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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work.

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest."

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago.

#bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 3 years

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they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier

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rodeoxqueen · 3 years

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SMELLS LIKE QUARAN-NEROKIRI SPIRIT

Nero/Kyrie

“In quarantine, Nero and Kyrie spend time together.”

Rodeo’s Two Pieces:

First time writing for Nero/Kyrie. Tread lightly with my take of their dynamic.

(I)- Dalgona Coffee and Cookies.

Despite how everything was shut down and the grocery was found vacant of basic necessities, Nero was grateful to at least be with someone he loved the most.

“Look, we probably need some time off from kickin’ demon ass anyways,” Nico explained, smoking a cigarette during the video chat.

“Yeah, not like demons care about being six feet away. People don’t even do that.” Nero looked at himself in the little square in the corner of his phone. Clad in a grey hoodie, he hadn’t even bothered putting on anything over his boxers. No one had come to visit since the mandate to stay inside, what was the point?

Nico was in her garage again, from what he could see in the camera view. Cigarettes and old cups of coffee littered her desk, warbled country music playing off-view.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll make something to fix that. I was thinking a mask-gun, rapid-fire reloading.”

“Artisan of Arms, huh?” Nero laughed, getting up from his bed.

“You fuckin’ bet. Now I gotta go. Got some things to weld.”

“See ya, Nico. Stay safe, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He gave a peace sign before pressing “end video call.”

The video chat ended and Nero tucked his phone into his pocket. Even banter just wasn’t the same virtually.

“Who was that? Nico?” Nero made it down the hallway to see Kyrie, bustling about getting things from the cupboards.

“Yeah, still building stuff as usual.”

Kyrie had been in their apartment’s kitchen, deciding to try her hand at some recipes she saw online. A bag of flour, too many bowls, and more chocolate than Nero remembered buying, all laid out on the table.

Just when he wanted something to eat, he’d have to wait or his girlfriend would practically make enough to feed an army and be surprised when he didn’t want anymore.

He opted for a cup of water instead.

Nero admired her hair, how it looked when it wasn’t in a ponytail, how it sat perfectly on her shoulders. Seeing how she started to measure some ingredients, he took the hair tie on his wrist, careful fingers bringing it into a low ponytail.

“Oh, thank you.” She commented, opening her booklet of recipes she had handwritten. Neat, slanted cursive in a smattering of blue, red, and black read out recipes for cookies, cakes, and bread.

“You look busy, planning to make all of those?” Nero rested his chin on her shoulder, shrouding her with warmth.

“Well, I don’t know how long we’re going to be stuck at home, might as well try some recipes out. Maybe we can deliver some to the orphanage.”

“That is if I don’t eat all your prototypes first.” She laughed, birdsong to Nero’s ears.

“As long as you help me I don’t mind if you do.” Kyrie handed him a measuring cup. Nero sighed, taking it. He always lost count of how many cups of flour he was supposed to put in the bowl.

A jar of porous dough caught his eye as he sifted some baking soda in his white mixture. He took it from Kyrie’s side of the island.

“Whoa, what is this? A science experiment?” Kyrie chuckled, watching Nero scrutinize the date on the white tape to the top of the mason jar.

“No, it’s a sourdough starter! It’s basically wild yeast. We can make bread with it since people bought out all the dry yeast in the grocery store.”

Nero shook it with curiosity and then opened the silver lid, making an “eh” face at the smell.

“It’s yeast alright.”

Kyrie continued whipping up the sugar and butter mixture, Nero helping himself to a handful of chocolate chips.

“Have you talked to your uncle and father? They must be staying at the shop in Redgrave.”

Nero shrugged.

“Most likely, I haven’t talked to them yet. Dante probably didn’t pay the phone bill and Vergil doesn’t know how to use the phone anyways.”

“Let’s just hope they’re getting along during this time.”

Nero thought back to all the “family outings” he had since his uncle and father returned from hell, mostly just jobs becoming contests of strength that turned to friendly family fights. Endless banter and elbowing.

Honestly, compared to that, standing next to his girlfriend while they shaped cookies for the oven was heaven.

Once the chocolate chip cookie dough was done baking, Kyrie insisted they make some whipped coffee while they cooled.

“I thought you didn’t like coffee, Kyrie.” She stooped down to find something in the lower cabinets. A robotic hand that was colored dark blue and black, his old Devil Bringer, appeared with a tiny whisk duct-taped to it.

“Yeah, but that TikTok made it look so good.” Nero handed her the glass container of instant coffee.

Turning on the Devil Bringer, the tiny whisk spun to life, rapidly mixing sugar, coffee, and water together. With her back turned, Nero popped a thing of cookie dough in his mouth.

“Honestly, Nico should have patented these Devil Bringers, make a bunch of money, and maybe she’d stop trying to rip me off all those times.”

“Support local businesses, Nero.”

He looked over her shoulder, surprised at how an abysmal brown mixture had become fluffy and thrice its previous volume.

Two cups of milk poured, the practically instantly whipped coffee laid on top like a decadent Mount Everest next to a still-warm plate of cookies.

“Cheers!” Kyrie clinked glasses with him, stirring her mug vigorously with a spoon. He copied her, taking a sip of surprisingly light and sweet coffee.

When he lowered his cup, Nero both revealed to the world a mustache of whipped coffee.

Kyrie snorted into her cup, covering her mouth as she bit back a laugh. Embarrassed, Nero went to wipe it off when Kyrie pecked him on the lips. She drew back to reveal an imprint of the ‘stache on her own upper lip.

“We match now.” Kyrie giggled, helping herself to another gooey cookie.

Half a plate of cookies and two mugs properly drained of its contents, Kyrie and Nero loaded up the dishwasher to do the work.

“This is coffee, why am I tired?” Kyrie yawned.

The couch was this god-awful IKEA purchase that took hours for Nero to just figure out what the instructions meant. But right now, it perfectly supported both of them while they slept away their food coma.

(II)- Curl Up And Dye.

After the second time the mandate got lengthened, Nero could sense that Kyrie was starting to wane in her ever-positive attitude. The news had nothing good to say, and the number of shows they had binged left them indifferent to watching anything more.

They did a lot of singing during quarantine, Kyrie always being the musical one. Evanescence was one of their favorites to sing together, Nero’s guitar skills and Kyrie’s ability to hit those high notes left many memorable nights of laughter.

After a while, Kyrie began to just sit on the couch a lot and have Nero pay her company.

“What’s wrong?” Kyrie sighed heavily, curling into Nero’s hoodie as he opted to stay shirtless.

“I don’t know Nero, it just feels like everything is the same. We go through the same things every day and I just feel...trapped.”

Nero kissed the nape of her neck, humming in agreement.

“Look, I’m usually the one going to you for stuff like this but...it will get better. It’s been a really hard time for all of us, and we’re just watching everything go downhill. It’s not a good situation but, you got me. Always. And there’s still a lot of things we can change up if that helps.” He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, feeling her take a deep breath.

“You’re right Nero. That really did help. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course.”

While he scrolled on his own phone, he didn’t heed all the things Kyrie was watching. She touched her own long hair, seeing the way other people recorded their own home-salon trims.

“Things to change, huh?” She mumbled.

So here they were now.

“It looks so bad!” Kyrie exclaimed, her face in her hands, hair on the bathroom sink. Nero shook his head.

“No it’s not, Kyrie! You look fine, just let me fix it!” In the mirror, Nero cringed at the way her hair was ridiculously over-layered.

“Um, what did you try to do-”

“Curtain bangs! Oh Nero, I shouldn’t have tried to change up my hair!” Kyrie was thoroughly upset, seeing how her bout of bravery lead to her bangs being mauled by her own hands.

Nero hugged her, noting that she had been wearing his shirt while she trimmed her hair.

Okay that shirt’s gonna itch for a while until all the hair comes out.

“It’s okay, let me see if I can fix it.” Kyrie blushed in the mirror, groaning at how bad her hair was cut.

“There’s no way you could make it worse than what I did.”

Nero gingerly took the scissors Kyrie put in the sink, a little bit too small for his hands but good enough. Although he was no stylist, he could tell where Kyrie had either cut too much off or unevenly.

Eventually, they did manage to cut it in a way that hid the previous mistakes. Kyrie took another deep breath.

“I shouldn’t have been so impulsive.” She murmured, arms crossed.

Nero chuckled at her rare emotional outburst. He was glad to have been able to be there for her. She always hid how she felt, helping others her way of expressing herself. Now with no one around but him, he totally understood that she felt helpless.

No one liked being helpless.

He kissed her cheek and a lightbulb went off in his head.

“You wanna dye my hair?” Kyrie turned around in surprise.

“What?”

“I mean, who knows how long this shutdown is gonna be, it’ll be fun,” Kyrie noted how Nero had forgone shaving, his peach fuzz becoming something more.

Honest blue eyes peered at her, wondering what she would think. Her surprise softened to a sort of relief in their solidarity.

“What color, Nero?”

“Neon green-”

“Nico’s going to make fun of you.” Kyrie giggled. Nero shrugged nonchalantly.

“I don’t mind it.”

(III)- Can’t Get Out Of It, Get Into It.

“Nero, you look so fucking ridiculous.”

“Shut up, Dante.”

His uncle finally managed to figure out how to work the virtual chat on his fossil of a computer, and Nero was already prepared to end the call.

His father sat slightly off-camera, not in the mood to entertain Dante’s antics to ridicule his son. Although, he did look oddly radioactive with his washed-out green hair and strong quarter-past five o’clock shadow.

“Quarantine did not do you a favor, good lord,” Dante commented, kicking his feet up on his desk. Nero flipped him off.

“Good to know you’re still living in shambles, not surprised neither of you cleaned up after yourselves.” The number of bottles on the floor was a travesty and the couch littered with poetry books Vergil had slowly begun to hoard.

Nico entered the zoom call, smoking another cigarette Nero was lucky to not have to smell.

“Nice broccoli head.”

Nero flipped her off as well. Kyrie came into view, smiling at her boyfriend’s family and their shared friends. Nero decided to get a drink, clicking a few buttons before letting Kyrie have the seat.

As they discussed how the business would continue with Devil May Cry, Kyrie sat next to Nero.

It was mainly business, until it got to a certain line that Dante said.

“I don’t know, it just feels like things are just going to keep staying like this. Hate to break it to you Nero, but it’s going to be tough for a while.”

Kyrie finally heard enough, scooching Nero aside so she could talk.

“Kyrie, wait-”

“We’re going to get past this. As long as humanity still keeps coming together for the sake of benefiting each other, and we keep working to make sure to keep safe, we will get past this. We just have to keep hoping, and sure, hoping isn’t always going to make you feel better. I would know. But in a time where we do feel helpless, we should connect with other people in a different way. That’s why we succeed, we keep moving, we keep adapting! And hope, hope keeps that going.”

Kyrie took a long breath. Looking at the dumbfounded group, she waited for a response.

“Um, Kyrie. You were muted.” Nero finally said. Kyrie realized her blunder and how Nero’s hand was attempting to unmute them.

“Oh.” Kyrie flushed, looking embarrassed.

“I have no idea what you just said, but that’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, that was so awkward.”

“Don’t worry yourself, Kyrie. I bet it was real sweet whatever you had to say,” Nico assured.

The zoom call was full of laughter since, a business call turned to a time to discuss how each person was doing.

Dante and Vergil had spent days and nights sparring, Vergil learning more about humanity from Dante, and “making their own pizzas.”

Nico had continued welding and making weapons for her own curiosity rather than based off of commission-based instructions. The van finally had the vinyl player fixed and she apparently gave herself a stick-and-poke.

“So what did you two love birds do?” Nico asked, lighting another cancer stick.

Nero and Kyrie looked at each other, smiling at their shared memories of this strange period in human history.

“Where do we even start?” Kyrie said, thinking of all the days and nights that seemed to breeze by and also slowly progress.

Nero ruffled his longer messy green hair, Kyrie tucking her curtain bangs behind her ear. As they were two peas in the pod, Nero had decided to get another set of gray sweats for Kyrie, matching finally.

Kyrie bit into a cookie, offering Nero some.

“Smells like quarantine spirit, huh?” Dante finger-gunned.

Nero chuckled.

“Hell yeah.”

#nirvana and dominic fike reference?#nirvana and dominic fike reference #not much vergil in this work i do not care for the man today #nero x kyrie #nerokiri #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #nero sparda #kyrie #dmc kyrie #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nicoletta goldstein

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sapnxps · 3 years

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(WTL) Chapter One: Greg the Neighbor- Georgenotfound x Reader

If I knew that when I moved to London, I'd have two weird neighbors, I'd laugh in your face. Now I'm friends with an old cat lady. Now I'm enemies with my cute neighbor that's definitely not single, who also screams too much.

Even though he's a dick, why can't I stop thinking about him?

My parents told me I’d regret moving to London from the state before I left because I’d miss them and the US too much.

They were half right.

I’m sitting on a box messily labeled ‘kitchen’ in the hallway of my new apartment complex. I huff, wiping the sticky sweat from my forehead. The moving bill is almost 4 thousand dollars. If I knew moving would be this expensive, I wouldn’t have moved out from my parent’s house until I was 40. Sure, I moved a lot of my belongings across the Atlantic ocean, but 4 thousand dollars? Who do I look like, Jeff Bezos?

Today has been hectic, to say the least. Three of my boxes somehow drifted away to Spain. Don’t ask me how that happened, I don’t even know. I’ve been unpacking by myself all day. A box of my kitchenware got shattered upon arrival. I should’ve listened to my Mom on that one, she told me to just buy plates and glasses here instead of shipping them here. Big mistake I’m never making again. Finally, the biggest chunk of my problems: My apartment is full of boxes and I don’t feel like unpacking. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been sleeping on an air mattress for two days, maybe not, but I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. If one more thing goes wrong, I think I might lose it.

Begrudgingly, I lift myself up from the box I was sitting on. It’s a bit dented now, but the way it felt on my ass, it’s just pots and pans. I open the door, pulling this box into my apartment. I weakly push it into the kitchen. It collides with one of the boxes filled with shattered plates. The sound of the broken glass sliding across the box sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I need to make a note to properly dispose of that. Turning my head to look around my new home, I feel my brain's short circuit. All these boxes unpacked, I’ve barely made a dent. This is going to take for-fucking-ever. Moving is modern-day torture. Oh, that’s funny. Remember to tweet that later.

The next three hours of my life are taken up by filling up my kitchen cabinets and drawers with cutlery and various kitchen utensils. The counter was now less bare, housing my toaster and breadbox. My Tupperware containers sat in a special place in the far-right cabinet by the sink. It looked like this home was lived in, as long as you didn’t glance anywhere else besides the kitchen.

I soon after tackled the bathroom, which was the less intimidating room compared to the living room and bedroom. I got the shower curtain hung up, which made it look nice. The rug found its way to the floor, protecting my feet from the cold, cream tile. The shelves were now stocked with a few fluffy peach towels and soaps. Underneath the sink had cleaning supplies as well as spare toilet paper. Living alone meant having nobody to give you another roll if you finish the other one. Kinda sucks. I had a boyfriend during high school, and two years into college. I dreamed of living with him, we planned it all out. I’d finish college, we’d move to a city and rent out the tiniest apartment we could find. We’d live it out until eventually we made ends meet and the rest would be. Dreams cut short though, he cheated. It’s part of why I left in the first place. Needed a change of scenery, new people.

That’s where I am now. New people. Stuck on that part. Haven’t gotten a chance to meet any, which is oh so tragic. I can’t decide if I want to introduce myself to the neighbors or let them come to me? I’m stuck pondering on the thought until I hear a knock at the door. I wonder if my lost boxes have mysteriously arrived.

Opening the door, I’m greeted with an older woman, holding out a small cake into my space.

“Hi dear, I’m your neighbor to the right. Heard all the commotion, saw all the boxes. I had to see for myself the fresh meat in the complex,” She paused before lightly tapping my arm with her free hand. “Just teasing! It’s great to have another lady on this level. The young man to your left, handsome fella, never comes out much though. Hopefully, we can have a girl posse or something,” Her posh accent made her much different than me. Is it wrong to already feel isolated?

I grin at her, moving out of the way to invite her in. “Nice to meet you, feel free to come in. I apologize for all the boxes scattered around, moving has been proven to not be quite my talent,”

The woman smiles brightly at me, shock plastered on her face. “You’re American!”

“That I am,” I chuckle. She hands me the cake, which I gladly accept. My diet has consisted of soggy hash browns from the complex lobby. She makes her way to what is settled in the living room, politely setting herself on my suede blue couch across from the large wall in the room. I place the cake on my counter by the stove, making a mental note to grab a slice once the woman leaves.

The shock never leaves her aged face, “Oh goodness! How amazing. I have a foreigner as my neighbor. You’ll find London quite lovely. I know how it feels to be isolated and removed from what you’re used to, but I promise you’ll fit right in,” She says as I settle myself on the loveseat a bit away from the couch.

“Where are you from?” I ask. She obviously isn’t American.

She smiles, “Just a bit east of Surrey. South of London. Beautiful area, grew up on a small cottage,” The woman was glowing as she spoke of her hometown. She was obviously proud of where she grew up. Compared to my southern Arizona town, this place seemed like heaven. A cottage? Sign me up.

“Sounds lovely,” I speak truthfully.

“Welp,” The woman slaps her laps, a way of signaling it’s time to end the conversation. Despite only speaking for a small amount of time, she seems like someone I can come to if I ever have questions about London or the terminology that I hear around the city. I’ll need to remember that she’s the neighbor to the right. As she began to see herself out, I remembered the other neighbor she mentioned. The young man to the left. I believe she used the term ‘handsome fella’ to describe him. Once she was out in the hall, I felt the need to find out more information.

“Oh!” I shout, hanging myself out into the hallway. She pauses her steps, turning back to me. “By the way, who’s my other neighbor? The guy you were telling me about. Does he have a name?” I ask.

“Greg,” She nods, resuming her short walk back to her apartment.

Greg. Ugly name.

I completely forgot about the conversation by dinner time. As I was munching down on my cake, delicious by the way, I heard loud yelling from my right side. I wouldn’t even call it yelling, more like high-pitched screaming. Who was my neighbor over there again? Greg? Greg. He was causing a ruckus and a mere heart attack at that. He was screaming so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin the first time I heard it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s facing a very, very gruesome murder right now. Well, I guess I don’t know any better. I’m just wishing for the very best.

Another hour passes. The yelling never stops. It’s only 8, but my body is as awake as ever. I still have yet to get used to the new time zone. At times it was difficult, but I’m using it to my advantage now. I have some extra time to unpack and get my actual bed ready. My bed frame was put together professionally during lunch, so that was one thing checked off my list. The mattress I ordered was delivered yesterday. Now it was just the matter of putting the sheets on and preparing my duvet.

Fitted sheets fucking suck to put on a bed. I was currently struggling to put it on my nice mattress. It was edging close to 10 pm. The sky was dark, and I was stuck in some odd mixture of a starfish and the downward dog position. If this moment was a picture, it could be used for blackmail. The closer I got to finally getting the top right corner on my bed, the more stretched out I became. I was like one of those sticky hands you’d get in those toy dispensers at the grocery store. I was just about to get it, when another loud shriek could be heard. In shock, I slammed my head on the bed frame and lost grip of all four corners of the sheet.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumbled underneath my breath.

Whatever. He probably has a greater reason to be screaming like this, right? Justified shouting, whatever you want to call it. My bedroom is closer to his apartment than the kitchen was. Is it nosey to try to figure out what he’s saying? I don’t want to be that type of neighbor. I’ll continue minding my business because I don’t want to find out some weird shit about Greg that I don’t want to know.

The screaming never stopped.

In fact, if anything, it got louder. And louder. And louder. Is it okay to call the cops here?

It’s midnight now. The next fucking day. And Greg is still screaming at the top of his lungs as if everyone else isn’t asleep. If I saw some normal citizen just trying to get some rest, I’d be fed up. Well, I’m still fed up. I’m also running on a messed-up sleep schedule, so it’s not like I was trying to sleep anyways. My bed is made now, and comfy as hell. I built a shelf to house some of my small decorations, with the entertainment of my noisy neighbor’s yells to accompany me. For some odd reason, it made me feel less lonely.

At about 2, I began to reject the company. I felt irritation grow in my chest as I heard the same high-pitched shrieks that I heard at 8. The annoyance that bubbled in me overtook my politeness. Before I knew it, I was up and in the hallway banging on his door. I didn’t have the time to care about my Daffy Duck pajamas sticking to my legs due to the heatwave hitting England right now. Before I even realize it, my fist is slamming on his door. I never knew I had the power to knock that hard, but my anger and blossoming resentment overpowered me. I continued banging until the door pulled away from its frame. Now I’m face to face with Greg.

Boy was he handsome.

I was met with a man, about 5 foot 9. His dark brown hair was disheveled. Strands of hair laid across his forehead messily. If he wasn’t screaming, I would’ve thought he was sleeping. He was wearing a fluorescent green hoodie with an odd smile plastered on the front. It was a bit large for his skinny frame, that’s unimportant though. His grey sweatpants were twisted on his legs. What the fuck was he doing? His face was delicately shaped. This jawline looks sharp yet fragile like it was constructed of the most fragile rose crystal I’d ever seen. His brown eyes reminded me of caramel, thick and way too easy to get lost in.

“Hi, uh Greg-” I start. I’m just realizing now how close I am to him. The scent of his spearmint gum floods my nostrils. It’s a bit powerful, crinkling my nose at the smell. It wasn’t gross, just very shocking.

“George,” He spat. That’s fucking embarrassing. I’m meeting him for the first time and I got his name wrong. I’m not taken aback for long though, because his attitude oozing from his simple correction was enough to disgust me. I’ve done nothing wrong to him, except maybe get his name wrong. Was my moving too much of a nuisance to him? Poor little British thing, he can deal with it.

I cringe, “Oh, um, sorry.”

He leans into the door frame, sweatshirt adjusting to the movement. Forget a tiny bit large, he was swimming in this thing. “Yeah, no problem. Can I help you or are you selling girl scout cookies at,” George checks his watch. “2 in the morning. If you are, I’m not interested, sorry ‘bout that,” His outfit makes me feel a lot less aware of mine. Despite his face being rather attractive, the outfit makes him look like he just rolled out of bed.

“Oh, yeah. I was wondering if you could lower the volume a bit, please. Or just stop screaming entirely, if possible. I don’t know if you have some weird shouting fetish, but I certainly don’t,” I chuckle. George, however, doesn’t chuckle. Actually, he looks rather unamused. If a human was an art museum, it would be George. Curling into a ball and falling into an endless void doesn’t sound too awful right now. I think I’ll add that to my itinerary. I’ll do it in my bed so I’m at least comfortable while I’m drowning in my own self-pity.

He grimaces, “Yeah. Sure.”

He’s blunt. Got it.

The second I turn my back to the door, it slams. Wow. What a cunt. Shaking the interaction off, I begin to feel the wear and tear of the day beginning to hit me. Moving all those boxes made my muscles ache. The solution to all my problems today seems to be going to bed. Not that I’m not okay with that, just funny. The day before I left for London, you’d think I was shocked by lightning. The electricity that was running through my veins was no match for any ADHD medicine the FDA had ever approved. Now, my body is beginning to fall victim to the earlier time zone. Not that it was a big deal, it was going to happen eventually. These next few days would just entail a difficult sleeping schedule. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.

I quickly find my way back to my own bedroom. The yelling was quieter, but I could still hear George through the thin walls. He was murmuring to someone softly. This apartment complex was all 1 bedroom apartments. He didn’t live alone. How lovely! I made a fool of myself to him, and he was most definitely telling his partner right now. Talk about dignity, am I right?

I scrolled through my phone for an hour, before the screaming returned to its original volume. Would it be overdramatic to say I felt my face go red with anger? I don’t think so. I think I handled the situation as politely as I could. Hell, I even cracked a joke so he could know I wasn’t that upset over the situation! If I knew he was going to resume his disruptive noises, I wouldn’t have been so nice or absolutely hilarious. Nobody that douchey gets my amazing humor. He didn’t even laugh! I hear another shout followed by a slam to a desk. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

Welp. Welcome to London!

#georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound #gnf x reader #dream smp #fanfiction #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #minecraft #smp #minecraft fanfiction

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hwalloween · 3 years

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Rainy Days (YuSan X Reader)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Yunho X Reader X Boyfriend!San

Synopsis: Rainy days weren’t your favorites, but that one took the trophy. Thank god you had Yunho and San to help out.

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff, a tiny bit of crack

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Poly Relationship, just a lot of gushy mushy stuff, mention of period stuff, some swearing, there is nudity but it’s just really UwU

Tag: @galaxteez you said you’re in your period so

A/N: This is the fluffiest I can get before my filfthy brain gets in the way. This is for all the people that are in their period now, I feel you baby

Rainy days weren‘t definitely your favorites. The thunders and storms, swings on the internet, the inability of going outside and doing something much better than just staring at the TV. Everything about it seemed to make you down. But that rainy day, that was the worst of the worst.

Laying on the couch, you were in a fetal position, eyes closed, hands together on top of the low part of your stomach, mind too busy to care with anything else but the pain. Oh the pain. If dying inside could have a sensation, you were pretty sure that would be it, a stabbing pain of a thousand knives running through your entire body, concentrating just on your most sensitive part. For your misfortune, you had woken up on your period, and as if destiny had decided to mock your face, there were no painkillers in the kitchen, which made you get even grumpier. The only solution by now was just lay somewhere and cry while the solution didn’t appear at your door.

But you weren’t suffering alone, oh no, a period cramp is a collective cramp. Your boyfriends were also having a hard time, not by trying to please you, but by seeing you suffering without being able to do much so. Yunho was by your side, gently rubbing your back and frowning each time you moaned out of pain, wondering if there was something he could do. San was long gone, having left the house to get groceries for what was supposed to be a movie night, but had become more of a horror movie itself. Rolling in your back, you stared at the selling with teary eyes, the cramps were undeniably hard that day.

— Hey, come here - You heard Yunho speak up, groaning just at the thought of having to move a single finger. Chuckling lightly, your boyfriend involved your body on his arms, pulling you off the couch and placing you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you hide your face on the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh perfume he had.

— I know you’re in pain, San is buying everything you need. But in the meanwhile, is there anything I can do? - His puppy eyes stared at you with worry, hands rubbing your lower back to try and sooth you.

— I don’t know… - You moaned quietly, putting your cheek against his broad shoulders and looking back at him with even puppier eyes - Can you magically take the pain of me?

— No… - He said quietly, a sad tone coating his voice. Biting his lower lip, Yunho looked around the apartment, trying to find a temporary solution. As if a light had clicked upon his head, he picked you up, legs around his waist, and carried you all the way over to the kitchen, placing you on the counter top and moving to the shelves. Losing the warm contact with Yunho made you pout, bringing your legs to your chest and resting your face on your knees, they weren’t wrong when calling you their little baby.

You got curious when you saw Yunho grabbing two mugs, then going to the fridge and searching for something. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, a painful cramp hitted you, making you close your eyes shut due to the pain and hug your legs even more, whining and sobbing a little, that was a nightmare.

— Hey, got you something, I guess - Looking up, you saw your boyfriend holding one of the mugs, specifically your mug, and you could see a little bit of steam coming out of it. Grabbing gently, you noticed that there was hot cocoa inside, the little bubbles popping themselves and disappearing. That put a little smile on your face, looking back at the tall boy in front of you, that wrapped his arms around you and gave you a gentle peck in the lips. Just as you were about to give a little sip, key sounds were heard, the front door then opening and revealing a soaked San with grocery bags. He waved one of the bags, a little one, a tired smile appearing on his face.

— Got the painkillers, and some other stuff - He said with a chuckle. The solution had, indeed, appeared in your door. Kicking off his shoes and entering, you could see the droplets of rain all over his jacket and jeans, his hair all wet and sticking to his forehead.

— Just in time, Y/N was about to drink something - Yunho said, looking at you with a little smile. God you loved your boyfriends. San came to the kitchen, placing the groceries by your side and then stuffing his hand inside the small bag, pulling out three medicine boxes.

— I didn’t know how much you needed, so I grabbed three just in case… - The younger said shyly, handing over one of the boxes to you. You grabbed his arm as he did, pulling him lightly and then giving him a loving kiss, thanking for his effort and thoughtfulness. Popping one of the pills out, you put the medicine in your tongue, giving a big gulp of the hot cocoa and swallowing everything together. It burned your throat lightly, but was worth it to feel no more pain in the next couple of hours.

— Gosh, I think I need a shower - San commented, looking at himself. He was, indeed, soaking wet, which you would normally think was hot, but in that context, could get him a cold.

— I could make a use of one too… - You mumbled, sipping on the drink and thinking. Maybe a shower could get all the yucky feeling off of your body.

— Let’s all go together, this way the bill is smaller - Yunho concluded, using his strong arms to get you off of the counter top.

— Can we all fit in the bathtub? I mean, the shower barely holds tw- - San began, but Yunho fastly shushed him, putting a finger on the younger’s lips and shaking his head.

— We can fit there, that bathtub is more powerful than you think - You and San looked at each other questionly, then looking back at the tall boy - I’ll go grab the clothes, you two to the bathroom, now.

Without missing a beat, both you and San moved to the bathroom, a shiver going down your spine as soon as a little bit of clothing started to come off. It was rather cold that day, so your skin had goosebumps all the way over to your toes, hands slightly shaking as you took off your pajamas and placed them to the side. San, on the other hand, was already naked, checking the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm and nice for you. No matter how many times you saw them without clothes, San’s and Yunho’s body still amazed you, the fine lines and curves of them being more than eye-candy to you. Sitting on the rather large tub, the dark-haired boy motioned for you to come, guiding you to sit on his lap.

— Harsh day? - He asked, placing his chin on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist and holding you dearly. You confirmed with your head, letting yourself rest against his body, hearing the door opening again and a tall figure come in with some comfy clothes. Yunho joined both of you in the bathtub, the warm water tickling your skin and bringing a good sensation — Y/N - You looked up, facing San’s sweet gaze - Can I wash your hair?

It wasn’t much before San’s fingers were massaging your scalp, making you feel sleepy as you slumped against him, feeling Yunho massaging your feet and legs on the other side of the tub. If heaven had a feeling, it probably was that one. You heard some giggling, looking back at the tallest of your three and seeing that he was holding back a laugh, putting his hand over his mouth to conceal the sound. Yunho must have seen how confused you looked, so he motioned back to San, who was also holding back a laugh.

— Yah! Why are both of you laughing? - You said, earning more laughs from both your boyfriends.

— Maybe you should look in the mirror, Y/N - Yunho said, grabbing a hand mirror that was in the sink close to his side. When looking at your reflexion, you finally saw what was the fuze about, and you hitted San’s chest, making him laugh even more

— Why did you make horns with my hair, San?! - You splashed water on his face, seeing as he stopped laughing and throwed water back at you, accidentally hitting Yunho and starting a water fight. If the bathroom was clean, it wasn’t anymore. Your faces were all wet, and bubbles were flying through the room, the pain you had on your body was long forgotten as your hands fluffed your hair, taking off the horns. Yunho was the first to leave the bath, offering you a hand and helping you out, while San also got up and put a towel around your figure, making you warm again. Yunho placed you on top of the sink counter, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he grabbed the clothes, unfolding them and helping you to get yourself on them.

Warm and comfy, you three directed yourselves to the living room, grabbing the rest of the bags San had brought on the way. The boys opened the couch, and you guys plopped yourselves on it, throwing a blanket over everyone and cuddling all together. On the bags, there were various snacks and sweets, everything your mother would absolutely prohibe to eat on the daily, so it was even yummier. San grabbed the TV control, deciding to put on some random movie, just to have something to do. You yawned, feeling the sleep starting to hit you after a long and painful day.

— Go to sleep, sweetheart - San said, getting even closer to you and allowing your heart to rest better on his shoulder.

— We’ll be here if you need, now rest - Yunho completed, making sure that the blanket was covering you nicely. Both boys gave you a little peck, eyeing on you as your own eyes started to close and you quickly drifted off to dreamland.

Rainy days weren’t definitely your favorites, but at least you had your two favorite boys in the world to make it better.

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Love Song

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst? and plenty of badly written smut

Warnings: 18+, Choking kink, degradation?, car sex with Mark (one could only dream), oral sex, riding, face fucking, breast play, fingering, doggy style

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: You and Mark were enjoying your night together at your mutual friend Youngjae’s wedding when your boyfriend asks you to follow him outside. Instead of taking a quick breather like you had thought he was doing, he brings you over to his car and the two of you end up driving to a empty parking lot. It’s in those moments that Mark confesses his insecurities to you and the two of you end up confessing your love for each other leading to passionate and very rough sex in the back seat of his car.

A/N: I don’t know why, but every time I listen to Lana Del Rey, her songs remind me of Mark and when I first heard this song, being the sex deprived horny ass bitch that I am came up with the idea of car sex with Mark and this story came about. I’m sorry if the smut is poorly written I’m not one to write smut too often but I just had to. Happy reading!

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, I'm your baby We go fast, we go so fast, we don’t move I believe in a place you take me Make you real proud of your baby In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin’ through you In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin' through you

“Mark, what are you doing? Where are we going? Youngjae and his wife didn’t even cut the cake yet, we can’t just leave the wedding—“ Your boyfriend ignored your complaints and tightened his hold on your hand while continuing to pull you towards his car.

The two of you were at your best friend Youngjae’s wedding. It was quite a big wedding with a beautiful reception. There were hundreds of people in celebration and you were having such an amazing time. That was until your boyfriend squeezed on your thigh and motioned for the two of you to head outside.

You didn’t think much of it at first, maybe he just needed to breathe for a little bit. He was never one to be fond of big crowds, so you felt as if maybe he wanted to take a smoke break to calm down his anxiety. But you knew something was up when he began walking in the direction of his car.

“We can and we will. All the good parts are over anyways. We showed up, watched them say their vows, ate dinner and gave the gift. That’s all that matters. Now get in.”

You looked up at him in curiosity. Why was he so upset? His face held no emotion, but you’ve been with Mark long enough to know when something was bothering him. Not wanting to aggravate him even more, you did as you were told and took your place in the passenger seat.

As he began to drive away, you tried to think of what might’ve happened during the night’s festivities that could’ve bothered him so much. He was fine when the two of you left your apartment and he seemed to be having a good time up until it was time for the speeches. You had excused yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes and when you came back, you were quick to notice how tense he had become. As much as you wanted to know what was on his mind, you learned from past experiences not to pry at your boyfriend unless you wanted it to end up in an argument.

You were so in to your thoughts that you failed to realize how fast Mark was driving until you saw him run a few red lights. That’s when you decided to call him out for the way he was acting.

“Mark, what’s going on? What happened babe? Talk to me.” You reached for his hand that was on the console and gently grazed it in attempts to get him to calm down. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve learned that Mark had the biggest weak spot for you. Just a simple kiss or touch could break him out of his negative mood and that’s exactly what you did.

As you brought his hand up to your lips and placed a soft kiss against it, you saw his shoulders relax as his speed began to slow down. Once he got to a stoplight, he turned to face you and cupped your cheek in his hand. No matter how long the two of you have been together, you would always get flustered over any sort of skin ship. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before returning his focus back to the road. His free hand found yours and he brought it over to his lap. In your peripheral vision, you saw his eyebrows soften and a small smirk rose upon his face. Knowing that your presence alone could help him feel better made your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry. I’m being an ass to you for no reason. Just let me park and I’ll tell you everything.” He continued to drive for what felt like hours until he pulled in to an empty parking lot of a random park. Without saying anything, he got out of the driver’s seat and made his way to the back. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he motioned for you to join him.

Once you made your way towards the back seat, he immediately pulled you on to his lap and hid his face in the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist. The two of you sat in silence for a while; you wanted to wait for him to explain the way he was acting. You felt him softly drag his fingers along the dress you were wearing and smiled to yourself.

“This is a really pretty dress. You looked beautiful as always my love. I think you gave Youngjae’s wife a run for her money.” You giggled at his comment and playfully slapped his shoulder. When he released a long sigh and you felt him pout against your jaw, curiosity got the best of you and you decided you would speak up about his behavior.

“Mark. Babe, what’s got you so upset?” You turned to face him and brought your hands up in to his hair. His brows furrowed and he found himself placing his forehead against yours.

“Are you mad at me for the way I’ve been acting just now? I’ve ruined the night didn’t I? I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me so much. It’s just—when you went to the bathroom, Jackson came over and started talking to me about how everyone in our group of friends is getting married and settling down and how pathetic it is that I have yet to even pop the question to you. Then he brought up that you must be tired of going to all these weddings and not being able to experience one of your own. He also wouldn’t shut up about the fact that we’ve been together for four years and how I’m stupid for not proposing to you already. Now I can’t stop thinking that one day you’re going to get tired of waiting and leave me. You know that I love you right? I love you with every fiber of my being. I can’t even fathom in to words how much I love you. You mean everything to me y/n. You should know that by now. I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to experience your own wedding; planning it, getting proposed to, walking down the aisle. All of that. And I plan on giving all of that to you baby. It’s just—“

He brought his fingers up to your cheek and gently grazed it. “I want to give you the best. It’s what you deserve. I want to be able to give you the wedding of your dreams. I want to be able to afford that ring I’ve seen you looking at a few times, I want to take you on the best honeymoon and come back to a big house, not our crummy little apartment. I don’t care if that means we have to get married when we’re forty. And I want to make more beautiful memories with you before we have to adult and worry about shit like mortgage and credit card bills. I hate when people meddle in our business. I just couldn’t stay there any longer without wanting to throw my glass of wine at him. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that from the beginning of our relationship. I don’t need a fucking engagement ring or some stupid papers to prove to others that you’re my soulmate. All that matters is you and I. You’re my person. I was made for loving you and I plan on doing so for the rest of our lives. But if you want to get married now, then that’s fine too baby. We’ll do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy. We can get hitched tomorrow if you’d like.”

You let out a light chuckle, but you couldn’t help and tear up at his sweet words. You weren’t going to lie, attending all of his friend’s weddings did make you jealous. Seeing all of their brides getting dolled up for their special day made you extremely envious. But you were afraid of bringing the topic up to Mark. He obviously had his reasons for having yet to ask you to marry him and you respected that. However, hearing that the reason he was still waiting to propose was because he wanted to give you the perfect wedding made your cheeks warm.

Mark was a man of little words but many actions. Sure, he tells you he loves you on a daily basis, but he never fails to show it to you with his actions. Whether it’s by carrying you to your room whenever you fell asleep on the couch, cooking dinners and washing the dishes for you when you came home late from work, buying you your own carton of ice cream whenever he went grocery shopping, texting you to make sure you were eating your meals on time, preparing you baths when he felt like you were stressed and overwhelmed or circling lines in books that reminded him of you; the little things like this just proved to you how much he really did love you.

You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips and looked at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes. The last four years of your life were some of the best because of the beautiful man in front of you. He made you feel as if you were the only woman on this earth. The love you had for Mark was indescribable; you’d do anything he’d ask you to and you knew he’d do the same for you.

“Mark. Babe, look at me.” He shook his head before returning his face against your chest.

“I prefer it here. It’s nice and comfortable lying against your breasts.” You shoved his shoulder and rolled his eyes and finally, he looked up at you.

“I’ll admit, as much as I love attending these weddings, I couldn’t help but wish it was ours. I found myself daydreaming about how our wedding would be like. Where we would have it at, what kind of dress I’d wear, the type of flowers, cake and food we’d have. But then I’d look at you and realize, that I don’t need all of that. All I need, is you at the end of the aisle. I don’t need a big, extravagant wedding. Sure, it’d be nice to have a ten tiered cake with dozens of flowers on a beach surrounded with hundreds of our friends and family members. But I don’t care about all of that. You. All I want and could ever need in my life is you. All I care about is you. I don’t care if we run away to Vegas and have an Elvis impersonator marry us off, I just want to be one with you. I want to be yours. Legally, that is. I’m sorry your night was ruined and I’m sorry you had to worry about how I feel about marriage and the fact that we’re the only couple in our group of friends that aren’t married. But you have nothing to worry about anything my love. I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me forever, remember? Honestly Mark, you could propose to me with a ring pop and I would probably cry. I love you, more than you will ever know.”

You gently lifted up his chin so that you made eye contact with him and connected your lips with his. When you felt him smile in to the kiss as his grip on your waist only tightened, your heart felt as if it was about to combust. Although the two of you were in your mid 20s, you always felt so young when you were with Mark. He always took such amazing care of you and being with him made you feel free; like a child. The two of you continued to kiss and soon one thing led to another. You felt something hard against your thigh and you giggled at the sensation.

“What? What’s so funny?” Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion as you covered up your mouth and continued your laughter.

“I can’t believe we left your best friend’s wedding only to have sex in your car. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You’re remarkable you know that?” He rolled his eyes before reconnecting your lips together. One of your favorite past times was kissing Mark. Your boyfriend had the prettiest heart shaped lips you’ve ever seen. They were always so soft and plump, and you loved how they felt against yours.

“No. I didn’t plan to leave Youngjae’s wedding so we could fuck in my back seat. This is just the cherry on top of what was almost a great night. However, I’m sure you’ll make it a perfect night for me pretty soon. Fuck, you don’t know how hard it was watching you get ready and seeing you put on this dress. You don’t know how breathtakingly beautiful yet extremely sexy you are do you baby girl? It took every bone in my body not to throw you up against the wall and fuck you in to next week. I don’t think you noticed how many eyes were on you tonight. The guys are all married but yet I caught all of them sneaking glances at you. I caught Bambam staring at you and even biting his lip multiple times and I wanted to sock him in the face for it. You’re mine, all mine. I wanna hear you say it.”

You began to grind yourself in to his growing erection earning yourself a breathy groan from the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. You nibbled softly on his ear lobe and placed a chaste kiss right below it, knowing just how much it turned your boyfriend on whenever you did that.

“Say what Mark?” He frowned, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl. No matter how sweet Mark was when it came to you, whenever it came to your love sessions, he was rough and very animalistic. He made sure you knew he was the boss when it came to the bedroom, not that you had any complaints. If anything, you loved how dominant Mark was during sex. You loved it when he edged you, spanked you, choked you and had you begging for release. His dominance was a huge kink of yours and your boyfriend was completely aware of this. Which is why he knew you were teasing him only to get him riled up.

You began to palm him through his dress pants and fastened your pace grinding against his thigh. The grunt that left his pretty lips sent chills down your spine and warmth to your core. You wanted Mark to know the effect he had on you, your heart, your mind and your extremely soaking pussy. After reconnecting your lips to his, you reached for his hand and brought it in to your dress, guiding it up to your entrance. You pulled away briefly to make eye contact with him as you cupped your cunt with his hand.

“Yours. I’m all yours. Forever.” The look of lust and desire in his eyes only made things more difficult for you. You needed him now. As much as you loved foreplay and the idea of his head between your thighs, you wanted him inside of you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful y/n. God. I will never get enough of you. My pretty little petal. You’re mine. All mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’d do it a hundred times if it meant having you in every single lifetime. I love you. I love you s—so—fuck. Keep going baby. You’re so good to me angel.”

Hearing him say those things made you smile like an idiot and you decided you’d put your selfish needs on hold in order to pleasure your boyfriend. He yanked off both his vest and his dress shirt as your dainty little fingers unzipped his pants. You quickly freed his extremely hard and painfully red looking cock from his boxers. The sight of his bare chest and his erection made your mouth water. Mark was well endowed, he was both thick and long. You couldn’t believe someone like Mark existed. It irritated you that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was perfect and all yours.

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and swiped the pre cum that was already seeping out. You made sure he kept eye contact with you as you seductively brought his cum in to your mouth. The growl that came from the back of his throat didn’t go unnoticed by you and turned you on more if that was even possible. You began to pump him slowly and started leaving sloppy kisses along his neck. When you felt him wrap his hand against yours and began to pump faster, you felt a coil building up in your stomach.

Something about the way he was acting so brutal yet soft brought heat to your cheeks. Seeing him close his eyes and bite down on his lip as the two of you were pumping his length was such an erotic sight. To Mark’s dismay, you pulled away all to soon and as he was about to complain, you got off of his lap and sat down on the floor.

“I want you to fuck my face Mark. Take all your anger out on me baby. Let’s break in your new car.” His eyes widened in shock at your not so innocent words and with the sultry way you were looking at him, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. You kitten licked the tip before dragging your tongue back and forth along his slit. Hearing him take in a deep breath caused you to grind yourself against the floor, trying to get any sort of friction between your heat. Finally, you brought him in to your mouth and did your best to swallow him as much as you could.

Although you loved receiving head, especially because Mark was so good at eating you out, you preferred giving it just a little bit more because you knew how much pleasure it brought your boyfriend. Watching his facial expressions and the way he would tug on your hair only gave you more confidence to perform better. No matter how painful it was, hearing his constant moans, cussing and dirty words was worth the tears you had shed.

“Look at you, my beautiful cock slut. You just love choking on my dick don’t you babe? Fuck y/n, just like that. You’re so good to me—your mouth is so warm. I love it when you suck me off, you’re so good at it. Ah—ah—oh fuck.”

You brought your thumb up to his cock and grazed along his throbbing veins all the while dragging your tongue around the tip of his cock agonizingly slow. When you looked up to see his facial reactions, you let out a soft moan. Seeing Mark bite down on his lip all the while holding a pleasuring expression on his face made your cheeks blush. As he grew closer to his release, he brought his hands down to your hair and all but gently shoved himself farther and farther down your throat.

Since the two of you were very honest in your relationship, he was very transparent when it came to voicing his kinks and you were completely aware that face fucking was at the top of his list. Sure, Mark would do anything you’d ask him to; but behind closed doors, he was a fierce, dominant figure. He wanted to instill it in your mind that only he could bring you to sheer ecstasy with just a single touch.

“Take it baby, I know you can handle it. Fuck, I’m so close. You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’m so—so—fucking in love with you—ahhh shit.” Before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with his warm, creamy liquid and you swallowed whatever you possibly could. The exhausted sigh that fell from his lips once you pulled your mouth away was an all too familiar sound and you knew you had literally sucked the life out of him. When you heard him giggle, you looked up at him in curiosity and began to get up from off the ground.

“What’s wrong?” His laughter continued before he placed a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I uh—You have some cum—right there. How can you look so adorable right after having my dick down your throat? God, how are you even real? You can’t be. That was—shit y/n. I’m speechless. You’re just—wow. You know what? Fuck it, let’s get hitched. Will you marry me baby?” You playfully shoved his shoulder before climbing on to his lap. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you began leaving sloppy kisses along his jaw.

“Hmmm, to think, all it took was a blow job to get me a proposal. I’ve given you plenty of those before, why so desperate now Tuan?” He rolled his eyes before gripping on to your hips and began grinding you against his lap again. “Mark.” He hummed in curiosity as you connected your lips together in a passionate kiss. “Take off my dress. Please.” The toothy grin he sent you as he hid his face in the crook of your neck made this feel all too surreal.

Before Mark, you had your fair share of terrible relationships and at one point, you felt that love just wasn’t for you. That was until the beautiful boy in front of you clumsily fell on to your lap as you were sitting on the ground of Barnes and Noble reading a book. Countless apologies spilled from his lips but they all went through one ear and out the other. You were so focused on how attractive he was and how cute he sounded as he stuttered on his words.

When he took a look at you, it’s as if his whole world just stopped. It’s as if he was in a trance and he didn’t know why. Love at first sight was so cliche, but Mark knew there was something about you that stuck with him. It was then that he found himself asking to sit with you and began to read for a few minutes before building up the courage to talk to you. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Your mom even called the two of you magnets. Wherever one of you went, the other would follow.

Since the beginning of your relationship up until now, Mark has shown you so much love, support, patience, kindness and happiness and you knew if soulmates existed, he was yours. You took a good look at him and you couldn’t help the tear that fell from your cheek at the thought of how much you loved the man staring back at you. You’d do anything for him, be anyone he’d ask you to be, go anywhere he’d go. Mark Tuan was your person, and you were sure you’d die if you were to lose him.

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You didn’t even notice your tears as they continued to fall until he began leaving soft kisses against your cheeks. Before he could say anything else, you brought your lips back to his and kissed him with everything you had; hoping he could feel at least half of the love you held for him through the kiss. He licked on your bottom lip, non verbally asking for entrance while returning the kiss just as hard. A whimper fell from his lips when he felt you pull away but you were quick to lean your forehead against his.

“I love you so much. You mean the world to me Mark.” The way he was looking at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes made you tear up even more; but before he let any more tears fall, he began to unzip your dress and softly tossed it to the ground.

“Holy shit.” When you saw that he was looking at your breasts, only then did it occur to you that you weren’t wearing a bra. “You’re something else you know that? Perfect doesn’t even come close to what you are. You are a marvel baby. So, so pretty and all mine. I love you too my love. More than you will ever know.”

He tried his best to position the two of you so that he was on top, but his car; although it was more spacious than his previous one, was still very cramped to be having sex in. As he tried to lower your head on to the seat, he actually ended up bumping the back of your head on the side door and when he tried to make sure you were alright, he ended up bumping his head against the window.

“Whoever said car sex is the best kind of sex is a fucking liar.” You giggled in to the juncture of his neck and motioned for him to get off of you, earning yourself an adorable look of curiosity.

“Let me ride you, it might be easier since I’m tinier. You‘ll end up bumping your head every time you thrust in to me. Face it sweetie, you didn’t plan this out well.” He let out a sarcastic chuckle before guiding you to the tip of his cock.

“Wait, y/n. I was actually planning on eating you out first before making love to you—“ you softly grazed his cheek before bringing his cock up to your extremely soaking entrance.

“I need you inside of me. Now. Knowing us, we’ll go round two once we get home. So you can take care of me then. Focus on rearranging my guts and making sure I’m immobile for the rest of the week.” His eyes widened in shock at your naughty words. You were an extremely sweet and soft spoken person to everyone you knew. But every time you and Mark made love, you’d become a completely different person and he loved it. Although you were more of a submissive type, there were times where you could be pretty rough with your boyfriend and sometimes you even teased him until he was begging for his release. Tonight was one of those nights where you planned on wrecking him.

You reached down and wrapped your dainty little fingers around the head and slid your thumb back and forth against his slit. After collecting some of the precum from his extremely hardened and throbbing cock, you made sure you were keeping eye contact with him as you brought the creamy white liquid up to your lips and sucked every bit of it from off your fingers. The breathy moan that came from his pretty pink lips only sent more heat to your soaking core.

“Fuck, that was so hot—shit—SHIT. How are you always so fucking tight? You’re soaking baby, fuck. You feel amazing. I’m going to need you to do something. Anything, please y/n. Fuck me already damnit!”

You loved the power you had over him; you knew that Mark tried his best to come off as someone who hated to beg and being submissive, but deep down you knew he liked it. He loved how dominant you could be whenever it came to sex. He loved knowing that only he knew how wild and rough you were in bed. He loved knowing there was a dark and extremely erotic side to the kind, gentle and soft spoken girl everybody knew and loved. After what felt like hours, you finally began to give Mark what he was asking for.

You lifted yourself off of his cock and immediately sank back down afterwords. Your slick walls began to coat the entirety of his painful erection and you were quick to fasten your pace when you felt his hands grip tightly on your waist. Mark began to thrust himself inside of you causing the car to shake but neither of you seemed to care. One thing you loved about having sex with Mark, it was always a team effort. He’d never let you do anything on your own. If you gave him head, he would never let you go to sleep without eating you out. If you rode him, he became a power bottom.

If he came before you did, he made sure to make your orgasm last longer and hit you even harder. To Mark, you were the most delicate and fragile flower and he was so afraid of hurting you. But with the way you would control most of your love making sessions, he knew you were a force to be reckoned with.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. You’re so, so good to me. How does it feel y/n? Riding my cock like the pretty little cow girl you are? You like bouncing on my dick don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock penetrating those tight and slick walls of yours huh? The idea of anyone pulling up to this parking lot and catching us relinquishing in our love excites you doesn’t it my beautiful girl? Who owns this pretty pussy of yours? Say it. Scream my name baby.”

He brought his hands up to your ass and squeezed both cheeks before roughly slapping them. The sound echoed throughout the car and it only caused the coil that was building up in your stomach to tighten.

“You Mark. You do. You and only you. You own everything. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please baby, go faster. Fuck me harder Mark. Deeper baby, please.”

Your begging only made things harder for your boyfriend, literally. As much as he loved having you sink up and down on his cock as your pretty titties bounced, he needed to go deeper. There were no words to describe just how good you felt. As your ass continually hit against his pelvis and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, he knew he was close. He pulled you down to his chest and placed a long, sloppy kiss against your lips. When he brought your bottom lip in between his teeth, you let out a mix of a moan and a whine and it was the most orgasmic sound he’s ever heard before.

He released your lip and began to attack your chest with multiple love bites. You were his and he wanted the world to know just how amazing your night together had been. Before you knew it, he brought his mouth up to one of your breasts and playfully began to lick your nipple. You had a huge breast play kink and Mark was well aware of it which is why he never failed in taking advantage of loving on your beautiful mounds.

The two of you experimented in many different ways of breast play; whether it was clamps, titty fucking, ice play or food play, you would find your orgasm build at just the simplest lick or pinch of your nipple. Even when the two of you weren’t being intimate, Mark was constantly loving on your chest on a daily basis and made sure you were well aware that it was his favorite body part of yours other than your beautiful face, thick thighs and plump ass. He brought his mouth around your breast and started to suck on it as he squeezed your other one and toyed with your nipple.

While he was taking the time to take care of your breasts, you continued to bounce on him like a bunny rabbit and brought your hands up to his hair in order to tug on it hoping that he knew he was driving you insane. After spending a few minutes nipping and sucking on one breast, he finally made his way to the other and continued his movements. Your sighs, gentle moans and soft murmurs only egged him on more and as much as he loved playing with your tits, he wanted to be balls deep inside of your pussy. As soon as he pulled his mouth away from your breast, you released a whine causing him to giggle.

“Mark, what the fuck? That felt amazing. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put my breast back in your mouth.” He giggled softly before reconnecting your lips together and motioned for you to get off of him. This earned him the cutest look of confusion but instead of letting you wonder what he meant, he spoke up.

“As much as I love both sucking and fucking on these pretty and very huge titties of yours, I wanna hit it from behind. I need to see that beautiful ass bounce on my cock. Let me fuck my princess doggy style.”

Although you were nervous thinking about how he could fuck your from behind in such a limited amount of space, you trusted your boyfriend and knew that he wouldn’t put you in a situation you’d be uncomfortable in. He had you turn around and face the opposite door as he bent you over and handed you his dress shirt and coat to rest your head on if you needed to. He brought one hand to your waist and the other one found one of your breasts.

“Ready for me my love?” You turned your head as much as you possibly could and stole a chaste kiss from him in response. As soon as he reentered your dripping sex, you both let out exhausted moans as he roughly started to plunge himself in to you. His hand dropped from your waist and made it’s way up to your neck all but gently wrapping around it and choking you. Choking was one of your biggest kinks. Mark had the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen on a man.

They were so long and skinny and you loved the feeling of them wrapped around your neck, intertwined with yours, squeezing your breasts and ass, gripped against your waist or buried inside of your cunt. His grip on your neck tightened but he was still very gentle with the way he had his hand wrapped around you. The feeling of him both quickly and roughly thrusting himself in to you as he delicately gripped at your throat on top of the sounds of skin on skin clapping echoing throughout the car was making your head spin. This was all too much for your mind to process let alone handle.

Sure, the two of you had sex countless of times throughout your entire relationship. There were times where the sex was extremely hot and passionate and times where your boyfriend was slow, soft and very gentle. The two of you found yourself in situations where toys were used, you were in the public with many chances of getting caught and anytime you and Mark would argue, it would always end in steamy and angry make up sex.

Something about the atmosphere this time around was different. Maybe it was because he voiced his worries and insecurities to you regarding your future together and because he admitted to you that he wanted to give you the world and all that he thinks you deserve before asking you to marry him. All you knew and even cared about was the man currently giving himself to you.

You didn’t care about marriage, where the two of you were to live and settle down and nor did you care about what anyone thought about your relationship. Mark was all you needed in this life of sin. He was quick to notice that you were out of it so he began leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw to get your attention.

“Everything okay baby? I’m not hurting you am I?” You shook your head in disagreement before turning as far as you could to connect your lips together.

“I’m fine. I just love—fuck—I love you so much Mark—mmmmmm. Faster, and choke me harder. Please, it feels so good. So—so good.” Hearing your confessions of love on top of how tight your pussy was clenching around his sensitive cock because of the way he was wrapping his fingers around your neck was driving Mark to the edge of insanity.

“You love the way I wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck don’t you baby? You love how rough and dominant I can be don’t you? You love the feeling of my thick cock stretching out your beautiful pussy don’t you princess? Daddy loves it just as much and if not more. You’re so fucking tight and you’re taking me so well. I will never get tired of fucking my beautiful baby girl. Making love to you is my favorite past time. You—you mean everything to me. I’m so in love with you y/n. Please, tell me you’re close. I’m losing my mind here.”

He gently shoved your head down in to the seat when he felt you nod in agreement and to your dismay, took his hand off of your neck. However, he brought his fingers down to your clit and began to rub against your extremely sensitive nub as he continued to blow your back out. The feeling of his rough digits ploughing themselves in you as his dick sank itself in between your folds sent your bones on fire and with the way Mark was roughly nipping and sucking at your neck in order to hide his moans, you knew he was ready to release his load inside of you.

Before you knew it, your boyfriend let out a strained cry as his second orgasm filled you up to the hilt. He frowned when he noticed you still had yet to come yourself, but the soft caress against his thumb broke him out of his self pity.

“Baby, I’m so sorry—“ you brought your fingers up to his lips in order to silence him.

“Eat me out Mark. Put those pretty lips to use. I’m almost there, I just need your tongue.” He released an exhausted yet extremely sexy grunt before turning you around and laying you on the chair. He brought his fingers down to your clit and collected some of his cum while bringing it up to your lips.

“Suck.” You did as you were told and licked his fingers clean. The sight made blood rush to Mark’s head and he plopped his body down on yours in order to connect your lips together. You bit down on his bottom lip before nipping and sucking on it. Mark’s lips were extremely addicting and you would kiss him for days if only time permitted you to do so.

Unfortunately, he pulled away before you could continue your make out session because he knew he had a job to do and if you kept kissing him the way you were, he wouldn’t get to eat you out like you pleased. As he began to lower himself to your entrance, your breath hitched at the sight of his head between your thighs.

You always loved watching Mark go down on you, especially when he would innocently smile up at you with your essence all over his lips as if he wasn’t committing such a sinful act of lust. He started to leave soft kisses against your thighs and decided to tease you by blowing hot air against your entrance.

“You smell and look so good baby doll, but I bet you taste even better. Let’s see if my assumptions are right.” As you were about to push his head against your tightened core needing him to do anything to help the tingling and throbbing sensation between your legs, he finally brought his tongue up to your clit and teasingly licked your slit earning himself a breathy moan.

“Holy shit. You taste amazing. You never cease to amaze me. Time to dig in.” His tongue lapped up at your juices as he began to nip and suck on your clit. He grazed you’re core with his teeth and you could feel yourself getting closer to your end. Your hands made their way to his hair and you pulled at it every time you felt his lips sucking on your folds. Your moans and breathy sighs only made your boyfriend go harder on you. He brought his index and middle finger up to your entrance and shoved himself inside as he continued licking at your clit.

“M—Mark—fuck—please—please please—so so good—“ he pulled away and gave you his award winning smile causing your eyes to roll back.

“Enjoying yourself baby?” You looked down at him and nodded. He looked so adorable yet so naughty; how was that even possible. If only you could take a mental photo of the breathtaking sight in front of you and go back to look at it every time you were apart from him.

“I don’t know. You seem to be quiet tonight. Maybe I should stop—“ you all but gently pulled at his hair and gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t you dare Tuan. We’re not going anywhere until I’m seeing stars and cum in your mouth.” He gave you a smirk before leaving soft kisses against your thighs.

“Fine. But you know what I want from you baby. Sing for me. Don’t hide those pretty noises. Moan for me. Scream my name. Let me know just how good I’m eating this pretty pink cunt of yours.”

He didn’t need to ask you twice. As soon as he brought his mouth back to your entrance and continued his ministrations, you were putty in his hands. Your screams and silent curses filled his car and before you knew it, the coil that was tightening in your tummy released and all you could see was white. Mark licked up everything as soon as you released yourself in to his mouth and left a few more kisses against your clit before making his way up to you.

“You’re such a good girl. God, you are perfect. I’ll never get over your beauty and the way you never fail to blow my mind—and my dick.”

You gave him a tired smile and brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “How was I? Did I do a good job? Did I make daddy proud?” He returned your grin and stole a sweet kiss from your lips.

“You were perfect y/n. You’re always so good to me. If it’s any consolation, this was one of our best love making sessions we’ve had yet. To be honest, I really like fucking you in here. It’s a bit cramped but damn, I love being pressed up so close against your body. Plus, it’s more intimate and gets steamier in here. Look at the windows, it’s like our own personal sauna in here.” You took a few seconds to look around and notice what he was referring to and let out a gasp while softly slapping his chest.

“If anyone were to pull up and see your car—“

“Then they would see how hot and nasty we get during sex. We give porn stars a run for their money. I turn in to some animalistic creature whenever we make love; I don’t know why but you drive me insane and I fucking love it. The windows are tinted a few colors darker than what’s allowed baby. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I did that for a reason.”

With the small amount of energy you had left, you giggled against his chest at the idea of him purposely tinting his windows so he could fuck you in his car without people being able to see inside. Mark was always such a horny bastard, not that you had any complaints. Your body craved him as much as your mind and heart did. You playfully rolled your eyes at the older boy and failed to notice the way he was looking at you.

Although the both of you just relinquished in your love for almost two hours, he looked at you as if you were the one to set the sun, stars and the moon in to the sky. Mark had a hard time believing you were real sometimes. You placed a soft kiss against his nose to break him out of his thoughts.

“Someone like you only comes around once in a lifetime. I thank God every day for blessing me with someone as ethereal and exceptionally wonderful as you to be my person y/n. It took me years to accept the fact that I deserve you because I never felt like I was good enough for you. I know I try my best to prove my love for you and I say it quite a lot but I’m sorry if there are times where you doubt my love for you. Just know I would go through hell and back just to make sure that breathtaking smile of yours stays on your beautiful face. You are more than just my girlfriend y/n. You’re my best friend. My soul mate. My person and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you and telling you just how grateful I am to be yours. One day you’ll be my wife. Soon baby. I can’t wait to put a ring on your cute little finger. Let’s get you home baby, so I can continue to show you just how much I love you.”

Oh, be my once in a lifetime Lyin' on your chest in my party dress I'm a fuckin' mess, but I Oh, thanks for the high life Baby, it's the best, passed the test and yes Now I’m here with you, and I Would like to think that you would stick around You know that I’d just die to make you proud The taste, the touch, the way we love It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Spidey Senses (pt. 1)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You have a big secret about your life, and so might your crush.

Word Count: 2253

Chapter 2

You woke up, looking around at the apartment to yourself, and got ready for school. You made yourself some scrambled eggs; they were quick enough to make. You ate and cleaned up, not that anyone was expecting you to. You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself one last time. You frowned, but smoothened out your shirt.

Peter liked this shirt. He once told you that at lunch, when you brought him cookies made cookies for him and Ned. It was a Bowsette shirt, and this time instead of wearing it lose you tucked it in. Maybe he'd like that? Not that it was doing much for your body. You did read somewhere that having confident vibes was attractive, so maybe you just needed to act confident, and he'd notice that you wore the shirt he likes? It was stupid, but you were doing it anyways.

You locked up your apartment and walked to Peter's nicer apartment complex, where you sat down on the untagged steps outside. A few minutes later Peter came rushing out with a piece of toast in his mouth. You turned and smiled, perking up.

"Morning Peter." You chirped. No matter how bad you could feel sometimes, you couldn't help but have the best of attitudes around Peter.

"Morning." He said, voice muffled. He took a bite and ripped off a piece of toast, silently giving it to you. You took it and ate with him. "So I just got a text from Ned, and we have to pair up in biology for a project on the genetics of different forms of life."

He sounded pepped up, and so were you. You loved doing projects. It was a stress reliever from working at nights, and you got to spend some time after school with Peter. To you, projects were amazing. "So, who're you gonna pick for your partner?" You teased.

"Of course only the one person I know who can keep up with me." He nudged you, and you giggled. "I wish Liz was in that class. She's really smart."

Then there was that. Peter's crush on Liz. Though it made you feel terrible about yourself, you couldn't help but constantly compare yourself to Liz. She was so much prettier than you, smarter, actually popular. Not that you really cared about popularity, but it seemed like everyone adored her, Peter included. You didn't dislike her, you just wished you could be more like her. But if she's what makes Peter happy, then you would try to be the most supportive friend you could be.

"I bet you do." You did your best to smile. "Are we still on for joining the Mathletes?"

"I don't know. What if I get too nervous around Liz and start messing everything up? Then I'll look like an idiot."

"First of all, never call yourself an idiot. You're a genius, own it. Second, me and Ned are gonna join with you. We'll have your back Peter. We'll all have some fun, and you'll get to spend more time with her. We'll be in the back for support if you need us."

He nodded and put an arm around you, squeezing your shoulders as he side hugged you. "Thanks y/n. I can always count on you and Ned to be really awesome friends."

Though it took a blow to your feelings and self esteem, all you responded with was "Of course." as you walked into school and met up with Ned.

Sometimes, keeping things to yourself was just the better option. There were two things you kept from Peter. One, you were completely and undoubtedly in love with him. Only Ned knew about this, since he's just as close to you as Peter is. Two, the day you went to the Stark museum field trip and got bit by that spider changed your life forever.

As the day went on, so did your anxiousness. It was good this time; you didn't have work today at Delmar's Deli-Grocery, meaning it was time to suit up. Queens always needed help, and you were happy to do it. So was this other guy with similar abilities, but you never met him, so you didn't worry about it.

Mathletes went pretty much as expected. Peter was adorably awkward around Liz, but a genius none the less. You actually had some fun with Ned, goofing off as well as being able to get some work done. Peter would come back to you two every now and then to give updates. "You okay?" Ned quietly asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You rested your chin on your hand and leaned over. "What about you? Like anybody right now?"

He gave you a goofy smile. "Nobody specific, but I'm hoping being in the Mathletes will show girls how smart I am."

You gave him a toothy grin in return. "I'm sure they will. Girls who are worth your time are suckers for nerds." Ned nodded his head eagerly in response.

Peter caught a glimpse of your conversation with Ned about girls liking nerds, and it sounded like a really tempting topic to over and listen about, but he had to focus on Liz. Giving her his main attention will show her that this is just as important to him as it is to her.

When Mathletes was over, Peter went over to you and an excited Ned, trying to ignore that nagging left out feeling he was having. "What'd I miss?"

"Y/n's gonna paint the Millennium Falcon and Death Star on my walls!" Ned said excitedly.

"Woah, really?"

You shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I like painting, and it's not like my landlord would let me do it on my own walls. His parents are gonna take me to buy the paints and pay me for doing it too, so it's really just me getting all the benefits."

"It's gonna happen next week, so we should have a marathon over the weekend." Ned proposed.

"I love that idea!" Peter said, getting pumped up and excited in a very cute way he does. "We should do it at your house!" He said to you.

"I'm so down!" You excitedly said. "But right now I have homework to do, so let's walk home."

Ned said his goodbyes as he got picked up. You and Peter walked home together talking about Star Wars and how he would love it if you painted for him sometime. You promised him you would and said your goodbyes, watching him walk up his apartment complex steps and disappearing. You then quickly ran home to put on your super suit and head out.

Meanwhile, Peter came home to see Mr. Tony Stark in his very own living room. "Aunt May, I'm ho–"

The two heads turned to see the suddenly out of breath teen. "Oh, hey! Mr. Stark was just telling me how you got accepted." Aunt May smiled.

"W...wha–how–um, hi." He breathed out.

Tony smiled effortlessly as he got up. "I was just talking to your Aunt May over here about your acceptance for your application into the Stark internship." He winked. "Can we talk privately in your room?"

"Ye...uh, sure. Course." They both went into his room and Tony closed the door, looking around the room.

"So your aunt seems nice." Tony said nonchalantly. "Really doesn't look like an aunt."

"Um, why are you here Mr. Stark? I never filled out an–"

"She's cute." He picked up a framed picture of you and Peter, you hugging him while you both smiled. Tony instantly recognized you as the other person he was going to recruit.

"Y–uh, I guess." The question was very flustering for Peter.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Woah! No, we're just friends. There's actually this other girl–"

Tony set the picture down and went on to his phone. "Okay, I'm bored with this story now." He then pulled up a video of a disguised man stop a car from crashing into a bus. "This you?"

"No! I don't know who that is."

"Yeah?" He looked up and got the broom that was against the wall, pushing one of the air vents out of the way and watching Peter's suit fall while tied to a rope. "Tell anybody about your powers?"

"No! Not even Aunt May, I promise. It's been a secret since I got them."

Tony nodded. "I'll cut to the point. I need you to come with me to Berlin. There's something you can help me with. Think of it as a mission. Are you up for it?" Peter only nodded his head. "Good, we got one more stop to make."

You got home to your apartment after stopping a robbery at a fast food restaurant. You took a shower and finished your homework fairly quickly. After backing some double brownie cookies for the weekend, you started pencil drawing to pass the time. That's when you heard a knock at the door. Your hair was still a bit damp as you curiously got up and answered the door. In front of your very eyes was the infamous Tony Stark.

"Woah." Was the first thing to drop out of your mouth. You wanted to slap yourself. You quietly said, "Hello."

You stuck out your hand for a hand shake, trying to make it as firm as you could while feeling nervous around the celebrity. As he shook it, you swallowed your nervousness down and remembered that everyone has flaws and he's just a regular person.

"Hi, can I come in?" You forced a smile and nodded, stepping aside as he came in and walked around your house. In all honesty, it was kind of making you uncomfortable how much observing he was doing. He noticed the same picture Peter had was hanged up on your wall. "Is this your boyfriend?"

You nervously laughed at the thought of that fantasy. "I wish." You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you, feeling that this was going to be fun to tease about over this mission. "But I've been friend zoned, so yeah." You quickly said. "Anyways, would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Got any sweets or something? I am kind of hungry." He didn't look at you and kept wandering around your apartment. You silently nodded and took out the container of cookies you just put in the cupboard. You made those for the Star Wars binge, but if you had to sacrifice some for Tony Stark, so be it. You opened it from the kitchen counter, and he took one while inspecting your kitchen. "Oh wow. These are good. Make them yourself?"

"Yeah actually. Thanks." He opened your finance drawer with your bills, newspaper coupons and food stamps. You quickly closed it. "Um, please don't look at that!"

He looked you in the eye for a second before nodding and looking at another picture of Peter and you, this time with you trying to cover your face from the selfie. "So, I've read your personal file."

He was so straight forward that you didn't know how to react. "Oh. Are you even allowed to do that?"

"I'm allowed to bend the rules a bit sometimes." You huffed in response. Rich people. "Emancipated at 15. That's a lot."

"Yeah, I guess. I'd like to think I've adjusted well." You put on a smile again.

He leaned against the kitchen counter. "You miss your mom?"

"Um, she needed to learn how to take care of herself before she could take care of anybody else. I'm okay with that." You rocked on your heals.

"That's very mature of you, but you didn't answer my question."

You really didn't know why you felt so open with him. Maybe it was all that internet stalking. Damn. But you weren't about to spill out your life to this man and scare him off. No matter how well you felt like you kind of knew him. "Mm, it's complicated."

"And what about your dad?"

You truthfully never really think about him. "What about him?"

"You don't want to meet him? Know anything about him?"

You let out a laugh. "The only thing I want to know about him is his address, so I could file for some child support."

Tony smirked, deciding that he liked you. "Can you even file for yourself."

You sighed. "Probably not. Sometimes the government can suck."

He nodded his head, his eyes averting to your room. Shit. "What're those?"

"Oh, um, you don't need to see that!" He walked a lot faster than you and went into your room. You silently cursed your small legs. "Wow. These are a lot of drawings. And there's a lot of Thor. Do we have a little crush on a certain God?"

"Maybe!" You blurted out, much to Tony's amusement.

There was a small desk over a bulletin board full of your drawings. You got the desk when you saw pieces of wood being thrown out of a Home Depot because of chips and scratches, and you volunteered to take it off their hands. You built it yourself, wobbly and uneven, and painted some of it with the paints Aunt May got you. It made you look like the help, but it was nothing compared to the drawings you had of the superheroes.

"So what if I do? I know a ton of people who have fake crushes on you!"

"And you're not one of them?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Should I be offended?"

You smiled, genuinely smiled, and shook your head. "People have fake crushes on unrealistically perfect people. Thor, Thor is unrealistically perfect. You have a ton of flaws but are essentially a good person at heart... With all respect."

"What makes you think I'm not just perfect?" He was truthfully interested in hearing your take on this.

"Because it takes a person with anxiety to know a person with anxiety." Tony uncomfortably shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"I've seen some bad stuff too, not as bad as you, but I know that memories creep up when things get too much to handle. You have a ton of things to handle. I've seen some interviews that get to you. Some things that people say. The rude reporters. Even though a lot of people say bad things about you, your company, and even your family, you still have it in you to fight for everyone. That's amazing. You're not unrealistically perfect, but you are realistically perfect to me."

He paused for a moment, absorbing what was said. "If you're not in love with me, then why do you take the time to know so much about me?"

"Because, while I don't think of you as the fake love of my life, I see you as someone I look up to."

"Believe me kid, you should look up to someone else." He tried to joke it off.

You shrugged. "I don't have anyone else." You felt embarrassed suddenly, looking down at your desk. You then smiled again and searched through your drawings, picking up one of Tony smiling. "Just think of me as your number one fan. You can have that."

"Huh." Was all he said as he looked at it.

"What? Not used to seeing yourself smile?" You giggled. "Anyways, why are you here?"

"Oh, right." He took out his phone, showing you a video of you suited up, stopping a moving car full of robbers until the police showed up.

You sighed. "Okay, you found me. What now?"

"You're not going to try and lie for your secret identity?" Tony smiled again.

"To Ironman?" You giggled again. "No."

"Well, there's a mission in Berlin I need you and the Spiderman's assistance for."

"Is that what he calls himself?"

"Yeah. You met him?" You shook your head, and Tony knew he was going to enjoy this. "Well, you're about to. Ready Spidergirl?"

"Um, shouldn't I pack or something?"

"No need. I got you provisions and clothes for a few days. Especially considering that's probably the only kind of things you have."

You clutched your baggy shirt. "Rude, but true."

"Okay then, stay here." He then left the apartment for a bit and came back with a nice looking shirt and ripped jeans. "I don't want people thinking I found a homeless girl off the side of the street."

"You're so mean." You breathed out a laugh. "Thank you though. I'll be out in a bit." You stepped out a minute later uncomfortably. "Ready?"

"Look at you, looking like a girl." He teased.

You laughed. "Who'd have known? Let's go."

"You ready to meet the Spiderman?" Tony asked as you both stepped down from the apartment complex.

"Should I be? I don't even know who that is." He winked at you before opening the door for you. You slid in the back seat and looked at a surprised Peter dead in the eye. "Holy shit!"

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katherinewilliams221b · 4 years

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DO the lightning round re: otp asks PLEASE 🙏 Just answer away whatever strikes your fancy, need me some Kate x Charlie content in my life 🖤

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

I did this so so fast I was craving some KatexCharlie content as well

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Kate but it's rare

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither

Who trashes the house? Neither

Do either of them get physical? Absolutely not

How often do they argue/disagree? Sometimes. Usually happens if they are already cranky or tired.

Who is the first to apologise? Charlie

Sex:

Who is on top? /Who is on the bottom? 50/50

Who has the strangest desires? Probably Charlie?

Any kinks? There's an occasional roleplaying which actually is not roleplaying because the dragontamer/healer is their actual life

Who’s dominant in bed? 50/50

Is head ever in the equation? It is in the equation

If so, who is better at performing it? Charlie is a 10/10

Ever had sex in public? No, they're too private for that.

Who moans the most? Kate

Who leaves the most marks? Kate. Charlie is just very biteable

Who screams the loudest? Screaming is not often involved

Who is the more experienced of the two? They're equally experienced but Kate and Rowan had a Bunheads moment back at Hogwarts when they did some book research.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Sex is a part of their lives but it doesn't revolve around it. They may 'fuck' occasionally but they try to make every time special and meaningful.

Rough or soft? Mostly soft

How long do they usually last? I think it depends on the mood?

Is protection used? Contraceptive spells used on both of them.

Does it ever get boring? They try not to

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A tower

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They do

If so, how many children do your muses want/have? 2 (current headcanon, might evolve into 3)

Who is the favorite parent? I mean Charlie has dragons that's always bonus points

Who is the authoritative parent? They both get a say in things but by any means they are strict.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? They both do but Charlie would allow it more often

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? They both do thinking the other doesn't know

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both whenever they can

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Is that a thing at Hogwarts? Probably Kate

Who changes the diapers? 50/50

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? 50/50

Who spends the most time with the children? Charlie, it's easier to leave them running around the reserve while at work. But they do try really hard to spend time with them as a family

Who packs their lunch boxes? Charlie

Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Kate

Who cleans up after the kids? Charlie cleans up after the kids and after Mom

Who worries the most? Kate

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Kate

Affection

Who likes to cuddle? Both

Who is the little spoon? Kate more often but Charlie loves it too

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? If Bill is present Charlie contains himself to avoid future teasing or mocking. Kate just doesn't care.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Kate

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depends

Who gives the most kisses? Probably Charlie

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Walking through forests paths, while Kate picks up herbs or flowers and they talk, or not.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? While living in Romania, there was a bench in their porch where they took the best naps. Just them and the light breeze of summer.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Kate but they do respect boundaries

How often do they get time to themselves? Not very often, that's why every time is special and they try to enjoy every minute

Sleeping:

Who snores? Charlie

If both do, who snores the loudest?

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Kate ends up as far as possible in summer. The man is an actual furnace.

Who talks in their sleep? Kate

What do they wear to bed? Charlie underwear and Kate a shirt. Full pj's in winter.

Are either of your muses insomniacs? Kate can be

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Charlie does and Kate reciprocates until she suffocates.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Kate

Who wakes up first? Charlie

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Charlie

What is their favourite sleeping position? Kate sprawled on her back and Charlie with an arm around her

Who hogs the sheets? Kate

Do they set an alarm each night? Kate does. Charlie doesn't need it.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? They own one in their second house and they move it from the living room to the bedroom sometimes

Who has nightmares? Kate often and both after the war

Who has ridiculous dreams? Kate and she remembers most of them.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Kate

Who makes the bed? Kate (but waving the wand?)

What time is bed time? In this house you go to sleep when you are tired

Any routines/rituals before bed? They do like to brush their teeth together whether they go to sleep at the same time or not.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Kate

Work:

Who is the busiest? They are both workaholics dummies

Who rakes in the highest income? Kate but later on Charlie's books bring some extra galleons too. And he does an (in Kate's eyes) unhealthy amount of extra hours.

Are any of your muses unemployed?They've both been at some point.

Who takes the most sick days? Neither

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?Kate, she never has, but sleeping in is a tempting idea

Who sucks up to their boss?neither

What are their jobs? Kate is a healer/mediwizard and you know who dragonboi is

Who stresses the most? Kate

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They are really lucky to adore their jobs

Are your muses financially stable? They had their ups and downs

Home

Who does the washing? A spell courtesy of Molly W

Who takes out the trash? If Charlie didn't do it in the morning, Kate does it at night

Who does the ironing? I don't think they even know what an iron is. I need to consult with Mr. W

Who does the cooking? Charlie and you bet he owns an apron with a dragon wearing a chef’s hat

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Kate

Who is messier? Kate

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Charlie

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Charlie

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither

Who is the prankster around the house? Charlie, although Kate always gets her revenge

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? It is likely for Kate to forget where she left something

Who mows the lawn? Charlie would enjoy doing so

Who answers the telephone? Both. It's fascinating

Who does the vacuuming? This spell brought by...Molly W

Who does the groceries? The one who is able to do it first, but they do enjoy some couple-time and go together if possible

Who takes the longest to shower? Kate

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Kate

Misc:

Is money a problem? It is at first but later on it gets stable.

How many cars do they own? 0

Do they own their home or do they rent? Charlie lived alone in a cabin in Romania partially covered by the reserve and Kate joined him later. After the war, they manage to buy their first house in Scotland.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Countryside

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yes they do

What’s their song? Your Song by Elton John (bonus hc: Elton John is a Slytherin)

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Suffer

Where did they first meet? At Hogwarts

How did they first meet? CoMC class

Who spends the most money when out shopping? They're not big money-wasting people

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Charlie

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both.

Any mental issues? Heavy PTS after the war

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither

Who kills the spiders around the house? Kate out of instinct but she knows it bothers Charlie

Their favourite place? The rooftop of their house where they can lay together and watch the sky

Who pays the bills? 50/50

Do they have any fears for their future? Many, but they do what they always do: face them together.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Charlie

Who uses up all of the hot water? Kate

Who’s the tallest? Charlie might be slightly taller, but they're pretty much the same height. Heis bulky so he looks big, compared to her, though

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Kate

Who wanders around in their underwear? Both but it's more likely that Charlie stays in his underwear all day

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Kate

What do they tease each other about? Her messy-and-always-tangled hair, his dragon slippers, her being a plant nerd...on and on..and of course they adore every single thing

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Charlie

Do they have mutual friends? Of course! You know them. But some of his dragonologist friends like Kate as well.

Who crushed first? Kate

Any alcohol or substance related problems? No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Charlie

Who swears the most? Kate

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sazanes · 4 years

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OTP Ask Game with Hayden Young and Selina Park

Thank you @sewellnathaniel this is very incredible, I hope you like it. I loved your OTP with Hayden and Amara. If someone want to answer too, the questions are here.

@haydenyoungappreciationweek

Disagreements:

Who's most likely to raise their voice?

Hayden and Selina are very calm. But if Hayden sees an injustice he can raise his voice to seek justice.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Hayden. Sometimes Selina takes a long time drawing the pages of the children's books she illustrates. And Hayden wants to spend time with her, but he has to wait for her to finish. Then he will threaten to leave the room, but in the end he will stay with Selina until she finishes. He likes to watch her draw.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither.

Who trashes the house?

neither. Both are organized.

How often do they disagree / argue?

Very rarely. For silly reasons, such as: separating clothes for washing, washing dishes and answering the bell.

Who apologizes first?

They don't get to fight, so they make up pretty quickly.

Sex:

Who is on top / bottom? both

Who has the strangest desires?

none. they are always in tune with each other

Who is dominant in bed?

both

Is head ever in the question?

If so, who is better at performing it?

Ever had sex in public?

Who is more experienced of the two?

has the same level

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’

make love

How long do they usually last?

a long time, they like to be together.

Rough or soft?

soft

Is protection used?

Does it get boring?

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

in the streets of Paris, under the bridge.

Where did they not have sex?

in public

Does it ever get boring?

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children / or have children?

Hayden does, but Selina doesn't know yet.

If so how many?

at least two.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle?

both. They love to feel the warmth and smell of each other.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate places?

Selina. And Hayden will look for a hidden place, then they both can do funny things.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Never. the two invented several positions, to always be close to each other.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity?

Selina loves to comb hayden's hair, and he loves it when she messes with his hair. And Hayden likes to sleep smelling Selina's hair.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle?

bed.

SLEEPING

Who snores?

Hayden when he is very tired.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

they like to share a bed, they still live in separate apartments, but one lives in the other’s house all the time.

What do they wear to bed?

Both have unicorn pajamas.

Are either of them insomniacs?

Do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

cozy up together

Can sleeping pills be found by the bed?

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

like to hold each other

Who wakes up with bed hair?

Selina.

Who wakes up first?

Hayden.he loves to feel the morning air and see Selina sleeping

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Hayden, he loves to do romantic things

What is their favorite sleeping position?

holding each other with Hayden smelling Selina's hair

Do they set an alarm each night?

Who has nightmares?

Selina, still remembers the bad things Eros did.

Can a television be found in their room?

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Hayden. His dreams are very creative.

Who sprawls our and takes up most of the bed?

neither.

Who makes the bed?

Both

What time is bedtime?

usually two hours after dinner.

Nighttime rituals?

be grateful for the day that passed and the good night kiss is sacred.

Who is the grumpiest when they wake up?

Selina, but Hayden always makes her smile.

WORK

Who is the busiest?

Hayden. he travels a lot because of his work as a travel photographer

What are their jobs?

Hayden is travel photographer and Selina children's book illustrator

Who takes in the highest income?

Hayden

Are any of them unemployed?

Who takes the most sick days?

none

Who sucks up to their boss?

none

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

none

Who stresses the most?

none

Do they enjoy their occupations?

yes. Hayden is getting to know the world and new cultures, that makes him discover himself and the world more and more. Selina loves drawing cute and colorful images to fuel children's imaginations

HOME

Who does the washing?

It's a fight, but the two end up sharing.

Who takes out the trash?

Hayden, Selina promises to wash the dishes if he takes out the trash.

Who does the ironing?

neither.

Who does the cooking?

hayden, Selina doesn't know how to cook

Who’s more likely to burn the house down while trying?

Selina.

Who is messier?

they are organized

Who leaves dirty clothes on the floor?

neither.

Who leaves the toilet paper roll empty?

neither

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Selina, she forgets where she puts things sometimes.

Who answers the telephone?

neither

Who mows the lawn?

they live in an apartment for now

Who does the vacuuming?

both

Who does groceries?

both

Who takes the longest to shower?

Hayden, he loves to sing in the bathtub.

Who spends the longest in the bathroom?

Hayden, fixing his hair.

MISC.

Is money a problem?

How many cars do they own?

none

What’s their song?

Keane - Something in me was dying

Do they live in the city or the country?

city but will move to Cedar Rest after the wedding

Do they own their home or rent?

rent an apartment, go buy they own a house.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Yes.they love to explore the city together.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

they talk on video calls all night, when Hayden is traveling.

Where did they meet for the first time?

Selina house. it was a magical night.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

neither

Who’s most likely to flash their assets?

neither

Any mental health issues?

Who finds it most amusing when the other trips over?

Hayden, but he always rescues Selina.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Selina, Hayden always saved her from these terrible monsters.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Hayden.

Do they have any fears for the future?

No.

Their favorite place?

under any tree, so they can sit and spend time together, just looking at the sky.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Hayden, he always finds new restaurants, they are like first dates, where they talk all night.

Who pays the bills?

both

Who’s the tallest?

Hayden

Who’s most likely to randomly hop in the shower w the other?

Hayden, he loves to scare Selina.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Hayden, but only when he and Selina are alone.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Hayden, he sings really well.

What do they tease each other about?

Hayden teases Selina because she can't cook. And Selina teases Hayden, saying his hair is messy.

Who’s more likely to cringe at the others fashion sense?

none

Who crushed first?

Selina, and seconds later Hayden

Any alcohol or substance problems?

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3 am?

none

Who swears most?

none

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morrisondauthor · 5 years

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“Behind the Platform”

I remember a time when I enjoyed doing a photoshoot with Jamal. We’d smile and have fun while the photographer snapped shots of us and the mood would be so genuine. After the photoshoot, we’d go back home and have sex like two wild animals. Hell, there were times where we couldn’t even make it home and we’d have to get it on in the back of his Chevrolet Tahoe. I truly missed those moments. Now, five years into our relationship, I constantly found myself wondering if being with him was still worth it.

“Turn your head toward me,” the photographer directed as he got in position to take another shot.

I turned my head towards him while facing the wall and he snapped a few shots of me. When I looked up and saw the way Jamal was watching me from across the room, a shiver ran up my spine. I could tell he was still angry because of the argument we had the night before. He hadn’t said a word to me that morning but every time he stared at me; I could feel his anger. When the time came for him to join me, he finally spoke to me.

“I wanna do a separate shoot, Corey,” he told me as he took his shirt off. “I’m not really in the mood to do that lame ass couple shit.”

“Lame ass couple shit?” I asked. “You really are on some other shit today. We’re supposed to send in solo pics and pics of us together. They’re not gonna pick us for the ad if we don’t.”

“So?”

“Jamal…”

“Can you go the fuck on already? You’re done.”

“This little pissy attitude of yours is really getting old. I can’t believe you’re this mad because I used the last bit of laundry detergent last night. It is not that damn serious. All you had to do was take your ass down to the store and buy some more.”

Me (Corey McMillan)

“It ain’t even about that.”

“Oh, what the fuck ever, Jamal. I’ve had it with you picking petty shit to argue with me over. And I’m tired of defending your stank ass attitude whenever my friends are visiting.”

“Fuck your bitch ass friends. All they do is talk shit and eat my food and junk up my apartment.”

“Your apartment?!”

“Yes! I pay most of the bills up in that mothafucka! You’ve had it with me, huh? I’ve been had it with your sorry ass! Now get the fuck out my way!” He pushed me out of the way so that he could begin his session with the photographer.

Jamal Grant

Everyone working around the room was staring at me and I was so embarrassed. It was the first time we’d had an argument in front of strangers. The fact that he could talk to me like that in public had me on the verge of crying. It’s one thing to talk to me like that when we were at home, but it’s another to do it while we were at a photoshoot to promote our brand. It was like professionalism meant nothing to him anymore. I was beginning to believe nothing, including me, meant anything to him anymore.

My relationship with Jamal began during our senior year of high school. We’d known each other since ninth grade but it wasn’t until our last year at Braxton-Jacobs High that we noticed each other. Things moved very fast between us and after we graduated, he came out to his parents. They didn’t accept him and threw him out of their home. My parents wouldn’t let him come live with us so I turned down the chance to go to a local university and left with Jamal. He had a cousin living in Los Angeles so we traveled all the way to the other side of the country. While living with his cousin, we began vlogging on YouTube and that was the beginning of it all.

Our YouTube channel, JCGrantENT, grew into a pretty big business venture for us. We got all kinds of endorsements and had millions of subscribers as well as large followings on several social media accounts. The thing I loved about it the most was that we had a platform to promote being black and gay in America. We had a voice and influence in things that mattered and no price could be put on something that valuable. It was so sad that after building such a platform, we’d reduced ourselves to pretending to still be happy. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time we actually were happy.

“Don’t forget the damn detergent,” he snapped at me as I was getting out of his Tahoe at the grocery store. He handed me the debit card in a rude manner without even looking at me.

I snatched the card from him and asked, “Do you want anything else?”

“We’re low on Red Bull and get me some Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.”

I slammed the door and headed into the store. After putting the laundry detergent, Red Bull and a box of Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its in the shopping cart, I headed over to the restrooms because I had to pee. I left the shopping cart by the water fountain and hurried into the men’s room. When I got in there and saw my fitness trainer Kevonte taking a selfie, I called out, “Hey, Kevonte.”

He looked at me and smiled as he said, “Wassup, Corey.”

Kevonte

“Wow, this is my first time seeing you outside of the gym.”

“Yeah, I know. How are you?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Same. I’m supposed to be picking up a few things but thought I’d come in here and take a pic for the Gram since I’m in a mood.”

I laughed and said, “I feel you.”

“See you around.”

“Alright, later.” After I watched him leave, I went over to a urinal and relieved myself. I then washed my hands and when I headed out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Kevonte standing by my cart. “I thought you were going to pick up the items you needed?”

“I am but I was hoping we could talk while I did that. I see you already got your stuff.”

“I still gotta get some bananas.” I began pushing the cart and he walked alongside me. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, you haven’t been at the gym in a couple of weeks. Everything alright with you?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.”

“Are you and your dude still having problems?”

“Um…not really.”

“That’s good. I don’t see how anybody could be mad at you for a long time anyway.”

I blushed and rolled my eyes as we made it to the produce section. I grabbed two bunches of bananas and put them in the shopping cart before asking him, “Will you be working with anyone else tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’m free tomorrow. You wanna get in a good workout?”

“I sure do.”

“Cool, I’ll think of some good routines to put together for you. I hope you’re ready to put in some work. You know how intense I like to get with it.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You know what?” Jamal asked, popping up out of nowhere.

“Baby, what are you doing in here?” I asked. “I got everything and I’m about to go to the register.”

He put his finger in Kevonte’s face and asked, “Who the fuck is this nigga?”

“Whoa, get your finger out my face, bruh,” Kevonte said as he pushed Jamal’s hand away.

“I know you didn’t just put your hands on me!”

“Jamal, stop!”

“You might be taller than me but I will fuck you up, my nigga.”

“Jamal!”

Kevonte took off his backpack and told me, “You better get your lil’ man, Corey. Because I ain’t the one.”

“I ain’t the one either, nigga! What the fuck is good?”

I put the shopping cart in between them and pushed Jamal back while telling him, “You are making yourself look so fucking stupid! Kevonte is my gym trainer!”

“I heard what y’all were just talking about. He said something about doing routines and getting intense. Corey, if you’re fuckin’ this nigga I swear…”

“My dude, I got a girlfriend,” Kevonte snapped. “I am straight. You really need to chill.” He gave me a look and asked, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Man, you need to fuckin’ walk away,” Jamal said to him. “Asking my boyfriend if he’s gonna be okay. I’m really about to lay hands on your bitch ass!”

“I’ll be fine,” I told Kevonte. “I’m really sorry about this.”

He gave Jamal a look and Jamal stared back at him until he began to walk away. Once he was gone, Jamal looked at me and said, “Go pay for this shit and then bring your dumb ass outside. Had me out in the car waiting forever on your ass!”

He continued to talk out loud as he walked away from me and everyone near me stared. For the second time that day, I felt so embarrassed. I paid for our items and as I walked back out to his truck, I prayed that he would just drop it and go back to not saying anything to me. I was so afraid of one of us saying something that we couldn’t take back. We were halfway home when he decided to break his silence.

“Did he fuck you?” he asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

“I’m not even answering that,” I replied. “Because you’re not going to believe anything I say anyway.”

“Corey, just be honest with me. Has he ever fucked you or did you give him head or anything?”

“Jamal, he is straight.”

“But you’re attracted to him, right?”

“No!”

“You never mentioned that nigga to me.”

“Because we never talk like that anymore. I try to tell you things and you just tune me out. Jamal, I’m really fed up today. Just leave me alone.”

“You’re fed up? I’m tired of your bullshit, too. I’m tired of your friends always coming over and I’m tired of your bitching! Now, you got some nigga about to fight me up in the damn grocery store!”

“Oh my God! You’re the one who came in trippin’ when I told you he’s just my gym trainer!”

“A gym trainer you never told me about! Is he really even a gym trainer?” He stopped at a red light and waited for me to say something but when I didn’t, he shook his head and said, “You know what, fuck you.”

The moment he said that to me, I realized that he wasn’t the same Jamal Grant that I fell in love with back in high school. That person simply did not exist anymore. The way he said it was so blasé as if he just didn’t care how I would take it. On the rest of the ride home, I didn’t say another word to him. I was so upset that I felt like crying but I kept it all inside. We made it home and I hopped out of his truck and hurried inside our apartment building. I went up to our apartment and into the kitchen and made myself a glass of ice water. When he came in with the grocery bags, something just snapped inside me.

“You need to pack some of your stuff and leave for a day or two,” I told him.

He looked at me and responded, “I pay half the rent in here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re the one with the problem so you should remove yourself from the situation, Jamal. I’m not going to sit here and allow you to talk to me that way. I am an adult just like you are and that means we discuss things in a civil manner. I understand you’re jealous…”

“Jealous?” He smirked and said, “I ain’t jealous of any damn thing. That overgrown ass nigga ain’t shit for me to be jealous over.”

“You pose for pictures and laugh it up with so many other guys yet you can’t stand for me to have a conversation with my gym trainer in a grocery store? You are so wrong. And then you have the audacity to talk to me like some random guy off the streets.”

“Corey…”

“Pack some of your shit right now and go stay with one of your friends. Do you need me to call one of them and ask if it’s okay?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Corey. You might as well get over yourself.” He placed the grocery bags and detergent on the counter before telling me, “Put that stuff up. I gotta go take a piss.”

He left the kitchen and ran upstairs and after I took the few groceries out of the bag and put them away, I went upstairs and into our bathroom. He was at the sink washing his hands so when he looked up into the mirror and saw me standing there, I told him, “I can pack some stuff for you.”

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not either. You’re not getting me out of here so you can bring that punk bitch up in here and you’re not going to go stay with him.”

“See, this is why I don’t tell your insecure ass anything.”

“I’m insecure now?”

“You’ve always been insecure. But I make excuses for your insecurities and I have to stop doing that.”

He laughed a little and asked, “You really are on some shit today, aren’t you?”

“I’m not the one acting like a child today. I’m serious, Jamal. I want you to leave.”

“You say that now and then like thirty minutes later you’re gonna want to do a prank video for YouTube.”

“I guess I’m going to have to prove how serious I am.”

I left the bathroom and went into our bedroom. I pulled one of his luggage bags from his side of our closet and opened it on the floor. When I began snatching some of his clothes down and dropping them into the bag, he pushed me deeper into the closet and shouted, “Don’t touch my fucking clothes! See, there you go playing and shit!”

“I’m not playing with you, Jamal! Get your shit and get the fuck out!”

I stood there and waited for him to pull some of his own clothes down but when he didn’t, I bent down and grabbed a pair of his shoes. He knocked them out of my hand and when I tried to get him out of my way, he punched me. And it wasn’t a light punch or a little smack; he punched me in my mouth with his fist closed as hard as he could. Immediately, the look on his face changed and tears filled his eyes. I was in shock for about a second but the moment I tasted blood; I went crazy on him. I lost count of how many times I hit him back. I kneed him in the balls and when he went down, I ran out of that closet as fast as I could. He was right behind me though and almost caught me as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he said through sobs as he knocked on the door. “Corey, please open the door. I swear to God I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Fuck you, Jamal!” I shouted. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how busted my lip was. I began crying as I screamed, “You motherfucker!”

“Oh my God, baby. I fucked up. I didn’t mean to do that shit. Come out here and hit me as hard as you want to and I promise I won’t do that shit again. Baby, please!”

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone but realized it wasn’t there. I’d left it downstairs on the kitchen counter. As angry as I was with him, I was angrier with myself. I let it get to that point instead of calling one of my friends or his friends to help diffuse our argument or help one of us leave the apartment before it went too far. Still, he crossed a line when he punched me. I just never expected him to ever do something like that to me.

“Corey, please just come out and let me know you’re alright. Don’t go silent on me, baby. I love you so much and you know I would never do some shit like that to you on purpose. I just…I got so mad. It’s all my fault and I promise you I will make it up to you somehow.”

“You can’t.”

“What? What did you say, baby?”

“I said you can’t, Jamal. You can’t make this up to me and you…” I got choked up but continued, “I really need you to go for a walk or a drive right now.”

“I’ll do anything. How long do you want me to go?”

“Go away for two hours. I need like two hours.”

“And you’ll be here when I get back?”

I almost broke down as I lied, “Yeah. I’ll be here, baby.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go downstairs and get some ice for my eye and then I’m gonna go for a drive. I love you, Corey. I love you.”

He waited for me to say it back but after a little while, he gave up and I heard him go downstairs. I listened closely as he moved around in the kitchen and when I heard the front door open and close, I unlocked the door and left the bathroom. I went downstairs and made sure he was gone before I ran back upstairs and packed some clothes and essential items I’d need. I randomly chose a friend in my phone and called to ask if I could stay with her for a little while. She told me I could and I caught a Lyft to her place. That night, I sent a long text to Jamal telling him that we were over and that I’d be back to get my things soon. I then blocked him before he could respond to the text.

“Those boxes are going to storage,” I told the movers as I pointed to the boxes. “Please be careful with them.”

“Yes, sir,” said one of the movers.

“You don’t have to put some of your stuff in storage, Corey,” my friend Nick said to me. “I have enough room for it.”

“Nope. I am only staying with you and Darnell until I can save up enough money to get my own place. That shouldn’t take me long. I’ve already withdrawn my half of the money from me and Jamal’s joint account so it won’t take much added to it to have enough to get my own place.”

“I still can’t believe it’s over between you two. I mean; damn, y’all were together before you even moved out here from back east.”

“I’d been having doubts, Nick. We’d been arguing more and more and when he did what he did…I just didn’t have any option other than this.”

“You’re stronger than me. If Darnell ever hit me, I’d still stay with him with my low self-esteem ass.”

I laughed a little and said, “Darnell would never hit you though. He has too much respect for you to ever do that.”

“Unlike me, huh?” Jamal asked as he entered the apartment.

“You told me you weren’t going to be here, Jamal. I’m calling the police.”

“Baby, wait. I’m not here to hurt you. I just needed to see you in person. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It’s only been two weeks.”

“That is an eternity when it means being away from you. Please, I really need to say some things to you that I probably won’t get to say after you leave this apartment. Can we have a moment alone?”

“Nope, whatever you have to say will have to be said in front of Nick and these movers walking around in here.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He moved closer to me and looked into my eyes as he began, “Corey, I apologize for putting my hands on you. I honestly don’t know what got into me and I have already signed up for counseling. We can put JCGrantENT on pause while we work through this. I can sleep down here on the sofa. I won’t go to any parties or hang out with my boys and I’ll do anything you need me to do. You are my everything, Corey.”

“Are you done?”

Tears rushed to his eyes as he pleaded, “Baby, please take some time to think about this. You know you’re all I have. You were there when my family threw me out. I don’t have anybody else and you know that. Now, I take full responsibility for everything. I know I have work to do and I am going to do it and I know one day I’ll be the man you fell in love with again.” He waited for me to say something but I just looked at him. As if I’d just punched him in his chest, he began breathing heavily as his tears rolled down his face. He placed his hand on his chest and managed to say, “You’re looking at me like this is the last time we’re going to see each other.”

“That’s because it probably is. I have spent the last two weeks trying to come up with a reason to stay with you and…it shouldn’t be that hard. I love you; I know that much. I miss the way things were between us. But baby, there is a disconnection between us and it happened when we were in your truck that day and you told me, ‘fuck you.’ For those words to even leave your mouth the way they did was enough for me to know you lost whatever amount of respect you had left for me. It was that lack of respect that told you it was okay to punch me in my mouth.”

“But Corey…”

“No.” I tried to fight back my tears but once again, the tears won. They streamed down my face as I stared into his eyes and told him, “I would rather be alone than give you another chance. You’re simply not worth it. And I’m not saying that to break you, I’m saying it because it’s the truth and I’ve always kept it real with you. I left my family to move out here and start this life with you. That was your chance, Jamal! That was the opportunity I gave you! It was the only one I was ever willing to give you.”

“What about our platform? Huh? What about the young black gay men who look up to us? We work for foundations that raise money for all kinds of causes. This relationship is bigger than just us, Corey.”

“We’ve been lying to all of our fans and everyone else for a while now. We pretend to be happy for social media and I can’t even remember the last time I actually laughed with you or did a damn prank video that was real and not staged! It’s time for some honesty.”

“And what about our future? We were supposed to get married and you were gonna change your name to Corey McMillan-Grant and…”

“It’s over, Jamal. It’s really over. I think it’s good that you’re going to talk to a counselor and I wish you well, but I love and respect myself too much to be someone’s mental and physical punching bag. It doesn’t matter that you believe you’ll never do it again. The only way to make sure it never happens again is for me to leave you and that’s what I’m doing.”

I was still very angry with him but I felt his pain so I didn’t want to make it worse for him. I gave him a hug and I kissed his cheek and that was what broke him. I honestly did it to comfort him before I left but he took it another way and he cried harder than I’d ever seen him cry before. He went upstairs to the bedroom we used to share and I could still hear him crying as I made sure all of my belongings had been moved from the living room to the moving truck. I actually felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders as I rode away from the building in Nick’s car.

That night, I posted videos on each account we used to let our followers know that JCGrantENT was over and that I was sorry for not being able to provide a positive example for those who looked to us for guidance, comfort and even a safe place to share their thoughts and stories. I thanked them for their support and I was very careful not to go into detail about what happened because I did not want to hurt any future business opportunities for Jamal. After saying everything I needed to say, I called it a night and climbed into bed in Nick and Darnell’s guest room.

I was just about to drift off to sleep when my phone vibrated. I unlocked it to see it was because I’d gotten a notification from Instagram. One of my closest friends from home had posted a pic of me and Jamal from our senior prom night and had tagged me in it. I laughed a little to myself as I said quietly, “End of an era.”

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

#D.A. Morrison #short story #drama #love #YouTube #social media #social media famous #mistakes #arguments #fights #violence #domestic violence #break-up #breakup #walking away #black lgbt #lgbt fiction #fiction #tw

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averagemarvelbitch · 4 years

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Sneak peak for my Stony oneshot

Summary: Steve and Tony have been married for years. Tony gave up everything (his wealth, his family, his future as Stark Industries’ CEO) to be with Steve. Steve and Tony have no money, crappy jobs and a lot of bills. Steve and Tony live in a small, horrible apartment. Steve starts to think that maybe Tony would have been better off if they had never gotten together. Steve makes a wish.

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The ceiling was leaking again, this time right on the bed. It must have been leaking for a long time, considering the huge puddle that now covered the once dry mattress. Steve sighed, looking at it from the door. He was tired. He had just arrived from work, after a whole day of cleaning bathrooms and the most disgusting messes because, apparently, people were incapable of behaving like normal, hygienic human beings when they knew there was someone out there to clean up after them. In short, it had been a terrible day; he was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and the thought of sleeping on their crappy couch just made everything that much worse.

In the end, he decided to not bother at all with the mattress and just fix himself and Tony some dinner before the latter got home. He dragged himself to the kitchen, feeling not at all in the mood for cooking. Maybe something simple would do, like pasta or an omelette. Tony liked having breakfast food for dinner, so at least one of them would be happy. He opened the fridge and immediately frowned. No eggs, no milk… no nothing, actually. Hadn’t they just bought food a few days ago? How was it already gone? He closed the fridge and started rummaging through the cupboards. Still, he found nothing. Well, to be fair, he did find a package of instant noodles that was way out of its expiration date. Great, he thought angrily to himself, throwing the package in the sink with more force than necessary, no dinner tonight, I guess. Tony wouldn’t mind at all, of course. He never did. How many times had they gone without food, going to bed on empty stomachs? Tony had never complained once… and it drove Steve insane.

He knew he should be thankful that his husband was so understanding of their current situation. He should be thankful for a lot of things, but he just couldn’t. Every time something like this happened - when they couldn’t afford food, or heat, or rent -, something ugly just twisted inside of him, like a snake. He deserves better than this, he would tell himself as he watched Tony shiver from the cold, with a smile in his lips like it wasn’t a big deal at all. I was supposed to give him a good life, he’d scream inside his own head as his husband ate some crappy meal as if it was the best thing in the whole world. Steve knew these things shouldn’t bother, but by God, they did. It bothered him to no end that Tony didn’t seem to mind their situation at all. Tony, who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth; who could have anything and everything he could ever want; who could be the most powerful and wealthy man in the world right now if he just hadn’t married Steve, a wannabe artist whose biggest masterpiece was a sparkly clean bathroom. Tony deserved better and Steve… Steve just wasn’t it.

“Honey, I’m home��, he heard the voice call from the other room and instantly smiled.

“In the kitchen”, he replied, closing the cupboards with yet another sigh. He knew exactly what was going to happen now… He would tell Tony they had no food and his husband would smile and just pretend everything was okay. Just pretend that Steve wasn’t a failure.

“Hey, you!” Tony greeted him with a kiss, putting two big bags on the table.

“What are these?”

“Chinese! I fixed this huge issue with the security system today and they gave me a huge bonus for it. I thought about getting groceries, but I know you’ve been craving dumplings for months, so… yay!” the smaller man replied, all at once, smiling like a child on Christmas.

Steve gulped and forced a smile himself, nodding. “Thank you”.

“You’re very welcome, husband”, he said, pecking Steve on the lips, not noticing Steve’s discomfort at all, “Don’t worry, though, I’ll get us groceries tomorrow”.

“The bed is wet”, Steve blurted out, “Stupid ceiling is leaking again”.

Tony snorted, shaking his head. He was about to reply, but stopped, then smiled at Steve, mischievously.

“I have an idea. Get the plates and the food, meet me at the living room”.

He left in a hurry, leaving a very confused Steve behind. He did as he was told, picking plates, glasses and cutlery, and taking them precariously in his arms, along with the food, to the living room.

He stopped dead on the door, watching as his husband put the finishing touches to what appeared to be an improvised tent.

“What do you think?” Tony asked, presenting his ‘surprise’ with a look of extreme glee.

“We’re camping?”

“Might as well, I mean… There’s rain and everything”, he explained, pointing to the bucket nearby, filled with water, “so it’s like the outside, but less bugs, so… you know… all the awesome, none of the gross”.

Steve couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“You’re a crazy person”.

“Yeah, but I’m your crazy person… forever”, he whispered the last part, pointing at his ring on his finger.

Steve chuckled and settled down inside the tent. They ate their food while talking about their day and what they would be able to buy the next day, at the grocery store. Tony was especially excited about buying some chocolate, something he dearly missed. Steve’s heart broke a little with this, but he tried very hard not to show it. They talked and talked until Tony, unable to keep his eyes open any longer, drifted off to sleep on the hard floor, his head resting securely on Steve’s chest. He ran his fingers through his husband’s hair, staring fixedly at a random point. The guilt and the sorrow continued to eat him up from the inside and, not for the first time, tears filled his eyes as he turned them to his husband’s sleeping form. You deserve so much more than this, he thought to himself, blinking as the tears streamed down his face, you deserve so much more than a cold floor to sleep in and an empty fridge.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I wish we had never met, was his final thought before his mind finally quieted and sleep took him.

#stony #stevetony #superhusband

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bagels-and-seagulls · 5 years

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does badboy Matteo paint his nails? (for some reason I’ve been imagining him with black nails every time I read your hcs)

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, just like his appearance in general beyond the nails thing, and i have some ideas but i feel like it’s split between bb!matteo with bb!david and bb! with hj!david. so here are both!

bad boy matteo and bad boy david

-matteo once had an occasional client that was a piercing apprentice at a tattoo shop that couldn’t always front the bill for adderall pills that matteo sold her for half the price of her doctor’s office, so sometimes she would front the bill by offering a piercing and a drink to matteo with a smile that said she knew she was pushing her luck. matteo ends up getting an orbital piercing when he’s just a little bit drunk, two helixes in his other ear when he’s cross-faded, and the left side of his nose pierced when he’s black out. he wakes up the next morning each time with a piece of paper neatly folded into his pocket of the jacket he’s still wearing about how to take care of each one of them, and he keeps up with it fairly well, all things considered. he puts a silver hoop in his nose, and hans is the only that says anything about it, calls it cute and pinches his cheek like he was a baby.

-the boys, after their first year at university, feeling a little bit nostalgic and a little bit melancholic for something that they couldn’t quite put their fingers on, all decide to get matching tattoos with a sudden burst of confidence and boldness. then they figure out how much good tattoos actually cost and end up looking up how to do stick and poke tattoos while in the bathroom of hanna’s new apartment after smoking a bowl like they were still all seventeen and knew what they were doing. they end up as garbled messes that no one can really make sense of, and no one agrees on what they’re supposed to be. jonas says it was a blunt, because that’s how they all became friends, and carlos always buts in to say that it was a beer bottle. abdi is confident that what he drew was a lion’s head, and that just confuses everyone, because why would they decide to get a lion’s head together? and matteo, well, he was really along for the ride anyways. now he just has a black mess on the the soft spot of his ankle that has a semi-funny story to go along with it.

-hans would cut matteo’s hair for him for the low price of one dinner hand-made by matteo himself, and it’s nice because keeping up with an undercut takes a diligence that matteo did not realize the first time he let some girl shave the back of his head at some party ages ago. after a while, hans gets crafty with it and can cut little designs into it made with geometric lines.

-one day, matteo and david are in bed, and david is running his fingers through david’s hair. it’s getting long back here, david says, not meaning anything by it really, just wanting to say something because the way matteo was looking at him like he was something to be admired and hung up in a museum was making him a little overwhelmed. and matteo purses his lips up, like he has something to say but thinks better of it at the last second. what? david asks, with his interest peaked. you wanna do it? matteo asks, and david agrees easily enough because it can’t be that hard.

-having matteo sit on the floor in the bathroom in front of him while he cards his fingers over his scalp to brush off tuffs of hair feels like a religious experience every time.

-david learns that hans can do designs with the razor and makes it a personal mission to be better at it for some reason. matteo doesn’t really care, doesn’t see the point of the effort when it’s just going to grow out in a couple weeks anyways, but he likes the way that david’s fingers feel gentle around his ears and on his neck. so he sits quietly for as long as david wants him to.

-matteo colors his nails in with markers and pens and sometimes pencils when he’s in class because the teacher drones on sometimes, and drawing tiny little trees on his thumbnail seems far more exciting at the moment. one day when he’s at david’s apartment, poking around the living room while david is on the phone with laura, talking about what they had in the fridge for groceries, matteo finds a bottle of black nail polish that matteo picks up to spin around in his hands, and the urge to open it and use it on his thumbnail is so strong, that he ends up doing it without even realizing. are you going to do the rest of them? david asks from the doorway, and matteo looks up like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. sorry, he says and goes to put it down because he always had a problem with touching things that weren’t his. no, no, it’s okay, david says quickly. you can do the rest if you want. laura won’t mind. i probably use the black more than she does. and matteo stares down at the bottle and then looks up to david and sees that he’s serious, that he doesn’t care if matteo wants to do this or not. i don’t think i would be very good at it, matteo says, and david smiles and walks in the room and says, i can help.

-matteo starts painting his nails off and on, without any conviction either way. he does it when he thinks about it and the option is there, and let’s it peel off and flake away completely before he does it again. david buys him his own bottle of jet black and puts it on his desk without him even noticing.

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-matteo has unruly and floppy hair that mia cuts for him once a month when he remembers to ask her. she doesn’t do anything too special, and he doesn’t ask for anything more complicated than off his neck and shorter around his ears. she always smiles at him when she’s done and ruffles his hair to get the last couple of strands out, and he smiles back and tells her that he’ll buy her a round the next time they’re out together.

-it’s getting kind of long, isn’t it? david asks one night when matteo is over, and he’s tried to push his hair out of his face at least six times since he started doing his homework. david tugs on one of the strands that fell in between matteo’s eyes, and matteo bats him away. mia’s been busy. i didn’t want to bother her, he says and goes back to his book, pushing the hair back like it’s muscle memory. i could ask laura if you want. she cuts some of her friends’ hair sometimes, david hums, and cards his fingers through the the hair at the back of matteo’s neck. i don’t want to bother, matteo says again, and david says that it’s nonsense and rolls out of bed right then to go and see what laura is doing. matteo trails after him and says that it isn’t a big deal, but his whispers are stopped short when they’re standing in front of laura on the couch, scrolling through her phone. would you mind cutting teo’s hair? david asks, and tugs on matteo’s arm until he’s standing in front of him, his hands on his matteo’s hips to keep him standing right there. laura doesn’t even stop looking at her phone when she answers, sure, right now? and matteo ends up sitting on a stool in the middle of their bathroom with laura cutting his hair with a pair of scissors that look like it was actually made to do that. and she’s chatting with david casually where he’s sitting on the counter, and matteo is just sitting between them, caught up with nerves about something he can’t quite place, feeling a little like he was going to throw up and gripping onto david’s ankle, trying not to move at all.

-laura ends up cutting matteo’s hair once a month in a way that makes him look like he actually takes care of his it, and matteo doesn’t know how to repay her, offers to buy her dinner or something each time. and she always laughs a little bit at him and says that his company is payment enough, that she enjoys the little moment they get together. but matteo still always brings over her favorite type of cookies the next time he’s over anyways.

-matteo has the right side of his nose pierced and a frontal helix on his left ear. david asks when he got them at one point, and matteo says that he doesn’t remember, that he went out one night, trying to sell some joints, and came back home later with a text from a number he didn’t recognize and two piercings that he only noticed because they hurt the next day still. he texts the number asking if they knew anything about the piercings, and never gets a response. he looks up how to take care of piercings online and ends up putting a silver stud in his nose.

-matteo has two tattoos. one is a stick and poke on the inside of the his right ring finger that’s supposed to be the two dipper constellations together, but it’s so light, that it kind of just looks like a series of freckles. it takes david about a month of them hanging out for him to even notice it. he was playing with matteo’s fingers when they were sitting out on a balcony somewhere together and ran his finger over the dots, just to have matteo laugh and tell him it tickled. the other tattoo is a crescent moon on his left thumb. he gets that one done legit, from the same girl who does the stick and poke. she does it for a couple of euros for letting him practice on him unofficially when she was trying to get the gig she has now, and he tells her to call him when she gets a little bit better because he might have some ideas in the works.

-matteo ends up walking in on david hanging out with sara and leonie at his apartment. he apologizes in the doorway and says that he must have gotten the time wrong, that he can come back later if they want. and they all tell him that it’s fine, and he should join them. david pulls him onto the living room floor to sit up close to him before he goes back to painting sara’s fingesr a bright blue while leonie is doing hers a deep red. did you want to join? leonie asks when she sees the way that matteo is eyeing her drying fingers. no, it’s alright, matteo says and shakes his head. you sure? leonie asks. it’ll be cute. you could do a blue or a red, and i think it would look really good with your skin tone. oh, maybe a green, she says and starts holding up some bottles near matteo’s hand, and he eventually agrees to let her try because she just seems so enthusiastic about it all of a sudden. and matteo hasn’t been able to get a read on if david’s friends liked him or not, even though he so desperately wants them to like him. david curls in close once he’s done with sara’s hands and wraps his arms around matteo’s stomach, who’s trying not to knock leonie’s work. he kisses matteo’s shoulder and murmurs, that’s a good color, into the fabric of his sweater.

-leonie ends up painting matteo’s nails every time he ends up interrupting their little hang out, and matteo gets a little bit sad every time they end up chipping off within a week, not that he tells anyone that, not that david didn’t notice anyways.

-i can get you some, if you want, david says to him one day with his hands on his face and his lips on his forehead. i’ll get you every color in the rainbow. you can paint them a different color every day if you wanted to. a different color for each finger, even. and matteo just shoves his face into david’s chest, feeling found out for some reason, and just goes, yeah, okay.

#the other one is under the cut #this got a little obnoxiously long #who knew that this sitting in my box for like a month would result in this #bad boy matteo #bad boy matteo and hot jock david #davenzi #my writing

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hookedontaronfics · 5 years

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Better than medicine - Prompt fic

Title: Better than medicine Pairing: Taron x reader Rating: T Warnings: None really A/N: This is told from Taron’s perspective so it’s a bit of a different format for a reader fic, but I felt inspired to get in Taron’s head so there you go. Short but cute fluffy piece! Generated from the prompt below. Enjoy! x Prompt: Can I request the reader taking care of Taron when he's sick? This is for user @rikersgirl22. - Hope it fits the bill and you enjoy this! 💖

The alarm went off far too early and I groaned as I rolled over and swatted the alarm a couple times before finding the button to turn the grinding sound off. I blinked blearily in the dark, trying to orient myself and smiling at my girlfriend’s sleeping form. How she hadn’t stirred, still resting sweetly through that incessant beeping, was beyond me, but she had hours before she had to be up for work so I swung my legs over the side and quietly slid off the bed, not wanting to wake her.

As soon as my feet hit the cold floor I shivered, and before I could even leave the room I sneezed, looking over my shoulder quickly but y/n still hadn’t stirred. I sniffled slightly before going to the bathroom, feeling a bit under the weather as I brushed my teeth quickly. But I had a series of important meetings today and I wasn’t about to miss them for a few sniffles.

I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed the clothes I’d set out the night before, pulling them on quickly before walking over to the bed and kissing my girlfriend sweetly on the forehead, her y/h/c hair splayed out across the pillow in the way I loved so much. She mewled softly in her sleep, making me smile gently in the semi-darkness, shafts of light starting to filter in through the curtains as the sun began to rise.

I made myself a cup of coffee, grateful for the automatic maker y/n had gifted me a couple of Christmases ago. I could not have asked for a better, more loving person to share my life with, and things had only gotten better and better. I’d asked her to move in with me 6 months ago, and our life together was nothing but laughter and joy. And I fully intended to make things official when the timing felt right.

With that thought I let myself out of the house, making my way across London and sitting through a few meetings, but as the day wore on I started having trouble focusing. My nose felt incredibly raw after having to wipe it every few minutes, and I couldn’t stay warm to save my life. When I had a few minutes I texted my girl, who would be busy at work I was certain.

<Hope you’re having a good day at work, love. Always on my mind> I sent.

<How are your BIG IMPORTANT meetings going today?> she answered immediately. Ah, must be on a break then.

<Good, but I’m feeling under the weather and I just want to curl up in bed. Preferably with you.> I returned, before having a sneezing fit and shivering some more. I emptied my pocket of used tissues into the trash, feeling like absolute trash, but I had something important I wanted to do after I left the offices.

<Sounds perfect> I sent back. I sat through one more meeting, staring a bit off into the distance and probably missing half of what was being said as I tried to not just melt onto the floor, sweating buckets now and wondering if anyone else noticed my nose running like a faucet. Once hands were shaken (I used a generous amount of hand sanitizer) and backs patted, I got myself out of there as quickly as I could. The tube ride was a bit excruciating, the noises too loud and the overwhelming scent of food and bodies in an enclosed space making me want to gag, but I just put my earphones in and rested my head against the cool pole, nearly missing my stop in my feverish haze.

I found the store I was looking for relatively easily, being ushered into the cool space and greeted with display upon display of sparkling jewelry.

“Ah, Mr. Egerton!” a jeweler greeted me, as I’d made an appointment ahead of time. We talked about what I was looking for in this particularly important piece, and he showed me several options while I fought my eyes from tearing up. Whether that was from my cold or from my emotions, I couldn’t have told you. When I had made my decision, happy with my choice and knowing it would be perfect to surprise y/n with, I paid for it and skipped the packaging, preferring to shove the square black box in my pocket instead. While I never felt unsafe in London necessarily, taking the tube with a clearly-marked jewelry bag hanging from my arm was probably not the best idea.

With that done, I made my way back home, grateful for the dark as I kicked my shoes off and fell into the couch, pulling the duvet around myself and dozing off for a bit until I heard the front door open.

“Babe?” y/n said, walking in with a bag of groceries in her arms and looking concerned. I had not the slightest idea what time of day it was, and I only felt worse than I had before.

“Here,” I croaked out, my throat on fire and a bit of a cough rattling my chest.

“You sound like shit,” she commented sympathetically.

“I feel like shit,” I sighed, pulling the blanket around myself tighter, only my eyes peeking over the edge of it.

“Do you want to eat?” she asked, coming over and feeling my forehead and gasping slightly. “You’re burning up, babe.” I only groaned in response as she hurried about the house, finding some medicine in the bathroom cabinet and making me swallow it down. She turned the telly on, the volume low, and mothered over my sick self, anything else she might have wanted to accomplish in the evening completely forgotten as she sat on the couch with my head resting in her lap, running her fingers through my sweaty hair as the fever tried to break.

Once the medicine started bringing my fever down, I realized I really was hungry and hadn’t had anything to eat but the coffee and breakfast sandwich I’d had early in the morning, so she went to the kitchen to make some soup, and I hoped she wouldn’t catch this awful illness.

I sat up and after a coughing spasm, stood up tentatively, my bladder needing as much attention as my stomach now. I used the toilet and washed my hands with soap and water as scalding as I could manage, staring at my pale face and slightly bloodshot eyes in the mirror. I looked like hell, I couldn’t help but think. But I wasn’t going through this alone, and that made all the difference. How I had gotten so lucky to find the love of my life was beyond me, and every day I counted my stars, especially moments like these.

I found her in the kitchen and she turned to me, sauce spoon in hand, and smiled so brightly I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re alive,” she teased me lightly.

“Barely,” I managed, wanting to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until the sun went down, but resisting the urge. The last thing we needed was both of us sick.

“Well I’ll get you back in tiptop shape in no time,” she grinned. “And at least you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.”

“No but you have to work and I’ll be by my lonesome,” I whined slightly, making her shake her head.

“I can’t take a sick day just because you’re sick,” she giggled at that as I pouted playfully at her. “My word, what’s that in your pocket?” she asked after a beat, her eyes having obviously drifted down, and I’d completely forgotten the ring box making a very clear presence in my tight jeans.

“Uhhhh,” I said, standing there a bit dumb-founded. “It’s just a surprise, for you. And the soup’s burning,” I added, as she gasped and turned around to take the over-boiling pot off the burner.

“What did you do?” she asked, once the soup had been rescued.

“Nothing we haven’t already talked about babe,” I smiled, leaning against the counter and removing the black box from my pocket, holding it up slightly. “But this wasn’t exactly the moment I was thinking of,” I grinned, and then sneezed again for emphasis. “Shit,” I said, wiping my nose yet again as y/n’s face moved between shock, awe, vulnerability, love, joy, sympathy and finally settled on fondness for me.

“Oh, T,” she said, crossing the space and pressing her lips to mine before I had a chance to protest. I melted into that kiss, as I always did, sick or otherwise. I wrapped my hands in her hair as she slid her fingers around to my back and down to my arse, squeezing slightly and making me chuckle against her lips.

“Think I’m gonna need more medicine for that,” I teased her lightly as we both pulled apart, smiling at each other almost shyly, the way we did when we first met. I loved her so much and moments like these reminded me that I could never get enough of her.

“Gonna let me see that?” she asked, playfully trying to snatch the box from me as I held it above her head.

“Nope,” I said, letting the ‘P’ pop and smirking slightly at her. “Not until I can surprise you properly, and definitely when I’m no longer hacking up a lung,” I chuckled at that.

“Oh fine. I want to be surprised anyway,” she grinned, going to grab bowls out of the cabinet for us. I quickly went to slip the box in my underpants drawer - she could easily find it if she wanted to, but I figured knowing about the mere presence of it was enough.

We settled on the couch together, eating our soup and laughing at stupid game shows, and I imagine that I was already starting to feel a little bit better. I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there sweetly, as she affectionately ran her fingers through my messy hair. In that moment, everything was right with my world no matter my aches and chills. Being with the person you loved most was better than any medicine money could buy.

#taron imagine #taron x reader #taron egerton #taron fluff #taron egerton fanfiction

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bitterotter · 4 years

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OTP Meme

for Mordred/Ortega

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Ah, both. But Mordred’s more likely to do it first and be louder in general

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Mordred.

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Also Mordred, but actually leaving is far more rare than him saying he’ll leave. He usually just… needs space

who trashes the house?

Neither, at least not on purpose.

do either of them get physical?

Sort of. Mordred… words are hard for him and he’ll never use real force but, well, it’s something he’ll have to work on.

how often do they argue/disagree?

Fairly often. Ortega pushes, Mordred is stubborn. And someone will take it too far

who is the first to apologize?

They both have issues with this but Ortega is almost always the one to apologize first if he’s going to

More below the cat, same as last time: length and Adult content

SEX.

who is on top? Who is on bottom?

Ortega is almost always on top.

any kinks?

Pretty Vanilla, but body worship is a Thing for both of them

who has the strangest desires?

Again, pretty tame here

who’s dominant in bed?

Neither, not really in their dynamic

is head ever in the equation?

Yep. Mordred doesn’t really like giving it, but receiving is a whole different story.

if so, who is better at performing it?

Ortega for sure

ever had sex in public?

Nope, its difficult enough for Mordred to get into the idea of having it in the privacy of one of their apartments

who moans the most?

Mordred

who leaves the most marks?

Mordred

who is the more experienced of the two?

Ortega. Mordred’s experience level is at Zero.

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Mordred fucks, Ortega makes love

how long do they usually last?

On the shorter side of average, maybe? Mordred doesn’t really like when things are drawn out

rough or soft?

Soft

is protection used?

Yep, if for no other reason to keep things cleaner.

does it ever get boring?

Not really

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Hmm, kitchen. Mordred would probably never have sex anywhere outside of their places

FAMILY.

Do they plan on having children/or have children?

It’s an absolute no for Mordred. He might adopt a dog or cat someday.

If so, how many children do they want/have?

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

Both, but Ortega more so… at least that’s what Mordred claims

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Ortega, but Mordred usually shuts that down

who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Again, Ortega. And again, Mordred usually doesn’t let that happen unless they’re at home

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Mordred can’t really stand it long before he starts feeling trapped, but there’s times where he’ll be clingy for hours too.

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Watching movies or reading together

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

On Ortega’s couch.

SLEEPING.

who snores?

Neither

if both do, who snores the loudest?

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

They live apart, so separately. But if they’re spending the night then they sleep together

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

Cozy up

what do they wear to bed?

Mordred wears sweat pants and long-sleeved t shirts, Ortega seems like a strip to underwear and call it good type

are either of them insomniacs?

Yes, both have trouble sleeping on a regular basis

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Mordred’s, definitely

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Ortega usually wraps his arms around Mordred, who is usually the little spoon, but he’ll also sometimes throw his arms around Ortega

who wakes up with bed hair?

Mordred for sure

who wakes up first?

Mordred, usually.

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Ortega. Mordred does not cook.

what is their favourite sleeping position?

Hm either spooning (Mordred usually claims little spoon) or snuggling in a way that Mordred ends up resting his head on Ortega’s chest

do they set an alarm each night?

Nope

who has nightmares?

Both, but Mordred’s are typically more frequent and more vivid

can a television be found in their bedroom?

Nope

who has ridiculous dreams?

Ehh neither. Mordred’s are more horrifying than bizarre

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Both honestly, Ortega wins by size though

who makes the bed?

Ortega, Mordred never makes his

what time is bed time?

There is no set bed time. Whenever they crash out

any routines/rituals before bed?

Hmm, not really.

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Mordred

WORK.

who is the busiest?

Hmm, Ortega probably

who rakes in the highest income?

Ortega

are any of them unemployed?

Technically, Mordred is retired, buuut he has

who takes the most sick days?

Neither

what are their jobs?

Ortega is a member of the Los Diablos Rangers. Mordred is “retired.” He makes most of his money by stealing from the wealthy…

who sucks up to their boss?

Neither.

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

I mean, Mordred is in control of his own schedule… and yet, Mordred

who stresses the most?

Mordred. He doesn’t really know how to work without pressure.

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Ortega… oof, maybe once he did, and maybe there’s some parts of it he still enjoys. Mordred… well he doesn’t know what else he’d be doing

are they financially stable?

Ortega, yes. Mordred… not exactly

HOME.

who does the washing?

They split it

who takes out the trash?

Ortega mostly

who does the ironing?

Ortega, Mordred never felt the need to iron his stuff

who does the cooking?

Ortega. Mordred does not cook

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Mordred. He… may have done that on occasion

who is messier?

Mordred

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Neither

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Both, but Mordred more often

who forgets to flush the toilet?

Again, no one??

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Neither. On account of Mordred not having a car. (Does Ortega???) But Mordred doesn’t not know where any of his keys are at any given time.

who answers the telephone?

Ortega answers his… Mordred usually doesn’t.

who mows the lawn?

No lawns

who does the vacuuming?

Ortega

who does the groceries?

Both… though Ortega usually buys real food whereas Mordred buys take out and microwave dinners

who takes the longest to shower?

Ortega

who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Ortega

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

For Ortega, nope. For Mordred… it has been and sometimes still is but his income is a little higher than it used to be

how many cars do they own?

Zero(?), but Ortega has his bike

what’s their song?

Gotta go with Another Place by Bastille

do they live in the city or in the country?

City. Los Diablos is very much a city

do they own their home or do they rent?

Both rent their places

do they enjoy their surroundings?

Mostly! Mordred... doesn’t really like cold weather or the country. Los Diablos suits him fine.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Work mostly. They have their own projects…

where did they first meet?

I have a head canon, but I need to figure it out. Basically. Ortega was working, Mordred was just getting into the vigilante scene and their paths crossed.

who spends the most money when out shopping?

Ortega, Mordred is much more stingy

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Ortega, he dresses well, just has nice things in general, he doesn’t really MEAN to, he just does. Mordred… looks like he crawled out of a sewer most days.

any mental issues?

Haha oh boy are there. Mordred has anxiety, trauma, depression, paranoia, trouble sleeping, maybe possibly an alcohol addiction….

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Mordred, seeing that Ortega is capable of fucking up is both entertaining (as long as he’s not ACTUALLY hurt) and reassuring.

who’s terrified of bugs?

Neither. Not that Mordred likes them… but he’s not scared, nope.

who kills the spiders around the house?

Neither. Bugs are escorted outside

do they have any fears for their future?

Oh boy, Yeah. Ortega’s afraid of losing Mordred again. Mordred is... afraid of rejection. Afraid of the consequences of his actions with or without rejection. It’s a lot

their favourite place?

Ortega’s apartment. It’s… comfortable there.

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Ortega, either home made or a restaurant

who pays the bills?

Ortega, if he can get away with paying anything for Mordred, he will

who’s the tallest?

Ortega. He’s 6’4, Mordred is 5’7

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Hmm. Mordred, but only once every secret is out and he’s 200% comfortable with Ortega. Ortega isn’t sure if he can do that without getting shampoo bottles thrown at him.

who wanders around in their underwear?

Neither.

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Ortega. Mordred does not sing

what do they tease each other about?

At this point, they’ll tease each other over basically everything. Height, fashion sense, age, their powers, recklessness…

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Ortega. Mordred… basically has a closet full of hoodies and flannels and plain t shirts, most of which are second hand.

who crushed first?

Mordred. Not that he’d admit it

any alcohol or substance related problems?

Mordred drinks probably more often and just more than he should.

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Well, Mordred. But he prefers drinking at home by himself to begin with

who swears the most?

Split pretty evenly actually

#oc: mordred #these are so fun but oof lots to think about #Mordred is... a mess of a human being I love him #i just have a lot of feelings about ortega tho #also #didn't tag anyone cause I did do my I got tagged.. thing already with percy's post #but that had a if ya want to do it consider yourself tagged addition and this carries over for this one too!#(tag me I waanna hear about your ocs)

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