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morgana-larkin · 8 months ago

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Hi can you write a Melissa x reader with enemies to lovers, a true slow burn, and the reader only calls her ‘Schemmenti’ until the turning point where the reader finally calls her ‘Mel’? Thank you!

Hola! Here ya go! I have to say that it was fun, and I did not do an evil laugh at some point while writing this… 😏. Anyway, like I said previously, hope you’ll enjoy my period driven fics for the next week cause this one gots the smut too. (I regret nothing… I might in a week *shrugs*). Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I made a masterlist and I’m quite proud of it *does self five*. But then 5 minutes later the wifi craps out so I’ll be adding this one to it when it decides to work again as I need my laptop to do it. And if you want to be added to my taglist then let me know peeps!

Fine Line

Warnings: smut, I think there’s swearing but I’m too lazy to check

Words: 4.3k

You come storming in the break room and slam the door open, then proceed to stomp to the fridge. Melissa trails your movements and sees that you’re in a pissy mood this morning.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Melissa teases you.

You throw your lunch in the fridge and slam the door shut then go to the coffee machine.

“I don’t have the patience for you right now Schemmenti.” You snap at her. You pour the coffee in your mug.

“Are you alright dear?” Barb asks you and you sigh.

“Just a rough morning.” You tell her gently.

Melissa has always seen how both of you treat each other differently. You both have a short fuse and didn’t like each other from the start. You accidentally pissed her off one too many times during the week and you got mad and started arguing back at her. Now it’s a year later and it hasn’t changed.

Melissa eyes you and you catch it and glare at her before walking out of the break room and Melissa smiles. If Melissa was being completely honest, she doesn’t mind the little rivalry. She has fun with you and enjoys how hot you look when you’re mad at her.

You on the other hand want Melissa to just avoid you, you have no idea why she enjoys torturing you and you want her to leave you alone instead.

Melissa stops by your classroom on her way to the break room at lunch. “Have you simmered down at all?” She jokes to you and you roll your eyes.

“I have and then I see you and it goes right back up.” You retort back and Melissa smirks. “What are you doing here Schemmenti?”

“I work here.” She tells you and you huff in annoyance and glare at her.

“You know what I meant.” You snap a bit at her.

“I came to see you.” She tells you and you sigh. She likes to come see you before she goes on lunch everyday and quite frankly, today, you don’t have the patience for her. So you stand up and walk towards the door. Melissa sees you walking over and she unconsciously licks her lips.

“I already told you that I don’t have the patience today for you Schemmenti.” You tell her, then slam the door in her face and lock it. Melissa huffs then defeated, she walks to the break room. Melissa likes talking to you, she just doesn’t know how to without making you annoyed at her. She already admitted to herself that she has a crush on you and she wants you to see her as more than a rival and more than a friend too.

“How do I talk to y/n without her getting mad at me?” Melissa asks Barb in the break room and Barb is stunned by the question. She thought that you and Melissa were gonna wanna keep this rivalry forever.

“Why?” Barb asks.

“Because I want to try and be friends with her instead of enemies.” Melissa says and leans back and crosses her arms.

“Well you could start with not insulting and teasing her.” Barb starts.

“Everytime I try it seems like I just annoy her. Like she thinks I’m joking or playing with her mind.” Melissa says.

“Well you did get mad at her everyday for her first 2 weeks.” Barb reminds her. “Maybe start with an apology.” Melissa sighs, it’s worth a try and she stands up, grabs her lunchbox and yours from the fridge, then walks to your classroom.

When she gets to your door, she stands in front of it for a moment then knocks. You answer it a few seconds later, when you see Melissa there you go to close it again but she stops it with her foot. “I brought your lunch for you.” She tells you and holds up your lunchbox. You open the door and stare at her confused.

“Why?” You ask.

“Because it’s lunchtime and you should eat.” She simply tells you.

“Did you do something to it?” You ask and Melissa huffs.

“No, because I’m not 12.” She tells you and hands you your lunchbox. You take it and just stare at her confused. Melissa then walks to her classroom and continues to eat her lunch while grading some tests.

There’s a knock at her door and she gives a ‘come in’. She finishes grading the question and finally looks up and sees you standing there, looking at her curiously. “Yes?” She asks and you sigh.

“Why were you being nice to me?” You ask her and she drops her pen on her desk and lifts her glasses up to the top of her head.

“I just brought you your lunch, that’s all.” She tells you.

“But why?”

“Because you’re having a rough morning and you’d have an even worse day if you didn’t eat.” She tells you.

“And that’s all?” You ask her.

“Ya.” She says and you turn to leave but glance back at her.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“You’re welcome hon.” She tells you and you close her door and leave to your classroom.

Melissa smiles after you leave. That’s the first normal conversation she’s had with you and you even thanked her. She thinks maybe now you won’t take everything she says the wrong way. When she thinks back on that thought, she thinks that it’s nice to have dreams.

You walk into the break room the next day in a better mood than yesterday and Melissa looks up and smiles at you.

“Morning.” She tells you and you look at her confused.

“What do you want Schemmenti?” You ask her and she sighs.

“Nothing, just saying morning to you.” She tells you and you eye her suspiciously but then continue with what you were doing.

After you leave the break room, Melissa sighs. “Everytime.” Melissa mutters.

“Wow, she really does take everything you say the wrong way.” Barb says beside her and she turns and glares at Barb.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Melissa says sarcastically but Barb just smiles.

“Just because you brought her lunch one time doesn’t mean that reverses a year of rivalry.” Barb tells her and Melissa sighs then gets an idea and smiles. “What did you just think of?” Barb asks cautiously.

“That maybe I could bring her lunch more often, as in something that I made. No one says no to anything I make.” She says proudly and Barb looks at her sceptically. Barb then prays that this doesn’t end badly.

The next day, Melissa brings an extra lunch for you. You stay in your classroom during lunch again. You end up staying in your classroom during lunch quite often, mostly to avoid Melissa. You start to think you should pack food that doesn’t need to be refrigerated and keep your lunchbox with you in your classroom. You’re grading one of your students' homework when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” You say and finish what you’re writing then look up. Melissa is there with a smile on her face.

“Hi.” She says

“I was starting to think you forgot about me, bummer.” You tell her and her smile doesn’t falter. “What are you doing her Schemmenti?” You ask and she walks up to you.

“I brought you lunch.” She says and you look and don’t see your lunchbox.

“Then why isn’t my lunchbox with you?” You ask her.

“Because I didn’t bring your lunch to you. I brought something I made for you.” She tells you and you look at her surprised.

“What?” You deadpan.

“I made food last night, and brought some leftovers for you.” She says.

“Why?”

“Because I did.” She says and sets the food on your desk.

“I don’t want it.” You tell her.

“No one ever says no to anything I make.” She tells you.

“Well I’m saying no to you now.” You tell her.

“That’s because you haven’t tried it yet.” She tells you and crosses her arms.

“If I try it and still say I don’t want it then will you go away?” You ask and she nods. Reluctantly you sigh and take a bite. You go tell her to now leave then it hits your tastebuds and you freeze. It was good, like really good, the best food you’ve tasted. And now you reluctantly tell her no to the food and tell her to leave. “There, I tasted it and I’m still telling you to leave.” You say and she looks at you unconvinced.

“I saw you hesitate, you love it.” She tells you and you know you’ll have to admit you do like it but don’t want it here.

“Ok it was probably the best thing I ever tasted but I don’t want it or you here.” You tell her and she looks offended.

“Why?” She asks.

“Because in case it escaped you, I don’t like you and you don’t like me. We’ve been enemies since I got here since I was an easy target for you. So now, please leave.” You tell her and she looks defeated but takes her food and leaves.

You think she’d give up but she doesn’t, she’s very stubborn, but so are you. She brings you lunch for a week before you finally blow up at her.

“Brought you lunch again hon. Maybe you’ll actually have it today.” She tells you and you sigh and rub a hand on your temple. She walks in and your anger that’s been building all week finally lets go.

“MELISSA WILL YOU PLEASE STOP!” You say and she freezes. “I don’t want anything you make! What I do want is for you to leave me alone. Forever!” You say and she actually looks upset which catches you off guard but still stick to what you want. “I don’t want you to talk to me or to bring me food ever again. We’re co workers, nothing more.” You tell her and she lets out a huff then snatches her food.

“Fine.” She snips and starts walking out of your classroom. “Try to be nice and this is what I get.” She mutters. You hear it and you’re confused. She was trying to be nice? Wtf?

A month goes by and to your surprise, Melissa does leave you alone. She doesn’t even look your way anymore. She pretends you don’t exist and for the first week you actually like it. Then the second week hits and it turns out you miss the rivalry you had with the redhead. You keep glancing at her throughout the week and she keeps feeling like she’s being watched and looks up and you look away quickly. If Melissa ever catches you staring at her then she doesn’t comment on it.

After a month, you go to talk to her. You both have a prep second period so you go and knock on her door. “Come in.” You hear and you enter.

She glances up to see who it is and she does a double take. “What do you want?” She says with a bit of anger and sadness lacing it.

You close the door then turn around and face her. You don’t seem annoyed, she thinks, more frustrated about something.

“Did you mean what you said a month ago?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to be more specific. I said a lot of things a month ago.” She says and you walk over and sit on one of the students desks.

“That you were trying to be nice.” You say and she looks stunned.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says.

“So it was true? You were trying to be nice?” You ask and she rubs her temple and nods.

“But why? You have been nothing but mean to me since I got here.” You state.

“I know.” She says. “At first it seemed like you just did everything wrong to make me mad but then I realised you didn’t know what you were doing and I was gonna stop but I found it a bit amusing to see your annoyed reactions. Then I wanted to stop fully 6 months later but you keep taking everything I say wrong. And I can’t say I blame you.” She says and you look at her stunned.

“What exactly are you saying Schemmenti?” You say and she quirks an eyebrow.

“You know last time you spoke to me, you called me Melissa.” She says and you look at her confused.

“I did?”

“You were telling me to get the fuck out and leave you alone but ya, you called me Melissa.” She says and you roll your eyes.

“Obviously an accident.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Well I don’t know about you but I want to put the whole rivalry to an end and maybe actually get to know each other.” She tells you and you look at her stunned.

“You do?” You ask and she nods. “You mean you don’t want to annoy each other again?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow again at you.

“Obviously we still will but more friendly this time. That’s if you want to possibly become friends.” She says cautiously and you smile.

“I think that could happen.” You tell her and you get off the desk. “Well I gotta get back and finish some grading or my students might revolt as I’m apparently taking too long to grade the tests, like I got nothing else to do.” You say dramatically and she giggles.

“Hey y/n.” She says and you look at her. “I’m sorry for how I treated you when you got here.” She tells you genuinely and you smile.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry for how I treated you too.” You tell her.

“It’s alright, I would have reacted the same if I had someone being mad at me everyday.” She jokes and you laugh. You go to leave then glance back at her when you reach the doorway.

“See you around Melissa.” You tell her and she freezes and looks at you stunned. You smile at her and she smiles back at you.

“See ya around y/n.” She tells you. You nod, tap the doorway once and then leave. And for the first time in a month, Melissa feels hope with you.

A week goes by and you and Melissa stay true to your word. Everytime you enter the break room, she says good morning to you and you say it back to her. Barb looked at you guys suspiciously for a second, thinking she heard you both wrong. But after glancing at the trio, she realised she heard you both correctly, if the trio’s shocked expressions are anything to go by.

You come in at lunch everyday and you mostly go to the table and couch and do some work there while you eat. On Monday of the third week of you two getting along, she brought you a coffee while you did your work during lunch. You look up and smile and thank her.

“Whatcha working on hon?” She asks you and glances at your paper.

“Descriptions of their hero.” You tell her and you hand her the one you were grading.

“This is cute.” She says and hands it back to you.

“Ya, most of them chose their parents or a celebrity. But I got concerned when I read this one.” You tell her and hand her one of them. She reads it then laughs after a minute.

“I think this little one is on the right path to be a little Wednesday Addams.” She tells you and you laugh.

“Maybe that’s their goal.” You joke with her. And neither of you notice but everyone is looking at you two shocked.

When it comes to a month of you two actually being nice to each other, you realise you have feelings for her and you get annoyed at yourself. You just became friendly with her and now feelings had to get involved. The thing you have to realise is, is that there is a fine line between love and hate.

You start to ignore her a little bit, in the hopes of your feelings going away. They don’t though. And to make it worse, Melissa notices the change in how you treat her. She comes in your classroom during both your prep, without knocking , after a week of you ignoring her a bit.

“What’s going on with you?” She questions right away.

“Well hello to you too.” You joke.

“Hi.” She says and then sighs. “Now what is going on with you?” She repeats.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“What do I mean.” She says with a chuckle and huffs. “I mean, why do you sometimes ignore me?” She asks and you sigh.

“I’m not.” You say and honestly, you don’t even believe yourself. Melissa crosses her arms and that unintentionally lifts her chest up a bit and you stare at her chest. She catches on to you staring and looks down to what you’re looking at. She looks back up, confused, until she puts the pieces together and she smirks.

“Why are you staring at my chest?” She asks and you snap out of your trance.

“What?” You ask and she walks towards you until she’s right in front of you.

“I said, why are you staring at my chest?” She repeats and you gulp.

“I- I wasn’t.” You say and she leans down and puts her hands on the arms of your chair, effectively giving you a view of right down her shirt. And you try to not stare at it, but the view of it is just too good not to stare.

“Do you like me y/n?” She asks you and you look up at her eyes. You see the curiosity and hope in them.

“I do ya.” You tell her and look down at your lap. She puts a finger under your chin and forces you to look back up.

“I like ya too hon.” She tells you and your jaw drops. She smiles warmly at you then closes your mouth with the finger still under your chin. Then she leans in and kisses you and your brain shuts down. She pulls back after a second and sees your reaction and laughs. “Did I make you short circuit?” She teases you and you stare. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She tells you and you snap of your very deep trance.

“What?” You ask and she giggles.

“I made you short circuit didn’t I?” She repeats and you nod embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed, it actually makes me happy I have that kind of effect on someone.” She tells you.

“Mel, you’re stunning, of course you have that kind of effect.” You tell her dramatically.

“Oh I’m stunning am I?” She asks you and you nod. “And you called me Mel.” She says and your eyes widen.

“Sorry Melissa.” You tell her.

“No, go back to Mel. I like it.” She tells you and you blush. You still have the view of down her shirt and you rub your thighs together. She notices and she smirks. She then casually sits on your lap with her legs on the sides of the chair and kisses you. You kiss her back this time and she smiles in the kiss. She makes out with you for about 5 minutes then you buck your hips and she pulls back and stands up and you whine. “Patience you. How about you come back to my place after?” She says and you nod with a smile. “Perfect now, hand me your phone.” She says and holds her hand out. You give her a confused look and she smiles. “So I can give you my number.” She tells you and you scramble to get your phone out and then give it to her. She giggles as she takes it then puts her number in and texts herself. “Great, now we have each other’s numbers. See ya tonight.” She tells you with a wink then hands you your phone back then turns and leaves.

She gets a text from you not 5 minutes later.

You: was your plan for me to not be able to concentrate the rest of the day?

Mel: Possibly

Mel: Did it work?

You: Possibly

Mel: see you tonight right after school.

Mel: *sends address*

You: can’t wait

Mel: don’t touch yourself! I know I left ya hot and bothered

You: Ffs

Melissa smiles at that then you both continue out the day. Of course she can’t resist teasing you. Like sending you winks whenever she sees you, touching your thigh when she comes to join you on the couch during lunch, pressing you up against the wall during… oh wait, that last one was in your daydream.

When you get to her place though, that daydream comes true. As soon as you walk in through the door, she closes it, slams you against it and kisses you roughly. She then trails down to your neck and immediately sucks it. You think she’s trying to be quick about this with the pace and intensity she’s doing it at.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this with you.” She says between kisses on your neck.

“How long?” You ask curiously and out of breath.

“About 6 months.” She says and you gasp, from shock of her answer and pleasure of her sucking your neck again. She then pulls your top off and inclips your bra then taking that off of you. She stares at you with a smile then cups your breasts and leans in to you. “6 months I’ve held off wanting to kiss you.” She says and starts moving her hands in a circle, causing your breasts to move a bit and your nipples get played with at the same time. “Now that I have you, I’m not holding back. Especially since you were ignoring me for a week.” She tells you and you groan.

“It’s because I realised my feelings for you, and we just started to be friends and I thought if I ignored you, my feelings would go away. But they didn’t.” You tell her and she smirks.

“I don’t care for the reason Bella. Just know that you’ll get properly punished.” She tells you with a low pitched voice and you shiver. While you were distracted, she pulls down your pants and underwear at the same time, you step out of them and she spreads your legs. You finally clue in to what she’s about to do. “Mel, shouldn’t we go to your be-.” And what you were about to say was cut off with a gasp from you as she goes and sucks your clit hard, right away. You get close to an orgasm and you hold on to her head and lean against the wall so you don’t fall down. but once you come, you collapse. Luckily she catches you as she knew you’d fall. She then picks you up and carries you to her bedroom and places you on the bed with a pillow under your head. You’re still blissed from your orgasm that you don’t realise that she’s out of view until she comes back. You look and your brain shuts down again. She comes back completely naked and wearing a strap.

She crawls on the bed and kisses your lips, you taste yourself on her and you moan. While kissing you, she grabs the strap and gently slides it in through your entrance and you squeak into the kiss. She gives you a second to adjust then she goes and moves in and out of you quickly and hard. You start gasping and moaning and she does check in with you. “Is this ok?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes, ple-please d-don’t stop!” You tell her and she smiles. She puts one of your nipples in her mouth and you come again 20 seconds later. She doesn’t stop though and you’re over sensitive as you already came twice.

“I still have to come baby.” She tells you and you whine. You end up coming again and then she comes right after. She stops immediately and leans her head on your shoulder and catches her breath. Then she pulls out of you gently and flops over beside you on her back. She takes the strap off and grabs the Kleenex on her nightstand. She cleans both of you then spoons you. You shift so that you’re on your side so you can spoon properly. She leans up a bit and kisses your forehead then lays back down and pulls you in closer to her.

“I really enjoyed that.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Good, I’m glad.” She says and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t know you’d be so intense.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Well I guess a week of being ignored would do that.” She says and you laugh. You turn around in her arms so that you’re face to face and she smiles at you. “Hi beautiful.” She tells you.

You smile back at her. “Hi Mel.” You say. “This wasn’t a one time thing right?” You ask cautiously.

“Of course not. I want to do it again. For as long as you’ll have me.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well I guess unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.” You tell her teasingly.

“Oh, I’m so unlucky that I have to wake up to this beautiful face every morning.” She says and boops your nose and you giggle. You then nuzzle into her neck and fall asleep. She wraps an arm protectively around you and falls asleep as well.

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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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mmf' , i just want eldritch/cthulh!könig to take care of me. headcannons for him because he rots my mine, day and night ... :(

cthulhu!könig who finds himself crawling towards you with his lengthy cock hanging heavy, smelling your period blood from a mile away. he eats fish and dead men, sunken boats that dare to cross his path, along with deceased sea animals. he can't help himself from wrapping his long, murky tentacles around your thighs, keeping your cunt against his mouth as he drags his tongue up and down between your wet, sloppy slit.

“please, sonne, just relax against me. taste so good, so good for me..”

cthulhu!könig and his jealousy issue. he can't stand seeing other sea gods flirt with you in an attempt to swoon over you. but god, he loves making you ride his tentacles after declining them, easing down onto his thick limp, suckers grazing against your gummy walls.

cthulhu!könig who orders you to chant his name while he fucks you. usually, his sex is slow and sensual, with one tentacle stuffed inside youe sweet, precious pussy and another silencing your whiney sounds. but, he adores your stuttered sounds as you chant his name like a prayer to an ancient god.

cthulhu!könig and his breeding kink. he's so fascinated with the idea of breeding you, to see you with a human/octopus hybrid, cradled in your arms. but, due to his issues with jealousy and your attention, he prefers it just being you two. though, he does mention getting you pregnant while you cockwarm a tentacle, his suckers leaking out their substances into your womb, making you sob out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“gott, ich möchte dich geschwollen mit meinen babys sehen, einen kleinen oktopus, der in diesem bauch wächst ... meine süße meerjungfrau, du bist so naiv, du weißt nicht, was du mit mir machst, keine ahnung, oder?”

cthulhu!könig being overprotective and possessive of you. you're his most prized possession, a mortal, a human soon to be turned to immortal once he impregnates you with his offspring. he hates whenever other sea gods have their eyes on you, glaring at the before snarling, brushing the wet hair stick to your forehead as he eases your head into the water, washing your hair.

cthulhu!könig who always buys you proper pearl necklaces, as well as other shells. the faint sounds of the ocean in the distance, the sun just rising above the horizon, breathless from könig's tentacles wrapped tightly and securely around your waist. he definitely scolds you whenever you complain, hissing at you and being strict, keeping you from ever leaving.

“don't, meine schatz ... still still, sonnenschein.”

he has a fear of someone taking you, so he usually stays with you. he'd kill for you, other sea gods, do anything to keep you from going back to society.

cthulhu!könig and how he coos at you for being so grumpy and pissy about being away from your friends and family. why do you need anyone else? let the 10ft muscular giant with a gut keep you safe!! your life isn't in jeopardy or danger, just spread your legs and let him treat you right.

⭒ if you want to correct any german, please do so! im not educated on the german language so i have to use a translator for it, but i don't mind constructive criticism to help with it :)

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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(do i have ur notifications on… yeah)

no bc if ghost did that to me id get so snarky afterwards 😭 like yeah it was my slip up my bad. but damn fuck off !! i think id bite his hand in retaliation or smth which wld def… yk get me punished but my bad man … srry im snarky… good luck and all that..

- 🌙

hmmmm you referring to yourself with animal terms and then getting all pissy about it would just make him tease you more. "oh? puppy thinks she isn't a puppy now? what'd you just call this then?" and shaking your hand in his grasp, smirks at your snarl. "thought this was your paw?"

like if you pushed back even a little with this he's amping it up way more. gets so much meaner and more condescending about it.

and if you bit him... ohhhh he's treating you just like he would a naughty puppy, says you need more training with a mean scowl. a few hard smacks to your ass, a rough hand on your neck. goes alllll in with the puppyplay the rest of the day, forces you to stay on your hands and knees and crawl behind him the rest of the day. keeps a tight hand on your leash and tugs when you fall too far behind. makes you bark, and if you try to talk too much he'll eventually muzzle you. laugh and pet you when you glare up at him, smiles down and calls you good puppy

#🌙 anon #i have notfs on for like 10 blogs lol i feel you crescent moon #asks and answers #dlmliyh #bo writes

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wolfiemcwolferson · 7 months ago

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hi i love you my prompt is flashing lights

Hi River…I love you

This is back when I was offering 5 plot points from a prompt so.

A firefighter/EMT AU.

1. Charles is working in some corporate field and he’s having a really terrible time. He has some kind of “my distant rich aunt” situation and suddenly he doesn’t need to work to live. He needs to WORK, but he doesn’t need to kill himself in finance to do it. He’s sitting around with his roommates and they’re talking about what he wants to do - what his dream is. And he’s like “I’m gonna be a paramedic”. They obviously try and talk him out of this, but he’s got some story about being in a car accident as a kid and breaking his leg and how the EMT on the scene was the single person he remembers from that whole thing and so he does it. He quits his job to become an EMT.

2. Charles starts at a station, and it’s like normal shit that happens to a rookie. But. Of course, there’s this GORGEOUS firefighter who is so funny and so kind and asks Charles about his life.

3. They get closer and closer. Pierre is always looking out for Charles. Charles has a terrible call and Pierre takes him out for coffee. They talk about how to survive this job. Charles listens to Pierre talk about his own struggles. Charles develops a crush, and he feels terrible about it because he is pretty sure Pierre has a girlfriend. He’s always talking about this girl and she picks him up sometimes and they just seem. Very cozy.

4. Pierre gets a minor burn on a call and Charles is treating him, grumpy because Pierre scared him and his stupid crush has flared up and Pierre is NOT HIS. He says something about how he’ll call Nora and have her come to the house and pick him up. Pierre is the “?????” meme. “Why would Nora come and pick me up?” Charles. Embarrassed “because I would want to make sure my boyfriend was okay and safe?” And Pierre is so so so fucking smug. “Nora is not my girlfriend. She is my best friend’s girlfriend, but I’ve known her since high school. It’s why we’re so close.” But now Pierre understands why Charles was a) freaking out and b) pissy. “You can drive me home, Cha.” Pierre whispers. “If you want to make sure I am okay and safe.” Charles glares at him but agrees.

5. The epilogue is of the two of them moving into this apartment together, trying to at least unpack the silverware so they can eat before their shift.

#Piarles #my firefighter Pierre agenda will never end

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butch-blu-scout · 1 year ago

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hi!!! if your requests are still open could you write something with scout x reader 🤞 maybe some angst if you're up for it??? (im a sucker for angst) thank u !! 🐌

Hi! Of course they're still open! This is actually the first ask I've gotten in a while lol. Feel free to send in more if you have other ideas ^-^

I've never been very good at angst but here's my best shot. It's very dramatic. My other idea for this was infidelity but I thought that might be too sad (however if anyone wants to see that feel free to send a request).

Thank you to @schlong69420 for helping me brainstorm.

Warnings for: insecurity, angst and feels (to the best of my abilities)

Word Count: 760

Scout often wondered about how people really felt about him. I mean, really felt. Sure, some of his teammates called him annoying, or treated him like a little brother- but he knew that was all in good faith. At least they'd tell him to screw off to his face if he got too annoying.

But it was harder to figure things out when it came to folks outside the team, and by "folks" I mean his partner, and by "his partner" I mean you.

Scout had been particularly energetic today, way more than usual. He had been chatty to everyone, including you. He was all over the field, hardly able to concentrate of the objective. He ran to every explosion, every shout, anything that he heard immediately grabbing his attention. It was frustrating for everyone on the team, even Scout was getting annoyed with his own inability to focus.

It was safe to say that they lost the match.

After the match everyone had glared at him whenever he tried to lighten the mood. Usually it worked, but today not so much. But he kept trying.

"Hey ya know- those guys were prolly cheatin' anyway. So really-" Scout was cut off.

"Son- will you just can it?" Engie snapped, "We lost. Everyone knows it's your fault. Everyone else has accepted it, you need to do the same before you get a black eye."

That shut him up real quick.

That was Scout. He tried all the time to be there for everyone else, to lighten the mood, to make everyone feel a bit better. Even if he was the butt of the joke. It was just who he was. But today... he just felt like he was too much. For anyone. Even you.

You hadn't seen Scout since he'd left the showers. Usually after he hit the showers, you both headed straight to his room to hang out, watch movies, whatever. But when you knocked on the door he wasn't there. You'd even double checked to make sure he wasn't just asleep, but he wasn't there. Which was odd for him.

You went searching, checking the kitchen, and the lounge area, The garage, even the Med-Bay, but he wasn't there. Nobody seemed to know where he went either, that or they were still too pissy to want to find him.

You were almost to Sniper's camper when you finally spotted him. You had turned around to check for critters when you saw the glint of something on the roof of the base. Dogtags. It didn't take much walking to see the small dash of bright red curled up on the roof.

Climbing up the roof was quick work if you knew where the secret ladder was (it was in Sniper's room, which he never used). It wasn't hard to sneak up behind Scout either. He was too lost in his thoughts (usually a bad thing when it came to Scout).

"Hey baby," You sat down next to him. He jumped at your sudden intrusion, he calmed fairly quickly though. Scout was still wrestling with his pent up energy, made obvious by the tapping of his leg and his other little fidgets.

"Hey sweetheart, ya scared me. What uh, what bring ya up here?" He asked.

"Oh, well I was looking for you." You explained, "You disappeared after the match today. I though we were gonna watch a movie tonight?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry I um.. Just needed to clear my head. Didn't wanna keep botherin' anybody."

"Scout."

"What?"

" What's going on with you hm? You're not usually like this."

"It's- I just- It's nothin' really," He scratched the back of his neck, "I'm just being a lot today, and I know it. And I can't even help myself 'cause I don't realize it until it's too late. And then everyone's pissed off at me. And I already pissed everybody off by losin' the damn match, and I really didn't feel like pissin' you off too. 'Cause I knew you wouldn't tell me if I got too annoyin'- 'cause I know you. And I'm probably pissin- you off right now with alla this and I should just stop fuckin' talkin' but I can't and I-"

You wrapped your arms around him gently.

The two of you sat up there for a while, watching the stars. You let Scout talk about everything and nothing, just to get it out of his system. Because, yeah, he could be annoying, and he could be a lot, but that didn't make you love him any less.

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I hope this was good, or at least filled some of your itch for angst ^-^. Sorry that it's kinda short. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for sending a request :)

#tf2 scout #tf2 #scout tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout tf2 x reader #scout x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst #tf2 fanfiction #alex writes content

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 1 year ago

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Tough It Out

it makes me so irrationaly angry that Grey's primary offensive weapon is a FUCKING SAI. AGAINST GUNS AND SHIT????

ao3

Prompt: "They don't care about you"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Grey

Summary: Spyder is kidnapped by Grey and Traeger. Luckily, he's got the life experience to tough it out... ish.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, torture, emotional manipulation, manipulation, referenced abuse and starvation

1448 words

Spyder’s head snapped to the side, reeling in pain from the aggression of the slap. It hurt, sure, but he’d had worse. He looked back up, grinning smugly at his captor. “That all you got?”

Grey glared at him, hitting him again. And again.

He wheezed, but kept up his smile, even as his nose began to dribble blood. He’d had worse.

“You seem frustrated,” he said, peppy as ever, “boss treating you badly?”

“Insufferable brat,” she grumbled below her breath, just loud enough for Spyder to hear. Well, that was pretty rude. “I’ve had just about enough of you,” she said, snatching up a roll of duct tape off a nearby table. He wondered if it was the same roll that had been confiscated off his person when he’d first been captured. He never did leave home without duct tape, after all.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious, but of course, he wasn’t granted the chance. Grey ripped of a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reapproached him with that same level of fury.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious (and so he could save his helpful friend when he got out of here), but he didn’t get the chance. Grey ripped off a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reproached with that same level of fury.

His squirming to avoid it was only half-hearted as she pressed it firmly over his mouth. Why waste the energy?

“We’ll see if you’re more willing after the rest of us eat. Hope you don’t get too hungry, brat.”

He hummed a positive acknowledgement, just to irk her. Grey huffed out a frustrated groan, but turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to starve him, huh? Now that was child’s play. He often went to bed with a deep pit in his stomach, nothing to do but sleep away the hunger. Sometimes he would give in and dig out a long-expired can of spaghetti-o’s or beef ravioli, though… that would bring its own set of problems. There was a reason it was only his most desperate measure.

The point was: he’d had far, far worse than a skipped dinner.

It was like Grey had never even met his parents! Though, considering how sloppy of a principal she’d been, he was fairly certain she hadn’t met most of the students’ parents. Though she had gone through all that recon when she was stalking Ryan… hmm.

Whatever. He could do this literally all day (not that he had much choice, tied up as he was). With nothing better to do, he started humming to himself, mentally reciting the lyrics to every Ariana Grande song he knew.

An hour or two later (maybe more, maybe less. He really had no way to tell), Grey returned, looking no less pissy than she had when she’d left.

In one fluid movement, she ripped the tape off his face (ow).

“Where did they take him?” she demanded.

“Sorry, who were we talking about again?”

She let out a frustrated yell, dragging the chair he was bound to closer, thrusting her pointy weapon thing right against his chest.

Spyder laughed. He’d had enough glass bottles thrown at him, enough shards sunken into his skin, that the threat hardly even registered in his mind. “Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We both know you won’t kill me until my friends show up to save me.”

The sharp tip pressed harder against his skin, nearly enough to draw blood. He really hoped she didn’t rip a hole in his shirt. This was one of the very few he had that wasn’t already ratty.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a smirk.

He shrugged, using the opportunity to nudge the sharp point away. “Eh, I know you want to, but I also know your boss needs me as a hostage, so.”

“I meant,” she said, grinning with teeth that kind of looked like the wolf about to eat a grandmother, “about your so-called “friends” wasting their time to come and save you.”

“Wait, sorry, what?”

She lowered her weapon, like they were about to have a casual conversation between friends. But he’d watched enough documentaries on the animal kingdom to recognize an incoming attack.

“I mean, the robot certainly seems to be functioning just fine without you,” she shrugged, “and it’s kind of obvious that they only like you out of pity.”

He’d only been here for like, a few hours, max, right? At most, they’d only needed to fight one monster in that time, because Traeger was a bitch. But without their weapons specialist… how exactly had they managed a victory? Had they managed a victory?

…Had they replaced him, and put Veracity on weapons? Was she better than him at it?

He flung that thought to the other corner of his mind palace. He was getting distracted and losing focus (not that it was unusual for him). But he couldn’t afford to get anxious right now! “Sure,” he bluffed, as if he knew exactly what was going on with his team, “maybe they’re functioning, but that doesn’t mean anything about them not needing me.” He hoped. “And Ryan, Harris, and I are like, best friends, so fuck off.”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded sarcastically, “because trios are notorious for working out. Which of you usually walked behind the others in the school hallways, again?”

Pfft, that didn’t mean a thing! That just meant that hallways were too crowded, and Spyder just happened to fall to the back… a majority of the time. “Yeah, well. If you don’t think they’ll save me, what’s the point in taking me?”

She pulled her weapon back, studying it in her hand. “Honestly? Traeger thinks they’ll come for you. But I was your principal, remember. I’ve seen the way they interact with you. After you rot here long enough for my boss to get bored… well, I think I’ll enjoy finally shutting you up for good.”

He may have flinched slightly, when she said that. The death threat (or promise, his mind supplied), while far from the first aimed his way, settled at the bottom of his stomach like a rock.

But she wouldn’t get to kill him. Because the others would come for him. What did she know, anyway? Nothing, that was what. She knew even less than Spyder did, and that was saying so much.

At least. That’s what one of the others would say. Spyder liked to think he was smart in some areas — but, you know… he preferred not to bring it up, if he could help it. Because if he showed that he could learn things, they would just be… disappointed in him. For not applying himself harder in the actual important areas. If he could immerse himself in interior design and general architecture styles, why couldn’t he do the same with school?

If he brought it up, they wouldn’t just think he was dumb. They would realize exactly how deeply, hopelessly useless he really was. He much preferred just dumb. At least he could play into that, make it something that could be endearing on a good day.

“Are you gonna torture me for fun or what, lady?” He snapped.

Grey smiled, twirling her weapon in her hand. “I would. But I have more important things to attend to. In the meantime…” she sheathed the blade, then snatched up his roll of duct tape, tearing off a strip. Again. “We don’t need you annoying the neighbors.”

“Bullshit, you don’t have any neighbors out her—” he was forced into silence as she gripped his face hard, forcing the duct tape over his mouth. This time, he did struggle. It made approximately zero difference.

Harris would probably know exactly what percentage of a difference it did make. Probably zero point nine nine nine or something like that. And then he’d judge him for being too stupid to understand what that meant.

The door locked shut with a click as Grey left, and a moment later, the singular lightbulb illuminating his small prison went out, leaving him in absolute darkness.

Great. Great. This was just awesome.

He may have been slick enough to get out of the poorly tied ropes that the butcher had restrained him with in the woods, but this was a whole new ballgame. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get loose.

The important thing was not to panic. There was no reason at all to panic! His friends were coming for him (probably).

He just had to be patient. Which of course, he was… famously bad at.

Fuck.

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checkoutmybookshelf · 8 months ago

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Rereading The Fellowship of the Ring for the First Time in Fifteen Years

Ok, so...stop me if the internet has said this before, but goddamn Tolkien is a master at using setting to affect the mood of a chapter. This forest is depressing as hell, it's creepy, and we had to deal with Old Man freaking Willow. Nobody is having a good time in this chapter, except maybe Tom Bombadil right at the end, and we REALLY need to talk about Sam for a second. So let's talk "The Old Forest."

So before we start, I've been meaning to comment on Fredegar "Fatty" Bolger's nickname for like three chapter and have just...utterly failed to do so, so as we say goodbye to him for the rest of the book, I'm just going to...I dunno, stick a pin in Tolkien's ass for being fatphobic the same way I do George Lucas for nicknaming Jek Porkins "Piggy" (and then the EU passed the nickname onto Voort SaBinring, a Gamorrean who was genetically altered but still kept a nickname that had the potential to be dehumanizing on casual observance, even though Wedge treats it like a badge of honor in Porkins's memory...guys we really need to work on nicknames because COME ON...). Like...literally both these characters have more going on with them than their girth, and we could perhaps ACKNOWLEDGE that. Especially since Fredegar has volunteered to cosplay as Frodo with Black Riders in the area. Like give the hobbit a dang break with that nickname, y'all!!! Not, I suppose, that it's really going to matter because when the gate to the forest clanged ominously shut, the group was well and truly beyond the Shire and had left hobbity things behind.

Which brings us rather neatly to this goddamn forest, and Meriadoc Brandybuck having the sheer nerve to go, "I don't believe any of the stories about boogeymen in the forest, but just so y'all know, the trees watch you as you traverse the forest, they talk, they might poke you if they're pissy, and oh yeah, they might MOVE" is just kind of astounding. Like...Merry. Are you HEARING yourself??? And then we also get this little gem from our favorite competent hobbit about the forest:

They do say the trees do actually move, and can surround strangers and hem them in. In fact long ago they attacked the Hedge: they came and planted themselves right by it, and leaned over it. But the hobbits came and cut down hundreds of trees and made a great bonfire in the Forest, and burned all the ground in a long strip east of the Hedge. After that the trees gave up the attack, but they became very unfriendly.

...So, apparently there is precedent for hobbits going full-on fucking scorched earth when threatened. And were I the Old Forest, I would also be really pissy with the hobbits for murdering a bunch of my fellow trees and literally burning the earth. Like...no freaking wonder the entire trip through this forest is depressing and creepy and it keeps shunting them away from their destination.

I also like the little details about Pippin getting so fed up and uncomfortable that he is full-on pulling an "I didn't burn your friends and I'm not going to do anything to you" and Frodo trying to sing and getting just utterly squelched by the general mood.

The writing in this section was just brilliant on a technical sentence level too; reading the twisty and shunting you away from where you want to go sentences was ENTIRELY as frustrating as navigating the actual forest was--to the point where I had to put down and pick up this chapter like three times to get through it because TOO REAL, JOHN RONALD. That's a skill you see all too rarely in books these days, that the literal sentences on the page and how they are constructed evoke the emotions the characters are feeling and you don't have to do anything to feel it with them because the writing has already got you there. Just incredible, I have to say. (And the petty part of me wants to also shoot a derisive glare and Brando Sando's philosophy of "invisible prose," point at this chapter in Fellowship, and say "suck it." Because I'm just not always that nice a human, and I am not a Sanderson girlie.)

And then we get to Old Man Willow.

I will grant Merry, Pippin, and Frodo that it is ENTIRELY unreasonable to expect them to know what genre they're in. They had no real reason to expect that the sudden overwhelming exhaustion, sudden lack of flies, and weirdly inviting willow tree were basically a venous fly trap. This is literally day one outside the Shire and they're inexperienced hobbits. They absolutely get a pass on not realizing that they were getting whammied this time around.

At which point the question "WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH SAMWISE GAMGEE???" becomes entirely reasonable, because our boy seems to like...repel magic? Here's what the text says:

Sam sat down and scratched his head, and yawned like a cavern. He was worried. The afternoon was getting late, and he thought this sudden sleepiness uncanny. "There's more behind this than sun and warm air," he muttered to himself. "I don't like this great big tree. I don't trust it. Hark at it singing about sleep now! This won't do at all!"

Sam is over here side-eyeing a tree. Correctly. Like...is this his gardener mojo happening? Because he is just this deeply familiar with plants and their ways, he can clock a suspicious tree trying to mind whammy everyone? I'd buy that, if this was the first thing, but it's NOT. There was that thing a couple chapters back where the text put Sam and Gandalf on a level, and then the thing with the elves where they were fine having a frank chat with Sam when they refused to give Frodo details because they didn't think he could handle them. The text is CLEARLY setting Sam up to be both weirdly unflappable in general and also weirdly resilient to and resistant against magic--even for a hobbit.

Like it has been established at this point that hobbit have some natural resistance to evil and magic and that apparently they're not afraid to just burn shit down when threatened, but then we get Sam out here SCOLDING people for not resisting or for misbehaving. Some of my favorite examples from this chapter include:

"You were dreaming I expect, Mr. Frodo," said Sam. "You shouldn't sit in such a place, if you feel sleepy."

and

"If it don't let them go, I'll have it down, if I have to gnaw it."

Literally, Sam looked at a big, evil tree that tried to drown Frodo and squash Merry and Pippin to death and said "I will take you down with my teeth if I have to." This hobbit has exactly zero fucks to give, and there has to be more than just "professional gardener mojo" at work here. I am keeping one hell of an eye on Sam at this point, because he is weirdly unflappable and weirdly magic resistant and frankly he is ALREADY carrying this group of hobbits on his back and we're nowhere near Mount Doom.

Before we have to watch Sam try to take a tree down with his teeth though, we get Bombadil ex machina-ed out of the situation, and yet another person scoops the four hobbits off the road and out of danger to feed them and give them a good night's sleep.

This is starting to be a theme with hobbits. I am seriously starting to wonder if there is a good Samaritan law in Middle Earth that basically goes, "If you find a hobbit on the road, you are morally, ethically, and legally required to feed them and house them for a night" because LITERALLY EVERYONE DOES THIS.

And before the internet jumps down my throat: Yes, guys, I know about hospitality traditions. I know what Tolkien is going for here. But the regularity with which this is happening in these early chapters is giving me The Hobbit vibes, which I was extremely not expecting given how much the internet at large likes to go "Wow, LotR and The Hobbit are so wildly different in tone, it's like they're not related at all." I guess my point is that these first six chapters are reminiscent of that structure, and only Sith deal in absolutes.

We're going to leave it there for this chapter, because I'm not dealing with Bombadil in the machine until his chapter. The TLDR is that he shows up to rescue the hobbits from Old Man Willow here, and brings them home for dinner. We can address the rest next time.

#reread #the fellowship of the ring #lord of the rings #chapter 6 #books and reading #books #books and novels

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saetoru · 3 years ago

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contact photo | sakusa kiyoomi.

synopsis: your roommate is not too happy when his teammates comes over and takes a liking to you—especially when it’s one setter in particular

tags: nsfw 18+, minors do not interact, roommates to lovers, jealous sakusa, possessiveness, afab! reader, dom! sakusa, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, he takes a photo of you after

word count: 2.3k

notes: ty ris again for beta-ing sobsobsob you’re the loml

sakusa likes to think that he’s one to keep his temper under control. sure, he’s a bit blunt and lots of things tend to get on his nerves more often than not—but he’s not one to lose his temper, and he’s certainly not one to let his composure go.

but then you giggle at miya’s jokes. now that, he just can’t seem to ignore.

miya is a sore spot. miya is everything sakusa is not, everything he chooses not to be, everything he can’t be. miya is loud, exuberant, cocky, doesn’t care about being reserved. so of course, it’s not hard for him to let a few flirty comments glide off his tongue, and pretty soon, you’ve exchanged numbers—right before sakusa’s eyes.

sakusa kiyoomi has been raised by his mother and older sister to never treat someone he loves as an object, he knows you’re not someone to own, that you have your own feelings and your own wants and needs—but still, you’re his. he’s not exactly told you that yet, and he’s not exactly made a move either, but you’re still his.

your socks get caught in his compression sleeves in the laundry machine, you have free access to his snacks in the pantry, you know where the spare key to his room is, and he lets you skip out on your turn with sweeping in exchange for doing the dishes—miya atsumu has never had a taste of domestic life with you. and you might only be sakusa’s roommate, but you’re his roommate. his.

not miya’s.

“kiyoomi,” you hiss, rubbing your elbow as he closes the door behind you and presses you against it rather harshly. throwing him a glare, you shove lightly at his chest so he’s not pressed up against you like he is. “what has gotten into you? why are you acting like a pissy teenager—”

“don’t text miya.”

“what are you—”

“do not text miya. ever.”

“are you my dad?” you raise a brow, crossing your arms. he huffs, lips curling into a slight pout, jutting out in frustration as you refuse to just listen to him.

“not miya,” he insists. “anyone but miya.”

“so then bokuto—”

“no.”

“you just said anyone but—” he interrupts your sentence without hesitation.

“anyone but miya and bokuto.”

“then how about—”

“not miya, bokuto or hinata,” he cuts you off again before you can even utter the name. it’s silent for a moment as you glare at each other, your eyes narrowing as you cross your arms.

“so hypothetically if a hot, muscular MSBY volleyball player caught my eye, which of them would i be allowed to talk to if not any of the three sitting in our living room,” you ask sarcastically, and sakusa just barely fights the urge to tell everyone to leave, his own eyes narrowing as he scowls at you.

in a sudden moment of boldness—one he’s not even sure where it’s sparked from, he mutters, “me.”

and then everything pauses for a moment, his eyes widen as he realizes what he’s said, your mouth opens in shock, and there’s a slight hitch in both of your throats.

“what—”

“nevermind—”

“kiyoomi i swear to god if you cut me off one more time,” you warn, holding a finger up to prod at his chest. it’s firm, muscular, and sakusa is certainly hot—he fits into the criteria of hot, muscular MSBY volleyball player a little too easily. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he grits his teeth, nails digging into his palms as he clenches his fists. it’s now or never, he tells himself. now or never. “you’re allowed to talk to me. i’m a muscular MSBY volleyball player.”

“you don’t think you’re hot?” you tease, face breaking into an amused grin, and sakusa relaxes, relief spreading through his veins that you seem to be taking this rather lightly. crossing his arms, he rolls his eyes, fighting off the small bit of blush threatening to bloom over his cheeks.

“that’s kind of being conceited,” he mumbles.

“it’s called being confident. i’m sure miya is a confident—”

and suddenly, you’re being pulled off the door with a harsh tug of your wrist. it all happens at once—the door clicks locked, your back hits his mattress, and he hovers over you, an angry glint in his obsidian eyes as his hand squeezes your cheeks together and forces you to meet his gaze.

“don’t talk about miya either,” he growls, and then his lips are on yours, hungrily kissing you as your hands instinctively fist his hair and tug at the roots. he grunts, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the way his already half hardened length pokes at your thigh. “why do you need his attention when you’ve got mine?”

“kiyoomi,” you gasp, eyes widening when he tugs your pants down and wrenches your thighs apart, rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. you try to grind down onto his thumb and he pulls his hand away, glaring at you.

“you’ll take what i give you,” he spits, “since you’re so greedy for attention.” his lips attach themselves onto your neck, sucking harshly as if he’s making a point to mark you so you know you’re his. whimpering, you clutch onto his bicep—large and bulging, and as you feel his muscles ripple under your palm, you think they might just be larger than miya’s.

not that it matters to you, either way. you don’t think you even remember a time when you didn’t long for your too hot for his own good roommate.

and sure, sakusa’s sweaty form when he comes back from jogs is nice, and so is his shirtless figure when he walks out of the shower, and so is his v-line when his gray sweats hang a bit low on his waist—but the best sakusa kiyoomi is the one who runs to his room from the kitchen after he turns the lights off because he’s scared, or the one who snorts when he scrolls through his phone as he waits for his food in the microwave, or the one who hides his sniffles when he watches cheesy romance films with you.

he’s a hot, muscular MSBY volleyball player, but he’s also a sweet, awkward man you’re in love with, and this isn’t the worst turn of events, you think—definitely not if it means he’s just as into you as you are him.

“k-kiyo, please,” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. he groans at the name, hiding his face into the juncture of your shoulder while his hand reaches for the hem of your underwear, tugging with a quick motion and ripping it off, making you gasp. “hey—”

“i’ll buy you more,” he grumbles, nipping at your skin, “buy you as many as you want so i can keep ripping them off. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks, fingers gathering your slick and sinking his fingers into your folds, curling to find your sweet spot as his palm glides over your clit.

he does it almost expertly—and it fills you up to the brim with jealousy that your cunt isn't the first his fingers have fucked. you know all too well what it means when he comes home early in the morning after a night out of drinking with his team. you know that even someone as closed off as sakusa has had a one night stand or two here and there—but it doesn’t mean you like it.

then again, as long as your cunt is the last he’ll ever fuck with his fingers, you don’t think it can be all that bad.

“fuck, kiyo,” you moan, “like that. ‘m gonna cum,” you pant, digging your forehead into his shoulder as he hovers over you.

his cock is stiff, heavy as it strains against his boxers, and on any other day, sakusa would take his sweet time with you—make you cum on his fingers and tongue until your mind is blank before splitting you open with his cock. but you both don’t have sweet time, and he doesn’t think you deserve it for the stunt you pulled earlier—even if it wasn’t necessarily on purpose.

he slips his fingers out just before you can cum, making you let out a muffled sob against his shoulder and writhe from the dying down orgasm as he reaches to palm himself through his pants. groaning, he frees his aching cock, gathering the pre cum dribbling from the tip and smearing it as he rubs over his length in slow strokes.

“gonna make you cum on my cock so you know this pussy was made for me,” he mutters, hissing at the friction he finally grants himself. “we’ll see if you remember miya by the end of this.”

sakusa certainly isn’t a virgin by any means, but he thinks he might as well be with how fast he thinks he’ll cum as he sinks into your wet cunt, slipping past your folds inch by inch slowly as he groans against your ear. you whine, nails digging into his shoulder as you buck your hips up so he’s buried to the hilt.

you pant raggedly, foreheads pressed against each other’s as he clenches his jaw while he lets you adjust. your hand cups his face, rubbing soft circles into his cheek.

“never took you as the jealous kind, you know,” you giggle breathlessly. you move your hips to signal it’s okay, and he snaps his hips and thrusts into you slowly, steady pace that makes you both groan lowly at the pleasure.

“yeah, well,” he chokes on a moan, sweat clinging to his forehead as his curls press flat against his skin, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“then how about you let me find out.” he doesn’t answer, just pulls you into another kiss, lips molding against yours perfectly as he rocks his hips and fucks you slow, deep, steadily building your orgasm.

his hand moves between your bodies so his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles as he slams into you. skin meets skin, slapping against each other, and your hands wander under his shirt and over his muscles as you explore his body.

you’ve always wondered how he’d feel under your palms, how soft and smooth his porcelain skin must be, how his muscles must be well built and defined, but you weren’t counting on him to be so receptive to your touch. your hands rub over his chest and abs, thumbs finding his nipples and rubbing circles over them, and he groans into your mouth, hips stuttering just a little at the new sensation.

“fuck, wish miya could see how good you take me. wish they all could,” he grunts, hips slamming into you, his swollen tip kissing your sweet spot over and over as you mewl, “so tight,” he rasps, “feel so good. ”

“kiyoomi,” you moan, canting your hips up and meeting his thrusts so he sinks as deep as he can into your wet heat.

“kiyo,” he corrects with a growl, slamming down harsher to get his point across. you whine, hands tangling in his hair and tugging at his curls as your walls flutter around him tightly. he’s rutting into you sloppily by now, losing the steady rhythm as he approaches his high.

“k-kiyo, gonna cum, kiyo,” you say breathlessly.

and his cock can’t help but twitch at the sound of his name off your tongue like that. “never wanna—fuck—never wanna hear you say kiyoomi again,” he pants, “‘s always gonna be kiyo. bet miya wishes you’d call him tsumu, doesn’t he? too bad your pussy’s only ever taking my cock,” he says with a smirk, peppering wet kisses up your jaw as your nails dig into his skin.

“o-only yours,” you agree, voice shaky as you reach the precipice of your high, “only you can fuck me, kiyo.”

“‘s right,” he grabs your hips and squeezes tightly as his balls tighten, ready to release, “cum for me—fuck, so tight.”

one more thrust and you’re falling off the edge and headfirst into your orgasm, feeling it ripple through your whole body as you arch your back and cum with a silent scream. your walls clamp down on him tightly as you flutter around his swollen cock, and he grits his teeth and grunts as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“f-fuck, kiyo,” you sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thumb rubs over your clit to aid you through your peak.

he feels his own orgasm approach, and with a quick motion, he pulls out of your abused cunt and fists his length tightly, stroking himself desperately until he releases all over your tummy, painting your skin with thick spurts of cum as he throws his head back and groans deeply, moaning your name as his orgasm rips through him. he milks himself of every drop, makes sure your skin is covered with every rope he shoots from his tip.

you both take a moment to catch your breaths, and as it finally sinks in that you’ve just fucked your roommate, the man you’ve been convincing yourself you’re not in love with, he reaches to grab his phone.

you blink as you hear the sound of the camera clicking, glancing up as he holds his phone for you to see a picture of your cum coated belly.

“well,” he grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he flops onto the bed beside you, “i’ll just send that to miya so he can set that as your contact photo, then.”

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slasherwife · 3 years ago

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The reader randomly giving the slashers neck kisses😘

Yes 🥺

Y/n Giving Their Slasher Neck Kisses

Summary y/n loves to give their slasher neck kisses, no matter what time of day it is 🥺

Warnings none. Some sexual inferences if you squint. These guys are horny all the time what can I say 😭

Thomas

- He is always open to your kisses! He loves it every time he feels your lips on his skin, neck being his second favorite place (besides his lips ❤️) He loves having cute secrets between the two of you so if you did it randomly he would treat it as a cute inside secret or joke, making him 10x happier throughout his day! He definitely looks forward to them💕

- in the early stages he is a flustered baby boo, wanting nothing more than to ravish and kiss you forever but being too shy to express it 🥺 so when you reach out and give him a neck kiss, expect for the skin beneath your lips to be blazing.

- He’d get extra embarrassed if it were in front of Hoyt or Luda, though Luda doesn’t mind. Hoyt is BOUND to make a snarky comment. But later into the relationship when Tommy’s more comfortable he just glares at Hoyt and continues to kiss you.

Jason Vorhees

- Omg he is so sweet about it! They make his day 100%. If he was capable of giggling, I would expect a giggle every time you laid a kiss on his neck. Doing it randomly brings him so much joy! He’d be super depressed though if you somehow forgot to give him one that day, but I don’t think you will ☺️💕

- Also that’s assuming you can reach him. My guy is 8 feet tall! It makes him blush because it’s like you just made flowers bloom in his heart. You never fail to make his heart swell at how sweet you are 💕

- He probably never gets used to them. Every time you do it he gets the urge to wrap you in his arms and kiss you 100 times back 🥺

Michael Myers

- it takes a while for Mikey to get used to these. Like I’ve said, he’s an old pissy cat. He probably grabs your face and pushes you away the first few times you do it. Just do your cute pouty face and maybe he’ll lay down and let you spoil him.

- It kind of shocks him, if you don’t warn him before you do it he’ll probably get mad. But he’d probably grab you and pull you in, staring into your eyes before making out with you to “punish you”❤️ he’d pretend to be annoyed if you did it randomly but he’d be pouty if you didn’t give him one all day.

- Also if you’re going to give him a kiss or nip on the neck, why give only one? Michael does 0 things half assed, so if he’s in the mood you can expect him to carry you to the bedroom so he can properly ravage you ❤️

Bo Sinclair

- These definitely make his day. Any sort of physical contact between you two makes his mood lift 50% 💕 Giving them to him randomly would make him treasure this little thing you have going on. He would turn it into an inside joke that only you two can enjoy.

- Don’t be mistaken though, Bo is the teasing type. He has a tendency to mask his soft emotions so he’s 100% going to tease you every time you do it. “Oh, need me or something?” He says suggestively, making you blush.

- Making you all flustered and shy is his goal every time in these situations, so I’d expect it every time you lay a kiss on his neck randomly. The only time he wouldn’t reply is when he’s feeling down. He loves you too much to push you away, which he’d do to everyone else.

Vincent Sinclair

- It depends on the setting. If in front of his brothers he would probably get super flustered or flinch away. It’s nothing on you, he just prefers affection like that in private 💕(mainly because Bo is a jealous, teasing b word)

- If in private, he’d definitely enjoy it. He would pull you in, caging you against him so he can take advantage of your kisses 💕

- You randomly giving him neck kisses would certainly make his heart race, like two youngsters the honeymoon phase. He wants to be around you all the time, since you really bring out the passion and excitement in him. Especially with something as simple as surprise neck kisses 😊

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lovelyrocker · 2 years ago

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Staying’s Worse Than Leaving

~ RPF

~ Charmie

~ Timothée x Armie

~ Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, doubt

~ Word Count: 818

Tears fell from Armie’s eyes as he packed his things in his suitcase. His wife of 10 years, Liz, walked into the room and saw him. She paused with confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you last night I couldn’t do this anymore, Liz.” Armie told her, wiping his face.

“You’re kidding, right?!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He glared at her.

“You are really gonna throw away 10 years, Armie?”

“No, I’m throwing away constant arguing, lying, cheating, and toxicity.” He zipped his bag.

“That’s just us. It’s how we are.”

“And we are toxic together.”

Liz scoffs. “If you walk out on this family, you are a pussy.” She tells him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I am not walking on this family; I'm walking out on you.” He clarifies.

“So, all of the couples counseling was for nothing?!” She throws her hands up in disgust.

“Oh, come on. Liz! Therapy was a joke! We both stopped loving each other a long time ago!”

“So that’s it?! You’re just gonna leave?”

“Yeah, because the kids don’t need to hear us arguing every other day. The bad outweighs the good. We don’t have enough good days in between the bad ones.”

“You are such a fucking prick!” Liz snaps. “This is about your little fuck toy, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah right! I’m not stupid, Armie! I know every time you take off you are with him!”

“So why do you want to be with someone who is clearly cheating on you?! It’s not because you love me!” He spreads his arms in emphasis. “You cannot stand me most of the time. I walk into a room, and you roll your eyes in disgust! We never touch or kiss or anything unless we are both half drunk! Do you think that’s good for the kids to see?!”

“So, you think it’s better for them to see their daddy leave their mom for someone else? For a man?!”

“I am not leaving you for him!” He tells her, demanding her attention. “We aren’t even seeing one another!”

“Oh.” She said, raising her brow then a patronizing laugh. “So, this is him giving you an ultimatum. Leave me or he walks.”

“No!” Armie shouted in frustration. “That’s not what this is!” He turned, facing her. “He did point out that I’m treating him unfairly, though.” His voice lowered. “He deserves better than only half of a person. It made me realize that I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t want my kids growing up thinking that it's okay to be in a loveless marriage where all you and your partner do is argue. I don’t want them to see us getting pissy and annoyed with one another for entering a room and thinking that’s normal.”

“So instead of trying harder you just want to walk?”

“There is nothing left here to fight for!” His frustration was getting the best of him. “There is nothing here that I want!”

“You are such a selfish asshole!” Liz yells in his face.

“No, staying is selfish. Putting the kids and myself through this is selfish. Will it hurt? Yes! Will I second guess the decision? Absolutely. We spent 10 years of our lives together. But I would rather that, then regretting this and resenting you later. I want to be able to look back at our marriage and say it was great but not forever. I don’t want to think about it and have it be one of the worst time periods in my life. And that's exactly what will happen if we keep this going.”

“I’m so sure!” Liz rolled her eyes, turning away.

“If you need to make me the bad guy to make this easier for you, that’s fine. Do what you need to.” He shakes his head. “You think this is gonna eventually get better and it’s not. It’s just gonna get worse. We tried hard but it’s just not working anymore.”

“If you think I’m gonna just forgive you when you come crawling back, you’re wrong.” Liz spits out as she walks out of the room.

Armie grabbed his bag and walked down the hall, pausing at the kid’s bedroom. He pressed a kiss to his son and daughter’s head with tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He knew this was what was best for them, but it didn’t make it any easier.

Armie stood with his bag outside of the door with fresh tears welling in his eyes as he gently knocked. The door opened and Timothee stood there, his mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Can I crash here a few days?” Armie asked in a low voice. “I left Liz and I just need a couch til I figure out my next more.”

Timothee pulled Armie into a tight hug and held him as he sobbed in his arms.

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capturethechaos · 3 years ago

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Harsh Words

In collaboration with - @screechesincoherently

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Words - 1584

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

“Hey, I’m really sorry Jake. I fucked up.” Y/n said again reaching over the table snatching one of Jake’s fries and dipping it in his McFlurry before taking a bite.

“What did you do now?” Jake quipped, swatting at her hand.

“I ruined your relationship with your brother.”

“You really think that?” He asked, eating a spoonful of his McFlurry.

“Yeah, I mean you guys wouldn’t have gotten into a fight if it weren’t for me not thinking my shit through.”

—

“You look like shit, did you sleep at all last night?” Josh asked, watching as Jake shuffled out of his bedroom towards the kitchen.

“That’s a great question. Did you?”

“Slept like a baby.” Josh replied, making Jake stop in his tracks.

“Before or after your girlfriend left?”

Josh’s eyes widened, and he immediately straightened up.

—

“We probably would’ve found something to fight about.” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t like that it was over me. It’s one hundred percent because of me and that’s fucked. It should be over shit like the last piece of pizza or not doing the chores.” She said, readjusting in her seat.

“Honestly, I think it was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s no big deal.”

“I haven’t spoken to you in weeks, there has been no communication, even at work we barely talked, it felt like kind of a big deal.”

—

“What the fuck?” Josh

“Yeah Josh, what the fuck?”

“Why are you getting pissy here? You obviously don’t have anything to be upset about.” Josh said, settling back into the couch.

“And why is that huh?” Jake asked, stepping towards the couch,

“Maybe because you just fucked your fifth girl this week. Not to mention that it was Y/n!” He continued, coming to a stop at the arm of the couch, his eyes glaring down at his brother.

“It’s none of your goddamn business who I’m getting with. Fucking prick. You still didn’t answer my question.” Josh said, standing from the couch.

“Why shouldn’t I get pissy about it, she’s my best friend!”

“Let her do what she wants then! Why are you acting like you fucking own her?”

“I don’t, I just give a shit that you’re treating her like some sort of play thing.”

“If she didn’t like it I know damn well she doesn’t have a problem telling me how she feels, she sure as hell likes showing me how she feels.” Josh said, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“God, you’re such a fucking pig. You go after any girl that looks at you just for a quick fuck and then you drop her like she’s rotten. Do you have any idea how distant and weird Y/n has been lately and I thought it was me? No it was because you’ve been fucking around with her and toying with her emotions because you’re a douchebag and have no concern for anyone else’s well being besides your own. Inconsiderate fuck.” Jake said, closing the distance between them.

“You’re assuming a hell of a lot here Jacob, if she’s been weird and distant maybe it’s because she’s more interested in me than you.”

“Is your head really that far up your ass?”

“Is yours?”

—

“We’re talking now aren’t we?” Jake asked, offering a spoonful of his McFlurry to Y/n.

“Yeah, we are.” She said as she took the spoon from his hand.

“I fucked up too, and I missed talking to you.”

“I guess I just don’t know what to do now. You know?” Y/n said, leaning against the back of the chair.

“About what, we’re good now aren’t we?”

“Yeah, we are, but what am I supposed to do about Josh?”

—

“Josh, are you serious right now? Do you two even talk besides when you need to get off and she’s the only one available?”

“You mean like when we’re laying in bed together cuddling after I fuck her so hard she can’t walk?”

“She seemed to be walking perfectly fine when she walked out on you.”

“It’s called aftercare Jake, I carried her to bed, fucked her, then let her rest. I don’t try to get a girl to ride my thigh then leave her to walk around a party wondering what the fuck just happened.”

“She wasn’t comfortable with it when we realized what was going on, I wasn’t going to force her to fuck me just because I wanted to.”

“That’s the difference between me and you Jake— she never asked me to stop, she begged me to go harder.”

Jake saw red, throwing his fist in his brother's direction.

—

“What do you want to do about Josh?” Jake asked as they got up from their seats.

“I don’t know, that’s my thing!”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“I think so, I’m not sure.” She replied.

“You have terrible taste in men.” He said frankly, giving her a playful shove.

“You’re just jealous.”

Jake sent her a glare, which quickly diffused when she began to laugh.

“We could always be those friends who agree to get married if they’re not with anyone by the age of thirty-five.” Jake suggested, opening the door for her.

“That gives us what— twelve years?”

“Do you really wanna be a lonely middle-aged woman? That sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

“Thirty-five is not middle aged.”

“Let’s be real here Y/n, if you’re not married by thirty, you’ll still be single when you are middle-aged.” Jake said, walking up behind her and throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“And who’s to say I won’t be married?” She replied, looking at him with a raised brow.

“No one. That’s why I’m saying if. Because I’m also assuming I won’t be with someone either, and we both know I’m too good looking to pass up.” He had a cocky smirk on his face as he looked back at her, and she lightly elbowed his side.

“Fine, if we’re both not married by thirty-five, we settle for each other.”

“Settle is a harsh word.”

—

“Baby it’s cold, come back to bed.” She said, a yawn escaping her as she spoke.

“I have to go mama, I’m sorry.” I said, slowly turning back towards the bed.

The sight in front of me was like a work of art. The covers draped over her naked form like a wave on the shore. She looked like a marble statue, carved with all the care and intent of someone who had seen a vision of love in its purest human form. The sun was streaming in through the window, painting her in it’s golden hues.

She locked her gaze with mine, mouthing an ‘I love you’ that drew me in.

“You’re irresistible, you know that?” I said, walking back to the bed and crawling to position myself above her.

“Stop resisting then.” She said, placing one of her hands on the back of my neck and pulling me down until our lips were brushing against each other.

“God, I love you.” I said.

“Prove it.”

Our lips pressed together, the ever familiar feeling she brought upon me returning, making my heart skip a beat, and my brain go fuzzy.

Josh woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing, opening his eyes to see the moon shining through his window. He shut his eyes, assuming it was just his brother coming home after the party, but then he heard it, the voice belonging to the same person he had just been dreaming about.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you tonight Jake— I really don’t think I could have dealt with Sadie tonight.” Y/n said, walking through the door behind Jake.

“Yeah, no problem.” Jake said, kicking off his shoes and turning around, seeing his brother's bedroom door open.

Josh was leaning against the doorframe, watching as Y/n undid the laces of her converse. His eyes lifted to meet Jake’s, and Jake shook his head.

Y/n heard the sound of a door creaking, and looked up in time to see the shadow of Josh as his bedroom door came to a close.

“You can take my bed, I’ll just sleep on the couch.” Jake said as they walked into his room.

“No way, I’m not stealing your bed from you Jake. You’ve got a huge bed Jake, just keep it pg and I’m sure we can handle sleeping in the same bed.” Y/n joked, sitting on the bed.

“How can I be sure that you’ll be able to keep your hands off of me?” Jake quipped, pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her to change into.

“I wish I could say it’s difficult not to, but unfortunately you’re not the Kiszka that I wanna run my hands over.” She murmured, taking the clothing from him.

Jake gave her a sympathetic look before turning to exit the room.

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom and get some water, take your time.” He said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Y/n got changed and settled into the bed before she heard a light knock on the door.

“Is it safe for me to enter?” Jake asked.

“Yup.”

He opened the door, walking in with two glasses of water. He made his way over to the bed, placing the waters on the nightstand before climbing under the covers.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He said, shoving his face into his pillow.

“Goodnight Jake.”

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bi-bard · 3 years ago

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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yoimix · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years ago

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Fic: Pepsi Raspberry

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader/you

Warnings: There's a fight and Reader's ex left her with some issues, but nothing super traumatic. Frankie is super cute (and a little needy). I just threw this together on a slow day at work, apologies in advance for errors.

Summary: You fight with Frankie. That's it that's the plot.

A/N: This was honestly supposed to be a piece about feminism and female independence in a relationship but I can't be trusted around Frankie, he totally bippity-boppity-booped me into forgivance. Dickhead. Also I struggled for two and a half hours with the title and that's why it's shit. I hate titles.

Words: 2,416

A loud noise wakes you up, your heart missing a beat. For a moment, you're completely still in bed, scared out of your mind. That was definitely the sound of the front door opening and closing, and someone crashing into a chair. You're as stiff as a board, your first thought being that this is it, this is how you'll die, by the hand of a home invader who's probably going to assault you first and then kill you, or maybe kidnap you and do god knows what to you…

You hear cursing and as you recognize the voice you also realize that if someone wanted to break in, they'd probably at least try to be stealthy about it.

"Frankie?" You mean for it to be a call but it's just a breathless whimper. You wet your lips, finding your mouth too dry.

Heavy, staggering footsteps bring the unknown visitor to the bedroom door and you reach out to turn on your bedside lamp. Blinking blearily towards the soft light is indeed Frankie, a sheepish smile on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" Your fright-induced stiffness leaving your body, you sit up in bed and glare at your boyfriend who was supposed to sleep at his own place tonight after his night out with the boys. His eyes are unfocused and his face shiny, and it's clearly been a good night. You glance at the nightstand, where the red light diodes of the clock tell you that the time is barely three am.

“Sorry, baby. Did I wake ya? There was… there was a chair in the entry. Did you move a chair? There never was a chair there before. Stubbed my toe.”

He limps over to the bed, trying to look as sober as possible while unbuttoning his shirt – “trying” being the operative word, as he’s clearly lost control of his fine motoric skills. He ends up pulling the flannel over his head, but it gets stuck, and he topples over his side of the bed. You draw back a little, wrinkling your nose. He smells of stale beer and cigarettes and moreover: he was supposed to go home. You had both agreed that you'd spend Saturday night apart for once, him catching up with his friends, you with yours, and he'd go home where he could spend Sunday nursing his hangover while you got some cleaning done in your apartment.

“What you are doing here?” you demand again, anger replacing fear. “Can I send you to the shower or will you drown?”

“I’m not a good swimmer,” Frankie acknowledges ruefully as he clumsily rolls over in bed and attempts the next step of getting undressed: undoing his fly and getting his tight jeans off. “Here, baby, gimme a hand, you’re so good at this…” “You deal with it yourself,” you say sternly, in no mood to help. The whole idea of spending one night apart was to get a good night’s sleep – something you rarely get in the same bed as Frankie as both of you are usually too voracious for each other to think about sleep – and for you not to have to worry about a hung-over boyfriend the following morning. On top of that, you’re furious with him for scaring the shit out of you by stumbling in at three in the morning. You almost regret giving him a key but then again: if he didn’t have one it could have been even worse, he could have gone full on Stanley Kowalski outside your window.

“Ah, baby, c’mon… Don’t be like that. Help an old man out.”

Frankie tilts his head up and looks at you with imploring eyes, upside down from you. Half of him is hanging outside the bed and the rest is slipping off, and he looks like he might fall asleep any second. You might as well help him before he goes limp and ends up on the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and crawl over to his side of the bed before climbing out. As you bend over to pick up his legs and lift them onto the mattress, Frankie manages to slap your ass.

“Baby. Hey, baby. Let’s have sex.”

“Not gonna happen.”

You unzip his jeans and yank them down carelessly, pulling Frankie down the bed in the process.

“Whoa, wild thing,” he murmurs thickly, his eyes falling shut. “Careful of the joystick, you don’ wanna damage that or you won’ be able to fly anymore…”

You don’t bother with an answer, he’s not going to remember it anyway. You help him off with the t-shirt as well and when you’re about to tuck him in, he grabs you by your wrist with a move much quicker than you had thought him capable of in his state. He pulls you down over him, the other hand squeezing your ass.

“Sex,” he mumbles. “Love you, baby, and I wanna be in you fo’eva.”

You try to avoid the smelly, wet kisses that he keeps pressing to your neck and shoulder. While you can appreciate him being horny for you in any situation, you’re still mad about him being here at all.

“You need sleep and I want it,” you tell him as you squirm out of his hold. Returning to your side of bed, you ignore the puppy eyes look he gives you as you turn off the lights.

“Not sleepy,” Frankie protests weakly before he’s out cold. He starts to snore loudly and you sigh in exasperation.

You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

You barely sleep for the remainder of the night and when you finally give up and get out of bed, you're in a pissy mood. Not even two cups of coffee and the fancy bread rolls you bought at the bakery yesterday to treat yourself this Sunday morning make you feel better. You down a painkiller to combat the beginnings of the headache you feel creeping up on you before starting on your chore list. The clearing of the closets in the hall is the first task and you get to it, trying to find some satisfaction in the fact that you're getting your things in order.

As the hours pass by, you do your best to work around the tasks on your list that would generate noise, such as vacuuming. You may be pissed at Frankie but you're decent enough to let him sleep for a little while longer. However, you finally face the fact that if you're to get everything done in time for you to actually enjoy the rest of your day off and open that novel you've been dying to read, you're going to have to start the vacuum cleaer. If Frankie wanted to sleep until three pm he should have gone home.

When you turn off the vacuum cleaner, you hear Frankie groan in the bedroom.

“Babe?”

You're not really in the mood to talk to him but you go check on him, just in case he needs help to get to the bathroom. Nursing his hangover is the last thing you want to do today but you also don't want to clean up vomit.

He looks like a wreck with his hair standing out in every direction where it's not plastered to his skull, puffy eyes, and pale face.

“Morning.” Your tone is short but he doesn't seem to notice. He grunts and rubs his forehead with one hand, the other reaching out of bed towards you.

“C'mere. I wanna cuddle.”

“You smell,” you shake your head. “Get up already, I want to change the sheets.”

He groans again and retracts his arm, draping it over his forehead.

“One more minute. Or hour. It's so early and my head is killing me.”

“Not my problem, Frankie.”

Frowning, he looks at you, clearly bothered by the sunlight washing the room in light. You don't offer any explanations.

“Is there coffee?” he asks eventually.

“No.”

“Can you make some?”

“Make it yourself.”

He blinks at you, surprised.

“What's wrong, baby?”

You go to the other side of the bed, grab the pillow and start to take off the pillowcase.

“Just get out of bed. I have shit to do.”

Frankie sits up slowly, his head clearly bothering him when he moves from a horizontal recline to a vertical seat. He takes a moment, eyes closed and hand on his bare, soft stomach, before looking up at you.

“What's up with you?”

There's a hint of accusation in his voice and that does it for you. You slam down the pillow onto the bed and cross your arms in front of your chest as you glare at him.

“You scared the shit out of me last night, Frankie! I thought I was being burglared!”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” he mumbles, his apology meaning nothing to you because you can clearly see that he doesn't understand the terror you felt last night.

“We agreed that we'd spend the night apart, what the hell did you come here for and ruin my sleep and my morning?” you demand, raising your voice a little despite yourself. Frankie hates yelling. “Did you think I'd take care of you, tip-toe around you all day, serve you coffee in bed and junk food on the couch while you get to feel sorry for drinking too much?”

“What, no, what are you – “ Frankie seems utterly confused, the state of him most likely partly to blame. “Can you please keep your voice down?”

You pull at the duvet, stuck partly underneath him. “Move.”

“Jesus...” he mutters as he slowly gets out of bed. He stands still for a moment as if to recalibrate as he adjusts his boxers, before sluggishly dragging himself to the bathroom. You strip the bed and as soon as Frankie's out of the bathroom and heading into the kitchen, you take the sheets to the washing-machine and start it. And just because you're feeling like a bitch, you throw Frankie's clothes out of the bedroom, letting them land on the floor, before vacuuming.

When you're stowing away the vacuum cleaner into the cleaning closet, Frankie confronts you. He's now dressed but that doesn't help his half-dead appearance.

“Why are you being like this?” He's still struggling to understand you. It's typical Frankie: he always tries to talk about things, bring clarity into every issue.

“Like what? What am I like?"” You're being a brat, you know, but you have no desire to be an adult right now. Frankie really doesn't seem to understand: the frown seems permanently etched into his face and he looks so different from his usual soft, easy-going self.

“Mean. You're being mean!” The last word comes out harshly and you can tell Frankie's losing his customary cool.

“So when I have plans to spend a day apart from you and be my own person, I'm being mean?” you spit. He looks at you like you're suddenly speaking in a foreign language.

“What are you even talking about?” The exasperation is plain to see, and it somehow makes you even angrier.

“This isn't your mama's bed and breakfast that you can just check into whenever you feel like it, Frankie!”

“Fuck,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can't deal with this right now.” He pulls out his phone. “I'm getting an Uber.”

“Good!” you quip. “Fuck off home, like you should've done at three in the fucking morning!”

Without waiting for a reply, you stomp into the bedroom and slam the door. A few seconds later, you hear the front door slam as well.

[+++]

Sorry I showed up unannounced in the middle of the night. I just missed you. Didn’t want to go home and sleep without you. Call me, okay? I Love you.

You stare at the text message and feel bad, no, not bad: really fucking awful. It took you a few hours to calm down; hours that you spent playing angry music while finishing your list of chores. Afterwards, you didn’t feel that satisfying sense of accomplishment you usually experience after a good cleaning. Your head still hurt, so you went to your newly made bed which smelled fresh and nice even with the spread on top. You slept until late afternoon and woke up by the beep signaling the text.

You’re conflicted. The fact that he missed you is so sweet but there’s something about the statement that annoys you. He’s a grown-ass man, for chrissakes, and he should be able to be without his girlfriend for one single fucking night. And then guilting you into calling him with I-love-you’s and his fragile feelings? Fuck that noise.

And still. You know what Frankie’s like: physical, devoted, kind. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever been with. Not like your last boyfriend, who would pull shit like this all the time: show up at your place at all hours of the day (or night) whenever he wanted something from you. Sex. Comfort. Sympathy. Who would text and call you all the time when you were out with friends because he couldn’t find his way to the fridge without your help.

Reluctantly, you hit the speed dial button to Frankie, and he picks up almost immediately, saying your name with barely contained urgency.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi. You okay?” Such a Frankie thing to do, make sure you’re okay after a fight where, technically, he’s the injured party.

“Not really. You?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You mean the hangover or this morning?”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Both, but I meant the hangover.”

You exhale in an amused little sniff.

“I’m sorry, Frankie. Do you… wanna come over?”

“I’d love to. Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Neither have I. I’ll pick something up. Burgers from that place you like?”

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of burgers but you’re more concerned with the sudden tears that rise in your eyes. Oh, Frankie.

“That would be great,” you manage, wiping at your eyes. Get a fucking grip!

“Parmesan fries?” he queries, but all he gets from you is a sob. “Baby?”

“I love you,” you sniffle. “You’re the best.”

“Aww, babe. I love you, too.”

You draw a deep breath to calm down, a little embarrassed at your emotional outburst. It’s not like you, but it’s been a weird day.

“You still there?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“Pepsi Raspberry for you?”

You start crying.

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