#dude knocked my computer of my desk

[someweird-llamaeagledragonthingy]

wishing I could just be a cat. that'd be great. cat's don't have to worry about job interviews, they can just sleep in the sun, oh to be a cat.

[autumnmatt]

𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.

summary: matt is playing fornite with his two brothers and he gets to loud when he keeps losing, causing his girlfriend to wake up from her slumber.

classification: fluff

warnings: kissing, pet names, suggestive language, use of y/n

it was about 3 in the morning and you were fast asleep in yours and matts bed, snuggled up in a blanket with matts stuffed pug mr. wrinkleton tucked under your arm.

matt on the other hand was in the middle of a very intense fornite match with his brothers nick and chris. there were about 10 people left in that match and your boyfriend was very determined to win.

all was going good during the game play until him and his brothers came across this very sweaty team. “on me on me!! these kids are good I need backup quickkk” matt yelled to nick and chris through his headset.

he then faced one of the opposing teammates but of course he lost the battle between them and got knocked. “FUCKKKKK” he screamed out of frustration. nick also got killed a little while after matt did by the same person.

y/n wasn’t that much of a heavy sleeper so when he started to yell out, she shifted in bed a little opening up her eyes to see what the yelling was coming from.

she looked up and saw the bright screen in front of her with fornite being played along with her boyfriend sitting in his gaming chair banging on the desk from just getting killed. she puts the blanket over her head and closes her eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

“CHRIS DUDE YOURE SO BAD THOSE KIDS WERE ASS” matt yells, slamming his controller on the desk making a very loud sound that could be heard throughout the room.

y/n tossed and turned once more slowly losing the battle of getting back to sleep. so she got up, yanked the covers off of her body, and started sleepily walking over towards matt, dragging her feet with every step she took.

once she made it over to the chair where he sat she stood there, waiting for matt to realize she was standing here. and once he did he could see the pout forming on her lips, instantly feeling guilt for being so loud so late at night.

“oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” he frowned, muting his mic and taking his headset off then holding his arms out to her and patting his lap, inviting her to come sit down.

she straddled him and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his warm body and taking in his familiar scent, the scent she loved most.

“go back to sleep baby, I promise I’ll keep it down”. he said and kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her so that he could still have access to the controller also slowly rubbing up and down on her lower back.

“come to bed with me.” she groaned into his shoulder. she was already strarting to fall back asleep.

“of course I will baby.” he smiled taking his hands off the controller putting the headset on one last time to tells his brothers his was going to sleep. he shut of his computer, put his headset and controller up and gently picked her up to bring to the bed.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling out of his arms. your face now buried into his chest.

he set you down on your side of the bed before walking over to his pulling the blanket over the both of you and situating the pillows so they were at a comfortable position under your heads.

you faced him for a few seconds to say your goodnights. you kissed his lips lazily before speaking. “goodnight I love you.” you spoke up, resting your head onto his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“goodnight I love you too baby”. he said before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. he kissed your forehead before you slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

a/n: AHHHH I think this is so cute. my 2nd story on here, thank you so much for the love on my first story and definitely send me some requests. hope you enjoyed this fic, love you all!!!

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[deadghosy]

I love your work so much imagine ben Drowned in hasbin hotel.

Them crawling out of the TV and alistor is like I don't like tv but can you mess with vox😭.

SURE!! LOL! 🦆💗If anyone wants to do a creepypasta! Reader, I will make it a fanon version cause that’s most easier since I’ve always seen the fanon side of creepypasta when I was into the fandom💗

HAZBIN HOTEL X BEN DROWNED! READER

prompt: after jumping into a tv to hide from being stabbed by Jeff…you accidentally went into a show called HAZBIN HOTEL……

Your dumbass didn’t even check what was on tv…it was just left on as you are now falling to a city in a shape of a…..pentagram?

Welll shit…you are in a hell cartoon…

Meanwhile with Jeff: “where the fuck is that short tacked bitch…” he said holding his knife tightly as his eyes glanced at the tv. “That bastard!”

MEANWHILE WITH YOU: You pointed to a service pole and started to surge through the electrical wire into some random old tv box. You pressed your hand through the tv screen and came out of it. As you came out of it a gasp was heard to see a bunch of characters…..oh boy…

After basically getting chased around the hotel and interrogated…they let you stay by Charlie’s words as she was excited to have another member to her crew at last. 

Few weeks later, they have gotten use to you. I mean Alastor still keeps an eye on you as you play games and go through electronics around the place.

Angel thinks it’s funny for you to hack Valentino’s page to make his bio say “I have a small dick.”

Vaggie makes you go out on errands until she can find you a decent duty at least. But she appreciates how you help around a lot.

Husk thinks your pretty annoying because of your gen z & gen alpha humor. I headcannon ben and you to basically be a media specialist to learn the lingo around and to understand the generation.

“Hey husk…” “hey kid…” “you’re so not alpha male…” “…the fuck?” “Sooo not slay.” “Get the fuck out my face.” *cue you doing a gremlin ass laugh*

I can see Velvette making fun of you for wearing the link fit😭 she would be confused as if you were a stinky cosplayer kid-

“GOOD HELL?! What are you wearing dear..” the female vee says as you look down to your link outfit. “What’s wrong with it? I think I look ✨f a b u l o u s✨” you said with sass

“You look horrendous. THAT’S what you look like.” Velvette says. You rolled your eyes as she snapped her fingers giving you black converses, tan brown pants, and a green hoodie. She had let you keep your link hat as you actually liked how you looked.

Maybe when you get back to slender’s mansion you can spend his card to buy an outfit like this.

I imagine Charlie or niffty trying to wipe off the blood tears of your eyes thinking you were crying as you stand there like “what is going on-🤨” most definitely the face look like this “:T”

Angel dust brought you a gaming set from a thrift shop as you smiled happily at this and started to play….only to find out it had knock off versions of the games in the human world….impta?! (GTA) PENTACRAFT?! (Minecraft) hellmon?? (Pokémon)

You immediately thrown the gaming set outside and decided to go hack Vox’s system for fun again.

I can imagine reader sending random “if you don’t like this, Lucifer is coming for you.” posts to random sinner to fuck with them.

I can DEFINITELY see Alastor asking you to go mess with Vox’s tech even if he doesn’t like those picture boxes. “Ben/Reader, my fine fellow..I got a favor to ask of you.” After he asked you to go mess with this dude named Vox. You smiled as you transported into your own tv and go to the vee tower.

You hacked into Vox’s system as he spit his coffee out to see “nya cat” on all his computers and devices as you snicker seeing Vox’s face trying to fix it. You laughed showing yourself as your bloody tears roll down your face because of laughing. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Vox asked angrily

“IM YOU! BUT BETTER! GET HACKED LOSER!” You said before disappearing from his system as Vox claws his desk in anger.

Alastor had a good chuckle when you told him what you did. “I never liked this picture boxes…but you my friend, are true entertainment.” After this your relationship with Alastor grew as he would pay you handsomely with snacks as you go and piss Vox off on any other day.

Valentino and Vox hate your guys to the point they want to kill you while Velvette is just chill with you as she helps you with your outfits and aesthetics.

I imagine since Ben drowned also looks like link, you have long hair like link but sometimes cut it down to bit length to not trip on it.

You give off that “new worker at McDonald’s” vibes as you would just play around instead of helping the residents😭

“Can I have keycard?” “….how about no?”

I imagine you just tapping on and off a lamp post boredly as Valentino keeps going towards it and away from. “On….off…on…off…” you liked to mess with people

You had tapped on sir Pentious’s device once and it exploded…yeah you were pretty much banned from his room and lab. But it was worth it.

You definitely wrestle with husk as husk will just try to claw out your eyes only him to just get pepper sprayed by you.

“AGG MY FUCKIN' EYES!!” “I didn’t know this shit would work on demons..”

Lucifer was definitely intrigued with your appearance as you seemed like a human. But also had a demonic appearance. So he questioned you and you just kept saying “SWAG!” He got tired of it and demanded you as the ruler of hell.

It didn’t work as you just shrug with a “:D” face and transported into a wire. Lucifer was bamboozled as he just stood there like “what just happened”

You showed niffty how to beat any person during a game as you, yourself is a hacker and can beat any game personally.

You looked at the phone that you stole from that flat faced dude as you smirked having an idea as you transported into the phone to try and go find Jeff. And lucky you did as he was sitting on the couch watching wrestling.

“Heyyy buddy.” You said looking through the tv to see Jeff. He scoffed seeing that his favorite program was ruined by your face. Jeff turned off the tv. Your face was like a pikachu shocked face. “THAT BITC-”

[onelittlespiral]

You should definitely do a preppy boy tf!

FML: Contact

I knew I should have charged my phone before I left, but I was running late and didn’t want to miss my study session. I know, I know it was stupid. But the walk was only supposed to be a few blocks. I have no idea how I got this lost. It felt like I was wandering for hours, but I kept just going around in circles and ending up in front of this gym. Great, just what I needed before finals week. Maybe I should stop an- ugh. My bag spilled out in front of me as I wa a knocked to the ground.

“Hey, sorry bro.”

It seems like on about my third time around the block I finally ran into one of the gym’s patrons, idiot. For the life of me I will never know how those guys will walk out in shorts in December. I started to scoop my belongings back into my bag.

“Here, let me help- Ah fuck, that could be bad.” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me. Thankfully it seems that there wasn’t any real damage, but a few deep scratches were carved in the metal and the screen was definitely cracked.

“Just what I needed today! Look where you’re going next time!” I was nearly in tears. I was lost, I was frustrated, I think the fall tore a hole in my khakis, and now my computer would be busted till after finals.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Didn’t mean to knock a shrimp like you down. I didn’t even hit you that hard…”

“Well sue me if I don’t have time to get swoll bro,” I spat, “but some of us have finals to study for.”

“Oh dang, that’s where I know you from! English 110, with Professor Kim. Yeah, you’re always in the front and answering shit.” Immediately the puzzle pieces clicked. I can’t blame myself for not recognizing him. He must have been one of the dudes who sat in the back, and they all basically acted, talked, and looked about the same. A bunch of gym rats struggling through the gen eds. I’m genuinely surprised he can to class often enough to recognize me. “Hey man, are you studying for this final later? I’m just like not getting this stuff. Like, why are they having Exercise Science majors out here studying English anyways?”

“Uhh, yeah maybe.” At this point I was past the point of caring about this conversation. It was such a simple class I hardly had even glanced over the study guide. I had packed my things and was making to get up and leave.

“Here bruh, lemme help you up,” and he extended his hand to me. I grabbed hold as a small shock passed between us. It was just a split second, but as his calloused, sweaty had grasped mine, I felt a jolt that stuck my hair on end. I hardly had time to notice as he hoisted me up. “Hey, if you do end up reviewing later, maybe give me a heads up. We could do a study session or something.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. Grabbing my hand again, and pulled me into a bro hug before I could protest. Up close he was warm and humid, sweat cooling in the cold winter air. He left the paper in my hand when he pulled away. He smirked, “You should ask inside, they may be able to help. I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a confidence in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. Before I knew it he had booked it, and I was left with a piece of paper, a broken computer, and a sinking realization I was still lost.

With few options left, I popped into the gym my classmate had just come out of. Maybe they would have a charger I could borrow or be able to help me with directions. At least it was warm inside. I walked over to the man at the desk, asking “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you all have a phone charger? I am completely lost and out of juice.”

“You can bother me any time,” the attendant said with a wink, “We’ve got some chargers in the locker room, but management is struck about people using facilities without paying. You already a member with us?”

“No, do I look like a member with you all? Please, I’m tired and at this point I just need to get home.” I groaned.

“Well sorry bro, you’ve gotta get those gains somewhere… let’s see, a day pass only runs about $5,” he slid the card reader to me.

“Fine.” I thrust my card into the machine and grabbed my receipt, storming off towards the locker room.”

“Enjoy your time! Oh, sir. Those aren’t the locker rooms they are the changing ro-” and the swinging door cut him off. I cut to the first door on my left. The overhead lights activated as I walked in. The inside was warm, hotter even than the lobby. For locker rooms, there were very few lockers. Just cooler with some sports drinks, some mirrors, and a charging station. No one else was inside, so I sat down on a bench and set my phone down on the charging station. With the heat I quickly began stripping layers, till I was down to my sweater, but I was not going shirtless in this place. It looked like it would be a while before my phone would be charged. I tried to put the whole situation out of my mind as I laid back and relaxed, carried to sleep in the thick heat…

I woke up a while later, disoriented and thirsty. It may have been a bad idea to sleep in the sweater, the thing was practically dripping in sweat now. I began to pull off the damp thing when I was shocked to see what was underneath:

Abs. Pecs. Abs and pecs. I had to be dreaming, when did I go from a stick to having abs and pecs. Not only that, but my arms. Thick and smooth, my arms looked swollen, as though I had been working them out for years. And my legs, they felt like lead beneath me, so heavy I could hardly move them. I could crush a melon between my thighs. And my poor shoes, they were practically in tatters on the floor. My toes poked out of the remains, leather torn between my meaty soles. I looked in the mirror to get a full picture. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it, I was a whole different man.

I grabbed my phone and booked it out the door back to the front desk. The same attendant was there, looking me up and down as I passed by:

“Well hey there handsome. How are you enjoying our amenities?”

I just about strangled him, “What the hell happened? What did you all do to me?!?”

“I did try to tell you. Locker rooms are the other side. Those are the changing rooms.”

“What’s that supposed mean?”

“Well, look at yourself. Must have gone for the muscle enhancement, eh? Not a bad look on you.” I could just about wipe that smug look off his face.

“Cut the bull crap, I didn’t ask for this. If you all changed me into this change me back.”

“So sorry,” the apology dripped from his lips, “but things don’t quite work that way. For more specialized changes you have to get a full membership.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” I shouted, “You never said shit about this. I don’t need your membership. Change me back, now.”

“Woah, calm down there hot stuff, no need to get so worked up. How about this. My boss is home for the night. I know what you looked like when you came in. I can sneak you back into one of our specialty changing rooms, and I’ll calibrate it myself. Deal?”

I was about in tears, “Deal.”

He took my hand and lead me to the changing room all the way in the back. Same set up, same bench in a mostly barren room. This one was maybe a tad smaller. His voice came on over the intercom:

“Alright, now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

This time, deep red lights came on and that same heat began to fill the room. It somehow felt a bit different. The other heat wrapped around, this one felt like it pierced. In moments my body was flooded with warmth. Sweat rolled down my body as the room began having its effects. But something wasn’t right. Instead of shrinking down to my lithe self, my body felt like it was bubbling, and began to swell even more.

“Hey. HEY! What the hell! What are you doing out there? Wrong way asshole!”

He chuckled into the intercom, “What? I think it’s a good look on you.”

“You’re supposed to change me back!” I shouted

“I said I would calibrate the room. I didn’t say how. You should feel lucky, you’re getting the VIP treatment for free!”

Everywhere sweat rolled my muscles stretched as my body began writhing under the feeling of its growth. It felt… it felt… oh god it felt… so…good. But it had to be stopped. I couldn’t keep going like this. I put all my effort into standing up and lunged for the door handle. It didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

“Oh, is this not to your taste?” he teased “Well, I already did smooth jock tonight. Fine, let’s try this then.”

The red lights switched off as dull LED’s took their place. At the same time, a mist began pouring into the room. The smell made me dizzy as I slumped back on the bench behind me. The haze curled around me and stuck to my skin. It smelled like aftershave, sharp and fresh, with a coolness that made me shiver. My skin began to tingle wherever it touched. I watched as my skin turned to goosebumps, then slowly a fine layer of fuzz began to coat my pecs. It grew and curled wherever the mist lead it. It blazed a treasure trail down my abs and branched out to cover them. I could only moan as my body pushed out my new pelt. It curled around my back as a forest erupted behind me. Working it’s way up, I felt a tickle on my jaw and cheeks. It caressed my face as a five o-clock shadow pushed out from my smooth face, and in moments a full beard was pushed out. It’s curling tendrils even worked on the hair I already had. I felt the hair on top of my head stand on end before following the mist into a thick mop. It worked it’s way into my gapping mouth too, and I felt my throat stretch and adjust, my moans coming out much deeper. Then it concentrated on my groin and pits. My previously trimmed bushes grew wild, quickly becoming a tangle. As my pubes grew around, it felt soooo good. I began getting hard, but the mist only took that as an opportunity. Something else to grow and curve. It stretched 6, 7, 8, 9 inches straight out before curving distinctly up. I was in pure ecstasy, with only the thought of the man outside watching keeping me from fully jacking off.

“Wow, what a grower. I knew you had potential but, woof.”

“You… won’t… *gasp*…get away… with… with this!”

“Oh, still a little rebel in you? Maybe we can bring that out a bit.”

The mist receded, and overhead the lights began to strobe and a loud white noise began to play. The pattern was disorientating and it hurt to watch. But even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape. A splitting headache developed as my emotions all turned to anger. I tried to shout, to call for it to stop, but my words didn’t even reach my ears. I watched in glimpses as I began to scream, deep and primal, rage in my eyes. My arm clenched into a fist and I ran up to pound the door down. It still didn’t budge but the shock sent a ripple down my arm. In the mirror I watched as in slow motion a full sleeve tattoo stretched down my arm. I sat down in pain and fear and anger as I grew close to tears. But the back of my mind knew that I could not cry, not anymore. Then, all at once it stopped. I realized I was still shouting. I felt pissed off, aggressive. When I got out of this room, I was gonna pummel that twink into submission.

“God, that one always gets me. I love a man with tattoos.”

“Fuck OFF” I growled. I looked in the mirror at the monster I had become:

My mind was being flooded with emotions, a sense of loss for the person I was, a rage at the man who had done this to me, an animalistic horniness from my sizable new cock, and a deep terror for what else could happen. I channeled that fury and made one last attempt on the locked door. I yanked and rattled the door with all the strength this new body could muster. I felt the handle flex beneath my grip, before a loud *snap* sent me plummeting to the ground. The handle had come off the door. I banging against the door, shouting for anyone to come help me.

“Hmmm,” the attendant contemplated, “I may have gone too far with the rage this time. You’re a beast bro, but let’s reign it in. A healthy dose of this should help.”

A new cloud filled the room, this one thicker than the last. It was damp and sticky and clung to every inch of me. This one smelled rich and acrid, like an arm pit that had long since sweat through any deodorant. It was as though every patron of the gym had joined me in the room fresh from their workout. The fog was so thick I felt as though I was beginning to choke. It slid heavily down my throat and made my eyes water. That’s when I felt it begin to corrupt me. My enraged mind became calm, then addled as my brain filled with the all consuming fog. Memories flashed before my eyes as I felt them slip from my mind, replaced with false copies. I felt my college experience shift from books and classes to working out and tutoring sessions. My classes in journalism and writing were swapped for work out routines and remedial math. Then my cock began twitching as memories of hot workout sessions with my bros filled my mind, replacing my book club. As my mind relaxed and the new memories came to me easier and easier. My IQ was slipping down quickly, resting now somewhere around 75. As my mind relaxed I felt my body do so too. The cloud began seeping into my pores, filling me with its corrupting influence. My body betrayed me, greedily sucking up the cloud until the room was completely clear. I felt warm and tingly, my body pressed flat against the cold floor. I lifted my arm to get a good wiff of my funk. My cock jumped in response. God I needed to fuck. The cloud had saturated me, inside and out, soaking me in a new identity.

“How are you feeling in there big guy?” a voice was on the other side of a speaker in the room.

“Aight I guess man. I’m tired. Guess I passed out in here,” I replied. God, just waking up from a nap and I had my morning wood. The door opened, a cute bro was on the other side.

“Have you enjoyed your day pass sir?” He asked.

“Hell yeah Lil’ bro, it’s been good. This gym is stacked. I haven’t felt this worn out after a workout in a while!”

“Have you considered upgrading that day pass to a full membership? I know I would love to see you around,” he said with a wink.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind seeing you every day. Gimme the forms.” He led me out to the lobby, I signed a few forms, and handed me a card.

“Now remember next time, locker rooms are over there,” he smirked. “Here, this is free with your sign up.”

He threw a tank top over to me. Good thing too, I think I forgot mine at home. It fit snugly over my huge chest. It made my arms look huge too. Just a shame I sweat so much after a workout, I already had some pit stains going. Shit, I was rank.

“Thanks bro, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I strolled out the door into the cold winter air. I flexed, feeling the breeze wick some of my sweat away.

“Hey, excuse me?” Some dork walked up to me, looking desperate. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, though I couldn’t place it. “Would you happen to be able to help me? I have been going around in circles and can’t seem to find my way. I have an exam in just a few hours.”

“Nah, sorry man. I’m not quite sure I’m able to help. Never been good with directions huhu,” that’s when it clicked, “Hey, you’re in my bio class aren’t you? Ah shit, is that exam today?!? Fuck, I’m never gonna pass that crap.”

He looked a little flabbergasted, but made some excuses and was about to move on when I grabbed him. I felt something pass between us, as his gaze fell onto me, unblinking, “You should check in the gym bro, I know they can help you out.” I pulled away and the moment passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two receipts. The first was my receipt for my day pass. I scribbled down my contact info, and handed it off to the nerd. “Here, if you want to talk about lifting with me and my buds later you should give me a call. Looking a little scrawny bruh.”

He took the receipt before wandering towards the gym entrance. I then looked at the second paper I pulled out. Oh yeah, it was that hot gym bro from earlier. Yeah, I could meet up with him for sure. His name at the top rang a faint bell. For a split second, I remembered a friend I would sit next to in class. Smart, nerdy, nothing like the man I had met on the sidewalk earlier... But just then I felt my brain pounding, and I couldn’t focus on… whatever it was I was thinking about. Oh, right. Hot jock. Yeahhh, I’m gonna go see if he wants these rank pits shoved in his face while I ride his cock.

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Maybe not what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyways ❤️

[3eyesdivine]

Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary. 

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man? 

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client. 

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario. 

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment.  "You good?" 

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots. 

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy. 

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him. 

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock. 

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement. 

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss. 

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface. 

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo. 

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so. 

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew. 

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came. 

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong. 

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her.  "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need. 

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed,  reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist. 

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms. 

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face. 

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office. 

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[luvacookie]

ur such a smart girl.

armin helps one of his best friends with her physics lectures.

❥ warnings : mildly nerdy ! armin, shitty physics terminology, not proof read, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, slight degrading, praise, softdom ! armin, sub ! reader, blk fem coded.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : i needed to write smthing for minnie, it woulda been so criminal if i didn't omg

“armin, are you coming?”

he shook his head, eyes not leaving his computer screen. “can’t. promised y/n i’d help her with her studying.”

eren groaned, staring at his bestfriend. “arminnn. can’t you cancel? you’re always with that sophomore.”

“dude, i promised. i’m not going.”

eren sighed. he left his room, closing the door behind him. armin closed his computer screen, rubbing his tired eyes.

his phone began buzzing beside him and he picked it up, smiling at the contact photo of you and him.

“arminnnn! are you still coming over?”

“of course i am princess, in about fifteen minutes. why? are you okay?” he responded, his eyes still closed.

“yes yes, i just wanted to know if you would be down for pizza after? my treat.”

he smiled. “sure, anything you want.”

you grinned, kicking your feet on your bed. “mkayyy, see you soon.”

you hung up, dropping your phone besides you.

“you’re so in love it’s sickening,” annie commented from her desk, picking at her chipped nail polish.

you scoffed. “i am not in love. armin is my best friend is all.”

she rolled her eyes, picking up her bag. “whatever you say. i’m going to reiner’s now, don’t fuck on my bed.”

you ignored her, scrolling through your phone. once you heard the door click shut you jumped out of bed, picking out an outfit.

you settled on some checkered pyjama bottoms and a pink lacy crop top, just in time for armin to knock on your front door.

“hiii,” you greeted him, pulling him in for a hug.

he hugged you back tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist. “you okay?”

you nodded enthusiastically, letting him go and dragging him into your dorm.

“make yourself comfy, i’m gonna go grab my stuff,” you told him, leaving him to re-familiarise himself with your accommodation.

he wandered aimlessly, picking up little trinkets he hadn't noticed before that you and annie had placed around the living room. he had been taking a photo of baby you and your family when you walked back in the room, books in arm.

"mkay, i'm ready, where do you wanna start?" you asked, making yourself comfy at your small dining room table.

he sat beside you, flipping through your pretty physics notes. "how about here?" he pointed to the notes you made last lecture.

you nodded enthusiastically, pulling out your laptop. you typed in your password and armin's heart could have burst at seeing you and him on your home screen.

"i remember this day," he said, smiling at the photo of the two of you.

you pulled your screen towards you, hiding it from him. “aha, yeah…”

armin watched you shuffle in your seat, typing in your needed web page before turning the screen the right way.

you settled, flipping to a clean page in your notebook. “mkay, so i don’t get these points…”

hours passed as you tried to force physics into your head, desperate to drag your average up.

armin watched as you became became frustrated, sighing and pouting how you do when your annoyed.

“ ‘min i just can’t remember, i don’t wanna waste your time. accept that i’m just bad,” you sighed, burying your head on the countless flash cards on your desk.

“i don’t think your bad, in fact i think you’re quite smart, just distracted,” he hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“no. i’m just bad,” you giggled sadly, rubbing your eyes.

“do you trust me?” he asked, disregarding your statement.

“yeah, of course,” you responded instantly. you did trust him, with your life practically.

he stood up from the table, grabbing you by the hand.

“where are we going?” you asked, letting him lead you to wherever.

he pushed your bedroom door open, locking it behind you. your heart jumped slightly in your throat, wondering what it was that armin had in mind.

"still trust me?" he asked, his eyes trailing over your body.

you nodded meekly, moving back to sit on your soft bed covers.

"i'm gonna help you focus, my way," he mumbled, stalking towards you.

a slight shiver erupted over your body, the way his blue eyes stared at you did criminal things to your state of mind.

"what is your way?"

he sank down in front of you, settling on his knees. your heart was seriously on the verge of spitting itself up, the view of armin on his knees in front of you felt religious.

his hands played with the waist band of your pyjamas, tugging them down agonizingly slow, leaving you in your plain white thong.

his hands rested on your knees gently, slowly prying them apart, which you let happen with no resistance, something that pleased him.

he slowly kissed his way up your plush thighs, nipping every so often, making you release little whimpers. music to his ears.

just as he reached the damp spot on your panties he looked up at you, his eyes inspecting your face. you whined, squeezing your thighs together lightly to get him to keep going.

"what's the equation to hooke's law?" he asked innocently, scraping his blunt nails up and down your inner thigh.

you blinked, confused. he hummed and placed a light kiss to your clit through your panties, making you whine out for him.

"tell me then."

you fumbled over your words, you knew the answer to this but it was hard to think of much when a god-sent angel was on the verge of making you cum.

"s-spring constant times the stretch," you whined, reaching your hand out to comb through his hair.

he placed a kiss on your thigh and then your clit, moving his hands to your ass to pull you in closer. he moved his hands to your panties, pulling them down to leave your pussy bare for him.

you whined at the feeling of his breath tickling you, a contrast to your normally cold room. he rubbed slow circles on your clit, making you moan lowly.

"equation for resistance," he mumbled, looking at your face.

"f-fuck armin i-" you whined out.

he pulled away from you, making you pout and breathe heavily.

"don't give me that face princess. the more you get right the quicker you get to cum," he mocks, tracing light shapes on your inner thigh.

you sighed, annoyed. "i don't know armin! please! i promise i'll be a good girl for you—"

he shook his head, giving you a small smirk. "goddamn it. i can't say no to you when you beg like that."

he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he continues his assault on your clit, switching between sucking and licking. he enters his middle finger gently, fucking you with it softly, the contradiction making your brain hurt.

you lie down on the bed, the stimulation throwing you off guard. "fuck min- i'm gonna-"

he shushes you, his mouth unwavering, the vibrations making the coil in your belly unwind faster. he moves his finger inside you quicker, feeling you squeeze him tighter.

"mm- shit- cumming-!" you moan, the pleasure washing over you.

that didn't stop armin from devouring you, he wasn't done with you just yet.

he only began to let up when your thighs threatened to crush his head, not that he would have complained if they did. he left small, wet kisses as he trailed along back to your mouth, kissing you feverishly.

you could taste yourself on his tongue, enjoying the freak nature that armin was displaying with you. he pulled away from you slowly, a clear string of spit following him as he studied you with low eyes.

“gonna be a good girl f’me ? like you promised baby ?” he asked, reaching for your hand. he carefully moved you to the floor, placing you on your knees in front of him.

you nodded eagerly, willing to go to the edge of the earth for this man to give you another orgasm. “i will, min.”

he smirked at you, moving your hand towards the tent that had grown in his sweats. you started working as if you were on autopilot, palming him roughly and drawing out low groans from the back of his throat.

“can i pull these down please ?” you said, breaking armin’s momentary bliss.

“of course you can baby,” he responded, watching your perfectly polished acrylic nails break past the waist band of his sweats and boxers in one go.

you pulled them down slowly, letting his dick snap up and slap against the lower part of his stomach. you had been staring for too long as armin tapped your pink lips with his tip.

“open up baby,” he mumbled, watching your jaw widen to fit him in comfortably.

you let the saliva build in your mouth before you started bobbing up and down slowly, swirling your tongue over the tip. armin let out low whimpers, grabbing your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail.

you began to pick up the pace, balancing by placing one of your hands his thighs and using the other to rub the length that couldn’t fit inside your mouth.

“fuuuuck baby girl… just like that, use that tongue of yours hm,” he encouraged, lightly pushing your head further down his length.

the intrusion of his dick grazed the back of your throat, making it constrict and you gag and causing him to let out a particularly loud moan. spit began pooling out of your mouth and travelling down him and your face. you eventually tapped out, coming up for the air your lungs were lacking.

you inhaled deeply, your head resting on his thigh. “couldn’t breathe—”

armin pet your head softly, “did such a good job baby girl. can you finish it for me ?”

your breathing became less erratic so you nodded, desperate to do well for him. you took his length in your hand and moved up and down, squeezing as you reached the tip.

more strings of whimpers and moans escaped armin’s lips, his hand having a strong grip on the side of your hair as a way to relieve the pressure building up inside of him.

you kitten licked the tip and placed light kisses on it, causing his dick to twitch. when your breathing finally relaxed, you allowed his length to hit the back of your throat, causing armin to loose his mind.

he grabbed the back of your head and began abusing your mouth, using you however he liked.

“such a pretty fucking mouth huh? shame it belongs to such a slut, letting me fuck your face like this?” his voice came out hoarse, his hips beginning to stutter and slow.

you moaned at the roughness of his movements, the vibration and constriction being his final straw. without warning, his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all.

“s-shit— are you okay baby ?” his normally soft demeanour returned, pulling his cock out your mouth and pulling you off the floor.

you nodded and opened your mouth to show armin that is cum was gone.

“swallowed all of it!” your voice came out rougher than usual.

he kissed your mouth gently, stroking the back of your head as he did.

“well done baby, i’m so proud of you,” he mumbled, pulling you in for a hug.

you welcomed his embrace, sinking into his body.

“get you all cleaned up then order that pizza ? we can be done with physics for today,” he said into the top of your head, the sound reverberating through your body.

“yes please,” you responded softly.

armin chuckled at you in a teasing manner. he was stuck with you for a very long time.

[parkerluvsu]

Artitck x fem reader comfort? reader on her period and usually they're so bad she gets sick and out of commission for the whole week. she just cries into patricks chest while Art plays nurse :(

love me more (artrick x fem! reader)

you were being punished for something. you had to be. you woke up this morning with cramps that made you curl up in pain, only allowing you to hobble to the bathroom before getting back in bed. you send a hasty email to your professors before shutting your computer and getting cozy in bed again, the fetal position you're currently in is the only way to feel some small relief. you're passed out before you can alert your boyfriends about staying home, a mistake that will soon start knocking at your door.. literally.

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if you were awake, you would currently hear muffled voices outside your door, ones that are easily recognizable to anyone on the same floor of your dorm since they are almost always cracking jokes and laughing loudly. these voices belong to your boyfriends, art and patrick, who, at the moment, are arguing about who should've brought the extra key to your dorm. "dude she gave the key to you, why don't you have it?" the hushed voice of patrick zweig echoes through the hallway, looking pointedly at art. "i gave it to you remember? i had that match and you wanted to come over here.." art argues back, pointing at patrick. patrick rolls his eyes, rattling the doorknob. "fuck.. what if she's hurt in there or something?? she's not answering my texts" patrick all but bangs on the door, as art sees if you've texted either of them.

waking up with a groan, the loud bangs on your door make you sit up, heart racing. you immediately reach for your phone, wanting to call art or patrick but you're met with missed calls and unanswered frantic messages. you hop out of bed, despite feeling weak from the current cramps wracking your body. you unlock the door, pulling it open and being met with art and patrick, looking at you like they've seen a ghost. "what the fuck!" patrick sighs out, obviously relived to see you. art immediately rushes forward, hugging you tightly. "you scared the shit out of us you know that?" he pulls away, hands on your shoulders, "you don't show up to any of your classes or our practice and then you don't answer any of our texts or calls?" art is clearly happy to see you, but the adrenaline of being concerned about you hasn't worn off. "you scared the shit out of us babe" patrick says, shaking his head. "im really really sorry it's just-" you try to continue your sentence but you're interrupted by a particularly bad cramp, causing you to hunch over and groan in pain. both patrick and art move toward you, making sure you don't fall. "holy shit babe are you okay?" patrick is completely overtaken by concern for you, finding it hard to see you in pain.

"im sorry.. ive just been sick in bed all day you guys.." you explain, letting them guide you back into your room. you sit back in bed, art taking a seat in your desk chair, while patrick makes himself at home in your bed. "ive been sleeping all day.. it's like the only thing that makes me feel better.." you describe the current situation, curling into a ball holding your lower stomach. art and patrick exchange a sympathetic look, with art reaching out to hold your hand. "you've been stuck in here all day?" art frowns at you, his extreme sense of empathy kicking into high gear. you lean into the soft pressure of patrick sitting behind you as you nod. "yeah.. usually i can make it through the week but none of my pain meds are working" patrick nods and brushes a hand through your hair. art, forever the worrier, sits on the chair next to your bed, frantically looking up "how to stop period cramps" and "are period cramps dangerous" you see arts phone screen, smiling at his obvious want for you to be okay.

"art it's okay.. it'll pass.. its bad but it's normal" you reassure him, smiling through the pain. patrick laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair. "cmon art don't be stupid, don't you know anything about women?" he jokes, obviously trying to distract you from the waves of pain. "shut up patrick you hardly even knew what a period was until college!" art fights back, face slightly pink with embarrassment. you let the two of them battle it out, feeling yourself sinking further into the mattress with the feeling of arts hand in yours and patricks fingers weaving through your hair. they don't even notice you've passed out again until patrick needs you to help him fact-check art and you don't respond. their petty argument is forgotten as they get you more comfortable in bed, turning off your light and pulling soft blankets over you. you toss and turn in your sleep, unable to feel actually relaxed enough to fall into a true sleep.

a particularly bad cramp causes your eyes to snap open, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you open your eyes, seeing art and patrick sitting on your floor together. they both rush towards you when they see you're awake again, your pain stricken groan pulling on both of their heartstrings. patrick moves to lay beside on on the bed, guiding your head to lay against his warm chest. "where does it hurt sweetheart?" art asks, sliding himself between your legs to lay his head on your stomach. weirdly, the pressure of his head relieves the pain for a moment, allowing you to answer. "just all of my lower stomach.. the cramps just won't stop.." you feel tears well on your eyes, trying to blink them away to no avail. patrick takes quick notice of this, brushing his thumb under your eyes to wipe your tears. art almost looks like a kicked puppy, gazing up at you with his baby blue eyes, unable to help. art lets patrick continue to comfort you while he pulls out his phone again, researching ways to help relieve your cramps.

"okay.. pat here it says that we should get something warm for her.. that'll like relax her muscles or something" art jumps up and grabs his bag, rooting around in it frantically. finally, he pulls out a little blanket looking thing with a cord coming out of it. "it's a heating pad" he explains, "my coah gave it to me for my muscle spasms but i think it could really help.." you nod and he plugs it in, helping you press it against your lower stomach and hold it there. yet again, art rests his head on your stomach like a puppy, while patrick continues to cradle your head against his chest. the relief from the heating pad starts quickly, and the warmth send you to sleep once again, along with patrick and art.

for the rest of your absolutely miserable week, art and patrick stay by your side, giving you massages and chocolate and everything you could ask for.. anything to make you feel better again. art and patrick could be annoying at times.. but you're positive that you've never felt so loved <3

[wolfjackle-creates]

Answer My Call Chapter 3 part 1

Happy WIP Wednesday! Answer My Call won by all one one vote last week. I was a bit nervous since I'm starting a new POV and I wasn't sure if I wanted to write from Tucker's POV or Tim's, but I settled on Tucker because it would let me dive into the action a bit sooner.

Story Summary: Danny's missing. The GIW have taken over Amity. Jazz, Tucker, and Sam are under constant surveillance and have been scattered across the country.

When Jazz's messages to Danny go to the wrong number, Red Hood decides to step in.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.6k

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Tucker was alone in his dorm room working on homework. His desk was in the corner in a way that meant his computer screen faced the wall. It meant he had barely three feet of space to sit in, but after everything that had happened, he couldn’t let anyone sneak up behind him to spy on his work.

His roommate hated him for it because it took up so much extra space in their small room, but he was never around anyway, so Tucker didn’t really care what he thought.

He jumped when a loud knocking sounded on his door.

“Coming!” he called out as he took the time to save everything he had open and close all programs. He slammed it shut and squeezed out of his chair, half running to the door. “Sorry ‘bout the wait. Tyler isn’t here right now, I think he said something about spending time with Liz?”

Then he actually looked at the people at his door. The one was a broad boy wearing a spiked leather jacket over jeans. The other had a bulky sweatshirt on and a baseball cap. His face was shadowed as he was looking down at a tablet, typing away.

The bigger one was grinning at him. “You’re Tucker, right? We’re here to see you, not Tyler.”

Tucker blinked at them. “Why?” he asked, confused. People had given up on being friendly with him weeks ago.

The boy with the tablet huffed. “We’re here to invite you to our club.”

Tucker looked between them in confusion. “What?”

Tablet guy still didn’t look up. “We heard you like ghosts. We’re the officers of the student horror club and wanted to offer you a spot. Mind letting us in so we can tell you about it?”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m not interested in joining any clubs right now. Thanks, but no thanks.” He went to shut the door, but leather jacket stuck out his foot, keeping it from shutting.

“Just hear us out. We think you’d be perfect for it as an expert on ghosts.”

Tucker clenched his fists to hide their shaking. What did they know? Who sent them? He glared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tablet boy raised his head slightly, revealing a domino mask covering his eyes. He grinned, more a baring of teeth than anything. In a tone just loud enough to be heard, he said, “One of my associates is currently in Boston. I decided to come here instead.” In a normal ton he added, “Let me tell you about the horror club.”

Tucker’s mouth fell open. How? Boston? What had Jazz done? His eyes flitted down the hallway. But they were blocking his path and he wouldn’t be able to get past them. Dumbly, he stepped back, opening the door further.

Leather jacket grinned at him. “Thanks, dude,” he said.

Behind them, Tucker shut the door. His hand fell to his pocket where a lipstick laser was hidden.

Tablet boy was already pulling the blinds down over the window. When done, he handed his tablet to Tucker. It was open to a message that said: “We’re on your side. Turn off your devices. I’m going to set off a EMP and signal jammer.”

Tucker nodded and handed the tablet back.

Leather Jacket cleared his throat. “So, with the horror club, we meet once a week…”

Tucker only half-listened to his spiel. He used his phone to send a coded warning to Dani before turning it off. Then he went through his belongings and did the same to every laptop, PDA, tablet, and gaming system. If he turned on a ghostly recording device hidden inside an action figure, however, no one would know.

As soon as he was done, he nodded to Tablet Guy who pulled out a black cube from his backpack and pressed a button. The he pulled out another device and turned that on as well.

“That’s enough, Kon,” he said, pulling off his cap.

Leather Jacket—Kon?—grinned. “What, you don’t want to hear about my favorite horror movie, Rob?”

“I introduced you to your favorite horror movie. I know it as well as you do.”

Kon just laughed. Then he unzipped his jacket, revealing a blue outfit with Superman’s “S” on it.

“Holy shit,” breathed Tucker. What had Jazz done?

Tablet guy followed, pulling off his cap and removing his hoodie, revealing a red costume with a gold bird medallion in the center of his chest. “Nice to meet you, Tucker. I’m Red Robin, and this is Superboy. I’ve got some questions for you.”

Tucker’s eyes jumped between the two. “Holy shit,” he repeated.

Superboy laughed. “Didn’t expect to see us?”

Tucker could only shake his head. “You said Boston?” he asked.

“Red Hood is with Jazz as we speak. She asked for our help in rescuing Danny. We agreed.”

Tucker tensed. He was lying. They’d talked about reaching out to the Justice League dozens of times, but had decided they couldn’t be trusted. Jazz wouldn’t have gone to them. He reached into his pocked and pulled out the lipstick.

Both heroes tensed, though their wariness turned to confusion when they saw he only had a small lipstick tube.

Good, let them underestimate him. “Jazz wouldn’t go to the Justice League. We agreed it wasn’t safe. Why are you really here?”

Red Robin grinned at him and held up his hands. “All right, you’re right. I simplified for time’s sake. Jazz has been sending messages to a phone number she thought belonged to her brother Danny. But really, they were going to Red Hood. He’d been getting them for ages now, but was…out of town. As soon as he got back, he began looking into Amity and the GIW. When he couldn’t find anything, he brought me in on the case. When that still didn’t work, we called Jazz back. She decided to take a chance on us since Red Hood doesn’t work with the government. And, honestly, I’ve done quite a bit outside the law, too, even if I’m not as public about it.”

Tucker’s grip on the lipstick tightened and he stuck his nail under the cap, ready to flick it off at a moment’s notice. “Prove it.”

Red Robin pulled up his tablet again and tapped a few places. An audio recording started to play.

Tucker stopped breathing when he recognized Jazz’s voice. He closed his eyes and just listened. When he heard her demand a picture and the pose she asked for, he huffed out a laugh.

The recording ended and he slid the lipstick back into his pocket and wiped at his eyes.

“Okay, I believe you. What’s the plan?”

“Right now we want to make sure you, Jazz, and Sam are safe and find out as much information as we can.”

Tucker nodded. “I’m not as closely watched as Jazz. The school keeps close track of us students and the Guys in White rely on their records. Though they do have an agent stationed in admin who checks up on me at least once a week. I don’t keep my most sensitive belongings in this dorm as it’s searched every other week.”

Red Robin grinned at him. It sent shivers down Tucker’s back. “Does that mean your real stuff is kept somewhere else?”

Tucker smirked. “Of course. Cover yourselves back up; we need to go.”

Red Robin did something with his jammer and EMP and then began talking excitedly about the horror club again. “So glad you’ve agreed to come to our next meeting, Tucker! We’ve been trying to build the club.”

Superboy winked at him. “What do you say we get to know each other a bit before then? Want to come play video games with us?”

Tucker bit his lip and looked towards his desk and laptop as if he were undecided. “I should get back to my homework…”

“Oh, come on, it’ll still be there tomorrow,” said Red Robin. “Let’s go.” He looked back down at his tablet and headed towards the door, grabbing Tucker’s hand as he did.

Tucker looked over his shoulder one last time, but let himself be pulled along. They kept conversation light as they exited the building. Red Robin was an expert at angling his baseball cap to hide his masked face from every camera they passed.

Would he be willing to teach Tucker how to do that?

Once outside, Tucker took the lead. One of the first things he’d done after he’d been enrolled was memorize blueprints for every building on campus. On top of that, he’d made himself a good dozen different IDs. Three of those were copies of other students’. Those students he kept close track of to make sure their records didn’t show them in two places at once. Other ones belonged to various faculty and staff members. But his pride and joy was the one that belonged to Gabriel Carter. Gabriel was a janitor at the Academy and so could access any building. Gabriel also didn’t exist.

It was Gabriel’s ID that got them access to the basement level of one of the buildings. Hidden deep in the building was a set of rooms currently not in use. And in one of those rooms was a closet.

Tucker had built the locks on the door himself and, even having all the keys and codes, it took five minutes to get in.

He smirked when Red Robin himself let out a gasp of surprise at his set up.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Now, how did Kon get involved? Easy. Tim used the zeta tube from the cave to Titans Tower. Kon happened to be there. When Tim said he was working a case with Red Hood, the guy who tried to kill him once, Kon insisted on coming along. I debated having other members of the Young Justice, but I'm actually trying to keep character counts down for this one, so...

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American Boy (pt.2)

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The week that followed saw me visiting Mandy and Martin’s place every day, sometimes to hang out there or sometimes to go out and explore the city. I had felt us all grow closer as a group, and Hamzah became increasingly comfortable with me as the days drew on.

Hamzah and I have made a habit of him driving me to Mandy and Martin’s place, as the alternative is getting an uber every time. As he pointed out, that would be both expensive and impractical, considering he only lived a few blocks away from my rental.

That morning, he knocked on my door to pick me up.

I opened it and smiled warmly at him.

‘Y’know, you could just message me when you’re outside and save yourself having to get out of the car every time,’ I say, fiddling with the lock of the door.

‘Nah, it’s fine,’ he affirms, crossing his arms across his chest. He was wearing his camo hat, of course, which his unruly curls were escaping from and coiling around his face. He also wore his oversized purple hoodie and a pair of shorts, exposing his legs from his mid-thighs down.

He looked me up and down for a lingering moment.

‘Nice outfit,’ he said with a smirk.

I looked down at myself, at my oversized brown Out of Character hoodie that Hamzah had given me a few days prior, when I had forgotten my own jumper at my rental. Mandy offered to let me borrow something from her wardrobe, but Hamzah had insisted I took the hoodie. I had paired it with blue-and-white pinstripe shorts to match the figures on the hoodie.

‘Thanks,’ I smile back at him.

Still struggling with the lock, I groan and barge the door with my shoulder. Hamzah laughs behind me and wordlessly takes the keys from my hands, effortlessly locking the door. He turns and smiles at me smugly.

‘Show-off,’ I mutter as I slink past him toward the car.

*

When we got into the apartment, Mandy greeted us excitedly.

‘Look at this girl when she gets given the chance to play the sims,’ Martin says amusedly in response to her giggliness.

‘Actually, it's extremely frustrating playing with you two but I’m excited to show the slushies my save,’ she says with an angelic smile.

‘We play as God intended,’ Hamzah adds with a smirk

‘Exactly. God intended us to make sim Joe Biden shoot up a cowboy bar,’ Martin replies.

Mandy rolls her eyes and makes for the computer, which has three chairs drawn up around it.

We had spoken on the groupchat the night before that I would come over when they film, so that Hamzah could give me a lift. We were going to order takeaway after, so it made sense for me to come with him even if I would be by myself for an hour or so.

I fell back onto the yellow sofa and covered myself with a plush blanket, picking up my book. I was in the same room, but just out of frame. Luckily, I had also brought my headphones.

‘Slushies, today we are playing The freaking Sims. And we have our mentor to help guide us on this heroic journey: Mandy,’ Hamzah intros the video.

‘Dude, we need to find a man right now,’ Martin adds.

Mandy sighs before saying, ‘You guys really do need a mentor.’

I smile to myself at their jokes before turning on my music.

*

‘OHHHH!!’ I hear Hamzah shout, his voice cracking from the volume. He leans back and covers his mouth with his hands, clearly reacting to something in the game.

I flinch, my hand jumping to clutch my chest in surprise.

I laugh as Hamzah turns to look at me, his laugh deepening when he sees my shocked expression.

‘I’m sorry, y/n! Wait, come look at this bruh,’ He gestures to the monitor.

I get up from my position on the sofa and walk over to the desk, resting my hand on the back of Hamzah’s chair as I lean into the screen.

I can’t contain my giggles as I see a sim of Travis Kelce wearing lingerie and cat ears.

‘Why would they add this to the game, dude?’ Hamzah says between laughs, Martin and Mandy laughing along with him.

‘Unless this is one of your freaky mods, Mandy,’ I add with a grin, turning to her.

‘I SWEAR this is Base Game,’ she laughs.

‘We believe you, girl,’ Martin says sarcastically.

‘Are you gonna say hi to the slushies?’ Hamzah asks, gesturing to the webcam and flashing me a glimpse of his smile.

I flush, having forgotten that they were filming. I feel Hamzah’s gaze lingering on me as I stammer my greeting.

‘Uh.. Hi guys!’ I say, turning to Hamzah for approval. He purses his lips and gives me a humorously critical look.

‘Girl…’ Martin says amusedly.

‘What? What else should I say?’

‘Your name, dumbass,’ Hamzah says. He places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down until I’m eye level with the webcam. ‘And you’ve been giving the camera a great view of your boobs this entire time,’ he adds.

I blush and cover my face with my hands, partly from his comment but also affected by his lingering touch.

‘Hi guys, I’m y/n. I hope that you’re having a lovely day,’ I try again with a cheesy smile.

Hamzah nods approvingly with a humorous smile.

‘y/n, I need you to tell them that they can’t kill every townie they see, it’s pissing me off,’ Mandy says, glaring at Hamzah, who puts his hands up defensively.

‘You are leaving less people you can date,’ I reply, kneeling awkwardly beside Hamzah’s chair.

‘Oh we don’t have any more chairs, do we?’ Martin says, looking at Mandy.

‘Hmm, no, actually. The other one broke so I threw it out the other day,’

‘It’s fine, I’m alright down here,’ I assure.

‘No, come here,’ Hamzah says, scooting to the edge of his seat and patting the vacant space beside him.

I give him a bemused look, but his expression is innocent, his dark eyes wide and genuine.

I sit on the edge of the chair, feeling the pressure of our exposed thighs pressed together. Hamzah’s eyes dart to where our legs meet, before quickly looking away and shuffling in his seat.

‘Girl, I don’t bite. You’re gonna fall off, come closer,’ he murmurs as he wraps his arm around my waist.

I stiffen at the touch, feeling a jolt of electricity at the point where his hand is holding me. He pulls me into him, tucking his leg under mine so I can sit more comfortably on the chair.

He gives me a reassuring look before returning his attention to the screen, but I am completely frazzled. My leg is slung over his, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, and our hips are pressed completely together.

‘Can we play the freaking game now please?’ Martin asks, looking at us and knitting his eyebrows. He chuckles before saying, ‘Wow, you two look comfortable.’

‘Focus on mister Kelce not me, dude,’ Hamzah responds, seemingly unfazed by our intimate touch as his hand hovered on my waist, holding me to him securely.

We continued filming the video, and Hamzah acted completely normal. Occasionally, he would look down at his hand resting on my hip bone or my long legs cast over his and take a deep, shaky breath, which left me desperate to read his thoughts.

*

Martin pressed a kiss to Mandy’s temple, which she leaned into.

‘Nice one, guys. What food should we order?’

‘First thought is food, damn big back,’ Hamzah muttered to me, making me giggle quietly. Hamzah beamed at me, seemingly happy to have elicited a laugh.

‘I need some Tacos or something else basic,’ Mandy replied, ‘any requests?’

‘Tacos sound good,’ I affirm, and Hamzah nods in agreement.

Mandy and Martin get up from the desk and move to the sofa, grabbing their phones to make an order.

‘I… uh,’ Hamzah mutters, looking down at my legs.

‘Oh, God, sorry!’ I exclaim, jumping up from the seat we shared. Hamzah laughed, a warm blush rising up my cheeks.

‘Thanks,’ he says, rising from the chair and walking past me.

I took a deep breath and sat beside Mandy on the sofa, where she was cuddling up under a blanket and flipping through TV channels.

I rested my head on her shoulder, and she quietly said, ‘So, what was that about?’

I stiffened, jolting my head up to look around the room. Hamzah wasn’t there. Mandy giggled, saying

‘Chill, he’s in the bathroom. Tell me!’

‘Nothing, he was just being nice, making sure I didn't have to sit on the floor and all,’ I dismissed, reddening as I spoke. Was that all it had been?

‘Sure,’ she said, smiling to herself and looking at the TV.

*

There was an abrupt knock on the door, which Hamzah volunteered to answer. We had been watching the latest episode of Love Island, and he had been frequently narrating his general disapproval toward the concept.

He came back in balancing a small tower of cardboard boxes, making us laugh from their sheer volume.

‘Jeez, we ordered a lot,’ Martin remarks, standing up to take some of the boxes from Hamzah and place them on the coffee table.

We claim our boxes and eat our meals, happy to be able to unwind after filming for so long.

Hamzah scrolls on his phone, occasionally smiling at something. I feel myself constantly flicking my eyes to him to watch him, but I only allow myself a moment to do so.

He laughs loudly, using his hand to cover his mouth.

‘Oh my God, wait, you have to see this,’ He says, standing up from the opposite end of the sofa to come and sit next to me. He shuffles up beside me, his thigh resting under my crossed leg, and shows me his screen. I giggle at the video, his enjoyment of the utter brainrot humour amusing me. He turns off his phone and tosses it on the cushion beside him, refocusing on the TV.

I noticed the fact that he didn’t return to his seat next to Martin, rather staying beside me. He slung his arm across the back of the sofa and leaned back. I couldn’t help watching the slope of his neck curve as he threw his head back against the wall, his Adam's apple protruding and defined. He shuffled his arm into a more comfortable position atop the sofa, in a place that if I leaned into him, we would be embracing. My eyes trailed down his body, to his relaxed posture, to the inch more of his thigh exposed from his shorts riding up. I quickly looked away, but was greeted with Mandy’s raised eyebrows and sly smile. I gave her a death glare as she snuggled into Martin’s arms.

*

‘We should go,’ Hamzah says, addressing the group.

I nod in agreement, registering the lateness of the night and my own tired state.

We say goodbye to Mandy and Martin, and make our way to the car parked outside. Hamzah opens the door for me, resting his hand on the roof of the car as I climb into the seat. He closes it gently, then gets into the driver’s side.

There was a short silence, but the comfortable kind, born of mutual understanding and fatigue.

‘I’m kind of nervous to be in a video,’ I admit to him, wanting to get the fact off of my chest.

He turns to look at me, appraising my honest expression.

‘Why? I mean… I know why, but you shouldn’t be,’ he says, furrowing his eyebrows.

He’s wearing his glasses, I notice with a flutter of my heart. I love those damn glasses.

‘I don’t know..’ I gaze out of the window at the passing city lights, ‘You’re kinda famous, and I want to make a good impression, I want them to like me, y’know?’

‘Who wouldn’t like you?’

The rest of the journey is passed in small spurts of conversation punctuated by the atmosphere of tiredness and intimacy.

Hamzah got out of the car outside of my rental, walking around the car to open my door. I thank him, and he places his hand on my shoulder to help me out. Walking up to the front door, a wave of nervousness inexplicably washes over me. I fish in my bag for the chunky keys, shoving them into the temperamental lock and opening the door with a click.

‘Thanks for the drive, Hamzah,’ I smile at him, standing opposite me in the soft glow of the porchlight.

‘Always a pleasure,’ he replies.

I begin to place my hand on the doorknob as he leans toward me, enveloping me in a hug. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, stooping to rest his head in the crook of my neck. Momentarily stupefied, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and turn my face to his neck. We lingered like that for a moment, his touch dizzying me more with each passing second. He began to pull away, but remained close.

His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze intense and unreadable. He looked vaguely pained as his eyes flitted around my face, as if memorising it. The air in the small space between our faces mingled with unspoken questions and longing. His gaze dropped to my lips for a moment, before he swallowed and stood up straight. He pulled his cap lower down his face as he looked away, clearing his throat as he did so.

‘I.. uh,’ he seemed as flustered as I felt, ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ He smiled again, before turning back to his car.

He walked down the short pathway, turning back to look at me before he retreated into the driver’s seat. My gaze lingered on his silhouette as he drove away.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD! Have a lovely day 💕💫

[specialagentlokitty]

Patrick Jane x reader - knowledge

Hiii could I ask fooooor aaa Patrick Jane x reader where reader isn't one to to goof around rather distant but very observant, like she's just on her head but her head is always running and when talking to her she may come across cold but in reality shes like super dupper awkward with the whole interactions thingy. But aslo very intelligent so on a case Jane where she's on the field with Jane and perhaps Cho (we love cho) Jane, well is Jane, but she finds a flaw on his deduction and just bluntly says so but then she's so awkward cuz dude she's new and Jane has already made a name on the CBI and Cho is there which only makes - @fucklife-or-me 💜

You were speaking to one of the officers who arrived on scene, getting his version of what he saw when he arrived.

Jane and Cho were simply wondering around the house, looking at everything while Jane was rattling things off.

“Excuse me.”

You walked away from the officer and over to the pair of them, arms crossed over your chest as you listened to Jane.

He was rambling on about what had happened here, and for the most part out agreed with him, everything he said matched up with all of the evidence.

All except one thing.

“In his coffee were an assortment of medications, aiming to knock him out so his wife could kill him.”

You shook your head.

“You’re wrong.” You said bluntly.

“How so?” Cho asked.

You walked over to both cups and pointed at them both, looking at the steam rising.

“These are freshly made coffee’s, neither have been drunk. The victim was killed at some point last night we know that, and the murderer stayed until just now.”

Jane frowned a little bit, looking at the two cups before turning back to you.

“So what were the cups for then?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit, going to look around the home.

You were looking at everything and finally you stopped by a draw that was slightly open.

Pulling on a glove, you pulled it open and looked inside.

“My guess, it was a robbery gone wrong.”

You turned them them and just stared at them before you awkwardly looked away.

You didn’t know what to say now, so you simply padded away to carry on looking around before you headed towards the office.

When you got there, you sat down at your desk to do some paperwork before Cho and Jane got back.

“You were right, the victims wife came home and gave us a list of what was missing.” Cho said.

He set the list in your desk and walked away while Jane sat on the other side of your desk.

He watched you working, you were carefully monitoring what you were writing down, and double checking everything.

He looked at the list you had been given before setting it back.

He’d only spoken to you a few times, and this was your first time working a case with him, and he was curious as to how smart you really were.

“If you were to steal something, where would you take it for a quick turn over?”

You looked up at him before quickly typing something into your computer before turning the screen towards him.

“Simple, pawn shops and car boot sales. Car boot sales are a lot easier then pawn shops but there is two in the area that are pretty sketchy, and only three car boots going on today.”

You wrote down everything and handed it over to him before going back to his work.

“How’d you figure that out?”

You shrugged and carried on working on whatever it was you were doing and he handed the information to Lisbon and Rigsby.

Jane decided to stay there with you and carry on questioning you, he wanted to see how able you were, and maybe get a feel for why you spoke so coldly towards them all.

You were a hard worker, that was for sure.

But there was something about about you, an intelligence that you tried to keep hidden deep down within you.

He wanted to see the extent of that knowledge, and he wanted to see how many things you were knowledgeable.

So he kept asking questions about the case, you were giving you him all the answers he wanted and he was sending them over to the rest of the team.

You stopped talking after a while and simply got up and walked away from him without another word.

Jane watched you walk to the kitchen and he titled his head a little bit as he smiled.

“She’s kinda cold towards people.” Grace whispered.

Jane shook his head as he looked up at her.

“Nope, she’s just socially awkward.”

He beamed and got up and walked away, now he was going to find a way to help you over this social awkwardness

[euijoosorangeslice]

gamer!bf!taki playing games sitting in his gaming chair when u need him and ride him while hes on mic and tries to be quiet so his friends wont know 😵‍💫 plzzz make a fic out of this i cant write for shit 🥹

Temptation - r.ty x reader

wrngs: public sex? (on call), riding, public humiliation, creampies, pet names.

You knocked on your boyfriend’s door, waiting for him to answer. He opened it, looking oddly nervous. “Hey baby. Uh, I forgot i promised to game with Yuma and Jo today, so just let me know if you need me, okay?” He explained, a small smile on his face.

“Okay, baby.” You whispered, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. You opened every app, trying to find something to distract you. But there was nothing much really going on. You dramatically sighed, slumping your shoulders. Crawling off the bed, you leaned over and kissed your boyfriend on his neck.

“Taki…I’m bored.” You whispered, trying to avoid his friends hearing. “And I need you.” Taki inhaled sharply, continuing to play on his computer. “Just a moment, sweetheart.” He responded, refocusing on the game. You whined, pressing your hand onto his crotch. “Right now.” You watched his face burn red as you pulled down his sweatpants. In your defense, he did promise you two would hook up today.

You hadn’t felt your boyfriend’s touch in a long while, since you were studying abroad in college. Since you were back now, you wanted to spend your time with him.

“Babe, I’m in the middle of something.” You ignored him, pulling off your underwear from under your skirt and throwing them on the bed. You pushed down your tank top, letting your boobs sit outside of them for easier access. You could hear the boys shouting through the headphones, and when you saw the game was ending, you pulled his cock out of his boxers and sunk down. Taki gasped, taking his hands off the keyboard as he tossed his head back. The feeling of your hole swallowing his cock whole was enough to make him pass out.

“Yo, Taki are you good for another round?” Yuma asked, making you smirk. “Say yes.” You whispered, Taki wincing. “Y-yeah?” He answered, voice pitching up as you started to ride him. “Okay, let’s go!” Yuma shouted, starting up the game. You covered Taki’s mouth with your hand, circling your hips and pushing him deeper in. “You really like this, hm?” You whispered, Taki whining as he gripped the chair.

Taki moaned, twitching and shutting his eyes. You removed your hand, leaning against his set up and feeling as he bucked his hips up. “Damn it, we’re too loud.” He whispered, grinding into your heat and holding your waist. He had already forgotten about the game he was supposed to be playing, too focused on moaning as your walls gripped his shaft. “Taki, focus.” Jo groaned, Taki flinching. “Sorry.” He mumbled, grabbing onto your waist harder.

You bounced harder onto his cock, the chair you were sitting in making a squeaky noise with every contact. “Fuck, Taki! Give it to me!” You moaned loudly, making him whine in embarrassment. “Dude, are you screwing your girlfriend?” Yuma laughed, Jo quietly snickering. “I- uhm…fuck baby, yeah? Sorry.” Taki answered, reaching past your hips to refocus on the game. “Sound more like she’s fucking you.” Jo teased, making you giggle in between bounces.

“Shut up. I f-fuck her perfectly, for your information.” He defended, scoffing in annoyance. “And actually, I want you to hear it right now.” Taki stood up from his chair, bending you face down over his gaming desk. “To be honest, she’s dripping all over my floor right now. I think she likes the idea of you hearing her.”

You wiggled your hips in the air, enticing him to get inside back of you. He swiftly slid into your hole, still loose from your activities just a moment ago. The noise of you sucking him in was loud enough for his microphone to pick it up. “Damn, she really is wet.” Yuma chimed, his voice in a lower register than usual.

“She’s a screamer, watch.” He rammed his hips into you, grabbing your waist with sharp thrusts. “Taki! Shit- you’re so fucking big.” You cried, arching your back as he repeatedly slammed into you. You met his thrusts, moaning with every contact as he grunted behind you.

“Fuck- ‘m g-gonna cum!” You whined, writhing in pleasure as he toyed with your clit. It didn’t take long for you to shake from pleasure as your orgasm waved over your body, making you let out a series of screams. He slowed his thrusts, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. “Gonna breed you so good.” he whispered in your ear, smiling as he marked your neck.

For a moment, the room was filled with pants and the sounds of the games background music. “You guys are real freaks.” Jo complained, hanging up on the call. Taki chuckled, pulling out of you slowly as he watched the cum drip from in between your thighs. Yuma cleared his throat, chiming in again. “You guys need a third?”

[grotesque--cooties]

"Is That Your Blood?"

The Narrator(Jack) x Gn!Reader WARNINGS: Fight Club (just the movie), mention of blood, mention of violence, the readers a little shit WORD COUNT: 2.4k Bro I know his name was never mentioned in the movie but I’ve never seen a dude that looks more Jack-like than him so we’re sticking with Jack(JACKIN OFF THIS DI-)

Day 327. It’s been 327 days since beginning this dead-end job, 327 days of staring at a barely working computer screen, dull-grey walls, taking ludicrous phone calls…

The motivation to work is gone, my body barely moving and my mind barely functioning. I can't even form a thought, let alone be bothered to fill out one more damn report on a car brand that barely even works. I rub my face with my hands, trying to find the motivation to keep on going but the minute I look back at my screen my mind blanks. I sigh deeply and lean back into my chair, my eyes looking up at the ceiling hoping for something, anything to happen that will give me the nudge I need to start working. But I blank…

That is until I hear the chime of my email notifications going off. I lean my head back down, my eyes finding my opened email tab and skimming over the first few words believing it to be a work email. However, the shortness of it and the indentations make me quickly realize that this isn’t a work email. I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands, quickly sitting up and leaning forward to read it better.

“Worker bees can leave….what?” I read over it quickly, quietly mouthing out the apparent Haiku my coworker sent with confusion laced in my voice.

I work too damn hard, stare at nothingness the entire day, and watch mind-numbing antique sales on tv at home and now my coworker is sending me not only emails with nothing important but haikus about consumerism. I let out a small chuckle at the absurdness of it all, haikus? Really? I looked to see who sent out the email and noticed it was Jack. Jack….that Jack? The ones who are always on the verge of falling asleep, the ones who can barely zone in for a conversation? I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a loud laugh, some heads turned to see what was happening but I didn't care. Sleepy-boy Jack was sending “deep” haikus to us and when you do nothing all day, anything out of the norm is hilarious.

My laughter dies down and I look at the clock, 12 pm. I need my afternoon coffee now, the drowsiness of the day is getting to me. I stood up from my seat and cracked my back, groaning a bit loudly. I turned around to go near the coffee pot and slowly walked to it. Usually, when I get my afternoon coffee I just ignore everything around me and focus only on getting to the community pot, but today I focused on something different. Jack. To get to the coffee pot you'd have to pass his desk, and usually, I'd only sneak in a few glances at him but I wanted to see what he was doing. That haiku he sent all of us is still stuck in my head, the “deep” message it's trying to convey when in reality it just kinda looks like some 14-year-old boy writing his feelings out after getting told ‘no’ by his parents…or maybe I'm just to dumb to understand haikus, I never really liked them to begin with so I might be biased. Maybe I'll start a conversation with him, see what's going on inside that head of his now. I've talked to Jack before, mostly about the weather and how our days were going--nothing life-changing. Sometimes I'll try to make more interesting conversations with him by retelling some stories but he doesn't really interact, just listens. I was lost in thought and didn't realize I had already made it to his desk. Damn, I'm a fast walker!

I knocked my fist on his desk three times, trying to get his attention. “Hey Jack, I saw that ha- WOOOOAAAAHH!!!!” I shouted by accident. When he turned around to look at me a cigarette was hanging from his lips. Never in my life did I expect to see Jack smoking, especially at work.

“Good girl gone bad?” I giggle out, leaning my body on his desk now.

“Hm?” He grunts out. I flick his cigarette lightly, chuckling when he pulls back from the unexpected action.

“You smoke now?” I questioned, never expecting the guy who always refused a cigarette to start randomly smoking.

“Yeah…I picked it up recently.” He said quietly, turning his body towards me now.

“Writing haikus AND smoking??? You're getting more emo by the day.” I say, pushing his arm lightly.

The corners of his mouth move up slightly, his cigarette moving with his lips. I quickly glance down to the area where I hit him, now realizing that there was some blood on his shirt. I gasp, sitting up quickly and grabbing the area where the blood is. I lean in, analyzing the area for any injuries on him.

“Are you okay? What happened? Is this your blood?” I asked quickly, my worried questions spewing out of my mouth. He took hold of my hands a little aggressively, his grip tight and unexpected.

“Some of it, but I'm fine.” He calmly said, like it wasn't out of the norm to have blood on your shirt.

“Wa-wait…some of it? This is someone else's blood too?” I urged him to explain. What the hell is happening to this guy?

“Don't worry about it, I'm fine.” He placed my hands down, placing his own on his lap. “Yeah sure ya are, people that have blood on their shirts are fine.” I sarcastically replay, crossing my arms over my chest. He shrugs his shoulders and just blankly stares up at me.

“Jesus Christ…” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I place my hands on my lap and they make a loud sound at the impact, startling Jack a bit.

“Welp…if you won't let me help you then can I at least wash it out for you?” I offer, worry written all over my face. “Mr. Boss-man will literally shit his pants in anger if he sees that.” I point at the blood stain.

He lets out a small laugh at that, his eyes meeting mine and I see the tension leave his body. His shoulders slump and relax, his body looking exhausted from holding all that in. I grab his shoulder and quickly pull him up from his seat, his eyes widening as I start to walk with him to the breakroom. “R-right now?” He yelps out, not expecting to go on a journey.

“Yeah, I know I can't get the entire stain out but I can help lift it so It’s barely noticeable,” I explained, holding onto his shoulder still as we walked to the break room.

As we entered the break room I let go of his shoulder and quickly walked to the tiny, run-down refrigerator we had. It’s a miracle that this thing even ran still, the temperature barely rising to cool inside of that thing. As I looked through the fridge, trying to find the ingredient I needed Jack slowly walked over to the fridge, looking inside of it with me.

“What are we trying to find?” He inquiries.

I froze for a moment, his body being so unexpectedly close to mine made me feel somewhat anxious. Sure, I found him to be attractive but I’ve never felt anxious around him before. Before I could dwell on that thought though he repeated his question.

“(Y/N)? What are we looking for?” His eyes sharpened in confusion.

“Hm? Oh sorry! Uuumm….” I quickly looked back in the fridge, finding the item I needed. I move aside some of the lunches and reach inside to grab my item.

“Lemon Juice!” My hand brings the bottle out, holding it near my face as I show it off to him.

“Lemon Juice?”

“Yeah, the acid makes it easier to rinse out the blood. I used to use this whenever my sister needed help with cleaning her clothes and we didn’t have any stain remover or hydrogen peroxide in the house.” I explained, looking at the bottle to see how much of it was left.

As I was examining the fullness of it, Jack cleared his throat making me look back at him. “Alright emo-boy, let's get you cleaned up!” I smile up at him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him out of the room.

“Wha-what…what are you doing???” He spews out, his feet tripping a bit from the unexpected grab. As I sped-walked with him I brought us to the men's bathroom, opening the door harshly to let us both in. As I got close to the sinks I let go of Jack, turning to him fully now.

“C’mon, take your shirt off,” I demand, placing my hand out. He looks at me like I’m the one with someone else's blood on my shirt, his eyes widen so much they might as well pop out.

“What? How did you think I was gonna clean it out? Pour the lemon juice on you?” I chuckle, finding his shocked face adorable. As he stuttered for an explanation I interrupted him, “Listen, if you don’t want me to get it out that's fine, I can leave if you want?” I questioned, my face frowning slightly. While his confusion was adorable, I didn’t realize that he might not want this and I was making him uncomfortable. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable if he didn’t want me here I would gladly leave…but I really don’t want to go.

Before I could dwell on my thoughts any further he sputtered out: “It’s fine.” I leaned my head up and smiled at him, my fingers working the screw off of the bottle as quickly as I could. As I got the lid off I placed my hand out for him again, giving him a “come-hither” motion so he would take his shirt off. As he unbuttoned his shirt I noticed large amounts of bruising on his torso. His skin, while already pale, was enhanced by the deep purple scattering his torso painting a scene of pain.

I gapped slightly at the sight of it, not knowing what to make of it. I decided to keep shut about it, if he has someone else's blood on his shirt who knows what he did to get so many bruises on his perfect skin.

Perfect?… I need to control myself better.

As he placed his shirt in my hand, I quickly averted my eyes from his body and looked at the blood on the shirt. As I was analyzing, he stood there, rocking back and forth on his heels. I decided that to not be too awkward I would try to make some more conversation.

“So…” I dragged out, pouring a little bit of the lemon juice on the spots of blood. “You wanna explain those haiku’s you're sending to everyone?” I scoff a bit, remembering that stupid haiku he sent this morning and I shake my head, a smile pulling at my lips.

As he looked at me through the mirror, I grabbed a nearby paper towel and started rubbing the acid in, having to make do with the materials I had.

“No…They’re just something I want to write. Thoughts I don’t care if others hear about anymore.” He explained, his eyes following my hands every movement now. I stop my scrubbing and turn my head to look at him fully, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Oh~ you think about queen bee’s often? Okay, Winnie.” I scoff out the last part, a laugh escaping me. I turn my head back down to the shirt quickly as he stares blankly at me, a laugh threatening to leave me once more. I just can’t take the haikus seriously, they’ve always been a silly subject for me. Ever since having to write them in 7th grade I have found that no one has been able to make a serious haiku, they always just sound like “deep” poems except they ran out of ideas 2 lines in. Somehow, that comment got a small laugh out of him. His laugh was raspy, a little airy but gods was it perfect sounding…

Perfect sounding?……oh…oh fuck…..I like him.

I’ve always found him to be an attractive man but I never really got far with him in conversation, he just seemed so closed off. He would sometimes doze off in our discussions or wouldn’t respond, giving me a blank look. Yet, I still tried. Something inside of me just wants his attention, I’m yearning for it at this point. As I continue to try and clean the blood off, I notice Jack stepping closer to me–looking at his shirt. I felt my cheeks heat up, my eyes refusing to look over in his direction or up at the mirror, just focusing on the blood coming out. After a few more minutes of continuous scrubbing, I turn the water off and place the shirt down on the edge of the sink. I throw the paper towel away and turn around, facing Jack now.

God damn is he good-looking!….. I really need to control myself.

I lean back on the sink, both my hands behind me as I nod my head down at the shirt.

“Got what I could out, you’ll probably need to clean it longer and with actual hydrogen peroxide though.” I expressed, my fingers nervously tapping against the sink. As Jack picked the shirt back up, shaking it out a bit, I swayed my way over to him. I looked over at him as he examined the shirt, nodding a bit when he saw the improvement of the stains.

“You know…” I dragged out, his eyes focusing on me now.

“You could come over to my place later, help you really clean out those stains and who knows…maybe you can explain that haiku to me.” I offer, my face unable to contain my smile. I just really want to talk to him some more, and who knows, maybe something else could happen too while we’re at my place.

As I stood there, waiting for his response he turned his body to face mine, his eyes not breaking contact. “Okay, I’ll come over.”

Notes: GUYS DID I EAT OR WHAT!?!?!?!?!? (there is a full plate of crumbs left) I know he’s ooc in this, I’ve never written for him before though so I think this is a good first try.

[mrsabednadir]

Naked and Famous, Pt.1

A/N: HEYOOOOOO it's been a while. This has been my go-to sleep scenario for my beautiful little buttercup Charlie Kelly. Hope you enjoy

WC: 799

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4:30 PM

On a Saturday

Philadelphia, PA.

.

What the hell is a “Naked and Famous?!”

The guy sitting on the stool across from me just stares expectantly, though kindly. Pretty sure he can tell I’m very, very new to this. And, of course, there’s no one else tending bar.

Dennis and Mac are engrossed in a vicious game of pool: Mac had desperately tried to convince him to play for clothes, though thankfully, they settled on bragging rights. I know better than to interrupt their time together. Charlie’s probably huffing God-knows-what in the back office. Poor thing. Dee and Frank are out, either looking for a mark or bleeding one dry. I think I heard the words “flammable,” “that yellow tape they put up at crime scenes,” and “orphans.”  – Good luck, kids.

“You son of a bitch!” Dennis shouts over Mac’s carefree karate victory dance. 

Christ. Do these people remember that this is an actual business? With customers?

Oh shit. The customer.

“I'm gonna be real with you. I have no idea what that is, but let me go check on the computer in the back,” I offer, shooing away his insisting that just a beer would suffice. “Gimme one sec.”

Maybe I’ve only been working for half an hour, but I deserve a break, anyways. I walk to the PRIVATE door, past the pile of dirty glasses I knew I’d have to clean because no one else would, and the on-taps dripping pitifully, begging me to change their kegs. 

One, two, three knocks on the door earns me a haggard “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” I respond, thankful that Charlie hasn’t passed out yet. 

Several seconds pass before I hear anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the still-conscious conclusion so quickly. Just as I’m about to knock again –

“Come on in,” he drawls, with all the effort made to unsuccessfully hide his slurred speech.

As I enter the small room, walls painted a nauseating two-toned egg yolk yellow and throw-up green, I pull up a chair next to Charlie at the desk. He smiles, excitedly yet weakly, as I walk in. 

Scruffy, simple, and sweet. Just how I like them. Honestly, if he cleaned himself up, I’d jump his bones.

“ ‘Sup?” he asks, hands neatly folded in his lap.

“ ‘Sup to you. You look sick, Charlie.”

“W..what do you mean? I feel…fine.” His eyes are struggling to stay focused and open. There’s an open can of paint thinner at his side, its sides violently dented from attempts to squeeze out that last bit of escape.

“I mean that you’re super sweaty, and you look super pale and shit. Are you sure you’re alright, dude?”

“Never better,” he grins. It looks genuine, thankfully. “Whatcha need?”

“Customer came in asking for a ‘Naked and Famous’ – what the hell is that, right? – so I’m gonna borrow the computer to search it up,” I explain, pulling the keyboard closer to me and leaning over him slightly to look at the monitor. Maybe I’m a bit too close for comfort, but I hope he’s picking up what I’m putting down.

“Oh, cool,” he replies. Then – “Wait, wait, wait!”

4,300,000 results for “GANGBANG.” 

Oh fuck.

Ohhhhh fuck. 

Neither of us say anything, but both of us understand. 

A loading sign finally finishes its job, slow and laborious, thanks to the bar’s lack of its own WiFi and Frank’s solution to siphon it from the place next door – as he once explained, “it’s a free country, bitch.” 

A pretty lady appears on the screen, and she looks very pleased. 

Well, at least he muted it.

I try to say something, anything. “I, uh….Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…intrude. Um, I’m gonna go. Yep, gotta go, gotta go,” I blurt as I rush for the sweet escape of literally-anywhere-else-but-here. The whole time, Charlie’s gotten waaaayyyyy paler and much more silent. I slam the door shut and pause for a few moments to regain my composure, like I didn’t just see my boss in the middle of getting his rocks off. 

As I make my way back to the already-unsettled customer, a scream erupts from the back office. Damn, that kid’s got pipes – birds scattering, Earth and wine glass shattering. Really, if I wasn’t an active participant in this, it would be funny. Mac and Dennis look up – both of them now have their shirts popped off – then to me. The deer-in-headlights look across my face is enough for them, I guess, as they reluctantly shrug their shirts on (leaving them unbuttoned) and enter the office.

Before the customer can ask any questions, I fill a glass with whatever – it’ll get him drunk all the same – and hand it to him, shakily. A little bit spills out, but we both couldn’t care less. 

He nods in appreciation, and in understanding.  At least someone here gets me.

[samurai-skittle-squad]

Stupid college adventure drabble for a BoS prompt. I titled the doc "Touma Energy Drink Poisoning".

     They had all gotten pretty worried after not hearing from Touma for a week. He had always been a bit of an overachiever, but taking as many extra credits as he had this semester? Was he out of his mind? Mr. Genius was going to work himself to death, that is…if he hadn't already.

“So what's in the insulated bag?” Ryo asked, as they waited in the elevator up to the floor Touma’s apartment was on.

“Food from my folks and some ingredients if we feel like making something.” Shu answered. “I figured more than likely he's been living on instant food and caffeine.”

“Do you really think he's that bad at taking care of himself?”

“When it comes to nerd shit? 100%.”

Touma lived pretty high up in one of those crowded Tokyo apartment buildings after moving for college. He had always lived in apartments before in Osaka, technically with his dad, but college was different from high school and it had been a little too easy for him to overdo it. The elevator dinged and the doors opened onto a sterile apartment hallway.

“Have you seen one of these little city apartments before Shu?” Ryo laughed. “They’re usually tiny. I don't think there's going to be much of a kitchen.”

Shu gave Ryo a hearty slap on the back. “So long as there's a stovetop, I can make due!” 

“Yeah, uh,” The blue-eyed boy coughed a little, reeling from his strong friend’s playful slap. “Based on my own past experience, sometimes there's about 3 feet of kitchen space.”

“Shit dude, I'm sure there's gotta be more than 3 feet…”

“Here we are. 642!”

Ryo knocked and they waited. No answer. He tried the doorbell, they waited, and still no answer. Shu saw his friend's brow knit with concern, no choice but to try the door. 

“Sorry Touma…” With a heavy sigh, Shu turned the door knob and to his surprise it wasn't locked. The damn door would only open about 5 inches before hitting something on the side though. “...he didn't lock the door AND there's something blocking it. Our genius is kind of a dumbass.”

“I hope he's alright.”

Shu threw his weight against the door, shoving it open with his shoulder and scattering a collection of cardboard and other recycling items on the other side and clearing the way for them to get into their friend's cramped apartment.

“Uh oh.”

“Touma! Are you home?” Ryo called out.

Yet more uncomfortable silence. The lights were out, except for one dim lamp glowing down in the other room. The entryway was crowded with recycling and trash waiting to go out, as well as a scattered collection of shoes. The kitchen area, to Shu’s dismay, was so clean it seemed to never be used except to house a small stack of textbooks. They carefully made their way to the main room, tense with anxiety, until Ryo’s foot caught an empty energy drink can.

All hell broke loose. The can crunched, Ryo yelped, Shu screamed, and Touma, who had fallen asleep at his desk at some point, startled awake, knocking over assorted empty drink cans, noodle cups, and konbini bento boxes.

“Fuck!! Did I fall asleep?! What day is it?” Not seeming to notice them, Touma started clearing his desk and squinting at his computer screen. “...Thursday? Thank god, I still have time.”

“Uh, Touma? Are you okay?” Ryo asked quietly, as if they were in a library.

“Huh?” Their blue haired friend swiveled around in his desk chair and squinted at them. 

Shu handed Ryo the bag of food and stepped around him and into the room, at the same time, Touma reached for the light switch and turned the ceiling lamp on. The drowsy young man screwed his eyes shut, grumbling under his breath about the brightness and a headache. The dark circles of sleep deprivation made his eyes look sunken and despite not being in bed, he had a frankly ludicrous case of bed head.

Touma rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and squinted at them again.

“Great. I'm hallucinating my good friends Shu and Ryo. I guess I've reached that stage of sleep deprivation.” He slumped wearily in his chair.

“Touma? Buddy? We're the real deal.” Shu laughed nervously.

“Like hell you are.” Touma scoffed, reaching out like he was going to put his hand through Shu. Instead, he weakly slapped his friend’s chest. “Oh. Shit. It's worse than I thought. Where's my phone?”

“How much caffeine have you had Touma?” Ryo asked as he started opening the cooler, watching Touma push trash and books around as he searched for his phone. 

“Don't judge me, Dream-Ryo.” 

“Dude! You aren't dreaming! We came check on you!” Shu grabbed his friend's shoulders and shook him. “Even my parents were worried about your radio silence. I even  brought you food they made!” 

Ryo handed Shu a container, and he popped the plastic container of Chinese food open, filling the cramped apartment with the smell of warm, home-made food.

“Oh my God. Shu’s family's food. You are real!”

[sugarushwriting]

The Very First Night / Han

The Very First Night

“not trying to fall in love, but we did like children running,” “do you know how much I miss you?”

Prologue.

There is something healing about quietness and stillness. The sound of the waves, the faint noises of nature, the moonlight over the ocean. I took in a deep breath, and a long exhale. I needed this. The last few weeks have been hard, extremely hard. Feeling empty, hopeless about life, struggling to get a good night’s sleep, thoughts of I was the one who did something and everything wrong, although I knew deep down, that wasn’t the case.

I sat in the sand, overlooking the water, my face puffy and tear stained. I just didn’t have it in me anymore. An empty bottle of alcohol by my side, I cursed at myself for not being lightweight for once, and for not buying more than one bottle. I was barely buzzed. 

Couldn’t say the same for the guy beside me though, a little bit down the beach. When I arrived, I noticed he had one empty beer can beside him, nursing on his second, however, the way he was slurring and fussing at the air, he was close to being hammered if not already there.

My phone buzzed from beside me, and I looked at the caller ID, quickly hitting ignore with a sigh. Please, just leave me alone. It was 6 in the morning back home, only close to midnight where I was now. 

With another heavy sigh, I got up from my spot on the sand, dusting off my butt before grabbing my flip flops and empty bottle in one hand. Walking down the sandy beach, I reached the dark hair guy who was laid out on his stomach, slightly snoring. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Should I wake him, and make sure he gets to his destination safely? Since the beach was lined with hotels, hostels and vacation rentals, one of those had to be his. 

“Aye, wake up.” I nudged my toe into his side. He slightly slurred, but didn’t wake up. “Wake up!” I said a bit louder and put my entire foot on his back, shaking him awake. 

He startled awake, jumping to his feet quickly like a squirrel. “Wha--what?” He looked around confused before his eyes landed on mine. 

“Sorry to wake you, but it’s past midnight, and you were knocked on the beach. Don’t think you wanted to wake up to surfers in the morning, or worse, a crab somewhere it shouldn’t be.” 

“Oh, um, yeah thank you.” He mumbled with a wave of his hand and a yawn. He stumbled slightly, before his eyes slowly closed. He picked up his garbage, before he took a step and nearly fell forward.

I quickly reached out to grab him, steading him on his feet. “Do you need help?” I asked. He nodded with his eyes closed. 

“I’m staying at that hotel.” He pointed to the bright white one. “The Hyatt.” He slurred.

“Thankfully I am too.” I said, and put his arm around my shoulder before we made our way to the hotel. “Did you know you are a lightweight?” I groaned out after a bit of silence. The hotel was closer in sight, and I thanked the heavens that the hotel we both happened to be staying at, was less than a 2 minute walk to the beach. 

Dude nodded with a smile. “Wanted to forget.” His head leaned on mine, making it harder for me to walk, but I pulled through.

When we got to the hotel’s lobby, I dropped him in one of the empty chairs. The lobby was quiet, other than the person behind the desk, clicking on their computer. 

“Well, I’ll leave you here, hopefully you find your way to your room, um--” I stopped short, not knowing his name. 

“Han Jisung, or my friends call me Han. Call me Han.” His smile was lopsided. His head fell back in the chair before he was out like a light once again.

I walked up to my room, and in the elevator had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time Han Jinsung saved my life. He just didn’t know and I wasn’t prepared.

[xirayn]

Stonathan Week Day 2: Roommates - Slightly inspired by the video of Charlie Heaton and Joseph Quinn at an Arctic Monkeys concert together.

Steve overhearing Jonathan mention a one-night stand while playing Animal Crossing with Argyle gets him to ask the big question on his mind.

Do I Wanna Know?

written by @xirayn and @aibhlynn

Trying something new by writing screenplays rather than short stories. Feedback on this format appreciated.

INT. APARTMENT – JONATHAN’S BEDROOM – EVENING

A bedroom with a mix of modern and retro decor. It is lived in, but not cluttered. There are posters for the Arctic Monkey’s ‘Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino’ and ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ on the wall. A record player is set on a cube shelf with a milk crate of vinyl records beside a desk with dual monitors. A Nintendo Switch is set up in front of the smaller monitor. JONATHAN is leaned back in a computer chair with a gaming headset on and a controller in his hand. ANIMAL CROSSING is on the screen with characters that are obviously JONATHAN and ARGYLE fishing. JONATHAN’s character pulls up a horse mackerel.

JONATHAN

Great, another horse mackerel. They're barely even worth selling.

ARGYLE

(Through the headset)

Dude, catching the fish is not the goal.

JONATHAN

Maybe for you. I need a surgeon fish for my museum.

ARGYLE

You should have asked me, brochacho. I have, like, five of them in storage.

JONATHAN

That feels like cheating.

ARGYLE

If you say so, my dude.

On the screen, ARGYLE pulls up a moray eel. 

ARGYLE

Score!

JONATHAN’s character gets another bite. It is an anchovy.

JONATHAN

Damn it.

KEVIN, an orange pig in a blue sailor suit complete with hat, comes on screen to seemingly watch them. ARGYLE laughs. JONATHAN glowers.

JONATHAN

Stop judging me, Kevin.

ARGYLE

Dude, are you still pining over Steve?

JONATHAN

I am not, nor was I ever, pining over Steve. I have Olivia around here somewhere for Nancy.

ARGYLE

If you say so, dude. Though, if you aren't looking to knock boots with that fine specimen of a man, I'll gladly take him off your hands.

JONATHAN

You and everyone else. He's out on another date tonight. He even wore his ‘lucky jeans’ that show everything.

ARGYLE

Man, my dude, for someone who says they aren't jealous, you sure are crushing the vibe with your jealousy.

There is a pause filled by the sound of ARGYLE taking a drink. 

ARGYLE

Or is this about Eddie?

JONATHAN

What?

JONATHAN misses reeling in another fish.

JONATHAN

No. This isn't about Eddie. That was - It was just a hook-up after the concert last Saturday. And I'm not jealous or stuck on the fact I was supposed to go to that concert with Steve.

ARGYLE

My dude, your voice does not match your words. It's clear as day, you are hard for Harrington. Why did he miss the concert, anyway?

JONATHAN

A bachelorette party came into the bar when they were already slammed, so he offered to stay.

The fishing rod JONATHAN’s character is using breaks. JONATHAN puts his controller on the desk and scrubs his hand over his face.

JONATHAN

Fuck.

ARGYLE

Fuck because you banged Eddie and not Steve?

JONATHAN is quiet for a long moment, simply staring blankly at the screen. He finally heaves a sigh.

JONATHAN

(Quietly)

I don’t know. Maybe?

ARGYLE

If you could do it over again, would you pick Steve?

JONATHAN

If it wouldn’t mess up our friendship and my living situation or make my life extremely awkward?

JONATHAN hesitates before shaking his head and picking the controller back up.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

JONATHAN misses the sound of the door opening as STEVE comes home early. The LIVING SPACE of the open concept apartment is an eclectic mix that shows STEVE and JONATHAN have been sharing space for a few years. The large flat screen, a graduation gift from STEVE’s parents, is a prominent feature. There is also a record cabinet full of vinyls with a Fisher MC-4550 stereo and a bookcase with authors like Vonnegut and Gaiman. STEVE looks tired and irritated as he takes his shoes off to throw in the closet before heading to his room.

ARGYLE

You worry too much, my guy. Stop being indecisive or worrying he’ll be all weird about your fling with Eddie and get sloppy with your hot roomie.

JONATHAN

It was a drunk one-night stand, not a fling.

STEVE stops outside the partially open door, having heard JONATHAN say ‘drunk one-night stand’. He frowns, then looks guilty and decides to go get a drink from the kitchen where it will be harder to hear JONATHAN.

ARGYLE

One-night stand, fling, either way you boned the metalhead, man.

JONATHAN

I know that, flight just sounds like it was something more than sex.

ARGYLE

Fair

ARGYLE starts running his character in random patterns around JONATHAN’s character, who is doing idle animation as JONATHAN simply holds the controller.

ARGYLE

Was he at least good?

JONATHAN

He knew what he was doing.

ARGYLE

Come on, bro, give me the details of your sordid encounter with the guy across the hall. Eden will want a play by play and I have to please my goddess.

JONATHAN

My sex life is not your foreplay.

STEVE knocks over his cup when his attempt not to eavesdrop fails. Water spills over the tile as the cup clatters on the floor. The sound is loud enough that JONATHAN takes his headset off and turns his chair toward the door.

JONATHAN

Steve?

JONATHAN sets his headset on the desk and pokes his head out of his room. STEVE freezes as if he just got caught doing something wrong.

JONATHAN

How long have you been home?

STEVE

A few minutes.

STEVE grabs the cup and puts it in the sink before taking off his wet socks. He puts them on the floor after looking around to decide an acceptable spot and grabs a dish towel.

STEVE

She stood me up.

JONATHAN

That’s rough – Have you eaten yet?

STEVE

No. I came right home when I realized my date was a no show. Have you?

JONATHAN

No. I was going to warm up some leftover, but we can order a pizza. Let me just tell Argyle I’m done for the night, then I’ll clean that up while you put the order in.

STEVE

Okay. The usual from Enzo’s?

JONATHAN

Sure.

JONATHAN goes back into his room and puts the headset back on. He picks the controller up to log off.

JONATHAN

I’m done for the night. I’ll talk to you later, man.

ARGYLE

(In a teasing sing-song)

Have fun, dude.

JONATHAN goes to clean up the spill. STEVE is heading to his room in the background on the phone as he puts in his order. Once JONATHAN is done, he sits on the couch. STEVE emerges from his room shortly after in gym shorts and a tank top.

STEVE

So, did you have fun with your mystery guy?

JONATHAN

You mean the one-night stand I was talking to ARGYLE about?

STEVE

Yeah.

STEVE drops onto the couch and stares at the ceiling. JONATHAN looks at him thoughtfully

JONATHAN

I guess.

There is a long moment of silence. STEVE is obviously debating something while JONATHAN waits for his response. When STEVE finally speaks, he sounds small and keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

STEVE

Why him and not me?

This is very obviously not what JONATHAN was expecting for STEVE to say.

JONATHAN

What?

STEVE sits up enough to look at JONATHAN.

STEVE

Why him and not me? Fuck, dude, I've been trying to gauge your interest for months by wandering around shirtless in those side split shorts I wore to Pride last year.

JONATHAN

I thought that was because of the heat!

STEVE

At first, sure. Then I noticed you staring and thought maybe you were interested, so started doing it more, but you never said anything.

JONATHAN

Of course I didn't! We've been friends since high school. I'm not going to risk that for sex.

STEVE

(Quietly)

Not just sex.

JONATHAN

(Shocked)

What?

STEVE

It won't be just sex. At least, not for me.

JONATHAN

(Cautiously)

Me either.

STEVE laughs and shakes his head. JONATHAN joins him after a beat.

STEVE

Shit. We're both dumb.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE and JONATHAN look at each other with matching fond smiles. STEVE starts to move in, but JONATHAN’s smile falls and he shrinks back.

JONATHAN

It was Eddie.

STEVE stops. He doesn’t move back, though his smile is replaced by a look of confusion.

STEVE

Eddie across the hall?

JONATHAN nods.

STEVE

The same metalhead who drives you crazy by playing his music too loud?

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE

When?

JONATHAN

After the concert last week. You couldn’t go, and I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked him.

STEVE sits back and rakes his fingers through his hair. He frowns.

STEVE

Yeah, okay. I can see why. Honestly, I’ve thought about it myself, I just – It kind of hurts that it wasn’t me. I’ve been pining after you for months now.

JONATHAN

It didn’t mean anything. We had a few drinks at the concert, then shared a joint after and – 

JONATHAN shrugs.

STEVE

You don’t have to explain anything. I still wish it had been me, though.

JONATHAN

Maybe next concert if you don’t cancel on me.

STEVE leans in again, his voice taking on a teasingly seductive tone as he gets as close as he can without actually invading JONATHAN’s space. Everything about his body language invites JONATHAN to close the distance between them. JONATHAN appears unfazed.

STEVE

Are you seriously going to make me wait?

JONATHAN

At least a first date.

STEVE laughs. His phone rings and he picks it up.

STEVE

Challenge accepted.

(Answers phone.)

Hello. Yep. I’ll be right down.

STEVE hangs up. He heads for the door, opening the closet and putting on some flip-flops. Before he leaves, he turns back to JONATHAN.

STEVE

How about right now? We can do dinner and a movie.

JONATHAN rolls his eyes with a fond smirk.

JONATHAN

Fine, but you have to actually pay attention to the movie, and I’m not answering any questions until after the credits.

STEVE

Deal.

There is a smutty continuation to this that I was not able to edit in time. The entire thing will be up on AO3 when I get to it.