#I SAID I HAD THOUGHTS AND I WOKE UP AT 3AM TO WRITE THEM DOWN

[lasarcasticpanda]

while the whole hospital scene is an example of the joel that everyone has been wary of, it's also a joel that hasn't been seen in 20 years. like, the whole episode is.

this joel is joking and gentle and attentive to try and cheer up his daughter. he's worried and fumbling a little in the excusion but diving headfirst in trying to comfort her and show how much she means to him and asking her to allow him to help her find/be a reason to keep fighting to be here. just like she is for him.

and then people in uniform with guns threaten her (again) and he has this moment of helplessness (again). only. only.

this time, it's not an immediate death. he has time this go around to actually do something.

and he does it without a second thought. in the aftermath of the opening of this reprise, he becomes the one man army he couldn't be for sarah. yeah the hospital is the joel everyone has been wary of, but its that joel with the purpose of joel-from-before and god help any motherfuckers who get in his way.

in the game, when marlene and joel are talking, she tells him: "this isn't about you, or even her - there is no other choice here."

she was right. there was no other choice, never was, not for joel.

[kira-fluff]

hi,can you do yn who sleeps with no pants pt3 with kenma and suna please?

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!!

a/n: i finally got my new laptop today so it's back to writing ^^

tw: language, NSWF, kenma's is a lil more than that lol (why? idk)

pt. 1 pt. 2

kenma kozume

you liked to sit and watch while kenma gamed, smiling as you heard the curses he said under his breath at a loss, or the smirk at a triumphant win. you laughed to yourself as you sat this time at 3am, recalling how kenma used to wake up early just to play his video games when he was younger. now that he was older, he had the luxury of playing as late as he wanted. the two of you hadn't been dating for very long, still very much in the kiss-hand-holding phase, so you balked in surprise when kenma suddenly said, "hey, are you sleeping here tonight?" while his eyes were still glued to his screen. you choked on your words. this was a big step for you, but not one you didn't want to take. you were just surprised at how causally he had brought the whole topic up. it seemed to shock you too evidently because he then added, "you don't have to though." you shook your head, "no, no, I want to. it's getting late, ken. lets get to bed." normally, kenma would fight tooth and nail to get even one more hour of gaming time like you were his mother, but he also knew it was out of concern that you often asked him to finish for the night. however, this time, kenma felt no need to continue pressing the buttons in rhythm with his console. you decided then and there that you would take the leap, and change in front of him. slowly, you lifted up your shirt. the rustling of fabric caused kenma to turn around in time to see your breasts bounce free from your bra. he whipped his head back in time for you not to see, his ears beet red. "kenma?" you said quietly. "..hmm?" "I-uh--well. so, when I sleep, I can't sleep when I have pants on..." kenma swallowed. "no problem." in all honesty, kenma didn't wear them either. he wore clothes for comfort, not for style, and the same was for sleeping. being able to be free from the confines of clothing was one of his favorite reasons for finally turning to going back to sleep. when you pulled down your shorts, exposing your panties, his eyes pooled with a dark gold. still, he pushed the thoughts away and instead decided it was time for him to head in too. after removing his sweatpants after turning off the light, he heard a little gasp as he slipped into the covers. kenma's bare leg had rubbed against your own. he wasn't wearing pants either? you could scarcely hold yourself together as you searched for things to think about other than the fact that your boyfriend was lying down next to you, pant-less. that morning you awoke in kenma's arms, the warm feeling of his chest against your back. <3

suna rintarou

you and suna ended up sleeping at each other's houses for the night several on several occasions. after watching movie with your best friend since middle school, it was pretty much a given that you didn't care much what the other did. still, you hadn't really reached the gap where you could step in and possibly admit your feelings for him. so, whenever he spent the night or vice versa, you would slide into the bed you both agreed to share (because who really cares?) with your complete pajama set on. you figured you would be going too far if you decided to be comfortable and take off your little shorts. this, of course, made it difficult for you to sleep. you moved around in an effort to get more comfortable, but all that did was rearrange your shorts so they were almost reversed - front in the back, back in the front. you sighed. "why do you keep rolling around like a burrito?" "that makes no sense." you said. "burritos are rolled." he said in the obnoxiously snarky way he speaks when he thinks something is obvious. "why are you awake arguing with me about burritos?" you muttered. "because you woke me up."m "it's just hard for me to fall asleep right now. it's too.. hot in here." "liar. the a/c is on full blast." he said. you sighed again, "well I'm just uncomfortable, ok?" he sat up a little, resting his head on the palm of his hand, his head turned to you. "why?" "it's really stupid and embarrassing." "everything about you is stupid and embarrassing." he smirked. he was rewarded with a flick on his forehead. "shut up, rin." his stare urged you to speak once more. "well," you began, "I can't sleep if my pants or shorts are on." he was quiet for a moment before his voice came out in a rasp, "well then don't wear any." you looked his way, noticing his eyes glowing in the moonlight creeping through the blinds. "but we're...friends." he swallowed thickly. "doesn't mean you can't take your shorts off--" he cut himself off. "it doesn't mean you can't be comfortable. there's covers anyway." you stared at him in apprehension before bringing your hands to your hips below the covers. slowly, you pulled them down, only the sound of the sheets and fabrics ruffling. suna sounded a bit like he was getting hot too because he was panting a bit when you turned to him. you looked at him with a questioning expression. "sorry.." he muttered, "kinda hard to breathe in here with the air quality and stuff." you were well aware the windows were closed and that was probably bullshit, but you decided not to press further. "well, anyway. thanks. goodnight." you smiled meekly, turning to your side. what you weren't aware of was that suna wasn't able to sleep a wink that night, much less when you shoved off the covers while sleeping (I guess you were actually a little bit hot). suna was suffering, truly, as he tried not to stare at the bottom half of you - only panties covering you. the morning couldn't come soon enough for him.

[lucifersdickriderdotnet]

Sick and Tired

Summary: you can't say that anything about having a chronic illness is fun, but at least you have friends who care about you. 2.7k words

Disclaimer: GENDER NEUTRAL READER I wrote this in one go at like 3am. So. All of the brothers are in this but it's more platonic than anything else? If you want you can read it as romance because I did imagine kissing several of them on the mouth while writing it. also shout out to the author on ao3 that called Asmo "Momo" and then pointed out that it means "peach" in japanese. I did steal that nickname. lmk if it was you though bc I will credit you.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with a mystery disease that has been plaguing me since I hit puberty. I'm going to be very real, I wrote this for myself as a way to cope because I got #sad. it sucks, for sure, but there are some things that make it more bearable and isn't that how life works anyways?

The cool thing about being a human in what is essentially hell is that when diseases happen, you are more or less immune to them. The bad part about being a human in what is essentially hell is that you’re human and it’s essentially hell. Because of this, there are some things that you’ve had to explain to your housemates, or to an overeager Diavolo, or to a concerned Luke. You had to talk Lucifer down from renovating the whole House to put in an elevator because he was “worried about your flimsy human joints.”

“I have bad joints, regardless.” You remember saying, “I’m a human, it comes with the territory. Don’t put an elevator in the House, I don’t like them anyway.”

You’ve had to explain that while you’re grateful that they managed to find vitamin D supplements, they’re meant to be just that, a supplement to spending time in the sun, something the Devildom doesn’t have. So while your symptoms have been alleviated, they have not been fixed. Levi fixed this by buying you something like a heat lamp.

“Where did you even find this?” You’d said after he’d forced you underneath it.

“You’re gonna hate the words that are going to come out of my mouth.” His hands stilled from where they were busy attaching it to the wall by your bed.

“Just tell me.”

“Some demons used to, emphasis on ‘used to’, own humans as pets. So they made these little lamps to mimic the sun or whatever.” You blink at him, rapid fire before shrugging a little.

“Humans used to own each other.” He turns his head to gape at you like a fish.

“What?”

“Yeah it was a whole thing. There are still lasting repercussions that echo through our modern society.”

“That’s insane.”

“I thought I told you before that human cruelty knows no bounds.”

Solomon of course, is no help, because while he may be human, he is old. You’d complained of jaw pain once, something about your teeth aching.

“It might be a demon.” He’d said this confidently at the one dinner a month he’s allowed to have with the brothers. As per the dating-Asmo-agreement he made with Lucifer.

“It might be a what?” Satan’s head whipped towards Solomon so fast you thought he broke something.

“A demon. Tooth pain is caused by little demons in the teeth.” You stared at him like he grew a second head.

“No, it’s not. It’s caused by bacteria eating away at your teeth. And that’s just for cavities. This could be something completely different. Also, I don’t think humans have believed the demon teeth thing in forever. God, you’re old.” Your frustrated rebuttal of Solomon’s “wisdom” had not stopped the brothers from checking you up and down for curses or signs of possession.

So, for the most part. It’s fine, and you don’t mind explaining these things to them just like they don’t mind explaining demon culture to you. This though, you’ve never been able to explain to anyone, so you can’t explain it to them either.

—

“I’m so tired,” it’s noon and you woke up from sleeping two hours earlier. Asmo has dragged you out of the house for some shopping spree, and while you were excited to go, your energy levels have quickly depleted.

“But darling! We just started!” Despite saying this, he’s walking towards the register with the clothes he’s decided he likes, willing to cut his trip short if it’s for you. You shake your head.

“No, no, keep shopping. I’m always tired, Peach.” He hums and goes back to perusing the shelves while you stay seated by the dressing room for his mini fashion shows.

You don’t just get tired while hanging out with Asmo, it happens everywhere. Beel has to catch your head when you almost faceplant into your lunch. You spend a Devildom History class fighting to keep your eyes open while Satan takes twice the amount of notes as usual so you don’t fall behind. Levi asks you to watch a special livestream of a Sucre Frenzy concert and you have to sit down halfway through because you’re suddenly dizzy. You even fall tired while driving Mammon’s car, once.

He’d been in the passenger seat, fretting over your every move, and you’d understood despite the fact that it was incredibly annoying. This car was his baby, something he was incredibly proud of, something he worked hard to get. Still, having someone freak out over your driving usually makes it worse.

You’d been gently reassuring him of your skills when you felt it, the familiar pull of your eyelids, the way your brain seemed to slow down. It takes you a second longer than it should to register the red light and you have to slam on the brakes to avoid running it. It’s not too soon after that when you decide to pull over and have Mammon drive you home. You fall asleep on the way back.

—

This all comes to a head when you manage to outsleep Belphie.You aren’t sure how you did it, honestly. You went to bed on Friday afternoon and vaguely remember being woken up because a meal was ready. You remember making some sort of affirmative noise and then going back to sleep. You have hazy memories of stumbling to the bathroom and chugging down bottles of water, but mostly it was just sleep. Then, Belphie is shaking you awake. He’s saying something you can’t quite hear and Beel is picking you up and carrying you to the living room and the lights are so bright it turns your brain back on.

“Belphie, did you do somethin’?” It’s Mammon’s voice, accusatory. Someone pokes your cheek.

“So you kill a guy once and suddenly everything that happens to them is your fault?” His reply makes you snort.

“Did you or not?”

“No. This is… this is something else.” He sighs and then one of your eyelids is being manually opened so he can make eye contact with you before he lets go and your head drops slightly. “I know what my sin feels like. I know what Sloth feels like. It’s a choice, mostly. It’s the action of choosing to do nothing rather than something. This is something else. Something completely different.” You yawn and scrub at your eyes, finally opening them to stare at your posse.

“Did I get a fanclub while I was napping?”

“You’ve always had a fanclub,” Levi says quietly.

“Napping? You call that a nap?” Asmo pokes your cheek and you assume he’s the one who did it the first time.

“How do you know they have a fanclub?” Satan turns his head to Levi and his brother turns a bright shade of red.

“I’m the president.” He says. Beel raises his hand.

“I’m VP. We hold meetings every Wednesday. Lucifer pretends it’s stupid but he’s always in the club room ‘doing student council work’.”

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Lucifer finally interjects, not wanting to deal with his brothers’ needling. Satan grumbles something about him being a loser under his breath. “Are you aware of how long you were asleep for?”

“I mean, I dunno,” you stretch your arms above your head and almost hit someone in the face. “I remember someone coming to me about dinner, so probably a while. Why?” Lucifer sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

“It’s Sunday afternoon.” You stare at him blankly.

“This is the worst joke you’ve ever told.”

“I am not joking,” he says and Levi shoves his D.D.D under your nose. Sure enough it says that today, the day you are finally awake, is Sunday. It says that it’s 2pm. You’ve slept for almost a full 48 hours. The thought brings tears to your eyes immediately and Levi freaks out.

“No wait, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when you cry!” His hands are flapping around your face uselessly and it makes you laugh and choke on a wet sob.

“You can back the fuck up, for starters.” Satan bodily pushes his brothers out of the way to get to you, placing a box of tissues on your lap and sitting next to you. Not close enough to touch, but enough so you know he’s there.

“Sorry,” you take a tissue and blow your nose. Beel holds out a trashcan and Asmo pretends not to be disgusted. It’s sweet. “Crying in front of people is so cringe.”

“Being vulnerable and crying is not something you should be ashamed of,” Lucifer says and it’s weird to have your own words parroted back at you.

“Why’re you apologizin’ anyway? ‘S not like you did anythin’ wrong. We’re just worried is all.” Mammon runs a hand over your hair as he says it before remembering himself and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s never been this bad before. I’ve never slept for damn near two days.”

“So this is a recurring problem?” Satan has procured a notebook from out of nowhere and has his hand poised to write down what you’re saying. Presumably to go scour his books for a solution.

“Yeah. It’s … I’m tired a lot. Always, really. I’m tired right now, actually. Sometimes it’s worse than others but … I don’t really know what’s wrong.” You huff, “I was actually in the process of getting tests done to figure it out when I got magic-ed here. Isn’t that funny?”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Asmo is resting his head on your shoulder and you tilt your head so it rests on his.

“Not really. ‘M sorry, Peach. I’d tell you if there was.”

“I always wondered why you had such deep eyebags. I thought it was something in your skincare routine.”

“It’s also genetic.”

“Humans have genes for dark under eyes?” He sounds horrified at the prospect.

“Sure do.”

“That’s miserable.” You laugh at him and he squeezes your hand gently.

“So, yer just… tired.” Mammon asks.

“Mhm.”

“Chronically.”

“Also yes.”

“I didn’t know you knew the word ‘chronic’, Mammon,” Belphie ribs Mammon from his spot on the floor. You kick him slightly.

“Don’t be an ass.” He sighs dramatically and flops over onto his back.

“It’s good to know it’s not a freaky demon thing.” He peers up at you from underneath his bangs.

“Yeah. I’m kind of tired of dealing with freaky demon things. No offense.” There’s a chorus of agreement throughout the room and you can see everyone relax a little now that they know.

“It is a shame though,” Lucifer says, “that it is not demon related.” His brow furrows. “Those I can fix.” You shrug and slightly jostle Asmo’s head.

“Eh. That’s life. Thank you for being concerned though, I appreciate it.” Your stomach grumbles. “I guess I should eat, huh?” Asmo graciously lifts his head off your shoulder and you head to the kitchen, Beel on your tail.

“There’s nothing we can do?” He looks sad, and he’s rubbing his wrist in that way he does when he’s nervous. You’re struck with the realization that Beel is the defender of his family. He’s physically the biggest and the strongest, and he’s been looking after them and taking care of them physically for basically forever. It must be excruciating for him to not be able to help you.

“No,” you shake your head sadly, “I’m sorry, Bug.” You step forward and give him a hug. He returns it and you pretend you can’t feel him cry.

—

Things are different after that. Asmo tries to hang out with you in places closer to the House or in his room. Lucifer pulls you aside and tells you both his room and his study are always open for you if you need them. Beel takes you to the gym with him so you don’t stay too sedentary, but is always willing to stop working out if you need to go home. Satan almost gets into a physical altercation with a teacher over you sleeping in class and you find out later that Belphie gave him nightmares for a week. Levi doesn’t make you sit through as many anime binges anymore, instead separating them up into something more bite sized so you can properly enjoy it. It’s nice, you think, that they’re trying to take your needs into consideration.

Diavolo catches wind of it and sneaks his way over to the House to ask you questions. Walks into Lucifer’s study where you’re trying to do assigned reading like he owns it, and you think that he probably does in some way.

“Diavolo–” Lucifer stands up and Diavolo laughs.

“Don’t worry! There is nothing wrong! I just had some questions for our lovely exchange student.” He sits down in the armchair across from you and you set your notebook down.

“What’s up?” You can hear Lucifer mumbling prayers to a God who will no longer listen to them and it makes you snort.

“I have learned of your condition.”

“I gathered.”

“There is nothing I can do?”

“Do you have several degrees and a shit ton of fancy machinery?” Lucifer chokes at your language. Diavolo smiles at you.

“Can’t say that I do.”

“Then, no. There isn’t.” He hums thoughtfully and you busy yourself with trying to figure out Lucifer’s Demonus organization pattern. It doesn’t seem to be by age, so maybe it’s by color?

“What does it feel like?” Diavolo’s question draws you out of your comparison of two almost identical wine reds. You think one has a brighter undertone but that could be the color of the label.

“Have you ever been tired?”

“Indeed.”

“Have you ever not slept, for like, a whole day, and you can feel that your brain isn’t working at maximum capacity?” He nods. “Have you ever felt like you were trying to run in a swimming pool?”

“I can run in swimming pools.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you run through slime?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s like that. It’s being so tired that you know you aren’t operating at your best and being able to do nothing about it. It’s like moving through water. It’s never getting enough sleep. I could sleep the perfect amount for a human my age and I would still be down to take several long naps throughout the day. And it’s not something I can ignore, either. I can’t just power through it. Because after a while, it starts to hurt.”

“Hurt?” He frowns, and it’s weird to see him not smiling.

“Yeah. It’s. When I get too tired my eyes will hurt. It feels like they’re grapes and someone is squishing the life out of them. It feels like a thousand tiny needles poking at my eyes. It feels like someone is squishing the bridge of my nose in their fist and refuses to let go. It makes my stomach hurt, it makes me nauseous and sick, and it makes me dizzy and it’s awful.”

“I see.”

“So, I have to sleep. I have to sleep because if I don’t it hurts and if I manage to get through that my body will make itself sleep, anyway. It’ll just turn off, regardless of if I want it to or not.”

“That. That is miserable. I am sorry you have to experience such a thing.” You shrug a little and stare at your hands.

“What can you do?” It comes out sarcastic and dry. There’s a silence, tense and weighty, and you know what he’s going to ask before he does.

“Do you need to go to the human world?” You can hear Lucifer’s sharp inhale even though he was pretending to not listen.

“Maybe. But, if it is what I think it is, it won’t go away. I’ll just know and get medication. Probably.” Diavolo stands and nods.

“At least you will know. I will figure something out for you.” He nods again, this time to himself. “There is no reason for you to suffer this way.”

“It won’t go away, Diavolo. I’ll still have it.” You need him to know this. You need him to know that it won’t be permanently fixed. You don’t want him to be disappointed when everything’s said and done and you’re still sick.

“Yes, but things will be better, no? Some progress is better than no progress, no matter how small.” He pauses and smiles at you, warm and comforting. “And we will all be there for you. Regardless of the outcome.”

[sturnlova]

The shade of a tomato(C.S)

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Longest one yet,Mention of old scars, insecurity’s, time skips, Smut, fluff,new to writing, proof read)

( Word count : 1.5k)

( Send requests!!!)

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CHRIS POV:

I woke up at 9:17am, way too early for my liking to Matt yelling at me to get in the car already. Shit i knew we had a road trip but i was not ready to go especially with my morning wood.

I washed my face with cold water and threw on my black fresh love set. When i got to the car i opened the front door to sit in the passenger seat but i was surprised with Y/N, what the fuck is she doing here.

We hadn’t talked since last week when she walked in on me jerking it to a photo that i’m very thankful she didn’t see.

I turned a tomato red shade and closed the door and moved to the back to sit with Nick. Me and Nick did our handshake and started a conversations over potatoes well Y/N and Matt talked. When i saw Matt rub Y/N shoulders as they laughed i couldn’t help but feel jealous, why did i feel that way, we have known each other since elementary. I knew Matt and Y/N didn’t have anything going on but still i wished i was Matt in that situation touching her.

I just glared at her and imagined i was the one touching her and the one to kiss her and bend her over. I need to stop this unholy thoughts about Y/N, she would never feel this way about me so why would i feel this way about her it dosent make sense.

Time Skip

As the car pulled into the parking lot of the hotel we were staying at i started to put my af1 back on and unbuckle my seat belt for i can get out of the car and straight to the hotel room to relive the painful boner i’ve had for the past 3 hours.

We all got out of the car and grabbed our suit cases and rolled it to reception. Y/N was right in front of me with booty shorts on and a cropped tee, her outfit showed off her thighs that she hated because they were to “big” and had old self harm scars on them, Her outfit showed of her stomach that had chub to it but i loved it because it was a pillow to me but she didn’t agree with that. I wish she knew how i thought of her and saw her.

“Ok the two master bed rooms are located down ahead on your left” as soon as the reception lady said that we were all confused as we booked 4 master rooms. We attempted to sort it out but there were no extra rooms. Matt and Nick claimed their rooms together which left me and Y/N together, it’s not like i cared since we have been in the same room alone before but it was just a bit awkward since our past incident.

Time skip

It was 3am by now and we had all gone to our rooms which meant me and Y/N are alone together and i still hadn’t had the chance to jerk off. I was hoping she dosent bring up the past incident to save me the embarrassment but that wasn’t the case.

“So Chris what were you jerking off to?” Y/N asked like it was a normal thing to say, my face went red once again and i responded back with “ um i don’t know if you would um uh wanna know” and refusing to hold eye contact with her. “i wanna know Chris spit it out“ she crawled on top of me and played with the strings of shorts and lifted my black top of me leaving me with just my shorts on.

“It was you Y/N i was jerking off to you. Fuck Y/N i really like you and i really hope you like me too. I love every bit of you, even the things you call “imperfections” let me be your boyfriend please let me show you how i see you.” my words spilled out like vomit. “Chris i like you too, i hated when we didn’t speak because i didn’t knock on your door. And if it helps i was hoping it was me you were thinking of, i’d love to be your girlfriend. Now let me pleasure you.” I quickly nodded “ Words Christopher.” “ Yes ma please touch me”

She pulled down my shorts along with my dark blue boxers too slowly for my liking. I also felt a little self conscious as i was fully naked and she still had clothes on but i trusted her so i brushed past my worries. My dick sprung out and hit my stomach already leaking pre cum. “ Shit Chris why didn’t you tell me you had such a big dick i would’ve been all over you ages ago” i just giggled because it’s such a weird thing to go parading around.

She started kitten licking my pink tip, it was so agonising. “ Y/N please don’t tease i’ve been waiting for this for ages, i need you ma please” Y/N full on deep throated me and gagging slightly which sent vibrations throughout my body making me moan louder than i ever have with anyone and me doing it myself. Y/N quickly put her middle and ring finger in my mouth and made me suck to be quiet. “Good boy Chris taking it so well daddy” fuck i wasn’t gonna be able to hold it and with her calling me “ daddy” i definitely wasn’t gonna last. I didn’t want this to end so quick, i pulled her off me and she was left with a confused look. “did i do something wrong i’m so sorry” “ no no its ok Y/N if im gonna finish i want it to be in your pretty pussy well you ride me.”

Y/N took off her baby pink victoria pj set and nothing else since she had no underwear on or a bra. She looked around subconsciously and didn’t move from the end of the bed. I grabbed her by the waist and placed her on top of my dick and started kissing her belly and her thighs with her self put scars there and whispering into her skin that she’s perfect and beautiful and more than i could ever ask for. I asked her if she still want to go through with this and that i would understand if she didn’t want to but she nodded “ words sweetheart” “ yes Chris i want you to fuck me.“

After i heard her say that I grandly started adding my length to her cunt, “ Fuck Chri- Chris i dont think its all gonna fit , holy shit it feels so good” I made sure my length fit in her. I gave her a minute to adjust before i started pounding into her making her moan a bit to loud for 3:45am.

“f- f- fuck Chris your fucking me so good, i’m gonna finish fuck, can i finish, please let me daddy” fuck i could barely think straight how the fuck am i gonna respond. I finally got some words out of my mouth “yes of course ma, can i cum in you mama i want everyone to know your mine ok” Y/N nodded quickly “ uh uh words pretty girl” “ fuck fuck yes Christopher cum in me please, fuck your kids in me, oo oh uhh fuck chris” she cried out. She finished all over me and also squirted as i released my thick white liquid in her.

We didn’t move for 2 minutes instead we just looked at each other and smiled. I slowly took her off me and stood up to the bathroom to get a wet hand towel to clean us up. I spread Y/N legs apart to clean them and she closed them and spoke” no more please i can’t walk i can’t handle another round, your cum is still dripping out of me” “ Ma im just cleaning you for we don’t make more of a mess, i promise no more baby.”

Y/N POV:

after Chris cleaned me up he walked to the bathroom and ran a warm bath and grabbed clothes for us to change into after our bath. He carried me bridal style since he took my ability to walk and then placed me in the bath then added his body behind me in the bath so i could lay my head on his chest. I looked up at Chris and spoke “ Chris i love you really i do, and i’m so thankful you’re my boyfriend now, i don’t want you to think i just fucked you because i was horny.” “ i love you to Y/N i’m so thankful your my girlfriend. I know you just didn’t fuck me cause you’re horny babe. Let me take you on date once we are back from the hotel.”

After our bath we changed the bedsheets and feel asleep in each other arms until 9:00am as Matt and Nick started banging at the door telling us to open it.

I quickly put shorts on and opened the door and saw Matt and Nick congratulating me “why am i getting congratulated?” i spoke slowly as i just woke up, Matt and Nick bursted out laughing and spoke “ after getting railed from chris you’re probably pregnant, keep it down next time buddy. but seriously i never wanna hear my brother fucking you again.”

By now Chris was up and well aware of what they where saying so as he does he throw a pillow at them, my face and his face was now the shade of a tomato.

This is my apology for not posting in 3 days!

[mae-lou-ron]

Keeping You Around

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Summary: Commander Wolffe's assignment to embark on a reconnaissance mission takes an unexpected turn when he finds himself stranded with you—a development he was far from prepared to deal with.

Word Count: ~3,700 (it was supposed to be like 500 but again, brevity is not my strength, okay?)

CW: Fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injury mentioned, mando'a nickname, mutual pining, idiots in love arguing, stubborn Wolffe is stubborn. Wearing a flight suit and having hair long enough to be in the face are the only descriptions.

A/N: Real talk I wrote this in about 3 hours last night. Barely proofread bc I’m a dangerous woman trying to stop falling down editing rabbit holes at 3am. Lots of familiar tropes and scenarios ahead, but my goal was to practice writing conflict dialogue and thought Wolffe would be fun to try. Inspired to write this while watching Nick and Jess argue in New Girl S1E22 😜

Feedback is welcome, but please be constructive/kind.

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"Cyar'ika!" Wolffe's voice boomed through the dilapidated hangar, the sudden sound of it nearly making you drop your spanner. "Cyar- Maker… there you are. What is wrong with you?!" Wolffe demanded as he strode over to you from a room off to the side, angrily trying to get his pauldron to snap back into place.

"Ah, Commander, I see you’ve regained consciousness," you said drily, not looking up from the panel you were rewiring. Your hands were growing tired, just like the rest of you from the tedious task of fixing the power supply in hopes of getting a signal out to the 104th.

"Care to explain why I woke up in a strange room with half my kit off?" Wolffe demanded, his voice a dripping with irritation.

"Because you were much easier to drag without it… and I needed to make sure you weren't bleeding internally while you were unconscious," you said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry—if I had time to wait for you to come around, I would have asked," you said, your voice losing its edge incrementally as you met his eyes for the first time. “Not like you would have admitted you were injured anyway,” you muttered under your breath.

He regarded you carefully, his expression severe. You could see his mind racing through a hundred scenarios while he’d been unconscious, though thankfully none had come to pass. His ARC trooper instincts kicked in as his eyes scanned the space for potential threats.

"Relax," you sighed. "I cleared the place, there's no one here. By the state of things I don’t think anyone has been here for a long time,” you gestured around to the various consoles and furniture covered in a thick layer of dust and debris. “Except for the scurriers, at least,”

"How… where's the shuttle?" he turned his head towards the closed hangar doors. No shuttle in sight.

"About 5 klicks east where we crashed it…" The panel before you flickered a few times, the power pulsing it to life before it cut out again. "Dank farrik!" you swore and kicked the side of it as the last of your patience with the blasted thing finally left your body. "It's no use, I can't keep the power on long enough to start anything up," you grumbled as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your hands on your flight suit in frustration.

When you looked up at Wolffe, he was staring at you with the same unreadable expression. His brow furrowed slightly as he took in your disheveled appearance and the scattered tools around you. His hands perched on his belt, mismatched eyes glittering.

"What?" you shrugged, slightly unnerved by his stern gaze.

"Where we crashed it, Lieutenant?" Wolffe's deep voice thick with implication. "The last thing I remember is you ignoring my direct order to put the ship down in that clearing."

"If I had, the clankers would have advanced on our position, cutting off what looked like the only civilian escape route,” you countered. "Landing further away drew them to us instead…it wasn’t part of the plan to get shot down…" you added as you remembered the chaos of the crash. The impact had been jarring, a barrage of tree branches cracking against the hull like breaking limbs. A second impact threw an already off balance Wolffe into one of the wall panels, knocking him out.

You managed to keep the shuttle in the air long enough to find a patch where the trees thinned out. In all honesty, it wasn't even your worst landing to date. As soon as it stopped moving, you immediately went to Wolffe. The shuttle was trashed, but you thanked the Maker one of the speeders stowed within it had survived. With great difficulty, you dragged Wolffe's unconscious form from the wreck, your muscles screaming in protest as you moved him to a safer distance away. There you were able to quickly assess his injuries, relief washing over you when you found a strong pulse and no signs of severe trauma. A few bruised or broken ribs, maybe, and thankfully he was wearing his helmet in the crash, but you still needed to check him for a concussion.

With Wolffe secured, you turned your attention to finding shelter, knowing that staying put wasn't an option. Your initial scans of the area indicated a hidden structure not too far from your position. So, with even greater difficulty, you heaved him onto the back of the speeder with whatever supplies you could quickly grab, and took off to higher ground.

“We’re both alive, relatively unscathed, gave the civilians a chance to escape, I handled it, Wolffe,” you reasoned, annoyed but not surprised at his reaction. Wolffe was a textbook control freak, but over the last year it had become almost endearing to you. Relishing in the way his eyes widened when he was flustered, or how his gravely tone would elevate ever so slightly when you pissed him off.

Like right now.

"Maybe if you listened to orders for once, you wouldn't have had to," Wolffe retorted, through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, because you're such a shining example of following protocol?" Referring to all the times Wolffe and General Plo bent protocol to keep their men alive, to secure the mission’s success.

"That's different and you know it," he growled, taking a step closer.

"How? How is it different, Wolffe?" you challenged.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Because I'm trying to keep you safe, dammit."

"And who's been keeping you safe?" you raised your voice, your frustration bubbling. He bristled, but you could tell your words surprised him when he deflected back to you.

“You can’t just keep running into the fray like that, you’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Ok, that’s actually kinda hilarious coming from you,” you chuckled sardonically.

“You’re not a soldier…and lately you seem set on going against everything I say trying to keep you alive!” his voice grew louder with every word.

“Wow, Wolffe. Do you even hear yourself?!” the words came out of your mouth, stopping him in his tracks, scowling at his puzzled expression.

“What?" he snapped in a deep voice. His eyes blazed with both anger and confusion, clearly caught off guard by your outburst. The tension in the air was palpable as you both stood there, locked in a silent standoff.

“I can take care of myself, and believe it or not, I always have, with or without you around,” you growled. “And I don’t appreciate you making me out to be this fragile little thing who needs to be taken care of…I volunteered for this mission, and I dragged your heavy ass here away from the droids while you were taking a nap,”

“I wasn’t aware I was responsible for what happened while I was unconscious, cyar’ika,” his tone filled with warning.

"And I certainly wasn't aware that saving your life would piss you off so badly," you spat, your chest heaving with exasperation.

The tension between you simmered, neither willing to yield. Wolffe had been acting strangely ever since he learned you volunteered for this mission. His behavior grew even more peculiar when you were paired to conduct recon scans for command. It made sense—you were a decorated pilot, and he was a decorated commander—yet his unease was obvious.

While Wolffe is a lot of things, he is not someone who will willingly talk about his feelings. So you stood there, glaring at each other, both too stubborn to acquiesce. You were slowly moving towards one another, your determination coming off you in waves.

“When are you going to stop being so stubborn,” he said, chest puffing out slightly.

“Maybe I’m waiting for you to do the same,” you hissed.

“Don’t count on it, cyar’ika.” he took another step in your direction. The clones were already formidable in their presence, but Wollfe’s brightly painted armor made his presence even more powerful. It took you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists at your side to quell the impulses that were firing in your brain. You closed the distance, showing you weren’t going to back down. Not on this.

“Well, Commander, next time I’ll be sure to avoid any missions you’re assigned to, then you won’t have to carry my ‘dead weight’ around…” you half regretted the words as soon as they left your tongue, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe— maybe you’d misheard things. But it looked like you were going down this road anyway.

His eyes flashed with anger, but also a realization at your words. For a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by a sheepish anger that spoke volumes.

“Yeah Wolffe, I overheard you talking to Rex before we left,” you said as you bit back the fire in your lungs. “Ironic, don’t you think?” you sighed after a few long moments of silence.

Wolffe's conversation with Rex had echoed in your mind, each word a dagger twisting deeper into your heart, fueling your pain. You couldn't shake the feeling, the knowledge that someone you cared for so deeply likely saw you as nothing more than a burden.

His face fell as your words deflated him. “You…” he sighed. “You weren’t supposed to hear that…”

“Clearly. But now that I know how you really feel about my abilities we can stop pretending, so thanks for that I guess,” you looked at the floor, unable to keep the hurt from your voice now.

Wolffe's expression shifted, a sadness crossing his features. He reached out but stopped mid-air, unsure. "That's not... I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of desperation. "You have to understand, cyar’ika, the situation is-"

“Will you stop calling me that!?” You nearly screamed, your voice echoing off the bare walls in the hangar. You could have sworn he winced, the only sound being the wind blowing through the cracks in the door. Wolffe opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"I would never speak about you like that, Wolffe, especially not to Rex," your voice was uncharacteristically small as you crossed your arms protectively. You had considered dropping the mission, faking an injury—anything to avoid this. But Wolffe was still one of your closest friends in the GAR; he'd have seen right through you. So instead, it lit a fire in you to prove him wrong. You knew it was childish to crave his approval, to want him to be proud of you. But what else could you do when you were desperately in love with the man?

Wolffe's eyes searched your face as he stepped closer, shoulders slumped incrementally, but his voice was low and earnest. "Those words were never meant to hurt you," he softly called you cyar'ika again. You ignored it, waiting for him to continue. "What you heard... it wasn't what you think." He reached out once more, but you stood firm against the pull of his warmth. "Please, let me explain?"

His tone was softer than you'd ever heard from him. A tingle ran down your spine as you glanced at his hand, then back into his tawny eye. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you raised your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

"I'm all ears, Commander."

Wolffe grabbed a nearby stool and pointed at it, which you took only after he took a seat on the stool opposite you. He suppressed another wince with a hand over his ribs, you’d apply more bacta later, you thought to yourself as your knees nearly bumped his, but you ignored that too as he let out a ragged sigh. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he sent a few tendrils astray and you had to avert your gaze to avoid being distracted by the sight.

"You’re right, I didn't want you to come here with me," he said quietly. When he felt you bristle and open your mouth to protest, he touched his fingertips to your knee, seeking permission before he continued. “But then you volunteered- and what was I supposed to tell you- tell them?”

“You didn’t think I could handle it,” you said softly shaking your head and shifting in your seat with your eyes still on the floor.

"It's not that," Wolffe said, his voice low. He leaned forward, his knuckle gently nudging your chin. When you looked up he was gazing at you with an intensity that made your heart thrum. You could feel the weight of what he was trying to say in his long pause. “I didn’t think that I could handle it,” he confessed, eyes guarded as he gauged your response.

Wolffe's confession caught you off guard, revealing a rare vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior. The bands around your heart loosened as understanding dawned, pieces falling into place. His overprotective nature, steely demeanor, and reluctance to have you on this mission suddenly made sense. Gently, you placed your fingertips over his where they rest on your knee, a silent acknowledgment of this newfound insight. But still, what he said to Rex still had its bitter sting.

“Anything would have been better than you letting Rex think I was a liability, Wolffe,”

“I know…I’m…sorry, I can’t even imagine how angry I’d have been if I were you." He paused, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m still angry,” you said quietly, but a glimmer of your softening resolve shone through, he saw it making his posture relaxing incrementally.

“And I deserve it,” he turned his hand over beneath yours, wrapping his gloved fingers around your palm. The gesture surprising both of you. “I’ll talk to Rex as soon as we get out of here- but I don’t even think I’ll need to once he reads our mission report,” he mused.

You both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of your conversation hanging between you. The anger that had fueled your argument earlier had dissipated, replaced by a different kind of tension. Wolffe's thumb traced gentle circles on the back of your hand.

“I won’t make this mistake again, I promise you,” he said before he brought your hand to his lips, gently pressing them to your knuckles. You felt his breath fan over your skin, making your own breath stop in your throat at this unfamiliar, but not unwelcome side of Wolffe.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you moved your hand from his lips to his cheek. "We've always been quite the team," your eyes locked with his mismatched gaze. “We can protect one another. Together. I don’t need a savior, I just need to know you’ve got my back, as I have yours. I always will…”

Wolffe's eyes softened, a mix of gratitude and admiration shining through. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours in a gentle Keldabe kiss. "Always, cyar’ika," he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise. "Together.”

You chuckled softly at his pet name for you. "Wolffe, why do you keep calling me that?" The question had been on your mind for a while, but you'd never asked before. Truthfully, you were afraid to know the answer. You'd always assumed it was some kind of teasing nickname, especially given how his brothers snickered whenever it slipped from his lips around them.

Wolffe shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. A strange and unfamiliar site, but you couldn’t help but smile internally at your ability to unearth this side of him. After a moment, Wolffe seemed to find some resolve. His gloved hand reached up and brushed a stray hair from your eyes. When you looked at his face again you swore you saw pink in the man’s cheeks.

Wolffe can blush? You thought to yourself, eyes growing wide at this information. “It’s mando’a…there are words in basic that would cover it, but it’s…it’s more like a feeling. A sentiment…” he trailed off. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. "The closest thing I can think of is…darling, beloved," Wolffe swallowed, his voice low and tender.

The realization dawned on you like a class two Venator crashing down, and between all the tension from the mission and trying to survive on this rock, you could help but burst into a fit of soft laughter.

“What?” Wolffe looked confused.

“So it doesn’t mean ‘idiot’?” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop your giggles.

Wolffe chuckled, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "No, cyar'ika. It definitely doesn't mean 'idiot'." He paused, his eyes crinkling as they met yours.

“I sure feel like one right now,” you murmured, your eyes distant thinking back to some of the times it slipped out in conversation.

“I’m the dik’ut in this case, cyar’ika,” he gazed at you softly, hand brushing another stray hair from your face.

“Well…” you said, leaning in closer. Your skin flushed with the renewed electricity between you. “I suppose it’s alright, now that I know why your brothers have been laughing when you say it…”

Wolffe slapped his forehead. "Kriff," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'll need to have a word with them when we get back." His eyes softened as they met yours again, a hint of amusement dancing in them. "But right now, I'd rather focus on you, cyar'ika." His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin as he leaned in closer. "Have you any idea how long I've wanted to kiss that scowl off your face?" he said softly, his nose brushing against yours. He paused there, giving you time to pull away.

You scowled at him for good measure, “So, what are you going to do about it, Commander?” You whispered, eyes locked on his.

Wolffe's eyes narrowed, something swirling in their depths. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a tentative kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he poured all his unspoken emotions into the gesture. When you finally parted, breathless and redfaced, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Believe me now, cyar’ika?”

"Yes..." you murmured dreamily, your eyes still closed. "But I think I could use a little more convincing," you added, savoring his taste as your tongue grazed your bottom lip. He grinned and leaned in again, this time with more fervor, eager to kiss you properly—to kiss you the way he'd always longed to but never thought he could.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips.

You swallowed thickly, your eyebrows knitting together slightly. “What for?”

He put both of his hands on your cheeks, thumbs caressing your skin lightly. You found your eyes fluttering closed at his touch.

“For saving my life,” he whispered.

Your eyes snapped open. The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but smile, your hand coming up to cover his on your cheek.

“Don’t mention it,” you grinned. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance to repay the favor before we get out of here,” you chuckled.

“At least once, I reckon,” he huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching. “and about ‘cyar’ika’— I won’t call you that anymore, not if you don’t want me to. It just sort of…slips out…”

You interrupted him by ghosting your lips over his. “Don’t you ever stop calling me that…”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in to kiss you again. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself melting into his embrace. As you pulled apart, breathless and giddy, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this insane mission had been worth all the trouble after all.

“Now,” he said, reluctantly pulling away. “As much as I’d like to see where this goes, cyar’ika, we should probably get back to finding a way to contact General Plo,” he said with the faintest edge of regret in his voice.

“I would have probably gotten it working if you hadn’t interrupted me,” you teased.

Wolffe chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that so? Well, I suppose we'll never know now." He stood up, offering you his hand. "Come on, let's see if I can get that comm working while you get some rest. I can tell you haven’t slept since the crash," His eyes sparkled with a new affection and familiar determination, reminding you why you'd fallen for this gruff commander in the first place.

“I still need to check you for a concussion…” you pointed your finger into his chest plate as he guided you towards the room he’d just left.

“Oh I think it’s safe to say I am— so you’re just going to have to figure out a way to keep me awake tonight I guess, Lieutenant,” he said ominously, but his face gave nothing away.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Is that an order, Commander?" you teased, quirking an eyebrow at him. Wolffe's lips curled up in a rare, mischievous smirk as he pulled you closer, his voice low and husky as he murmured close to your ear. "Consider it a personal request, cyar'ika."

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🖤it’s been a long time coming but…🖤

Pairing: Quinn Hughes X Cherrie!

Word count : 10k

Summary : in which his roommates sister is staying for the summer. And he promises not to fall in love with her.

Or- Quinn hates being told what to do. And cherries a mean little bitch with the face of an Angel. How was he supposed to not fall in love with her?

Warnings- fluff? There both little bullies to each other cause they’re in love. Duh. Kind of a , he fell first thing. She’s blunt and mean. He’s also dishes it back. Her brother is dumb and wondering what the f is going on. Thats it I think. I don’t even know if it’s any good or makes any sense cause I wrote it at 3am last night soooo…yeah. Lemme know what u think xoxo oh yeah and Quinn’s a swiftie because I said so. I finally got my era( with blood sweat and so many fucking tears) tickets so expect a lot of Taylor song themed oneshots lmfao.

Quinn knew that something was wrong the moment he woke up that morning to find his roommate and close friend , Roman, pacing the front room with his hand running stressfully through his hair , what looked to be a permanent grimace on his face as he stared down at his phone , free hand texting a Mile per minute away.

He eyed him warily as he grabbed himself a bowl and poured some cereal, plopping himself down at the breakfast table to eat .

He yawned "you good?" He mumbled around a spoonful of cereal, barely even awake and kind of wishing that he had just stayed in bed.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway , and really looking at the darkened shade of his eye bags in his spoon, he could really do with some more sleep anyways.

Roman paused , looked down at his phone, looked over at Quinn and then sighed loudly . "No. My sister is coming stay for the summer." He told him, not exactly looking very happy about the fact either.

Quinn rose a brow in confusion , this being the first time he was being told of such plans . Fighting back a groan of misery at the thought of their apartment being invaded by somebody else when all Quinn really wanted was to relax in peace , not invite more people into his man cave.

"Sister?" He repeated barely remembering Roman mentioning his family at all to him "i don't recall ever meeting her." He muttered, wishing that he didn't have to at all.

He wasn't the most sociable of people, he had his small group of friends and quite frankly he just couldn't handle anymore. He was at his limit with people in his life , he didn't want to add anymore onto that small number . He had enough Christmas cards to write out each year as it was.

Roman scoffed , looking a little peeved as he let him know sourly "of course you haven't. She's been living in Milan . Then before that L.A...then Madrid. My little sister can barely be caught...I haven't seen her since last Christmas ." He did Honestly sound upset about it, she was still his baby sister after all.

"And the only reason she was there at all , is because of my mother threatening to axe the credit cards. And even then..she was gone the next day. The little asshole didn't even say goodbye!" He huffed, having been trying to wrangle her for a while now. But every text he sent was put on seen and every call they had usually ended up with them arguing and refusing to speak to the other for months again.

Quinn just frowned , trying not to fall back to sleep face first in cereal.

“So why is she coming here then? Doesn't exactly sound like she wants to be around you at the moment." He snorted a little , amused.

The thought of social , bubbly Roman trying to befriend his moody little sister and getting told to get fucked was hilarious . I mean, he loved his friend but sometimes his 'a friend to all' attitude was a little too much for him, it would be amusing to see him getting humbled like that.

It seemed like Roman wasn't the boss between them at all. How interesting.

Roman laughed "oh she's not coming cause she wants to. She's coming because our mother is making her." He told him with a small smirk , recalling the call from his furious mother letting him know that she would be heading his way soon and that he better make sure that she doesn't wildcard her way out of this again.

"She got involved with mother's hairdressers , husband and well.." he whistled long and hard, amused by the growing list of his sisters fuck ups.

She didn't ever do anything by halves , he would tell you that. "Mother's hairdresser found out and it all blew up. So the family's not too happy with Cherrie right now.." he chuckled.

Quinn looked at him in disbelief , fighting back the grin that wanted to escape, not sure if this was something that he was allowed to laugh about.

"Cherrie? That's her name?" He repeated testing it out on his tongue once Roman nodded his head yes , he then hummed a little "sounds like trouble. You couldn't put her up in a hotel?" He blurted out.

Roman looked at him with a look of shock "Quinn! That’s my sister! Just because she's a bit of a wild child doesn't mean that I'm gonna send her off on her own! God!" He exclaimed , dramatically throwing his hands on his air.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and focused back on his cereal , sighing in misery.

Great. He was going to have a female Roman hanging around , As though one of them wasn't already energy draining enough.

"What does she do?" He asked Him curiously "-besides sleeping with other women’s husbands." He couldn't help himself. Really he couldn't.

Roman glared at him for that comment, Quinn just laughing beneath his breath as he grinned down at his bowl. More than amused with it all.

"She's a model. That's why she travels around." He told him , bringing up his phone and picking a photo of his sister from one of her recent shoots to show him.

Quinn looked up from his bowl , down to his friends phone, then back to his bowl before doing a double take .

His eyes widening in disbelief as he choked on his cereal, spluttering loudly as his face flushed red.

"That's your fucking sister?" He croaked out between his coughs , banging on his chest with his fist , unable to take his eyes away from the phone. Breathing deeply as he tried to fucking breath normally again.

Unable to believe what he was looking at.

He knew her.

Well. He didn't know her personally but he had seen enough of her pretty face on almost every magazine and billboard to know who she was.

She was fucking stunning. Like out of this world , how could it not be plastic surgery , it's so not fair, she must be a siren..it should be illegal to be that hot , kind of beauty.

He looked at the picture of her on vogue Italy , face bare for the stripped down , el natural shoot. Dressed in just a cut up white shirt , shiny hair hanging over her tanned shoulders as she looked straight at the camera with a soft, pouty look on her sun kissed face. Freckles dotted her nose, and if he looked close enough there was a heart shape mole just right beneath her right eye.

Quinn found it hard to breath. Clearing his throat a little as he tried to mask his awe into something more nonchalant instead.

But he glanced back up at his friend to see his act wasn't fooling him at all.

Roman pocketed his phone with a slight frown, eyeing him suspiciously . "Yeah? What's that supposed to mean? Of course she's my sister , where did you think she got her good looks from?" He motioned towards himself with a arrogant grin.

Quinn laughed, harder than he should have giving the offended look he received in return.

"Definitely not you man." He snickered , still slightly in shock over just who his sister was and just what she looked like.

“I just-she doesn't look like the terror you're describing her as." He muttered , getting up off his chair to put his now empty bowl in the sink. More for self distraction than anything.

Roman groaned , shaking his head at him. "That's exactly the problem! She looks like some angel but she's the devil in disguise. Like that Taylor swift song." He started humming the tune of it to him "Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a -"

Quinn's groan cut him off "yes! I get it! She's the devil. Hot but insane . Okay. I got it." He rushed out not wanting to hear anymore of his terrible singing and butchering of Taylor's songs. It was far too early for it and there was no amount of coffee in the world that could make him sit through the torture of Roman singing at him.

Roman looked offended for a moment "hey!" Then he paused and squinted his eyes at him "did you just call my sister hot?" The disbelief was apparent in his voice . Enough to make Quinn freeze.

He slowly turned to look at his friend, mouth opening and closing several times before "no. I didn't." He denied. Laughing it off. Because he knew what a big deal he would make out of it.

Just like now. Roman laughed loudly "yes you did! You said she's hot but crazy!" He exclaimed.

"No! You did! I was just .. just summing it up!" Quinn argued.

Okay. Just because he wasn't a fucking player and almost permanent single didn't mean he didn’t recognise real beauty when he saw it.

Roman sofffed "bullshit. You think my sisters hot! I can't believe this! Maybe the hotel idea was a good one.." he bemoaned .

Not wanting his sister to sink her claws into his poor friend, he liked Quinn and he didn't want to add the hockey player to the long list of men that Cherrie had broken into pieces for her own entertainment . No thank you.

Quinn once again rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Dude. The whole world thinks your sister is hot, it's not news to you. And I'm not fucking blind." He snapped at him shoving past him to throw himself on the couch, hoping for a nap. "It's doesn't mean anything.” He added .

Roman with his Hands on hips just looked at him lazing out on the couch, a bored look on his face as he put on modern family for some background noise. Looking like he was done with the entire conversation.

"So you won’t fall in love with my sister then?" He challenged him. Knowing exactly what she did to men. She was his sister after all and he had the exact same affect on woman. Accidental heartbreakers If you will.

Quinn couldn't have snorted any louder If he tried, he even laughed. "No fucking way! Me?" He scoffed in amusement "falling in love? I don't fucking think so. You should be a comedian man." He said.

Roman just shot him a look, not believing him at all. Because if that was his reaction to just a photo of Cherrie, how was he going to feel when she arrived , prettier in person and staying with them for the whole summer?

He crossed his fingers and hoped that his sister would have some mercy at least. Or to at least pick a different Brother.

By the time that Cherrie arrived at her brother place, she was already getting a lecture from Roman as they walked up the stairs to his apartment . Rolling her eyes as he went on and on , sounding a bit too much like their mother for comfort .

"I'm serious Cherrie. I don't want any drama this time.. the last time you hung out with my friends it ended up in tears!" Roman exclaimed, still having ptsd from that horrible weekend .

Cherrie just groaned at Him, waiting impatiently by the out of service Elevator as she watched her brother haul up her two massive, bright pink suitcases up the stairs. With a large juicy couture rucksack on his back too , she only had her small purse with her phone and money in it on her arm.

Choosing to play with her freshly done nails as she replied amusedly "I didn't shed a single tear."

Roman glared over at her, face sweaty as he huffed and puffed his way to the top. Almost tripping over her ridiculously large suitcase as he did so.

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the guys. I could have become a swimmer with the fucking ocean of tears you made them cry! I don't want any of that shit this time!" He warned her seriously "I mean it."

Bored, tired and grumpy from her flight. Cherrie just sighed and flicked her hair over her shoulder in annoyance.

"Okay. So no hooking up-"

"No!" Roman looked horrified just at the thought "you can do whatever you want on your own time but not with any of my friends. They’re hockey players-" maybe not the best thing to tell her seeing as she loved sporty guys.

She paused at his door, looking over her shoulder at him quietly for a moment before "hockey players?" She hummed out with a small smirk , already picturing them in their jerseys , all strong and talented on the ice.

But the glare her brother shot her shut her up real quick.

"Don't even think about it. They’re good guys Cherrie, and my roommate Quinn . He's really nice but likes his life drama free okay?" He told her as he unlocked the door.

Cherrie scoffed amusedly "he's gonna hate me then. Surprised he likes you at all. You're worse than I am." She tried to rile him up.

It worked.

By the time he had dragged her suitcase into the hallway, the siblings were bickering loudly and shoving at each other like little kids.

"You're such a fucking bore! You can't even take a joke-"

"Oh excuse me if I don't find fucking other people's husbands on a dare funny-"

Her voice went shrill , effectively waking Quinn up from his nap on the couch. But neither of the siblings noticed him yet.

"That was one time! Shut up! Like you haven't had your fair share of fun-"

He blinked his eyes open, yawning as he slowly pulled his body up into a sitting position. Turning his head to look at the noise, he rose a brow in both concern and amusement as he watched her kick at her brothers shin like a child. Roman kicking her right back.

Taking in the sight of the model, Quinn bit down on his bottom lip without even realising it.

Swallowing a little as he looked at her, all tan and worked up, dressed in tiny shorts and a crop top that barely covered a thing. Gucci flip flops that went flying across the room as she threw them at her brother, cursing him out in Spanish now.

She looked way hotter in real life than she did on the magazines. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but she did.

He ran a hand through his hair, managed to straighten out his old sweatshirt just as she turned her head to finally see him sitting there.

Then silence.

Cherrie looked at him, he looked at her. Roman held his breath.

Then she frowned at Quinn , looking unimpressed.

"I thought hockey players were supposed to be sexy." She complained .

Looking him over as she made her way to the couch, distracted from her bickering with her brother. She has a new target to annoy now.

Her brother sighed long and hard "be nice." He snapped at her as he started dragging her suitcases to her room, leaving them alone for a minute .

Offended and a little stung, Quinn eyed her up and down just as judgmentally . "I didn't know models looked like hookers these days either ."He threw back at her just as quick.

There was a shocked pause, having not expected him to dish it back out to her before she laughed, eyes lighting up as she got herself cozy on the tub chair. Eyes never leaving him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, scabbed nose from the last injury , hair a overgrown mess behind his ears , dressed in a huge black sweatshirt and basketball shorts.

He was not her usual type at all.

Yet something buzzed in her chest, a strange excitement building in her as she thought of all the ways she could get underneath his skin and make him react. Annoying guys was her favourite thing to do after all.

"Honey. You couldn't even afford this hooker." She replied smoothly , crossing her long, tanned legs over each other . Smirking to herself as she watched his eyes briefly flicker down to them before they quickly looked away.

Clearing his thirst, he muttered blandly "I'm glad i could save my money. I've been told I need to stop spending money on stupid things anyway."

Cherrie inhaled sharply at the jab, having a feeling that he had been fully filled in on all of her stupid activities as of lately. Her brother Had always been a snitch after all.

"That's ironic coming from a hockey player." She muttered as she got up to get something to eat , stomach rumbling after hours on a plane without any food. There was no way in hell she would eat anything on a plane or god forbid... airport food.

But as she opened the fridge and saw nothing but beers and leftover pizza, she realised with horror then that she was going to be living with guy. Stupid guys who didn't know a healthy salad or a fucking fruit if they saw one.

How was she supposed to survive? She had gone from five star luxury to... she glanced around the messy apartment with barely any decor . The biggest thing in there was the pool table and tv, not even a fucking clock on the wall!

She felt a little like crying then. Maybe because she was tired. Hungry and had spent the last weekend being scolded by her mother like she was a naughty child again. Her exploitation's gossip for everyone to hear.

So excuse her if she was feeling a little on edge, having at least expected her brother to have gone out shopping before she arrived . He knew that she was picky.

Was this...was this revenge for telling him that those stupid white pants he wore made him look like a Walmart version of a member of backstreet boys ?

"Where's the food?" She cut Quinn off befor he could dish a returned insult for her stupid hockey player comment. Making him frown over at her .

"There's pizza from last night left in there." He informed her like that was helpful.

Raising a brow as he heard her let out a little sound, between a squeak and a huff.

His lips twitched. "Not good enough for you princess?" He said.

She looked straight at him, face cold and replied bluntly "not it isn't. So unless you want me to make sure that you lose all your teeth , without a puck or a stick being Involved . I suggest you and my brother head to the nearest store and get some real fucking food in. Before I kill the both of you !" She hissed at him .

Then she picked up a throw pillow, launched it at his head before stomping away to her room. Pushing past her confused brother on the way, slamming the door behind her with a angry bang.

There was a tense silence in the room for a moment where both men just looked at where she had been stood, Roman slowly looking away from her slammed door , blinking at Quinn curiously.

"I think we should go get some grocoises." Was all Quinn muttered. Clearing his throat as he hauled his ass up from the couch, stuffed his wallet in his pocket and headed straight for the door.

Roman following behind him in confusion "we've got left over pizza-"

Quinn pulled a face , yanking the door open with a long exhale . Her furious, very hungry face imprinting in his mind as he hurried her brother along.

"Yeah. No man. I mean real food." He said.

Roman didn't look any less confused . But the look on Quinn's face made him not question it again.

Two hours later. The fridge , freezer and cupboards were full with real, fresh food.

Cherrie came back out again. Smile lighting up her pretty face as she pulled out some chicken and made herself a salad while the guys scoffed on a takeaway on the couch.

She didn't thank him verbally but she slapped the top of Quinn's head on the way back to her room , he took that for something instead.

Later that night, Cherrie dragged herself back out of her room with the blanket wrapped around her head, a scowl on her tired face as the voices got louder and louder.

Hearing her brother and Quinn laugh loudly, the sound of video games filling the room as she stomped in there to get them to stop.

Quinn was the first to notice her hovering by the couch like a grumpy gremlin, raising his brow at her as he played with the controller in his hand, her brother paying her no mind at all. She could hear another guys voice on the tv , playing along with them but she ignored it in favor of glaring at the both of them angrily.

"It's nearly one o'clock in in the morning." She snapped at them. Looking at Quinn like he was the devil.

He just snorted "glad you know how to tell the time." He muttered , smirking as he clicked away at the buttons. One eye on the tv and the other one subtly watching the way she stomped her food like a child, making it harder for him to hold back his grin at seeing how easy she was to rile up.

"Roman!" She complained . Getting his attention finally.

Her brother looked over at her with a Frown "what? Why aren't you asleep? You've had a long flight. I thought you'd be out already." He said obviously .

Cherrie looked at him like he was an a idiot . He was. But still. "Are you fucking serious? How can I sleep when it sounds like a fucking a bar in here? Turn that shit down!"

"Yeah. Grandma here wants an early night." Quinn muttered . Grinning. Sipping on his beer , content with pissing her off even more.

The look she shot him would have had any other guy Pissing his pants with fear . But Quinn just grinned up at her , enjoying it far too much.

"Would you prefer to be smothered by a pillow or drowned in the bath?" She simply responded to him while picking up a pillow from the couch as she approached him quickly .

He looked down at the pillow then back up at her in amusement . "Both sound a little too intimate princess. We've only known each other for a couple of hour-" his teasing got cut off by his own startled gasp as she suddenly launched herself at him.

Pillow pressed against his face as he let out a shocked laugh, grabbing ahold of her arms to stop her from actually killing him. While she huffed and puffed, slapping him with the pillow instead when she failed to smother him with it.

Ignoring her brother scolding her , she hit Quinn with the pillow again. "Asshole! Trust me , no one wants to be intimate like that with you! Fucking-ah!" She squealed as she was suddenly pulled off Quinn , Roman carrying her over to her room over his shoulder while she kicked and cursed him out.

Quinn just laughed as he pushed himself back up to his sitting position , pushing his hair out of his face as he caught back his breath. Grinning widely as he wiggled his fingers at her glare .

"Well. Everyone's been intimate with you . Have you met the landlords husband yet?" He called over the couch. Roman shaking his head at him scornfully.

"Not helping Quinn!"

He just laughed. Hard. Before hearing his brothers voice coming through the system, confused to why they had suddenly paused the game.

"Is that Romans sister?" Jack asked him curiously , amusement on his face as they listened to her cursing like a sailor at him.

He tried not to grin "yeah. She's crazy."

"Can I meet her?" His sly question had the grin dropping right off his face.

"Why?" He simply responded. Suspicious.

Jack shrugged slyly "she's hot. And sounds like fun. I bet Trevor would like her.."

Quinn cut him off before he could say anything else, his amusement quickly fading away just like that.

Instead he scoffed and snapped "she's not fun. Now shut up and let's play the game." Despite that, he turned down the volume anyway. She needed her sleep after all.

For the next few days, Cherrie and Quinn tried to stay out of each other's way. Well. More like Quinn stayed out of her way while Jack and Trevor took over and became her new best friends despite Quinn telling them to fuck off mulitple times.

Neither of them listened and he was more than peeved to see them greeted with a sweet smile and hang out invitations from her right off the bat.

While all Quinn got was multiple 'get fucked you fucking fuck.' And his favourite 'get out of my way before you become my new doormat.'

She was getting wildly creative with her insults, and each one she snapped made it harder for him to control his laughter. Not wanting her to know just how much their bickering amused him.

It was Friday night, and Quinn was holed up in his room listening to some music. Sick and tired of seeing his brother and Trevor laughing and having fun with Cherrie all day, the three off them having went to the beach and come home and spent hours playing video games and just hanging out.

Jack had tried to get him to join in but one look at Cherrie, sun kissed with wet hair and sunburn on her pretty face had him declining so quickly that even Cherrie looked at him funny.

But then it started getting dark and he was brought out his thoughts by Cherrie casually walking into his bedroom like it was her own. Kicking the door shut with her foot as she balanced several dresses over her arms.

Ignoring his shocked look, she held up a white silk dress to her body

"This looks good on me , no?" Looking at him Impatiently for an answer. Hair blow dried, still dressed in a small dressing gown after the quick shower she had taken. Not bothered at all.

Quinn swallowed. Eyes flickering down to her bare legs before looking down to his bedcovers . "Er-I don't know." He mumbled "I'm not the one for fashion advise. Try Jack." He bitterly added.

Cherrie just scoffed "I did. He's no help. He thinks I look hot in everything. I need honesty. Brutal. Okay?" She instructed him.

Quinn barely had a chance to breath before she suddenly dropped her silk dressing gown onto the floor. Giving him the sight of her stood there, in front of his bed , dressed in a matching pale pink lace set before she was pulling the dress over her head.

"Fucks sake Cherrie!" He hissed at her , wide eyed and flushed red.

Unable to look away from her as he watched her smooth the silk over her body, turning to look in his mirror. Twisting side to side, only to give him an even better view of her ass in the figure hugging dress.

She ignored his shock and simply frowned at her reflection. "Is this see through at the back?" She asked him. Turning her ass to him fully, not warnting to go out in a dress like that.

Quinn gulped, hesitated . Eyes flickering to her face to make sure that she was serious , then he trailed his gaze down to her ass and hummed a little .

Breathing a little shakily as he mumbled "yeah. I can -I can see the thong. And can see right through." He let her know. Not knowing where to look.

Cherrie decided that for him. He choked on his breath again as she huffed and whipped the dress over her head, grabbing another one this time as she talked casually to him while she put it on

"It's so annoying. I like this one but it has a slit..too high or no?" She smoothed the red velvet dress over her body, then put her leg up on the bed so he could see the slit that ran up her thigh to her hip bone when she moved.

Quinn felt a little faint .

Taking deep breaths , mouth running dry as he looked at her tanned leg , oiled up with moisturiser in front of him. He felt his heart beat in his head. That couldn't be good, could it?

"You look-" incredibly sexy. He didn't say "that's not the one." He didn’t want her wandering out anywhere in that dress. Selfish reasons, he knew. But he wouldn't ever admit it.

Cherrie nodded like she agreed "I was a little worried. I don't want my pussy out in the night ya know? It's an easy access desss but.." she trailed off with a shrug.

Forgetting just who she was talking to for a moment. Instead she treated him like one of her girlfriends whenever they got ready for nights out together.

“I think this might be the one." She said slyly as she pulled on a simple , little black dress. Tight and hugging with lace holding up her chest, making her tits seem even bigger than they were. It hugged her like second skin, the back low, so she unhooked her bra and pulled it off easily.

She then threw her bra at Quinn who caught it with a heavy blink, brain slugging as he looked down at the lace in his hands then back up at Cherrie again. Wondering dazedly if he was dreaming.

"Yeah.." was all he could mumble out. "I guess that ones okay." He said. Speechless.

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. Having already had a few too many glasses with Trevor when he had decided that they needed a night out .

"This will get me free booze all night baby!" She cheered at her reflection. Fixing her hair and letting out a pleased hum at what she saw.

“Are you coming?" She then asked Quinn , turning to look at him after she was done.

Sitting down on the end of his bed to put on her sparkling heels, she looked up at him Impatiently when he didn't answer.

He shut his gaping mouth and exhaled "where are you going?"

"The bar. With Trevor and my brother. We're gonna meet some more of their friends There. Jacks not going though , still hungover from yesterday." She told him in amusement. Having spent the night at the club with them last night too.

Quinn scoffed and shook his head "no way." A night in a stuffy bar watching his friends hit on her? And her flirt back? Sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Cherrie felt weirdly disappointed , but she tried not to let it show. Instead she let the disappointment turn to Annoyance , standing back up once her heels were on and scoffing down at him.

"Whatever , You're so boring!" She glared down at him, wondering why she even bothered inviting him at all. She didn't like him. What the hell was she doing?

Quinn scoffed too, sitting up to glare back at her. "Yeah well. We'll see how fun you are when you come back pregnant and regretting ever going!" He snapped back at her.

She huffed , picked up a random shirt from his floor and hauled it at his head.

“Fuck you! You asshole!" She shouted at him, yanking open the door, blood boiling . Regretting ever speaking to him willingly.

Jack paused in shock, plate in his hand with a sandwich halfway to his mouth , about to knock on Quinn's door to see if he wanted to play some video games. Only to blink in disbelief as the door swung open and Cherrie stormed out of his brothers room, face red and pissed off. Not even sparing him a glance.

"No! Fuck you!" Quinn yelled back. Then the slam of the front door rattled the apartment .

Leaving Jack to slowly enter his brothers doorway in shock, eyes blowing wide as he looked at Quinn's red cheeks and scowling face . A lace bra in his lap.

"Dude!" Jack couldn't believe it "what happened to being nice to ladies?" He had never heard Quinn speak like that to anyone, ever. Never mind a woman.

Quinn let out a strangled sound, cheeks on fire as he looked at where she had been stood, flustered.

"She is not a lady! She's a fucking siren or -she's a ! Fuck! - " he huffed, struggling for words. Barely able to look his brother in the eye as he shoved him out of his room. Wanting to be alone.

“-that's the kind of woman that if you look at her too long she snatches your fucking heart out and never gives it back!" He shouted , muttering curses before he then slammed the door in his face with a huff.

Leaving Jack to stare at the closed door for a minute in disbelief, then he snorted .

Then he grinned widely in amusement

"Oh no. He likes her." He realised. Chuckling to himself as he quickly ran to get his phone to tell their friends of the latest development.

By the time half past one in the morning rolled around and Cherrie was still not back yet, Quinn finally emerged from his room , trying to act

Nonchalant as he asked his brother about their whereabouts.

"Dunno." Jack just shrugged hiding his smirk behind his drink "she's out with Trevor . So she might not come back tonight at all." He couldn't help but add, just to rile him up. To see how he would react.

Quinn stood there with his hands on his hips, looking over at the front door as though she was going to suddenly burst through it.

Then he felt his heart sink deeper in his stomach as realised that his brother might just be right, the thought of her out there cuddling up with Trevor or worse, some Random asshole at the bar , made him restless on his feet for a reason he didn't want to admit.

"I can't sleep." He blurted out instead.

Hands In his joggers pockets as he tried to stop himself from fidgeting , eyes drifting over to the loveseat that she always curled on. Her blanket still there, he slowly walked over to the chair , unease growing.

What the hell was wrong with him? And why the hell did he even care about what she did?

He didn't.

He didnt. She could do whatever and whoever the fuck she wanted. He tried convincing himself but his hand snook out of his pocket and began fiddling with the edge of her blanket and he knew that he was fucked.

Jack peered over at him in amusement "obviously." He stated with a smirk, "tried shutting your eyes?"

I have. He wanted to snap back. But every time I do I see Cherrie in situations I would rather not see. Some horrifically including Trevor and now he felt sick.

Instead he muttered casually "I could go for a drink." Trying to act like it was no big deal.

Jack looked at him like he was insane "now? But you said you didn't want to go out tonight!" He exclaimed.

Wide eyes watching his older brother pick up his jacket and wallet , not bothered that he was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, hair a mess around his head.

He just grabbed a cap from the wall and placed it backwards on his head, shrugging at him casually.

"Well I've changed my mind. Let's go." He simply said.

Cherrie couldn't believe what she was seeing as she stood by the pool table watching the guys mess on, drunkenly placing bets on who would win.

She glanced over to the bar and had to do a double take as she saw the two brothers walking over to them , eyes going wide as she looked at Quinn , in full lazy sweats , giving her a small smirk.

She frowned "what the fuck?" Almost falling over as she gripped trevors arm, nudging him to look over at their new guests of the night.

He looked just as surprised, but welcomed them with a happy grin. "Dudes! Want a drink?!" Be passed them both a bottle of beer from the table .

Quinn slowly saddled up next to her , not even glancing at her as he watched the guys suck at playing pool. So close that their arms brushed.

Missing the looks that Trevor and Jack shot them as his brother muttered something to him in amusement, both friends shaking their heads at him in amusement .

Cherrie was still scowling at him , nudging his side a little too hard . Cocktail glass tight in her hand "what happened to not your scene?" She sarcastically said, yet there was no denying the pleased feeling rising beneath her skin at the sight of him.

He just shrugged, sipping on his beer before answering . "Couldn't sleep." He muttered the same excuse that he had to his Brother.

It didn't work on her either.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully "no shit. You look like an asshole." She commented, smacking the backwards cap on top of his head. Liking the look on him. Not that she would tell him that.

He just chuckled , looking her over with a small smirk. "And you look like a drunk idiot. What perfume are you wearing? Vodka." He snarked back at her . Tugging at the ends of her long hair , grinning when she slapped his hand away with a glare.

Squinting her eyes up at him, she leaned into his side so he could hear her better over the loud music and chatter surrounding them. Both of them lost in their own world together . He leaned closer to her too, neither moving away.

"You wished you smelt and looked this good." She muttered while giggling , throwing the rest of her drink down in one go.

Then she passed him her Empty glass and said "buy me another one?"

He rose a brow at her in amusement "missing a word there princess." He replied. Nudging her along with him to the bar anyways.

Digging his free hand into his pocket for his wallet, hiding a smile as he felt her clutch onto the back of his sweatshirt to keep herself close as they pushed through the crowd.

"Now?" She guessed. Grinning up at him cheekily.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and ordered her drink "please." He muttered passing his card over, ordering one for him later as well.

She snorted "please what hockey boy?" Before he could bicker back with her , he stilled when she suddenly let out a loud gasp , head snapping over to makeshift dance floor.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed happily as she started to loudly sing along to the song blaring around them

"Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone! I've been waiting for you but you never come- is this in my head I don't know what to think-" she tugged at his hands as she danced around him happily .

Only stopping short when his voice lowly joined in "-he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring-" he sang quietly grinning at the look of shock on her pretty face as she gaped up at him .

Heart fluttering in her chest, she gripped onto his arms and beamed brightly "you’re a swiftie?" She breathed out in amazement .

He chuckled, nodding his head as he pulled her closer and twirled her around . Smiling a little as she giggled and fell against him "mmm. Of course. I'm not deaf." He muttered before looking at her beaming smile and scrunched up nose and sighed longingly

"not blind either." He added.

"It's a love story baby just sayyy.." she sang while holding out a pretend microphone to him as she lifted up her arm, making him twirl beneath it.

Both of them too busy laughing and dancing together to see the looks of shock and disbelief from their friends, Jack slowly lifting his phone up in shock to film them for evidence later. Unable to believe the sight in front of him. Gaping at the sight of Quinn twirling around with her while singing Taylor fucking swift.

"Yes." Quinn muttered finishing the lyric as he chuckled, almost crashing into the stool behind him as she suddenly twirled him again. "Okay! Okay!" He laughed nodding over to their drinks at the bar "come on ."

She followed him easily, still singing as she clutched his hand without even relaxing it.

"Can we make a Taylor swift playlist to play on the ride back?" She looked up at him hopefully , too drunk and happy to realise that she was staring. She tugged off his Cap and placed it backwards on her own head,  making Quinn hide a smile behind his glass.

"Obviously."

Three o'clock in the morning and they stumbled back into the apartment , shoving at each other like little kids as they playfully  argued about which type of shoes were better.

"Boots make every outfit have a little bit of ..spice ya know?" She argued , a dr Martin lover through and through.

Quinn scoffed at her amusedly "yeah in 2010. You gonna wear your wide brim hat and moustache tshirt as well?" He teased . Tugging on her hair again like a child with a crush .

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin, laughing loudly "no! You wear slides like everywhere! You can’t speak!" She countered back. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and just having fun with him.

"Can too. No laces, no hassle. Just the way I like it." He said.

Letting her hold onto him as she pulled off her heels, grabbing onto her arm when she wobbled , giggling beneath her breath. "You should try it. Better than those weapons." He nodded at her poor ankles.

Straightening back up, she sighed dramatically "no. They make my legs look so good. I'll look like an idiot wearing a mini dress with slides ." She slurred as they stumbled down the hall to their rooms.

Quinn just shook his head with a small smile, hand hovering over her back in case she stumbled again, not wanting her to fall flat on her pretty face .

"No you won't. That's not possible." He muttered, yawning loudly . He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair again just because he could, in awe of how soft it felt between his fingertips .

Cherries eyes fluttering as she leant against her doorframe , yawning as well.

“Why not?" She struggled not to fall asleep right there and then. Enjoying his company so much, she kind of didn’t want him to leave her at all. Weird.

Quinn shrugged lazily , drunk and happy "cause it's you." He simply mumbled. Meaning it.

It wasn't possible for her to look bad, or stupid or like an idiot. She could wear a trash bag and she Would still look Beautiful .

She didn't say anything. Just bit down on her bottom lip . pushed away the giddy feeling in her chest and sighed dramatically .

Squeezing his bicep gently before finally letting go "night Quinn. Maybe you'll sleep and wake up as beautiful as me." She joked.

He chuckled, pushed her a little to get her through her door, unable to tear his eyes away from her toothy grin.

She was so fucking beautiful , it made it hard to breath.

"Get some sleep and maybe you'll wake up less of a bitch." He countered back , kicking his foot up to kick her gently in her ass.

Snickering a little when she shot him a playful glare over her shoulder , kicking him back in his ankle without missing a beat.

“Maybe you'll wake up and be Sidney Crosby." She shot back, both grinning despite their petty words.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , flicking her forehead with his fingers , before finally backing away towards his own bedroom before he did something as stupid as kiss her .

“Fuck you." He said instead.

She bit down on her bottom lip to hide her besotted grin "fuck you too."

They both went to sleep and dreamt of dancing together to Taylor swift underneath the stars , body as aligned as the planets above.

The next week passed by quick with Quinn sticking to cherries side, both of them insulting each and picking at each other like little kids. But despite their teasing, they never left each other's side for very long.

Quinn insisting that he come along to her shopping trips in case she picked something hideous , despite her being a model who dressed like one too.

Cherrie making up excuses to get him to come along with her to see movies, to the bar , to get her nails done and Quinn always sliding them his card before she could pay for herself . Resulting in them bickering until she finalllt gave in, insisting on buying him ice cream to make up for it.

Everybody knew what was going on, everybody but her brother Roman who got the surprise of his life as he watched his sister walk out of Quinn's bedroom with him casually, like it was no big deal.

Jack not even blinking an eye, simply lifting his hand to high five Cherrie as she passed him, eyes not leaving the tv. Used to the two of them constantly being attached to the hip now.

Quinn headed into the kitchen and picked out two water bottles, handing one to his sister without saying a word.

Running a hand through his hair, he mumbled "golfing?" To her quietly. Roman watching their interaction in disbelief . Wondering what the hell he had missed.

Cherrie hummed while typing on her phone, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside him. Both doing their own thing but still in their own bubble together .

"I'm shit at it. I told you." She muttered back to him as she scoffed at a text her friend sent her, briefly lifting her phone in front of Quinn to show him the photo of her friends new boyfriend.

“That's the one I was telling you about." She said.

He glanced at the picture and muttered "looks like a finance bro." Smiling a little when she huffed out a laugh. Pride filming him that he could make her laugh like that.

"Looks like a dickhead you mean." She corrected, both of them snickering meanly between each other.

Then Quinn got back on to the golfing topic "I'll teach you. It's not serious. Just hitting some balls into some tight holes." He heard what he said a second too late. Immediately glancing over at her with narrowed eyes "don't even say it."

She laughed loudly , slapping his shoulder with a grin on her face. "It's too hard! I can't!"  She giggled.

Quinn groaned "don't. Don't make me say it."

She wiggled her brows "come on. You know you want to." She sang.

He sighed in defeat , fighting back ahinst a grin as he muttered "that's what she said." Ashamed of himself for giving in to her childishness , he shook his head amusedly .

Cherrie just ruffled his hair with her hand , oblivious to her gaping brother on the couch. Jack amusedly watching his reaction with a grin , used to it now.

He then picked up his jacket and picked up his car keys, heading over to the front door without even glancing back.

“There's a five star food bar there." He simply told her. Knowing it would do the trick.

Cherrie came running, shoving on her slides that Quinn had gotten her after all their bickering about his own . They had a matching pair now.

Quinn then grabbed his cap and placed it on her head, then wrapped her up in his jacket too.

"Tacos?"

"Tacos." He confirmed. Then they were gone.

Leaving her brother to Gape at the front door in disbelief. Mouth opening and closing Several times before he turned to look at Jack in shock

"She hates him?" He didn't sound so sure now. Confused to how his sister had went from cursing out Quinn to going golfing with him while wearing his jacket .

Jack smirked knowingly "does she?" He rose a brow at him waiting for him to catch up.

Roman blinked dumbly "she doesn't?"

Jack just laughed and laughed and laughed "think my brother lied to you man."

Roman thought back to the first day when he had told Quinn not to fall in love with her, how Quinn had scoffed and told him 'that was never going to happen.'

He groaned in disbelief . Jack laughed loudly . He really should have seen this coming.

Cherrie found herself sat at one of his games, wearing Quinn's jersey as she sat beside Jack, munching on popcorn as she watched the players come out . Eyes wide with excitement , having never seen a hockey game live before.

"So.." Jack looked at her with a grin as he eyed the jersey she was wearing with his brothers name on the back "hate him still?" He teased knowingly.

Cherrie just hummed with a serious resting bitch face "can't fucking stand him." She blandly replied.

Sticking up her middle finger at Quinn when he skated past where they were sitting, making him grin to himself in amusement before he focused back on his game.

His brother shook his head in amazement "is fuck you ..like your guys ‘okay’?" He wondered out loud. Having seen the both of them always swearing at each other with smiles on their faces. It was weird.

Cherrie just looked back at him in confusion "huh?"

He sighed loudly "it's a film- never mind. You two are weird." He stated in amusement, knowing he would never understand their dynamic . But his brother was happy, and that was all he cared about.

"do you like my brother Cherrie?” He decided to just go right ahead and ask her instead .

She looked at him, looked at Quinn then hid her grin behind her popcorn. "No. He sucks." She muttered.

Jack couldn't help himself "thought you were the sucker in your relationship." Earning himself a smack to his arm, he just giggled like a naughty child in return .

Rolling her eyes at him, she ignored the flush in her cheeks and replied quickly "their is no relationship. I don't like him. I don't care about him-." Obviously Lying through her teeth.

And Jack could only watch in absolute disbelief as Quinn got slammed against the boards by another player, watched the way Cherrie immediately jumped out of her seat in a rage.

"Fucking cunt!" She yelled loudly , scowling darkly as she watched him shove Quinn down again until he fell flat on his ass.

“Fucking get him Quinn! Break his legs!" She was a little too passionate.

Jack was tugging at the back of her jersey with a nervous laugh to get her to calm down as those surrounding them looking at them judgmentally.

Well. Looked at Cherrie banging on the glass telling his brother to pound the dickheads face in, getting creative with her ideas of revenge.

“ Cherrie! Shhh!" He giggled while Watching his brother shove the player back, snarling something at him.

He saw the other player respond and look their way, directly at Cherrie, knowing exactly who he was chirping about to get a rise of of his bier. He winced in sympathy for him .

The guy motioned towards Cherrie and smirked, muttering something to him. Then Quinn spat something back and threw off his gloves before slamming him to the floor, hitting him without any hesitation.

Cherrie yelled excitedly "woooh! That’s it baby!" Grinning widely as she watched the referee separate them.

Quinn still yelling shit at the other player. Then he looked towards them to see their reaction to his behaviour , saw Cherrie's proud smile and found his shoulders relaxing even as he skated towards the penalty box. Glad that she wasn’t pissed off or turned off by him fighting. Fighting back the twitch of his lips at how proud she looked as she gave him a thumbs up, eyes glittering.

As she finally retook her seat , there was a moment of amused silence between them as she fought back her breath from all her shouting .

Then finally "so. Don't care about him?" Jack repeated her words with a smug smirk on his face.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a easy Grin "shut up." Was all she could reply. 

Heart racing in her chest, unable to take her eyes off Quinn as she watched him pull off his helmet to wipe his face . Glaring angrily at the player still.

She then sighed in defeat.

Fucked. She was completely fucked.

Quinn rose a brow in surprise when he came out of the locker room to find Cherrie waiting for him , unable to stand still as she fidgeted with the sleeves of his jersey she was wearing.

Making him hide his grin behind his hand at the sight of her in his shirt , his number and name on her back. Feeling his heart race just at the sight of her there. Waiting for him.

God. It felt like a dream. Walking towards her and seeing her face light up for him.

She ran over to him as soon as she saw him coming , shaking her head with a loud exhale.

“That guy was a asshole!" She exclaimed . Shaking her head in amazement . Still filled with adrenaline from watching it all go down.

Quinn chuckled , grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his side as they passed some people to get down to a quieter corridor , leading towards the exit where his car was parked.

"Complete dick." He agreed easily before grinning as be recalled her yelling and her proud grin when he finally took him down. "You seemed to enjoy yourself." He said amused.

She tried to school her excitement but couldn't , instead she nudged him and grinned "I didn't know you had it in you."

Then she looked at him, really looked at him, wet hair from his quick shower , all rugged, roughened up and pretty.

Recalling the way he had slammed that guy to the ice, she blurted out before she could stop herself “that was really hot." Not regretting it either .

She wasn't the kind to back out. She was committed now, there was no turning back.

Quinn froze and tugged her to a stop , blinking down at her slowly as he wondered if he heard her right.

Inhaling deeply as he looked at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks , the way she couldn't take her eyes off him. Fingers squeezing his hip as she nudged him with a cheeky grin on her pretty face.

She meant it.

"Really?" He breathed out in shock "me?" He couldn't believe it. Even going as fair as pointing a finger at himself . Like there was anyone else around.

Cherrie just nodded her head, hooked her elbow through his and bit Down on her bottom lip till it hurt.

“Yeah. Kind of want to fuck you now." She told him bluntly , the only way she knew how.

She wasn't good at feelings. Wasn't the kind of girl to sit there and proclaim her love through poetic words and sweet gestures . That just wasn't who she was. That was Taylor swift’s job. Maybe she could sing a song to him later instead .

Quinn knew that. And He heard her loud and clear.

He went bright red, scratching at his burning neck sheepishly , his eyes darting to the ground, to Cherrie and then to the exit doors before darting back to her again.

He swallowed nervously "I mean- you can-" he stammered shyly "if you want to I mean- we could-"

She cut him off quickly "Yeah. I do want . You I mean." Eagerly tugging him along with her as her heart hammered away in her chest, belly hot and head spinning.

She wanted him so bad.

He nodded his head eagerly , letting out a overwhelmed laugh. "Yeah. Yeah. Cool. Okay-" he ran his free hand through his hair nervously

"home?" He muttered , breath catching in his throat when she looked over at him quietly for a moment

Then she shook her head with a soft smile and agreed quietly "home."

They barely managed to stumble to his car before Quinn was pushing her up against the door, body pressed tightly against her own as he leant his head down and kissed her.

Moaning against her mouth as he felt her slide her hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass, roughly pulling his hips up against her own as she bit down on his bottom lip hotly.

"Shit. Fuck.." he breathed out , eyes dark as he panted breathlessly against her mouth. Pulling back to kiss down her neck, marking her , tongue soothing over the sting as he held her as close as could possibly be .

Dipping his head to kiss her again and again and again, he exhaled shakily "you know right?" He mumbled begween kisses.

Cupping the back of her neck and stroking her ear gently, heart feeling like it was too full too handle. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin when she pulled away just enough to smile up at him, lips now the same colour as her name that he muttered out in awe.

“Cherrie…”

She laughed breathlessly against his jaw, kissing up to his cheekbone as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at it until he was moaning aginst her mouth shamelessly .

"I do." She didn't give a shit anymore . Tough girl act gone out of the window.

All she felt was her heart racing beneath her skin , then the feeling of his hands slipping beneath her shirt and the trembling of his lips as he laid his heart out on her sleeve, for her to do whatever she wanted with it.

"You’re gonna be my Taylor coded boyfriend now Quinn. Alright?" She let him know.

Lips pressing all over his face , lipstick print covering his skin as she left a red stain on his heart. He didn't wipe it away, he planned to keep it there forever.

He laughed shyly against her, eyes fluttering with bliss as she kissed his eyelids , then kissed his nose, kissing downwards till she reached his lips again.

"Sounds cool." He mumbled , licking the roof of her mouth as they made out aginst his car like teenagers.he couldn't wait to get her home.

"Can I say it?" He whispered pleadingly , hand on her hip and the other in the back pocket of her shorts as he held her close to him.

Breathless , overwhelmed and utterly fucked in the best way. She smiled knowingly

"You can tell me everything." She said. Meaning it. She wasn’t afraid anymore.

He looked at her and knew, and he knew that she knew it too. It was there right from the start , when she had crashed onto his place , made it her own. When they had argued, had bickered, had pushed and shoved, and pulled at each other's hair and clothes . Had challenged and dared eachother to do it.

So he did "I love you." He admitted to her, honesty flowing as freely through him as his love for her did.

"I think I always will." He said. Kissing her again.

She laughed softly against his lips "I know." She hummed, eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him

“I love you too. Stupid thing for us to do huh?" She said.

He laughed breathlessly "so stupid. But- hockey player so.." he shrugged his shoulders jokingly as he pulled away from her.

Opened up the passenger seat door and kicked her ass with his foot, making her giggle as he nudged her into the seat. Laughing with her.

"What's your excuse?" He teased her as he ran around to his side of the car, slipping in and turning on the engine. He pulled up his phone and put in their playlist they had made in the bar.

She looked at him, looked at his shy smile and his rosy cheeks, his flustered laugh as he leant over to buckle her in.

She sighed happily "stupidity is contagious. Remember?" She simply replied.

He laughed as Taylor swift sounded from the speakers , both of their hands reaching out to turn it up as lover played loud and clear.

Cherrie shook her head with a playful wince "this is all Taylor's fault. I mean-it's like she plans it. You're my song. All those songs I've sang along to.." she groaned , head resting on his shoulder as she kissed him there. Wanting to be close.

“I was singing about you all along!"

Quinn picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles , then held it in his own. Sighing blissfully

"Actually. It's your brothers fault really." He muttered , chuckling in amusement at how the tables had turned. "He made me swear that I wouldn't fall in love with you." He told her.

Cherrie exhaled long and hard , sharing a amused glance with Quinn.

He tutted "I don't like being told what to do. So..it's all his fault."

She nodded her head along seriously "complete dick. All his fault."

He nodded too , grinning against her knuckles as he kissed her hand again just because he could now.

"Complete asshole."

"Fuck him."

"Fuck him."

She looked over at him slyly "fuck me?"

He smirked contently "for the rest of our lives."

It's been a long time coming but..

He wouldn't change a single thing. And they could put the blame on Taylor and her brother anyways.

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Unexpected Visitor

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Lmk one-shot

{macaque x fem!doctor!reader}

CW: mentions of blood & injury

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It was about 3am when you stumbled into the kitchen of your apartment. This was the third time this week that you woke up at 3 in the morning and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s stress from your job, you were a doctor at a local clinic and you’ve been doing a whole lot of overtime for the last week and a half.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. No, that’s not it. You love your job, you love what you do. Maybe it’s something you ate. No, that’s sounds stupid. Maybe it was the feeling that you were being watched in your own home. Though you thought you were just being paranoid because you were half-sleep the few times you noticed but that feeling was still present even when you got a goodnights sleep.

Knowing you couldn’t go back to sleep since you’re already up and out of your bed, you decided to migrate to the living room maybe do some read. Turning on the lamp on the end table then going over to the window, unlocking it and opening it though you struggled with it, grunting a bit as you shoved up the window.

“I really should get this window replaced.” You mumbled to yourself then mentally noted to put it in your reminders so you don’t forget as you walked back to your bedroom to grab your journal that you write your notes to yourself in, among other things.

Walking over to the desk that you had, you sighed at the mess that you had. From sticky notes to Juicy Fruit gum wrappers, you have no idea how it got this messy after you cleaned it off just a few days ago. You decided to leave it alone for now and opened the drawer that held your journal.

Before you could reach into the drawer to grab your journal, you heard a loud ‘thud’ from the living room. You flinched, whipping your head around your shoulder. You harshly whispered a “what the fuck was that?” as you snatched your journal from the drawer and quietly shut it.

You moved quietly with your journal clenched to your chest debating on whether or not to use it as a weapon. In the kitchen you could see into the living room and something or someone was on the floor not far from the window next to your coffee table.

“What the hell?” You whispered as you slowly walked over into the living room.

Walking around the couch and over to the window, the crimson shade of blood was splotched on the windowsill. A trail of blood went from the window to whatever or whoever was laying next your coffee table. Getting a closer look, you noticed it was a someone.

It looked to be a monkey with black fur, a feathered red mark spread across his face. Tan skin covered his paws, face and ears. He had his eyes closed, he seemed to be in pain and not very aware of your presence.

You scanned over the monkey’s body and a one of his paws was over a bloody spot on his side. Your eyes widened as you kneeled down, not caring if your pajamas get blood all over them since your doctor instinct kicked in. Your hand reached over to where the monkey’s paw was to see the wound when another paw shot up, grabbing your wrist.

You gasped since it startled you but, that’s not what made you shocked the most. The monkey’s eyes glowed a shadowy purple and three ears appeared on each side of his head, they glowed their own colors. You snatched your hand away and fell back onto your butt.

“What the shit!” You exclaimed.

The monkey groaned as his features went back to “normal”. One of his paws were stained in his own blood. He probably was trying to put pressure on it so he didn’t lose too much blood, he’s not stupid at least. You should help him do something about that wound then ask him why he’s here.

“It’s looks like something got you pretty bad. What happened?” You asked him.

You heard him chuckle softly but grunted a bit from pain in his side. “You think so? It’s just a scratch.” He said.

He looked up at you. His golden eyes were half-lidded. He looked exhausted, probably from the blood loss and the pain he’s in. Though you didn’t like his remark back at you.

You frowned. “Well I guess you don’t need my help then.” You said getting up from your spot on the floor and started to walk away from the monkey on your living room floor.

“Wait..” He struggled out, he tried to grab at your pant leg but failed. “Hold on a second, doc.” He called.

That made you freeze. You rushed back over to him and squatted down next him. “How did you know I was a doctor?” You asked sternly.

“Well, you see. I’ve been sort of… watching you for some time now.” He said.

“Creep…” You said.

“True but you seemed useful so that’s why I’m here. So if you don’t mind,” The monkey lifted his hand from over his side. A large, bloody gash, it looked deep like it was from knife or he was grazed by a bullet.

“You need stitches. Wait here.” You said well you more like you ordered.

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” You heard him hiss underneath his breath. “Just don’t take too long, Doc.” The monkey said.

“Whatever. And we’ll talk later about your stalking habits, monkey face.” You hissed.

You walked out of the living room and made your way into the bathroom. You have stitch sewing material as well as other medical supplies in bag that you keep under your sink mostly for emergencies such as the one you found yourself in.

Fishing your medical bag out from underneath the sink then made your way back into the living room. When you returned the monkey was sitting up against the front of the couch. His black tail tapped the floor impatiently.

Moving the coffee table slightly, you sat on your knees next to him. Placing your medical bag to the side.

“I’m going to take off that top layer you have so I can take care of that wound of yours. And maybe I’ll be nice and patch that rip there.” You said.

“Woah~. Aren’t you moving a bit too fast there, Doc. Buy me dinner first.” The monkey smirked at you as you started taking off his top layer of clothing.

You scoffed. “Be mature. Or I’ll let you bleed out.” You threatened.

“Wow, you have some fire. I’m starting to like you.” The monkey said.

You rolled your eyes as you reached over into you bag and pulled out disinfectant wipes, scissors and a needle and spindle of thread.

The black simian inspected the items you had set out. He looked up at you with a smile. “Wow, you really know what you’re doing.” He said.

“Well yeah,” You said grabbing the scissors. “I went to school for this. Never thought I’d use my skills on a monkey who’s half dying in my living room. So, who are you anyway?”

His tail swished on the floor, looking off to the side then back at you. “Macaque. Just Macaque.” He said.

“Okay, Macaque. You’ll need to brace yourself ‘cause this is going to hurt.” You said.

Macaque grunted a bit. “I took the cut, I can take the stitch.” He said.

You smirked. “That’s what all the tough guys say.” You began, using the scissors to even out the edges of the cut, because it will heal better.

Macaque’s paw clenched the carpet, letting out a soft groan in pain. His tail flicked around in irritation. You decided to distract him with small talk, you still had questions to ask him.

“So, how’d this happen? Piss someone off?” You asked him, looking down at his wound to get to work.

A strand chuckle came from Macaque. “You could say that. Though I’m surprised I haven’t healed yet from this. Guess my power is weakened.” He said.

That caught you as you shifted your attention back to him. “You have a healing factor?” You sounded surprised when you asked him that.

“What makes you think I don’t,” Macaque said, he was slightly a amused by your expression you had when he mentioned it.

“Good point. You’re a talking man-sized monkey. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were immortal or something .” You joked, looking down back at his wound as you readied the thread for the stitches.

You felt a stare, you look back up at Macaque. A smirk was present on his face.

“Oh…” You trailed not saying another word to him. As you started sticking his wound, Macaque kept his eyes on you. You looked sleepy, light bags were visible under your eyes. You seemed very concentrated on your stitch job on him, you really know what you’re doing. He remembered that he doesn’t even know your name.

“Mac…aque… hey… Macaque!” Macaque flinched hearing you yell his name. He tilted his head to the left, pressing a paw to his ears. His ears rang a bit.

“I’m finished. You didn’t yelp in pain or anything. Did you zone out?” You asked as you put your things back into your medical bag.

“Maybe..” He said.

“Well, anyway, I think you should rest here until morning. I don’t want you stretching your stitches.” You said.

“Fine. Doctors orders, right.” Macaque said.

You rolled your eyes at him as you stood up from the floor with your bag in your hand. As you turned around, Macaque called you.

“Hey, Doc,” You turned back to look at him. “If I ever come back here. You mind telling me your name?” He asked.

Such an odd request, Macaque knew that. You’ve peak his interest not just because you seemed useful though he’d never admit that.

“My name is Y/n,” You smiled at him. “Just Y/n.”

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This took too long to write. Though it’s done. Here y’all go!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Things that go bump in the night

Corey Cunningham x Reader

Corey isn't on my writing list, But personally I loved his addition to the Halloween movies and thought he should've been used more! I don't know if he's gonna be a mainstay though but I hope you guys enjoy! <3

Notes: Gender neutral, no pronouns used, no specific reader in mind. Pre-established relationship.

You woke with a start, you strained to listen out in the darkness of your home. Removing the covers from around your body you approached the door to your bedroom as quietly as possible, trying your best to avoid the creaks that the old floorboards held.

You pressed your ear up to the door, not long after did you hear it, a faint shuffling, it sounded like it could be coming from the kitchen but you weren't sure. You glanced over at the digital clock, in big bright red letters it read "3:45 am" with a shaky sigh you grabbed the bat you kept for safety and opened the door.

Step by step you walked, again being mindful of the creaks, not wanting to alert the intruder of your presence in case they had some kind of weapon, which if they were in the kitchen you thought they most likely did.

Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs you could see the stove light on the hood of the stove was on as opposed to the main light, You could hear the faint shuffling and your pantry door opening then shutting once more. You made your way slow step by slow step into the kitchen and once you had a figure in sight you swung as hard as possible.

"HEY!" the figure yelled, jumping out of the way

"Corey?!, what the fuck?!" you yelled when the figure fully came into view "Why are you in my pantry and 3am?"

"I was gonna wake you up i promise!, I just didn't have anywhere else to go tonight" He said lowering his hands from the defensive position.

"Jesus Christ Corey, I thought you were like Michael Myers or something" You dropped the bat on the counter and sighed.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am" Corey looked at you with soft eyes and a slight frown. Your mood softened immediately.

"It's ok core', but you could've at least knocked or something" For the first time you took in Corey, His face was cut up and he had something that almost resembled blood on his clothes, You gasped

"Corey what happened to you?" You walked over and placed your hands on either side of his face taking in all his cuts, He placed his hands over yours in an attempt to calm you down.

"I'm fine hun, I- uh just ran into a few of those kids on the way here" Corey rubbed the back of his neck "And you know, I decided I wasn't gonna let them mess with me anymore" His eyes darkened and you could feel him tense under your hands. You shot him a look.

"What do you mean, Corey?, You beat them up?" Corey nodded, almost unsure of himself.

"Something like that I guess" Corey answered quietly "Don't worry about it though, just know they won't mess with us anymore"

The kids had sometimes gone as far as to harass you if they caught you walking home from the store or work, They would say nasty things directed at you about your boyfriend. This would make Corey feel terrible and as if he couldn't protect you.

You nodded and smiled slightly at him, This made Corey smile too.

"You always take such good care of me Corey" You praised him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a hug, Corey softened the rest of the way and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Y-you think?" Corey asked, You nodded.

"I don't think Corey, I know. Your so good to me, but you shouldn't go out and get yourself hurt for me." Corey shook his head.

"You're worth it though, I'd do anything if it meant keeping you safe" He confessed, Gently pressing his forehead against yours, You rubbed your noses together gently.

"My big strong protector huh?" You asked him playfully, he laughed nervously still unsure of himself and still not used to all the praise due to his mother's iron fist over him for years

"Y-yeah I guess I am" He said nodding. You smiled and pressed your lips to his and not missing a beat Corey returned the kiss. You didn't want him to get himself hurt, But if your Corey wanted to protect you then you would protect him too.

[spnexploration]

Pack chapter 22

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: The morning after your night alone.

Chapter warnings: reader self-conscious including about her body, but nothing particularly detailed

Word count: 2.6k (long one!)

A/N: I forgot to add the last chapter to the masterlist when I posted it, which I have now done. Sorry about that! Make sure you read it first.

This fulfils the nesting square of my 2023 SPN AU bingo.

Series masterlist | Supernatural writing masterlist

Part 21 <- -> Part 23

“Good morning Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Sam asked as I trudged into the kitchen.

I just groaned in response.

He chuckled, “You really are perfect for Dean. There's fresh coffee if you'd like some.” I nodded and he fetched me a cup.

I was halfway through before I thought of sharing my news. “Dean messaged me when he got to Claire, at like 3am.”

“Yeah, he messaged me too. He said he's going to work the case with her today, then decide if they stay for tomorrow. I think he realises she'll rebel even more if he dismisses her work.”

I nodded, focused back on my coffee.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked when I was feeling more awake.

“That’s up to you. We can do some more lore if you'd like, you can spend the day reading or watching TV, or you can put yourself in Madison's hands and let her go crazy keeping you entertained.”

I laughed. “Maybe we can do some lore and then I'll see if I'm up for Madi entertainment.”

“Good choice. Grab some breakfast and then meet me in the library. I'll fill Mads in when she's out of the shower.”

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Sam had me try reading some lore myself and try to make sense of it, all related to the topics we'd covered yesterday. I didn't realise how complicated killing monsters was!

After a while I was feeling tired and run down, so I headed off to Dean's room for a nap. It was probably just the poor sleep I’d had last night without Dean around. I snuggled into his pillow and fell asleep instantly.

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I woke later. I was not feeling better. I felt so cold, but I was drenched in sweat. My joints ached, it was hard to move them at all.

It took a lot of effort, but I made it to the door finally. I was going to call out for Sam and Madi, hope that they had medication for whatever illness must've struck me down.

I opened the door but felt out of breath with the effort of crossing the room. I had to get my breath back before I could call out.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps.

“Y/N?” Sam called, sounding worried. “We're coming.”

How did he know I needed him?

He rounded the corner a few seconds later, Madison hot on his heels.

“I think I'm sick,” I wheezed out.

“Omega, you're in heat,” he said gently. “I smelt it as soon as you opened the door.”

“But this feels- I've never felt like I was dying before!” I started to fall as I used up all my energy complaining. Sam quickly caught me and carried me back to Dean's bed. Now that he said it, I could feel slick gathering between my legs, but given how much sweat I was covered in, I hadn't really noticed before.

His phone started ringing. It said 'Claire Novak’ on the caller ID.

He answered and put it on speaker, “Hey Claire.”

“Sam! Dean just went into a rut and he is fucking mental! What the hell do I do?!”

I thanked my lucky stars that my body had settled on Dean, that our cycles had aligned. But now I just had to get to him, to be claimed. I shivered. What if my heat finished before I got to him?

“First, tell him Y/N is in heat,” Sam said to Claire. “It will reassure him some.”

“Sam says Y/N is in heat,” she said slightly muffled, like she'd turned the phone away. “He's growling, hang on.”

There were some strange noises and then Dean’s voice, much lower than normal, “Omega?”

“I'm here Alpha,” I managed.

“You... ok?” he sounded like speaking was hard for him.

“Yeah, I'll be ok.” I didn't want to tell him how unwell I felt.

Sam gave me a knowing look and said, “Alpha, can you put Claire back on? I'm going to work with her to get you two together.” Dean growled slightly throughout, but the sounds of the phone passing happened again.

“Sam?” Claire asked. “He didn't say anything, he just gave me the phone back.”

“Ok,” Sam continued, “The next thing you do is that you submit to him. If you start challenging him when he is in an unfilled rut, away from the Omega he is yet to claim, he is going to go feral. I recommend calling him 'Alpha’ and barring your neck if he gets antsy.”

“Great,” she deadpanned. The teenage sass was practically dripping.

“And then you get him back here, as fast as you can.”

“What about the case?” she asked petulantly.

“Claire, I promise, we will help you on this case. But this is literally the second time he has gone into a rut after finding his mate, their mating has already been threatened by factors outside their control. They cannot miss this opportunity. Plus I’ve got an Omega here who’s about to go through the worst heat of her life, she needs him.”

I gulped at Sam’s words.

“Ok, I get it. Sorry. I’ll get him back.”

“Thanks Claire.”

“Bye.”

Sam hung up and turned to me. “It's gonna be a while before they can get here, so we need to get you comfortable.”

“What- what if he doesn’t?”

“That's not going to happen. You've only just gone into heat, and even your normal heat probably lasts longer than one day?” I nodded. “This one is likely to be longer, and worse. Dean got to Claire in about half a day. There is plenty of time, Omega.”

I sniffled and he stroked my hair gently.

“How about we get you some painkillers and a cool bath or shower to try and drop this fever a bit, and then Madi can stay with you. I don't think you're going to want to be around another Alpha too much, but I'll help with the cooling down because I don't think you can hold yourself up right now. Does that sound ok?”

I nodded, too tired and achey to reply.

“I'm going to take off some of your clothes, ok?” I half-heartedly nodded. “Omega, I need your words. I'm not going to do anything you don't consent to.”

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Ok, thank you.” He started to pull Dean's flannel off me and I whined. “I know, I know, we’ll get back to Dean’s scent as soon as we can. Now, bath or shower?”

I shrugged. He kept gently removing my clothes until I was in just my underwear. I wished he was Dean. Partway through Madi had brought me painkillers and water, but I didn't feel any better yet. Everything ached and every so often I shivered, although Sam assured me I was actually hot.

“I'm going to carry you to the bathroom, ok?” I nodded and he lifted me up bridal style. I leant my head on his shoulder and, whilst he smelled reassuringly like Pack, I just wanted Dean. I started to cry.

“I know, I know,” he murmured reassuringly. “We’re gonna get Dean back as fast as we can, ok? And you're gonna feel a bit better soon. You're gonna be ok.”

He made it to the bathroom where Madi was standing next to the full bath. “Ready?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

He went to his knees and lowered me into the water. It felt strange at first and I clung to Sam's neck, but after a few moments it felt better and I let go of him.

“Now, ordinarily we'd leave you alone, but I don't think you're well enough for that right now.”

I nodded. I felt too weak to do much more, which was probably Sam's point.

Madi wet a face washer and put it on my forehead. I lay back and closed my eyes. I was starting to feel a little bit better. My joints weren't aching quite as much.

I relaxed.

“Hey, hey,” Sam said, tapping my face. I didn't know how much time had passed. “No falling asleep in the bath.” I blearily opened my eyes and tried to glare at him. He chuckled, “I'm not about to let you drown in our own house.”

I started to get uncomfortable, trying to find a way to position myself. And the water was starting to feel cold. Sam must've noticed my fidgeting as he said, “How about we get you out?” I nodded. “You wanna try standing up?” I nodded again and he reached in, lifting me out and gently placing me on my feet on the mat. Madi wrapped me in a towel.

I was still too sore to do much other than whimper as Madi dried me off. It was like having the worst case of flu ever.

Slick flooded out of me into my wet undies and down my legs. I saw Sam's nostrils flare as he smelled it, and he swallowed thickly.

“Are- are you ok?” I asked him, suddenly worried that he might be unable to control his reactions.

“Yes, sorry I scared you. I'm not going to hurt you. The scent of Omega in heat is just a bit, uh, overwhelming to Alpha senses. But it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile.

I felt like I knew what he meant. His Alpha smell was starting to get overpowering. I scrunched my nose up a little as I smelled him and he chuckled.

“I think you're entering the horny phase of heat,” Madi observed wryly. “Let's get you back to your room and we can kick Sam out before you start scratching him for getting too close to you.” Sam laughed.

“Huh?”

“I might have clawed Dean when he came into the kitchen and surprised me when I was in heat one time,” she said with a smirk. “He was literally just walking past but I, uh, reacted with claws before my brain engaged. Anyway, enough about me, I think you're dry enough.”

“Are you ok if I pick you up again?” Sam asked me.

I was still feeling weak and shaky, so I nodded. He lifted me into his arms and my skin started to crawl. I didn't like Sam touching me, he was wrong, wrong!

“It's ok, I'm going to put you down and leave in just a sec,” he murmured. I was holding myself tense, probably having my facial expressions tell the story of my discomfort.

I suddenly realised I was starting to growl.

I couldn't stop.

He placed me on Dean's bed and hastily backed away. I grabbed Dean's flannel and rubbed it over my face, utterly enthralled with its scent.

“Message me if you need anything,” he said to Madi. “I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything from Claire or Dean.”

He left. I stopped growling.

“Alright, let's get you out of those wet things,” Madi said.

I tried to reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but my arms were too weak to undo it. I started to cry, scared and annoyed about what was happening to me.

Madi sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my back. “I promise, it'll get better. I think you're feeling rubbish right now partly because of your massive fever, and partly because you're away from your mate. When Dean gets here, I promise it will get better.”

“Omega biology sucks.”

“Oh, so much! Ruts look way easier to get through than the shit we have to put up with.”

“Was it like this for you? I didn't expect to feel this much like I’d been hit by a truck.”

“No, I had Sam with me. So whilst I felt bad when it started, we pretty quickly got to dealing with it. And it sucks you don't have Dean, but he is on his way. You just gotta hang in there for a bit longer.”

I sniffled. More slick flooded out of me, for no apparent reason, and I felt weirdly like my skin was missing something. I started to fidget, trying to work out what I was feeling.

“Ok, ok, before you get all antsy, let's get you in fresh clothes.” I’d almost forgotten my bra and undies were wet from the bath, so distracted by the various painful and strange sensations from my body. I let Madi help me out of them and into a pair of summer pyjamas.

I grabbed Dean's flannel again, rubbing it over me. Then I smelled his pillow, bringing that to me too. I tried to wrap them around me, whining when it wouldn't work.

“You ever built a nest before, Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I think you’re trying to nest. Hang on,” she pulled out her phone and tapped away at it.

 I couldn't focus on what she was doing, I was too busy trying to work out what to do with Dean's things. I'd positioned myself over his side of the bed, throwing back the covers so I could smell it better. I kept moving his pillow and his flannel around, but it just wouldn't do what I wanted. I was starting to shiver again, and Madison held her hand to my forehead.

“Fuck,” she muttered, “you're burning up again.”

A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Sam pushed a laundry basket of clothes in. I growled at him. I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it. He quickly shut the door.

I finally smelt the clothes, now that Sam's wrongness had gone. Dean!! I reached out weakly to the basket and Madi picked it up and brought it to me.

“I asked Sam to get all of the clothes out of the hamper that were yours or Dean's and smelled like Dean. I thought you might like to use them in your nest.”

I purred at her and set about arranging the clothes. I don't think I've ever purred in my life.

I had to admit, now that I was putting things where they felt most right, I was clearly making a nest on the bed. I was surrounding myself in Dean's scent, picking up each item and carefully deciding where exactly to put it.

Once it was done, I tried to position myself in it. It wasn't big enough. It wasn't quite right. I wanted Dean!! I whined.

My skin was feeling strange again. I tried to scratch it to make myself feel better. But it wasn't quite itchy? It was something else. I rubbed it. Yes, that was better. But it still wasn't right.

I moved my hands around on my body. It felt a bit better. But not enough. Now I was getting frustrated that it wasn't feeling better enough.

I whined again.

“Where are your toys?” Madi asked me.

“What toys?”

“Sex toys. Can't you tell you’re getting super horny?”

Oh. Maybe that's why my skin felt weird. And why it didn't feel like the right touching. It didn't feel like normal arousal, and I’d been so distracted by everything else, I hadn't even recognised it.

I moved my hands lower. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and approached my clit. Fuck it was sensitive right now!

I tried to get Dean's scent. I tried to find the best way to be in my nest. I tried to rub myself, but it felt like trying to tickle yourself. I wasn’t getting anywhere. My skin was crawling again and my joints were aching. I was so annoyed!

Madi appeared in front of me. I had forgotten all about her. She held out her hand.

“Try this,” she said as she handed me a vibrator. “Trust me.”

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[frogofalltime]

day 13

i forgot to write this last night !!

so i started the day by turning off my alarm and going back to sleep until midday. bad idea.

then i stayed in bed on my phone until 1pm before finally getting up and taking my meds. another bad decision because they take a few hours to work and then they keep working for many more hours so if i take them too late i have way too much energy at bed time

i ate lunch and talked to my flatmate for a while. she always talks to me when she sees me so i usually avoid it when i'm not up for socialising but this time i was in the mood for it so it was good.

then my friend invited me to come over and study with her but i needed to shower first so i didn't get outside until like 5pm

then i talked to @etherealspacejelly (who was in the living room when i arrived) for i have no idea how long. i was being very loud and hyperactive and insane and idek what i was even talking about ?? these meds are making me extremely annoying ,,, i am very sorry robin

finally i actually started studying while eating chocolate and nuts and raisins and banana pieces. normally this is a very effective way to make me study because i really like these snacks but it just made me feel nauseous. i also got unbearably bored and easily distracted

i listened to my friends messing around and ended up joining in. i eventually got everything done although i just gave up on the last two lectures because the content seemed unnecessary for the exam (it probably was necessary, i was just losing my mind by that point)

then i messed around with my friends some more, washed the dishes, and went home. i could hear a really loud ringing in my ears / brain and i felt extremely overstimulated. it was kinda hard to breathe too

when i got home i managed to make myself some food because i hadn't eaten a proper meal yet. i did not feel hungry at all though. i still felt really overstimulated but i ate while reading percy jackson and it calmed me down. but eating is really hard these days. i feel sick from eating even just a small amount, and i don't want food at all :(

my flatmate came into the kitchen to eat her dinner too and asked if i wanted to watch a movie with her ?? we have never hung out before and i was not tired so i said okay. so she put a movie on her ipad on the kitchen table and we watched around half of it but then she finished her food and we both went to bed

i was not tired at all so i listened to part of a 10 hour long youtube video essay about all the problems with harry potter. i did not feel sleepy so i thought it would help. by around 3am i still was not asleep so i turned it off but the pressure in my head and around my eyes was very bad which kept me awake :/

i must've eventually fallen asleep, i have no idea when, but i had three separate stress dreams and i woke up feeling really tired

today i have an exam so i better do some revision beforehand, see ya later

[mrs-weasley-reid]

KER!!!!

Hi Ker. Its me, again. Don’t you worry about accidentally deleting my ask I did read your fic also at like… 3am LOL. I’m going to bullet point what I asked before I forget so sorry if this feels a bit rushed and kind of rude

- say don’t go (taylor swift reference? If it is I SEE YOU SWIFTIE! (Maybe swiftie? Idk if ur a swiftie but i see the ref regardless)

- this was me begging for a part 2 if you’re down to write a part 2 because i desperately wanted to know what happens next

- i was also wondering if what you did was perhaps intentional, though. The angst leaving us all on a cliffhanger. Did you leave it open ended on purpose?

- because in that case i get it but still humbly request a part 2… on my knees

- does she wake up and survive the surgery? Where do they go from there if she does?

- does she NOT survive the surgery? Where does Spencer go from there??

- but once again i don’t want you to feel pressured by any means to write a part 2. If it comes to you it comes to you, if it doesn’t that’s ok! You already gained a new fan of your writing and your work 💕

- oh i also wanted to tell u idk if i said this in my comment but I LEGIT THOUGHT that when she was standing in the doorway and he was standing there in his suit and tie that she bought him- THAT SHE DIED AND WAS A GHOST. LIKE STRAIGHT UP. I WAS LIKE DAMN SHE DEAD? But she wasn’t dead- her heart was just broken and crumpled up on the floor and what lay in the space between them

Anyway I think I’m rambling again. These aren’t really bullet notes 🤣

OK BYE YOU’LL BE SEEING ME IN YOUR COMMENTS REAL SOON 🫡😗

OMG you are such an angel for doing this😭😭😭 and don't worry, it's not rude at all!

First and foremost, yes! I am a swifitie🫶 The entire fic is written while I had the song on repeat and specifically based on these two lines:

And I'm yours, but you're not mine I said, "I love you." You say nothin' back

So, if you want to reread it while listening to the song, it might make the angst angstier (? is that even a word lol)

Now, my favorite part of your ask. I did, in fact, leave it open-ended because I love to leave readers asking themselves what they want the ending to be. One thing I want my readers to know is that I will always leave things on a cliffhanger or open-ended because I myself cannot decide what I want. The reader recovering from the surgery does not mean things will go well with them and Spencer. So, it really is up to everyone whether they want her to go or to stay. I got a request to make a part 2 where the reader dies. It was a pleasant ask (and very tempting, tbh), but I left it for everyone's own interpretation. And I would love to hear everyone's thoughts on that.

But of course, sometimes I do fold and write part 2s and more if I feel like it. Although, I love most of my fics as a stand-alone. Anyway, this might be a bit of an advertisement, but I'll be posting some unfinished drafts that are open-ended because I'm too indecisive. It would really be amazing if I get replies that tell me what they think happened and will happen. I already posted one called Execution Style somewhere around my blog. It's vague. And too short. So might not be as great.

Moving onnnnn lol

The ghost part had me chuckling when I woke up so I truly appreciate you sending the ask again. I kind of wanted the story to seem like it's going back and forth from one scene to another. It's a bit difficult to portray, so I understand why you thought she was a ghost😂😂😂

I officially welcome you to my crazy department and hope that you enjoy your stay

— love lots x

[aghadbeenhere]

Waking up, then laying back down.

AGHADBEENHERE'S UNNAMED BLOG: 2#

Riiight, and we're back! It's me, AG once again talking to you about random things I thought of in the few days since my first post! (Or was it just one day? I dunno, time's a blur for me now.) and today I woke up at 4 in the afternoon, impressiiiiveee! I'm very much aware of the fact my sleep schedule isn't EXACTLY the best and trust me, I've been fixing it!.. A few times.

Sometimes I wake up at 6am, 10am, 9pm.. 3am.. My sleep schedule's more of a roulette wheel at this point, but I think that's alright, it's not like I'm doing anything THAT productive since I do have all the time in the world..

I had some pasta with bolognesa sauce when I woke up, so I'd say that was pretty damn good..

I did spend most of my day thinking about what to write, since my life's not a very EVENTFUL one, I played some games, drew some art, yada-yada..

(this being said art)

I'd say I'm decently proud of it, I'm still struggling to really find my style and how I feel comfortable with drawing.. I think I might go traditional one day, I'd love to carry a notebook around where I just.. Doodle stuff, art pieces, little sketches, notes.. I see a kinda 'charm' in doing that sorta stuff.. And it can really help me just zone out the world around me when I don't feel like it.

But right now I don't really HAVE a world to zone out from, I think I need to go outside someday (in the future, maybe, just maybe) and get some fresh air and think about things, since I haven't gone out in six months or so.. You know, maybe one day I'll go out to sea, I've never been on a boat trip but I think it'd be interesting! I always see some of my favorite shows have at least ONE boat episode (list of shows being: Always Sunny In Philadelphia & Community)

And although they tend to paint it in a purposefully bad light for the sake of humor, I still think about it!

I still think about a lotta things, actually. (Surprising as THAT is.)

Not-so-recently (about.. a year ago or so) a friend I spoke with just blocked me out of nowhere, no message, no notice, they just up and disappeared, and when I attempted contacting them on an alternate platform, I got no response, actually; when I looked at their account, it was entirely clean! A blank slate! No posts, comments, or anything like it! I was SERIOUSLY dumbfounded by that.. Their account wasn't deleted, but the posts were??

I still haven't gotten word from them, and I can't help but at times think as to WHY they just disappeared.. And maybe even think about how it'd be to talk to them again, I know it's a pipe dream, and they may never come back, but I find a sort of comfort in at least hoping for better times, or some sort of closure on that..

But hey, in the probably one-in-billions-or-something chance of them ever coming back, I'd say something like: "Hey man! Long time no see! How ya' been? Why'd ya' disappear?" or something casual, because I would wait 5 years of solitude if I was assured that they'd come back at the end of it, I'd do that with a lot of my friends, they're really kinda why I keep pushin' on and on, and I know that if I just vanished, let go of everything and just gave up;

They'd be disappointed and sad.

SO yeah, that's how I'm still here.

Considering how this is starting to get long and I want to go get some pasta, I'm gonna go for now, but hey, we got a continuation, and we can only hope for a third part.

So, with that, AG had been here, but before they left, they wished you a good day, good afternoon, and good night. (awkward attempt at a sendoff 1#)

-ag

[msmatx]

03.27.23-04.01.23— Week 26 [TLV & a National Strike]

On Sunday we went with my cohort to learn about and visit the Gaza envelope. Immediately upon arriving back at TLV, atlas said he felt sick. At first, he said he was nauseous. Then he said he also had a sore throat. Hero had been sick the few days leading up to our Gaza trip but was feeling better on Sunday so I thought he just had allergies. I immediately got them home and walked to the pharmacy to get strep throat tests. We all tested positive. When I had initially arrived in TLV, Hero’s friend’s mother, Ariela, WhatsApped me with the contact information of a pediatrician who makes house calls. I’ll never forget what she said, “Trust me. You’ll need this someday.” Sure enough, I was frantically messaging him Sunday evening.

He asked me to send photos of the positive tests. Then he agreed to write three prescriptions for each of us and instructed me to pick them up at his apartment at 8pm. Anywhere else in the world, I would have been paranoid by this. Not in Israel. Upon arriving at this apartment, his mother invited me and tried to serve me a snack. But the taxi driver was waiting to take me back. Three prescriptions, no doctor's visit necessary, record time, and at no cost. I went straight to the pharmacy to get the prescriptions filled and then home to get us ready for bed.

I woke up at 3am and checked my phone, which had numerous messages from friends back home indicating something was happening with the anti-reform government movement. During the day on Sunday, Netanyahu fired his Deputy Minister Gallant because Gallant had been vocal against the coalition's push to overhaul the judiciary. The firing was widely unpopular. The protests later that night had grown to the largest size and now included tire burning on the highway. The protests continued through Monday and were widespread across the country. Early Monday morning we were getting notifications of strikes: the banks, malls and stores, transportation, the airport, and schools (Hero’s and mine). It was anxiety-inducing because the situation felt very unpredictable. We were all still feeling under the weather but I made a trip to the grocery store before it shut down. Eventually, we mustered enough energy to sit at the beach for a few hours. On our walk there, Atlas noted that it felt like Shabbat; the streets were eerily empty for a Monday. Many people were waiting for Netanyahu to announce a half to the government reform bill until after the Passover break. That announcement didn’t come until 8pm. While it was a relief once it came, there was a palpable level of exhaustion for a few days after. And many people remain speculative that any meaningful negotiations will come from the cooling-off period.

Our week carried on as usual. Enjoying Midas Chocolates, a chocolatier in our neighborhood. And sushi at Moon on Tuesday.

Hero finally returned to “school” on Wednesday morning. His school was officially on Passover break but his teacher was the lead teacher on Wednesday for the holiday camp. Atlas and I dropped him off and walked around the corner and saw him come out of the school building to the garden. Two of his classmates ran to greet him and his teacher, Alon, gave him a huge hug. Alon has been such a remarkable person in his life this school year. Hero adores his teacher and they share a special bond.

I sent this photo to A+H of me sitting in the hallway before my class. Many of the campus buildings have a resident cat. This one was particularly friendly.

On Wednesday afternoon, Atlas & Hero took the bus alone to meet me at the university. We had dinner at the university food court and then we walked over to the ANU museum on campus to see the Codex Sassoon. The kids loved teasing me that I was making them "see a piece of paper. Ohhhh, see a really old piece of paper." They were not wrong but I was not backing down. And I do believe that they were curious about it once we were there and could read more about the exhibit. It’s not everyday you get to see a 2000+ intact Hebrew bible that is likely to sell this summer for $30-50M.

And on Friday, we headed to the beach for our evening walk.

[rebelcliche-archived]

@helltothefire​.    “you call at 3am, i’m picking up.”   ;   selectively accepting !

          nancy  hated  bad  dreams,  especially  when  they  felt  so  REAL.  they  weren’t  unbelievable  for  her  to  just  write  them  off  and  drift  back  off  to  sleep,  or  to  even  just  lay  there,  staring  up  at  her  ceiling.  

          her  body  was  moving  before  her  mind  could  keep  up,  hand  grasping  at  the  supercomm,  and  holding  the  button  down  with  her  thumb.

          “ eddie ? ”  she  called.  “ eddie  do  you  copy ?  over. ”  she  could  almost  cringe  at  how  much  she  sounded  like  her  brother.

          the  sound  of  eddie’s  voice  on  the  other  end  brings  out  a  silent  sigh  of  relief  from  nancy,  and  she  takes  a  second  before  commenting,  “ i’m  surprised  you  picked  up. ”

          “you  call  at  3am,  i’m  picking  up.”

          “ right,  yeah, ”  nancy  said,  brow  furrowing  as  she  shook  her  head  dismissively,  even  though  he  couldn’t  see  it.  “ sorry,  it’s  stupid,  i  just— ”  ‘had  a  stupidly  realistic  dream  that  i  couldn’t  shake.’  “ —never  mind.  just  thought  i’d  check  up  on  you,  that’s  all.  sorry  if  i  woke  you  up. ”

[spikedhe4rt]

idk if you write angst i just saw ur requests are open but if you do write angst how ab Darry x a reader who dies due to a soc i am on my knees i need to feel something

Darry x Reader. Tw: Death, Murder, Violence, Hurt/No comfort

It was a cold Saturday night in Tulsa and I was at the walking to the lot to sleep since my parents kicked me out for the fifth time this month. I had a boyfriend, Darry but I didn’t want to bug him at 3am. I hadn’t told him my parents were abusive since he already had so much to worry about.

I stayed in motels and sometimes at bucks when i had money but I usually don’t because of my shitty job at the dingo. I arrived at the lot and found a “good” spot to sleep on for the night. I was getting as we comfortable as I could when I saw blue mustang pull up in the lot. What do they want? I began to try to hide but I was grabbed and shoved down to the ground. It was bob, the guy with the rings that beat up Johnny before. “Let me go! Stop!” I yelled as loud as I could but no one could hear me. “Shut it greaser!” Bob replied through gritted teeth.

He began to kick and punch me over and over again to the pint I was coughing up blood. He then punched me square in the nose with defining crack. It was definitely broken. I felt myself go in and out of consciousness. I don’t know where I found the power but I kicked as hard as I could nailing bob in the face. The other socs let go of me to help him up so I grabbed my blade from the back pocket. I stood up feeling weak as I held up my blade to defend myself. Bob began to charge at me so I used all of the strength I had left to stab him in the leg. He fell back in pain and I felt relief.

I was proud of myself, Darry always said that my blade would help me in situations like these. Even though I felt weak, I walked over to bob on the ground and nailed him right in the nose. I looked at him with tears in my eyes with a light smirk. I won! I did it! or so I thought. I was standing over him when I felt a strong pain in my side, I looked down to find a blade in my side. The other socs. The blood started to seep into my shirt making a huge stain. I doubled over in pain and collapsed.

“DARRY!, HELP SOMEONE PLEASE” I yelled, voice cracking in the process. I couldn’t get up or move at all I could do was yell for him, someone, ANYONE. I started to lose conciseness and I couldn’t feel my gash anymore. I knew this was it, the end. I spent my last breaths starting at the night sky starting to brighten with sunlight or so I thought.

Darrys POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I decided to get up early to cook even though It was my day off since the gang was coming over. I went into the kitchen to make some eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Everyone’s favorite especially Y/n’s. Shes usually here at his time already but she probably had something to do first.

After I finished, the gang started to pour in to come eat. Once we finished eating, Two-bit turned on Mickey in the living room so we soon sat down to watch. I decided to sit on recliner and read the paper instead. Y/n still hadn’t arrived and I wasn’t the only person who noticed because Dallas soon said “Wheres y/n this morning?” Everyone shrugged. “I have no idea. Have you seen her lately?” Pony asked Dallas in reply. “No I haven’t since she stayed with me couple days ago” We looked at him in shock.

I decided to say something. “Why was she staying with you Dallas?” I asked with high suspicions. “Her parents kicked her out for the fourth time this month, you didn’t know?” I was shocked, she would’ve told me if that was true, wouldn’t she? “What?!” I yelled out in worry. “I thought you all knew that?” Dallas asked confused. “Obviously not Dal” Johnny said shyly. “We should go check on her” Soda suggested. We all sat up to leave. I guess I looked very worried because two-bit and Steve came up to give me back pat and say “Were sure she fine Dar” I gave them a nod and put on my jacket. We then all head out the door.

We decided to walk to her house since we all couldn’t fit in my truck. We were all walking past the lot when pony tripped on something. “You ok little bud?” I asked helping him up. Steve looked down to see what he tripped on, his eyes widened when he saw what it was. “Is that y/n’s hat” he asked sounding scared out of his mind. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the deja vu of what happened the day we found Johnny in the same predicament. We were all scared to turn around, fearing that we’ll see the lump a body like how Johnny was. “Yea it’s hers” Dallas replied to him. I started to look around frantically looking for her, hoping to not find her on the ground. I stopped when I saw her passed out near a abandoned car in the lot.

We began to run to her, I thought that she was just beat up like Johnny but I was wrong. When we got to her, she was worst than Johnny. She was covered in bruises and blood. I dropped down to my knees in tears. Pony saw her and began to become sick. “Y/N!? Y/N!?” I said shaking her but she didn’t budge.

I picked her up and saw that she had a huge cut in her side, shirt covered in blood. I began to cry even harder not caring about the others saw me. “Y/n baby c’mon, this isn’t funny, wake up baby please” I said voice cracking the process. “Darry I think shes gone, we need to call someone” soda said sadly. I ignored him and continued to try to help her. “C’mon , Y/n please don’t die on me. I need you, I LOVE YOU!” I said knowing that she couldn’t hear me.

It was over, she was gone. FOREVER. I never got to tell her I loved her, that I wanted to marry her, that I wanted to have kids with her. I felt like my whole had ended. I felt like I failed her because I couldn’t protect her from her killers. I cried and cried to the point I felt weak. It was all my fault, I killed the love on my life. [END]

I hope this met or exceeded your expectations. I hope you enjoyed. Im always open for requests, including angst, fluff, and smut. :)

[lunacvte]

Defending Mammon ☆

listen- so i was playing obey me and i was thinking about how much Mammon get’s slandered on and i was like “I wonder how he would feel about that if it was real life”, just getting called all this stuff by his own brothers and such- i know it’s not as serious in the game as i’m gonna make it sound in this writing, but i thought it’d be a fun topic so here i am 🤭

Without further ado, This is also my first real writing, i hope everyone enjoys it >:) no real warnings except for some fighting between the brothers, name calling, nothing too serious! Overall happy ending 🫶🏻

Characters: gn!reader, Mammon, The demon bro’s ofc

Fandom: Obey Me!

Since the first day you woke up in the devildom, everyday has been — well, let’s just say you’ve experienced more in a few months than the average human does in… years.

Constant arguments, fights, endless homework, tasks given to you to complete from Lucifer himself, more arguments, telling a grown, nearly 6 ft tall demon man to get away from the fridge and go to bed at 3am- it’s exhausting work.

You can say you try your best to mend all the problems each brother has, without completely getting into everyone’s business which ultimately failed badly. Just doing all you can to grow closer with the 7 demons.

There is a certain demon you’ve actually grown quite close to though. Mammon! The target for all ill-talk amongst the brothers. Getting called “scumbag”, “moron”, “idiot”, “self-centered tsundere”, the list goes on, and you’ve heard all the insults in the book.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a little bad for Mammon when he does something dumb and get’s slandered for it. But he usually always has some sort of comback or just disregards whatever they say, so you don’t contemplate about it too much.

It seems as though he’s used to this treatment, never really getting sad over it, only ever annoyed since it constantly happens, but it’s clearly nothing too serious, you thought to yourself. At least thats what you figured, he was “THE Great Mammon” after all, why would some puny insults get to such a powerful immortal like him?

He seemed a bit off the past few days, though. He didn’t barge in your room as soon as morning came, to wake you up for breakfast and to get ready for class, he was still somewhat his usual self, raving to you about his thoughts of how to make more money, complaining about how boring Lucifer’s or Diavolo’s lectures and meetings are, the usual. He hardly paid any attention to his brothers whenever they spoke to him, barely acknowledging them.

It started off with Beel, asking him to help make breakfast for everyone since it was his turn to cook and he wanted to get it done before Lucifer woke up and classes started, but Mammon ignored his request and continued on with the conversation he was having with you. Beel shook his head without bothering with him. You thought it was really unlike Mammon, but regardless, you didn’t intervene.

And that’s how the whole day so far went. And as the brothers recognized his behavior, they were getting fed up with it. So here everyone was, in the lounge/study area, minding their business for now, but more was bound to happen.

You and Mammon had been sitting on couch doing some homework and talking all about one of his modeling experiences when everyones heads turned to the stairway, as a shout echoed into the room, it was Levi’s voice, of course yelling Mammons name. It wasn’t long before Levi was stomping down the stairs, you could see he was holding what seemed to be a wallet, though it was opened and empty.

“DID YOU REALLY TAKE ALL OF THE MONEY INSIDE THIS WALLET?!” Levi yelled, walking closer towards both you and Mammon. You looked at him, seeing his lips part, as if he was going to say something but nothing came out. All of the brothers just quieted down and watched the scene.

“Well?? You’re the only one who could be dumb enough to go through someone’s room!” He claimed, holding the wallet with a fist.

You were about to try calming Leviathan, but before you could say anything, Mammon finally spoke out.

“W-well it was when ya told me i could take some cash-! Y’know, for the ring i wanted..! Listen Levi, i-i said i’d pay ya back, i’m not in the mood right now to be-“ Mammon was cut off by the angry demon in front of us.

“You’re not in the mood? Well neither am I! I told you i’d give you some cash, this was a wallet that was hidden from you for a reason, and now it’s empty! How’d you even find this?? I guess you really are such a greedy dumbass to steal from your own brother!” He shouted once again, making everyone look at Mammon with disappointed eyes.

“Mammon. How much did you take for Levi to be this fumed?” Satan suddenly intervened, looking at him as he rested the book he had been reading on his lap. Mammon scoffed and glanced at you for a split second, only to look away at a random wall. “I-it was just like.. 100 grimm or something..” he mumbled, though everyone could hear.

It felt like you could hear everyone in the room sigh, Seeing Asmo roll his eyes and go back to maintaining his nails as if he didn’t care about just another dumb fight of his older brothers.

“HAH! You’re real good at making jokes, you know that?? Try 2,000 grimm! I had exactly 2,031 grimm in here!! And its all gone! you’re such an idiot, Mammon- words can’t even explain how mad I am. You get your greedy hands on EVERYTHING the second you get a chance to, without any regard for anyone else! But stealing THAT much money?? From me?? You really thought i wouldn’t notice?? I was saving up for a gift for everyone here so we could enjoy it as a family but you ruined that! I seriously can’t stand you.”

Everyone just stared at Leviathan as he ranted on and on, shocked at his words that came out so harshly.

And so the insults rolled in.

“Seriously Mammon? You’re gonna lie and say 100 grimm when it was actually that much? So stupid.”

“I doubt you’re even gonna give it back. Or pay him back, nonetheless.”

“You always do this. Why can’t you just learn already? We get you’re the sin of greed but why can’t you just earn money like everyone else??”

“Don’t expect me to help out this time when Lucifer ties you up to the ceiling.”

“All this shouting is making me too hungry…” (pls beel would say this, can’t prove me wrong 😭)

Mammon just clenched his jaw and rested his head on his hand. He wasn’t arguing back or standing up for himself like usual or even making a joke out of it, he just sat there at took it all. While you don’t agree with what he did, he didn’t deserve to have such demeaning things said to him. He made a stupid mistake, but who’s to say he really won’t do it again?

After a few minutes of all his brothers scolding him, you just looked at Mammon, seeing how his eyes were coated with a glossy look. Was he really on the verge of crying? You knew he was sensitive when it came to stuff that scared him, or sad movies, but you’ve never actually seen him almost cry.. and it broke your heart.

“Guys, stop! All this yelling is giving me a headache.” You said, not too loudly but clear enough for everyone to hear over each other’s voices, and the room did infact quiet down once again. Mammon just looked over at you, his expression was soft, but you could tell he was surprised.

“Do you all think this constant scolding and arguing doesn’t affect him?? Yes, he shouldn’t have touched the money that didn’t belong to him, but how can you guys sit here and call him “stupid”, and “dumbass”, as if he’s supposed to just shrug it off later?? You all act like you’re perfect when everyone in this room has their flaws and faults, so i’m done hearing this constant “let’s make Mammon the bad guy” here, because he’s not! He took some money that can be replaced. Levi, you should know that Mammon is now sorry for taking the money, but you can just work a bit more or make money online like you usually do, can’t you? You all only have one brother like Mammon, and I know you all love him despite the things he does, so why can’t you just cut him some slack sometimes??”

You huffed after practically saying everything you wanted in a short few breaths, seeing everyones expressions turn to shock. Once again, you got into everyone’s business, like this argument that had nothing to concern you with, but it needed to be done. Mammon was someone who was close to you and you cared about him, even if he did things you wouldn’t agree with.

Mammon just looked at you with eyes that were more teary than before and blushed furiously before looking down at his lap. No one knew what to say, this was the first time their sweet human had snapped like this, getting in between their fight. As everyone sat there in silence, you contemplated on if you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“I’m.. sorry, i just couldn’t sit here while you all called someone important to me such things..” you murmured.

“Are you kidding? You just ended a whole falling-out between Levi and Mammon- who never shut up, with just words! Are you sure you don’t have some magic in you?? Honestly.. it was quite attractive~ having you scold us like that~” Asmo stated, his tone sounding astonished, though adding a little giggle at the end.

“Yeah.. usually lucifer has to get in the middle of things by punishing one of them.. clearly he’s been doing things wrong this whole time.” Belphie stated.

“More importantly.. you really- stood up for me?” Mammon uttered out, having everyones attention turned towards him once again.

“Well.. yeah, like I said. I’m done with the arguing..”

“MCCCC!!~ I can’t believe you said such adorable things about meeee.. i might really cryyy…” your whole body suddenly jolted from the force of Mammon throwing his arms around you completely, his head rested on your shoulder as he happily sobbed.

Whattt is happening.

“Just because mc was here to defend you this time doesn’t make what you did okay. You better work to pay Leviathan back. Every single 2,031 grimm. Or we’ll tell Lucifer about all this and have him exterminate your precious credit card.” Satan said with a familiar stern voice, similar to Lucifers lecturing tone.

But not once did Mammon move his head from your shoulder, you just chuckled and patted his back softly.

“I think he understands.” You told Satan.

“Good. Let’s get food from Hell’s Kitchen now, i’m starving” Beel smiled, as all of us gave him a “we literally just ate dinner an hour ago..” look.

~

Later that night, Mammon lightly tapped your bedroom door that was half open, not wanting to be loud incase you were asleep, but you were infact awake. You sat up from your bed and turned on your lamp, giving him a faint smile as you rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light.

“What’s up, Mam’s?”

“Uh.. I wanted to thank ya for earlier.. i don’t think many people would stand up for someone like me or for what I did so.. hearing that I’m someone important to you really made me happy.. happier than I think i’ve ever been.” He said, looking away from you, knowing that he was flustered beyond belief.

“Of course, but you ever pull something like that again, and i’ll scold you myself. And i don’t take theft lightly, got that? You really hurt Leviathan.” You said, patting the spot right next to you on your bed, letting Mammon sit down beside you.

And so, you both ended the day laying next to each other, talking and laughing until the middle of the night and the time came around to cuddle up and fall asleep.

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A/N : AHH MY FIRST WRITING IS COMPLETE SNDNMA I HOPE THIS WASN’T TOO LONG AND BORING i’m just a beginner 🥹