it awkward. Buck looked around, seemingly trying to look for something that didn’t seem to be there.

“Where’s Chris?” He asked.

“He’s at a friend’s house so I’m afraid it’s just the adults tonight. I hope that’s okay.” It was always okay. But that meant that he was going to be a third wheel and he didn’t need another reminder of how perfect the two of you were together and that there was no place for him in your relationship.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded. “Totally okay.”

You led him over to the table while Eddie opened the wine, knowing that the three of you were going to need a drink (or two) to be able to discuss the matter. Buck sat down across from you and began to serve himself as Eddie poured the wine then headed over to the table with the glasses.

You all ate and drank in silence for most of the meal, the tension between the three of you rising. You all usually spoke so loud with each other, but not tonight. All that could be heard was the sound of your forks scraping against plates and the occasional sound of your glasses being set down on the table.

“Well,” Eddie started, looking at your for approval to start the conversation and you nodded. “I guess we should discuss why we brought you here.”

“Wait,” Buck responded, his eyebrows furrowing. “This isn’t just a dinner? Oh my god,” his eyes widened, turning to you. “You’re pregnant.”

“No, Buck,” you chuckled. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Then what is this about?” He was suddenly afraid that you could hear his heart racing in his chest. Maybe you both had finally found out how he felt about the two of you and were sitting him down to reject him. Well, wasn’t that embarrassing?

“I guess we should start off by telling you that you’re our best friend,” you rested your hand on top of his. Yep, you were definitely rejecting him.

“And we love you,” Eddie added, resting his hand on Buck’s free one. “As…more than a friend.”

“Basically, what we’re saying is that we want to become a throuple.” Buck’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as soon as the words left your mouth. He was dreaming. He had to be right? That would have been the only reason as to why you would have been asking him the question he had been fantasizing about for months.

“Hold on,” he closed his eyes, shaking his head, trying to get himself back to reality. “You want to be in a romantic relationship with me?” His eyes opened. “Both of you?”

“Yes,” you replied in unison, the three of you suddenly grinning at each other.

“I accept.” His words came out rushed that you almost didn’t understand him, but both Eddie and Buck were standing from the table so you felt the need to follow. You all rounded the table and gathered in a group, your excitement utterings overlapping each other. The apartment was finally filled with life again as your laughs rang through it.

The three of you shared looks, feeling nothing but excitement as you thought about your future with each other. It seemed nothing but bright and filled with happiness, the three of you finally getting what you had wanted for months. It was finally happening, no longer a figment of your imaginations or something you only dreamed about while falling asleep.

“Should we…seal it with a kiss?” You asked and the two of them nodded enthusiastically.

“Absolutely,” Eddie responded.

“I think it would be wrong if we didn’t,” Buck added. You turned to Buck and slowly stepped forward, throwing your arms over his shoulders. His hands went to your waist as his eyes moved to your lips, they were covered in a pretty red lipstick that he almost didn’t want to mess up.

You slowly leaned forward, capturing Buck’s top lip between your two, this kiss quickly becoming more desperate and hungry than you had intended. Your hands moved to his hair and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. It was even better than he could have ever imagined and now he knew exactly why Eddie was kissing you any chance he got. Your lips were addictive and now he could kiss you any time he wanted.

You had been fantasizing about Buck’s lips for months and they definitely lived up to the hype. They were soft and tasted like the wine you both had been drinking. He knew what to do, somehow knowing exactly what you liked even though you hadn’t done that with each other before. You definitely could’ve gotten used to it.

You licked into his mouth and Eddie stood there watching, suddenly becoming concerned about how turned on he was by his girlfriend making out with best friend. The whole thing was so hot and he couldn’t wait for his turn. He was getting desperate, but also perfectly content just standing there and watching, seeing your tongues tangling together turning him on.

Buck moaned into your mouth and you took that as a sign to pull away, not wanting the thing to get too heated. You pulled away and tried your best to hold back the urge to laugh at your lipstick smudged all over Buck’s face.

You wiped the lipstick off of your face as Buck turned to Eddie, his eyes filling with fire. Eddie grabbed him by the back of his head and pressed his lips to Buck’s roughly, taking no time to stick his tongue into his mouth, letting their tongues scrape together. He wanted to taste him for himself and now he understood the hype. It was perfect, like the two of them fit together like puzzle pieces.

Eddie pulled away before Buck was ready, but he supposed that it was getting late and that he should’ve gone home since he and Eddie had to be at work early in the morning. Before he could speak, though, both you and Eddie reached up and wiped the lipstick away from his face. You both look so concentrated and he thought it was cute how you both were always so quick to take care of him.

“I should…head out,” he jerked his thumb to the front door.

“Do you have to?” You asked, a pout forming on your lips.

“Yeah, you could stay the night,” Eddie suggested. God, that sounded so inviting, but Buck didn’t have any of the stuff he needed, especially his uniform.

“I really can’t. Next time, though.” He took each of your hands and led you to the door as slowly as possible, stalling as much as he could. He pressed a peck to Eddie’s lips then yours before opening the door slowly, giving you each one last chance to get one more kiss before he left.

He puckered his lips and you jumped at the chance, this one longer and your lips lingered on his. Eddie did the same and before the both of you knew it, he was gone and the two of you were leaning against the door. You turned to each other as giggles escaped your lips as you both knew you’d go to sleep peacefully that night, knowing that you both finally had the man you each had been pining for for months.

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hearts4golbach · 10 months ago

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Can I request carrington x reader where his Lon term partner (reader) didn’t like flowers, so he makes her paper ones himself? Like those paper bouquets you see in like, booktok

Thank God for Tiktok.

pairing:

Carrington Bornstein x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

pre established relationship 👅

not proofread

warnings:

none.

word count:

1.0k

To say Carrington had been crafting for hours was an understatement. the sun had gone down a while back. He was sitting in his moonlit room surrounded by miscellaneous crafting tools and books. tomorrow was your birthday. no, he hadn't been procrastinating. he had ordered you a gift but stumbled upon the idea to make you paper flowers. you preferred not to get real flowers. You were always so upset when they inevitably died.

so, he was glued to his bed (pun intended), making you an immortal bouquet of paper flowers.

previously, he had rushed out of the house to go find some books he could cut up. clearly, he didn't own any, and he wasn't about to steal one of Johnnies' comics. he settled on going out, possibly to goodwill or target, to get a book or two for his project. he wandered to the arts and crafts section, getting a hot glue gun and sticks. he also found a pack of pipe cleaners and some ribbon. everything he had chosen was a perfect match for his vision. and with that, he was all set.

it had been about three and a half hours since then. he was about to finish the very last flower, then he'd have a set of exactly twenty. he mentally praised himself for how well they actually turned out. he even curled out the edges of the paper to imitate real flowers.

setting the last one in the pile, he admired his work. he couldn't help but smile to himself, dreaming of your reaction at dinner tomorrow night.

Carrington grabbed a handful of the dark green pipe cleaners and began attaching them to the paper flowers. thoughts of your bright smile plagued his mind.

he knew you'd be somewhat shocked at the present, considering he wasn't an arts and crafts type of person. when it came to you, he was up for anything.

he envisioned how the bouquet would look in your bedroom, grinning to himself whenever he realized it'd fit your aesthetic perfectly.

he sang to himself softly. the song that was playing reminded him of you. he was slightly relieved when gluing the stems on didn't take as long as the flowers themselves. he held the fairly large bouquet in one hand, a stupid smile plastered on his face. he tied a bow around the stems as perfectly as he could before setting it on his desk carefully.

as soon as he crashed into bed, he fell asleep almost immediately. ignoring the ache in his knuckles and the slight pounding in his head, he drifted off to sleep.

the next morning went by fast. he had a couple of 'business' things to figure out with Jake and Johnnie, which went by a lot quicker than he had figured. by lunchtime, he was anxiously waiting by his phone for you to respond. of course, he knew it'd take forever. you were at lunch with friends, and you were coming over straight after. it was a sort of nervous excitement. he couldn't wait to see your reaction to his gift.

Carrington decided against sitting there for another hour. he went to the bathroom and adjusted his hair. his curly dark brown locks hung in his face, complimenting his bright blue eyes. he tried to do something different with his hair, but there wasn't much. he knew you wouldn't care. You loved playing with his messy hair.

finally, his phone rang. your name and photo popped up on the screen. he scrambled to his phone and answered on the first ring. "Hi, baby." he greeted.

"Hey," he could hear the sudden smile in your voice, which made him grin. "im leaving now. Am I still good to come over?"

"Yeah. yeah, of course." he furrowed his eyebrows together, very expressive as he spoke even though you couldn't see his face.

you hummed and said goodbye before ending the call. you sped over there, so excited you drove over the speed limit without even realizing it.

meanwhile, Carrington prepped your present. he wrapped it in sparkly black, silver, and light blue wrapping paper. he taped the small card on top and grabbed the faux bouquet. he waited downstairs on the couch, holding the items in his lap.

whenever you arrived, you walked quickly up to the door. you knocked a couple of times before entering, which had become your usual routine.

Carrington jumped up and pulled you in for a hug. you felt contentment wash over you as his hands rested on the small of your back and his head in the crook of your neck.

he placed a kiss on your neck. "Happy birthday." he pulled away, beckoning you over to the couch. "c'mere."

you silently followed him over. he handed you the small box, which was neatly wrapped. "What's this?"

"What does it look like?" he laughed, "it's a present."

"I told you I don't need anything," you scolded, a sincere tone in your voice.

"I wanted to get you something. open it!" he urged.

you rolled your eyes, a contradicting smile on your face. in the box, there was a beautiful necklace. it had 3 charms on it, your initial, Carringtons' initials, and a small heart. you pouted your lower lip and looked up at him. "I love it."

"im really glad," he grinned, handing you two more things. "Read the card later." he was embarrassed to see your reaction to what he wrote in person.

you sighed, "Fine." he finally handed you the bouquet.

your jaw fell to the floor as you looked at the beautiful, handmade flowers. "You made this?!"

he nodded, a prideful smile on his face. "I thought you'd really like them since you're a bookworm."

you paid no mind to his joke. you were absolutely starstruck by the flowers. "they're so beautiful, Carrington." You couldn't contain the soft smile that threatened to appear. you placed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I love you."

he placed a kiss on your forehead. "i love you." All he could think was, 'thank god for tiktok.''

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natsukicookies · 6 months ago

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The sinful allure

Summary

What you thought was the life of a side character turned out to be the life of the main character!

On your 18th birthday, you discover you're a succubus, and everything you thought you knew about yourself changes.

What’s more, your newfound powers don’t just come with supernatural abilities—they make you act... different. Flirty, confident, and completely unlike your usual shy self.

As if that wasn’t enough, the Batboys have somehow gotten tangled in your life. Balancing secrets, powers, and the chaos they bring? Yeah, happy birthday to you.

< masterlist > chap 1

Your eyes couldn’t leave your phone’s screen as they were locked onto the calendar app. You eyed a specific date with barely contained anticipation noticing that your birthday was approaching. In just a few days, you would turn 18. You were finally going to be an adult. You weren't sure if you felt excited or anxious-maybe a little of both.

With a sigh, you tried to focus back on the teacher's lecture, though your mind was elsewhere.

Turning 18 meant you'd finally be the same age as everyone else in your year.

The class ended, before you realise that, whatever the teacher spoke went in one ear and out the other, Fantastic! Now you were clueless about the chapter and would have to head to the library to study. "Just amazing," you muttered sarcastically under your breath.

As you left the classroom, someone bumped into you in a hurry. "Sorry!" the guy called out as he rushed past. You recognized him instantly-Tim Drake, one of Bruce Wayne's adopted sons, and one of the richest guys in Gotham.

He's one of the 3rd years, in the computer science major, same as you. The two of you even share some of your classes. And yet despite this.

You hadn't talked to him, or really to anyone at this college if you were to be honest. You were more of an introvert... wait, don’t introverts also have friends, but you didn't. A small laugh escaped you at the thought.

It wasn't always like this though,. You used to have friends, but then COVID happened, and all your social skills vanished. There wasn’t much to begin with, but it dropped to zero after that.

And iIf that wasn't bad enough, your mom got transferred to another city for her work, and guess what? It was Gotham City, the crime capital. Thankfully, the one year you'd spent here had been normal,well as normal as it could be in Gotham.

Being suddenly moved, in the middle of your last year of high school mind you, wasn't great. By the time you arrived everyone had their own friend groups, and you didn't fit into any of them. Your lack of social skills not helping either.

High school came and went, college started, but your chances of making friends? Nope, that still seemed like a pipe dream that would never happen.

You headed to your next class, passing the art club where you overheard people talking about Damian Wayne.

Another Wayne? You rolled your eyes at the name. You weren't really fond of the rich kids- most of them weren't great.

But then again, this was Gotham State University, and a lot of rich kids were here. To this day, you still had no idea how your mom managed to get you into this college. Did her job really pay that much? Definitely not.

Not caring much about it, you took a seat in an empty spot and watched the day fly by.

That was your norm- going to college, judge people,head home to do your course work and other stuff, then repeat, it was a cycle

It was seriously boring.

Guess that's the life of a side character for you.

Your attention shifted as you heard your name being called by your mom. "Are you still wearing that pendant?" Of course, that was the question she always asked. You knew her obsession with that pendant all too well. Whenever you were asked, she would respond with, "You must wear that pendant forever and never take it off, even for a second."

At this point, you were used to it, but still, her asking the same question every week for years kind of got on your nerves. "Yes, Mom, I am." You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you continued to watch TV.

Your mom did her usual routine, reminding you not to open the door for strangers (typical mom) and telling you what food was in the refrigerator before heading off to work.

Your mom was hardly home; like 90% of the time, she was at work. You didn't blame her for that now that you were older. She was a single mom working hard to support both of you.

Well, you tried not to blame her, at least. But there were still those moments.

Now the movie you were watching didn't seem fun anymore because of those thoughts. Cursing under your breath, you turned off the TV and headed to your room, passing by the mirror.

Stopping in your tracks and stepping back, you stared at your reflection. You looked normal; nothing seemed out of place, but you could have sworn you saw something whilst walking past it.

You shrugged it off and went to your room, chalking it up to your imagination.

The next few days went by and it's the night before your birthday. You're alone in the house, because of course your mom has work to take care of.

The next few days passed in a blur, and soon it was the night before your birthday. You were alone in the house, of course, since your mom had to work -again.

You were her only child, yet she didn't even have time for your 18th birthday. "Amazing mom," you muttered, trying to push down the bitterness creeping in. You scrolled aimlessly through your phone, distracting yourself from the thoughts swirling in your mind.

You watched the clock hit 11:48 and decided you might as well get that cupcake out and blow some candles- that's the only thing you can blow anyway.

As you moved around the kitchen, you kept catching glimpses of strange things out of the corner of your eye-like objects floating slightly before settling down. But every time you turned, everything seemed perfectly normal.

You shook your head, Maybe you were getting sleepy? You really hoped that was the case because you were not up for a ghost fight on your birthday.

By the time you set up the cupcake, the clock read 11:58. Just two more minutes, and you'd officially be 18- meaning you won't be able to use your 'sir I'm a minor' card but hey, you could at least legally drink wine now... if you could afford any.

You quickly lit up the candle and waited till the clock hit 12

"Happy birthday to me" you wished right on midnight as you closed your eyes to blow out the candle "I hope for a change this year"

Opening your eyes expecting to see the same old living room only to be met with a pair of bloody red eyes staring at you from High up.

A wave of fear washed over you making your body freeze. As you took in your surroundings, you were indeed not in your living room anymore. This wasn’t what you meant when you wished for a change this year...

"Worry not, my child," a deep voice echoed. you can't see its face or what it is, all you see is a shadow like figure on a throne which was placed on.... your eyes widened as you realized it was human skulls.

Oh you were a goner, you just knew it.

"You are not a goner" Did he- guessing by the voice- read your thoughts? You weren't even gonna question how, none of this was making sense so it's better to just not use the logical side of your brain and just roll with it.

"You must have a lot of questions," he spoke, amusement clear in his voice, as he rested his cheek on his hand.

You nodded, you definitely did.

"Good, let's add one more" he pointed at you, more specifically at your clothes.

"Huh?" You looked down and felt your face heat up. Your outfit wasn't the one you'd been wearing-it was something much more revealing, leaving you scrambling to cover yourself with your hands.

"What is going on?" you stammered, cheeks flushed.

The figure burst into laughter, seeming to enjoy your reaction a little too much. Finally, after calming down, he explained.

According to him, you were a succubus. A... what now?!

And hence the reason for things floating around in the air and you seeing stuff in the mirror.

Did it make sense? No, absolutely not. Was he gonna explain more? It didn't seem like it.

"So you’re saying.... that I have to have.... sex with.... guys now?" you asked, cutting to the question weighing on your mind

"Girls work too," he replied you could hear the smirk from his tone.

Your jaw dropped at his casual response. "Girls work too"? This was insane. You barely managed to talk to people as it was, and now you were expected to seduce them? The thought alone made you want to dig a hole and hide in it.

"So, let me get this straight," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "You're telling me that, overnight, I turned into... a succubus. And now I have to... you know... with people? Just to survive?"

The shadow figure leaned back in his throne, still smirking. "That's the short version, yes. But it's not quite as dire as you're imagining." He seemed amused, as if he could see the whirlwind of emotions playing out on your face. "You'll get used to it. Besides, a succubus's charm is automatic. Your appeal will increase naturally, even without you trying."

You blinked, taking a shaky breath. This was all too much. "But why me? Why now? I've gone my whole life without... without feeling like this."

"That's the way it works," he said simply. "Eighteen is the age when your powers awaken. And now that they have, you'll start to feel new urges and... influences."

Influences? That didn't sound reassuring.

"Here's how it works," he continued, clearly enjoying your unease. "When you're in your succubus form, your personality will shift to help you attract... let's say, energy sources. You won't even recognize yourself. And in your regular form, you'll be-"

"Shy and quiet?" you guessed dryly, crossing your arms over your revealing outfit. "Because that's how I normally am."

"Precisely," he replied, giving you an almost fatherly nod. "But in your other form, you'll become... well, let's call it 'confident.' All of this will be second nature soon enough."

This wasn't exactly reassuring, but you nodded, still struggling to process everything. Then a thought struck you, and you bit your lip. "So... if I need energy, does that mean I... you know... with anyone who-"

"Relax," he cut in smoothly. "You don't have to go that far if you're not comfortable with it. Succubi draw energy in a lot of ways: touch, presence, even just eye contact. What matters is connection. The deeper the connection, the stronger the energy you receive."

You let out a sigh of relief. That, at least, took some pressure off. But even then, none of this felt remotely possible for you.

"How will I even know when to... when to switch forms or get energy? I have no idea what I'm doing!"

The figure let out an amused chuckle "Ah, but that's the fun of it, isn't it? You'll learn as you go. The instincts are within you, even if they're dormant right now. When you need them, they'll surface."

He rose from his throne, the shadowy shape growing even larger as he seemed to loom over you. "And remember, child," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "You have a gift. Use it wisely-and sparingly. Too much charm, too quickly, could draw attention... and not the good kind."

With that final ominous warning, he snapped his fingers, and the room around you began to swirl and blur, as if reality itself was being pulled out from under your feet.

Before you could react, you found yourself back in your living room, alone and staring at the cupcake in front of you, the candle still flickering.

You blinked, heart racing. "Did that... really happen?"

Just then, your phone buzzed, snapping you back to reality. A birthday text from your mom.

You ignored the message and blew out the candle, the excitement from earlier completely drained. As you reached out to remove the candle, you froze. Your clothes... they hadn't changed back to normal.

So, that really did happen...

Heart pounding, you ran to the mirror. Standing in front of it, you realized two things. First: you actually looked... really hot. And second: your appearance had changed. Your eyes were now a striking pink, and small, barely-there horns peeked out from the top of your head.

Curious, you reached up to touch one of them- only to let out a surprised whine. Sensitive. Those little horns were tiny but extremely sensitive.

"How do I change back to normal?" you muttered with a nervous laugh,thinking of every scenario this could go wrong.

Shoulders slumping, you trudged back to your cupcake, peeled off the wrapper, and stuffed the whole thing into your mouth. You probably looked like a chipmunk, but who cared? You had bigger problems-like, for instance, the horns or the bright pink eyes.

As you chewed, you couldn't help but wonder who-or what-that shadowy figure was. He seemed to know way more than he was letting on.

But... how exactly were you supposed to summon him again? You tried doing a strange little "summoning dance," waving your arms around in a circle, but nothing happened.

Wait a second. Weren't succubus supposed to have superpowers? That would be amazing! You'd always wanted powers like Superman or Wonder Woman.

The real problem was... how on earth were you supposed to activate these so-called powers?

Stepping out onto the balcony, you stared at... the wall across from you. Not the most inspiring view-just the brick wall of the building next door, practically in arm's reach. You let out a sigh. "Well, it's not like I'm swinging across rooftops anytime soon," you muttered.

Still... maybe you could try something. Like super strength! Or maybe some kind of powerful leap? Not that you were about to actually jump off the balcony- you weren't that reckless, but if you had powers, how were you supposed to... what, think power on? Activate?

You stretched your arms forward dramatically. "Powers, activate!" Nothing happened. You waved your hands around a bit, wiggled your fingers, even struck a ridiculous pose for good measure. Nada.

"Well, that's disappointing," you grumbled, heading back inside quietly before anyone saw you looking like a wannabe superhero.

Or so you tried to-until you stepped right onto that one loose board on the balcony. The next thing you knew, your ankle twisted in the ridiculously high heels that came with this outfit, and suddenly, you were tilting forward with nothing to grab onto.

And just like that, you found yourself tumbling over the edge.

"Oh, crap! Crap, crap, crap!" you screamed in panic as you fall from the third floor, arms flailing like a bird that had no idea how to fly.

Your mind raced in pure panic as the ground rushed closer. 'This is it' you thought. You just became a succubus and You're about to be a splat on the pavement. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But... it never came.

Instead, you felt a strange pull at your core, and you slowed down, hovering just a few feet above the ground. You opened your eyes cautiously, and sure enough, you were floating there mid-air, bobbing slightly like a very confused balloon.

You blinked, stunned. "Did I... just fly?"

Testing it out, you tried to move forward. You wobbled awkwardly, managing to drift a few feet before tilting sideways, nearly tipping over. Okay, this was gonna take some practice.

Still floating, you managed to get back up to your balcony, though not without a few embarrassing bumps along the way.-we don't talk about that- When you finally got back over the railing and landed safely, you let out a deep breath, half-relieved, half-excited.

"So I have powers," you muttered, grinning in spite of yourself.

And behold, this was the moment a very dumb idea went through your head. Did I mention it was dumb? Because, yeah, it was very dumb.

Without a second thought, you decided you might as well check out Gotham at night. Hey, it was a great excuse to test out your powers, right?

With that brilliant thought in mind, you stepped onto the railing of your balcony and, this time, willingly jumped off. Floating in midair, you felt that thrill again-flying was actually getting easier! Or, so you thought. One glance to the left, and suddenly you were veering off course, wobbling wildly as you struggled to stay steady.

You almost crashed right into the huge Wayne Enterprises billboard, narrowly avoiding it by flailing your arms and kicking your legs like a panicked duck.

You found yourself butt-landing onto a fire escape, the metal steps clanging loud enough to make you wince. So much for a graceful first flight.

"Ow," you muttered, rubbing your sore backside. At least you didn't end up face-first in a dumpster. That was something, right?

You pushed yourself up, dusted off, and looked around to make sure no one had seen that very professional landing.

Thankfully, this part of Gotham is usually empty half the time, sparing you from total embarrassment.

You considered that maybe flying wasn't the best idea after all, so you opted for the stairs instead-only to regret that decision a second later.

Those metal stairs combined with your high, pointy heels-which you had no idea how you managed to walk in-were a disaster waiting to happen. Your heels kept getting stuck in the small gaps between the stairs, turning what should have been a simple task into a clumsy game of balance.

Somehow, you managed to get down the stairs and stayed in the shadows, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. As you walked, you stumbled upon what appeared to be a bank robbery.

The bank was small, tucked away in a shady area-no wonder there were no police around. Let's be honest: the police in Gotham really don't do shit anyway. And God knows where vigilantes were...

You gripped the little clothing you had on, your feet glued to the floor-not because of the metal stairs this time, but out of sheer hesitation.

Here's the thing: you may have newfound powers, but you weren't a vigilante. You had no idea how to fight or even how to use your abilities yet. Rushing in recklessly to save people you didn't even know? Not the best plan.

Plus, Batman or one of his allies would probably show up and handle the situation, right?

That was the plan, right...?

Then a loud scream echoed through the air, followed by a gunshot, and your heart stopped. Someone could be dead right now, and you had the power to save them.

But you weren't a vigilante; you were merely a succubus, a very new one too.

"Go," a calm but familiar voice echoed in your ear, and before you could process what was happening, you found yourself sprinting toward the bank. Peering through the windows, you spotted three masked men holding a few bank staff hostage. Luckily, there weren't any customers inside-thankfully, they were closed for the night.

If you remembered correctly, the shadow figure had mentioned that you had the ability to charm people. Maybe that could come in handy?

Glancing around, you searched for a way in. The front door was clearly not an option, and as you walked around the building, you didn't find a back door either. But then, you spotted it: a bathroom window just large enough for you to squeeze through.

Were you seriously about to do this?

You took a deep breath, letting the anticipation wash over you. "You're supposed to do crazy things on your 18th birthday, right?" With an awkward laugh, you opened the window and began to climb in-only to find yourself stuck halfway through, your legs kicking awkwardly as you tried to free yourself.

"Yeah no I'm not going to end up being the stuck stepsister of the night," you muttered, finally wriggling yourself free and tumbling into the small bathroom with a thud.

You glanced around, taking a moment to catch your breath. "Okay, focus," you whispered to yourself.

It seemed the loud thud had caught the attention of one of the thieves, and the door swung open to reveal one of them standing in front of you, gun in hand.

"Um..." you stammered awkwardly, standing there like a deer caught in headlights. How were you supposed to charm this guy again?

You tried winking-after all, that's what people do to charm someone, right?

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, his expression a mix of confusion and irritation.

Yep, that didn't work at all. You were definitely done for.

"I... I'm just a girl," you blurted out, trying to sound as harmless as possible.

But instead of calming him down, your words seemed to fuel his anger. He raised the gun and fired, but thankfully, you managed to duck just in time, letting out a small scream as you covered your head with your arms.

"Actually... you don't look so bad," he said, his eyes darkening as he sized you up with a new, unsettling interest.

You cringed at his words, hearing his footsteps approach as he towered over your crouched form. Just as he leaned in to grab you, you shot up, your head colliding with his chin. He staggered backward and dropped to the floor, completely knocked out.

Wait... did that actually work? That hadn't exactly been your plan, but hey, you weren't complaining.

Seeing him sprawled out on the ground made you feel a spark of confidence. You grinned and stepped over his unconscious form, making sure to grind your heel into the hand that had nearly grabbed you. "Oh," you muttered, noticing his gun. Quickly, you grabbed it-you might need a little extra help.

Alright, one down, two more to go.

Peeking out the door, you saw one of the other robbers tapping his foot impatiently. "What's taking that idiot so long?" he grumbled, glancing around.

Most of the bank staff were tied up, while two unlucky ones were filling a bag with cash at gunpoint. You bit your lip, trying to think. Maybe you could lure one of them away? You definitely can't two men at once, especially since this was your first time.

"Where are the vigilantes when you need them?" you mumbled, pressing your face into your palm in frustration. "If only I could turn invisible..."

Suddenly, you noticed your hand start to go translucent. You stared, wide-eyed, as the rest of your body began fading too. "I'm not freaking out... I'm not freaking out... I'm freaking out!" you whispered to yourself, resisting the urge to yell.

You'd wanted to turn invisible, but this was surreal-like being a ghost!

Were you going to complain? Absolutely not. After your momentary panic, a wicked grin spread across your face. you rubbed your hands together like a fly- wait why like a fly?

You crept out of the door without a sound, approaching one of the robbers. With a swift punch to his face, he crumpled to the ground, catching the attention of his partner. Before he could react, you followed up with a well-placed kick to his...pp area. Both men went down, groaning on the floor.

Quickly, you gathered their weapons, but after glancing around, you realized you didn't have any rope or anything to tie them up with. Letting out a sigh, you began thinking of your next move, when your ears picked up stood steps approaching.

It seems your senses have been improved.

The front doors burst open, and a vigilante strode in. You quietly tiptoed to the side, raising an eyebrow. What kind of hero just barges in through the front door? You rolled your eyes, watching as he surveyed the scene in confusion.

Just as you thought you could slip out, he whipped out a baton and threw it your way. "Wha-!" You barely managed to dodge it, shooting him side eyes.

"Can't have you sneaking away now, can I?" he said smoothly, his gaze following your movement. Wait... could he see you? You glanced down, still invisible. How did he know?

Picking your jaw off the floor, you started to say something, but quickly changed your mind. He was nightwing, trained by Batman himself, so of course he'd sense someone was there.

You let out a small sigh and turned off your invisibility, meeting his now slightly widened eyes. He recovered quickly, though, looking unfazed.

"There's one unconscious in the bathroom," you said confidently, gesturing with a nod toward the door.

He glanced down at the two men on the ground, too dazed to move. "You... did all this?"

You nodded, but before he could ask another question, you bolted toward the door-or at least, you tried to. Just as you were about to step outside, his hand shot out, grabbing you firmly and stopping you in your tracks.

"Ah-!" you squeaked, pausing with a pout. "I'm not a villain," you insisted, crossing your arms with as much indignation as you could muster.

He raised an eyebrow. "Then who are you?"

You blinked, holding his gaze, before a mischievous smirk spread across your face. Your eyes glowed a little more pink as you leaned in, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "The girl who's going to haunt your dirtiest dreams."

Before he could even react, you somehow slipped out of his grip, leaving him standing there bewildered as you sprinted out of the bank.

Not looking back, you floated all the way back to your apartment, bumping into things left and right. Each impact made you cringe a little harder-not just from the bumps, but from the embarrassing line you'd dropped earlier. "The girl who will appear in your dirtiest dream?" Seriously? You wanted to disappear just thinking about it.

As soon as you got inside, you headed straight for the couch, burying your face in a pillow with a groan. The scene replayed in your head on a loop for a good 30 minutes before you finally managed to shift your focus to something else: how on earth to turn back to normal.

Rolling onto your side, you caught a glint of something under the coffee table. Reaching out lazily, you pulled it closer and realized it was the pendant-the one you were supposed to keep on you at all times. Without thinking, you slipped it back around your neck.

And just like that, your clothes transformed back to normal.

You rushed over to the mirror and sure enough, you looked like yourself again-mostly. Your eyes still held a slight hint of pink, but you doubted anyone would notice.

Curious, you decided to test your theory. Taking off the pendant, you watched as the tiny horns reappeared. So that was the trick!

"Oh, cool" you mumbled under your breath, putting it back on.

Maybe it was the adrenaline finally wearing off, or the sheer chaos of tonight catching up with you, but you felt yourself teetering on the edge of exhaustion, just one step away from crashing right there in the living room.

But no-somehow, you managed to scrape together the last bit of energy to drag yourself toward your bedroom. Your steps were slow, heavy, almost zombie-like. If anyone saw you now, they might actually mistake you for the undead, stumbling down the hall with only the thought of collapsing on your bed keeping you moving.

You let out a tired sigh, replaying flashes of the night in your mind. The discovery, the thrill, the whole insane twist your life took in just a few short hours. And now...you were supposed to go back to normal? Act like this was just another day at college?

Flopping onto your bed, you closed your eyes, leaving the problems to the future you to deal with as you let the sleep fairy take you to the dreamland.

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chapter seven. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — yu jimin.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — just really fluffy, they take a little risk, kissing, let me know if there's more!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 4.1k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— they're so cute i love them

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again, the universe seems to be on jimin's side, as it's currently raining in la, meaning the shoot for the music video is delayed until the late evening. it's a small blessing, one that's welcomed by all, but most especially by the two of you. it means she and the entire group will have the day off, and the two of you can spend it together.

your first thought is to take her out somewhere nice, and you almost suggest the beach or the pier before realizing how stupid that would be. it's raining. instead, the two of you decide to cook breakfast together before deciding that later you're going to spend the rest of the day doing what you love most—binging netflix.

there's a sense of domesticity, cooking together, as if the two of you have been doing this for years. you move around the kitchen with ease, like two well-oiled machines. every so often, her arm brushes against yours, and she offers you a small, apologetic smile, but neither of you is really sorry. you don't mind the physical contact, the casual touches, the way her presence puts you at ease.

she wonders if you've ever thought of moving to korea. if you'd consider it.

it's crossed jimin's mind before. that you moving to korea would mean being closer to her and your grandma. that you could go from being an international artist to a soloist in korea without any dent to your career. she knows that there are a million different factors that go into that decision, but she can't help but hope that you'll at least consider it.

to imagine more moments like this, just the two of you. moments that aren't limited to a few days, weeks, or months. moments that could become routine, part of everyday life. she wants that so badly, more than anything, but it's a pipe dream, a fantasy. she can't ask that of you. she can't expect you to move to korea, especially since your entire career has taken place in the us. she's being selfish, and she knows it.

and maybe it's too early to bring up such a serious topic.

you're chopping some veggies, and she's scrambling eggs when she clears her throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "y/n."

"hmm?"

she doesn't answer right away, and for a moment, you're worried, but then she sighs, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "can i ask you something?"

you glance up, a curious expression on your face. "mhm."

"do you wanna go out tonight?"

you blink, caught off guard by the question. "go out?"

"yeah," she says, setting the spatula down and leaning against the counter. she takes in the sight of you, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and bites her lip, considering her next words carefully. "like… dinner. somewhere nice. just us."

for a moment, you're quiet, processing her words. it's not that the idea of going out with her feels odd—it doesn't. the two of you have shared countless meals together at cozy cafes, diners, and restaurants, and those moments have always been a lot of fun. but those outings could easily pass as casual, as something platonic to anyone watching. besides, you've always gone out in disguises, hiding behind caps, masks, and oversized hoodies.

you've worked so hard to keep your personal life yours. after everything—your career, your family, your past relationships—you've learned how important it is to keep certain pieces of yourself guarded.

but then there's jimin, standing across from you, looking at you like she's waiting for the ground to swallow her up because you still haven't said anything.

and suddenly, all those reasons to stay quiet feel like excuses.

"won't that… i don't know, get us caught?" you finally say, the words leaving your mouth slowly, cautiously.

her expression falters for just a second before she shrugs, a small, almost defiant smile tugging at her lips. "maybe. but maybe not. maybe, if we're lucky, no one will even notice. or maybe they will, but who cares?"

"jimin…"

she shakes her head before you can finish, pushing off the counter and moving closer, close enough that she has to tilt her head up slightly to meet your eyes. "i'm serious, y/n. i know we've been careful so far, and it's been great. but… don't you want to stop hiding? just for one night? don't you want to just be able to sit across from me and hold my hand and talk without worrying about anyone catching us? doesn't that sound nice?"

the thought of it—of sitting across from her in a restaurant, a normal, unbothered, romantic restaurant, the two of you dressed up, your eyes only on each other, not caring who sees, not worrying about the consequences—it makes your heart swell. to hold her hand in public, to laugh too loud at a joke she tells over dinner without worrying who might be watching.

you want it. you do. so badly.

but why risk something so perfect and pure for a fleeting moment of freedom? what if it all goes wrong?

"i don't know, jimin. are you sure? we could just go somewhere else, somewhere—"

"somewhere with masks and hats and sweatshirts, yeah," she says, an edge to her tone.

you frown, feeling your own frustration building.

"we always do that. i don't want to. for once, i want it to just be the two of us."

"but—"

"please, y/n. don't you want to see me dressed up?" she asks, a hint of teasing in her voice.

you stare at her, words caught in your throat. of course you do. who wouldn't? but the risk…

"if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to. but i think it'll be worth it."

"okay," you murmur, barely audible.

her brows lift, her lips parting slightly. "okay?"

you take a deep breath and try again, this time louder, steadier. "okay. let's do it."

the smile that spreads across her face is so bright it almost makes you forget why you were hesitating in the first place. almost.

her excitement is contagious, though, and when she steps forward to loop her arms around your neck, a giddy feeling blooms in your chest. she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back, her hands slipping down to your shoulders.

"okay," she echoes, her eyes glittering.

"i just hope i won't embarrass you," you joke, earning an eye roll from her.

"trust me, there's nothing embarrassing about you." she says, a playful glint in her eyes.

"that's debatable." you grin, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips.

her giggle is muffled by your lips, but her grip on your shirt tightens, keeping you in place.

your doorbell rings, and you raise an eyebrow, confused. you're not expecting anyone. you let go of her, stepping aside, and cautiously make your way to the door, wondering who could be interrupting this early.

jimin turns her focus back to the stove. it smells amazing.

"you've got to be kidding me!" you yell from the entryway.

her head snaps up, her eyes widening in surprise; for a moment, panic surges—who's at the door? what happened? but before she can move, she hears footsteps and sees you returning to the kitchen, practically dragging a man in a headlock.

"ah! y/n…s..top! i can't breathe!" he exclaims, and it's not until you hear his voice that she recognizes him. it's jamie, your manager, who's currently being held hostage by you. he hits your arm, trying to break free, but you only tighten your grip, an annoyed expression on your face.

"what the hell are you doing here?" you demand, and he groans, struggling against your hold.

"i need you to sign some papers," he says, his words muffled as you tighten your hold on his neck.

"no. now go away."

he manages to break free, and he staggers back, gasping for air, his hands on his knees. "jesus, y/n. can't you give me a break?"

"i'm on vacation, remember?" you remind him.

he sighs, standing up straight and straightening his shirt. "i know, and i'm sorry. it's just—" then he glances around, and the moment his eyes land on jimin, he freezes. "k-karina?"

she waves, giving him a shy smile. he's completely frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open. jamie's gaze darts between the two of you—the sight of your clothes on her body, the breakfast, the casualness of the entire situation.

"hi," she greets him with a small wave, her cheeks tinted pink.

"hi," he repeats, his voice strained.

he presses his lips together, humming a familiar tune under his breath as if trying to block out whatever he's thinking. you and jimin exchange a look, both fighting the urge to laugh. jamie, however, seems determined to play it cool, though his attempts are anything but subtle. he takes a deep breath, pulling out a folder from his bag and holding it out to you.

"here," he says, "these need your signature. i would've emailed, but—"

"you know i don't check emails," you cut him off, and he lets out a long-suffering sigh.

"exactly. and your phone's been going straight to voicemail."

"oh…" you frown, glancing at the stairs. "it's probably dead. be right back."

you dart off, sliding across the wood floor in your socks as you head to your room. jamie watches you disappear, then turns to jimin, who's trying her best to focus on plating the eggs but is clearly dying of embarrassment.

"so," he starts, his voice low but not unfriendly. "how long has this been a thing?"

jimin stiffens, her hands stilling for a moment before she sets the spatula down and turns to him. "um… for a bit," she admits, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

jamie hums, nodding. he takes a few steps closer, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. jamie hums, nodding. he takes a few steps closer, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest.

"look," he says, his tone softening. "y/n's like a little sister to me. and she's…"

he pauses, choosing his words carefully. "she's an emotional kid. not in a bad way," he adds quickly, seeing jimin's expression shift. "she's just…she can be a lot to handle sometimes. it's just her nature. she feels everything so deeply. and that's great for her music, but in her personal life? it can be a lot."

jimin nods slowly, unsure of where he's going with this.

"she's been through so much," jamie continues. "she never really got to be a kid, y'know? always working, always under pressure. she's finally allowing herself to have some fun. and i'm glad. she deserves it."

jimin swallows thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. "so…what are you saying?" she says quietly. it feels like she's being lectured by a parent. a parent whose daughter is dating a bad influence.

"look, i'm not saying this to scare you off," jamie says, his voice gentle. "i just…i need to know you're serious. because the last thing she needs right now, in the middle of working on her album, is something she can't handle."

"i am serious," she says softly. "i care about her. a lot."

jamie studies her for a moment, then nods, seemingly satisfied. "alright," he says, pushing off the counter. "i'll take your word for it. for now."

before jimin can respond, you come barreling back into the kitchen, your phone in hand. "it was dead," you announce, waving it in the air. "happy now?"

jamie smirks, holding out the folder again. "ecstatic. now, sign these so i can leave you two lovebirds alone."

you groan, snatching the folder from him and shooting him a glare. "you're the worst." you sit at the kitchen island flipping through the papers, skimming over them. most of it is just legal stuff, terms and conditions for upcoming projects. you skim over the pages, signing and dating where needed.

"and yet, you'd be lost without me," he shoots back, a smug grin on his face.

jimin laughs quietly, the tension in her chest easing as she watches the two of you bicker. despite his earlier words, it's clear jamie cares deeply for you, and she can't help but feel grateful for that.

as she watches you argue, her mind wanders, and her smile fades. does everyone think that about you? that you're some fragile little girl who can't handle a relationship?

you glance at her, noticing her pensive expression, and immediately, your irritation dissipates. your brow furrows, and you shoot her a concerned look, which only makes her look away, embarrassed.

"alright," jamie sighs, taking the folder from you and flipping it closed. "i should get going. i'm sure you two have… plans. he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a glare from you.

"get out," you huff, but there's no bite to your words.

"see you soon, y/n," he says, giving you a wave. "it was nice seeing you again, karina."

she gives him a small smile. "you too."

with that, he turns and heads for the front door, his footsteps echoing as he makes his way through the house. once he's gone, the two of you turn to each other, an awkward silence settling between you.

"i'm sorry about him," you say, breaking the silence first. "he can be a bit much."

she shakes her head, laughing softly. "it's okay. i know he's just looking out for you."

"yeah, but still," you mutter, frowning. "i just hate that people feel the need to meddle," you continue, running a hand through your hair, frustrated. "i'm fine. i can handle myself."

jimin watches you carefully, her eyes softening. "i know you can," she says, her voice gentle. "but i also know how much pressure you put on yourself. and i just… i want to make sure you're okay, y/n."

your heart clenches, and you swallow hard, the lump in your throat refusing to budge. the fact that she's worried about you, the fact that she's putting your well-being above everything else, it's… it's more than you could've asked for.

"i am," you finally say, clearing your throat. "really. i'm fine."

she smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she reaches for you. her hand finds yours, her fingers intertwining with yours.

after breakfast, jimin decided it'd be best for her to check on her members before your plans later that evening. you watched her gather her things, her delicate fingers brushing through her hair as she hummed softly. before she left, she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small smile playing at her lips.

"i'll see you tonight."

you waved goodbye to her, and before the door even closed, a warmth spread through you. it was a feeling you had grown accustomed to, a feeling that only grew the more you got to know her. a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar the more time you spent together. a feeling that, in spite of everything, seemed to be getting stronger.

and then, when the time finally came, the two of you made your way down the streets of los angeles, the evening sun setting over the city. it was a short drive from your home to the restaurant, the two of you sitting comfortably in the backseat while your driver navigated the evening traffic. occasionally, your eyes would meet, and the shy smiles that followed betrayed just how nervous yet exhilarated you both were.

the restaurant itself was tucked away, the entrance hidden among a row of shops and restaurants. as your car pulled up, a valet opened the door, and you and jimin exited the vehicle. as you stood there, her hand wrapped around your elbow, the two of you looked at each other, both smiling at how perfect the night was.

you led her inside, her arm still hooked in yours, and you were immediately greeted by a host, who promptly guided you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. it was a private space, one that afforded you both the luxury of not having to hide.

"you're ordering for the both of us," you said with a sly grin, not looking up from the menu.

her eyes widened. "me? why me?"

"because," you shrugged, "you're the guest, which means you get the honor of ordering. plus, your english is good. don't act like it's not."

she narrowed her eyes, clutching the menu as if it might shield her from your teasing. "i hate you," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible but still eliciting a laugh from you. she raised her fist in a half-hearted threat but quickly put it down when the waiter appeared, a friendly smile on his face.

jimin glanced over the menu, her brows furrowed in concentration as she took her time deciding. she ordered two dishes—one a pasta dish and the other a seafood soup—both of which sounded amazing. she kept glancing at you between sentences, like she was checking if she was doing okay, and every time, you gave her a little smile to let her know she was.

she handled it perfectly—not that you expected anything less—and when the waiter left, you couldn't hide the proud grin on your face.

"you nailed it," you said casually, and she just gave a small shrug, but you could tell she was pleased with herself.

from there, the night flowed so easily it almost felt unreal. the appetizers came out, and before you knew it, you were both sharing stories, laughing over little things, and swapping bites of food like it was the most natural thing in the world. you didn't have to worry about who was listening or what anyone thought—it was just the two of you, and that was all you needed.

"oh my god," she exclaimed, her mouth full of food, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk.

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling that flutter in your chest that always seemed to happen when she was around. you had been in the middle of telling a funny story, but as you watched her, the punchline completely slipped your mind.

her laugh filled the quiet space of the restaurant, the sound light and infectious. it made her throw her head back just a little, her eyes crinkling in that adorable way you loved. the smile on her face was so contagious you couldn't stop yourself from grinning too.

and then there was the way she looked at you—like you were the only person in the world, like whatever you were saying was the most important thing she'd ever heard, even if it wasn't.

you tried to keep going, taking a sip of water to clear your head, but your words started to blur together. she was still staring at you, her lips curling into that lopsided grin of hers.

as the night went on and the restaurant quieted down, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, nursing cocktails neither of you had ordered but happily accepted because they looked pretty. it was a cozy little bar, dimly lit with soft music playing in the background. jimin stood beside you, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the edge of the counter.

neither of you were drunk—just a little tipsy, a warm buzz spreading through you. the atmosphere was calm, relaxed. the bartender kept an eye on you two but didn't interrupt, letting you enjoy your space.

it was nice. soothing, even.

you sat there, watching her with a smile tugging at your lips. you loved seeing her like this, relaxed and being herself, not performing or trying to impress anyone. she wasn't trying to be anything she wasn't. you loved the way her hair fell over her shoulder and how she kept running her fingers through it, the little things that made her, well, her.

she looked like she was about to say something, but instead, she took a step closer to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in. slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. the sweet taste of the cocktail lingered on her tongue, and when her lips parted against yours, it felt like everything around you faded away.

the only thing that mattered was her, the taste of her, and the warmth of her breath on your skin.

she pulled away first, her eyes meeting yours, and she smiled. the way her eyes sparkled made it clear she knew exactly how you felt—because you were thinking the same thing.

the night went on, and the city outside continued to hum, but the two of you stayed wrapped in your own little bubble, where nothing else seemed to matter but the magic of the moment.

eventually, the night came to an end, and the two of you walked back to the car, hand in hand. the soft glow of the streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, the rain now just a drizzle. the streets were nearly empty, the nightlife long gone.

it was a rare quiet moment—just the two of you, no cameras, no crowds, no distractions. the rain had slowed to a light mist, and the clouds had parted enough for the moon to peek out, casting a faint silver light on the sidewalk.

you were lost in your thoughts, replaying the night in your head. your heart felt lighter, the weight of the day gone, replaced with a calmness you hadn't expected.

jimin squeezed your hand, snapping you out of it.

you turned to look at her, the light casting shadows across her face, and she was glowing. her eyes sparkled, and there was this soft, content smile on her lips. she was radiant, and in that moment, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to be with her.

she was so beautiful, almost ethereal, like you were walking beside a goddess.

"penny for your thoughts?" she asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

you smiled, your heart skipping a beat. "just thinking about you."

"is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, amused.

you nodded, not even trying to hide the grin on your face. "mhm."

she waited for you to say more, and though you wanted to stay quiet and savor the simplicity of the night, you couldn't resist.

"i was just thinking about how lucky i am. to be here with you, walking like this."

she blushed, looking away for a second.

"and," you added, taking a deep breath, "how lucky i am that you came into my life. i didn't think i could feel this happy again."

her cheeks turned even redder, and she reached for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours.

"i'm the lucky one," she said quietly, her voice barely audible, the faintest smile pulling at her lips.

"we'll have to agree to disagree," you replied, squeezing her hand, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence.

the car pulled up, and the driver jumped out, opening the door for both of you.

on the ride back to the hotel, you were both laughing, and the whole time, you were acutely aware of how close jimin was to you. her head rested on your shoulder, her arm around yours, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your forearm.

when the car pulled up to the hotel, the two of you didn't move, and the driver cleared his throat, a hint of amusement in his voice. "we're here."

reluctantly, she pulled away from you a pout on her lips, and you chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. her eyes fluttered closed, and her nose scrunched up as if she were trying not to laugh. you couldn't help but think about how cute she was.

slowly, she opened her eyes, a small, shy smile on her lips.

"thanks," she murmured, her cheeks flushed.

"always," you replied, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

her smile widened, and she pressed a kiss to your lips, her hands resting gently on either side of your face. it was quick, soft, and tender, and it left your lips tingling. and when she pulled away, she pressed her lips to your again, and again, and again.

you giggled, breaking the kiss. "alright, alright. you need to get some sleep."

she sighed, but there was a playfulness in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling upwards.

"you're right," she said, reaching for the door handle, the door swinging open. you continued watching her as she stepped out of the car, the cool night air making her hair flutter slightly. she turned back, giving you one last smile before she started walking toward the hotel entrance.

your chest tightened a little, not wanting the moment to end just yet. before you could fully process the thought, you rolled down the window on the other side of the car.

"jimin," you called softly.

she stopped immediately and turned around and without hesitation, she jogged back to the car. her hands found your face again, and she leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips. this one was longer as if she were trying to capture the feeling of the night and keep it forever.

"i'll call you later, okay?"

you nodded, leaning into her touch, a small sigh escaping your lips.

"okay," she said softly, her eyes lingering on yours.

"bye."

you smiled, and her hand fell from your face as she turned to walk back toward the hotel.

"goodnight, y/n," she called over her shoulder.

"night, love."

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