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nnight-dances · 9 months

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CHERRY-FLAVOURED

PAIRING: choi seungcheol x f!reader (ft. kwon soonyoung & kim mingyu)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: small town au!, exes to lovers, jealousy, idiots in love, fake dating (w/ soonyoung), you own a small bookstore and i never mention what seungcheol does (but just know he's rich).

RECOMMENDED: reading ADORABLY, YOURS before this, since this is the same seungcheol and i make a few references to what happened there.

"Oh, did you hear? Seungcheol's back in town!" Nayeon calls out with a lopsided smile she thinks is inconspicuous. You think it's obnoxious.

But you don't let her know how much the news bothers you, pretending to instead by absorbed in currently trying to get your hair to sit right in a ponytail. "Sure," you reply, not breaking eye-contact with yourself in the mirror.

Your roommate quickly catches though because she appears by your shoulder in the mirror, eyes narrowing. "Right. And you're fine with it?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you mutter, devoting every fibre of your being to make your tone stay flat.

"I don't know, the way you've been working on this ponytail for the past fifteen minutes had me thinking otherwise," she shrugs, "And the fact that it still looks like shit from the back."

You scoff in offense, "All my baby hair makes it real hard to do this, okay!" But Nayeon's already making her way back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast with a teasing giggle and you watch her in dismay, wondering if not only your hairstyle but also your acting had really been that bad.

And as you spin around to face your reflection, you figure that the general bad-ness of your life might have something to with Seungcheol's return to town after all. Not that you would ever admit it, for many reasons. But mainly because of the fact that he's your ex-boyfriend.

You liked to think you'd ended things with him on a good note– there hadn't been too many tears or screams and you still would catch up with him whenever you ran into him, an occurrence that was basically inevitable given how small your town was. But ever since he'd left on trip to visit his much-famed best friend, Jeonghan, you'd finally gotten around to thinking about why you were still single despite having left a long-term relationship for over a month.

…Which led to a series of messy first dates with the few tolerable men in town who would otherwise have you cringing at the thought of talking to them. And well, actually going out with them convinced you your first impressions were always right and your intuition was all-knowing.

–

Meet Soonyoung, the man who would almost unmistakably come around asking for gum in your store. Your bookstore.

You couldn't figure out if it was a honest fault of his personality or if he was doing it to annoy you– until one afternoon you found it was something much worse: he was flirting with you.

"Y/N, your hair looks cute today," he's telling you through a grin right now. You look away from the computer screen where you've been logging the new stock of books in, ready to tell him thanks and that you needed to hear that since your beloved roomate insulted you this morning. You don't get around to saying all that because you spot a figure entering the store behind Soonyoung, where he's leaning on the counter with his hands under his chin. He thinks he's slick but you know it's so he can show off his arms.

You've forgotten all about Hoshi and his boyish charms because you notice the new customer is none other than the recent arrival to town, Seungcheol.

You hate the way you can feel your heart skip a beat at the revelation so you quickly turn your head back to your screen. "Thanks, Soonyoung."

Thankfully, Hoshi doesn't seem to notice the stiffness of your clipped response and instead is distracted by a stack of plastic-wrapped books.

"Wow, you sure have a lot of new stock coming in these days, huh?"

You nod, still not looking away from the screen. "Yeah, I've been working on keep the shelves up to date with the new releases. I'm sick of people using the feedback box to curse me out for still placing the classics out front."

You hear a snort then and you immediately recognize it as not Soonyoung's.

"You'd think that's how the feedback works, no?"

Slowly you turn to look at him in the eyes, unsettled by the playful glint you find there. "...Can I help you?" you ask quietly, keeping your tone cordial but not too warm. Hoshi stands up straight with Seungcheol next to him, earning him a glance from the man.

"Oh, did you finally hire a part-timer?" he asks. You consider throwing the stack of new books in your ex's face. And then you remember how much they cost. So instead, you settle on shaking your head.

"No–" Hoshi cuts you off, though, much to your chagrin.

"No, I'm just here giving Y/N company," he's saying and you really wish he wouldn't speak, but he goes on, "She's been pretty stressed out these days and last week–"

"Soonyoung," you look at him warningly, "do you think you could help me double-check if there's a delivery out front? I keep getting tracking updates that it's close."

"Of course!" he responds already reaching for the glass doors, "Be right back, Y/N!"

With Soonyoung gone, Seungcheol finally breaks into the guffaw you know he's been keeping in for the past five minutes. "What's that all about?"

"It's none of your business, Seungcheol," you inform him as you busy yourself with tidying up the stray pieces of gum wrapper Soonyoung had conveniently forgotten.

"Oh, so you do remember who I am, after all?" You hate how much you like listening his voice turn slighly soft at the sound of his name on your lips. And the how your breath's a little uneven when he slides to invade your line of vision, big hands tapping at the counter to get your attention. As if you could possibly be thinking about anything else right now.

"Why are you here, anyway?" you ask him, training your gaze on him. "Because I know, for a fact, you don't read."

"I'm hurt, Y/N," Seungcheol gasps with a hand to his chest. His unbelievably firm chest. "And after I worked so hard to read that boring poem book for you?"

You almost seethe at the way he calls it a poem book but contain it with a grimace. "Can we get to the point here? I have a store to run, dude."

"I'm serious! I came here to find a book. Considering picking that poem book again, figure out what the big deal is for once and for all."

You stay still, unresponsive to his ridiculous excuse. Seungcheol waits a few beats, eyes locked with yours before giving in. "Fine. I was in town and wanted to see how you were doing."

Never mind, you think you preferred to hear the ridiculous lies because the way your ex-boyfriend's gaze drops to your fists by your side has you immediately unfolding your grasp. Stupid Seungcheol and his ability to fuck up a perfectly okay daily routine.

"Ugh," you sigh out after a moment, "Come on. I'll help you find the chapbook. But you have to promise to never call it a poem book ever again. Or I'm blacklisting you."

You don't see it but when you spin around to march into the bookstore, expecting Seungcheol to follow you, he's all smiles, his own fists unravelling at the way your tone lost its cold somewhere along the way of this encounter. He skips behind you with a noise of excitement.

"Okayyyy," you hum as you crouch by the poetry section, fingers expertly running through the spines of the thin books there. Seungcheol crouches by you, a little too close because his arm brushes against you, almost throwing you off-balance.

You're about to tell him off for surprising you but he suddenly smiles, dimples so delicious in the soft glow of the light of the bookstore filtering through the bookshelves. "Your hair looks different," he comments, voice low and his gaze slowly follows the trail of your low ponytail, the thin grey band that holds the strands together clearly very worn-out. "Looks pretty."

And where Seungcheol's wondering when you started wearing your hair up, you're incredibly flustered by his compliment. You stand up too quick, knee joints popping, and you think you must really be growing old when your vision blacks out a little.

You steady yourself with a hand on the shelf, quietly scolding Seungcheol, "You're in the way." He joins you on his feet, making way with an exaggerated wave of his arm, not missing the way your ears are turning redder by the second.

You're gifted a good solid five minutes of peace as you inspect the shelves, wondering how you lost track of the chapbook, when Seungcheol speaks up again. "Um, so seriously, what's the deal with you and Soonyoung? You… seeing him?"

For all his attempts at maintaining an air of nonchalance, Seungcheol can't help how irked he was when he walked into your bookstore to the sight of Soonyoung making conversation to you. Irksome especially more so because he'd heard you say that you hated having people around you while you did the boring but imperative computer-related stuff at work, something about wanting to get the misery out of the way as soon as possible. Yet, there Soonyoung had been, distracting you with all his airhead being.

"I can't seem to locate the book right now for some reason," you start, doing nothing to ease Seungcheol's worries, "And I also can't seem to comprehend why my dating life is a point of discussion between us… anymore."

And wow, does your comment hurt. It hurts Seungcheol but also you, even as you're the one saying it because you can practically feel his mood dampening at your words. But the rational part of you is praising you for doing the right thing and setting your boundaries before you get any more carried away by your ex-boyfriend's ways.

That afternoon Seungcheol leaves your bookstore, very empty-handed and extremely heart-broken, because as he exits, he can already hear Soonyoung asking if you wanted get lunch with him.

–

Speaking of lunch, enter Mingyu because eating out with someone, more often than not, meant making a trip to his humble but bustling restaurant. It was everything right with your small town: a simple menu that remained consistently mind-blowing no matter how many times you visited.

Wish you could say your friendship with Mingyu had maintained the same level of consistency as his culinary competence.

And in your defense, you didn't know how much longer you could've gone ignoring the way Mingyu would take every opportunity to make you extra sides that you didn't order and send you specially curated handmade dinner-sets when he heard you were sick or too busy to eat. You hated it, crossing the friendzone you had so carefully placed him in, but one late night, when he showed up at your door in the rain just so he could deliver your food before it went cold, you caved and invited him in.

So while you legally have no choice but to politely turn down Soonyoung's offer for lunch, you can't help that you find yourself walking to Mingyu's Kitchen on Saturday morning for some brunch because as much as you loved improvising with the two ingredients in your fridge, nothing beat the ramyeon he cooks.

You're still groggy when you enter the cozy shop but the familiar scent iss already warming you up from the chilly air outside. Except you make eye-contact with the man as you step foot into the place.

The man being Seungcheol, of course, because where you could handle fielding Mingyu's puppy eyes on you, a reminder that you hadn't texted him back yet– Seungcheol's intense glare fixed on you has you shaking in your boots. Literally.

"...actually, I think I'll just eat here," you hear him call out as you approach the counter to place your order. Your head hurts already so you don't think too hard about Seungcheol's request to Sakura who nods with a smile.

"Y/N!" Mingyu materializes in front of you with a beam to greet you and you think sunglasses might've been the way to go this morning.

"Hey," you drag out the greeting, flinching at your own hoarse voice, "What's up, Gyu?"

"Nothin' much, just dealing with the usual Saturday morning rush, y'know? Maroon 5 should write a song about that instead of crying over Sunday mornings, don't you think?"

You're busy processing the tall man's chaotic train of thoughts when you hear Seungcheol laughing faintly. You glance at him, frowning when he's standing closer to you than you remember and then look back at Mingyu. "Ha, sorry it's so busy," you mumble.

"You don't sound so good. Did you catch something?" Mingyu inquires, brows furrowing and you genuinely love the man for his observance but dread its consequences nevertheless.

"Ahh, I mean, it's fine. Just a little cold from the wind," you clear your throat in an effort to sound better, "But I'll have a ramyeon for that very reason." You try to punctuate your sentence with a light-hearted chuckle but with your condition, it just kind of sounds like you're dying so you shut yourself up.

"Feeling under the weather?"

You look up from your phone screen, where you've been fixating all your attention so you can ignore the way Seungcheol's seated himself on the table right next to yours. This was the problem with eating out alone. The danger of your ex-boyfriend tailing you. You swear you're dragging Nayeon out after you next time, her fucked-up sleep schedule be damned.

You shrug in response to his question, "I'm fine. Thanks for the concern."

"You're very welcome," comes his teasing reply, "But seriously, you've got to wear more layers than that if you want to make it to winter."

You look down at your long-sleeved top with a frown, "I think this attire is perfectly appropriate for the fall, actually." You tug at the sleeves so they cover your wrists as if to prove a point.

Seungcheol raises a brow, "It would be a perfectly appropriate attire for someone who doesn't have the immune system of a rat."

Gasping, you shoot back, "Rude! I don't see why I have to stand this slander even when we're not together."

There it is. The words slip out your tongue before you have a minute to filter your thoughts and though things between you and Seungcheol are more chill than most former lovers, your sudden comment has the atmosphere turn ever so awkward, with his smile falling and your own turning sour.

You sigh in relief when Sakura brings out a tray to Seungcheol's table that very moment, saving you just a little embarassment. "Enjoy your meal!" she smiles at him and then at you, "Your food will be out soon!"

You nod, swallowing against your dry throat and watch as Seungcheol stares at his food wordlessly. You really had a way with words for someone who sold books for a living. Eventually, you go back to distracting yourself with your phone and he starts eating, suddenly laser-focused on his food.

You're thankful for the space, until you see Mingyu making his way to your table with your tray in his hands. You don't know why he does that, bringing you your food despite being the head chef and owner of the place. Well, you do know why but you didn't have the energy to deal with the reasons today.

Not with Seungcheol sitting right there, eyes on Mingyu's back as he places your food in front of you, grin intact. You're about to thank the man and hopefully, cut any conversation short but he beats you to it.

"Here's your food, Y/N!" his voice borders on cracking but he goes on, "I made you some yuja-cha as well for your throat. And make sure you eat a lot of kimchi, okay? Let me know if you need anything else."

Slowly you nod, thanking him under your breath as he takes off and now it's your turn to stare at your food in silence while Seungcheol's shooting daggers your way.

If he thought he was upset by your thing with Soonyoung, the way Mingyu was just all up in your space with his stupidly sweet gestures has Seungcheol… a lot more upset.

"I thought Mingyu and you were just friends," he's voicing before he can help it.

Your head snaps up in surprise but really, you should've seen this coming. You compose yourself, averting your eyes back to the warm food in your plate. "And I thought I made it clear that my dating life is none of your business."

"It's not my business," Seungcheol says, unconvincing to his own hears, "But it would be a problem if you were, you know, two-timing."

Now you know Seungcheol is trying to get on your nerves because he knows how much you hate dishonesty and to accuse you of being disloyal is a low blow, really. But it works because you finally look back at him with eyes wide, "Of course I'm not. I slept with him like once!"

Where the news has Seungcheol feeling conflicted because where it was good to know that nothing was serious, it was also not fun to hear that you'd slept with him. But while he tried hard to not dwell on Mingyu's impressive physique, you were busy catching up with your own loss of control.

Because even despite your unintended confession that you hope you weren't too loud about, you quickly supply in a quiet voice, "...well, it was technically a date that led to sleeping– but it had nothing to do with Soonyoung— I don't even know why I'm telling you this!"

You spend the rest of your brunch focusing on finishing your food and appropriately thanking Mingyu for the food, a little apologetic for many many reasons, so you can leave the same room as your ex-boyfriend faster.

But he makes it real hard, because just as you step out of the restaurant and take a deep breath of the fresh September air to settle your nerves, you hear his voice calling you out. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your pants to brace yourself as you turn around, already starting to say something about how he needs to leave you alone and forget you said anything.

"You left your phone behind!" he cuts you off, holding out the device for you to see. You curse under your breath, feeling incredibly ridiculous as you reach for it.

"Thanks–"

And then he dodges your grasp, leaving you flailing around like an idiot while he looks on with an amused half-smile. Half a smile because he knows you would kill him and then yourself if he straight-out laughed at you.

"I'll give it back if you unblock me."

Your shoulders slump and a groan leaves your lungs. "Seungcheol."

But his smile only widens because you may be glaring at him but you did just say his name. And a win is a win.

"Seriously? You're holding my phone hostage just so you can blackmail me over something so petty? Come on!"

"I'm sorry, do you know how many seal memes you've been missing out on since you blocked me? This is no laughing matter."

"I'm not the one laughing," you snap and then cross your arms in exasperation, "Don't be a child, dude, and just give me my phone."

"Why did you block me anyway?"

You raise your brows at him as if to say really? but he maintains his smile and you groan again. You hate him for knowing that you hadn't blocked him right after the breakup thanks to someone's insistence on thinking seal memes were funny and that the real resaon you'd blocked him was–

"–Siri kept recommending your contact every single time I would go to make a phone call! Heck, I couldn't even text Nayeon to get me a towel in the shower because the messages app would automatically redirect to you."

Seungcheol watches in awe as he connects the dots in his head and mutters, "You still had me saved as kkmua's dad?" You look away but your silence is enough of an answer.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the reason your phone confused Seungcheol with Nayeon because he was kkuma's dad and she was kookeu's mom– an idea a drunk you had found incredibly hilarous. The similarity in their spelling had your algorithm all fooled every time you typed in one or the other's name in a rush. Still, you wish Seungcheol was a little dumber sometimes.

Now as you look at Seungcheol you can see he's thinking of something. Most likely considering the question: Why didn't you change it?

"I was too lazy to change it back, okay? Blocking you was obviously the easier choice."

"I didn't say anything," he tells you with an easy smile, clearly pleased to see you flushed. "For what it's worth, you're still promising young woman in my contacts. And I didn't even have to block you."

It's probably because you've seen Seungcheol so much more than the past two months in the past two days, but you find yourself moved by his words. They're not that meaningful really, he's just bringing up a past inside joke in that reassuring tone of his. But you can't help but smile.

"I hate you," you breathe out and in the context of the conversation, it makes enough sense. But Seungcheol's dimples deepen because in the context of your history with him, the words are a consolation.

He only becomes certain of it later that night when he's washed up and throws himself into his sheets to find his phone lighting up in the darkness. It's you.

promising young woman sent you a link

promising young woman: rats actually have a great immune system so joke's on u

And that's all it takes for Seungcheol to go back to his lovesick self, squeaking into his pillow as he reads your text over and over until he can comprehend that not only have you unblocked him of your own accord (debatable) but were also texting him first.

–

The next time you run into Seungcheol, it really brings his contact name to life. But before that, enter Soobin, a shy blonde who's recently moved to the town.

"You like Lamp, huh?"

Soobin jumps around, eyes flailing around as if you'd caught him red-handed. And you might as well have, what with how he'd been humming and swaying to the music leaking out of the speakers in your bookstore. You'd enjoyed watching the younger man visit the store more frequently the past few weeks, always in the evening hours when you would finally break open your playlists, a luxury you only allowed near closing time.

"Ha," he nervous laughs, "Y-Yeah… Sorry, I didn't think you were still here."

"I run the place, Soobin. It'd be a bit of a problem if I just took off." You smile at his flustered sigh and move past him to shelf a book you'd taken out to review earlier. "Anyway, we're closing soon. You buying anything today or…?"

Soobin looks at the thick book in his hands and you recognize it as a new arrival but then he flips it around, a little unsure. "Umm, I'm not– this seems cool but also scary so probably not?"

"I'll take it off your hands then?" you offer with an understanding shrug. But he shakes his head eagerly, "No, no, don't worry. I remember where I took this from. I don't want to get in your way."

"...All right," you reply after a pause. Then, brushing your hands against your pants, "Let me know if you need help, anyway."

But Soobin's far from one to bother you as he leaves wordleslly, not without assisting you relocate some heavy boxes to the store before you lock up for the day. You're calling out goodbye after him as he takes off into the night when you hear soft barks closing in on you,

For a beat, you freeze because the sound is excruciatingly nostalgic and you genuinely think you must've time travelled when you turn around to see Seungcheol running toward you with a very excited Kkuma leading the way. You're already dropping to a squat when the dog scurries to your feet, licking at your ankle before you get your hands on her.

You let out an undignified coo at the white ball of fur, "Kkuma, my baby. Aww, baby, you're so sweet. Look at you!" You go on for a little bit, fussing over her as she rolls over for some belly rubs before you come to and become aware of the way Seungcheol stands by, patiently watching.

You slowly rise to your feet with an awkward smile.

"I'm convinced she still loves you more than me," the man starts with a pout, "And it's still so unfair. Kkuma, I'm your dad. I pay for your meals and grooming, you know?"

You laugh at the way he scolds his dog in a small voice as you retort, "Maybe she's in her rebellious years. Let her be."

Seungcheol's soft gaze lands on you with a huffed chuckle. And then he looks at something behind you. "Who was that, by the way? New conquest?"

You throw your hands up in the air. "Come on, man. You can't keep doing this!"

"Doing what?"

"Snooping around in my business! And also making me sound like some kind of a player."

Seungcheol looks down like he's reflecting. Kkuma paws at his leg with a whine and you look between them before letting out a cough.

"That was Soobin. If you must know." You look away as you say this, like it was no big deal, reporting on your customers to your ex-boyfriend because he still got all whiny when he saw you with another man. Neither of you is ready to address the meaning of your actions toward each other quite yet. So you both pretend it's normal when Seungcheol lights up a little when you speak up.

"Soobin…? Haven't hear that name before."

"Yeah, he moved in a few weeks ago. Shy guy but very smart," you say, "And I think he wants to work part-time at the bookstore."

"Woah," Seungcheol's ears perk up, "That's great, Y/N! You could totally use the help."

You turn to face him, arms crossed yet again, with a suspecting look on your face. "Hmm, I guess you could say that. I haven't popped the question yet though so don't go around spreading rumors."

"Aww, you know I would never snitch on you like that! Unless he makes a move on you, of course, because that would be a very different story–"

"Seungcheol."

Nice. That would be three points to Seungcheol if he was keeping count of how many times you'd said in his name in that grave voice of yours, indicating that you were mad but also couldn't cover up the laughter that bled into your tone anyway. And he was.

–

"What about you? You were gone a while."

Seungcheol counts his blessings every minute you spend with him, even if a lot of it was you pushing him away. But you couldn't stay consistent with your cold demeanour for much longer, not with him making sure he ran into you just as you closed your store. With Kkuma scurrying for love and his innocent blush whenever you greeted him, it wasn't long before you were letting your walls down.

So it's no surprise that you find yourself curious of what he'd been upto in the month-long visit he'd paid to his best friend.

Initially, Seungcheol's giddy ove your question, like you were on a first date all over again and not just walking along the dim grass fields like you so often did. "You know how it is with Jeonghannie. I meant to be there for a week but… one thing led to another and I was there for a while."

You fall silent, trying to imagine what it must've been like for him. "He still lives near that college, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. He's a strange fellow."

"Not that strange. College towns are like cities," you chuckle, "but with less crime and cranky people."

"I don't know, college students are pretty cranky too. Maybe even worse than the average city person." You raise a brow at Seungcheol's grimace.

"What, did Jeonghan force you to fraternize with college kids or what?"

Okay, now Seungcheol's getting a little worried when he realizes where this is going. And even though everything's in the past for him, he can't help but hesitate to tell you what exactly he'd been up to.

"...Yeah, I mean, most of his friends are college seniors. He knows them from his time there so it's pretty chill."

A few more questions from you have Seungcheol pulling out his phone to supply you with some visuals for some of the events he's mentioning and the way you softly laugh into his shoulder at the sight of the chaotic night parties has him getting a little careless.

"Wait, wait, who was that?" you stop Seungcheol's now excited swiping with a cold hand to his forearm. He freezes, more because he realizes what you're trying to see than the temperature of your body against his.

"Um, oh–" he watches dumbly as you go back a few photos to a selfie of him and a girl. They're grinning in the photo, teeth on display and cheeks clearly red from intoxication.

"Ohh, is she one of his college friends? She's cute–" You interrupt your own musings over the stranger when you go back another photo in his gallery. This time it's a photo of the girl kissing Seungcheol on the cheek, his eyes closed with a shy smile.

"That's–" Seungcheol barely opens his mouth to explain but trails off when you abruptly pull away from him. "She's– A friend… Um, goes to college in the place and she's–" He stops talking with a groan because great, all his stuttering has you side-eyeing him, no doubt recognizing the guilt swimming in his eyes.

Your voice is so small when you finally speak up, pace increasing. "That's cute," is all you say.

"Wait, Y/N, you don't understand. I know what I sound like but–"

"Just to be clear," you stop your brisk walking to hold up a hand in between you and him as if to symbolize the space there. "You don't have to explain anything to me. It's all cool, Seungcheol."

And the way you murmur his name transports him back a couple months, a similar breezy night. One where you'd pulled him away from a group dinner with your friends and looked down at your feet the whole time but your words had pierced right through his heart anyway. Even back then, you said his name softly, without any malice, but even that might've been merciful. Because what's worse is the way you uttered his name like goodbye, sincere enough to bring tears to his eyes, even now, as he watches your forlorn back disappear into the night.

Zero points to Seungcheol.

–

"Y/N, you in there?"

It takes a good minute of Nayeon repeating her questioning in increasing volume for you to finally hear her knocks over the sound of the music playing through your headphones. You frown as you uncover one ear and call out, "Nayeon? What happened?" The door to your room slowly creaks up, revealing your roommate standing there with her hands occupied, each holding up a bottle of soju invitingly.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You're already tearing up when she asks you that and by the time you've both drunk your way through the bottles, your eyes feel numb. You interrupt your own worrying over how swollen they were bound to be tomorrow when you point a finger at Nayeon and question, "I really needed this today. How'd you know?"

She smiles, "Of course I did. You ignored my text about eating at Mingyu's Kitchen and my offer to pay. Plus, you didn't do the thing you usually do where you come in and complain about your ex."

You pout, "I'm sorry. I must be so annoying."

"You are," Nayeon shrugs, "And I like it. But you know what I would like more? If you would just make up with him already."

"No."

"Is this about that one photo of some girl kissing him on the cheek? You know how petty it is to get jealous over something like that?"

"She was seriously pretty, Nayeon!" you defend yourself, "And I'm not jealous, just– just upset because he didn't tell me earlier. I feel so stupid."

"I'm sorry, babe," she mutters, rubbing your back, "He's an idiot for not just coming clean."

"I know! Even after he went sticking his nose in my business and who I slept with while he was gone!"

You sniffle, "Maybe I should just call him and tell him to never ever talk to me again. And that he's a jerk. And that I still love him."

"Wait a second," Nayeon pulls you back onto your butt on the floor, "Maybe, let's reconsider that last part?"

You're clearly more drunk than you let on because you look genuinely confused by her interjection. "What? About me hating him?"

–

When you drag yourself into work on Monday, you expect a lot of things. You see the headache coming, from last night's drinking and this morning's lack of hot water. You also know it's going to rain the whole day so it's only harder to put one foot after another to move. And where you also expect to pestered by a man: the desperate pleas don't come from Seungcheol like you'd secretly hoped.

"Soonyoung?"

The man, who'd been impatiently pacing by the entrance to your store, stops at the sound of your voice and spins around, nearly slipping over thanks to the wet ground. He throws the daunting hood covering his eyes with a bright smile as you run over and hastily unlock the store.

"Why're you out here in the rain?"

Soonyoung sighs in relief once he's inside brushing his damp pants off with a quick hand. Then, he looks up with a shy expression, "Well, I… need to ask you something."

And given his past mooning over you, when he says that with a nervous laugh, you're stiffening up because you think you know where this is going. But then, Soonyoung defies your expectations for the second time yet again.

Because where you'd expected to have to turn him down with an incompetent attempt at kindness, the next hour finds you grappling with all the information he's throwing at you.

For starters, he does ask you out. But– "It's fake. Dont worry, I'm not actually into you like that," he quickly adds with a dry laugh.

As it turns out, he's asking you to help him make a move on a girl he only recently realized he liked. Her name's Chaewon and the only thing you know about her is that she owns a strawberry farm and can sing on ocassion. So you're easily worried by this proposition, "Soonyoung, why would you pretend to be with someone else? Shouldn't you be asking her out?"

The boy heaves a sigh, "Y/N, I hate it to break it to you but nobody does that anymore. Keep up with the times, won't you? Jealousy is the new I like you."

"I'm pretty sure that's not true," you scoff out, refusing to let Soonyoung peg you as old-fashioned. Your stomach swims at his words anyway, ming wandering to your own… jealousy issues with a certain someone.

"Anyway, there's an open observatory night or something at her farm tonight with complementary dinner after. And I need you to come with me and make her jealous."

"I don't like how serious you are about this," you complain, "And I don't think I want to be a part of this evil scheme."

"Please, Y/N, you're the only one I can rely on! And you're basically a celebrity around here, when it comes to dating."

You frown, finally looking away from the shelf you'd been re-ogranizing, "What do you mean?"

Soonyoung bites his lip, clearly having said something he shouldn't have. You poke at his arm urgently with a glare. He groans, giving in, "Well, it's just… your break-up with Seungcheol was the only thing anyone could talk about last month! And then the gossip only resurfaced when he came back to town."

"What kind of gossip?" you press with narrow eyes.

"I– can't say."

"Soonyoung," you warn him, "Tell me. Or I won't pretend to be your girlfriend."

"Oh, come on! This is blackmail!"

"I thought you really wanted to be with Chaewon, no?" you question with inordinate amounts of innonence in your smile, "Makes you want to paint flowers onto the sky for her, doesn't she?"

"Fine, I'll tell you but only because this side of you is scary," the boy sighs out, "People think the reason you broke up with him was because he cheated on you. And now he's back in town so he can apologize and make up with you… or whatever."

"That's ridiculous!" you cough out, "Who's been spewing this nonsense? I'm gonna have to–"

He holds your arm in an attempt to ground you, "Nobody really thinks it's true though! And remember how you promised to not tell a soul about a word I told you today?"

"I don't because I never said that–!"

"Seungcheol's gonna be there tonight, too, if that helps?"

Soonyoung's clearly much more devious than you last remember him being but when he explains that this could be a win-win situation for both of you– where he makes Chaewon realize her feelings for him, you also make Seungcheol jealous with your little act.

And while you're sure to curse the him out for his assumption that you would want to get back with Seungcheol at all to begin with, the idea does leave an impression on you. Your mind's gears are working really hard, not just because you're trying to figure out a new spread for the monthly display at the front of your bookstore, but also because you keep finding loopholes in Soonyoung's grand plan.

"But is pretending to be together for one dinner really going to convince anyone? I mean, no offense, but nobody I know will believe that."

Soonyoung shrugs, "It's not just for one night. We're obviously going to do other stuff." You scrunch your nose up in disgust. "But think of tonight as the opening night. What we do tonight determines how the rest of our lives will pan out. We could end up lonely and dreadful if one of us messes up."

–

For all of your criticism of Soonyoung's hyperbolic description of a dubious scheme, that evening finds you making double-takes in the front camera of your phone every other minute. Yep, turns out your nose was still on your face.

"Y/N, you look great," Soonyoung calls out finally, having watched you the whole ride to the venue. It was part of his plan, of course, to make things seem more official in his words. "So can you stop?"

"Are you sure you don't like me?"

As it often happens, your own question catches you more off-guard than it does Soonyoung. Your nerves have succesfully taken over your bodily functions.

"I don't, Y/N," he responds with an easy smile, "I don't know why you keep asking me that. Do you like me or something?"

You sigh. "Sorry. It just seemed like that for a while. But I'm glad you don't, it makes things a lot easier."

"Good," he hums and then, after a beat passes, "By the way, when all of this over and both of us are hopefully happily in love with our respective partners–"

"I'm not in love with Seung–"

"And after you're done denying your feelings– Maybe we can be friends?"

You nod with a thoughtful hum, "Sure. That sounds fine. Except I thought we were already friends?"

Conversation with Soonyoung becomes a lot less tiresome when you've both established the purely platonic basis of your relationship. Which is ironic because fifteen minutes later, he's whispering in your ear to smile as he reaches for your hand. But his presence is still comforting and you find yourself wondering why you hadn't always found it this easy to be friends with him. The thought keeps you distracted momentarily and then, you lock eyes with Seungcheol.

You were standing next to Soonyoung when it happened, hand in his as he caught up with friends and purposefully showed off his new relationship. The news was as unexpected to them as it was to you this morning and keeps conversation busy enough to allow you to be completely zoned out. And then you spot Seungcheol across the room, his eyes fixed on you in the distance and his mouth set in an intimidating line.

You look away with a cough, feeling your neck grow warmer. Soonyoung senses the change in your mood and when he asks if you're okay, you lean into his ear and complain, "Fuck, I just made eye-contact with him."

He breaks into a grin at your indirect admission to still liking your ex. If Seungcheol knew the context to your arrangement with Soonyoung, he would find this entire exchange heart-warming, losing it over how shy you've gotten. But he doesn't know.

So in his eyes, it just looks like you've just whispered an inside joke into another man's ear and his chuckles are out of fondness. And that's why attributes your shy flush to Soonyoung's response to you, and not the eye-contact you'd made with him seconds ago.

Seungcheol spends the rest of the night lurking. He skirts your surroundings, his eyes in disbelief every time you don't pull away from Soonyoung's hand on you. He's confused and jealous. The combination has him malfunctioning in a corner when he spots you breaking away from Soonyoung's side for the first time that evening.

He doesn't even spare a thought to his actions when he springs forth, trailing you to the refreshments. You're trying to refill your lemonade even though you don't really have the desire to drink it anymore, mainly because Soonyoung had approached Chaewon and it seemed like his plan was working because you'd never felt so invisible in a conversation before.

You can feel the act tiring you out though because you don't notice it when Seungcheol sneaks up to your side, breathing down your neck and staring seriously even when you spin around and almost spill your drink all over yourself in surprise.

"S-Seungcheol!" you groan out, flustered but relieved your dress didn't have to suffer the consequences of your weakness around him. But your heart certainly did, especially when the man stepped closer, voice few octaves lower than usual.

"What are you doing with him?"

You go silent, knowing that you should feel unsettled by the absence of friendliness in his tone but only feel yourself enjoy the way he's so obvious about his jealousy. You look back at him, trying to seem innocent but immediately hate the way his eyes have reddened. "I'm… helping Soonyoung out."

Seungcheol's expression is a big question mark at that. A big angry question mark followed by an exclamation point, if you will. "...by following him around on his arm all night?"

"Um… yeah," you look over his shoulder to make sure Soonyoung's still occupied by Chaewon and the momentary lack of attention is already pissing your ex-boyfriend even more. You hate lying but you convince yourself that right now, you're simply witholding information from someone.

"I don't get it, Y/N," he says, "Did I lose my chance with you?"

The question catches you completely off-guard, leaving you gaping at Seungcheol. You were used to his short-temper and his incessant questions but this was new: the solemn setting of his lips and his downcast eyes as he asked you if he still stood a chance with you. He was being vulnerable, you realized, in a way that he never was during your relationship. The change is dizzying, it really is, and you can only think of all the other ways Seungcheol's been changed since he returned.

And all the ways he's stayed the same.

You swallow against the lump in your throat, "Come with me."

You lead him to a slightly more secluded part of the observatory, a dimly lit corner that's orchestrated by more crickets and the lack of chatter is a welcome relief to your already crowded senses. "I'm not actually with Soonyoung," you breathe out, the truth weighing heavily on your tongue even though you'd only pretended for the one night, "I'm pretending to, because he asked me to."

Seungcheol's eyes widen, "What? You're fake-dating that guy? Why?"

"He likes Chaewon," you point them out for him over his shoulder but Seungcheol only stares at your face with a serious expression. You retract your pointer with a flushed face, "And they were apparently getting nowhere, despite both liking each other. So he figured he needed some intervention."

You point to yourself this time with a half-smile and then remember the unimpressed look on Seungcheol's face. You watch his face carefully but he remains still for over a minute.

"Well, I'm only telling you because you asked so nicely," you clear your throat, feeling a little stupid now that he's gone mute, "Do with that what you will. I'm gonna go back…"

You pat your dress down and exhale heavily, trying to steel yourself against both the disappointment and the cold night-air. You've already rejoined the noisy crowd, only a few steps away when you pick up on Seungcheol's voice.

"--meant nothing…" is all you can pick up so you turn around to find him at an arm's length, muttering something, too low for it to be audible. You say, "What did you say?"

"I said that the photo you saw that day meant nothing. She's Jeonghan's girlfriend and I slept with her once. I also pretended to be into her but only so I could forget about you."

More than anything, you're shocked by the way he emphasizes you, the word coming out stronger than the rest of his explanation, one that does more to soothe your nerves than you realize. But you also don't know what to with this new information, because your brain can't keep up with how much more context there might be to it– Why did he sleep with her if she's with Jeonghan? And why did he look so happy in the photo if it meant nothing?

But tonight isn't about you, it's about Soonyoung and you've made a promise to him. So you tell Seungcheol, "I've gotta get back, Cheol–" the nickname slips out before you've censored yourself. Your face burns but you turn away quickly. "I- See you later."

The crowd is so close to you, just another step or two and you could be lost in the sea of half-familiar faces and probably get caught up in catching up with someone or the other. But if the crowd is close, then Seungcheol is closer to you.

His hands are on your shoulders, warm heat invading your exposed arms pleasantly when he holds you back with that pained look of his. At this point, you're only partly grounded in your body, floating around when you hear Seungcheol's words to you. "I'm still in love with you, Y/N. Never stopped loving you, to be honest."

That brings you back to earth with a jerk and you blink at him slowly. "I–" you start and then trail off. Then you start again, now that reality's starting to set again. "I feel the same. Obviously. I tried to move on but– ugh, I still love you." You feel Seungcheol's arm slide down to your elbows and then to find your hands, intertwining your fingers with his like he'd imagined doing ever since he got back to town.

"So we're good?" Seungcheol asks you, licking his lips with a small smile.

"Um, well, what do you mean by that because if– I mean, if we're friends–" You're trying to think of a way to state your thoughts in a self-respectful way when he leans in, lips brushing against your with a soft sigh. Your own breath hitches, especially when Seungcheol's hands come up to cup your face with a gentleness you forgot he could muster. He kisses you, sweet and soft, and when you pull away it's with a stupid grin.

He matches your grin, "Does that make things clear? We're not friends. I want to kiss your face and it would be great if you stopped pretending to date other men–"

The mention of fake-dating has you gasping loudly as you push Seungcheol away hastily, "Fuck, I'm supposed to be with–" You turn around and no doubt, everyone rushes to look away but you know the damage has been done when you hear scattered applause and whistles. The sight is heart-warming to you in a universe where you haven't just fucked up a plan.

"I messed up big-time," you tell Seungcheol with an exasperated groan.

The man regards you with thinly-concealed glee, "We kiss and make up but you're complaining because…?"

"Soonyoung! I was supposed to–"

Seungcheol doesn't do anything to help when he leans in to peck your lips again. You scowl at him, "What was that for?"

"Sorry, I just forgot what I was to you for a moment there, what with you going on about another man–"

"Cheol, I just confessed my love to you," you scold him but your ears turn pink, "And you're my boyfriend. So don't forget that. But right now, I need to go find my fake-boyfriend or I'll have blood on my hands–"

You're rushing to spot Soonyoung's head in the crowd when he suddenly appears, much closer than you'd anticipated, probably because he's heading right at you. You start to feel the guilt build up in your throat but then you see the grin he's sporting and the way he's skipping toward you.

"Soonyoung," you call out, "I'm sorry–" you gesture toward Seungcheol vaguely, "I got a little caught up."

"Ahh, don't worry about it!" the boy chuckles lightly and then crosses his arms like he does when he has something to tell you, "I'm– The plan worked!"

"What?! It did? But I thought–?"

"Yeah, well, one part of the plan was to get you and Seungcheol together?" Soonyoung reminds you with a sly smile. You feel Seungcheol's arm around you as he pipes up, "It was???" You ignore how excited he sounds and narrow your eyes at Soonyoung, "Okay, but we clearly just ruined the whole act! What about–"

"Chaewon got jealous. And then when we spotted you and Seungcheol kissing, she was about to be really mad at you but I explained things to her… and then, she was mad at me but then… um, well, we, you know, kissed it out."

"Soonyoung!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together in relief, "That's great! We don't have to date anymore!"

Soonyoung laughs at your phrasing but you're busy being wooed by the smitten smile on Seungcheol's face when squeezes your hand, muttering, "You all mine now?"

–

Cue star-gazing with Seungcheol.

It was his idea, one he'd suggested out loud to you over the dinner that was also his idea, the candle between you flickering with your breathless agreement. You were in love with Seungcheol like you'd been for as long as you remember. The break-up, creeping up into your mind thanks to a combination of a lull in your relationship with him and doubts of whether there might be someone else for both of you, seemed like a faraway event already when you resumed your life with him.

"The stars are pretty, aren't they?"

You hum in agreement to Seungcheol, fiddling with his fingers. His laughter bleeds into your body, "You're not even looking up at the sky, baby."

You shift to lay down next to him. "I was!" you defend, "But then I got scared. The stars just make me feel so insignificant. And temporary." Your voice breaks a little, "I don't want temporary."

Seungcheol wraps around you, bringing your face up to his and watching you blink the tears out of yours. "Oh, doll, you're so precious," he huffs out, running a thumb under your eyes, "I love you. Fuck being temporary, okay? I'm going to be with you forever."

"You can't guarantee that though," you mumble out.

"I know I can't. Because I could die before you or like be abducted by the aliens when they inevitably come colonize us. We all know I'd be their first pick."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Y/N, we're still together, even after we broke up," he kisses your cheek to emphasize your togetherness, "We're in love, despite it all. And that seems solid enough to me, you know? The scariest part of going into a relationship is the possibility of separating. But if we've done it before, how bad can it be?"

"What if we break up again?"

"Then we'll figure something out," Seungcheol says, "I know we will. It might not be the same as always but I promise I'll always be a part of your life for as long as I can."

You sniffle into his shoulder, "I love you. Can you please beg the aliens to take me with you?"

Seungcheol's laughter resounds through you yet again, a hand brushing your hair lovingly. You were finally wearing your hair down again, and it might've something to do with the way he would find a way to slip the hairtie out of its place. It sits around his wrist now, worn-out but incredibly dear to him.

"Of course, love, anything for you."

–

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

the seungcheol brainrot never stops <3 i hope i've done this seungcheol justice, given what he went through in jeonghan's fic lol... anyway, i'm thinking of writing another part where jeongcheol catch up or something?? may be an interesting collision of worlds... we'll see.

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momotonescreaming · 4 months

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more than these bones

Prompt: hole | WC: 404 | Rated: T | For @steddiemicrofic Tags: zombie au, first meeting | CW: implied main character death/undeath

“Excuse me,” A voice calls out behind him. “You’re sitting on my grave.”

Eddie turns to see another zombie like him. Another reformed zombie like him. Pallid skin, stark veins, the deep black of his pupil warped and bleeding though the now white irises of his eyes. A ring of scarring and bruises around his neck, never fading, never healing. Sharp cheekbones and a square jaw. He’s the most beautiful man Eddie’s ever seen, living or dead. If his heart was still beating, Eddie would feel it skip. A breath catch in his now defunct lungs.

“This you?” He replies, pointing down at the gravestone he’s currently sitting on, book now held loosely in his hand. The other man nods, so Eddie stands up, and manoeuvres so he can see, carefully avoiding the large hole in the ground, the broken shards of coffin, from where this man had clawed his way up.

Steven Harrington 1966-1986 Beloved son

“Sorry,” Eddie says, his own voice awkward on his tongue. Smiling awkwardly at the man. Steven. “I thought, well if you weren’t using it…”

And Steven smiles, snorts a laugh — a huff of stagnant air. “I mean I’m not anymore, but come on, can’t you desecrate someone else’s grave? Your own maybe?”

“Using your headstone as a chair is hardly desecrating,” Eddie jokes, but he folds over the page in the book he was reading, and tucks it away in his leather jacket. “But if you insist, Steven.”

“It’s Steve,” he replies. “By the way.”

“Eddie,” he nods, flexing out the stiffness of his fingers and gesturing to himself. “Mine says Edward, which is not what I would have chosen.”

“I mean,” Steve replies, tilting his head and smiling. “We hardly had a choice.”

“True,” Eddie nods, and gestures in the general direction of the graveyard entrance. “But I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You don’t have to,” Steve replies quickly, Eddie whipping his head back to meet the other man’s gaze. “I was just surprised. Not many people come out here these days.”

“And that’s exactly why I come here,” Eddie says, smiling softly. “No angry living out here. Makes for peaceful reading.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, and it would have been an exhale, if he had breath. “This feels like the only place left that’s ours.”

“Would you want to read with me?” Eddie asks quickly, biting his lip.

Steve smiles softly. “I’d love that.”

#stranger things #steddiemicroficjanuary #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #My Writing #yes this is inspired by the tv show in the flesh

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clockwayswrites · 1 month

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Have you ever thought about soulmate aus? They have a special place in my heart, esp ones that don't specify that the soulmates are romantic. Im writing a brain dead on main one rn that is a penpal soulmate au, but I also like the idea of the identfying marks so I was curious.

If danny and tim were soulmates and you had to pick an image/symbol/whatever to represent them on each other, what would u pick?

I think for this one, lets go with they have opposite protions of a single image, and when they meet, the portion the other carries fills in on their skin. So, like, Danny has line art and tim has the colors type thing.

Soulmate AUs, my beloved! I greatly enjoy reading them, miserably failed at the only one I ever tried to write. Also agreed, platonic and familial soutmates need more love.

Hum.... symbols for those two. Alright with the two halves of whole I'd actually go with they have their own 'mark' and then their soulmate completes it. Tim has drafting tools- a compass, pen, one or two gray markers. Obviously drawing something but that something is missing. He worries he's too analytical, too planned, stiff. His parents always thought they were good marks. It sometimes made Tim hate them more. But then he meets Danny, who's always had these voids in the planets and galaxy sketched lovingly across his skin in greys.

Danny gets the tools that ground him and Tim the art that brings him joy.

#askme answeryou #flipwizardstarlight #dp x dc #brain dead ship #dead tired ship #ask game

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hrryshoney · 4 months

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you’re asking me my symptoms, doctor

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: hii here’s beloved gyno!au. title is reference to Escapism by Raye lol. i’ll put warnings but def don’t read if this is gonna make u uncomfy. anyways this really came to me in a prophetic vision (slut hour daydreams) so i hope u enjoy and it lives up to expectations? and Shouts to everyone who i bounced ideas w and talked abt this Man w! ty ily mwah mwah

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, a bit of corruption maybe hmm idk, degradation, praise, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), use of Y/N, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, etc..

You were sitting nervously on the exam table, leg bouncing up and down. Doctor’s offices always unnerved you, to say the least. The unnatural fluorescent lights with their buzzing, the cold chill, and sterile smell.

Today, though, you had to book your gynecologist appointment. Now, you’ve been to one gyno before, a woman whose practice was nice and small before you moved cities. Going into your third year of University, you wanted a change in scenery. Now, your gyno would be a man.

A kind woman with dark hair had just come into your room after knocking twice, giving you a hospital gown and a warm smile. Telling you to undress to your underwear and bra. That you should, “Sit tight! The doctor will be in soon.”

So, here you were. On the examination bed, awaiting your doctor eagerly. When you heard a similar knock on the door, but an imperceptibly firmer one, your head shot up. “Come in,” you cleared your throat and called out.

When the handle turned and your aforementioned Doctor walked in, you felt deceived. Deceived in the best way, though, because your Doctor was hot.

He was wearing a white coat, one with a silver tag that read MATTY, his medical badges hanging from the plate. With his glasses and the lightest dusting of gray through his black, curly hair. He couldn’t have been younger than his late 20s, if older than his early 30s. And as he reached out to grab the clipboard off the counter, you were able to see the smallest bit of black ink on his wrist.

He looked down at his documents, squinting slightly. He then set it back on the counter, walking about the room and getting some hand sanitizer from the dispenser. Your eyes are drawn to his hands immediately. When he clears his throat, you come to.

“Good afternoon, love. Y/N, correct? I see it says here you’ve only been to the gynecologist once before, and it was a female doctor,” you nod along to his words, watching him take a seat and hold eye contact with you. “Just wanted to let you know, you shouldn’t be worried. Just typical stuff today, alright?” You nod again, feeling smaller now. Even when he’s sat on his stool, he feels bigger than you.

“Gonna need your words, Y/N.” You can’t tell if he’s joking, even if you see the smirk on his face. Shifting in your seat, your gown ruffling below you, you manage a, “Yes, Doctor.” Through your dry mouth.

“Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself properly.” He laughs, but you swore you saw his eyes darken for a swift second. “I’m Doctor Healy, but you can call me Matty if you feel so inclined.” He grinned, and you felt like his words had a double meaning past the surface.

“You’re here for a routine checkup, I take it?” Moving over to the sink, pumping soap on his hands and running the water. “Lay back for me.” He instructed you as he washed, back turned. You listened without second thought, body going stiff.

You heard the tap turn off, Matty was drying his hands with paper towel now. He walked over to the table, standing above you and looking down. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions before we begin?”

You began to nod, but remembered your reaction from earlier. Giving him another “Yes, Doctor.” he smiled easily. “Great… Now, are you sexually active?”

If you thought you were tense before, then you were like a board now. “Um, no.” You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt your skin heating, feeling terribly bare.

“Right, have you been? In the past?” was this a normal question to ask? Of course, they’d want to know of your bodily health. But of your… sexual activity as well? For you, though, there was nothing to report. Seeing as you were a virgin, which meant no sexual experiences other than yourself.

“Um, sorry, what are these questions for?” You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously laughing, your deflection of an answer hanging in the examination room.

Matty’s eyes dragged along your frame, going from your lips and then back to your eyes. You almost missed the beginning of his sentence when he spoke up. “All protocol, of course. It’s slightly awkward, but I’m obligated to ask. So?”

“So, no. I.. have not been in the past, or like, ever.” And you wanted to melt into the floor. Surely you would have to switch doctors after this again. Too embarrassing of a feat to face.

Another look and pause that goes on for much too long. Your stomach was starting to hurt. Well, maybe not hurt, but you needed to fix it and quick. When Matty claps and rubs his hands together, it snaps you out of it. “Interesting. Well, then, let’s begin.”

You noted that his pupils were huge behind the glasses, and his black slacks hugged his crotch very well. Did they look like that when he came in? You shifted again, trying to rub your thighs for some friction.

“Can I touch you?” His accented voice was deep and gravelly now. Leaving not much to the imagination of how this phrase might sound in a different situation coming from his mouth. His mouth, pink lips that he couldn’t stop licking, and slight stubble on his chin.

“Yes, Doctor Healy.” Your voice sounded submissive enough, and you almost yelped when his hand came down to grab your gown covered thigh. Roughly drawing circles with his thumbs into the spot. “Good girl. You’re tense.”

You shivered, eyes closing and opening again. The silence in the room felt so loud, and your doctor’s appointment was feeling a bit too erotic for what it was at this point. “I- I don’t know why I am.” Lie.

“Need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” His cold hands rub up and down your thighs. He’s making eye contact with you, causing you to cast your eyes to the ceiling. “Wanna put your legs in the stirrups?”

“Would that help, Doctor Healy?” You hear the sharp inhale of breath, followed by a cough. Trying not to lift your hips off the examination table from his constant skin to skin contact.

“It would, thank you.” He moves to grab your legs, setting them on the edge of the platform. His grip feels rougher than acceptable, fingertips leaving indents on your thighs. He reaches under your gown, looking at you for your nod and slipping your panties off. “May I start?”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” And when you feel his fingers run down your slit, you don’t think it’s protocol. You were already embarrassingly wet from the interaction. As his hands move and brush your clit, you can’t hold back the moan. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Matty peering at you over his glasses, an amused smirk barely peeking through his expression.

“Oh, that’s no good, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, faux disapprovingly. His thumb comes back to press on your clit. “You’re so wet. What’s that from, huh?” He took his middle and ring finger, circling around your hole.

“It’s- You! You’re doing it, it’s your fault.” You cry out in pleasure and frustration. He was so condescending, but it felt so good. You know you needed to be more conscious of your volume, still being in a doctor’s office.

“My fault?” He almost gasped in surprise, “Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m just trying to do my job, make sure everything’s okay down here.” Maneuvering his hand, he gave you two quick but firm taps on your clit with his middle and index finger. “Can you remove your gown for me?”

“Is this protocol, Doctor Healy?” You asked, half genuinely curious to see his answer. Moving to lift your bum, untying the gown from behind your back. Your legs were slightly shaking, and you saw his hand go to cover the smile that graced his mouth. You moved both your shoulders out of the arm holes, discarding the gown to the side. Leaving you in just your simple black bra, that had simple lace trimming.

“‘Course, making sure you’re in shape, and all.” His eyes dragged down your frame, stopping at your breasts. He was taking in your figure now, so you had the time to do the same. Your eyes immediately pulled to the now prominent bulge in his pants, and his fingers that seemed to twitch in anticipation.

“Do I appear to be in shape, then? Good for you?” Unbeknownst to you, what you had just said lit even more of a flame inside of Matty. You were asking him if you were good for him? He could show you what a good little slut he could make you.

He lets his hands rest between the apex of your thighs again, “Gonna spread you open a bit, okay? Think this’ll loosen you up for me.” Matty’s long fingers make their way to your cunt, running them up and down. He slides them down to your hole, collecting the wetness there and spreading it up to your clit.

His other hand came up to unclip your bra from behind your back. He did this expertly with one hand, leaving it to fall so he could grab at your breast. Palming at it for a while before pinching your nipple. You let out a whimper, and he gave you a soft slap on the side of your chest. He grabbed it roughly again, evening it out and applying more pressure to your clit as he did.

Your hand came to cover your mouth, not wanting to let your moans out. A soft, “Doctor,” fell from your lips, causing him to slip one finger inside of you. You couldn’t hold back, then. “Please, yes!”

Matty is running the tip his finger lightly along the inside of you, and it’s not enough. You begin to whine, but he cuts it off quickly. “Gotta relax or I won’t be able to run my tests. You don’t want that, do you?” His smirk is enough to make you want to slap it off him. Though, your whole body goes slack when he pushes his whole finger inside of you.

You’re moaning freely now, seeming to have forgotten that you’re still in a professional establishment. You were relentless, the pleasure he was giving you was too much in the best way. “Doctor- Matty. Please, need it.”

Matt’s pupils dilated, if it was possible for them to get larger. “Say my name again for me.” He groaned out, rocking his hips into the side of the table to relieve some tension. “Matty. Matty! Need you, please.” You obliged easily, drunken off the feeling. Matty pressed a second finger into your pussy.

“Poor thing. Never had anyone in this little hole before, huh? Perfect little cunt is so tight for me, were you saving yourself?” You think your reactions have gotten to his head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was nodding in response to his words, eyes rolling back to your head.

You could feel pressure building in your stomach, the sound of his voice was getting to you. “Mhm. Doctor, think I’m gonna cum. Please, can I?” His hand sped up after hearing your words, thumb pressing on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, on to the protective cover of the exam table.

Your hips began to lift off the surface again, before Matty’s unoccupied hand came to press down on your abdomen again. “Feels that good, darling? Can’t even stay still for me.” You opened your eyes to look at him, gaze falling to how his hand lifted off of you and went to palm himself. “Come on, be my good little slut and cum for me.”

Ultimately, that was what did you in. You gasped loud enough for the whole office to hear, eyes clamping shut. You saw white behind your eyelids and your hips lifted freely off the table this time. Matty’s fingers coming out of you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You heard Matty moan in the back, making out a “fuck me, that’s good. You’re beautiful,” coming from his mouth.

As you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him licking both of his fingers. “Taste sweet, gonna have to get my mouth on you next time.” He said nonchalantly, still looking down at your pussy. You tried to take your hands and put them in front of it, feeling shy all the sudden.

“Little late for that after I made you cum.” He giggled, going to get a towel from the cabinet above the sink. “Lemme clean you up.” You flustered but agreed in the end. When he came back with the towel, he leaned down to kiss you. You reciprocated easily, jumping when the towel came in contact with your skin.

“Thank you for.. that. For the appointment, Doctor.” You giggled, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing. You raised your hands in faux defence, the smile staying on your face. He smiled with you.

“Came so nicely for me, think I should be the one saying thanks.” He gave you another smirk, getting your panties from the side when they had been discarded. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to put your legs through. Doing the same with your bra, he then helped you off the examination table.

“Seriously, you were really good. You know, for my first time.”

“Would barely call that a first time, I’ll give you that another time though.” He winked, turning around to look for your other clothes. Your jaw dropped, but you recollected yourself before he turned back to see.

“Right well. Thank you..” You said awkwardly, looking down at your feet. Where were you supposed to go from here? You just got fingered by your gynecologist in his public doctor’s office. You would have to reflect on this when you got home.

“Not an issue, really.” Matty sidestepped you to get to one of the cabinets behind you, slapping your ass as he did. Tease. He was being much too normal about this.

“I mean, what kind of doctor would I be if I left you unsatisfied with your appointment?”

#divider cred: @cafekitsune #matty x reader #matty healy x oc #matty healy blurb #matty healy fluff #matty healy oneshot #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x fem reader #matty healy x fem!reader #gyno!au #gynecologist!matty #gyno!matty

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angeart · 8 months

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cursed forest au my beloved

#ange draws #cursed forest au #beloved aus with stiff #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #cw dead animal #i guess?#it gets resurrected #kinda #scar is a necromancer #grian's curse makes animals die #yes this au also has boatem #a little cursed village #basically found family #listen i could ramble about this au #i love it to bits #one day #one day i might write fics for this au

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stiffyck · 1 year

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thinking about the hermits like asking scar about a topic he likes. And they just hear rattling noise while his eyes widen and he just starts shaking his hands

and they know that they did a good thing by asking

(This probably sounds so weird without context but I've been thinking about it)

YEA THIS IS SO GOOD OMG. LIKE I HAVE THIS NOISE THAT A WOODEN DOLL WOULD MAKE AND I IMAGINE THATS WHAT SCAR SOUNDS LIKE WHILE MOVING-

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #who cares about context #ajdjfjksa #au rambles #doll scar #hes so beloved to me

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0rb0t · 3 months

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my problem is that I like my ships best if they maintain as much of their canon personalities as possible.

If they bicker or fight or are prickly in canon, I'm okay with them doing that as a ship, too! It feels natural!

With sonadow, I hadn't shipped them in a while because I hated how Shadow's personality had become from the 2010s until like. Sonic Prime. Shadow ISN'T a bully!!! He fights AGAINST bullies. He can get competitive but usually only with Sonic. He's serious, he doesn't quite get small talk or some sayings, and his resting face LOOKS PISSED but he's just standing there.

I loved Sonic Boom as an AU, but when Shadow's personality became that in the main continuity, I was devastated. It felt like the executives took a character so beloved by us shy people, looked at his superficial design and went "Yeah this guy is an edgy dickhead"

We didn't call him edgy because of his design or attitude, we called him that because his narrative was SO MUCH DARKER than Sonic's or anyone else's. But that became the norm, everything became about Shadow being an edgelord asshole who threatens people and calls them weak and pathetic. He went from some guy who was dedicated to saving the world and keeping the peace to some jerkoff who'd tell people to kys all the time. And I was so, so sad.

And then Sonic Prime happened. And I was afraid at first to try to open my heart to the writing, because Shadow had been done dirty SO MANY TIMES...

But suddenly, Sonic AND Shadow, AND THEIR DYNAMIC was GOT. It's like they UNDERSTOOD. I'm still not a fan of the idea of Shadow not having friends, but it feels more like he doesn't have friends because he's afraid of that vulnerability RATHER THAN because he's being written as a bully.

AND IT BRINGS A TEAR OF JOY TO MY EYE. My awkward baby was back, the guy who focused on the mission so hard he'd miss the finer details at times. But also, the guy who cares SO MUCH but can't express it properly for the LIFE of him.

The guy who grabs others by the hand to pull them forward, to run WITH them. Who keeps warning Sonic not to trust so blindly because he is WORRIED about not just the consequences of the big picture, but also what that will do to his friend.

Sonic being too busy being sassy and playful that he can't realize that this IS Shadow caring, it's just not as open or casual or bubbly as his other friends. Shadow can't do that; it's just not the way he is. He's more stiff, he hates attention, he'd rather be in the background, he comes across as awkward when he's trying to be cool or serious.

But he actually seems to RELAX a bit around Sonic, and they work SO WELL together. Their personalities are TOTAL OPPOSITES but they ALWAYS attract. Magnetized together.

And it feels SO GOOD to see that understood, and written GENUINELY. AFTER 15 YEARS OF SEGA GETTING IT WRONG, we're finally giving Shadow his integrity and core BACK!!!!

And I prefer seeing ship art of them that reflects this. I used to draw so much sonadow back in the day, but I just don't anymore. Maybe I can get back into it, since I'm still too picky about fanon sonadow.

But GOD does it feel GOOD to see my boys respected narratively again!!!!

#sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #sonadow #ship dynamics #writing #character writing #I'VE BEEN A SONIC FAN SINCE 2002 I CRAVE CONTINUITY #character meta #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #Shadow autism moments

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/727811822719320064/httpswwwtumblrcomohbo-ohno727772647768850432

was going back through your blog and saw the lil note about omega reader not being to shower alone ever and like…yeah, not even allowed to use the stand-up shower. They give you baths and only baths. Not only does it keep you safe, but it’s a huge form of control for them to be the ones in charge of hygiene. Plus they can check to make sure you’re not trying to hurt yourself in any way, can see if you’re eating enough.

You tried to sneak away into the bathroom and locked the door to take a shower one day, but Simon was there as soon as he heard the water turn on, kicks the door in, and is yanking you away from the shower immediately despite your scared cries. Reprimands you and then strips you before starting a bath. He takes his time cleaning you, whispering to you the whole time about how dangerous it is for you to bathe alone. What if you fell and hit your head and drowned? What if the water gets too hot and you hurt yourself? But it’s okay, he’s there now to make sure you’re safe while he’s wetting your hair. You cry the whole time, frustrated beyond belief, but also because this moment is so intimate and tender as Simon meticulously and lovingly bathes you like it’s the only thing he was made to do in life. Your brain can’t reconcile scary alpha Simon with sweet and tender alpha Simon.

this is like a week old but it really works for me. abo au my beloved

every time i get an ask about dollification my lifespan increases 5 years. keep them coming, my power only grows

he wouldn't really punish you - you really just toed the line of breaking a rule, and not even really a rule they'd put in place, just an implied one - so he's scolding you all softly while he washes you. details every little thing that could go wrong if you shower alone - how you could fall, break an arm or a leg or an ankle or any number of things, bust your head open, fuck, even getting shampoo in your eyes is too much pain for his omega.

you're crying and he doesn't even really comfort you >:( just keeps getting onto you in that soft voice, washing you so gently even when you try to pull against him. he refuses to be rough with you during bath time. he's sooo attentive, gets every single inch of skin soaped up, scrubs every nook and cranny of your body, and all completely nonsexually. he's not interested in getting either of you off (but you can scent his arousal, gets your hackles up and makes you stiff when he manhandles you) he literally just wants to take care of you. purrs the whole time :(

#need beloved's abo au so BAD im gonna read it twenty million times #asks and answers #abo au

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chimielie · 2 years

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between lightning strikes

summary: Oikawa x F!Reader. as a prince, he can have whatever he wants. it’s a shame he wants you—his wife.

word count: 1.3k

cw: fighting, arranged marriage/royalty au, enemies to lovers, fake history stuff, angst to fluff, just like. the writing as a whole

a/n: my deepest apologies i promise i will never write a historical romance novel. happy late birthday oikawa [starts sobbing]

Oikawa Tooru can sense it: a shift in the wind, a burning in his muscles. Like a bloodhound, he can smell the storm coming.

His wife is angry with him.

You storm through the halls, your skirts trailing behind you, the whistle of the stiff linings over the floors the only sound as the servants flatten themselves against the walls and the out-and-about nobles scramble into their apartments and out of your way. Your spine is stiff, your face serene.

Your fate was decided before you were born. Upon arriving in the world, your every trait was analyzed for compatibility with his. You were raised, nearly designed, to be his perfect match.

Thousands of years of tradition culminated here. Your marriage had been arranged, an aristocratic girl handed from her own family to the crown prince (future emperor always seemed to echo behind the words), a perfect match on paper.

Tooru finds that you are a far different kind of match off the page. Blazing but nearly flickering out of reach each time the flame comes close to licking his fingers, rekindling whenever he thinks you've finally gone out. Brilliant, his brain supplies as you enter his room, the wind supplying a satisfying boom for drama. He squashes the thought in favor of trying to look appropriately innocent. His efforts are in vain, and he knows it.

"Wife," he greets you, while you stare at him with narrowed eyes. You don't respond, only stalking closer. His full lips pull into a wolf’s grin. "Beloved. Sweetness."

"Highness," you say, so icily and so informally he’s sure one of your former etiquette instructors must fall over dead wherever they are. “I received a missive from you this morning.”

“Did you?”

Blasphemous it may be to admit, but he is a man of many faults. One of these: he has a hot temper, and full freedom to act upon it.

You do not hate him as you once did, when you were first wed and he had, in his resentment of his family and his position, lashed out at you as the most obvious symbol of his loss of youthful freedom. When he had failed to consider that you were less than happy yourself to be locked in a union with a man you didn’t know; didn’t want; didn’t love.

Tooru is older now, and wiser (though not by much, Iwaizumi says). He, of all people, is not exempt from the whims of fate. Between lightning strikes, he fell in love with you.

He hopes you no longer hate him. He can never be sure.

“I have been dismissed,” and for all the arguing you’ve done with him, there’s an odd quaver in your voice that he’s never heard before. “From the imperial court. I am free to-to travel, whether it be to another hall or another island, and to seek companionship elsewhere, wherever I may choose to settle.”

“If you so choose,” he repeats his own penned words, turning away from you. His curtains are drawn, though it is late in the day. He does not spend much time in his private rooms, unless it is with you. “Though I must ask you be discreet. It is, unfortunately, a necessity—”

“I will do no such thing,” you snarl. He jerks his head back in surprise. “I may not be what you had hoped for in a partner, but I will not be disloyal of all things. Though I’m sure you will not spend a moment’s thought on me while I am away, I assure you any image you may conjure of my cavorting with another would be pure fantasy."

"Fantasy," he scoffs, can feel his own face spasm against his will at the thought.

"Oh—!" You seem unsure what to do with your hands, settling for clenching them into fists at your sides. "Are you jealous?"

"No," he denies. He lies. He, who has the world at his fingertips, is so consumed by jealousy at all times, by his desire to have you all to himself. He burns.

"Tell me the truth. Speak freely, as a man and not a god-king.” He nods, features twisting into something ugly, ugly, ugly.

“What do you wish for me to say?” His voice is brittle, his temper bound only by a thin string. “Yes, I am jealous. The sight of you with another man might kill me, if I didn’t kill him first. Though it might surprise you, I do care for you, beyond seeing you as some sort of-of possession. So I’m sending you away, giving you a chance to escape this fucking farcical marriage, to do as you wish, to find love as I have—as I have loved you.” The words die an abrupt death in his throat as your eyes round, then glisten.

“Loved me?” An accusation or a question. He swallows around his traitorous tongue, grinding out his response.

“I do.” The weight of those two words is smoke in a sickroom, a weighted coffin in the sea. He sounds wrecked when next he speaks, and looks it too, eyes red and mouth split. “So I am ordering you, as a prince and not as your husband, to go and be happy, and I am begging you, selfishly, to do it where I cannot follow.”

It occurs to you to remind him that there is no such place, but you don’t wish to spit on the bones beneath the words. He will not follow. He is offering you the truest freedom he can.

“You say you’re begging me,” you tap your chin, an empress to the core. “Then why are you not on your knees?”

His eyes narrow. You expect a slap, an execution order, anything you had been warned all your life would come from such total insubordination.

Instead, his right knee bends, then his left. The bones pop, as though in protest, as though he had never before done what he did now.

From the floor, Oikawa Tooru looks up at you with all the love he is capable of and says: “Leave me.”

You drop to your knees, crashing into the floor, uncaring of your garments or his, and take his face in your hands. The first tear spills from his eye, a diamond you crush beneath your thumb.

“I cannot do both,” you say, trying very hard to be gentle. “To ask me to leave to find love would tear me in two. If I were never to look on you again, I would never see the only man I could ever love.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, “don’t sacrifice yourself for duty’s sake.”

“I’m not,” his eyes search your face wonderingly. “Let me stay. Let me stay, and prove it to you.”

“Only if it is what you want,” he insists. “You need not—” You silence him, pressing your lips to his. You are—inexpert, desperate, perfect. He closes his eyes and anchors himself on your shore, his hands the only part of him that’s sure as he takes yours.

“Let me show you all the ways I love you,” you repeat, and Tooru nods. You smile when he does, and the sky splits open above you.

He senses it before he wakes, opening his eyes to the weak sun in the early morning. There’s been a shift in the wind and his muscles are sore. He doesn’t mind it; the mark of work well done.

He can see it, feel it, as you wake, eyes fluttering open to rest on his face.

His wife is very, very pleased.

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alliumdykes · 2 months

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Beloved mutual enjoyed my au where i put Tommyinnit into genloss so i am shoving it here :3 (all copied and pasted from my covo btw)

Tommy was also kidnapped into showfall and in their experiments to him he was forcibly turned into someone younger than he actually was.

and so they have their mask shit to make it so Tommy has the mind of a younger child and every few months they do a surgery on him so he doesnt age

real body horror stuff

He has like tons of scars on his body from the surgery but showfall does the camera stiff to make him look like he doesn’t have scars

And so Tommy is put into shows as a little sibling all the time, the loud and obnoxious one who everyone loves to bully

#genloss #generation loss #generation loss au #tommyinnit #I was told this fits into the themes of genloss by said beloved mutual and i am so proud #body horror #sailor soliloquies and stuff

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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1. Anything (Midoriya x Reader Week)

Bunny Midoriya x Bunny Fem!Reader

In this one reader is fem and is AFAB.

Hybrids

Maybe this arranged marriage with another rabbit hybrid could work out better than you initially thought. (Hybrid AU with No Quirks

Note: Nest- A group/family of rabbits ; Doe rabbit- female rabbit; Buck rabbit- male rabbit.

Warning: SMUT!! Mating Season. Cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, you know the usual BUT mostly just fluff

You felt like you were going to throw up. You could barely register anything around you other than the door in front of you. It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Yet you weren’t even surprised considering how normal it was in your town and apparently the next town over. Your parents had arranged an engagement for you.

You fought tooth and nail to find a way, any other way, out of it but here you were. Standing in the hallway of your own home, knowing that on the other side of the door awaited your beloved fiancé that you had never seen or met before. You were in a panic, your tail moving fast as you tried not to have a panic attack. Your mother told you it was only natural. She married your father and your grandparents married each other the same way too. All your aunts and uncles did the same too. It was some trend that wasn’t only just a rabbit thing but for all hybrids too.

You took a deep breath trying not to freak out. You heard your grandparents were nearly two decades apart in years. The thought of being paired with some old geezer made your stomach twist and you weren’t sure if the little muffin you managed to force down your throat earlier, would stay down. In such a case you had already planned your escape, because there was no way you were going to be some breeder bunny to some old floppy eared buck rabbit.

You tapped your cheeks a few times to try and calm yourself down. You had to get it together. To at least get to the other side of the door and through this meeting before feeling as though your life was completely over.

The feel of the metal handle never felt so terror inducing as you managed to open the door. Your legs felt stiff as you forced them to move one at a time. When the door was fully opened you took a few steps inside. You finally saw him.

Standing at the end of the room looking out the window was a tall man. His long rabbit ears twitched indicating that he heard you. He turned his head close to half a second after his ears twitched. He turned around fully to face you, in wonder as well. This was the first time you had ever seen him. He was larger than most of the rabbit hybrids you had met, not by much but his body had thick muscles from hard work and yet his face seemed soft and kind. His cheeks still had baby fat to it with a face littered with tiny freckles that looked harder to see other than the ones on his cheeks. He had a head full of soft green curls that was slightly darker than the fur of his ears and his tail that you had only gotten a glimpse of.

You cautiously moved forward closer to him out of instinct, and he did the same. The two of you walked up close to each other, noses twitching slightly as you inspected one another. He smelt nice at least. You let out a short huff and took a step back, satisfied with your inspection. He wasn’t that bad looking. He was attractive actually but you didn’t know him so you would be hesitant still.

“Afternoon, I’m Y/N.” You bowed at the waist.

He gave you a soft smile and did the same. “A-afternoon. My name is Midoriya Izuku.” He greeted back.

You both stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what else there was to be said. You looked away from him to the couch that stood in the warm sunlight. You motioned to it, checking if he wanted to sit. He nodded his head and the both of you sat down next to each other, leaving much space between the two of you. It was awkward for a moment.

Midoriya could tell but the wag of your tail ever so slight that you were nervous. He let out a soft chuckle, his green jade eyes looking down at his hands, scarred. “Your parents?” He asked. You nodded your head, looking away from him, not knowing what to say. He chuckled. “It’s okay. My ma, she…” He hesitated. “Gets worried about me.”

You hummed. “I understand and sympathize.” You nodded your head. “Being part of a nest of ten, it was bound to happen for me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ten?” He asked with wide eyes. You chuckled at his reaction. “Only?” He asked with a raised eyebrow but a handsome smile on his face. You noticed, for a rabbit, he had longer canines than you would have thought.

There it was. It was a joking statement used amongst rabbits. Being known for their… bountiful… number of offspring, rabbits turned it into their own little joke too. You laughed nodding your head. “I know, I know. Small families.” You joked. “My parents thought I should join my elder siblings and be hoisted away to make room for my brothers and their families.”

“Hm.” Midoriya frowned for a moment, not liking the sound of that one bit, his ears lowering slightly. “Well, I am from a very small family.” He stated. “Just me and my ma.”

You looked at him shocked. “You have no siblings?” You asked.

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yep. It’s just ma and I, also my stepdad. My ma moved away from her nest when she was younger, so we don’t have any relatives anywhere near us” He revealed to you. You stared at him still flabbergasted to hear of a rabbit with no siblings. He laughed at your shocked expression. “I know, it’s odd, but there are a few rabbits and hares in my town so we still have a little community amongst ourselves. Most of them work on our farm so I see most of them every day.”

“You’re a farmer?” You asked, he nodded his head. “Is that how you got those?” You asked motioning to his hands and his forearms. He had the sleeves to his button down rolled up, so it allowed you to see the few scares on his arms.

He looked down at his hands and arms. “Some of them…” He said extending his arms. “This one is from an angry bull,” He pointed to one on his outer forearm. “This one was from breaking my arm when I fell out of a tree one time, this one was when my hand broke when a crate fell on it, this one I got from my one wolf friend who was chasing me, this one…” You listened to him ramble about his scars, or the scars you could see. Your eyes wide in attention looking at every single one. He looked down at you at your wide eyes and your unreadable expression to him. He quickly tried to pull his arms back to hide them behind his back. “Sorry, I know my hands can be a bit tough to look at…” His ears moved to face back behind him in nervousness.

“No, it’s okay.” You placed your hand over his arm, stopping him from removing his hand. Your hand sat atop of his arm. You peered up at him gently, trying to make sure he didn’t feel insecure in front of you. “It’s not that. I like your hands. They show how hard you work.” You told him honestly, looking down at his big hands. Midoriya watched you with wide green eyes, glistening as you moved your hands in front of you, inspecting your own. “My hands aren’t nearly as experienced as yours.” You expressed. “I guess that will change though, right?” You asked giving him a hopeful smile.

Midoriya’s shoulders softened as he looked to you softly. He nodded his head, placing his hands on his lap. “Yes. I guess it will.”

That was the first and last time you would see him before the wedding. Your parents called it a great success considering no one got kicked in the face in disapproval (Rabbit habits). Soon everything was moving so fast you weren’t sure when it all began. Your items, in bulk, were being sent to Midoriya’s hometown and wedding preparations were being made.

It was a bit hard, with the two of you living in two separate towns but your parents and his mother seemed to make it work. You had to pick a wedding dress, which wasn’t too hard for you, considering your parents allowed you to get any dress of your choosing. You made sure that they would regret that decision by looking for the dress of your dreams no matter how expensive it seemed. Then you arranged the flowers with your mother.

Soon the day before the wedding you were travelling to Midoriya’s hometown. Yuuie. Now Yuuie was not like your town of all prey hybrids. Yuuie was a much more diverse town. Meaning you had to stop your mother from fainting at every glance whenever she saw another predatorial hybrid. You noticed much in the town. A butchery associated with the name Bakugou, a bakery with the name Sato, blacksmiths shop with the name Kirishima and so much more.

You wanted to explore so much but there was still much to be done about the wedding and you hadn’t seen your soon to be husband in weeks at all. When you arrived to what would soon to be your home you were struck in awe. A bit away from town with land far and wide, was the Midoriya Farm. A sign by the entrance gate with a little green carrot and cabbage next to it. Down the dirt road let to a farmhouse. Beautiful and white and spread across the farmlands were other buildings as well, stables, pens, a silo, barns too. Out of one of the barns closest to the entrance was where you noticed many people working.

When you had managed to sneak past a very happy-to-see-you Inko Midoriya and your parents, you went to check out that barn. You hid away to the side by the open doors. The inside was clean and decorated in whites, greens and golds. White fabric hung up by the ceilings and down the posts as hybrids of all shapes, species and sizes moved tables and chairs into place. In the centre of it all was your familiar green haired rabbit hybrids he was checking things off in a notebook, his head down as he muttered to himself.

“Move out of the way, you damn bunny!” A large canine hybrid growled. He had blond spiky hair that reminded you of a porcupine, but deadly and intense vermillion eyes. He was carrying a round table easily with both hands. His blond tail wagged softly behind him as he worked.

Midoriya didn’t look up from his notebook as he stepped out of the way. “Sorry Kacchan.” He managed to say before going back to muttering.

A pink haired woman with a short tail and fluffy semi-circle ears walked over to Midoriya. She patted his back trying to comfort him. “Come on Midoriya, there’s no need to worry. Everything is going to be fine.” She said kindly.

“I agree with Ashido.” A tall man with hair split in colours walked to stand by them. One side was red the other was w blinding white. He had feline features but clearly some sort of big cat by the thickness of his white tail with red spots. He placed a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. “It will all be fine.”

“I know, I know.” Midoriya sighed out as he took a step away from them to finally look up at all the decorating to be done. His ears twitched at every little sound. “But it has to be perfect for her. I really want her to enjoy tomorrow. If there is anything I could do, I just want to make her wedding day special.” He voiced out with his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the ceiling lanterns being set up.

You felt your heart flutter as a soft smile graced your face. He really wanted to make sure you would enjoy your wedding day. Out of this whole arranged marriage he wanted the day you would be known as Mrs Midoriya at least to be a good one to remember. You were touched by the green haired buck.

“Aww.” A huge redheaded hybrid, who looked the same type as ‘Ashido’ said with a face in awe at Midoriya’s statement. “That’s so manly, Midoriya.” He stated, carrying two stacks of chairs, one in each hand as he walked over to where the blond canine looking hybrid had put down the table he was carrying.

You would have wanted to stay and watch more but soon, your mother found you and took you by the ear and dragged you back to the townhouse before Midoriya would see you. It was bad luck for him to see you the day before the wedding after all.

You could barely sleep that night, sleeping in a room downstairs just a few short steps and up a staircase away from where you would be residing for what hopefully will be the rest of your life. It was nerve wrecking to say the least.

When it was time for you to wake up, you had managed to sleep a few hours and you were suddenly thrust into a world of intense preparations. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, nothing was safe. You were scrubbed till your skin burned and showered in ointments, rubs and scents till you smelled like a walking rose petal. While you were being pushed and pulled in all directions, you noticed out the window how guests started to arriving. Some you knew, most you didn’t, but you would soon.

Till finally you stood outside the chapel, bells ringing, your heart thumping so hard in your chest you thought you would throw up and faint. Whichever came first.

Your dad gave your arm a single squeeze looking down at you. You gave him an awkward smile making him laugh. “He’s a good man Y/N, you don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t be making you stand here if I didn’t know he would treat you well.” He told you tapping your arm gently.

You nodded swallowing down hard. “I know dad, thank you.” You weren’t sure what you were thanking him for, nor if you genuinely meant it, but you had to put on a brave face as the doors opened.

The chapel was decorated too, filled with white decorations and wide-eyed guests. As you walked down the middle, trying your best not to trip, your eyes caught on the end of the aisle. The groomsmen were some of the hybrids you saw in the barn, the one with split red and white hair, the angry looking blond who seemed surprised, a blue haired snake hybrid with glasses and the gigantic red head. They all looked at you surprised to see the person their friend was to marry.

Midoriya stood dressed in an all-white suit front of the officiant, his shoulders tense as his back was facing you. His tail wagged nervously. Finally, you reached the end, your father letting you go as Midoriya turned around to face you. His face instantly fell into one of surprise. He was speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. He found you the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. You looked gorgeous in all white and an awkward smile on your face. His ears shot up as a smile in disbelief pulled onto his lips.

“Holy-” One sly look from the officiant and he coughed changing his proceeding words. “Carrot pastures." He quickly changed making you and others laugh as a blush went onto his face. Midoriya offered you a hand as you face one another. “Hi.” He greeted you with a flustered look.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Hello.”

The whole ceremony went without a hitch or stone, with Midoriya’s mother crying in the front row. Then you went back to the Midoriya farm for the rest of the day. There was much singing, dancing and drinking. Speeches from people you didn’t know but they seemed funny and you could get along with them just fine.

For example the blond. He held a champagne glass up and looked to you and Midoriya at your own separate table away from everyone else. “Deku I wish you all the best of luck in your new marriage.” He said genuinely. “To your wife, toots, I don’t know what his mother told you, but half your marriage will be filled with you trying to nurse him of a broken bone, I assure you.” That made everyone laugh, but Midoriya just rolled his eyes with a smile.

You met all of his close friends, which were a lot of names to keep track of but some you remembered from town. There was the blond canine who turned out to be a wolf hybrid, Kacchan as Midoriya called him (the blond didn’t seem to like the name at all- but in fairness he did call Midoriya Deku), there was the strict looking snake hybrid Tenya Iida, there were the bear hybrids Kirishima Eijiro and Ashido Mina, a leopard hybrid, Todoroki Shoto and many more. You were a bit hesitant of the predators, but they all seemed pretty sweet, besides Kacchan. Kacchan looked like he was ready to eat both you and your husband alive.

After speeches, people made it to the dance floor in front of you and Midoriya. The two of you sat next to each other, eating cake and pointing out different people to one another. You smiled as you watched people out on the dance floor. Midoriya looked down at you and then at the scene in front of him. He cleared his throat. “Do… do you want to dance?” He asked offering his hand to you.

You looked down at his hand and took it. “Yes.”

Midoriya and you stood up, with him guiding you to the dance floor. Upon seeing the two of you arrive at the dance floor, it cleared to allow the newly married couple to have their first dance together. Midoriya carefully pulled you towards him, one hand holding yours the other holding your waist as music played. The both of you softly swayed to the beautiful music together, all eyes watching the couple dressed in white dance together.

“Today has been… nice.” You told him quietly just for the two of you to hear.

His eyes lit up upon hearing that. “Really?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “It was.” You gently squeezed his shoulder and hand. “Thank you, Izuku.” You spoke to him genuinely.

He smiled down at you, tenderly at this little moment. “Of course, anything for you.” The two of you continued to sway gently on the dance floor. Just the two of you and the music and for a moment, you didn’t think about how you still probably didn’t know half the people here, or how this was only the second time you had met Midoriya. For a moment you could shut all that out and focus on the way the music played and how Midoriya held you gently in his hands as you swayed with him. Midoriya then got an idea. “Hold on.” He gave you a bright smile which held mischief behind it.

You looked up at him confused. “Hold on? What do you mean by th-AAH!” Midoriya quickened the pace of the dance all while staying to the beat of the song to keep you in sync. You started to laugh and giggle as the two of you glided and spun around the dance floor in a flurry of white and giggles. Suddenly he let go of one of your hands, placing both hands on your waist before picking you up into the air making you let out a short scream that made the guests laugh too. You laughed, your head up to the ceiling as he spun you around in the air as if you and your dress weighed nothing. As the song started to come to an end, he slowly lowered you down your faces close to one another as you placed your noses together giggling.

After a flurry of more dancing, drinking and Midoriya and his groomsmen making a fool of themselves on the dance floor in some odd, coordinated dance they had been doing since middle school, the party soon died down and you said goodbye to your family. Then it was the wedding night.

You were practically ready to break out into a sweat at how nervous you were. Your tail wagging a mile a minute as you held your legs close to your body. All you had to wear tonight was white baby doll lingerie which only purpose was to either be ripped off of you or to seduce your husband into doing so. You felt practically naked and scared. This was the one part of the day you had foolishly forgotten. With it just being you and your new husband in the farmhouse, of course, there was nothing but the rows of carrots and the few chickens around the outside of the house to bare witness to what would occur.

Midoriya smiled as he entered his bedroom looking down at what he was holding in his hands. “I wasn’t sure what to bring so I-” The moment he looked up, all words left his vocabulary. His ears went up in alert as his brain froze. He was stunned as you sat on top of the sheets of the bed you now shared. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, if he thought you couldn’t look better at the wedding, he was clearly wrong. But then he saw your fearful expression, the way your fluffy tail moved, and your slicked back ears. Despite his flushed pink cheeks he quickly composed himself. He lifted a pack of playing cards in his hands. He shook the deck with a soft smile. “Cards?” He asked.

Relieved, your tail stopped twitching and your ears slowly started to raise away from your head. You nodded, accepting his proposal for a game.

And that’s how you spent your first night together. Playing cards and getting to know each other until you eventually both fell asleep in exhaustion at the full day the two of you had.

Your relationship with Midoriya was budding as the two of you grew closer day by day. With all the big or little things. Together the two of you were like old friends you had known a long time. You found out a lot about him, and he you. Although learning to live with one another was an adjustment, it wasn’t something the two of you couldn’t handle.

There were little things that two of you did together that always made your days so filled. You always woke up together, having gotten used to waking up bright and early in his arms. Him chinning you softly making you laugh at his possessive bunny behaviour despite knowing it was often just the two of you now a days. Then you made breakfast together, which was fun since the both of you swapped and tried out new different ways to cook meals.

Afterwards, the farm had much work to be done but together with other rabbit hybrids you grew to know, it was work done well, with you and Mama Midoriya being the ones to sell all the many vegetables grown at your farm in the Todoroki market. Your new favourite hobby however, whenever you were supposed to be helping around, was watching Midoriya chop wood.

Now maybe this was the start of how things started to slowly grow between the two of you but you couldn’t help it. The way his arms would grip the axe as he swung it harshly down cutting the log into two effortlessly, the way the sun glinted on his sweating muscles and how with his hat on, he looked like he could kill you with just one look. He had you breathing funny and all the other rabbits teasing you. Midoriya noticed of course, he noticed everything that happened on his farm. And maybe that’s when he started getting bolder.

At the end of the day when it was just the two of you in the house, after a warm dinner there were a few things the two of you would do. From stargazing, cards (a deadly war in the Midoriya household), jenga and your favourite just talking. Talking with sleepy yawns, bodies unconsciously leaning against each other, blankets draped over the both of you, ears drooped in tiredness and little yawns and sniffles. Falling asleep in warm accepting arms was something you weren’t sure when you would ever get used to but it was something you never wanted to lose.

Slowly the two of you would get closer. Maybe you would bathe with the door slight open letting him peak inside if he ever just so happened to be in the house when you did. Or he seemed to forget all his shirts and start working shirtlessly a bit more, saying how shirts were ‘constricting’ him. Escalating things. From small touches, longing gazes, possessive holds, everything.

Until next thing you know, it was Spring. The most dreadful time, especially for rabbits. All the rabbit hybrids had taken at least two weeks off due to the beast that was mating season. At first, you and Midoriya avoided each other like the plague. Your instinct trying to gravitate and pull each other to one another like two strong magnets. Instincts calling, demanding for you to breed. You both clearly wanted each other, it was evident in the way Midoriya’s eyes would darken every time he saw you walk around the house in nothing but one of his shirts and a carrot in your mouth to keep you occupied. Or in the way your eyes would linger on his bulky body more aware of his presence whenever he did anything even it was just lounging around.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. The burning and insatiable need inside you becoming too much to handle. It felt so hot. Everything felt too hot, too much, yet all not enough. You whined and cried out into the open air for the first time since this whole season. Normally you would muffle your voice and your cries, not wanting to disturb or tempt Midoriya, but frankly you couldn’t care. Your rabbit infesting your thoughts and actions with the power of a tsunami.

Midoriya was thoroughly surprised when he walked by his room (which he had given up to you during this season as to not tempt himself) to hear you crying. Now in all fairness he probably should have paid closer attention to the situation, but he couldn’t care. All he knew was you sounded like you needed help, like you were in pain. And Lord behold, when he opened that door frantic to check on you, the sight he saw in front of him made all the blood rush down to his painfully restricted cock.

You lay on the bed, your fingers deep within your cunt, fingers plunged deep inside you as you cried out in frustration. His shirt sat bunched down your body as you arched your ass high in the air, your tail up. With your other hand you kept his shirt bunched up near your face so that you could smell his scent on you. Tears spilled from your eyes in pain. You turned your head to look at Midoriya. You whined. “Fuck! Izuku please.” You wiggled your tail to try and seduce him to come relieve you of the intense ache inside you. “Please! Please Izu~ Help me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

This whole time he had to bite tooth and nail, all while fucking his fist in order not to just grab you and fuck you on the nearest surface he could. He needed you like he couldn’t breathe without you. Never had mating season been so bad till now. Now it was like all he could think, taste, see and smell was you, yet he couldn’t have you in fear of overstepping.

Well not anymore. He rushed to you as if being further away from you was the biggest sin he could have committed. Ripping his pants off and climbing into bed, you whined wanting him to touch you. Midoriya placed his hands on your ass, prying you apart and forcing your face deeper into the sheets down below you. Not wasting a second his tongue was on your slit making you mewl, your body shivered finally having him where you needed him. You whined trying to push his tongue inside you.

Midoriya groaned at the taste of you. To him right now you tasted like pure honey on his tongue and he was addicted to it. Nothing could replace it. He lapped and licked at your sex like a man starved. He needed you as if he was dying of thirst, that only your juices could quench. His fingers found their way to your tail, pushing down at the base. You jolted forward with a squeak making him chuckle against you.

You moaned at the vibrations, loving the feeling. “Izuku.” You let out. “Please.” As much as you wanted him to continue to eat you out as determined as he was, you wanted something inside you. Him, inside you.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ve got yah.” Midoriya carefully brought his hand to your sex, cupping it gently. You bucked into his palm wanting friction. He chuckled as he pushed two fingers in.

His calloused fingers rubbing against you just right. You whined and keened at the feeling, finally having something inside you. You squeezed his fingers as if it was the cock you knew he was keeping from you. Midoriya moved his long fingers in and out of you, stretching you out. You whined as he started to increase in speed. He gripped your ass, keeping you in place as he rapidly decided to move his fingers in and out of you. You moaned as you pushed against him even more.

A surprise orgasm ran through you. You cried out in pleasure as you came around his fingers, them not relenting as they endlessly caused you pleasure as your release dribbled down your thighs and his hand. As your high started to go down, he quickly removed his fingers. He flipped you over so that you were lying on your back, and before you could start complaining, he plunged his fingers back inside you. Not allowing a break he, continued right where he left out. His thumb moved to rub at your clit and then you gasped. You felt tears prick your eyes as your hands fisted the sheets underneath you. “Izuku! Izuku!” You cried out at the onslaught of pleasure and pain mixing together.

Midoriya’s eyes were dark and trained on your body as your thighs shook at the accumulated amount of stimulation he was giving to you. He used one hand to grip one of your thighs down to the bed to force you open. He was enchanted with giving you pleasure above all things. He wanted to satisfy you, to make you satisfied, so that’s what he did. Watching another orgasm befall you as your eyes rolled and you arched your back. Guiding you back more gently this time, he relented as your body relaxed.

He removed his fingers from your tight sex, his hand and forearm dripping in your essence. He shuffled closer to you, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size as he licked his forearm. Gripping both your thighs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You noticed that was one of the few places he didn’t have freckles everywhere. You reached a hand up to him. Midoriya looked down at you confused. His ears twitched alert, wondering what was wrong. He bent over you to ask you if you were alright when your hand found its way to his head filled with green curls. You threaded your fingers through his hair and then pulled his head down to you. You placed both your noses together, just like you both did on your wedding day. You smiled and nodded your head. This was you choosing him, allowing him, letting him. You wanted this

and he wanted this too.

He smiled grateful for the reassurance, before pushing his fat cock head into you. You hissed at the stretch, your grip on his locks tightening. Midoriya groaned at the feeling of you wrapping his cock so delicately yet so tight. His shoulders dropped in relief as the bunny fever of spring started to ease up just by being inside you. He sighed in relief once he was fully inside you, the feeling intoxicating. You moaned at the full feeling he was giving you. It felt almost relieving and right to be like this, fitted together to be one.

Midoriya waited a few moment for you to adjust, to get used to his length inside you. Then he felt the itch again, at the back of his mind that made his tail twitch once in anxiousness. Breed. He had to breed you. His hands on your thighs, a tight grip on the plush of them. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable. “Can I be rough with you?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded your head and that’s all he needed.

Carefully withdrawing back, almost pulling his entire length out of you, you breathed in a sigh of relief at the lack of pressure. Then without warning he snapped his hips back forward into you. You moaned in pleasure as from there he started a steady rhythm in and out of you. The beautiful feeling of your sex trying to milk him for all that he had making him not relent. His hands tightened on your thighs as he used your thighs as leverage to move your body up and down his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Midoriya let out a low growl like sound. The sight of your body jolting, chub jostling from the force he was using was enough to make him want to cum already. He was already sensitive due to the time of year, but now being inside you, he had to focus so hard on not absolutely blowing his top off from just being inside you.

Your eyes were rolled back as you cried out in pleasure. You gripped at your chest and at the shirt of his that you wore. Everything was warm, it was hot and yet it was a beautiful type of heat that left you aching and wanting for more. “Izuku! Please! Cum inside me please! Kits! Give me, kits please!” You pleaded to him, aching for him to douse the heat that was the spring mating season and the harsh hold that it had on your body and mind.

Midoriya grunted, he focused on chasing his building orgasm. He smiled at your neediness. “Of course, anything for you.” He smirked down at you, repeating the words he said to you at your wedding. At a particularly hard thrust, your were arching into him with a loud cry. You came over his cock, your hold on him tightening and pulsating. Midoriya moaned at the feeling, his moans slowly started to turn into whines. Needy whines as his thrusts turned less rhythmic. “Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good. So good for me.” He let out as his thrusts started to falter yet more desperate. His grip on you was bruising and you knew it would bruise. “I’m gonna- gonna-” With a whine, and his head placed in the crook of your shoulder his orgasm rippled through him.

You hummed at the warm feeling inside your abdomen as you finally felt peace and relief go through you. “Izu…” You let out tiredly. Midoriya lay on top of you, not wanting to remove himself from inside of you. You were just too good, too perfect, too much for him and yet he couldn’t get enough. “You’re crushing me.” You giggled threading your hands through his hair between his ears. Wordlessly, he rolled over to have you atop of him. He held you safely, his hands moving to hold you by your waist. His head still buried in your neck as he slowly came down from cloud nine. You let out a soft purr like sound in affection. You nudged the top of his head. “Are you alright?” You asked quietly.

He nodded his head. “Yah.” He removed his head from the crook of your neck to relax back against a pillow. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He sniffed wiping at his eyes. You cooed at how cute he was being. You littered kisses over his face. “Hey!” He laughed, trying to escape your kisses. “You think I’m succeeding in my husband duties, hm?” He asked with a chuckle.

You nodded, placing a kiss on his nose. “You had been since the first day I met you, silly. I couldn’t have gotten anyone better.”

-Glitch1d

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