#and i broke a nail on the dishwasher

[mostly-paper-kind]

the thing no one tells you about getting old is that you’re going to have an ever increasing list of weird ways you managed to hurt yourself. today i tweaked my neck while baking

[bluebellthesponge]

still can’t believe i spent time always every couple of months just trying to see how long i would leave my nails alone to grow for (usually at most i think i left them to grow for three months)

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

pt. 2

you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.

you ran into him on the street.

no, like, literally ran into him.

you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.

oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!

and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-

anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.

any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—

laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you

—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.

anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.

you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.

of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.

you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.

(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)

your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.

you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.

you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.

you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.

time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.

nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.

and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.

it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.

you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.

it definitely isn’t good for you.

but neither is life without dick grayson.

you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.

you were human!

but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.

never.

he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.

your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.

you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.

and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.

you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.

you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.

your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.

and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.

you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.

fucking batman?

you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.

a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.

you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.

so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.

trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.

“trouble??”

your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.

trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.

dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.

trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.

“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.

“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.

you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.

your chest hurts.

you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.

“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”

that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.

dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.

“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.

you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.

you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.

he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.

“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.

you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.

“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.

he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.

“..oookay?”

dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”

“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.

your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”

“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”

dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.

“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”

one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.

“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.

you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.

he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.

“can you get us untangled?”

dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.

“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”

he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”

“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.

dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.

when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.

he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”

you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.

a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.

shit. literally.

you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.

“is that trouble’s?” he asks.

you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”

“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.

“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.

“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.

“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.

[innerfare]

Random Kid Headcanons 

Summary: A random collection of Sir Crocodile headcanons

CW: None // SFW

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Jams to music in his workshop. Most of the time, it’s metal. Likes pop music; would rather die than admit it. Sometimes, being on the Victoria Punk feels like being in a musical. Drums with his eating utensils at meal times. Has diverted course because he heard about a rock concert on a different island than the one his crew was initially headed for. 

Pretty messy, TBH. Always has clothes strewn around his room, can never tell which ones are clean and which ones are dirty. Everything he owns has some sort of oil, grease, or lipstick stain on it. Also has lots of holes in his clothes, claims it’s grunge but really he’s just too lazy to mend them or doesn’t feel like buying replacements. 

Drinks milk, orange juice, etc. straight out of the carton and puts it back in the fridge. Also dips his grimy hands into chip and trail mix bags. And if he’s cutting bread for a sandwich, he’ll do it directly on the counter; brushes his crumbs on the floor after. 

Has used a steel scouring pad to get dried blood and oil off his skin before, and regularly uses dish soap to wash his hair. Thinks dishwasher soap and dish soap are the same thing, and that they’re the same thing as hand soap. Doesn’t know what fabric softener is. (If you decide to date this man, you will definitely have your work cut out for you; he’s a stray and it shows in his daily habits.) 

That being said, he’s very picky about cosmetics. He only uses a certain shade of eyeliner, a certain brand of lipstick, and always uses a top coat when he paints his nails. He doesn’t, however, use makeup remover, meaning he usually wakes up with raccoon eyes. 

Literally so dramatic, probably has a smoke machine somewhere on the Victoria Punk. 

Has a notorious temper (as if we don’t already know). Snaps over small things. Blames others for moving his stuff because he can never keep track of anything, only to find he was the one who did it. Will never admit to being wrong. The temper can be confusing, too, because he often shows affection by making fun of people and even punching them (granted they’re strong enough to take a friendly punch). If he yells at you, he hates you, but also, if he yells at you, he loves you- oh, and he refuses to elaborate. 

Uses his devil fruit powers to give members of his crew free piercings. Pierced Killer’s nipples after he (Killer) lost a bet. Has considered piercing his own nipples, thinks it would look sick. 

Once accidentally drank oil instead of coffee when he was working in his workshop one night because he confused the canister for his coffee mug. 

Drinks his coffee black, and not in a performative “I’m a man so I hate cream and sugar” kind of way. Genuinely enjoys his coffee black and bitter, the stronger the better. 

Has the sort of mechanical brain that just has to fix things. If someone mentions a hinge is squeaking, a piece of something broke off, etc., he’s dealing with it almost immediately. Will lose track of time trying to repair things, once without realizing spent four hours trying to fix a can opener that Killer said needed to be thrown away. Has definitely taken things apart before to figure out how they work and then not put them back together because he got distracted (has undiagnosed ADHD for sure). 

Smokes, but only ever late at night and when he’s alone. They’re his contemplative cigarettes, a little something to take the edge off and keep his hands occupied while the gears in his brain are turning. I.e., treats his late night cigarettes as a fidget spinner. 

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[wren-dy-flowergarden]

𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴For a whole world defined by the idea of fairytales, you did not feel as if you were living one. But Cinderella got her Prince Charming eventually! Maybe you end up with your own fairytale ending once you finish your hellish shift. 

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: Sorry! A repost that only 12 people have saw before (the special ones) and I thought more ppl need to see my boi Floyd. Thank you for filling my insecurity  (ノ*°▽°*).✧.*✦ *.✧  

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Word Count: 4.3k   Floyd x gn!reader

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Tags: friends who want more, long shifts = loss of logic, fluff and deals, a little spicy at the end? hands, Hands, HANDS! 

For a whole world defined by the ideas of fairytales, you did not feel as if you were living in one.

Life has been "hectic" to put it mildly. From being pushed into a carriage (which should be considered kidnapping logic blasted away between gaps in worlds), dealing with egotistical boys that turn into a monster of repressed issues, and on top of all that studying 24/7 to even catch up with the grade level is too much to handle.

Oh, and to keep up with Grim's insatiable appetite, meaning he ordered twenty plates of tuna behind her back at Lounge Monstro leading to said terror to complain that his "poor paws" can't soak or they become little wet stubs. Not only that the animal language test was coming up and you really needed all the help you could get. Therefore, you took up some extra shifts that were available at the Lounge.

The only shift being dishwater duty.

Plummeting her hands with washed-up food and soapy water felt disgusting.

It felt like a pre-prince charming Cinderella fairytale.

Scratch that, you felt like a poorer pre-prince charming Cinderella. At least Cinderella got a fire to sleep next to (though Grim acted as a nice heater if he didn't twist and turn so much at night.)

Dousing wrinkled fingers, with clean water from the spout you gave an audible groan as the busser just pushed at least twenty more dirty dishes to her. He gave a small sorry before dashing off again.

You eyed the mess of gravy, picked clean bones, and a mountain of stacked soda glasses about to tip over. A job is a job but this is ridiculous.

Starting with the plates first you grumbled, "Stupid Azul being cheap-" scrubbing harder against a stain, "scheduling only one dishwasher today." All of a sudden, oxygen left your lungs as something heavy collided into you.

"Koebi-chan! You're here today~" Floyd grinned as he put most of his weight onto your body.

Being "hugged" by Floyd felt more like being "mauled" by a bear. A strange, friendly, sharp tooth instead of nails type of bear but mauled either way.

"You're heavy", you grumble hunching over, chest almost touching the tip of the basin, "get off me!"

You are not supposed to poke the bear but in this case Floyd really didn't mind, "Hehe~. Koebi-chan is super fun when they’re red!"

Like his twin would say, 'There is no stopping Floyd from getting what he wants without measurable danger.'. The danger might be your neck being squeezed or maybe losing a finger to pointy teeth but really what could be worse than your kidnapping from another world situation? Not much.

Yuu steadies her hands against the sink as eyes glaring at yellow, “At least help me with dishes. With you, on cooking duty instead of Jade there are at least triple the number of pans."

He leans back relieving some of the weight as he explains with clear disinterest, "Ehhhh, but I just got off!"

He snakes one arm around your waist pulling tight as you let out a squeak, his lips getting closer before he breathes out.

"Let's just stay here~" You feel his lips close to your ear, “Forever~”

You flayed, pruned hands covering your ears as a crimson red ran up your cheeks as you broke out of Floyd's grip gaping at him.

"You- You!"

Floyd breaks out into his signature grin, mirth dancing in his eyes, "Hehe. Koebi-chan gives the best reactions ever!

You glared back before turning to at least an hour’s worth of dishes that need to be done before Azul sent you home tonight. Then it was the homework and also finding the time to make a quick dinner, and ugh- "Just help me out would you? My feet are already hurting from tonight's dinner rush."

"Nahhh." Floyd says stretching his arms above his head a few pops and a shrug later he crosses his arms with the smirk of someone who would get at least 8 hours of sleep tonight, "Azul said I'm done tonight."

Well duh, you heard all the wrong orders going out. Azul probably wanted to preserve if/any profits were made tonight.

"Besides! Washing dishes are supeeeer boring." he tilts his head to the side frowning, "Not really into that."

You sighs and tries to outweigh the odds in her head:

Option one: Floyd will go bother some other poor soul after a few moments of silence.

Or

Option two: If he did try to clean the dishes Yuu is almost 99.9999% sure that the show-off would try to recreate his basketball moves using plates as the ball which would eventually break and YOU would have to clean up.

Or get your pay docked . . .

Option one it is.

"Fine Floyd. I'll see you tomorrow then."

A slow blink before the six-foot man unrolled his arms, confusion in his voice, "Huh?"

You focused on scrubbing at a black stain on one of the pots, it's a 50/50 if it looks clean or not, "I said 'fine'. I will see you tomorrow." You would not turn back around. You are focused. Focused on these hellish stains.

So focused, you did not even notice Floyd stomp off.







An hour and a half later, wrinkled chicken skin and tender feet that hurt to walk on you were finally given the ok to head home.

It was worth it though, you gasped when Azul gave a copy of his notes. Diagrams, arrows, and color-coded entries determine which grammar was being used. If Azul wasn't such a devil when it came to business he might have been an angel.

Stuffing the notes into her book bag, she winced glancing at her feet and feeling her skin rubbed raw.

Note to self: wear better socks.

Shuffling slowly to the entrance two figures shadowed the bar, Jade polishing a glass and Floyd's with his head down on the counter.

Jade gave a perfected smile, "Ah Prefect, thank you for working so hard today," his eyes glanced down to his brother sulking on the counter, "Floyd told me you were very focused today."

A whine came from Floyd, like his puppy (do merpeople have puppies?) just got kicked. Yuu shuffled around to a bar stool leaning against it, "Well I was trying to get home before ten, but it seems like that wasn't the case tonight."

Floyd kicked his feet against the bar counter another whine leaving him.

Jade blinked, expression turning inquisitive to a not-very well-hidden smirk, "Pardon my manners, but Prefect you seem rather stressed. Isn't that right Floyd?"

Floyd let out a sound that Yuu could not tell if it was an agreement or not, but Jade knew as he placed a perfectly polished flute on the counter.

He smiles, and it sends a small shiver down your spine, "It seems you're unsteady on your feet Prefect, your shoes giving you difficulty?"

He tilts his head to his twin, grin not leaving his face, "It may come as a surprise, but Floyd may be able to help your situation."

Floyd stops kicking the bar and you are trying to make heads or tails of Jade's words. It was late. You were tired. You wanted to go home to whatever rickshaw/graveyard dorm you called a home when other dorms had where place in literally different geo spheres.  

You shake your head, "No thanks, I rather deal with my bloody toes another day."

It was as if Jade expected that answer because he just nods, in full understanding, and Jade never fully understood unless it was for his gain you've learned, "It's unfortunate, but I believe this be for better than for not. Remember our favor?"

And no, you don't remember, because there could be a billion favors you owe Jade- from him giving tips to you to keep up with rush hour or simply holding the door open for you- because every act of kindness from him is a disguise for his amusement.

You stare at Floyd, who was oddly quiet at this moment, and you want to collapse but it was better not to ask about favors in front of them both.

They tend to get a little jealous and the rest of your day is gone trying to make one of the two contents until they forget. That person usually being Floyd, because Jade rarely forgets.

You groan, placing a hand on your head to stop your incoming headache.

Fine. What's the worst that can happen?

You probably couldn't imagine what the "worst" was through the pounding in your head as Floyd jumps up, joy evident on his face as he pulls you with him with Jade waving goodbye.

The "worst" was actually being carried chest to chest spinning around in circles through Octavinelle's public lounge which thank god there were nobody in sight, or should you say blurred with the way Floyd keeps twisting you around and around like a whirlpool.

You complain once about Floyd's freakishly long legs walking too fast and this is what you get.

The only way to balance yourself was ducking into his neck shutting your eyes waiting for the experience to be better. You dig in close and Floyd in response is to squeezes you closer.

…It’s not that uncomfortable.

"We're here!" Floyd shouts and you immediately put a hand over his mouth, you don't want to wake anyone else up to this embarrassing scene, for your own sake.

Floyd lowers you to the floor where you gently let go of his neck, your distress evident enough on your face because Floyd is grinning like a kid who just made bank at the candy store.

The door opens one side to messy clothes littered over every droppable surface there is sheets twisted to one corner of the bed, and papers scattered across his desk. In all honesty, it would not be that bad if not for the fact the other side looked like those real state showrooms. Nothing was out of place, no crease on the bedding, and everything was ironed and hanging on a clothing rack not very far from an organized desk. Must be Jade’s side.

Floyd pushes you a bit and you stumble toward his side of the room.

"Hey! I can still walk you know." Dodging some thrown clothes was more difficult as Floyd closes the door.

"Ehhh, but you were just staring Koebi-chan." He gets closer knocking you onto the edge of his bed. Huh. Your heart feels like it's running at a thousand miles per hour as Floyd puts two hands on your shoulders pressing you into the bed so that your sitting, "Relax, relax~ we're just getting started!"

Wha- What does he mean by that!?

His fingers glide gently down your arms, and it feels like fire touching ice for the first time. A strong goosebump sensation travels down leaving just a strange warm feeling filling up your body. It's weird and you don't know how to handle this as he keeps trails down to your hands before gripping them.

You never noticed how much he engulfed you as he gave you a tight squeeze, before lowering onto his knees. He would be between your legs if you weren't squeezing your thighs as hard as possible together. Knocking on your kneecap like a door he gives childish smile, "Move your legs Koebi-chan~" It was to- to much for your poor little heart.

You call out, well it comes out more as a half shriek half whimper as you push at Floyd who was slowly pushing one of your legs aside, "Hey- that! That's too much!"

Floyd blinks, "Too much?" He leans downward, chin onto the edge of your thigh and frowns similar to how you imagine a dog being yelled at. You do everything in your power to stop your voice from shaking, but this was the furthest you have ever gone in your life, and you haven't even kissed!

You mind was quickly turning into a vortex sucking in every single scenario locked in the back of your head and just when you feel the tip of your ears about to burn off a whine interrupts you.

"But Koebi-chan, I just need my tools."

Forget the ears, your whole head was exploding off your shoulders, "T-to-tools!?"

Another nod, "Yup," a pop of the 'p', "ya know to fix your shoes." And your face must be ridiculous because Floyd gives such an uncontrollable laugh his head tilting back before wiping a stray tear from his eye. He grips your ankle loosening the collar between shoe and skin. You let out a small wince as the shoe peels apart from bloody skin, him delicately wriggling out the rest of the shoe off.

He flips the crew shoe upside down, "You see. Koebi-chan’s foot is getting all mashed up like shark food. See, see?" You kind of notice, only the tip of the show is scrubbed off along with a large part of the heel.

Floyd flips the shoe again as he shows you the inside, the heel is worn down to the sole and there is wet blood on the side as he clicks his tounge, "Koebi-chan~ You should've given Azul the right size, now you're payin' for it!" And you would if you could, but only men's sizes are available and that kind of screwed you over a bit for your small feet.

"So- so the tools you were talking about..."

He slides his arms underneath the bed pulling out a worn wooden box. A grin blossoms to life as he unclasps the top of the box revealing what you could only assume to be a cobbler set. Unlike everything else in his room, the tools are polished to a worn type of satisfaction- like an artisan who created each imperfection to conceive perfection.

It wasn't what you were thinking of at all.

It. Wasn't. That. At. All.

Floyd’s smile widens as he sees your puffed-up cheeks, meanwhile scrunching into yourself to hopefully create a black hole to swallow yourself in rather than face embarrassment of misreading the conversation.

"Woah- this is a new phase for Koebi-chan!"

"Just! Just fix my shoes Floyd!"







You look at the clock located on Jade's side of perfection. It read 11:43, and you were surprised that Jade hasn't come back yet, well scratch that, he is dedicated to his craft. You flip over on the bed as Floyd is still extending the collar of your crew shoes. It's a different look you don't see often. Mostly Floyd will be hopping around from area to area with either a smile or frown on his face, but now he just stared in concentration using his tools to create.

You never have seen him like this, and that bothered you- just a bit. You were so used to his voice filling every space of the conversation that all you needed to worry about were your next words. Now all you had were you, him, and your thoughts.

You hate to say this, but maybe it was because you were bored?

A small cough leaks through your mouth, just enough to garner attention and it doesn't even distract him. You frown and just when you are about to turn around to stare at the clock Floyd giggles, "Koebi-chan looks like they're drying up on hot sand."

Rolling your eyes you respond, "Well I am just laying here." Floyd must be amused because you can hear him hum a little tune under his breath as he grabs a canister from the box and a small brush.

"Hey, Floyd."

"Hmmmm~ Whatcha want?"

You think of the best way to ask these questions, but you assume the simpler the better.

"Why do you know how to fix shoes?"

"Hmmmmmm dunno."

"You don't know?" You take another glance at how meticulously he handles every instrument like he carved each one from hand for its own individual purpose. You decide to rephrase, "Is it another hobby?"

Brushing another coat of the mixture onto the tip he cracks his neck turning his lamp to the side, "When I was little, Jade and I sometimes see land-dwellers on land twirling and dancing around.” He tips his brush back into the mixture, “We don’t need feet because it’s not needed ya know. Yet you guys decorate your feet in so many styles its super interesting you know. Just cause we have fins doesn’t mean we paint them weird colors. Suuuper funny you know.”

He clicked his feet together and it was just then you noticed the difference of the style of Floyd's shoes compared to your own brown ones. They were in pristine condition, as the white cut the heel and toe into two parts separating them from matte to a glossier finish with no marks on them. It was much different than the beaten-up ones he currently had between his fingertips.

You never really looked down when talking to Floyd because he was so much taller.  You guess you never did notice how pristine his shoes were compared to how frumpy he wore his uniform.

"Heh, seeing how land-dwellers had so many styles for their feet is so funny." He looks at your feet, already bandaged up with some disinfectant, "It's like you have to wear 'em. You landies are so delicate that you need shoes to protect your feet! That's sooooo different~"

You're starting to understand, "And that just makes us all the more interesting huh?"

He grins in a way you can see a sharp tooth poking out on top, "But your wayyyy more interesting than the others Koebi-chan~ .”

Your cheeks start to warm up, but you don’t fall for the bait, “Oh really?”

"M'mhm almost done~"

You roll to a cooler side of the bed, "And I was just getting comfy here." It really was miles above your own cardboard spring bed, you were sinking into this bed than just laying on a rock with some sheets thrown ontop.

Floyd swivels around on his chair and just wheezes as he looks at your form, "HA- Koebi-chan looks like a starfish now!" And you can’t disagree this is one of the comfiest beds you have been on yet it was all disturbed with Floyd gripping your ankles pulling you slowly to the edge of the bed.

“Wake uppp, you have to try em on now.” He whines as you groggle. Sitting on the edge of the bed again, you have purer thoughts this time as Floyd gets down own knee. He folds up your pant leg a couple rolls to expose your ankles better.

Satisfied, he cautiously takes one of the shoes and opens the collar gently guiding your toes in making sure not to catch any of the band aids on the side. You look down at him and again he is so focused, it’s so unlike him yet it doesn’t look that unfamiliar.

Catching the heel in place you are in awe. Instead of the front frow of your toes being squished there was now enough room to wiggle, and your heel wasn’t digging into the back of the shoe anymore. Not only that a new coat of paint was layered of scratches and on the rim of the sole you could see accents of white and grey cutting the style of the shoe leaving it with a trendy type of look.

You twist your foot back and forward looking at his craftsmanship. It’s amazing its spare detail that makes you feel like it’s yours. Something made for you. You and nobody else.

It almost felt like you were Cinderella fitting on the glass shoe.

“Soooo?” He whispers breaking you out of your thoughts, “Perfect fit?” He knows it because he is wearing a grin that reads as ‘say it! say how much you like it!’.

You roll your eyes, “Perfect fit Floyd.” He’s still looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. It’s a little outside your comfort zone but you raise a hand to his scalp and rub in circles, “I really like them.”

They really were perfect. So perfect a concern crosses your mind, “How much does it cost?”

Lazy eyes blink as you stop massaging his head, “Hmmmm?” He thinks for a moment, “Well I’m feelin’ pretty nice today Koebi-chan~” And automatically your brain thinks ‘free?’ but of course this is the dorm of deals akin to mercy so Floyd continues, “How about a kiss?”

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A kiss…?

Your thought you were in the safe but your brain short circuits all the way to outer space and back, “A- A kiss!? What are you talking about Floyd. That’s- What!”

He pouts, “Well cause after you land-dwellers finish the last song usually you guys kiss right?” He sighs sitting on the floor crossing his legs, “Ya know I dance all the time, but I’ve never kissed anyone after.”

There are so many things wrong with that logic, but your short, circuited mind isn’t making sense, so you say something just as dumb back.

“We aren’t dancing Floyd.”

He looks at you in a way that makes you look like the dense one, “Duh Koebi-chan, that’s why this is the price!” He points to his cheek, “Right here! That’s where I want the kiss!”

Being flabbergasted is an understatement to how you feel right now, Floyd just keeps looking at you expectantly from the floor as he keeps tapping his cheek. It’s just a kiss on the cheek you say to yourself, what’s the worse that can happen? You’ve kissed your mom on the cheek this is fine!

“…fine.” Floyd lights up like its Christmas and you must wonder in the back of your mind if this is really just some elaborate scheme you are playing into. He is not getting up and you are embarrassed beyond the universe as you slide off the bed onto the floor, “Tilt- tilt your cheek to the side.”

He does so without hesitation, you can still see half the smile he is wearing on his face as you put an arm out to steady you as you lean closer and closer- oh please god don’t let my heart kill me- and right when your close enough to close your eyes and quickly press your lips against cool skin you hear a chuckle.

“Eh Koebi-chan face is really cute right now.” And suddenly you feel your chin being jerked as your lips contact something so much softer than what you remember as a child. It’s a little cool and somewhat chapped as you press into him and then he moves! You won’t open your eyes because if you do it feels like the butterflies beating in your chest will explode out of you. Floyd moves his hand to stable you as he rubs the other hand behind the back of your neck relaxing you into him as he moves against you in a way that it takes all your concentration to move with him.

A breath and you are gasping for air like a person held underneath water for far too long. Red face forehead to forehead to cool eyes and Floyd slowly licks his lips and looks at you in a way a hunter has just captured its prey. Devious eyes you think before he leans in again and you follow suit because there was something so addicting with the way Floyd pulls your lower lips with his fang and the way he rubs your arm back and forward as if wanting more of you and the only way you can answer is by gripping him tighter between your fingers.

You break apart and you lean against his chest this time catching your breath as he holds you, if you listened to his heart beat it was almost as fast as yours. You gulp air still passing through your lungs, “Was- Was that enough?” It was hard to hear his response through the blood passing through your ears, but Floyd just laughs as you feel his chest move with every breath, he hold your cheek as he tilts your head up craning it towards his dual-colored eyes.

He has a pretty, pink blush on him as well covering his nose all the way to his cheek bones, you can see the fang that tugs your lips barely peeking out of his smile.

“Hmmmm~ Maybe just one more.” And you close your eyes just one more time.





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(Around 11:25pm at Lounge Monstro)

Azul is not having a good day. Not at all. Wasted food and damages, he needed to pay for restoring table 28, 32 and 18 after Floyd for some reason stormed out the kitchen and creating destruction everywhere he went. Azul groans as he flips through number filled papers with red lines and circles.

He thought that he had properly prepared to mitigate these damages when he gave Floyd an early night off but seeing his previous number quadrupled put him into a sour mood.

Reading the clock 11:28, he locks his office ready to get at least four hours of sleep because he still needed to write that business proposal for the headmaster-

“…Jade you’re still here?” He asks taking a step over what seems to be a sleeping bag and a couple books hovering near a campsite lamp, “We talked about this. No “practice” camping in the lounge” Azul warns as he finds Jade near a booth flipping through a book all about mushroom delights.

Jade just looks, with polite smile all he says is, “You can settle all qualms with Ramshackle’s prefect.” As he flips the next page.

Azul groans, Ramshackle’s prefect, another word for headache. Always putting their nose where it’s not supposed to be, but how would that be affecting Jade? Jade being a consistent vice warden understood Azul’s clear confusion and clarifies, “Floyd is with them in the dorm.”

oh….OH

Azul waved his thoughts away, there was no need to deal with this at this very moment instead he hands over the papers in his hand, “Help me with these accounts and you can stay in my room tonight.”

“Oh, how gracious of you.”

“Be quiet. Floyd is working double after tonight.”

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YOUR BRIAN QUINN X READER ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD, HELLO?? Anyways, I was wondering if it was possibly to do a Q x Gender Neutral reader? Nothing fancy but maybe and established relationship and some fluff y'know?

THANK YOU????? OMG?????????? Anyway I think I'm gonna try to write in a more Gender Neutral friendly way anyway for one shots, everyone deserves to fantasize about their celebrity crushes <3 Hope y'all enjoy!!

Movie Night (Brian “Q” Quinn x GN!Reader)

Summary: Q is late from filming. Again. But you could never stay mad at him, it's almost impossible. Slight angst-ish??? But overall fluff!

As I finish washing the dishes, I can't help but shut the door to the dishwasher with a swift thud, causing some of the dishes inside to rattle. My lungs fill slowly then release the air in huff as I look at the clock to the microwave: 11:23 pm. I can feel my heart drop with every minute that passes across the face of every clock in our house. Q was late, again. But this time, it hurt just a little bit more.For the past month, Brian’s been staying later on set, whether it was to catch up on busy work or to simply squeeze in some quality time with his friends. At first, I really didn’t mind; I knew what I signed up for when it came to dating someone who has their own tv show. However, one hour late becomes three hours late and I end up waiting by the phone in bed for a “coming home” text from him. He still cares, I know that at least. There’s been a lot of morning coffee talks about my feelings and I know he had his full attention on me and my new worries. He suggested that the next night he’ll get home as soon as he can and we can have a cozy movie night in. It was such a simple idea but I couldn’t help but feel a comfort wash over me. I had set up our living room with warm blankets, lavender scented candles and popcorn that’s lost its heat. The screen of our TV was on a selection of movies I picked out for the night, but it’s been replaced with the scrolling Roku cityscape. Now as I find myself trying to distract myself with any busy work in the house, the soft fuzzies I had for this plan have been replaced with anger. Before I was about to pull out a broom from our pantry to start sweeping, I heard the locks of the door move around. Most days this was music to my ears but right now it was nails on a chalkboard. I wait for the door to open then close behind him; I don’t need the neighbors to hear me chew this man out. “You are…” I glance at the clock on the microwave again and do some mental math before continuing my sentence. “Three hours and 30 minutes late, give or take.” I inform him, my voice calm but laced with ice. I close the door to the pantry and start to walk toward the entryway, my tone shifting to release the pent up frustration from the hours. “Really, Brian, I get you work hard and can’t always text me but you can’t-”

As I turn the corner to look at him, the first thing that catches my eyes are the flowers. They’re classic roses, a flower I enjoy because it’s safe for our cats. The next thing I see is the plastic bag in his other hand, stacks of styrofoam boxes inside. I recognized the smell instantly as one of my favorites from a local restaurant nearby Q and I had our first date at. There was a second bag, this one from the grocery store down the street; I could see from the top of it a bag of one of my favorite sweets and a pint of ice cream clinging to the bottom of the bag. Brian’s face is what I noticed last, and it nearly broke my heart. His eyebrows were together and his eyes filled with anxiety. The confidence he usually carries about him is dissipated, as if it was gone for the season. I didn’t want to immediately forgive him, but seeing him so worried about receiving my disapproval almost made all of my anger vanish.

“Baby, I know.” Q finally manages to find his words. “I’m late, but I promise I didn’t mean it. I really wanted to get home on time but the producers were up my ass about some final details for the season.” He walks towards me, as if he’s holding out his hand to pet a snarling dog. I didn’t let my expression soften yet; I wanted to see just how much he was willing to put into this little apology.“You couldn’t call?” I ask, finding an excuse to let my anger be for more than nothing for a second longer. My eyes try to stay off the gifts, not wanting to put my guard down just yet. “I wanted to, I promise. But once I realized I was still there at 9 I couldn’t think of anything but rushing around to get ya all this.” His broad shoulders raise, motioning to everything in his arms. I can’t help but imagine myself there instead. “I guess trying to make it up to you worsened the damage, I’m sorry. He notices me looking at the ground, avoiding his eye contact. His confidence was returning; he knew I didn’t want to be mad at him, and he knew exactly how to fix it. He gently lays the bags onto the ground and walks over to me, placing the bouquet onto the end table next to us. His arms now vacant, Q’s places his hands onto my cheeks, gently tilting my head up to meet his. His eyes had that special glimmer of softness to them, one I’ve only noticed when he looks at me. I pursed my lips slightly, trying to keep a serious nature to my face, but the mask was slipping. And he knows it. A small smirk creeps up onto his face, his facial hair framing his smile perfectly. At times like this, I hated how gorgeous his eyes were. “I’ll let you pick the movie.” he teases, his lips forming a real smile. I can’t fight the gentle smile that appears on my face as he leans down to give me a gentle kiss onto my forehead. My hands snake their way around Q’s waist and I tilt my head up to place a chaste kiss onto Q’s cheek, a white flag in this battle that’s only transpired in my head. “You’re too good at diffusing my anger, you know that?” I ask, moving one of my hands to his face, the fuzz of his beard scraping against my palm. He smiles back at me. “I hate seeing you angry with me, Sweetheart, I gotta do what I can to fix it.” He breaks away from our embrace and grabs the bags he carried into our home. “Look, you go relax in our living room that you worked so hard to make all cozy and I’ll get these roses in a vase for you and get our dinner situated, don’t you do another chore, baby!” I smile at him walking to our couch and sit down, getting myself comfortable with the blankets and pillows. I watch as Q puts the ice cream away and fills a vase with water, looking at his phone from time to time about how to properly prepare flowers for a vase. Watching him try so hard to salvage this night made every angry thought I had 30 minutes ago seem so irrational. I wondered how I could ever be angry at the man who fills my heart with so much adoration and makes my world more colorful. In about 5 minutes, he shuffles into our living room area placing down the containers of our dinner onto the glass coffee table and lays a couple bags of snacks on the floor by our feet. From muscle memory, I cuddle into him putting my head onto his chest and then feel his arm wrap around my shoulders. He gives me a kiss on the top of my head as I take in his scent and I couldn’t describe it as any more than just “home”.

At this moment, I understand now that I wasn’t mad at Q, I was really having withdrawal symptoms of him. Getting my fix of my beloved set everything right in my world, and it felt as if anger wasn’t a feeling, but a distant memory.

[loversipod]

Pretty Boy

Summary: Harry is y/n boyfriend of twenty months. He’s still the shy boy around her, but now more comfortable. It leads to it that Harry stops wearing long big clothes and have sex with out a shirt.

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2,9k

Trigger warnings: mention of throwing up, use of pet names, praise, mention of handjob, short mention of sucide, unprotective sex, aftercare

A/N: I write for Niall too, I would like to write more about him. But I don't enjoy it when no one reads it and I hardly get any feedback. It is demotivating for me. I don’t write much smut, so it isn’t my best, but it’s soft and caring.

After thirteen months y/n dad insisted on meeting Harry. He knew it got serious between them. Y/n was never so long with someone in a relationship. Her ex-boyfriend just broke up after seven months and the next day he had a new one. Y/n knew something was wrong but she couldn’t prove it.

“Y/n when can I meet your boyfriend?” Her dad asks her softly. He brought her a glass of water. She stayed home, she got sick to her tummy overnight. She couldn’t rest well the night before the whole night she sat before the toilet and puked.

“He’s really shy. He doesn’t like to talk to new people,” she swallowed the water down. She lost a lot of liquid over the night and it stopped only this morning.

Her dad opened his mouth, “I love you. I just want to make sure he’s the right guy for my little girl.” She hugs him tightly. “Try to sleep a bit,” y/n lays her body on the warm sheets. “If you need anything tell me,” she gets a kiss on her forehead.

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Y/n tried her best that Harry doesn’t come over the next few days. She doesn’t want him to get sick either. But he loves her too much not to. He wore a big fabric jacket from her. His favourite actually. It’s just a plain dark blue jacket.

Harry rang the doorbell, he can feel how sweat builds on his hands. He decided to hide his face with the hood. He has never seen y/n dad. “Is y/n home,” he asked quietly. Her dad is almost as tall as Harry.

Harry saw her dad a few times and he finds him intimidating. She told him that her dad is the sweetest guy he’ll know. Something important that she told her prince is that her dad is young.

Y/n dad let her in and brought him upstairs into her room. “Look who’s here,” y/n turned her body to the door. The corners of her mouth curled up when she saw him.

She missed doing his hair so she made him braids, her eyes shining. She kissed him a lot and in return H helped her with the school stuff she missed. “Do you miss me?” He asks insecurely. He never asks anything like that. He doesn't want to sound clingy.

“Of course I did,” y/n couldn’t help but smile from eye to eye. It’s been four days since she wasn’t in school.

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The next visit to the sick. Y/n can tell something is wrong with him. “Wanna talk about it,” she put some colourful hair clips in his hair. She stroked his knuckles. He told her how pretty he feels when she puts them in his hair. She sees some tears on his cheeks shining.

“Don’t like seeing you sick,” he says. Something is off with him. He’s quieter than she’s used to.

Luckily it wasn’t something serious. Y/n just ate some old food and her stomach did not tolerate it. “My dad wants to have dinner with you,” she says.

“Mhm.”

“Is that okay, I mean you don’t like talking to new people?” He nods. “Great, he'll be happy to meet my Harry.” Her smile is so big it might burst.

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After fifteen months y/n found out the word shy doesn’t exist in her dad‘s vocabulary. “Sweetie, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Her dad asks softly, Harry looks up. He hates meeting parents, it’s the second time he agreed to this.

He loves y/n so much. Harry couldn’t say no to her begging.

“What’s wrong dad?” She asks.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I upset him?” Her dad put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

“He’s shy. I already told you that,” she’s looking at Harry. He picks his nail polish and his leg is bouncing.

He raised his eyebrows, “what can I do to get him to talk to me?” Her dad is insecure; he never had to deal with a person this shy or shy in general.

“Talk to him about something he likes,” she put some ice cream in the bowl.

“And that is?”

“Music, he’s amazing at singing and playing the piano.”

Her dad took her advice and talked about music. He opens up. She whispers some praises in his ear and holds his hand under the table. It turned out that y/n dad loves him. He never said it to him but y/n told him. She knows the signs. He’s really happy about it after his lover told the prince. He even told his mom and she saw how happy her son is after this dinner with his girlfriend's dad.

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Sixteen months into their relationship and y/n had only seen Harry in oversized hoodies, sweaters, jackets and long-arm shirts. Even when he wears long-arm shirts he wears a big jacket over it.

“I love you,” she murmurs in his chest, “so much.” Harry pulls her more into his body. “I love you, my lover.” Her grip on his body is strong. He pressed a kiss on her soft hair.

Harry loves these moments. He can be himself and he knows y/n won’t judge him. Harry heard those words for the first time from his lover.

Her prince didn’t like them. He pinched his eyes shut. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. He felt the knot in his throat tighten. The prince never thought that “I love you” would make him feel that way, again. He knows this time it’s different. His knuckles turned white from the way he holds his jacket. His chin rests on the top of y/n hair. “What’s wrong,” all she can see is his white knuckles. He feels sick to his stomach.

“Nobody will ever love me,” these words came so easily over his lips it hurt her to hear them. It sounded so painful in her ears. “You are lying! You don’t love me, it’s a fucking lie." She can hear his sobs.

“Harry,” she touched his white knuckles. He put some space between himself and y/n. His sobs are getting louder. He felt pressure, the feeling of the knot went to his chest. “What is wrong? Don’t you feel the same way about me?” She loves him, she never said that to anyone. It was the first these words came over her soft lips. She wasn't sure if this relationship works anymore. It can’t work anymore.

“You can’t love me,” the tears in her eyes form. Y/n was so vulnerable with him, and he just said those words. “Please don’t love me, I don’t deserve it.” It sounds like he doesn’t care about her. “I’m a freak.”

He always said those words but never got them back.

“Sunshine,” he turned around y/n only called him a couple of times, sunshine. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He pinched his eyes shut; he never broke down before her. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“My ex saw me shirtless,” y/n sits down on the ground with him. Her soft fingertips wipe his tears away. He leaned into her touch. “I-I was really happy.” He swallowed the sobs.

“Yeah?” He nods, “then why are you freaking out about those words?” She asks softly. Harry takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. Y/n helped him a lot during the process.

“I had sex with her, without my sweater. She said it’s okay we’ll leave the lights off,“ he took a deep breath before the next thing he’ll say, “she switched them on. Everyone in school was wondering what was wrong with me.” Y/n touched his hand gently, “I loved her,” he let go of his jacket.

“I would never do that to you,” Harry doesn’t answer her. He doesn't feel good.

“I’m a freak,” he whispers into her smooth skin.

“My little freak,” she corrected him. A small chuckle came over his lips.

“Your little freak?”

“All mine, every inch is mine,” his smile grew bigger. His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jacket. She helps him out of his jacket, “are you sure?” A secure smile plays on his lips. She takes the hem of his long-arm shirt in her hands and pulls it over his head.

Y/n is scared to look at his chest, his lips placed a lazy kiss on hers, “it’s okay. You can look,” his palms are sweating. Y/n hears his sniffles. “I want you to see my body, it’s okay. I really want it.” His tears are still rolling down his cheeks.

Y/n lowers her head, she takes his body in. All the tattoos he hid underneath his big clothes. His pale skin and his body look so beautiful. She takes every inch in. Her eyes couldn’t leave his body. “It’s hard to believe you hid that beautiful body of yours, all that time.” She loves his butterfly tattoo already. “Thank you.” Y/n leaves her hands by herself, she doesn’t know if he wants her to touch them.

“You meant that I love you?” She hums, “I love you too,” on y/n cheeks and runs happy tears down. She never heard those words before. “I want a hug,” he opens his arms for her.

His girl always feels so safe in his arms.

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After seventeen months she saw him walking around in a shirt at home only around her and his parents. He told y/n that he got bullied and had to change schools. He was suicidal, it this changed when he meet y/n. He wanted to be her friend and now he’s more. He told her about it and she felt sorry for him. No one deserves this.

“Harry,” she whines, “come back, it’s mine, please,” a whine came over his lips. She saw Anne in the kitchen cooking some food. She ran after him, he stole her blush and held it high in the air. She couldn’t reach it. “Harry,” she whines, “that’s unfair!” She pouts.

“Told ya, only need some compliments and you have the same effect,” she’s wearing a big shirt from him and his boxers. It’s now her shirt. He pressed his lips against her light pink lips. “It’s now mine,” she tugs his arm a bit down but he takes her blush in her other hand.

“Your 180 centimeters, that’s not fair,” she walks into the bathroom, maybe she finds something from Gemma. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered softly something in her ear. “Pervert!”

“Can I do your blush?”

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After twenty months, Harry is so comfortable with y/n that he sleeps shirtless. She couldn’t help it but always touched his skin. She draws little hearts on his back. It’s his favourite thing she does.

He knew she was the right one for him. For the first time, he saw her. Her little smile and her rosy cheeks and her hair, she’s perfect. She heard from his friends how kind she is and that she babysits on the weekends to get extra money.

He saw her often in the schoolyard enjoying herself with her friends. She laughed so much and she still does. The sun makes her skin glow. He has seen that glow so often on her.

His parents and her dad are really good friends, but Harry was too shy to say hello so he stood by his mom like a toddler who wants to leave. Now she's sleeping next to him cuddling by his side, little puffs of air leaving her lips.

He yawned and noticed his hard one. At first, he didn’t notice, but now it’s painful and he wants y/n to help him out. Most mornings it doesn’t happen but when it does he wants y/n help.

“Love please wake up,” he whispers in her hair. “Please, love you so much.” His lips leave some wet kisses on her neck.

“You're needy,” she murmurs and nuzzles her face more in his chest. Y/n kissed his chest. She loves his smooth, soft skin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t ’M hard, hurts,” she can’t see his pout, “please baby,” he whines. Y/n couldn’t ignore it anymore. She wants him to cuddle with her.

“Handjob?” She asks.

“Need you wrapped about m’cock, please.”

“Go on,“ she whispers in his chest. Harry pulls her cozy pyjama pants down and his sweatpants. He dips his fingers in her warmth, she’s ready for him. All his whining got her worked up. She doesn't want to admit it, but it’s true.

“Can we go bare?” She doesn’t answer, “buy you a plan B after it.” She nods, “words, pretty girl.”

“Please,” she whines. Y/n opens her eyes a bit and sees him as nervous. “Just me is okay.” His head drops to her shoulder. “You don’t have to be dominant, be my Harry, please.” She keeps her fingers in his hair. She knows it calms him and he feels comfortable with her hand in his hair.

Harry grins his hips into hers, he gets some moans and whimpers out of her mouth. “Never wanted to do it without a shirt before I met you. Just nervous,” she feels his lips on her neck. She’s so happy to hear this come over his lips. She thought he didn’t want her to see him without.

It’s true love.

He’s careful with her, Harry knows that his girl is sensitive in the morning. They once had morning sex. She’s so whiny and audible in the morning. Y/n never was so loud until that one time. Y/n tried her best to keep her eyes open to see her pretty and vulnerable boyfriend. A gaps came over her lips, “love you too,” she whispers back.

A big smile creeps onto his plump lips. Her prince noticed how her eyelids fell shut, “stay awake,” he held her face “’M not going to do anything when you sleep.”

“I'm tired and wanna sleep again,” she whines.

He sees the tears build in her eyes, “‘s okay not long anymore then we can cuddle.” Harry knows how much she loved her sleep. She pulls him down on his neck and keeps his thrusts deep.

She tugs and reaches her hand through his hair “love you,” the sunlight leaves a beautiful glow in the room. She moans and whines into his neck.

It’s a beautiful late summer day.

“Look at me, please,” her prince keeps his eyes on her face. She’s glowing thanks to the sun. “Love you so much.”

They are so in love.

His soft lips left some light kisses on her own lips. His thrusts are slow and steady. She can’t help but pulls him deeper. Harry moans and whimpers too. He’s sensitive too and doing it without a condom feels incredibly good for him too.

Morning sex is the best.

All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. The room is filled with sex sounds. Harry’s thrust is getting harder, clenched down on him. He hits all the right spots.

He stops a whiny sound coming out of her mouth, he pushes y/n soft, small hands from his shoulders. “Prince, are you okay?” She asks with a sleepy voice.

She knew he would always be the shy boy. It gets better but some days he doesn’t talk at all and keeps quiet around her. “Will you tell me what's wrong with you?” Y/n kissed his damp skin.

“I want to cover up.” He said with a broken voice.

She pouts, “really? Wanna draw some hearts on you.”

“That would help,” he smiles again. He takes his big hand in her small palm. He grounds his hips deeply inside her. Y/n immediately clenched down on him. She’s close, she draws hearts on his back and fills the air with pornographic sounds. “Fuck– come for me. Get me all dirty please,” he continues his deep thrusts.

Some whines and moans escaped both of their lips. He kept the pace filling her up to the brim, pleasure filled both of their systems. Harry peppers kisses around her covered chest, and kitten licks her breast. He teasingly took one of her clothed nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly. Each time he did that she moaned. “You are so handsome,” her fingers go through his damp hair.

Her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. His balls are heavy and waiting for release. “I‘m– fuck close,” his eyes roll back in pleasure. He finished in y/n for the first time. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out. He stayed a short moment inside her warmth.

Her lover gets a warm washcloth, wipes her mess, cleans. As he promised her he cuddles again with her. She’s so tired all she wants to do is sleep. Harry helped her into some new boxers and a shirt. “Love you so much my angel,” he pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. He wore some boxers too and kept kissing y/n and thanked her.

“Love you too,” she murmurs. Another sentence she said was; “I’m obsessed with your body,” before falling back asleep. It made him smile so much and some happy tears ran down his cheeks.

They are definitely doing it again without a condom.

[jujutsukatsuki]

All Of The Drugs || K. Bakugou

|| TW: drugs, pills, depression, angst, sadness, fighting, talks of saving people ||

|| influenced by all of the drugs by the brobecks. ||

‘Save her’ his mind screamed as he watched her from across the room. The way her eyes got kinda distant and hazy and she wasn’t the girl he fell in love with. He watches the way she rubs her nose, her make up is fading away as she laughs and swings her hair around. The music at the party they are at is loud.

‘Save her’ he hears his fifteen year old self scream at him as she morphs from the fifteen year old she first met into the broken girl that he would have died for. His hand clutches the bottle of water.

‘Save. Her.’ He whispers to himself as he pushes his way through the crowd. The crimson red drips from her nose as he catches a glimpse of the girl he loved. He watches the way her throat tightens with anxiety as she sees the blood on her hands.

He pulls her into a bathroom and gently dabs at the blood that now runs down her lips and chin. He watches as her eyes focus in on him.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers as her fingers wrap around his wrist

“Don’t.” He mumbled back as he reaches into her clutch and pulls out her pressed powder. He gently reapplies it for her. He’s an expert at this point.

“Take me home.” She buried her face in his neck.

She stumbles with him to the car, her eyes get that hazy and distant look in her eyes once more. He buckles her into the car and drives to his apartment. She stares out the window as she watches the streets turn to the familiar ones that felt like home. The streets that she kissed him in the rain when she came home from rehab for the first time. The very streets that he found her slipping someone money for the very thing that got her put in a rehab. The same streets she broke his heart in.

He leads her to his apartment, the walk is silent. It’s full of things they wish they could say. All he can think about is how he hopes this will be the final time they’ll do this walk of shame. That she’ll give it up. She’ll come home to him.

The thought crosses his brain that he’s a sucker for all her lies. She’s the only person who can break his trust again and again. The only person who can tell him pretty little lies that leave him surprises every time they are a lie.

He glances at her as he unlocks his door, the way she’s slumped against the wall, staring off into space. He can’t read her mind anymore like he once could. They use to be so close.

“When’s the last time you eat?” He asked, she shrugged and picked at her black nail polish. He sighed as he led her to the kitchen. His grip on her wrist was tight like she’d fade away from him.

He rummaged through his fridge before he made her some eggs. Something light. He turned on his heels as he looked at the way her eyes drooped, the way the dark circles seemed darker tonight.

She ate as he watched. The second she was done, she put the plate in the dishwasher and they walked to the bedroom. They had a routine.

She grabbed a shirt from his closet, he unzipped the zipper of her mini dress. He pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he undid her strapless bra. Old habits die hard.

“Come on, arms up.” He hummed

“I got it. I’m not a child.” Her voice was weak as she raised her arms anyways, he helped her slip the shirt on before he stripped down to his boxers.

“Suki?” She asks gently as they laid face to face, staring at one another. The way she says his name is so fucking perfect to him, it makes his heart yearn.

“Hm?” He hums as he rolls over and reaches for the make up wipes on his bed side table.

“Thanks.. for… you know.”

“Hm.” He said as he gently wiped her skin down, getting rid of the products on her face. The dark circles under her eyes are worse now that the concealer isn’t there to hide them.

He remembers when they promised they’d be together forever. It was them against the world. Fuck everyone else. They were fifteen. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

“I love you.” She shouldn’t.

“I mean it.” She doesn’t.

“I know.” He doesn’t.

“I love you too.” He shouldn’t.

Her eyes flutter shut, she’s slowly coming down. He watches her as she starting to fall into a proper sleep. He can see the red flag that’s being waved over her like this was a NFL game. ‘DO NOT BECOME EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED WITH ME’ it screams. It’s too late. He’s trapped under her chipped nail polish.

He worries about just making it through tonight. He knows that tomorrow she’ll be back in his bed, just like she is 90% of the time.

He brushed a piece of hair out of her face and kept help but think that seven years later, she’s still all he wants. He imagines a perfect life. She’d fall asleep cuddled into him, the idea doesn’t seem that bad. She gives him hope when she shouldn’t. He never imagined himself to be a dreamer. He wants her to be happy and healthy, with or without him. Preferably with him. He wants her to love him forever. It’s a long shot. Life has a way of ruining everything.

The next morning, she’s not in his bed. He can hear the sink running. He stands from his bed and makes his way into the bathroom. He pushes the door open and sees her, hands gripping the counter, two round blue pills sitting on the counter. Her eyes have that hazy and distant look once again.

“I’m sorry.” She’s not.

“After this, I promise I’m done.” It’s a lie.

“I’ll go back to rehab.” It won’t work.

“I love you.” She shouldn’t.

He sighs gently as he runs his hands over his face in defeat.

“Why?” He asks gently, he knows why. He knows her speech.

“No matter how hard I try suki.. I can’t make this perfect. I can’t… I can’t contain it in a bottle and keep it perfect. Reality is too hard to ignore. There’s.. there’s chemicals and shit involved.”

Normally he’d sigh in defeat and force her to eat but he feels like it’s at a breaking point.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He scoffs and stares at her.

“These-“ he picks up the pills. “Are your fucking crutch.” He throws them in the toilet and flushes them.

“No!” She yells and watches as they disappear. A fight breaks out between them. She’s yelling and crying and he’s screaming at her and trying to get through to her. To make her understand. To make her want to live.

He watches as she lays down and cries on his couch. He sighs and sits on the coffee table, he rubs her back slowly as he coos that it’ll be okay.

“I love you.” He shouldn’t.

“I love you too.” She doesn’t.

‘Save her’ his mind screams. He wants too, really he does.

‘Hi suki.’ Her voice is soft as she talks, she leans her head on his shoulder as they sit on his bedroom floor in the moonlight.

‘Hi.’ He whispers and lays his head on hers.

‘I don’t think I can try anymore suki.. it hurts.’ She sniffles and buried her face in his neck.

‘I know.’ He whispers and kisses her forehead.

‘But it’s you and I against the world, okay? I don’t want you to forget that.’ She reasons and he nods again as they star gaze on the cloudy evening. He know she was sad. That she looked at herself like she was the cloudy evening when to him, she was the one bright star that shined through the dark.

“And she takes her pills and she tells her lies. And she breaks my heart and breaks her word but I still act surprised.”

[valentinedagger]

the world spins, and we spin with it.

i woke up, saw another tragedy of global import had occurred. another fascist demagogue came into power overnight; another act of senseless state violence claimed the lives of thousands. the world is ending.

i did laundry and ran the dishwasher. i changed my friend's brace pads. i'm living with him for a couple of months; he broke several bones in a car crash we were both in, and he can't get around on his own, even in the house. did his laundry, too. i made a reading list for someone. helped someone out with paperwork. helped someone give a statement to the police while they panicked about talking to cops to begin with. and around me, neighbors let trans youth stay with them to get away from abusive parents, friends shared medication with uninsured friends, punks nailed together barriers in an abandoned house, friends slipped disabled friends cash under the table, neighbors grew food for anyone who asks.

the world spins, and we spin with it. another word for spinning is "revolution."

[the-curated-woman]

don't shave my legs and my man never conplained. He liked when I used to shave my pubes and he was a million times willing to shave his too (but I didn't want him too because I don't like that look). He doesn't care what hair I have. I have never bought a gift for his parents but he always chips in to help me pay for my much bigger family but I only let him when it comes to the nieces and nephews. He asks me if his clothes look good or if he should change. He doesn't want me to take his last name if I don't want to, HE wants us to use both last names. I don't think he ever asked me to do something like those things in your post other than the pubes, and he obviously would shave his pubes too, but I don't want to shave mine because it makes me itch so. Women really need to have higher standards??? Sometimes I talk to a woman and she's like "oh it's so hard to find a man, I really need to lower my standards" like NO ABSOLUTELY NOT women should dump a man at any whim. Men should not feel safe as if they can act bad and the woman will stay because she's loyal. If men are such jackasses then I want them to feel unsafe in their relationship like if they put one glass on the wrong counter their girl will leave.

"If men are such jackasses then I want them to feel unsafe in their relationship like if they put one glass on the wrong counter their girl will leave."

You've hit the nail on the head here! I've heard different men over the years moan and groan about why their last girlfriend broke up with them, and I relish in hearing their interpretations of her reasons. Oh, your silly little girlfriend broke up with you because you couldn't unload the dishwasher right? Because she hated your mancave? Because you, I don't know, only own two pairs of ugly shorts?

Whatever the reason, I smile because it means his ex had standards, and she couldn't find him anywhere near them. It means another woman out there in the world is willing to stand up for herself and that sets an example to ALL the women in her life.

Compromise is naturally something that occurs in any type of relationship, but if a woman finds herself bending to all of his expectations while he never entertains even one of her own, that's a dead relationship. Worse, it was never even a relationship to begin with.

Women who are unwilling to put up with or excuse mediocre men are role models to little girls and women everywhere.

[luvinevrysecond]

July 5th 2011

Back again, so what to do with a story that was cut short, or worse, one that you don't know where you ended at, or even to start back up again? See the worst part of it is, this story I don't know what all to forget, and what to make sense of it all. I want to forget, to fast forward, and just live on. But that almost seems impossible, and not to mention, I can't even write well with good penmanship. This summer like totally sucks. I don't think that I have ever cried this much in a summer. I'm surprised that I have this many tears, ya know? Though, I'm not able to see that well. I'm not able to see _____ and to top it off, my BFF is blowing me off. My mom has me working in her office from 9 am to 5 pm every day Monday through Friday this summer. I have never been to the beach, ever, overtime I ask my mom for phone, e-reader, and iPod, it adds on another week, that I don't get it. How do I show that they broke me down so much that I learned my lesson in asking questions results in retaliations? How does that help me grow into being an adult? because I'm so at a cross I really don't know and I work in my mom's office tomorrow. Please kill me... I know that I'm getting paid $400 a week, it's just the fact of waisting my second to last summer break in an office from 9am to 5pm like I will be for the rest of my life... it sucks. All of this is breaking me down. I can't even write that well but I just don't know what to do.. I went out of my way to do good things around the house, kept my room cleaned, do the dishes, offer to cook dinners, leave the dishwasher empty if it's not running.. I don't know what else to do. I do things they don't ask but I know it helps them. I wonder how long it will take them to realize I don't smile anymore, the light inside my eyes has gone. I know other people realize it, those who come into my mom's office asking "are you okay?" and my mom gets mad because "not everything is about you, I can't have you sulking around. get over it." I just need to get away for at least a Saturday. Just drive to the mountains, but wait, I'm not allowed to get a permit yet, what would it matter, I don't have a cell phone anyways. but what I'm not allowed. I give up. and I don't know why I'm still crying over it. it's so stupid but whatever. I guess my shoulders will dip, the deepness of my eyes will become more prominent, almost hallow. She doesn't think that her actions towards me will ever be enough, that she has to do more. She doesn't think that I have learned what I did wrong. Which, in my defense. I didn't do anything. I just received a text from a softball friend asking for boy advice that's it. She saw me texting, saw the text and took my phone and everything away, like I can control that. A friend confided in me. Summer is almost half over, and what do I have to show for it, paler skin, more scares, no adventures... No pictures. No cell phone to even make the drive-in movies with friends happen, obviously no guys because of my mom, but at least a few from my softball team, but I can't make that happen. So what is there to show? Absolutely nothing.

There's no quit for her is there? I have to leave all of my technology downstairs, on the kitchen counter, and they measure it. Keep the ruler in the bedroom and if one thing is slightly moved, another week is added on. I just had another week added on because my sister thought it would be funny. See, I don't have them, my mom took them away, but keeps them in plain sight to me as a "reminder" for what I "did wrong" I feel it's more personal now, as a joke, like "let's see how long it takes to break" I'm her pawn. The sad thing now is that I'm starting to believe her. She got it working. Why do I have to be so easy. to beat? Why can't my heart be made of steel, or my bones made out of nails? You know, never to be defeated. Why can't that be me? Oh, that's right, I'm stuck. No car, no phone, no free time, shower times are limited. It's really hard to give a shit when I don't really have anything to work for, or work towards something. Because everything is a "reward" and it's like a dog on a treadmill with a bone on the end. The dog is never going to get the bone.

[afrustratedmom]

First day at the new apartment and I'm flabbergasted by how bad they handed this apartment to us. The sad part is my partner WORKS here and if they handed us this apartment in the state that it's in, imagine how they hand it in to people they don't even know.

The dial on the washing machine that turns it on is broken and they don't have spares so they have to order some.

There is caked on dust on the windowsills, window blinds, and on top of the fridge.

In the entrance to my kids room are sharp nails sticking through the carpet that had to be replaced.

The dishwasher leaked into the drawer space under the kitchen sink.

There is dirt in the drawers .

I already saw my first palmetto roach (I have a phobia).

The carpets smelled like wet dog so after the carpet people "cleaned" it 3 times with their professional chemicals, I had to pour a tub of oxi clean powder detergent on all the carpets and vacuum them just to get the smell out.

The shower curtain in the guest bathroom broke as soon as I tried hanging shower curtains on it.

Random sharp nails and screws all over the carpets in all of the rooms including my kids room.

The water came out cold when I took a shower because nobody thought to turn on the pilot light.

No microwave plate in the microwave (child, THE GHETTO).

Someone left a screw driver in one of the window to stop people from breaking in.

The lips on the windows are plastic and broken/cracked/discolored.

The A/C is old so it doesn't really get down to the temperature you want.

The front door knob is extremely loose.

The lip that keeps the lock in place (so that it can't be opened when it's locked) is bent so it wouldn't take much to open said window (and of course this is in the room where my kids stay).

The guy across the parking lot is obviously a drug dealer because he has different people coming and going all day and all night long.

A homeless family is living in a Uhaul truck and parks right in front of my building.

They painted all over the rust spots with white paint as if you can't tell it's all rusted and busted underneath.

Some of the outlets do not work.

The toilet in the master bathroom stopped working because the chain on the inside was so rusted through that it snapped in half when we tried to flush. I hate it here. Signed, A Frustrated Mom

[ticoryblues]

Okaeri BkDk Week Day 1

Mornings/Chores/Renovations

The curtains were yanked aside, harsh sunlight scorching his closed eyes.

Izuku groaned, burying his head under the pillow. “It’s Sunday, Katsuki!”

“Thanks for stating the obvious. Now get the fuck up! We’ve got chores to do.”

Izuku didn’t move, still on his stomach.

Katsuki was the one who respected his biological clock and went to bed at an appropriate time. Yes, nine p.m is the apt bedtime for a man in the prime time of his youth.

Izuku was the type to experiment how long his body could go without sleep until he’s a human ping pong ball (his current record is thirty-two hours and no Kacchan doesn’t know, shush) and hibernate throughout the weekend.

“Ok enough is enough, I said wake up.”

No response.

Katsuki felt his eye twitch, the final thread of patience snapping.

Izuku’s danger sense flickered at the last moment as the mattress tipped over like titanic, clinging onto it for dear life.

Katsuki jerked the mattress like wringing laundry, letting Izuku fall smack on his face.

“Ow. I think you broke my nose.”

“You’ve had worse.” Katsuki placed the mattress back on the bed and kicked Izuku lightly before crossing over his fallen body to get out of the room.

At least he didn’t wake him up with the vaccum cleaner on the highest, noisiest possible setting.

Izuku yawned, scratching his neck as he entered the kitchen. “I hate you.” He said while pressing a kiss atop Katsuki’s head when he handed him his green tea.

“Like I care.” Katsuki scoffed, leaning into him. The two sat in silence by their kitchen island, shoulders pressed together.

They found solace from their chaotic hero lives in the comfortable silence of their home. Izuku wished he could just stay like this the whole day, uninterrupted.

Katsuki moved away from Izuku’s side, stretching. “Come, let’s get done with the chores.”

Izuku should have crossed his fingers. “Kacchan, it’s the one day we don’t have to call in for work. Haven’t you heard of the term relaxing?”

“You’ve been ‘relaxing’ for the past three weekends.” Katsuki rolled eyes, swatting the back of Izuku’s head lightly. “Come on Deku! You promised you’d help re-do the kitchen.”

“Yes Kacchan, I’ll get to it.” Izuku sighed, resigning himself to his fate. Renovations usually meant Katsuki using him to clean fans and the top of the kitchen cabinets; places Katsuki couldn’t reach and hence exploiting his husband’s inhumane height

Izuku looked around for something to do as Katsuki went about his share of the chores. Well, Katsuki had always been on his case to drill a couple of nails on the walls for a clock and some photos.

Picking up the electric drill, the drill needle whirring dangerously. Whistling to himself, he fixed the nail, the plaster falling off the wall—

— right where Katsuki had just finished mopping.

The look in his eyes was that of trying to incinerate Izuku on spot.

He got that look a lot.

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“Alright, you start with cleaning the cutlery.” Katsuki brought out his extensive stash of cleaning supplies, designated washcloths for dusting, drying, one specifically for plates, one for the countertops and one for the windows.

Izuku put on his apron, soaking their wedding china in a tub full of water and dishwashing liquid. Their parents were coming for dinner tonight and Katsuki needed the set to be sparkling clean.

While drying one of the plates, the plate slipped out of his hands and Izuku’s heart almost stopped. The china fell towards the ground in slow motion, Izuku shutting his eyes. He couldn’t bear to the see the cause of his death actually play out.

He waited for the crash but it never came, cracking an eyelid open. Katsuki was kneeling on the floor, the plate clapped between his hands like he was trying to kill a mosquito.

The ‘Murder Izuku’ look was back again.

“If anything had happened to my set…” Danger sense was going off like alarm bells in his head.

Fortunately, Katsuki left it at that, going back to their work. The rest of the day went smoothly, Izuku following Katsuki around the house as he pointed at the stuff that needed to be fixed.

They didn’t talk much, Katsuki dusting the shelves while Izuku folded the laundry, an old melody playing on the radio in the background.

They didn’t need to talk. Katsuki and Izuku were never the type to explore or plan elaborate dates. They preferred a quiet evening.

The rhythmic chopping of the knife against the cutting board joined the music. Izuku was on chopping duty, sitting by the island in the kitchen, shelling peas and occasionally turning around when Katsuki asked him to taste the soup.

Basking in the silence, the top heroes of Japan could feel the stress and tension from the week bleed away as they relaxed.

Yeah, this was home.

[loveofmylouis]

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[nikka-v]

Painting his nails | Vinnie Hacker x fem! Reader smut

Summary: Vinnie is you best friend and you paint his nails. Well it doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: nsfw!, 18+, swearing?, smut (thigh riding, fingering, riding him) and Vinnie is hot as fuck co that’s warning as well 🙃

I’m sorry for any mistakes and I hope you’ll like it ♥️🤍

gif is not mine ♥️

You were in the middle of unloading the dishwasher because it was your turn when you heard Alex and Kouvr rushing around which made you stop and turn around to face them.

“You okay guys? What’s going on?” you asked, obviously confused because these two usually weren’t rushing anywhere.

“We are supposed to be at the airport in like thirty minutes. We thought that we are leaving later but Thomas just called from the airport asking where are we.” Kouvr explained and quickly hugged you before running away. You completely forgot about their trip. All the couples in the house and people who had significant others anywhere else were spending four days in the Bahamas. That meant that you, Michael, Calvin, Patrick and Vinnie had to stay at home or go somewhere by yourself. You didn’t mind that, at least you hoped for some time alone without being scared of your life because Alex wasn’t there to think about stupid stuff to do. Even when you already broke your hand since you came to Hype House a few months back because of jumping from the roof to mattresses, you loved all of the people living there. They were like your family and you knew that you always can rely on them.

When you finished unloading the dishwasher, you took your phone to one hand and bowl of cereal to the other and went to your room where you were planning to stay for some time, watching ‘On my block’. You were peacefully watching for like half an hour before Michael stormed to your room and hid in your closet before you could even ask him what’s going on.

“Is he here?” Vinnie ran into your room with a water gun and started to look around. You tilted your head to the side as if you didn’t know what he is talking about and he looked at you suspiciously.

“I don’t even know who is supposed to be here. You think I have some lovers here?” you asked which made Vinnie frown a little.

“Michael. And I don’t know, do you?” he asked, jealousy clearly detectable in his voice. You were best friends since you were like five years old and he always knew about people in your life and you always knew about all girls in his life. But lately, he was acting a bit strange. Normally he was happy when you started to talk to someone new or when you told him about some guy that you met.

“You jealous?” you asked provocatively, moving to lay down on your stomach, leaning your head against your hands.

“What? No, I’m not, I’m just asking,” he shrugged. His eyes were fixated on you so he didn’t even see Michael slowly opening the closet door before shooting him with the water gun. “What the hell?” Vinnie turned around and Michael started to laugh loudly, running away, again being chased by Vinnie away from the room.

“Sure, not jealous at all,” you whispered amusingly before turning around to continue watching. Michael was one of your best friends as well, always when you needed any advice, he was there for you. You loved him, he loved you but only as friends. The same love you felt towards Vinnie but in the last few months, your feelings towards him changed. You started to think about him more. About his body, his lips, how would it feel to feel them on your body, how his skin would feel on yours. You had to shake your head because simple thoughts made your breath go faster and you could have felt a little tickling in your stomach.

After a few hours, you were interrupted again when you heard Vinnie’s voice calling your name from the kitchen which wasn’t that far away so it was easy for you to hear him thanks to the opened door.

“y/n!” you sat on the bed, listening if he’s gonna tell what he wants but he was quiet.

“Yes?” he still didn’t answer, reminding you typical parents who call you and then don’t answer to make you come to them. You sighed, getting up from the bed and walked out of the room to go see what Vinnie wanted. You stopped in the entrance to a huge kitchen and leaned on the wall. “Yes? What’s up?” Vinnie was sitting on a barstool, his MacBook on the counter and as he heard your voice he turned his head on you.

“Come here,” he smiled nicely. You could have seen that he was editing his new video and thought that maybe he wanted you to watch it or help him with something.

“Yeah?” you looked into his eyes and had to smile as well. He was so beautiful and you just couldn’t not smile at him.

“Could you paint my nails?” he asked suddenly. “I can do it by myself but you can do it a lot better,” you only painted your nails or Mia’s before but how different could it be right?

“Sure, why not? What colour?” you asked and he handed you two nail polishes. Black and dark red. You loved it when he had these dark colours.

“Guys left to get some food,” he informed you as you went to get a bottle of juice from a fridge. When you came back to Vinnie he moved his laptop away, leaving it to play music and moved a bit further on his bar stool. It was that comfortable type that looked like a tall armchair.

“Should I sit on your lap?” you asked and Vinnie nodded, letting you sit on his legs. He hugged you with one of his arms around your waist and the other hand he put in front of you so you could start. You were wearing only black short and a white tank top under which you didn’t have a bra.

“You sitting comfortably?” he asked, resting his head on your back causing goosebump all over your body.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, opening nail polish and slowly started to paint his nails. His hands were a lot bigger than yours even when you weren’t that smaller than him and you just loved playing with his rings for example when you were watching movies together. When you painted the first layer, you took Vinnie’s hand and blew a few times so it would dry quicker and then moved a little on Vinnie’s lap so now you were sitting on his left thigh. You could have heard Vinnie’s breath and something that sounded like a moan but you thought he was humming the song which was just playing from his laptop.

“I like this song,” he said all of sudden as if he was reading your mind about him humming. It was The Balloons by City Morgue, a song that you were listening to a lot lately so you were happy that he liked it as well. As you smiled you could hear another really short moan and at that moment you realised what was happening. Your ass was pressed against Vinnie’s thighs and you could have felt his hardening cock against you. You started to breathe quickly and the well-known feeling in your stomach appeared. You were sitting on his thigh and you could have felt how you got more wet just by that so you moved. You pushed your hips a little bit to the front, which made you moan a little as well.

“Oh god,” you whispered, Vinnie already knowing what’s happening. Both of his hands were now around your stomach, helping you move against his thigh.

“Tell me, baby, how good does it feel to rub against my thigh?” he mumbled against your back, giving you there small kiss and moaning towards your skin.

“It feels amazing,” you managed to say, tilting your head a little bit back. It was so long since you had an orgasm and you really wished that this would let you cum but your shorts and Vinnie’s sweatpants were really getting in the way. One of Vinnie’s hands moved under your tank top, gently caressing your skin as you closed your eyes, trying to find the relief but unsuccessfully. You moved your hands on the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you before you put one of your hands back on Vinnie’s hardness.

“y/n, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered all of sudden, moving his hands upper, touching your breast, your nipples between his fingers and his lips sucked on your neck, making you go insane. His and your moaning started to get a bit louder, mixing both of your voices in one.

“Vinnie I need you,” you whined, turning your head at him, your faces just a few millimetres away from each other.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” finally your lips connected. Vinnie picked you up as he stood up and sat you down on the kitchen counter, never separating your lips. Your hands curled in his hair which he had longer than usual because you told him not to cut it a few days ago and his lips moved to your neck from where he started to make his way lower on your body. You could have felt his tongue on your nipples, how he was spoiling you with his touch and couldn’t hold a quiet moan coming from your lips. “Come here,” he whispered all of sudden, lifted you, holding you under your ass on your thighs so you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist completely ignoring where he was taking you. His lips were still on yours, kissing you passionately, getting the taste of each other. Vinnie was walking for a few seconds before he sat into an armchair, still holding you close helping you to grind on him. You looked into Vinnie’s eyes as you separated your lips and could see how he was watching you with a little smirk on his face. It was hard to believe that you were really doing this even when you imagined it multiple times already. You gasped as his one hand traced your thighs further up, his cold rings causing you to shiver all over your body and as he reached your sweet spot after moving your shorts to the side, he started to gently rub your clit. You exhaled, your breath shaky as your eyes rolled back, moan escaping your lips. You weren’t a virgin for a few months already but since that no-one touched you so this was really a lot to handle. You were sensitive and Vinnie knew it just by how you were moaning.

“What would you like me to do baby?” he whispered, giving you a wet kiss on your collar bone. You had to hold onto his shoulders before telling, well moaning exactly what you want him to do.

“Your fingers, just touch me,” you whispered, your lips shaking. His fingers pressed on your clit and you could have felt how he started moving his fingers a little faster and a bit harder than before. That touch was making you wetter than before if it was even possible and you felt Vinnie’s finger sliding a line up your slit. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you moved your hips against his fingers.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” Vinnie moaned to your lips unbelievably, slipping his two fingers inside you, making your eyes shut again as you clenched around his fingers. You could have felt your climax coming quickly, Vinnie knew that you’ll cum soon and moved his thumb on your clit, circling on it, making you whine loudly. “Cum on my fingers baby,” it was his voice and one look into his eyes that made you cum undone over his fingers with his name on your lips. As you come down slowly, your breath fast and your eyes still shut, you move your hands on Vinnie’s sweatpants. He was in love with the look on your face while you cum, he wanted to remember it forever.

“Do you want me to give you a blowjob? I can try,” you asked shyly as if just a few seconds before his fingers weren’t inside of you. You’ve never given a blowjob to any boy and were a bit scared to do it but you wanted to do something for Vinnie as well. He put one of his hands on your cheek, pulling you closer to connect your lips in a quick kiss.

“I would love that but not now, I would cum immediately,” the thought about you, kneeling in front of him was making him even harder and he was aware that just one touch of your mouth around him would make him cum. “I would love to get into you,” he looked into your eyes unsure if you wanted to have full sex with him and when you quickly nodded his eyes darkened and on his face was again smirk. You kissed his lips before moving your hands on the hem of his sweatpants again, he helped you shove them lower, halfway down his thighs and your attention turned to his very obvious bulge in his boxers. You licked your lips, slowly pulling the black fabric of his CK boxers down to expose his aching cock which made you moan again. He moaned so deliciously when you touched him, and moved his hands on your waist so he could lift you a little before slowly entering you. You were sitting on him astride so you could have chosen how fast you want him to get into you. Moaning loudly each others name you felt how he fully entered you and waited a few seconds to let you get used to him. You needed him to wait for a little because honestly he was big and it was a long time since you slept with a guy. When you started to move on him, you kissed Vinnie on his lips again to stop yourself from moaning too loud although you were home alone together and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“This feels so good,” you were moving fast and Vinnie’s hips were pounding against yours which made you almost cry from the pleasure. He started to pound into you even faster, leaning his face into space between your shoulder and neck, sucking your skin there, making there few love marks, completely ignoring the fact that everyone could see them later. You both were hot, not only from the temperature in the big room but mainly from how heated was that situation and how much you wanted each other. “Oh god, Vinnie,” you whined, feeling your walls clenching around Vinnie’s cock because of that known feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Look at me y/n,” his voice was deep as he moved one of his hands on your neck, making you look at him. You opened your eyes, leaning your forehead against his, keeping your gaze on him. As your climax washed over your body you clenched around Vinnie and arched your back. Vinnie stayed in you for another few moments, leaving you to calm down, kissing your neck, before he started to move again against you, wanting to cum. It was faster, not so gentle as before but you didn’t mind it, you wanted him to cum because of you. You knew when he was really close because of his louder moans and faster breathing, he was holding you close to him while he cum and you moaned just because of the feeling again.

“That was amazing,” you whispered into his hair as he was trying to calm his breath down, still cuddling close to you. It took both of you a few more minutes before you moved. Vinnie gently kissing your lips as he helped you clean and stand up and giving you his shirt that he took off.

“I wanted this to happen for so long,” he admitted, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back up. You raised your eyebrows a little, surprisingly looking into his eyes as you rushed your hand through your hair so it wouldn’t look that much as if you just had sex. Vinnie saw the surprised face and nervously smiled. “I had a crush on you since Halloween.”

“Shut up, I had a crush on you since Thanksgiving,” you laughed, letting Vinnie pulled you closer to him, kissing you again. “Come on, I’m gonna finish painting your nails,” a smile spread on your face before you took Vinnie’s hand, leading him back to the kitchen where he said on the barstool and you sat on his lap again. Vinnie was giving you small kisses on your back and neck during the time you were painting his nails and he was thinking about how he’s gonna invite you for a real date and how you gonna be together, how he’s gonna tell you that he loves you. He believed that you gonna be the most powerful couple in Hype House and maybe on the whole TikTok because his love for you was real and he knew that you felt the same.

[gubler-me-up]

Have Fun With It (MGG Request)

Request: Can i request a fic? Giggly sex with mgg? just being so comfortable around each other and making love but then joking throughout and hdjsksksl🤤

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I hope this is cute and giggly enough for your need of cute smut!! I know it’s a shorty but I promise it’s a goody 🥰

Couple: MGG/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, swearing, unprotected sex

Word count: 2k

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It was a beautiful, warm spring day in May and you couldn’t wait to do absolutely nothing for the day. It was your self-care Sunday for you, so you had no plans of moving a single finger unless it benefited you. What made the day extra special though was Matthew was home to be your right-hand man whenever you needed something.

You had informed him you wanted to start taking better care of yourself by having one day out of the week to focus on yourself. Whether that be doing a lavish skincare routine, deep conditioning your hair or indulging in sweets for the day. Maybe a combination of both. He assured you he would make your Sunday as relaxing as possible.

He let you relax and indulge in yourself while he cleaned around the house. He even asked you here and there if you needed anything. He never forgot to give you a kiss every time he did something for you before he left to continue cleaning the house. However, you wanted to see how far he would help you relax on your self-care Sunday.

You were sitting in the living room watching your favourite show on Netflix as you waited for your clay face mask to set. You turned your head to look down the hall to see Matthew putting away the dishes. You smiled deviously as you watched him bend down to take out the dishes from the dishwasher. You thought it was about time his cute ass was near you again.

“Matthew, can you come here please?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

He turned around to see you smirking at him. He raised an eyebrow at you but still approached you with a smile. You could feel your mask hardening quick so you had to tell him what you wanted quick. He stood in front of you waiting for what you wanted from him. He couldn’t help chuckle as he saw how expressionless the face mask made you.

You placed your hands on his thighs. You slowly rubbed them up and down as you looked up at him. You thought regardless of your mask you could seduce him with your eyes. Obviously you had thought wrong. Matthew tried to hide his laughter by covering his mouth. You sighed.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” you mumbled.

“Oh?” He chuckled.

“Is it not working?” You asked.

“No, I’m very seduced,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “I’d suck your dick if my mask hadn’t hardened.”

“How about you sit back, relax and let me treat you on your self-care Sunday?”

You leaned back on the couch and looked up at him with excited eyes. He smiled as he showed you his fingers and gestured you to open your legs. You spread your legs immediately. He kneeled down in front of you and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear. He pressed his tongue between your folds.

You let out a deep moan as his tongue ran up and down your folds before he stuck two of his fingers in you. You broke into a wide smile as he pleasured you. The pleasure you felt was short-lived as you realized you cracked your mask. You let out a deep groan of frustration. Matthew shot his head up to look at you to see what was wrong. He couldn’t help letting out a chuckle as he saw how annoyed you looked about cracking your mask.

“I guess that means I was doing a good job,” he said.

“Unfortunately you did. Ugh, I guess I have to wash it off now,” You said.

“I don’t know about that. I think the crack look fits you,” he joked.

You giggled. “You’d have sex with me while I look like a mess?”

“I’d have sex with you no matter what,” he said.

“Aw, you’re too sweet, babe, but I think I’m gonna wash it off and then we can start having some real fun,” you said as you got up.

As you walked towards the powder room you could hear Matthew’s footsteps close behind. You giggled as you just knew his eyes were glued to your bare ass. You slapped your ass to let him know you had an idea as to where his eyes were lingering. You stopped in your tracks to look back at him with a smirk. His eyes immediately bounced up from your ass to look you in your eyes.

“Think you’re slick?” You asked.

He chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, you know you were looking.”

He playfully gasped. “I would never do such behind your back.”

“So you’d look at my ass from the front someway somehow?”

“I wouldn’t look, I’d grab.”

“Oh, spicy talk. Now I definitely have to wash off this mask so we can get it on.”

You walked into the powder room and wasted no time to wash off your mask. You could feel his hands wander up and down your hips as he waited for you to finish washing your face. As you finished, you used your shirt to wipe your face dry.

“Look at me,” he said.

You turned around to look at him with a wide smile. You brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head both ways to show him your clear face. He chuckled as he stroked your freshly washed face.

“No more clay face,” you said.

“I think I miss her already,” he said.

You giggled as you kissed him on the lips. You could feel him smiling through the kiss and soon felt his hands slither up your shirt. He distanced himself from the kiss to pull your shirt off.

“How come I’m always the first one to be naked first?” You giggled.

“Because you’re better to look at naked,” he said before embracing you in another kiss.

You smiled. “No fair.”

“I don’t think you’ll be saying that once we start having sex,” he said.

“Well, I guess my self-care Sunday can be interrupted by sex,” you said.

“To be fair you can consider sex self-care,” he said.

“I think that would be masturbation no?” You questioned.

“Not on my watch,” he said.

He grabbed your hand and started to lead the way back to the living room. He led you all the way to the couch and you laid down. You pulled him down with you so he wouldn’t dare try to tease you. He chuckled as he kissed you while his hands lingered up and down your sides.

“I think it’s your turn to get naked,” you said through the kiss.

He broke the kiss to lean up to take off his shirt. You groaned as you pointed at his pants. He looked down and then looked back up at you with a smirk.

“I thought you wanted me naked and now you’re being picky?” He questioned.

“Your pants have the real gold,” you said.

“Just because I don’t have breasts doesn’t mean my chest isn’t of any value,” he joked.

“I mean it is nice,” you said as you traced his chest with your finger.

He imitated your actions by tracing his finger around your breasts. You giggled as you shooed his hand away from your chest. He laughed as he leaned back down to kiss your neck all the way up to your ear.

“I bet the clay mask version of you wouldn’t be so hypocritical,” he joked.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You can take that up with her next time you see her,” you said.

“I don’t think she makes as much noise as you do though,” he said.

You then felt his fingers back in you, stroking your g-spot. You moaned loudly as your head tilted back. You heard his chuckle ring throughout your ear as he teased you with his fingers.

“Yeah, she definitely wouldn’t moan like this,” he said.

“If you want to hear real moans put your dick in me,” you said.

“Is that a dare?” He asked.

You giggled. “It’s a double dare.”

He leaned up and smirked at you as he pulled down his pants to reveal his hard dick. You bit your bottom lip as you reached your hand out to grab it. He gave you a taste of your own medicine as he shooed your hand away. You chuckled as you retracted your hand.

“I guess I deserve that,” you said.

“Do you know what else you deserve?” He asked.

You raised a curious eyebrow. “What?”

“This.”

He held your legs back as he slid his dick inside of you. You let out a moan and tilted your head back. He leaned down to kiss your neck. You started to giggle as he continued to kiss up and down your neck.

He chuckled. “I forgot you’re ticklish on your neck.”

He didn’t stop kissing your neck though which made you squirm and smile. He leaned up from your neck and kissed you on your lip instead. You grabbed his head to deepen the kiss and to prevent him from kissing your neck again. You didn’t want to get distracted from the pleasure he was giving you.

As he continued to pump his dick in and out of you, you couldn’t even kiss him back anymore. You continuously let out moans as you wrapped your legs around him to bring him deeper into you. He went back to kissing your neck and you instantly flinched. He soon stopped but you heard his soft chuckle in your ear.

“Sorry, it was too easy,” he whispered.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” you giggled.

“Is this annoying?” He asked as he started to go faster.

You moaned louder and found yourself not even forming words anymore. You scratched your nails up his back as he didn’t slow his pace at all. You heard his groans grow louder in your ear which indicated to you he was close to cumming. You wrapped your legs around him tighter before grabbing his face to embrace you in another kiss.

As you two made out, you could feel his pace slow. You then felt his cum release inside of you. He leaned up from the kiss and took his dick out of you. He looked down at you to see a little pout form on your face. He smirked before giving into you. He leaned down to give you another kiss which instantly made you happy. He leaned up from the kiss and transferred a few to your forehead.

“I think you sound pretty hot when you giggle,” he complimented.

“Maybe I’ll giggle more when we have sex than instead of moaning,” you said.

He leaned up and laughed as he put on his pants. He grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered you with it. He got up reached for the remote on the coffee table to go back to Netflix. He looked back at you with a smile as you cuddled up in the blanket.

“How about for now we watch something on Netflix and I can make us something to eat?” He suggested.

You smiled and nodded. “I think that would be the perfect end to my self-care Sunday. Well, almost perfect.”

He chuckled. “What would make it perfect?”

You made an exaggerated thinking expression with your hand on your chin and flickering your eyes around the room. He laughed as he watched you being the dramatic actress you were. You finally looked at him with a sly smirk.

“I think a round two would do me good for the day,” you said.

He smiled. “I think I can make sure that happens.”

You clapped your hands. “I love that for us.”

“But for now what do you want to eat?” He asked.

“Hm, I think I’m feeling for a grilled cheese sandwich,” you said.

“I should have seen that coming. Consider it done,” he said.

He gave you another kiss on your forehead before giving you the remote and leaving the room. You watched him walk out of the room. You smiled as you looked at him strut out with his engrained model walk. You had to admit you were looking at his ass again.

“Nice ass,” you yelled.

He laughed. “Thanks, babe.”

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