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Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

Art by @ghostly-one

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Beside Each Other

Chapter 1: Moving in

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Summary: Single mom moves into a third floor apartment with her 5 year old daughter. Nanami Kento lives on the second floor and knows someone is moving in when he hears the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. He expects the noise to end in a day or two but then hears the little pitter patter of tiny feet followed by a muffled, "Stop running!" Well... this should be interesting.

fluff, nanami kento x fem!reader

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Monday

*Second floor, Nanami's apartment*

Team leader Nanami Kento grabs his mug of freshly brewed tea and goes to sit in his office to begin the work day. It's almost the same thing every single day but he enjoys the job so far. The team is responsible and quick, he can work quietly from home, and most importantly, the pay is much better than any of his past jobs. He'll be able to save most of his check and save enough to move to a better place soon. The current building was breaking down and it seemed that every neighbor had a new complaint every day. He really does feel bad for anyone that falls for the listing and is conned by the landlady who just wants to fill the apartments for rent. He should've known better, a two bed two bath for much less than anything in the area was bound to have its conditions.

He sighs thinking about the apartment but logs in for the day and begins reading through the emails that came in over the weekend. A few emails in and he hears a couple loud thumps upstairs. He knew Truman left last week but the landlady was very quick to con someone (again) to take that space.

Nanami sighs, "Welcome to the money pit, neighbor."

He continues his morning while hearing the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. The heavier furniture was loud and slow and the lighter stuff was clear and quick. It should only be a day or two at most of this noise. That is, until he hears quick and small pitter patters from the living room to right above his office.

Nanami pauses and focuses to listen through the thin walls. He hears a very muffled, "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"

A kid? Nanami wonders.

*Third floor, your apartment*

You swing the door open and pout at the old discolored paint. This apartment wasn't at the top of your list, not even in your top 10, but it was cheaper than everything else and close to Yunn's school. Mr. Truman warned you about this apartment but also said it was a good temporary spot for you and Yunn. At least until your application was approved for any of the other apartments, townhouses, or rental houses you applied for. Mr. Truman and Jessie promised they'd let you know if they ever passed by any 'For Rent' sign.

You move out of the way while holding Yunn's hand to let the mover see the space to know what to bring up first. They quickly scan the room and go back down to bring the first bunch of furniture. You walk to the kitchen bar to check the papers left on the counter and look up to see the movers with the couch and side tables.

"Momma, can I go see the rooms?"

"Yeap, but remember what I told you please."

Yunn indeed does not remember and sprints off to one end of the apartment towards the smaller room. "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"

You try to do a quiet tip-toe run after your daughter to get her to quiet down.

"Stop running!" you catch up to your excited daughter. “Yunnuen, I had told you to please not run and not yell. Please, baby, we just talked about this.”

She looks up and nods but continues to look around the room. Mr. Truman had said that although the neighbors constantly complained about management, they were very nice to each other. He told you the downstairs neighbor wouldn’t mind a little noise but you wanted to avoid making any noise, period. Mr. Truman said the neighbor worked from home and the last thing you wanted was to disturb someone while they worked or become a nuisance when they're trying to rest.

“Knock knock!”

“Ms. Jessie!” Yunn ran to the room door where Mr. Truman and Jessie stood.

“The movers are in and out and the door is open, we hope you don’t mind that we came in!”

Jessie was Yunn’s old pre-k teacher. She knew everything from your work schedule, to Yunn’s dad, to your struggle of finding a new place. You both grew close throughout the year especially after Yunn moved up to kinder. Mr. Truman is Jessie’s father. He works as a janitor at the same school and saw you often when you’d stay a bit longer after school to talk to Jessie and let Yunn play in the playground. He had to move in with Jessie after a back injury and told you about his old apartment. He did warn you about the shabbiness of it but said it’d be alright in the meantime. The kind older man offered to help with any maintenance issues and although you agreed at the time, you knew you would never call the poor man to work with his injured back. You’d figure it out… you hoped.

“No no, of course not! You didn’t have to come! It’s your day off, you should’ve stayed home to relax.”

Jessie looks up from hugging Yunn, “Didn’t want to stay home. I can help put some of the boxes in the correct rooms and at least start unboxing a few things.”

“And I wanted to show you a couple things around the building. Most of the things in here are old and get stuck. We all have — or had for me, our own ways of doing things around here,” Mr. Truman smiled at you. The gentlest smile, similar to the smile he always had around Jessie. “Come on, follow me down to the mailbox. Damn thing always gets stuck”

If anyone knew the building, it would be him. You start to follow Mr. Truman out the door when you turn and tell Yunnuen to stay with Jessie and not leave her sight.

*First floor, mailboxes*

Nanami pushes his mailbox slot to get it open. He wasn’t expecting any mail but he was making time for the new upstairs neighbor to finish moving things in the room directly above him to make a couple work calls. He takes a coupon page from the inside and closes his box.

“Be careful with the last steep step here, hold that baby’s hand tight when coming down or she might tumble one day.”

The familiar voice made Nanami turn quickly. Was that…? “Truman?” Nanami asked.

“Nanami! Hello boy, good thing I caught you here, there’s someone you should meet.”

You were a couple steps behind Mr. Truman, carrying a couple welcome bags with things the elderly neighbors had given you after knowing you were a friend of their close friend and had a little girl.

“Nanami, this is y/n, she’s moving into my old place with her little girl. y/n, this is Nanami, the downstairs neighbor,” Mr. Truman fumbles for the mailbox key you handed him on the staircase, “I’m gonna show her my trick to box 303.”

Only her and her daughter... single mom? Nanami extends his hand, “Well, welcome to the building, y/n.”

You shake his hand and smile, “Thank you, Mr. Truman mentioned you work from home. Please let me know if we get too loud, I’ll try to keep our volume down either way but please let me know if it’s too much.”

Nanami shakes his head, “It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

You smile again, but still feel a little bad at the thought that Yunnuen could be running around while this man tried to work. Despite Mr. Truman telling you about this man's calm and patient behavior, you still wanted to avoid any extreme noise. It’s a temporary place, but you still want to be considerate to others.

Mr. Truman calls you over to show you how he would push the mailbox up and slightly to the left to get it open. Mr. Truman closes the mailbox after wiggling it around and continues to talk about the trash chute, the main doorway, avoiding the elevator unless you have heavy things, the never opened or available maintenance office, the broken window at the end of the hall, the flickering light on the 2nd floor staircase, and on and on and on.

“Call me when you need something. I’m still close and know this building better than anyone, including that landlady!” Mr. Truman hits his chest to emphasize his point, making you smile.

Nanami notices your hesitation about calling Truman, but excuses himself to go up to his apartment.

“Don’t work too much, boy! It’s a holiday and it’s supposed to be a long weekend!”

Nanami gives a small smile to the old man, “Just a bit more today, promise.” He politely smiles, nods towards you and turns to leave.

Handsome, you thought.

Pretty, Nanami thought.

Thursday

*First floor, maintenance office*

Nanami opens the main entrance door and is immediately greeted by the warmth of the first floor. He pulls the bags on his right hand closer to himself and begins going up the stairs, but stops when he sees you trying to peek through the closed blinds of the maintenance office.

Nanami steps away from the staircase and walks a few feet towards you, “They’re supposed to be here Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays at least half day but I’ve never seen them open for more than a couple hours at a time. You might have missed them already.”

You quickly turn towards him, slightly disgruntled at the closed office. You put your hands on your hips and ask, "do you think they’ll come in tomorrow?"

Nanami slightly tilts his head to the side and without saying a word, you understood completely. You sigh heavily and pace in front of the office before pointing to the closed door, “Would you happen to have a number or contact for any maintenance person?”

"Yeah," he shrugs, but before you get too excited, he said, "Truman. He was our unofficial in-house maintenance man and he was the one that everyone called."

You hesitate before saying, "I wouldn’t want to bother him. His back is still hurt pretty bad and I wouldn’t want him on the floor."

"On the floor?" Nanami raises his eyebrows.

Nanami notices how you hesitate to answer, but you continue, "I noticed a small leak underneath the kitchen sink and I thought I just had to tighten it so I did but it’s been leaking nonstop since yesterday. I wouldn’t want to call Mr. Truman and ask him to basically crawl under my sink to figure out what’s wrong."

Nanami looks at his watch and sees he has 40 minutes left of his lunch. He looks back up, "I know we just met and I’m not a maintenance man but Truman did teach me a few things. Before you, I was the youngest in this building and he said every young man needed to learn how to handle things around his apartment," He chuckles at the memory of the older man happily walking downstairs to Nanami's apartment to help, "He helped me at first, but towards the end, he would just bring me the tools and supplies and watch me fix things on my own. I can go up and see what’s wrong with it, I have about 40 minutes left so I can at least check it out."

"Didn't you just say Mr. Truman would take his tools to you?" you ask, trying to find a way to sneak in a kind no, thank you.

"Yeah but he gave me about half his tool box when he moved out. Said I’d need it eventually," Nanami grins at the memory, "guess he was right."

Nanami sees you hesitate again and look down the hall. I don't want to ask any neighbor for this kind of help, I just moved in and don't know anything about him, you think. But — I do need the help, I can't have Yunn in a place without a properly working kitchen sink. You cross your arms and tell him, "I wouldn’t want to impose. I haven’t even been here in a week and I would already be asking you for something."

Nanami smiles and shakes his head. "It would be no imposition," he nods towards the staircase and motions you to walk up with him. "And I think you’ve held out long enough, maybe longer than the rest of us. A lot of us came down to the maintenance office the second day we were here."

Damn... I guess I can repay him later?

You lightly laugh and start ascending the stairs with your neighbor. "I'm y/n by the way, I know the last time I saw you was Monday," you stretch your hand out and Nanami introduces himself again.

"How can I pay you back? I wouldn’t want a free favor and I don’t want to take advantage of your generosity."

"Well let’s see what the issue is first. But I really don’t mind, Truman helped me when I needed it most. I’d be happy to help."

You turned your face away from Nanami, but he saw your tight-lipped smile. You both reach the second floor and tell Nanami you have a few tools he can use so he wouldn't have to stop to get his tools. Nanami nods and gives a small ok as you slowly reach your apartment door.

"Let me just say that I haven’t really had a chance to organize things how I would like and my daughter is not very good at picking things up before school," you reach into your pocket for the key and start to open your door.

Nanami laughs a bit behind you as you open the door. If it weren’t because you and Truman have mentioned your daughter, or the toys splattered on the living room floor, he wouldn’t believe a kid lived above him. Besides the first day and the chaos of moving in, he never heard any small footsteps running around or a child's laugh through the walls. He was somewhat impressed that you had kept your promise about keeping the noise down, but he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed though. Maybe he was looking forward to the noise of a child's laughter, sometimes the evenings were too quiet or they were filled with the elderly neighbor's drama filled evening programs.

"May I?" Nanami points to the bags in his hand and a spot on the floor near your door.

"Oh, I can take those, we can just put them on the table."

Nanami shrugs his shoulders a bit, his heavy coat becoming heavier in your warm apartment. You put his bags on an entryway table and ask him to follow you to the kitchen. He had been inside Truman’s apartment before and even though he knows it's the exact same layout as his own, he says nothing and lets you lead him in.

Nanami sees you keep a good few feet from him in your apartment and he honestly can’t blame you, you just let a new neighbor you don’t know into your house. He avoids getting closer than necessary to not make you uncomfortable and opens the cabinets under the kitchen sink. You open the cupboard beside the sink and take out your toolbox for him to use.

"Thank you," he smiles and gives you a quick glance before turning back to the pipe underneath the sink. He shrugs his shoulders again to try to shift the increasingly warm jacket and reaches for the wrench to start working on the sink trap.

You leave the small kitchen and head for the area on the other side of the bar. If Nanami looked up, he would be able to find you and you weren’t sure where to stand while he worked. You didn't want to hover, but you also didn’t feel like you should leave him completely alone since he was doing you a favor. You grab a closed box and start unpacking the extra dishes and utensils. You can’t see what he’s doing exactly but you hear a couple tools moving on the pipes and the clanking of other tools in the toolbox.

You grab another box and start removing the newspaper from the top when you see Nanami shrugging again. Since it was cold outside, you always kept your home slightly warmer for Yunn. You’re comfortable and not too warm in what you’re wearing, but a 6-foot well-built man with a winter coat must feel like an oven.

"Umm, let me take your jacket. I can put it by your bags so it’s out of your way if you'd like." Your neighbor looks up and although you can only see the top half of his face, you notice the slight sweat building on his brow.

"Thank you, I don’t think it’ll take much longer, but I appreciate it," he drops the tool in his hand and stands to take off his jacket. He was definitely handsome, very handsome, in fact, and apparently very helpful. You nod and smile at the man and quickly turn to put his jacket by the entryway.

You return to your spot on the other side of the bar and he stands back up after unpacking your third box.

"So the sink trap is going to have to be replaced. If you ask management for the sink trap alone, then they can get it to you maybe early next week. Can't promise they'll do anything for the labor part of it but they'll send the part somewhat quickly," Nanami closes the cupboard and reaches back down for the toolbox.

You nod and take a mental note of what he says, "Can you show me which part that is? I can change it as soon as they give it to me."

Nanami looks at you round the kitchen bar to move next to him and asks, "Are you sure? I’m sure you would be able to figure it out, but I wouldn’t mind coming back and switching it quickly. This alone took," he looks back at his watch and continues, "10 minutes."

You shift your weight from one leg to the other and contemplate his offer, "That’s a huge imposition, I can’t ask you to fix or switch everything for me."

Nanami gets on one knee to put the tools back in the cupboard where you retrieved them from. "I work eight hours a day, but I don’t have an exact assigned time to work. I can take my breaks whenever I want as long as I finish everything so I'd be able to replace it even during a break."

You hesitate again, but he continues, "Truman never let anybody help him. With the condition of the sink trap, I imagine that he couldn’t fix this himself, but he would be willing to help any of us if we needed anything. Think of this as me repaying him."

"Actually, he probably wasn't even aware of this, his daughter would take him home with her a lot towards the end of his lease here," you look up to your neighbor’s eyes. Even though the thought of a complete stranger in the same house as your daughter makes you nervous, you admit that you might need that help. It might be worth trusting Nanami especially when Mr. Truman kept talking about him so highly after your mailbox interaction last time.

The man is now gently smiling at you, waiting for your answer, and you smile back. "I work at the office two to three times a week. I work from home the rest of the week. I can let you know when I finally catch management so they can give me or order the part.” You pick at your fingernail, “I want you to know that I really really would not want to ask for any help, especially anything keeping you away from your real work or anything of yours, but I really would — do appreciate your help."

Nanami gives you another small smile and says, "Great, just let me know. You can just knock on my door or give me a call." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands you a business card. "It's my work cell but it's always on and I carry it everywhere."

You nod and take his card: Kento Nanami, Senior Mechanical Product Designer at Schneider Electric. Hmm, fancy.

Nanami walks around you and heads to the front door. You follow behind as he's grabbing his jacket and bags from the table when he turns around to look at you. "I'm not sure if I should say this or not, but I really wouldn't mind if your daughter runs around a bit. I haven't heard anything from up here since the day you moved in... you don't have to be so careful. It's ok if you show a couple signs of life up here." He gives his last smile before opening the door, "See you soon, y/n." Nanami softly closes the door behind him.

You stare at the door after his departure, his business card still in your hands. Show a couple signs of life up here. Anywhere else you've lived, you've been shushed through the walls and neighbors would complain about hearing your baby when you were trying your best to keep her quiet. You got used to keeping quiet ever since. Maybe it is ok — loud laughter, speaking a bit louder, maybe that much would be ok.

You smile down at the business card and put it behind your phone case for safekeeping.

Nanami returns to his apartment and looks at his watch. A little more than 25 minutes left for lunch. He sets his bags down and thinks about his pretty and nice neighbor. So she is a single mom. He sits on his couch and takes out his phone.

Truman was no longer looking over his shoulder to make sure everything was being done correctly. Nanami did not want to mess this up.

Google search: how to replace a sink trap

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Chapter 2: The Pizza and the Tooth Fairy

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st7rnioioss · 13 days

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ rainy days

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing, kissing, swearing

a/n: hellooo. so so so sorry for not posting anything, i was on a school trip to rome for a week! brewed this up super quickly, sorry if you can tell it hurried lmao. I LOVE YOUUU ALL

་༘࿐˚⋆ it had been raining constantly the whole day. the gentle patter of rain on the windows created a cozy atmosphere, the dark clouds outside only adding to the feeling of a huge embrace.

most people would find this weather boring or sad, unable to open the windows, or go outside, almost isolating themselves from the outside and social world. opposite to you, you loved this type of weather. being able to allow yourself to snuggle up inside on either your couch or shared bed with matt, you were far from complaining about anything.

་༘࿐˚⋆ your past week had been frantic to say the least. on top of that it felt like it was never coming to a stop. taking extra shifts, having your amount of rude customers tripled, and your meetings seeming endless. there was nothing more you wanted than going home to your boyfriend and waste away the weekend in each other's arms.

you left the sliding doors to your workplace, running to your car to avoid getting too drenched in the hectic weather. you slouched down in the driver's seat, immediately closing the door before unbuttoning your blazer to throw it in the passenger seat beside you.

it took you a second before you turned on the car, checking to see if any mascara had been smudged, using the tiny mirror in the sun visor of your car. the drive home wasn’t too bad. your shift had ended late, so the traffic in boston was bearable, but of course not one hundred percent avoidable due to it being a Friday night.

when you arrived in your driveway you didn’t waste a second to grab your blazer and bag, running inside again to avoid the rain soaking you. the door swung open, closing behind you as you entered the hall.

“matt, I’m home! finally,” you yelled, taking off your heels, steadying yourself by grabbing onto the wall. in a matter of a few seconds, matt entered the hall with a blanket wrapped around him.

for a second you just stared at each other, your tired-looking face instantly lighting up into a toothy grin. matt had never looked this cozy or huggable. “hi. sorry, i feel asleep, i look like a mess.” matt mumbled, his voice a little deeper than normally, probably due to his current state.

you didn’t answer him because deep down you didn’t mind at all. he looked so adorable. taking a few steps forward you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug.

“god, i’ve missed you so much,” you whispered into his neck, not planning to let go of him anytime soon.

“what do you mean, i literally saw you this morning?” matt chuckled, fisting his blanket to wrap it around the both of you.

“yeah, but my week has never been this packed. i feel like i haven’t seen you for weeks,” you smile back, even though he couldn’t see it, closing your eyes as you immediately got comfortable from just his touch and presence.

slowly, matt made his way backwards into the living room, careful not to hit any interior, still having his arms and blanket around you.

“don’t worry one bit about it. at least we have the whole weekend to spend together, and then we’ll pray next week is a little different,” matt laughed at his emphasis on ‘pray’, gently removing his arms from around your shoulders to let you sit on the couch.

you collapsed on the couch, immediately throwing your head back in pure exhaustion.

“plus, it’s raining.” matt smiled excitedly, allowing himself to lay his head into your lap.

you couldn’t hold back your smile, his pure excitement from rain making you blush.

“oh god, i love you so much, matt. but don’t get too comfortable, i need to get out of this skirt.” you giggled, holding onto matt’s jaw as he got up with a fake pout, eliciting a laugh from the both of you.

“and- and then chris said i was pining for you, telling me to stop bitching and whining. so then i went home again and fell asleep. and with god’s grace, you walked into the hall,” matt continued to talk about his day, sitting next to you on the couch.

the rain was still pouring outside. occasionally there would be a thunder or lightning strike, but it only added to the atmosphere. not that weather like this was enjoyable, but both you and matt found it extremely comforting.

“seriously? what the fuck, you went to chris’s place to talk about me?” you laughed, taking another sip of your cup of tea.

you were wearing matt’s pajamas since he refused to let you use your own, a huge, heavy blanket resting around you as you and matt continued on with your conversation.

matt just nodded, taking another sip from his cup to hide his reddening face. there was silence for a bit, but it was comfortable.

it didn’t last too long, because in the matter of a second, matt was sprawled out on top of you, making you laugh loudly, attempting to push him off of you but still being gentle with your pushing and kicking.

the night ended cuddled up in your shared bed, the curtains shut but the moonlight shining palely through it. one of your hands were under the covers, holding matt’s, the other resting on his cheek. the storm outside seemed to be endless since you could still hear the comforting patter on the windows.

“i love the rain,” you randomly whisper, brushing a few strands of hair out of matt’s eyes with a smile. he smiled back, pecking your forehead with adoration.

“me too. it’s definitely my favorite type of weather, no doubt.” matt whispered back, still playing with your hair.

you nod, shuffling a bit around to get comfortable under the thick covers, but luckily you weren’t too hot or too cold. matt made sure to hold tightly onto your hand, holding you as if you were gonna slip out of his grip.

“but, i love my boyfriend even more,” you said in a sing-song voice, giggling at his face, attempting to look very confused.

“ohh. i wonder who that could be. i haven’t seen you around with a lot of guys recently?” he tried to hold back a laugh, tapping his chin as if he was deeply philosophizing.

you let out a laugh, making matt drop his act to join in on your laughter. he pulled you even closer, if possible, letting you rest your head into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head.

safe to say, you fell asleep comfortably. nothing but silence, except matt and your’s silent snoring and of course, the rain. it was days like this that made up to your week if it had been tough. tea, rain, blankets, boyfriend, movies, cuddles and kisses.

a/n: ughh when is it fall again? i need itttttt

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Hello, hope you're doing okay! 😊

About that good omens requests 👀 how about reader finding out Crowley has been living in his car so they offer for him to move in? At first it's all awkward but they quickly fall in a weirdly domestic routine?

Would also love to see Aziraphale's reaction when he finds out the two has been living together. 😀

notes: avo don’t mention bakeoff in a fic challenge level impossible

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: T

Day 1:

“Your car?! Crowley, you can’t be serious.”

He’s certain he’s told you about his living situation. Well. He was certain. You’re looking at him now with such horror it’s like he kicked a puppy in front of you, and he wonders if perhaps he let it slip his mind.

“I don’t have the flat any more, do I? Where else am I meant to go?”

You open your mouth to retort and then realise… where can he go? Aziraphale’s? God, you love the angel, he’s one of the best friends you have — but he is a bit obtuse when it comes to social things. And you’re not sure Crowley actually has any money, so he can’t rent anywhere else to live.

Well, no matter. You shan’t let it stand for a moment more.

“You’re moving in.”

“What?!” he looks appalled. You put your hands on your hips.

“I’ll have no complaining, Crowley. That car is not a home. You’re coming to live with me.”

You’ve been with Crowley for a couple of months now. This is perhaps expediting the process of a relationship - the moving in stage usually takes a bit longer - but you’re pretty sure this constitutes an emergency. He is, for all intents and purposes, homeless.

Besides, having a live-in boyfriend might be nice. He could make you tea.

So that evening finds the two of you unloading his few possessions from the car and finding space for them in the flat. He takes a long while to work out where the best place is for his house plants, but eventually the two of you are left sitting on the couch surrounded by your joint belongings.

“Would you like a room to yourself? The spare is my office at the moment, but I can always move my desk into my bedroom.”

“Do you want me to have a room to myself?” he asks, arching an eyebrow over his sunglasses.

“Well, no, I want you to share the double with me—”

“Then there’s no conflict of interest, is there?”

You smile and he kisses you.

Day 2:

It doesn’t feel strange, waking up with him next to you. He’s slept over a couple of times at this point. What does feel odd is the way he doesn’t head off as you start to make breakfast, instead he asks to borrow a towel and use the shower.

He doesn’t even have any bloody towels, you think, but acquiesce to his request.

He spends a lot of time in the shower. You’re not sure how hot he has it running, but by the end of the affair steam is leaking out from the gap between the bathroom door and your stone tiling. When he emerges with the towel wrapped up on his head, it is with a billow of clouds.

“Have you turned the extractor fan on?”

“Hmm?” he asks, looking up from drying his hair. He hasn’t manifested anything on his body, so he’s smooth as a Barbie doll - it’s a bit disconcerting just having him stand there like that. You try not to look at the featureless mound.

“Extractor fan!”

He sighs and moseys back into the bathroom, walking into the wall a little where his glasses have fogged up.

As you watch your flat fall foul to condensation, you consider that this might take some adjustment.

Day 3:

“Bake-off tonight.”

“Must we?”

“We must.”

Crowley groans and flops onto the sofa. It occurs to you that you’ve never actually seen him sit. He’s always flopping, like everything is constantly far too much effort for him.

“Please, it’s a show made with the sole purpose of torturing me. It’s so… twee.”

“Well buckle in, matey. We have ten weeks of it.”

“Ugh.”

“You can go and read in the bedroom if you prefer.”

“Fine. I will.”

But he doesn’t move an inch and complains throughout the whole program. However he does swing his legs up onto yours for comfort.

Day 7:

You’re falling into a routine.

You wake up, perform your ablutions in the bathroom, then start on breakfast. The sound of the kettle lures him out of bed and into the shower. He spends so long in there you don’t bother making him a drink, instead you wait until he deems it fit to emerge and he reboils the leftover water. He takes his coffee black and the two of you chat about your plans for the day.

Unfortunately you have to work. You have a pretty well-paying job so the slightly increased energy bill and thoroughly increased water bill aren’t too much of an issue, but it does mean you can’t spend as much time with him as you’d like.

At least the flat is always spotless, though. To be fair to him he is an efficient housekeeper. There’s always a new configuration for the plants, too, as if botanical feng shui is all he does while you’re away.

It’s nice. It’s… domestic. And it’s utterly Crowley.

Day 30:

His belongings are mingling with yours now. Combined bookshelves with his new purchases. His record player set up on your side table with a mix of records. He has a special blend of tea which sits right next to your earl grey, and a single black mug which stands out against the rainbow of your collection.

At night he wraps around you and tangles his legs with yours. His hand slides onto the plain of your stomach and you thread your fingers through his while he feels you breathe.

He no longer wears his sunglasses around the flat.

It is wonderful.

He still claims not to like Bake-off.

Day 45:

“Crowley? Why can I smell burning?”

You know he’s opening his mouth to lie, deciding against it, and instead making the choice not to say anything at all. Bracing yourself, you walk into the kitchen.

“Oh! Crowley…”

“Not a word,” he says, trying to finish the decoration on the chocolate cake. It stands three tiers tall and, though the kitchen is a mess and he is somehow covered with buttercream, you can tell he’s actually pretty proud of himself. One last squeeze of the icing bag and he’s done, triumphant and grinning at his creation.

“Why all this?” you ask. He shrugs.

“You said the cakes looked good on Bake-off last night. Figured they couldn’t be that hard to do.”

“And do you still stand by that assessment?” you wipe some icing off of the tip of his nose.

“Just eat the bloody cake.”

You laugh, and you do. It’s delicious. But not as delicious as the kiss he gives you.

Day 64:

“You’re living together?!”

You peer up at Aziraphale from over the top of your novel, then exchange a glance with Crowley.

“Well, yes.”

“For a couple of months now actually, angel.”

“You never told me!”

You’re certain you did, but don’t object. He’ll get all persnickety if you do.

“Did you not think it was strange we always took the Bentley ‘home’ together?” is what you say instead. “And that we always arrive at the same time, too?”

Aziraphale fumbles for words and comes up empty. He settles on:

“Hmm. Well, I expect to be invited over for dinner.”

“Of course. Crowley will make dessert.”

The angel’s eyes light up, and Crowley looks at you as if you’ve cursed him.

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tmntheadcanons · 1 year

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tmnt 2003 Michelangelo headcanons

Mikey talks to himself when he's alone. He'll either have a full on conversation with himself or he'll narrate what he's doing like he's being interviewed for a tv show. Like when he's cooking he'll be like "So folks you're gonna wanna fold not stir your batter." or like "Now for this part you're gonna need to use some hand mixers, these are a great set my brother Don found them in the garbage."

There's like a sweet old lady who has her own cooking show and Mikey worships her like he has all her cook books and if he's in a cooking bind he'll be like "What would betty do?". He just talks about her like they're old friends he'll be like "Yeah this is a new recipe. Betty told me to use cream instead of milk"

Or he'll be like "What are we making tonight? Let's ask Betty" and open up his cookbook

For tv shows Mikey will watch just about anything he has no standards. I like to think that when they first got the tv set up, they only had like free-to-air channels and Mikey just likes having something on the tv. Like he'll be watching the shopping channel and just be like "omg that's so tacky"

Like he'll be yelling at the tv and everyone will be like wow what's mikey watching? and it's the shopping channel

One day he was left unsupervised and actually called cause he didn't know you needed a credit card and he'll be mad about that for the rest of his life cause he was gonna buy like a fancy toaster or something (and then he complained to donnie about it so donnie modified the toaster for him)

Also he's memorized most of the commercials jingles and he sings them constantly and everyone hates him for it.

Mikey writes and draws his own super hero comics in a big notebook and it's an ongoing story he's had for years. He's got like a self insert turtle-titan main character and he's created cameos for all his brothers too. Splinter is the mentor, Leo is the leader of like the superhero force, Donnie is his sidekick and he made Raph the damsel in distress out of spite.

But he's a pretty good artist. And I feel like he would be good at music too. Like he has an old keyboard in his room he likes to just mess around with. Nothing too fancy but sometimes he'll just play little jingles on it. Or 90% of the time it's him mashing the sound effects.

But april also plays piano and when she's there she'll show him a few little songs like she taught him heart and soul and they'll play that together.

Mikey is a couch hog if you sit beside him he is gonna put his feet on you. Like he'll be laying on the couch and he'll move his feet so someone can sit and then he'll put them right back down on top of them. And you can shove him off but he'll just stick them right back. Him and Raph go through this cycle every time they sit together.

Mikey collects human accessories like he's got a bunch of hats and sunglasses and necklaces. I feel like he would like to accessorize.

Mikey has a highlighter orange beach shirt with flamingos and palm trees and he's obsessed.

Also he has one of those tacky ab aprons he refuses to get rid of.

#tmnt #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt michelangelo #I'm gonna do one of these for each I have a lot of thoughts #I love Mikey he's so fun #I want to watch reality tv shows with him #I want his opinion on the new love is blind season #I feel like it would be weirdly insightful #tmnt 2003 headcanons

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ajaxsprettyboy · 10 months

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Baseball Boy

himbo professional athlete x loser streamer/ YouTuber idia (has smut who knew)

This is also compensation for Lilia fic taking so long LMAOOO I promise it’s coming </3 but in the meantime enjoy idia being autistic and gay !

Image coming home from practice or a game and he’s jus like “oh!! Hi!! Do you wanna say hi to the chat? We were watching your game!!” Or “oh hey!! how was practice?” (Both texted cause he’s like on the other side of the house in a noise canceling room) Let’s go with baseball for this cause I know the most abt it

He’d know only what you tell him about the sport but by god is he your biggest fan. Not a clue in the fuckin world while people watch the game with him, he doesn’t care unless you’re on screen.

“THATS MY HUSBAND!!!” Tweeted 90809090909962726393639473297011827376101 times with each thing you do to help your team. If you catch a fly ball or an absolute rocket of a line drive he’s so proud of you, hell even if you sucked ass he’d still be proud of you.

He likes your uniform and how muscular you are, even if you’re shorter than him you make him feel so small and cute.

So very insanely proud of you. You hit a dinger? Proud husband. You strike out? Proud husband. You walk? Proud husband. You hit a little piddler? Proud husband. Anything you do when you’re on the field or batting makes him so proud.

If you lose? In his eyes you still did amazing. If you win? Oh he’s so fucking happy for you he might pee a little. He’s almost as happy for you as he was when he found out you made the team, to put it in perspective. His favorite memories with you are your first day being a couple, your first Valentine’s together, your proposal and most importantly your wedding day.

Oh but if he’s not streaming when you come home and you’re looking for a little relief oh by god is he excited. He’s not excited because you’re stressed but he’s excited because he loves the feeling of you engulfing him in your muscles (absolutely ADORES your strong thighs, would fuck them for hours if you let him). When he hears the door slam shut he can’t help but get a little hard.

When he hears you grumble and complain he goes downstairs and comes over to awkwardly comfort you. It’s not like he’s not used to your presence or anything but he’s absolutely not used to getting so riled up and trying to be a good, caring, comforting husband. He just can’t help it.

The annoyed, frustrated look on your face as you exasperatedly throw yourself down on the couch. He sits beside you, stumbling over his words as he tries to get you calmed down, usually it works. Not because he’s incredibly good at comforting but instead because his cute expression makes you feel better. He always has the pink flushed tips when you reach over and kiss him, he loves the kisses, yes, but they still take him by surprise.

If you signal to him you want to go up to your shared bedroom and have some fun, he’s more than willing but oh so embarrassed. If you tell him to go upstairs, strip, and lay down he’s following your orders like an obedient puppy. Although he just kinda lays there naked and hard without any like… pose or anything, he lays like he’s a flat board. It is cute though, the blush on his face, the pink tips of his hair and the twitch of his cock make up for it.

If you top hes so good for you, he adores the praise. If you want him to top, however, he’s still- after all these years going to treat you like you’re made of glass. Even if you regularly bottom, until you tell him to manhandle you while he tops he’s going to be incredibly gentle.

Idia is a switch leaning sub and a verse leaning bottom, so don’t expect to constantly be on top and dominant. He also has a pretty high sex drive but he’s never going to tell you that. I personally hc him as autistic so I think he wouldn’t really know he’s horny until he’s painfully hard and desperate for you (I know because I do this). Please help him out, he was watching your game and you just looked so good on the feild and he’s sorry he doesn’t mean to be a creep but he just couldn’t stop looking :(

If you reassure him whenever this happens he’ll try to initiate sex but he gets nervous and chickens out. If you tell him it’s okay and it’s hot and endearing that he’s so in love with you he’s going to blush and shy away (into your chest). If you don’t say anything and just immediately start giving him signs you want to fuck he’s going to over think it, despite the many times he’s been caught rewatching highlights of you in your games. If you tell him before hand that it’s okay and there’s no need to worry before you give him the fuck me eyes he’s gonna be much much calmer in the beginning.

He’s so egar to please you it’s so cute, lay him down and have your way with him please that’s all he wants. Well unless he wants to dom and top, it’s rare but it happens. If that happens he’s usually a soft dom, keyword usually. If he’s a hard dom be prepared to have to take at least an hour of aftercare. It’s not often that he gets the confidence to do something like that but when he does oh it’s amazing. It’s amazing but god you’re sore after. He feels bad after but with your reassurance he feels better about it. It happens so rarely it’s like a fever dream.

If he’s submissive, oh he’s just going to lay back and let you do all the work. And you’d best savor those sweet sounds he makes because he swears he’ll never make them again (he will. Just pound his ass he’ll be a mess).

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headkiss · 2 years

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eddie request idea: besties secretly in love with eachother and sharing a bed? maybe reader stays over eddies trailer bc things aren’t too good at home, and he goes to sleep on the couch but she asks him to stay and hold her. basically hurt and comfort? feel free to change anything :)

hiiii thank you so much for requesting! it ended up kind of angsty but i hope u like it anyways :D | 1k of hurt comfort softies

Eddie hears knocks on the door and he knows it’s you. There’s only one person who comes to see him unannounced and this late in the day.

He leaves his room to get the door, walking through the trailer quickly because he hates making you wait.

You stand in front of him with puffy eyes and streaked cheeks. You’ve been crying, and it hurts him to see you this way. He wants to kiss away every tear, every bit of pain. But he can’t, because you’re just friends. Best friends.

There’s a bag slung over your shoulder, and you shift its weight before gathering yourself and breathing deep.

“Can I stay over?”

“‘Course you can. Anytime,” he doesn’t even have to think about it.

He takes your bag off your hands, ushering you inside and shutting the door behind you. He knows that you’ll need some time before talking to him, so he lets you have it. Your bag is deposited in his room, and the kettle is on the stove. Eddie keeps your favorite tea at all times, even though he only ever drinks it if you’re around.

You’re on the couch, hands still slightly shaky and sniffling to hold back from crying anymore. You feel awful for asking Eddie to stay, for making him take care of you yet again, but he’s the best thing you’ve got and you can’t let that go. He’s your best friend, your person.

You’re the type to believe in soulmates and you’re almost certain that he is yours. You hope it’s romantically, but you’d take him in your life in any way.

He comes in with two steaming mugs, and sets them both down on the coffee table in front of you before sitting down. He’s close enough that your thighs touch, that you can feel the heat coming off of him and all you want to do is curl into it and never leave.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just my parents. It’s fine.”

Your head is bent, staring at your hands in your lap where they now hold the mug to keep them warm. You can't bring yourself to look at him because you know what you’ll see, the softness and worry all over him. He reaches out and grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head gently so that you see him, and he sees you.

It’s devastating.

“It’s not fine if it’s making you cry, honey,” his eyes are shining the way they always are, like pools of chocolate that melt constantly. He’s so pretty.

Your eyes are already welling up again at his tone, at how much he cares.

“‘S the same as always, Eds. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Hey. This is not your fault, it’s theirs. You can stay with me as long as you want, you know that,” he means it.

“I know but I feel so bad. And Wayne-”

“Likes you more than he likes me, if he was here he’d tell you himself. Seriously, it’s okay.”

He has a way of reassuring you that works, that makes you want to be able to make him feel safe, too. He’s so good to you even when you’re convinced it’s not what you deserve, and you know that he isn’t this way with anyone else.

You aren’t, either. Only him.

He’s the only one you trust enough to be vulnerable, to lay out all of the ugliness in your life and let him stare. It’s because you know he’ll never turn his back on you.

“Can we just watch a movie? I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

“Take your pick.”

You do, and it’s one you’ve made him watch with you at least ten times but he never complains because he knows it’s your favorite and if it helped you feel better he’d watch it a hundred times in a row.

The two of you drink your tea, make comments about the movie like you always do. You can imagine this being your life forever. Eddie and the hum of the TV and the comfort it all provides.

What you don’t know is that he’s thinking the exact same thing. He’d be happy to sit on the couch with you by his side for eternity.

Eventually, mugs are empty and the movie ends. You’ve shifted, your head is leant on Eddie’s shoulder and your legs curled up under a blanket. You fell asleep on him and he really doesn’t want to wake you, but he knows you’ll get a kink in your neck and not enough rest if you stay this way.

He brushes the baby hairs from your forehead, plants a kiss on your head, “hey, wake up.”

You mumble something incoherent before peeking your eyes open and trying again.

“Hi.”

“Hi, honey. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

He helps you up, and cleans up the living room while you get ready for bed. As you settle beneath his covers, he comes in, now clad in boxers and a band tee, and grabs an extra pillow from his bed. He’s about to walk out the door when you speak up.

“Where are you going?”

“Um. The couch?” He’s confused because this is the routine that always happens when you stay over. Never once have you questioned him until now. “Like usual.”

“Will you stay? With me?”

“You sure?”

When you nod, almost shy, he walks back to the bed and places his pillow next to the one you lay on. He doesn’t know what’s different about this time, if maybe things were worse for you or maybe you just wanted him there, but he’s happy to lay next to you.

When you’re both settled under the blankets, turned towards each other and noses almost touching, you surprise him again.

“Would you… hold me?”

His arms are open for you, inviting you to move in close, “c’mere.”

Your head finds a spot on his chest, an arm around his stomach, and your legs tangled with his. He’s holding you close to him, running a hand up and down your back to soothe you. It’s really nice.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“I’m always gonna be here, honey.”

I love you, he wants to add.

“I know.”

I love you, is on the tip of your tongue.

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years

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"M' Scared You're Gonna Leave Me" /blurb/

AN: this is sorta based on part of the Rolling Stone interview Harry did a few days ago. where he talks about how hard it is for him to be in relationships. hope you enjoy and feedback is welcome.

This story contains: mentions of sex, sorta sad harry, mild angst ?, comfort, bit of crying, happy ending

{ fiance!harry - softrry - current harry era }

word count: 1,142

Harry has been acting more clingy towards you as well as his sudden boost in sex drive and when you finally ask him why the sudden behavior, he admits the heartbreaking truth.

Harry's been acting different these past few weeks. You can't exactly understand what may have triggered this but you do know Harry has been so much more clingier with you. As well as the change in your sex life.

Before your fiances' strange behavior, you and him had sex a normal amount. Usually at least every other day, sometimes everyday if you were feeling up for it. And on the week of your period, you'd skip five to seven days. But now it's like Harry wants sex all the time. You're not complaining but you do find his sudden sex drive increase strange.

And it's not just the frequent sex, it's the type of sex. You've never been too kinky during sex but by no means did you make love every time. Now it's like every time you have sex with Harry it's super vulnerable and emotions are running high. As if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye.

Harry gives extra love to every inch of your body, taking his time to cherish you properly. He'll sticks to missionary due to the fact he feels more close to you in that position. He's constantly telling you he loves you during sex, as if he thinks you'll forget one day.

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Harry hasn't told you yet but the reason he's been acting so different lately is because your relationship together is getting longer then any of his previous relationships and it scares him. Not that he fears he'll fall out of love with you but he's scared you'll leave him. They always leave.

The paparazzi constantly tracking his and whoever he's withs every move, the rumors of cheating and speculations of his sexuality, the criticism of just about anything he or anyone close to him does. It's just too much for most to handle and Harry knows that. His past partners have made that clear after each one broke his heart. But if he loses you, his fiancee that he proposed to three months ago, he doesn't think he'd survive.

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Currently, Harry is in one of his clingy moods. You're sat on the couch, leaning against the arm, watching a film, and he's practically in your lap. Though you don't mind, you know something in his behavior has changed and you know you must ask him what the cause is. Just for some clarification to calm your mind a bit.

"Harry babe," you mutter in the ear that's not currently pressed into your shoulder, "can I ask you something?"

He shifts a bit in your lap and replies cluelessly to what you're about to ask, "Course, love. Anythin'."

Rubbing your hand gently down Harry's back, you calmly question, "Is everything alright? You've been acting a bit different lately. Always wanting me to hold you or how our sex is only what I'd considered traditional 'love making'. I'm not complaining because..... well I love our intimacy, during sex or how we are now, on the couch watching a movie, cuddling. Just want to know if there are any reasons that may be causing these things."

Harry hearing you ask this was something he thought may come up eventually, but he wasn't sure when. He tried to be subtle about his clinginess or the want to be as physically close to you at all times as possible, but he must have failed in doing so.

Sitting up off your chest, Harry heaves a nervous breath before admitting, "M' scared you're gonna leave me. They always do. I know we're engaged and I've never been engaged to anyone before but still...... you could always back out. I know some of my fans can be a bit rude to my partners and...... and the fame status I hold can be alot for some people. It's not my fault. I wanted to be a singer. Not someone who is constantly in the media, good or bad, and gets shit on and their partners gets shit on all the time. I love you so much. Can't lose you."

In the last sentence Harry spoke, you could hear his voice crack as he tried to hold in his emotions. His confession is heartbreaking. You've had many chances to run away from this chaotic life you have that comes along with being with Harry. But the love you feel for this man in your lap right now outweighs all the negatives. There will never be anything that triggers you to the point you feel you must leave him. Never, ever, ever.

"Babe, look at me," you instruct Harry in a voice just shy of a whisper, "I will never leave you. I love you so much. I said yes when you proposed when I could have said no. I said yes because I truly want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't give two shits what the media says about our relationship. Our relationship isn't for them. It's for us, me and you. You don't need to worry that I'm gonna leave because it's not happening."

The intense eye contact mixed with your sincere words makes Harry finally let silent tears roll down his soft cheeks. You lean forward and give him a gentle kiss on his lips and Harry is imidiantly leaning into your touch. This kiss stays simple and only lasts a few seconds before Harry is wrapping his arms around your shoulders and buries his wet face in your warm neck.

He clings to you tightly but not out of fear you'll leave this time, just out of his love for you. The comfort you bring to him is something he'll never be able to express enough. His life is chaotic for not only those around him but for he himself and he's the one living it. So it's even harder on him and he's thankful you understand that.

After a few minutes of holding Harry to your chest, the movie long forgotten about, you whisper, "Just because you know I won't leave you now doesn't mean you have to stop being clingy towards me or stop our frequent love making. I still love all that you know."

Without moving from his position, Harry replies back with a small smile on is face, "Don't worry, love. I'll always be clingy towards you. As long as you're okay with it of course. You make me feel safe. And there is nothing more I'd rather do then make love to you any chance I get. Love you lots."

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After a while of holding Harry on the couch, you both migrate to your shared bedroom where you do your nightly routines together and get in bed. You decide on spooning Harry because you feel he needs it tonight. Then with Harry in your arms, the two of you fall soundly asleep.

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You Finished The Book Didn’t You? Eddie Munson x Reader

You Finished The Book Didn’t You?

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Being emotional over the ending of a book Eddie recommended, and coming into his room for support. lots of fluff, Eddie is a little shit. Just a short and sweet little blurb

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: Fluff honestly, Reader is slightly suggestive at the end, technically mechanic! Eddie? fem! reader, reader is emotional over a book. (Book isn’t named because it’s not real, and I made up the place for wherever the story of it is located)

Wordcount: 1271

I was tucked up on the sofa with a book in Eddies living room when he got home from work. Startled slightly at another humans presence, but not at all surprised. "Hi baby" He said kicking off his boots by the door. Putting my index finger between the pages as a temporary bookmark. Lolling my head to the side to smile at him. Hair slightly messy, grease smudges everywhere, decorating his skin and clothes with Dalmatian like spots.

"Hi Eds" I said lazily, my eyes slightly hooded with adoration. He came over to me, holding my chin between two fingers, tilting my head slightly while he leaned down to kiss me on the lips, once, twice, and then one on the nose for good measure. "How was work?"

He groaned. "Longer than usual, felt like the day wouldn't end" Standing at the kitchen sink, his hands soapy as he scrubbed his work day off of them. "Mark was being a real jackass today"

I rolled my eyes; this wasn't the first time I've heard Eddie complain about Mark- he was a sleezebag who was constantly trying to cheat on his very pregnant wife, and Eddie wouldn't allow it- not that Mark had much game to begin with but because Eddie stopped him so often Mark decided to just be a dick to Eddie now. "What did he do this time?" I asked.

"Just kept touching my shit- Like we have all our own shit for a reason, but that doesn't fucking stop him" Eddie laughed, but it was humourless, shaking his head and sighing. "Whatever, it's Friday, which means I get to spend the whole weekend with my baby" He said coming back over to me. "What do you want for dinner?" He asked standing in front of me, one of his hands reaching for one of mine, playing with my fingers while he spoke.

"Mmm I don't know" I said with a pout. "What do you feel like?" Sticking out my legs, I wrapped them around one of his legs, pulling him closer to me with a giggle. Almost falling completely on top of me, his one hand thumping on the back of the couch, supporting his weight from me, his guitar pick necklace dangling in front of me. Tipping my head back I tried to capture it in my mouth but it swung back and forth too quickly. Eddie laughed through his nose, readjusting himself so he was sitting next to me, warm hand on my bare thigh.

"I don't care as long as I don't have to cook anything" He said leaning his head back onto the couch.

"We could do Pizza?" I said with a raised brow. "It's the easiest one, don't even need plates for it we can just eat it straight out of the box like the gremlins we are"

"God I love you" He said quickly, leaning forward to give me a quick kiss. "I'll make the call, you keep reading" He patted my thigh "I'm gunna shower real quick, but I'll leave my wallet out here just in case okay?"

"Okay baby" I said with a smile. With a final kiss he sauntered his way into the bathroom.

The pizza arrived just as Eddie had stepped out of the shower. Paying the delivery boy I grabbed the hot box and slapped it onto the counter, returning to my spot on the couch, opening my book back to the page I was on and diving back in.

"You not gunna eat babe?" Eddie asked from the kitchen.

"Wanna finish this first" I said quickly. "M'almost done"

Eddie laughed through a mouthful of pizza. "Alright, I gotta finish up going over Dustins campaign, but come see me when you're done"

"Mmkay" I said barely listening, fully engrossed in the words splayed across the old yellow paperback in my hands.

twenty five minutes later I turned the last page and finished the book. How could it have ended like that? Stomping my way over to eddies room, standing in the door way, book held loosely in my hand as I looked at him with furrowed brows.

Hearing me approach he looked up from the notebook that rested on his bent knees, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You finished the book didn't you"

I choked out a sob before attempting to chuck the book at him, missing completely and hitting the wall next to him, the book sliding down the small space between the wall and the mattress. "Why would you do that to me!" I yelled at him.

He laughed, setting down his notebook on the floor next to him, he opened his arms for me, gesturing for me to come to him with one hand. Shuffling over to him I crawled over his stretched out legs, settling myself on his lap and burying my face into his chest. His hands coming to wrap themselves tightly around my back. "Wasn't it so good though?"

I whined. "Yeah but why did they have to end it like that, they were so in love" Sitting back up to look at him, my palms flat on his chest, while his hands came up to cup my face, wiping away the tears as they fell. "I knew it couldn't work out but, I wanted to hold onto that hope so bad"

"I know I did too, but they knew what they had to do, nothing was ever going to change, they couldn't stop that" He said reassuringly, comforting me over the few fictional characters I had grown to love so much.

"God" I said with a huff. "You suck" I said with a light slap to his bare chest.

He flinched, mouth open in shock, grabbing my wrist with one hand. "What did I do!"

"You told me to read the stupid thing!" I said forcing a fake frown.

"I didn't think you were gunna cry about it!" He said with a laugh. "It was beautiful though wasn't it?"

"Yeah it was" I said unable to keep the smile off my face. "You think places like Alora really exist?" Shifting off of his lap and next to him, I laid my head down on one of his pillows, bringing my leg up so my thigh was resting on his waist. He turned slightly, his hand coming to intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Absolutely, places in the hobbit are real, so there's gotta be a place like Alora somewhere"

"Can we go there? Live there forever"

"Like little gremlins?" he said teasingly, repeating me from earlier.

"Yeah, exactly like that" I said with a smile.

"You're pretty" he said.

"So are you" I said with a dreamy sigh.

Our sweet moment ruined by how loud my stomach growled, in the quietness of Eddies home. "You haven't eaten yet have you"

"I had to finish the book!" I said laughing, wiping my face with the back of my hand, getting rid of any excess wetness from my tears.

"Go, get up and get the pizza, and then bring that cute butt back in here" he said pulling me over his body and off of his bed, making me stand up wobbly on my feet.

"Cute butt?" I asked standing in his doorway.

"Yeah, the cutest" he said with an obvious tone.

"You mean this cute butt?" I said lifting up the oversized band shirt of his I wore, exposing my butt and the black panties I wore underneath, before skipping away into the kitchen to get the box of pizza.

"You're a menace!" Eddie yelled from his room.

I giggled and made my way back to him, knowing I wasn't only going to be full of pizza tonight.

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writing-forever · 1 year

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Chapter 5 Upgrades, Movies, and Existential Questions

Aka the one where everyone pretends nothing happened and there are no problems.

First, previous, next

@miss-night

Tw: I don’t think there’s anything

You set the dishes in the sink and herded the boys into the living room. “Here, sit on the couch for a second while I get my list.”

Sun climbed onto the couch and pulled moon up after him as you searched through your notes app for your list of Sun and Moon’s upgrades.

You found it eventually and turned to the boys. “Ok so, you guys got like, a lot of upgrades and minor fixes. So I’m just gonna tell you the most important ones.”

Sun and Moon both nodded, listening intently.

“The biggest thing that changed was the security protocol. We uh, had to remove it due to the glitch. But the higher-ups didn't want to lose an entire security animatronic so we installed it in Sun instead.” You paused, giving them time to let that sink in.

Sun and a moon both stared into the middle distance for a second, probably checking their systems.

Moon looked up in surprise. “It's not there…” He breathed. He looked like he couldn't decide whether he was happy about that or not.

Sun looked at you hesitantly. “This feels wrong. This program was made for Moon, not me.” He fidgeted.

You reached out and took one of Sun’s hands. “I’m sorry Sunbun, but it wasn’t my choice.”

“I know.” Sun kicked his feet idly. “It’ll be fine, I’ll get used to it.”

You smiled. “Thanks for having a good attitude about it at least.”

Sun grinned back. “Of course, wouldn’t want to go making mountains out of molehills.”

Moon cleared his throat reminding you that there were still a lot of things to cover.

You let go of Sun’s hand to see what the next important upgrade was. “Along with that, the higher ups also made us take away Moons claws. Said that if he’s only the nap time attendant he wouldn’t need them.”

Moon spluttered. “Nooo!” He leaned back dramatically. “Did Sunny take those too?”

You shook your head, not playing into Moon’s antics. “No, I chose not to, I knew Sun wouldn’t like them.”

Sun, who had been inspecting his fingertips for any signs of claws, nodded gratefully at you.

You hummed in response and looked back at your list.

“Ok, you guys already know about the emote eyes, charging port, and new faceplate.” you looked up at them. “That was really hard to figure out by the way.”

Moon huffed. “Yeah, it was the only thing you told us about beforehand, you complained about it constantly.”

“I didn’t complain that much.” You retorted.

Moon shrugged.

“Anyway,” you said pointedly, wanting to get back to the original conversation. And still not completely over the fact that Moon went into your room without permission. You didn't want to deal with his teasing today.

“Most of your upgrades were hardware, newer stuff that works better. Your voice boxes got replaced, you can do a bunch of different voices now. They wanted to get rid of Moon’s deep gravely voice but I made ‘em keep it. It kind of grew on me.”

Moon’s eyes widened. “They were gonna get rid of it?” He said. He looked down. ”Thanks. For keeping it.”

You smiled “I figured you’d like that. I also added something Sun would like.”

Sun looked up at you with wide eyes. “What is it?!”

You got up and closed the curtains before flicking off the lights. Nothing happened for a second, but then Sun’s hands began to glow. He held them up in front of his face in wonder.

Moon, who was busy watching Sun, didn’t notice his own hands until Sun pointed them out. He turned them over curiously and mumbled to himself. Something about helping nightmares.

“It’s not only your hands that glow.” You said.

Sun’s head snapped up.“It’s not?”

You nodded. “Your faces glow, your shoes, your rays, the stars on Moon’s hat, and you can turn it on and off at will.”

Sun’s eyes became stars again and he got up off the couch to hug your legs. “Thank you Star!”

You rested your hand on Sun’s head. “You’re welcome Sunbun. You’ve always said you wanted to glow so I pulled some strings and made it happen.”

Sun hugged you tighter. “Thank you!” he said again, his rays spinning and lighting up in excitement.

You laughed and picked sun up to hug him better. After a moment you adjusted to hold him on your hip. “Now weren't we gonna watch a movie?”

Sun smiled. “Oh yeah! Can we?” he said. He turned off his glow and Moon followed suit.

You nodded and grabbed the remote before sitting on the couch with Sun in your lap. Moon looked like he wanted to scoot closer but restrained himself. You silently thanked him. You'd rather not sit next to him right now. You were trying not to think about the earlier conversation and it was easier to ignore Moon if he wasn't touching you.

You settled in as the movie started and wrapped your arms around Sun. Both boys had their eyes trained on the screen watching the opening logos with rapt attention.

They gasped when they saw the stars, and grimaced when they saw earth. Sun spoke up. “Is that real?” he asked. “It's so messy.”

You smiled. “No it's not real. Some people think it could happen, but I'm not really worried about it.”

Sun nodded and looked back to the screen.

Both the bots cooed when Wall-e appeared. Sun kept on saying he wanted to adopt him, Moon didn’t say anything but you could tell he was just as enamored.

Sun gasped again when eve came out of her pod. “She’s so pretty!” He exclaimed.

You laughed. “Sorry she’s taken.” You informed him. Well technically she wasn't taken yet but she would be by the end of the movie.

Sun’s cheeks glowed red. They were extremely noticeable with the light turned out. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He grumbled.

“Oh look he’s blushing.” You teased.

Sun’s eyes widened and he put his hands over his cheeks. His eyes glazed over for a second as he manually searched for the file to turn that feature off.

You giggled and turned back to the screen.

The rest of the movie passed in mostly silence, other than Sun making comments at random intervals.

Moon cheered when the movie ended, he hadn't said anything the whole time but you took that as meaning he liked it. He had been smiling most of the time.

Sun however had a thoughtful look on his face. You nudged him. “Did you like the movie?”

Sun looked up. “Huh? Yeah. It was good.” He smiled, but then his expression drifted into thoughtfulness again.

“What's up?” you asked. You weren't too worried about him, but Sun got into these moods sometimes, and it usually helped him to say what he was thinking out loud.

Sun sighed. “I was just thinking. Why does everyone care about the fictional animatronic so much? I'm sure everyone agrees that Wall-e, in his universe, is sentient. But when they see a real animatronic they... Overlook us? Or they're mean to us, thinking that we don't feel. Even though we have way more personality than Wall-e does.”

You blinked. You weren't really expecting to answer existential questions today but you guessed you'd try your best.

You pursed your lips thinking over your response. “Well, I think part of it is the fact that a lot of people know that movies aren't real. It's easier to make a connection with a fictional character because there aren't any consequences.

When people see a real animatronic they default to thinking they have no autonomy. They don’t want to deal with the consequences of being rude to a real person. It… makes it easier for them.”

Sun thought about that. “So people are just protecting themselves. Even if the thing they’re scared of isn’t really dangerous at all.”

You nodded. “And besides,for every person that thinks you guys are just robots, I’m sure there are plenty who appreciate you. You guys have a whole fandom for goodness sake. Not to mention the daycare kids. You have lots of people who love you. Don’t let the rude ones drown out the good ones just because they’re louder.”

Sun smiled. “Yeah.” He paused. “You know who else we have?”

You raised your brows. “Who?”

“You!” Sun beamed. “You care about us.” his smile faltered and he wrung his hands. “I know you only lied to protect us-”

You held a finger to his lips. “Let's not talk about that today. I want tonight to be calm. I don't want to fight, ok?”

Sun nodded. “Ok, but we have to talk about it eventually.”

You frowned. “I know, but not today. Let's just go to sleep today.”

Sun nodded and you got up, holding him on your hip before gesturing for Moon to follow you to their room. You set Sun on the bed and Moon climbed in next to him. “Goodnight,” he said. The first word he had said in a while.

You echoed him, walking to the door. “If you guys need anything. I'm here. Ok?” you paused. “ And Moon, just because we're not on the best terms right now doesn't mean I won't help.”

Moon nodded. “Go to sleep.”

You closed the door and went to your room. You noticed the hospital letter on the floor and the first thing you did was shove it back into the drawer. You took your meds dry, settled into bed, and fell asleep dreading tomorrow's conversation.

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bright-haired-teacher · 8 months

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going to vent this here, it's long and it's personal and it has nothing to do with teaching so don't even click it if you're not interested in me ranting about my partner

i can't fucking stand him anymore. we've lived together 5 years and i feel nothing but anger and frustration when i think about him. and he's completely fucking oblivious to how unhappy i am, just sits there and tells me "i love you" and i never say it back and this is Fine, to him i guess???

i'm so fucking miserable. like now that my work situation is sorted, i can acknowledge that my home life is a piece of shit. i'm happier when he's at work (he works 24hr shifts, sometimes even 48 which are AMAZING). i'm happier when he's not home. i sit there with the dog and i breathe a sigh of relief because i don't have to be on edge all the goddamn time.

he is not abusive. i can't stand him, but he's not an abuser. he's just. annoying. we are not compatible.

and of course i'm fucking poor as shit! i'm a teacher! and rents around here have fucking skyrocketed just like everywhere else. so i feel stuck! though i did spend a significant portion of my planning this morning doing math and making calculations to see if i can make it work and i can - barely - if i can find a rent payment under 1k (which do exist, tho they're rare) and if i don't consider things like security deposits, but i know i have friends who would spot me.

nowadays when i'm home i'm just so angry at him all the time. and i can't bring anything up to him because he gets so bitchass butthurt about it. like idk maybe it would be easier for you to clean your table if you would put stuff away as you use it instead of waiting until it's fucking disgusting!!!! and no i am not going to clean up behind you, i am not your fucking mother!

and like holy shit i cannot sleep when he's home, i'm just on edge. he makes so much noise. if i go to bed first or a take a nap, he is out there with the TV on fucking blast and using the ice maker and slamming the fucking door and like. HEY ASSHOLE. I AM TRYING TO FUCKIGN SLEEP. but again, let me bring it up, and he'll bring up the one time i woke him up like 2 years ago when i found judy on a nook island after like 600 tickets and i was freaking the fuck out!

he doesn't manage his health, he has diabetes and he shits. all. the. time. and it's fucking disgusting and the bathroom is right by my computer room so i get to listen to and smell his rancid ass constantly and sorry not sorry but if you're shitting that much there is SOMETHING WRONG, go see your doctor and/or fix your fucking diet. and he got mad at me last night for opening the bedroom door when HE FARTED AND IT SMELLED SO BAD I HAD TO HIDE UNDER MY BLANKET and he gets all sobby sobby "i can't help it" okay but we don't have to fucking soak in it, you could open the fucking door or something or spray the room or literally do anything to make it so i don't have to breathe your disgusting ass toxic fumes.

like goddamn i'm so fucking sick of him. i'm sick of the mess he makes and then he complains to me about it like it's my fault he made a mess???? fuck you. "if we buy a house together i need to know you can keep it clean" UH EXCUSE ME THOUGH WHOSE MESS IS IN THE KITCHEN. WHOSE MESS IS IN THE LIVING ROOM. HOW MANY CLOTHES ARE ON THE FLOOR ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED. i was stressed tf when my part of the house was messy because of transferring schools and all the shit i had to bring home, and when i moved into my new school almost all of that was handled so we are not the fucking same.

can't even use the goddamn couch because he comes in the door and just dumps all his shit there after work like omfg seriously just put. it. away. it just piles up and makes it worse and you want to be all pissy about the mess that YOU. MADE.

and he's over there telling me how much he loves me and calling me "love of my life" and i'm like shut the fuck up i actually hate your fucking guts so bad and i can't believe you don't notice how i stiffen up when you wanna touch me and how much i get aggravated when you interrupt me when i'm doing something (like who THE FUCK interrupts someone who is sitting with a book in their hands? I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT INANE TIKTOKS I AM READING) then you're all oblivious like "are you mad at me?" YES! idiot! yes i am fucking mad when i'm doing something and you're making a fuckton of noise with your obnoxious tiktoks that you watch over your obnoxious reality TV. please leave me the fuck alone.

i cannot wait until i have enough money to move out of there. i wish i had never moved in. the whole point was to move in, split costs and save up so i could buy a house and then the fucking pandemic happened and shit skyrocketed and now i feel stuck af and i'm just fucking miserable and home is supposed to be my space to relax and i fucking can't and aspdgas;ldksjags;aoiseua;gliu ugh i hate.

i miss living alone. people think that you need to have a "connection" with someone, you have to surround yourself with people. no. i don't. i need animals and the internet and i'm FINE. people are assholes and make me miserable and that hasn't changed in 42 fucking years so leave me alone. please. goddamn.

ok i'm done because i do have to actually do some work today. motherfucker.

#tbh don't read this #it's angry #i am venting #and typing is faster than putting this in my journal #though tbh i should put this in my journal #maybe i'll print it and glue it in later #but yeah #extremely personal #not worth reading #no i do not want advice #but thank you anyway

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Lust or Love

Summary: Doug Penhall needs some comforting after he feels like no one in the police force believes him about the dirty cop Adabo.

Doug Penhall x reader

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex.

A/N: It’s based off the Besieged episode. I was sad that there isn’t a lot of Doug Penhall fanfic really anyway so I created this one shot. I may be posting a story about him and this character if I have time, highly doubtful, therefore this one shot exists.

“Hey, Doug. Come in.” I swing my apartment door open and wide so Doug can walk into the room. His comforting and musky cologne scent whiffs off him as he passes me to go towards the couch. He’s wearing his leather jacket, a tight black t-shirt that shows off his muscles and blue jeans.

He makes his way into my living room which is about 50 steps away from the front door. My living room has a long dark green couch that leans against a window with closed curtains and has only three gold pillows and two dark blue chairs on either side of the couch. By the chair closest to the window is a blue lamp that can turn off with just one click. A glass coffee table that is gold and has gold butterflies engraved in it sits in front of the couch.

“Do you want something to drink? A beer or glass of wine?” I ask while making my way to the kitchen.

“I’ll take a beer.” He calls from the living room.

I open the fridge door and take out the beer. I pull open the silverware draw with a hard yank as it constantly gets stuck to get out the beer opener. I place them on the kitchen tabletop and take out the cork from the bottle of wine that has been sitting on my counter since I came home from the chapel. I was already planning on having a glass of wine before Doug came over. I pour the wine into my glass, pocket the beer opener in my jacket pocket and carry the beer in my other hand towards Doug.

He stands up when he sees me with my hands full and takes the beer from me, “Thank you.”

I nod and take the beer opener out from my jacket pocket, handing it to him,”No problem,” I take off my jacket and throw it on one of the chairs.

He opens the bottle which lets out a little hiss and takes a sip, “What’s with your look?”

I look down at my skirt and blouse, “What do you mean what’s with my look?”

“You normally don’t dress like that.” He gestures to my outfit.

“Are you saying I don’t dress pretty or I’m not pretty enough to wear this?” I raise my eyebrow.

“No, you’re pretty and it’s a pretty look. It’s not your normal look.”

I smile,”I know. I’m just teasing. Judy and I are working of the murder case of the drug dealer Ozzy. We are posing as his friends to his girlfriend to see if she knows anything. She is such a lovely girl and has an adorable daughter but she’s hooked on heroin. We saw her trying to offer her body in exchange for heroin and it broke Judy’s heart so I took Judy out to lunch to try and help her feel better. Sorry, I’m rattling off while you came here to complain.”

“Nah, it’s okay.”

“What? You got no complaints now? Come on Doug. Talk to me!” I take a sip of my wine.

“It’s just uh nobody believes me.” His eyes are downcast like a depressed puppy.

“Okay, elaborate.” I motion with my hand.

He shifts so his knees are facing mine and places his one arm around the back of the couch while his other arm lays in his lap, “I thought this guy, Adabo, was like the best you could ever be. He’s the guy I wanted to be. And now I think he threw a dealer off a roof,” He pauses for a second, “Or not.”

I place my hand on top of his hand that’s on the back of the couch.

“And I got Hanson riding around with him and he probably thinks I’m crazy too. Fuller thinks I’m crazy. IAD thinks I’m crazy. Maybe I am crazy.”

“Do you think you’re crazy?”

He shakes his head,”No. I think I’m right.”

“Well, okay.” I tilt my head.

“Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Depends.”

He smiles and doesn’t say anything. The silence fills the room and my cheeks start to feel flush. I never took the time to appreciate how handsome Doug looks up close with his hair all slicked back and the gold chain that peeks out from the neckline of his shirt.

He pushes up and moves his face closer to mine before connecting our lips. Our lips move in sync and I grab ahold of the bottom of his shirt. He licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth so our tongues can meet in a delicious kiss. I tightened my grip on his shirt as the kiss became deeper and almost impossible to breathe. He swallows my every breath while his tongue slides over mine. He leans over me more until I’m laying fully on my back.

I open my legs and prop my knees up so he can fit between my legs better. Our lips part and he kisses the right side of my neck slowly. He kisses a particular spot on my neck above my collarbone where he licks and sucks the skin. I gasp, clawing his shoulders and moving my crotch against his.

He leans up, bringing his hands to the hem of my shirt and looks at me for permission. I nod and he takes my shirt off my body. I sit up, reaching for his shirt to take off when he pushes me down and takes it off himself. He leans back down and kisses my chest, passing my boobs and going down towards my stomach. He kisses the skin above where the skirt lays and pushes himself down the couch to kiss me from my right leg up to my underwear. He kisses me through the underwear and I gasp out a moan. He moves the underwear to the side a little and licks me.

I grip onto the back of the couch and moan,”Doug.”

He looks up at me from underneath my skirt and proceeds to give another long lick. I moan and tilt my head back, then I fumble with the zipper of my skirt and pull it down. I try to pull the skirt down my legs but Doug has a hold on my legs.

He looks up at me and I whimper,”Doug please. Take it off of me.”

He leans up to kiss me while his one hand tugs my skirt off of my body. Once it’s off, he throws it somewhere in the living room and wraps my legs around his waist. He places his hands on my back and sits up, making me be a little bit taller than him. I break our lips apart and kiss down his neck. He stands up and walks towards my room. I kiss the left side of his neck until he drops me onto my bed. He moves to lay on top of me but I put my foot on his hard cock.

“Take it off.” I rub my foot on his cock.

He groans and steps away from me, unzipping his pants and kicking them to the side. I open my legs up and he lays back on top of me. He reconnects our lips and takes off my bra. He cups my one boob and brushes his hand over the nipple. I gasp into his mouth. He lowers his mouth down to my nipple and sucks on it. I moan at the feeling of his warm tongue. He does the same to my other boob before heading down towards my underwear, where he drags it down to my feet with his teeth.

He stands up looking at me,”You are beautiful.”

He takes off his boxers and hovers over me while his fingers make their way up to my entrance. He pushes his first thick finger into my clenching pussy and thrusts it. I moan and grip onto the sheets. He adds another to stretch me out and I grip the sheets tighter. My eyes are closed shut until I feel him remove his fingers.

I open my eyes to see him licking his fingers, “Sweet.”

He crawls on top of me and wraps my legs around his waist before thrusting. I gasp out as he sheathes himself to the hilt. He groans before pulling out and shoving it back in.

“Doug.” I moan out and grip his arms.

He thrusts hard, gripping onto my waist and I throw my head back. I tighten my legs around his waist and I move my arms around his back. He drives himself into me and his gold chain dangles in front of me. I dig my nails into his back and he hisses, going faster. I feel my pussy clenching and the pleasure building up more.

“Don’t stop Doug. Please make me cum.” I gasp out as the pleasure builds faster while he grabs my waist harder. He lifts my hips up a little more and thrusts a few more times making him go deeper and it makes the steady pleasure of my orgasm crash so fast that I see stars in my eyes.

He fucks me through my orgasm and turns over so he’s laying on his back and I’m on top. I breathe in and out quickly trying to regain my breath before placing my hands on his chest and moving my hips. From this angle, I can feel him in my stomach. I scratch my nails into his chest as I move my hips in a fast circular motion. He sits up and holds me close to him.

“Doug, please.” I plead into his mouth and kiss him.

He starts thrusting from below and it makes me cry out. He shifts so his knees are up and it helps him thrust inside me better. He thrusts my waist down onto his dick over and over again. I gasp, moan and cry out when my second orgasm washes over me. As I come down from my high, Doug loses control over his thrusts and comes inside of me. He thrusts lazily before pulling out and laying me beside him.

I catch my breath and kiss him one more time before resting my head on his chest and falling asleep for the night, not ready to deal with the consequences that will come from our actions.

#doug penhall #doug penhall smut #doug penhall x oc #doug penhall x reader #21 jump street tv show

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weabooweedwitch · 1 year

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Dude so after I already told my mom that this could become a problem before I even started working this job and she insisted it was fine, she is now jumping up my ass about how "oh she's so tired of having to wake up early to pick me up from my overnight shifts"

Well there were certainly other closer locations i could have applied at dear mother but you were quite literally bullying me about getting another job to the point YOU applied on my behalf after badgering me over and over, didn't you? And at that point I was so extremely stressed I let you do everything, didn't I? And it was entirely your choice to apply for the wrong hours at the wrong location that is too far away for me to take the bus, as opposed to, the location that was right next to my old job who's bus route I already knew

But fuck calling them and trying to apply there, you didn't immediately see any posting online despite the fact they had visible posting in the store, fuck trying to contact them directly, oh no, we had to force through an application online "because what if it isn't there later"

And she wants me to feel bad that it's "ruining her sleep" to wake up a little early to pick me up from the job you applied me for? No Dana being obese and constantly gorging when you aren't working ruins your sleep. Having to take naps every single day in the middle of the day and then still sleep 10+ hours at night is ruining your sleep. Not getting any physical exercise and refusing to do something as simple as go grocery shopping by yourself is ruining your sleep.

Like???? She's complaining about a situation SHE caused and put me in??? Dumb bitch. Absolutely dumb spiteful bitch. Yesterday (thursday) I mentioned how extremely important it was to do laundry so I could spend today (friday) packing so I could focus on getting ready for my flight early Saturday morning and I texted her I was setting an alarm and everything, but I accidentally slept til 9pm and she's just. Sitting on the couch eating cereal watching TV. "Oh sorry I needed to catch up on my sleep" *proceeds to go to bed again at 10pm and sleep 10+ more hours until she has work and now I can't get anything done until after 4pm*

I might just pack dirty laundry and do it at my hotel in Canada because they provide amenities for that. Im just. I'm furious. Shes been treating me like absolute shit and insulting my friend and even outright saying he's probably a creep nd only inviting me because he wants sex or something??? Does she even realize how fucking hurtful that is?

Lowkey hope this apartment burns down with her in it while I'm in Canada. Wash my hands clean of her. I wouldn't be becoming this hateful spiteful person I am 8f it wasn't for her and I'm dying on that hill. The way she's raised me has damaged me forever and I'll never forgive her. Sigh.

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cuubism · 2 years

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Flight - Chapter 3

Magnus was sitting up in bed the following night, still awake after more than a day and a half, trying to dig through a thick tome about Nephilim history but mostly alternating between fretting over Alec’s silence and nodding off from sheer exhaustion, when his wards pinged and he heard a thump in the foyer.

He closed the book, standing up. “Alexander?”

When Magnus got closer to the door, he found Alec leaning heavily against the wall, hair and clothes all askew, looking exhausted. He’d managed to get his boots off, but didn’t seem to be able to move any further.

“Alec,” Magnus gasped.

“Hey,” said Alec, gaze going distant, “So, that didn’t exactly go the way I was expecting.”

Then he collapsed, and Magnus rushed forward to catch him, buckling to his knees under his weight. “Alexander!”

“It’s fine,” Alec slurred and Magnus dragged him over to lay him on the couch, grateful he had his magic to help him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What on earth happened?” A trail of dried blood ran from one of Alec’s ears, and his voice was hoarse. But Magnus ran a magic-lit hand over his body and couldn’t find anything else wrong. He just seemed exhausted.

Alec groaned in annoyance. “Fucking Clave. No trust. Could have just had a civil conversation but no, they had to invite the Soul Sword.”

“What?!” Magnus yelped.

“I guess they’re more alarmed by this feather magic thing than we thought. Out of control power and so on. Perhaps,” he added bitterly, “if they didn’t treat their Institute heads like criminals to keep in line, they’d have an easier time getting the truth.”

Magnus chuckled. “Did you tell them that?”

“Yeah. It didn’t go over so well.”

“Such a rebel nowadays.” Magnus kissed his forehead. “I’ve been a bad influence.”

Alec grinned. “A terrible one.”

Magnus summoned a cloth and rubbed at the blood on his face. Then he waved a hand, banished Alec’s rumpled clothes to the closet and fetching him something more comfortable. “I haven’t seen the Sword do this much damage in a while.” He felt torn between fondness and worry. “Were you really lying to them, darling?”

“Eh,” Alec said, “more like bending the truth. Omission. One of the weaknesses of the Soul Sword is, you kind of have to ask specific questions if you want to get answers. Like, if they asked, ‘Is Magnus your boyfriend?’ I would have to say yes. But if they asked, ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ while I would have to say yes, I wouldn’t have to say, ‘Magnus is my boyfriend.’ Because that wasn’t asked. If they asked, ‘Tell us everything about Magnus,’ they would get almost nothing because ‘everything’ is too vague. I could just tell them things they already know and get away with it. That kind of thing. So, they didn’t get as much as they could have, because they didn’t know what to ask.”

Magnus stroked his hair. “You are very verbose right now.”

“I feel drunk,” Alec complained. “Sword has that effect sometimes.”

“Yes, it does not seem to have been happy with you.”

“Is it ever?”

Magnus kissed his lips carefully. “I’m sorry they gave you a rough time. Perhaps I’ll hex them so their coffee is constantly cold.”

“Oh, please do.” Alec looked charmed by the idea, but it quickly slipped back into frustration. “Ugh, I should never have gone to the Silent Brothers. If I hadn’t found out more information, the damn Clave wouldn’t have been able to get more information.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t even get a chance to mention it to you before getting summoned,” Alec grumbled. “Brother Abel said Nephilim used to have actual magic in our wings.”

“I’ve read those myths, I think,” Magnus said.

“And he thinks maybe it’s coming back. Well, for me, at least.”

Magnus startled. “What? Because of… all of this?”

Could he, Magnus, have possibly done this? It was the only new variable he could think of. But he hadn’t touched Alec’s actual wings, just the one feather he’d borrowed for his ornament—

Unless. He thought then of all the times he had touched Alec’s wings. Not to change them, or anything. But all the times he had used magic to heal them. The times he’d cleaned ichor from them, or straightened the feathers, or given Alec a vaguely-erotic massage, or touched them just to touch them. And the way his magic had gotten increasingly comfortable around Alec the longer they’d known each other, the way it drifted out and surrounded him and cared for him without being asked.

Alec tipped his head towards him. “What are you thinking about? Spill.”

“Did I do this?” Magnus asked, voice small.

Alec evaluated him. “Did you think I would blame you if you had?”

He was getting too damn good at cutting to the center of Magnus’s insecurities like that. Damn him. “You would be fair to.”

“Blame you for what, exactly? Caring about me? Being sentimental?” Alec ran an uncoordinated hand over his face. “Even if you did, I don’t see how your magic could have unearthed centuries of buried angelic power.”

Magnus bit his lip and looked away.

Alec was suddenly more alert. “What. What’s that look?”

Magnus kept looking away. “Don’t hate me.”

Alec pushed himself upright on unsteady arms. Once sitting, he took Magnus’s face between his hands and turned him back to look at him. “Hey. Come on. What is it?”

Magnus smiled bitterly. “Another secret.”

He knew Alec didn’t like when he kept big secrets from him. Especially now that they were intending to get married. In Magnus’s defense, he hadn’t meant to keep this one for so long—it simply hadn’t come up, and Magnus loathed talking about this; it was a part of his past he hated bringing back into his current life.

Alec’s expression creased in concern, and Magnus took an unsteady breath. “I’m not merely a warlock, Alec. My father is a fallen angel.”

For a long moment, Alec just stared at him. Magnus couldn’t read the expression on his face. Finally, he said, sounding strangled, “I— what?”

“My father,” Magnus repeated, “is Asmodeus. A Greater Demon. And, well, also a fallen angel. I’m far from angelic, but who knows what his— what my magic could have done?”

“Wait,” Alec said, laying a hand on Magnus’s chest. “You didn’t think you could tell me about that?” He sounded hurt. “Did you think I would judge you?”

“Of course not,” Magnus hastened to reassure him. Not anymore, anyway. “I… I don’t like to remember that fact about myself. Or Asmodeus, at all. And there was never a reason to bring it up, I suppose. I don’t consider him family, anyway; I was hardly going to invite him to the wedding.”

Alec shook his head as if he knew exactly what Magnus was doing by making it into a joke. He tangled his fingers in Magnus’s shirt. “I… can’t say I don’t wish you had told me,” he said quietly, and Magnus’s heart clenched. “But it’s your history, after all. It’s your choice.”

“And now, it’s something else we have to deal with,” Magnus said bitterly.

“I never deal with you,” Alec said, looking offended.

Magnus softened. “I meant the magic. And how it’s impacted yours.”

“We’ll figure it out. After—” he was cut off by a yawn. “Angel. After a nap, maybe. The Sword doesn’t mess around.”

Magnus ran a soothing hand up and down his thigh. “Poor, abused creature. Let’s drag you off to bed. I admit I could use some sleep as well.”

He dragged Alec to his feet as he protested with a groan. Alec leaned against him as they walked. “I can tell. You have bags under your eyes.”

Magnus gasped. “Excuse you, my skin is always flawless. I can’t believe you would say such a thing to me.”

“Well, you did say you liked my honesty.”

They reached the bedroom and Magnus dropped Alec mercilessly onto the bed. “I’ve changed my mind, now I want you to play up how beautiful I am to extraordinary lengths.”

Magnus followed him into bed as Alec said, “I never exaggerate when I say you’re the most beautiful man in the world.” Magnus preened, but Alec continued, “Even the most beautiful man in the world can get bags under his eyes.”

Magnus smushed his face against his shoulder. “Cease thine blasphemy and go to sleep.”

Alec leaned in and wrapped an arm over him, and for several moments everything was quiet. Magnus assumed Alec had finally given into his exhaustion, but then he said, voice soft in the blue night—

“Magnus. You could never be anything like your father. Whatever your magic did, or didn’t do, that’s your magic. It could never be harmful.”

Magnus’s throat ached. “Thank you, Alexander.”

Alec just pulled him closer in response.

It took Magnus a while to fall asleep, as thoughts of semi-angelic magic and Alec’s wings swirled around his head. He didn’t know how Alec had so much faith in him. If only he could have such faith in himself.

Magnus woke the next morning to golden sunlight, late in the day. Alec was already up, slipping back into the bedroom with coffee a few moments after Magnus woke. Magnus supposed that meant he had to go in to the Institute today, which was, frankly, appalling.

Alec handed Magnus his coffee and slid back into bed beside him. He was shirtless now, the cat’s eye charm still hanging against his chest. Magnus had almost forgotten he’d given that to him, and fingered it idly, then brushed a hand over Alec’s pectorals, his runes standing out starkly in the morning light. “You look like a dream. To what do I owe the honor?”

Alec laughed. “And you look like a cat dragged you home through an alley.”

Magnus squawked. “What is with all this maligning of my appearance?” He ran a hand through his hair, which was indeed standing up in all directions. He mustn’t have gotten all the gel out the prior day. That likely meant he had makeup smeared across half his face, too.

Alec caught his face in his hand and thumbed at his lower lip. “It’s cute. I like when you look all messy.”

“Uh-huh,” Magnus said, and snapped his fingers to put himself to rights. He did let his hair be fluffy and unstyled, though, just for Alexander.

Alec sighed, but leaned in to kiss him. Magnus opened his mouth for him, the lingering fears about his magic chased away by Alec’s tongue and his warm hands sliding down Magnus’s body. Alec slid fluidly into his lap, still kissing him, and Magnus hummed in pleasure.

“Is this the preamble to ‘today’s going to be a shitshow and who knows when we’ll next have time so let’s do it now’ sex?” he asked.

“Is that a common type of sex we have?”

“Unfortunately.”

Alec nipped at his bottom lip. “Then I guess it is.”

To Magnus’s great displeasure, he knew they were in fact going to have to handle the magic thing, and investigate the beast’s attack, and manage the Clave—who’d basically tortured his boyfriend, a fact Magnus hadn’t forgotten about nor forgiven even if Alec didn’t seem too bothered by it this morning—but the whole point of this was to forget all that for a moment and just be together.

He waved a lazy hand and divested them both of their clothes, shivering at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. “Better get to it then, darling.”

Alec kissed him deeper, grinding against Magnus slowly as if he really didn’t have anywhere to be that day other than right there. Magnus let Alec open up his mouth, swallowing his breath; he savored in the way each brush of Alec’s body sent another tingling trail of arousal up his spine, heat building and layering between his legs. A different type of heat settling in his chest.

“You’re still wearing that,” Alec murmured, catching the glass-encased feather hanging from Magnus’s throat and tugging on the chain.

“Of course. It’s my protection charm, after all. And it reminds me of you. You think I’d take it off?”

Alec smiled. “Of course not.” He kissed the charm, then laid it back against Magnus’s skin. “I like the idea of it protecting you when I’m not there.”

“It makes me feel like I have a shield of impenetrable Alec Lightwood feathers about my person,” Magnus teased. He caught Alec’s face between his hands again and kissed at the corner of his lips. “Like a fluffy blanket.”

“You wouldn’t be able to see like that,” Alec said, but the words trailed off in a soft moan as Magnus’s lips found the underside of his jaw. Magnus moved against him, Alec following his pace, and they brought each other along slowly in the quiet morning.

Afterwards, when they’d caught their breath and showered and gotten half-dressed again, they sat tangled in bed, drinking their abandoned coffee. But it was hard to enjoy the easy domesticity of the moment when Magnus’s mind was still buzzing with thoughts, ideas, worries.

“Spit it out,” Alec said, biting down on a pastry Magnus had summoned.

“I want to experiment with your magic,” Magnus admitted. “We should see what it does if I touch you with mine. I’m worried about it hurting you.”

“It won’t, but if you insist.” Alec put aside his breakfast and stretched one of his wings out towards Magnus.

Magnus caressed the strong, feathered bone on instinct. “Are you sure?”

“It’s just your magic. Even if it does do something, it’s not going to hurt me. Even Brother Abel said the magical changes in my wings weren’t harmful. C’mon, let’s just get it over with.”

Alec gave him a pleading look. He used that look rarely, but when he did, oh was it effective. Magnus sighed. “Fine.”

He ghosted a hand along Alec’s wing, letting a warm rush of magic bleed from his fingertips to trail along the feathers. They lifted and fluttered in the breeze of his power.

For a long moment, he didn’t think anything would happen. He and Alec rested in each other’s space, feeling the warmth of the magic. Magnus was about to give up—

—when the feathers on the ends of Alec’s wings started glowing.

Well, glowing might have been overstating it a little. It was more like the tint of blue those feathers carried started to get stronger, and their edges became more defined, popping out more from the background of the world. Alec shifted in his seat, and a shudder ran through his wings, the feathers fluttering. Then he did it again, like it was involuntary, and winced.

“Am I hurting you?” Magnus asked warily.

“No, it just feels strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Like they’re… awake.” Alec looked at one of the wings like he could discern what was going on that way. It continued its subtle glowing and shaking, but nothing else seemed to happen. “It reminds me of when I got my first rune.”

Another flutter ran through the wings, all of the feathers rustling before falling back to their places. The subtle glow intensified.

“What happens if I take my magic away?” Magnus wondered to himself, and pulled his hand back.

The glow along the edge of Alec’s wings flared and then faded. Alec frowned down at them.

“Maybe it needs a connection to another magic to work?” Magnus suggested.

“No…” Alec turned one of the feathers back and forth between his fingers. “It’s still… there. Whatever ‘it’ is.”

He stood up, moving to the center of the room so he could stretch his wings all the way out. He rolled his shoulders, then shook the wings out the way Magnus had seen him do before a fight. Then he closed his eyes, wings still, hands outstretched.

Magnus followed him and stood by the bed. He watched, holding his breath.

He didn’t see Alec do anything. One moment, things were normal.

And the next a flash of white light blinded him and a wave of power nearly threw him off his feet. Magnus just managed to maintain his balance, and looked around wildly as the lights flashed on and off and then went out, as wind whipped through his hair, knocking lamps and vases from their tables. Alec stood in the center of it, every muscle tense, feathers shaking back and forth in the turmoil. His runes were glowing blue and white along their edges; his gaze looked distant, seeing something Magnus couldn’t.

“Alexander?” he called, taking a cautious step closer. “Alec?”

God, what had Magnus done?

Slowly, Alec’s hands closed into fists, arms shaking as if he was struggling to hold onto whatever he saw. Magnus took a step closer, then another, then, well-aware it was a possibly suicidal thing to do, laid a hand against Alec’s cheek.

Alec jolted as soon as their skin touched, gaze refocusing on Magnus. The power whirled around him once more, and a spark skittered up Magnus’s arm and down his spine. Then the swirling power was gone.

Alec’s wings folded down to his back, like they were suddenly too heavy for him. His chest heaved; his limbs still trembled. Magnus searched his gaze, but he didn’t seem hurt; more thrilled, if anything.

“What the fuck,” he said, breathless.

“What the fuck, indeed,” Magnus repeated. “Are you okay? What was that?”

“Pure— pure rune power.” Alec grabbed Magnus’s shoulders, using them to ground himself. “Normally, when we use runes, it’s like… the power’s not really ours? Not entirely. It’s sort of separate, I mean, we have to use runes to tap into it, after all. But for a moment it— it— it felt like it was actually mine.”

Magnus squeezed his arms. “That’s incredible, darling. Is it still… there? I mean is it—” He cut off as his gaze caught on a new rune on Alec’s biceps, one that had apparently manifested itself in a burst of power. He read it. “Acceleration.”

Alec frowned down at it. “I… didn’t know that was possible. Runes just appearing.”

Magnus scanned Alec’s body for new runes. He knew every one on Alec’s skin by now, and the changes were easy to spot. He traced over them with his hand. “Swiftness. Speed. Agility. And—” he paused over one that had etched itself over Alec’s heart, curling upwards along his collarbone. “I don’t know this. Is it in the Gray Book?”

He summoned a mirror so Alec could see it, and Alec read it, frowning. “It’s not in the Gray Book.”

“So you don’t know what it says?”

“No, I do. But I’m not sure how.” Alec traced over it with his fingertips, then met Magnus’s gaze again, a mix of alarm and intrigue in his eyes. “It says flight.”

#Flight fic #my writing

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ckygetsjobs · 1 year

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This sucks

Dico x Male Reader

A/n: like I said before male readers are my fav to write. But I don’t write them often. So anyway so fucking self indulgent I haven’t wrote a male x reader dico fic in so long it’s about time. Not really any warnings for this one. Enjoy.

You weren’t one for cameras, hated it actually. Nobody would find you in front of the camera or in pictures if you had anything to say about it. They did call you weird for it, like why you show up to set and disappear into the shadows as soon as they started filming. Sometimes you ended up in frame anyways, either because Dico tricked you into it or because you underestimated how far the camera range was. You cheered Brandon on constantly, he was the reason you were there anyways. He always asked you if you wanted to carpool which really was just hopping in the passenger seat of his truck, not that you were going to complain. A lot of the time you’d laugh at him at how frustrated he got over other people’s driving, you still remember when he showed up to your house to pick you up one day and he was practically seething.

Today was a usual day of filming, which consisted of you avoiding it. You lied down on the couch, flipping through a playboy magazine, cracking up at all the pictures of semi naked chicks, they always had ridiculous poses. You just looked at it for laughs, you weren’t one for the magazines except to crack up at them. You showed the funnier ones to Brandon sometimes and now it was a competition weekly who found the funnier one, he won every time of course. When you were doing that though, you must have fell asleep because the next thing you knew you heard a loud horn right in your hear and tons of heavy laughter. “Fucking assholes,” you grumbled half asleep and pissed off, Dico better hope he was going to do something to make it up to you. He knew how much you hated loud noises, and you were for sure going to get him back, you already had an absolutely awful idea that was going to knock his socks off. Dico was sitting next to you, his hand clutching your thigh, trying to hide it from the others. He was good at it too, he had a ton of practice with how much he sneaked around with you. They would sometimes find you guys fucking in a closet or something else that was just crazy but it wasn’t that much. You fucking hated being interrupted, and they would laugh their asses off for weeks, plus it would be on film, and you bet your ass it was ending up in the next CKY.

As you were giving him an angry glare, he just shrugged his shoulders. You just stood up from the couch, walking off the set, wondering in the back of your mind if he was going to follow you or make you wait for him to be done in his truck. The answer was quick and apparent as he chased after you, shouting your name and to wait up. You didn’t, if anything you ran faster until you were comfortably in his truck waiting on him. When he got in he quietly turned on the music and pushed his seat further back. “How about I make it up to you. We can take a shopping trip to Kmart,” he winked, all you did was cross your arms, the opposite of impressed. “You’re a dick, you know I hate shopping. But fine, you better fuck me good tonight though.” He ran his hand through his hair, grabbing your hand and kissing it, “Come on when have I let you down,” you raised your eyebrow and didn’t answer his question, wanting him to come up with another remark that was sure to make him sound ridiculous. He didn’t though, he had learned by now, he knew how you operated, you spent tons of time together when you weren’t purposely ignoring his phone calls. When you did he had to show up to your house and he usually blew you after he told you whatever he came over for. But he wasn’t fooling anybody, you knew he loved when he had to come over, that’s one of the reasons you did it.

The shopping trip was boring and uneventful, you even yawned a few times. He dragged you along, having ahold of your arm the entire time, pointing to cool dressed action figures. Not to say you weren’t interested in action figures though, you loved them a lot, you just hated the store atmosphere, it was too much to handle. Especially after all the stuff you already had to deal with today. You didn’t blame Brandon for taking you there, you loved when he was happy, and he definitely was. So you bore through it for his sake, and it proved worth it. After a while he found the He-man and the Masters of the Universe collection, holding two skeletor’s in his hand, smiling and swinging your hand that was in his, “I know he’s your favorite, he’s mine too, so I’m getting two,” he threw them in the cart. He stared at you for a while, “Thanks for coming, I love shopping even more when it’s with you. But I know you want to leave so let’s go to the checkout,” he mentions, holding onto your hand tightly. When checkout was done he put everything into the truck, and you both got in afterwards. As you sat in the car, talking, it went further as he kissed your lips, softly and with so much love you melted into his arms, “I had fun,” he said into your mouth, you just nodded “me too,” while fully enveloped in him. You’d go shopping with him again of course, maybe even tomorrow, who really knew with him. But going with Brandon, the action that you got after was so worth it, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#I needed representation #For my fellow guys #So rare for male reader shit #Anyway I hate shopping but for him? I would in a heartbeat #jackass #viva la bam #cky #brandon dicamillo #dico

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