#if you're conversation lasts more than 5 minutes take it in your fucking room

[wanderbythewayside]

there isn’t many things more infuriating than having someone take a work call in a communal living space and private calls are on thin fucking ice. great now i can’t watch tv or play a game with music because someone else decided to use a communal space for private reasons, great now i feel guilty for sitting on the couch while my roommate gets into a screaming match on the phone 2 ft from me 

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: separation, John being John.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12 - part 13 - part 14

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“Oh my god i’ve missed you!” your sister says as she gets into your car at the train station and although a piece of home has left it also feels like a piece has come home.

“Thankyou for coming.” you smile pulling her into an uncomfortable hug over the center counsel. 

“Coffee and a good movie that perhaps includes phone time?” she says as you pull away.

“Good god you mastermind.” you two laugh while  backing out of the busy parking lot. 

“So tell me everything, like what the hell this is?” she asks while grabbing the photo strip of you and john you keep on your dash.

“That day we went to the winery and they have a really popular black and white photo booth.” She smiles at the way your eyes light up when speaking about him.

“You complement each other well.” 

“Thank you, you’d love him, maybe when he gets back you could meet him.” The suggestion isn't one you'd ever see yourself making again after your last embarrassment of a boyfriend.

“Of course.” she says with a soft smile.

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“Do you think she’s okay?” John asks Simon who sits next to him on the foreign base.

“I do.” 

“I wish I could call her already, just to be sure and shake this feeling.” He was told calls weren't permitted until clearance that the location they’re at is secured.

“Captain, she can handle herself, she's going to be fine and if this goes to plan we’ll be back in no time.” John just sighs, his breath making a cloud into the cold air. By no time Simon means a month, a whole thirty days without you, he might just die from heartbreak. 

“You think you'll marry her?” Simon has always been one for deep conversation but it’s always random and spontaneous.

“Jesus son it hasn't even been seven months.” John says with an awkward laugh knowing he has an answer to the question.

“That's not what I asked the captain.” Simon replies.

“I'd be lucky to, I'd give everything to make that woman my wife, it’s just too soon, I don’t want to scare her off.” he says with a hopeless sigh.

“Time is an illusion, captain, don't wait forever.” 

“What are you, A fucking poet?”

“Yeah.” They both laugh as Simon opens a pack of cigarettes offering one to John and grabs one from the pack for himself. 

“Like I said if I'm lucky.” 

“I think the perfect woman falling into your hands proves you're as lucky as it gets, i mean look at those idiots.”he says gesturing towards johnny and gaz who arm wrestle on a wobbly table.

“You're right.” 

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The days have been stretched long, you think to yourself. It was good though, the distractions of shopping and hanging with your sister was nice and relieving but now it's four in the morning and she's fast asleep beside you and your eyes won't even shut for more than five minutes before the anxiety becomes too much.

It's been a long time since you’ve had a night like this and you don't wish to have many more but while johns away you most likely will. 

You get out of bed quietly and head to his room to grab a shirt of his, anything to feel closer. Walking in you realize you and john are very rarely in here and dust collects on the clothing drawer you open.

“I've missed these.” you say pulling your favorite pair of undies from the bottom of his pajama shirt drawer wondering when he could've gotten them then it hits you, these are from the night of your first date, you laugh quietly before putting them back.

You pull the shirt over your head right then and there, discarding the one you had on before, leaving it somewhere on John's floor before heading back to bed.

“Where'd you go?” your sister mumbles, scaring the life out of you.

“John's room real quick sorry for waking you.” you reply in a whisper.

“Yeah I thought a man got into bed with me.” you figure you've become a little blind to how strong his cologne can be and apologize. 

“Night.” you say before sliding under the duvet.

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“That was close too close, almost got caught.” John says very sternly to his task force who just returned from their first outing in this foreign country.

“But we didn't.” gaz says, and it's true was it close yes but there've been many other occasions just like it.

“But we were close!” The captain's booming voice makes them all fall silent.

“Next time I say to pull away you listen, do you understand, let me expect more from you.” he pointed at simon.

“Understood.” he says with a nod. 

“I'll see you all in the morning.” the captain says before walking away and into his tent. The boys all spare eachother side glances before Johnny starts.

“He needs to get laid immediately.” 

“He just has something to live for now I think and it's scaring him.” the ghost replies and it's troubling him, because although he understands his captain has to get his emotions under control before this mission blows up in their faces.

“Go talk to him Lt.” Gaz says pointing towards where the silhouette of John is visible through the tarp of his tent. Simon gets up without another word walking to the tent asking if he could open it.

“What do you want?” John says to him, still agitated.

“Captain i understand your emotions are high right now you miss her and you're not allowed to call yet but understand we are soldier and as a team we understand each other-”

“I'm captain and I'm glad you understand each other but it's my job to understand the situation.” 

“You're trying to understand the situation here and at home though, and it's going to get us killed.” Simon says before leaving. John realizes then he has had his mind in two places and he can't afford that. Swallowing his pride he approaches the team who's still sitting where he left them.

“I apologize for my outburst, let's reread some files and figure out an action plan for tomorrow.” 

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It's been nearly a week and not a sound from John, you're worried sick and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Your sister has a life to return to and you'll be alone with these thoughts for however long.

“Alright babe till next time.” she says hopping out of your car back at the same spot you picked her up from. You get out to help her get her extra bags that she acquired from shopping. 

“I love you, call me when you get home.” you say giving her a big hug trying not to cry.

“Will do, love you.” you watch her board before leaving. You're back home before you know it, getting back basically on autopilot.. You decide to call it a night at six, the emotional baggage of the day and the possibility of going another day without speaking to John is enough to get you to sleep heavily. 

And sure enough not only another day passes with no contact but another week goes by.

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“Good job out there today, that was beyond successful.” John says, patting everyone on the back as they all file back into their temporary base.

“Hey captain, have you spoken to the little lass?” he was cleared his fifth day here to call home but simply hasn't.

“No I haven't.” 

“Why not?” it takes soap by surprise, the captain went from being worried sick about you to not even mentioning your name.

“It's a distraction I can't handle right now.” Simon's ears pick up on this and he just shakes his head in disappointment, that man only ever hears what he wants to. 

“Okay, she probably misses you though.” soap continues.

“Don't johnny.” the captain demands sternly leaving him to just walk away.

John misses you he does, so much so it makes him sick but he can't afford to think about you more than a little before it consumes his thoughts, what're you doing?Where are you?How are you?It's all too much.

He stares at the phone he was issued long enough to the point where he picks it up and dials your number and of course you answer first ring.

“John, good god hon i've missed you.” he doesn't say anything just listens to your voice fill his ears.

“John hello you there.” he stays silent trying to hold in this rush of sadness he hadn't expected.

“Johnnnnnn hello, i think your connection is bad or maybe it's mine.” he feels guilty for doing this to you, just like he gets the comfort of hearing you again you deserve that too but he just can't bring himself to speak, so he hangs up and sets the phone down leaving his tent to drown himself in work and whatever else there is to do.

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The confusion and uncertainty that followed with the click of the phone was immense but there were no tears left to cry by now. You've just accepted the fact that he couldn't talk right now reminding yourself that you knew what you were getting into when he asked you to be his girlfriend or as he says it his partner.

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Another week, then another passes

“He hasn't called, I'm just worried.” you say while on facetime as you fold laundry.

“Maybe it isn't allowed.” she says trying to comfort you by making that stupid face people make when they don't know what to say.

“But he told me he could, so I just don't get what changed you know, but maybe you're right, I just miss him.” 

“And that's okay, it's healthy.” Since she's left, her phone is full with nothing but you and your rants about life, your day, how much you miss john.

“How long has it been now?” 

“Four weeks going on five.” you sigh while getting up to put some clothes away in your closet.

“Well he'll be back soon hopefully, I got to go when my break is over.” she says while blowing you a kiss through the phone.

“Okay bye.” —--------------

You're woken up at four in the morning the next night from your phone buzzing under your pillow, excitedly thinking  it's John. You quickly grab it looking at the number and although it's similar in area code some numbers are different but nonetheless you answer.

“Hello.”

“Hey it's Johnny we’ve met. I'm a friend of johns.” soap says into the phone simon and gaz next to him listening.

“Hey is everything okay, is john okay?” you say in a bit of a panic.

“Yes yeah everythings okay we’re or I’m just calling to see how you are, make sure you're okay?”

“Yeah I'm fine are you?” You say a little mind boggled that Johnny is calling you before your partner.

“Yeah I’m well actually.” He says as if this is casual conversation.

“Johnny, why isn’t John the one calling me?” You finally ask, he doesn’t know what to say he looks at the two other men who shrug and are obviously thinking of what to say. 

“I don’t know.” Gaz rolls his eyes and Simon pushes the side of Johnny's head at the obvious lie.

“Oh okay. If you can tell him I miss him and that I love him.” All their heads fall into their hands as the choke in your words is obvious.

“I will.” 

“Is he avoiding me?” This hadn’t even been a possibility in your mind until right now.

“No, I'm sure he’s just um he’s just busy.” They hear the captain tent start to unzip.

“Okay lass got to go stay safe and do not ever tell the captain about this.” He says before hanging up without another word.

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“Who were you talking to?” The captain mindlessly asks as he approaches them sitting down beside Johnny. 

“A little lass I met not too long ago.” Not a lie but not the truth.

“Okay, anyways Tomorrow should be our last day. We've got to secure one more piece of information then we’re out of here.” 

“Excited to get home?” Gaz asks.

“Yeah but I’ll probably stay at the base a little longer to do these files.” 

“Why?” Simon questions, wondering what childish excuse his captain will come up with. 

“I’ll be distracted at home.” Simon stands without another word leaving into his own tent.

“What’s his deal?” The captain asks the other two remaining.

“Just being himself.” The captain nods even though there’s definitely more to it. 

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[judeyswife]

not what i’m looking for. — jude bellingham x reader. II

genre : angst

word count : 928

note : hii lovies, this is official part two of the series not what im looking for !!! (part one) please let me know of what yall think in the comments! there will be a part 3 guys so don't worry, but it'll probs be a wrap up for this mini series since i want to get started on some other fics too + made a few format changes and writing from author's pov this time -- but thats it! enjoyyy! requests box always open !!

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"i'm sorry"

it's horrendous how fast people switch up. or i'd say men, in this case. it's been roughly about six months since that conversation had happened. it was honestly one of the worst days in your whole life. i mean, yeah you'll get through it. but why? every once in a while you think about what did she have that you didn't.

but this is a topic that hasn't been brought up in about a month. and a certain individual isn't mentioned anymore in your life thank the lord.

you have gone to a beach house near where you live with a few of your best friends, layla, jess, and liv. yall needed this vacation after months of torture. or studying.

they've been with you since day one. truthfully you'd say who needs a relationship when you have your homegirls?

"Y/N, come here right fucking now." -- layla screamed from our room in the house.

you could literally think she had been getting murdered with the way she was screaming honestly.

"oh my god what!"

"whats his name posted a fucking video of missing someone LOOK."

who? jude.

you sit next to her curiously taking her phone from her hands in order for you to take a look at the tiktok she was trying to show you.

( for the sake of the story, jude has tiktok xoxo )

you were shocked. who genuinely who would've though that he'd actually miss us? it didn't even sound right thinking about it.

"maybe it's about her layla" you shrugged getting up to grab your water bottle from her desk.

"are you stupid girl, he's obviously thinking about you, i mean look at his caption." - 'didn't think a situationship could hurt more than an actual relationship' don't be a fool y/n"

liv and jess had entered the room a few minutes ago listening to the conversation making liv enter the conversation.

"ain't no way he has the nerve to do that bullshit on social media"

you stood there listening to them diss jude for about 5 minutes straight. but your lost in your thoughts. i mean, why would he ever miss something he supposedly never had? it's genuinely so draining and confusing.

"guys just drop it, its whatever. lets just go hang out at the hot tub, i really fucking need it"

your friends just looked at one another not saying a single word. they knew better. not to make you sound like a maniac or anything, but they knew how you were with bottling up your feelings. jude was a sensitive topic for you. they didn't want to be the cause of ruining your vacation over some dumb tiktok captions. they simply agreed with you and started getting changed to go out the the hot tub.

•

it had been a few hours since you last seen your phone and you're now inside getting ready to have dinner with the girls and settling down. so you took these few moments, unlocked your phone and checked out what you had missed.

you furrowed your eyebrows trying to figure out who this number could possibly belong to. since you and layla are sharing a room for the trip, she was getting ready at her vanity and noticed your confused expression.

"y/n what's up?" -- asking you meanwhile putting a face mask on.

"i don't know, this random number just texted me with my name i'm just hella confused"

"that's weird. ask who it is obviously"

you nodded listening to what she had advised you to do.

you had this conversation silently without saying a word to layla about who this "mystery person" was. mainly because you wanted to fight your own battles. i mean you basically already had jess and liv involved. not that your mad at them or anything, you know they want what's best for you. clearly they're on team jude. those girls.

"who was it?" layla said getting up from her chair to grab her phone from the charger near her bed. "no one important, they got the wrong number and person" you honestly don't know how she believed you. you hate to admit but you were feeling jittery after having that conversation with jude after so long. even if it was barely a conversation.

you hated that you needed to lie to layla, but you truly believed it was honestly for the best. when you and jude were talking, they knew every single detail about the relationship you had with jude. and by they i mean your friends and his friends. always involved. one of the main issues why miscommunication was lacking horribly in your relationship. so that's why you want a new beginning. not just to "lie" to your friends but to feel the sense of control in your life. even if tomorrow was the last conversation you had with jude, you wanted to keep the moment to yourself.

•

without saying a word to anyone, you and jude had been chatting it up all night. just a catch up with each other. you guys went from telling every detail of your day to each other, to not saying a single word for months to each other. it felt nice being able to slowly regain that comfort you once had when you guys would text or facetime all night long.

you were honestly praying for the best in tomorrow's conversation, you had no idea what it could lead up to.

but the overthinking was done on your pillow all night long, plus his texts of course.

[rileyglas]

The List ~Pt. 11 - Compromise~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: In a tense meeting with Lucifer to discuss repayment for saving your life, his request pushes the boundaries of what you were prepared to offer. As the conversation unfolds, more unsettling truths about Alastor's soul contract are revealed. The deal leaves you struggling with the daunting terms of repayment.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, Lucifer is in Hell for a reason, eventual smut, and of course 18+

3.9k Words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 (You're on it!) Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

“I really don’t think you should be going alone. You’re still weak from -” “I’m fine.” you snap at Alastor, for the hundredth time of the morning. Slamming your book closed, you swing to the edge of the bed. Lucifer’s portal was sure to open any minute now and you still needed to put shoes on. You reach for your heels, but bending at such an angle makes you hiss from the single wound still healing on your lower stomach, “F-fuck - of all places…”

A sigh comes from behind before Alastor appears kneeling in front of you, “Allow me.” He places your foot on his thigh, gently helping set it into the heel. His fingers tease up your leg as presses his lips against your knee, “You still haven’t told me your plans for the King. Should I be worried you will not be returning?” he slides your other heel on, repeating the same erotic affections. 

Your hand combs through his hair before sliding down to hook under his chin, “You think you can be rid of me that easily?” Though playful, there is a hint of seriousness in your voice. Is he actually scared I’d stay with Lucifer after everything? He leans into you, using a hand to brace the back of your head as he lays you back onto the bed. His smile is soft, corners curved under half-lidded eyes. 

If you could freeze this moment you would. Any anxiety or worries seem to disappear when he looks at you like this - holding you like you’re his most precious piece of glass. It’s strange to think such a ruthless demon one day, could look and feel like Heaven the next. Your face flushes feeling his warmth above you, “A-Alastor?”

He flutters the tip of his nose across your cheek and down your neck until his lips press against your collar bone. He breathes you in as if it were the last time he’d take in your scent, “Please come back…” he exhales into your skin, sending a chill down your spine. Your hands cup his face to gently bring his lips back to yours, “I’ll always come back to you.” you breathe before kissing him. A tear falls down your temple from the rush of emotion his embrace gives. I never thought this feeling could be possible…especially with someone like him… Alastor reluctantly pulls away, flashing a smirk, “Maybe I should just leave a reminder for Lucifer -” he dips his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze your skin, “Don’t even think about it!” you giggle as you push the demon off before he can take a bite. He scoffs, grabbing at his chest in a dramatic show of being hurt, “How dare you deprive me of such fun, dear.” You playfully smack his shoulder and stand up from the bed. As expected, a round portal appears in the center of the room. Your hand finds Alastor’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” With a half-hearted smile you let go and hop through into a large living room, the portal closing quickly behind you. The second it closes a part of you feels…empty? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to calm the feeling but it is intense enough to make you queasy. The fuck? I didn’t feel this last time I came here. “Hello? Lucifer?” you call out. The room is dimly lit by candles hanging on the walls. Only a few chairs and small tables sit around you. The air feels different than it does back at the hotel. Colder. “I’ll admit when I said come alone, I half expected him to still try and slip in with you.” a voice says calmly from behind you. Turning you see Lucifer sitting, cross-legged, in a large armchair. His usual ‘dressy’ appearance was replaced by a half-buttoned shirt, rolled sleeves, and bare hooves under his slacks. His relaxed look is surprising but also draws you in. He knew I was coming. If this is him trying to lure me, it isn’t working…okay maybe a little. 

You clear your throat, realizing how dry your mouth suddenly became, “He respects my wishes. I asked him to stay back.” He scoffs at the idea. With one foot (hoof?) he hooks and moves a chair directly in front of him. You take a seat without hesitation. The unsettling sickness burning in your stomach is starting to make you feel hot. Your eyes meet as you shift to cross your own legs, mirroring his position.

“Are you feeling alright? You look like you’re about to pass out.” 

You shake your head, “I - I don’t know. The moment I got here…well honestly it’s probably just nerves. Things got pretty intense yesterday.” He hums through a smirk, “Yeah I suppose it did. Though I would guess by how he acted, you and him have made a very close connection. One that will not traverse the distance of where this palace sits. Your body is probably feeling the effects of being removed from his presence and power.” That’s why he wanted to see me alone - on his own terms. 

You shake out your hands and try to steady your breathing. This plan has to go without issue. Being overly anxious will only hinder that. “You wanted to speak on how I can repay you for helping me. What did you have in mind?” you clasp your hands together over your crossed knees, leaning towards him to appear confident and open. “Well what I want and what you’re willing to give are two vastly different things. I told you already, your power is something unusual for Hell. Comparable to a Heavenborn Angel. And with him it shines even brighter. But I can’t allow such power to grow and threaten the hierarchy of my domain, as I’m sure you can understand.” he leans forward, challenging your space. “I told you, I’m not interest-” “But he is.“ he sneers, “From where I sit, you have two options. The first is you stand by me. You’ll live here and break your connection with him. You were a leader on Earth - and a damned good one from what I saw. Hell would benefit greatly from having you as my right hand.” You feel your throat tighten and your back straightens, “How - How do you know about my life on Earth?”

A dark chuckle leaves his throat matching the grin plastered across his face, “I have my ways. Shame how it all ended for you. Of course, being a lone survivor, it might have driven you mad knowing you lost everyone who ever meant anything to you. Knowing you couldn’t save any of them.” “Stop.” you whisper through your teeth. 

His smile widens, “Do you still mourn for them? Or do you envy them? They obviously were taken in with open arms to Heaven yet here you are, suffering in the pits of Hell.” 

You bolt up from your chair, “Fuck! Enough! What are you trying to get at!?” Your teary eyes glare down at his smug expression. He wanted to get a rise out of you and knew exactly which buttons to press. 

“You have a chance to save souls here. To help Charlie. To keep the most vile of demons from harming - ” You slam your hands against the arms of his chair, caging his body under yours, “Cut the ‘all mighty’ shit. You don’t actually care about those sinners and their souls. You only care to protect Charlie and your precious rule. So option one isn’t an option. Next.” your voice cuts sharply through the room, echoing off the walls.

His eyes wander your face. You start to feel the heat of frustration burning under your cheeks and neck. The once smug smile on Lucifer’s face drops to a dark glare, “You plan on helping release him from his contract, don’t you?” Is that rage I hear boiling? If he’s already pissed I’m not going to hold back.

“Does the idea of his freedom scare you, your Highness? Do you fear his full power and what I can help him achieve?” you hiss, moving close enough to see his hair flutter under your breath. He should be irate by now. His ego has taken enough hits to push him over the edge from such disrespectful behavior of a sinner. So why is he looking at me with admiration?

His fingers trace up your jaw and hook behind your neck. Your heart jumps into your throat at his sudden warmth. Keeping his hold, he slowly stands from his chair. Though infamously teased to be a ‘short king’ by those around the hotel, he still held a few inches over you, and right now you felt like a mere ant under his gaze. “Fiery, strong, dauntless. It appears he has a type, as do I. It’s just unfortunate he’s now fooled a woman of such power for a second time.” he whispers. The heart which pounded in your throat plummets into your stomach. He hums disapprovingly, “He still hasn’t told you everything, has he?” You shake your head, unease creeping up your spine. 

He tightens his fingers around you, silently commanding your attention to remain on him. His other hand moves to rest in the same place on the opposite side. “He fooled her a long time ago. She watched his sudden rise over the sinners in the city. He smoothly talked his way into making her believe he had the same aspirations, that he’d help her in the rise of Hell. She knew with the boost of her power, he could overthrow me and encouraged it, thinking I had lost my ability to be the ruthless leader she wanted me to be.” Your legs grow weak. You feel yourself stumble back into your chair. He follows you closely, kneeling to not break his hold or the locked in stare he has on you. “She learned he wanted Hell all to himself. He lied and played her like a pawn in his sick game. She used her influence over the most powerful of demons to corner him, nearly tearing his soul apart and making him beg for his life. He agreed to a soul contract to save himself and his power.”

An involuntary deep breath makes your chest heave. Your mind races, unsure how much you should believe. Is he so prideful he would fabricate such a story to persuade you to his side? There’s bound to be some truth but how much? He notices your reeling behind clouded eyes, “When they both disappeared I just assumed they ran off together to plan their overtaking of Hell but, when he returned without her…I didn’t know what to think. At least until he showed up on Charlie’s doorstep offering his help. That’s when I knew she sent him, like a dog, to keep an eye on things. But now he has you. His second chance to finish what he started.”

You shake your head and try to speak but your voice comes out as a mere squeak, “He’s changed. He cares about Char-” “He only cares about himself.” he whispers with confidence, “Once he’s free he will waste no time in getting rid of Charlie…and enslaving you to maintain power.” His words make tears build behind your eyes. You fight to keep them there, wanting to still go through with your initial plan. You can’t lose composure now. Your shoulders pull back and you stiffen your neck in an attempt to hide the walls shattering in your head, “Then what is my second option?” Lucifer retracts his hands from your face and rests them on your knees. His beautiful angelic features harden. You watch the corner of his mouth twitch as if trying to hold back a smile and his eyes begin to take on a red hue. There’s the Devil I’ve been looking for. “I cannot touch him right now due to the terms of his contract with Lilith. And God forbid I harm Charlie’s precious hotelier. It would be quite the controversy for me, the King, to put such blood on my hands. But you…” he finally allows his toothy smile to widen, “...you can take care of him with ease. He trusts you, allows you closer than anyone. And no one would question an Overlord taking out competition.” 

“W-What do you mean? You want me to do your dirty work?” you play dumb, knowing damn well what he was asking. It is exactly what you expected from him. He rubs circles on the inside of your knees, attempting to be soothing but his touch only makes your skin burn under the fabric of your pants. “You’re indebted to me. And if you will not join me, I believe a deal for mine and Charlie’s safety is only fair. You keep that demon of yours under control…or you will end him. Simple as that.” You keep your eyes down mulling over his offer. Your fingers find his hand and trace the lines in his palm, “And if I do neither?” you say plainly and snap back to his face, relishing in the devious flash in his eyes. 

“You know what happens if you go against such a deal. In the end, he is either kept under control or dies…otherwise your soul will be shredded in his place. He is strong, but without extra help, his power is limited. Lilith will not help him. And if your soul is destroyed, well…he can’t use you any further, either.”

Okay slightly different deal than initially planned. “And if I refuse this deal all together?” He moves closer to you, forcing himself between your legs. You feel his lips glide over your neck and to your ear, “If you wish to return to your precious demon and hotel, you will make this deal. I will keep you here for as long as it takes to - “ his hands move up your thighs and dig into your hips, “ - persuade you. Your choice.” Shit shit shit shit, I didn’t plan on being backed into a corner.

“No -” You stand abruptly, nearly knocking the King over. He recovers and stands over you annoyed by the brash response. “No?” he mocks before slowly wrapping his hand around your throat. There isn’t pressure but he uses his hold to push you back, staring like a lion about to pounce. You follow his guidance until backing into a wall. A whimper leaves you from the sudden thud. “Then you will remain here, like a pet. I still get what I want - you’re somewhere he can never find you. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn to love me as much as you claim to love him.” his grip tightens as he leans his body into you. He presses his lips forcefully against your head then hovers them above yours, “What is your choice dear?” he breathes. You shove him away, “Fine. I will make sure he doesn’t become a threat to you or Charlie.” you hold your hand out to seal the deal. He hesitates but takes a step towards you, “And you will ensure he doesn’t become too powerful - or you will kill him. And if you fail…well…it would be a shame for such a beautiful soul like yours to be sacrificed for someone so vile.” He takes your hand as his horns burst through his skull and fire starts to surround him. Fuck this is bad. “D-deal.”

A bright red light flashes from your entwined hands and radiates throughout the room. Large red chains burst from the floor to wrap around your wrists. Another tightly winds around your neck, the immense weight makes you stumble in place. The entire room seems to shake and crack with rays of pink and red from the sheer power between you. I should have guessed a deal with the Devil would be stronger than anything.

After a moment, the chains dissipate into thin air and the room gradually dims. You drop Lucifer’s hand, “I want to leave. Now.” you command loudly, holding back tears once again. He puffs out his chest and bows dramatically, “As you wish, my dear.” A portal opens to your right but before you can step through a hand catches your arm, his voice returning to its honey smooth tone “Please - at least think on my first offer. This doesn’t have to end in death. If you choose to stand by me, I will break the contract.” He yanks your body back into his. You look up to see his eyes back to their dull yellow, wide and pleading, and - are those tears? “Don’t make the same mistakes she did.” his voice breaks before placing a kiss on your cheek and pushing you backwards through the portal. 

The moment you feel your back hit the wooden floor of your room the portal closes. You lay completely still for a moment, ensuring no one was around, before covering your face to release the built up sobs you’ve kept in your throat. No, this is okay. This will work. I have to have trust in him. I have to maintain trust in us. Rule #4 T̴̡͗ǘ̴͚ṟ̵͒n̸̛̤ ̵̫̿y̷̢̍ỏ̷̭ȕ̷͕r̶̥̾ ̶̫̃w̴̗͊e̴̊ͅa̵̘͠ḱ̴̢n̸͕̒e̷̯̒s̴̠̏s̷͖̿ ̵͍̏ī̴͇n̴̊ͅṭ̸̔ö̴̼́ ̸̥̏s̵͓͛ẗ̴̖́ṛ̵͘e̷̗͑n̸̯̿g̷̣̑t̴̪̀ḩ̶̈́ Tears flood your face through muffled wails. For once you’re grateful Alastor isn’t in the room - isn’t there to bear witness to your pathetic display.

You knew someone owned Alastor’s soul. You knew Lucifer would ask you to kill Alastor, or at least keep him from becoming too powerful. You knew he would fight to force the deal.  So why do you now feel like you’ve made the biggest mistake? Going in you had the idea Alastor would do anything for you. He promised to give you his soul in return for breaking his chains. But if he had the gall to do this to Lilith…who is to say he isn’t trying to fool me as well? All for the sake of getting what he wants. Did he make her fall in love with him too? Did he say the same things -

“What happened!?” a distressed voice pulls you back to the room. Between crying and being lost in thought you didn’t hear the Radio Demon make his way into the room. You don’t move at his question. He looks down to you and offers a hand which you ignore. “Is this any different than before?” the words squeak out through your silent cries. Any filter you have had in the past is gone. You want answers and right now, you didn’t care how insane you sounded. Alastor cocks an eyebrow, hand still reaching for you, “W-What are you talking about dear? Why are you on the floor? Did he hurt - “ “Lilith…did you tell her the same things you’ve told me…did you pretend to love her just to use her?” Your voice is hoarse and airy. Through your tears you see him open his mouth but no words come out. You wipe your face once more and sit up to bring your knees to your chest. “He told me everything, Alastor. Or at least what he thought would turn me against you. And I won’t lie, he was pretty convincing.” He takes a long, shaky breath as his cane and jacket are tossed to the bed. You feel him kneel next to you, his large hand stroking your hair, “You know I cannot tell you the terms of my contract. I have told you before, I’ve never been what most consider a ‘good man’. I’ve enacted heinous things for the sake of entertainment and committed even worse atrocities to get what I wanted. Both in this life and the last. She was no exception.” His voice is eerily calm, not a hint of emotion in his words. 

The tears you thought would never stop suddenly go dry. Any sign of emotion leaves your face. You slide your knees under you and turn to look at him face to face. He physically recoils seeing the instant switch of your demeanor. The Radio Demon always made it a point to appear fearless and would never let anyone think otherwise. But right now he looks at you, wide eyed, as if you have the power to shatter him completely. Good, he needs to know how serious this is…Rule #2: D̴̩̈́ǫ̶͂n̷̞̈́’̴̈ͅt̵̋͜ ̵̳͆b̴̹̕e̷̤͝ ̶̥̑a̷̯̅f̷̫͊r̴̖̾a̶̳͒i̷̫͗d̶̛̥ ̴̢̂ṱ̷͊o̵̦̔ ̷̘̒s̷͖̕h̶̭̎ó̶͉w̵̨̌ ̵̘̄y̶̑͜o̸̭̓ụ̸͠r̴̟͗ ̷͖̊p̷̩̄o̴̯͒w̶̭̿e̸͉̽r̵͍̓

“You lied and used her for your own gain. In doing so you paid the price with your soul. Do the same to me, and you will lose more than that.” Your eyes darken to him with your sharp words. Could I really kill him? If he hurt Charlie? If he hurt me? Rule #3:K̷̩͝e̸͎̎ḙ̸̚p̷̯̋ ̷̻͗t̸̪̑h̵̞̎o̸̖͝s̵̭͗e̵͔͋ ̸͜͝ÿ̸̥ŏ̵͉ű̴̢ ̶̭̀l̸̞̾ŏ̷̲ṽ̵͉e̷̯͝ ̷͈͝c̶͔̑l̵̛͚o̸͕͆s̸̩̐ẻ̵̼  “I might have chosen to trust you but I did not choose to love you. That was out of my control. The only thing I can control is our future here. We either play by his rules or one of us will burn.” There is only one true option on who that will be. I just hope I don’t have to make that decision. He stares at you, speechless. Seeing such a cold side to someone who never emitted anything but warmth was jarring. It finally clicks what this is all about. You watch the fear creep across his face, “You made a soul deal with him?” he asks barely audible through his quickening breath.

“He wouldn’t have let me come back if I hadn’t. I made a promise to you, didn’t -” His arms fling around you before you can finish, nearly knocking all the air out of your lungs. He clings desperately to you and buries his face into your neck, “I won’t let him take you from me. I don’t care about the conditions. I will find a way to free you of him.” he mumbles into your skin. You press a kiss to his temple, “I fear there isn’t a way out of this one dear. Not without consequence.” 

“But I made a deal with -”

He is interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Angel pops his head in apprehensively, “Hey uh - Charlie has something she wants to show everyone. It’s about the Exorcists. S’pretty important.” 

You call back to him, “Thank you, we will be right down.” Your attention turns back to Alastor who now stands over you, jacket back on and cane in hand, “This situation will unfortunately have to be put aside. Right now we need to focus on how to handle the upcoming fight with Heaven. And you have much to catch up on.” He helps pull you back to your feet and offers his arm, “Shall we?”

You roll your eyes but take his arm to head downstairs. Though the deal weighs heavily on your shoulders, he is right. With only a few weeks before Extermination Day, you’re going to need all your wit and strength to prepare for the battle to come. For now, you can only hold onto hope that he won’t force your hand in following through with your deal.

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["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, ooc ranpo, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind youin a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made them not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot, maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step he takes, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

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naughty vs nice // day 5

content warnings; smut (or at least attempted smut), blow jobs, kinda public?, sub-ish matty, swearing, misogyny and drinking.

a/n; now... I am not good at smut writing but I felt it was my duty to at least attempt some for y'all. if this is completely tragic, I apologise in advance lol <3

word count; 2.9k

(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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“So please, go and mingle parents and teachers! Your little ones are all having their own party in the gym, so enjoy your night off!” The headteacher raised his glass of wine as he finished his welcome, each person doing the same and then giving him a small round of applause. 

You were currently talking to Mrs Jones and pretending to listen to her whine about her new teacher assistant and how useless they are. But your eyes continue to drift over her shoulder to meet Matty’s. 

He stands across the room from you chatting to Adam and another teacher, but he can't keep focused on anything when you are dressed like that less than 20 feet away from him. 

Your asymmetric dress draped over one shoulder and left the other bare. The body con hugged your figure in a way that had Matty's heart hammering at his ribs whenever he looked at you. The small slit teased him further. Every time your leg shifted and more of your thigh poked out, he had to make a conscious effort to not get hard.

Matty's eyes were drawn to the glowing skin of your exposed collarbone. Thinking of not even 30 minutes earlier when he stood between your legs mouthing at that exact spot as you whimpered under him. 

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“You can't leave a mark baby,” you pant out but make no effort to stop his motions, “everyone will know exactly what I've been doing” You giggle as he nips lightly at your collarbone.

Your legs were spread as you sat on your desk and Matty moved his mouth over you. 

“I don't care, I want them to know. Want them to know you’re my girl” he says, coming out from your neck with puffy kiss-bitten lips and messy curls from your wandering hands.

You sigh sadly and start to adjust his tie and stroke a hand over his hair to fix it, “I know, but we can't tell anyone. Not while im still so new here, im pretty sure if Mrs Richards knew I was fucking the hot rockstar Dad she’d fire me on the spot.”

Matty smirks and ignores most of your statement, opting to focus on one small part, “hot rockstar dad, huh? Is that what you teachers call me when you’re gossiping about me?”

Your cheeks go red, and you shake your head unconvincingly, matty hums and says “Sure sweetheart.”

You push him away playfully and stand, brushing your hands over your dress and straightening it out, not wanting to join the party looking like a teenager who has been caught fooling around.

“Okay you have to stay away from me tonight, or I'm just gonna jump you. you look too good in that suit” You smooth your hands over his lapels, and Matty smiles coyly at your words. 

“Mmm maybe I want that, though,” he teases as he smoothly slides his hands around your waist. A firm look from you has Matty backtracking, quickly saying, “Okay okay, I promise. I won't come near you tonight. Scouts honour” Matty faux salutes you, and you can't help but giggle at your boyfriend's ridiculousness.

That promise lasted all of 30 minutes, but soon you were roped into a conversation with Matty and two other dads, both of whom you hated. 

Mike Wilson and Martin Addams were two eye-roll-inducing men. You avoided them at all costs, but as you walked past them, Martin waved you over. 

“y/n perfect, we need a good woman's opinion here,” he says, smirking at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your body. You see Matty tense out of the corner of your eye, but he sighs and shakes it off.

“Ah hello everyone,” you say with faux politeness, giving Matty a subtle nod that he returns and fights the smile threatening his cheeks.

“You're a traditional woman, aren't you y/n?” Martin asks, not giving you time to answer before carrying on, “You have a job, but you get that women aren't meant to work. If you had kids or whatever, you'd be at home in the kitchen like a proper lady, wouldn't you?” his question had you frozen on the spot.

What kind of fucking question is that? What would possess him to ask you that?

Before you get a chance to try and give a fake, polite response, Mike jumps in, “Yeah! You get that a woman's purpose is to have kids and look after the house. You're all just babymakers, really, aren't you?” he says, laughing and nodding at you as if you'd agree with anything coming out of his mouth.

You fight to give an appropriate response. You really do. But Matty can see your shoulder tense as you begin to speak, and he knows exactly what's coming. 

“Excuse me if im being dense here,” you begin, “but have you seriously asked me, a woman with a full-time job and who is totally independent, if I believe women are meant to be ‘baby makers’?” you give a sarcastic air quote as you copy mikes words. 

You give them an incredulous look, and before they can stutter an apology, you cut them off, just as they had done to you. 

“Well forgive my language but since there are no kids around I can say pretty confidenly that you two are fucking insane. What possessed you to say that I'll never know, but I do know that both of your daughters are doomed if you say like things like that around them. How dare you speak about women that way? You should both be ashamed.” You shake your head in disappointment at the men in front of you, your teacher voice coming out as you scold them. 

Both men scoff and walk away wordlessly, leaving you and Matty standing there. You give him a disbelieving smile, and he simply nods in agreement. 

“God those two are dickheads. Good thing I couldn't care less about them,” you pause and suck in a breath before giving Matty an apologetic look, “Sorry my teacher voice came out at the end there, it felt like I was scolding two kids.” you roll your eyes as you finish. 

Matty shakes his head and looks at you shyly. He wordlessly motions you closer, and you lean in ever so slightly to hear his whisper. 

“Don't worry about it, babe, it was kind of hot actually,” he says shyly, avoiding eye contact with you as he says it. You give him a shocked look and watch the red spread on his cheeks.

A thrill of power skitters through your bones at his comment, liking seeing Matty slightly bashful. 

“Oh is that right?” Your breathy words are heavy with lust, and Matty looks at you speechless before nodding dumbly. 

You see his hand slide from his side to the front of his trousers and adjust his crotch slightly.

Oh, how very interesting.

You didn't think he'd be into that, or that you would. But you can't deny that the horny look in his eyes had you turned on. 

Teasingly, you raise your eyebrows at Matty. He bites his lip unconsciously as he stares at yours, and any resolve you had snaps. 

“Come with me” you demand, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the hall. His head shoots around to see if anyone is looking, but the only person's eyes he meets are Adam's.

He simply gives him a disbelieving chuckle and a shake of his head, knowing about the secret relationship the two of you had begun.

Matty smiles back and turns around to follow you like an eager puppy. You drag him down the empty corridors and stop in front of random doors to see if they're unlocked. Every time you jiggle a handle that doesn't move, you grumble angrily and keep dragging Matty along.

Eventually, the store cupboard door swings open, and you grin victoriously, shoving Matty in with two hands on his chest. With a thump, he smacks against the wall. The impact combined with the look of hunger in your eyes has him breathless. 

With a swing in your hips, you shut the door and stroll towards him. Once you're centimetres away from his face, Matty leans in, desperate to kiss you. 

“Ah ah ah,” you say as you pull away much to Matty's disappointment, but any sadness soon leaves his brain as you sink to your knees in front of him.

You smirk as his eyes shoot open wide, his mouth drops open as a shocked gasp crackles our from his throat.

“Oh fuck” he says disbelievingly as your hands start to smooth over his stomach and push up his shirt. 

“You like it when im bossy, huh?” You teasingly whisper and lean forward, kissing Matty's exposed stomach and tracing the spattering of hair trailing down with your tongue. 

He nods dumbly and watches you. You work your mouth over him diligently, nipping and kissing his abdomen. 

“Pleasepleaseplease just touch me!” Matty whimpers out from above you, bucking his hips forward desperately. His pathetic whimpers cause electricity to spark down your spine.

He grows increasingly impatient as you playfully kiss every inch of him. You can see him growing more and more needy for your mouth, and you love it.

Soon, it becomes too much, and he can't stay quiet.

The control you had was making you dizzy. With a firm hand, you press his hips back to the wall forcibly, pulling a weak protest from Matty's lips.

Matty couldn't care less how meagre he sounded at that moment. He needed your mouth on him now.  

before long, he isthanking whatever god there is above because your fingers begin to unbutton his trousers and pull them down his legs.

Your hands move up from his thighs to toy with the corkscrew curls you see sitting at the top of his boxers. A small damp patch sits on the front of his underwear, the dark grey making you salivate with want. 

Messily you lean forward and begin to mouth along the outline of his hard cock. The wet patch grows as more pre-cum dribbles from his head, mixing with your saliva the more you lick over him.

Pitiful noises come from deep within Matty's chest as his hand comes to rest on the back of your head subconsciously. You wrench your mouth away from him, and he whines desperately. 

“Ah no touching baby, did I say you could hold my head? Keep your hands to yourself,” you say forcefully, earning a loose nod from Matty, his head no longer feeling attached to his neck.

“M’ sorry it just feels so good i- ohmygod” you interrupt Matty by palming over his boxers harshly, giving his cock a firm squeeze that made him buckle at the waist. Almost falling forward at the sensation. 

Tantalisingly slow you pull his waistband down over his leaking cock, he groans at the pressure on his head. 

He was not sure he's ever been this hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick every time a bead of precum leaks down his shaft. The feeling of you releasing his swollen cock made his whole body fill with a visceral need for you.

You lean forward and kitten lick the tip, and Matty gasps so hard he breaks out in a fit of coughs, not prepared for any contact from your hot tongue. 

“Have you thought about this a lot, baby, huh? Me down on my knees for you? Choking on your dick? I bet you dreamt of filling my mouth with your cum” you say as you press a kiss on his rose tattoo, moving to recreate the same action to his other hip bone. Your hot breath teases Matty as you skip over where he needs you most.

His cock jumped at your words and his curls bounced in time with his needy nods, “Yes yes yes. I thought about it all the time. I dreamt of this. Just- please put your mouth on me” he whines out, trying not to buck his hips into your mouth. 

He didn't think he'd get off to being dominated, but the power in your eyes only made him more desperate for you.

“Well since you asked so nicely, my love,” you say with a sickly sweet smile before sinking your mouth on Matty quickly, taking as much as you can down your throat in one go.

The noise Matty made was animalistic, he felt completely out of control of his body. and he fucking loved it.

“SHIT. You're so fucking good at that. god-” Matty stares at your mouth, stretching out over him, admiring your red lipstick smudging on his dick. The ring of red moves further, and further down the more of him you fit in your throat. 

You moan in appreciation, which causes Matty's hips to stutter. A warning look from you has him furiously muttering out apologies.

“Im so sorry baby it just feels too good. Oh fuck- ill be good, I promise. I'll be a good boy” his cock throbbed painfully in your mouth. You marvel at the musky taste of precum on your tongue and pull it off with a wet pop. 

“Oh, you want to be my good boy?” You tease, leaning forward and letting a glob of spit fall from your plump lips onto his tip. Matty's eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of your smudged red lips spitting on him and your hand working your salvia over his aching cock. 

“Yes yes. I wanna be your good boy-” he said, straining his words as he did. clearly yearning for your praise.

“You're such a good boy, sweetheart. My good boy” You give him a cheeky smile as you sink your mouth all the way down on Matty and begin furiously working his cock in your mouth.

Matty was chanting obscenities as your mouth moved over him, getting more and more incoherent as you went. Wet slurping noises filled the air of the small cupboard along with Matty's frenzied words. 

You feel his dick pulse in your mouth, and you know he's close. His body was telling the story that he couldn't.

“M’ so so close baby- please please can I cum?” he pleads with you, looking down with wide puppy dog eyes. His begging only caused the wet patch in your underwear to grow, holding this much power over a man like Matty was turning you on beyond belief.

You pulled off with a gasp and continued to furiously pump his cock with your hand, “What was that baby? Tell me again, I didn't quite catch it over your fucking pathetic whimpers.” ever so slightly your hand slows and Matty immediately stutters to repeat himself, desperate to give you what you want.

“Fuck yes, you're gonna make me cum. FUCK. please can I cum? I really want to cum in your mouth. Please please pleaseplease-” he nods as he speaks in a desperate attempt to convince you to allow him the release he needs so intensely.

“Since you've been polite, and such a good boy” his cock leaks on your fist at the praise, revelling in you calling him good. you lean forward as you speak, your mouth teasing the tip of him.

“cum” you demand and place his dick back in your mouth.

Matty's mouth falls open, and he lets out a guttural groan, with a few weak thrusts combined with your bobbing head he spills onto your tongue.

You moan at the taste of him as his cum trickles down your throat. He pants above you as you pull off and give him a sly grin. 

You knew he was staring at you like you were an angel on earth, so you opened your mouth to present him with the ribbons of cum that sat on your tongue.

You brought your hand up and stuck your fingers in your mouth, spreading his cum around the inside of your cheeks. Even bringing some out so smudge over your lips.

As you swallow, an involuntary groan comes out of you. You lick your lips deliberately, knowing Matty loves a performance. 

He stared down at you dumbly, in shock over what he had just witnessed.

Once he was capable of speaking again Matty groaned, “fucking hell, that was insane. You're insane ” he panted as he tried to catch what little breath he had.

You smile like the Cheshire cat and rise off your knees to stand chest-to-chest with Matty. You lean in and kiss him desperately.

Matty can taste his release on your tongue, and he briefly thinks this might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to him.

His tongue chases yours urgently, trying to keep you intertwined and chase the taste of him in your mouth.

Voices outside the door pull you away from each other. You both stare nervously at the door, but luckily, the voices drift past effortlessly. 

A laugh escapes the two of you, and Matty pulls you in for a hug. His chest heaves as you burrow your nose into the junction between his neck and shoulder. You pull up slightly and lick the outside of his ear before whispering, “So I think you liked that” with a cheeky giggle.

Matty looks at you with a grin that goes ear to ear and nods slowly, both of you lightly laughing at the absurdity of the situation. 

“I definitely liked that.”

[1989luvr]

could you please write something where Mike becomes more comfortable and confident in his relationship with the reader? I think he might be worried and nervous at first but then become more relaxed when he’s with the reader, feeling comfortable enough to talk freely about how much he admires them and wants to get married one day

you’re like my fav fluff Mike writer on here so thanks!!

comfortable.

a/n: oh my god that's so sweet thank you so much i'm crying 🥹 i really hope you enjoy this! i'm so sorry this took so long, i kinda went a little off but i still hope that you enjoy this!! 🩷🩷🩷

Getting Mike comfortable in your relationship was hard, he was always very hesitant, and you didn't mind. You knew he's had a very hard life and that he might not be ready for anything yet. You stood in the kitchen making Abby's lunch before you went to work, when you felt a pair of arms go around your waist and a head on your left shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mike, ever so relaxed and content, this was new but you didn't mind. "Hey, baby" you lean your head against his. He mumbles a small 'Hi' into the fabric of your crewneck.

"You alright?" you look at him, his eyes glistening in the sunset that was leaking through the half opened blinds. "You look pretty as usual, wanted to make sure my brain wasn't fucking with me." Mike mumbles again. You smile and you feel your face grow hot. "I assure you, 'm real." you turn your head and press a kiss to his cheek. He was never really affectionate but, maybe he finally trusted you more than he already did and is finally realizing how much you love and care about him and that brought a huge smile to your face like you're a teenager again. You plated Abby's lunch and Mike's grip on your waist got tighter, you laughed confused. "Mike, cmon I gotta go give Abs her food." you softly say. "One second, please?" Mike pleads. You sigh as you give in. 5 minutes later he lets go, "Y/n, after you get back from work, can we talk?" Mike questions, following you to the table. "Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?" you ask as you set the plate on the table. "Yeah, yeah. We just haven't been able to like, uh be alone in awhile." Mike shyly plays with the strings of his hoodie while making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, I agree. I'll be back here around 7." you smile at him and gently take his hand and squeeze it. Abby comes into the room and sees that you made her lunch, "Thank you, Y/n!!" she wraps her arms around your hips and gives you a huge hug before sitting down. "Of course, sweet girl." you rub her head and that small interaction makes Mike's heart swell. "I gotta get to work, i'll see you two later." You kiss Abby's head and go to Mike and kiss the corner of his mouth and exit the house and go to your car.

"When are you going to marry her?" Abby asks once the front door is closed. "Abby!" Mike exclaims, slightly embarrassed, and locks the front door. "Oh come on, Mike! It's been like a million years!!!" Abby sighs dramatically. "It's been like six months, Abs. Haven't even told her I loved her or have had our first real kiss yet." He mumbles the last part out of Abby's ear shot. After a beat, he sits down at the table and makes conversation with her while she eats.

Later that night, you arrive back at Mike's house at seven, just like you said you would. He gave you a spare key a few weeks ago so you used that and gave a small knock before opening the door, "Mike?" you softly call out. Mike was in the bathroom, making sure his curls looked just right, he comes around the corner smiling. "How was work?" he sat on the couch, looking at you twiddling his thumbs. "Pretty decent. Didn't get yelled at too bad but old ladies, so its win in my book" you kick of your shoes neatly by the door then hang your coat up on the coat hanger and make your way to the couch and sit down.

"What did you want to talk about?" You question, facing him. "Uhm, I uh, just wanted to say thank you, for a lot of things, like putting up with me these past six months. I appreciate you and I love you so much. I know I've never said it but, after every interaction I want to say it but a big part of me is saying that it will scare you off. I love you." Mike gushes. You smiled widely scooting closer to him. "I love you too, Mike. I am more than grateful to be in your life. I know that you've gone through tough times and I'm always here for you, I'm not going anywhere." You grab his hand. "I want to be with you forever, I am committed to this, to you. I want to marry you one day, I don't know if i'm moving to fast in this, I just have felt the need to get it off my chest and-" He looks at you, but before he continues to speak you feel like you're about to burst, you swiftly cup his face and pull him in for a proper kiss.

His shaky hands meet your middle and you both melt into the kiss. In the next moment you are both pulling away for air. "Sorry, your reaction was cute. I'm just as committed to you Mike as I am to Abby. I love you guys. I love you, Mike Schmidt. To the Moon and to Saturn." You smile.

"The Moon and to Saturn?" Mike gains a bit more confidence in himself, with a boyish grin painted on his face as he pulls you closer.

"Definitely." you smile before he pulls you in for a kiss.

a/n: oh my god i'm so sorry this took so long and i'm also so sorry if some parts don't make sense i lowkey went crazy this weekend #lol but I really hope you enjoyed <333

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

Happy Holidaze: Electric Boogaloo║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| HAPPY HOLIDAZE: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor (Roxy)

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 7.2k | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), awkward conversations, angst, fluff, holiday hijinx, Tommy is a charming menace, feelings feelings feelings oh my god so many feelings

| SYNOPSIS: After a less than stellar first meeting with Sarah, you're left to wonder if you and Joel can work beyond the little bubble the two of you have been in.

✧this is the sixth installment of a oneshot collection✧ ✧◦◦║ Part 1 ║ Part 2 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ ◦◦✧

“I cannot believe you didn’t tell me she was flying in early!” you hiss under your breath.

Joel’s hands are up and out in surrender. “Baby, I just picked her up this morning. I didn’t want you worryin’ about her gettin’ here a little early. I know how nervous you’ve been about meetin’ her.”

“Oh, yeah, screaming into the house about you wrecking my dress is such a great first impression, Joel! I’m sssoooo glad you spared my nerves and didn’t tell me she was here!”

You jump back from Joel like two wrong ends of a magnet when Sarah saunters into the kitchen. “It’s okay, guys. You don’t have to whisper. I know Santa isn’t real. Secret’s out,” she laughs.

“And you’re lucky for it, too. Know your bad ass would be gettin’ coal,” Joel shoots back with a smirk.

“I dunno, dad, ruining your friend’s dress kinda seems like naughty list behavior to me,” she lobs back.

You feel incredibly out of place in their easy back and forth. At least Joel had time to prepare for the idea of meeting your parents. You try to keep your irritation in check, but the less than stellar first impression you feel like you’ve made so far makes your stomach drop.

“I-It’s fine. I was.. Just joking about the dress. It’s fine,” you stammer.

“Oh, absolutely not. Clothes are expensive. It wouldn’t be very neighborly of him to not right his wrong,” she tuts. She is barely holding back a smarmy grin at Joel who just rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath.

The heat rises up your chest and spreads to your neck. In a panic you’d taken the route of “just the friendly neighbor next door” for an introduction, and you suppose it’s not that believable of a cover - especially where mysteriously ruined dresses are concerned. Joel’s phone rings, and he grumbles about having to take the call.

“Behave,” he warns with a jutted finger at Sarah, drawing out each syllable in a stern caution to not give you too much grief in his absence. She mimes a halo above her head, and he mutters “jesus fucking christ” under his breath on his way out. With one last apologetic look, he slips into the living room, leaving you and Sarah alone once more.

“Soooo, you’re home early, huh? What a… nice surprise!” you fumble.

She curls her lips inward, but the lift at the corners of her mouth is an unmistakable, tickled pink grin. “Yep, finished all my on campus finals, so I figured there’s no point hanging around when I could be home. Just have a paper to submit for an online class, but luckily dad’s got wifi,” she quips.

“Yeah, that’s– yeah, that makes sense,” you agree.

“So you and my dad have an open door policy, huh? I was wondering why he kept leaving the patio door unlocked all the time.”

“Uummm, open door? No. No, I uh… no,” you stammer.

She doesn’t press it further, but she doesn’t really have to when you’re being such a bumbling idiot about everything. Your stomach starts to churn when you catch her giving you a sly once over. She was probably going to tell Joel he was way out of your league in more ways than one the second you left.

With no point in delaying the inevitable, you make some awkward comment about “just wanted to stop by for a minute” and “it was nice to meet you” before shuffling out the door. You felt puny and inept, woefully out of place in Joel’s family life. You shoot him a text, some lie about having a work call to get on, and hope he doesn’t try to come over.

It’s a few minutes later when he sends you a reply.

Hey, sorry about that. Tommy acts like he can’t handle one fucking day being supervisor.

You weren’t there when I got off the phone. Sarah said you had to go quick. Everything okay?

You sigh and swallow back the warm lump in your throat.

 yeah just have a work call

sorry i couldnt say bye before i left

The bubbles pop up on your screen, and you hold your breath waiting for his response to come through.

You still upset with me? I didn’t think you’d come over during work hours. Thought I had more time to give you the heads up. Didn’t want you worrying about it.

Your breath comes a little shaky. You push all the overwhelming feelings down and type out your text.

no i was just caught off guard is all. wish i couldve made a better impression :(

He predictably replies with reassurances that you made a perfectly fine first introduction and how much Sarah has been enjoying giving him shit about you. You don’t push it and just respond okay.

Sure wish you could play hookey and come do some Christmas shopping with us today.

You lie and say you wish you could but are swamped with meetings the rest of the day. You don’t take the first full breath in hours until you hear Joel’s truck start up and leave. The buzzing static feeling in your lips starts to fade with more regulated breaths. This isn’t how you’d imagined things going. You’d been stewing in feelings and worries about how you might not fit so easily into Joel’s life once it broadened past just the two of you. You kept meaning to work up the nerve to talk to him about it, but you always felt silly at the last minute and pulled back.

Direct communication hadn’t exactly been a strength for either of you, and relying so much on a silent understanding of one another and the feelings involved wasn’t going to cut it anymore. You hadn’t even broached the topic of whether or not you wanted to start using terms like “girlfriend and boyfriend” or “partner” or whatever else. You aren’t even sure all of what he’s told Sarah about you and the nature of your relationship. The closest you’d gotten to putting a label on things was when you’d both rambled back and forth about being mine and yours when he ate you out in the parking lot after the dinner date.

You don’t text or call Joel for the rest of the day like you normally would because Joel hasn’t texted or called like he normally would. You understand of course he’s spending time with his child that lives out of state for a good chunk of the year and is probably focused on her, and you wouldn’t dream of begrudging her of that one-on-one time with him. Still, it stirred up more questions for you about how and where you fit into the scheme of things.

You weren’t used to sharing most of Joel’s time and attention, but neither was Sarah. He’d admitted before that he never really had a steady girlfriend pretty much ever, and you weren’t about to be the stereotypical younger girlfriend who showed up out of nowhere, pouting and demanding to be top priority. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt and make you a little jealous that Sarah would always be his number one priority, though. 

It’s just what parents are supposed to do, right? And a single dad, no less. They’d spent so much of their lives coexisting that you felt a bit like a splinter in the groove as you tried to shove your way into a space that you didn’t belong to, that was never meant for you to occupy.

Sarah was younger than you, but not by a whole lot. Although you were on the upswing since your bad breakup, you didn’t much feel like a professional working adult who was rapidly approaching their 30s. Sarah seemed to have her shit together, but that wasn’t much of a surprise considering she had someone like Joel in her corner to cheer her on and support her in any way she needed.

From what he had told you in passing or through stories shared, she had a good head on her shoulders, was gorgeous, and in her prime of life, ready to take on the world. She had taken a few gap years in between graduating high school before she opted to attend higher education. She wanted to take some time to consider what academic path she’d like to pursue before taking out a bunch of loans. Smart, smart girl.

You sigh and rub at the gripping headache at the base of your skull that’s starting to throb from all the overthinking. You don’t want to see Joel right now or even risk talking over the phone for fear that whatever over the top melodrama you were needlessly stewing in would bubble up and spill over. If Sarah wasn’t already telling him he could do way better than the likes of you, an emotional outburst would probably be enough to convince him that this entire thing was a fluke. You send Joel a partially truthful text saying that you’re heading to bed early because of a migraine and will talk to him later. By the time you crawl into bed, he still hasn’t responded.

You avoid Joel like the plague for the next couple of days. He’d called the morning after your migraine to check on you, and you chalked it up to a stressful end of the fourth quarter prep work for the looming Tax Day just a few months out. He believed you because why wouldn’t he? You’d never lied to him like this before, avoided him like this.

You tell yourself you’re just giving Joel and Sarah some much needed catching up time, just giving them room to breathe and settle back into their dynamic without having some awkward third wheel like you tagging along and imposing on a good thing.

But in reality, you were just scared. Old habits die hard. You can’t keep drowning in your own thoughts like this. It’s a crippling torment just looping the same anxieties over and over again in your mind. You need to put on a brave face and talk with Joel. If Sarah was there, you’d have to just suck up the embarrassing first meeting and move on.

It wasn’t doing anybody any good to avoid all of it. Even if you felt like you were leaving yourself wide open for hurt or rejection or disappointment, Joel deserved you at least trying. He deserved for you to get out of your comfort zone and give it a shot no matter how much your gut turned and pinched.

You make your way over and slide the patio glass door open. For some reason you’re almost surprised that it’s still unlocked for you, that Joel still wants you. Muffled music and voices from the TV float into the kitchen. Based on the exaggerated sound effects and hyperbolic commentary of what can only be some trashy reality TV show, you’re pretty confident it’s not Joel in the living room. You inhale a big pull of air and follow the sound.

“Hey,” you greet softly, a nervous wave to a sprawled out Sarah.

Her head snaps up from the pillow, phone in hand dropping to her chest when she sees you. “Oh, hey!”

She doesn’t seem cagey or reserved. The first of what you hope is an encouraging sign. “Is Jo–Is your dad home?” you correct yourself quickly.

Sarah props herself up on her elbows and grins. “Yeah, he’s upstairs. Said he was gonna take a shower in a little bit.” Right on cue, the sound of rushing water drifts through the walls and ceiling.

“Oh. Okay. I, um, I can just come back lat–”

“You can hang if you want?” she interrupts. There’s a more entreating slant in her tone and body language as she sits up fully. She mutes the TV and gestures to the empty end of the couch.

Fuck.

“Oh, thanks,” is the feeble reply you manage.

She perks up at your concession to stay. You must look like a rigid board as you sit down. Your entire body is tense, and you can’t quite get it out of “fight, flight, or freeze mode.”

“I’m gonna grab a drink. You want anything?” she calls over her shoulder, already halfway to the kitchen. You really, really wish she meant something with enough ethanol to be dangerous next to an open flame, but you just tell her a bottle of water would be great. She returns in less than a minute with a can of soda for herself and a bottle of water for you. You immediately open it just to give your hands something to do other than shake.

You attempt a casual sip but feel more rigid than the Tin Man before he was baptized in WD-40 by Dorothy. A little bit of it dribbles down your chin, and you swipe it away before Sarah can watch you struggle to even drink like a normal human being. She finishes another big gulp of her soda and sets it off to the side, settling her gaze directly onto you again. Her legs are tucked underneath her, head propped up by her elbow on the back of the couch. Comfortable. Confident. Focused. You give an awkward smile and take another sip of water.

“Sssoooo, are you and my dad, like, a thing?”

You sputter into your drink but manage to finish your sip without coughing it up everywhere.

A sly grin curves her mouth like she had uncovered a not-so-secret secret.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured. He got all weird and giggly when I asked him about you.”

“You-You asked him? About us? I mean, about me?” The wry smile lobbed your way spoke loud and clear: girl, come the fuck on. “I, uh, I mean, how’d you- why’d you think to even ask him about us-about me?” Wow, great job on playing it cool.“Oh, you mean other than him smiling like an idiot at his phone but hides the screen before I can see who he’s texting? Or other than him practically slobbering over you taking your trash cans out yesterday, watching you from the window like a creep? Or–” “Okay, okay,” you giggle nervously. “I, uh … okay.” “So, how long have you been dating?” She didn’t seem upset at all. In fact, she was in classic “girls night gossip” sitting position. “Dating? Uummmmm,” you trail off. “Friends with benefits?” she volunteers with a soft grimace.

Your whole face screws up with frenzied denial and mortification that the conversation has taken such a hard left. “Look, I get it. This is sorta awkward. I’m not trying to jump your shit. I just.. I do want to make sure my dad is, I dunno… not setting himself up for a broken heart or something,” she admits. You want to tell her that Joel is definitely the better of your pairing and would be just fine if things had to split off between the two of you, but you hold your tongue and let her finish. “I mean, I’m not gonna lie and say I was thrilled when I confirmed you weren’t much older than I am. My dad is successful enough, with the family business and everything, and it wouldn’t be the first time a younger chick has tried to set herself up in a ‘comfortable living situation’, or whatever.” Sarah’s words stung a bit, but you appreciated her blunt honesty instead of just hating on you silently.

“How’d you—”

“I figured out you were younger on my own,” she interjects with the answer to your unfinished question. She was clearly proud of her sleuthing skills.

“Oh… so….”

“I cannot begin to explain to you the level of embarrassment of having all your dormmates hear your dad say ‘bricked up’ over speakerphone,” she winces.

“Oh no,” you giggle, pressing your hand against your mouth to stifle it.

“Yeah,” she gripes with a conspiratorial laugh. “Coming from the same man who warned me not to get ‘too crunk’ at frat parties? Dead giveaway he had somebody on the younger side giving him some crazy intel.”

You wrinkle your nose imagining how it would’ve been to hear your mom or dad say “crunk” OR “bricked up.” 

Sarah laughs pointedly in recognition. “Yeah! EXACTLY!”

“Sorry about that. Totally my fault,” you confess. “And I’m- I don’t care about his money or anything like that. I’m not looking for that.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t think it’s like that,” she assures you with a dismissive wave. “I mean, you sound pretty nice. I’ve been wanting to meet you, honestly. And, my dad is..” She peered up at the ceiling in search of the right combination of words. She smiles and looks back at you with soft eyes. “I knew something was up like a few weeks before the semester started when I was taking my little mini trip with my friends,” she explained. “He sounded, like, happy. Like, actually happy. Not just trying to sound happy so I wouldn’t feel bad about leaving him all by himself back home.”

You smile a little knowing that even then he’d been affected by you just as you’d been by him.

“And then he actually mentioned you one of the next times I called, said you were helping him with finance stuff because you’re an accountant, and that made me feel way better.”

“What do you mean? Made you feel better that I was helping him or that I was an accountant?” you ask.

“Oh, I guess it’s sorta both? But mostly that you were an accountant. That’s kinda, like – I dunno – it adds 10 years or something to your age, like, mentally to me. So I knew you weren’t just some regular 20 something that bounced from thing to thing.”

The way Sarah said “that just bounced from thing to thing” should’ve had the subtitles “that just bounced from sugar daddy dick to sugar daddy dick” emblazoned in the air.

“Hey, what’s wrong with being an accountant?” you rebut.

Sarah’s hand covers over her mouth with a choked cackle. “Fuck, that sounded SO rude. I swear to god I didn’t mean it like that! Ugh, oh my god, let me try that again.” She rubbed her hand across her forehead with some well-earned embarrassment. A small part of you is grateful to not be the only one fumbling with basic social etiquette and conversation.

“What I should have said was that you being an accountant meant you were smart and, like, had your shit together. And then you helping dad with saving money for his business and getting it organized better, it let me know I didn’t have to worry about you, like, taking advantage of him or something.”

Hm, that was better, but you’re still not thrilled with her first hot take.

“No, definitely not. He’s a good guy. He’s helped me out a lot, too, since I moved here.”

“Yeah, why did you move back here? He got super weird when I asked,” she says, leaning forward with interest.

Dammit. Well, you were already in this deep, and Joel was apparently still marinating his entire body in water like a fucking fish. Might as well just get it out.

“I caught my fiance cheating on me, so I called off the wedding and moved back home.”

Her browline notched upward. “Damn.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a humorless laugh. “Just packed everything up and left. Never looked back.”

Her lips jut up and out with a frown dipping on either side of her mouth. “And that’s when you met my dad.”

“And that’s when I met Joel,” you confirm. “And that’s also when I realized my ex cheating on me was actually a blessing in disguise. Because as much as it hurt and turned my entire world upside down, it’s the reason I came back home and met your dad in the first place. And meeting him has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You swallow past the lump in your throat and command yourself to not cry like an idiot in front of her.

She nods her head and wears an easy grin. “Yeah, I think he wouldn’t say no to sending the guy some flowers as a thank you for fumbling you so bad and sending you directly his way.”

A sharp exhale mixes with a laugh. You can picture it now. “Probably hand deliver them so he could beat his ass first, though,” you joke.

Sarah’s head tips back as she chortles in agreement. “Oh my god, yes. Totally.”

“What’s all the commotion in here?”

You both turn to see Joel ambling into the living room. You hadn’t even heard the water cut off. He glances between the two of you like he’s gauging the mood in the room, and his shoulders sag a little in relief when he picks up on the levity.

“She tellin’ you embarrassing stories about me?” he charges.

“All your stories are embarrassing, dad, because they’re about you,” she mocks.

“Not gonna think it’s funny when you gotta explain to your friends that you can’t go out because you’re grounded,” comes his fake threat.

“Oh please, I almost want to keep going just to see you try to enforce that,” she snorts. She pops up from the couch with her half drunk soda and passes Joel with a soft pat on his shoulder. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you value your alone time too much to keep me locked up here with you 24/7.” She saunters away and leaves Joel with his mouth dropped open in a stunned silence. Footsteps creak up the stairs. A soft click of a door. Joel finally turns to you all pink and flustered.

You suddenly remember what you came here for in the first place.

“Hey,” you breathe.

“Hey,” he parrots with a soft grin.

His body crowds yours in a flash, taking advantage of the aforementioned and suggestive “alone time.” His nose drags up the column of your throat, and you just breathe each other in for a moment. “Missed you,” he mumbles against your temple where he makes lazy passes with his lips. You clutch him tighter and bury your head into him. “Missed you, too.”

You draw back enough to make eye contact. “We need to talk — no, not like that,” you add in a hasty reassurance when his face flashes concern. “Just need to clarify a few things I’ve been putting off.”

You let Joel guide you onto the couch next to him. You decide it’s best to just be honest about everything, even if it’s not particularly flattering or easy to say. You tell him about how you don’t want to elbow your way into his family life. You tell him all the things that make you nervous, about how you were upset that you’d made an idiot of yourself in front of Sarah. You tell him all the things you and Sarah had just discussed not even 15 minutes ago. You feel like you’ve been stringing one word right into the next, all in one breath, by the time you finish spilling your guts to him.

You finally say your last piece and wait for whatever happens next. Joel snatches you against him into a hungry kiss, tongue licking and rolling against yours. You grab fistfuls of his t-shirt to hoist yourself closer. His eyes dance, wild and fierce, when he pauses for a moment.

“You belong here because you belong with me, and it really is that simple.”

You give him a nod of understanding when he raises an eyebrow.

“I wanna shout from the fuckin’ rooftops that you’re mine. I want to knock on every damn door in this entire neighborhood just to tell people that I managed to pull the most amazing, beautiful, smart woman on the planet. I wanna tell anybody who’ll listen that you’re my girl, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch to walk this earth.”

“Show me,” you rasp.

His pupils blow wide at your invitation. He’s ushering you out the patio door with a manic call over his shoulder to Sarah that he’ll “be back in a minute”. You barely make it through your door before you’re tearing at each other’s clothes and stripping yourselves bare as you clamber to the bedroom. Your mouth is on him before he can take control of the situation, and he hisses when you swallow him down to the root. You work him until he’s stiff in your mouth, spearing into your throat. His breathing stutters when you drag his hands to the back of your head, urging him to fuck your throat.

He makes a few deep but slow passes to test your reflex, and then his cock is disappearing down your throat in a series of rough jerks. Spit bubbles and smears everywhere, but you couldn’t care less. You want him to make a mess of you. You want him to know that he’s free to use you like this, to take any part of you he wants however he wants. He pulls himself from the pitch of your throat and gasps. 

“Get on your hands and knees now,” he growls.

You whimper and position yourself how he ordered. You’ve not completely found your bearings when Joel is behind you and cupping your leaking wet slit. “Fuck–so goddamn wet,” he groans. “You gonna let me fuck you raw? Gonna get stretched out on my cock with nothing in between it and your needy little pussy?”

Your eyes flutter shut, and your body is already reacting to the idea of it. “Please, Joel. Please! I need you so bad.”

He eases himself into your core, pacing himself as he’s pulled in and swallowed up by your eager hole. You moan in unison when he finally bottoms out. He starts rocking into you in much the same way he took your throat: fast, heavy, and savage. He drapes himself over your back but never slows his hips. Your belly hangs and sways, making a loud slapping sound every time Joel pistons into you. A feral growl rips from his throat when he grabs two large handfuls of your belly and fucks harder.

“Fuckin’—love fuckin’ you so hard— goddamn — your fuckin’— belly slaps all over,” he grits out. “Make your entire–hhnnggg shit—entire ass shake when I—fuck you this hard.”

“Keep going, keep going,” you beg. The hot tendril licking up your spine draws tighter and hotter. Joel releases one hand from your belly and uses the flat of it to slap your clit. Your entire body locks up as you start to come. You collapse onto the bed just as Joel pulls out and presses a hand down into you while hot white ropes paint your ass and back. His ragged groans turn whiny as he empties himself all over you.

He flops beside you onto his back and catches his breath. “Wanted to–last longer–than that,” he pants.

You wheeze a laugh and sling an arm over his middle. Your eyes grow heavy, your heart light. The soft sweep of a wet cloth across your back rouses you. You exhale a dreamy sigh as Joel cleans you up and settles back into bed with you, dragging a blanket around the two of you. You snuggle up close, tucking your head under his chin, and feel nothing but peace and belonging.

“Got a lotta papers over there about pressure points, massage oils, and muscle groups. Looks pretty erotic to me,” he probes.

A lazy smile forms along the line of your mouth. “Hhhmmm, yeah, it can be, I guess. It’s mostly focused on tension release, but there’s a few parts about tantric massage,” you hum.

“Mmmm, sounds like somebody’s been busy.”

“Yeah, I’ve been taking some online classes for at home massage. It’s a Christmas present for my boyfriend.”

Joel chuckles and rubs his hands up and down your back. “Boyfriend, huh? You think he might get his gift a little early this year if he’s been real nice?”

You tilt your head back and smile. “I’m a pretty good girlfriend, so I think he’s got a decent chance.”

“You are a pretty good girlfriend, I gotta say,” he agrees with a twinkle in his eye.

Joel had taken you up on the early access to his Christmas gift no fewer than 4 times already. Your entire house smelled like lavender, and you have been doused in so much oil the past week you feel like an honorary slip n slide. Joel of course introduced his own techniques –  like pouring a bunch of oil all over your chest so he could titty fuck you – and made an absolute mess of you, himself, and any surface area in a 5 foot radius of your bed. It had been a blur of fucking and snuggling ever since your little breakthrough moment, and you swear Joel was just making up situations where he could refer to you as his girlfriend.

It felt lighter and freer again. Communication efforts on both your ends had been a bit bumpy at first, but you’d manage to speak candidly about Christmas plans without any hesitation or anxiety. You opted to let Joel have his brother over and spend Christmas with just him and Sarah. You felt more comfortable giving them that space, and Joel admitted he felt like he wouldn’t have to worry about the two of them harassing you about the relationship. It was good, but all of this labeling and talking was something new – too new to risk with a mouthy brother and an even mouthier daughter. He’d be so happy you understood he wanted you to share Christmas together without the interference and pressure from his heckling family.

So when you’re sitting cozied up watching holiday movies on Christmas morning, the doorbell takes you by surprise. You check your phone, but Joel hasn’t texted anything other than from earlier that morning. The doorbell rings again, accompanied by a loud knocking.

You spring up and rush to the door. You only ever considered it could be Joel on the other side, so your disheveled, pajama wearing self didn’t think much of your appearance until Sarah and a man who looked an awful lot like Joel stood waiting on your porch. You weren’t prepared for any sort of human interaction, at least not this early in the day, and you silently blink at your surprise guests.

“Hey. Uncle Tommy wanted to meet you, and my dad said he wasn’t going to invite you over because we were gonna harass you. So anyway, we snuck over here when he went to the bathroom just now,” Sarah chirps.

“Oh boy. Hi, Tommy. Nice to meet you.” You shoot him a shy smile and gesture for them both to come inside.

“Nice to meet you, sugar. Been dyin’ to see who has my big brother all worked up on site every day,” he drawls. He winks at you, and you almost laugh at how insanely charming he is. He gave Joel a run for his money.

“You should come over to the house and do Christmas with us,” Sarah pipes up.

“Oh, I’m not sure Joel would—”

“Looks like you can see for yourself what the big guy’s got to say,” Tommy cuts in with a snicker. You follow his pointer finger until you see Joel stomping across your yard and up your porch.

“Goddammit, you morons!” he shouts through the door.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and open the door. “Sorry, invitation only,” you joke. He looks flustered and aggravated, glaring over your head at Tommy and Sarah. They pay him no mind and busy themselves inspecting the graham cracker gingerbread houses that were still sitting out. 

“Got us a real Picasso with this one,” he rags. He pokes at the tip of the toothpick nipple Joel had crafted you. He presses a finger into Joel’s house, and an entire section of it collapses. “Damn, got some poorly constructed shit over here, though. Just hope whoever slapped this thing together ain’t out in the real world buildin’ anything.”

Sarah erupts into thunderous laughter.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you both,” he growls.

“Hey.” A gentle hand over his chest draws his attention back to you. “It’s alright. I’m okay.”

His eyes search yours for any hint of discomfort or apprehension. You know he will only find warmth and amusement. Sarah announces that you’re joining them for Christmas back at the house, and Joel once again scours your expression, your words, your movements for anything other than an enthusiastic agreement. He doesn’t relax when you get dressed and walk back to his house together. He doesn’t relax when you settle into the couch next to him and watch Sarah open her gifts. He doesn’t even relax when you’re laughing along with all the little volleys of insults between the three of them.

He holds onto that worry - the anxiety that his daughter or his brother are going to put their foot in their mouths and say something that makes you feel like you don’t belong – up until Tommy misses the fourth marshmallow in a row being fired from Sarah’s marshmallow blaster. It’s then that you’re curled up into him, hand resting on his thigh, and give Tommy shit about missing so many times in a row.

“I can’t believe a horse had to be boiled down into a gelatin just to end up the marshmallow that some jackass can’t even catch when it’s launched directly at his mouth,” you quip.

Tommy and Sarah howl with laughter. You turn to look at Joel, proud of your heckling, and plant a big kiss onto his mouth. He chuckles against your lips and finally lets go, kissing you back tenderly.

“Okay, new rule. No making out on the couch,” Sarah carps.

“Shutup and open up the rest of your shit,” Joel gripes.

“Well unless your frenching partner brought me something, I already opened everything.”

You shrug and mutter “oopsie” in a feigned apology for the lack of gift.

“Wow, I can’t believe my stepmom didn’t get me anything for Christmas,” Sarah deadpans. You groan a laugh and shove your head into your hands. You can’t even pretend it’s not absolutely hilarious and cringeworthy. “Sarah, you are a fucking PAIN IN MY ASS,” Joel snips.

You, Sarah, and Tommy all share a good laugh over her comment and Joel’s subsequent reaction, and you feel like the entire rest of the day is spent being overwhelmed with joy and silliness. By the time Tommy heads out, you feel like this is the hundredth Christmas you’ve spent with Joel and his family. It’s all mirth and warmth and affinity.

Sarah is yawning and stretching as the day rolls on. “Okay, I’m gonna go nap for a little bit. Please no stuffing anybody’s stockings while I’m upstairs, alright?”

“Jesus fucking christ, Sarah,” Joel snaps.

She ignores him and sings out a loud reimagining of a Christmas classic that echoes down the hallway as she heads to her room.

“‘Tis the season to be cuffing, fa la la la la la lallaalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” “What the fuck does that even mean? That don’t even make any sense, Sarah!” Joel’s exasperation was incredibly amusing.

“If you don’t know what cuffing means, just ask my stepmom,” Sarah calls down before shutting her door with a cackle.

Joel pinches the bridge of his nose, completely out of his depth trying to keep Sarah from making tongue in cheek remarks. “I know you’re sort of annoyed right now, but oh my god, Joel, I kinda adore her already,” you titter. “Last thing I need is you two teaming up against me,” he huffs and laughs, relaxing a little at your good-natured reception to Sarah’s teasing. Joel shifts his weight back and forth for a moment, staring at you like he wanted to ask something. “It means linking up, Joel. Like, being in a relationship,” you answer his unasked question. “Ohh, alright. Yeah, I was wondering. Weirdest fuckin’ slang nowdays. ‘Cuffing’?” he scoffs. “I’m just here to help interpret,” you giggle.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. You just keep your ass parked right there for a minute. I’m gonna go grab your present.”

You’d actually forgotten about a present from Joel. When he returns with a decent sized box, your curiosity runs wild. You unwrap it carefully when he tells you it’s breakable. The tissue paper parts, and you’re staring at a lawn gnome. Specifically, you’re staring at the exact garden gnome you’d seen in the airplane catalog during your weekend getaway. It was the banker passing for an accountant garden ornament that Joel had teased you about endlessly for wanting.

“What the hell?” you breathe.

“It’s the accountant gnome you wanted. From our trip? Remember?”

“Yeah, of course I remember, Joel. I– You actually remembered that? And got this for me?” You didn’t have crying over a garden gnome on your Christmas Day bingo card, but here we are.

“You never wanna to spend money on anything, and so I got it for you since you liked it so much,” he explains. He shrugs like it’s obvious and no big deal.

It wasn’t some grand gesture or crazy expensive gift in your hands, and yet it was probably the most meaningful and thoughtful gift you’d ever received. Joel, who listened to all your little comments. Joel, who took inventory of the things you said and the way you react. Joel, who sees you for who you are and celebrates every last detail from massive to miniscule.

Joel, the man you love.

“I’m in love with you,” you whisper.

His breath catches. His hand grips tighter around your arm and back. Time feels syrupy and slow as he stares at you with an incredulous expression that morphs into a slap happy smile. “I love you,” he whispers back. 

He watches your face, drinks in every little tick and lift and change, and breaks into an ear to ear grin. “I love you,” he says again.

“I love you, Joel,” you sniff. “I know it’s so soon, but I can’t help it.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care if it’s too soon or not because I wanna be with you. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now,” he says in a hush.

You embrace and melt into each other’s mouths. It’s a captivating thing, thrumming with the frenetic energy of two people burnt up with the fire for one another. You only pull away when the gnome starts to press into your torsos from where it rests in your lap. Joel takes your hand and stands, pulling you up with him.

“I wanna show you somethin’.” He sounds shy, unsure maybe. He takes the gnome and hold it as you walk hand in hand up the stairs. He stops outside a closed door near the end of the hallway and guides you inside. It’s too dark with the door closed to make anything out. A light flickers on with the flip of a switch, and your eyes adjust to the layout of what looks to be a home office. It’s not heavily furnished, but all the necessities are there to signal it as a workspace.

“Baby, I was gonna wait to ask you, but I don’t think I can wait anymore,” he starts.

He walks you to the desk and sets the gnome on an empty space in the shelf above it. “I think it would look real good right here, lookin’ at it with the window behind it and all.” He laughs under his breath to himself. “But if you’d rather it be someplace else, I guess I could accept it bein’ in the front lawn.”

You shake your head. “I’m not following?”

The heavy look he pins you with makes your knees feel wobbly. “I want this to be your office, darlin’. I-I want for this to be your workspace. I cleared it out and got it set up a bit, but we can make it into whatever you want.”

“I still don’t—”

“I want you to move in with me,” he bids. “I want you to live with me. I want to–I wanna live together.”

Once it clicks, there’s no hesitation. “Yeah,” you agree.

“Yeah?” he repeats, voice notching up in excitement.

You shake your head yes and find your way back into each other’s arms.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he asserts.

You find yourselves wound together in his bed – your bed? – unwilling to be apart now that you’ve so decidedly melded into a single, solitary unit. You’re drifting off for at least the sixth time when Joel pipes up again.

“Here, I got one for ya. Just made up a new slang term. 'Gonna have a quickie with my thickie.'” He wiggles his eyebrows and gropes at your ass, just to stick the landing of his peak cringe dad humor.

“What is wrong with you?” you snicker. “Your dad jokes are ten times worse since Sarah got back. It’s like her presence gave you a power-up or something.” “I’m not hearin’ a no?” he grinned against your neck.

“You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to get in my pants.”

“Alright, get ready for some holiday themed pick ups.” He clears his throat theatrically, and you are already trying not to break.

“Santa ain’t the only one who needs to unload his sack,” he purrs into your ear. “I’m calling the fucking cops,” you mutter, trying desperately to not let your amused hum turn into a laugh. “Your left leg is Thanksgiving, and your right leg is New Year’s Eve. Can I spend Christmas with you in between?” “Huh? Spend Chris– Oh my god. Longest and most confusing eating a pussy joke ever,” you groan. “Santa ain’t the only thing coming tonight?” “That doesn’t even work anymore, Joel. It’s not Christmas Eve.” You can’t help but let out a tiny tittering laugh. “Your name must be winter because you’ll be coming soon.” “Again, doesn’t work. Winter started, like, last week. And now you can never be mad at Sarah for her awful puns because I see exactly who she got that from.” You were in a full blown fit of giggles over his crude dad jokes that weren’t quite hitting the mark. Joel was laughing at himself, trying to stick the landing on at least one joke. “Wanna see my North Pole?” You both had to cover your faces to keep from laughing too loud.

“Okay, alright alright. Christmas ones ain’t doin’ it for ya. How about New Year’s?” he suggests.

“I swear to god, Joel, if you say something about watching your balls drop or something about getting stroked at midnight…”

His whole body shakes with laughter at being called out so accurately and quickly. “Alright, I’ll cut the stupid puns, but you hafta promise to be my midnight kiss.”

“Always,” you vow.

You don’t get a chance to decipher the fleeting look of something wishful across Joel’s face before he’s pulling you in for another kiss.

I cannot believe I actually managed to finish this two parter before the year was up. It is probably riddled with errors, but fuck it lmao. I hope you all enjoyed this next part of their story!

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

[kissorkill16]

The Source: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity goes to someone who she thinks knows about Crowface.

Trinity stepped into the police station, soaking wet. She had to run through rain without an umbrella to get here, but she didn't care. She came here to discuss something very important with a certain someone.

She stepped to the front desk, her face stern.

"I'm here to visit Theodore Peterson.", she said.

The desk worker looked down at her, confused. "Are you a relative of his?"

"No, sir. I'm his neighbor. I need to see him."

Despite his reluctance, the desk worker guided her to the back doors.

A room full of cages and criminals, leading down a dark hallway. So many people filled those cages, so many deranged and unhinged people, men and women who have probably committed worse crimes than Mr. Peterson.

"You get 5 minutes.", that was the last thing he said before he left Trinity in the hallway.

Trinity walked down the dark hallway, not daring to make eye contact with the people in the cages, and just stared down straight.

She finally made it down to the end of the hallway, and there he was.

Hunched over, in a yellow dress shirt, brown pants, and blue argyle sweater, sat Mr. Peterson. He looked almost demonic. When he looked up at Trinity, she could practically see the fire in his eyes.

"Hello, Peterson.", she said. Mr. Peterson didn't answer, she just stared at her, but Trinity just stared back, totally unfazed.

"It's been a minute, hasn't it? It seems like just yesterday, you were arrested for nearly killing me and my friends.", she said. She didn't know why she was rambling, maybe she just wanted to ease him into a conversation to make the situation less awkward. "But apart from that -"

"Why are you here?"

Trinity's eyes widened. She didn't expect him to talk, but this seemed like her only chance for answers, so she'd take anything she could get. She pulled her Golden Apple coin from her pocket, and showed it to Mr. Peterson.

"I want answers.", she started. "A bird hybrid creature is after us, and these coins are somehow involved. I kept seeing these coins wherever I saw you, you seemed to be collecting them for whatever reason."

Mr. Peterson stared at her, listening intently.

"But then you gave the bag full of them to the cop, like it was nothing. But when I got it, I received a note from Crowface saying how if I lose it, I'm a goner."

She paused for a moment, before saying "Now you're probably going to die, too. But before you do, I need answers to whatever the hell is going on in this fucked up town."

Mr. Peterson stood up and walked towards her, "You foolish little girl. You got yourself into this mess, and now he's got you too."

Trinity looked puzzled.

"For one thing, his name isn't Crowface, we call him The Guest. He's been on my case ever since my dear daughter died."

Trinity looked even more puzzled. "Died? But you said she went missing. You said both of your children went missing after your wife died!"

"That was a cover up story. I knew if anyone found out she died, they'd take my son away from me. I kept my son in my basement to keep him safe."

The man stopped speaking low, and started growling.

"You think I wanted anymore of my family to be taken away from me? When I've already lost so much?! You think it was easy for me trying to keep my son safe, when you reckless little brats kept annoying me every minute of the day?!"

"Well if you were so damn annoyed by Nicky, then why the hell didn't you just kill him when you had the chance?!"

Trinity backed against the wall, she closed her eyes and held her hand to her heart. She inhaled and exhaled before continuing.

"Why didn't you just end it yourself? He kept breaking into your house, touching all of your stuff and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. What's even more confusing is that he was right across the street from you, and you didn't even set foot past the curb. He taunted you from across the street and you didn't give a damn. Why's that?"

Mr. Peterson inhaled and exhaled.

"At first, I didn't even care that he broke in. When I first caught him snooping around, I simply chased him out and assumed he'd be smart enough to stay away. Then I figured it'd be fun to sit back and just watch his reputation go to shit. Everyone saw me as the poor, lonely widow who lost his wife and kids, and him as the hotheaded brat who accused an innocent man of murder."

"But why did you kidnap him?", asked Trinity.

"The boy knew too much, Trinity. At that point, I knew he'd go running off to you and the cycle would repeat. So I just kept him locked down in the basement with my son. I originally planned to just bury him alive in my backyard, but then I thought it'd be nice for my son to have a friend. He was getting kind of lonely down there, and I wasn't always around."

Trinity stared at Mr. Peterson in horror. "This fucking psychopath.", she thought.

"I thought he'd be more of a fighter, but it didn't take long for me to break him and turn him into a little doll. I could've done the same thing to you and your friends, but too bad you escaped so soon."

Trinity couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shoved the coin back in her pocket, her fists clenched.

"Nicky's right. You are a monster."

Mr. Peterson looked at her dead in the eye, his eyes nearly glowing red.

"What did you just say to me, little girl?"

"You are a monster! Lying about your children going missing, kidnapping a child just so your son could have a friend in that house, and making Nicky look like the bad guy when the real bad guy was you!", she said, "You're nothing but a monster."

That was when Mr. Peterson growled out loud, he tried grabbing at him, the bars on the metal door holding him back. Trinity stepped away, still clutching her chest.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! I'M NOT THE MONSTER! I WAS NEVER THE MONSTER! THEY'RE THE REAL MONSTERS! IT'S THEM! IT'S ALL THEM!"

Mr. Peterson lowered his arm, calming down and grinning slowly.

"You're trapped in this mess, just like me. First it was me, and now it's you. I lost everything, and you're about to lose so much more."

He looked at the girl with menace in his eyes. "You're just going deeper down the rabbit hole, and the deeper you get, the harder it is to find your way back to the surface. If you don't let this all go and just accept your fate,..."

He paused before continuing.

"Who will they blame when your friends turn up dead?"

Trinity slapped Mr. Peterson through the metal bars and ran out of the hallway, and out of the police station.

She ran all the way back home, and into her room, flopping down on her bed and curling up.

She sat up, took in a deep breath and thought "Fine. If no one's going to help us, then we'll do this ourselves."

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem! Reader

Chapter six: change of heart

Your POV

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I woke up from my sleep pretty early at 5:30 this morning. I remember I didn't really get to plan last night for today's lesson so I decided to spend around an hour doing that. Today we would be doing history so I had to gather a lot of information which took forever. After I decided to get ready because it was almost time for Flora's lesson. I dressed in a long sleeve red shirt with jeans and black shoes. I put my hair up away from my face and headed downstairs.

When I walked into the room I saw Miles reading to Flora. I smiled at how nice it was and put my stuff down on my desk. Miles acknowledged me and tapped Flora's shoulder to point to me. I hugged Flora good morning and walked over to Miles.

"Morning Miles.. what're you reading?" I ask as he turns the cover towards me. "Laura Ingles Wilder? You're into Little House On The Prairie?" I playfully shove his shoulder with a surprised look on my face.

"I mean Flora picked it out, but it's cool." Miles shrugs but smiles at the book.

An hour into Flora's lesson I can tell she's getting restless and needs to get up and move around. Miles is in his room and I decided I wanted to see if he was going to leave or not.

"Hey Flora, let's take a fifteen minute break okay? I'll be back." I say as I go to find Miles letting Flora play with her toys.

"Hey Miles?" I say through the door as I knock on it. I hear a faint 'hm?' "Can I come in? I wanna speak with you." Miles opens the door, nodding his head to the side as a gesture to come in. I walk in and see a small suitcase on his bed. "So..you're leaving again?" I saw looking at the suitcase sadly.

"Actually, no. I was just putting my stuff away." He smiles as he looks at me raising an eyebrow.

"Wait really?" I looked at him with a snap of my neck shocked. "You're staying?!" I let out a happy breath.

"Yeah I mean, I'd feel bad leaving Flora after just coming back. Plus by the time I came back you probably would have been gone. You know, summer." He sighs putting his hands in his pant pockets.

"Why? Do you want me to stay for summer?" I joke looking back at the suitcase.

"I mean..I wouldn't be opposed..?" Miles says shrugging looking at me again with a curved sly smile on his face.

"Oh really now? Thanks for the offer Fairchild, I'll think on it.." I smile at him and walk out of the room closing the door.

'Does he really want me to stay?! Holy shit holy shit!' I yell in my head walking back to Flora's study.

A few hours later I heard the guitar coming from Miles room. The door was already open so I leaned on the door frame waiting for him to notice me. He stops playing when he can't get a chord right. "Fuck.." he whispers in frustration.

"That was really good Miles. You play?" I ask walking into the room. He turns around surprised I was listening in and puts the guitar down.

"Um, yeah..How long were you standing there?" He asks chuckling out his words.

I sit next to him on his bed with my hands on my knees. "Not long. A minute or two maybe?" I saw shrugging trying to act cool. "So, how long you been playing?" I tilt my head to the side trying to start a conversation with him.

"Um for a few- four years." He spurts out quickly figeting with his thumbs.

"Oh that's nice. You know Miles I'm really glad you'd decided to stay. Flora really loves you- of course you already know that but.." I trail off for a moment, "Flora needs a big brother and you're probably the best one I've seen..and I don't know how hard it's been without your parents but when you leave, Flora is stuck with Ms. Grose and she won't live forever. She needs a guardian, not just a nanny or a teacher. She trusts you more than she'll ever trust me or Ms. Grose. And I think that if we work together I can teach you how to take care of her, when Ms. Grose passes?" I say turning towards him nervously pitching her idea for Miles. He turns his head to look at me and slowly nods his head. I smile and hug him while we're still sitting.

"Thank you for understanding Miles, really this means a lot." I give him a more genuine smile. He starts nodding his head a little faster as his eyes dart from my nose to my eyes. I pretend not to notice his breathing getting heavier. I start to admire his features. His nose, half lidded eyes and slight dimples. I stare at his lips and how they are barely parted and a little cracked.

Suddenly we hear someone clear their throat as we turn around suddenly I roll my eyes to see it's Ms. Grose standing behind us. "Um- wash up..f-for dinner." She studders looking around the room before quickly walking out. I sigh as I get up to go to the dining room.

"You coming?" I ask jerking my head smiling.

"Yeah in um- in a minute.." he says rubbing his hands on his jeans nodding his head.

I head out to the dining room and sit down. A few minutes later Miles comes in the room breathing hard like he ran a lap around the house. He sits across from me and we all start to eat. Around 10 minutes into dinner Ms. Grose speaks.

"So Miles, I packed your bag. You're ready to leave tomorrow." She says giving him a smile and me a nasty look. "What?!" Flora cries as she throws a fit in her seat.

I dart a look at Miles that says 'what the fuck is she talking about?!' He looks at me nervously, not being able to find words. I scoff as I throw my napkin onto my plate getting out of my chair walking off fast.

Miles chases me down the hall yelling, "Y/n! Y/N! Will you stop for a fucking second and listen to me?!" He shouts as he grabs my wrist turning me around.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You told me you were staying! How selfish are you?" I say angrily in his face.

"Selfish? Do you know how hard it is to be me AND take care of Flora? Plus the house?!" He yells letting go of my wrist now, pointing in the direction of the dining room.

"Flora needs a brother Miles! Not someone who runs off every other week because he can't hold a god damn responsibility!" I point in the same direction he is pointing gritting my teeth.

"It's too complicated for you to understand! You don't know what it's like Y/n!" He says yelling in my face taking a step closer to me.

"Oh yeah, because it's soo complicated to see that Flora needs love from somebody!" I say sarcastically and exaggerate. "You know what? Leave, stay, I don't give two shits! I'm not the one being affected." I shout.

"Yeah well it seems like you are." He snaps at me crossing his arms.

"Flora." I say looking him dead in the eyes. "Flora fucking loves you. But Miles you are cold." I speak quietly on the verge of tears.

"You don't even make sense-" I cut him off.

"You Miles! You are cold! Your shoulder is cold, your heart is cold, your smile is cold! You close everyone out and Flora may be too young to understand now but wait a few years and you'll see a quick change." I say with a tear running down my cheek as I walk away fast to my room slamming my door and crying into my pillow.

I hope he's upset. I hope he hates himself. I hate him.

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The next day I woke up in the same outfit from last night. I was angry and didn't want to get up but I knew I had to. I dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt. I decided I didn't want to make the situation worse by ignoring Miles, so I went to his room to apologize. When I walked in I noticed he was not there and neither was his suitcase. "Fuck.." I murmured to myself knowing the things I said last night caused him to leave. As I walk around the rest of the house I realize he's gone and we don't know when he's coming back. It's only February now, I don't leave until the end of June, maybe he'll come back while I'm still here?

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Hi guys so I know it's been a lot more than 3-5 days and I apologize for that! I've had work and I jus started school up. Plus I had no ideas for this chapter so I was trying to brainstorm a lot. I hope you guys liked this chapter!!

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

let me indulge in some college bestie hyunjin hc bc i’m not over The Look:

- you always save him a seat at the 8am lecture bc you know he’s always late. you don’t even comment on it anymore.

- sometimes still hungover from the night before, he just rests his head on your shoulder and "rests his eyes" as he says, and your heart swells.

- one day, bc you keep pestering him about being late, he arrives on time and it happens to be a day where you’re like 5 minutes late and he gets real antsy. looks around the huge room full of faces, his knee keeps jumping, taps his pen on the desk, decides to spam you with texts "where are you" "good god the ONE time i decide to get there early-" "i’m leaving" "i swear if i don’t see you in the next 30 sec- oh wait i see you"

- won’t admit it but was actually really worried that smth might’ve happened to you

- in exchange would save you a seat at the library. suuuuch a tease tho. you’d get there and whisper an apparently too enthusiastic "hello!" and he’d go like "SSSHHH" dramatically pointing at the silence sign, earning an eyeroll from you

- "omg are you serio-" "SSSHHH" "stop tha-" "SSSHHH" "you do know you’re being more noisy than me, ri-" "SSSHHH" paired with his index right on your lips

- you’d mumble behind his finger "hwang hyunjin, you’re the worst" and he’d just give you an endeared laugh, tickling you under your chin as you would do a cat

- you guys hyping each other up in the areas you’re lacking in

- on the day of a particularly nerve-wracking presentation hyunjin has to do you’d go front row and whisper to him "just like we rehearsed ok? :)" (he really is nervous, eyes unfocused, and he looks like a lost child, cute) you give him a thumbs up and mimic taking a breath in and out, which he does. he gives you a little smile and starts his presentation, adjusting his glasses. you softly shush anyone who tries talking.

- hyunjin is much less subtle but just as supportive. would literally spin around in his chair when people won’t stop talking "shut the fuck up, were you raised in the jungle"

- would actively participate in the post-presentation debate like "as __ so brilliantly pointed out-" you’d hide your face like "omg hyunjin….." but you’re actually so grateful for him

- sharing ear buds and snacks sitting next to each other on the floor of the corridor inbetween classes. once again, falling asleep on each other, at times.

- people knowing that you’re basically attached at the hip so your classmates always asks about the other when one is not there.

- people obviously being all over hyunjin, he’s quite the popular guy, but so confused about what you guys are so they ask him. you never hear the conversations but you know you’ve never seen him come home with one of them.

- him putting you in a headlock while you’re walking to your next class to mess with your hair. sometimes you wonder if he does that just so he can have an excuse to keep his arm slung over your shoulders afterwards. he really never pulls away, doesn’t he?

- late night talks about your dreams and ambitions, lying on the carpeted floor of your shitty studio apartment.

- "where do you see yourself in 10 years?" "in 5 years?"

- your faces are so close, your noses almost touching and it’s silent, you can just hear your synchronized breathing. it’s so comfortable, so cozy, so right. he’s your best friend.

- a whisper: "__, where do you see yourself in 10 seconds?"

Oh my god, anon. These are so sweet and so fucking cute 🥺😭

Bye I love the being attached at the hip dynamic so much. I can visualise him being the type to "glance" over your notes just to make sure he's got everything (he's basically just copying you). Supportive, hype man Hyunjin </3 Always looking out for you and making sure you're not running yourself into the ground because of coursework.

You're so sick for the last half. Lmao, not him yelling at people to shut up so you can explain why you think The Tempest sucks and is Shakespeare's worst, popular play. The lecturer looking on in a mixture of confusion, amusement and annoyance </3. The last bit UGH.

[intosnarkness]

N & S

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I will give a general answer to this, since I'm still new enough to SOC that I'm getting random ideas that need rereads and I don't feel super comfortable answering specifics:

Stronger pastiche. This seems to be shockingly rare in fandom, where many people have spent 0 time analyzing the voice of the canon and don't know what they don't know. I'd love to see more people try to actually ape the style they're inhabiting.

Realistic dialogue. I'm not saying that everyone needs to be me and spend years filling notebooks with records of extremely mundane conversations in a quest to become David Mamet, but the #1 reason I nope out of a fic is weak dialogue. I don't care that he wouldn't fucking say that, I care that he wouldn't fucking say it like that. It's in part because fandom skews young, but I wish I could take some writers by the hand and help them listen to other people more carefully, and develop their ear for it.

Maybe it's the Fandom Old in me, but it seems like people write much more safe stuff these days. I don't want a lecture on the purity of the fic in the description as if I should be ashamed to write or read about difficult or dark subjects. Write something weird and fucked up and engage your id. I don't know your mom, and if I did I wouldn't tell her. You're never gonna grow as a writer if you're too afraid of the purity police to try something different.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I read something the other day that said something like "Kaz Brekker defines himself as a man with a dead brother." and I have adopted that because it makes so much sense to me. Gratuitous personal story: I've talked about this before, but for people who don't know; I'm from Virginia and I was in college from 2003-2007. Most of my high school ended up at UVA or Virginia Tech. So on April 16, 2007 a lot of people I grew up with were shot at, and some people I grew up with died that day. I was in Maryland, at my campus job. I was standing in the classroom support office, talking to my boss (who years later you all would get to know as CancerKid, but that's another story) when my Nokia brick rang and it was my mother. I didn't answer, because it was my mother. We didn't text back in 2007, but she left me a message, which was uncommon for her. So I called my voicemail, despite the terrible service in the building. And my mom began her message with "Laurie, there's been a shooting in Blacksburg--" And then my phone cut out. What I knew then, that you don't, is that my brother was in Blacksburg that year. My older brother, who was supposed to have finished his 5-year program the year before and started teaching. But he had one more class he was taking on campus. I ran out of that room so fast that I knocked a person over and spilled something on Nat's desk. I could not breathe. All I needed was to get my mother's voicemail off the phone. I sat on the front steps on the building, shaking so hard i could barely hit the speed dial because every part of me understood that the next five words would change my life forever. They were going to start with "and your brother is" and that last word would be "dead" or "safe". And either way I was going to cry. It was safe. My brother was fine, and he continues as a thorn in my side to this day. I love him more than I know how to say. (My mother got a lecture about starting with the "everyone is okay" line that she taught me as a child. We had beef.) But for the three and a half minutes before the beginning and then end of that voicemail, I was a girl with a dead brother. I could see the rest of my life without David stretching out in front of me and it broke me. I literally was never the same after that day, because for the first time I had to acknowledge the mortality of the boy who played x-men with me and who taught me how to get onto the roof of the garage and who defended me against bullies. And I had to live with the fact that we weren't close, and we didn't talk much, and I had so many regrets. If not for that day, we would not be as close as we are now. Not half. So it's not quite the same thing, but I get it. My "one fear" t-shirt says "living in a world where i am an only child" on it. I know one day one of us will outlive the other. And I know if it's me who lives longer, I will be a woman with a dead brother for the rest of my time.

(ask me) (fandom asks)

[hellhousellc]

gonna try to explain all my feelings after watching ep 5 of the second season of tsitp stay w me...

so okay first of all i am a jeremiah girlie from day one but i have to say that man can NOT narrate in a compelling way to save his life... and all the close ups of him staring at people silently with the voice over in the background... giving demonic miley

but ANYWAYS onto the actual like... drama?

FIRST OF ALL am i the only one who remembers conrad telling belly that jeremiah seemed to "be okay" and that he "moved on" and "was dating people" ???????????? WHERE LMAO he clearly was pissed off and if you maybe would have cared enough to visit more than once and actually have a conversation with him instead of just asking if it was okay to date the girl he loved and then fleeing out of there you would have noticed?

like actually that's the part i hate the most about the show. these two teenagers were in the process of losing their mom and decided that it would be a good idea to just fuck it all up between each other and with their closest friends for shits and giggles?? and no adult had anything to say about it? they even supported it? and everyone around them was silently letting them ruin their relationship for a teenage romance??? kay????? jeremiah literally threw a fucking firework like super close to conrad and belly's heads PLEASE IS THERE ANY ADULT IN THE ROOM RN????

because like, i get crushing on the same girl. i get it you're teenagers hormones or whatever. but what person would actually like care so little about their siblings to SEE how heartbroken they are and still persue a relationship with their love interest? and not only that but also lie about how said sibling feels so the relationship can happen (since the love interest didn't want to hurt them so they were keeping their distance) and then be all lovey with said love interest in front of their sibling and act all shocked when the sibling tries and set boundaries???? you're in college bitch time to grow up!!!! you're dating a 16 yo that your brother is in love with you weirdogo listen to olivia rodrigo she says it all

but anyways that being said let me tell you that i was trying to actually like remember how much screentime conrad and belly had as an actual like pairing. not belly pining after him and him acting all moody and disgusting (= the entire first season) but actual content about the two of them forming a bond and strenghtening it. there's none of that. first few episodes we see belly with cam cameron and jeremiah and like maybe 2 minutes of interactions with conrad, and the last few ones he finally decides that she actually exists but still fucks up every single time.

and then in the second season we get their whole like weird romance during the year where he (18 yo college man) goes to her (16 yo) house and takes her away (without her mother's permission) to the beach where they proceed to have sex :) so fun! (at this point i'm BEGGING for some adult supervision) and he treats her like shit the rest of the time and acts like being with her is a burden and i KNOW his mom was dying but then just break up??? she's not your punching bag??? and then she acts SO OUT OF PLACE at the funeral they are so toxic it's infuriating!!!!!!!!!

meanwhile we see jeremiah being there for her again and again and giving her the teenage romance she (16 yo!!!!!!!!!!!) deserves and being happy and making her happy and all she does is hurt him like did you REALLY need to break up with him the same night he FOUND OUT HIS MOM HAD CANCER AND WAS DYING? and not only that but tell him you CHEATED ON HIM WITH HIS BROTHER????? (who was also unaware of their relationship)

but then after all of this jeremiah still tries to move on and steps up for his family because his older brother was too busy stuck in his own head and fucking a minor to actually care about his dying mother and his teenage brother and would only appear when he wanted to i guess hurt his brother even more by shoving his relationship with belly on his face????

and jeremiah still goes and looks for him when he decides that the best thing he can do after showing clear signs of depression is disappearing months after their mom died without giving his brother a clue or at least letting him know he's safe

so now jeremiah has to face not only his shitty brother but also the girl who broke his heart and she has the neeeeeeeeeeerve to try and start things with him ONCE AGAIN????? AND ACT SHOCKED WHEN HE TURNS HER DOWN?????????????????????

i'm having such a hard time y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

don't even get me started on steven "i'm in love with my girlfriend and treat the girl who likes me like shit but wait my girfriend broke up with me :( and the girl who likes me moved on and has a new boyfriend now :( i need to get her back on track IMMEDIATELY and make her obsess over me AGAIN or my dick will fall off :(" whatever his last name is

ALSO and last one stop hating the boys' cousin just because of their gender you WEIRDOS and their mom is actually right??? she has no need for the house it's only a waste of her money and if conrad and jeremiah's father is a shitty man who cheats on his dying wife and won't give them the only thing that would make them happy (and it's their money so fuck you they can do whatever with it) (and i'm sorry but am i the only one who's catching on the fact that she's clearly communicating with their dad and is not making any choices alone?? like she obviously tried and failed to sell the house to him because he's an ASSHOLE and made it abundantly clear meanwhile she's doing what she can with what she has) then maybe take it out on him and not on a woman who is doing nothing but what's best for her and her family by selling a house that holds a lot of trauma for her okay??? okay

[shincallie]

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌We never made it to Glasgow

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Butterflies .

3 October 2018

Seoul - Nam-Chung st.

5:45 in the morning.

His alarm ringed for fifth time.he rubbed his eyes tiredly and stared at the phone screen. there was nothing new, just everyday dilemma of getting out of the bed or sleeping through all his alarms and letting go of his whole life.he didn't have a reason to but he just turned off the alarm and sat in his bed. He doesn't even sleep well at night, so when the alarm rings he's already awake. he walked to the bathroom and washed his tired face with cold water,trying not to look at the mirror.it disgusted him,like watching someone take out another person gut,Don't get me wrong. He has done so many surgeries, pulling out so many hearts and livers,but this one was different. He looked in the mirror and felt the surgery blade over his own skin,ripping him apart and let him bleed till he loos his senses.but he was awake enough to see his own liver and heart getting ripped out of his body and just place back again over and over.in Europe, doctors reported 40 , 50 million surgery over a year but he thought it should be problem a lot more than that.most of the people didn't visit a doctor cause they don't know what's the problem.cardiac arrest? Brain stroke?tumour? no...definitely none of them.so they put back their heart and guts and livers in thair mouth and swallow them back down, then they continue their life , they go to work , school , shopping , etc. he washed his face again and get out of the bathroom,he grabbad his backpack and wear his blue converses.he took a bite from his cherry jam sandwich before walking out of his apartment.the weather was cold and the sky was more bluer than usual. ravens were flying over the sky.he sit in the bus station and cursed under his breath to be forced to go out in this time.you had 20 minutes with bus till hospital.he saw an orange cat near to the hospital, he smiled and gave him his last piece of sandwiches before entering to hospital. " oh shit. " he cursed as he realised he's late again about 10 minutes. " Oi , what where you doing till now ? " taehyun asked with a smirk,leaning against the receptionist counter. Yeonjun rolled his eyes." What did you expect me to do at 5 in the morning? " " hitting on girls? " . " girls , you mean female ravens right? Cause it was fucking 5 AM kang. " yeah , you're right ....from what i know , you have the DNA of a bat , so you don't sleep at night " Yeonjun's eyes got wider. " you're a criminal taehyun. You made a dangerous virus right now." Taehyun smirked. " and now you're a living virus. " yeonjun point out to taehyun with his index finger. " i prefer living masterpiece. " taehyun laughed out loud. " anyway, i was your creator. " yeonjun wrinkled his nose . " did you know the latest report of doctors day drinking whitex is so good for our lungs? And even for clear skin...you can drink a cup of it with your breakfast now tae. I bet that's the answer." Taehyun wanted to say something that suddenly doctor lee came in. He gave both of them a serious expression like always. " good morning young residents. If i'm not interrupting your morning conversation your shift has been started." Yeonjun and taehyun both bowed quickly. " morning doctors lee. We apologise for it." His serious expression didn't change. He said while walking out of the room." I won't let anyone in without eating breakfast. You only have 10 minutes. " "yes sir. " then he left. Taehyun sighed. " i can't even tell he like us or not." "Just go and eat your breakfast kang." Yeonjun said while grabbing taehyun and dragging him out of the room.

Seoul central hospital

2:300 at noon .

Yeonjun ran his fingers through his dark red hair, it was his habit when he got fed up. Finishing each day becoming harder each time.he didn't have any idea of how other got to do it so smoothly. Yeonjun's hair was a dark red colour,but if you looked more closely you could see the light and dark brown cracks between red strands. Sometimes taehyun called him bearnut because of that and yeonjun wanted to punch him in the face everytime. He look down at the wooden bowl in front of him,filling with white rice, colourful vegetables were all over it,it reminded him of when snow started to melt and leaves and grasses started to grow green again.there was also pieces of meats though it wasn't an annoying thought, he shook his head frequently, trying to wipe away all his thoughts. Come on choi yeonjun, at least turn off your brain when you're eating. You know it doesn't work like an LED light that if work more will burn and you can buy a new one,replace it.no yeonjun, you can't do that with your brain , unfortunately.he picked up his chopsticks and wanted to start to eat till he heard his own name calling by a woman. "Yeonjun-ah ! Yeonjun-ah ! " it was Chaeryeong. She had her hair in a ponytail, she was always so clean and organised. Yeonjun frowned slightly. " what's wrong ryoung? If you keep running like that you'll turn yourself to a cherry jam." Chaeryeong tried to catch her breath.her hair was all over her face." Yeonjun-ah...i saw...a strange ...patient ." Yeonjun frowned more." What do you mean strange? " Chaeyoung grabbad his wrist." Come with me." And they both started to head toward the room B14. let's be honest, yeonjun has see lots of worst case of patients, but this was REALLY different. The long hair that reach her waist shown that she's a girl.she was covered in blood,motionless, breathless. Yeonjun pulled down the white sheets and the countless deep scars got exposed." Goddammit, what the hell happened to her? " yeonjun whispered under his breath.the scars were so deep you could see the flesh beneath them.the worst of all was her eyes. One of her eyes were dragged out you could see the thin capillaries behind it.he shivered for a moment. Then asked . " ryoung...what happened to her? Chaeryeong took a deep breath." She was Cardiac arrested when they took her here. they found her in a art gallery. " " What's her name? " . Chaeryeong tucked her hair behind her ear. " anri...ogasawara anri. She's Japanese and a colleague,in art university. She was doing research for her essay on art galleries." " does she had any special illnesses? " Chaeryeong shook her head. " no. I couldn't find anything." Yeonjun frowned heavily." Then how the hell a young healthy 20 years old girl had Cardiac arrest? If we ignore her eyes and scars of course. " Chaeryeong sighed." I Don't known police said her death was suicide. But there's no sign of overdose or cutting veins or....i Don't know...you know what i mean." "Yeah." "Doctor lee said it was because of a very strong panic attack, from a very stron rush of fear." "Fear of what?" this time Chaeryeong frowned." no one knows yeon.police said when they find her she was all alone in gallery.the owner of the gallery said it was their day off,so they just opened because of anri." yeonjun only started at body in silence.

Suansoong st

6:00 at evening.

The golden hour was almost one of the rush hour of the day. you could see any kind of person on the street.he put his hand in his pocket.he took a look at his reflection in the nearby window.he was wearing all black again.he passed aside of kids who were riding their bicycles,he looked at the tired expression of the girl in the bus station who was waiting for the bus to arrive, he smiled at the little girl who was talking to her doll and stand next to the busker who was playing violin.he thought maybe he's trying to say something but he can't put it into words,so he uses his violin instead. Maybe the frequency of those words weren't as same as those frequency humans can hear,Yeonjun's woreds were the same as them.maybe the violin's bow was the knife he could put on his artery instead. He took a deep breath and let the cold wind dance through his red hair,he thought about that , about how many violin's bow,paintbrush,pen and piano's keyboards was in people's hands so they won't pick the gun and place it on their temples.he sighed again and walk into the cafe,he sat on the table near to the window and stared at outside."how's going bearnut?" Yeonjun turns around and stared at taehyun smirking face." not bad,celery." taehyun laughed."that was new." " i'm creative kind" taehyun shook his head and sat in front of yeonjun,pulling out his cigarette packet and light one.yeonjun stared at him."did you know that celeries doesn't smoke? " "you bought a lighter for me on my birthday yourself." "yeah that was a mistake; cause i didn't wanted my best friend smoke with his girlfriend lighter instead." "I Don't have a girlfriend yeon." "I'm aware,no one will get along with your annoying ass." Taehyun couldn't help but laugh." You're something else." And took a drag from his cigarette."did you saw that girl in the hospital today?" taehyun nodded." yeah,that was pretty strange.who believe that a young healthy girl will have Cardiac arrest without a particular reason? " "exactly. I say the same." Yeonjun stared at him again,in Yeonjun's eyes,taehyun was a living reason that paradoxes can be extremely beautiful.he had day and night in him at the same time.taehyun extinguished his cigarette."well...Doctor lee said it wasn't the first time." "what do you mean?" "He said he seen the femiliar cases before...but you know the government,they don't do a single thing that doesn't have money or something for them in it....so they just kept letting them go.." yeonjun didn't said anything.

Nam-chung st

9:48 at night.

The night was cold,the sky was filled with dark clouds. Chaeryeong's seasonal depression's gonna start and they would pick up chocolates plastics from everywhere.ge sighed and stared down at his blue converses.he didn't like colors.so he wore black most of the times,mayb because he think black is the last shade of every color,so somehow when you wear black you wear all the colors together.he told everyone that one day he was drunk and he change his mind,so he went and bout a pair of blue converses.but he knows it so well it wasn't like that at all.he pull out his keys and wanted to open the door till he felt a soft things against his feet.he looked down and smiled widely."oliver!"the black cat nuzzled himself more against Yeonjun's leg. " little oliver?...where are you?...come here i got food for you." yeonjun turned toward the voice.it was Chaeyoung.he smiled."hey strawberry...you're feeding cats again?" Chaeyoung picked up the cat in her arms.her bangs were fell over her eyes,her mole was still there,on her chin under his full lips."you're early tonight." Chaeyoung said." You stay till midnight most of the Saturdays. " "yeah,tonight was taehyun's shift." Yeonjun's eyes fell over on Chaeyoung's hand and noticed the band-aid on it.he frowned" what happened to your hand?" Chaeyoung laughed shortly."nothing really...it's just a new tatto." Chaeyoung had strange and sometime cute tattos all over her hands and arms."well...why you hide it then?" Yeonjun asked.chaeyoung sighed and pull out his cigarette packet and her pink lighter."people say i shouldn't get more weird tattoos over me , it makes me look like psycho patients." She sighed heavily this time." I really don't give a fuck about what they think but someday i'm really tired to deal with bullshits and y'know .....hiding is always the best choice for tired people."yeonjun was silent the whole time,he suddenly asked."please...let me see it." Chaeyoung blink a few more time before removing the band-aid.the tattoo was a picture of two strawberries in pieces, they were red but their leaves were black.yeonjun smiled and tap on the strawberry tattoo on chae's hand." It's amazing chae...you shouldn't hide it." Chaeyoung sighed again."people don't think like you." Yeonjun smiled."come on chae...it's not like everyone would understand the depth of the beauty. sometimes only a few people will find out. Did you ever heard about Western orchid? " Chaeyoung raised her eyebrows "Western orchid ?" "Hmm...they call it Rhizanthella. It blooms under the ground,so most of the people mistaken them with roots and dried grasses...only a few people will dig into the soil to find out the beautiful bloody pink blossom of Rhizanthella....if they don't understand it,it won't make it any less pretty." Yeonjun smiled softly again."so strawberry....it's not bad at all to have something different than others...actually,i count it as a super good option." Chaeyoung smiled deeply."you're weirdo..." "i know. .."

[lunaris1013]

Packing up to move house is one of the most difficult things I've had to do as an AuDHD adult - and I've done it a LOT. I try to start early, but often end up relying on others to help speed pack at the last minute (last minute as in Oh Fuck The Movers Are Already Here). I can't help you focus, but here are a few things that have helped me (and may help you too)

20/5: Set a timer for 20 minutes and work. When the timer goes off, take a five minute break. Rinse and repeat. Instead of a long day of packing ahead of you, you have 20 minutes. You can do 20 minutes. Or 15. Or 30. Breaking up the work, and giving yourself permission to take regularly scheduled breaks, makes things less daunting. I find this good for multi-step things - step one, break. Step two, break - and lets me reset/regroup if I'm spiraling.

Sort It Later: We always have a bunch of small stuff - toys, gadgets, craft items - that end up all over the place. We want to categorize them, but that is a time sucking rabbit hole when you need to get stuff done now. Put that shit in a small box and label it "Sort Later." You may end up with several of these. When you're in your new place and settled, then you can take the time to go through it all when you don't feel pressured.

Stickers!: We all love stickers and color coding is fun and helpful. Go on Amazon and order you some moving labels - they're colorful and printed with room names so when boxes are going in to the new place they can be put in the correct rooms. Or just get a pack of neon labels from the office supply store and roll your own. Slap those suckers on more than one side so they can be seen when your boxes are stacked.

Buddy System: If it's something you can do, ask a friend to keep you company while you pack. I mean, they can help too, but often just having another person there can help keep you on track and help with any decision paralysis that might derail you. Don't have someone local? Zoom, Face Time, etc work too! Being in conversation can help keep you from an overthinking spiral.

First Night Box: Put in some paper towels, toilet roll, disposable plates & forks, trash bags, clean bedsheets, bath towel, shower curtain & rings, extra phone charger, and whatever you might need your first night in the new place so you don't have to go digging for it when all you want to do is shower and fall into bed.

Moving his hard. Moving is especially hard when you hate disruption and your executives are not functioning. None of these will make things easy, but may help make them less hard.

It's kind of astonishing to me how much my executive dysfunction gets in my way packing. For every little tiny step I want to take, there's some other step I have to do first, and I end up paralyzed.

[lost-in-tokyo]

Jealousy

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader (feat Geto Suguru)

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: Bored at a party, you and Geto create the perfect plan to make Gojo pay attention to you. You just didn't expect to be punished because of it. (smut / nsfw)

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (don't forget your condoms), public sex, jealous sex, sex against the wall, cream pie, Gojo being a harsh dom. MDNI.

It was a saturday night, and you were stuck in a boring party along with your boyfriend and the other sorcerers. Everyone around you was dressed in the most expensive clothes you could ever imagine, which made you feel uneasy since the beginning

You thought Gojo would hate the music and the company as much as you were doing, but you figured you were wrong, when he spent over 30 minutes talking to some old men from Kyoto about god knows what.

When you lost the last fuck you could give, you simply walked away, sitting on an empty couch nearby, sighing.

“Bored?” 

Geto’s voice made you look up

“You have no clue….”

“Actually, I do.”

He was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair up in a bun, his fingers with silver rings on. He got two glasses of champagne from a waiter passing by, before sitting beside you on the white couch and handing you one of them.

“Gojo on the other hand seems to be having a lot of fun” You mumbled.

“Wow, looks like he can actually have a serious conversation for more than 5 minutes” he let go of a dry chuckle before taking a sip of his drink.

You nodded, drawing all your champagne at once “He didn’t even pay attention to me today, and I bought this dress just because it’s his favorite color”

Geto eyed you, foxy eyes looking you up and down, taking a little longer on the visible flesh of your thighs, before stopping on the baby blue dress.

“And now-” You took his cup from his hand, drawing it as well “even those old men seem to be more interesting than me”

He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes glowing as an idea hit him. “I know a way you can catch his attention” A malicious smirk forming on his lips.

“How?”

He came closer to you, putting his arm on your shoulders, his face inches away from yours. 

“Just play along, he’ll come over soon” His hot breath fanning on your ear sending shivers on your body as he placed one of his cold hands on your thigh.

You stared at him for a few seconds, before you finally understood what he meant. He wanted to make Gojo jealous. Of course Geto wouldn’t lose a chance to tease his best friend. And you knew just by the dark look in his eyes that his plan would work out really well.

“Pretend you're laughing at something I said”

You decided to play along, laughing loudly, getting a glimpse of Gojo’s head turning towards the sound with the corner of your eye.

“He’s gonna be mad at you” You said in almost a whisper near his ear, only for him to hear.

He chuckled softly. “His face will be worth it”

You couldn’t help but giggle too, just from imagining Gojo complaining with Geto about why he shouldn’t touch you like that. His cheeks getting red from anger, while he still wouldn’t be angered enough to yell, because deep down he knows that Geto wouldn’t try anything with you. Not because Geto didn’t want you, but because of their friendship, he wouldn’t ever initiate any other sort of contact with you, unless Gojo allowed, of course. 

“You look handsome with your hair up, Geto…” you paused for a second. “But I prefer when you let your hair loose.” Delicately you took your hand towards his hair, carefully undoing his bun and letting his dark strands fall over his face.

It got him off guard when you helped him put his locks in place, your delicate fingers running through his hair in such a sweet manner he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

“There, all done.” You smiled sweetly as he opened his eyes.

Now this is gonna drive Gojo crazy, Geto thought to himself. 

And he wasn’t wrong, on the other side of the room, Gojo eyed the two of you from behind his glasses. His fists clenched as he breathed shortly. 

Why were you laughing so loudly? What had Geto said that was so funny? You should only laugh like that with him! 

Then he saw you undoing his bun, he saw your fingers putting his hair in place, making it delicately adorn his best friend's face, and he hated it. Couldn't you really behave for a second!?

And Geto was oh so dead, he'd hear Gojo complain for hours and have to deal with his bitter comments for the next few days.

And you? Oh, you would be punished in a whole different way. If you thought you could make him jealous, in public even, you were way out of your mind. Talking so closely to Geto, touching him like that, anyone that passed by would presume you were Geto's girlfriend. But you weren't. You were his.

Gojo felt his blood boiling as he noticed the way your slim fingers put his hair in place, how you took your time adjusting his strands. And looking at Geto he knew just how much his friend was enjoying that.

That was enough.

Quickly excusing himself, he made his way towards the couch you were both sitting on. His fists clenched, his knuckles almost going white.

“Oh hey, Sato-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as Gojo roughly grabbed your arm, lifting you off of the couch and dragging you outside the party, leading you towards the garden, a poorly lit area near the pool, no people were around, and you knew you had nowhere to run now.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could master.

“What’s wrong, y/n? What the fuck was that!?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice coming soft as you twirled a strand of your hair between your fingers.

His hands roughly grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall. Your body hitting the cold material as a gasp left your lips. Now you knew you had fucked up.

You had never seen Satoru so angry, especially with you. He had his head tilted down towards you, and over his glasses you could see his eyes dark with anger. He put both his hands on the wall behind you, locking you between his arms.

He was scary, towering over you like a wolf, ready to kill. You knew you should start apologizing to him now, but something about his change in personality made you shut your thighs together, feeling your core start to heat up with his dominance.

“Don’t play around with me.” He hissed through his clenched teeth.

“You were busy, so Geto decided to keep me company.” You could’ve stopped there, but you didn’t, you pushed him even further. “You’d be surprised to know that he actually cares about what I’m doing. Different from you.”

One of his hands gripped your neck, a firm grasp, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make breathing difficult.

“So if I hadn’t taken you out of there, you’d have fucked him!?”

“Maybe…”

His lips clashed against yours, angry and fervent. He bit your lower lip, making you part your mouth as his tongue sneaked inside, taking dominance of your movements and making you gasp for air.

There was no doubt, sweet and caring Gojo wasn’t around today

You pulled his hair, delighted by the grunt that left his throat as he pulled away from you.

“Let’s see if you can still think of Suguru when I’m making you cum.”

He roughly turned you around, your hands making a clapping sound as they touched the cold wall you were currently facing. He lifted your dress and pulled you by your hips, making you arch your back and your face almost touch the wall.

A harsh slap was delivered to your right ass cheek, making you hiss. 

“Such a bad girl… It’s almost as if you wanted me to punish you.”

He pulled your panties down, but not before slapping your ass again. “Gonna teach you a lesson today.” 

You felt his hot breath against your core, but his lips never touched your pussy. Instead you suddenly felt two of his fingers making their way inside of you. The sudden contact making you moan.

“So fucking wet already. I didn’t even start yet.”

You didn’t need to see his face to know that he had a shit eating grin on his face.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with such maestry that you closed your eyes, a soft breath leaving your lips, followed by a loud moan. “Yes, Satoru.”

His fingers quicked up their pace, fast movements while scissoring you, made a knot start to form on your lower belly. Your moans started to get louder with each minute and just as you were about to hit your orgasm, he removed his fingers from inside of you.

Looking back you saw him sucking his own fingers, cleaning your sweet juices from them.

“What? You thought I’d let you cum so easily?” He chuckled to himself. “Now I don’t care about how loud you moan, because I couldn’t give less fucks about people seeing me fucking this slutty pussy of yours. But remember, this is a party, people might hear you if you keep moaning like that.”

Inhaling deeply you felt his cock spread your folds, collecting your juices on its tip as his head entered you. You bit your bottom lip to try to hold back a loud moan, as he pushed his entire length inside of you all at once.

He started thrusting in rough movements, not giving you enough time to adjust to his length. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

His fingers held you firmly by your hips, pulling you towards him to meet with his movements. Just by the way he was holding you, you knew you would have bruises with the shape of his fingertips in the morning.

Your moans started to get louder and louder as you couldn’t hold them back, both your hands trying to keep you balanced against the brick wall you faced. 

You heard gojo hissing when you started to clench around him. His thrusts being too much for you to handle, your edged cunt wanting to orgams so bad that you cried out his name without even noticing.

“Do you think Suguru would be able to fuck your like this?” His hand gripped a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head towards him as he said near your ear.

“No,” You said before a particularly hard thrust. “Only you, Satoru…. Only you.”

Your fucked up brain wanting nothing else then to finally climax.

“Tell me who you belong to!” 

He demanded, but you were too lost in your pleasure to respond, your vision going white as your cunt clenched on him so much that he wouldn't have been able to move if you weren’t so wet.

A hard slap against your buttcheak made you wake up to life again, as his voice repeated the same sentence, this time louder, his teeth greeted. 

“You!” You screamed. “I belong to you, Satoru!” Heavy moans left your mouth as you weren’t able to hold back anymore.

“Good girl”

You felt his fingers part your folds and touch your clit, applying quick and harsh movements on it, making a cry leave your lips as your legs started to tremble.

“Cum to me, princess. Show me how much you want my cum inside of you”

That was all you needed to hear, you closed your eyes, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your entire body shook against Gojo. A hard orgasm hit you, making your hearing disappear for a couple of seconds as all you could focus was on your pleasure.

Soon you felt spurts of Gojo’s seed inside of you, painting your walls white with a loud moan of his.

He hugged you, his arms helping you stay up and pushing you against his warm and sweaty torso. His hot breath fanned on your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“You have to stop being a bad girl to me, baby…. Or else I’ll have to keep teaching you lessons”

Your breathing was irregular as you spoke up. “Sory, Toru.”

“I know you are, baby girl.”

He kissed the top of your head before pulling out, helping you adjust your dress before he did his pants again.

I need to make Gojo jealous more often, you thought to yourself.

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