#when matt said he was well dressed i just saw this so perfectly in the phone of my mind

[bridgetserdocksketches]

the very well dressed minotaur has some opinions about the forced relocation of his labyrinth

[sturnsdarling]

Dinner and a show

Matt and his girl go to dinner, but little does he know she has something planned for him when they get home.

vibe check: smut, a lil bit of fluff?, lap dance, reader giving matt head (kill me now), matts obsessed with readers body, matt lets reader take control a lil, overall good vibes from our boy

2.5k words

A/N: this was going to be a full smut fic but i got a lil obsessed with the giving matt head portion. literally when will it be my turn. anyways i hope you love it.

love and cigs, merc

You were adding the finishing touches to your makeup, patting the final touch of gloss onto your lips as you made sure everything looked perfect for your date night with Matt. He was on the edge of the bed, clad in a black dress shirt and black jeans, knees spread wide as he leaned over himself on his phone, head hanging low as he waited for you to get ready.

You scanned yourself in the mirror, your black dress hugging you perfectly, just about hiding the full dark blue lingerie set underneath. You patted away any creases and moved your weight between your feet, trying to adjust to the height of the heels you had chosen to wear.

after one final scan, you decided to stop fawning over yourself.

"I'm ready" You said, turning round to face Matt, who's ears perked up at your words.

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes lighting up as he saw your frame standing in front of him, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

a hot redness spread over your whole body, "what do you think?" you asked, giving him a twirl.

Matt couldn't find the words, "you look", he reached forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him so you were standing between his spread legs.

He simply gawked at you as you situated yourself between his legs, your hands finding his hair, "fucking incredible, angel" he pressed his chin into your stomach, shaking his head in complete disbelief at the sight of you.

"Thanks handsome" You smiled down at him, leaning down to press a glossy kiss on his lips.

The car ride to the restaurant was, to say the least, tension filled.

Matts hand didn't leave your thigh the entire time, and it's honestly a miracle that he didn't crash the car with the amount of time he spent looking at you. All he did was compliment you the entire time, unable to take his eyes off you as you touched up your gloss in the mirror or grossed one leg over the other, pressing his hand deeper into your soft flesh

When you got to dinner, he wasn't any less attentive.

"have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" Matt said, taking a sip of his water as he held your hand across the table.

"you might have mentioned it couple times" you giggled, nodding your head and biting your lip slightly.

"well, you look so unbelievably good, baby" he said, laying it on particularly thick tonight.

"you don't look so bad yourself, Matt" You returned the compliment

"thanks, baby" he winked, squeezing your hand slightly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" You said, pulling your hand from his and getting up from the table.

As you did, the bottom of your dress was caught on the hook of your garter, revealing the lacy band to Matt. His eyes widened immediately, eyes locked on the soft skin of the back of your thigh as you pulled the black fabric of your dress over the lace. An uncontrollable groan left Matts throat as he clenched his jaw, watching you walk away, swaying your hips as you sauntered away from him.

The car ride home was borderline painful for Matt.

To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement, the growing bulge in his jeans was pressing against the rough material, and his fingers were pressing bruises into your thighs.

The idea of what you could be wearing under your dress was driving him insane, mostly because of the image itself but partly because you didn't tell him about it, meaning you wanted to surprise him. That simple fact was playing on loop in his brain, and it was sending a throbbing swell right down to his cock.

He was reeling, nearly faint from the idea of you in lingerie for him. Of course it was nothing he hadn't seen before but, this was different, this was unknown, this was exciting. If only he knew what you had planned for him when you got back, he'd probably crash the car.

When you finally pulled into his apartment, the house was empty.

"home sweet home" He said, turning off the car and turning to face you.

"thank you for dinner tonight, Matt, it was really lovely" You said, peppering soft touches along his stubbled cheek.

He near enough whimpered into your touch, "of course, angel, I'm glad you had a nice time"

The suspense was killing him, and you knew that. You loved it. You knew he saw, you wanted him to see, you loved the idea of being the one to tease him for once. As much as you were doing this simply because you wanted to, it was also, in your own little way, pay back for all the times he had driven you crazy with all his teasing.

You made your way inside, and Matt excused himself for a moment, telling you to meet him in his room.

You walked into his room, trying to be as calm and collected as possible whilst you were still in his eye-line. Once the bedroom door was shut, it was game time. You fixed your makeup in the mirror, putting on a bit too much gloss and patted your dress down, fluffing your hair up before turning to his computer and finding the perfect song. You landed on 'All the time' by Jeremih. It was corny, and you knew that, but it was perfect.

You positioned yourself perfectly on the bed, leaning back slightly with your legs crossed, feet on the floor and eyes planted firmly on the door.

Matt clickled the door open and shut, a smirk spread across his face.

"why are you playing thi-" He turned, his train of thought being cut off by your eyes baring into his from under your lashes, "what you doin, angel?"

You didn't say anything, only got up off the bed and sauntered over to him, placing soft hands on his chest, tugging on his shirt slightly as you pulled him back towards the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off you, a brooding smirk etched on his face at your sudden display of dominance.

When you reached the bed, you turned, pushing him town onto the mattress. He complied, reaching out for you as he looked up at your seductive frame. You pulled his hands from you and turned your back to him, reaching up behind you to pull down the zipper that kept you in the confines of your dress.

Matts breath hitched in his throat as he watched you slowly pull down the zipper, exposing the intricate lace of your lingerie set beneath. You slipped the dress down your body, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it and twirling on your toes to face him. again.

Matt was in awe, his mouth fully agape in a smirk at the sight of you.

"whats all this?" he looked you up and down, scanning your body.

"your surprise" you said, walking towards him, voice low and eyes seductive.

"my surprise?" he raised his brows, catching your hips in his large hands when you were finally in touching distance.

"mhm" you nodded, turning so your back was to him before planting yourself on his lap.

His hands were all over you, he couldn't help it, you looked so good and he was completely obsessed with it. You pushed his hands off you once more, glaring at him over your shoulder just before you rolled your hips on his, slipping down onto the floor, turning back to face him once you were on your knees in front of him.

"oh my god" he groaned, "baby, are you- are you gonna give me a lap dance?"

You simply smirked up at him, he clenched his jaw with a smile, rubbing his stubble with one hand as he leant back on the other.

"Just sit back and enjoy it, Matty" You palmed him through his jeans, pushing your hands all the way up his chest as you got to your feet, pulling him into you by the back of his head as you danced around him, winding your hips, twirling around in front of him for the duration of the song.

Matt had never been this hard in his life, his best girl was in his favourite colour, giving him a personal lap dance to a song about sex, if he could go back and high five his teenage self, he would have. You were merciless, not letting him touch you as you ground down on him, moving your perfect ass around in circles for him, touching him everywhere you knew he liked, pressing yourself against him only to push him away when he tried to pull you into him fully. He felt like he was vibrating, like he could feel all the hairs on his body standing on edge.

You were putting on the best show of your life, you'd never felt more confident as Matt gawked at you, drinking you in like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. You could see how hard he was, watching as he white knuckled the sheets, giggling as he groaned at every lingering touch and whimpered at every kiss you never quite let happen. He was a mess, all for you.

When the song finished, the rest of your guys' shared 'sex playlist' continued to play, and you lowered yourself down to your knees, palming him as you refused to break eye contact. You stared up at him, head rested on his bulge as his hand came to your face, stroking your cheek with fluttery eyes.

"you're sexy as fuck, baby" he said, still in shock.

"its not over yet, handsome" you smirked, pulling down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans with his assistance.

"fuck" his head was thrown back at the sensation of you peppering kisses up his clothed cock, pumping him lazily though the fabric.

You slowly pulled down his boxers, the cold air hitting his throbbing cock earning a hiss from Matt as your hand immediately wrapped around his length.

You placed open mouth kisses all the way up his cock, the moans that left his throat with every one only serving to encourage you more.

You didn't take your eyes off him once, he stared down at you with fluttery eyes as you made your way up his cock, kissing the tip before taking it in your mouth completely.

"jesus christ" He groaned, hand finding the back of your head, his fingers matting your hair with every passing second.

You laid a flat tongue against him, still looking at him as you slowly took his entire length into your mouth, your lips meeting the soft scattering of hair at the base of his huge cock.

The sensation of you gagging around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head, his grip on your hair getting rougher as you began to hollow your cheeks around him, bobbing your head up and down with wet, slurping noises. The noises coming from your movement were nothing in comparison to his, Matt was a whimpering mess as he desperately tried not to fuck into your throat.

"you're so fuckin' good at that, baby" Matt groaned out, "so. fuckin. good." his head was hung back on its hinge as his hand guided you down onto his leaking cock over and over again.

His praises formed a puddle in your thin panties as you moaned around him, eyes now clenched shut as his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

Matts thighs clenched periodically, his stomach tensing with every gag, gentle praises leaving his throat every time you took him all the way to the base.

You pulled off him with a deep breath, tears stinging at your eyes as his attention was pulled back down to your soft face; in all the messiness, the strings of saliva from your mouth to his cock, your smudged gloss and running makeup, he thought you were beautiful. He stroked your hair, unable to form a sentence, the only thought in his mind being, please, for the love of god, carry on.

"fuck my throat, please, Matt?" you batted your lashes up at him.

The groan that left him was guttural, the only thing he was capable of doing in that moment being a fast nod of his head as he stood up with shaky knees, lowering your mouth back onto him. As he bottomed out in your throat, he pushed his hips forwards, pressing his hips into your jaw as you gagged around him.

"you're so perfect, my pretty, pretty girl, so perfect" Matt whined, his hands making a loose pony out of your hair behind your head.

He started off slow, letting you adjust to the feeling before he thrust into you completely once more. You squeezed his thigh twice, a signal that he knew meant 'I'm ready' and with that, he began a steady pace into your open, warm mouth.

The feeling of Matt repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, coupled with the soft caressing of his hands in your hair had you reeling. You loved being like this for him, on your knees and open for him to use. something about it was borderline euphoric, the complete hand over of control making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations all through his body.

Matt was a whimpering mess above you, fucking into your throat relentlessly, losing himself in your mouth over and over again, chasing his high as you moaned around him.

"fuck, angel, m'gonna cum" He whined, "you gonna let me fill that pretty little mouth of yours? hm?" He looked down at you, attempting to nod in response to his question.

Matt groaned, picking up his pace, "such a good girl for me, such a good girl" He was rambling, his sentences borderline incoherent as he chased his orgasm against your tongue.

With a few final thrusts, he pulled your head down onto him completely, nearly keeling over as he released his strings of hot cum down your throat, bucking his stuttering hips into your face until he was milked dry.

He pulled away from you, his cock falling from your mouth with a pop as you smirked up at him, makeup streaming down your face. He chuckled, a long deep breath leaving his throat as he caressed your fucked out face.

"you" Matt shook his head, "are incredible".

you giggled, getting to your feet and wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Matts hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back, pressing his tongue against yours as he led you backwards towards the bed.

You both fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles, clambering all over each other as he covered you in kisses. Everything was perfect, and your surprise went exactly how you planned.

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[flipidifloppody]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱/ 𝐦.𝐬

summary: you and the sturniolos have been best friends since you were born due to your moms being close friends. it's your 19th birthday and your having a massive house party. when it comes to the sturniolos coming over matt randomly keeps staring over..

‼️warnings‼️: smut (quite abit). pet names (ma, baby etc) swearing, alcohol.

I have been best friends with the sturniolos for 18 years now, my closest one of them all being matt. We were so close no one could seperate us, ever since we were kids. It was my 19th birthday and I am having a party at this resort house my mom booked for me. Loads of kids from school and outside of school was coming. There is gonna be alcohol and probably drugs if people bring it. Idk. But it was now two o'clock and i needed to start getting ready before it hits 5:30pm. I hopped in the shower and began to wash my hair thoroughly trying to look my best for the party. I'm so nervous it's unreal. I continue to wash my self and quickly jump out the shower and wrap a towel round me and sit down on my desk.

I began to prep my face by doing my skincare adding primer invetween that too. I then began to do my makeup. A few hours later, it was now 4pm i was just in the middle of picking out my outfit still in my towel when i got a notification from instagram, i quickly opened it to see who it was or if it was something for the party.

@matthew.sturniolo

hey what time is the party?

uhm sometime around half five ?

yeah sound fine see you later then

bye matt see ya

I start sliding on the dress that i picked out. A black satin dress that fit my body perfectly. As i slipped the straps over my shoulders I looked down at my dress then smoothed it out with my hands abit then pairing the dress with a pair of black high heels that went well with the dress. I stood in front of my full body mirror and stared at myself for a minute before running my fingers through my curled hair loosing it out abit. I smiled at myself in the mirror as i picked up my black juicy couture purse, clutching it in my hands as i turned the knob of my door and walked out of it.

I hopped into my car and put in into reverse as i was going to the place of the party to set up and lay out everything perfectly. I had called matt over to help me since he had offered before hand.

I pulled into the driveway of the massive house that my mom had rented out. I felt so special knowing that all this was just for my birthday. I then saw a familiar face standing in the doorway waving for me to come over to him. matt. I quickly picked up my pace as i walked steadily in my high heels over to him.

'you look beautiful' matt said as he was looking me up and down slightly looking down more than up.

i smile and say 'you don't look to bad yourself'

he was wearing a black ransom t-shirt and some blue loose jeans with his car keys jangling on the belt hole.

we both laughed together for a while as we were talking about our life and how long it's been since we've all seen each other and hung out together

'you know i really missed you y/n' matt blurted out

i smile at the comment and my cheeks flush a baby pink 'i missed you too matt , quite allot actually'

'well we better head inside and start to decorate huh?' he suggested i quickly nodded as he took my hand and basically dragged me inside. When we walked in i we in shock as i looked at the high ceilings with balconies on the second floor looking down to the first. It was beautiful.

after a while all the decorating was done it was around twenty past five and i heard cars start to pull into the drive.

there was a knock at the door. i quickly grabbed the handle and turned it to reveal most of my friends. i greeted them and let them in and started to turn on the music and get ready for what i thought was going to be a 'normal' party

it has been a while since the party had started now, but i decided to head upstairs into one of the spare bedrooms to rest my head abit as it was really noisy downstairs. the music quickly muffled when i was walking into the first room which was free. Most of them were taken because i'm pretty sure people were fucking in there or some shit. I got in the room and was quick to kick if my heels and practically jump onto the bed. I was sat down peaceful when i heard some muffled bangs and crashes in the en-suite next door

i decided to go in there since i was curious. When i walked in i saw matt sat on the floor of the bathroom with his phone in one hand and in the other hand was him stroking himself.

my mouth completely dropped.

As his head flung back against the bathtub with his eyes squeezed shut he started muttering something under his breathe which oddly sounded like my name

this couldn't be happening right now. we have been best friends for years. after a second of standing in complete shock i finally spoke up. 'matt..?'

he looked up at me in complete disbelief 'oh.. shit i'm so sorry y/n i'm really s-'

i cut him off by kissing him passionately adjusting myself onto his lap whilst putting more depth into the kiss.

as soon as it broke matts jaw was swung open. it was like he had seen a ghost. Moments after he was quick to turn us over pinning me to the cold floor and quickly lifted my tight dress to the bottom of my chest.

'always wanted to do this to you ma' he said before shoving two fingers in me causing me to scream out and take a clump of his hair into my fists.

'f-fuck matt'

he quickly sped up his pace while grasping onto my thighs with his free hand

'you like this huh?'

i was quick to nod as he pulled his fingers out when i was just about to reach my orgasm. he chuckled to himself as i threw a straight face right at him signalling to him i was now pissed off

'why the fuck matt?'

'yeah yeah i'm sorry baby'

he quickly stuck his fingers in his mouth licking them clean and taking them out with a 'pop'

i had my eyes shut and was quick to open them at the sound of a belt unbuckling

he took his dick out as it sprung against his chest and stoked himself a few times before lining up with me

'you ready ma?'

'fuck.. yes matt'

he quickly slammed into me staying still for a minute whilst i adjusted to his size. i gave him a nod signifying to him that he could pick up his face. Trust me he was quick with that. i instantly screamed out and grasped onto his shoulders for support as my legs wrapped around him letting him hit me from a different angle. His tip basically kissing my cervix as he thrusted into me.

i screamed out as he put his hands over my mouth to try and prevent people from downstairs to know what was happening.

'now baby you don't want them hearing now do you huh?'

i shook my head no before rolling my eyes to the back of my head and clenching around him

'fuck baby if you keep clenching around me like that i won't last much longer'

'matt i'm gonna cum'

'cum all over my cock ma i wanna see your pretty face aswell'

with those words of relief i let out realesing all over his dick he wasn't long after as he pulled out and shot white strips of his hot cum onto my chest

he collapsed on top of me making sure not to put much weight on me

'you okay baby' he said sweetly whilst caressing my cheek and kissing it lightly

i nod my head gently

'cmon let's get you cleaned up and i'll run you a bath aswell'

i just smile at him whilst getting up.

@astrolynnworld @strawberrysturniolo @lovingmattysposts @lovingchrissposts @plasticferal @sturniololoverr

[butterphii]

Just Us

The Party (Part 2)

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TW: Kissing, pet names, fluff, the squaddd, sweet Jake, happy "couple", fake relationship

Note: Again, thanks to my wife, I'm getting this out as soon as possible. Love you @anyalikeslasagna!! I was also asked to tag @angieisme. Enjoy y'all!!

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You stood in front of the body sized mirror, trying to get the perfect picture to send to Jake. Your heels wouldn't look right in the normal pose you did, and the dress would ride up.

You decided on just lifting your leg a little, and making a little kiss-y face. "Perfect!" You exclaimed, sending it to him and then texting, 'im readyyy come onn'.

He replied quickly with a 'omw, look gorgeous btw 💅🏻', which made you giggle. You fixed your dress, grabbed your mini purse, and grabbed a drink from the fridge while waiting for your 'boyfriend' who you really, really want to be your boyfriend.

A knock pattered your door, startling you. "Coming!" You said in a sing song voice. You opened the door to a Jake you haven't seen before. He was dressed up, his shirt well buttoned up and a dark sage color. His black slacks and matte shoes matched perfectly with your shoes.

"You look even better in person, princess." He grinned. You giggled, blushing softly. "Thanks. You look amazing, too, Jakie." The name you called him made him pause, but he didn't mind it.

You stepped into his sort of clean car, the passenger seat cleaned out especially for you. "Thanks," You quietly said when he opened the door for you. "No problem, love." He replied. "Were not even at the party yet, why are you calling me these names?" You asked, buckling yourself in and watching him drive towards the precinct. "Getting into character." He smiled, his cheeks red.

When you finally arrived, he hopped out, opening your door for you. "So, before we go in, I'm gonna be holding you close to me as often as I can, ok? That good?" He asked you, fluffing up your hair for you. "Yeah, that's good." You smiled, looking into his eyes, admiring him.

He held your hand, your tiny fingers interlinked with his lengthy ones. You heard, you think, Terry call from across the room as you stepped out the elevator. "Jake! This must be the lady!" He smiled, his shirt way too tight for him, but you could see who you asssumed to be Gina eyeing him, so you knew she liked it.

"Hey, Terry! Yes, this is her, my gorgeous baby. Is Sharon here?" He asked, kissing your cheek after introducing you. You smiled at Terry, looking around for the only one you sort-of knew, Rosa. "Baby, where's Rosa?" You asked shyly. "She's over in the corner, babe. You can go see her, I gotta talk to Holt anyway. Have fun, love." He smiled, kissing you softly, holding you, then letting you walk away.

Jake walked with Terry, staring at you while you walked away. Rosa looked up, smiling softly then correcting herself when she saw you. "Hey, Rosa! Long time no see, girl." You smiled, hugging her around the neck. "I'm only letting you hug me because I like you. Never again." She growled. "Shut up, you know you love me." You nudged her arm. She grinned. "Yeah, thanks for getting me with that girl. She's the woman of my dreams, man. I love her." You smiled at her heartfelt confession that she'd probably never share with anyone.

"Good. Me and Jake are coming up on 4 months now. I really think I love him.." You closed your eyes, voice all lovey. "That's great. Why don't you go to him? He's been staring at you the whole time you've been over here. Seems like he loves you too." A chuckle escaped her lips. You gasped at the laugh. "Ok, I'll be back, boo." You replied, patting her forehead.

You walked over to Jake, letting his arm slink around your waist as he talked to Captain Holt more. You shook hands with him, introducing yourself quietly. "Well, I'm happy Jake finally found his one." Holt said seriously, his facial expression blank with no emotion.

"I'm happy I found him too. I think he might be the one." You whispered, covering your mouth from Jake, hearing a soft chuckle from the captain and a quiet smile before he went back to his regular R.B.F.

"Well, I'm gonna get some drinks. Capin' you want one?" He asked before pecking your cheek. "No. Flavor means nothing to me. Thank you." He went on, sipping a water bottle. This is why Jake always says he's insane.

Jake comes back with a cup of what you assumed to be punch, then took a sip. He looked got even when drinking a CHILDREN'S drink. What does this mean? Do you really, like, actually like Jake? You can't. That's wrong. You thought and thought, until he caught you staring at him. "Whats up, baby? You ok?.." He whispered into your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I think I'm fine. Just got a little headache." You replied, looking around to see if anyone was near or talking to you for Jake to call you that. There wasn't. Your cheeks warmed pink. "Ok, we'll, we can go home if you want, ok? Most people are clearing out anyway." He ruffled his fingers through his hair, placing his hand on your lower back, making you shiver softly.

"Ok then, uhh..let's go. I need to say goodbye to Rosa and Charles first. We're like..best friends now." You smiled at Jake, his goofy grin smiling back at you.

After saying your goodbyes, Jake kissed your lips softly. He stayed by your face for a minute, then backed away when he realized what he was doing. Hopefully nothing would escalate to the point he would see the damp spot on your panties.

Jake opened his car door for you, kissing your cheek before shutting it. "Jake, there's no one out here, why'd you do that?" You asked, putting on your seat belt. "Oh, really? Could've sworn I saw Terry.." He winked at you before driving you to your apartment.

[filmtv2022]

“Together” Part 3 (Final Part)

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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake & Y/N face her brother's funeral together. They finally realize the true depth of their feelings for one another. 

Warnings: Smut + language + part of the story takes place at a funeral reception

A/N: So first of all, I yet again apologize for the super long break between posts. Life has been pretty crazy. I'm now currently on the mend from a rough bout of covid, but thankfully I felt good enough to write today. With that being said, I'm so sorry for any editing mistakes, my brain fog is rough right now. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the final part of the "Together" mini-series!

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A constant buzz of white noise filled your ears as people continued the awkward shuffle of condolences. They meant well, but what could they possibly have to say that would take the edge off the pain? The funeral had been everything your brother deserved, but that neatly folded flag could never replace him. This wasn’t how life was supposed to be. Matt was supposed to get married and start a family of his own, but now those dreams were turned to ash. Their embers burned hot against your soul as you waited for this horrific moment in time to be over. 

Unable to take any more weepy hugs, you finally excused yourself from the reception hall, choosing instead to wander quietly through the hallways. The early evening sun poured in through the stained glass that lined the space painting a wash of red and blue across the carpet. Reaching the first set of swinging doors into the nave, you pushed gently into the space, and the hinges creaked lightly with the pressure of your touch. The high vaulted ceilings fell into shadow as the lights remained off, but even in the dimness, you could see the strong frame that was seated at the front of the pews. 

Keeping silent, you made your way toward Jake, the sound of your footsteps echoed slightly as you moved. Closing the last few paces, the tension in his body was apparent in the way his dress whites pulled tightly over his back, his head in his hands as he tried to piece himself back together. Reaching the front pew, you found the spot to his right and took it, allowing yourself to lean into his side. Acknowledging your presence, Jake lifted his head from his hands, revealing the dampness that sat on his cheeks, though his eyes remained focused on the cross hanging at the front. Needing to feel you, to be closer to you, Jake weaved your fingers together before bringing them to his lips. Placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, he exhaled deeply before gaining the courage to speak. 

“You know what he said to me the last time we saw each other?” Jake’s voice was hoarse as he broke the silence, but you were thankful for the sound of it nonetheless.

“Tell me.” Your own words were soft as they brushed along the fabric of his uniform.

“It was our last day flying together before we were reassigned to our new squadrons. We’d finished our runs and I’d been flying out of my mind, hitting maneuvers perfectly, one right after the other, but I was reckless. I was just one mistake away from ending my career or someone else’s, but I couldn’t see that, not then. But he saw it, that foolish pride… nothing ever slipped past him.” 

“Trust me, I know. I never got away with shit as a kid.” 

Jake huffed a small laugh at the shared memory of Matt’s astute gaze and superior moral compass. His wingman’s heart never faltered, even in the face of great peril, “He laid into me in front of God and everybody. I’d never seen him so angry. He told me I needed to figure out who the hell I was fighting to come home to because if I didn’t I was gonna die in that plane, all alone with no one to care when they brought my body back.”

“He said that to you? Jesus Christ, Jake. I’m sorry he-.” 

“Don’t be, he was right. He was always right. It just took me way to fucking long to figure out what the hell he was actually talking about.” Jake twisted his upper body in your direction, forcing you to lift your head from his shoulder. His strong hands found a home on your body as he anchored himself to you. The feeling of him left you breathless, your vision narrowing to only the man in front of you. 

“He was talking about you. I didn’t get it then, I was too young and stupid to realize. He saw it though, he saw us, the two of us. Together.” Jake’s breath rattled as he inhaled deeply, “I love you, I always have. I was just too big of a dumbass to figure it out sooner.”  

“Jake.” Holding fast to him, you kept your eyes fixed on his. There was such great sorrow and pain within their depths, and yet there was unmistakable hope, “You’re not the only one who can be a bit thick sometimes.” 

The two of you shared a smile at the mutual confession of your feelings and your failings. Leaning further into your space Jake captured your lips in a gentle embrace, the sensation of your uniform under his figure tips was intoxicating. Breaking the kiss, Jake rested his forehead on yours as he breathed in the scent of your sweet perfume, his own tears now flowing harder than before. Feeling his body begin to shake, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled tight. With your face tucked into his neck, you allowed yourself to fall apart together. And there you stayed, mourning the loss of a brother and wingman. 

The rest of the evening sun faded away beneath the horizon leaving the nave in murky darkness, only the light from the outer hallway added any illumination. Sensing the shift, Jake broke and stood to his full height, taking you by the hand as he moved. Holding each other close, with laced fingers the two of you made your way back to the reception in silence. There were still a fair amount of people gathered around the tables nibbling at food as they reminisced. 

Sitting around a circular white table across the room was the rest of your family. Their eyes were fixed on the steaming styrofoam cups in front of them. It took only seconds to cross the space, but it felt as though it took hours. All eyes snapped to you and Jake, your polished uniforms like a beacon of strength and sorrow. 

“Y/N, Jake.” your mother stood, pulling each of you into vigorous hugs. Her black dress seemed to hang from her slight frame as she dabbed away the tears that threatened to spill. 

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you, but Jake… this is your loss too. Matt spoke highly of you the entire time you flew together. He… he thought the world of you.” 

Jake’s throat bobbed as he tried to find his words, but they never came. Instead, he leaned down to hold your mother. The hug lasted mere seconds, but when he moved back to wrap his arm around your waist it was as if you could see the healing begin. Wiping over his mouth with his hand, Jake leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“Why don’t the two of you take off, hm? We’re gonna be awhile and you both have done more than enough today.” 

“Are you sure, Mom?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go.” her warm smile failed to reach her eyes, but there was such sincerity in her words. 

“Thanks.” 

Turning from you, her focus snapped to Jake once more, “You get her home safe, okay?” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Leaning down to hug your mother one more time, you watched as she whispered something softly into his ear. A quick nod of his head accompanied the silent words. 

…

Back at home, the quiet was deafening. The plush carpet muffled each step as the two of you made your way downstairs to the guestroom. Frigid air filled the finished basement causing you to shiver as you began to unbutton the front of your uniform. 

“Here, let me.” 

Turning you around gently, Jake’s sure hands made quick work of the task. His lips brushed lovingly from the shell of your ear to the base of your throat as he pushed the jacket from your shoulders. Needing more, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you removed his hat before threading your fingers into his hair. Slowly, but surely, the pair of you removed the barriers between you. Hands and lips explored the freshly exposed skin. 

Jake’s body shuddered as you nipped lightly along the broad expanse of his chest, soothing over the marks with your tongue. Caught up in the feeling of your skin on his, Jake found himself lowering to the ground before you. Mouthing at your body as he went. Paying attention to every scar and bump left behind by the grueling demands of your job, each one a sign that you were here despite the many attempts the world had taken to tear you away from him. Running his hands along the back of your thighs, he stood once more, pulling you off the ground with him. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you returned your attention to his lips. Pleading for more, you ran your tongue along his before taking his lower lip between your teeth. Gently, you pulled it earning a hiss and groan from him before he crashed back into the kiss. Walking you back into the door, it slammed shut with the force of his actions. The two of you lasted like this for a few minutes more, but desperation filled the air as the two of you continued to fall into the moment. 

Unable to maintain his patience, Jake fixed his grip on you before turning to find the bed. Feeling the edge of the bed against his knees, he lowered you to the mattress. Breaking apart, Jake guided you back onto the bed, the cotton of the bedspread soft beneath you. 

“Jake.” Your words failed you, but that didn’t matter because he was already there, reading your body like an open book. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” 

Sliding his hand along your side, he trapped your wrist above your head, leaving the other free. Chest to chest you breathed in the scent of his cologne as rolled his hips into yours. A sharp gasp fell from you, your lips grazing his as your head tipped back into the pillow. 

“I need you.” Jake rasped into your ear and she reached between you coaxing yet another moan from you as his fingers found their mark. 

“Fuck, Jake… please.” 

Your permission opened the floodgates. Dipping lower Jake coated his fingers with your slick, teasing your mercilessly until he could feel the muscles in your legs begin to tighten. Knowing you were close he removed his hands from your body, earning a pitiful whimper from you at the loss of his touch. 

“I know, baby.”  

Carefully, he leaned over the edge of the bed, fishing inside his bag for a condom. It took only a few seconds for him to locate what he needed, his eyes falling back to you as he tore it open and prepared himself. Turning back to you he placed tender kisses over your stomach and chest before returning to your lips. There was no real space left between you, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to be closer. Reaching for the hand that still rested above your head, he laced his fingers through yours as he pushed inside, removing the remaining distance between you. A deep groan fell from his lips as he relished the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Slowly, Jake began to move, his focus entirely on you. The way your breath hitched, the sound of your moans as they tumbled from your lips, the touch of your skin as your bodies moved together. Once more he felt the changes in you as he pulled you closer to the edge. Fighting for control of himself, Jake continued to focus on you, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever, lost in this peace that he found with you. 

Time stood still as the flood of your release washed over you. Jake’s hips began to stutter, his pace faltering as he too tumbled over the edge. Totally, and completely, spent, Jake rested his weight on his forearms next to your head. Brushing the strands of hair stuck to your forehead behind your ear, his eyes fell on yours. Even in the shadowy light of the guestroom, it was easy to see the love in his eyes. The corners scrunch softly forming light lines. Those lines were a permanent reminder of the years that had passed since the two of you first met. 

“I love you, Jake.” your warm breath floated over his cheeks as the stared deep into your eyes, your soul laid bare for him and him alone. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

Feeling his arms grow weak from dropping adrenaline, Jake rolled onto his side taking you with him. Sure that you were safely laying on your side, he gingerly pulled himself from you. It took a few minutes for him to clean the two of you up, but Jake returned to his spot in the bed as quickly as he could. The warmth radiating from the two of you was more than enough initially to fend off the chill of the air, but as your heart rates returned to normal goosebumps began to spread across your skin. A shiver ran down your spine from the temperature change. Shifting under the covers, he drew you in close, his hand resting just under your breast as his front fell flush with your back. Inhaling deeply, your breaths began to fall in sync with one another, the two of you drifting off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms. This was the beginning of a whole new world, one where the pair of you would finally allow yourself to feel the happiness of time spent in one another arms. A world where you realized that you were stronger together than you ever could hope to be apart. 

[lucreziaq2001]

•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Five people having believed their friend/acquaintance committed suicide for almost fourty years, a president's assassination, a young girl's death happening that same day, people "being rude" to their former friend/acquaintance because he is an alcoholic and some of them refusing to talk about the girl who died at first.

•A person I met on Wattpad helped me write this, so the credits for this chapter also go to that girl. I can't tag her on here, though.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @chrrysgirl, @hugyourlungs, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @rynwritesreid, @strangermoonlove.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 5: A reunion of former schoolmates

River.

All it had taken was that word on a piece of paper, and Spencer had asked for a few days off from work, told his wife and daughters that he had an urgent appointment in New York State, and gotten in the next plane to Long Island.

He knew what that word meant, and he also knew it wouldn't have led to anything, but he was certain that if Aaron Hotchner, with whom he had never had much contact and whom he hadn't seen in thirty-nine years, had called him, it had to be something urgent.

As he arrived at the address Aaron had told him, a few hours later, the man stopped in front of that house's front door with his heart in his throat and his stomach twisted in anxiety.

How could Aaron think he had the right to force him to remember things he would rather have forgotten?

But he was there now, so he decided to ring the doorbell.

Under it, however, there wasn't the last name "Hotchner", as Spencer expected, but "Rossi".

He had heard that last name before, it was that of a fairly famous former writer, but it meant nothing important to him.

As soon as the door was opened, a high-pitched sound distracted Spencer from his thoughts.

"Matt!" the voice of a person he hadn't see since he had finished high school, way back in 1968, exclaimed.

Although thirty-five years had passed and she had changed a lot, Jennifer Jareau was still perfectly recognizable, at least in Spencer's opinion.

"Jennifer!" Matthew replied, and then he hugged her "I thought no one would have come. I'm happy Aaron was right, at least this time".

"No one? What are you talking about, Matthew?" Spencer intervened at that point.

Aaron stood up from the desk he had been sitting at and said "Hello" to both him and Jennifer, then simply added "I knew they would have come".

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and when the door was opened, a tall, dark-skinned man, with the muscles in his arms still well sculpted despite the fact that he was now over 55 years old, and wearing sunglasses, walked in.

"Little Genius?" was the first thing he said, obviously addressing Spencer, still using the nickname he had given him when they had first met, at 16 and 12 years old.

"Derek?" the younger man replied, getting up and going straight to him.

"How long has it been since we last saw each other? It seems like an eternity!" Derek laughed.

"An eternity is just a subjective thing. It's actually been thirty-seven years, seven days, seventeen minutes and thirty-two-" Spencer responded, but before he could finish his speech, someone interrupted him.

Two women had just arrived, two more people everyone in the room had known well during their adolescence, which now seemed so distant it was like another life.

One of the two, blonde, all dressed up, and wearing a flashy fuchsia dress, immediately ran towards him and Derek with open arms.

They both smiled as she stopped in front of them and hugged them both.

"Hey, Baby Girl, doesn't time ever pass for you?" Derek then asked her, winking ather after speaking.

"Do you know what Aaron wants to talk to us about or is it a secret?" Penelope then questioned, but before anyone could answer her, an elderly man and a woman about the same age as him walked into the room.

Spencer and Jennifer immediately recognized one of them.

It was former writer David Rossi, and if they weren't mistaken, the woman next to him was his wife Erin.

"Hello, everyone" David said, clearing his throat "If we're all here, then we can get started"

"Get started?" Jennifer asked "I don't know what you want to discuss, honestly. Emily committed suicide".

"No, it's not like that. Or rather, Matthew contacted me saying that she didn't kill herself and I want to believe it" Dave replied with conviction, making Derek nod "We have to reconstruct exactly everything that happened that night. I had already tried to do some research those days, but public attention was obviously focused on Kennedy's assassination".

"What do you know about this story?" Elle interjected, turning to Matthew.

"I was on the bridge and saw something that night. And I can say with certainty that Emily was killed" the man explained to her.

"Oh. And when did you see it, exactly? Between one bottle of beer and the next?" she retorted, earning a glare from Aaron, who had been her boyfriend in high school.

"I would be grateful if you all could cooperate" David added at that point, intervening in defense of the person he now considered an acquaintance.

"And why do we have to relive that day just because of one of Matthew's whims?" Derek said, then he turned back to his former schoolmate and asked "What exactly did you see?".

"I heard a car arrive on the bridge at full speed, then the sound of Emily's body hitting the water and the car starting again. Do you still have doubts Emily was killed now?" Matthew replied, then he just waited for the answer he knew was going to come soon from his former schoolmates.

[fanichus]

FANfic cap 5

Whit this position I started to remember that time when someone once tell me that Asha en I looked good together better than whit Demian... he rage, I don't know if because of the idea that I was with his brother or for another reason but my Devil almost broke the nose of that guy who happened to be my most hateful cousin I don't even remember how they stopped it but someone did

I was thinking about that when I heard a loud noise and then I felt the floor *Ouch*

*Why the hell are you touching her?* He looks upset wait, did he throw my vase or what was the noise?, Demian walked over to me and helped me up but in the process he pushed Asha and put me behind him as if he... wanted to... protect me?

*I don't know if you saw it brother but she was about to fall I just grabbed her so it wouldn't happen* It seemed that Demian wanted to hit him or rip his face off, Asha just was amused... not... scared?... not... the truth is that I don't know what his expression was but he wasn't apparently upset, I don't know what to do, how do I distract him?

Lucky for me the skeletons... I mean Colt and Roulette listened and managed to distract them

*Sorry for interrupting but we're gonna be late if this continues* Roulette speak so calmed, he turned to look at me and pointed towards the corridor, Colt took advantage of the moment and took Demian by the shoulder and they disappeared in the blink of an eye *I already put the boxes in a room so that you can change, miss* he smiled at me

I didn't realize that Demian and Colt wasn't even here, and Asha didn't point at that, he just smiled, hid the package behind him and told me that we would see each other later, that he also had a lot of work to do and did not want to take up any more time, I felt bad for him, he looks very tired and I suppose that this did not help him in the slightest, after saying goodbye Roulette guided me to the room he chose and said that I should start getting ready so we could leave also that if I needed help with anything I should call them

*Wait can you tell me if the place is elegant or not ?*

*It's pretty elegant, miss, believe me when you see what we brought you will see how elegant it will be* I thanks and I went inside

I took a deep breath and walked to the boxes, there were six boxes, I started to open a round box in which was a wig, one half was red and the other was black, and it was much longer than my hair. Then I continued with a small box, and I was surprised to see what were quite interesting pupils had a black and red design... I guess today I will wear those colors a lot. Then the other medium box had some heels but these were only black with what seems to be a string of pearls, the heel is wide and luckily they are not that high in fact they look very comfortable. Another of the boxes contained a set of pearl necklace and earrings. The fifth box had a fluffy white shawl, it looked very soft and elegant also inside were black velvet gloves that reached to the elbows. And last and most important, the biggest and last box was the dress, like everything else, it was black and red, the corset was black velvet with a sweetheart neckline, and straps decorated with a bit of white lace, the skirt was also velvet but red bean simple, which reached the floor but with the shoes I think it should fit me well. I took everything and started to fix myself.

I can't believe how different I look with all this on I look sexy I admit it the dress fits perfectly to all my curves the wig feels wear after so much I admit that I missed wearing one, what it cost me was putting on the pupils I really don't know how I did it but I managed to put them on, then I put on makeup professionally according to me but something told me that it was too much, I painted my lips a matte red that looked similar to the one on the skirt, a bit of mascara for my eyelashes, glitter on my eyes and a black eyeliner and I was ready. I felt very... elegant and sexy, I don't think I get tired of saying it to myself. I think it should come out already if it won't be done later

I returned to the others and they all turned to see me *Well, how do I look?*

The next will be in the restaurante I think so , I hope I am writing them correctly @battlemaiden13 here is your next chapter seriously you inspire me a lot.

[captainsspnanon]

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What a fan-fucking-tastic episode!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!

Though it started off poorly, with my pet peeve of Sam. STOP telling other players what their PCs are doing. And STOP metagaming to try to have people RP a scene that you want to see. Nothing Marisha RPed in the past episode indicated that she was 'glowing', and in the episode before it could very much have been read as excitement over a new dress. And just because you saw Laura and Marisha roleplay their PCs kissing, doesn't mean that FCG suddenly can tell.

*grumbles* Sorry, like I said, pet peeve. He's done it multiple times in C3 (to the point where players had to actively contradict him trying to tell them that their PCs were doing something or had something happen to him), he did it a bunch in C2, and while I can't remember, he probably did it in C1 too. And several times when he does it, he ends up completely changing the characterization that the player was RPing- ie Fearne confidently flirting with the were-panther, and then he tells her that she's blushing and nervous, completely the opposite of how Ashley was doing it. (he also does it later again in the episode implying that they slept together. seriously fuck off with this sam.)

(on the other hand, I cannot deny that Laura just absolutely losing her shit while Laudna was stuttering was hysterical)

Why am I not upset at Marisha for doing a very similar thing afterwards (forcing Taliesin to talk about backstory)? One, it was information that her PC knew, and two, it wasn't presented as a good or funny thing. It was a clear deflection, and very angrily done. It is perfectly reasonable to imagine Ashton calling her out later for doing so.

Honestly, everyone's opinion on the gods make sense for me EXCEPT for Orym. Iunno, maybe Keyleth's attitude rubbed off on him during his training, and that influences the fact that he's had several positive interactions with gods and makes it more neutral?

Let me be very very clear. All the jokes about the flower names? 10000 percent worth it for the 25ish temp HP that the boss got at the end. Some of these were SO clever! Plus, Matt's exasperated face is always fun XD

Three nat 1s for stealth!! I cannot remember the last time that this happened, unless it was Travis with the three nat 1s for Fjord at the festival way back at the beginning of C2. DELICIOUS!

The combat was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! I do kinda wish I could see two different versions, one where Fearne's persuasion failed, and one where the enemies actually rolled decent. Because the group was freaking out a lot, but I'm actually gonna go back and do calculations, 'cause I'm pretty sure most of them were really good on HP? Like, I genuinely think only Imogen was in true danger.

Okay, before the short rest from last episode/start of this one - Fearne was at 16 HP, Ashton at 88, Orym at 79, Laudna around 72 depending on temp HP gain, Chetney 82, FCG 19, and Imogen at full. Unknown how much healing with short rest.

After the short rest, Fearne took no damage in her regular form, Ashton only took 16 points, Orym only took 22, Chetney took 14, FCG took 19, and Laudna took none. Imogen went down and was brought back to 4 HP.

So.....Yeah, I don't get why they were freaking out so hard, when basically all of them had a bunch of HP. (I also don't get why Tal tends not to tank despite having the best HP and having rage damage reduction.) Ah well. Still entertaining! Plus seeing them freak out is always fun, even if at times confusing.

Travis and cursed swords, what is a better pairing?

ASHLEY. FEARNE. BOTH OF YOU. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, THIS IS AMAZING, I LOVE THIS AND CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FALLOUT OMG (also you totally should have just propositioned him right then and there! XD)

[talkingpointsusa]

Of Rubes and Rubins; Debunking the December 13th 2023 Episode of the Rubin Report.

After how furiously I reacted to Matt Walshes episode on Wednesday, I figured we should take a break from the current crop of talking heads we feature on this blog and talk about a new person, and that new person is Dave Rubin.

For those who don't know Dave Rubin, Dave was formerly a member of the Young Turks before leaving and starting his own show. Since then he has been a massive source of embarrassment to himself and others. From basically begging Ben Shapiro to go to the anniversary party for him and his husband and then being shocked when he realized that this new crowd he is hanging out with is deeply homophobic to giving us galaxy brained quotes like "Authoritarian's love authoritarianism." Dave is both a source of amusement and frustration to myself and others.

I truly believe that Dave Rubin is a pure grifter. While people like Matt Walsh and Charlie Kirk seem to be true believers, Dave here basically did a complete 180 on his political views overnight. Coincidentally that 180 happened to be when he got a truckload of money from the Koch Brothers (Source; The American Prospect, Why Should We Care About Faux Free-Speech Warriors? Because the Koch Brothers Are Paying Their Bills).

He tried his hand at making money off of the left but when that didn't work he decided to become a right-wing grifter. I don't like calling people liars and con-men but in Dave's case it is blatantly obvious.

On the 13th, Dave was also talking about Dana White saying the right should end the Bud Light boycott. There is no way his take could be worse than the dreck Matt Walsh was throwing up on the 13th....right?

I guess we shall see. Let's get into it, shall we?

Transphobia Warning. God, I hate how many times I have had to write that so far;

2:38: "But what you don't wanna do is snatch victory away, you don't wanna snatch defeat from the jaws of victory."

Dave Rubin: Master orator. I'm sure he was quite proud of that one.

If you saw my right-wing figures tier list and wondered why I put Dave Rubin under "accidental comedy", this is why. This kind of thing happens a lot on Dave's show.

2:55: "As you guys know, a couple months back Dylan Mulvaney, this dude who puts on a dress and it's unclear if he or she had all the surgeries, doesn't even matter. Calls himself uhh, well wait. He's Dylan Mulvaney, he calls himself what? What's the girls name?"

Here we have Dave struggling to understand somebodies identity. Starting off strong here.

If you are transgender you don't legally have to change your name, that should be obvious. It's your identity and your body so it's your choice at the end of the day. Dylan has decided that she is keeping the name Dylan and that's perfectly fine, her choice at the end of the day and really as long as she's happy it's a good choice.

What I find hilarious about this clip is that I don't think Dave realizes how dumb this comment makes him long. The right has been talking about this person for months and you're just now realizing that Dylan kept her birth name?

Dave gives some more "backstory" for the boycott, don't care, we've talked about why it happened what feels like a million times. He then plays the Dana White/Tucker Carlson Bud Light clip. As said previously, this is fully because Dana was given so much money by the company that it would be unreasonable from a business standpoint for him to not take the deal. Anyway, all of that isn't important. What is important is Dave's hot take on the situation. Let's listen (or in your case read).

7:36: "Now look, regardless if you are a patriot, super patriot, or a regular patriot, or a half a patriot, nobody should be drinking gallons of Bud Light. You shouldn't be drinking a ton of beer in general."

Dana wasn't literally saying you should be drinking gallons of Bud Light, he was just saying you should be drinking it again if you are participating in the boycott.

Also, let's unpack the levels of "patriot" here. I guess half a patriot is someone who is a Trump supporter but isn't fully into the cult of Trump. But what I am confused about is how does one graduate from a regular patriot to a super patriot? I guess the guys who stormed the Capitol were super patriots in this hierarchy, I'm not sure.

Man, we're only seven minutes in and this is already really dumb.

8:16: "He keeps saying that Bud Light is more in line with your values but he never lays out what that means, how is Bud Light more in line with your values than these other companies?"

Well, as Dave later astutely points out, it's completely for the money. Golly, imagine changing all your values over money. I wonder who would do that, eh Dave?!

8:31: "But in essence what he's saying is 'Bud Light gave us a shit ton of money.'"

As I hinted at earlier, Dave Rubin has absolutely zero right to criticize somebody for selling out their beliefs for cash for the reasons I explained above. The absolute lack of self-awareness is astonishing.

Dave then plays another clip of Dana explaining why he went with Bud Light. Dana makes some claims about the charitable things Bud Light has done. It's absolutely still about the money but Dave decides to "engage with this argument" and gives what might be one of the dumbest takes of the year.

11:57: "Alright, so they employ 65,000 people and you don't want those people to suffer. Of course you don't. Actually, when the Bud Light boycott happened we played a video of a guy who was just like a local distributor in a store saying 'Hey, nobodies buying Bud Light anymore, my job is in trouble.' Of course you have sympathy for those people for sure but there's tons of other beer companies."

So what Dave is essentially saying here is that 65,000 people will be out of a job if Bud Light goes under because the right is throwing a tantrum over an Instagram post, but that's A-OK because "they'll just get a job somewhere else."

WHAT?!

Does Dave not realize how hard it is to get a job in todays market is, let alone the mental toll being laid off causes?! These employees have families to feed and bills to pay. The effects of being laid off can destroys somebodies life. They can lead to people not being able to afford healthcare and even basic things like food for your children. To just flippantly say that they should "just get a job somewhere else" is completely ignoring, well, reality!

12:37: "Also the idea that you shouldn't boycott a company because they have a lot of employees, the government has a lot of employees. So something is not good, inherently, because it has a lot of employees."

First of all, that's an apples to oranges comparison because you can't boycott the government! Comparing a private corporation to the government is insanely stupid!

Secondly, I am not anti-boycott but the boycott has to be for a good reason. "I didn't like an Instagram post because it had a trans person in it" isn't a good reason to boycott a company and put those jobs on the line. If the company is doing something objectively bad than you can boycott them.

13:51: "I mean, look at the stories that we've told you in the past couple of days about Harvard and Penn and what you see happening all over the whole world right now in terms of the wrong ideas getting into institutions and what that does."

Putting aside the Harvard and UPenn stuff, which we already touched on before and probably will again when it's more relevant, I would like to point out that Dave Rubin is gay.

I normally wouldn't point to somebodies sexuality and say that it should inform their political beliefs, but in this case I feel like it's justified because a couple decades ago people would have been saying that Dave marrying who he wants to marry was one of those "wrong ideas."

This, in my opinion, makes his lack of empathy towards transgender people more stunning and disgusting. Dave, of all people we have covered on this blog so far, should know the most about what it's like to be othered because of your sexuality. So the fact that he's willingly spouting hateful rhetoric against transgender people for money is all the more disgraceful.

14:10: "I was at Busch Gardens when I was a kid. Saw the clydesdales, great horses. I don't want them to suffer but that's not a reason to drink Bud Light."

If Dave wasn't talking out of his ass he would know that Anheuser-Busch hasn't had anything to do with Busch Gardens since 2009. It's currently owned by SeaWorld.

14:23: "Or perhaps what Dana could have done is say 'Ok, you know what? You guys are offer-' Like, they must have offered him a crazy amount of money, I have no idea. At one point it said they were gonna triple their marketing budget. Let's say they offered him 50 million bucks, I don't know what the number is, I'm completely making that out of thin air. He could have said to them 'Alright, you want me to put my reputation on the line. I'll take your cash, that's pretty good and I can do good things with that cash and build my brand and all that stuff and everything else. But your gonna have to apologize first.'"

Again, Dave Rubin; master orator.

If Dana did that, InBev realistically would have said no to the deal and found another sponsor who was more willing to play by their rules. Like I said when I covered Matt Walsh's response to this, InBev's best move is to ride this out and wait for these guys to get distracted by some new culture war related nonsense. If they apologize they will have pissed off the LGBTQ community, well everyone in that community except for Dave, and the left as a whole. They would have an even worse fallout to deal with.

15:19: "So I will remind you in just a moment about what Bud Light actually did and then we're gonna connect it to a bunch of wider stuff because this is much bigger than just about crappy beer that I used to drink upside-down from a keg when I was in college because I was a pretty cool dude."

You aren't anymore and I would pay to see you do a keg stand on your show.

And I'll say it again, it was one bloody Instagram post and it wasn't even on the Bud Light account, it was on Dylan's. The only broader issue that conservatives have with this is "I hate trans people."

17:06: "And I promise you people, if Gravity Defyer offers a sponsorship to Dylan Mulvaney I will not work for them. And if I came in here and suddenly I was like 'Oh, I like Dylan Mulvaney, isn't he and or she wonderful in her Gravity Defyer shoes?' And I was doing that, you might think 'Dave, how much did they pay you to say that?'"

Awww, look at you pretending to have principals. That would be almost as crazy as you being a relatively progressive commentator for most of your career and then all of a sudden, coincidentally around the time the Koch Brothers started paying you, you became a hardcore conservative. And you know what would be really dumb? If the only explanation you gave for this sudden dramatic change in ideals was "the left became too left-wing".

I personally think Michael Knowles is painfully disingenuous and smarmy which is part of why I really don't like listening to him, but Dave Rubin takes disingenuous to new extremes.

Dave then plays a clip of the VP of marketing at Bud Light explaining the decision for the ad.

19:05: "Frat guys drink beer. You know who doesn't really drink beer? Trans women!"

Dave is wrong yet again. As a matter of fact, alcohol abuse is pretty common among trans women specifically. This is an awful fact and it is probably in part due to the attitude of hatred around their sexuality that people like Dave Rubin have exploited for money and views. However, we are here to talk about the the claim being made here that "trans people don't drink" which is completely false.

Now let's look at the other group he's mentioned, people in college.

What he was saying was absolutely true back in the day, but not so much anymore. For the past two decades the trend (source, Cleveland Clinic) of alcohol consumption amongst young adults in college has been going downwards with 30% of college students saying they don't drink beer, wine, or spirits in 2018.

So from that standpoint, college students are starting to drink less and transwomen are starting to drink more.

19:13: "Trans women, whatever that is even, is such a tiny, a ridiculously tiny percentage of the population that to market to them would be insane."

They weren't just marketing to transwomen specifically. If the broader LGBTQ population, which when you factor all of them in becomes a way larger chunk of the population, were to see trans representation in an ad they might be more inclined to buy from that brand.

19:38: "When you're out on a date. If the girl, your sitting at the bar, you order something and then the girl, I mean before this whole Bud Light thing, if the girl said 'I'll have a Bud Light' what would you have thought of that girl? Red flag right?"

Or "Oh, she likes Bud Light. Ok."

Like, who cares what your partners drink of choice is? As long as they like it and it isn't a danger to themself and others it doesn't matter at all!

19:55: "But, like, it's not for girls."

This show is so dumb. Sure, females aren't Bud Lights target market, but who cares if a female likes Bud Light or not?

That's like a twelve year old telling his little sister that she can't play with his action figure because "It's not for girls". Man, this is so dumb.

20:03: "You see how I'm connecting this to everything else. Once woke gets into the system, whether it's Harvard (and) the next thing you know they're calling for genocide of Jews. Whether it's Bud Light and instead of marketing to frat guys they're trying to get chicks to drink their shitty beer. It destroys absolutely everything."

Protestors calling for an end to the war in the Middle East aren't calling for the genocide of Jews but that's beside the point. Also, I have asked this before but what the hell even is wokeness?!

What is important is that Dave Rubin thinks that a company *GASP* expanding their advertising to try and appeal to an untapped market will lead to the literal end of society! Even if we use his argument this is stupid for a massive reason. How is a company trying to expand to different markets even comparable to calling for genocide?!

Dave then plays the ad and the clip of Kid Rock shooting Bud Light cans. Once the clips end, it becomes time once again for more of Dave's ever so brilliant insights.

22:15: "But there's something interesting going on here. As Brock just mentioned, just what was it? Two weeks ago? When Trump walked out at a UFC event with Dana White and Tucker Carlson, Kid Rock was with him too. So there's this strange thing where these people are sort of taking every side of everything."

I feel like Dave is coming to terms with the fact that everyone else on the right is as much of a money hungry grifter as he is.

Dave decides to give us his take on the satanic statue in Iowa. Again, this was last week Wednesday so this was before the mural was decapitated. He plays the clip of Ron DeSantis saying that the Satanic Temple got their tax exemption during the Trump Administration. He doesn't really have a take on it, just boring crap of him saying so much without saying anything. Dave plays another clip of Ron DeSantis, he's apparently a DeSantis guy. Considering he lives in Florida, this makes sense. Considering that he's gay and DeSantis is a giant homophobe who claims that Trump was too sympathetic to LGBTQ+ people, this makes no sense. Then he delivers this gem.

30:09: "Everyone with their head on straight knows that Florida is now the model for whatever America can be if America's gonna succeed."

Bahahaha. If Florida is the model for an ideal America, that country is doomed. Florida has had 28 mass shootings this month and accounts for nearly 12% of all mass shootings in the states.

Florida is also the third most dangerous state for violent crime, with 2,087 homicides being reported so far this year.

Florida's track record with LGBTQ+ people and passing anti-LGBTQ+ legislation is so bad that the Human Rights Campaign issued a travel advisory to Florida.

So yeah, if Florida is the model for a successful America you'd get an extremely bigoted nation with a shit-ton of violent crime...which to be fair is the trajectory that America is headed down.

Dave plays another DeSantis clip. Whatever.

32:13: "Intrinsically, telling the truth is the right thing to do."

I agree, too bad this is coming from a guy who is being paid to lie about everything.

Dave then talks about Ukraine funding and border security. There have been a record number of migrants heading into the US and the Republicans have refused to approve more foreign aid unless Biden does something about the border. Essentially, the Republicans want to make it harder for migrants and refugees to get in if they fear persecution in their home countries (New York Times).

34:18: "What does Ukraine funding have to do with defending our border?"

They are two entirely separate issues and the only reason they are being equated here is because the right is making that an issue. Nobody on the left is saying "defending Ukraine is defending our borders".

Also, for a guy who is super pro-Israel, Dave really shouldn't be defending this. The Republicans are withholding aid to Israel as well!

34:22: "If we cannot defend our border why should we be giving money to Ukraine?"

Same argument can be made for Israel. Also, because multiple innocent Ukrainians lives are on the line due to Russia's invasion. They need our help.

36:23: "We don't know who the good guys and bad guys are."

Hmmm, we've got the military superpower that is invading a tiny country and has committed multiple war crimes and the country that is being invaded. Man, it's so hard to figure out who the good guys and bad guys are.

36:31: "By the way, I would say that's starkly different than whats going on with Israel and Gaza because there's a very clear win there which is the toppling of Hamas."

There is also a very clear win in Ukraine and that is Russia stopping the invasion and withdrawing their troops from Ukrainian land.

38:15: "How about we deal with problems related to prices of food and things of that nature?"

Again, this appeals to Israel funding as well. Plus, Israel is a nation that is way more powerful than Ukraine without American funding so an argument can be made that funding should be slowed for Israel and more focused on Ukraine if you want money to deal with problems in America.

Also, the Republicans haven't provided an effective solution to inflation.

Dave then talks about the colleges a bit more, and then drops this gem.

42:08: "I'm just not hiring college grads anymore. If you do not go to college, if you have virtually no education, we want you here at the Rubin Report."

Can't make that up. I would imagine that college graduates aren't banging down Dave Rubin's door as most of them will realize within five minutes of a show how flimsy everything he says is.

And with that, the show ends. What a fitting note.

Conclusion:

So, what have we learnt today? Well, Dave Rubin thinks 65,000 people being fired over one ad is fine and he just generally doesn't have a clue what he is talking about. Since I wrote this on Sunday, the next episode will probably cover how one of these guys responded to the senate gay sex video, might even do multiple of these guys Monday shows just to get an idea of the full spectrum of reactionary's reacting.

Cheers and I'll see you in the next one!

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Pink Bra Strap

Klitz x reader

Klitz x female reader

Klitz The Girl Next Door

word count: 1.6k

warnings: sexual themes, drinking, alcohol, sexual tension and teasing, sexual awkwardness of Klitz (the porn star), mentions of masturbation, groping

a/n hi i love klitz. and paul dano. something about his portrayal of klitz just makes me go feral. no explanation. no clue how to caption this on my masterlist, so idk. enjoy!

summary Klitz takes care of a drunk Y/N at a party

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A black dress is a girl’s best friend. Tonight just proved that. You wandered into the front yard with your best friend, Jessica. She had been dying to go to the party, her new boyfriend Chad was hosting it. You took a deep breathe and pulled up your pink bra strap, waiting for the door to open. Chad’s friends were setting up the keg, and another girl was already getting the speakers up. “Your early!” Chad said, whisking Jessica away. You sighed, wandering over to the drink table and filling up the first red solo cup of the night. You watched the sun set from Chad’s backyard, watching the dark tones reflect off the pool. 

The party seemed to flash before your eyes. Dozens of people loaded their trucks into Chad’s driveway, loading kid after kid off the back. Jessica faded back into the football crowd, leaving you to fend for your own. You didn’t blame her, Chad was the star quarterback. But you hated that she dragged you along to this, and now left you alone. 

Social events were not your favorite. Sure, small get togethers were fun with your girlfriends. But big crowds made you nervous. And being nervous caused you to drink more than you usually would. You didn’t even notice the refill after refill until you found yourself slumped over on a couch. 

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Klitz hated parties. He had no clue why he was here anyways. Well, that wasn't completely true. He followed Matt who followed his new blonde babe into this wasteland of high school jocks. Him and Eli had found a comfy spot on the fancy couch of the rich football player who was hosting this party. Klitz practically jumped into Eli’s arms when you tripped on your heels and fell onto the couch. 

After Klitz had saw you in the lunch room for the first time, he fell hard. Your hair was flowing behind you. Your mini skirt bounced as you walked. Your socks sat perfectly above your knees, and your tennis polo made your tits pop. Klitz’s heartbeat synched to the patter of your heels against the school linoleum. Matt thought Klitz had went into septic shock afterwards because he was so stunned by your beauty. 

Ever since that day, whenever Klitz saw you he would always most likely make a fool of himself. Like when he saw you across the courtyard, but conveniently Eli had kicked him in the nuts at the same time. He tried to tell himself that you and your friends weren’t the ones laughing when he was writhing in pain, holding his crotch. Or when you walked by him in the hallway and he smelled your scent. He let out an uncontrollable audible moan. Eli didn’t let that die down for weeks, moaning loudly whenever he saw you in the hallway with Klitz. The worst was when he had to give a presentation in class. At the end, you had asked a question to him about the topic of the sequence of algebraic probabilities in space. The sound of you saying his name made his dick twitch. He struggled to even give you a response, making a complete fool of himself in front of the whole class. 

You secretly loved the attention from Klitz. He was the conventionally unattractive nerd at your school. But something about those glasses and the way he carried himself just drove you absolutely nuts. You didn’t dare even mention this crush to Jessica, you knew it would be social suicide. But that didn’t stop your mind from wandering to Klitz’s bony hands when you were pleasuring yourself at night. When you noticed him tense up in class when you asked him a question, it drove you nuts. 

But there you were now, sitting on the couch wasted off your ass. 

“Dude,” Eli whispered into Klitz’s ear. 

You heard Eli talking, and turned to find Klitz cowering against Eli. 

“Klitzy!” you yelled, draping your arms around his shoulder. His eyes went wide with shock, looking to Eli for any help whatsoever. Eli unfortunately had the same response as Klitz. 

“Ugh! I am so happy you are here,” you sighed into the crook of his neck. Klitz laughed awkwardly, not sure of what to do. You rocked back on his hips, ignoring the bulge that had formed the second you sat down on the couch. “Everyone else here sucks,” you laughed, noticing Klitz staring at your again fallen down bra strap. You blushed, pushing it up. 

“Hi Eli!” you smiled, noticing his friend watching in awe from behind him. “I did not expect the two of you to be here.” you said, swinging back with your arms still draped around Klitz’s neck. “I did not expect you to know our names,” Eli whispered. Klitz slapped Eli on the arm. “You two are so funny,” you slurred, laying your head on Klitz’s shoulder. You let out a calming sigh, which ironically made Klitz more uncomfortable. “You drink anything tonight yet, Klitzy?” you asked, playing with the ends of his hair. “Uh- yeah, yeah.” he stuttered. You could read through the sad virgin’s lies. “Let’s get you s’more, hm?” you asked him, booping his nose. 

“Yeah Klitz, go get another drink man.” Eli encouraged his friend. “O-okay,” he began to say, but you had already dismounted him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the keg. 

“Good shit, huh?” you asked him, leaning up against the side of Chad’s house. The pool was filled with skinny dippers and thong wearers. People were passed out in the lawn, or running around topless trying to play drunk tag. It took Klitz a second to realize you were asking him about the beer he had been periodically sipping. “Yeah, uh, good shit.” he repeated, taking another sip for confidence. 

You almost spit out your drink when you heard your favorite song come over the speakers. “Mhm, Klitz! You have to dance with me,” you yelled over the party, setting your cup on the floor. “Oh well, I don’t really…” “Oh come on, please?” you begged. He couldn't say no to you. Not ever. 

You placed his hands on your waist as you let the music flow through your body. He was stiff as a board, trying not to let any of his body touch yours. You scoffed as you noticed this, and pulled his waist into yours. But unfortunately you had wandered too close to the pool, and began to slip in. Klitz tried his best to catch you, but gravity won. He was about to jump in to save you when you resurfaced, wiping the water off your face. 

“Fuck! That was cold,” you yelled, taking Klitz’s hand to help you out. “Should I find your- uh, friend?” Klitz yelled over the music, giving you his coat. You were shivering. “Jessica? 20 bucks she’s hooking up with Chad in one of his trucks,” you scoffed, sobering up from the cold water. Klitz grabbed your hand, dragging you through the party to find a bathroom. You gasped, bringing Klitz’s hand up to your face. “Klitzy! Your holding my hand!” you cooed, giving each knuckle a kiss. Klitz was praying he didn’t cream his pants right then. 

He opened the secluded bathroom under the stairs. Thank god it was empty. You sat on the sink as Klitz looked for any towels, but only found a robe. “That works,” you giggled, pulling down the straps to your black dress. Klitz’s eyes went big when he noticed your erect nipples through your bra, quickly turning around. “Oh, its alright Klitz. I trust your not a perv,” you said, singing out the word perv. Only if you knew. He handed you the robe, his eyes glued to the floor as he heard the sopping wet bra hit the floor. His face was burning red. 

He sat adjacent to you, leaning up against the bathroom wall with his arms crossed. You sat on the sink ledge, watching his glasses begin to fog. “Lemme help,” you whispered, jumping down from the sink and reaching for Klitz’s glasses. He then thanked whatever god was looking down at him that he still had his near sight vision. He watched you clean them with the robe, it coming up above your hip revealing your panty line. You paused and smiled, watching Klitz watch you. 

“You like what you see?” you asked, adjusting the glasses back on his nose. “No, uh I-” 

You drunkenly shushed Klitz with a finger to his mouth. “I have to tell you something,” you giggled, motioning for Klitz to come closer to you. Finding this stupid since you were the only two in here, he played along. “You can’t tell anyone though,” you smirked, closing into his arms. This time he graciously accepted you, trying to hold you as best as he could. “I really like you Klitz. Your hot shit,” 

And then he knew he 100% just came in his pants. 

You giggled, brushing your nose against his. Your soft lips brushed against his chapped ones. You didn’t mind. The kiss was more on the weak side, but you found it cute. His celibate nature. You then placed your hands in his hair, messing it up completely. You felt a tiny moan move through your mouth as Klitz’s held you tight. He could taste the cherry chapstick and liquor on your lips, wishing to never taste anything but that ever again.

Well, maybe besides you.

This beautiful moment was ruined by a knock at the door. Awkwardly, Klitz slid out from under your grasp and opened the door to find Jessica. 

“What the fuck are you doing in the bathroom with Klitz?” she questioned, a disgusted look on her face. “You werent-” she said, angrily insinuating the worst. “No, Jess. I-I fell in the pool and Klitzy saved me,” you giggled, attempting to wrap your arms against his tall slender figure. “We- I was j-just leaving,” Klitz said, mortified. “Whatever. We’re leaving Y/N, Chad is taking us out on his boat.” Jessica ordered, turning around and leaving expecting you to follow. You sighed, knowing there was no way of getting out of this. 

You grabbed the soft flesh of Klitz’s buttcheak, making him jump. “This isn’t over, Klitzy.” you moaned in his ear, giving the side of his neck a quick kiss before Jessica noticed your delay.

Definitely came for the second time. 100%.

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¦¦ The Deep Cut ¦¦

Rating: M

Pairing: Matt Murdock / gn Reader

Tags/Warnings: Blood, tears, ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, omg why did i write this, established relationship, 

Authors notes: my good dudes, I have no idea where this came from, I’m perfectly happy with no sad feels at all, this just came pouring out! Please reblog if you enjoyed it, and please comment if you would like a Part Two and if it should be filled with more ANGST or make it a fluffy resolution.

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Part II - Lover, You Should Have Come Over

A crash followed by what sounded like someone half falling down the stairs was what jolted you from sleep.

"Matt?"

You leapt out of bed, following the groaning and scrabbling noises of the devil knocking almost everything off the kitchen counter trying to stay standing. You put the lights on and saw the drips of red on the floor behind him.

"Jesus," You lurched forward to support him, scanning his suit for tears as you guided him to sit down on the chair. You helped him lift off the mask, wet with blood that you hoped wasn't his own. You pushed his damp hair out of his eyes that were flickering back and forth. Holding the sides of his face gently in your hands, you checked him over. He had a slash on his brow and the skin around his eye below was pink and starting to puff up.

"I'm ok..." He wheezed, crumpling in the chair.

"Like fuck you are."

"Sh- should see the other guys..." He coughed, some blood leaking from his mouth, but from the burst lip or something internal you couldn't tell.

"I'll call Claire." You said, looking over at the oven clock. It was 3am.

He feebly put up his hand to grab your wrist as you stood to retrieve your phone. "No." He gulped for a breath. "It's nothing you can't handle, just... cuts and scrapes. I'm fine."

You were relieved in a way. He was relying far too much recently on Claire always being able to come running whenever, she had her own shit to deal with and you felt he was using her.

You gingerly unzipped his suit, carefully peeling it down until his was in just his shorts, revealing an assortment of imaginatively coloured bruises on his ribs. There was a deep looking gash on his left side that definitely took priority. You grabbed the well-stocked first aid kit and began cleaning away the mess of blood so you could see what you were doing. He took a sharp intake of breath as you disinfected the area and set about putting in a few stitches before applying a bandage. As you pulled it together it felt like a deeper cut was opening up inside you.

He leaned back in the chair, his breathing gradually slowing to a normal rate as you worked.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do without you."

You opened your mouth to say something. Nothing came.

He slept through until the afternoon. But you couldn't sleep, busying yourself tidying up the wreckage of stuff on the floor, wiping up blood, cleaning his suit with gritted teeth and your heart feeling like a lead weight in your chest. He couldn't hear it's heavy beat, he was out like a light. Somehow the thought of that made you hurt.

You rested on the couch with the bedroom door open so you could see and hear him. Hours passed as you just watched him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, taking in every detail of his relaxed face.

When you saw he was waking up you took him a glass of water and a couple more painkillers.

"How are you feeling?" You asked as you checked his dressings.

He winced as he pushed himself to sit up in the bed, taking the glass from you. "Well, I'll survive. It's been worse, thank you for patching me up."

You scoffed. "Yeah, I know it's been worse, and it'll be worse again. When will you stop?"

He found himself surprised at your sudden change of tone, but it wasn't entirely unexpected.

"I'll stop when people like Wilson Fisk face the justice they deserve. You know that."

"But there are others out there, doing what you do! You act like the responsibility of the whole world is on your shoulders and that you have to do it all on your own but it's not and you don't. You're being reckless and it's going to get you killed."

He sighed. "I love this city, it needs me, and I have to protect it. And by doing that I can protect you..."

"But when does it end Matt, huh? When- when one night I'm waiting for you to stumble in and you just... don't? I can't take this anymore, it's like you're setting yourself up to be a martyr."

He huffed, incredulous.

"You can't even see it yourself Matty, everyone's yelling it in your face and you're just... you're not listening."

"You don't feel safe with me? Is that what you're saying? Do you want to leave? Is that it?"

You laughed bitterly, hating yourself for it, but you couldn't believe he didn't understand. If you were honest you didn't know if putting distance between you would be a wake up call or just serve to drive him further into darkness, but you couldn't take it anymore. He acted like this was just a graze he could slap a bandaid on and keep going when it was a gaping chasm of a wound, and it wasn't new, haemorrhaging old black blood. No matter how much you tried to hold it together it was much too deep, you just didn't have the strength any more. The stitches were ripping apart, blood flowing over your fingers and if you let it be it would start to fester with anger and resentment. You loved him too much for it to get that bad.

"Leave? Like it's a choice? I didn't choose to fall in love with you Matt, but here we are, I'm not choosing to go, you're making me go."

"You don't understand..." His voice was soft and quiet. After last night he just didn't have the strength to fight for you. This was the hardest thing you had ever done, but if you weren't kicking him when he was already down it would have been so much harder.

"I've been trying to! But I can't make it make sense. You're determined to save this city by destroying yourself."

He was shaking his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears. A force was pulling you to him, you wanted so badly to give over to it, to hold him in your arms and tell him to forget everything you just said. But you couldn't, you had to be cold. It was the only way.

"I love you." His voice cracked then, tears fell. "I need you, please..."

"I need you Matt, but I don't need... this." Your eyes stung and the lump in your throat wouldn't go when you swallowed, but you couldn't allow yourself to break. The deep cut was yawning wide open now, raw with fresh new pain pouring out of it.

"I called Foggy while you were sleeping. He knows. He's on his way." You shrugged on your coat. "Maybe when you've figured it out, let me know, but until then... please don't follow me, don't listen for me." You left your copy of his key on the bedside table.

"Sweetheart..." His heart was breaking. You didn't need heightened senses to be able to hear it falling to pieces around you.

"I'd say be careful but... I'm not sure there's any point."

As you turned towards the door Matt scrambled to get up, to come after you but the pain proved to be too much and he collapsed back on the bed. You screwed your eyes shut. Oh god. You could kiss it all away.

No.

"I can't- I can't do this without you!" You could hear his sobs but you wouldn't look at him.

The words were almost caught in your throat as you opened the door, uttered so quietly only he could ever hear them,

"You already are, Matt."

[dragonsareourfuture]

Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

L

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

[flipidifloppody]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐦𝐞 / 𝐜.𝐬

summary: you and chris where best friends and he was invited to a party and since matt and nick don't do that stuff he invited me.

blue- chris

pink- y/n

warnings‼️: smuttt, drugs, alcohol etc idek

i felt a vibration on my vanity and looked over to see a message from chris

'i'm outside hurry'

i quickly turned off my phone and put on my lipliner followed by my lipgloss, i smudged it together and put my black converse. i took a quick look in the mirror and grabbed my clutch bag off the side.

i was wearing a black tube top and a black mini skirt which hugged my curves perfectly. I basically ran out of the door and saw chris out the corner of my eye sitting in his black bmw. i walked over to him

"hey" i said lowly

"hey ma, you ready?"

i nod at his question and sat down in the passenger seat , i flipped the mirror and put some more lipgloss on.

"you look nice" he said looking down at my bare thighs with jealousy in his eyes

"what's up?"

"you really gonna go out wearing that?" he said with furrowed eyebrows

"you got a problem?"

"your gonna get a lot of attention"

"okay and it's not like we're together or anything"

he just scoffs and puts the car in reverse driving out of my driveway. the car ride was mostly silent until we got to the party.

.

i walked into the house that the party was thrown in and got the strongest sent of codeine and other drugs. i looked over chris who was already pouring himself a shot of hennessy. he handed me a glass and we both took it

after a couple of shots i was already quite tipsy and i'm pretty sure chris was drunk because he basically had the full bottle. he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the table what had plenty of drugs piled on it. he handed me a pill of codeine and a shot of vodka to wash it down. i immediately took it from his hand and threw it down my throat.

--

i walked into an empty room with chris as he dragged me in by my arms guiding me by my waist. he threw me on the bed.

"really thought you were gonna get away dressing like that huh? thought you could dress like a slut? well what about i treat you like that hm?"

i nod in disbelief as i was in complete shock and get up and support myself with my shoulders only to be pushed back down by chris.

--

"shit-" he managed to splutter as he was thrusting in and out of me at a rapid paste. i gripped into the pillow behind me and squeezed my eyes shot my mouth agape.

low whimpers and moans where echoeing through the room and maybe even outside of it. as my orgasm was close i felt him pull out of me, i looked up at him and shot him a dirty look. he just laughed

"hold your horses ma i'm not fineshed"

i rolled my eyes at his statement as he snaked his rn under my back and flipped me around to be on my knees. my head buried in the pillow

"now you can make as much noise as you want" he said proudly before lining up to me again. grunting as that usual feeling of my velvet walls around him.

--

"fuck.. i'm close chris" i managed to spit out through all the moans spilling from my mouth

"same baby are you on the pill?"

i nod

"good because i wasn't planning on pulling out"

i smirk and start grabbing onto the pillow as hard as i could, almost leaving nail marks in them

"you feel so good around me"

as those words left chris' mouth i completely let go of that knot that was building up in my stomach and released all around his cock.

he threw his head back in pleasure and released his load inside of me not letting a single drop fall out as when he pulled out he stuck two fingers inside of me causing me to scream out. he put his free hand over my face.

"don't wanna let it go to waste huh?"

he started to go in and out slowly teasing me as i felt that same knot build up in my stomach again. creeping up slowly , i arched my back up of the bed and threw my head back into the pillow. i grabbed a handful of his hair to try and pull his face closer to my heat. which worked , he stuck his tongue out and started licking and sucking on my already sensitive clit.

i tug and pull on his brown locks making him groan leaving vibrations down me shivering my spine

"mm i'm almost there"

"you can wait"

i lift my head up in shock as he said that

"n..no i can't chris"

he just pushed my head back down on the pillow "you can do it when i tell you to"

i groaned as it started building up to my second orgasm of the night . i hated the feeling of not being able to .

"please chris"

"fine"

with those words i completely let out all over his fingers and his face leaving a glossy coat on his top and bottom lips. which he licked clean

"was that okay not to rough?"

"that was perfect chris"

he leaned in to kiss me as i kiss him back passionately.

with that he broke the kiss and said

"guess we're more then friends then hm?"

i just laughed at his statement rolling my eyes the smell of alcohol in his breath still strong

"maybe"

(sorry it's so short i literally ran out of ideas but i will make more fics and they will be longer i promise, well i'll try but like yeah whatever)

@hoesformatt @sturnsfav @strawberrysturniolo @lovingmattysposts @lovingchrissposts @plasticferal @sturniccz @sturnioloslurps @sturniololoverr

[ushidoux]

Power Struggle - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: You’re set up on a blind date with a man who might just be your match.  (~5.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, blind date, exhibitionism, public sex

A/N: Part of @cherrytenko​’s CEO collab! Surprisingly this is possibly the longest fic I’ve written as a oneshot and it’s a little softer than I expected it to be but please enjoy!

---

It’s about half past 6pm when you add the final touch to your makeup, a smear of matte lipstick (Rouge Hermes #48, to be exact), to your lips.

It’s not often that you’re able to leave work early but your mother and father had called you from overseas in the late afternoon, interrupting their own third honeymoon, to remind you of your final meeting for the day - 

A date.

“I know you hate these things, but just go! You might like what you see,” your mother insisted over video chat, her voice muffled by the sound of wind whipping past her as she and your father cruised along on a shaky speedboat they’d purchased just for the day. You weren’t completely sure where they were, only vaguely aware that they were somewhere around Jeju Island, and not exactly sure why they still had phone service, but you weren’t going to ask too many questions.

“No obligation!” Your father adds, just out of view and yelling slightly. 

Sure, never any obligations.

As you smack your lips in the mirror to smooth out the lip color, giving yourself a brief once-over to decide whether or not you feel the need to adjust your hair or if you will wear falsies or not, you frown ever so slightly, then let out a sigh.

You hate this. 

This is the third “meeting” they’ve arranged for you this month, and they’d been at this for almost six months overall by now. This search for a ‘suitable husband’ was getting stale -  not to mention, time-consuming - and you weren’t sure you would be willing to appease your parents any longer.

In fact, you weren’t exactly sure you were interested in a partner anymore. The clock would hit thirty any moment now, and the math of falling in love, getting married, having kids, and still heading a successful company no longer seemed to be adding up. You didn’t know how exactly to tell your sweet parents who were the picture of domestic bliss that they’d probably have to give up on the idea of grandchildren, and consider raising puppies instead.

Regardless, for the time being, you could still bother to meet this stranger for dinner.

There’s a clasp seal envelope atop your dresser - a portfolio that had been left on your desk by your father’s assistant at the beginning of the week - that still seems entirely too formal for the process. This is matchmaking, not a job application, was the first thought that came to mind once you realized the envelope held a set of photos, a resume and an admittedly curt but formally written statement reminiscent of a cover letter.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, the signature at the bottom of the letter read in an extremely neat script. He must be particularly organized and detail-oriented.

There were two pictures, one that looked almost like a passport photo and the other much more relaxed, where he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and pressed jeans, standing with his arms crossed beside a redheaded man whose smile was wide and infectious, his arm around his neck. You wondered if he picked those photos himself. 

You’d perused the first photo much more carefully because you could see more of his face. He’s quite handsome, you’d admitted, the faintest warmth in your cheeks, but he seemed awfully uptight. For one, the look on his face was very neutral, not bothering to smile. He was clean shaven and his hair was close cropped at the edges, a woody brown that paired well with serious olive eyes. You wondered if he ever laughed out loud, and what he looked like when he did.

The taxi driver is prompt and waiting outside of the high-rise in which you live by the time you make your way down the elevator. The click of your heels is loud on the tile as you make your way past the revolving doors. As you slip into the back of the car, you wonder if you’re dressed too professionally. You may have forgone the women’s pantsuit, but you’re still wearing a feminine pantsuit-esque ensemble in a creamy beige - pink would have seemed too ditzy, white would have seemed a bit too innocent (not to mention risky) and yellow too juvenile.

You’re not sure why you’re thinking so hard about this, but really years of paying attention to your appearance in public, not being taken seriously because you’re pretty and young and your personality is more bubbly than bossy puts you on your guard, especially when it comes to first impressions.

The location appears to be an upscale sushi restaurant, the type that you have to call ahead for months to get a reservation unless you have some kind of special arrangement with the owner. A staff member checks you in and brings you to the back to a private room, and as you pass through the dimly lit hallway, clutching your purse a little too securely, a scene from a yakuza movie comes to mind.

“Your room, madam,” the young man nods and motions you to enter a room that is brightly lit enough that it is almost blinding, large and round as though you were in a fishbowl yourself. You look up and notice that even the ceiling is curved. Elaborate paintings hang off the wall. 

He’s not here.

You glance at the attendant and he raises his eyebrows as though he is expecting you to say something. You must look surprised, and continue to look so as you remove your shoes to sit at one of the thin mattresses set before the low table.

You wish you’d worn stockings perhaps, tucking your bare feet beneath you in a casual seiza position. You can’t recall the last time you’ve been this traditional/formal, and the thought of a man you barely know already knowing what your feet look like bare bothers you just a bit. 

The attendant pours water and then tea for two wordlessly and slips out of the room. 

Your heart pounds once you’re finally alone. Why is this so intense? 

You fidget nervously with the thin silver necklace you are wearing, looking for a menu. There is none so far. Just square plates, both chopsticks and forks (odd for sushi, you think), and a steaming cup of tea set right next to a sweltering crystal glass of ice cold water. Opposites.

For a fleeting moment, you actually wonder for once if this man will like you. 

“My apologies, Ms. ___.”

You’re startled by a rich voice, a tiny gasp revealing that you’re more spooked than you realize, and your eyes shift towards the direction of the sound to see what looks like your date finally arriving in a hurry. 

You instinctively readjust yourself onto your knees to look formal, then realize you should probably stand instead, but before you can get up he waves you to sit back down, now settling down himself across from you.

“I had intended to arrive early but quite a few things happened at the company to make that unfeasible.”

He said this while removing a suit jacket in a way that was in no way intended to be sexy, not at all, then let out what sounded like a single, semi-nervous chuckle. 

Wordlessly, you replied with a nod, transfixed as you compared photography to reality. The photos didn’t do him justice, not at all. The suit jacket was picked up quickly by a waiter who you had forgotten was still in the room.

Ushijima extended an arm to you across the table, intending to shake your hand.

“Did you wait long?” He asks as you shakily take his hand for a handshake that consumes your hand almost entirely in his large one.

You shake your head, then embarrassed when you realize you aren’t using your voice, and add, “No, I didn’t wait long...”

“Are you hungry?” He replies, quickly. Your instinct is to say no, no you didn’t need anything, especially not from him, but you are pretty sure your stomach would growl loudly any minute now, and you’d only look like a fool. 

Ushijima glances at the waiter, who finally hands the two of you menus.

“Please order anything you like.”

You look down, swallowing hard again, and for a moment it is difficult to focus on the unnecessarily elaborate handwriting on the menu.

Something about him already grates on your nerves and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. You could forgive people for being late, and you were used to people being a little forward, but something about the way he was both familiar and unfamiliar in the way he spoke to you seemed to veer into patronizing behavior. 

Why wasn’t he nervous? Every man you’d sat across from in the past half a year had just a little waver in their voice when they spoke to you at some point, even those who had started off boasting their fancy degrees and their villas and their large bank accounts. 

But he sits perfectly still, all broad shoulders, gently wafting cologne, and a gaze that is both disconcerting and impartial, so you don’t know what to think. 

When you look up from the menu to him, his eyes are still heavily focused on you, and you can’t really fault him. There’s nothing else to look at in this room, after all.

You take this opportunity to tease him. No man has ever intimidated you before and this one is no different.

“Are you going to order anything? I barely saw you look at the menu.” Your voice is light and coquettish and it implies, all you’re doing is staring at me.

“I already know my order. I’ve been here enough times,” he replies, immune to the playfulness in your voice. You watch him roll up his sleeves as he answers, and take note of the shape of his hands as he takes a sip of tea.

Maybe you’re the one staring.

“Would you like a recommendation?” He offers as he sets the cup down. 

You shake your head no, and wonder again why you’re making gestures instead of talking. He smiles as though he can read your mind.

Once the waiter takes your orders and leaves the room, you’re left in silence, facing your would-be partner. It’s a stalemate of sorts and you lose, asking the first personal question.

But you ask it semi-clinically, refusing to lose the upper hand. You’re not sure why there’s an upper hand, but there is, and it will be yours.

“I read a little about your company before arriving. You gave me quite a few details, which I appreciated,” you state, turning your head to the side politely to take a sip of tea yourself. “You’ve done very well for yourself as CEO,” you add.

His eyes don’t crinkle from the flattery. “My employees do great work at all levels so it’s only natural that there would be positive growth,” he replies matter-of-factly.

You smile politely, but this answer doesn’t give you very much information about him. He’s shifting the success away from him, you remark, however he accepts the compliment as though expected. Is this genuine humility or arrogance?

You lean very slightly forward, just enough to see if he’ll take the opportunity to glance down your blouse, as other suitors have invariably done. He doesn’t, and you proceed to ask the next question.

“What do you do outside of work?”

His eyebrows raise, and you wonder if it’s because he realizes you are pretending you didn’t read that section on his application, but he answers anyway.

“I don’t have very much free time, as you are probably aware, but I garden and paint. And of course, I like to keep fit through team sports.”

A quick look at him makes that last part quite clear. You clear your throat slightly and then it is silent again. It’s not exactly an uncomfortable silence, but it’s not comfortable either.

Just as you wonder why he isn’t asking you any questions, he suddenly speaks up.

“Pardon me if this sounds inappropriate, but you’re beautiful. Why would you need a matchmaking service?”

You’re taken aback, and while your brain is scrambling for understanding of what his intentions are, he adjusts his sitting position so that he’s cross-legged with both hands on his knees and lets out a sigh before continuing.

“You’re also accomplished and clearly articulate. I don’t imagine you’d have trouble finding a partner through more organic means.”

It seems like there are a million butterflies that suddenly inhabit the small space in the pit of your stomach. Again, you’re at a loss for words, something that is rare for someone as opinionated and cordially fierce as you.

Should you be offended? It’s almost as though he’s asking what’s wrong with you?

He asks frankly, “Why a blind date?”

You want to ask him the same question, but you hear the waiter return and you fall silent, letting the butterflies in your stomach die down.

---

“I-is this the first time - ah - you’ve done this?”

You’re no longer laid out on the tatami like you were just an hour earlier, Ushijima nibbling on your lower lip and your collarbones instead of the overpriced, high-quality fish that sat atop your table, but now laid under him, spread eagle save for the hands you use to hold on to his shoulders as he slowly and deliberately thrusts inside you. 

Your voice is breathy and catches in your throat every time he moves, but you have to know. How often has he ended up like this?

The heat that fills your whole body now isn’t just from the shame of letting a stranger fondle your body in an upscale restaurant, it’s because Ushijima somehow knows exactly where and how to touch you, as though he’s always known. His fingers have traveled your body like a hiker on a well-beaten path, from the softness behind your earlobes to your squishy center and back, and now have settled into a hold that is firm yet gentle on your hips. 

When he replies ��no” with immense honesty, his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck and he goes just deep enough that you don’t have time to factor this new information into your impression of him.

So instead you savor the thickness that fills you and the strength that holds you close, the soft grunts that fill your ears before they get drowned out by your equally loud whimpers and moans.

---

You don’t spend the night, partially out of shame that Ushijima bedded you so quickly and partially because you have a full schedule for the next morning. The parting of ways is brief and awkward and you seem to feel it more acutely than he does.

“I enjoyed our time, Miss ___,” he offers. You’ve dressed up faster than he has so you find yourself unwittingly ogling at the expanse of his sculpted chest and the flex of his muscles as he redresses. You’re almost sad to see him cover up.

You nod and walk out of the room, trying your best to hide the fact that your legs feel far too wobbly to be walking on these heels.

---

“Miss ____?”

Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve been daydreaming through a meeting with the board of trustees and now the wrinkled old men who hated the fact that your father thrust you into leadership you “didn’t deserve” are staring at you with disgruntled expressions.

“Oh, um,” you think quickly, recalling where the presentation left off and glancing quickly at the notes you’d jotted down on a notepad before wondering why Ushijima hadn’t called or texted since you met two weeks ago.

“Um?” The most senior of the group repeats, and your stomach turns for a moment before you steel yourself. He bares his teeth every time he’s displeased with you and you get the impression of an ancient and disgruntled wolf. 

You clear your throat loudly, and settle back in your chair, crossing your legs and your arms over your chest.

“I have some disagreements with the current approach, but I’ll start with the pertinent positives,” you start.

---

“Was the sex at least good?”

Your best friend from high school glances at you briefly, as you face forward on the Peloton you are riding side by side with her. She’s much less out of shape than you are given that she also is your personal trainer and thus rides hers effortlessly, taking some time to wait for you to respond.

You begrudgingly say yes.

“Wow, for once someone dropped you before you could drop them!” She teases in a sing-song voice. You would slap her on the shoulder if she was close enough and if you weren’t out of breath. It stings just a little bit that you’ve heard nothing from him nor the matchmaking company and don’t have a good response to tell your parents aside from I guess we didn’t click.

“He’s missing out, though.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you huff, and cycle faster. No hard feelings.

---

Scratch that, there were absolutely going to be hard feelings now that he was not just fucking with you but also with your livelihood.

Admittedly, it was strange that despite the fact that your companies had never crossed paths until now despite working in the same consumer domain but this was unacceptable.

You’d opened an email that had just slipped into your peripheral vision as you worked on reviewing a couple of interns’ executive summaries, only to find that Ushijima might have just royally fucked you over.

A curt email from a crucial business partner read,

We apologize but we’ve decided to move forward with Ushijima Industries instead. I understand that this is last minute, but we believe that it will be mutually beneficial to discontinue our relationship at this point in time.

Your blood boiled. What the fuck was this?

Your phone rang, one of your team leaders calling immediately and likely looking at the email at the same time you were. He apologized profusely.

“What happened?”

“It seems like they just showed up and offered twice as much as we offered them last minute.”

This bastard. Then in a moment of horror, you wondered if this was your fault, if you had blabbed a little while slightly tipsy off of sake, and revealed that you had this acquisition in the works.

Voice smaller now, you asked, “So we can’t do anything to woo them back?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just have to make sure our other deal doesn’t fall through,” the slightly frantic man answered, the sounds of keyboard keys clicking rapidly heard in the background of the call. 

“Okay, thank you for your hard work,” you stated. “I’ll see what I can do,” you replied with a click. 

Maybe calling someone who’d ghosted you as you drove home, fuming and irritated, wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to confront him somehow. The idea of being bested in more ways than one was too much to bear.

The phone rang once, twice, then three times, and you were getting angrier with every tone through the car speaker. You hung up in frustration.

How embarrassing.

You made it home still irritated, indulging yourself in a relaxing bath to quell your anger. By the time you had soaked for close to an hour, you were mad at yourself for reacting impulsively and now having your number in his phone as a missed call… if he recognized it anyway.

It turns out he did.

“Ms. ___, did you call me earlier? I wasn’t able to make it to the phone in time.”

His voice was even lower on the phone, a slightly gravelly quality making you wonder if he’d actually been napping or just had a smoke. You couldn’t imagine him doing either of these things.

“What kind of game are you playing, Mr. Ushijima?”

There was a bit of hesitation on the phone, and you let out a sardonic laugh once he replied, as expected, “What?”

“How did you know about that deal other than what I told you?”

He paused again, and you too, stood still, a towel wrapped around your still dripping body.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he then said, carefully. “I, uh… assume you were calling about something else.”

You grit your teeth. What the fuck else? The fact that he sounded genuinely confused only served to aggravate you further.

“Did you or did you not use the information I gave you to intercept my deal with MNY?”

Finally the lightbulb went on.

“Oh, that was you. Hm.”

If you’d been talking in person, you probably would have slapped him at this point. Or at least considered it.

“I didn’t know you were our competitor in that aspect. I… probably would have reconsidered if I had known.”

“Excuse me?”

That tone of over-familiarity, patronizing… the care when you’re not supposed to care was back and you realized you regretted this phone call. 

“How would it be any different? Are you implying that you’d let me win?”

“No, of course not, I…” He trailed off. “Would you like to come over to my apartment and talk? I can give you my address, I would rather talk in person.”

Why? So I can get over there and end up fucking you again?

“I respectfully decline,” you answered curtly, and hung up, tossing your phone onto your bed and letting out an aggravated sigh. 

---

The next morning, you leave an early executive meeting only to find that your office had been overrun with flowers between the hours of 7 to 8 am.

There are yellow roses, stating admiration, spilling out of an oversized bouquet on your desk and a separate bouquet of light red carnations and white camellias that imply that he finds you ‘adorable’. A white card is placed in the yellow bouquet, and on it is written Ushijima’s neat script - you realize it’s from him before you even finish reading the note.

I would like to see you again. Please accept my call around 6 pm.

Respectfully, 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Your hands hover over the wastebasket in your room with the flowers in your arms, but instead you sigh, and stuff them behind you on your shelf. At least you won’t have to see them while you work, but they’re pretty. They’re clearly bought from a floral shop, but you recall that he had said he gardened in his free time.

Ushijima calls promptly at 6 pm and you let it ring twice before deciding to block his number just as he’s calling. Something about the action is satisfying. 

You can’t be won over with a couple of flowers and kind words. Women aren’t as easily swayed as he may think.

---

It’s another Friday, and surprisingly you haven’t been contacted for a blind date, whether it’s by your parents or the matchmaking service they’ve subscribed you to.

Maybe they’d gotten the message after you’d been ghosted that you were tired of this game. Maybe they were giving you a break. Maybe they’d run out of potential suitors. You were surprised, but not upset.

Ushijima had truly gotten under your skin.

After blocking his call, there were no more attempts at contact for the rest of the week. The only thing left to consider was that if you ever crossed paths in your careers, you would pay him back for snatching your investor. 

And snatching your dignity in the process.

It was about 4 pm and most of the employees were wrapping up their tasks for the day. You usually aimed to have everyone out by 5, especially on Friday so this was boding well. 

“Hey, Madam President, are you okay with an add-on?” You hear your secretary call from outside your door.

“Oh, I mean, I guess but-”

She’s already letting Ushijima through the door.

You smile sweetly, maintaining professional behavior as best you can, while your secretary leads him to an armchair across from you, up until she exits, your expression souring the moment she closes the door.

“Mr. Ushijima, what are you doing in my office?”

He’s settled into the chair so comfortably that it feels as though you’re in his office, not your own. He’s dressed more casually than he was at the restaurant, no suit jacket, just a brown V-neck sweater over a dress shirt that almost seems too tight and a pair of chinos. He’s also wearing a pair of glasses, which is new. 

You hate that he looks good.

“Apologizing and requesting your company.”

He looks at you sincerely, his hands clasped together in his lap. You narrow your eyes.

“Please leave.”

He actually frowns, and the small action actually surprises you. 

“Do you actually want me to leave or are you still upset about the investor? Because if it’s that, we can make an arrangement-”

“No, I’m upset because you did that after not following up after our one night stand!” You finally blurt out, then bite your lip realizing you might have said too much.

“I… got busy.”

“Busy screwing me over?” You quip.

He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture.

“I didn’t call because I thought you didn’t like me.”

You’re a little stunned by this reply, then decide you don’t believe him. What was there not to like? At least at that point he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Why would you think that?”

His hands leave his hair again and rest on his knees. You notice it seems like a default position for him. 

“I’ve been referred to as ‘stiff’. It’s great at work but not great for relationships.”

Ushijima’s brutal honesty is again sending you for a loop. You raise an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. Your arms uncross and you rest your elbows on the table.

“So…?”

“So usually by the time I’ve had sex with someone, it’s all they’re after. And since you didn’t call, I assumed even the sex wasn’t good.”

You unwittingly burst into laughter. Here was this successful, attractive man with a perfect pedigree who was insecure about how good he was in bed?

His eyebrows furrow, and you recollect yourself, realizing that this is a bit cruel.

“You could have sent a text,” you murmur.

“I’m bad at starting conversations.”

You stifle another laugh. “So you just don’t?” You tease. It’s gently mocking but mostly incredulous. It seems that he’s the opposite of the confident man he appears to be.

“That’s why I got excited when you called but then you were upset.”

You purse your lips.

“I promise I didn’t intend to put you in a bad situation,” Ushijima insists.

You sigh, then offer him a small smile. “Are you normally this persistent?”

He glances at the flowers that are only partially hidden from view, which makes your face warm up bashfully, and then looks right back at you.

“No. I just like you.”

Again with the directness, a confidence that is effortless, even when he’s not confident at all.

You don’t want to melt but you do. So instead you rise and clear your desk, stuffing a few items into your handbag as you prepare to leave. He watches, unsure of what you’re up to, sitting still as you walk around towards him and place your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Your body faces the door, but you turn to the side to look at him and grin.

“I’m done with work for today. Take me out.”

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A couple months later...

“Fuck, you’re - ah - they’re gonna know, I-” Your voice morphs into a mewl instead once his ring finger reaches just the right spot; you’re squirming as much as possible under his touch but he has you laid back on your work desk with both ankles rested on his shoulders and his weight leaning onto you to essentially keep you in place.

“Move your hands,” Ushijima whispers in a hushed tone, leaning in to kiss between your breasts as he readjusts your legs atop him. His pants are down and his cock is already up and ready, the base and swollen balls rubbing against your wet cunt that you are desperately trying to protect from his intrusion. You know there’s absolutely no way you’ll stay quiet when he’s pounding the shit out of you, he likes it entirely too rough, and the walls are thin. You don’t listen, continuing to reach for his hands to swat them away from you.

There’s a part of you that is almost certain that at the very least your secretary knows that every time Ushijima comes for a ‘meeting’, it really is just to fuck the shit out of you before you leave together for the evening, or to relax you right before you once again have to defend your dad’s establishment of you as Company President.

This isn’t a good look.

“I-I can’t…” you whine.

“You can,” he assures you.

He gently kisses your face before prying your hands out of the way and keeping them pinned up against you with one hand and guiding his trajectory with the other before sinking inside of you. You moan at the breach of your privates and he quickly presses his lips to yours to swallow the sound.

Once he’s bottomed out, he rolls his hips, and soon you start to see white once you climax, clenching and cumming around him.

“T-Toshi!” You moan his name, and he clasps a large hand around your mouth before continuing, picking up the pace as he fucks you through your orgasm. He can’t deny that he likes the fact that you’re noisy, that the fact that the heavy desk he’s fucking you against is making a squeaky noise that suggests he’s really putting some force behind these strokes, and that if anyone could see the two of you now, it could be an issue for both of your corporations. Misconduct, they would call it.

He doesn’t care and while you act like you do, you don’t really care either. 

When he lets go of your wrists to use the edge of the desk as leverage and tilts backwards, you scream in pleasure, a terribly obvious sound, and it’s enough to have him tip over and spill into you with a groan. He collapses onto you and the two of you almost slip onto the floor, but don’t; you wrap your arms around him. 

Your hair is disheveled and so is his, and your legs are sticky with sweat and cum. You sigh, letting him soften inside you and stroke his hair.

“You’re getting me in trouble,” you murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“We don’t really have to answer to anyone, do we?” He replies with a smirk, and pecks you one more time on the lips.

He’s right - only you two are a match for each other.

[jinxxedwammys]

In celebration of 100 followers I present to you

Wammy boys in oddly specific AUs I found on pinterest and stuff.

Warnings: Swearing (mostly in Mello’s part as usual lol)

L

"I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I'm embarrassed"

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It was during the Kira case when L was closely investigating Light Yagami at To-Oh University that this extremely awkward encounter occurred. The sun was high in the sky, locusts and could be heard and cherry blossom littered the wide walkway leading into the school.

You had your heavy bag slung across your shoulders. It was filled with textbooks and papers (some of which you had forgotten to turn in) as well as a few personal items. You weren't really paying much attention to your surroundings until you spotted one of your male friends!

You hadn't seen him since the beginning of high-school. To say you were excited was an understatement. In your excitement you took a running jump onto his back knocking him to the ground. He let out a yelp and that was when you realized...

This man was NOT your friend.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else" you hurriedly said pushing yourself up and on your knees an apparent redness in your face.

He seemed to be unbothered for the most part, he turned to you, crouching in a sort of fetal position.

"It's alright I understand" He replied.

"No, no its not.. I'm an idiot I should have realized" you shoved your face into your hands covering how red your face now was.

"It is alright, I'm uninjured and it was an honest mistake" you frowned a little not entirely trusting his forgiveness, but this time, you took it.

He gave you a polite smile before standing up and helping you to your feet. He wished you a good day, and left, but not before sneaking a note containing his alias and phone number.

Mello

"I lost my little sibling Matt in Ikea and I need your help finding them"

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"Fuck.... Shit... Motherfucker" You heard from the other side of the store shelf as you browsed through various decor items. This mystery person had been spewing profanities for the past five minutes. You sighed with slight annoyance placing the wooden model hand you had been staring at for God knows how long back, making your way to the neighboring isle.

"Hey, you've been cursing up a storm... what's going on?" You asked, hand on your hip awaiting a response. Mello looked up at you with a look of anger and exhaustion on his face.

"I'm looking for my idiot friend. He got hopelessly lost in the chair section and I've been trying to find him for like an hour now" He ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs to the sides of his face.

"I can help you look for him!" You offered.

"You don't have to"

"I want to! I don't really have anything else to do, so it's fine. To be completely honest I don't know why I came here." He shrugged. "Oh my name's Y/N by the way"

"I'm Mello" He replied before setting off out of the isle leaving you to sprint a but to catch up. His pace was fast and he seemed to have some plan on how to tackle this, but you weren't exactly sure.

After what seemed like an eternity of silently weaving through the labyrinth of shelves and furniture displays, you spoke up.

"So... how old is your friend?"

"We're both 19... His name is Matt." You kept walking until he stopped directly in front of the office showroom section.

"He might be here, so keep an eye out for a tall brunette idiot with goggles." You nodded keeping close to Mello. Again you snaked through isles. Eventually your search devolved into looking into cabinets, drawers, anything that would open, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mello said under his breath as he slammed shut another cabinet.

That was when a tall brunette wearing goggles walked by dual wielding hotdogs... You sighed heavily before approaching Matt.

"Matt?" You called out gaining the attention of both Matt and Mello. Mello stood beside you before going on to scold his friend almost as if he were an unruly child.

"Sorry about that I hope looking for him wasn't that unbearable... would you like to meet up sometime again in the future?" Mello asked. You nodded in response.

"I'd love to! This was quite fun actually. Though let's not go to an ikea next time."

Near

"We both like walking In the park at night and I think you're a stalker so I accidentally attack you"

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It was 2am, the night was calm yet you were restless nothing you tried allowed you to fall asleep. It was like this most nights. You would then go to the park near your house to get some fresh air and tire yourself out... and on a night like this, that seemed like a perfect idea. You didn't even change out of your pajamas before you left. As you entered the park, you felt... odd. As if someone was watching you and sure enough, as you turned your head to look behind you you saw a man following about two yards behind you.

Naturally your thoughts went wild with what ifs and possible escape plans. Yet you calmed your mind opting to check if this guy was really following you. With every corner you turned your heart sank. Panic started to set in and you rushed to get together an improvised weapon.... Your housekey! You gripped it tightly in your hand as if it were a knife and swiftly approached the man going to jab him in the eye, yet he caught your arm with ease, turning it behind you and pushing you to the ground, similarly to how a police officer would apprehend a resistant assailant.

"Why did you attack me" he questioned, plopping down just above your hips.

"Let me go, stalker!!!" You yelled at him thrashing around attempting to escape his grasp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not stalking you." He calmly said.

"That's exactly what a stalker would say! Let me go!" He sighed lifting himself off of you and crouching beside you. You rolled over and sat with your legs crossed.

"I swear to you, I was only out for a walk. I take nighttime walks sometimes, though this was the first time I've been in this park."

"Then how come every time I turned you followed?"

"I did? I'm sorry, I didn't even realize" He stated plainly. You sighed he seemed truthful.

"Fine... I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have assumed you were a stalker or something and attacked you" you admitted. He shook his head.

"It's alright, I understand... I can be scary" you snorted and laughed. The light of the nearby streetlamp lit his features. A frail, sweet looking man with long white hair who seemed to be somewhat reserved. You felt a little silly that you thought someone like him would hurt you much.

"You're not scary... In all honesty you're quite cute!" You admitted, reaching out a finger to poke his nose.

"Thanks, you're actually quite cute as well, maybe we could meet up here in the morning?" He suggested.

Matt

"I come here when I want to be alone and I didn't think anyone knew about it so where the hell did you come from"

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This day was aweful. Work was extremely stressful. Your coworker put important documents in the shreader for the 10th time that week and you were the one tasked with rewriting, tracking down, requesting new copies and piecing together ones that couldn't be recovered otherwise. And of course your boss made every minute of it a nightmare. So after work, you drove to your favorite place. An abandoned warehouse off the highway about 5 minutes from your house.

It was virtually untouched by people now that the walls were covered in graffiti and the place had been ransacked for leftover valuable items. You made your way inside noticing something was off... there was a leather couch that wasn't yours, a coffee table... even a TV and game console plugged into a power supply, another handheld game on the coffee table next to an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, one of which was still smoking.

You were beyond confused. From the last time you were here someone had basically moved in... it had only been a week since you last came here. You warily approached the couch. Well... whoever left it here probably won't mind! you thought I just hope they didn't sabotage it or something. You then sat down noting that it was a perfectly normal couch and you were just paranoid.

That was when a guy came in, he was tall and lenky, had brown hair and was dressed in a striped shirt, a frankly hideous vest with fur lining, black pants and goggles atop his head. He had been holding a can of coke and a cigarette, yet those were both dropped as he saw you.

"Who are you?" He half shrieked.

"Who are YOU? You yelled back.

"I asked first!"

"My name is Y/N.. I come here all the time when I'm stressed and want to be alone I didn't think anyone else knew about it"

"S..Same but.. I come here to get away from a friend of mine... he can be quite aggressive and it's scary" He sat down beside you picking up his handheld game. "Oh and my name is Matt!"

"Hmm.. then let's share this space from now on, Matt!" He nodded in agreement.

"Yea! I hope we meet again soon"

Beyond Birthday

"We live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put yours in just as I walk in"

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It was late night. You had been putting off laundry for the past week, but now you were down to a pair of underwear and your nightgown, so you had to do your wash.. you reluctantly gathered your clothes and made your way to the communal washer and dryer. You threw your clothes in and put a coin in the coinslot then set the washer to start.

You sighed and made your way back to your room to relax a little while your clothes were still washing. It had been about two hours and your laundry was probably done. The timer you had set went off and you gathered yourself and brought the remainder of your clothes as well as your box of dryer sheets.

The moment you walked in your eyes widened in horror. Some odd man sat frantically pulling your clothes out of the washer onto the dirty floor.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" You yelled rushing over to stop him. He peered up at you from his crouching position.

"You left your clothes in too long, its my turn now" You blinked

"Only for a few minutes... it just got done less than 5 minutes ago.. now my clothes are all dirty again.. damn it"

"Sorry" He said. His beady eyes were wide and innocent looking. "I'll let you do yours again... I'll pay" He said before shoving yours back in and starting it again.

When that was done he pulled a jam jar out of seemingly nowhere and perched on top of the washer dipping his hand inside the jar and licking his fingers clean of jam. It was disgusting... But you decided to not pay any more attention to it than you had to.

The rest of the time you spent with him was in silence, all you heard was the washer and his lip-smacking. When the washer finished you silently transferred your clothes to the dryer.. this time without your oddball fellow tenant interfering much. Though when he got his own clothes in he did crawl away which freaked you out.

[not-orphaned-account]

The Gift (Matt/Mello)

Okayokayokay so this turned out a bit more angsty than I meant it to, but it's all okay! The boys are just going through some stuff jdhfbsbdh

Thank you so much @maybe-i-am-boring for the request!! I hope I did it well ^^

(Note: This comes before any sort of romantic relationship between them, but it’s like. A lead in to it lskjfldsjf)

Matt had come to the conclusion that he was, in fact, stupid.

Screw being a genius. This was possibly one of the dumbest things he'd ever done. He didn't have the excuse of being drunk or high; he simply saw the stupid thing in the window of a store on the way home, and less than ten minutes later he was walking through the door to their apartment with a bag of groceries in one hand, and a smaller, significantly lighter paper bag in the other.

He didn't call out to Mello when he got inside, not like he was hiding from him or anything. Because that would be ridiculous. And then he'd be ridiculous *and* stupid.

"Matt?"

Ridiculous and stupid and clumsy, apparently, because Mello's voice out of the quiet made him fumble the bags and nearly drop the groceries. Luckily he didn't, and the milk and eggs stayed intact, but he did drop the other bag to the floor with a soft fwump.

Mello was leaning in the doorway, frowning. He looked tired, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. His visible eye had a dark shadow under it, and Matt would guess the eye under the bandages would be the same.

"Hey."

"I didn't hear you come in," Mello said, though his eyes were already glued to the paper bag on the floor, like a goddamn cat honing in on something new in it's perfectly ordered environment.

"I just got back," he said, lamely trying to shift to hide the bag from view. "Oh--I picked up your painkillers."

His distraction worked, though Mello seemed reluctant to take his eyes off the bag. When he did, he straightened himself a little and held out his hand.

"Well?" He said, settling into the brusque attitude he'd been trying to uphold.

Matt rustled through the grocery bag for a second before handing him a bottle of the strongest painkillers he could get without a prescription. Mello grabbed them eagerly, before seemingly remembering he was supposed to be tough and unaffected, and almost dropped the pills with how quickly he slowed down.

His fiddling with the lid and safety seal gave Matt the out he needed, and he grabbed the paper bag off of the floor and held it behind the groceries.

Without looking, Mello said, "you planning on showing me whatever moronic thing you bought this time?"

He was probably assuming Matt had impulse-bought a game or something stupid, which he didn't entirely blame him for; it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Matt almost wished it was that, but he accepted his fate and took a deep breath.

"Actually, yeah," he said, trying to sound casual and aloof. "I, uh. I got you something."

That seemed to pique Mello's attention. He stopped digging around in the bottle to fish out the cotton ball and looked over with a glint of curiosity in his eye.

"Oh?"

There was really no beating around the bush, Matt supposed. He set the groceries down on the counter and reached into the bag, pulling out what he'd bought: a small, soft, brown teddy bear with a little blue bow wrapped around its neck.

Mello's eye widened slightly before his face snapped back to neutral.

"I, uh," Matt stammered, looking down at the floor, "I saw it on the way home and remembered...you know."

Mello didn't move, didn't say anything. Matts palms were sweating.

"Remembered what?" He finally asked. "I've never had a teddy bear."

Maybe Matt was stupid, but Mello was a liar.

He wasn't quite sure why or how he remembered it, or why seeing the bear in the shop window brought the memory flooding back, but he very clearly recalled that when they were young--around Matt's first few months at Wammy's--Mello had a teddy bear that looked exactly like that one. They were six, and some of the others in their dorm were younger, so most of them had some sort of comfort item; Matt was almost sure his was some raggedy old blanket that he'd shoved under his bed after a few years.

They weren't the oldest in the whole school, of course, but the older kids' dorms were in a different wing, so they didn't interact all that much. Despite that, Mello had managed to piss off at least one person in every grade, and while matt wasn't really his friend yet, he could tell that he held some sort of pride in that fact.

Until the day he walked into their dorm to see a group of older boys--maybe around twelve or thirteen--crowded around Mello's bed.

"--a freak," he heard one of them say, and he flinched at the word. "You act so tough, but you're just a bed wetting, snot nosed, back talking freak of a kid."

Matt, having gone unnoticed, crept around to peek between two of the boys. Mello was sitting in his bunk with his knees pulled up to his chest, glaring at the kid shit talking him, who held his bear above his head in a mocking gesture.

"The little brat has the nerve to mouth off when he sleeps with a *teddy bear,* one of the other boys snickered. "What, you suck your thumb too?"

It might have been the first time that Matt had heard Mello be completely silent. He wasn't fighting back, wasn't snapping some sort of smart argument; he was just sitting there, quietly glaring but not saying a word.

Then his eyes shifted to Matt, and his cover was blown. The older boys spun around to see the quiet, strange new kid standing behind them, and Matt felt a sense of satisfaction at the way they seemed startled.

"You're not supposed to be in here," he said quietly.

"Sure we are," said the kid with Mello's bear in his hand, though Matt could see right through the sneer on his face.

"Oh," he said, "alright. Then you won't mind when roger gets here to look at the light that keeps going out."

That got the boys scattering, and the door slammed shut behind them, leaving the room empty except for Matt, Mello, and the bear laying in a small heap on the floor.

Mello stared at him. Matt stared back, not entirely sure what to say.

When it was clear that neither of them were going to say anything, he walked to his bed to get what he'd came for--the gameboy shoved under his pillow--and left the room again.

He'd found the head of the bear in the dumpster the next day, jaggedly ripped and leaking stuffing like some sort of teddy bear crime scene. He never did find out where its body went, but he knew that Mello never did anything in halves, and he didn't quite feel like poking around campus for the rest of the corpse, so he left it there and never thought about the incident again.

Until now, apparently.

"Oh," he said, raising a shoulder lazily, "alright, guess I misremembered. Well, you might as well keep it. I mean, no use chucking it out, right?"

"We don't need a teddy bear laying around," Mello shot back. Matt shrugged.

"I'll keep it, then. Put it on my desk or something--programmer's rubber duck, y'know?"

Mello's eye twitched--only slightly, barely a movement at all--and Matt knew he'd caught him.

"You don't need any more junk cluttering that thing," he said. "You barely get any work done as it is. I'll find a place to put it, if you want to keep it so bad."

And that was the end of it. Mello downed his painkillers and went to lay down, leaving matt in the kitchen holding a stuffed bear with a bag of groceries laying forgotten on the counter.

He didn't see the bear again, and after a few days, he'd resigned himself to the fact that Mello either threw it out, or stuffed it into a drawer somewhere for it to be forgotten forever. He didn't know quite what he'd been expecting--Mello wasn't really a 'teddy bear' type of guy--but it still left him a bit dejected. He tried to ignore it--he knew it was a dumb idea, after all.

And then the day came when they had to change Mello's bandages again. They'd done it just before matt had went out on his fateful shopping trip, so Mello had had a few days to recover, but his burns weren't healed yet and as much as matt hated seeing him in pain, an infection was the last thing they needed. So he sat Mello down on the bathroom counter, watched him down some painkillers, and got to work.

He hadn't seen Mello cry since they were very young, but the closest he'd seen him come to tears was when Matt treated his burns. Matt had never been burnt this bad, so he didn't know how it felt for Mello, but it definitely couldn't have been anywhere close to pleasant. Still, he said nothing, instead sitting as stiff and still as he could with his hands white-knuckled in his lap, blue eyes staring into middle distance like he was trying to be anywhere but there.

For some reason, this time seemed especially bad. Mello flinched, taking sharp little breaths and clenching his hands so hard his nails cut into his palms, and Matt had to grab a few bandaids in the middle of what he was doing. By the end of it, Mello was trembling slightly, and he winced when Matt helped him down.

"Go get some rest," he said softly. Mello nodded, already shuffling out of the bathroom with a glass of water and his pills.

Matt was getting more and more used to this, so it didn't take him long to tidy the bathroom. After, he leaned against the counter with a deep sigh, looking up at his reflection for a few long moments. There were shadows under his bloodshot eyes, and his face was pale than normal--though, that might just have been from the dressing change. Matt had never had a strong stomach, and with how difficult this one had been, he felt a little shaky in the knees. He hated seeing Mello in pain, but that seemed to be how things were now: Mello in pain, and Matt being unable to do anything about it.

He had never felt so useless in his life.

There was no time for pity parties, though, and after a few deep breaths and splashing some water on his face, he left the bathroom.

Mello's bedroom door was cracked open, at Matt's insistence--*"what if something happens and I can't hear you?"*--but the light was off, and he figured Mello had already fallen asleep, worn out from the pain. He paused by the door, listening for his even breathing, when he heard something that made him freeze.

A small hiccup, a quiet whine, and an unmistakable sob. Mello was obviously trying not to be heard, and Matt briefly considered just leaving him to have his moment; he didn't want to embarrass him, or cause a fight. But each quiet, stifled noise was like a bullet to Matts heart, and after only a moment of hesitation he slipped inside and slowly, quietly made his way over to the shadow of Mello's bed.

Mello was curled up on his good side, and Matt could see his shoulders shaking even in the dark. His sounds were muffled, like he was burying his face in a pillow or something.

"Mello?"

Mello gasped, tensed, and shot up--or, tried to. He only moved about an inch before crying out in pain, and Matt hurriedly moved to his side to help him lie back down.

"It's okay," he soothed, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was referring to. "It's okay. Shh."

Miraculously, instead of fighting him, Mello went limp in his arms and let him lay him back down over the mattress. His fingers brushed against something soft, startling him.

"What--"

Matts words died in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw what Mello had been clutching in his arms.

The teddy bear's head poked out from behind Mello's shoulder, staring at matt with soft, embroidered eyes.

Mello mumbled something, voice still muffled by the bear. Matt hummed, leaning a knee on the bed to get closer.

"What did you say?"

There was a shaky, wet breath before Mello spoke again.

"It hurts, Mail."

At this point in his life, matt had been sure there were no more ways his heart could break. But in that moment, he could swear he felt it shatter.

Moving slowly and carefully, he rounded the bed and squeezed himself between Mello and the wall he was facing. He went to place a hand on Mello's shoulder, but froze just before his fingers brushed the bandages, and settled for hesitantly laying his arm over his hip, below where the burns tapered out.

He couldn't think of anything else to say than, "I know."

They lay there for what could have been forever. Mello's tears eventually stopped, leaving nothing but a damp spot soaking into the pillow. Matt rubbed his thumb in soothing circles over Mello's hip, eventually working up the nerve to tilt his head up and place the softest of kisses just above his right eyebrow.

And the teddy bear lay cuddled between them, pressing against Matt's heart.