#never paid for it either ??? they tried but i was like nah

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DONT APOLOGIZE OMG yeah history is my fav subject!! I’m actually hoping to go to college as a social studies education major, I want to teach world history. I’ve taken the ap exams for ap world, apush, and ap lang and comp where I got a 4 a 3 and a 3 respectively-🧃

do you want to share some fun history facts 🤭 i LOVED learning stuff like henry's six wives and other things that were fun, but genuinely, i hope you get into the college program you want to go into !!! I already KNOW you'll be a good world history teacher fr fr

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tastes | Marauders x Reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Smut, finger fucкing, oral (male receiving), P in V, lots of praise (especially from Remus), Sirius gets all the love he deserves, consent is sexy, lusty!boys, сreаm piе, they literally can't take their eyes off you.

Prompt: Inspired by the sense of taste. Reader has a very strong gag reflex, so the boys have never asked you to blow them, and you love them for it. But today, you want to taste them.

tastes is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand-alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.

18+ readers only (smut under the cut)

Cum Feel The Noize

You had always had pretty strong gag reflex, just brushing your tongue while you brushed your teeth made you want to puкe sometimes, it wasn’t ideal, but it was what you were born with so you settled. 

The boys knew, you’d been friends with them long before you started dating, and you had been pretty vocal about it, really, you were just so comfortable with them around that you didn’t mind talking about those things.

“What about sucking a dicк?” Sirius asked, half teasingly, half because he’d been genuinenly curious. He got elbowed by James after asking, but you just laughed.   

“Nah, it’s fine,” you told James dismissively “In truth, I’ve never done that.” 

“Never, ever? Not even the tip?” Asked James impressed, now curious as well. You shook your head as an answer.

“Not even when you dated that stupid Harland boy?” asked Remus. They all hated Harland because they all liked you, even then, a few months before you started all dating each other.

“Harland?” you asked in disbelief “Hell no! He asked a couple of times but, I just couldn’t do it,” you admitted “I really didn’t want to puкe all over his dicк.�� 

“Understandable,” Remus nodded. 

“Yeah, you’d think. That’s why we broke up tho.” 

“What? Shut up!” James said, almost standing straigther.

“No, it’s true!” you said with a nod “He said there were plenty other girls in the market, and that most of them would die just to get the chance to suck him off.”

“And what did you tell him?” Sirius asked. 

“To fuck off,” you said with a laugh “didn’t even like him that much anyway,” you said with a sight, “But he’s so petty, he asked me to go see him in one of the abandoned classrooms to give me back some of my stuff, but he had just gotten a girl to blow him there. So when I arrived–” 

James gasped, he had his mouth open wide, completely shocked.

“–Poor girl, she was so embarrassed ‘cause she thought we were still dating. Which in hindsight, probably makes is worse. Anyway, he tried to go after me and jinxed him.” 

“We thought you stopped dating because he moved away.” 

“Nope, he moved away because the girl told all her friends about it and gave him the worst reputation.” 

Fast forward to now, you had been dating them for almost a year, and they had, never once, asked you to suck them off, not even by accident, which only made you love them even more, making you realize they truly listened, the difference abysmal between them and Harland, who’d asked hundreds of times, and your boys, who actually cared about you and your limits. And since they also had each other to have fun with it, neither of them missed out on getting blowjobs all that often either. Benefits of being in a poly relationship. 

But the boys were always so caring, and so giving, both in and outside of the bedroom, that you really wanted to give back to them. In fact, seeing the way James sucked Remus once, made you want to test it yourself, mouth watering at the thought. You had done your research too, asked your friends about their techniques and paid a lot more attention when they were doing each other, making mental notes of the things they clearly liked and the things they didn’t. For the first time in your life, you actually wanted to try. 

So, on Sirius’ birthday, you thought it’d be your chance. The boy had asked Peter for the room and he happily left the three of them to do their thing while going to bunk with his own girlfriend. Remus had been the one to pick you up at your room with the invisibility cloak that day. 

“You ready luv?” he asked tenderly when you got out of your room, quickly enveloping you in the cloak as he stood behind you.

“Very ready,” you said with a little smirk, which had Remus raise one of his eyebrows. Did you plan something? That’s definitely your “I’ve planned something” tone.

He dipped his head in the crook of your neck and gave it a short whiff “You’re wearing Sirius’ favourite perfume,” he mouthed, you could feel his lips brushing against your skin, already sending warmth to your core. “What else?” 

 You smiled mischievously “Nothing else,” you admitted. 

A rush of blood went straight to his cock when he heard you say that so confidently, and he finally peaked from his spot in your neck, looking through the thin white shirt you were wearing, he could see your nipple perking underneath the fabric, marking it ever so slightly. “Fuck, dove you’re such a tease.” 

You shrugged, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, realizing how blown out his pupils were already, “You know how much Sirius loves it.” 

He slid his hands under your skirt, only feeling the outside of your tight, all the way to your waist, as if trying to feel if you really had nothing underneath at the bottom. “Yeah, he’s not the only one,” he grunted, digging his digits a little, just below your pelvis. You pressed yourself to him a little more, realizing he was already getting turned on, even from such a short interaction, which only fueled you even more, turning completely around you wrapped your fingers on his neck and brought him down for a kiss. He complied, pushing you against a nearby wall as he kissed back, hands still extended above his head to keep the cloak covering the two of you. When you finally separated, you were both panting, his lips were already pink from the stimulation, and he brought one of his hands down to accommodate his pants, they were already making him uncomfortable. 

“Come on handsome,” you told him with a smile, butting your bottom lip for a mere second and pulling at his bicep ever so slightly, “Why don’t we continue the party inside?” 

When you arrived at their room, Sirius was on his bed, sketching something in his notebook while James was setting up the record player. After all the initial plan had been to just chill and listen to music together. But you all knew that wasn’t going to be the end of the story from the moment the suggestion left Remus’ lips. 

You went straight to Siri, pressing a chaste kiss over his mouth as you laid down next to him “Happy birthday Puppy!” 

“That’s like the 10th time today you say that,” James teased. 

“It’s probably just an excuse to snog him,” added Remus. 

You shrugged and leaned in again, pressing another short kiss to Sirius’ soft lips “Happy birthday,” you whispered again. 

Sirius just smiled, he loved when you showered him with attention, he had always had a knack for being the center of it, but when he was the center of yours, it made him soar, “You can snog me without wishing me happy birthday kitten, in fact, you can snog me whenever the hell you want.” 

You laughed at the suggestive little smirk he made and searched with your hand to grab his. Sirius would definitely go crazy with how much attention you were all about to give him. He leaned in a little closer, dipping his head in the crook of your neck as he turned  “You smell nice,” he whispered. 

James almost jumped to the bed, placing the top half of his body over the bottom half of yours, his head looking at you from above your belly, “Don’t act like we aren’t in the room,” he said with a pout, placing a hand over your bare leg. 

“We weren’t,” Sirius said, still from the crook of your neck “We were just giving you a show,” he added in the end, you could feel the smirk in his tone. Remus laughed, still standing in the middle of the room as he took off his sweater, passing it over his head, slowly, Remus was the most patient of the three; unless you were close to the moon.

You took a deep breath, feeling James’ forearm press against your belly as you did, he leaned down over them and noticed. “You’re not wearing a bra today,” he said as he raised just the edge of your shirt to get a peak. 

“And it’s not the only thing I didn’t put on,” you said teasingly. 

Sirius turned to you shocked “Shut up.” 

“Why don’t you see it for yourself,” you said with a smirk. Sirius didn’t think twice as he dipped his hand under your skirt. Unlike Remus, he went straight to your slick, feeling how wet you already were. 

“Bloody hell kitten, you’re soaked,” he said, now his own eyes blown out in lust “Wait, why are you so…?” he turned to Remus, who just shrugged in response, a cheeky smile playing on his face. He narrowed his eyes at him and turned back to you, “fine then… my turn,” he said, lightly pushing James off you as he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on top of him, you were now straddling him, each leg to the side of his. The friction of his pants in your core, only making you all the more turned on, you ground yourself against him, which had him moan, if ever so lightly. James had placed one hand over your tight as he moved to kiss Sirius’ neck. Today was his day, after all. 

You smiled, slowly grinding yourself against the boy one more time before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Remus was sitting on the bed beside yours, lousily looking at the three of you as he patted himself. After a couple more kisses, you reached your hand under Sirius’ shirt, and both you and James pulled Sirius on a sitting position so you could completely remove it, gently passing it over his head. James didn’t leave him lay back down though, he pressed himself behind him to gain better access to his neck instead. 

You smiled, still kissing Sirius as you fumbled your fingers over the button of his trousers. “Someone’s thirsty,” he teased. 

“You wouldn’t know how much,” you whispered enigmatically. There it is again, Remus thought, she’s onto something. With the help of James, you managed to remove Sirius’ pants too. Playing with the hem of his trousers as you continued to grind onto his leg. Now it was your turn, moving in tandem with James, the two of you managed to lay Sirius back, over James’ chest, who rubbed soft circles on his arms as he watched you grind onto his boyfriend. Sirius was malleable, in fact, at this point, he would let you do whatever the hell you wanted with him, he wasn’t sure he was even still on earth. 

Finally, you pulled his boxers down, pulling back just a little when his thick cock sprang out, pressing against his stomach from the force of the release. You licked your lips but stood back straight, taking your time to throw the boxers somewhere. Remus smiled, you were being fast tonight, maybe he’ll get his turn faster than– 

He lost his train of thought, you had dropped kisses all over Sirius’ stomach and your face was dangerously close to his cock. It wasn’t unusual that you played and rubbed their cocks with your hands, but you usually kept your head a little further away from them. 

He almost completely lost it when he noticed you playing with Sirius’ tights, pressing kisses against them as you spread them a little with your hands. That was a move he knew all too well, he’d done it several times. Finally, when you leaned down and pressed your lips against Sirius’ cock, it was he who jumped out of James’ grasp, Remus crossing the distance that there was in between the two of you with two long strides. 

“Kitten what are you–” Sirius asked, his throat dry. 

“–what do you think?” you said, motioning to his cock. 

“But your gag reflex sweetheart,” James said, he was peering through Sirius’ shoulders. 

Your heart warmth at the boys’ concern, “I wanna try,” you added. 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do it… If you feel pressured into it because it’s my birthday then–” 

“–It’s not that,” you cut him off “I want to try.”  

“Are you very sure luv?” Remus asked, he had leaned down near the bed to level his head with yours. 

You nodded “Positive.” 

“Sirius can be a little desperate sometimes,” James added “We can help you hold him in place so he doesn’t accidentally jerk too hard into your throat, How does that sound?” 

You peered to look at him through your lashes, Sirius thought you’d never looked more stunning “If Sirius is all right with that.” 

The boy in question nodded excitedly, and James leaned a little to the side, pressing one of his legs, while Remus held him from the other side. 

“We’re ready,” Remus said with a short nod. 

You nodded in response, taking a deep breath, and leaned back down pressing little kisses on Sirius’ soft abdomen before placing your hand over his balls. You’d seen James do it, and Sirius seemed to like it when he did. 

Judging by the way he moaned, he also enjoyed it when you did. After kneading them a little more, and rubbing circles over his tight with your other hand, you placed your hand around his cock, pumping it a couple of times before finally leaning down, placing a light kiss over his tip. The sound Sirius emitted was so sinful, you felt your arousal dripping from your cunt. 

James had moved over the bed, one hand still over Sirius’ leg, the other on his cock, he was watching mouth dry as you leaned down on Sirius. He had only dreamed of you doing such a thing, never daring to ask for it. 

You took a deep breath, and went for a long lick, all the way from shaft to the end. Remus smirked, such a tease, he thought. 

Sirius moaned again, head plopping back into the pillows James had placed when he moved to the side.

Remus hummed “Stop teasing him so much sweetheart,” he said as he placed a hand on the side of Sirius’ face, brushing lightly from his temple to his neck all the while looking tenderly at the boy, “He might just combust in flames if you keep it up.” 

You stroked Sirius one more time, brushing your thumb over his tip the way you knew he liked so much and then you leaned down again, this time wrapping your mouth around his tip. You didn’t go down too deep at first, only really staying around the tip, making sure to test how much you could actually fit into your mouth without it getting uncomfortable. 

You started moving your tongue around his tip, nipping and teasing. Another moan escaped from Sirius’ mouth, James didn’t know where to look as he touched himself, either at you or Sirius’ pleasure-driven face. At some point, you felt a slight buckle of Sirius’ hips, or at least an attempt of it, since both James and Remus had managed to restrain him from moving too much. 

“Please,” he begged. You knew exactly what he wanted. When he got all whinny like that, it was because he wanted you to pick up the pace, either by stroking him faster or bobbing your hips up and down his length. You squeezed slightly with your hand since you knew how much he liked it when you clenched your “tight little pussy” around him. And finally, you started to bob your head up and down, slowly, taking in very little of him in your mouth at first. Testing the waters.

Sirius emitted the kind of groan you only heard of him when he was so deep into you, he couldn’t think of anything else. You then felt Remus’ hand, the one he wasn’t using to hold Sirius’s hip, moving under your skirt. Slowly moving up until he reached the tender flesh of the inside of your tight. And then he went further up, tracing your slit with his long finger. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Pads, if you could feel how wet she is at this point… she’s practically dripping.”

Remus knew exactly what he was doing, Sirius was as much into physical pleasure as emotional, much like you were, and Remus was well aware knowing such a thing would set his boyfriend on fire, he wasn’t wrong, you could feel his hips trying to buckle into your mouth again, only to be stopped by the boys’ strong hands.  

Remus did not remove his hand either, he kept playing around your slit, slowly parting with two fingers as you perked your ass just a bit more for easier access, which just had him grin. You moaned when he placed one of his fingers over your clit and started rubbing, Remus had the most confident grip when it came to finger fucking you, and he always delivered. 

You started taking in a bit more of Sirius, forcing yourself a little over what you’d consider your comfort zone. Every moan his noises and Remus’ hands pulled from you, reverberating across his cock and bringing him closer. 

“Sweethea… aaaah, fuck.” Sirius was trying to tell you something, but the way his moans sounded, you knew exactly what he wanted to say. 

Regardless, it was James who took his hand away from his own cock and bought it to caress your back, “Kitten…” he said softly, you eyed him, not stopping the way you moved your mouth around Sirius, which almost got him to lose his train of thought, “Kitten, Sirius is about to come,” he informed. 

You hummed in response, being aware of it already. You knew. Finally, that brought Remus back into the conversation “Wait, luv, does that mean you’re going to…” you hummed again. 

“fuck,” you heard him whisper. She’s gonna swallow, he thought, not being able to keep his eyes off you. 

Sirius was just as impressed, even if he wasn’t thinking much at this point, he had brought his hand down, and he toyed with your hair before settling it just over the back of your neck, he wasn’t pushing though, he was rubbing soft circles with his thumb, even amongst all the madness you’d brought to him, he was still thinking of your comfort. 

You drove your head up and down three more times, and then you felt it, warm and a little salty, spurring into your mouth. And as you had planned you swallowed it all, helping Sirius ride through his orgasm by still bobbing your head a couple of times. 

“It’s ok sweetheart,” you heard James, he still had his hand on your back “He’s done, you can stop.” 

You did, slowly taking your mouth out and letting your head fall over Sirius’ belly, making sure to keep your ass up so Remus wouldn’t stop toying with your pussy, which he wasn’t planning on either way. Sirius looked at you, breath heavy as he wrapped his hand over your cheek, “That was incredible sweets, and for your first time.” 

You pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his stomach, and then turned your eyes back to him “I’d been observing you…” you said. Being stoped by your own moan as Remus drove a finger inside of you “taking notes of what each of my boys likes best.” 

“fuck you’re so tight,” the boy whispered, only James heard, you and Sirius were too wrapped in your own little bubble. 

“Have you now?” he said with a teasing smile, “you might become the best of the three,” he whispered, it earned him a smack from James, who had been attentively watching the way Remus finger fucked you, imagining how it would look like without the skirt. 

“Next time you beg for me to blow you after a game I’ll tell you to go beg elsewhere,” he teased. Which earned a chuckle from you and Sirius. 

“I want to see,” Sirius added, motioning to Remus’ hand under your skirt. 

“That makes two of us,” James said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a sitting position, you whined in response, almost crying at the loss of Remus’ expert fingers. 

“It’s ok baby, we’re just gonna reposition,” James cooed, and he started to unbutton your shirt as Remus got on the bed, taking off his shirt in one swift motion before helping James remove yours. The boys moved in tandem, smoothly as if they knew exactly what the other was about to do next, which perhaps they did, since they knew each other so well. Once the shirt was off, you felt the cold air perk your nipples, giving both boys sitting in front of you their own little show. While that was going on, Remus was the one to unbutton and unzip your skirt, lifting you up towards him as James pulled it off. 

Remus placed you in between his legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft bare skin of your back flushing against his torso. He hadn’t yet removed his pants, but you could feel how hard he was under them, so hard it’s gotta be painful.

But Remus had only two moods, either being patient or being desperate; today he was the first one, so when you rocked your hips back, trying to get a reaction, he just held you down “Steady on sweetheart, let us enjoy you first.” 

And they were going to enjoy you, while Remus spread you wide open, carefully passing your feet over his legs so they would stay in position, James had leaned in to spread soft kisses on your neck. All of you facing Sirius, who was just smiling darkly at the sight. 

Remus was slow at first, passing a hand over your inner tight, massaging the soft skin before getting closer to your slit. Even then, he just massaged around it “Remus!” you whined, which only earned him a chuckle. 

“What is it luv?” he asked, playing dumb. 

“Yeah, what is it?” James asked, unlaching his lips from your neck and turning to you, joining the teasing. 

“Please!” you added, grabbing onto Remus’ hand and placing it on your slit. 

Finally, he complied, tracing his strong fingers over your slit, still impossibly wet. James had already moved on to kiss one of your nipples, nipping and teasing the tender skin. Sucking it into peaks before laying it back with his tongue. One of his hands had been placed in the small of your neck, and the other on your other breast, making sure not to let it skip on the fun. 

“How are you three so goddamned beautiful?” you heard Sirius mumble as he enjoyed the view. 

This time around, after toying with your clit once more, Remus placed two fingers inside instead of one, which had you gasp, but he just smiled devilishly as he thrusted them in and out, eliciting one of his favourite sounds in the world, your moans. While lost in bliss, you felt James’ cock brush against your skin, which made you remember how forgotten you had left him tonight, so you reached out and brushed your hand around it, brushing your thumb over the tip a couple of times, earning a couple of moans from him. 

“Yes, please,” he whispered, and you complied, finally starting to stroke him. James did not stop the kissing as you continued to move your hand up and down his length, only moaning your name a couple of times, and squeezing your breast a little tighter when he was close. 

You were just as close, you realized Remus had been not only finger fucking you, but preparing you as well, slowly stretching you out with the help of his two fingers. Remus was big, and without stretching, he just didn’t fit in. And if he was stretching you out, then it meant he knew he’d get your wet little cunt tonight and it only fueled him more and turned you on even more in return. You buckled your hips against his fingers a couple of times, and his pace became faster. Just like your stroking around James’ cock. 

James came first, thrusting into your hand as his cum dripped all over it, finally unlatching himself from your nipples and breathing heavily as he stared dumbly at you and Remus, lips parted and slightly red, just the sight of it made you buckle your hips against Remus’ hand once again. He was about to take his wand to clean your hand with it, when Remus used his free hand to bring it over to his mouth and ran his tongue from your wrist bone to your fingers, licking most James’ cum along, which James swore made his cock twitch again. 

And then Remus turned to you, not slowing down the pace on your pussy, but looking as calm as unbothered as if he were a teacher asking a student for an answer “Do you want to taste him too, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, and he pushed your hand towards your mouth, carefully placing the soft section between your thumb and your wrist right over your lips, it was the only section still covered with James’ cum, and you slowly brought your lips around it, sucking carefully on your hand and letting your lips slowly go back to their place as Remus’ pulled your hand out. James was a little saltier than Sirius, but also relatively sweet.

“fuck… i’m gonna end up getting hard again,” you heard James’ groan, which had Sirius chuckle as he pulled the boy towards him. 

“Come Prongs, enjoy the show with me,” he said with a smile. James leaned in and gave Sirius a short kiss before leaning on his shoulder. 

“All right sweetheart, your turn,” Remus said as he brought his index finger from the other hand to your clit, you leaned your head back on his shoulder, buckling your hips against him with more conviction now that you weren’t distracted by anything else. 

His pace quickened and you moaned and whined under his expert hands “Hmmm… please Rem, I’m about to…” 

“It’s ok baby, be good and come all over my fingers,” he cooed, and you did, harshly pulling your head back as you allowed him to finger fuck you to oblivion. “There we go, such a good girl for me, isn’t that right?” he praised, as he brought his hand, still wet with your slick over to his mouth and sucked sinfully over the two fingers that were inside of you, moaning as he tasted your juices. He then turned back to you again. “Now, are you gonna allow me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours tonight or do you feel too tired already?” 

You wanted nothing more than for Remus to stretch you up just right, so you nodded, head still a little foggy from the high, “Please Remus,” you added for good measure, moving your hips back just to feel him press against you one more time. 

Finally, you moved to the side, allowing the boy to take both his pants and underwear off before he laid down on the bed, Remus knew it was easier for you to be the one to ride him, at least at first –and when he was the first one– since that way you had a little more control over how big he was, and he was always more than happy to let you do it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the way your breast bounced as you bobbed up and down his length. And he knew the boys liked it just as much, so he strategically laid in a way so that they would get a good view of you. 

You slowly straddled him, placing both knees on each side of his hip before rubbing yourself against his cock a couple of times, causing him to moan this time. You were still so fucking wet.

Eventually, you lifted yourself up and lined him with your entrance. He placed both of his hands around your hips, to help hold you up as you slowly pushed yourself down, moaning as you went as deep as you could. Remus had responded to your tightness with a grunt, truth be told he’d been dreaming of it from the moment he went to pick you up. 

You started bobbing up and down his length, slow at first, but picking up that pace as your walls got used to his size. Remus had his hands on your waist, helping you move easily as he started to thrust up into you, reaching the right spot. “fuck… yes,” you said breathily as he continued thrusting.

“So fucking tight,” Remus breathed as he helped you ride him, completely focused on you, on your parted lips, your soft huffs and moans; you were absolutely entrancing in the way you moved your hips on him, “You’re taking me in so well sweetheart…” 

You moaned, and clenched around him, which just caused him to buckle against you even harder. That got you to whimper and you brought both of your palms to lay over his shoulders, to hold yourself better as you continued to rock your hips on the boy, “Baby… if you keep that up I’m not gonna last,” he added, and just to tease him, you clenched again, eliciting a moan from the boy so sinful, it fueled you to keep moving, faster this time around.

“So beautiful, aren’t they Prongs?” you heard Sirius say, almost not quite registering it with the way Remus’ cock trusted into you right after. The other boy hummed in response, not able to take his eyes off the way you were moving. 

When Remus was close, he switched the two of you around, laying you flat on the bed as he brought one of his hands over to your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me one last time sweetheart,” he said as he continued to thrust. Holding back his own orgasm, he wanted to hear you moan his name as he came. 

And after a few more flicks and circles of his thumb, with his pace quickening, you came, “hmm Remus…” you whispered as he continued to thrust inside of you, the way your walls clenched around tipping the boy over the edge, he had hold it back so long, he practically grunted into your ear and spiled inside of you.

Eventually, he pulled back, staring at your pussy as he panted, you knew what he wanted and so you squeezed, allowing the thick white liquid to spill from your inside, dripping from your entrance to the back of your ass. Remus really liked to see the evidence of fucking you, somehow satisfying his most primal desires, or so he’d told you once. 

Remus brought one of his hands back to your cunt, you shivered with the contact since you were still slightly overstimulated, but he didn’t budge, using his middle and index to gather some of your combined juices, he angled his head cockily, “Are you gonna taste me tonight as well sweetheart?” he asked. 

You smiled wickedly, using your elbows to prop yourself up and leaning in towards the boy’s hand, not bothering to answer as you opened your mouth and wrapped it around both of his fingers, making sure to let your lips pull as you slowly hollowed your mouth and pulled yourself back, licking your lips as you completely separated from the boy. Remus had not been expecting that, his cocky demeanour faltering as his mouth dried. Remus was the sweetest of the three. 

A/N: this is the third piece of smut I’ve written so far, and omg this definitely got out of hand. Regardless… I do feel like I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe? A little bit? At least I don’t feel the cringe, anymore. Saying that, I do still stop myself every now and then and wonder “what the hell am I writing?” In a “I’d be burned in the stake for imagining these things” sort of way haha! Either way, I’m having fun, and that’s what matters!

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Sugar Rush Sugar daddy! Leon x fem! reader

warnings: NSFW, sugardaddy! Leon, fem! reader, oral (f receiving), praise kink, age gap

summary: broke reader looks for a sugar daddy which happens to be Leon S. Kennedy

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“A week? How am I expected to find the money for rent by then?”

“I’ve given you 2 months to figure that out. This is the last straw, if rent is not paid by then, I’m afraid I’ll have to kick you out.”

“But I don’t even have a job I-”

The asshole hung up. Yet another door slamming right in your face. You throw your phone down on your couch as you sit next to it and contemplate what to do next. You can’t find enough money to pay in the span of a week, that’s impossible. You’ve been eating instant ramen for almost 3 weeks straight to cut down on costs, you’re starting to forget what real food tastes like.

You sigh and think about how you ended up in this situation in the first place, once being a hopeful college student who just graduated, full of energy, life, and so much optimist it’s nauseating. Found a new apartment in the capital and moved in a week later to find a job with nothing other than 3 cents to your name and a dream. You anticipated that finding a job with your degree won’t be such a difficult task, sure, your GPA wasn’t the best, but surely it won’t be that hard to secure a job.

If only you knew how naïve you were.

You’ve spent the past 4 months looking for a job left and right. Are people seriously not hiring these days? Either that or someone is praying on your downfall, or perhaps both. You’re way past the state of rock bottom at this point, if you looked through a dictionary for the word “fucked” a picture of your face would be there instead, smiling proudly with a medal around your neck. Your fingers claw at your life-long dreams as they try to slip away from your grasp.

Picking the skin off your lips, you start thinking about how you might have to move back to your home town, live with your parents again while they give you the ‘I told you so’ look, have to deal with people’s comments on why you came back and then have explain like a low life loser why. You start racking your brain for ways to find money, you need cash, and you need it fast.

How about you start selling drugs? Nah, you’d never survive in a field like that. Become a stripper perhaps? You’d fall off that pole and break your neck before you would’ve made a single penny. Your brain is filtering through the possible options you have at hand so quickly, your positive that smoke is coming out your ears at this rate. And that’s when you get it, the answer you were looking for.

A sugar daddy.

Bingo. The picture in your head features a white light with the silhouette of a smoking hot man in a suit leaning on a Porshe in the distance as dollar bills fall like flower petals angelically behind him. You do find older men a little hot, not that you tried dating any, but you’re not opposed to the idea of doing so. You’re no stranger to developing crushes on some older celebrities and video game characters, so this shouldn’t be any different…right? Look, you didn’t want it to reach this point, but desperate times call for desperate measures and in a week from now, you’re going to be homeless if you don’t start searching for someone’s dad to date right now. And apparently that’s all it took to convince you, as you find yourself downloading the app already.

Once the download is complete you open it, and you’re starting setting up your account. You pick the nicest picture you have of yourself, and it doesn’t take long before your account is good to go. Your eyes scan the matches that pop up on the screen, seeing the different faces in front of you that could be your new ticket of getting out of the predicament you’re in. And as you look, you read some of the disgusting bios that these men have, and soon enough a wave of self-awareness comes crashing down on you making you feel utterly disgusted with yourself. Are you seriously willing to go on dates with these dirty old men whose intentions are most definitely filthy, and for what? A hundred or two? You’re better than that, you’re an inspiring young woman with so mu-

Ding!

The device in your hand vibrates, grabbing your attention as you get sent a message request from someone on the app.  You open the message, the username is L.S.Kennedy and his message says

“Are all girls usually this pretty? Or is it just you?”.

You stare at the message in front of you for a good minute, that might’ve been the cheesiest thing you’ve ever read since middle school. The account that sent it doesn’t have a profile picture and the bio just mentions his age. He is in his early forties, and aside from that you know nothing about the man. Your survival instincts start kicking in telling you that it’s a bad idea, talking to strangers especially men, online is how most people end up murdered only for their bodies to be found in a ditch. In addition, this man is cringy as fuck, there is no way he thought that would actually work. Those fifty dollars are not worth the years these jokes of his are going to take off your life span. No way, won’t work, you’d rather be homeless.

Ding!

“Sorry if I came on too strong, I want to get to know you. How about 500$ for a first date? I’m willing to go higher.”

Your eyes go wide as you reread the number on your screen over, and over again. 500$. One date.

You love cringy and sappy shit, always had. They are in fact your favorite, love you a man with some cheesy pick-up lines. Call it love, call it fate, but this L.S.Kennedy guy is actually starting to grow on you.

“Hi! No not at all, I’d like to know you as well.”

Okay, that’s a lie. Being a slut and a liar is too much. You couldn’t care less about getting to know him, but alas rent won’t pay itself. The two of you then start talking for around an hour or two, he seems like a really nice guy. His name is apparently Leon and actually lives not too far away. His jokes are well… interesting. Epitome of dad jokes but again the man is the same age as your dad so that’s no surprise. On the bright side, he’s respectful and shockingly hasn’t said anything sexual or made you feel uncomfortable, so that’s a good start. Maybe this whole idea isn’t so bad after all.

The date was set for tomorrow at 7pm. He offered to pick you up but you refused. Listen, you’re dumb enough to go on a date with a man you knew for less than two hours for some quick cash, but not dumb enough to send him your address. The date will be at a nearby restaurant, one of the fanciest restaurants in Washington DC. You even heard that some celebrities and governmental officials actually go there.

Truth be told, you’re starting to get excited, this is by far the nicest thing a man has ever done to you. Albeit, the voice at the back of your head keeps reminding you that he could be dangerous, a stalker, a criminal, or worse, likes banana flavored stuff. A man with this much money is either in a higher up position, or simply working with the wrong people. Now that you think about it, perhaps asking him what he does for a living would’ve been a wise choice. But you didn’t want to sound like you were going after his money! Well, you are but at the end of the day, you still have manners.

The next day eventually rolls around and you start getting ready. You pick the best dress you have that hugs your body perfectly. Wanted to go for something which screams classy and elegant yet still hot. Just because you’re in debt, doesn’t mean you need to look like it as well.

Your friend agrees to drops you off at the location, she knows you’re going on a date with some guy you met on a dating app. She was almost as excited as you were when you found out where this “gentleman” was treating you. Little does she know this said “gentleman” is twice your age… let’s just hope you’re not going out on a date with someone’s husband.

Walking into the restaurant, you shoot him a text informing him that you arrived. Your phone vibrates a couple seconds later with a text that says.

“Waiting for you on the table near the second window.”

You start making your way to the table, and when you eventually find it, you’re greeted by the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your entire life standing near the table. He smiles softly and compliments you, you brain still didn’t register what he said though, as you’re still in awe with how good he looks.

Light brown hair, stormy blue eyes, a slight stubble decorating his chin and crow’s feet forming on the corner of his eyes as he smiles. His body, is in such a good form. Broad shoulders and massive biceps making the white button up shirt that he’s wearing tight in some areas. The chest, oh the chest, surprised how he’s not wearing a bra with those pillows glued to his chest, enough milk supply to feed a whole village.

The hidden cameras better come out now cause you’re definitely getting set up. This man is paying you to go out with him, while you’d pay a kidney and sell your friend for him to even step near you. He definitely has the sugar and daddy part checked off. You spent all this time searching for a job with no success, and you bag him first try? Maybe you should consider switching domains.

The two of you sit down at your table. The view from the window next to you is breath taking, the sun is setting and as she does, the rays reflect on the glass windows of the building below you creating a masterpiece of orange and red hues. The breeze up here is so refreshing, as the faint sound of by-passing cars honk below you. Your eyes move back to the man in front of you.

“This place is nice.”

“Glad you like it sweetheart.”

You’re already fighting the urge to sit on his lap and all he did was call you a stupid pet name. If you were a dog, your tail would definitely be wagging right now. The waiter eventually walks over to your table and you both place your meals before he walks away leaving the two of you alone once more.

“Can I ask you a question?” you say and he raises an eyebrow in return followed by a polite smile.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Why do you not have your name or your face on your profile?”

Understandable question, he’s hot as fuck and would have woman fighting over him on that app if he showed his face. He chuckles at your question, the kind of laugh that sounds like a yacht and a mansion in the Maldives.

“Well, my field of work requires me to keep a low profile, not that I’m complaining anyway. Plus I don’t think my face is really important in these kinds of dates anyways. I know that probably looked really suspicious but I can assure you, I’m not trying to kill you.” He says the last part as he raises his hands defensively.

You nod gently in return. While that did answer some of the questions you had, you were still intrigued to learn more about him. What field does he work in anyway? How can he afford all this? Curiosity was getting the best of you, and so you ask.

“What do you do for a living?”

He grins, and looks at you for a few moments before answering.

“Hmm I get it. Nothing illegal, so that pretty head of yours can stop worrying.” You’re honestly a bit embarrassed now, it’s a date not an interview. But you needed to make sure that you’re safe okay! Better safe than sorry.

He then starts asking questions about your interests, past, favorite movies, etc. And soon enough your food arrives, you continue chatting as you take some bites out of your dish. He’s genuinely interesting, and very attentive. You notice how he watches your expression, body language, and the tone of your voice. Throughout the conversation you learn a bit more about him as well, learned how he went to police academy, hated wearing ties, and thinks that reading books is boring. Last one is a bit problematic, but sure.

Time passes and maybe it’s your brain playing tricks on you, or maybe it’s the wine you keep on sipping, but he seems to get flirtier by the minute. You notice the way his eyes drop down to your lips shamelessly as you speak, and how they linger for a little too long on your chest. You’re not completely innocent however, you are guilty of tilting your head to the side every now and then, batting your pretty mascara covered lashes at him causing a smirk to rise on his face. You manage to get away with it a couple of times before he decides to comment about it.

“Need something sweetheart? I’d like to hear some of those thoughts of yours.”

“I think you’re hot.” That was bold, but he asked for it. Your words don’t even take him by surprise, he knew what you were thinking about, its written all over your face but he just needed you to say it out loud.

“Feelings mutual. How about we get out of here yeah?”

He orders the bill which he pays while leaving a generous tip. The two of you get up, head out the restaurant’s door, and walk over to his car. He opens the door for you in true gentleman fashion and gets in himself. The car smells clean, almost like its brand new. The inside is plain with not much decoration but pretty neat. The windows are tinted blocking out anyone from spying in. He twists the car keys and the engine roars to life and soon enough you start heading towards his place.

Sometime during the ride home, his hand rests on the inside of your thigh and starts slowly moving up to your center before stopping. You bite your lip as heat starts pooling between your legs. His hand then begins caressing your thigh, running his thumb up and down, so close yet so far from where you actually want him to be. The whole time his eyes are fixated on the road ahead of him, simply toying with you for his own fun. Things remain the same for a while before his hands snake up our dress even further, thumb making contact with your cunt. His strokes are lazy and weak, almost as if his fingers are ghosting over your bundle of nerves.  Your hips squirm at the sensation and you attempt to move your hips closer to his hand to get more friction. But as you do that moves his hand away from you and repositions itself back on your thigh causing you to whine in protest.

“Almost there baby, can you wait a few minutes more for me? Promise I will make it worth it.”

He looks over to you and you nod a little too enthusiastically. His lips upturn into a smile at your eagerness.

“Such a good girl.” He says, his knuckle brushing against your cheek.

The car then parks at an apartment building, the type that is 16 stories high and the oxygen alone, feels more high quality. He gets out of the car and opens the door for you, before taking your hand in his and making his way to the entrance. The sound of your heels clacking on the tile floor of the reception as you follow his lead to the double doored elevator. You both walk in and he presses the button to the last floor which is followed by the elevator doors closing.

As soon as the two of you are alone in the space, his hand grabs your wrist pinning you onto one of the walls as his other hand grabs your hip before crashing his lips onto yours. You kiss him back, your free hand touching the exposed part of his neck before going up into his hair. He groans at the sensation and grinds his hips into yours, feeling his hardened cock through his pants causing you back to arch. His tongues coax its way into your mouth and you reciprocate. Both of your lips disconnect for a moment as he decides to move to your neck next, sucking and biting on the open skin leaving red and purple marks to blossom in the places where his mouth once was. A soft whine escapes you at the feeling of his hot mouth on the sensitive skin of the crook of your neck.

The elevator dings announcing your arrival, which is followed by the door opening revealing the stupendous penthouse in front of you. The windows are ceiling high and have a wondrous view of the capital, the apartment is dimly lit with only a few lamps illuminating the black and gray living room furniture. The house that you see getting sold for millions of dollars.

“I’ll give you a tour later.”

He says as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, giving your now exposed behind a smack, and your legs kick in return. He makes his way up the stairs and into what you can only assume is his bedroom before tossing you down on your back and caging you in with his arms. Your hands reach out locking behind his neck pulling him into another kiss, as his hand reaches out for your breast, fondling it through the fabric of your dress.

The stickiness between your legs is starting to get uncomfortable as the sensations of pleasure start taking over you. His hips which are now situated between your legs start rutting against you and open your legs further in return. You feel a hand unzip your dress as you shift slightly allowing him to take the article of clothing off which is then followed by your bra. As soon as your top naked, he wastes no times latching his mouth to one of your stiff peaks, while the other hand flicks the other. He switches between sucking on your nipple and leaving some bite marks of the delicate flesh.

Moments later the removes his mouth with a resounding pop, and starts kissing his way down from the valley between your breasts till the waistband of your panties. He gets off of you for a moment to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt removing it and tossing it somewhere behind him, his pants following a second later. Your eyes travel over his body, unsure where to look at first. Chiseled chest muscles with some trimmed chest hair, defined abs and an unremarkable V line leading to his covered crotch area with few scars scattered all over his body like stars.

“Staring is rude y’know. But you’re cute so I’ll let it pass.” He jokes and moves positioning himself between your legs, he gives your clothed cunt an open-mouthed kiss, his hot breath making you squirm at the feeling.

“Been wanting to taste you all night.”

His fingers grab the hem of your panties pulling them off, revealing your glistening core to him. You feel the familiar sensation of his thumb on your clit once again moving in firm circular motions as his eyes remain glued to your center. The same thumb then moves down to your entrance collecting some of your dripping arousal before going back to its original position.

“Damn baby, all of that for me?”

You nod, your eyes feeling heavy and brain fuzzy from his skilled fingers.

“What you get your clit rubbed a few times and now you can no longer speak? Use your words, I know you can.”

“Yeah, for you. All for you.”

“Atta girl”

He speaks before replacing his thumb with his mouth, your head falls back against the plush mattress as a moan escapes your lips. His hands grab your hips keeping them in place as he eats you like a man starved. He shifts between sucking on your bundle of nerves and dipping his tongue into your entrance, as the prickly feeling of his stubble somehow makes the whole experience much hotter.

Your completely fucked out at this point and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. This is probably the best head you’ve ever gotten in your life. Maybe going after older men was the right call after all. Your hand reaches out and grips his soft hair tugging on it, earning a groan from him which vibrates through you, only intensifying the feeling bubbling inside of you. The view in front of you is now practically burn in the back of your mind till the day you die. The knot in your stomach only seems to get tighter and tighter as his tongue laps over your cunt over and over again.

“Gonna cum.”

“On my face baby, show me how good it feels.”

He opts to focusing on sucking on your clit as two of his fingers penetrate you, and begin to move at the perfect pace and that was enough to send you over the edge. Stars explode behind your eyes as your whole-body shakes. The feeling of his tongue on you that was once causing you pleasure, has now turned into the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation. You whimper and tug on his hair once again. His face detaches from your core, chin shiny and coated with your arousal as he sucks off the remaining fluid on his fingers and he moves back up removing his underwear. His dick springs free, tip red leaky with precum as he strokes it a few times. Dropping down to your level, he gives your lips a soft kiss while he teases your entrance with his dick for a few moments before he bullies it into you with ease thanks to how wet you’ve gotten. He sucks in a breath of air as your heat envelops him. The tip almost kisses the opening of your cervix as pain and pleasure start to become undifferentiable. You feel full, the fullest you’ve ever been.

“Fuck, tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had”

Both of you are now face to face with each other, as he gives your furrowed brow a quick peck. His hips then start to move back before going in once more. He grabs your hip with both of his hands as he starts picking up the pace. The look on your face says it all, completely and utterly cock drunk. Eyes droopy, mouth drooling, and babbling pure none sense.

“You still with me sweetheart?” he chuckles as he continues his rocking motion.

“Feels good.”

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you Leon, thank you so much.”

In return, his pace quickens. The sounds of skin smacking and both of your moans fill the quiet room. You don’t know where that came from, never in your life you ever said something like this. This man puts his dick in you once and he’s already rearranging all of your brain chemistry… and your organs. You’re already starting to feel your orgasm creeping up on you once more as your moans only seem to get louder. The pace that Leon is fucking you in, in addition to the praises that are spilling out of his mouth in tandem force another orgasm out of you as you claw at his forearms in attempts to stay grounded.

The spasming sensation of your heat around him causes him to moan as his peak approaches. He pulls out of you, gives himself a few strokes before finishing all over your stomach and collapsing next to you. After his breathing regulates again, gets up, grabs a towel and cleans the mess he made before tucking you in and placing a kiss at the crown of your head.

“Leon” your voice softly calls out to him.

“Yeah?”

“Are all middle-aged men usually this pretty, or is it just you?”

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[astupidweeb69]

You know x-virus don’t get enough love…. Do you have any head cannons regular or nsfw (maybe both)??

I've been thinking about this guy a lot lately for some reason. Also I've never written for Cody before so hopefully this came out okay.

I was going to work on Toby's but.... I have more inspiration for Cody at the moment. He absolutely doesn't get enough love!

X-Virus Headcannons

SFW

Isn't related to Toby at all. In fact doesn't really look like him either. Sure, he's got the brown hair, but he looks waaay more dorky than Toby does. While Toby has kind of a boy-next-door-from-hell look to him, Cody is more slender and works out less. He looks like your typical STEM student (sickly complexion, poor nutrition, etc.). His whole schtick requires him to stay indoors most of the time, in a make-shift lab.

Has a refrigerated van, which he paid to be converted to safely transport whatever science experiments he's got going on in a temperature-controlled environment.

He tries to stay in one place. He's less of a drifter than most of the other creeps but sometimes... the things he does requires him to uproot his life and start over in another town. (No Cody you can't just infect your landlord with a mutated form of tuberculosis when they raise your rent! There will be consequences!)

Has kind of a nasally voice. I feel like he always has a bit of a cold too.

Ironically has a shitty immune system, and probably drinks those Airborne Immune Support drink mixes like it's his job. Also a germaphobe, wearing medical gloves all the time, and his hands are dry and cracked from overusing sanitizer.

LOVES Re-animator. He's rewatched that movie more times than he can count. But he has a love for science fiction movies in general, with horror elements to them. Like Alien.

Also loves zombie apocalypse movies, but that's an obvious one. Specifically 28 Days Later and World War Z.

Sometimes he's like... should I try to make a zombie virus? nah.... unless...?

I also think he was raised by a single father, who worked for a large pharmaceutical company.

Antisocial. I know Toby and him are compared a lot and people give them similar 'hyperactive' personalities, but I don't see that for Cody at all.

Cody's more focused, and is less inclined to interact with others. He doesn't really get lonely?

I'd say he'd get along okay with someone like EJ (both like science, ya know?).

Toby and him hang out a bit - they'll stay in and watch movies together. Or Cody will tag along with him to a bar and watch as Toby fails to pick up anybody. Cody wouldn't say it to his face, but it makes him feel better about his own social skills to see Toby strike out like that.

NSFW (Under the cut!)

I don't know how he'd find himself in this situation - but if he DID have a partner.... the sex would be kind of bland at first?

He doesn't know what he wants and frankly is too much of a germaphobe to get up close and personal with someone he doesn't know well.

You'd have to spend months getting to know him for him to feel comfortable to engage in anything sexual.

I think at the start of the relationship, he'd want to experiment with voyeurism.

He'd be across the room watching you touch yourself, giving you directions while he slowly strokes his cock, loving the feeling of ordering you around.

But as things escalate, of course, he'd give in to his urges. However, the voyeurism would become how he likes to foreplay.

Out of all the creeps (most of whom I view as being dominant) he's actually pretty tame.

He whimpers a lot, and it sounds almost pathetic when he moans. He's been holding out for so long for the right person, and when he finally gets to fuck he's absolutely drunk off of you.

That said, his sex drive is about average.

One of his roleplay fantasies is him being the experienced scientist, and you being his lovely little assistant.

Probably started after the first time you helped him in his lab.

He just kept thinking of you in a tiny little lab coat, bent over his desk - papers and test tubes falling to the ground while his hips piston into you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting my roommate’s dirty dishes in her bathroom?

I (20F) have four roommates, Alice (21F), Alice’s bf Jake (26M), Penny (19F) and Hannah (20F).

Penny, Hannah and I share a bathroom, while Alice and Jake share one. There is one kitchen and we do not have a dishwasher. Jake also doesn’t actually live with us he sorta just moved in with Alice. Penny was originally with Alice in terms of the bathrooms but started getting grossed out by Jake’s bathroom habits because he kept pissing on the seat, so Hannah and I let her use ours.

Alice never does the dishes. But she cooks a lot. She’ll pile dishes in to the point where it feels like we’re playing jenga trying to remove any of them to free the faucet. Hannah and Penny outright refused to do any of Alice’s dishes from the getgo, and mostly do their own… when the sink is clear. Jake refuses to do any dishes because he “doesn’t actually live here” (we’re very well aware of that, Jake. He doesn’t pay rent he’s Alice’s “long term guest”) Because of Alice’s dishes in the sink, Hannah and Penny leave theirs on the counter and block up space until the faucet is free and they can wash theirs.

Anyways, for a while I started doing the top layer of Alice’s dishes to free up space so I could wash my own, but I quickly got irritated because Alice would leave them for weeks at a time and not do anything and I was tired of cleaning her dishes for her before I did my own.

I talked to Hannah and Penny and we decided to give Alice an ultimatum, either do your dishes or we will throw them away. Over the course of the year we had to have multiple talks with Alice about doing the dishes that never ended up going anywhere because Alice would fail to follow through on any promise to do them.

Alice was upset about this and said we weren’t being fair because she has to “cook for 2 people” so I raised the point that then Jake should do the dishes because she’s cooking and he does jack shit. She got upset and said we were always trying to do a “us vs them” between me Penny and Hannah vs Alice and Jake. That wasn���t the intention but both of them are being crappy roommates so it seemed that way.

I told Alice then fine, if she left her dishes in the sink for more than 3 days, I’d find somewhere else for them. She said yeah sure whatever. I waited 4 days and then put her dishes in her and Jake’s bathroom. Filled the sink with them and then put the others in the bathtub.

Alice and Jake got pissed off about this because now they “couldn’t wash their hands or shower”. I mean, I couldn’t wash my dishes with their dirty ones in the way, so it seemed like a fair trade to me. The shower and sink would be free if they cleaned the dishes out of them.

Hannah and Penny disagree with what I did but they’re staying out of it because they don’t want Alice to be mad at them. I don’t care I just want to be able to wash my dishes without worrying if there’s weird mold and mildew growing on the plates that have sat there for weeks. We did get cockroaches at one point but Alice claims it was because Penny likes to leave the screen door open to get fresh air, while the rest of us are pretty sure it’s because she kept leaving food in the sink.

Jake tried to shower in our restroom but I told him no, he’s not allowed. He can go back to his own apartment to shower, or clean the dishes in Alice’s bathroom so he went home but not after calling me a “crazy psycho bitch”. Alice got really upset about this because I “chased Jake out” and is still refusing to do her dishes, it’s been 3 days as of writing this. I’m pretty sure at some point she’s used our bathroom to wash her hands but I know she hasn’t showered since then.

Penny offered to do Alice’s dishes if Alice paid her $5 per plate but Alice refused. She dropped it down to $2 per plate and Alice still refused. She has been exclusively ordering takeout the last few days because all her plates are dirty and we won’t let her use ours.

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

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pairing: protective!sweet!rafe cameron x recovering!drug addict!reader

warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-“ Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

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Roomies, Ch. 2: A Little Chaos Never Hurt

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WC: 2574 - Rated T - Written for @intrualityweek 2024 - In which Patton's pretty sure Remus is high. Plus a peek into Remus' head. -

“R—Remus?” Patton’s feet stuck to the floor and the weight of his backpack pulled at his shoulders until he thought he might fall right through. He didn’t even breathe as he re-read the number scrawled on the tiny envelope in his hand then looked back up at the number on the door. 313. This was definitely his new room. And his new roommate was…

“Y—you—you’re a Senior?”

Remus laughed, shaking his head, and scooped up the duffel Patton had dropped at his feet. “Nah, I’m a freshie just like you, man,” he said and pulled him inside with his other hand. “What took you so long? I was beginning to worry you weren’t ever gonna make it.”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded. “Me, too, actually. It was a… a trek.” The windows that wouldn’t open on the overheated Greyhound. The frantic search for a local bus to campus from the station. The hours in line at the Housing Office. 

Logan sitting on the bed in his Ro’s dorm room. 

Remus grinned at him expectantly. Like he really wanted to know what had caused him to arrive so late. Patton tried to shrug but he ended up just shuddering. “Um, well—”

The door across the hall opened and closed, and a lanky guy in a purple-trimmed hoodie stuck his head inside their room. “Hey, man,” he drawled to Remus. “Thanks again for switching rooms.”

“Eh,” he dismissed the gratitude with a wave achingly similar to one of Ro’s gestures. “My pleasure!” He winked at Patton before turning back to the other guy and smiling. “This room’s got better light anyway.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” he muttered, pulling his hood lower over his eyes. Remus just shrugged and the guy gave them a little two-fingered salute before slinking down the hallway and leaving them alone.

“Was he—” Patton peered down the hall at the guy as he stepped into the elevator. “Was he supposed to be in this room with me?”

“Yeah,” Remus grinned, dragging over Patton’s largest bag and hefting it up onto the bed. “Mom and Dad wanted to keep things fair and since they were paying for Ro Bro to have a single room to make space for Lo, they went and got me one, too.”

“But…” Patton’s face scrunched so hard his head hurt. “I…I still don’t understand.”

“Vee’s a senior and shoulda gotten a single. He just missed the deadline. It was really just bad luck that Ro and I swooped in and snatched up ours right after the waitlist opened for the pathetic underclass.” He smirked and gave a little shoulder shimmy. “At least that’s what the hot guy in the RA office told me.”

“But…” Patton worked off his backpack and set it down on the floor next to the bed. Wincing, he rubbed a knot in his shoulder. “Won’t your parents be mad you switched rooms? That you’re not in the room they paid for?”

“I dunno,” he paused like he had to think about it, Patton’s last bag dangling from his hand. Finally he shrugged and flashed Patton a manic smile. “Maybe? I’ll tell ‘em I had a good reason.” He plopped the bag on the floor next to the others.

“Which was?” Patton prompted.

Remus stared back at him, brow crinkled. After a moment, his face lit up and he grinned. “Oh, the reason why I switched?”

“Well, yeah?” Patton stared at him. Was he high? Remus’ eyes had danced in their sockets as he'd rambled but focused directly on Patton whenever he spoke. He didn’t smell like weed, but Patton supposed an edible or drops or something wouldn’t leave behind an odor. Maybe it was something worse than weed? He looked out in the quiet hall, but everyone was either tucked away in their own rooms or on their way to dinner.

Remus blinked at him. “Oh… Well I… I didn’t at first, but after Mom and Dad got me moved in and they went to help RoLo, I had nothing to do, so… I went to go meet the neighbors. Vee was the most interesting person on the floor.” He leaned close and whispered, “It’s a bunch of dance majors on this side of the building.” As if that explained anything. “Vee and I got to talking. Did you know he’s a poetry major? I didn’t even know you could major in poetry! Anyway, Vee showed me his secret pet, ‘Charlotte.’”

“Aww, he brought a pet?” Patton’s fingers itched to stroke a soft fuzzy thing. There’d been a barn cat at camp he’d admired from afar—and downwind, avoiding his dander. He'd leave him bits of fish from dinner, then have to shoo him away if he got too close. His fur had looks silky and fluffy and perfect. Especially for making his eyes water and his nose itch.  “I’ve always wanted a pet," Patton sighed. "That… that might’ve been nice to have a roommate with one.” Remus stepped back, hands shoved into too-tight pockets and something dark passed over his face. 

He’d made him mad. “I—I—I don’t mean you’re not, um—That—that was really nice that you traded rooms so he’d have his own room his last year of school and—”

But Remus just laughed. “Charlotte’s Vee’s pet spider. She’s a tarantula the size of your hand, well… the size of my hand,” he said, waggling long fingers too close to Patton’s face.

“Oh,” Patton shivered, brushing away the imagined touch of eight tiny legs creeping up and down his arms. Back when they were in the sixth grade, Remus had found an absolutely gigantic spider on his way to school and he’d offered it to him and Ro to pet. Patton had screamed at the sight of it and Remus had just barely managed to catch it before Ro crushed it with a math book. “I—” He looked around the tiny room. “It— she’s not still here, is she?”

“Nah, Charlotte's safe and happy in her terrarium, tucked under a quilt in his room.” 

“I…” Patton shuddered. “I don’t like spiders.”

“I remember,” he grinned again, looking over his shoulder as he picked up the clothes he’d dropped when Patton had arrived. “That time I showed you JoJo, you screamed loud enough the Principal heard you in his office up on the second floor.”

“JoJo?” Patton shivered again, eyes wide. “You named it?”

“Mm-hm, kept him happy and alive all summer, too.” Remus tapped the music back on but turned the volume way down. “Then he had babies.” He pinched his thumb and forefinger and mimed plucking something from the palm of his hand. “Tiny little things. Ro Bro got so mad when they got out and I wouldn’t let him squish ‘em,” he laughed. “It was great!”

Apparently Ro had spared him that particular story. Patton shivered again and tried not to imagine Vee’s spider across the hall making babies. Would they be able to get out? The cage had to open sometimes if only to feed it. What did you even feed a pet spider? 

Patton’s stomach grumbled and a blush crawled up his face when Remus laughed. “I was about to say we should probably go check out the dining hall before all the good stuff is gone.” He gathered up one more armful of clothes from his own bag then shoved it all into the bottom drawer. “But it sounds like you had the same idea!” After switching off the music, he pulled on the same old scuffed pair of green leather docs Patton had seen him in since before their senior year. 

Remus followed Patton’s gaze and grinned as he stood, leaving the laces undone. “Finally broke ‘em in.”

He moved to the door and held it open. “Let’s go eat and I’ll help you unpack later.”

“Um,” Patton’s eyes fell on his small blue pack. “Y—you don’t have to, I mean…”

“What’s the matter?” He waggled his eyebrows when he saw where Patton was looking. “Don’t want me to find your porn collection?”

Patton’s blush grew and he shook his head. “No… no nothing—nothing like that, just…” Remus could not see what was in that bag. He was pretty sure Ro didn’t even know he still had it. 

He’d never hear the end of it if Remus found it.

Remus’ grin melted but was back a moment later. “Up to you,” he shrugged then jerked his head toward the hall. “You coming?”

Ignoring his suggestive wink, Patton nodded and followed him out into the hallway. Remus closed the door behind them then jiggled the doorknob, nodding when it wouldn’t open. He didn’t speak again until they’d reached the elevator, just swinging his arms, popping one knuckle at a time with his thumbs. “So…” he finally said, rocking back on his heels before slapping his toes down flat. “If you didn’t know I was gonna be your roommate, what did take you so long? Check-in ended hours ago and you missed Orientation.”

“I, um…” The look on Ro’s face when he’d arrived at his dorm, surprised and not-quite happy, swam before Patton’s eyes and his chest tightened. He cleared his throat and busied himself with checking he had his phone and the not-yet-memorized door codes before stepping onto the elevator.  “I went to my old dorm first. With Ro?” He glanced up, continuing when Remus nodded. “I… I didn’t know I’d been switched.”

Remus stomped his foot and the elevator rattled. “The Housing Office didn’t even fucking bother to tell you?”

“No—I mean, yes, I… I was at camp and—”

“Oh!” Re’s anger melted and he grinned down at him, eyes bright. “You went back to be a counselor at Timber Lake?”

Patton blinked up at him. “You know my camp?”

Remus rolled his eyes but didn’t lose his smile. “You’ve only been going there since you were what, six?”

“Seven,” he corrected absently. “It’s always right after my birthday.”

The elevator opened and Remus wedged his boot against the doors, nodding and sweeping out his arm. Ro would do that. He shrugged when Patton hesitated. “I saw it try to eat some girl’s suitcase before.”

“Thanks,” Patton mumbled and quickly slipped out, giving the doors a wide berth. Remus stayed close behind, and silence fell between them as they followed the path around the gallery. But it didn’t last.

“When did your camp get out?”

“Two weeks ago.” Patton gnawed at the inside of his cheek, eyes down on the path.

“So what, you had a really hot date and couldn’t be bothered to get dressed and check your mail?” He waggled his eyebrows but grew serious when Patton just shook his head.

Patton looked up at him, something in Remus’ eyes hooked into his chest and tried to pull the story out. Whether it was those eyes of his that looked so much like Ro’s without being Ro’s. Or just the way his shoulders sloped, hands in his pockets. Remus seemed smaller… Less imposing. It made Patton want to explain. To tell him everything.

He opened his mouth but the words just wouldn’t come out. Patton’s head drooped and he looked down at his ratty sneakers. What he’d gone through was not even close to what Logan had suffered. Not… really. He shrugged. “I had the option to stay and help close up the camp for the summer… You know… A little extra cash never hurts.” He risked a glance up but Remus wasn’t looking at him, his eyes fixed on a point on the path ahead of them. “So… I came straight to school from camp and went to the room listed in my old letter and… well, you know.”

“So you met Ro’s new beau?”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded, throat tightening again. He felt Remus’ eyes on him and he looked up, pushing a smile onto his face. “He seems really nice. Well…” Logan’s vague threat to put Remus in the hospital if he joked about his parents again sent a shiver down his spine. He’d seen Remus in a fight but even while sad Logan had looked like he’d deliver on the threat. “He told me you called him ‘Little Orphan Annie.’”

“Yeah, he was way too wound up,” Remus laughed. “Did he tell you I offered to make him a real orphan?”

Patton’s feet stuttered and Remus stopped, too. “You what?”

“Yeah, his parents are real dicks. What kind of people would throw their kid out just for coming out, anyway?”

“Bad ones,” Patton muttered.

“My point exactly!” Remus said, arms flung up in the air. 

Patton huffed out a little laugh and Remus grinned back at him, then walked silently for a few more yards. Hands shoved back into his pockets, Remus kept his eyes on the path and asked quietly, “So you really didn’t know about Ro changing roommates?”

“I really didn’t,” Patton shook his head and swallowed against the growing lump in his throat.

“Hmph,” he grunted, brow furrowed. “You know when you ghosted, Ro thought you were mad at him. I mean,” he added when Patton looked up, horrified. “I couldn’t’ve blamed you if you had. I woulda been fucking pissed if I were you.”

Patton shook his head and traced the crack on the sorta-new phone in his pocket. “Oh, I could never just ghost Ro. I lo—like him too much for that.”

If Remus caught his slip, he didn’t let on. “That’s what I thought,” he said and pulled open the door to the dining hall with a little bow. “After you, Roomie.”

~

Hours after dinner and all the unpacking was finished, Remus stumbled out of the shower to find Patton already nestled in a huddle of blankets on his bed. He’d left a desk lamp on, illuminating mostly Remus’ side of the room. But the light still cast a soft glow over the tuft of blond curls spilling out over Patton's pillow.

One hand scrubbing his hair dry with a towel, Remus tiptoed closer to his desk and clicked off the lamp. The room went black for a moment, fading up into a silvery grey as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight battled the lamps out on the edge of the quad, spilling in through the open window blinds and tracing sharp lines over the stubble sprouting along Patton’s jaw. It grew darker than the hair on his head and just as Remus wondered if it was scratchy, Patton sleepily itched his chin and rolled over.

His eyes were softly closed, relaxed in sleep. But his lids were puffy. Dark shadows lay underneath, deepened by the weird zebra striped lighting and contrasted by Patton’s soft, round cheeks. Patton turned his head and, for a second, Remus was pretty sure there were wet spots on his pillowcase. But maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Figuring it was decidedly creepy to stand there in the dark and watch him sleep, Remus threw his towel over his desk chair and climbed into his own bed. Keeping his new tattoo uncovered meant laying on his side, facing Patton’s bed. Silver moonlight glowed in his curls, cherubic.

“‘Night, Patton,” Remus whispered, and mushed his head into his own pillow before forcing his eyes shut.

He didn’t yet know if it was Ro who’d made Patton cry, but if it had been, he’d make sure his brother paid.

The sight of Patton’s face when he learned Remus wasn’t even supposed to be his roommate, big seafoam eyes downcast, fingers twitching at his sides, wrapped itself around his heart and squeezed. If it turned out Patton had been crying because of him, well… Remus had all year to figure out a way to make that up to him.

[roarinsaurus]

AITA for holding a grudge against my roommate for moving out without telling me?

I (25N) had a roommate (??N) for a few months who I let live with me because they needed help finding their footing after getting a work reassignment, which I agreed to help with, too. We got along alright (there was a bit of an Odd Couple thing going on), even though they never paid rent and were always asking me to buy things for them. We were actually really close for how short of a time we lived together. A lot of people commented about how it seemed like we could talk to each other without speaking. My roommate never really talked about their personal life but I didn’t mind since I wasn’t interested in sharing mine. It felt like we had developed a pretty good friendship, especially after experiencing some really intense situations together where we had to stick our necks out for the other a couple times.

Everything was fine but they got really weird after some friend from their past (??N) (I’ll call them S) showed up one day and started doing some dangerous stuff to get their attention (S kidnapped another friend’s teenage nephew, S threatened me with a very big knife). I stood by my roommate through their confrontation with S and we got them to leave for the time being. I thought we’d get closer through the whole ordeal but that night they just left the apartment without any warning and cut me off. The only thing they left was a note telling me they were gone that I found when I woke up.

I ended up tracking them down and they tried to explain that they were trying to keep their past and job away from me because it was too dangerous, but I was hurt because I felt like I had already proven I was capable and thought we had developed a trust. I also found out they had lied about the circumstances that our friendship was based on (they weren’t even on job reassignment, they were fired). I’ve been really mad ever since and have been avoiding talking/being alone with them. When we do talk, it can end up getting really tense. We've attempted to patch things up a couple times, but things keep coming up that bring me back to being mad at them. More recently they had another old friend (??N) come to town and they moved in together immediately. They’re kind of filling the same role I had before and makes me wonder if I was a temporary replacement of some kind.

I’ll admit I can be petty and I’ve been talking about them behind their back to my friends (who we sometimes hang out together with as a group). I’ve also been pushing them about their past more, even in front of our friends (I may have created a bit of a scene when I found out the reason they were fired). Maybe I’m being unfair because I understand not wanting to talk about your past (I haven’t been open about my life before them either). That same day found out they have a degenerative condition that’s been factoring into their behavior and secrecy. Am I being an asshole?

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I think it also probably plays a role that Vince and Kauri are a bit too similar for comfort, right? Vince is like a reflection of who Kauri really is, all the trauma and escapism and drug abuse — he is just much worse at hiding it both from others and from himself. It probably doesn’t sit right with Kauri just how much of Vince he sees in himself.

Peel away the self-delusion, and Kauri’s life is just as bleak as Vince’s. Even after Kauri’s escape, Vince is still a living reminder of everything Kauri is trying to run away from. No matter how hard he tries, Kauri is still Vincent Shield. He must hate that.

Let me give you a little somethin'-somethin' that I wrote once but never fit into anything so it just sat in my word docs gathering dust...

-

Vince looks up from the papers spread across the table as the door opens and closes. Nat waves one hand. "Don't worry about it, it's Kauri."

"How can you tell?"

"I know what it sounds like when he comes in." She doesn't elaborate and doesn't look up, either. She highlights, bright yellow line across a series of bolded black numbers. "This is the grant we get that helps cover the cost of food. With the recession, they're cutting the amount we receive by about a third."

"Uh-huh." Vince looks towards the doorway, watching, endlessly curious about the strange hostile clone of himself that sometimes sleeps here, more often elsewhere. "I'll cover it. The check can come through Dynastic Blood Technologies, they donate annually to you anyway."

"Vince, are any of your shell companies real?" Nat has a smile in her voice, leaning her cheek against her hand as she makes a note in pen.

"All of them are. Legally speaking. But Dynastic actually is a real research company. Trying to cure hemophilia, I think. I don't remember. I just went in on it as a co-founder, I don't remember much about the day to day. Yulia does all the detail stuff."

"Hm. So-... Okay, moving on to this-"

Vince flinches when Kauri pops into the doorframe from sheer surprise. Those blue eyes skip him entirely, refusing to land, and he doesn't blame him - direct focus tends to make Kauri black out and wake up with one hell of a headache. Or so he says. Vince has only seen it happen once.

"Hey, Nat."

"Hi, Kauri. You staying the night this time?"

"Nah. Just in dire need of a shower and some food that didn't come from McDonald's. Is Jake home?"

"Nope. Class."

"Damn. It's not Tuesday?"

"Wednesday."

Vince blinks. "You don't know what day it is?"

Kauri still won't look at him, but the smile drops off his face. "Can't read, asshole. Counts for calendars, too. Sometimes I lose fucking track of the date. They wiped all that smart shit away."

"Right. Sorry."

"Apology appreciated but maybe just fuck off next time you want to ask stupid questions. That's why I'm here, remember?"

"Kauri, be nice," Nat warns. "To Vince and to yourself." She looks up now, and Vince looks at her while fiddling with the travel mug in his hands. He undoes the lid and snaps it back. Finally takes a sip. The burn down his throat feels good.

Kauri snorts. "Whatever. What about Chris, is he around?"

"He is, but... He's having a hard day. Nightmares and then I did something wrong at breakfast, not sure what, he didn't seem to be able to explain it. But he's a little shaky."

"Oh. Should I... leave him alone, or..."

"No, honey. Go on up there, he'll be thrilled to see you. Just don't turn the light on. I think he's in Jake's room."

"Cool. How long is Sexiest Man of the Year going to be here?"

Vince groans, taking another drink. "Don't talk about that. Someone on my management team off paid People Magazine, I swear."

"Probably."

Vince feels his face warm and stares down at the paperwork on the kitchen table. "... Kauri, listen-"

"Nope."

"Vince and I are finishing up," Nat interjects smoothly. "He should be out of here in an hour or so, and we'll go out to lunch."

"Great. Hey, Vince, I wanted to ask you something."

Vince looks up, and Kauri is looking off to the side, his profile what Vince sees. Nearly identical to his own, years ago, at this age. Just with longer hair and paler skin. "What?"

"Is drinking yourself to death helping?"

He blinks and looks down at his travel mug, then back up. "This is coffee."

"Hm, not all of it though, huh? So is it helping? The liquor? Make you feel better, help you sleep at night?"

Some vicious hurt creature inside Vince lashes out, and before he can stop himself he hears his own voice asking, "Not really. Does fucking everyone who looks at you help you?"

Nat opens her mouth to protest or stop them, but before she can, Kauri laughs. The brittle bright laughter rings through the room, and he turns away, headed for the stairs.

"Can't hurt me by calling me what I already know I am, movie star," He says, carelessly, tossed over his shoulder as he takes the steps two at a time. "Hurts way worse to remember what I'm not."

Vince stares after him, then takes another swig from the travel mug. Whiskey and coffee, the blend of burn and bitterness.

"... Why is he better at that than me?" He mutters.

Nat looks over at him, then back towards the entryway, listening to the creak of Kauri walking across the old wooden hall above their heads. "He practices," She says, voice low. "All the time."

[theomnicode]

Hi! Your works and meta blows me away everytime, i'll always read, you're amazing✨

And I've been wanting to ask, what are your thoughts on Saitama literally being a romantic? (I read this one on Power4Impact's blog, very awesome lol)

Also, I feel like both of them, Genos and Saitama, have the need of touch? Touch-starved would be the word. I'll be so happy the day they finally get to have so lovely contact with another person, without this being harmful, just pure love. Even better if is between them <3

Thank you for the kind words, I try my best to make my meta thoughts compelling to read. :D

About Saitama being a romantic...there's a fair bit of references to this, one of them being found in the audiobooks where he ponders about his relationships with people being broken and he seems jealous even about other people having having happy things like romances and social interactions in their daily lives and when he became a hero, something broke in him. He ponders if he should have this issue more in mind and he sounds so far away when Genos mentions fighting for things that he must protect. Like he has forgotten the very reason why he became a hero.

Such as protecting family, friends and the heroine in the movie they watched.

Saitama: Well... It's a movie. In any case, precisely because he had someone to protect the protagonist didn't give up and tried harder until the end, right? That's where the excitement is after all. Genos: I see... but, if he was in real trouble the enemy could have seen that objecti- Saitama: That's the point of the story! It happens in real life too right?

Genos: I see... I'm writing it down! This means... Sensei had this kind of incident in the past, right? Saitama: Eh? Genos: Fighting for something that you must protect. Saitama: ahhh.... um. Genos: What is the matter? Saitama: Ah? Ah, nothing. Bells ring nearby Genos: Ah! Sensei! Fukin Supermarket is having a time sale! I'm going to check if they have anything we need, I will be back shortly so please wait here! Saitama: Ah? Ok... Saitama: Now that I think about it... I have the sensation I never had that happening. Could say I never paid it any mind either. It's not like I don't especially like it, not a complex either. However, is it really ok? No... can't be ok. Can't help but think it's something I lost In the daily battles towards becoming a hero. Am I supposed to have this issue more in mind? Come to think of it, I didn't really have time to unpack it... if it was a normal guy then...

Saitama: Ummmm... What is this feeling? Am I envious of that guy for living his youth? Mn nah I don't think that's it but, I don't know. It's just that I have the feeling my relationships with people are broken...”

Saitama: That’s not the point... I have the feeling that things like a heart to heart interaction, sharing an umbrella, warmth, are all things broken away in my life. Other people can have things like big events and circumstances happening, romances and such bringing happiness in their daily lives. I have the feeling something broke and that sweet-like fluffy, nice stuff just fell right off from me. That's what I meant.

Saitama: Genos, look, have you ever seen a hero anime without a love interest in it? Genos: I don't remember watching a lot of anime in the past.. Why do you ask? Saitama: Well, we're heroes, right? We're working and living as such. And yet, why are we indifferent towards things like love interests or girlfriends? In some way it seems obvious and logical, but is it really ok? Are you ok with reality being so much harder than fiction?

Saitama is absolutely a hopeless romantic at heart, but when he trained to become a hero, he became apathetic and started to lose his humanity. It is something he still desires though.

But as Genos surmises, such actions can be used by the enemy when they see this is the objective of the protagonist.

Weakness of the heart because he craves for that social interconnectivity. Something that was already used against Garou.

And every action by Saitama on the moon when he protected Genos' core was witnessed by OPM God.

Don't be surprised if this will be used against Saitama.

Anyways, second instance of Saitama showing interest in romance is his decently sized manga collection.

Saitama has a bunch of manga on his shelf and we cannot obviously decipher what they may contain from the covers alone. I can infer that some covers look kind of pretty though and pastel colours. Girly covers on the right side of the shelf basically, with only seemingly ladies in the spine art. But nothing conclusive really.

Except we know one manga that Genos picks up in OVA 3 season 2 when he has amnesia and then attempts to woo Fubuki.

This is the kind of stuff Saitama reads on his free time and when he's bored lol.

Shoujo romance manga. xd

Also manga about farting too. That- that as well.

I blame King.

(And King possibly offering romantic advice because he has been playing dating sims too much if Saitama was to ever ask...yaah idk about that one)

However...we may run into an issue with Saitama and romance.

The back cover of the manga and the underlying text.

"I forgot the ease that I tried to remember"

And the thought bubble spelling "Adjacent Fear 5".

It may be reference to Marianne Morris art Fear Adjacent.

This abstract landscape was inspired by a trek over the Coaticoke Gorge. 50m above the riverbead, the longest suspension bridge in Canada was a highlight on a trip through Quebec. It was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. 

Not unlike romance in general. It can be both exhilarating and terrifying prospect at the same time.

Another reference is in the manga page itself, Bad boys Saga, can refer to multiple things. Such as the archetype of bad boy.

The stereotypical "bad boy" was described by Kristina Grish in her book Addickted as "the irresistible rogue who has the dizzying ability to drive women wild" with a "laissez-faire attitude about life and love". An article in The Independent compared the term "bad boys" with men who had a particular combination of personality traits, sometimes referred to as a "dark triad" of Machiavellian traits, and reported that a study found that such men were likely to have a greater number of sexual affairs.

It is not the kind of interaction Saitama wants for with romance. Not like Suiryu, being playboy. But it may be a reference to underlying fear about romance in general.

It may also be a reference to Bad boys films from 1983 or the Bad boys franchise.

In an attempt to retaliate on Mick's behalf, Horowitz creates a bomb by planting fertilizer in a radio that he places in Paco and Viking's cell. When the charge explodes prematurely and only injures Viking, Horowitz is condemned to solitary confinement, a fate he fears more than any other.

Phobia from solitary confinement is another type of fear that can go hand in hand with fear of falling in love.

And one last reference, fear of romance in itself. Fear of falling in love.

Philophobia (from Greek "φιλέω-φιλώ" (love) and "φοβία" (phobia)) is the fear of falling in love. Not included in the DSM-5. The risk is usually when a person has confronted any emotional turmoil relating to love but also can be a chronic phobia.[citation needed] This affects the quality of life and pushes a person away from commitment. A negative aspect of this fear of being in love or falling in love is that it keeps a person in solitude. It can also evolve out of religious and cultural beliefs that prohibit love.[citation needed] It represents certain guilt and frustration towards the reaction coming from inside.

DSM-5 is Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition. Just like Fear Adjacent is 5th volume.

A phobia is an anxiety disorder defined by a persistent and excessive fear of an object or situation.[1] Phobias typically result in a rapid onset of fear and are usually present for more than six months.

6 months? What a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences.

The prophecy that Lady Shibabawa mentioned meant that 6 months from then on, Earth would be in danger. A subconscious fear, like the back cover of the book and something he cannot remember.

A subconscious fear that rose back to the surface when he saw Genos' mutilated form lying on the ground after the fight with Sea King. Because he had started to care about his disciple and seeing him like that had far more effect on Saitama than he even realizes.

That or an onset of said fear that can develop into a phobia. Or that it will.

Also paralleling the passionate soul that Boros seer saw 20 years ago in their crystal ball.

So in terms of romance, Saitama may run into issues, that he fears committing to it because he's possibly had a bad experience in the past with any type of love that he has since forgotten and which may have since become a phobia. Notably about losing said love.

More than likely, he fears the solitude that falling in love may cause him if he ever lost the person he loves, like when Genos died on him. Unhealthily coping by trying to attach himself to the last vestige of Genos and his heart.

He may also fear someone pulling the Bad boy act on him and fear people with these traits. Such a person may have been the cause of this underlying fear or perhaps him acting like a bad boy may have been one of the causes of this phobia.

There may also be underlying guilt and frustration.

Often, people can trace their fear or phobia to traumatic childhood experiences. Philophobia may be a protective response. If you don’t allow yourself to develop loving feelings for someone, you lower your risk of heartache and pain.

It would definitely explain why Saitama seems to be showing no romantic inclination towards someone like Genos, who is not shy about telling Saitama that he's amazing person and holds everything about Saitama in high regard. Despite having an actual desire and want for romance, intimacy and heart to heart feelings.

And not showing any commitment, despite apparently caring for Genos to an unhealthy degree when shit hit the fan and he lost him, to the point that these emotions burst out in uncontrollable rage and bust out a hole in space. Just avoiding the issue altogether.

He has forgotten the ease of romance that he tries to remember.

It has probably only gotten worse when Genos died when Garou ripped his core out and killed him, though he does not consciously remember it. The subconscious however, does. The subconscious remembers all the phobias and fears he may have.

All expressed here in a very neat package.

"Ge-Genos!! You scared the crap out outta me! You're actually alive!!"

(It's absolutely hilarious to me that Saitama's hero suit is conveying his feelings here by shredding his crotch zone, since his hero suit responds to his desires and feelings as Phoenixman mentioned they do for costumers and it's essentially showing his libido and going like "bro stop doing this to yourself, get some help. Allow me to assist you. Just DO IT!" Saitama's hero suit is bff.)

When you think about it, he does have a pretty excessive reaction to seeing the core on his hand, because he would not have any rational reason to think that Genos is anything but limbless torso but still alive and intact otherwise. At least as much as he consciously remembers.

He might've gotten scared a bit and sought for the cause to verify if it's true or not because having Genos core on his hand randomly is just weird, but not a reaction like this. That face reminds me of the time when Saitama got out of bed during Hammerhead saga and he looked excessively scared then too.

Every single time Genos gets brought to the brink, the fear from phobia gets more foothold. And so do the reactions from Saitama grow worse.

ONE is very careful to not allow Saitama to see that Genos can actually take care of himself or allow Saitama to protect Genos in situations where Genos gets grievously demolished. Otherwise his fear for Genos safety would lessen considerably. Instead it is much like he's being conditioned into having significant distress whenever Genos ends up destroyed or worse and that there is no way he can actually protect Genos from harm.

Apparently utter disaster romance is also up ONE's writing alley, if the newest trailer for Mob psycho season 3 is to be believed.

Complete catastrophe is looming, it has been prophesied.

(Though prophesies are also a load of hogwash according to Saitama, so it may be Saitama saying it won't happen because there is always a choice)

Though...Genos did pick up the book, so it is very probable that Genos too, has fear of falling in love. Because he fears losing those connections, so as much as he seems to show that he cares a lot, he does not commit completely and tell anybody and keeps other people at arms lenght. At least he has not, so far.

It will be a happy day indeed when these two can actually get some well deserved hugs. Because both have already made their choices to stick by the other. Though it may be a long while yet.

When they face their fears, that is when the rain stops.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Plant / Metal

Out of all of the perks he got from being one of the seven saviors of the world (though, in Merle's opinion, it wasn't like they did all the fightin' down on planetside), Merle thought he liked being given free stuff the best. Don't get him wrong, he definitely paid when no one was looking and always, always tipped, but at the very least, it was less stressful having to keep track of all his coins. Today, he sat at a café he hadn't visited in years and years, nursing a cup of coffee milk tea. There were a few other dwarves milling about, taking some not-so-sneaky glances at him every once and a while.

It's not like it was any different than the other times he went back to the Coralheart Clan for something. He was the same ol' Merle, just… famous. Really, really famous. He supposed that was the price he had to pay for being so great. At the very least, the whispers were now about Story and Song instead of how shitty of a husband and father he had been. Maybe Hekuba had finally told them off like Merle had tried to get her to do. Maybe they figured insulting him was a bad idea nowadays. Personally, Merle wouldn't go about raising hell for a little rumor, but at least he knew the crew would have his back if something did need to go down.

The door to the café opened, the bell above it ringing. Hekuba stepped inside, lifting her sunglasses up to the top of her head. She glanced around the room and spotted him, coming closer. She pulled the chair across from him out and sat down, setting her large purse on the table.

She seemed… uncomfortable. Frankly, Merle could not blame her. Their relationship hadn't really ended on a high note. Come to think of it, their relationship had never really had a high note. Obviously, there had a time when it had been decent, or else Merle wouldn't have even let the suggestion of marriage bother him, but still. He was gonna try to fix this. For the kids, if not just for him. And he figured that it was probably better to get it out of the way now rather than waiting for Hekuba to reach out to him. It was gonna be weird, either way.

"Wanna get a cuppa first or are you good?" Merle asked, raising his own tea cup. Hekuba's gaze flickered down to it, and then to his arm, and then back up to him. She shook her head.

"I'm good, Merle," she said. "You know, when Mookie said you were part tree, I thought he was just, uhhh, exaggerating. But, uhm."

"Oh, this ol' thing?" Merle said, flexing his right hand. A flower blood at his wrist, as if showing off. "Nah, Mags thought it would be a great idea to chop my freakin' arm off in the middle of a mission. 'Cus I coulda died or whatever. But Pan's got my back, so now I've got this cool new arm." Merle paused, squinting. "That Magnus isn't allowed to be near."

"Ah," Hekuba said, in her "this is a normal conversation we're having" voice. "I was going to say that most people seem to prefer some kind of metal for a prosthetic, but it… suits you. You were always pretty close to Pan."

"That's about the one thing I got right," Merle said. Hekuba didn't disagree, but she didn't meet his eyes either. "Listen, Heks, I know a lot has happened in the past few weeks with, uh, the Hunger and the Story and all of that. But I've been spending a lot of time thinking about… well, thinking about our family. And realizing that I was a real shitty husband to you and a real bad dad to our kids. And I've been tryin' with them- I'll keep trying, at least, 'cus they're worth it to me. I'm not gonna pretend like we're on the greatest of terms or whatever, but if- if you'd like, maybe we can figure somethin' out."

Hekuba stared at him, very clearly weighing her options in her mind. Merle cleared his throat.

"And- and if you don't want somethin' like that," he said. "That'll be fine, too. Whatever's best for you and the kids. But I wanna be in their lives, at least."

"I want a divorce," Hekuba said. She blinked, as if she hadn't expected herself to say that. "A legal one, I mean. We never really got any of that finalized because you just sort of… left."

"Right," Merle said. "Yeah, alright. A divorce would be a good place to start. D'you know anyone wh-"

"I know several people who can get us started," Hekuba said. She pulled out a pen from her purse and looked around for something to write on. Merle passed her one of the napkins and she scribbled down a stone frequency. She slid it over to him. "This is a law office up in Stonekeep that just got set up, one of my cousins work there. She can get us started with the divorce petition. I'll give her a call and she'll call you in a few days to get your side of things set up."

"You've been thinkin' about this for a while, huh?" Merle said, pocketing the napkin. Hopefully, he'd remember it was there before he washed these pants.

"I have been ready for this for a very long time," Hekuba said. "And it's about time we got all of our shit sorted out. I'm not gonna give you grace because you saved the world."

"I wasn't expectin' you to," Merle said honestly.

This Hekuba was more like the one he had married. She had been one of his first friends when he came into the Coralheart Clan and it had all kind of snowballed from there. Their marriage had been rocky at the best of times and awful at the worst and while neither of them were truly at blame- thank Pan the clan had become more relaxed about arranged marriages- their dynamic had shifted into one fueled by resentment and exhaustion rather than fun. Maybe he was just old, but Merle never really got the point of marriage in the first place. Or dating. But his dad had always said it was just one of the things Everyone Did and Merle had believed him.

Having the memories of those long, long talks with Taako and Lup really sorted some stuff out in his head.

"Good," Hekuba said. She seemed less tense now that she had gotten that out of the way. Her shoulders slumped some and she appeared a little more relaxed. "You said you wanted to see the kids more?"

"If it's alright with you," Merle said. Hekuba dug through her purse again, pulling out a notebook from within. She flipped to a page with a full calendar on it.

"If you're going to step up more, you have to know all the activities they are involved in and what time they're expected to be at school when it starts up again," Hekuba said. "Let's start with Mavis."

There were definitely some drawbacks to being famous. But Merle really couldn't complain about the free shit at all. He was going to need a lot more coffee milk tea to keep up with what Hekuba was about to show him.

[newyorkchainsawmassacre]

The new faces of GeneCo: The discovery of LJ and Luci Largo

Chapter 3

When Luci got back to the orphanage, she and her brother decided to pool their money together. "Holy crap how'd you get all this money?". LJ exclaimed as he counted the bills. "From where I normally get the money, obviously". Luci said hoping she wouldn't have to elaborate any further.

"Normally people don't pay hundreds of dollars to get a headstone cleaned". LJ stated and Luci finally cracked. "Alright, a graverobber my have given me most of the money". She whispered. "Seriously, aren't you the one constantly harping on me about not associating with graverobbers". LJ said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yes, and I stand by everything I said as well. This was a one off thing, it's never happening again, for either of us". Luci commanded. "Hey brats!". Lorrel screeched. Luci and LJ hid the money under the bed as they heard footsteps approach their room.

Lorrel barged into the room unceremoniously. LJ could tell she had gotten another surgery, her lips were too full, her cheekbones too high, and nose was too small. "Since you idiots are awake I have something for you to do". She said.

"What is it?". Luci said not in the mood for whatever foolishness Lorrel was about to ask them for. "Good thing you asked Luci, I need you to decorate someone's grave, their son wants it spick and span for the anniversary of their mother's death, which is tomorrow". Lorrel responded. "The only way I'll be able to that done is if I do it tonight". Luci said.

"Then you better get going now, it's only getting later the more you talk". Lorrel said snidely with a smirk on her face. "No way, I hate being in graveyards at night!". Luci exclaimed. "Well that's too damn bad, it's already been paid for so do it!". Lorrel shouted back before slamming the door closed as she left. "Urrg!". Luci groaned in anger as she got up to get her supplies.

LJ just looked at his sister, trying to think of a way to make things better. "You want me to go with you?". He offered. Luci shook her head in decline. "Nah, it'll be easier to just go by my self". Luci said grabbing some of her money. "Hide the rest of that stuff, the minute Lorrel spots it she'll turn up with a new spleen". Luci joked before leaving.

Rotti was currently in the driving to the graveyard to see Marni. In trying times such as this ones where he had a lot on his mind, Marni could always calm him down. The car parked in a blind spot. With his bodyguards and their rifles in tow he went on his way.

Luci scrubbed hard at the headstone in front of her, which was hard to do with only one hand. She held a flashlight in the other in order for her to see what was ahead of her clearly. Even with streetlights and the lights from the big screens that littered the city it was still difficult to see at night. Especially for her as her eyesight seemed to be getting worse day by day.

After Rotti was done visiting Marni's grave he began to walk back to his car. As he was walking he noticed a flash of light come from the far right of the cemetery. The most plausible answer for this would be a graverobber, and if that was the case he had no reason to waste his energy,GenCops could deal with it. But Rotti knew even the most imbicilic of criminals knew not to make themselves this obvious with bright flashes of light.

Perhaps he should go see what was going on over their, he wasn't in any rush to get back to whatever messes his children had caused in his absence.

Luci could hear footsteps approaching her direction and she tried to ignore them as she reached for her water sprayer. They're probably just passing by, it's not like she's doing anything wrong for people to approach her. The footsteps stopped after a little so she relaxed slightly, not knowing she was being watched.

Rotti stood in place as he watched what seemed to be a little girl kneel by the headstone. Why was she out so late? Where are her parents? He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the child, he decided to make his presence known.

"Good evening". Rotti's voice rang causing Luci to jump in surprise. She immediately put her hands up in surrender. "I'm not a graverobber, please don't shoot!". She shouted. Rotti smiled sadly. "You have no need to worry child, I am sorry if I have scared you". He apologized.

"It's ok,". Luci said to the Male voice ahead of her. She squinted trying to make out his shape in the darkness, she could recognize his voice but she couldn't remember from where. Rotti walked foward as he noticed her squinting. This shouldn't be a problem, most children get new corneas even if they didn't have eyesight problems.

As he moved closer she began to make out his face shape as he reached his hand towards her free one to shake. "Wait, your-". Luci started before trailing off at the realization.

[falsecryptic]

03/10/22 - Cookie

A Ethubs fic set in Season 9 before Etho moves out of Bdubs' monolith.

Day three of Hermittober!

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A small stream of smoke rose from the set of candles sitting on the ground, wax still dripping slowly down the side. Where a wall was just moments ago was now an opening. A narrow staircase spiraled down, barely lit. The dank passage was a sharp contrast from the bright and pleasant monolith.

Pulling his mossy cloak tighter around him, Bdubs quickly decended. His footsteps, the sound of damp gravel and dirt rubbing against the sole of his shoe and the stone steps, echoed slightly. The sound of his racing heart and his fast breathing accompanied it.

He tried to focus on the sound but his mind kept drifting. Drifting back to the last few weeks. The last few years. The last few decades. Always with the same person.

Going down further and further, he eventually found himself in a much more open passage. The stairs now dropped down into deep pits on either side. Skeletons and other hostile mobs lined the ledges in the walls. The path before him would have been dangerous if he wasn't careful. Yet his pace never wavered. Each stair and every stone, was familiar to him and he paid no attention to them anymore. He knew through muscle memory alone every step.

Thoughts raced through Bdubs' head. He stoped trying to suppress them at some point although he didn't quite remember when.

Is this even a good idea? What if he thinks this is weird? What if he sees right through me and rejects me? Will that ruin our entire relationship? But there's been so many signs from him, I'm sure he feels something for me too. Well, I'm not sure but still there's a big enough chance, I have to go for it.

Bdubs finally reached the room. He stepped on a pressure plate in front of the table and yet another hidden passage opened in the wall. Once again the change was dramatic, however this time Bdubs was caught off guard.

The room that had been nothing more than stone and some logs had been transformed. The entrance was on a level of its own, 4 blocks higher and overlooking the rest of the room with a railing just in front and a small staircase down to the left. Brown seemed to be the main color scheme, with green plants helping to tie the space together. A fire had been lit in the brick fireplace filling the room with warmth and a very cozy feeling. Within a second, Bdubs' eyes fell on the grey haired man sitting in front of the fire with his back to the door.

"Etho, you're crazy! This place isn't even recognizable."

Realizing who had just entered, Etho completely ignored what had just been said to him.

"Bdubs did you lock me down here again?"

His voice raised slightly in mock offense, a tone Bdubs had heard many times before. But when he heard it this time he could suddenly feel his stomach doing somersaults. He cleared his throat.

"I have my reasons."

"Oh I'm sure you do. Was this some sort of quest from the King or something? If you're getting diamonds from this I'm expecting at least half of em for the inconvenience."

"No no, nothing like that. I'm here on my own behalf, not as the kings right hand."

He beamed with pride at that last remark. The kings right hand. A title he was happy to boast whenever the opportunity arose.

"Aren't you the king's royale jester?"

"Very funny!" Bdubs yelled back. "You know with jokes like that you oughta apply for that position."

"Nah I think that kind of job is best for a short guy like you"

"I'm not short! I'm 5'10" that's a perfectly normal height!"

Ethos laugh once again caused Bdubs to fluster. He quickly brushed it off and decended the stairs to see what Etho was up to. He found the other with a book and quil in hand. Messy paragraphs were scrawled on the pages, the handwriting thin. Bdubs could only make out a few words before Etho closed the book and set it aside.

"Whatcha got there?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Etho teased.

He would've, actually, especially after what he thought he had just seen. Anxiety and hope rasied in his chest more so now than ever before.

Do I really have a shot? No, don't be ridiculous, he thought to himself. You've known him for millenia, why are you getting so worked up now? You probably saw wrong anyway. He collected himself, focus back on the man now standing in front of him.

"So anything I can do for you Bdubs? You said you were here for a reason?"

"Ah ha! Yes of course! Um, well you see..." shades of pink started to become visible on his cheeks. "I was really craving cookies actually and uh-"

"Oh if you want I still have some of Scar's elven cookies I bought earlier. They're from today, here I'll go grab them."

He put on hand on Bdubs' shoulder, gently guiding him to the side so he could get to his storage area where he had stashed the cookies for later.

"Wait no!" the shorter nearly shouted as he grabbed Etho's wrist. "I mean, that's not quite what I had in mind."

"What were you thinking then?"

"well uh..." seeming to have only just noticed, Bdubs let go of Ethos wrist, his face getting more red by the second.

"I was wondering if you wanted to bake cookies with me. I have all the stuff upstairs in my kitchen and you can take half of them when we finish actually you can have all of them and if you don't have time then I totally understand or if you just don't want to them thats okay too really it's just some stupid cookies I-"

He looked up at Ethos eyes and the words he was about to say next dissappeared instantly.

Thoses eyes. People always seemed to have trouble reading Etho. Bdubs, however, only needed one look at his eyes and he knew.

One look and Bdubs could tell that Etho had caught on, or at least seemed to have realize something. He was a bit worried, which was a fair reaction. It wasn't often that Bdubs was this obviously nervous about something. But Etho was logical and seemingly always thinking and calculating the best way to approach something. This was by far no exception.

Time passed. The two of them stood together for what felt like hours, however no more than a minute went by before Etho seemed to come to a conclusion.

"This isn't just about cookies, is it?"

"No."

Etho paused, thinking again.

"I think I have an idea of what this is really about. Should I test my theory?"

"Wha- uh yeah sure, go for it."

Nervous beyond anything he had ever felt before, Bdubs was trying to look at anything but Etho, eventually finding his shoes to be very interesting. However, that didn't change much. In his peripheral vision he could see the taller man pull down his mask and lean forward.

Soft lips pressed against Bdubs' forehead, his heart pounded against his rib cage. As Etho started to pull back, the shorter of the two found some confidence (most likely from the adrenaline) and pulled the other back down into a real kiss. At first it was hesitant and awkward, neither one wanting to force the other, but once it seemed clear that no one had objections they became more relaxed. They held each other close as they both melted into the kiss, the world around them disappearing by the second, their focus entirely on the other.

And then they pulled away, still holding each other close while Etho rested his head on top of Bdubs. They stayed like that, both in disbelief that they felt the same, both thinking that they never had a shot. And yet here they were.

Some time passed before anyone spoke.

"So, did you still want to make those cookies?" Etho asked in a soft voice without moving.

"Maybe in a little bit, for now I'm just content being here with you."

[godtoga]

13, BakuDabi

Thank you Bon c: I’ve never written this ship before but this was fun

Ship: bakudabi

Prompt: 13. cutting through bindings

Additional Notes: Injured Character + Restraints + Enemies with a Spark + PH!Bakugou + Explicit Language

Bakugou’s own weight works against him as he hangs limply from the wall. One eye is swollen shut, and his mouth stings any time he tries to curse the bastards who put him here.

A villain is one thing, but a sneaky one? He better be on the run because as soon as Bakugou wiggles himself free, he’s going to kill him for this.

As soon as that, huh?

Bakugou doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but he’s sure it’s been long enough that the pain in his ribs and legs has almost stopped getting on his nerves.

He tries to jerk his hand free so he can blow himself out, but these goddamned quirk suppressant cuffs might have been worth the money these bastards paid for them. Good job, Hatsume, you finally got one.

He’s not getting out of this, is he?

Bakugou snarls and spits out a mouthful of blood and kicks his feet across the sandy concrete floor, and he thinks then that if he has to chew his own hands off like a rat to get out if here then fine. So be it.

The light flickers ahead, and he looks up in time to see the door close with his one good eye, and a familiar silhouette approaches just as the scent of something charred fills his nose.

A mixture of dread and something else fills his chest, but Bakugou refuses to let either show on his face.

“What?” Dabi says. “Not happy to see me?”

Welp. One outta two ain’t bad.

Bakugou spits again, this time for sport.

“You come to kill me, bastard?”

“Nah,” he says, pulling out a knife, and Bakugou locks his eyes onto it like a caged animal. “And you can’t really go around calling people that when you know who their fathers are.”

“Heh. Don’t give a shit who your daddy is, you’re still a bastard.”

Dabi hums and points his knife at him, underhanded and lazy. “That’s fair.”

“I’m not scared of that,” Bakugou says.

“Me neither.”

Bakugou frowns because that was a stupid thing for the person holding the knife to say, but the next thing he knows, Dabi is sawing through the duct tape around his wrist like he’s skinning a bear.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Gettin’ the trash off the wall,” he says casually as one of Bakugou’s arms fall free.

“Why?”

“I’ve decided to take my job as Shouto’s big brother seriously,” he says. “Tell him I said hi for me.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Dabi laughs. “You’re probably right about that.”

Bakugou considers swinging his free arm, capped hand and all, at Dabi’s head, but instead he watches curiously as he cuts him free.

It’s not a clean job. Dabi nicks the skin a few times, probably on purpose, but a few minutes later, Bakugou is leaning against the wall for balance, but he’s free.

Well.

Almost.

Dabi flicks the knife closed and shoves it in his pocket.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Dabi raises his eyebrows, and Bakugou raises one of his muted hands.

“Oh, did you actually want to die? Because you could’ve saved me a lot of time just now.”

“Excuse me?”

“I take those off, you do something stupid, and I roast you alive before your feet hit the floor,” he says before his lips curl into a smile. “Or were you planning to be good for me.”

Bakugou shoves past him and sucks his teeth. “Oh, fuck off.”

Dabi roars a laugh, and Bakugou does a gesture as close to flipping him off as he can with his hands neutered.

“See you next Saturday,” he sings, and Bakugou exhales, annoyed.

“Don’t be late this time,” he says without looking back over his shoulder.

“Miss me already?”

“Fuck off, idiot,” he scoffs, turning back. “Your sister busts her ass every week for those dinners, and if I have to hear her cry again about how you’re not coming because your family was never meant to have some bullshit happy ending, I’ll pluck every last one of your staples out myself.”

Dabi’s eyebrows raise, aghast, but just for a moment before a casual smile rests on his stupid, shithead, smuglord ass of a face. “Now how are you gonna do that with your hands like that?”

“You know I can still hit you like this, right? I don’t need my quirk to knock your stupid ass out.”

“Isn’t your rib broken?”

“Maybe,” he says. “What’s it to ya?”

Dabi walks towards him, and Bakugou takes a cautious step back.

The corner of Dabi’s mouth twitches.

“Go home, Kats,” he says quietly, and he turns and leaves, pointing towards the exit without another word.

Bakugou blinks quickly with his one good eye, and he turns to leave, not quite sure what to think about a villain using his given name.

No, not just a villain.

Shouto’s brother.

And he just got him out of here.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA if I uninvited a friend from a trip he helped paid and planned for, for over a year so so I could bring a new friend?

So I and three other friends have been playing to go on a vacation together for about a year now. We’re going in a few months and will be gone for about two weeks. It’s been a really big deal for all of us, because it’s been the first time in a few years we’ve all been able to hang out with each other. We’ve been friends since elementary school, so I’d consider us very close. Everyone has contributed some money to the trip. Friends A, B, and C have contributed the same amount money (around $1,000 each). I have contributed around $1500 of my own money as well. I have control of the finances because I’ll the most responsible. We’ve all shared planning out the vacation.

I recently made another friend, X. I’ve been friends with him for over half a year. We connected through B, and him and B have been good friends for awhile. X and A don’t know each other as well but get along from what I can tell. He had never met C but I figured they would get along well because they have a similar sense of humor and like similar things. B asked me if I would be okay with X coming along since I controlled the finances, and I said sure as long as he paid his share. B then asked A and C if they would be okay with X coming along.

So, something about X is that he’s trans. He only started taking testosterone a month or two ago, and he hasn’t had any surgeries. A said he was okay with it. C said he didn’t feel comfortable with X coming. When asked why he said it was because this was supposed to be an all guys trip and it’s hard for him to see X as a guy when he still looked female (his exact words). B pointed out that X is a guy, and that him not looking masculine enough for C doesn’t make him not a guy, which made C get defensive and they got into an argument.

Afterwards, B asked me if that if X was coming if C could be uninvited, and that B was uncomfortable being around C now knowing what C thinks about his friend. C said he isn’t that good with trans stuff, and that X should be uninvited because we had been planning this for over a year. C also said it wasn’t fair to suddenly uninvite him only a few months out for a new friend. I am not very good with trans stuff either, but I sided with B. I feel really uncomfortable with the way he’s been talking about X in general. Him calling X female or saying he looked like a girl multiple times during that conversation sealed it for me.

I ultimately decided to uninvite C. I want X to come with us and I don’t want C to make him uncomfortable. I tried to give him his money back that he contributed, but he hasn’t talked to me since that argument. I don’t have any way to give him the money, as he’s been giving it to me in cash for the past year. C has been lashing out at B and A too, complaining about how we’ve all abandoned him and that we were his only friends. My family has said I should uninvite X and reinvite C.

I feel like I may be TA because I uninvited him from a trip he’s also been looking forward to for a year, and effectively cut him off from a 10+ year friendship for someone I’ve only been friends with for a little while.

What are these acronyms?

[purplesurveys]

1697

Do you know anyone whose birthday is tomorrow? Maybe if I checked the birthdays tab on Facebook...but right off the bat, no, I wouldn’t know anyone having a birthday tomorrow.

What was the last thing you found that you thought you lost forever? Reena’s necklace gift that I talked about around three surveys ago. I’m so happy it’s back in my sight :(( 

Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop for the New Year? I’ve never been to the US.

If you have a Twitter, do you use something else besides the computer to update your tweets? Oh I rarely use my laptop to tweet now. It’s always through my phone.

The last time you said ‘I love you’ to someone, who said it first, them or you? They did.

Do you like potato salad? Can’t say I do; I don’t think I’ve ever tried one.

Who was the last person that apologized to you? Angela, although I did apologize right back because I felt like I was more at fault about the thing we were both saying sorry for.

Have you ever driven and ended up running out of gas? Noooooooo I avoid that happening at all costs. I wouldn’t know what to do if I got stranded somewhere, regardless if the area is familiar or not.

When was the last time you uploaded pictures from your camera? Around a week ago on Instagram when I did a photo dump of my recent trips. Did you do the laundry today? No.

What was the reason behind the last time you stayed up all night? Eh, just going through Instagram reels and edits which I can do long enough to have me stay up all night.

Did you straighten or curl your hair last? I don’t do either. It’s always either a trim or having it dyed altogether.

Have you ever been off-roading? Nope, not my thing.

Who was the last person you loaned money to? I didn’t exactly loan, but when my friends and I were booking Klook tours I had been the one to shoulder the full costs then they just paid me back within the month.

Was the last number you added to your cell phone a guy’s or girl’s number? Idk I never add contacts to my phone anymore.

Do you enjoy being a tease? I don’t do that.

Have you ever had a UFO sighting or a sighting of strange lights in the sky? Nope. I’ve seen what I thought were strange flashing lights but they always got debunked in the end. Usually just a plane, lol.

Who was the last person you caught lying to you? That hasn’t happened lately.

How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? 18. I was changing lanes where I shouldn’t have been.

Do you have a webcam that’s built into your computer or did it come separately? It’s built into the laptop.

Was there ever a time that you lived on an island? I...kind of do? The Philippines is an archipelago.

Have you ever made a time capsule? Nah.

When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? I’ve never done that.

What was the last casino you went to? City of Dreams.

Does it flood easily where you live? Not here. The other parts of my village are less lucky though, so it’s fortunate we live where we do.

If you drive a car, does it come with side airbags? As far as I know, it doesn’t.