#i’m tired was gonna go get ready for bed then my roommates cat was laying on me so legally couldn’t move

[feelingsinthedark]

hiiiiii jeanne ily how's life

busy 😀🫠 but pretty ok how are you 🥰🥰🫶🫶🫶

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW Word Count: 4,049 Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right? A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!

Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.

It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.

The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.

When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.

“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.

“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”

The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”

You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”

The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”

“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”

Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.

Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”

He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.

Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.

The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.

Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.

You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.

“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.

“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.

Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”

Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.

“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”

Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”

You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.

Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.

It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?

Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.

You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.

Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?

Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.

He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.

As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.

You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.

You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.

So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.

You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.

What am I going to do?

You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.

I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.

You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.

You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.

“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.

But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.

“(Y/n), talk to me.”

You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”

Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”

You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.

Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.

“So find some other guy.”

Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.

“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”

You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”

There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.

“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”

He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.

“Why do you go on all of these dates?”

You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”

“So?”

You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”

He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”

You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.

You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.

“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”

And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.

After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.

“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”

“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.

He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”

You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.

He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.

You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.

Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.

Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.

You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”

He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.

He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.

You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.

Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.

You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.

He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.

“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”

And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.

Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.

“We should clean up.”

“After snuggles,” he yawned.

You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?”

“For us?”

Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”

You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”

[monsterenergysimp]

Cat Boys are Ruining my Life

corpse husband x gender neutral! reader 

summary: you and corpse grow closer when he starts co-parenting your cat 

request: Hi! 👉👈 um- so I was wondering if you could write some fluff where reader and corpse are neighbors, and reader has a cat that really likes Corpse so they decide to co-parent? Like the cat spends every other night at Corpse's @simp-listicc

warnings: cats 

word count: 1.2k 

notes: This is proof read but I could have missed some stuff. If your name is crossed out that means you changed your username and I couldn’t properly tag you; just send me a message. I really like this one and I hope everyone enjoys :) 

main blog: @itsmysleepover 

You had lived in your apartment for about a year and you loved it. You loved the independence and having your own space but you hated feeling lonely. You decided to finally get a cat. You’ve always wanted one but your parents were allergic and your old roommate didn’t like them. Now that you lived alone nothing was stopping you. One Saturday morning, you got in your car giddy and ready to drive to the animal shelter that seemed to taunt you every time you drove past.

You went to see the cats and your eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous tortoiseshell cat. He was a fully grown adult cat; the shelter attendant informed you he had been brought in after someone found him on the street. The tag outside his cage said his name was Hobbes and you couldn’t stop fawning over him.  You signed the papers and paid the fee, not caring how much. Hobbes was now your child.

It had only been a few weeks but Hobbes quickly made himself at home in your apartment and you were happy to have him. One day when you were leaving for work Hobbes ran out of your apartment. He started running around so you chased him; attempting to get him back inside. Your neighbor walked out of his apartment just as this was all happening.

“Hey Y/N,” he said smiling.

“Hey Corpse,” you said back trying to get your cat to stop running from you. You had introduced yourself to him when you first moved in. You two talked whenever you saw one another in the hallway (which wasn’t that often because of your schedules).

“I didn’t know you had a cat.” He said as he watched you run and trying to catch the agile creature.

“I just got him!” You said happily and watched as Hobbes ran up to Corpse and curled at his feet. Corpse knelt to pet him and Hobbes purred. “I think Hobbes likes you.”

“I think so too.”

The next day something similar happened. You were getting back from work and opened the door. Hobbes ran out of your apartment again. He sat outside for twenty minutes. Every time you tried to pick him up and bring him inside he would run away. After twenty minutes he came inside on his own and moped on his cat tower. He seemed fine for a few days before he started sitting at the door and meowing at you. You squatted to his level and stared into his eyes.

“Hobbes, I love you, I really do but I don’t know what you want.”

“Meow,” he replied and sauntered away.

Later that day you were sitting on the couch and Hobbes was laying next to you. Someone knocked on your door and you went to check who it was. You opened the door and Corpse was standing on the other side.

“Hey there,” you said.

“Hey. I was wondering if you had any salt I could borrow.”

“Yeah, come in.” You led him into your apartment. Hobbes saw him and ran over to Corpse. You noticed as he followed Corpse into the kitchen. “So what do you need the salt for?”

“I’m just trying to make dinner and was out so I figured I’d try my luck.”

“Here you go,” you said, giving him your saltbox.

“Thanks.”

You walked with Corpse to your door to let him out. Hobbes jumped at this opportunity and followed Corpse outside. “Hobbes the fun is over, Corpse has to go.” You squatted down to lift him but he hissed at you. You jumped back. This was the first time this has happened and it finally clicked why Hobbes was acting so strange all of a sudden. Your cat was in love with your neighbor. “He wants to be with you. I’m not gonna lie that hurts a bit.” Corpse giggled and looked down at the cat who was lying at his feet.

“I can take him to my apartment for a bit if you want,” Corpse offered.

“Would that be okay with you? I also need to clean and having him out of the way for a bit would be great. He almost knocked over a gallon of bleach last time.”

“If it’ll calm him down and give you some time to take care of stuff, I’m happy to help.”

Corpse took Hobbes with him and that’s how it went for the next month. He would take care of Hobbes while you were at work and you’d take him after work and on your days off. It became like shared custody. In that time you and Coprse also grew closer. You would hang out at his place after work sometimes. You’d make dinner together or watch a movie. You’d become pretty close friends over this seemingly odd arrangement. You’d almost fallen asleep at his place a few times from how late you’d stay.  You enjoyed being around him and were even developing a bit of a crush on him.

One day you opened Corpse’s door and saw him giggling and running around with Hobbes. Hobbes was chasing the feater on a stick, one of his favorite toys. You couldn’t help but sit back and watch. Corpse’s giggles made you feel relaxed and joyful. And every time you watched Hobbes slide across the floor you couldn’t hold back your laughs. You watched them for almost five minutes.

Another day you were sitting on Corpse’s couch watching Spirited Away with him for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It was late. Hobbes was on Corpse’s lap as he pets him. Letting out a purr ever so often. You started yawning and rested your head on Corpse’s shoulder. He gave you a gentle pat on the head and you closed your eyes. Corpse looked down at you and shook you gently.

“Woah, don’t fall asleep,” He said. You lifted your head and checked your phone for the time. You winced at the light burning your eyes. Your eyes finally adjusted and you realized it was almost 2 am.

“Shit I have work tomorrow, I should go,” you said and stood up. You stretched and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You lifted Hobbes off Corpse’s lap and he walked you to his door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You leaned in to hug Corpse. You wrapped your free arm around him and he hugged you back. He wrapped you tight and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll see you too,” he said and smiled at you and Hobbes warmly. You left and Corpse was alone again. The movie was still playing but your spot on the couch was empty. He wasn’t tired, but he decided to try and go to bed.  

A week later, you were picking Hobbes up from Corpse’s place. “Hey, uh, I was wondering…” Corpse said. “If it’d be cool if you wanted to hang out sometime.”

“We hang out all the time.”

“No, I meant like-”

“Oh. Like a date?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d love to.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you said. Corpse was prepared for your rejection you were close friends, why would either of you risk it. He stood beside you frozen in shock that you actually accepted his offer. You placed scooped up Hobbes and held him close to you. Corpse opened his door for you and before you left you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Meow.”

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[toastedkiwi]

Goodnight

Summary: Chris facetimes you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader

“Bubba, I think your cats are trying to kill me,” Chris said the second you pick up his call.

“What do you mean?” You asked placing your phone up against the wall.

“I mean that I woke up this morning to Marie on my face trying to keep my mouth closed as Berlioz strangled my throat,” he said.

You watched as he paced around getting the house ready for him to go to bed. You know he’s fond of having natural light coming in and he loves opening up the curtains in the morning to get his day started.

“They also keep tripping me,” Chris said. “I’m scared for my life.”

You laughed. He finally looks at his phone screen to see that you’re in his big bathroom with wet hair and one of his t-shirts.

“It’s true, Munchkin! I got so many scratches on my arm. They are out for blood, Y/n, and I’ll be their first victim. Then Dodger will be next,” he said.

“We both know that Dodger gets along with Berlioz,” you said. “He even lets that cat eat some of his food.”

“It’s gonna be a fat cat. I also have scheduled an appointment for your cats so they can get their shots,” Chris informed. “And we can figure out when Berlioz can get his balls cut off and Marie can get spayed.”

You giggled, “balls.”

“You’re such a child,” he said shaking his head.

“You’re such a whiny little bitch,” you said.

“That is not nice— Dodger, bedtime,” Chris said.

“Do we ever call each other nice things?” You asked.

“I call you Bubba—,” he said heading down the hallway to his bedroom.

“You also call Dodger that,” you said.

“Yeah. I also call you Honey, Darling, Sugar— oh yeah! I fucking figured out what a sugar baby is, you fucking cunt,” Chris hissed.

You covered your mouth hysterically laughing.

“You fucking jackass! You embarrassed me on a fucking live. My baby sister had to tell me what the fuck a sugar baby is,” he ranted oozing his Boston accent. “I’m getting fuckin’ DMs asking me if I can be their sugar daddy! I’m not that fuckin’ old! Im only 39 living with a fuckin’ 20 something year old popstar, 2 fuckin’ cats, and a dog! I don’t have anytime for a sugar baby nor you suggesting that you are mine! It’s outrageous! It’s horse shit! Some people fuckin’ believe it too! But your ass makes more money than me!”

“Are you good?” You asked as he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

You grinned and put your hair up. He climbs into his bed where a kitten is already on one of his pillows.

“How was filming?” Chris asked seeing that you’re starting your nightly routine.

“It was fine,” you said.

“Was it for... the one song that you and Machine Gun Kelly did or...?” He asked.

“Nah, I did the angsty song that you haven’t heard yet,” you said.

Chris yawns loudly and asked, “when can I hear it?”

“You’ll hear it with everyone else in the world,” you said.

“Lame. I live with you. I’m your emotional support animal,” he said. “I deserve to hear your masterpiece.”

“Dude, you can wait,” you said.

He groaned and pouted like a little kid.

“That look will not work on me,” you said pointing at the camera.

“But, Huuuuuuney,” Chris whined.

“Baaaaaaaby,” you mocked.

“I can put you on the streets, you turd,” Chris said making you laugh.

“Oh, but you see I’m in your mansion while you’re in your suburban white mom’s house,” you said. “All of your expensive shit is here, pretty boy, along with your Camero.”

“That was a gift from RDJ,” he said. “I should probably get it shipped out here.”

“I can make that happen. I was thinking about getting my car out there as well so I’m not stealing yours all the time,” you said.

“You might as well move all your shit out here,” Chris suggested.

“You sure you want that?” You asked.

“I’m pretty fucking sure we’re stuck with each other, Y/n,” he said.

“I knew that the second you practically kidnapped me and made me dog sit Dodger the night we met,” you said making Chris smile at the memory.

“I guess I have been kidnapping you since the beginning,” he said.

You laughed and said, “I told ya.”

“Don’t get snotty,” he sassed.

“How am I being snotty?” You asked.

“You just are— what are you putting on your face?” Chris asked.

“It’s a mud mask,” you said.

“Shouldn’t it be brown?” He asked.

“It’s blueberries and yogurt,” you said showing him the package.

“Then it’s not a mud mask,” Chris said. “That’s just blueberries and fuckin’ yogurt smushed together in that little weird packaging. I can make it myself.”

You giggled and continued to apply the pale blue colored mask upon your skin. He rolled onto his side and propped up his phone on the nightstand. He grabbed his book as well. There’s a comfortable silence between the both of you as you’re finish applying your mask and cleaning up. Chris has Dodger cuddling up with him and he’s flipping to the right page of his book.

“What are you reading this time?” You asked.

“A book,” Chris stated.

He doesn’t need to look that your blue face isn’t too happy about his answer. It makes him smile.

“So,” you said heading into his bedroom.

Chris puts down his book flat on his chest and looks at you. He can’t help but reach over and take a screenshot.

“Why the fuck did you just take a screenshot?” You asked.

“‘Cause I need to look back on that face,” Chris said. “When you look like the chick from Charlie & The Chocolate Factory.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “You. Are. Not. Posting. It!”

“Don’t provoke me,” he said.

“You’re so sassy,” you said. “Oh! Guess what!”

“I’m not guessing,” Chris said.

“Please? Please just guess,” you pleaded with a pouted lip.

“Fine... you’re... getting lip injections,” Chris said.

You end up hanging up on him. He laughed and tried to call you back but you don’t pick up. It takes him three tries until you pick up.

“No, Chris, I’m not getting lip injections. I’m going on the VMAs and I’m gonna fucking shit on your name,” you said.

“I can’t wait to watch it,” he smiled.

“I hope you eat shit,” you said.

“That’s my line,” he snorted.

“Whatever,” you sassed going back into the bathroom.

“Are you sleeping in my bedroom?” Chris asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I miss you,” you mumbled.

“Awww, I miss you too,” he cooed. “You’ll be back soon.”

“I know,” you said.

“Oh, there’s Satan,” Chris said.

Marie jumps up on the bed. Chris is quick to flip the camera around and show you your little white kitten.

“She isn’t Satan,” you said.

“Yes she is! You just don’t believe me,” he said as the kitten made its way up to him.

“Cause you’re a liar,” you said.

“You’re the liar, you fucking blueberry,” Chris said.

“Am I a blueberry or a liar?” You asked turning on the faucet.

“I’m gonna put that on a shirt and sell it,” he said flipping his camera back on him.

Your cat curls up in between the space between his neck and shoulder. You wash away the mask off your face. Chris waits patiently for you to finish up and come back on the screen. He yawned loudly.

“You tired, Bear?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Oh look at you three!” You squealed seeing them.

You take a screenshot of them of course making Chris huff.

“Where’s Berlioz?” You asked.

“I dunno. Probably destroying our house,” Chris said. “Or plotting my murder.”

“Why would the cats murder you? You feed them,” you said and turned off the bathroom lights.

“I don’t know their motives,” he said.

You laughed and climbed into his big bed. You get under the covers and lay on your side looking at your phone.

“You’re looking comfy in my bed,” Chris said.

“It’d be better with Dodger and my kitties,” you said.

“Well, Honey, you just outta come back to Boston,” he said.

“And I will,” you said.

You both continue talking until he ultimately crashes. You screenshot your roommate who looks so peaceful in his bed filled with animals.

“Goodnight, Chrissy. Goodnight, Marie. Goodnight, Dodger. Goodnight, Berlioz,” you said.

You watch them for a good minute before hanging up.

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before the chapter begins, i'd like to say a few words. thank you all for joining me on this journey, this was my first series, and it was definitely a huge ride. i'm very sad that it is coming to an end, but i am going to be working on new projects soon. thank you all so much for the support on team player ❤! i hope you enjoy the finale!!

Team Player: The Finale

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 5.0k

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Eren's eyes flew open as the sound of his alarm blared from his phone, groaning he reached over to turn off the annoying sound that awoke him from his slumber.

For a moment, Eren thought that it was a normal school day. He almost dreaded getting up until he realized what today was.

It was game day.

More specifically, today was the championship game against Marley University.

Almost instantly, Eren rushed out of bed to his dresser. He threw his outfit on within a few seconds, not really seeming to care about waking up his roommate Armin.

"Ugh.. Eren? What are you doing? It's barely nine," Armin groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.

Eren looked over at him. "Today is game day Armin! I have to be at the field soon," he replied, grabbing a hair-tie and throwing his hair into a messy bun. "Are you coming?"

Armin looked up from his phone. "Maybe.. is (Y/N) gonna show up?"

Eren grabbed his phone, scrolling to find her contact. "I'll find out in a sec," he replied, sending her a quick text.

"I'll probably come, I don't have anything to do anyway," Armin said, laying back down on his bed.

Eren gathered his things into his bag, he double checked if he was missing anything; of course he wasn't and he was ready to go within a few minutes.

"I'll see you then Armin," Eren said, putting his phone into his pocket.

Armin nodded, "Good luck! Don't be a dumbass today."

Eren opened the door to their dorm. "I won't.. you'll see," he said, exiting the room and walking down the hall.

Eren's mind was racing as he made his way to the locker room on campus, today was his last day to show if he was really worth it to those scouts. If he missed this opportunity to go to the Chief's, he would never be able to live with himself; he needed as much luck as he could get today. He silently prayed that he wouldn't fuck up.

"Eren!"

He turned around to see Jean jogging his way towards him.

"What's up Jean?" Eren asked, nodding.

Jean put his hand onto his shoulder. "Are you excited for today? I mean, it's the championship game! Who would have thought we'd make it this far!"

A smile formed onto his features. "Of course I'm excited! I just know we're going to win," he said, patting his back. "We got this."

The two entered the locker room, many of the other players were standing getting ready or they were joking amongst themselves. Eren could feel the atmosphere, excitement, nervousness, it felt so surreal and he couldn't believe this was happening.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes! Be ready!" Coach Smith called.

Eren dropped his stuff in front of his locker, unlocking the lock and pulling out his football uniform. The team got special uniforms to wear for the championship game, they looked good.

Eren tossed his shirt off, throwing it into his bag; he started to search for his pads when he heard giggling coming from behind him.

He turned his head to see Reiner and Jean with huge smirks on their faces; it confused Eren.

"Huh? What's funny?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean covered his mouth a bit. "You own a cat or something? Your back is fucked," he said, looking at Reiner who was laughing along with him.

Eren's face suddenly grew pink as the memories from the previous night began to play in his head. Him and (Y/N) got a little… busy.

"It's none of your business, at least I can get some," Eren said, rolling his eyes.

Reiner put his hand on his shoulder. "We're just messing with ya," he said, walking towards his locker. "At least you were doing something right!"

Eren turned back to his locker, grabbing his uniform and other equipment. "You guys are so lame.." he muttered, putting his shirt on.

A sudden ping from his phone made his attention go towards his back, he assumed it was probably Armin letting him know that he was going to show up. He pulled it out of his bag, but this time it wasn't Armin, it was (Y/N).

(Y/N): good luck today ❤ i'll for sure be there today <3

A smile grew onto his face from her message, he wanted to show her that he could do it. To prove all of their hard work wasn't for nothing, he wanted to make her proud of him; the same with his coaches.

Eren: thank youu :) i can't wait to see your pretty face!

"Eren! Hurry up! We gotta get out there soon!" Jean called, heading towards the exit of the locker room.

Eren turned his head, "I got you! I'll be there in a sec!"

He tossed his phone back into his bag, zipping it up so none of his stuff would fall out or get lost. He fixed up his bun and passed by the mirror, he loved the uniform, the school definitely went all out for the championship uniforms.

Eren made his way down the hall where the rest of his teammates were, they had about an hour or two before the game was supposed to start, but he knew people were going to fill in fast. It was the most anticipated game of the week, and all eyes would be on Eren.

"Alright! Listen up!"

Everyone fell silent as Coach Smith made his way towards the players, he wore a special jacket that was made for him.

"No more funny business! It's finally time for us to shine and show those Marley kids that we are the best! I want to see your best effort today, okay?!" he yelled.

"Yes sir!" they yelled together.

Coach Smith crossed his arms. "Remember what I taught you, today everything comes down to this. Our efforts and hard work were not for nothing! Don't let me down! Some of you have some great scouts here today, you show them that you ARE worth a spot in the NFL!"

Eren totally forgot that Mr.Zacharias was going to be attending that day, it all made him even more nervous than he already was. He knew that if he failed today, there was no chance he would have a future in the NFL and all of it would turn to dust.

"Now let's get outside and play some football!" he yelled, smiling at them excitedly.

"Yes sir!"

Eren put his helmet on and began to follow his teammates outside to the stadium, he could see students already making their way into the field. He felt the excitement coursing through his veins, he was waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here he couldn't wait to get out there and show everyone what he could do.

The weather today was perfect too, it was sunny, and the air was crisp. Everytime Eren took a breath it felt like his confidence was growing more and more, that feeling also growing whenever his mind would go to (Y/N). She was going to be there that day and Eren wanted to show her that he could do it; that he could make it.

"Hey Eren."

He turned to meet Reiner's gaze, the blonde seeming serious.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Reiner put his hand on Eren's shoulder. "Good luck today, alright? I know Coach was saying that the scouts were here.. I know he meant that speech for you specifically too. Don't mess up, okay?"

Reiner had always been the type to motivate everyone on the team, he was team captain after all. It was his job to make sure everyone was straight.

"Thanks Reiner, good luck to you too. Maybe you'll be the next Ben Roethlisberger," he said, chuckling shortly after.

Reiner's honey eyes went wide. "What?! No one can be as good as big Ben," he replied, shock written on his face.

Eren shook his head, smiling. "Yeah maybe you're right, but you got talent. I hope you get a spot."

Reiner smacked his shoulder, "You got the talent too.. don't doubt yourself. Especially not today,"

The two trailed into the stadium together, Eren could see the way everyone was acting and he could tell that they were all nervous or excited. This was the opportunity many of them had to impress scouts from different NFL teams, including Eren and Reiner.

"Get out there and start practicing! Especially you Reiner! You gotta show those guys how you toss balls," Coach Smith yelled, pointing towards the stadium entrance. "You too Eren!"

Eren adjusted the straps on his helmet, heading towards the entrance where Reiner previously entered.

"Mr.Zacharius is out there.. please say hello," Coach Smith whispered to him.

Eren nodded, "You got it coach!"

He walked down the long corridor that led to the field, he saw a few people already sitting in the stands as well as Marley sitting across from them. They seemed as ready as ever, it made Eren's blood grow hot; he wanted to show them that they should never underestimate Trost University. Ever.

Eren entered the field, his skin forming goosebumps from the cooler fall air. It was football weather, and he couldn't ask for a better day.

His eyes landed on Mr.Zacharius who was watching something on an iPad, Eren assumed he had to be watching plays from other players, hell, maybe he was looking at his.

"Nice to see you, Mr.Zacharius."

The taller man looked up, a grin soon taking over his features. "Nice to see you too Eren, how have you been? Are you feeling any better?" he asked, placing the iPad underneath his arm.

He moved his ankle around in a circular motion. "Yep! I took a lot of time off of my feet, I couldn't miss today," he replied, smiling.

Mr.Zacharius crossed his arms over his chest. "I see.. well, I hope to see what you've got to offer today."

"You won't be disappointed, that's for sure."

The older man seemed a bit surprised by Eren's statement, but nonetheless did he chuckle at his words.

"I hope to see your improvement," he replied.

"Eren! Come on dude! We have an hour before showtime!" Jean called, waving him over.

Eren looked back at them, then back at Mr.Zacharius. "I'll see you later," he said, raising his brows.

"Yes of course, have a good game!" he called.

Eren jogged towards Reiner and Jean, the two were just throwing passes or playing with the football.

"How did it go with Mr.Zacharius? Did he make you piss your pants?" Jean asked, raising a brow.

Eren rolled his eyes, "No, he didn't, not everyone makes me piss my pants, Jean." he replied.

"It seems like Marley is bringing their best today, did you see their O-Line? I heard they were doing the most they could," Reiner said, looking over at the opposing team.

Jean nodded, "For real? I mean.. they beat us last time but that was because of that shitty interception. There is no way their luck will be as good as last time,"

Eren looked over at Marley's side, he could see the coach staring at him. "There is no way they're going to win again. We have built up our defense, Marley is gonna have a hard time getting past us," he said, taking the ball from Reiner. "Besides.. we're a team, right? We should have faith in them,"

Jean and Reiner looked at one another before looking back at Eren. The two couldn't lie that he had a point, they needed to have faith in their defense, just like their defense has faith in their offense; it worked both ways.

"Can we get passing? I gotta practice with Jean," Eren said, snapping his fingers in Reiner's face.

He blinked, "Yeah! Go along,"

Eren jogged down to the end of the line, he saw Jean do the same; their eyes locking with one another.

"Hut!"

Eren ran down the field, turning his head to see where Reiner was aiming to throw. He watched the ball fall towards his direction, Eren's arms flew open and within seconds it was in his arms. His body hit the floor with a small thud on the grass.

"Got it!" Eren called, putting the ball into the air.

Jean ran over, holding his hand out for him to grab. "Don't dirty your uniform just yet.. that's for the real shit," he said, pulling him off the ground.

Eren threw the ball towards Reiner. "Yeah.. you're right, but how much longer until the game starts? Less than an hour, right?" he asked, looking at Jean.

He turned his head to check the clock that was counting down on the giant screen. "Yeah.. we got 40 minutes or so," he replied, adjusting his helmet.

"Coach is probably going to call us back, so let's go." Reiner said, jogging towards the two with the football in his hands.

The three boys made their way back to the locker room where the rest of their teammates were, they spoke to one another in small groups or just stood around waiting for the game to start.

"Good, you're back. Did you speak with Mr.Zacharius?" Coach Smith asked, placing his hand on Eren's shoulder; stopping him in his tracks.

"Yeah! Things are good.. for the most part," he replied, looking towards the floor.

He patted his shoulder, nodding his head. "Good, glad to hear that."

Coach Smith made his way to the front of the room. "Alright! Listen up!"

The room grew quiet from all of the yelling, the players' attention went to their coach, a look of acknowledgement written on their faces; including Eren's.

"I told you all earlier to give your best today, and I mean that. Those scouts are going to be looking at you! Show them you're worthy!" he yelled, clapping his hands together.

Eren nodded his head as the words filled his mind. He knew what he had to do today, no more bullshit, he had to play like a team player.

"Alright!? Now let's go play some football!"

"Yes coach!"

He grabbed his playbook before nodding them over to the exit of the locker room, Eren and the others followed him down the corridor. He could hear the faint sounds of cheering and whistling coming from the stands, Eren could tell that there were more seats filled from the last time he was out.

Reiner turned to meet the faces of his teammates. "You guys ready?! Let's fuck some shit up today!" he yelled, hyping them all up.

Eren felt the excitement and enthusiasm going through him, he shook out his hands as a way to make himself a bit more comfortable.

"Now presenting the Trost University Falcons!"

"That's our queue," Jean said, looking at Eren.

The players jogged out of the exit, smoke filled into the air and small fireworks shot into the sky; a small 'pop' coming from each of them. Eren heard the cheers and yells coming from the stands, he missed the vibe of game day. The atmosphere felt just right today, and he wanted to make use of it; all eyes were going to be on him.

The team made their way to their side of the field, each of them taking a seat on the bench or standing to get water.

"Let's see if Marley is gonna pull up with their A-Game today," Jean said, narrowing his eyes at the opposing team.

Eren chuckled, "We'll see about that, don't get too cocky, Jean."

Jean looked at him before looking back towards the field. "I'm not getting cocky, I just want us to win," he replied, leaning back against the bench.

"We will, I know we will," Eren said, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Eren!"

He turned his head around a few times, he was confused who was calling his name. His eyes then landed on the person he wanted to see the most.

(Y/N).

A smile took over his features, she was sitting with Armin, and she wore the hoodie he gave her a few nights before.

Eren waved at her, because he couldn't go to the stands; it was against the schools guidelines for football players. Though, he couldn't wait to see her after the game.

"Do you think they're gonna win?" Armin asked, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

She looked at the floor. "Hard to say.. I tried my best with him, but I think it'll all pay off once the game starts," she replied, looking back towards the field.

Armin looked at Eren, "I hope you're right (Y/N)."

Eren looked towards the field, he could see the referees who were talking amongst one another. They were going to call the players out for the coin toss, he silently hoped that Reiner would pick a good side of the coin so they could get the ball first. Get the ball quick, and get points on the board.

"We will now have the team captains of each team come out for the coin toss."

"That's your queue, Reiner." Jean said, patting his back.

The blonde looked towards the two. "I got this," he replied, making his way out towards the field.

Eren looked at Jean as Reiner went onto the middle of the field. "Let's pray together," he said, laughing a bit.

"Gentlemen, congratulations, it is an honor to be here today. This game today has shown your incredible efforts, Trost will pick the side, this being heads and this being tails."

Eren watched Reiner speak to the referee, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Trost has chosen heads and Marley is tails, I will now flip the coin." he said, throwing the coin into the air. He stared at the floor before speaking again, "It is heads, Trost will receive the ball this way."

"Hell yeah! Reiner is one lucky son of a bitch," Jean said, excitement in his voice.

Eren adjusted the straps to his helmet, he could feel all of the eyes burning into his head. He looked back to see (Y/N) giving him a thumbs up, he blew a kiss towards her before making his way onto the field.

"It's now or never, bring all that you got!" Eren yelled, looking at his other teammates.

-

"Good shit Eren!"

Eren bumped heads with his teammates on the sidelines, he had just scored another touchdown. Trost was trailing Marley 28-24 in the 3rd quarter.

Eren plopped down on the bench, his water bottle being handed to him, he squeezed it a bit and let the cold drink fill into his mouth. Sweat formed on his skin, even if it was a cool fall day, he still felt warm.

"We might come out on top with this one.. if we keep at it, Marley will have no chance!" Jean said, looking at Eren with a smirk.

He chuckled, "We will, there isn't any 'mights' we are going to win this game."

Jean looked at him with a bit of shock, he knew Eren could be somewhat motivating, but he usually became a hot head during games whenever Trost was behind. It was odd seeing his teammate being so motivational and positive, but Jean wasn't complaining, he needed Eren to be at his best.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Eren looked up to see his coach standing before him. "Yeah, I'm fine, why? Do I not look good?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Coach Smith sat beside him, the playbook in his hands. "You look fine, but I'm just asking since you've been working hard. It's different to see you this way, Eren." he chuckled.

He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, don't worry about me coach, as long as the others are okay, we can make it."

Coach Smith only nodded, "I hope that is the case. Marley is up by four points, if they score again, we have to come up with something,"

Eren looked over with a confused expression. "We still have the 4th quarter! Marley doesn't stand a chance, our offense is tiring them out," he exclaimed, pointing at the field.

"I admire your determination, I wish we had this at the beginning," he said, adjusting the cap on his head.

Coach Smith was right, maybe if Eren was like this earlier in the season things could have gone differently. Eren wasn't the type to motivate before, he usually only looked out for himself, he was disgusted by the person he was before.

She changed that for him, and that's why he is so determined to win.

The whistles blew, making Eren look up along with the rest of his teammates. It was now the end of 3rd quarter, that meant Trost only had one more to either take the lead, or lose the championship.

Eren couldn't let that happen, ever. He would lose everything if he lost today, and he didn't want to let down (Y/N), he wanted to make her proud.

"You got this Eren, keep that positive mindset and you'll win this game, like a true team player."

He watched his coach make his way towards the front, past a few students. Eren had to remind himself that he couldn't be negative, if he was, the game would go in that direction; he'd turn back in the opposite direction.

"Eren! We're up!" Jean called, jogging towards the field.

Eren looked up, grabbing his helmet and putting it on his head. "I can do this.. you'll see!" he yelled, adjusting the straps and making his way to the field.

-

This was it.

The final two minutes of the game.

Eren hadn't expected the game to go by so quick, but Trost's offense was always going back and forth onto the field. Though, no points were scored, no matter how many times they went out there.

They were still down by four points, all they would need is a touchdown.

"We're down to the last two minutes here! We gotta think of something and fast!" Jean said, looking at Reiner.

The blonde seemed stumped himself, how could he pull this off?

"I say we get as far as we can, and let the field goal unit take this one." he said, crossing his arms.

Eren turned his head, "What!? Reiner, you can't be serious man! That's only three points! We need four!"

Reiner realized what Eren was saying was true, there was no way a field goal could tie this game.

Reiner kneeled on the ground. "Next play, we go for it. Jean or Eren, I need one of you down there, I gotta launch this ball." he said, looking at the two of them.

Eren swallowed thickly, the last time this happened, Jean and Eren collided with one another and the game was over due to an interception.

"Give it to Jean."

Jean turned towards Eren with a look of confusion. "What!? Eren, this is something you can do! There is no way I can make it down there," he replied, furrowing his brows.

Eren looked back towards the stands, his eyes landing on (Y/N) who seemed to be watching him. A smile took over her features as soon as she noticed him, it made Eren's heart grow.

He couldn't let her down like this! She was here to see him and how great he has become, if Eren was to give up now, she'd be disappointed and he'd regret it later.

"Look, no promises, but I'll try to get down there. I want it near Jean though, he has the best opportunity," Eren said, looking at Reiner.

Reiner stood up, "Alright, let's go!" he clapped.

Eren jogged over to the line, his heart beating in his chest, he felt queasy; almost like he could pass out right now. These next few plays will determine what happens to Trost, if they fail to get down there, they're finished and this game is over.

He looked forward at the player in front of him, all he had to do was push past this guy and get to a point where Reiner had a clear opening to give the ball to him or Jean.

"Hut!"

As soon as those words came from Reiner's mouth, Eren began to move quickly down the field. The player behind him was close, he was reaching for his jersey, Eren had to get out of his guys grasp.

He watched Reiner throw the ball, it was as if everything was going in slow motion. Eren's eyes scanned the area around him, Jean wasn't in sight! He was being blocked by another defender, there was no way he could get out of that.

"You can do this! I'm not giving up on you!"

Eren smirked as (Y/N)'s words echoed in his head, he pushed the defender behind him away, and reached his hand into the air; the football landing in his fingers.

Cheers erupted from the fans as Eren rushed down the field, he turned and spun around to avoid any contact from the players trying to bring him down.

"Go Eren! Go!" Jean yelled, running fast behind him.

Eren ran as fast as he could, he could feel the burning of his throat, his heart racing in his chest.

He was home free now, the end zone clear in front of him. Eren stepped into it and the crowd began to scream and cheer for him, he made it.

He got the touchdown.

"Yeah Eren! You did it!"

His eyes averted to (Y/N) waving and jumping in the stands, Armin was beside her yelling too.

He slammed the ball into the ground, it bounced to another part of the field. He looked at (Y/N) with a smile, his pointer finger directed right at her.

"Good fucking shit!"

Eren's teammates suddenly came around him, knocking their helmets together, or smacking their shoulders. Reiner even hoisted Eren up and shook him around a few times.

(Y/N) smiled in the stands, Eren actually pulled it off. She hadn't expected him to become this new person, but he actually was able to fix his mistakes.

"He did it.." she said, looking at Armin.

The blonde placed his hand onto her shoulder. "It's all because of you (Y/N)."

She giggled before turning her attention back onto the field where the players were celebrating, the whistles blew, meaning the game was now over.

"Trost wins!"

The students in the stands began chanting Eren's name, confetti fell from the sky, and the school's fight song was being played by the band.

Eren came over to the sidelines where the rest of his teammates were at, Coach Smith had a big smile on his face, Eren hadn't seen that look on him in weeks.

"I'm proud of you." he said, hugging Eren and patting his shoulder.

"Thank you coach.. I couldn't have done it without your help," Eren replied, looking at him with a smile.

Without warning, Eren felt something being poured over him and Coach Smith. It was cold… was it the water bucket?!

"Haha! Look at Jaeger!" Jean said, laughing as he handed the bucket to someone behind him.

Eren rolled his eyes as he took off his helmet. "You're lucky my helmet was on," he said, smirking.

"Eren!"

He turned his head to see Armin and (Y/N) coming towards him, he jogged towards the two and embraced (Y/N) in a hug.

"Did you see that?!" he asked, his voice full of excitement.

She looked into his emerald eyes, they seemed to sparkle almost. "Yeah I did! You did amazing!" she replied, putting her arms around his neck.

"I couldn't have done it without you.." Eren said, cupping her cheek.

Her eyes grew wide, "I'm proud of you, Eren."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto her lips. She felt her cheeks grow hot from it, she could also feel Armin staring at the two like idiots.

"Get a room!" Armin said, laughing a bit.

Eren pulled away to look at his best friend. "Yeah whatever, but thanks for motivating me Armin. I knew I couldn't have done this without you either," he said, putting his hand onto his shoulder.

Armin smiled, "No problem, Eren."

"Eren!"

His head turned towards the familiar voice, it was Mr.Zacharius coming over to him. He grew tense, what was he going to tell him?

"Mr.Zacharius! Good to see you," he said, looking at (Y/N) and Armin.

The man chuckled a bit. "It's good to see you too, congratulations! I'm proud of your improvement to the team, and I loved seeing you play today. I always knew you were a good kid," he replied. "Anywho, I wanted to give you this,"

Eren watched him hand over a folder, he wasn't sure what it was, but he decided to open it.

His eyes grew wide as he read the documents, it was an official statement saying that Eren was going to be entered in the 2022 NFL Draft.

"No way.." he said, his jaw dropping.

"Congratulations.. I'll see you in April!" Mr.Zacharius said, waving at him and turning around.

Eren stood there in shock for a moment, he was actually going to the NFL! His dreams were coming true and he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Well? What did he give you?" Armin asked, nodding his head.

Eren turned around with the papers. "I'm in!" he replied, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Armin and (Y/N) looked at one another with shock, happiness, and joy. (Y/N) was the most excited for him, it was a big opportunity for Eren, and she wanted to be there for it.

"Congrats!" she said, hugging Eren tightly again.

He put his hand around her waist. "Thank you (Y/N), I can't wait to do this with you and Armin by my side," he replied, kissing her cheek.

She smiled to herself, burying her face in his chest. Eren couldn't be happier with his life now, he did it, he made everyone around him proud and he couldn't wait for this next step for his future.

And he was going to do all of it with (Y/N) by his side.

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[thiswasinevitableid]

29 for indruck nsfw? i am already amused thinking about what sport either of them would play

Here you go!

29. I’m a professional athlete and I just fired my personal assistant and my manager sent you over but you don’t even know what sport I play or who my team is

When you’re in an aggressive profession it’s best, in Duck’s experience, to be as calm and friendly as you can the rest of the time.

But this whole shit-show is testing his fucking limits.

It’s been two days since he found out his perfectly fine P.A was working for the Wallstreet Journal, hoping to learn that Duck was somehow using his T or his identity to gain an unfair edge in matched. Ned fired him on the spot, thank god, but it took less than twelve hours for the guy to publish some fabricated piece on his attitude and for Duck to remember why he needed an assistant in the first place. He’s gotten so used to having one that he keeps forgetting stuff or dropping the ball on appointments, and the last thing he needs right now is to look like some stupid hick.

When Ned texts him to let him know his new P.A is en route, Duck groans “thank fuck” loud enough to startle the cat from her tree.

He goes to the door when someone knocks, but doesn’t open it.

“Who is it?”

“Indrid Cold? I, ah, Mr. Chicane said this was Duck Newton’s address and I’m supposed to start as his assistant tomorrow.”

Duck opens the door, “Fuck tomorrow, you’re startin today. I gotta focus on strategy with Minerva the next two days if I don’t wanna show my ass Friday night and it’s real fuckin hard to do that with people callin me left and right.” He guides the startled young man inside, then stops to take a deep breath, “sorry, lemme try that again” he holds out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Indrid.”

“Likewise, Mr. Newton.”

“Duck is fine. It’s a nickname. You bring your stuff with you?”

“Yes, it’s all in my car.”

“Good. Here, lemme give you the, uh, the grand tour, so to speak, on the way to your part of the place.”

Indrid smiles and nods, hanging back slightly as Duck leads him through the house. They cover the living room, kitchen, Duck’s bedroom, then come what was once the garage door.

“This here’s the gym; you can’t find me in the rest of the house, I’m probably here.”

“Goodness” The other man’s eyes widen behind his red glasses, “that’s an impressive array. I mean, I know professional athletes need to train but I, ah, I assumed you did it on site with the rest of your team.”

“Team?” Duck closes the door, spots Indrid’s fingers diving into his pockets to hide their twitching.

“Yes.”

“Which team?”

“Your...sports team?”

“....you got no fuckin clue who I am, do you?”

“No.” Narrow shoulders sag in his sweater.

Duck chuckles, “Figures.”

The silver haired head snaps back up, “Mr. Chicane didn’t say it was a prerequisite for hiring me.”

“Guess he didn’t. And I guess it ain’t. Just hoped they’d hire someone who knew what the fuck he was gettin into.”

Indrid crosses his arms, “They gave me a very thorough job description. I assure you I can do every part of it. Laying out your pre-workout and scheduling appearances isn’t rocket science, and it doesn’t matter if the dry cleaning I pick up is for a, a baseball after party or some sort of charity basketball fundraiser.” It dawns on the taller man that he’s just snapped at his boss. He contracts in on himself, staring down at his black converse.

Duck takes the chance for a more careful look; all of his clothes are second hand, chosen as if he’s cosplaying a jock who went into white collar work. There are piercing holes in his ears, flecks of silver polish on his nails. This job application was a hail mary and Ned Chicane went ahead and caught.

“No harm done, slim.” He rests a friendly hand on Indrid’s arm, “think it’s time I enlightened you.”

His office doesn’t get used much, so a sprinkling of dust greets them as he flips on the lights and reveals posters, magazine covers, and newspaper clips bearing Duck’s face. The gloves he used to win his first fight hang in a place of honor, right above the photo of him and the other fighters from Amnesty Boxing. It’s an older photo, taken the first time they sent a team out of state, sun-faded to the point the writing on it is disappearing. It makes him smile all the same.

“This does explain the set of instructions for helping you cut weight if needed.” Indrid takes in the posters, then turns his attention to the corner dedicated to Duck’s model ship collection. He cocks his head, says more to himself than Duck, “boxer. Interesting.”

“Were you just gonna bluff about knowin who I was until I said somethin?”

“That and look for clues in the rest of the house.”

He smiles, “Like a man with a plan b. C’mon, lemme show you your room.”

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Alright, so Indrid should have researched Duck Newton before turning up at his house so he didn’t come across as ignorant and unprepared. But he was busy running every Taskrabbit and UberEat he could get just to scrape up enough to keep his landlord off his back. Sue him for not wanting to sleep in his car again.

He never expected to get this job; live-in P.A who doesn’t have to pay for groceries (buy them, yes, since that’s one of his jobs) is not the kind of luck he’s familiar with. He keeps waiting for the catch, so nervous that when Duck pops in on him unpacking he assumes he’ll scold him for his wardrobe.

“I, should I buy some more professional clothes?”

Duck takes in the two duffle bags and backpack, “Up to you. I don’t mind you lookin like the little art punk you are, but a dress shirt or two might help if we gotta go somewhere real upscale. Don't worry about buyin it yourself; just use the same card we do for groceries.”

Indrid is still hung up on why the fact a man three inches shorter than him calling him “little” makes his chest burn. Luckily, the phone rings and distracts him. Then it rings again. And again. And again. All while the inbox doubles every time he looks at it.

This turns out to be the catch; the work is actually hard. Everyone and their uncle wants to interview Duck, get him to sponsor something, or proposition him. Four hours in, he’s overwhelmed, overstimulated, and ready to hide under the desk. His fidget necklace isn’t helping, so he pulls out his chewable one; it often helps him think in high pressure moments.

The phone rings again and he growls at it.

“You’re allowed to let things go to voicemail, y’know.”

He spins in his chair, black rubber moth still in his mouth. Duck leans in the doorway, tank top soaked in sweat and towel around his shoulders

“I, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to drop anything important.”

“Ned handles the fights and the money, and anyone I care about has my private number for emergencies.”

“Right. I knew that.” Indrid can’t have his boss thinking he’s a total space-case.

Duck smiles, “What I’m sayin is; ain’t the end of the world if you don’t get back to everyone right away. Besides, right now you need a lunch break, slim. Lemme go rinse off and I’ll join you.”

By the time Duck enters the kitchen in an old “NIN” shirt and jeans, Indrid has his protein bowl laid out for him and is finishing microwaving a hot pocket for himself. Before he can scurry away, Duck pats the seat beside him and Indrid sits down, preparin to politely listen to Duck talk about himself or his sport.

He talks for ten minutes about the trees he saw on his run that morning before asking Indrid what he did before coming to the house. Indrid explains about his art and his side hustles in tarot and palm reading, about the run of bad luck that saw him without roommates and lost him his steady gig at a coffee shop. Duck makes genuinely sympathetic noises, lets Indrid change the subject when the fact he was on the edge of disaster makes Indrid’s chest tighten. They’re still talking about music as Indrid returns to his desk and Duck goes to meet Minerva in the gym.

By the time Duck’s fight rolls around that weekend, Indrid is feeling much better. He has a system of sorting emails that works for him, some mothman stickers to help him organize the paper calendar on his desk, and more confidence in his ability to spot callers with ulterior motives. He’s shut down two separate ones looking to trap Duck into interviews where he’d be forced to defend his very identity. Duck overheard his responses to the second one and brought him back a fancy creme brulee latte from his breakfast as a thank you.

He doesn’t go to the fight; it’s a small one for charity and Duck has Ned to manage him, Minerva to train him, and Leo to coach him ringside. He doesn’t need his P.A. Instead, Indrid finishes up his correspondence for the day, makes sure Duck’s breakfast is all set in the fridge, and confirms the masseuse is coming in the morning.

Once in bed, Indrid gets sucked into the commission he’s doing and is lost to the world until a tired, satisfied face pokes through his door.

“Oh! Hello Duck. Did it go well? Do, ah, is there something you need from me?”

“Yep, I won like I thought I would. And nope; was just poppin in to say goodnight.”

No one’s said that to him in a long time. The bitterness of that realization is sweetened by Duck’s smile.

“Goodnight to you too, Duck.”

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Minerva is sick, which wouldn’t be a problem except for one part of his workout. He could skip it, but he needs to keep everything sharp for when they go to L.A.

“‘Drid? You got a few minutes?”

His assistant appears in the doorway, black jeans and white “Cramps” tank-top fitting him in a way that makes Duck want to hold him face down on the floor and find out how to take his breath away.

“What do you need?”

Duck points to the heavy bag, “You up for bracin this while I hit it?”

“I...I am not as strong as Minerva.”

“You don’t gotta be; this is just to keep the damn thing from swinging while I’m doin this speed drill.”

“Alright.” Indrid takes off his glasses and sets them on the folding chair, joining Duck, “how do I hold it?”

Duck shows him, does a few test punches to make sure he won’t send the poor guy flying. The round clock dings green, and he’s off. The bag wobbles for the first few seconds, then Indrid seems to find his footing and holds it stable enough for the drill to work. When the round ends, Duck steps baack, “okay, you can let go until the next round.”

“Goodness.” Indrid stretches his hands, “I feel for your opponents. I’m jarred just from that.”

“You need to stop? I got two more rounds at least, but if it’s hurtin you I caan skip ‘em.”

Indrid shakes his head, smiling, “nono, I like helping you with this. It’s exhilarating.”

The bell dings.

“Glad to hear it. Now brace it again.”

By the end of round three, Indrid is panting loud enough for Duck to hear him over the fan. He looks up, glove still on the bag, and finds them face to face.

“Minerva said three to five rounds for this. You wanna keep goin?”

Indrid, breathless and grinning, nods, “Can’t have you slacking off, now can we?”

Duck wants to bite his lip, just to see what happens. Blames the thought on the adrenaline. Then discovers the exact same thought waiting for him when Indrid, cleaned and in his most respectable clothes, joins him in the car to go to an interview.

Ned gave the P.A a list of likely questions, so they practice those as they creep across the Bay Bridge. But Duck notices that on both the trip there and back, whenever there’s a lull in conversation Indrid is on his phone reading about boxing. Duck knows the other man fixates on topics that interest him; knowing one of Duck’s passions has earned that distinction makes him smile.

After that, he starts inviting Indrid to watch him train, or shares his thoughts about matches with him. That’s all it takes for Indrid to start drawing him into long, animated conversations about his sport. When Indrid asks why there’s such debate over the proper way to wrap hands and also how does Duck do his, Duck demonstrates.

“Here, ‘Drid, now you try it on me.”

The P.A moves the wraps slowly, deliberately, moving Duck’s hand like it’s a priceless treasure he’s readying for transport. Every time he bites his lip in concentration or brushes hair from his forehead, Duck has to remind himself to breathe.

“Done.” Indrid is still holding his left hand, “Did I do well?”

The boxer tests the wraps, wiggles his fingers and clenches his fists. Then he squeezes Indrid’s hand, “you did perfect, slim.”

Duck can wrap his hands in his sleep. But whenever he’s home, he finds Indrid and asks him to do the honors. Indrid does them every time. Perfectly.

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Indrid stands in the green room with Ned and a cluster of arena employees. The roaring crowd a few walls away echoes through the screen. He’s never seen Duck fight, but this event required all hands on deck to handle P.R, scheduling, and making sure Duck had what he needed to win.

Duck and his opponent enter the ring. Touch gloves.

Indrid’s pulse climbs.

Then the bell sounds and no useful noises come through the T.V. Just the announcers shouting and being drowned out by the crowd. Indrid gives up on parsing the cacophony, focus only on Duck. He’s seen him practice, but in a true match he’s a different beast. His opponent is faster, that much is clear, but Duck is patient, steady, blocks and weaves until he can land blows that make Indrid hurt just watching them.

Duck is magnificent like this. Indrid has to draw him like this, has to capture this and keep it forever, he has to, he has…

He has a hard-on in the middle of the green room.

He sticks it out long enough to see Duck win and then bolts to the bathroom so it can be taken care of by the time the boxer is done with the post-fight interviews.

They go out to celebrate, and Duck never nudges Indrid aside to let someone more important sit next to him. And as the drive to the hotel, he nods off with his head on Indrid’s shoulder.

It only gets worse after that.

Duck will coax him into joining him for a run with the promise of a fancy breakfast. On cheat days, Duck orders food to the house or takes Indrid out to lunch, and somehow the thing he wants when not focused on macros is always the thing Indrid mentioned he’d been craving. He invites Indrid on hikes with him, starts taking him to all his events even though he seldom needs help or herding at them (“yeah, but it’s nice to have someone to crack jokes with”). And on days when Indrid needs to be alone, or wants to see other friends, Duck simply smiles and closes the door.

The most dangerous days are the ones without anything on the schedule. Then it’s all too easy for Indrid to pretend that they’re something they’re not while he draws at the table across from where Duck is building his model ship. Too easy to imagine that the water-wise garden Duck tends is something he put into their house, not his house that Indrid happens to live in. Too easy to admit that Indrid wants to look after him for no payment except being looked after in return.

Duck reciprocating his feelings is within the realm of possibility. Indrid’s caught him staring when he walks in on the P.A doing yoga, and the casual touches long ago made the leap from accidental to deliberate. He also knows that Duck can’t fire him--only Ned can--and hopes that might lead to the boxer slinging him over his shoulder and tossing him on the bed one of these days.

There’s also the tabloid site circulating a photo of them with a caption claiming he’s Duck’s “boytoy” in spite of them only being two years apart. They’re not even sitting that close in the picture; Duck’s just smiling at him like he’s the only thing in the world, that’s all.

Currently, he’s having an easier time keeping his feelings buried because--ever since they landed in Vegas-- Duck has been a dick the rest of the day. Well, as much as a dick as he can be; his offenses are mainly snapping at people and lacking his usual patience.

When he scolds Indrid over something silly in the hotel that night, Indrid turns and stares at him over his glasses.

“Duck, what’s wrong?”

“Wh-uh, fuck, nothing, why do you, uh, fuck, I’m fine.”

“You just snapped at me in a way that was completely uncalled for.” He crosses his arms, “is it the fight? I know it’s a big one but that’s no reason to be rude.”

Duck scratches the back of his neck, “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“I swear I won’t. Or, if I do, it will be after you leave.”

That gets a smile, “I’m uh, well, I’m what you’d call ‘horny as all fuckin get out.’”

Indrid’s immediate thoughts would solve the problem at hand while creating a new and far worse set, so he keeps them to himself and replies, “If need privacy, I can come back later and hold all your calls.”

“Nah.” Duck sits on the bed, “You’re not supposed to get off before a fight. Makes you too relaxed.”

“That strikes me as an old wives tale. Old boxers tale?”

“Either way, it’s one Minerva still believes. If I lose, she will ask about every possible cause, includin that one. Better if I just cat nap before I start all my pre-match stuff. Come get me in fort minutes?”

“Of course.” Indrid waves and closes the door before he offers to lay down in the hopes of Duck having a wet dream while holding him.

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Duck wins, though it’s a tough battle to get there. He fucking hates these Pay-Per-View fights, they try to make it sound like he’s got beef with the other guy. In reality, once he’s down from a knockout, Duck is the one who helps him to the other side of the ring.

There’s a flurry of press afterwards, of questions and congratulations while all he wants to do is shower. He gets clean, promises Ned they can all go out to celebrate later. As he and Indrid finally escape to his suite he’s forced to admit that--if the thoughts of hitting the “fire” button and fucking Indrid against the wall are any indication--his problem from earlier hasn’t gone away.

“Do you need me to see if I can get a masseuse up here? You look very stiff.”

“Just uh, just tense.” Why did he tell Indrid he liked those jeans on him? He’s worn them as often as he can since.

Indrid cocks an eyebrow, “Still pent up even though the fighting is done?”

“Yep.”

The P.A shakes his head, hiding a smirk, “Do you need me to find something for you to watch?”

“No.”

“I mean it, this place has all the good channels.” He’s so earnest, picking up the channel guide like it, rather than those fucking jeans and shirt with Duck’s name on it, has what Duck needs.

“No.” He growls.

Indrid sighs, sets the book back down, “This mood is annoying us both, so just tell me what kind of porn you want and I can go out and buy it.”

“Unless they got somethin called ‘boxer jackhammers skinny artist until he cries’ we’re gonna be shit out of luck!”

The P.A blinks, “Duck, this is Vegas, I can probably find that. Or look for it on your laptop…” he trails off when their eyes meet. Duck knows he must look like he’s ready to jump him. Indrid licks his lips, “Duck? What, ah, what exactly lead to this situation?”

“You really wanna know, slim?” Duck steps across the carpet, notices Indrid padding over the black and blue patterns to meet him.

“Yes.”

Duck removes Indrid’s glasses, “Had a dream about you while I was on the plane. Woke up havin just finished fuckin you open. First thing I thought was “no big deal, ‘Drid’s right here. We can do the real thing once we get to the hotel.’ Then I fuckin remembered that we couldn’t, and I know for damn sure that if I jerk off I won’t feel satisfied because you’re be over there” he jabs his thumb at the door connecting their rooms, “so close and completely outta my reach.”

“So keep me right here instead.” Indrid purrs, fingers tentatively finding Duck’s hips. The light contact splinters his self-control and he practically tackles Indrid onto the bed, kissing him as the taller man moans and paws at his clothes.

The kiss takes the heat off enough to clear the steam fogging up his head and sits up, “This really okay?”

“I would have said if it wasn’t now for goodness sake please get back down here.” Indrid yanks him forward by the front of his shirt, smashing their lips together. He’s humming and sighing every time Duck touches him, rolling his hips to display a quickly forming hard-on.

“Aw, sugar, you gettin excited just from kissin’?” Duck grinds down just to see him gasp.

“Y-yes. I, Duck, I’ve wanted this for months.”

The implication of those words slam his desire into overdrive, “You sneaky little thing, that why you kept runnin around in tight clothes?”

“Most of my clothes h-hang off me.” Indrid holds tight to Duck’s thighs as the boxer strips his shirt off, “but yes I, I did start wearing what you liked more often.”

“Ain’t that thoughtful. And what were you hoping would happen, slim?” Duck yanks his sweats off and kicks them to the floor.

“This.” Indrid’s eyes keep slipping down to stare at Duck’s dick.

The boxer strokes himself lazily, “like what you see?”

“So much.”

“Then how about a closer look, sugar?” He crawls up Indrid’s body to straddle his face. It looks even better than normal framed by his thighs.

“Do I get to touch too?”

Duck guides his hands onto his ass, “As much as you want. You gonna be sweet and let me fuck your face, or am I gonna have to hold your mouth open?”

Indrid opens his mouth instantly, a whimper creeping out of it as Duck strokes his hair. The sound morphs into a louder, but muffled, moan when Duck sinks down. He teases his dick against Indrid’s lips, drags slick across his chin, feels his jaw tremble with wanting to close. Duck shifts so his dick touches Indrid’s tongue, “get to it. Oh fuck” he braces a hand on the wall, “heh, didn’t know Ned screened for cocksuckin skills.”

Indrid shakes his head, brown eyes wide as Duck roughly rides his face.

“No? He didn’t make you demonstrate on some of the other fighters? Didn’t make sure you could make a whole gym cum to prove your mouth was good enough for me?”

“‘O” Indrid shakes his head again, silver strands sticking to the pillow as he kneads Duck’s ass in a way that makes him groan.

“Too bad for them. Because now they ain’t ever gonna get a chance.”

A whimper and write of the torso; Duck glances over his shoulder to watch Indrid buck his hips in the air, pre-cum clear on his crotch. His feet, still in their shoes, point and flex as he moans around Duck’s dick.

“You like that, don’t you sugar?” He threads both hands into Indrid’s hair, pinning his head down or pulling it closer as it suits him, all the while gently rubbing his scalp “like knowin’ that you’re doin well.”

A harder suck in reply.

“Then be a good little cocksucker and make me cum.” He holds his head down and let’s loose, grinding and grunting in pursuit of the heat that starts at Indrid’s tongue and is steadily curling up into Duck’s belly. The other man holds him tight, moaning and licknig and sucking until Duck cums on his mouth, the lasts bursts of it happening against a slackening jaw.

As soon as his legs cooperate, he climbs off and guides Indrid to sit up in his arms. His attempt to check on the other man is interrupted by a frantic kiss.

“I was gonna ask if you wanna keep goin’, but I think I got my answer.”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean please don’t stop yet. Please I, we can do whatever you like, we can do just this, you can drag me out on the balcony and fuck me in full view of the city-”

“Easy, slim, easy.” Duck cups his cheek, “let’s start with somethin simple. Get naked and get comfy on your back for me. I gotta go grab somethin from down the hall.”

His memory turns out to be spot on; the vending machine on this floor has toiletries, including condoms and a travel bottle of lube. He buys ten of one and three of the other, drops them in the pockets of his robe and hurries back to Indrid. Sprawled on the bed, he looks painfully vulnerable, like someone who got used to life kicking him and telling him to stay down.

It’ll be different when they’re together, Duck can promise that much.

“Seem to recall you wanting me to keep you here.” He grabs a handwrap, holds it where Indrid can see, “how do you feel about me usin this?”

“Extremely good. Oh, oh hello.” He laughs when Duck rolls down beside him to pepper his face with kisses. The process of trapping his hands to the headboard is prolonged thanks to their mutual need to keep kissing every five seconds.

“Now” Duck kisses his shoulder, “I didn’t bring any toys to fuck you with, so it’s just gonna be my hand.”

“You say that as if it’s a disappointment to me and not incredibly sexy.”

“Some folks don’t think you’re fuckin ‘em unless you use somethin dick-shaped.” Duck shrugs with a flicker of sadness from the last time he had that conversation.

“Tell me who insulted your body or your skills in bed and I shall stand outside their window with a megaphone informing them of how terrible their manners are and how they missed out on the finest man in the world.”

“That’d be funny” Duck leisurely kisses his belly and hips before sitting up, “but you’d have to get outta bed.”

“True. Ah well, a sternly worded email will have do OOOh, oohhhyes.” He wiggles his hips as Duck presses in the first finger, relaxing under his touch.

“Get the feelin you’ve done this before”

“Yes.” Indrid’s chest is flushed and Duck reaches up his free hand to play with his nipples.

“What’s the most you’ve taken?”

“Th-three, I believe. I, ah, I’m usually facing away so I sometimes lose track.”

“You're takin four tonight. Can’t believe anyone would wanna miss out on how you look when you’re getting fucked.” He teases the second finger to prove his point and Indrid’s mouth curves with bliss.

“My ass is many people’s type; my face not so much.”

“Fuck that.” Duck pushes the second finger in. Indrid arches, then sighs as Duck keeps working him open.

“I find it difficult to care what they thought right now. I, ahhhn, it’s much more fun to think about you.”

“About me…?”

“About right you’re doing right now and, AH, what we can do next. I do so want to sit in your lap in the hot tub back home.”

“Can manage that. What else?”

“I’d very much l-like to fuck you, however you’ll let me and, and I want us to do it right after you train some day, you look so good like thatAHgod.” The third finger is in and Indrid is now steadily pushing down on them, “and one of the times you get me to run with you I expect a blow job in reward oh, ohfuck” his eyes are wild and eager, “please do the last one, I’m ready, I want it so badly, please.”

Duck begins teasing the fourth finger, “Think all those wants of yours sound real good. You wanna know mine?”

“Absolutely. AHaahnnnahgod” The wrap tightens as Indrid clings to it, trying to stabilize himself as Duck fucks his hand into him hard.

“Soon as we get home, I’m gettin the strap-on and fuckin you for a solid hour at least. Gonna leave you so fuckin raw and relaxed you won’t wanna do anything but lay there, and you’ll goddamn get to because you’re mine and I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Duck” it’s a happy sob, Indrid’s cock bobbing in the air.

“Gonna take a trip somewhere private, just the two of us, and you’re gonna spend the whole fuckin time tied up, to the bed, a chair, whatever the fuck else I feel like so I can ride your dick whenever I want.”

“Yes.” Indrid is barely getting out words between his cries.

“And the next time you have the fuckin nerve to wear tight jeans the day I gotta fight, I’m gonna shove a vibration plug up that cute little ass and lock your cock in a cage so we can both be horny without bein able to get off.”

“Duck please, I’m close, please touch-”

He wraps his fingers around Indrid’s dick and works him over hard and fast, “Soon as I’m done with that fight, you’re gonna blow me in the locker room so I can focus on nailin your ass into next week when we get--ohfuck!” Cum hits his chin as Indrid gasps and squeaks, scratching at the wraps and the headboard.

If Duck ever loses his memory, he hopes this is the last moment to go; Indrid Cold, happy, safe, and satisfied while he moans Duck’s name.

Indrid is boneless as Duck undoes the bonds, though he rallies enough to pull the boxer into a hug so he can cuddle him like a teddy bear. He kisses his throat, feels his pulse even out beneath his lips.

“Duck? Does, ah, does this mean what I think it does?”

The phone rings right as he’s about to answer. It’s probably Ned, so he holds up a finger and grabs the receiver.

“Go for Duck. Yeah, yeah that’ll be fine” he nods as Ned explains the plan for their exclusive, late night dinner, “yeah, tell ‘em five; you, Minerva, Leo, me and” he winks at a beaming Indrid, “my boyfriend.”

[missskzbiased]

Getting a Roommate (4)

Soooo... I rolled my dices and Dice God choose Minho and Chan for this Love Triangle (I’m quite happy with the results actually), so I’m gonna start to focus on them more. 

This chapter has a lot of Felix because I like their friendship kkkkk Sorry

I’m not sure if She will end up with Minho or Chan, since I planned for Minho being her good friend at first. I’m getting fond of him now though So Who Knows?

Genre:  Fluff, Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Pairing: Minho X Reader X Chan

Word Count: ~5,1K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

       Changbin opened the door for you and shot you a confused look.

   “Felix is not here,” He told you and you looked at him pleading “Wanna come in anyway?” He said unsurely and you thanked him, getting inside. You stood there, in the middle of the living room, looking around, not knowing what to do now that you got there. What were you thinking? What if Felix couldn’t take you in? You should have texted him or something.

   “Thank you” You muttered and Changbin eyed you, sighing.

   “Did something happen?” He asked, sitting on the couch and patting it, so you would do the same. You were not sure what to say. Should you say you saw your roommate banging on your couch? Would He think you were just making a scene out of nothing? You decided to sit across him and eye him in silence “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it” He reassured you.

   “I… Well, it’s nothing really” You began to say, feeling embarrassed “I ran into my roommate having sex on the couch… Where I’m sleeping… And, well… Yeah” Changbin looked surprised at you and then disgusted.

   “It’s not nothing!” He uttered “That’s disrespectful! What an asshole…” He scoffed humorlessly. You looked at him gratefully, feeling a little bit less embarrassed and sighed, tired.

   “He didn’t even apologize” You pouted “He thinks He has the right to do it because He’s the one who cleans up… Minho said He cleans up really well so I shouldn’t feel bad about it… I guess I’m making a tempest in a teapot”

   “No, you’re not!” He assured you, resting his hand on your shoulder “You have all the right to feel uncomfortable with it, you live there too! If you’re sleeping on the couch He could just go to his room. He’s the wrong one here” You faintly smiled at him, feeling way better.

   “Thank you, I guess I needed to hear it” You confessed, “I felt wronged and He just ignored it!”

   “He sounds like a douchebag” Changbin stated, “What are you going to do about it?” He asked curiously.

   “I was thinking… Well, You can totally say no! And I haven’t talked to Felix yet, but I was thinking about asking him to let me sleep with him until I get my bed” You admitted, “I could even sleep on the couch or the floor, I don’t mind at all!”

   “Don’t be stupid, you can sleep on his bed!” He snorted “If He doesn’t want it you can keep mine, I’m alright with that too” You flashed him a smile and nudged him.

   “You’re nicer than I thought!” You grinned and He scoffed.

   “Thanks?” He asked giggling “So? What do you want to do now? I heard you’re going to our perform today”

   “Maybe I should study a little bit? I don’t know… Or I could come up with some kind of revenge!” You realized, excited.

   “I’m all ears” He laughed, getting more comfortable on the couch and resting his head on his hand, his elbow on the couch “What do you have in mind? You should lock him outside… Maybe glue his keys somewhere or put paint on his shampoo? I’m not good at this” He wondered and you felt your brain working harder, almost paining.

   “I should fuck on his bed,” You said suddenly and Changbin choked, coughing up so much you had to bring him water, worried He would just die there “Calm down, drink it!”

   “I don’t think it will be effective,” He said after He recomposed himself “You don’t feel good about him doing it on your couch but I’m quite sure He will get off to you if you just fuck someone on his bed” He advised, blushing.

   “Oh… I didn’t think about that…” You blushed, realizing your idea was indeed really dumb “So maybe… I could get on his way though… Hm, you gave me a good idea, Changbin! He will be so mad” You laughed evilly and grinned, thinking through your plan. Changbin eyed you concerned and let out a chuckle, deciding you were feeling good enough now and He could let you enjoy your mind by yourself.

   “Call me if you need anything,” He said before going to his room.

   “Hey, Changbin!” You called him, stretching your head so you could see him behind the couch “Thank you” You muttered under your breath and He smiled at you.

   “Anytime, Y/N” He shrugged.

   You laid there on the couch, watching Brooklyn 99 on Netflix so you could feel better till the evening when you would be partying as hell and forgetting all about your roommates. Han got home before Felix and shot you a surprised look, but didn’t say anything as he sprawled on the couch with you once He saw what you were watching. When Felix finally got home He watched as you and Han laughed about something on the screen, nudging each other happily and He chuckled before locking the door.

   “Y/N, are you trying to get my roommates to pick you over me?” He asked playfully and you looked at him smiling.

   “What can I do if I’m cooler than you?” You asked with a smug grin and He scoffed.

   “Why are you here though? You didn’t even text me, I would have come earlier if I knew you were here” He said, eyeing you suspiciously. You almost could hear him asking if you were into his roommates anytime soon, but was interrupted by the door opening again and a… Stunning Chan smiling to you guys. He was ready for the night, you noticed, his dark hair was pulled back in a messy hairstyle with some wild hair locks on his forehead and his eyes were shaded, highlighting them, and even though He looked cool, his smile showed his dimples and made him seem kinda goofy and cute. Before you could say anything He spoke, sounding excited.

   “Who’s hyped for tonight?!” He asked and Felix turned back to look at him.

   “You, clearly” He laughed and Chan laughed along, closing the door and laying his eyes on you.

   You felt small under his gaze, regretting your poor choice of outfit. You strongly believed college claimed comfy clothes since you would be humiliated anyway by the tiring classes and all the assignments you must do, you figured that being comfy was the only thing that could get you through this hell. Although now, with Chan looking at you sprawled on the couch with messy hair and no makeup, you wondered if you should change this from now on. Nah! You knew you wouldn’t.

   “Hey, babygirl” He greeted you with a smirk and Felix shot you a mischievous look, grinning like a cat “Are you going to come tonight?” He asked and you could see He was pretending to be cool and uninterested but the way He eyed you seconds later made you chuckle.

   “Would I miss a 3RACHA’s perform?” He giggled at your words and you saw with the corner of your eyes Felix freaking out silently at you, his back turned to Chan. Han scoffed beside you and you looked at him. He was looking at Felix, amused by your best friend to get nowhere near to subtle.

   “Hey, aren’t you going to get ready, man?” Chan asked Han and the boy whined, getting up and muttering a ‘yeah, dad’ to Chan, who laughed and sat on the couch. Felix came right after him, pushing you away from the corner and obliging you to be next to Chan. You narrowed your eyes at him and He grinned, proud at himself “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you guys a ride… We have to get there pretty early and you would be so bored to just stand there waiting for everything to start” He apologized to you both and Felix shrugged it off.

   “We already have a ride” You said, just to enroll in a conversation and Chan nodded “We will be getting ready after you leave… I will sleep here tonight” You didn’t know why you were talking useless stuff, maybe you were hoping Felix would use it as a fuel for real conversation, but Chan didn’t seem to mind your rambling.

   “Oh? Do you want me to give you a ride home later?” He promptly offered “I mean, is the ride a problem? Because if it is, I can totally give you a ride after”

   “She’s going to sleep here because she misses me so much” Felix answered mockingly and you laughed at him “But thanks for caring so much about her, mate” Felix grinned knowingly and you rolled your eyes. Would He ever stop embarrassing you someday? You doubt it.

   “Of course!” Chan scoffed “I care about my friends” He shrugged it off and you eyed Felix smugly. Felix snorted and eyed you back, mouthing something you couldn’t understand.

   “We’re ready” Changbin announced, making you look at them. They were cooler than you thought it would be possible. Changbin looked dark and charismatic and Han looked cool and chilled out, both of them had their hair messy and a smug grin that made you snort.

   “You guys look great!” You hyped them and Han grinned at you.

   “Please, don’t fall for me” He asked, hiding his face mockingly like He was some kind of superstar making you scoff.

   “I can’t fall for you if you’re already so close to the ground” You mocked him and He made an exaggerated gasp as if He was really offended. Chan stood up and helped them get their stuff, waving you goodbye and letting you and Felix all by yourselves.

   “He’s so into you!” He uttered and you nudged him “I care for my friends… Ha! As if! He never offered me a ride home!” He was happier than you, getting ready to ship you as much as He wanted “And I heard the babygirl! Hm? Babygirl? Really?” He nudged you this time and you laughed.

   “We’re just kidding! Last week I joked around and called him Daddy and He called me babygirl, it’s not something to hype about” You assured and Felix’s grin got larger, but then He got serious and you shook your head, encouraging him to speak his mind.

   “Why were you here anyway? You usually let me know when you’re coming to see me” He asked worried and You sighed, remembering your earlier fight with your roommates.

   “I caught my roommate having sex on the couch” You stated and his mouth agaped, chocked “Right where I lay my face if you wanna know” You told him all the story and Felix frowned.

   “What a bastard!” He uttered “But it’s good we’re getting out tonight! At least you can drown your sorrows on alcohol with me today” He reasoned and you couldn’t agree more.

   “It will be perfect because I will drink until you guys have to drag me out from there! And I will sleep on your bed and wake up tomorrow like the queen I deserve to be” You announced, proudly. You expected tonight to be really good to your humor because you couldn’t handle any other issues for today. You and Felix took turns to get ready, you started taking your bath and He followed right after while you were dressing up and doing your makeup. You went to the living room to wait for him to get dressed and decided to check yourself out in the mirror.

   You were hot! You acknowledged that. You were feeling good and comfortable and you smiled to yourself, your makeup was just enough to highlight your eyes and your mouth, giving you a sexy look and you liked it. You were feeling powerful. Your train of thoughts was interrupted by an excited Felix beaming at you.

   “Oh my god! You’re gorgeous!” He uttered with eyes shining “Turn around for me! I have to picture it in my head! The day Y/N got everyone breathless!” You cackled at that. Felix was so encouraging you just wanted to hug him and then push his head away, but before you could do it He turned around and grinned at you “So? What do you think?” He asked and you whistled at him.

   “You said I am breathtaking, but something must be wrong because you’re taking all my breath away right now, boy!” You cheered him “They better have an A/C there because you’re hot!” Felix busted on giggles, getting closer to you and pushing your shoulder lightly.

   “Stop it!” He said shyly and you scoffed at his bashful self, He looked at his phone and grinned “Let’s go! He’s almost here” You picked up your purse and followed him. When you got out of the building, you saw a familiar car waiting there. Minho’s car. You scoffed. How the hell did he figure out where you were? You opened your mouth to voice your thoughts to Felix, but He waved to the car.

   Minho’s car.

   He waved to Minho’s car.

   “Oh my god! Felix, Minho is my roommate!” You whispered to him and Felix snapped his head at you, surprised.

   “What? Couch boy?” He asked getting mad.

   “No! The other one” You rushed to say, almost seeing Felix kicking Minho by mistake.

   “Oh!” Minho let out when He saw you approaching “Y/N… Hm. Hi?” He smiled unsurely and you eyed Felix for help. That’s no need to say the ride was completely awkward. Felix sat in the front seat and you sat behind him in the car, watching Minho drive like He had no rush in the world. He looked at you a few times through the mirror and you averted your eyes.

   It wasn’t like Minho did something bad… Actually, He just let you sleep on the couch, He wasn’t banging someone there as far as you know. Maybe you were a bit hard on him? While you wondered about talking normally to him, He decided to break the ice, “Hm… Your bed arrived today” He said and He sounded like a lost puppy “I figured you wouldn’t want me to call you for now so I didn’t… But if you want to come back home you can…” He eyed you through the mirror and you smiled faintly at him. He was thoughtful enough, right? “I already put it in your room… I even made your bed…” His voice was getting lower and He decided to shut up, feeling embarrassed. You saw Felix’s shoulder trembling, probably holding a laugh, and you decided to take pity on Minho, smiling at him and laying your head on your palm before saying.

   “Oh, yeah? What a good boy” You joked and He seemed to brighten up.

   “So you’re coming home with me?” He asked hopefully and you snorted.

   “No, tonight I’m gonna sleep with Felix” You answered “Also, I don’t wanna see Hyunjin yet” You frowned, thinking about how to handle your other roommate since He was an asshole.

   “We talked it through and I’m so sorry I wasn’t on your side earlier… You were totally right to be mad and even if the couch gets really clean He should have done it on his bed since you were sleeping on the couch” He spoke fast, afraid to say something wrong and blow everything up. You nodded content at him and Felix sighed in relief.

   “Thank god! I was afraid that you guys would be like this all night” He confessed. You laughed at that and looked at Minho. You didn’t notice it before, because you weren’t really looking at him but He was looking good tonight and now that He relaxed He gave out a smug and sexy aura that made you snort, He was so ready to get laid tonight “Now I can talk to you normally, Y/N” Felix continued, “How are we going to get you laid?” He asked genuinely, stretching his neck to look at you.

   “Let me go, Felix” You rolled your eyes “I don’t want to fuck Chan” You said and Felix grinned like He just found a pot of gold.

   “I never said his name” Felix stated and you blushed “So you want to get in his pants! I knew it!” He laughed “I know you so well…”

   “Are we talking about Daddy?” Minho asked amused and then scoffed “She totally wants to get in his pants” He agreed and you sank in your seat.

   “You know about the Daddy thing?” Felix asked surprised, looking at you again.

   “He heard me calling him Daddy” You explained shortly and Felix gaped.

   “You called him Daddy in front of your roommates? Oh my god, He must have been so turned on! I can’t believe I wasn’t there to tease you!” He whined.

   “Worst” Minho snorted “She yelled it in the middle of the street!” And Felix cackled.

   “I can’t believe it! You horny bitch” He laughed and you kicked his seat from behind.

   “I’m not a horny bitch!” You whined, “We were just joking around!”

   “If He asks if you want a ride home I will say you want to ride him” Felix decided and Minho chuckled amused.

   “Don’t you dare!” You threatened him “Oh my god, Felix, if you get close to saying anything remotely like this I will never speak to you again!

   “Cool down, babygirl, I would never embarrass you like this” He assured you mockingly and you scoffed.

  “Yeah, right” You crossed your arms on your chest “You embarrass me all the time, you ass”

   When you got to the bar they were performing you felt excited. You got out of the car and clasped your hands together, looking eager. Felix chuckled and nudged you, happy you were so hyped. As for Minho, He eyed you surprised. You were looking really good, He noticed and He forcefully pushed away that thought. Was He supposed to look at his friend’s legs? He didn’t think so. He averted his eyes from your body and his eyes met Felix’s, who was smugly grinning at him.

   “Y/N is looking so hot today, right?” He said knowingly and Minho cleared his throat.

   “I wouldn’t say hot… But you look really pretty” He assured. You pouted at that.

   “Hey! I’m hot enough” You whined and Felix side-hugged you.

   “You’re more than hot, you’re on fire, don’t listen to him!” He eyed Minho disappointed “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, We should ask Chan! He will agree with me”

                                                            /////

   You had already drunk more than enough by the time 3RACHA finished to set up their stuff. You didn’t have a chance to talk to them because They were really busy moving around and getting everything done, They didn’t even see you guys on the crowd yet. The music on the background was some dancing pop stuff and you watched as people danced like there was no tomorrow.

   “Don’t you think that’s enough?” Minho asked you as you drank one more shot.

   Honestly? You weren’t even hearing him. Felix laid on you, chuckling, and hugged you drunkenly, lazily shaking you side to side trying to dance to the music, but way out of tempo. Minho scoffed as both of you tried to move around, drunk enough to look like toddlers learning to walk. He tapped your back and offered you his seat, but you denied it, leaning on Felix.

   “Wanna dance?” You yelled to him and Felix shot his head up like you had said the smartest thing He ever heard.

   “Minho, Let’s dance” Felix yelled at him and Minho raised his palm, silently denying “Your loss!” He grabbed your hand and tried to guide you through the crowd but both of ou just stumbled around, trying to get a good spot to dance. Minho eyed you guys, laughing at your sloppy dancing moves and your giggling self. He couldn’t hear what Felix whispered in your ear, but it must have been a bad idea because your eyes litten up in determination. The music suddenly stopped and Chan started to hit the microphone lightly to check it.

   “Hello? Hello?” He tested it and He seemed to be satisfied with it.

   When everyone felt silent, expecting what He was going to say next, you shouted, your curled tongue making difficult to understand what you had said, but the crowd being silent enough to everyone, including Chan, hear you.

   “You’re so hot, Daddy!” You yelled and Minho busted out laughing. Felix beamed, shaking you proudly as you chuckled drunkenly. Minho could only imagine how much you would regret it tomorrow, but for now, you seemed okay with it.

   “Thanks, babygirl! You too” Chan said shyly and the crowd cheered for you. Changbin and Han gagged nudging each other and Chan scoffed, getting back to their perform. He introduced the group and talked a little bit about the song they were going to play, but you couldn’t really understand it as your mind was far gone already. Felix guided you back to Minho and He nudged his friend, getting a chuckle as a response.

   “She did it!” Felix cheered and Minho scoffed, agreeing “Y/N you’re so going to get laid!” He high fived you and you leaned on Minho, tired.

   “Did you see me?” You asked smiling and Minho grinned at you, patting your head.

   “You did really well” He assured and you smiled in a goofy way, resting your head on his arm since He was sitting and you couldn’t reach his shoulder as you were standing next to him. Felix whined something you couldn’t hear and poked your arm so you could pay attention to him.

   “I’m going to the bathroom” He notified you and you nodded.

   “Do you wanna sit down?” Minho asked you.

   You raised your chin and rested it on his arm, looking into his eyes wondering something. Minho patiently looked back at you, waiting for you to say something, but you seemed to have forgotten his question as you started to giggle with no apparent reason.

   “He called me hot” You stated, giggling and Minho scoffed.

   “Yes, he did” He agreed, rubbing your back gently.

   “Hm….” You contentedly hummed, grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him closer. He got up from his seat and held you closer, letting you rest your head on his chest “You’re so warm…” You mumbled against his chest and He chuckled at you, finding your drunken self quite funny. You were too cute, mumbling stuff and giggling around, not focusing on what He was telling you and Minho found himself grinning against your hair, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

   “You’re so gonna regret it tomorrow” He snorted and you laughed along, not really understanding what He was saying but glad to be there. He patted your hair and you hugged him tighter “What’s up?” He asked, eyeing you, but you just nuzzled your head against his chest like a cat. He bit his lip to suppress a laugher.

   “Do you think I’m hot?” You asked, raising your head and looking him straight in the eye.

   “I think you’re cute” He answered and you pouted.

   “So I’m not hot” You whined and your whine turned into a sob and then you were sobbing sadly on his shoulder. Minho got startled at that. What the fuck was happening?! When you tried to raise her head so you could look her in the eyes, Felix got back and frowned.

   “I leave her with you for a minute and you make her cry?!” He fumed, taking you away from his arms. You hugged Felix and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

   “He called me ugly” You said sadly and Minho arched his eyebrows, surprised.

   “No, I did not! I said you were cute!” He defended himself and you pouted looking back at him. Felix didn’t seem to be understanding anything anymore, so He just shrugged it off and hold you tight, looking at 3RACHA performing. Minho sighed in relief. What if a drunk Felix just decided to fight him out of nowhere? He eyed you shaking and He got worried. Were you crying because you thought He found you ugly? You suddenly busted out giggling.

   “You said I’m cute!” You teased him and He snorted at you. He should go out with you more often if it meant seeing you drunkenly say random stuff.

   “Yes, you are” He agreed and you grinned at him happily.

   You wished you could pay attention to the songs They were singing since the crowd seemed really into it but you noticed that you couldn’t understand anything anymore, so you just stood there hugging Felix wishing you could just fall asleep. You couldn’t point out what time it was but 3RACHA made their first pause and the boys got next to you.

   “Oh my god, She’s wasted!” Changbin looked at the boys, concerned “Shouldn’t we bring her home or something?” Felix scoffed at that and raised his hand.

   “She’s right here, guys, I found her” He announced and rested his head against yours, giggling.

   “Oh my god, He’s wasted too” Changbin slapped his own face “How much did they drink?” He asked Minho and Minho shrugged.

   “More then I can count” He admitted, “I told them to stop, but they kept drinking”

   “It’s better if you take them home, dude” Han said to Minho and Minho agreed.

   “No! I wanna stay” You yelled and They got startled.

   “Babygirl, you need to go home” Chan told you calmly, cupping your cheek.

   “You said you would give me a ride!” You accused him, letting Felix go and standing in front of Chan, pouting “But I think I wanna ride y—“ Before you could complete your sentence, Minho cupped your mouth and pulled you against him.

   “She thinks she wanna ride home!” Minho yelled suspiciously, widening his eyes and pressing your head against his chest so He could shut your mouth “That’s awesome then! I will get them home safely”

   Changbin helped Felix on his way to the car and Minho helped you, feeling relief wash over him. You would feel so embarrassed tomorrow if you knew you almost told Chan you wanted to ride him. Minho let out a chuckle and Changbin eyed him suspiciously.

   “Did you drink?” He asked just to be sure.

   ���No, I just remembered her shouting and saying He was hot” He lied and Changbin chuckled at that.

   “She will cry if she remembers this” He stated and Minho agreed, laughing.

   “I will make sure she will remember it” Minho scoffed and laid you and Felix down on the back seat, helping both of you with the seatbelt. He drives you to Felix’s place and helped you out to get to his door. He asked Felix about his keys, but the boy didn’t respond so He started searching for it by himself.

   Minho couldn’t believe his luck.

   “Felix where the hell is your keys?!” He whined, trying to support both of you while searching for his keys on his pockets.

   “It’s in my pocket” He muttered, almost sleeping on the door and Minho rolled his eyes.

   “It’s not in your pocket, think about it!” He urged, wanting nothing more than going home.

   “Oh! Y/N’s purse” He said suddenly and you snapped your head up.

   “What purse?” You asked and Minho sighed. You were literally holding your purse. He took it from your hands and searched for the keys, but He couldn’t find it. Great. Just great.

   “Let’s go home” He whined, trying to guide both of you back to the elevator.

                                                        ////

   Minho sighed in relief when He dropped both you and Felix on your new bed, feeling his shoulders hurting from supporting you both. He eyed you guys and wondered how he could let you comfortable.

   “Guys, lay down on the bed” He asked, hoping you were capable of doing this at least, but none of you moved “You will wake up with a backache” He warned you, and still no response. He groaned. Why the hell did He agree to be the sober one tonight?

   He tried to pull your legs so all your body would lay on bed instead of just your back and it kinda worked out. He tried the same thing with Felix and felt satisfied with his results, it was a messy scene, but at least you would wake up without a broken bone. He watched you pull Felix closer and rest your head on his chest and soon He cuddled you, snoring.

   “Good night” He said before closing your door and getting to his room to get a deserved rest.

                                                          ////

   Felix woke up in a strange place.

   When he opened his eyes He could only see a ceiling that wasn’t his and some posters and photos hanging around, without really seeing their contents but realizing He wasn’t at his room right now. Oh shit, I got laid? He thought lost, eyeing around. He finally realized someone was hugging him and He stared down to see the girl He spent the night with even though He couldn’t remember a thing.

   “Holy shit!” He yelled, rolling to the side and falling from the bed when He noticed it was you. You got startled and shot your eyes open, looking around in alert, trying to figure out where you were and what was happening “Oh my god, my head!” He cried out, reaching for his head and sitting on the ground, confused “Y/N I think we had sex!” He told you alarmed and you eyed him feeling lost.

   “Shut up, my head is hurting” You whined, grabbing your head “How the fuck would we have sex if we’re on clothes, you moron? Are you out of your mind?” You asked, noticing you both were fully dressed.

   Felix seemed to notice it as well and he sighed in relief, putting his hand on his chest.

   “Thank god” He said as he laid down on your floor “Where are we?” He asked.

   “We’re in my room” You said confused “Shouldn’t we be at your house? How the hell did we get here?”

   You both got up and got out of your room, cringing at the bright light on the corridor. You whined and closed your eyes, hoping you could get to the kitchen without stumbling.

   “Hey, hey” Minho said concerned when He saw both of you groping the walls to guide yourselves. He helped you both to the couch and brought you a glass of water and some pills that you took gratefully “There, there” He hummed, rubbing your back.

   “Oh? You’re sitting where I rub my ass?” Hyunjin’s voice made way to your brain and you whined, too tired to fight with him.

   “Shut up” You asked, resting your head back and Felix did the same.

   “They’re wasted” Hyunjin scoffed looking at Minho.

   “Let them rest a little bit, They will need it” He assured, snorting.

[il-papa-patata]

Cinnamon Bread

Swiss pretends to be asleep while Mary feeds a stray cat that came in through the window.

Domestic fluff, stray cats, fake-sleep, oh my god they were roommates, Mary is Special Ghoul AU

Rated T for nudity and sexuality

Cut for space

It can't be later than six am, but he wakes up to Mary speaking quietly.

it's a lovely morning -- a Sunday, which meant doing absolutely fuck-all; warm and summery -- you could smell summer on the air, the smell of grass and leaves; and the sun, shining through his apartment window along the now-rumpled bed. Mary wasn't one for making the bed in the morning, but then neither was he.

Mary was... well, more and more, he was a cuddler. And it was kind of sweet, Mary's long foot finding the inside of his ankle at night, hands tucked against his chest so bent Swiss sometimes worries that he'll break his wrists. The soft sound of Mary's breathing, always with its soft, telltale rasp. The more comfortable he got, the more Swiss might expect him to touch during the night, and wake up with Mary draped over him, or even a few times, wake up to Mary kissing him gently and sweetly before smirking and telling him, "I'm hungry."

But today is different. There's something magical in the air, the way the sun shines or perhaps the smell of overnight rain, or maybe the fact that Mary stands at the foot of the bed, absolutely naked, and holding a cat.

Swiss blinks. Doesn't dare move.

Mary's body is long and lean, although the man isn't very tall -- he's got these thighs, though, and these arms, and an ass that fits in Swiss's hands perfectly. He shifts, swaying his hips as he holds the cat to his chest.

"Well, then," he says, in his articulated voice, a voice that hit certain syllables with just a little bit of force, like ocean waves against the side of a boat, "Let's feed you, eh? Bet Switzy has some tuna."

The cat stares up at him, its long face inquisitive. It's a sleek thing, a swirled tabby, warm brown.

It leans up, and flicks its tongue against his sharp jaw, forcing giggles from Mary. Mary sticks his tongue right back out.

That's... adorable.

Mary chuckles, wandering out of the bedroom, bumping his forehead with the cat's, "You look like a piece of cinnamon bread."

The cat meows, and Mary play-bites the cat's cheek, saying, "You'd be good with butter, Mr. Cinnamon Bread."

Swiss doesn't move. Even though he wants to get up, and come behind Mary and kiss his nape, pull out the tuna for him, say good morning. Swiss lies there, under the heavy cotton blanket, and just listens.

"If I were him," Mary hums, "Where would I put... the tuna."

The cat meows, and Mary says , "Oh, you want down, huh. That's fine."

The sound of little paws on their -- er, his -- hardwood floor. Then of cabinets opening -- it's the one beside the sink, down below, he wants to say. The sound of the cat prancing around.

And then the cat, leaping onto the bed and onto his chest.

Swiss panics for a moment, the cat happily kneading at his chest --

Mary runs in after the cat and Swiss just has to pretend to be conked out.

"Cinnamon bread," he chides, voice quiet, a little edge. Swiss hopes his fake-sleep isn't too noticeable -- he's always been a bad actor outside of dancing, hopes it isn't too noticeable that he isn't breathing right. "I know he's comfy to sleep on, but he needs to rest."

Mary scoops the cat off his chest.

"Very rude, Herr Zimtbrot," he scolds, his voice sounding like it's turned away, "You know I want to cuddle him too, but he was out late last night."

"Band practice," he sighs overdramatically when the cat meows, acting like the cat was asking him more. Swiss is glad Mary's facing away because he's pretty sure a grin is plastered across his face. "Didn't even invite me. Said I should 'spend some time relaxing.' Hmph. Then he's got the fuckin' nerve to come home so sleepy it's adorable, and-"

Mary's voice goes a little soft, quieter. "And it was... nice. To take care of him. He's so... nice to me, so... it was- good, to help him shower. Tuck him in."

It was nice. To come home and have Mary cuss him out when he fell into his arms, but still drag him into the bathroom and run the shower over him. Mary didn't ask if he'd fucked anyone, but Swiss had been ready to say -- I didn't -- even though band practice could turn into a bacchanal real easily. Even though he had definitely seen Copia's arm around Aether and Dew's waists.

Mary had cussed him out the whole time, but he had even washed his hair, thin fingers precise, loosing it from its near-permanent bun. It's still loose and damp around his neck, now, drying in the morning sun.

The cat meows again. Mary must settle on the edge of the bed, perched lightly. Then there's a long moment, his face tightly steeled into sleep-blankness, where Swiss doesn't know exactly what happens.

Swiss feels Mary's lips touch his skin -- just lightly, just right above his eyebrow, the barest little touch.

It takes goddamn everything not to leap up and kiss this man silly. It takes a second everything to keep his face, his breathing even.

The cat meows again, a little more insistently.

"Okay, okay," Mary huffs. "Tuna."

Swiss has to let out a shaky exhale, like the moment after getting offstage. Has to touch the place where Mary kissed him -- resist the urge to flutter his feet like an entrechat, grin like a maniac. Mary might have pulled the door behind him but it wasn't closed all the way, and the cat could barge in again and expose his ruse.

Mary finds the tuna with an exclamation of "Aha." Then the sound of the can opener -- the kind of shitty one he has, but it's better than Mary taking one of his knives to the can (Swiss shudders at the idea of a knife wound while naked, Mary's usual blade sunk deep into his femoral artery)

Mary does come back in, and Swiss has to pretend again to be asleep. Relax your brow, people don't usually sleep with their brows clenched tight, you look like one of the kids in the creche when they're playing hide and seek right now-

Mary lingers, again, perches again on the side of the bed. Takes Swiss's hand where it lays -- keep it limp -- and gently strokes his thumb over the knuckles.

"Switzy," Mary calls.

He's not really sure what to do. So he just... lies there longer.

Mary harrumphs gently. Leans in further. "Switzy-baby," he singsongs, still rubbing his thumb against his fingers. Leans in closer.

It's like he's missed an entrance. Like he isn't sure if he should wait until the next measure or just go in, try to catch up.

"Schweizerost," Mary tuts, and then whispers, "If he doesn't wake up in two seconds I'm gonna kiss him 'til he can't breathe."

Well. That certainly decided that.

Mary's lips meet his. Of the many, many attractive things about Mary, his mouth had to be at least top five of the list. He was a good kisser, a little wild -- when they first started kissing, Mary used to leap right into heaviness, but these days he was slowly edging from gentle little pecks to full, open mouthed kisses. Swiss has to admit it got him going more than anything -- Mary's hot breath, how gradually there was more teeth, more tongue, until they were wanton and spit-stained, the both of them.

It's hard to not kiss back, especially when Mary runs his tongue over the seam of his lips, snakes a soft hand under the heavy cotton blanket to stroke at Swiss's bare inner thigh.

Slowly, Swiss allows himself to return the kiss. To respond to that devilish tongue. To place his own hand on Mary's firm ass, give it a squeeze.

Mary giggles, then, and pulls away. When Swiss finally opens his eyes, Mary is there with a smile that twists his face into something young and joyful, the morning sunlight caressing his sharp cheekbone.

"Good morning, Switzy. Are you gonna sleep in all day?"

Swiss swallows, missing the weight of Mary intensely, "What, do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"Mm," Mary hums, stretching his arms above his head, definitely showing off a little. Mary is very elegantly put together, albeit in a way that looks like he's cut out of clay. Swiss worries a little too much about how much of his ribs he can see at any given time. "Nah, if you're up for something, I can make it. You still look tired."

"I thought you refused to get up early," Swiss says.

"Well, if it wasn't for you, I would wake up at ten. But someone forced me to get some rest last night and now I'm wide awake."

Mary puts on a pair of loose pants -- Swiss's pants, ones that were worn and unwashed -- over his bare legs, stretching up again, showing off those arms but still, those ribs.

"What do you want? Eggs? I could get more dressed and go down to the kitchen and see if Aether's made pastries."

"Eggs sound fine. Thanks," he smiles, sitting up. It's weird to feel his hair down against his neck.

"What are you going to pay me, for my loving breakfast in bed?" Mary grins, sauntering over in a move Swiss can only recognize as a burlesque move, lot of hip-shimmies. It looks very good in the soft silk-cotton of his harem pants. Mary perches again, kind of too angular to be feminine but becoming something else entirely.

"I dunno," Swiss says, smiling and pulling himself inwards to rest his head on one of his knees, staring at Mary, "What do you want?"

"Got a lot of ideas," Mary snarls, a grin spreading along his face, exposing sharp canines. It's unfairly attractive, and Swiss reaches out a hand to worry the divot underneath his ear, to which he gives a huffy little laugh.

The cat strolls in, licking its teeth joyfully. Mary notices his eyes shift away, and he turns-

"Shit," he yelps, jumping up from the bed and scooping the cat up, hiding him from view.

Swiss wonders what to say at this point. If he should play very dumb or just a little dumb, or just come clean that he was awake longer than Mary might think.

"You wanna bring that slice of cinnamon bread over here?" He settles on. Better to be truthful.

The color that rises into Mary's cheeks is very cute. "When were you- when did you wake up?" He sputters, brow furrowing. It looks like Mary might really be mad about this. Swiss winces.

"Since you decided to feed him," Swiss admits. The color only redoubles on his cheeks.

"I can't believe you let me do that!" he whines.

"It was nice," Swiss smiles, "Like a dream. I wake up to you talking gently to a cat, your glorious ass nude in the morning light, like- That's a dream! I've had that dream!"

Swiss doesn't miss the way Mary's mouth twitches up, almost - kind of - a smile. "You were eavesdropping."

"On you and a cat," Swiss says, "And you were so sweet."

Mary turns, harrumphing as he strides to the open window and gently sets down the cat. "I'm sweet all the time."

"Mmhm," Swiss agrees, reaching for the hair tie on his nightstand, pulling his hair away from his neck.

Mary whines, "Aw, there goes your pretty hair."

"Still here, just away from my neck," he laughs, "I liked you taking care of me too. Thanks, if I didn't say it enough last night."

"You said it about thirty times, so you're fine," Mary says, scratching the cat's chin as it prepares to depart again, looking back at him, "I'm still mad at you."

Swiss smiles, rests his head on his knee again, "Will you forgive me if I make you those potatoes you like?"

Mary's face brightens. "Fuck yes-" he schools his face back down, "Er, I mean- You're still going to have pay me for the rest of breakfast."

Swiss laughs and finally gets up. He's just as naked as Mary was, and Mary watches him come over with open lust on his face.

"Hi, big boy," Mary says, kissing the cat's head one more time before it leaves, hopping from the windowframe, "This my payment?"

"Down-payment," Swiss says, pecking his lips before going to pull on a pair of boxers and a shirt. "I'm making you potatoes."

Mary laughs, throws his head back. "Love those deliciously fried potatoes."

"Come keep me company, then, if you want them to be the best I ever made." Swiss pulls him close by the waist, coaxing him over to the right answer.

Mary just kisses him again.

[snarkysboys]

Chapter Two (part one): The Boys

When Danielle awoke that morning, she could feel a dull ache in her lower back and tail bone. Likely, a nasty purple bruise was already budding across her underside. She groaned and rolled over, reaching out her hand to pry her phone off the table-side charger, but came up empty. She then recalled having lost her phone the previous night. And then she recalled him. The immense, vigilante, sword wielding turtle. Her eyes shot open and she pulled herself grudgingly up to sit on her tender tailbone, her plump comforter splayed along on her lap. Doubtless to her was his existence, as her memories had yet to deceive her at this young age. She wholly dismissed the option of it being a figment of her slumbering subconscious as well. As she replayed the nights events again in her head, she was left with the resentment of not acquiring the anomaly’s name, if he had one, before he disappeared over the rooftops and, presumably, her life. She was doubtful of them ever having a second encounter.

 Danielle rolled her legs off the bed to stand wearily, her tender muscles aching under the weight, and began her journey to the kitchen. The coffee pot was her immediate priority. Billy was already awake and seated on the couch, engaged in a morning talk show. “Morning Dans.” She smiled chipperly, eyes still on the television. Danielle could only grunt a response, never breaking stride. Once everything was set and the coffee began to brew, Danielle hauled herself up on the counter across the machine to wait, her legs and head gently swaying downward. Suddenly, a glint singed her eye as something reflective on the dining room table caught the sunlight to dance on her retina. Danielle focused her attention only to discover it was her cell phone and wallet neatly stacked on the table.  

“Hey!” Danielle exclaimed, hopping off her perch. She grasped her cell phone, bewildered, and noticed a few red splotches now decorated her mint wallet.  

“Oh yeah.” Billy piped up from behind. “I found those out on the deck this morning. You probably shouldn’t leave that stuff out there in case it rains, yo.”  

“I didn't. I’m pretty sure I dropped these last night by the van.”  

“Huh.” Billy stopped to think a moment. “Well guess your guardian angel was looking out for you in more ways than one.”

“Yeah no kidding. Come to think of it, it could have been bad news if the cops had found my things by the crash.”

“Ah yeah, for sure. I wouldn't have been able to bail your poor ass out either.” She snickered. Danielle took a seat at the dining table turning the phone over in her hands, the freshly brewed coffee effectively forgotten. The phone was cheap but durable considering only a few small scuffs now graced the screen.

A few minutes of contemplation and then, “Well, now I can call off work with my own phone.”

Billy smiled devilishly. “Playing hooky?”

Danielle held up one of her bandaged hands. “Gonna have a hard time making pizza’s like this”  

“Valid point”

-----

Danielle’s freshly charged cell phone read 1:53 am. She was standing outside in an alleyway a couple of blocks from her apartment. In one hand, she held a ziploc bag filled with chocolate chip cookies she coaxed Billy into baking. In the other, she held a dual pet-food dish filled to the brim with cat food. Danielle had that whole two birds, one stone mentality. She placed the food dish on the ground as three alley cats had already come out from hiding to circle her feet. “Hey buds, who's hungry?” She surveyed the felines, crouching beside them. “Looks like we got Clubs, Bartleby and Snowman tonight.” She gave the only friendly cat, Clubs, a few pats and a smile before standing and resuming her trip further into the deserted alley.

Danielle took a steadying breath then tentatively shouted out. “Uh... Hello! Renegade turtle guy?! Uhm. If you’re around, I’d like to speak with you.” She couldn’t help but let out a light sigh. This was truly a silly plan on her behalf, but she was unsure of a better way to initiate a second meeting with the turtle man. Ridiculous as it was, she knew she had to at least try. “Hello!! Listen, I know you’re like a superhero or something and probably save people all the time, but I like...I dunno...wanted to thank you, if possible.” Her voice trailed off at the end of each sentence. Her outset confidence was strong though continuously waning with each subsequent word. The night air was still. The only other sound was that of the cats feasting a few feet behind her. Danielle stood planted in that alley for another twenty minutes, periodically shouting up toward the stars in hopes that the proper recipient might somehow hear her in this enormous cityscape. After a while, Danielle squatted down with her back along one of the nearby walls and pulled out a homemade cookie to snack on. In between bites she kept up her feeble messages, discouragement starting to weigh heavily on her shoulders. Little did she know a couple dozen feet above her stood four ninjutsu seasoned terrapins debating whether to answer her calls.  

“So, which one of you is she referring too?” Donatello asked as he adjusted one of his elbow pads.  

“Okay I swear it’s not me.” Michelangelo quickly jumping to his own defense.  

“Like we’re gonna believe that.” Raphael crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the youngest brother. Mikey feigned a look of dismay but then immediately put his hands up in surrender.  

“Honest Raph. I’ve been busy all week getting caught up with this new monster comic Donnie got me. It’s about this race of skinwalkers that forms an allegiance with these mole people to-”  

“It was me.” Leonardo curtly cut in. Everyone turned to look at the leader who, in turn, locked his eyes at the girl down below. Raph opened his mouth to counter but Leo continued, “While I was on patrol last night, I came across a solo Kraang droid as he was driving somewhere. I followed him to see what he was up to, but he spotted me and started shooting. I deflected one of the shots back into the tire and it spun out of control, nearly taking that girl along with it. So I helped her out of there.” The other three turned their attention back downward.

Danielle raised her head to the sky again, “Turtle guy I swear I won’t tell anybody about you! I just want to talk.... shit.. I just kinda screamed that for the world to hear. Well, most people would think I’m crazy anyway!” At this point, she shouted that mostly just to reassure herself. And perhaps she was crazy. Sitting out in the darkest hours of night and screaming at rooftops did seem like a particularly crazy thing to do. At this rate, she wagered someone would soon be calling the police on her for public disturbance.  

High above her the bulkiest of the turtles snorted and turned back to his older brother, “I dunno Leo. She’s kinda cute. Maybe you should go down and say hi.”  

Mikey instantly crashed in, his cerulean eyes glistening, "Can we Leo? Please, please please! We could totally always have more friends!!"  

Leo stole a sideways glance at his brother, debating the whole situation. It was always dangerous, for all parties involved, to allow more people into their families' inner circle. Coupled with this, she had such an unprecedented interest in him that Leo was simply unfamiliar with. She did not immediately alert to him that she was a threat. He could rule out her being a member of the foot as her lack of fighting skills against the Kraang was proof enough of that. But his unwavering doubt still lay heavy on the leaders’ shoulders. Even if she wasn’t a physical threat, she could be someone who wanted to trap him and reveal his secret identity to the city, as Master Splinter had warned humans might do. It was always a gamble and Leo had been taught not to bet on his family’s safety if he could help it.

Again, the four brothers heard her voice cutting through the air. “I have a thank you gift! My roommate made some homemade cookies! I don't know if you eat those but I just thought-” Her sentence ran into silence as she didn’t know how to continue. The last of her energy surrounding this plight was depleted and she was ready to throw in the towel.  

“Cookies?” Mikey said. The other brothers all quickly snapped their attention to the youngest, but it was too late. “I love cookies!” He exclaimed as he excitedly launched himself over the lip of the building, sliding down the fire escape.  

“Mikey!” “No!” “Stop!”  

[scxrlettwxtches]

stop poking me | lee taeyong

Request: 33 and 53 with taeyong please 💖💖

Genre: college!au, pure fluff y’all aren’t even ready

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: ~2.5k

Prompt:  “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” and “I’m flirting with you.”

A/N: wow! i was so excited to write this prompt that i finished way quicker than i thought i would hahaha. it is a little shorter than usual, so sorry about that! as always, i love any type of feedback on my writing or if any of y’all wanna chat, my ask box is open! enjoy! <3 

It was quite a nice evening outside.

The weather was exactly how you liked it; not unbearably hot, but still warm, with a light breeze that kept the air from getting too stuffy. You could hear people out and about, taking advantage of the good weather to go out and have fun. Oh, how you’d give anything in that moment to do the same.

But instead, you were stuck inside your apartment, rushing to finish an essay worth 40% of your final grade.

Well, you weren’t exactly rushing. Most of it was actually done much earlier, but being the perfectionist you were, you weren’t going to submit that paper until you were sure it wouldn’t receive anything less than a 94%. A feat, that you learned to accept, is awfully difficult as an English major.

With your windows wide open, you sat on your bed comfortably, a computer on your lap and a large bottle of green tea on your bedside table. You didn’t even bother changing into anything that morning, so you were still in your pajamas.

You were so wrapped up in your work that you didn’t even notice someone entering your apartment. It wasn’t until you heard a gentle knock on your open door and a head with a set of pink, fluffy hair peeked in that you realized you weren’t the only person in the apartment anymore.

“How’s everything going?” The man asked quietly, as if trying to avoid disturbing your train of thought.

“Everything’s going fine,” you sent Taeyong what was probably the fakest smile in existence.

Taeyong made a noise, looking at you with an amused expression on your face, “Really. Have you even moved at all this whole day? You’re still in the same exact position as when I left for dance practice.”

“That’s not a lot of time.”

“Y/N, I’ve been gone for five hours.”

You hesitated, because he had a point, “Well, I’ve taken breaks.”

Taeyong laughed, “Of course you have,” he looked into the hallway, “You want me to fix you something to eat?”

“Aren’t you tired? If you’ve been gone for five hours, that means you practice overtime again, didn’t you?” you looked at him pointedly.

“I’m a bit tired, but I have to eat a little something anyways so I could just make yours as well.”

Relenting, you smiled gingerly, “If it’s not too much trouble then. Thanks, Tae.”

After he left your door and headed to the kitchen, you put your laptop on the bed, rubbing your eyes and stretching out your limbs. God, he was right, you probably haven’t moved at all since you started working early afternoon. Your legs were tight and sore, and your joints made popping noises.

As you stretched, you began to think about the man currently outside making you (and him) a snack. Your relationship with Lee Taeyong was interesting to put it simply. You met him in the your first year of college when the landlord sorta screwed up and accidentally put both of your names to this one apartment. It was quite a shock when you open the door to find a very, very handsome man already unpacking his things.

After realizing what had happened, the two of you eventually decided to just stay in the same apartment. It was definitely a harder decision on your part, but from what you could see, Lee Taeyong was a very respectable man. When discussing the option of living together, he immediately set rules to respect your privacy, something you were very grateful for.

Over time, the initial awkwardness faded as the two of you began to realize that your personalities actually got along quite well. The boundaries began to blur soon after, the living situation soon changed from just interacting briefly when you cross paths to coexisting almost like a married couple. You knew his schedule and he knew yours. When the two of you were free, movie nights under a fluffy blanket were always a wonderful way to kill time together.

Looking at your laptop, you pinched your cheek, telling yourself to stay concentrated on finishing the goddamn essay. As you worked, you could hear Taeyong chopping along in the kitchen, humming to himself. It was all a very calmly relaxing atmosphere and you found yourself actually working more efficiently than you did earlier.

He returned to your room not twenty minutes later, but this time holding a plate of food. He came over to your bed and set the plate down on your bedside table.

“I made your favorite sandwiches,” he said, turning towards you with a gentle smile. Ruffling your hair, he gave you a couple words of encouragement before leaving you to work, “Good luck!”

Munching on the warm sandwiches, you continued you work, reviewing your essay over and over. As you continued, you could hear Taeyong bustling about the apartment, eating his own snack, cleaning the kitchen, and then groggily dragging himself into the shower. Throughout that hour or so, neither of you talked to one another, Taeyong probably holding himself back so to not distract you. Despite the silence, it was nice to know that someone was around, and open to company if things really got too stressful.

However, it seemed that the quietness in the atmosphere got too boring for your roommate, because he eventually wiggled his way back to your room. Pointedly ignoring him as you scanned your fourth paragraph, the bed shifted as he crawled up, looking at you with those large, doe eyes.

“Y/N…” he whined, grabbing one of your unused pillows and clutching it to his chest adorably.

Not looking away from your work, you answered absentmindedly, “Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“Good for you,” paying him zero mind, you took another big bite of your sandwich. Taeyong had these occasional moods where he’d get clingy, like extremely clingy. If you were being honest, it was absolutely adorable, but you were busy and you really couldn’t devote any time to play with him.

From the corner of your eye, you watched him frown and curl up in a ball on your bed. Thinking the conversation was over, you put your full attention back to your essay until you felt a finger poke your side.

Sending Taeyong a strange glare, you elected to ignore it. However, your lack of retaliation only made him more stubborn and he began poking your side more frequently.

“Taeyong, stop it.”

“No.”

“Oh, my god, you absolute brat,” you sighed, but you could feel your resolve breaking. Taeyong continued to bother you, his poking now even more intense than before, “If you don’t stop, I will literally kick your ass.”

Apparently, he took that as a challenge, because he began poking you with two fingers now.

“Taeyong, cut it out!”

“No,” he said, adamant, “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Oh, you little-” you’ve had enough at this point. Reaching behind you, you grabbed a pillow and flung it at Taeyong with the arm strength of a baseball pitcher. The pillow smacked his side hard and he let out a wheeze, backing away.

With an evil grin, he yanked the pillow from you, ready for revenge. You only had enough time to move your computer to your bedside table before pillow hit you face first with a soft thump. You raised your hands to block your face, backing up on the bed before you felt another pillow on your left. Quickly, you snatched the extra pillow and began your counterstrike.

The two of you fought it out like cats and dogs until Taeyong decided to forego the pillows entirely. He pounced on you, and with a shriek, you managed to grab his arms so he didn’t completely crush you. The two of you wrestled wildly on the bed, although your weak, exercise-lacking limbs were no match for Taeyong’s dance-trained, sleek muscle.

Soon, you lost the original vigor you had, and Taeyong immediately latched onto that advantage. With a surge of strength that really showed how much he was holding back before, he overpowered you, pushing you under him like a leopard stalking its prey. Panting slightly, you looked up, and the moment of peace in between your play wrestling made you suddenly aware of the position the two of you were in.

Taeyong’s face was only inches from yours, some of his hair falling into his face as he looked down at you. You lay on the bed, Taeyong practically straddling your waist, and both your arms were above your head, pinned down by one of Taeyong’s annoyingly large hands.

Now, you were quite a touchy person, and so was Taeyong when the two of you were alone. Casual hugs and cuddles were nothing out of the ordinary. But this, this whole atmosphere was a part of your relationship that neither of you have explored. And judging from Taeyong’s hooded gaze, you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Wriggling your hands, you squirmed to get free, but Taeyong’s grip was firm.

“Uh, Taeyong?” you prompted him, moving your hands. However, the man paid you no mind, staring at you as if in a trance. Using his other hand, his fingers tickled your cheek, sending sparks flying in your brain and your face turning pink, “What are you doing?”

Taeyong didn’t quite seem to have his usual control over his own words and actions, because he replied in a dreamy, awed voice, “I’m flirting with you.”

Despite the aura around the two of you at that moment, you did not expect Taeyong to actually come out and admit that to your face. In that second of shock, you gave a very intellectual reply that was similar to a choking seal, “W-what.”

Your stuttering destroyed the mood and snapped Taeyong out of whatever stupor he was in. Realizing what he had just said, he practically flew off you, taking shelter in the farthest corner of your bed. He gave an awkward smile, “It was just a joke, sorry about that.”

Taeyong was great at many things, but he was a horrible liar, “Mhm. No, it wasn’t. You were flirting with me?”

“Um, maybe?”

This was not information that you had expected to receive that day, “You were really flirting with me?”

Taeyong’s face was beet red, and he looked quite stressed out that you kept repeating his confession, “Yes, I was!”

“Like for real?”

“What does that even mean?” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you getting so caught up on this-”

“Were you flirting seriously or were you just flirting to have fun with my reactions?”

That was apparently not the question Taeyong was expecting. His embarrassed expression was immediately replaced by one of curiosity, and actually a little hurt, as if the idea of him toying with your emotions was offensive, “Why would I ever do that?”

You curled your legs in and hugged them closer to your chest, “I don't know,” you mumbled, embarrassed and a little guilty for even asking. It wasn't as if you doubted Taeyong; he's never been anything but genuine with you, but you didn't want to open up the box of feelings you had for him if he wasn't serious.

“Y/N,” he sighed, leaving his safe place at the corner of your bed to approach you, “I've liked you for two years, ever since you stayed up all night with me at the dance studio just so I wouldn't feel lonely. After that day, I've never been anything but serious about loving you.”

You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

His smile was beautiful, “Really.”

With a happy laugh, you jumped at Taeyong, throwing your arms around his neck. He let out a shocked grunt, but reciprocated your hug eagerly. You could feel his hands rubbing your back gently as you held him tight, smiling into his neck.

“I kinda know your answer already,” Taeyong spoke softly in your ear as his hands began to caress your hair, causing chills to run down your arms, “but would you humor me and say it out loud?”

Giggling, you pushed yourself away from Taeyong to look directly into his eyes, your hands on his shoulders and his on your waist, “Lee Taeyong,” you said honestly, “I love you.”

A smile erupted on his face as a light blush colored his cheeks. Pulling you close, your forehead bumped his as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You replied without hesitation, whispering cheekily, “You don’t even need to ask.”

After a kiss that turned into a light make out session, you were back at your work, but this time with Taeyong laying happily on your thigh. He hummed a familiar tune as he rolled around, taking a peek at your writing.

“Hang on,” he frowned suddenly, “Wasn’t your paper supposed to be six pages?”

“Um, yeah?” you answered, uncertainly.

“Don’t you already have six pages?”

“Yeah?”

“Then aren’t you done?” he asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I was done awhile ago but I was just checking-”

“Awhile ago?!” Taeyong exclaimed, “You’re telling me you’ve been done all this time?”

You looked sheepish, “Well, I’ve been checking my work and stuff but…” you trailed off.

Your (now) boyfriend shook his head, “Y/N, you gotta turn it in. There’s no use in sitting on it until the last minute.”

“I’m not sitting on it,” you said defensively, “I’m just-”

“Tell me,” he sat up, “have you actually made any real changes to your paper in the last hour?”

“No, cause we’ve been kissing for half of it,” you retorted.

Taeyong ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “You know what I mean.”

You didn’t answer him, because now that you think about it, you really haven’t actually done anything to your paper after you finished it. With a sudden surge of resolve, you sighed, and exported it as a pdf, submitting it to your teacher.

“There,” you looked at Taeyong pointedly, “it’s gone.”

He grinned, “Great! Now let’s go out!”

“Go out?” you laughed, “Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m never tired if it’s hanging out with you,” Taeyong said sincerely, before blushing slightly, “Especially since today would be our first date, right?”

God, the power this man had over you. Immediately, you flushed pink as you stammered, “Y-yeah, I guess it will be.”

“So?” he looked at you with his large, doe eyes, “You wanna go out?”

You had a day off tomorrow, so why not?

“Sure,” you kissed his cheek as you slid off your bed, “Lemme go get ready.”

[princessren6]

Slow Dancing in The Dark.

(Star Wars College/Triplet Au, Kylo and the reader used to date in high school they broke up their junior year of school and left each other torn up, Here they are 2 years later at the same party.)

(Song for the fic: Slow Dancing in The Dark. By:Joji)

You’re laying with your head hanging off your bed, you look towards the cable box watching the time flash.

10:45pm

“Why are we going to this party again?” You look over at Rey your dorm roommate.

“Because I promised Finn I’d go and Poe wants to see you again.” She smirks putting her hair up in her signature three bun style. The tan romper she chose to wear compliments her complexion and her frame very well.

You still haven’t chosen an outfit. Honestly you don’t want to go to this party. The odds of Kylo being there and finding you were very high, It’s been two years since the break up and you still choke up if you think about it for to long.

You wipe a stray tear and pick a simple black cocktail dress with a low back. You hold it up to yourself and nod. “This’ll do.”

“You’re going to look so hot! Can I do your hair and make up?” Rey excitedly ask.

“Sure” you laugh and shake your head maybe tonight won’t be so bad.

<In the Solo-Organa house>

“You guys can go without me.” Kylo says, he’s laying on Ben’s bed in nothing but a pair of shorts.

“It’s literally your best friends party.” Ben says combing his hair back and putting some kind of gel in it.

“It’ll be dumb if you don’t come.” Matt says, he’s fully dressed sitting in a chair by the window. His outfit is simple a super Mario t-shirt and black jeans.

This is what the boys do, whenever they have somewhere to go they pick a room and get ready in there, today it was Ben’s room.

Kylo gets up, stretches then shakes his entire body out as if he was getting rid of all the negative energy inside of it.

“What’s the likelyhood of (Y/N) being there?” Kylo ask out of curiosity and to see if his brother still talk to you.

“I don’t know I think Rey is going and Rey drags (Y/N) everywhere with her. Last I heard they went on a double date with Finn and Poe.” Ben says and shrugs his shoulders.

A date. You went on a date with someone else. Kylo’s brain is on overdrive. Did you like him? Did he kiss you? Did he touch you? Oh god did he fuck you? He lets out a low growl before calming back down.

“You losers look like shit.” He says to his brothers and walks out to go get his clothes from his room.

“Why do we take him anywhere?” Matt ask from behind his 3DS.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Ben says and buttons up his navy blue shirt.

You walk in to the party with a look that can kill. The dark glam make up paired with the braided bun updo that Rey gave you make you absolutely stunning.

“You look super hot.” Rey says smiling and patting herself on the back. She flags Finn and Poe down throwing herself in to Finn’s arms kissing him leaving you and Poe awkardly standing in front of each other.

“You look great” Poe says rubbing his hand on the back of his neck trying his hardest not to stare at you.

“Thanks you look good too” you say with a smile and look around for the kitchen. You’ve been in Hux’s house many times but you always forget the layout when you’re in it.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” You say to Rey as you make your way to the kitchen, once there you pour yourself a Jack and Coke. Once satisfied with the amount of liquor in your red cup you move to find somewhere to sit.

Hux runs up to you with his stupid shit eating grin.

“(Y/N) what a pleasure I didn’t think you’d come, giving the guest list.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Nice to see you too Hux.” You say coldly and try your best to get out of this conversation.

“I do believe you’ll have a wonderful time, enjoy.” Hux’s tone of voice worries you it’s as if he has something planned. You give him a nod and find your way to an empty couch in the corner.

Kylo pulls the car in to Hux’s driveway even with a house full of people his “Best friend” made sure to save a parking spot of him.

“Solo boys, go in have fun don’t start trouble.” Ben says looking at Kylo the entire time. Matt laughs getting out of the car without a word.

“Fuck you Ben I’m not going to go in there and fight Poe. (Y/N) and I broke up years ago. I can’t do anything about that.” He says and gets out the car.

“He’s gonna do something fucking stupid.” Ben says to himself as he gets out. The boys look at each other then at the door.

“Now or never.” Kylo says under his breath. They walk in together and everyone cheers.

“There goes keeping a low profile.” Kylo rolls his eyes and makes a direct b-line towards Phasma and Hux.

“Glad you made it.” Hux says in a condescending tone

“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood for your drama tonight.” Kylo puts his hands in his jacket pocket. His black leather jacket complimenting the dark attitude he’s giving off.

“It’s a party, you look like you’re dressed for a funeral.” Phasma says looking Ky up and down. He’s wearing black from head to toe, his jacket, his shirt, his ripped jeans and his boots all black.

“I always dress like this. It’s not new.” He says leaning against the wall looking in to the crowd of people.

“Looking for someone special?” The voice makes Kylo cringe. It’s Nina the reason you and him aren’t together anymore.

“Actually I am, you’re not it.” He says coldly returning his gaze to the crowd.

“Oh come on Ky don’t be like that. We had a fun time together.” She smirks and try’s to snake her arm around his neck.

He grabs her hands and puts them at her sides.

“No no you were a drunken mistake that cost me the love of my life so would you kindly fuck off!” He yells almost above the music causing Nina to jump and scurry away.

“Love of your life?” Phasma and Hux say in unison.

Kylo rolls his eyes and walks to the back door, he goes out in to the backyard and decides to sit on the porch smoking a cigarette.

Ben was the first to spot you, he smiles to himself you still look the same just sadder for some reason, he walks over to the corner where you’re sitting.

“Hey! (Y/N)” You feel yourself begin to smile as you get up to hug him. It’s been two years to long. You were really close to Ben and Matt when you were dating Kylo but after the break up your relationship with them suffered aswell.

“Benny! You look great.” You smile, he sits with you and the both of you start to catch up. Eventually Matt makes his way to the couch falling next to you and laying on your shoulder.

“I have no idea why I come to parties I hate them.” Matt says casually and smiles up at you.

“I guess seeing my best friend is a plus.” He laughs and leans his head on your shoulder as his way of hugging you.

You sit there talking to Ben and Matt for what feels like hours. Rey finally finds you and plops on your lap she’s been drinking you can tell.

“(Y/N)” she says in a sing songy voice.

“Yes Rey?” You laugh and hug her.

“You left me, well I wasn’t alone you left Poe though” she says and giggles. You only went on that one date with Poe and he didn’t even kiss you not that you wanted him to.

“Rey there’s really nothing between Poe and me.” You say and shrug your shoulders Matt’s head lifting and falling when you do.

“That’s a bummer I’m not gonna tell him that though I think he really likes you, I’m gonna go find Finn find me later.” She says and gets up disappearing into the crowd.

2:14am

You’re walking though the crowd trying to make your way to the bathroom. You reach the stairs quickly stopped by a pair of muscular arms in front of you.

“(Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N)” Poe says in a faintly disappointed tone his arms are crossed over his chest. He’s standing on a step above you making him look down at you.

“I’m tired of playing this cat and mouse game with you.” He says and laughs. He’s been drinking you can tell.

“What are you talking about Poe?” You say as sincerely as you can not wanting this situation to get out of hand.

“You tease me and I chase you. It’s like this over and over again.” He says getting closer to you face.

“Poe I have to use the bathroom.” You say trying to get past him. He pushing you against the wall on the staircase.

“(Y/N) you owe me a kiss” he smirks and try’s to kiss you. You avoid the kiss trying to push him off of you.

“Poe please stop.” You struggle against his arms.

“(Y/N) come on baby, one kiss won’t hurt you, you might even beg me for more.” He laughs leaning his whole body against you.

“HEY SHE TOLD YOU NO BACK OFF!” You hear a familiar deep voice, you look up to see Kylo grabbing Poe off of you.

“Wa..watch it Solo.” Poe says reluctantly.

“Back off Poe. I won’t tell you again.” Kylo spoke with such a fire. You missed it.

Poe runs off.

Your eyes stare at the space between Kylo’s feet, something you always did when you were nervous.

“Hey? What’s eating you?” Kylo asks knowing you and the little quirks you have.

“Ky I...” You’re cut off by a familiar beat.

The electronic melody runs through your brain bringing flashbacks of you screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs in your room.

“Shutting me out you (shutting me out of you)

Doing so great (So great, so great) You”

Kylo’s eyes find yours, he felt it this song meant something to you the same way it meant something to him.

You did shut him out but he deserved it.

God you look so beautiful right now.

He puts his hands on either side of your face.

You lean your head to the right laying in his hand.

“Used to be the one to hold you when you fall

Yeah, yeah, yeah (When you fall, when you fall)

I don't fuck with your tone (I don't fuck with your tone)

I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)

Can it be one night? Can you? Can you?”

That line hit home with you, You were always the one that held him when he fell, every fight with his father,

Every time He was afraid of his own demons.

You were there picking up the pieces of your broken boyfriend.

“Give me reasons we should be complete

You should be with him, I can't compete

You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well

Can't you see?

I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)

In the dark, dark In the dark, dark”

(Post to long had to cut it in half will release the rest soon) @bad--bad--man

[jobethdalloway]

Sapphic September Challenge! Day 4: ““Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”

Pairing: Hevelyn (The Incredibles 2)

Someone disposable. Something harmless. Nothing that would call too much attention to her or her plans.

The paper boy looked like he might’ve been walking around wearing kooky glasses he’d sent away for, courtesy of a comic book ad. It took him less than ten minutes to walk to the drugstore, steal a box of Good & Plenty, and return to Evelyn’s new apartment. When he knocked on the door to give them to her, she took the glasses along with the candy and sent him on his way.

This was her tenth successful venture with hypnosis. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up the first few times, sure that a mistake had to be coming, but it was all going like clockwork now. Vengeance was finally within her grasp, if not in the immediate future. Evelyn chuckled at her own genius, throwing herself onto her bed. Now it was time to formulate. She should’ve had more faith in her own abilities; it hadn’t occurred to her to start planning this far ahead because she hadn’t been sure the mind control would really work. But it did. And now she could make those damn skippy Supers pay. 

At times during her experimenting, a doubtful voice would prick its way into her mind to tell her she was crazy for thinking her plans could work. Now the voice was going at her a different way, attacking a far more sensitive spot:

You know what you could do with this, don’t you? 

Yes, obviously. End Supers for good.

Or...you could take back the worst mistake you ever made. You could bring her back, and make sure she never left you again. Make her yours, forever, and you could make her give up the superhero act, too...

Evelyn sat up. Goosebumps were prickling her skin as she thought back to her first encounter with Helen Parr--well, Helen Truax back then...

New Year’s Eve, 1955. 

It had been Winston’s idea to host a party while their parents were out of town. Not that the Deavors’ would’ve minded some kind of soiree, but Evelyn was sure he felt freer to be more loud and obnoxious in their absence. As far as Evelyn was concerned, there was far too much pressure to enjoy oneself on that holiday, and if she had her way she’d have just stayed in her bedroom all night long. She just wanted to be alone, but the sounds of the raucous party downstairs made that difficult. Going out was another option, but she doubted she’d be able to find a place where she could be left alone. 

It was around 11:00 when she thought it might be quieter outside, at least. She made her way to the second story balcony, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. She took a drag on the cigarette; it was much more peaceful out here. Music was still wafting her way but at least she couldn’t hear the partygoers. 

At least, not until--

“Phew! Mind if I join you out here for a sec?”

Evelyn turned to say she minded very much, but then she saw who the drawl belonged to and fell suddenly mute. The girl sauntered towards her in red slacks and a silver top, wearing a dazzling yet unassuming smile. She sat herself down next to Evelyn, mimicking her posture: legs dangling between the bars of the rail, leaning back and resting her weight on her palms. Evelyn was aware that she was staring and felt her heartbeat starting to race, but she couldn’t will herself to look away. 

“You’re Win’s sister, aren’t you?”

Lord have mercy, at least she could still speak: “How’d you know that?”

“Oh, he’s very fond of you, y’know,” the girl said. “Also, your picture’s up all over the house. Your folks must be fond of you, too.”

“How do you know Winston?”

“Let’s call him a fan. I mean, a friend. I’m Helen.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow but decided not to push it. “Helen...hello. I’m Evelyn. Um, happy New Year’s.”

“Same to you! So, what’s got you out here instead of dancing the night away with all the other cool cats at this party, huh?”

At this, Evelyn scoffed and could finally look away. “Did Winston send you up here to get me?”

Helen sounded genuinely surprised. “What? No! Truth be told, I needed some space myself. It was gettin’ too crowded down there for my taste and I needed a breath of fresh air. This is quite a place your folks have got! I didn’t see this balcony was occupied until I opened the doors. And now I’m sitting here and I’m thinking, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all on your lonesome up here?”

For the life of her, Evelyn could not remember the last time she had blushed- or, for that matter, the last time someone had called her pretty. She’d been told her hair wasn’t short or cute enough for a pixie cut, and that it made her look mannish. Her mother severely disapproved not only of the hair but of her taste in clothes, which was none too feminine, and which Mrs. Deavor strongly suspected was one of the reasons Evelyn had graduated with an MRS degree. 

“Mom, I know your heart is in the right place but Smith is a women’s college!”

“I know that, I know, but there are some courses open to students from other schools nearby, some of which do in fact allow men to register! Please, dear, just keep an open mind.” 

“Oh, trust me, my mind’s plenty open already.”

Helen’s voice drew her out of her reverie. “Evelyn? Hey, anyone home?”

“Yeah, sorry, um... yeah. Winston’s much more of the social type than me. Throwing the party was his idea, and I’m not enough of a killjoy to have stopped him. Although trust me, it was tempting.” She nodded at Helen. “What’s your deal, square? You a party girl?”

Helen laughed, and Evelyn hated that she had been cursed with the propensity to fall in love and fall hard at the drop of a hat. “Square? You think I’m square? Check out that hog down there.”

The lights from mansion’s windows shone bright on a line of partygoers’ cars, and Evelyn followed Helen’s gaze to a motorcycle sandwiched between two Buicks. “The Indian?”

“Fire Arrow, newest model.” 

“Is it your boyfriend’s?”

“Ha! Now I’m starting to think that you’re trying to insult me!” Helen chuckled, and Evelyn grinned. “The bike is mine, and incidentally, I’m flying solo these days.”

Evelyn gasped for dramatic effect, but her surprise was genuine. “Well! What’s a pretty girl like you doing single?” 

The response was another airy laugh, but Evelyn was watching closely for the smallest signs of betrayal - hollowness, tenseness, a brief widening of the eyes that would indicate Helen had been asked this a lot and was tired of hearing about it. Maybe Evelyn was projecting, but she could swear she saw her own tiredness reflected in Helen’s lovely face. 

“Listen, you find a guy who wouldn’t mind taking the backseat on my bike and maybe then we’ll talk.” 

Evelyn scoffed and mashed the cigarette on the balcony. She wasn’t drunk, but she’d had enough of the whiskey to get brave - reckless, in someone else’s words - and she had talked her way out of enough scrapes barking up the wrong tree that she felt it was time to throw caution to the winds again. 

“I leave finding guys to other women. It’s not something I care to take up my time with.” She took a sip of the whiskey, emboldened by the way Helen was looking at her. “If you’re interested in finding someone to ride behind you, though, I could maybe think of someone.”

Helen drummed her fingers for a moment before inching them closer to Evelyn’s hand. “Ever ridden a motorcycle before?” 

“Mm-mm. Always thought it looked neat, but learning to ride a car seemed easier.” She sighed and took another sip for bravery. “That’s human nature, I guess. Bet you get a more satisfying ride on that bike than you would a car, huh?”

“Oh, top quality,” Helen said fervently. 

“Now see, that’s the trouble with most people. We choose ease over quality. I did that for years before I...” Evelyn paused when Helen’s hand covered her own. “Before I had a particularly persuasive roommate who made me realize life is supposed to be the other way around. The good stuff is sometimes the hardest to get. You know what I mean?”

Helen nodded. “I’ve never been a girl for taking the easy way out. Whaddya say, Evelyn? Wanna ditch this party and go for a ride?” 

She moved to stand up at once, her legs weak. “God, yes.” 

They made their way back downstairs, where Evelyn’s main goal was to avoid being seen by her brother. Fortunately the party had gotten crowded and rowdy enough that it was very easy to avoid being detected. Evelyn ducked outside while Helen went to track down her jacket. 

But it seemed Evelyn hadn’t gone quite as unnoticed as she’d hoped. She was zipping up her own jacket when she heard a young man from the party call out to her. He’d followed her down the front steps, probably intoxicated, and not at all deterred by the look of disgust on her face. He stumbled over to her, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, baby, you gonna ditch the Deavors’ already?”

“Buddy, I’m giving you to the count of three to take your hands off me. One, two...”

“Aw, c’mon, be a good sport, honey!”

He’d been warned. Evelyn whipped a lighter from her pocket- but instead of igniting a flame, it sent an electrical zap through the man as soon as it made contact with his arm. The mild electrocution sent him flailing to the ground, and Evelyn tried not to laugh. The device still needed work, though, if it was to be as thoroughly effective as she wanted: he was still able to get to his feet, shaking his head but ready to go for her again. 

All of a sudden a fist came flying out of nowhere, punching the guy square in the jaw. He swung on the spot, trying to grab his bearings, and an arm with stunning elasticity wrapped itself several times around his neck and pulled hard, spinning him like a top back up the steps to the open front door. And there was Helen, kicking him over the porch railing where he lay sprawled out in a small pool of his own vomit. 

“Are you okay?” Helen asked, hurrying over.

Evelyn felt winded. “Christ! Y-you’re--but--”

“I know! Doesn’t it look cute in these slacks?” Helen asked, twisting around, but that did little to change Evelyn’s stunned expression. The jig was up. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I”m a Super. Your brother invited a few of us to the party; I hope that’s all right. You looked like you were ready to handle that guy all right yourself, maybe I should’ve left you to it! What’s that gizmo, anyhow?”

It took a moment for Evelyn to regain her powers of speech. “Oh, well, it still has a few kinks to work out, I guess. I call it the Zippo Zapper. Made it myself.”

“You made that?”

“Wow, did I really impress Elastigirl?” 

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m still amazed by the concept of an electric mixer.” 

It felt good to laugh. “Well, I’m amazed that there’s a superhero here who didn’t show up in costume.” 

“Eh.” Helen shrugged. “Making a scene just for the sake of it isn’t, well, my scene. Truth be told, I think your brother and your folks are a little too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when it comes to Supers, but I suppose ...well, never mind. I’m flattered by the attention but I don’t do superhero work to get fans.”

“Why do you do it, then?”

Helen slipped into her leather jacket and started walking towards her motorcycle. “Because I want to help people! I want to do good with the powers that I have. Y’know, my mother just about wanted to disown me when I said I was gonna get the mask and the gear and all that to fight crime. Can you beat that?”

“What? Why? Isn’t she a Super, too?”

“Nope, but my old man was. Mother figures superhero work is a man’s job. Thought I should just find the right guy and settle down.” Helen scoffed, straddling the bike. “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so!”  

Evelyn’s form of teenage rebellion had been to distance herself from her parents’ worship of superheroes, but by her twenties she’d grown nothing stronger than indifference towards them. But Helen, wow, she was really something else... 

She took the few remaining steps to the bike, but didn’t climb on just yet. “I may not have superpowers of my own, but I still like to take jobs now and then that are typically prescribed to men.”

“Oh? How’s that?” 

Helen’s heart seemed to skip several beats when Evelyn leaned down and kissed her. Evelyn was daring; she took Helen’s face in her hands and deepened the kiss. She liked the idea of catching a Super off guard, almost as much as she liked how clearly Helen was into this kiss. Helen’s instinct was to break it off so she could stand up and properly take Evelyn in her arms, but the tiny part of her mind that was still cognizant of the world beyond Evelyn’s surprisingly soft lips knew that making out in full view of the mansion’s windows wasn’t the best idea.

“Did you have any... particular idea of where you might like to go?” Helen asked between heavier-than-normal breaths. 

Evelyn smirked. “It was your idea to bust out of here. Not mine. Where does Elastigirl like to spend her nights out on the town?”

Helen patted the bike. “We’re staying in and going to my place.”

That relationship had lasted almost two glorious years. Well, glorious in retrospect, maybe; it was easy to glamorize the past. Evelyn sat up, scowling. That kind of romanticization was Winston’s thing, not hers. She and Helen had had their fair share of arguments, which had ultimately led to Evelyn breaking things off because she couldn’t take the stress of dating a Super. They’d had a shaky reconciliation as friends that had weakened enormously when the Deavors died, and Evelyn had become a recluse. 

And now here she was, primed to tell Winston they could get going on their plan to get Supers out in the open again... all so she could ensure they stayed buried forever. But part of her wanted so badly, so desperately, to use her newfound gadgetry for something that might’ve been even worse.

You know the last time you were happy? With her. You can have that again. Put some goggles on Helen and she’ll be and do anything you say. None of the superhero drama, just the two of you, all the time... it’d be so easy.

Easy.

The word reached out and hit her like a slap to the face. Scary easy, but no quality. Nothing that really mattered.

Taking Supers down forever was going to be hard enough, and dodgy enough, too, but at least it served the greater good. At least she could tell herself she was ultimately helping others to become self-reliant by ridding them of these costumed crusaders. Yes, this was a noble goal. Someday history would look back and smile on her for restoring America’s can-do spirit and rejecting so-called saviors. Some people might look at her as wicked, but she chose to see it as a necessary evil.

Contrarily, using her device as essentially a high-tech love potion for purely selfish reasons was depraved. She may have hated Helen for what she became, but romantic agency was not something she would ever take from her.

Sure, I might be evil...but even I have standards.

[thiswasinevitableid]

A fun, potentially spooky prompt for Halloween season based on something you wrote in “Amnesty Records”: “Like the monster under the bed came to life, turned out to be hot, and really wants to fuck you.” Something to the theme of Little Monsters from 1989? Indruck and NSFW if you please?

This is indeed NSFW, and also came to me all in one burst.

Duck pulls the Captain Planet comforter up to his chin, sighing as he lays down. He turned seven today, and has been spoiled and fussed over. Mama Newton isn’t much of an entertainer, but she knows how to throw a birthday party. 

 A scrape  of nails on the floor and the rustle of something under his bed makes him freeze. 

“Taco, that you?”

When the cat doesn't appear, he sinks further under the covers.

“Mom?”

“No”  soft voice with a bit of hiss drifts up from under the bed.

He swallows, “Who’re you?”

“My name is Indrid. I live under your bed.”

“No you don’t, you weren’t there last night.”

“How do you know?”

“Just do. So go away.”

“No.”

“I’m gonna call my dad.”

“He won’t believe you” the bed frame rattles, “he will tell you to be a big boy.”

The monster is right, just yesterday dad was saying how proud he was of Duck being brave at the doctor. Fine, maybe if he pretends it’s not there, it’ll go away. 

“....aren't you going to cry?”

“No.” He sets his shoulders, glares at his wall.

“....not even a little?”

“No.”

“Oh.” A sigh, “I am not very good at this.”

Duck didn’t know monsters could be sad.

“Are, uh, are you a grown-up monster?”

“No. I am young and little, like you. They would not send a grown-up monster to a child, they send them to grown-up humans.”

“Grown ups don’t have monsters under their beds.”

“They do. They may not know it, but they do.”

Indrid doesn’t say anything else and Duck falls asleep. He’s hoping the monster won’t come back, but the instant his mom turns out the light, he knows he’s there. 

“I’m n-not scared.” He whispers to the ceiling.

“Yes you are. I can taste it.”

“You can't hurt me. You ain’t real.”

 A hand closes around his ankle and he yelps. The monster laughs, then hisses when Duck kicks his wrist. 

“That was not nice.”

“Neither was grabbing me”

There’s a huff, but nothing else. The third night, Duck is ready, sticking a fake sword under the bed as soon as Indrid says something. 

The sword is yanked from his hands. 

“Why is it this color?”

“Suppose to be from the future. Ain’t you seen space rangers?”

“No. That is not a movie we have down here.”

Duck is only now starting to recognize awkward pauses, but he’s pretty sure this is one.

“Will you tell me about it?” Indrid slides the sword back onto the floor by his dresser. 

He rolls onto his back. He’s not all that tired, and Juno is sick of hearing about it.

“Okay, so there’s this guy who’s a space farmer….”

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It’s been a year and Indrid is under his bed almost every night, but Duck isn’t afraid of him anymore. Which is why he’s determined to finally get a look at him. How scary can a monster that wants to talk about T.V or trees or whatever else Duck has been up to really be?

When his mom turns off the light, Duck slips out of bed and lays on his stomach, staring into the darkness beneath it. 

Four red eyes appear, but nothing else. 

“Hey ‘Drid.”

“Hello. Why are you down here? Did you lose that action figure again?”

“Nah. Wanted to see you. Where’s the rest?”

“Hidden in shadows. I am not supposed to let humans see me. It can be dangerous.”

“Oh, uh, sorry?”

Indrid hurriedly adds, “But we can stay like this, this is okay. I think. I do not really care, I like being able to see you. You're like the baby multibear my friend has.”

“I ain't a bear.”

“No. But you are, ah, cute.”

Only Iris, Juno’s friend, has ever called him cute, and he only knows that because Juno told him. He understood he was supposed to think that was good. But he likes it much better when Indrid says it.

“What should we talk about tonight?”

Duck rests his chin on his hands, “You wanna play go fish?”

“You have a fish?” The red eyes tip to the right. 

He snickers, “No, it’s a game. Here, lemme show you…”

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“You better give that one back.” Duck grumbles as he looks down from the bed to see his new Spiderman comic missing. 

“I have given all of them back.” He can hear the smile, the one he’s glimpsed in darkness while whispering secrets under the bed; it’s wide, and there are definitely fangs, but Indrid only ever shows it when he’s happy. He never has a mean smile like the jerks at school. 

“Where’s my Black Panther?”

“...........I dropped it in the stream when I was reading.”

“‘Drid!”

“I got excited!!”

“You owe me a new one.” There’s no anger in his words. It’s just a comic book, not nearly as special as Indrid. 

“Can I give you something from here instead?”

Duck closes the new Iron Man, holds it down to the space beneath the bed, “deal.”

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He wakes up with a cry, too quiet to be a scream but with tremendous force behind it. As the nightmare fades, something rolls off the bed behind him. 

“‘D-Drid? Please, please say that was you or Taco.”

“It was me, Duck. I, I am sorry, you were whimpering in your sleep and I could taste more and more fear and I did not want you to be afraid. I, ah, I thought if I held you, it would make you feel better.”

“Thanks.” He shivers, the dream reaching out from all sides, threatening more horror if he falls asleep.

“Can, uh, can you come back up? Just for a little bit?” 

“I should not. It was already risky to do it how I did.”

Duck nods, forgetting Indrid can't see him. That's fine. He’ll be okay. He can handle-

A tree branch scrapes the window and he throws the covers over his head. 

“Put your hand over the edge of the bed.”

Duck slips his hand out from the blanket and lets it hang in the air. Fingers link around it, and then Indrid is holding it full on. It doesn’t feel like holding Janes hand when he’s helping her cross the street; it’s cold, smooth, and the nails are sharp. He sneaks a glance, sees red claws wrapped around his wrist, and feels safe enough to sleep. 

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“Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah, don’t know why I’m so worried about startin’ high school. I mean, it’s fucking Kepler, the high school ain’t any bigger than the middle school. “

“I always get nervous for new lessons. Even with some ability to see the future, I am worried I will do something wrong. Maybe it is that?”

“Yeh.” Duck rolls onto his side, hoping for a glimpse of a hand. He wishes he knew what Indrid looked like, wishes he was coming to school with him tomorrow. 

“I am sure you will be fine. You are intelligent, and funny, and charming.”

He smiles at the wall, “Thanks, ‘Drid.”

“Any time, Duck.”

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His roommate is snoring, which is not what he was hoping for from his first night in the dorms. Class tomorrow is going to fucking suck if he hasn't slept. 

“Congratulations on the successful move.” A familiar voice slinks up to his ear. 

“‘Drid? Holy shit, did you follow me?”

“I am your monster, I go where you go. Sort of. It is complicated. What is not complicated however, is this.” The clawed hand pops up to the edge of the bed, placing a wrapped package near Duck’s head. Stealthily removing the paper shows it’s the bright orange truffles that come from Indrid’s home. Duck loves them.  

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“It is traditional in both human and monster culture to give a gift when one moves to a new home. And I like bringing you things. Are you feeling well? Excited to learn about the forest?”

“Yep. Just wish I could get to sleep.”

“One moment.”

He feels Indrid leave. Then his roommate's bed shakes and shudders, the other guy jolting awake in fright. He doesn’t look like he’ll be getting back to sleep anytime soon. 

Duck shifts onto his side, facing the wall, and whispers down the stucco, “Thanks.”

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A perk of his roommate getting a girlfriend is that Duck gets more nights alone. He’s soaked the pillow with sweat, and is so wrung out from cumming he hasn't wiped his hands yet. 

“Are you done?”

“JESUSFUCK”

“I'm taking that as a yes.”

“Please tell me you ain’t been there this whole time.”

“No, I always leave if you are doing that. It is private.”

“Thank fuck.”

Relief is followed by disappointment, which he decides he won’t think too hard about. 

It only takes another night before he does, imagining Indrid listening to him fuck himself, whispering instructions for how Duck should do it, even touching himself at the same time, getting off on the sound of Ducks pleasure before holding his hand all night. 

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It’s fall, and the apartment he and Juno share is close to campus, cheap, and fucking freezing.

Duck knows just how to warm up. Sliding his hand down his sweats, he starts picturing Rich, but the thought of jerking it to an ex is a boner-kill waiting to happen. So, he switches to his trusty fallback, selecting a blonde, fresh-faced yet kind of punk body for the voice under the bed. 

He wants to draw it out, but fantasizing about Indrid always sets his hand flying, too many nights like this seeding a deep desire in his veins that he has to purge fast for fear of what will happen if it lingers. The monsters name drops from his lips, breathy and urgent, and he’s too caught up to care  

“Indrid, fuck, please.”

“Please what?”

Gasping, he sits up. A figure is standing at the foot of his bed, staring at him with red eyes. In the dark room, he can’t make much out beside their glow and two short horns on the top of his head. Duck’s mind spins so fast it hurls out the first sentence that comes.

“‘Drid’s got four eyes, not tw-”

Another pair of eyes open just below the first.

“They are a secondary pair, so I can keep them shut and see just fine. I thought the sight of them might be too much combined with the rest of me.” Indrid murmurs.

“Th-though I ain’t allowed to see the rest.”

A shrug, “You aren’t. But I cannot bring myself to care right now. Not when you say my name like that.”

Summoning his courage, Duck locks his gaze onto Indrid’s own and slowly drags a hand up his dick, “You gonna show me the rest or not?”

A hissing growl curls around him as Indrid leans forward, clawed hands leading the crawl onto the bed. In the moonlight coming through the window, Duck sets eyes on the whole of him for the first time. 

His face is angular, sporting his wide toothy grin and framed by silver hair falling just past his chin. Past the claws, his arms are a mixture of tan skin and black and red scales, twining up his arms. The same combination is clear on his chest, visible above the neckline of the white tank-top. Flashes of color appear under the fabric, racing down Indrid’s spine, and Duck would ask what they are if Indrids face had not just come level with his. Standing up, the monster can't be much taller than him. But here, pinned against his headboard like a scientific specimen, Indrid bracketing him, he feels frighteningly small. 

“What happened to not spying on me when  I did this?” The words stick in his dry mouth. 

“It was accidental. I only stayed when I heard you call for me.”

“Wasn't callin.” Heat rises in his face. 

The grin widens, “Oh no?” A long tongue drags down Duck’s cheek, “You did not have even the smallest hint of hope I would her? That I would lay in the shadows, savoring the sounds of you, ah, taking yourself in hand?”

He’s so strange looking, every sensible part of Duck is screaming for him to run, to banish him under the bed and go back to his normal life. 

Duck inches his face forward, closing his teeth round the lobe of a pointed ear, “Maybe.”

Indrid chuckles, “Then maybe I have been hoping for the same. Maybe I have been touching myself and dreaming it was your hand instead of mine. Maybe” he brushes their noses together, “I have wanted this for as long as you have?”

“Least a year, more if I’m bein honest with myself.”

“Several years, but then again, I had the pleasure of being able to see your face. It made you all the more appealing.”

Duck reaches out a shaking hand, stroking silver hair. He means to say some platitude about Indrid being handsome because the affection in Duck’s heart means he couldn’t see him any other way. While that may be true,  a second, more surprising truth comes out in its place. 

“Thinkin if you’d let me see you, we woulda gotten here a lot sooner. “

There’s another growl and then he’s yelping out a laugh as Indrid yanks him flat on his back and unceremoniously rips his shirt off. His monster brings their lips together, tongue sliding between Duck’s lips as the human shoves both hands into Indrid’s hair. When he teases his tongue against Indrid’s, the monster whines, pressing closer and pawing his sides. 

“‘Drid” He mumbles. 

Another whine, higher and morphing into a chirr as Indrid grinds their hips together.

“‘Drid, you gotta let me breathe.”

The monster breaks the kiss, but coats his face in pecks as he catches his breath, chirping all the while. Something solid ripples beneath the fabric of his black pants where they rub against Duck’s thigh. 

“Holy fuck what, what exactly are you packin down there?”

“Would you like to see?”

“Hell yeah.” 

The pants and Duck’s sweats hit the ground in quick succession, Indrid’s shirt landing atop them a moment later when Duck pulls it off to kiss along the scaled swirls of his chest. 

“Well, what do you think?”

“Guh, uh, jesus, uh, ‘Drid, what’s it doin?”

Indrid looks down to where four short tendris are unfurling to reveal a ridged cock.

“Getting ready to fuck you?”

“Uh, how exactly?”

Indrid licks his lips, “Lay back and I will demonstrate. Do not worry, as much as it pains me to focus on anything but your face, I will use my foresight to be certain nothing I do leads to trouble. 

Duck rests his head on the pillow as Indrid settles between his legs, claws pricking his thighs when the monster pushes them apart. 

“Does the whole thing goOH, oh fuck.” He wiggles his hips, “fuck, ‘Drid, that feels so fuckin weird.”

‘That is not surprising. It is one of the tendrils which, unless I'm very wrong about human anatomy, none of your previous partners had.”

“Nnnnnnfuck, fuck you’re gonna fuckin ruin me, god fuckin damn that feels nice.”

“Wonderful.” Indrid bends down, hands gliding to rest by Ducks biceps. He kisses him slowly s the tendril continues stretching him open, slick and pulsing in time with the careful movements of Indrid’s hips. 

His monster noses down his throat, drgs his tongue back up it with a purr, “You taste divine.”

“If you,re fuck gonna eat me, do me a favor and do it after I cum?” Duck teases, stroking Indrid’s shoulder blades. 

Indrid laughs, “A fair request. But I have zero interest in eating you; how could I? I would lose my best friend and my new favorite past time.” The tendril thickens, making Duck moan and throw his forearm over his eyes. 

“Fuuuck, are all monsters this fuckin sappy?”

“Only yours. And it is not as if you're not that way. I remember those love notes you asked me to help with.”

“Okay okay, we’re both big fuckin marshmallows. Now, AAHnn, are you gonna help me break this bed or not?”

Indrid pulls out with another growl, kneading Duck’s ass as he lines up his cock, “Yes, yes I am.”

“FUCK, ohfuckohfuck, yeah, fuck yeah.” Duck digs his fingers into Indrid’s back as he shoves in, “‘Drid, tht’s so fuckin goodohshit, what, what’s it doin now?” The tendrils have spread, one curling around his dick, two teasing his balls, and the fourth twining up Indrid’s shaft, meaning Duck’s toes curl with new sensations on the next thrust.

Indrid grins against his neck, “Taking care of you.”

“Ain’t that, that thoughtful.”

“All for you my sweet, goodness, you’re so warm and your ass is delightful.” His lips find Duck’s cheeks, “I’ve wanted this so long, sweetheart, so very longAHhnnnn.” His head hits the pillow as Duck scratches down his back. Not only do colors flash in his wake; spikes emerge along the ridge of his spine, flickering red to purple to black.

“Is that-”

“-okay yes very, o-okay. You can touch them, they will not hurt.”

Duck runs his finger up one. It’s feathery and smooth, rising and lowering with the undulations of Indrid’s body. Tugging it makes Indrid snap his hips with a chirring growl.

“Yes, yes do that again, more, please ohahnnnnisJunohome?

“No?”

“Good.”

The words Duck meant to say give way to shouts of pleasure as Indrid slams into him over and over, sinking his teeth into his shoulder and clawing at his sides. Duck scratches his scales and skin, strokes and pulls the feathery spines, Indrid trilling when he does. His hips quicken, Duck struggling to keep pace as the monster pins him more firmly to the bed. When he cums the tendrils tighten, sending Duck over the edge right after him. Indrid kisses him again, nipping long his lips as he whimpers the monsters name. 

As his whole body spasms and relaxes, Indrid rolls him over, panting. 

“More, I want more, again, mine, you are all mine.”

Duck looks over his shoulder, grinning fondly, “Uh huh.”

“What is so funny?”

“Nothin. Just, uh, realized there's a plant your dick reminds me of.”

Indrid blinks so intently his second set of eyes join in the expression. Then he cackles, draping himself over Duck to kiss him again. 

“You can tell me all about it after we are done with the extremely pressing matter of me fucking you again.”

“Go wild, darlin.”

This time the pillow takes the brunt of the noise, Duck grunting and moaning into it as Indrid fucks him from behind, switching between slow, gentle thrusts and grabbing Duck’s hips to drive into him hard enough to set off fireworks in his brain. He’s overstimulated to the point of tears, but his whole system floods with pleasure at the intensity of Indrid’s desire, the feeling of being so utterly used and wanted all at once. When the monster pulls out, he’s cum enough that it drips down Duck’s thigh, tingling as it goes. 

“Now” Indrid flops onto the mattress, wriggling into Duck’s waiting arms, “tell me about this plant.”

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When Juno gets home Sunday morning, Duck is in the kitchen humming long with a playlist on his phone. 

“Holy fuck man, what happened to you.” She stares at the bitemarks and bruises all around his neck and shoulders and the scratches on his legs. 

“Had a real nice weekend.”

“You got all that from a hook-up?”

Duck shakes his head with a secretive smile, “Nah. Just had a sleepover with my new boyfriend.”