#Basically I have to tell you that your attitude towards work is giving me a lot of extra work.

[sukiipjs]

✿ STOP BEING A BRAT

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↳ matt sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 1685

↳ summary - you have a stressful day, everything pissing you off, you slightly take it out on matt but he makes sure to teach you how to behave. (this is the one i accidentally started writing when i was writing ‘let me help’ LMAO.)

↳ contains - smut, pet names (baby), hair pulling, praise, degrading, swearing, fingering, sex, choking, orgasm, masturbation, cream pie, idk 💀

↳ song - stargirl interlude by the weeknd

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god everything today keep going wrong. first when walking to work, a car sprayed me with water, then this weird guy at work kept harassing me, then i realized forgot my lunch at home and got to eat nothing, and everything else is so annoying. finally i get to go back home and maybe i can actually get to eat and not get harassed by pervs.

i get to my door and grab out my keys, when i open the door i see matt sitting on the couch, he pauses his game and smiles at me as he gets off, starting to walk toward me, “hi baby, how was your day?” i ignore him, honestly i just want everyone to shut the hell up.

i walk toward the fridge getting the sandwich that i was supposed to eat for lunch out and take a bite, “baby? helloooo?” i take out my phone and scroll on instagram a little, “what matt?” he makes a face, kinda surprised at my attitude. “are you okay? you sound annoyed,” i roll my eyes and throw away the crust of my sandwich, “woow so smart!! just leave me alone?”

i grab my phone and storm into my room, throwing myself on my bed, continuing to scroll on my phone. matt follows me and stands in the doorway, “baby? cmon just talk to me what’s up? something happen?” i sigh again, trying to make sure he can really hear me, “matt. please stop talking to me, your being so fucking annoying. everything has been shit today and your annoying voice is not helping.” he makes that face again, surprised and maybe mad?

he walks over to the bed and takes my phone from my hands and sets it on the top of my dresser, “matt what the hell, give it back” i stand up from the bed trying to reach it up top but matt stands in front of it, blocking it. my arm still trys to reach up behind him to get it but he grabs my wrist, “maybe stop being a brat and i’ll give it back?” i scoff and roll my eyes, “shut up! just give it back” i try to shake my arm, trying to have him release it but he doesn’t budge.

he puts his other hand on my shoulder and pushes me down onto the bed, “jesus matt!” he climbs on top of me and narrows his eyebrows, his hand grabs my face making me look at him, “stop acting like a bitch, tell me what’s wrong or maybe i’ll just show you how to not be such a brat?” i stare up at him, my eyes narrowing like his, i try to move my arms and push him off but he uses his other hand that’s not gripping my face to grab my wrists in his hand, pinning them above my head, “fuck you matt!” his face gets closer and closer to mine staring me deep into my eyes, “shut. the fuck. up.”

“make me.” i spit back at him, not breaking eye contact. he sits up a little and turns me over on my stomach quickly, his hand gripping onto my hair pulling my head up from the pillows, “just be a good fucking girl, and if you keep staring at me like that i’ll make those eyes roll back faster than you think,”

he leans his head down a little as he starts kissing at my neck, his hands on my shirt as he pulls it up over my head before he gets fully on top of me, basically sitting on me before going back to kiss me, both his hands move their way under me, grabbing my tits as he marks my neck, “mmm, good girl,” my head lays turned on the pillows as i see the slight smirk on his face.

he moves his hands from under me to have them rest my pants as he goes back to sitting up, he starts to pull them down, my underwear going with it. he grabs my hips, pulling them up, making my knees support me while my ass sticks up.

“such a good girl for me yeah?” he laughs, as he outlines the curves of my body, his fingers trailing over my back. “shut up.” my jaw clenches, still stubborn. his head leans down near me as he tangles his fingers in my hair again, pulling me up. my eyes close as i wince at the feeling, “you know, i don’t know who you’re talking to like that cause i know it’s not me” his face is soft but his voice firm, his eyes scan my face and the marks he made at my collarbones.

he drops my head back onto the bed, i move my elbows to my sides to help support me too, my head kneeling down. my eyes still closed and i hear matt’s belt clink as he pulls it from his pants. i hear a small laugh fall from his mouth as he comes closer to me, my eyes open to see that leather belt is coming around my neck as matt pulls it tighter to fit around me, pulling my hair back out.

“you look so pretty like that,” he smiles before grabbing his shirt to pull it over him, then his pants, dropping them from his body, leaving his boxers on to show the hard outline in them.

he kneels on the bed, his fingers trailing over my ass again, moving down to my thighs then closer and closer to my wetness, aching for his touch. two fingers quickly move inside me, a strained gasp comes out of me as a laugh comes from him. his fingers start to pump in and out of me, his speed increasing. “fuck!” i moan out as matt’s thumb gently grazes on my clit, his fingers moving faster and faster.

“matt! oh- fuck!” my eyes shut hard as my voice whines out, my legs shake as i come closer to my climax. “take it baby, you got this,” he smiles as he keeps going. “let it out baby,” my breaths are short and fast as i let out a straining moan as i release myself on his fingers.

“good girl” he coos, taking his fingers out of me. “sit up,” i do, i sit in front of him on the bed, watching him stand up. he looks down at me, guiding his hand to the side of my face, “so pretty” he has a wide smile on his face as he looks at me.

he slowly moves his hand behind me, reaching for the belt before pulling on to tightly. my head leaning up as i choke softly, “fuck” i mutter as my eyes close again. “even prettier” that wide smile staying on him.

he lets his grip off the belt, letting me breathe again as my eyes open. his hands go to the top of his boxers, pulling them down letting his hardness slap against his stomach. my eyes stay on him, his hard dick in front of me. he throws his boxers to the side as i lean toward him, letting my tongue peek out but just as matt sees he grips onto my hair, pulling my head back as he shakes his head.

“did i say you could touch me?” my teeth clench at the stinging pain as he tightens his pull at my hair, “answer.” my eyes stay open as i try to look at him still, “n-no.” he lets go of my head, resting his arms by his sides. “that’s what i thought,” he shakes his head softly again, now moving one of his hands to his hardness, beginning to slowly stroke himself. “you can watch, don’t touch.”

he stares down at me as he fastens his pace, touching himself. i hear his breath hitch as i stare at his fingers wrapped around himself, softly biting my bottom lip, just wanting him inside me already.

“fuck- open baby,” matt’s finger brushes against my lip as i open my mouth wide. “oh fuck.” he moans out as he releases himself in my mouth. “swallow,” he smiles down at me, his hand still on my cheek as i do as he says, swallowing, “good girl.”

he leans down to capture our lips together, his hands moving to his belt still resting on my neck, he undoes it and throws it to the side, still kissing me. after that he guides his hand to my throat, gently pressing on me as he pulls away from the kiss, “lay down now.” he says softly, pushing a little more to guide me on the bed.

i lay my head back onto the pillows, laying myself on the mattress. matt climbing on top of me, his hand still gripping my neck. his other hand moves my legs to rest up by his hips. “so good,” he praises once more before pushing himself inside me, thrusting fast already. my eyes roll back as i catch my lip between my teeth, his grip on my neck tightening.

he leans down, kissing at my jaw and lips as he slams into me, “so. fucking. good” he lets out small gasps between words, his warm breath blowing against me. i can only get out loud moans as my hand squeezes onto matt’s bicep.

“mph- c-close!” i manage to get out, my hand tightening around his arm as i let myself go around him. soon after matt does the same, releasing himself inside me. he pulls out, taking his hand off my neck and flopping himself beside me. i lay down, catching my breath as his seed drips from me.

i quickly turn over to lay on matt’s chest, wrapping my arms around him. “you good?” he asks, catching his own breath. my head nods into him, “mhm” a small smile stays on his face as his hand goes up to run his fingers in my hair. “i love you,” i nod again, “love you too,” mumbling , my eyes resting as i hold onto him.

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[mrscarmenbearzatto]

nurse cupid | carmen berzatto

claire and carmen used to date. you work under claire, and are now dating carmen. what a fucked up triangle ─ 1.33k cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to be a nurse. Every career day at school, your answer was the same: "I want to be a nurse and help people!" usually written in yellow crayon.

So, managing to score a job in an ER in Chicago was a dream come true. You loved Chicago and your charge nurse, Claire, was one of your closest friends. Emphasis on was. That was before you and Carmy met.

Carmen Berzatto. The boy you met through Syd, one of your oldest friends. After weeks of back and forth flirting, you and him finally asked for each other's numbers and set up a date, much to Syd's apprecation since all he talked about outside of work was you and if you were stopping in.

Claire only found out about your relationship with Carmy after he insisted taking you to work one particularly snowy morning, leaving you with a goodbye kiss.

That day, she gave you more work then usual. More charts, more patients to watch over and check on, and that was on top of your usual work load. Plus, everytime you asked her a question she gave an exhausted sounding sigh and explained it to you like you were a child, with a condescending tone in her voice.

"Claire." You walk over to her, setting the charts (filled out) down on the desk. "What the hell is your issue with me today? You've been giving me your patients and frankly, your attitude towards me is passive aggressive. If there's something I did, tell me what it is and I can fix it." You request.

Her pager beeps as she hums. "The chief wants to see you." She says, beginning to walk off, and you follow her.

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As soon as you stepped foot into the chief’s office, you knew what was happening. One of the ladies from HR you’d met once before, the chief, and Claire. Sat around a coffee table.

“Hi Y/n. Glad you could join us.” You know that’s HR talk for “glad we summoned you, let’s tell you what you did wrong.”

You sit down, noticing the look Claire gives you. It’s almost a glare.

“Mm. Can I ask what this is about?” You question.

“Well, Claire here has a feeling that you’re trying to shove a personal relationship in her face. I understand you are dating her ex and she just feels that-”

“That you’re basically trying to remind me of what Carmen and I went through. What we once had.” Claire cuts Aileen (the woman from HR) off, tilting her head at you as she waits on a response.

You stare at her, actually letting out a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “I’m sorry? Claire, Carm and you broke up nearly a year ago. Why are you still hooked on him?”

“This isn’t about me. You knew damn well I’d be at work this morning when he dropped you off.” “It was freezing cold! He didn’t want me walking or taking a cold train, so he offered to drive me since it’s on his way to work. He gave me a kiss and I never even brought it up to you.”

“Ladies!” The chief cuts you both off. “Aileen has agreed to investigate this further. Y/n, refraining from engaging with your boyfriend for respect of Claire’s feelings would be best.” He encourages.

You actually have tears in your eyes from the frusturation, your hands shaking from where you sit. "I'm sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?" You ask softly, standing up before they answer and practically running out of the room.

You barely make it out before you hear the office door shut, not by you but by Claire. "Y/n-"

"What the hell did I do to you, huh? Is this because Carmen and you broke up, or maybe because I didn't come running to you asking for your permission before I began dating him? What is it?" You question, throwing your hands in the air before slapping your hands against your side.

"Don't blame me for this. You're the one who had to go and act like a.. like a school girl bitch and put your relationship with him near me." She scolds. The tears you had been fighting back actually start falling at that, as you wipe them quickly. You shake your head, as you push past her and the flood of doctors.

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Cold air be damned, you cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the brick wall outside. Ambulances soar past toward the ER exit, but you don't pay them any attention. It isn't until a familiar car pulls up in front of you that you actually look up.

"Hey, pretty girl. You okay?" Carmen's comforting voice asks, getting out of his car with his coat in hands, putting it over your shoulders. His heart breaks at the sight of your tears, nose red from probably the cold and crying, a frown matching yours.

You bury your face in his neck, only moving it to speak. "Claire saw you drop me off this morning and reported me to human resources. Then called me a school-girl bitch for 'putting our relationship near her'." You answer, your voice soft.

He nods slowly, trying to keep himself calm near you. "Why don't you go get in the car, huh? I'll go grab your stuff from inside." He asks, taking your hands in his. You smile. "Thanks, Carmy. Just behave yourself, please." You request, before climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

He watches to make sure you're safe in the car before he goes inside, fists clenched at his side. Behaving himself was something Carmen had never enjoyed doing, so why would he?

He spots Claire almost immediately, walking over. "Carmen-" She begins.

"Claire. What the fuck is your problem?" He cuts her off, staring at her. "Y/n has done nothing to you. If you're pissed about how we left things, that's fine. But you have zero right to harass my girlfriend over how I’ve moved on. I suggest you do the same.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead making his way up to the chief’s office. Knocking on the door and waiting for the faint "come in", Carmen steps into the office and clears his throat as his jacket hangs off one arm.

“Hi, sir. My name is Carmen Berzatto, I’m-”

“I know who you are, son.” Ed, the chief, says with a nod. “And I know why you’re here. And I’d like to only say this once, so I’d appreciate your listening. Y/n is a fantastic employee as I'm sure she's a fantastic partner. I hate to see that girl crying. So, allow this to be a warning.." Ed stands, circling the desk and sitting on the edge, arms crossed right in front of Carmen.

".. If you hurt her, and I find she comes into work again crying because of you, I will end you. Are we clear?" Ed asks, and Carmen immediately asks. "Yes, sir, thank you." He says.

Carmen made his way back to the car, finding you in the frontseat, staring at the radio. He sets your bag in the backseat, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Your radio is all weird." You mumble.

He laughs, placing a kiss on your head. "I'm sorry about Claire. I should have told you.. I promise I am gonna spend the rest of the day making it up to you." He says.

You smile at him. "As long as I've got you, I don't care, Carmy. It isn't your fault."

He grins. "Well, you've got me for as long as you'll have me."

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It doesn't shock anyone when you're moved to a different unit a week later, this time one where your boyfriend didn't date the charge nurse that would harass you. At least if they did, Carmy would be there to comfort you.

Like he always is.

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[lovingmattysposts]

Eastside 7

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: cursings, mentions of drugs, fluff

matt pov

"A minute to spare" I stated throwing the bag onto the table in front of him. He smirked looking down at the bag. He stood up. "Thought you were about to stand me up pretty boy" He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and looked off to the side.

"Why are you requesting me? That's not how this works" I said looking up at him. He just stared down at me with a cold hard gaze. "I'm your supplier, you're the buyer" I said pointing from me to him.

He chuckled looking down. "Aw come on Matthew, I would consider us friends wouldn't you?" He asked smiling motioning between us. I clenched my jaw. I just had to leave my girlfriend to fend for aftercare for herself to come look this guy in the face.

"We're not friends" I said looking at him. He glared at me. "I let you hit a blow off my last package I would say that's pretty friendly" He shrugged looking at me.

"I had a chat with Landon" He said making me look up at him. "Mentioned something about Pallo, a run in at the tracks?" He sighed looking around before landing his eyes on me. I clenched my jaw.

"Some...girl?" He smiled looking down at me. I looked off. "I don't know what you're talking about" I mumbled. He hummed. "So what you're saying is she's available?" He asked looking down at me. I just glared up at him.

"Northside meat doesn't come around here so often" He said softly. "Tastes so sweet, leave her around here too long she starts to get bitter" He said towering over me.

I shook my head looking off. "You got your package, we're done here" I stated stepping back and turning around, but there was a girl standing there with a gun in her hand. I just looked at her raising my eyebrows.

"I want you to meet a friend of mine" Slim said from behind me. The girl smiled walking up to me and then past me walking next to Slim. I sighed turning back around looking between them.

"This is Cecilia" He motioned to the girl with dark hair and dark eyes. I looked over at her. "You keep those packages coming in, Cecilia won't be in issue" He motioned to her. "You keep lying to me" He pointed at me.

"Northside might get a little visit" He stated as Cecilia glared at me. I shook my head. "My dating life shouldn't concern you or Cecilia" I stated looking between them.

"It doesn't" Slim shook his head. "But I don't like your attitude" He pointed at me making me turn my head and take a breath. "And you threatened my friend Pallo" He said stepping towards me. I glared up at him.

"I didn't like that either" He clenched his jaw down at me. "So step out of line again, or y/n's getting a visit I don't give a fuck who's daughter she is" He glared at me. It shook me a little bit that he already knew her name but I didn't let it show.

"Tell Pallo to stay off the tracks and I wouldn't have to threaten him" I stated back at him. "Y/n and I are not together" I lied looking at him. He hummed stepping back.

"I hope you're telling the truth. Northside blood in this buisness is a sweet thing" He smirked. I clenched my fists from the way he was speaking about her. He glanced down to my fists.

"But you're not together then?" He smiled. I let out a hard breath. "This conversation is over" I said through gritted teeth. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

"Thanks for the package delivery boy" He smirked and I shook my head and turned walking out.

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y/n pov

I ran up basically jumping onto Matt. "Boyfriend!" I yelled wrapping my arms around him, pushing him to the ground from the impact. His eye were wide as I laughed.

Chris and Nick looked down at us shaking their head. "Is this what being in a relationship is like?" Chris asked looking over to Nick. Nick shrugged. I smiled as Matt attempted to get out of my grip.

"Why are you attacking me?" He laughed sitting up. I smiled sitting up. "First time my dad is letting me come over here, to his knowledge" I smiled brightly at him. He smiled and shook his head.

"Calls for a celebration" I smiled. Matt looked up at Nick and Chris. "Yeah I agree, you two get out" Matt said looking between them. They glared at him. I rolled my eyes.

"Not that" I pushed his shoulder and then stood up off the ground and extending my hand, which he took and I pulled him off the ground. He smiled down at me.

"Then what?" He asked pushing hair behind my ear. "Okay, I feel like i'm watching something I shouldn't" Nick mumbled as he walked out of the room. Chris smiled and shook his head before leaving the room too. I just shook my head as they left.

"I missed you" I frowned looking up at him. He smiled leaning down at picking me up, wrapping my legs around his torso. He smiled as he held me against him, just smiling at me. "I missed you my love" He whispered.

"I'm surprised you can carry me like this skinny boy" I chuckled looking down at him. He rolled his eyes before throwing me off of him and onto his bed, making me laugh. He smiled crawling over me and pinning my arms down.

"You seem so happy" He smiled at me, letting my arms go. "Because I am. I'm with you, i'm always happy" I smiled. He rolled his eyes. "I want that in writing" He said shaking his head, making me roll my eyes.

I smiled up at him trailing my arms up his arms just admiring him. "I love you" I whispered. He smiled leaning down and kissing me slowly. "I love you more" He whispered against my lips. I let out a breath.

"Never leave me" I whispered. He smiled. "You couldn't push me away" He smiled before kissing the side of my face. He moved his hands over my curves. "Now" He breathed looking back up at me.

"What do you wanna do baby?" He whispered smiling.

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"You're disgusting" He cringed as I picked up a diet coke. I rolled my eyes. "Go get your Pepsi and shut up" I shook my head at him. He shook his head reaching over me and picked up at Pepsi.

"Come on" I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the candy aisle. He just smiled at me as I picked up a snickers bar. "Snickers or Hersheys?" I asked looking at him. He sighed. "Neither those are fucking gross" he laughed. I rolled my eyes before throwing him the m&m's and grabbing the snickers.

We walked up to the register scanning the items before Matt paid. We walked towards the door out of the gas station. He held the door open for me looking down at me. "What movie do you wanna watch?" I smiled up at him. He smiled and shrugged.

"Whatever you want my love" He stated grabbing my hand. I smiled looking up seeing a girl standing against a car looking at us. She looked over at me a slight smile on her face and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at her.

She had dark hair and dark eyes, a few tattoos lining her arms and a nose ring. Her gaze felt hard on me, I couldn't shake it. I paused slightly when I felt Matt drop my hand. I looked up at him wondering why he dropped my hand as I saw him staring at the girl too, his face dropping.

"Hello Matthew"

My head looked between her and him, my heart slightly clenching from her knowing his name, when i had no idea who this girl was. She kicked up off the car before walking up to us. Matt swallowed stepping slightly away from me. I just looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked looking down at her with a strong glare. "Matt who is this?" I said looking at him, my smile completely gone. She smiled looking over at me. Not an endearing smile, like a sarcastic smile.

"Cecilia" She stated holding her hand out for me to shake. I glanced my eyes down at her extended hand and back up to her face, crossing my arms over my chest. She lowered her hand taking a deep breath.

"See this one takes after you Matthew" She smiled at him. I clenched my jaw wanting nothing more than to wipe that damn smile clean off her face.

"Y/n, let's go" Matt said staring at her, but I didn't move. "Matt who is she?" I asked again looking at him angrily. "Yeah Matt, who I am?" She smiled up at him. He took in deep breath looking between me and her.

"She's no one" He stated looking at me. I just looked at him worry all over my face. "You two together?" She asked motioning between us. I looked up at Matt waiting for him to respond. He looked down at her clenching his jaw.

She looked over at me, raising her eyebrows. "Yes" I said glaring at Matt. Matt bit his lip looking off to the side. "Oh" Her face lit up. "Are you?" She said looking at Matt who closed his eyes.

"He didn't make that fact so clear when I first met him" She smiled at me. My mouth slightly parted as my arms dropped by my side as I looked up at my boyfriend.

"Stop" Matt said looking down at her. She smiled and shrugged. "Did you? Or did I misunderstand when you said you weren't together?" She asked looking down at me. Matt grabbed my hand pulling me away.

"We're leaving" He stated as he dragged me away. I didn't say anything as I looked down at my shoes as we walked away. I swallowed the lump in my throat as we walked. He looked down at me once we turned down the street.

"Y/n" He stated. I didn't look up at him.

I didn't want to be mad at him. I didn't want to fight anymore. I just wanted us to be okay. But god, that hurt.

I felt my eyes pool with tears as I let out breath. He stopped walking and I turned away from him, not wanting him to see my face. "Y/n" He sighed grabbing my arm, making me look at him. His eyes scanned my face and he closed his eyes looking down.

I pulled my arm away from him.

"It's not what it looked like, I promise" He sighed looking up at me. I shook my head letting a tear fall from my eye. "It's okay" My voice broke. He bit his lip as he looked at me.

"I promise" He whispered and I nodded. "It's okay" I repeated. It wasn't okay. Nothing about that interaction was okay. My heart was physically clenching.

He shook his head. "It's not okay. I've only interacted with that girl once and we didn't even speak. I was talking to someone else" He said shaking his head. "When you said we weren't together you mean?" I asked softly looking up at him. He sighed looking at me.

"I had to. You don't understand the situation" He shook his head. I threw my hands up as tears fell down my face. "Then help me understand" I said shaking my head. He pressed his hands to his face.

"I can't" He said looking at me. I swallowed looking down. "You told me there wasn't anyone else" I whispered. He stepped forward, putting my face in his hands. "There's not anyone else. There will never be anyone else" He shook his head, his eye pleading with me.

I looked off to the side. I could choose to trust him. I could choose to let this go. After all, it was just some random girl. I looked up at him. He looked at me with sorrow on his face as he reached down wiping my tears with his fingers.

“I promise” He shook his head. I let go of a breath. “Okay” I nodded. He sighed pulling me against him. I knew he had secrets. I wish he didn’t, but I guess that was just a part of him. Being his girlfriend I had to deal with that. I just wish I didn’t have to.

“Come on, I’ll let you pick any movie and I won’t complain” He smiled down at me. I smiled softly and nodded. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me as we walked.

Matt pov

She felt stiff beneath me, like she wanted to melt against my touch but her body wouldn’t let her. I swallowed as I let her go but still held her hand.

I knew the second my eyes landed on Cecilia, it was gonna be bad, but I wasn’t expecting her to cry. It broke my heart and it was out of my control because there was nothing I can do.

I just prayed to god that she didn’t think I was cheating on her, because I would commit murder before that happened. I hated the way this made me feel, the way she gave in so easily and the tears streaming down her face as she said it was okay.

It broke my heart.

I hated this. I hated hiding from her. I trusted her with my life. Why could I trust her with this? The only issue was that it didn’t just effect me, it effected Chris and Nick too. Most of all, it effected her. It would effect her life if she knew why I knew Cecilia. It would put her in danger, more than she already was.

That I wasn’t willing to risk.

“Formal is next weekend” I smiled down at her, making her wipe the last year from her eye and smile at the ground as we walked.

“You picked a dress yet?” I asked pulling her slightly. She looked up at me, a slight blush on her cheeks. She shrugged. “I have this one dress that I wore to my cousin’s wedding last year. It would work, but I don’t love it” She mumbled looking at the ground.

I just looked down at her. “I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in anything my love” I smiled making her shake her head.

“It kind of reminds me of a Halloween costume more than a dress. My dad didn’t want me to wear anything revealing” She laughed lightly, making my eyes go wide. I shook my head pulling out my wallet and stopping.

She turned back towards me as I pulled out two hundred dollar bills. “What are you doing?” She asked staring at me. I handed her the money. “Buy something you love” I smiled at her. Her smile dropped and shook her head attempting to hand the money back.

“No, I don’t wanna take your money” she stated, but I stepped back. “It’s not my money I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never seen that in my life” I shook my head smiling making her shake her head smiling.

I walked over to her putting her face into my hands. “I want you to feel good. Especially when you’re dressed up. Take the money and shut up for once” I sighed looking at her. She shook her head blushing.

“Fine” She smiled making me smile. I stepped back as we continued to walk back to my house.

-

y/n pov

I sighed as flipped through what seemed like the same 100 dresses. They were either too short, too long, too flashy, too boring. All of them looked like something I would die before being seen in. It felt like a crime even trying it on.

I didn’t even tell my dad I was coming here, and I wasn’t going with Matt. I didn’t want him to see me in a dress until he had to. I wanted it to a surprise. So here I was shopping by myself. I silently thanked myself that I didn’t bring Matt because he would make me show him all of the dresses I tried on before I decided against them.

Staring at the dress in the mirror, I think he would have broke up with me. I ripped it off my body before picking up the last dress. A small flowy gold dress, not too flashy of a gold, with small gold bows on the straps.

I smiled picking it up off the hanger before unzipping it and stepping into it. I smiled as I smoothed out the dress, looking at myself in the mirror. I turned and spun around in the mirror. I love it.

Finally.

I tilted my head imagining Matt’s reaction to the dress. He’s never seen me in a dress before, let alone one this pretty. I turned looking at the dress from behind. Or this short. My dad was gonna flip.

I didn’t care.

Matt would love it. I smiled wanting to jump and down. Before pulling out my phone.

to: matty baby

found the dress

I looked back up the mirror, imagining what I was gonna do with my hair, the makeup. I never got to dress up, God sometimes I didn’t even feel like a girl. The only person who made me feel like I was a girly girl in a dress 24/7 was Matt.

He was the only I didn’t have to put on a cold front around. The only one who saw my soft side, but I guess it was the same with him. No one else saw him like I did. That made me more happy than the dress.

I felt my phone buzz as I unzipped the dress and stepped out of it grabbing my old clothes.

from: matty baby

yeah? let me see

I slipped my shorts back on and pulled the shirt back over my head before texting back.

to: matty baby

just took it off. Sorry you’ll have to wait.

I grabbed the dress before opening the dressing room and stepping back out into the store, looking down at my phone as he responded.

from: matty baby

does that mean you’re naked? Now I really wanna see :)

I shook my head as I walked up to the register.

to: matty baby

no, it means I’m walking up to the register to buy the dress Matthew.

I smiled up at the girl before handing her the dress glancing back down at my phone.

From: matty baby

NAKED????

I muffled a laugh before texting back.

to: matty baby

you’re impossible. go back to your nap please

I handed the girl the money as she printed my receipt and put the dress in the bag. I felt my phone buzz

from: matty baby

can’t. Now you got me thinking about you naked, impossible to fall back asleep now

I smiled as I pushed the door to the store open texting back.

to: matty baby

scroll through pictures I’ve already sent

He texted back immediately

from: matty baby

you haven’t sent me new ones in SO LONG. please come over

I rolled my eyes.

to: matty baby

I’m on my way

“It’s a cute dress”

My head snapped up. I hadn’t realized I stopped walking and I didn’t realize the girl staring at me. I sighed and looked down when I realized who it was.

“What’d you buy it for?” She smiled walking slowly up to me. I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re stalking me now?” I asked looking at her with narrowed eyes. She rolled her eyes.

“You wish” She shook her head. I just looked at her. “I just like to shake you up” She smirked and tilted her head at me. “You looked pretty shaken up the other night” She smiled. I rolled my eyes.

She’s just trying to get under my skin and I wasn’t going to let her. I glared at her. “You seem pretty interested in my boyfriend” I stated. She smiled and closed her eyes.

“He’s pretty cute” She stated pushing her lips together. I clenched my jaw turning to the side. “Yeah, well he’s got a triplet brother who seems just your type” I said my jaw strong as I attempted to move past her, but she blocked my path.

“You seem soft” she stated looking at me. I glared at her. “And you seem like a bitch” I spat back. She stepped up to me glaring hard.

“Watch it Northside” she snapped. I rolled my eyes. It’s always the Northside this, Eastside that. “I might look warm and fuzzy on the outside, but come near my boyfriend again and the fuzz falls off. Got it?” I snapped back.

She smiled stepped back.

“I kinda like you, in different circumstances I think we’d be friends” She said nodding and crossing her arms over her chest. I scoffed. “And what circumstances are we currently in?” I asked looking at her.

She licked her lips and shrugged.

“None. Just wondering what a girl like you’s doing with a guy like him” She smiled, but it wasn’t sincere. I took in a breath.

What would it look like? The chief daughter getting arrested for assault. Dad blames it on Matt, saying he’s a bad influence on me. We’re back to square one of sneaking out the window.

Not worth it.

“Just leave me alone” I shook my head as I started to walk. She followed me walking by my side. “Northside blood dating Eastside blood. I can’t recall last time that happened” she smiled up at me. I ignored her as I walked to my car.

“I’m pure blood. All Eastside in me” she smiled making me stop. “Pure blood? The fuck do you think this is Harry Potter?” I snapped turning to her. She smiled and shrugged.

“Just thinking maybe he shouldn’t waste his time with someone like you” She stated boldly. I can’t fight her. I don’t think I’d even win. “I think I’d look good next to him” She stepped back.

“Our tattoos would match” She motioned to her arms. “And I’ve got piercings in places you can’t even see” She smiled tapping her nose ring. I shook my head at her.

“You look like you’d kill a bug and expect his trophy” She chuckled. I glared off to the side. Why was I sitting here listening to this chick?

“He might like the sweet taste now” She stepped towards me. I just watched her. “But then he’ll get sick” She pouted. I let out a hard breath. “Then decide he wants something a little more sour” She smiled. I gripped my bag hard.

She glanced down at my bag. “Have fun at your dance sweetie” She said tapping my bag with her fingers before pushing past me and walking off.

I let out a hard breathing trying to shake what she was saying to me. I normally don’t take anything people say about me to heart, especially with a boyfriend like Matt. I get digs left and right and so does he.

But she was right. I did look soft standing next to him. I opened my car door before throwing my bag into the passenger seat of my car.

I pulled out my phone.

to: matty baby

change of plans. I’ll see you in a couple hours.

He immediately texted back

from: matty baby

what why?

I clicked off my phone before throwing my phone next my bag, putting the key in my car and gripping the steering wheel, hard.

this was a little short but oh whale

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[smuttykdrama]

[Hyunsu x Fem!Survivor!Reader / Sweet Home Season One]

Warnings: Depression, ED if you squint, Cha Hyunsu needs a hug, Self loathing, Eunhyuk is an ass in this, Kissing, Hyunsu is baby boy - .

Plot: You and Eunhyuk have been best friends for as long as you can remember, but your eyes are on Hyunsu. You comfort him as he goes through a hard time after going on missions for Eunhyuk.

Story under the cut!

"What does it matter to you if he's in pain or not? He's a monster who could turn at any time. He's in there to protect us."

Eunhyuk paced around outside Hyunsu's room he was confined in, scowling at you.

"(Y/N). This is my last warning. Don't get close to Cha Hyunsu. He'll only hurt you if he turns. I need to protect you-"

You sighed, angrily folding your arms, tears building up in your eyes. How could Eunhyuk, your best friend, be so cold towards another? Hyunsu was basically a prisoner in this place. They made him work all day and night exploring the building and fighting monsters, leaving him exhausted when he got back. At this point, you doubted that Eunhyuk even fed him or took care of his half healed wounds.

"Ya, Lee Eunhyuk, how could you be so thoughtless? Hyunsu has done nothing wrong. He's still human, like you and me! How could you lock him in that room and starve him?! Not to mention leaving him to heal by himself!"

You yelled furiously, really upset. You were the only one who dared approach Hyunsu, and you could tell he wasn't doing well mentally or physically.

"He isn't a human. He's a monster. I can't risk you getting hurt trying to fix him."

Eunhyuk stated calmly, unfazed by your outburst. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart.

"I'm doing this for you. Feel this? My heart beats only for you, so why? Why are you so obsessed with Cha Hyunsu?"

His voice seethe with jealousy. Ah. So torturing Hyunsu was Eunhyuk's way of showing his jealousy. You always knew that Eunhyuk had a crush on you ever since middle school. But as you grew older, his attitude became more stoic and stern.

"I don't give a fuck about your little crush on me, Lee Eunhyuk. You've hurt my Hyunsu, and you're going to pay for it one day. Leave me. I'm going to see him and you can't stop me."

And with that, you walked away, entering Hyunsu's room. Eunhyuk was stunned and angered, but knee he couldn't stop you. You'd soon find out not to trust a monster. As you stepped inside, you softly called out,

"Hyunsu?"

He immediately recognised your voice and ran over to you like a lost puppy. His averting eyes and soft voice made your heart flutter. He rubbed his arm gently, mumbling.

"(Y-Y/N)? Oh...hi."

Hyunsu greeted, his head hanging low. You were appalled by the mere sight of him. He had torn clothes, bruises everywhere, half healed cuts, and looked genuinely exhausted.

"Hyunsu...how have you been?"

He looked down, gulping nervously.

"Fine.."

"Cha Hyunsu. You don't look fine...how long has it been, sweetheart?"

His head snapped up in confusion.

"How long since what?"

"How long since you've rested and had a meal?"

Hyunsu anxiously twiddled with his fingers, unable to keep still. Over the past week, you'd become someone very precious to him, ever since you'd stopped him from ending his life. He didn't want to tell you the truth. He didn't want you to worry about him...but Hyunsu knew that you'd find out eventually.

"Five days, noona..I haven't slept..the monster..it's hurting.."

He whispered sadly, unable to contain his depressed thoughts. He continued,

"I'm a monster. Monsters don't sleep or need food, right? And I'm In here because I'm a threat to everyone. Noona, it's dangerous, you should leave."

You were stunned; to see such a sweet person talking down on themselves felt extremely sad. Hyunsu's eyes filled with tears as he turned away from you, prompting you to move closer, until your front was completely up against his back. You back hugged him, snaking your hands around his waist.

"Hyunsu...you're not a monster. You're our savior, I can't imagine how exhausting this has been for you. To protect everyone. all while keeping a distance, unable to interact properly. I'm sorry about Eunhyuk and the others. They don't understand."

A tear slipped down his sunken cheek.

"Hyunsu - ah, I've brought you some food."

You said, breaking the hug and offering him some ramen. Hyunsu's eyes went wide as he saw the food. He was starving, but didn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

"I'm a monster. I won't die if I don't eat."

He stated simply, turning back around again.

"But..Hyunsu..that doesn't mean you won't feel hunger."

"I'll just...not eat..."

He insisted stubbornly. You sighed angrily and lifted his chin up with yoru hand suddenly.

"Cha Hyunsu. Eat. Eat or I'll force feed you. Then get some sleep. I'll lay with you."

You ordered him gently, but firmly, glaring into his eyes. He finally gave in, grabbing a few pieces of the ramen from you before retreating to his bed. You pulled up another chair and sat next to him, watching him consume the noodles. After a moment, he put down the bowl and turned to face you.

"Thank you, Noona...nobody else had bothered to visit me.."

Hyunsu got up from the makeshift bed and leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your face burned bright red as he shyly and softly kissed you.

"God, Hyunsu. Stay safe on your missions for Eunhyuk, okay? You're mine. And I don't want you hurting what's mine."

Hyunsu could've died. You. his Noona...liked him? Even if he was a depressed, tired monster, you accepted him.

"O-okay..."

Hyunsu smiled, taking your hand in his. You ruffled his hair.

"Good boy."

Eunhyuk stares at the door.

#imagine #x reader #kdrama #kdrama x reader #kdrama imagine #sweet home imagine #sweet home x reader #cha hyunsu #cha hyunsoo #hyunsu x reader #hyunsoo x reader #hyunsu #hyunsoo #sweet home #song kang #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort

[mamayan]

Ahem. Hotaru Haganezuka ask here. He is a virgin but he's good w his fingers.

Anything for you!♥️ I need to write more for him, he’s such a cutie. I totally screwed up and forgot the virgin aspect, but he’s 100% a virgin before marriage so… this is just some relationship fluff.

☆彡Break Time★彡

Hotaru Haganezuka x Wife! Reader

TW: Spanking (¿) • Couples Argument • Fingering (F) • Very light edging/overstimulation

It’s been days, and for the first time in his life, Hotaru felt guilty.

He knew his own passion and obsession for work worried his fellow colleagues, especially Kozo, who often would monitor and intervene if he was taking it too far and jeopardizing his health. He’d never expressed his gratitude properly, as he is forced to swallow the bitter medicine of experiencing this stress himself.

There you were, his adorable and sweet new bride, working still. Even now. Hardly eating, not sleeping, and while you’ve bathed that’s the longest you’ve pulled yourself from your work. He wanted to be understanding, because truly he too enjoyed the craft he’s dedicated his life too… but it’s different when it’s you throwing your health away. His hypocrisy lost on him though, as he only focuses on the rising anger at your carelessness for your health. Never mind how he treats himself, that’s not the issue here.

You hadn’t moved in eight hours, not even when he spoke or tried to touch you. Instead, you became enraged when he attempted to intervene or redirect.

Hotaru is not a patient man. If he hadn’t been busy with his own work, you wouldn’t have gotten away with this so long.

Your sass and attitude maxing out his boiling point, though not a difficult thing to do, when you’d snapped at him.

“Hotaru! You’re being a nuisance, please let me focus!” You huffed, your tired eyes and furrowed brows not cute enough to stop his explosion.

“Woman! You’re done! Time for a damn break,” you’re hauled into his arms, before being thrown over his shoulder as he furiously rambles at you.

“What’re you even thinking?! Do you want to die?! When was the last time you ate, huh?! Or slept?!” His mood coupled with being torn from your concentration and lack of sleep, ignites your own fiery rage.

You begin pounding uselessly at his wide back, kicking your feet and making his eye twitch as you shout back.

“Idiot! I’m not tired, put me down! Who’re you to judge?! Ah!” You jolt, crying out and cutting your tirade short when a large palm smacks your ass. He lands another on the other cheek even as he storms towards your home.

“I’m stupid?! If you’re not tired, that’s fine. I’ll help make you tired.” He’s fuming, but it’s not anything new with the hot blooded man.

You go to speak again, but a firm squeeze to your ass has you hushing, your gut instinct telling you not to rile him up further. He enters your home and goes straight for your shared bedroom, gently swinging you back to your feet and pushing you down onto your bed.

He tosses the mask and hair cover, revealing his irritated expression and dark gaze.

“You gonna fix that attitude and sleep or am I gonna have to make you?” His arms crossed over his chest expose his forearms as his haori slides up. The thick veins and muscles have you somewhat simmering down, your work becoming slightly less important as you peak up at your husband.

It feels like you’re losing though, as you pout and contemplate the best route to returning to work.

You could give in, but when has he ever made it easy to tear him from his work? You had to tickle him to disable him long enough for Kozo to drag him home. Even then, you had to threaten him within an inch of his life to make him settle and do basic hygiene and eat. You’d become familiar with his knives and throwing them.

Thinking about what a pain he is when it comes to overworking, you can’t help pushing back.

“This is unfair Taru, I’m nearly done anyway so just let me—,”

“Fucking stubborn.” He mutters under his breath, truly not seeing the irony. He drops to his knees, gripping your shoulders and manhandling you onto his lap, sitting your back to his chest while he snickers at your protests.

“You really don’t want to be good for me?” His gruff tone has you pausing in your fight, swallowing thickly at the implication.

You do want to be good for him, but he’s clearly rubbed off on you because you also don’t feel like listening. Being so sleep deprived, you worried if you did rest you’d lose all sense of creativity and your work would be ruined if you stopped now.

“I-I do, but Taru…oh,” you still as you feel his rough hands smooth over your clothes, before slipping beneath to feel your bare thighs.

“Not oh,” He mocks teasingly, leaning over you to lick the shell of your ear as you softly squeal and try to turn away. “You need to say ‘yes my darling Hotaru, my wonderful husband, always know best’.” He can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you aren’t amused in your cranky state. “Don’t want to listen?” His question is foreboding but you just huff in annoyance, trying to wiggle your hips to make his hands either move where you want them or release you.

He lets his fingers dance over your skin for a moment, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms after so many days apart.

Hotaru lets one finger drag up your bare slit, groaning as he realizes you wore nothing beneath your yukata.

“Did you not miss me?” He whispers in your ear, and the moan you release as he lightly uses your slick to coat your clit is lovely. “Your work truly can’t wait? Even for this?” He presses into you, sinking one thick finger deep inside while you pant and grind down onto his hand. “Taru~ feels good,” you melt into his firm chest, letting him slowly pump his digit in and out of your pussy.

He chuckles, letting you get nice and comfortable before he removes his finger, your whine met with a harsh slap over your clit.

He laughs at your cry, back to rubbing soothing circles again. “Didn’t want you falling asleep, you said you weren’t tired right?” Your arousal spiked but annoyance ignited again, you wrap your arms behind you, around his own neck. He complies to your nonverbal demand by leaning further and kissing you, swallowing your moans as you open for him to invade.

Your mouth is nearly as hot as your pussy, his finger returning with another to sink inside you again.

You’re putty in no time. One arm around your waist to keep you still as you moan and cry for him, begging for him to go faster or harder because he’s just shy of doing enough make you cum.

“What’s wrong doll? Wasn’t I a nuisance earlier, but now you’re making so many demands. At least this mouth is cute and honest.” He’s doing it on purpose, keeping your peak just out of reach as you slowly unfold in his arms. The squelching of your pussy is noisy, especially when he picks up speed and intensity, only to drop back to an agonizingly slow and exploratory pace. He has nail marks in his arms, but he’s uncaring as he dedicates his full attention to making you as wet as possible without letting you have an orgasm.

His eyes track your face, tears finally bubbling over and spilling as you sniff and babble at him, begging for forgiveness and mercy.

“Look at you pretty thing, am I just so deep inside your pussy?” He’s not letting you answer, slotting his lips against your own again as he begins to increase his pace, slipping yet another finger inside you. You’ve been held on the edge so long you can’t hold back anymore, crying into his mouth as you finally cum.

Hotaru breaks the kiss in amazement as you jerk and try to claw out of his hold, whining almost as if in pain until he sees the fluids from your pussy squirting out.

“Taru, please, no, I can’t—” you nearly choke on the words, unable to hardly breathe because he just keeps going. Those rough calloused fingers filling you up and spreading you wide as they fuck you.

Unfortunately for you, he’s not paying attention. Too focused and enamored with how much you came, how hard and intense, and without even meaning to, you’re sent over the edge again. You nearly wail, the force of your muscles contracting as the pleasure explodes behind your eyes is enough to almost render you unconscious.

The way you shake and writhe in his arms finally breaks his focus as he looks down at you, so fucked out from his fingers alone you can’t keep your eyes open.

A part of him wants to make you do that again, but another acknowledges his wife needs rest like he originally intended to force.

Orgasms were good for sleep though, right? He always found his mood improving after he’s came, and clearly it worked well for you. Your soft nearly boneless figure in his arms proof.

“Sleepy?” He’s soft, kissing your forehead and cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as you yawn and nod. “Mhm…” he doesn’t tease you further, laying you down properly on the bed, and getting up for a damp wash rag to clean up, and even making sure you drink some water. He was a bit worried of dehydration since you’d cum so hard.

He could go back to work, there’s another project he needs to start soon…

Your warm and sleepy figure in bed stops him though. He can’t resist stripping and climbing in with you, pulling you close and breathing you in.

While he’s not going to stop work for something measly like sleep or food, he’d never say no to this. Holding you. Sleeping beside you. Waking up with you.

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[dave-me0wstaine]

ever since i read a post on here a while ago about dilf! dave with a younger gf i have not been the same and quite frankly, i need to write about it before i combust

summary: reader is being a brat, and dave is not having it. (also dave is kinda sorta really mean?)

nsfw under the cut!

ok so let's say you meet dave in his mid forties, while you yourself are in your mid twenties. this relationship is quite different from dave's previous ones. for one, he's a lot more mature, a lot more subdued; he's not as impulsive or unruly as he was in his youth. secondly, he's (arguably) become more patient, which, incidentally, makes him an excellent brat tamer.

granted, dave doesn't have to tame you often; especially considering he treats you like a princess. he takes you out on dates, buys you nice things (even if you whine and tell him not to spend his money on you), makes sure you feel loved and cared for. he basically treats you as if you hung the stars in the sky. you're his pride and joy, his baby.

if this wasn't enough, dave fucks you good too. any way you ask for it, he'll give it to you; if you want it gentle, he's pulling you into the missionary position or spooning you, giving you gentle deep thrusts as he whispers words of praise. if you want it rough, dave's yanking your hair, manhandling you into all sorts of positions, pushing your head down so he can shove his cock unapologetically down your throat; the whole nine yards. usually though, dave only gets rough with you whenever you're being a brat.

it's not often that you decide to be bratty, but usually it comes after a show, when you're tired and ready to go home, or when you're out and a girl comes up to get an autograph, and begins not-so-subtly flirting with him. other times, it's simply because you want to get a rise out of him. and this was one of those times.

you and dave are spending precious time together at home, watching a movie and sitting on the couch. usually, you're cuddled up underneath his big arm, but tonight you decide to curl up at the complete opposite end of the couch. dave, who's just come home from tour a few weeks ago, doesn't like the lack of physical contact.

"c'mere, honey." dave mutters, reaching his hand out to touch your outstretched leg. in response, you curl your leg back towards you, dave's finger tips barely gliding against your bare leg. a decidedly bratty, slightly mean-spirited thing to do, you think to yourself.

"don't wanna," you huff out. it's childish, you're aware, but you really want to see how much you can work dave up. usually he has a bit more patience with you, however, today, unbeknownst to you, his patience is thin.

"fix your attitude." dave says, a stern look on his face. part of you already wants to fold, to be his good girl and curl up next to him, give him gentle kisses all over his face. but again, you want to see just how far you can push him.

so, you dramatically turn your nose up at him, and respond, "fix it for me."

instantly the mood changes. dave's arm shoots out to grab your calf and yanks your leg, pulling your body into a laying position on the couch.

"i didn't ask you. i told you." dave grits out. your eyes widen in surprise. "fix. your. attitude." deciding to test your luck, you hesitantly shake your head no in response.

"no?" dave's voice lilts in a condescending tone. he seemingly gives you one more chance to speak, to say something to quell his anger, but you stay wide-eyed and silent.

dave's face darkens with a mix of lust and anger, and for a fleeting moment, you're scared. but that fear soon turns into a heat that pools between your legs.

"you're gonna regret this little attitude of yours, i hope you know." dave smirks, and tangles a fist in your hair to yank you up from your laying position.

"get up." he hisses, and with his fist in your hair, he guides you over his knee and instructs you to pull your pajama pants down.

with your torso over his knee, it's hard to get your pants down in the awkward position, but dave only pulls your hair harder, snapping "hurry up. i don't have all fuckin' day, slut."

as soon as your pants are down, dave's landing harsh, heavy-handed smacks to your ass, making you squirm in his grip.

"the fuck's gotten into you, huh? you just wanted me to be rough with you? is that it?" dave growls out, "decided to be a bitch so i'd show this pretty pussy of yours some attention?"

"m not bein' a bitch," you whine out, "you are." you mumble, mostly to yourself, but dave hears your backtalk.

"you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you whore?" dave snarls, and spreads your legs apart. before you can dig yourself into an even deeper hole, he starts delivering rough, hard slaps to your pussy.

your whines rise in pitch, and you feel tears begin to prick in your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. in vain, you try to wriggle from his grasp, to block his hands from your heat, but he just swats them away and growls at you to be still. but suddenly, it what seems to be an act of mercy, dave stops, and begins rubbing the heated flesh of your backside.

"aww, does it hurt, baby?" he coos in a condescending tone, but your too delirious with pain and pleasure to realize it.

"mmhm," you sniffle, nodding your head.

"good, it's supposed to." dave sneers, and begins smacking your ass and cunt once more. "you think you can just give me attitude and get away with it? huh, you little slut?" he questions, but you're so far gone already all you can do is cry and attempt to blubber out an apology.

"p-please!! daddy, m'sorry, i didn't mean to," you cry out. despite your initial commitment to being a brat, with the hits dave is delivering to your ass and clit, your stubbornness quickly determinations into submission.

"well, you should've thought about that before you opened that mouth of yours," dave replies in a condescending tone. however, to your surprise, dave decides to show you mercy, and sinks his fingers deep into your cunt as he's rubbing the battered skin of your backside.

"m'sorry.." you whimper, big hot tears running down your cheeks.

dave coos at you once more, this time in a genuine way. "i know, baby. but you've learned your lesson, haven't you?".

before he can even finish his sentence, you're frantically nodding his head. "mmhm! m'your good girl, promise!" you babble in his lap. if he weren't so turned on, dave might've laughed at your pathetic state. instead, all he could feel was a surge of pride that he had reduced you to such a state in such a short amount of time.

"i know, baby, you just had to be reminded of that, huh sweetheart?" he says, pushing your curled body off of his lap. before you can pout at the loss of contact, dave gestures to the bed, "why don't you lay on your back for me, pretty?."

this time, dave does laugh, watching as you scramble to lay on the bed, just as he asked of you. he crawls on top of you, and lays in between your legs. he craddles your head in his hands, placing soft, gentle kisses to your skin; a stark contrast to his rough actions only moments earlier.

"you're so pretty when you cry." dave mumbles, almost to himself. you nuzzle your face into the side of one of his hands, and gasp as you feel the head of dave's cock run through your wet folds.

as he slowly slides his cock inside of you, you begin rambling once more. "thank you, f-fuck, thank you,". however, you're gratefulness doesn't last long, as dave sets a brutal, unforgiving pace.

"f-fuck! s'too much, please," you whine, feebly pushing your hands against his lower torso in an attempt to push him away. if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was in your stomach with how deep he's thrusting into you. it's all too much to handle, especially after his rather rough spanking. it'd be a miracle if you could sit tomorrow, much less walk. much to your dismay, dave simply swats your hands away, and hikes your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.

"what? did you think i'd let you get off with only a spanking? after talking to me like you did?" dave smirks at your widening eyes of realization, that the punishment has only just begun.

#this took forever to complete but its finally done!! #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth smut #megadeth x reader

[roachesbf]

Heyy i hope your doing ok!

I wanted to request a Soap x male reader, its very similiar to your rabbit!Rudy x Jessica!male reader story but hear me out 👀

Male reader is hot af like dude be making people stare at him jaw dropped and shi, not only that but he smart as hell too, dude graduated from Harvard in the highest honour, wealthy af and he strong af too AND hes a total sweetheart to Soap but he abit cold to strangers.

So basically male reader was somehow able to convince Price to let him visit the base and everybody staring at him like "zamnn👀👀" but then male reader sees Soap and his cold and stoic expression completely melts and he just runs up to Soap and hugs tf out him and gives Soap some of the food he cooked for him and is just being cheesy af to Soap and then a strangers aprouches Male reader and tries to ask him something and Male reader goes "what😐" and then immediatly goes back to baby-ing Soap.

PLEASE I WOULD CRY TEARS OF JOY IF YOU DO THIS🙇🙇🙇

Soap Headcanons: Ft absolute whipped Male!S/O

Somehow someway you’ve managed to secretly sneak your way into Price's spot of number one favorite. Being able to easily convince him to visit base and get a chance to see everyone again*cough*SOAP*cough*. He obviously knows why you want to go, practically everyone does but he doesn’t have it in his old man heart to say no so you always get your way. You always use the excuse of helping out like doing paperwork, or maybe training new recruits but you never do any of that!! Everyone respects you because of all your achievements…that's why it feels so wrong to tell you off when you’re caught babying Soap, not because you should be getting to work, but because they wish it was them.

It’s always awkward when you first show up on base because who wouldn’t want to talk to such eye candy, but at most you’ll give them the cold shoulder, or just tell them what they need before turning away from the conversation. Even when you’re sitting anywhere, you’ll impatiently tap your foot, as if you’re waiting for something/someone…AND THAT’S BECAUSE YOU ARRE, the entire time you’ll wait for him but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna be happy about it. It’s an absolute 180 because now you’re being all bashful and presenting him with homemade food and treats, holding him against you as you complain about how lonely it is without his loud personality. Soap is probably a physical affection type of lover, so he’ll have you in a headlock while singing praises on how much he missed you as well. 

When he's back and the two of you are together, he insist on training. Of course this gains the attention of others, and you feel the need to shoo them away, insisting that they must be here to oogle your man... "Laddie, Yer heid’s full o’ mince if you think they're checking me out??" and then you get offended because why WOULDN'T they want to check out your totally amazing boyfriend.

He’s completely oblivious to your favoritism as well, he acknowledges that you might like him more than most people because you’re together, but not to the extent that other people say. Even if he does witness this attitude change, he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world and will pretend to not notice when people complain about your favoritism. Price will complain about your attitude towards others, telling Soap to knock some sense into you and all he’ll say is “ I dinnae ken what you mean captain??”

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x male reader #male reader #x male reader #call of duty x male reader #male!reader #x reader #cod headcanons #soap x male reader #soap x reader #soap headcanons #request :) #tbh i was never going to write about soap bc of his accent #i dont wanna fuck it up thats all #anwyas hope you guys missed me jkjkjk #I realize i dont exactly make the gender obvious in this but like #its their in spirit yknow #like this one goes out to the gays #I just realized you hoped I’m doing okay #I’m in love with you now

[recklesssturniolo]

Long Day - N.D

dom!Nate, basically he has a shitty day at work & gives attitude n makes up for it, reader and him are dating

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Hearing the door slam shut, I whip around to see Nate throwing his stuff to the ground and mumbling under his breath.

“Nate you okay?” I question.

“My god I just walked inside, I’m fine” He replies back, annoyance in his tone.

“Okay, sorry was just checking” I mumble back, rolling my eyes at his attitude.

“I don’t need you basically on top of me the second I step inside” He says back, my eyebrow raising at the weird choice of wording he used.

Taking this as an opportunity, I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his neck.

“No? You don’t want me on top of you?” I smirk, his eyes immediately meeting mine.

“You know what I meant” He sighs. Removing my arms from around his neck and stepping around me towards the kitchen.

Frustrated and slightly embarrassed that he just turned me down, I mumbled to him that I was going to have a shower. Annoyance growing as I made my way upstairs due to wanting him all day, going as far as to put his favourite lingerie set on, only for him to turn me down.

Hoping silently Nate’s shitty mood had changed, I make my way downstairs towards the kitchen. Wearing a shirt of his and panties, the shirt covering myself to mid-thigh. Saying nothing, I grab some water and end up spacing off to whatever was playing on the TV, slightly bent over the counter thinking nothing of it.

“Your staring is annoying, stare at the TV or some shit” I mumble after feeling Nate staring.

“Mm no I’m good, you’re more entertaining to watch” He laughs back.

I watch from the corner of my eye as he makes his way over to me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls my back against his chest.

“Don’t even think about it Nate” I tell him, knowing his exact goal but not wanting to give in right away.

“Can’t be bent over the counter wearing so little and not expect me to think about it” He replies back, his lips making their way to my neck.

“Not my issue” I huff, ignoring the growing sensation of heat between my legs.

“I beg to differ” He responds, his hand travelling up my shirt to the hem of my panties, “I like these”

About to respond my breath hitches in my throat as I feel his hand move under my panties, a smirk undoubtedly on his face.

“Not your issue but you’re already wet eh?” He asks, his fingers beginning to move slow circles on my clit.

“Fuck” I whimper, knowing full well he had me now.

“You like that baby?” He asks.

“I - yes” I gasp as he slips a finger inside of me, before slowing adding another.

My head now thrown back onto his shoulder as he continues, my pleasure only continues to grow.

“Nate” I whimper.

“Yeah?” He replies.

“I need more, please” I moan out.

“You want my dick inside you hm?” He asks, already undoing his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down letting them both hit the floor and pushing my body lower onto the counter.

“Please” I whine as he swipes his dick up and down my folds.

“So needy for me fuck” He groans, lining himself up with my entrance and slamming into me.

“I - holy fuck” I moan out, not expecting him to start off at such a hard pace - but not upset about it.

“Such a good girl taking me so well” He groans as he uses his grip on my hips to keep a steady and hard pace, “Fuck put your ass up a bit more”

Already a whimpering mess underneath him, the knot forming in my stomach only becoming more prominent as he continues, I only become louder as he uses his hand to rub circles on my clit.

Without warning, he grabs my arms, now holding them behind my back. All while continuing to slam himself into me.

“Fuck you look so good bent over like this for me” Nate groans.

“Feels so good” I whimper. The now combined sensation of that and him hitting my g-spot becoming too much.

“Nate I’m gonna come soon” I whine as I feel my legs beginning to shake.

“Yeah? Gonna come all over my dick baby?” He groans out, him close as well.

“Yes - I fuck just don’t stop” I stutter, my eyes clenching shut as I felt my high take over. Feeling my pussy clenching, and the knot in my stomach releasing. Whimpers and moans only filling the air fully as I did so.

“Hold on pretty girl, just a bit more. Not over this view of you” Nate says, however, I was already able to feel his dick twitching inside of me.

We continue before not long after I notice his groaning turn into quiet moans, as his dick twitches inside of me.

“Fuck you’re so tight” He says, his pace slowing as we both tried to catch our breath.

Pulling me up again, releasing my wrists he turns me around to face him and kisses me.

“You were wanting that all day weren’t you?” He mumbles into the kiss.

“Mhm debated just doing it myself in the shower” I reply, pulling away.

“Still would’ve wanted me even if you did”

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[waltzingwithspirit]

PICK A CARD: MESSAGES FROM THE SUPER BLUE MOON

Left: 111; Right 333 Disclaimer: Take what resonates and leave the rest. You are not allowed to copy my work under any circumstances. All personal readings are paid. All thing mentioned in disclaimer in my pinned posts applies here.

🌑111🌑

You are worried about something that you have just started or will begin soon. It could be college, job offers, but something has you worried. You are doubting everything suddenly and no matter what you do or where you go, it creeps up on you. You need to observe, the more you reject the awareness of the negative thoughts, it feels the more powerful they get. Do not think yourself as the thinker of the thoughts, you are a mere observer, so identify as such, tell them, now that they have spoken, now you are aware of them , and later say ‘ I do not consent to this’ and let it be. The key is to simply observe not control and when they do not get the attention they so wanted, they’ll leave you be.  You are extremely intelligent, mental gymnastics is your thing, some of you are good chess players, logical, love to deduce things. Here you are being told to use your creativity, you have being given a tool, whatever that might be in your specific case, you are being told to use to to go to calm waters, or the ruffled ones will wash all over you. Do not be afraid of the shadow, see it, learn from it. Acceptance is key here, for a lot of you, denial is your coping mechanism, but it is not working in your favour anymore. You have suppressed feelings for too long and now they want to come up, clear limiting beliefs, become aware of them. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF YOUR SHADOW WORK JOURNEY(for a lot of you).  There is more to the problem, like you can’t even put your finger on it, there is self doubt, you go one way and the other seems more like it, you are in a mental maze, what is your strength is not applying here and you my friend, are frustrated, FIND A NEW ANGLE, A NEW WAY. For you are dealing with the subconscious, not an easy fae.  (The messages won’t stop, if I go on, I’ll go on forever)  COMMENT' 111' to claim healing. 🌙DM for a personal tarot reading to heal your shadows.🌙

🌕333🌕

Word channeled: GRATITUDE JOUNRAL.

You have a lack mindset. No matter how much balance you achieve, or growth, you focus on what you don’t have and let that affect how you feel about the rest. The main important thing is money, you feel insecure about it, at this point, you just want a lottery or someone to spoil you. You are tired and desperate. You are being told to see abundance in other areas, like look at this example: person sitting in the shade of the tree crying, all they think is if I had some money, I could buy an apple, what he doesn’t realises is the tree he is sitting underneath is the apple tree. You have it right there. Sometimes, abundance is you, your skills to get the fruit. Whether you buy a dress or make one, at the end you still have a dress, and during the process, you still have to make effort, whether at the dress or somewhere else. BASIC NECESSITIES ARE OF COURSE NECESSARY, but this is not we are talking about. This is different, someone blaming and self pitying. You are being told to keep a gratitude journal, the more you thank for recieving the more the universe gives. It only understands the word yes. So if you say ‘I am poor’ it is so be it. So affirm good things especially while eating, me mindful to not watch anything while eating because it goes straight to the food, whatever they are saying on the tv. ESPECIALLY NO NEWS AND CRIME DRAMAS.  The good news is you are almost there, almost there to reaching equilibrium, at the end it’s all about balance and trust me when I say, it’s not far away. Keep focusing on the good, be happy with what you have while working towards what you want. This is healthy attitude, remember the universe does not respond well to desperation.  COMMENT' 333' to claim healing. 🌙DM for a personal tarot reading to heal your shadows.🌙

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EL TAROT

#pick a picture #pick a pile #pick an image #pac reading #pick a card reading #ask response #pick a photo #pick a card #pac tarot #free tarot #blue moon #blue

[vinnieswife]

♡° Protective Teyam

Neteyam x fem! na’vi! reader

words: 963

warnings: ey’nem basically (Invented name!)

author’s note: I like this thrope way to much

Carefully you began to grind the leaves that Mo'at had entrusted to you, your mind recalling the faint memory of a tall man who bumped into you on the first day of practice. It seems implausible to forget the incident no matter how hard you try, you lick your lips as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. As the village festivities mark the time of his arrival, Neteyam enters through the curtain of the hut, heading towards the stretcher to rest a wounded man on the mission. It has been a month since you started working here and every day, except the first, you had settled into the habit of coming to your place of work to observe the practices.

Something in your heart made you believe that he possessed feelings for you, but his blank stare and infamous attitude had made you change your mind. You sighed heavily and after getting the perfect texture for the ointment, you moved on to cleaning up. While you were wiping the table with a cloth, you can't help but look at Neteyam sitting on the nearest stretcher. "Aren't you working too hard?" Ey'nem comes out of the kitchen with a bowl of water in hand, offering you a sweet smile.

"It's alright" You smile gratefully at him, but you feel Neteyam's orange orbs settle on you, looking unsure. "No, you'd hurt your back and what are you taking a day off for," he puts the bowl in your hand. "Take it and go rest while we have less visitors", Ey'nem said as he wraps his hand around your shoulder. You gasp at his sudden touch, which sends uncomfortable sensations down your spine, and a huge lump forms in your throat. "N-No, it's-it's okay really." You tried to sketch a smile, but his hand, running down your back, threatens your confidence and your dignity at the same time.

"Your hand, keep it away..... please," you stammer between his jerks as Ey'nem squeezes your waist in a disgusted manner but doesn't cease with his movements until a strong hand pulls him away from you. "She told you to keep your fucking hands away didn't she," Neteyam's gaze pierces his soul as his gaze shifts to the tall man pulling away from you.

"And who are you to tell me that?", ey'nem dares to make his way into the conversation as you gape at the strength of his character. "Her boyfriend. For now, you only know this because I’m sure as hell don't want to know everything about me," Neteyam twists his grip on Ey'nem's wrist sending his skin into deep pain.

"S-she didn't tell me that," he hisses through the pain that destroys his calm, but Neteyam only intensifies the tension in his wrist. "Even if a woman is alone, that doesn't give men like you the right to touch them like that and make them uncomfortable," He spares no words and gives his hand a firm squeeze before releasing him from his grip and Ey'nem walked out of the hut without a word.

Neteyam's eyes search yours for a moment, you stand in absolute silence, struck by an irrepressible desire to linger your gazes on each other before he licks his lips. "Are you okay?" he blinks looking at you with his worried eyes that you never thought could hold such sincere emotion until this moment.

"Yes... I'm fine. Thank you for helping me Neteyam...", You hold your breath as he stares into your soul, it had never occurred to you that his eyes on you felt like the rapturous wind as it blew with your ikran, this made you feel important and special. Neteyam brings you closer, being held by an admiration ,deep, firm and engraved in his heart for all these months, from the moment he looked at you in his grandmother's hut and started looking for you from then on, he even made some small wound just to see you. "I want you to stay safe because I can't be present everywhere with you ....okay?", he leaned to look at you, but his words only intensified the emotions bringing your heart tense to the brink.

"So you want to be with me always huh?", You feel your heart pour out all the affection you have kept on edge while both of you are alone in the hut. Neteyam feels the speed of the world around him slow down at your words, his emotions are released from his mind and reflected in the irresistible gleam in your eyes. His posture softens, as does his heart, before closing the distance between your bodies. You freeze in place as his hands cup your face along your jaw to kiss you lovingly, in awe, but the stirring sparks that erupt throughout your body reclaim your soul to soften his lips at the same time.

Right at the line of your lips, you felt him melt into a doughy embrace as your hands encircle his neck. Neteyam feels most alive at this moment, when he breaks all barriers to contain his heart and shows his feelings in the most passionate way. He broke the kiss just to stare into your eyes. "That's what I've been wanting to do all these months ago but I knew you wouldn't want the same because of how others might see us," His voice is honeyed.

"Neteyam, I know you are good at heart and the clan's opinion doesn't matter to me… I see you teyam" You hold his hands still caressing your cheeks, still unable to believe that your feelings were reciprocated. "I see you (y/n)" You smiled softly, fixing your eyes on his, you moved slightly closer, not making him feel distant from your warmth and body. You had captured Neteyam completely, holding his heart in your hands.

#cute imagine #cute #fluff imagine #soft imagine #neteyam #neteyam imagine #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #loak imagine #loak x you #loak x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully #jake sully smut

[i-love-scarameowche]

Content Warning ⛈️: First time writing smut. Fluff and smut. Vaginal penetration, fingering, unprotected sex(I forgot condoms existed), bleeding from an injury. Reader is referred to as "girl" once or twice. Fem bodied reader! Not proofread (I can't reread my own works I'm too embarrassed)

Summary🔎: When some random guy basically crash landed in your back yard, you certainly weren't expecting this.

Ft. Fallen angel Toji

Words: 2k

After a crash comes from your backyard, it's reasonable to say that you were pretty concerned. It woke you up at like, 3am! You want to beat whatever caused that's ass! But, you're still scared.

You groan, it woke your cat too! Now the little fucker's running around. You sigh, getting out of bed. "Calm down you lil' rat." You say, as you pick up your cat, Ash. You pet and kiss his head but he just struggles to get out of your arms, so you set him back down. You're just wearing a random baggy t-shirt and some shorts.

You walk out of your room, Ash trotting after you shortly after you leave. Walk to your kitchen, you have a rather small house, 2 rooms, 1 bathroom. You look out the kitchen window into your backyard. Fearing that you'll actually see something. It's too dark to see outside. You walk to the door to your backyard, Ash rubbing and headbutting against your legs.

You flick on the light switch and open the door. The light outside it on now, you look past your screen door and see...

What the fuck?

Why is there a random guy in your backyard?

Why does he have wings???

The guy seems pretty beat, rubbing and holding his head with a groan. He's sitting in a small crater. What the actual hell? You open your screen door, walking outside to make sure Ash doesn't get out. "What're you doin' in my damn backyard!?" You yell, looking at the man. His eyes look up at you, before narrowing in a glare. "Shut..up." The man grumbles, starting to stand. The man's.. attractive. You can give him that.

His pretty, forest green eyes, and his charming jet black hair. He's tall, and he looks extremely strong. Which causes him to be, well, intimidating. And it almost stops you from speaking but, this is your house. "Yer in my backyard! Don't tell me to shut up!" You yell, now scowling. "Tch...you're too loud.." The man grumbles, His legs slightly trembling but he manages to stand. "Yeah!? And what the hell're you s'posed t'be? Some cosplayer!?" You yell once again, this time raising your voice louder on purpose.

The man shoots you a glare, your mouth goes a little dry, and you almost shut up.

"Ugh, where am I anyways?" The man sighs, to which you quickly snap at him. "I just said that you're in my backyard!" You yell again, quickly regaining your attitude. "Stop yellin', loudmouth!" The man with greyish wings says, taking a step towards you, to which you quickly step back, your hand finding it's way to the door knob of your screen door.

You step on something, a rock you think. It hurts a little, since you're barefoot. You glance down and kick the small rock away, still scowling. When you look up, the man is closer, now on the concrete of your backyard. Your hand twists the doorknob open, but you notice the man holding his head, he's bleeding. Despite being rude sometimes, you still don't want to be really rude. "D'you.." You clear your throat as the man looks up at you. "D'ya wanna come inside?" You ask, the man, hesitates, before begrudgingly nodding.

So, it's been a few days since then, and now you have a roommate. And you've learned his name is Toji Fushiguro.

"Go away." You groan, laying in bed. "Nope." Toji hums, also laying in your bed. "S'my bed asshole. Yer in my house, listen to me." You sigh, rolling onto your side to look at him. "Nope." He says again. His arms are behind His head and his eyes are closed. His wings are tucked under himself, they're a light grey to white and they're fluffy. He's wearing some casual clothes, sweats and a black tee-shirt p. You move and try to kick him off your bed. It doesn't work. You groan and get out of bed, it's 6pm. Ash curls up beside Toji, causing Toji to pat his head. You're probably gonna go get some food. Maybe takeout or something. "Where're ya goin'?" He asks, opening one eye to look at you in the doorway. "T'get some food." You say, glancing back at Him.

"Well damn, get me some too." Toji says, closing his eyes once more before rolling onto his side. You sigh and roll your eyes before walking out of the- your -room.

"What the fuck?" You're confused. Why's your damn bathroom a mess? And why is Toji just sitting on the edge of your bathtub? Why is he only in a towel?? "Shut up, y'r bathroom is too damn small." He says, scoffing. His wings are wet. Like, really wet. You laugh. "Awh, does poor baby need help?" You mock him, he shoots you a glare in return, as usual, through his dripping hair, covering some of his face. "Fine, you want help? Then don't be an asshole." You say, walking into your bathroom. He scoffs and stands up, "Nothin' I can promise." he shrugs. "Shut up." You say, walking to the bathtub. You drain the water and then refill it with pretty warm water. And bubbles, of course. Who doesn't like bubbles? And, maybe it's to make it so you can't see into the water as easily.

Toji waits, he looks irritated, but, well, of course he does. "Alright, get in," You gesture to the bath. "I fuckin' tried that already." Toji grumbles. You sigh. "Yeah, well, it's your wings right? So like..try to keep them up or somethin'?" You say, lightly shrugging as you look up at Toji, who's currently standing up with his arms crossed over his bare chest, and you're sitting on your knees on the floor.

"Fuckin' fine I'll try that." Toji grumbles and you turn away as he gets into the bath. Eventually, you look back at him. Your bath seems a little too small for him. Your face gets a little warm from seeing Toji bare chest, and the knowledge that he's fully naked in your bath.

"Uhm, so, d'you need help with..anything?" You say, looking at Toji. "Just my damn back." Toji grumbles, moving a little closer to the now turned off faucet, signaling for you to help him. "Oh alright," You murmur, sitting up on your knees and leaning over the bath. You get a bar of soap and a loofa, getting it ready before slightly scrubbing Toji's back. You try to be careful around his wings, you don't know how sensitive they are.

You start with his upper back, as he waits for you to be done. You eventually decend to his middle back before you hear him speak up. "Y'wanna wash my front too?" You can hear the smirk in Toji's voice.

"What?" You say, thinking you heard him wrong. You don't even know him that well.

"What, ya can't do it? Too much of a pussy? Alright," Toji shrugs, and you take that as a challenge, although in reality, you do really wanna do it. "I'm not a pussy, asshole!" You grumble, taking up and looking down at Toji. "Alright, then take of yer clothes and get in with me." Toji says. You scoff, roll your eyes, but move to slip off your shirt, pants, and underwear.

You can feel Toji staring at you, through you. You feel your body getting hot. You notice Toji moving back a little and gesturing for you to get in the bath. You do, slipping into the bath whilst slightly covering yourself. He holds your hips, putting you on his lap. You try to not look down, and stare up at Toji's face. His hand moves to peel your arm away from your chest, before pausing. "This alright with ya?" Toji says, glancing up at you.

You nod, before murmuring a small yes. Toji's smirk widens a little, as you allow him to take your arms from your chest, and his hand moves to start to lightly need your breasts. You feel his other hand moving down from your hip, to your core.

You put your arms around his neck. His large, rough middle finger starts to tease you, causing light whimpers to spill from your lips. His index finger soon starts to enter you, slowly moving in and out of you before he adds his middle in. He starts to move his hand a little faster, his rough thumb expertly moving to rub your clit. "Mm, Toji," You lightly moan, moving to attach your lips to his.

It surprises him a little, making him pause in his movements, you think you did something wrong, but Toji quickly reciprocates the kiss, his fingertips moving to lightly pinch and play with your nipple, his hand quickly continuing to play with you. You cup his cheek, tilt your head, and move a little closer to him on his lap.

You feel his hard on press against your stomach, causing yourself to get wetter. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, you feel that knot in your stomach building up. "Nhh.. Toji," You murmur, causing Toji to pinch your nipple a little harder. "Yeah, sweet girl?" Toji says, continuing to use his fingers to stretch out your wet pussy, his thumb presses hard on your clit, before moving again, drawing another moan out of you. You feel the knot in your stomach about to snap.

"Don't-.. I-I mean.. I wanna.." You clear your throat from embarrassment. "I wanna cum on your..um.." You struggle finding the words. "Take yer time," Toji says, his smirk changing to a shit-eating grin. Your anger bubbles up a little again. "Fuck me Toji!" You grumble, your hands clenching into fists as you continue to hug Toji's neck.

"All ya had t'do was ask," Toji hums, thrusting his fingers into you one last time before taking them out of your core, making you frown a little from being empty, but excited, knowing what's coming. He picks you up but your hips, aligning you above his dick. He slowly lowers you down, you let out a breathy gasp, your hands finding place on his shoulders. You've never really seen Toji's dick before, so you aren't sure how large it is, but it feels big. Bigger than you've taken before.

The tip is in, and he continues to lower you down, trying to be gentle, though, know he's making small noises himself. The stretch burns a little, and you try to relax yourself to make it easier. Eventually, he bottoms out. You're not too tight around him, but you still need to adjust. He feels you clench around him as he makes a small movement. "Please- Move.." You choke out, causing that shit-eating grin te reform on Toji's face.

"What, already dumb on my cock and I haven't even moved yet," Toji coos mockingly, but starts to slowly pick your hips up, moving you up and down on him. He feels you move your hips as well. "I'm not dumb, asshole-" You say, but get cut off by a moan, you tuck your head into the nape of Toji's neck as he starts to slightly thrust his own hips up, as well as picking up the pace of him using your hips, he uses his thumb to massage your clit again.

"So-" Toji grunts. "I'm the asshole 'ere, but m'bein' nice and fuckin' ya, should I just stop then?" Toji says with faux concern. "No!" You spit out, causing you to feel embarrassed. "Please.. don't stop.." You moan into Toji's neck. "S'what I thought." Toji hums, moving faster now, causing the water around you to splash, but neither of you mind it getting your floors wet.

"Fuck..Toji!" You squeal, feeling your orgasm coming. "Shit," Toji grunts, feeling your walls clench around him and your fingernails digging into his back muscles before you cum on his cock, your walls spasming as he continues to move through your orgasm.

After you finish Toji feels himself almost done as well, so he continues to move, leaning down to suck and bite at your neck. "Shit shit shit! Inside.. fuck..please!" You moan, your arms around Toji's neck tighten. You feel Toji's movements stutter, before he shoots his load into you, his hands on you relaxing, and he pulls out.

"Was that good, princess?" Toji smirks, looking at you. You shyly nod before Toji gets up and out of the bath, picking you up and putting you down outside of it. "Go take a piss or whatever n'I'll finish washin' myself up." Toji grumbles, grabbing the loofa from out of the bathtub. You nod, and, although feel embarrassed, you go to the bathroom.

Toji's laying beside you in bed, an arm over you you're pulled close to his chest. "G'night." Toji grumbles. "Night.." You respond. Guess someones takeout got cold that night.

(Note, this absolutely sucks ngl)

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader smut #toji x reader #toji x reader fluff #toji fushiguro x reader smut #toji fushiguro x reader fluff #🌹 ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ⁱⁿᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉˢⁱᵃˢ #🌷 ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵍᵃᶻᵉʳ ˡⁱˡⁱᵉˢ #🪻 ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵇᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ˡᵃᵛᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Just saw that your reqs are open again :0. I have a funny idea. Slashers x Child reader who is overly sarcastic

I have like 6 requests I need to finish them rn omg

Slashers with overly sarcastic child reader!

Michael

Finds it amusing, he doesn't find that many children like that.

After you say a sardonic comment for the 50th time he's just standing there like 'yup, that's my child right there'.

Loves it, but doesn't like it when you use it against him or at him. grandpapa comes up with the lecturing like, 'don't speak in that tone to me young child, when I was your age-' telepathically. You can basically feel his harsh glare.

He's secretly hyping you up whenever you say your sarcastic remarks to someone, he's just there. You don't know it yet.

Sinclair brothers

Bo is just smirking proudly, he's standing behind you with his arms crossed and his legs wide apart (why this kinda hot) hearing you use your sharp words at someone. Similar reaction as Michael if you use it against him but more of a 'wtf did I do wrong' reaction but will get annoyed later on if you keep it up, will probably scream "STOP GIVING ME THAT ATTITUDE Y/N." but you know he won't lay bad hands on you though. Won't stop you if you say sum' to someone, he may not know it but he's so like you.

Vincent is more of a 'y/n, why would you talk like that?' wonders if something is bothering you because bo gets sarcastic too when something irritates him. If you tell him you aren't and are just always like this in your own way he would just be relieved, actually finds it funny. He was sitting on the couch and then you and bo came inside and were screaming at each other (playfully) about something and he just tries to hold in his laugh because it's funny seeing his hotheaded twin argue with a child. Pretty okay with it as long as you don't act mean to him or else he's just gonna pick you by your shirt and plop you out of the basement for about 2 days as punishment.

At first Lester was like 'are you angry me at me :(?'. But then learned it was your normal behaviour and got chill with it, I mean it's not like he can't handle two sarcastic angy kids. He has his hand over his mouth and thinks 'slay' or just yells "BUURRNN" when you show that girl/boy/bad boss attitude to someone. Feels really hurt when you become sarcastic towards him though. In short, he's supportive and sometimes you defend him against people. 💀

Hannibal

Smiles and chuckles a bit at your behaviour. Stops you if you're doing it bit too much.

Does a quick 180 🤨 if you start giving him that attitude. And scolds and lectures.

Encourages this though if it's against anyone who speaks ill about you. Has no problem standing up for you but would love it if you could stand up for yourself <3.

If some random person comes up to him and tells him to teach his child some better manners he'll pick you up and hold you and let's you do your silly little magic words.

Chaos, yep.

Later tells his mental bf about what you did and says "omg did you see what they said? It was so cool" and close to tears. "no I wasn't with you" the mental bf replies and maybe ruins the atmosphere.

Billy n Stu

They'll literally record you and basically shoves a camera up to your face and stu squeals at how cool you sound, Billy looks calm but inside he's like "omfg this kid is bad ass"

And then shows it to their friends while you're getting really embarrassed because you're right in front of them.

This ends up in you saying ironical things at every question they ask you just to piss them off.

Which then ends in Billy telling you 'do not speak to your parents like that 🤬' and do you stop? No. But do they stop showing you off to their friends? No. But it all works out anyway because that's the kinda relationship you three have.

#slasher x reader #nbc hannibal #slasher x you #hannibal #hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal x reader #x you #x you fluff #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #og michael myers #michael myers x you #rz michael myers #michael myer x child reader #sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #billy loomis x you #billy x y/n #billy loomis x reader #stu my beloved #stu matcher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #ghostface x reader #scream 1996

[skaikruswan]

Morpehus x reader who makes really cheesy pickup lines and one day they say "I'm running out of pick up lines. So instead of picking you up, I'll pin you down", and Morpheus just stares at them in shock (and kinda wants them too)

(That wet cat looking mf is a switch, I don't care what anyone says)

Can I follow you? Because I was told to follow my dreams

WC: 1,9 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: flirting, puns and pick-up lines, some real spice at the end, open sexy ending.

Dear anon, this prompt was very fun to write! I enjoyed it, although i usually keep back from writing true spicy stuff. I hope you enjoy!

If you liked this story, i have written others.

You like your humor; it may be cheesy and make some people around you groan, but you enjoy it. Puns make your day and the dorkier the pick-up lines, the better. 

You firmly believe that people need to laugh, that everyone should have one smile or giggle at least per day. As a child, you loved to tell jokes to your friends, and even now, your friends appreciate you for always trying to lift the mood. 

This attitude is even reflected in your sleep. Your dreams are filled with laughter, with known and unknown faces making you laugh so much that when you wake up, you have a smile tugging at your lips. 

Unfortunately, today hasn’t given you much to laugh about, so you hope that your dream will be cheerier. You’re ready for some rest. You’re basically sleepwalking towards your bed and are gone as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

Happiness, jokes, and puns are part of your dreams, which is why the somber, dark-haired man dressed in black sticks out like a sore thumb. 

You’re standing on stage, and while our audience is laughing and groaning, he only observes you, standing offside under a tree. 

You hop down and decide to approach him. As you get closer, you realize how good-looking he is, except for the frown on his face. 

“Why don’t we turn that frown upside down?” you start, giving him your most charming smile. For an instant, his left brow twitches, but other than that, he may as well be a statue. Tough audience. 

“Your dreams are always filled with happiness and laughter,” the man states, his voice a deep, soothing baritone, and you want to hear more. Who is he?

“That’s me, I love puns and jokes,” you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You want to know more about this mysterious man. Is he a figment of your imagination? If so, then your brain is truly going places. 

“If I may, I would like to return,” he says, and as he peers at you, you realize that he’s asking you. 

“Sure, the more the merrier,” you reply, a little too hasty, gesturing with your hands at the audience. You somehow lost all your game. Great. 

The mysterious man only nods, and you feel as if this conversation is about to be over, but you don’t want it to. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, before mentally face-palming. This is your dream, your subconsciousness working while you’re asleep. Your brain will use some name you knew, heard, or read about. 

“You may call me Morpheus.” 

When you wake up you smile, and not only because of the jokes. 

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True to his word, Morpheus visited your next dream, and the ones after. At first it confused you, until he had become a fixture in your dreams. He wasn’t chatty, but something about him made hope for his return and truly enjoy his silent company.

You started to question your sanity when Morpheus suddenly appeared in the waking world, sitting on a bench in your favorite park, seemingly awaiting you. 

After asking you if you would like to know him better, he explained to you that he was Morpheus, King of Dreams and ruler of Nightmares, Dream of the Endless. 

“These are a lot of fancy titles,” you deadpanned, your mind going blank for a moment. 

An immortal being with many titles would be hard to woo, but you have a plan. 

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Morpheus is giving you the tour of the Dreaming, starting with the heart of his palace, the library. Rows upon rows of bookshelves, filled with every story, imagined or written down, are waiting for you. You listen to Morpheus’ explanations with genuine wonder. 

Lucienne, the prim librarian in a fancy suit, is giving you a polite smile as you pull out a book at random. It is your favorite book from your childhood, and you press it against your heart. 

As Lucienne sees that you’re immersing yourself in the books, she walks away, leaving you and Morpheus alone. You let your fingertips glide over the books as you walk through this aisle. 

The King of Dreams is watching you, as he always does. Time to repay the favor. Blue eyes seem to study every movement, and his hair is perfectly messy. His black clothing only highlights his pale, smooth skin. He really is dreamy. 

“It’s a good thing that I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out.” You can’t help yourself, and this pick-up line really fits the setting. Fluttering your eyelashes at Morpheus, your heart thundering inside your chest, you hope to get a reaction. 

“You can do better,” Morpheus simply replies, and you let out an indignant gasp, while embarrassment warms your cheeks. Fine. Challenge accepted. 

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In your next dream, you wait close to the place called Fiddler’s Green. A lush meadow is the perfect spot for a date. 

Your fingers tighten against the basket you’re holding, filled with your favorite food and drinks. You’ve never wondered if Morpheus requires food or drink until now. 

Speaking of the devil, Morpheus approaches, seemingly in a good mood, his expression almost content. You hope that everything is fine in the Dreaming. 

As he almost reaches you, you pull out the history book you used during high school and open it. Morpheus stands next to you, looking over your shoulder, his breath almost tickling your skin. 

“I’m studying to become a historian. I’m especially interested in finding a date.” You try to keep your facial expressions under control, but he’s standing awfully close. 

You chicken out and side-step, pointing at the meadow and the basket. This is a supreme pick-up line and a nice setting. You’ve put some effort. 

“You should continue to study the art of courtship,” Morpheus says, his lips curling into a small smile, and you sigh. 

Damnit. 

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While you’ve spent your dream as a mermaid, swimming through the sea, exploring kelp forests and coral reefs, Morpheus seemed to be busy, not appearing next to you. 

You know that Dream of the Endless has tremendous duties, and you wouldn’t even dare to demand his constant attention. You’re really happy if he’s here and fine if he’s not. 

Reluctantly, you get ready to leave the ocean, your fingers trailing one last time over your smooth fishtail. You really need to repeat this. 

You dream yourself to the palace and find Morpheus sitting on his throne, seemingly absorbed in thought. 

Looking up, you see light shining through the wonderful mosaic of the windows, bathing Morpheus in manifold hues. It is a powerful image, and you almost want to kneel.

Morpheus acknowledges your presence with a small incline of his head, and you go all in and curtsy. He gives you a wry look. 

“Do you know what the little mermaid and I have in common? We both want to be part of your world.” This one is trickier, since it depends on Morpheus knowing about the movie and the story, but your dream has inspired you. You’re one moment away from breaking into song. 

“You’re always welcome in this realm,” Morpheus says, his voice particularly soft, and your heart skips a beat. This feels like a victory. Almost. 

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This dream, wind whips at your hair, and you focus on having fun, going for the “I am not interested in wooing you,” route, hoping that Morpheus seeks you out. Either way, you’re enjoying the dream. 

You’re jumping on a giant trampoline, but gravity is distorted, making you jump higher and fall slower than in real life. You whoop and giggle with every jump, almost missing the moment Morpheus decides to show up. 

You continue to jump, leaving him to his beloved brooding and observing as he stands close to the trampoline.

Once you’re ready, you jump off the trampoline, more or less gracefully landing in front of Morpheus. You could have sworn that there was a glint of anticipation in his endless blue eyes. 

“Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you.” This time you hold his gaze, your voice lacking the usual edge of humor as you wait for his reaction. 

“If you were to fall, I would catch you,” Morpheus replies, his low voice making goosebumps explode all over your skin. This is progress! 

He reaches for your hand, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and butterflies flutter through your stomach. 

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You’re needy and frustrated. Despite your efforts and your best pick-up lines, Morpheus and you are still dancing around each other. 

Time to change tactics. You truly hope that you will succeed, and that Morpheus will respond favorably, or else you must stop dreaming or will even be hunted by nightmares.

You’re lying on a bed, reading a book you’ve borrowed from the library. After Morpheus stated that you were always welcome in his realm, you noticed a chamber appearing close to the throne room, and you are now the proud owner of your room. 

You can’t really focus on the story, waiting for the telltale footsteps of the King of Dreams. 

Finally, the door is opened, and Morpheus enters. As far as immortals go, he seems a little exhausted, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. Listening to the reports of dreams and nightmare must take its toll even on him. 

You stand up from the bed just as Morpheus stands still in front of it. You give yourself one last mental push as you position yourself in front of Morpheus, his back turned towards your bed. 

He’s giving you a curious look, his brows furrowed, surely expecting another pick-up line. Not today.

"I'm running out of pick-up lines. So instead of picking you up, I'll pin you down," you declare bravely, putting your hands on Morpheus’ shoulders and shoulders and pushing. Allowing gravity to work with you, you and Morpheus fall on the bed, with you remaining on top of him. 

Quickly finding the right position, you sit on top of his stomach, your legs straddling him and your hands pining down your wrists. 

Morpheus hasn’t reacted so far, and your heart feels like a hummingbird. 

“Now what, little jester? I am at your mercy,” Morpheus almost purrs, his gaze burning you, and despite declaring that he’s at your mercy, he’s anything but. He may have let you take the reins, but he’s still in control. 

“I think you need medical attention. You’re too hot,” you tease, remaining true to yourself, and Morpheus chuckles, a delicious sound that makes you want to melt against him. 

You lift one hand from his wrist and gently trace the hem of his t-shirt, before pushing further and letting your hand slip under the fabric, exploring the planes of his chest. 

Morpheus lets out a groan, and you feel heat pool inside your belly. Your brain decides to take over the wheel, reminding yourself that you’re currently seducing the immortal King of Dreams. 

You feel his eyes roam over you, and you let out a small exhale as your hand returns from its journey. You’re burning up with joy and anticipation. 

“Oh mighty King of Dreams, are you undressing me with your eyes?” you ask cheekily, and the dark look in Morpheus’ eyes is your only warning. 

You let out a yelp as Morpheus twists his hips, throwing yourself off him so you lie on the bed. Quickly taking a similar position, he’s also straddling you, his forearms bracketed close to your face as he slowly lowers his upper body towards you. 

“I may not be a nightmare, but I will make you scream.” 

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #my writing #my sandman fics #please be in the tags

[jakeyt]

Covet: Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Covet Summary:

Life was good. No, life was great. 

Was. 

Until.

Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.

You welcomed him into your life—your home. 

Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 

Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.

At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

Warnings: descriptions of past toxic relationship/cheating; consumption of alcohol; anxiety; mentions of sex/sexual situations; Jake being an asshole; Reader takes an extra Melatonin (doctor's advice)

Chapter Word Count: 8.1k

Covet Masterlist

a/n: wooohooo! we have come to chapter 2! 

please forgive me for how long this took to be posted. i am a school teacher, and the end of year is the most hectic. 🫠 so, busyness combined with my need to make sure i personally feel good enough with a chapter to post it. . . it’s not a good combo. lmao although, summer is right around the corner! and i promise when it comes, covet will get much more of my attention!! 

reminder that this is a ~slow burn~ in its truest form. 

i <3 and appreciate you all!! i truly can’t say thank you enough for the support and kind words (it means so much, esp w/ this being my first gvf fic). i love hearing feedback from each and every one of you!! 

alright, i will be done w/ my rambling. i apologize on behalf of myself. lol

hope you enjoy, my loves. 

Disclaimer: this is absolutely, undoubtedly 110% a work of fiction. i do not claim to know greta van fleet. i do not claim that any of this actually occurred. again, this is a complete work of fiction. And, please, DO NOT steal this work, as it is 110% mine. plagiarism isillegal. and, as our friend google puts it, plagiarism is “illegal if it infringes an author's intellectual property rights.” and, being these words/ideas are my intellectual property rights. . .don’t take them. legal action will be taken if you take credit for any of my work.

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Chapter 2

The first month of living with Jake went about as smoothly as one would expect. 

His first full day in the apartment, you’d woken up, ready to be nice. Really. You’d tried your hardest to forget about how he’d acted when he had made his grand entrance. 

But he wasn’t giving up on his act. 

When you’d been standing at the coffee maker in the kitchen that first morning, loading your K-Cup, he’d stopped at the counter. You didn’t know what for, but when you noticed him there, you had tried to start a conversation. Some meaningless small talk to try and break the ice he’d created. 

And his only response? A barely audible hum. 

You did give him credit for glancing up to at least acknowledge your presence. Although, that’s the bare minimum of basic human decency. So, you didn’t give him much credit. 

But, that had been it. And then, he’d left for the day. 

It had instantly caused you to be pissed at everything. Including the coffee maker’s little unnecessary spurts as it poured coffee into your mug. 

Every day since then had gone about the same, sometimes with even less interaction than that. And to you, the lack of desire to even try to associate with you was offensive. 

After all, you were the person who had literally given him a place to live.

To make things worse, he was that kind of asshole that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head. It really just confirmed how truly repulsive he was.

You had gotten an idea midway through that first month to begin compiling a list of apartment rules. 

Initially, it had seemed pointless. Then, you reminded yourself that you were worth better treatment. You knew you deserved for Jake to show at least a sliver of respect towards you in your home.

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You decided to tell Josh of the rules you’d crafted. 

“I will be very honest, I really don’t know how well those will go over, Y/N.”

He was giving you a look that instantly made you go into defense mode. 

“Joshua. It’s been a month,” you matched his look with one of your own. You wanted your point to be known. You were going to make damn sure that Josh understood why you wanted to do this. “Josh, he still barely even looks at me. I think rules would give us some sort of common ground. And it would force him to show the place—and me—some respect.”

“Jake has never been one to want to follow the rules — do what he’s told,” he scratched the buzzed side of his head, right above his ear. 

You stood with a hand on your waist, right under your thrifted crop top. You eyed him, making sure he knew he needed to elaborate. 

You didn’t know much at all about your roommate. 

You’d been waiting for Josh to share more, but he didn’t share much. He claimed that it wasn’t his place. You were desperate though. All you knew about Jake was that he was your best friend’s twin, what his record choices were, that he had been in an apparently crappy relationship, and the fact that he was an ungrateful asshole. 

Josh relented slightly. “I’ll tell you this story because it involves me as well. And we were so young,” he leaned with his back against the checkout counter, facing away from customers. “When we were in our freshman year of high school, he played soccer while I participated in theatre. He enjoyed it and he was actually quite good at it, you know,” Josh smiled, obviously replaying memories. “But, high school classes grew increasingly harder. We both struggled, honestly. We love to learn more. . . I mean, you know this about me. He’s the same way. But we really only enjoy doing it most when it concerns the subjects for which we’re passionate. 

So, high school work being less than interesting to us both, our grades dropped. Big time,” his eyes widened, once again reliving it all. At this point, he was staring into space to tell the story. “Our parents and teachers came down on us hard. They told us we would be kicked out of our extracurricular activities if we didn’t raise our grades.”

You shook your head, looking around the store. A couple of regulars were perusing. You knew them well enough to know it would be awhile until they were done. “I know exactly where this is going.”

You both made eye contact then, and as he looked your way, he gave a little closed-mouth grin that made his eyes crinkle. “Yeah? Guess.”

You smirked at your friend. “You, being you, were determined to show that you had what it took to make the grade. You cared enough about theatre to continue it,” he nodded at your words. “And, in the time I’ve known you, you’ve never been one to say no to a challenge. It’s why we are friends. I love a good challenge.”

He made a noise of agreeance. Then, his eyebrows raised and his lips turned down. The look he gave you told you he was impressed. “You know me well,” he continued. “Now, how well do you know your roommate?” 

You scoffed. “As you know, not fucking well. But I know he couldn’t give two shits about what others think of him,” you pointed to yourself. “I’m a shining example. So, —.”

“Essentially, he said ‘fuck it’ and just decided to continue on with what he had been doing in his classes, which was jack shit,” Josh had finished for you, wanting to complete the story he’d begun.

“How did he even pass high school?”

He gave you a deadpan stare and raised his  eyebrows. You rolled your eyes. At the same time, you both said:

“Girls.”

You rolled your eyes even harder this time. “Good God.”

Josh nodded, lips turned down, his eyes still held a little glint. “Yup. Get my point now?”

“Yeah, but like I just said, I’m not one to turn down a challenge. Just like you, Josh,” you smiled at a customer who was finally walking up to the counter, a few records in hand. “And your brother. . .I’ve learned he is nothing if not a challenge.” 

He nodded, he knew you were right. And he’d known you long enough to know that you did indeed enjoy overcoming any problem life may hand you.

In this instance, you hoped he understood your current challenge/problem was Jake.

And you needed to know how to fix it. Josh was your only source. You just had to get him to break for more information. 

Again, you really liked a good challenge. 

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The shift rolled on. The two of you had been working the closing shift that day. 

So, as the day shifted to evening, and with about an hour before the store closed up, you started nightly duties. Josh went about straightening vinyls, fixed the ‘Featured’ wall (his favorite), and re-folded the shirts the store carried with the Black and Gold’s logo. 

Meanwhile, you swept and dusted the store. 

You hated to admit it. You really did. But you couldn’t help how the conversation from earlier had piqued your interest even more than before. 

You were now hooked. You wanted to learn more about your mysterious roommate. 

You debated how you were going to ask Josh for more information. What was a way you could ask that would convince him to tell you more about his twin? 

Ever since Jake had moved in, you’d tried so desperately to get information out of Josh. 

And he just refused to budge.

You were putting the broom away when you’d settled on how to ask him. 

You were going to be a jackass and use manipulation. 

You sucked, you knew this. You were just dying to know more about this person with whom you shared your home. And, to reiterate, it had been a damn month of knowing next to nothing about him. 

So, when you joined Josh behind the counter as he balanced the register, you were ready to play your hand. 

“Alright, so, Elsie still isn’t sure if she wants to be in your movie.” There it was. A complete lie using your sister— the one he was completely smitten with. In truth, Elsie had agreed on the spot. 

But, again, desperation had led you to this. 

You didn’t look up from your task of watering the plants that sat at the window. Just keep talking. “I have a proposition for you. You tell me more about Jake and I will convince her with everything I have to star in your film.”

You still didn’t look over to him. You were afraid of rejection. Then, you heard what seemed to be a sigh of defeat out of your best friend. You looked up to him, his eyes still reading uncertainty.

“Y/N,” he sighed. You knew he was about to say the same thing he had said for the past month. 

“I know, Josh. It’s not your story,” you moved forward to be standing right next to him. You balanced your elbow on the counter, you needed to say your piece—needed him to understand. You locked eyes with him, pleading. “Come on, Josh. I am desperate. He won’t offer anything up. He is silent. It’s been a month. He refuses to acknowledge my presence, hence me forcing him to notice me with the rules,” you paused, suddenly looking to the ground. You needed Josh to bend to your vulnerability. “But, I just need something else. You told me that one story earlier,” you urged. “Just something else small that might help me know him a bit better than I do now.”

You looked up. You were anticipating another rejection from him after you’d finished babbling. Though, his eyes seemed to open more at your apparent state of helplessness. 

He knew that it wasn’t fair what Jake was putting you through. He had to acknowledge that. You knew he felt most things with you. And you knew he was someone who had enough integrity to want to help you out. He knew this situation had been less than ideal.

He just had to loosen up on his stance of not wanting to tell his brother’s stories.

He released one more sigh. “Fine,” he looked you in the eyes. “And please try your hardest to get your sister convinced to star in my film. The role was created for her.”

You nodded. You looked to the ground once more at that last part. You felt guilty for using that little white lie. “You’ve got it.”

“Y/N.”

You looked up to him after he’d spoken your name in a tone that was much more serious than his usual. 

His brown irises were intent as he spoke. “You have to know I’m breaking a big rule of mine,” he continued. “I don’t like speaking to stories that belong to other people. Our experiences are unique to us. They deserve to be told by those to whom they happened.” 

You nodded. You understood his point. You totally knew why he felt the way he did. 

“Josh, you can just tell me childhood stories that involve both of you,” you grabbed his arm. You needed him to know you were being genuine. “I don’t want to make you betray your principles.”

He patted the hand you’d placed on his arm. “I appreciate that, Y/N,” he cleared his throat. “I just think you need to know some of the—,” he spread his hands out to emphasize, then clapped them back together. “The bigger pieces of him. At the moment, he won’t let himself show you who he is. He really isn’t a bad person. He’s just been through a hell of a lot recently.” 

All you could do was nod your head once. There wasn’t much left for you to say. You would let the curly headed man begin when he was ready. 

He eyed the clock. You looked with him. Only thirty minutes to eight o’clock. 

You looked down to your palms, wiping them on your jeans. They were suddenly getting clammy at the prospect of what information could be hitting you within the next 30 minutes. 

“I’m going to begin by saying that as his five-minutes-older brother, I’m glad that Jake gets to finally live life for himself without having to worry about being hung up on a girl,” he looks to the two folded chairs that always sit behind the counter. “Let’s sit.” 

You follow him to the chairs. And as he sits in the right chair, you sit in the left. He looks into space, contemplating what to say next. 

“Jake is seriously going through something he has never experienced before. I mean, your significant other being unfaithful to you sucks anyhow. But she’s been all he’s known for so long. . . This is a complete life upheaval for him, of sorts,” he pauses. “He and this girl — they truly were together for a long time. What are he and I . . . 24 now?” 

You nod.

“Well, they got together when we were juniors in high school. That would make this relationship about seven years old,” he sighs. “Long time to be together—and it began when they were really only kids.”

You nod again, coaxing him on. 

“So, since they were together that long. . . there was a lot that happened between them in high school alone, but then you have post-high school when he set his life plan on the back burner for her. We had these plans — big ones. A dream we’d shared. All of us. Sammy and Danny included.”

You were wondering what the dream could have been. “What was the dream?”

Josh shook his head. “It was Jake’s first. We all followed along behind him,” he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “It wouldn’t be right for me to share.” 

You were left wondering at that, but you did understand why Josh didn’t want to share. There was honor in that. And he wouldn’t be Josh if he didn’t show his honor, especially by showing loyalty to those he loved. 

“So, his dream. . .,” you exaggerated the word by using your hands as jazz hands. “It went down the tubes?”

Josh gave you a look. It was a look that told you to take a step back and try to understand. 

You relented. 

You knew it was only right to put your grumpiness with Jake aside for this story. Josh was showing vulnerability on his brother’s behalf. Plus, you’d been the one to force Josh out of his moral values to divulge Jake things. It wasn’t right to act anything but respectful to these tellings of Jake. For Josh’s sake alone.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to hear more. Learning of Jake’s past was like satisfying this raging itch.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was quiet. 

The edges of Josh’s eyes wrinkled as he gave you a reassuring grin. “It’s okay,” he patted your knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I know why you’re blunt about him. I know the man’s entire range of emotions. He acts like a child when he— when his emotions are so big and bad.”

“And right now,” you started. Your heart was growing slightly soft. “He is feeling the most emotions.”

Josh shook his head to agree. “Though, this girl was always a pill,” he rolled his eyes. “I liked her a lot at first, truly. But she started flirting with me an awful lot to be dating my brother,” his body shook as if to shake the memory. “It’s honestly not a shock to me that their relationship ended the way it did.”

Though, as soon as the last words had left his mouth, he looked down to consider them. He was weighed down by an emotion he didn’t need to speak out loud for you to know. Guilt.

It was your turn to reach a hand over to touch his knee. You just sat your hand there and told him. “You cannot blame yourself for any of this.”

He continued looking down. “I should have talked to him about how she would make advances. . . To warn him. Maybe he would have never gone and he could have—.”

He placed a palm to his forehead, eyes closing. He was going to get lost in this thought if you didn’t stop him. 

“Josh, she was a terrible person all along,” you placed a hand on his back, rubbing his right shoulder blade. “Jake isn’t a stupid person. He can’t be. You aren’t. And he’s your twin brother. He could have noticed the signs if he wanted to. It was his responsibility to drop her when he had the chance,” you gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Before any of this happened. Apparently he just loved her too much to fully acknowledge what he needed to do.”

You gave him a couple of minutes to really think about that. Then, finally, he lifted his head. “He wouldn’t have listened to me anyways,” He had a gleam in his eye. “My brother is a stubborn asshole,” he chuckled a little. “If you haven’t noticed.”

You gave him a look that said ‘No? Really?’ That turned a few more giggles loose from his chest. 

He continued, letting his tone become serious again. “So, our senior year, Jake really started getting serious about his dream. We all made these real plans, but they were ruined,” he paused, his mouth becoming a straight line. He was remembering a moment that caused a particular annoyance. “That was until she brought up how she wanted him to move with her if she got accepted to this prestigious school in Illinois,” he cleared his throat. “It makes me angry that she asked, but I also get wanting to ask your serious significant other to move with you. It was different—more than that, though. 

Her selfishness was so prominent so often; I think that’s why her asking rubbed me so wrong then, and still does now. She knew if she asked, he’d go. He’d leave his own aspirations in the dust for her. She knew what he wanted—what he’d always wanted. But still, she deemed her choices, her career, more important.”

You nodded, completely seeing eye-to-eye with your best friend. “I think there’s this sense of justice in you for your brother that he hasn’t always seemed to have for himself.”

“Yes!” Josh’s expression was one of relief that you understood. “And the thing with Jake is

. . . He’s always—girls have—,” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “As soon as his hormones kicked in when we were younger, he started noticing girls. He indulged himself in all of that,” Josh lifted his eyebrows. “He really has a strong appreciation for women, I’ll say that.” 

You rolled your eyes, nodding and then crossing your arms, sitting back. Your stomach leaped in a way you chose to ignore at the mention of his appreciation for women. To you, it was ludicrous that he couldn’t appreciate you in some capacity. If he needed sex in order to appreciate a woman, you were not the one.

“A big piece of him changed when girls started becoming involved. He lost a piece of himself. It’s almost as though he didn’t see himself as worthy without one. And now—.”

“And that’s why it’s so hard for him right now,” you finished the statement, bringing yourself back. “He’s lost a sense of his identity. . .

having to find out who he is without a woman.” 

Josh clicked his tongue, a smirk showing with a dimple in his cheek. “Precisely. It’s been a while for him,” a little spark caught in his eye. “On the drive moving him here, I told him that he needs to take a fucking break from women until he starts understanding what it means to think of what he wants first,” he rubbed at his forehead. “I know it seems like a terrible thing for me to say, but I think it’s important for him to put himself first for once in his goddamned life. He deserves to know who he is without a woman claiming him as her own.”

“Because he is worth knowing himself for who he is,” you concluded.

“Aw, Y/N. . . You growing a soft spot for Jakey?” Josh smiled smugly at you.

You held eye contact with him for a few seconds and then laughed outright at his statement. “You’re funny,” you looked to the clock, realizing you were only a couple of minutes from closing. You got up from the foldable chair and went to grab your purse from a hook behind the desk.

Josh followed your lead, but stopped to look for his phone. He tapped at all of his pockets.  Then, coming up short, he looked around the register and the checkout counter. 

You helped him look. But, the sound of Gloria Gaynor belting that “she will survive” helped you locate it easier. You saw it light up, sitting atop a box of new records at the back of the shop. 

You groaned, already walking to get it for him.

“Josh, you have got to be better about keeping track of your phone.”

Josh tsked at you, “And you have got to be better about not bossing me around,” he turned off the lights around the register. “I refuse to be a slave to such a tiny device that doesn’t serve any purpose to my spiritual healing.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, though you knew he was right. As you approached his phone, you got one final glimpse at the caller ID picture. It had been a picture of Jake. 

Even though you had just taken a deep dive into Jake’s past and grown a tiny fraction of sympathy and understanding for him. . .his picture still made you want to punch things. 

As much as his recent past had sucked, he  treated you with such blatant disrespect for someone who had offered their home to him. 

When you traipsed back over to Josh, he was waiting for you at the door, hand already on the doorknob to leave. “Jake called you.”

Josh turned around. His back was facing you and a thumb pointed behind him. “Pocket,” he said.

You snickered a little bit and did as he told you. Josh was choosing you over his prick of a brother and, quite frankly, you were bursting at the seams. 

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You were not ready to go home to more awkwardness and Josh could tell as much, so he invited you to get a quick drink after work with him. 

He filled you in on everything else he deemed necessary as you drank a couple of margaritas on the rocks, him settling on just one Salty Dog.

Josh told a few finishing details about how much it had sucked to be separated from his womb mate for so many years.

“It honestly felt like I was cut off from him.”

Your heart hurt for him. “I’m glad he is nearer to you now,” you paused, curious. “Did he miss you that much too?”

Josh set a look on you, “Who was the first person he called after it happened? He was ready to be with me again,” he put a hand over his heart. “Came back to his understanding, sensitive twin . . . every moon needs its sun.”

You gave a conceding nod and shrug. “Fair,” you smiled. “You're obviously the sun.”

“Obviously,” he flashed a smile your way. “He might not admit it right now, but he was not at his happiest with her,” he stated. “As ironic or untrue it may seem with his moodiness, I think if he isn’t already, Jake is on his way to feeling the most free he has in a long time. I’m glad to have him back with me. Being away from each other wasn’t good for either of us.”

Your heart swelled for the tenderhearted man next to you. You watched as he looked off into space with what could only be described as a soft sort of pensiveness. You were happy for your friend, despite how Jake was acting or made you feel.

You felt your head get slightly light from the alcohol on an almost empty stomach from being at work nearly all day. You were still so curious, you wanted to know more.

“So, how did it happen?”

“Well, all I know is she was getting quite distant for a while, but Jacob thought she was only distracted by her job. Gave her the benefit of the doubt, let her do her thing and just followed along,” he gave you a look. “He did that much too often. My brother isn’t a puppy dog, but he followed her around like one,” Josh’s jaw clenched and he scratched at his bare chin. “One would say that he loved her. But as his twin, if my telepathic brain is worth anything, I believe that more than love, Jake shared so much with her when they were young that he felt obligated to follow her lead. . .no matter what.”

“And that makes you angry.”

“Oh, quite,” he continued, eyebrows bunched together. “The way he put it when he told me of the situation was that it was as though she was,” he held up air quotes. “‘Shooting the shit.’”

“Just told him like it was no big deal?” You shook your head. “That’s harsh.” 

“More than that, told him in a way that made it seem like she was already done. Essentially, his reaction meant nothing to her. She just needed to tell him in order to end things,” he continued. “She told him it had been going on for quite some time and that she didn’t think they could make it work after it all.”

“What did she do after she told him? What happened after?”

Alcohol was interacting with your senses. Otherwise, you wouldn’t show open curiosity like this. You were sure of it. 

“Well, she left,” He chewed his lip lightly. “Left Jake to deal with the aftermath — the knowledge of it all — by himself. She went to stay with a friend and he had exactly a week to get his shit together and move out. So, being the decent and thoughtful person he is,” you made a sound. Josh gave you a look. “He respected her wishes and got the hell out.”

You really had no words for the situation. It was horrid for Jake, you had to admit. You felt bad for him. You really did. Even though he pissed you off beyond belief, you still knew he was deserving of better than any of what she had put him through. 

You just wished he wouldn’t react in a way that made him become an utter jerk. Due to his attitude, you couldn’t claim that you knew the person who seemed so selfless and loving in Josh’s stories. 

The person you knew was the opposite of the one told in Josh’s tales. 

You only knew a self-centered jerk who held absolutely no respect for you in any way. 

You hated to admit to yourself just how much you wished to know the person Josh had told you about this evening. 

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As Josh dropped you off at the stoop to your apartment that night, he shared with you an idea that had come to him. 

“This weekend. We need to do something this weekend.”

You quickly agreed, “Yes! I’d love to have a weekend that’s just us. . .like old times.”

“Actually,” he scuffed the bottom of his white sneaker against the stair step he stood on. He eyed you. “How about we involve Sammy and Danny?”

You could be okay with that. Then suddenly, your stomach flipped. “What about Jake?”

He met your eyes. “He would join. All of us. Game night.”

“Josh,” his name came out like a child’s whine. “Why?” 

He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It will be good for both of you. He’ll get to be around you with others and you’ll get to be around him while he’s with people he already knows and feels most comfortable with,” he squeezed lightly at your shoulder. “It will be great. He’ll come out of his shell, and surely he’ll act a little more like himself if he’s around myself and the other two.”

Your stomach rolled at the idea of actually spending any sort of time with Jake. 

Establishing rules? Sure, you could do that. It might take 10 minutes max. But an extended amount of time actually hanging out? 

You agreed to it before Josh left you that night, even though you had your hesitations. 

You wanted to bring some joy to the man that had been there for you through so much. You were also desperate to look like the bigger person in this situation. And, surely agreeing to this would make Josh see that you were trying when Jake wasn’t. 

You needed Josh to see the trueness of your heart in all of this, no matter how much bitterness his brother had caused you.

When you’d entered your home that evening, the lights had all been off. Jake’s door was closed. He was asleep. Thank God.

As you stood at the bathroom mirror taking off your makeup, you convinced yourself it would be fine. You could find positives. You’d hung out with the other three before. You all got along very well in a group setting and honestly always had a great time. That part would be all right.

You just had to convince yourself that Jake wouldn’t ruin it by simply being there with his persistent little dark cloud of distemper. 

By the time you tucked yourself under your covers, you decided no matter what, you would have a fun time. If only for the benefit of the other boys and yourself.

You were also determined to show the best parts of yourself to Jake. A darker part of you wanted him to feel slightly (very) guilty for how he’d been treating his simply incredible roommate. 

But before game night, you had to talk to him about your rules. You weren’t looking forward to him blowing you off. You had a terrible idea that would be the response you’d get to you speaking to him. 

But you still had to try.

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You thought through the best time to go over the rules with him, and decided the day before your night with the guys was the best option.

Your mind had settled on Jake taking two possible routes with the conversation. You figured going over them on that Friday before would work for both of these possibilities. 

One possibility was that he would sulk and pout and react like an asshole, and doing it on Friday would give him an entire day to do so. The second option was that he could very possibly just straight up ignore you like he usually did. And, you thought it best to do it a day before he would be forced to associate with you. 

It also seemed fitting to do so on the day that marked almost an entire month of him living with you. You were only one day away from it having been a whole month of him sharing your home. What a perfect time to actually acknowledge and officially, really talk to you. 

Time for him to realize all you were was a super kind person. A person who offered him shelter when there was virtually nowhere else for him to go. 

He needed to respect you and your hospitality.

You had gotten used to him usually arriving home by six every night. So, you loomed in the living room until he got home around six that evening. 

And almost right at 6 o’clock, you heard his keys jingle in the lock. 

As soon as he walked in and saw you leaning against the couch, he stopped to stare at you. It was an awkward-ass stare that made you want to slap him right across the smooth skin of his tanned cheek. 

He was just infuriating. 

“Hey,” you started, trying to sound easygoing. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you were. 

“Hi,” his response was spoken as a question. 

You knew that you standing there probably seemed extremely odd to the man.

You didn’t care if it made him feel uncomfortable. He deserved it after making you feel edgy for the last month in your own home.

He started to move on from you, already deciding to disregard you. 

“So,” you started, sticking to the assignment. And, surprisingly when you spoke, he stopped in his tracks. “I think I’ve decided it might be a good idea to make some apartment rules.”

With his back facing you, you saw him shake his head. His wavy locks caught the streams of the evening sun’s yellow glow, making the head shake that much more offensive. 

When he still didn’t turn around, you continued. “You can go change your clothes if you want,” you folded your arms tighter to your chest. “I’ll wait out here.”

He then turned, crossed back to the kitchen counter and dropped his keys in the key bowl you’d had since Elsie lived at the apartment. Then finally, he faced you. 

Your stomach did a little flip. Why were you nervous to establish these rules for your apartment? You just needed to get it over with. 

He raised his eyebrows and gave you a look that said ‘so?’ 

His face showed that he was already irritated. It was like the mere act of standing across from you was too much. Being forced to interact with you was a hassle. 

And instantly, you were irked. Could he be any more ridiculous? 

Admittedly, you were also already done with this talk. Screw him. You heatedly whipped your phone out of the back pocket of your jean shorts. You clicked through to your notes, where you’d started the rule list. 

You started with the most agreeable rules.

“The first rule: don’t go in each other’s rooms. I think that’s common sense, but just in case it needs to be stated,” you moved on. “Number two: if we buy food or drinks, they belong to us and only us. I was thinking we could even make two separate sides of the fridge. One side for yours and one for mine.”

You looked up when you heard him take a breath. You looked at him just in time to see him breathe out a tight-lipped sigh, a mocking smirk on his face as he bugged his eyes. 

You chose to ignore him, blatantly rolling your eyes and looked back to your phone. 

“Rule number three: do your own dishes and do your best to keep the sink empty. Rule number four: keep our common spaces clean. You know, kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom. . .clean up after yourself,” you glanced at him, seeing that he was looking into space, eyes still huge. His arms were crossed across his chest as yours had been. “Rule five: do your own laundry. And I think switching off every other day for whose laundry day it is would be a good idea. I get Monday, you get Tuesday, I get Wednesday. . .and so on.”

You paused, giving him room for notes if he had any. His face held a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Any thoughts?” You questioned. 

He gave a little chuckle that seemed to mock the same air you’d just spoken the rules to. It was insulting. Still, you wanted to hear from him. So you waited. 

And after a solid two minutes of just standing there, he loudly exhaled. His hand combed through the front of his hair, pushing it back. His eyes blinked a couple of times afterwards. “You seem to have it all nailed down, roomie.”

“Well, thanks,” you hesitantly responded. You were pleased that he was okay with what you’d shared so far. But his mention of the nickname seemed more snarky than anything.

“No, I mean,” he cleared his throat, rubbing at his chin. “You’ve got it nailed down. Like, you left no room for any ‘notes.’”

You scoffed at the air quotes he gave the word. “I’ve hardly ‘nailed it down’,” you gave your own air quotes for his words. “These are just an outline of ideas I have.”

“Just keep going,” he sighed as though he was completely exasperated and tucked both hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I have a date in like an hour.”

“A date?” 

“And it’s your business how?”

“You just told me,” you argued. “That’s how.”

“Didn’t mean you could ask questions about it,” he bit back. “I was just telling you so you would know I don’t have time to just stand here and listen to you drag on about these ‘rules’.”

You shook your head, shocked at how rude a person could be. Completely in awe of the man, you decided you would continue. You were ready to be rid of him. 

“Fine,” you angrily pressed your phone back on. “Speaking of dates. . .Rule six: when you have a date over, please keep them out of the common areas and remember the walls are thin. . . In general, no especially loud music, no loud. . .,” you cleared your throat and your skin prickled with embarrassment. “. . .  anything else.”

“Oh,” he seemed interested. Figured. If it had to do with a woman, his interest was suddenly piqued. “That also applies to you and Josh, I assume?”

“What?!” You were suddenly very disturbed at that statement. “Josh and me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He tilted his head down, his eyes sticking onto yours, hair falling to swing next to his face. “Seriously? You apparently know the walls are thin as shit. And our rooms are right next door, so I can hear the two of you stay up all hours of the night talking,” he looked to the side, his eyebrows raising. “Who knows what the hell else you both do after I fall asleep. You are both touchy as fuck with one another, so I’ll just let my mind wander with what happens behind closed doors.”

You started laughing hysterically at the whole statement Jake had just made. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts. Shocked was an understatement for how Jake’s assumptions left you feeling. 

“Are you kidding me?” You stepped towards him, pointing a finger in his direction. “Of course you would assume a friendship is more than what it actually is. Hopeless fuckin’ roma—.”

You stopped yourself. You had almost called him a hopeless romantic. How would you even begin to explain that you knew enough about him to call him that?

He took a step forward, his jaw clenched. He crossed his arms across his chest again. His chest seemed to continue to rise with his irritation. His fingers were digging into his biceps, clad in his light blue button-up.

“No, finish. Please.” 

Your blood pressure was rising, you felt your skin prickling with embarrassment and guilt. Your heart was racing. You shouldn’t have exploded and almost exposed what Josh had told you. You couldn’t betray Josh’s trust like that. You were being errant. You knew an anxiety attack was on the horizon if you didn’t stop soon. Betraying someone you love was known to bring you to tears quicker than almost anything else. 

You also couldn’t deny how bad you felt for referring to something that was probably still a sensitive topic to your roommate. As much as you despised him, you didn’t have to be so overtly uncool towards him in a hard time.

“Let’s just keep on with the rules,” you tried to calm yourself down. You didn’t need to have an anxiety attack in front of him. That was the last thing you needed. “Please?”

He seemed to catch on to your nerves. And luck seemed to be on your side with how he relented so quickly. He still seemed a little irked, but his eyes were softer than they were before.

“Go on.”

You breathed in and out once, then situated your nerves the best you could to finish. 

“I, um, I thought it would be cool to add a little something that would help keep us accountable for getting to know each other,” you didn’t want to meet his eyes, so you kept yours glued to the screen of your phone. “We both love music, so I was thinking. . .Rule seven: we switch off every other night and play a record on the record player. One of our own choosing. It would give us a good idea of who we’re living with.”

“Because the music we love really says so much about who we are,” he agreed honestly. 

You looked up after he’d spoken, and the look on his face as he looked down said he hadn’t meant to speak it out loud. His eyebrows knitted together like he had conflict within himself. He didn’t want you to know he thought similarly to you, you were sure of it. He’d let his precious little guard down the slightest, smallest bit. 

You couldn’t help it when a teeny-tiny grin landed on your lips. You shook it away before he could possibly see.

“Yep. Totally,” you said very quietly in response. But you knew he heard you when he blinked a couple times and then ran a hand through his hair, bringing his head back up in the process. 

He was making you feel very antsy, and his date would be here soon. So, you tried to finish quickly. 

“And finally, rule eight: we keep a work schedule posted to the fridge so we’re aware of when the other one will be at home. It will be helpful to know if the other one is at work; just in case of an emergency or anything, I thought it’d be helpful.”

You looked up as you finished, he was now leaning back against the kitchen counter. His amber-brown eyes stayed locked on yours earnestly for a bit. You felt your cheeks heat. Then he asked, “And you’re sure there’s not anything else?” 

You shook your head ‘no’.

His previously haughty tone was coming back when he spoke next. “How do you expect me to remember all of these things? And we'll post our schedules on the fridge?”

You couldn’t help it as your heart leapt the slightest bit. He still wasn’t completely rejecting any of the rules. In fact, unless he was somehow being sarcastic, he even wanted a way to remember them. 

“I—I’ll print it all out at work and put everything on the fridge,” you shoved your phone into your back pocket. “I’ll even include a place for our phone numbers, just in case we ever need those.” You added, "And we can just post our schedules when we get them every week."

He nodded once. He looked up at the ceiling then, obviously done with the conversation. You didn’t blame him. You really were too. 

You were suddenly longing for him to ignore you again. His presence was making you tense. You didn’t know how to act around him. You hadn’t had that problem with anyone for a long time. 

The last time was probably middle school when no one knew how to act around each other. 

But now as an adult woman? You hated that someone made you feel like this. 

And in your own home, no less.

He pushed off the counter and started to his room. Then, only steps from his room, he turned on his boot to face you, he held a look of blatant vexation. 

Ugh, what now? You thought.

“Do we really have to have our own sections for our food and drinks in the fridge? Why don’t we just put our initials on things that belong to us?” He reasoned. “I’ll even buy the damned Sharpie.”

You couldn’t find a way to dispute his suggestion in the moment. You could agree with that. “Yeah, sounds good. Good idea.”

He gave an almost-smile (couldn’t show too much cordiality), “I have a few of those every once in a while.” 

He then got a smug grin on his face, “Oh, and you might want to get some earplugs for tonight. . .paper thin walls and all that.”

“Jake,” you were stunned at the audacity. Your shoulders tightened up. “Seriously?”

He set his head back, raising his eyebrows up. A smirk raised his lips, “Nowhere on that rules list did you say I’m not allowed to bring women over. And I really can’t control whether or not I make them scream,” he set you with a stare, raising a brow. “And I’ve gotta say, that’s always been a pretty normal occurrence,” he paused. “And I most likely wouldn’t have been too keen on following a ‘no women’ rule anyway, so.”

“Asshole,” You scoffed, your thighs quivered. The disdain he caused you floated through your whole body. “A little full of yourself?”

“Alright then, don’t plug your ears,” his smirk only grew. “You’ll hear for yourself tonight. Post-breakup recovery fuck, y’know? Gotta get some of this lingering tension out of my system,” he shook his shoulders and arms out to emphasize his words.

Your skin grew angry goosebumps at the thought of everything he’d just said to you. You were amazed by him. Truly. 

Not in a good way. Not amazed in the sense he’d wanted you to be.

He turned on his heel to continue the walk to his room, and you just stood in your spot. Your bare toes dug into the carpet, waiting to hear his door click. 

Once finally alone, you let out a breath you’d apparently been holding. You shook your head at his repulsive words. You were utterly shocked that he would say any of that to you. What the heck? 

This interaction had shown you that it was obviously too much for him to be a pleasant human for an extended period of time.

And he had no issue making you feel completely on edge. 

Distasteful son of a bitch.

You wanted to go hide in your bedroom for the night. You didn’t want to chance running into him again.

You stomped to your room. You had had enough of Jake Kiszka for one night. 

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You downed the recommended 2-pill dose of melatonin that evening, but snuck in one extra with a giant swig of water. 

Jake had left about an hour prior and you’d be damned if he woke you up with any sex-related noises. 

You were ready to get some sleep anyway, completely tired after the stress you’d dealt with. Your doctor had suggested melatonin to induce necessary rest after any anxious episodes. 

You knew you were to blame for a part of the stress, sticking your foot in your mouth the way you had. But Jake was the main culprit of the stress.

And you were done with him ruling your emotions for the evening. 

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And of course, the next morning, Jake was stuck in your head. 

You hated it. It wasn’t because you wanted him there. It was thanks to a ridiculous dream that had plagued you during the night.

Your sleep had graced you with a reminder of the moment you’d almost outed your knowledge of his past. But in the vision, you weren’t feeling the onslaught of nerves you’d originally felt in the moment anymore.

No, in this version of it, all you could focus on was the vision of his chest, how it had been heaving in the midst of his irritation.

And it wasn’t even a covered chest that haunted your dream. No, it was his chest that seemed to be persistently bare. The bronzed, silky-smooth chest you’d seen one too many times in the month he’d lived with you. 

You couldn’t understand how he was 24 years old and still didn’t know how to button his shirts past two buttons. It maddened you that he didn’t know how to button his entire shirt. His toned light brown, sun-kissed chest was distracting in a way you wished it wasn’t.

All you wanted was to escape your roommate. And now he was literally haunting your dreams. 

You had chosen to deny how you’d woken up with sweat on your forehead, hair stuck to your equally sweaty face. You weren’t going to let him have that control over you. Not even in your dreams.

And now, you were completely dreading spending the evening with him in any capacity. 

You just hoped Josh came armed with damn good booze for game night. You desperately needed to get out of your head.

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a/n: next chapter is game night! we’ll finally get introduced to sammy and danny <3

there is sooo much to come. i can’t wait to share more with you all. like i’ve previously mentioned, their story is quite the rollercoaster. our beloved roomies are both very stubborn . . . it’ll make for a grand ‘ol time! lmao

i hope you enjoyed!! plz message me & let me know what you thought! hearing from you guys is just so wonderful! let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future chapters!! <3

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Just an apple... <?> - a Sandman fanfiction

I dedicate this to @wickedly-grim who inspired the story by this post:

Can anyone do a fic or a fanart of a clueless reader tossing/handing Morpheus an apple and then Dream automatically thinking they are engaged now so he’s way more touchy and friendly with them (due to the fact that he thinks they are in a relationship now). All while the reader has no clue about anything, and is wondering why (maybe her boss) the scary king of nightmares is being kind and touchy with her?

If anyone doesn’t know, giving an apple to someone is basically a marriage proposal in Greece.

JUST AN APPLE

Ok. Let’s make thing crystal clear. Being human is hard. Being human who’s familiar with some supernatural power beings (yes, I mean the Endless) is ten times harder. Imagine riding the biggest rollercoaster in the theme park. And then add to it riding it after eating a really big dinner. It’s the greatest recipe for catastrophe. Or at least gastric catarrh. I mean, if you think about it – these being are eternal. They existed long before human race and will be around after any other living thing become extinct. They are powerful, knowledgeable, teasing and have undeniable effect on the human world. But then, it seems like it works the other way round too. No matter how smart the Endless may be one second, they are completely oblivious to customs and habits of people. And that can sometimes lead to some unexpected situations. Serious situations.

I’ve been around the Endless for quite a while now. No matter how crazy that may sound my best friend of them was actually Death herself. From the outside we must have seemed like an unusual besties but it worked quite well. I was rather quiet and observant with a bit of a snarky and sarcastic attitude while she was more of a motherly approach and love-for-live vibes. I suppose I was just telling myself we were complementary to one another. Then one day I get to meet her brother, Dream. Oh, god, what a meeting that was. At the time being I had a job as a waitress and their appearance out of nowhere almost caused me to drop the tray with the dishes.  

-What are u doing here? – I hissed as I spotted not one, but two of the Endless just casually sitting at the table.

-Just having fun, y/n – Death flashed me one of her widest smile.

-Fun? – I raised my eyebrow – you surely do, but your friend here seems like he is about to get crucified.

-He’s not my friend, he’s my brother Don’t mind his broody attitude, he’s going through a lot of things.

-Ok, well, ok. Nice to meet you….? What was your name again? Or more like what do you represent.

-I’m Dream of the Endless.

-His true name is Morpheus – his sister added – you can call him that.

-Under no circumstances ….

-Pleasure, Morpheus– I nodded and reached my hand towards him. For a second he was eyeing it with no intention of shaking so I just put it away awkwardly – right, is there anything I can get you two? We got delicious peas soup as a main course today.

-What is the purpose ….. – Dream started, lips pouted, still grumpy, but Death cut him off.

-We’d like that very much, thank you, y/n – she smiled again. As I left them to collect the order I was able to hear muted conversation.

-Behave Dream, be nice. She’s my friend and a really nice person to be honest. Besides, you are supposed to taste a bit of humanity to understand it better, so stop brooding.

-I am not brooding.

-Oh, come on, brother, you are scaring everyone here. Look around – she waved her hand and as a matter of fact all of the guest in the restaurant seemed a bit intimidated by Dream’s presence.

-They should be scared. I am the one who can give them nightmares after all. And trust me, some of them truly deserve them.

-Dream! – Death clipped him round the ear gently and got a sad and confused look in return – just observe. See how they enjoy their time together, please, for God’s sake just try to do the same.

-Here’s your soup. Enjoy it – I smiled returning and serving them their dishes.

-Thank you, y/n. This looks delicious. Dream? Is there something you’d like to say to our friend.

-She’s not … - he started but a cold glare from his sister made him change the sentence – thank you, I guess.

That was a year ago. Even since I was trying my best to warm Dream up to human race and show him that we are actually not that bad. Not of my own volition, but only because Death asked me too. She was worried about her sibling becoming some sort of eremite, detached from everyone and everything, denying any positive feelings that came his way. I couldn’t say no to her. So, I was balancing my job, crumbles of my social life and a relation with some certain Endless. If you can call it like that.

-Why are you always like that? – I asked him  one day while we were walking in the park.

-Like what?

-Distant. Cold. Black – I hesitated pointing towards his coat.

-Why should I be anything else?

-Because you are dream. Aren’t they supposed to be more vibrant? Emotional? Lively? What’s with the sad attire?

-I’d rather not speak about it.

-Of course not – I sighed. – But fine, let’s not talk. How about we get some ice cream instead.

-Ice cream? – he was dumbfounded

-Yes. Come on – I grabbed his hand and draw him towards the ice cream stall. I only stopped when I reached it, and then noticed the inexplicable expression on his face.

-Dream? Are you all right?

-You touched my hand.

-I guess I did….?

-Why?

-Why? – I repeated not quite understanding what he meant by that – Oh, you’re seriously asking me that. Well, I suppose I was just trying to … make you move?

-And taking my hand was necessary for that?

-I… - God, he was really hard to be around sometimes. – I guess not. I’m sorry.

-Don’t ever do this again. It’s courtesy enough that I tolerate you and your presence.

-I’m sorry? – his simple sentence stroke a nerve in me. – tolerate my presence? Believe me if it wasn’t for the promise I made to Death….. – I shook my head – unbelievable – it’s not like I kissed you or something – Dream eyed me when I said that – whatever. Can we just get those damn ice cream and move on with our lives?

-I would accept that offer.

So, yeah, it was that kind of relation. We would meet every week to introduce Dream to every other human attraction. Sometimes it was something simple, like hiking sometimes something more complex (in Dream’s own words) like a visit to the cinema (which only happened once as we were kicked out of the movie theater). However, he was still pretty hesitant when it came to forming a bond. I felt him warm up a little but it was taking him literal ages. After all, what is time if you are an eternal being? Sometimes, if she was not busy, Death would join us. And since she was a foodie those meetings usually took places in my restaurant. Ironically, the place where me and Morpheus met.

-What can I get you today, my friends? – I asked and pretended like I didn’t notice Dream shudder at the words

-Surprise us, y/n. I’d like something new. And Dream will take the same thing as I.

-I am fully capable of deciding for myself.

-So what can I get you then, Dream? – I turned towards him

-I… I will get whatever my sister gets- he looked down almost shyly.

-Delightful. I got something special coming for you two right away.

If only I knew what kind of situation I would get myself involved in… I suspected nothing when I gave the Endless apple dessert. It was a hollowed-out fruit filled with creamy and a bit sour stuffing.

-Bon appetite – I obliviously smiled but it quickly faded away as I saw Dream’s face. – Is something wrong?

Death was quick to catch up on the situation but obviously she said nothing just sitting there trying to suppress her laugh.  

-Is that really what you’re giving me?

-Yeah, you said you wanted whatever your sister takes. Don’t you like it? I can take it back if…

-No. Thank you. I understand the message.

-What message? – I was confused beyond recognition but decided to let it go since it was Dream. – You know what, I don’t want to know. Enjoy your meal.

-Did she really just… ? – Morpheus asked his sister when the girl was out of sight.

-I know nothing. I do not interfere in your affairs dear brother. You go and figure this out on yourself – she answered with her mouth full with the dessert.

To say the next couple of day were crazy would be a serious understatement. Dream, who was unapproachable for the past year suddenly became more touchy. Wherever we were going he found every possible excuse to brush his hand against mine or stand closer than usual or even trying to grab my waist when we were walking. Not that I was complaining but that was highly confusing. One day when we were sitting on the bench he awkwardly moved so our thighs were touching and that was the breaking point.

-What the hell, Dream? – I jumped from the bench – what do you think you’re doing?

-I don’t understand what you mean, y/n.

-You’ve been acting bizzare for the last week. All that touchy-feely? All the affection? This is not you. I would risk saying you’re making fun out of me, but again… it’s you, so what is this about?

-Is this not how I should behave?

-Should behave?  Why?

-We are betrothed now, so the situation would require a bit of closeness.

-Come again? We are what?

-Betrothed.

-Where on Earth did you get that idea?!

-From you.

-Dream, I swear to God, elaborate on your sentences or I’m going to explode – I was rubbing my forehead in pure frustration.

-You gave me an apple and I accepted.

-I gave you…. Oh my god, do not tell me I got myself in some sort of Persephone situation here.

-In Greece giving one an apple means a proposal.

-IT MAY HAVE SUCH MEANING IN SOME ANCIENT TIMES! – I yelled but quickly calmed myself after receiving some damning look from the pedestrians. – Damn it, Dream. I don’t know what century you’re living in, but I;m definitely a XXI century girl. No fruit, vegetable or plant means engagement here. Do you understand me?

-But…

-Do. You Understand. Me? – I grabbed his coat and looked him straight into the eyes. – Do you?

-I do. Now, you might want to let go of my cloak – here it is again.

-Great.  I missed your warning tone. We are not and will never be engaged. Betrothed, if you like. But I got to admit that was a great development. Last Monday you wouldn’t even say we were friends and now this. However irrational it seems, I’m proud of you, Morpheus. You are growing.

-Maybe you are the reason of it – he smirked and for the first time it actually made me blush. Perhaps there was something new coming for this relation after all.

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Random Wild Kratts Headcanons: Megan Thee Stallion Songs

Songs that I think the characters would like or songs that represent them because I love Megan.

Y'all better stream Hiss!

Martin: Ungrateful

Everyone knows that Martin is a nice man. Even the villains know it.

Sometimes it seems like he's a little too nice tho. Like the villains definitely take advantage of it.

Martin can be a nice person but when you mess with animals, his friends, or his brother he can become a different person.

I think the lyrics “Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes” represent this.

I feel like he could be a lot more violent towards the villains but chooses not to.

Basically, he is sparing the villains despite everything they have done to the team and the villains are “ungrateful” because they constantly act the same way.

Chris: Savage

His sassy attitude fits this song well.

It doesn't matter if it's a villain or his own brother. That lil sassy attitude is always gonna be there.

I feel like he would actually call himself a savage after listening to this song.

“Been that bitch, still that bitch”

And he literally is. Not only has Wild Kratts been around a long time, but Chris has been iconic since Kratt’s creatures and Zooboomafu have been around.

Koki: Plan B

This song is about Independence and having a high self-worth.

Koki definitely has all of that.

She's technically a minor character but she leaves a big impact on the team and the show in general.

Also, I feel like a lot of the time she’s the team's “Plan B” meaning when there's a problem that the boys or Aviva can't fix she has to step in.

Usually involving the miniaturizer because they never listen when she tells them to keep up with it.

She’s like the only other person on the team with a fully functioning brain cell.

Jimmy: Hot Girl Summer

This was THE summer song so you know Jimmy was listening to it.

Probably says “It's hot girl summer” every year to Aviva and Koki.

The chill vibe of the song matches his personality.

I can see him lounging in the sun bobbing his head to this song.

I don't really have a deep reason for why this song is for him, it’s just chill.

Aviva: Hiss

Hiss blew up because it was a diss track calling out basically everyone in the music industry.

I feel like this fits her attitude towards Zach specifically.

Like she seems like she wants to say “Fu*k you” to him so badly.

Based on the “Mystery of the Weird Looking Walrus” episode Aviva seems to be a very observant person and knows a lot of tea about people.

Like how does she know what Zach eats every day and how many toes he has on each foot 💀.

And she was able to guess his password easily on the first try.

Basically don’t piss her off or she will air out ALL of your business, like she did with Zach.

Also, I feel like she listens to Megan when she’s angry.

Donita: Megan's Piano

If feel like she's also a Megan stan.

This song is her anthem.

One thing about Donita is she is gonna let you know that she is NOT poor and she works hard for her money.

Like she’s the hardest-working villain besides Gourmand.

Donita is a self-made queen.

Girlboss.

She likes this song because it reminds her that she's better than everyone.

Every time Chris and Martin come around she mentions wanting to give them a makeover and drags them for their fashion choices.

Definitely says “Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl”.

You can't spell Donita without “it” after all.

Gourmand: B.I.T.C.H

I don't think he would actually call someone a bitch (he's southern-raised, he has some manners) but the vibe of the song fits him.

I think he would like the lyrics “You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life.”

Gourmand is kind of like Zach in the sense that he does what he wants whenever he wants.

Hence why you can't control him.

He’s not like Donita who would use animal substitutes in his profession (the fake spider silk) no matter how hard the Kratts try to convince him.

He does what he wants and you can't control him.

He's also very straightforward with his feelings.

If he doesn't like you he’ll let you know.

Zach: God's Favorite

Zach relates to the song based on the title alone.

He truly believes that he is favored and highly regarded.

Him being the “favorite” could be a general feeling or a reference to how he feels about Aviva and her inventions.

He doesn't see himself as equally matched to her or anyone. He sees himself as the ultimate person basically, even above the other villains.

Despite his incompetence, he is still rather skilled in some things and successful.

The lyric “Here's a toast, who you love the most?” is also him talking about himself since we all know who his favorite person is.

I feel like he would listen to this song to boost his confidence.

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