#yelling quietly in my room. i do not need my roommates to hear me.

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SCREAMINGGGGGGG ENDING 3………..

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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

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

Warnings: some awkward moments but nothing crazy.

part 1 - Part two!!! - part 3 - part 4

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You indeed did not see John price the next morning but what you did see was a handwritten note stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet.

“Good morning, as I mentioned my job is demanding. I’m not sure how long I'll be gone for but I can estimate at least a month. If you need me, my phone number is below along with my check for this month's rent and the next. - John price”

You reach for the envelope that is attached behind the note and pull it open and what the fuck. You knew he had to have money but in what world would someone pay this much rent for a house with a roommate? You immediately grab your own checkbook and write him for the amount that’s overpaid, making a mental note to make sure you give it to him.

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Weeks pass slowly and life goes on as it did before. The only difference is you're no longer struggling to make ends meet. So to celebrate your success you order that 6 foot canvas you’d been wanting for ages and a new oil paint.

When you got the notification that it had arrived, thank god for two day shipping, you squealed and ran to grab it before the mailman even walked away. He offered to help you as he watched you give it a bear hug and waddle it through your door yelling out a meek ‘no Thankyou’. You dragged it down the hallway and into the sunroom resting it up against the wall. Ripping the clear plastic film off of new canvases comes in third place to the best things in life.

Sitting in the sun that evening you stroke deep blue oil paints that try their best to replicate ocean waters, and white specks that wish they could induce the same feelings stars do.

You’ve been at this same painting for 3 weeks, coming home and straight to it. Now that it’s finally done it sits sunbathing till it dries. You still visit it and admire its larger than life beauty.

John’s been gone for 1 month and 3 weeks now and in that time some problems have arisen, 1. The faucet in the kitchen leaks and below it the pipe also leaks and the only plumber that’s willing to drive out to your house and inspect it says he won’t be available for another week which means the water bill will sky rocketing till then. And 2. you have no idea where the huge painting will go.

You walk around wondering where to place it. You thought maybe the living room, or even in your room but after testing both those places it still didn’t look right. You can only think of one other place which is the hallway to John’s room. Of course that spot is perfect, maybe he wouldn’t notice since he only spent one night here. You grabbed the drill and got to work mounting it immediately. Once all was said and done you gave it a once over, smiled, snapped a picture of it to send to your sister and walked away.

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John arrived back exactly at the two month mark early in the AM. He opened the house door as quietly as possible and removed his boots by the door to avoid the creaking wood of the floor and continued sluggishly hauling his bag to his room. Being the man he is, he notices everything, those watchful eyes of his never miss a detail so he does indeed notice and take a second to admire the newly found painting hung in front of his bedroom door before unlocking it to set his stuff down.

After a much needed and appreciated shower he reads the clock at 7AM thinking he can sleep for a little, that is of course until he hears a knock at the door. Making his way down the hall he peeps through the window and sees a handyman?

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” He says opening the door.

“Good morning, your wife called for a leaking pipe, told her I’d come by sometime today.” He looks down the hall towards your room and confirms the fact that you're definitely still very well asleep.

“My wife? Oh yes my wife, that lady I could’ve sworn I told her to cancel this appointment we actually got it all sorted out.” He lies like it's second nature.

“I actually charge a late cancellation fee that must be paid upfront.” He inquires slightly annoyed.

“How much?” John replies feeling sorry for this man that drove out here and is now being sent away.

“100$ flat.” John shuts the door and quickly fetches his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and returns with two bills one for the inconvenience and sends the man on his way.

Sleep can wait.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen and as a woman that technically lives alone in the middle of the forest you're terrified.

Grabbing the bat beside your bed still fully dressed in the least threatening attire, you tiptoe to the source of the noise and breathe out the strongest sigh of relief ever known to man.

“Jesus Christ John you scared me, what’re you doing?” You loudly admit startling him in return.

“Fixing this pipe that you called an overpriced handyman for.” You stare at him subconsciously admiring the way he looks, slightly disheveled, face screwed in concentration and strong hands twisting the wrench in his hand and let’s not mention the rise of his shirt.

“You okay?” He says removing himself from under the sink leaning back on his knees to stare up at you.

“Yeah, yes I’m so sorry, um so where did the handy man go?” He stands with a grunt and leans his back against the counter.

“On his merry way.” He replies, turning around to turn the faucet on checking if it leaks, then off to see if it still drips and as he expects, it does neither.

“How much do I owe you for the late cancellation fee?” That man has handled your plumbing issues before and you’ve definitely canceled late more than once.

“Technically you didn’t cancel on him, I did so don’t worry.” He says picking his tools up off the ground placing them messily into the tool box.

“Well Thank You.” You say awkwardly.

“Of course.” He smiles making the dimples beneath his beard awfully noticeable.

“Oh and by the way your rent is only two thousand five hundred a month.” You say walking to the kitchen drawer beside him and pulling out a check that’s already filled out and handing it to him.

“Utilities included?” He asks, grabbing the check written out for three thousand and also taking in notice that same scent that clung to those sheets you made his bed with weeks ago as you sweep by.

“Yeah I don’t mind paying more cause I mean look around, this place has my style written all over it which makes it feel more like mine than yours.” He looks baffled at your reasoning.

“I actually like the decorations, not sure I’d change a thing about it.” You laugh at what has to be a lie.

“I doubt it.” You chuckle and slightly blush at his kindness.

“No I'm serious, I especially love that painting in the hallway, where’d you get it?” You seem surprised at the mention of it and even more flattered at the compliment.

“I actually painted it.” He gives you a surprised look.

“See you’re even hand painting the art, please I can afford much more than twenty five hundred.” You act like you're considering it for a moment.

“As much as I’d appreciate it, I'm already grateful for what you pay.” You say truthfully.

“Also, welcome home.” You quip before turning around walking back towards your room to get ready for the day

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John’s been home for nearly two weeks now and he’s slightly growing on you and you on him. You co-exist in harmony most times. That doesn’t mean the two of you still don’t clash from time to time.

“Good morning.” He says scrambling eggs in a pan as you walk into the kitchen reaching in the cabinet for a coffee mug.

“Morning to you too.” You say groggily, setting your feet flat on the ground and placing the cup on the counter, reaching for the pot to pour some coffee.

“If I can just- oh I’m so sorry.” He says accidentally bumping into you making the coffee spill on the counter.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I can just clean it.” You say turning around quickly to go grab paper towels and end up accidentally running into his chest.

He grabs your shoulders to hold you in place and let your brain catch up with the speed of events.

“We will learn to both be in the kitchen together someday.” You affirm with a laugh that makes you feel alive.

“Hey the first week this happened almost everyday. If anything this is a huge improvement.” He jokingly abides.

“True.” You say as he turns around handing you the kitchen towel to clean it up. He watches you with amused eyes and a smile that still hasn’t left either of your faces and for a second something alights in John something that scares him so bad he doesn’t hear a thing you’re saying.

“John, I said did you sleep well?” You speak a bit louder, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah darling sorry I’m just going to take this to my office. I've got some work to cover.” He says hurriedly plating his food and scurrying off.

“Okay well I’ll be heading to work soon.” He doesn’t even let you finish before closing the door leaving you to stand there a little stumped.

“So I’ll assume he didn’t sleep well.” You say to yourself before pouring another cup and heading to your room to get changed.

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Can you pls write enha reaction when another member walks in when they're fucking their gf (hyung line) and making out (maknae line) 🙏🙏🙏

Heeseung:

You hadn't seen Heeseung in awhile so when he invited you over to "hang out", you were excited. But you also forgot he has a roommate. "Hey, Hyung I made some ram-" Jake froze, staring at the position you and his roommate were in, cheeks flushed red. He didn't even know you were here, and he usually knocks when you are in case Heeseung has you pinned down like he does right now. "Do you wanna watch or are you gonna close the door?.." Heeseung asks as Jake finally snaps out of his daze. "I'll leave it on the stove." He then slams the door, and you can hear his feet pad down the hall as he runs away, slapping Heeseung's chest afterwards. "Why would you say that to him?" You ask as he laughs, leaning down to kiss you. "He'll be fine.. Anyways, no need to be quiet now since he knows you're here."

Jay:

You had been pent up all day, Jay had made it his mission to tease you, knowing he wouldn't do anything while you guys were with the boys. Eventually you finally got back to the dorms, and Jay went to shower, of course asking you to join. You tried to keep quiet, but you hadn't realized Jay forgot to lock the door until Jungwon walked in. "Hey, Hyung I'm just gonna grab my toothb- holy shit my bad."

His eyes widened as he stared at you through the glass door, waving with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't know you two were in here." He apologized, grabbing his toothbrush. "Get out!" Jay yelled as Jungwon sighed. "I'm not the dumbass who forgot to lock the door. And I hope you're using a condom Hyung." He teased as Jay groaned. "Jungwon get the fuck out!"

As soon as Jungwon leaves, you start laughing. "You yelling like that is kinda hot..."

Jake:

Jake had called you over pretty late because he missed you, but it eventually led to you guys making out and now he's between your legs, lapping at your cunt while his other hand reaches up to cover your mouth, keeping you quiet. The bedroom door opened quietly, and you immediately met eyes with Sunghoon, Jake's best friend. "Fuck.. My bad." He shielded his eyes as Jake pulled away from you, immediately throwing his blanket on you to cover you. "What the fuck, Sunghoon?"

"How was I supposed to know she was here!? I can't find my keys." He explained as Jake sighed. "It's 2am, why do you need your keys?" He asked as Sunghoon smirked. "You're not the only one trying to dick your girl down."

Sunghoon:

"Sunghoon s-slow down.." You were moaning, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow below you as Sunghoon fucked you from behind, but he wasn't listening because he was mad about you laughing with Jay earlier. "You heard the lady, slow down." You both glanced towards the door as Jay walked in, not even batting an eye at the two of you. "Could you leave? I'm kinda busy."

"I'm grabbing my bag you took. Plus, who fucks at 3pm? You hornball." Sunghoon throws a pillow straight at Jay's head at the remark, making you chuckle. "It doesn't matter what time it is, and unless you wanna finish fucking her for me, get the hell out of my room."

As soon as Jay left, he leaned down towards your ear, pulling your hair. "You fucking slut.. You might be all smiles with Jay, but remember who's dick you're stuffed with."

Sunoo:

"Sunoo that tickles.." You giggled, pulling away from him as you pressed your lips against his once more, cupping his cheeks. "Woah.. Sunoo I didn't know you did these kinda things." Heeseung walked in, laughing as you pulled away from Sunoo, hiding your face against his shoulder. "Hyung.. You said you were gonna be out all day.." He relaliated as Heeseung sighed. "I left my wallet in my room. I'm just gonna grab it and be on my way." He reassures before disappearing down the hallway. Sunoo slides his hands under your shirt, littering kisses on your neck and shoulder. "When he leaves we can move to my room that way we won't get interrupted again."

Jungwon:

"Shh... You're gonna get us caught.." Jungwon whispered as he continued to kiss down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. "We're in the living room and you think no one is gonna catch us?.." You whispered, squealing when the lights turned on. "Jungwon? Is that you, Hyung?.." Riki's voice sounds as Jungwon sighs, sitting up. "What's up?.." Jungwon asks as Riki raises an eye brow, now seeing you pent under Jungwon. "Ohh sorry. I didn't mean to kill your vibe. Whenever you're done, come get me so we can hang out. I wanted to do a new tiktok dance." He then turns the lights back off before leaving as you and Jungwon both chuckle. "Well, you heard him, let's finish up here.."

Riki:

You and Riki had been hanging out in his room all day, and he eventually started laying on top of you which led to something more. He was now sitting between your legs, his hands under your shirt, and his lips on yours. You usually never got this touchy during a makeout session, but it was too good to pass up. "Hey, Riki.. Can you call my phone I can't find i- woah."

Sunoo walked in, jaw dropped as Riki sighed, hiding his face against your neck. You laughed, playing with his hair as you glanced at Sunoo. "I think I saw it on the kitchen counter after we ate lunch check there." You said as Sunoo thanked you, turning to leave. "Oh, and if you're gonna go further, use protection." He teased as Riki sat up, throwing his pillow at Sunoo's head. "Fuck.." He groaned as you chuckled, kissing him again. "He's gonna tell everyone and they're gonna tease me forever." He mumbled as you shrugged. "Who cares, now where were we?.."

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Gonna drop this here before I completely disconnect from the outside world.

What aboutttt bestie Sasha introducing you and drugDealer!Ony at a party, only to find out y’all already know each other very, very well.

me and you like this fr🤞🏽 we share a brain. you are me and i am you. i love you twin😩 we gon use shy!reader for this one bc regular reader would’ve been made it known that he was her man😭

“girl let’s goooo. you wont die if you just lived a little.” your roommate sasha sighed as she watched you look yourself over for the third time. “i don’t know sash. it’s a little short for me” fingers toying with the fabric of the short skirt as you looked at your unrecognizable reflection.

you weren’t really the type to wear this kind of stuff. going for a calmer, more covered up look rather than the cute skimpy outfits sasha would wear. but since this was your first party your roomate insisted you borrow some of her clothes. “girl you look sexy as fuck. if i wasn’t with connie i’d definitely hit that.”

sasha light tapped your ass before turning on her heals and leaving your room. “i’ll be in the car bitch. don’t take all night in here staring at yourself.” you sighed before picking up your purse and following her. as soon as the two of you walked in the door the smell of weed and alcohol hit you, making your scrunch up your face as you fanned your hands in the air to clear the smoke.

“no need to be doing allat girl. i’m getting you high tonight anyways.” sasha giggled as she watched your eyes widen. the two of you walked deeper into the party, eventually stopping in the kitchen for some drinks. you settled for a small cup of casamigos while sasha grabbed a couple shots of fireball.

you didn’t get the chance to take a sip of your drink before sasha began pulling you towards the backyard. “we gotta go cop some weed before we start.” you gave her a puzzled look. “connie’s not here so where you gon get it from?” your question was immediately answered when the two of you stopped in front of a man leaning on the wall.

he was tall, about 6’3 wearing his sweatpants sagging a little under his briefs. his black tee fit snug, stretching a little as his arms flexed while he was lighting the blunt in his mouth. “ony ony onyyyy.” sasha yelled as she gave the guy a side hug. “yoo sash. what you need?”

ony gave you a calm glance, eyeing you as he took a long hit from the blunt. sasha took his expression as confusion, explaining the situation to prevent any confusion. “oh!! ony this is my best friend and roommate y/nnn!!” she turned towards you, laying her hand on your shoulder to give ony an introduction as well. “y/n this is onyankopon. connie’s bestest friend and my backup plug.”

ony chuckled as he held his heart. “damn that’s all i am?” sasha sighed loudly before correcting herself. “and he’s my friend” his large hand outstretched, waiting for you to shake it. your hand slowly connected with his, looking away shyly as his deep voice rang through your ears. “nice t’meet you sweetheart. what y’all ladies lookin for tonight.”

sasha opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. “hello?….the fuck you mean?….ughhh okay….okayyy i hear you damn.” you and ony looked at her in confusion. “uhhh we gotta go. connie stupid ass left his gun in my trunk and he needs it now.” sasha rolled her eyes as she put the fireballs on the nearby chair.

you honestly didn’t wanna go to connie’s, knowing damn well the two of them was gon end up arguing then fucking mad loud upstairs while you sat on the couch watching spongebob. ony could tell you didn’t want to go by looking at your face offering to take you home instead. “i can take her. if you okay wit that” sasha immediately shook her head. “hell nah she don’t know you like that. ian gon do that to my girl.”

ony shook his head as he watched you stand there with your hands behind your back, swaying from side to side as you quietly watched the two of them go back and forth. “sash i know how y’all be getting and i know she don’t feel like sitting in the living room while you get your back blown out by my brother.” a giggle flew out of your lips as sasha gasped in shock. “oh my goddd y’all be hearing usss??”

the two of you nodded your head before sasha looked away in embarrassment. “you okay wit going wit this bum?” brown eyes looking him up and down before a small smile crept on your lips. “i don’t mind as long as you don’t drive fast.” ony’s lips twitched into a smirk. gold grills peeking at you before he replied. “i’ll drive at whatever pace you want.”

“oohhhh my godddd faster daddyyy.” you moaned as ony pounded into you. hand lying flat on your back as you drooled all over his seats. strings of your arousal kept the two of you connected as you started fucking yourself back onto his dick. “that’s right mama throw that shit back. you know how i like it.” your ass clapped repeatedly on his stomach as you moaned his name.

“love your lil outfit princess. look so sexy wit this skimpy shit on.” ony’s hand gripped the skirt that was bunched up around your hips. tugging on it to fuck you onto him harder. he took his other hand and landed two rough slaps to your ass. “ooouuu mhm.” your ass poked out more are you prayed for more of the delicious contact. “you like that mama? like when daddy spanks you?”

“ y-yea. w-want daddy t’be rough wit me.” ony smiled at your change in behavior. just thirty minutes ago you were quiet as a mouse, barely able to look him in the eye. but now here you were, getting your back blown out in the back of ony’s black srt, begging him to fuck you like a slut.

you and ony have been doing this thing for awhile now where you’d act like the two of you weren’t well acquainted in public just to fuck each other like you’re married in private. since he was a very well known guy and you didn’t talk to many people you came up with the idea to leave your little situation a secret.

trying to avoid the drama that came with having a fine ass drug dealer for a boyfriend. it’s been going well in your eyes, but ever since ony saw you all dressed up for this party he knew that tonight he’d have make you fold. wanting your sexy ass all to himself everyday and not just days you were alone and horny.

“i want you t’be my girl” he moaned as he stilled his hips. watching you continue to throw it back on him at a slow pace. his words made you look back at him, hips never faltering as you looked for a hint of untruthfulness in his eyes. “b-but people might-”

“ion give a fuck about how people gon feel. i only want one girl and it’s you.” a moan slipped from your lips as ony began thrusting into you again. light brown palms pushing your back down again before slamming into you repeatedly. “auugghh onyyy.” your hand reached back and gripped his wrist, holding it tightly as you tried to endure the harsh strokes he fed you.

“be mine y/n. that way you can be daddy’s girl every night instead of the nights you home alone.” your pussy fluttered at his words. you loved when he talked like this. “c-can i think ab-about it daddy?” ony leaned down to kiss on your neck. “take your time mama. m’stayin wit you tonight anyways.”

ony ended up crashing at your place that night. chest full of tattoos facing the ceiling as he slept on his back. his black durag that he always left in your dresser fitting snug on his head. while you admired your new boyfriend you were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. “hello?” you whispered. “hey girl m’stayin over at connie’s. you get home safe?hope he didn’t drive too fast.” you giggled as you glanced at ony’s sleeping figure, brows furrowed and lips parted as he slept peacefully in your bed.

“i got here fine. he drove really well-” the feeling of ony’s large hand pulling your back to his chest made you gasp before he spoke lowly in your ear. “why you so far away mama? when you stay at my crib you usually like to sleep on my chest.” his sleepy voice rang through the speaker, making sasha gasp. “oh. my. go-”

“see you tomorrow girl byeeee.” you hung up, putting your phone on silent to hush the millions of texts sasha was going to send soon. you turned towards ony before lightly pushing him in his back so you could sleep comfortably on his chest. “goodnight princess.” he grumbled before falling back asleep. you smiled, cuddling your face deeper into his inked chest. “goodnight papa.”

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“No outside clothes on my bed” - Rafe Cameron

ExBf! Rafe Cameron x Gender-neutral! reader

Your ex shows up drunk at your door

warnings: mentions of relapse in sobriety, mentions of c0k3 use, mentions of drinking, explicit language

800 words - short fic

You were meant to stay far far away from your ex Rafe Cameron but when he's drunk at your door can you really turn him away?

You let him lean over you as you usher him towards your room, shushing him to hopefully keep your roommate asleep, and unknowing that you opened the door for your ex that you told her all about over a bottle of wine.

Once in your room you lay him down on the floor and take pillows off of your bed to keep him propped up on his side. You go to offer him a blanket, but his eyes are half closed as he begins to pout. It was endearing how he'd act all pouty and clingy while y'all were together, but just irritating now that he's your ex.

Somehow through that irritation your old feelings for Rafe were clawing at your insides. You harshly made him sleep away from you, but you still positioned yourself to where you could monitor him. You'd always worry about him dating or not.

You stare up at the ceiling, hoping to just try your best to get through the night as contradicting emotions pulse through your body and Rafe's presence making itself more than well known, even more so when he breaks the silence, "Can I sleep with you?" he asks, voice quiet and timid.

How could you possibly say no to him when he's in such a vulnerable state? Right? Instead you let that vulnerability fuel rejection, you can reason with yourself that he's not in his right mind, and that you need stay as far away from him as possible. "No outside clothes on my bed, you know that."

He doesn't respond right away and instead you hear him start to breathe unevenly with the occasional sniffle. You shoot up and look over at the ground, his back is facing towards you, "Rafe are you crying?" you whisper yell at him in shock.

"I'm so sorry. I'm drunk" he tries to whisper, holding back his tears, trying to hold onto any dignity he can be conscious of.

"I know" You sigh heavily and throw yourself back against your bed.

“And I'm in love with you” he mumbles quietly.

His words make you flinch, “Do not.”

“I miss you, I miss you so much, I'm miserable” his voice shakes and you shut your eyes to make his words hurt less.

“You broke up with me.” And you know why he did it too, the night he relapsed on coke he called you in a panic and confessed. You couldn’t even get a word in before he broke things off, assuming you were going to do it anyways. He was right to assume that you’d be upset about his relapse, but you didn’t know in what world he thought that you’d dump him at a low like that. You wanted to be there for him, you were going to be there for him, and he unknowingly pushed you away.

“I'm fucking stupid” he slurs out and begins to incoherently ramble.

“Get some sleep Rafe” you cut him off worried he’s about to choke on his tongue.

“I thought you’d hate me” he quietly whimpers, “That why I’m sober again” he breathes in a ragged breath before finishing his sentence “But I did drink tonight”

“I know you drank” You want to laugh at his obvious drunk confession, but instead make a confession of your own, “But I am proud of you for being clean again, always have been proud” Sarah and Rafe’s friends who grew close to you often updated you on how he was doing, so you already knew he had been strongly sober although going through the motions of grieving your relationship. His ego made him think sobriety would be linear, but you knew statistically he’d relapse and you were still genuinely proud of him.

“That’s all I wanted” his sad voice and new admission tugs at your heartstrings. All he wanted was just for someone to be proud of him, Rafe Cameron had been failed by everyone and was trying to pick up all the pieces by himself.

"Get in" You can see him sit up out of your peripheral vision, and he hesitates almost as if he thinks you’re joking. You lift up the comforter, making space for him and in almost an instant he’s up and clumsily stripping his clothes at an attempt to take off his outside clothes before jumping in your bed, hugging your waist with his head in your chest. His breathing slows down a lot more than before, but you can feel his tears soak into your top. They’re hot like his body, heated by the the alcohol in his system. You can feel him lift his head, but you just close your eyes, and rub circles into his back the way he loved “Well talk in the morning”

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Roommates…? ╝

Premise: Living together as friends was easier than expected, but being a couple, things change. Will it be for the best or for the worst? Experiencing all sorts of first times with your now boyfriend while sharing the same room can get a bit chaotic.

Word count: 3184

Note: This is a continuation from my previous work, you can read the first part here.

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Tanjiro called you and Genya into the living room after Inosuke came downstairs, seemingly traumatized. He made you sit together on your knees while the rest shared the couch, a very distressed looking Inosuke sitting on a chair to the side, still holding the basket full of cookies.

“I called you all today to take part of the first shared house trial. Seems to me like something has been going on behind our backs and need clarification. As you can see, our witness here,” he motioned towards Inosuke, “suffered some severe trauma this evening. Care to share your experience with us?”

Inosuke cleared his throat, both of his hands laying on his knees trying to recount what happened, “Here I was, taking the cookies Kanao baked over to everyone around the house. I started from the third floor just because it was easier that way, my room is on the first floor as you may know. When I went in their room…I…I saw….they…were pink…with a little white polka dotted bow…and…and…please tell me I have more back muscles than he does, Tanjiro. Do I need to work it more? It didn’t seem fair to me in that angle…”

The look of confusion in everyone’s face was priceless, though, you both knew what he meant by all that.

“Hashibira Inosuke, did you deliberately stare at my panties??? How can you remember so many details? You were in the room for less than a second!” Aoi’s gasp could be heard on the background, making Inosuke grow nervous.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, ok? He had your skirt all the way up! When I got in is all I could see! I told you to lock your door, didn’t I?”

“And did I not tell you to knock? Seriously, Inosuke, you gotta stop barging into rooms like that!” Genya’s fist was trembling with rage, he didn’t even get to see them, he felt them, yes, but he didn’t know they were pink or had a bow even, how was it possible that the damn pig had seen them first, outrageous.

“Wait, wait. I’m not getting what’s going on. What do back muscles have to do with (Y/N)’s panties?” Zenitsu was munching on a sandwich, seemingly confused with the random assortment of details.

“Oh god. Is this what I think it is? Did you go into their room again without knocking and…”

“YES” you and Genya shouted in unison, glaring towards Inosuke.

“I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING LOCK THE DOOR (Y/N)!”

“YELL AT HER AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, YOU HEAR ME PIG?”

Tanjiro got up from his seat, getting in between both of them and motioning for both to go back to their place, your hand gently tugging on Genya’s for him to sit down.

“Ok so, is this a thing now? Are you like together?”

You were mumbling quietly, hiding your face on Genya’s shoulder, you really didn’t want to talk about this in front of the entire crew, you hadn’t even talked about it with Genya yet...“Why does it matter to all of you? Isn’t it common decency to knock before barging into someone’s room? What we do or don’t inside our room is our damn business.” his hand came over to yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. You were more than embarrassed, not only have you not told them anything of what’s been going on but one of your oldest friends saw your panties, among other things…

Tanjiro’s eyes were on your joint hands, a little smile making its way over to his face. He’s always known of Genya’s crush on you. He saw the entire scene unfold when you shared your book with him all those years back, he saw his friend’s ears turn pink, his expression turn soft every time you addressed him or said something funny. He was happy for him, for the both of you really.

“So Genya and (Y/N) are fucking or something? Sorry I don’t get all this, Nezuko-chan sent me a selfie with the cutest cat ever, I lost track of the conversation.”

“I will fucking crush your skull…” Genya was gathering you in his arms as you buried your face on his chest in shame. His protective self shielding you from the prying eyes, his own burning holes into Zenitsu with passion.

“Now, now. Let’s not get ahead of our ourselves. (Y/N), are you two together now? Is that it? C’mon let me see your pretty face.” Tanjiro was now crouching in front of you, giving Genya a soft adoring smile as he waited patiently for your reply.

Going out of your safe space, you looked at him with one eye, the rest of your face still hidden away. “Yeah…I think so…”

“Thank you, that’s all we needed to know. Now, let’s get into an agreement. Inosuke, you won’t go into ANY of the rooms without knocking. They aren’t the only couple around, if you don’t want to get even more traumatized, I advise you start listening to others. As for you two, please lock your door from now on, that’s what we all do when, well you know…” Genya’s face was bright red, giving Tanjiro a little nod.

“Wow, so am I the only one single now? This sucks…Tanjiro let me date Nezuko-chan already, she’s not a child anymore!” the glare he received left you all speechless, everyone made their way over to their respective rooms quietly, loud cries of intense pain could be heard for the rest of the evening.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Now that all your friends knew you were together, things quieted down.

Everything went back to normal, except for maybe the fact that Genya placed three additional locks on your door and now you have to carry a bunch of keys in your bag. He still can’t get over the fact that Inosuke saw your panties before he did, he has to keep the menace away before something worse happened.

Though, with back to normal I mean Inosuke barging into your make out sessions constantly, a normal thing this days, it did happen often after all.

First he found you making out in the game room; everyone had fallen asleep while playing or were knocked out drunk on the floor after a fierce Friday night of friendly bonding, or so you thought, but Inosuke was still very much awake and saw you perched on your boyfriend’s lap, enjoying everything but the games on the screen. His loud obnoxious complaints woke everybody up.

A similar thing happened a few days later, but in the laundry room, you were sitting on the folding table, your limbs clinging onto Genya almost desperately while you both waited for your garments to be ready. Inosuke heard your quiet whimpers and blew the door open just to have one of his arms almost ripped to pieces by your very much annoyed boyfriend as he barged in once more to kill the mood on purpose.

But it all ended after you caught him and Aoi, half undressed in the living room past 3AM when the munchies hit you both after a movie marathon. The gasp of horror that left Aoi’s lips and Inosuke’s histerical outburst trying to cover his girl were engraved in your mind forever.

You got to experience the awkwardness of it all and kept your hands to yourselves in public places from then on, also Inosuke started being more considerate after seeing his girlfriend crying in shame, he felt bad for exposing you the way he did, so he bought a tiny bore plushie and left it on your pillow as a sign of peace and as a long overdue apology.

Things went back to how they used to be before you were together after that encounter, or so you like to think but sharing your bed with Genya was definitely not something you used to do, now though, that became the new normal for both of you.

“Do you wanna go somewhere together over the weekend?” you’ve been together for a few weeks now, yet you haven’t had your first official date, you were looking forward to it even if it didn’t matter much in your unusual circumstances.

“Sure, where do you wanna go?” he was comfily pressed to your side, half asleep while you browsed on your phone, his hand aimlessly rubbing circles on one of your thighs.

“Hmmm…I always wanted to go on one of those cheesy dates, you know what I mean? Like going to an aquarium and buy matching phone straps, then maybe go eat some crepes and hold hands while we walk in a park. Is that too much for you?” you giggled, kissing his shoulder gently in a playful manner trying to sway his decision.

Groaning, he buried his face on your chest nuzzling your softness, “I hate you…”

“Is that a yes~?”

“Whatever… you owe me at least ten thousand kisses, and I want them by tomorrow if you want me to do all that girly crap…” chuckling in excitement you rolled around in your bed, getting on top of him and showered his face with soft kisses, “Gotta start now then~”

This would be fun.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your typical cheesy over the top date was fantastic.

You walked around the exhibits in the aquarium hand in hand, making comments on the pretty fish and forcing your boyfriend to make silly faces for your selfies. Both wore matching head wear obtained at the gift shop at the front to make it all even worse for poor Genya.

You wanted something cute like a dolphin or jellyfish headband, but he refused to wear anything that wasn’t the cool white shark hat that the mannequin had in display. Not like you cared really, you were just happy to wear matching items with someone like him, it felt like an accomplishment, like if you were in some sort of sweet dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Genya enjoyed it more than he thought he would, aquariums are unexpectedly quiet and fun to be in. He made you touch a sea cucumber and laughed at your disgusted face for about twenty minutes, he just couldn’t stop. So you grabbed his hand and pressed it gently to a starfish, making sure to capture his mortified expression in video. He realized he’d be fine wherever you’d want to take him, being with you was fun, even if he had to wear crazy hats, he really likes to see you smiling.

You got to buy the matching phone straps you wanted, they had a tiny dangly shark hanging from them of course, and he ended up getting a dolphin plush for you out of a claw machine.

This was the first time Genya had been to an aquarium, to a date in general, but he hoped it wasn’t the last.

After your under the sea adventure, you stopped by the crepe stand in the big park outside of the building, it had a long line but he knew you really wanted some for your utopian date plan, so he queued next to you for an hour even if he grumbled the entire time, nothing a couple of sneaky kisses couldn’t fix.

You got back to your room by sunset, exhausted but happy. Having a boyfriend that is willing to indulge you even when he wasn’t one to do such things made you feel loved, and that was new.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” you were poking his side while he took off his socks, too lazy to take a bath, you ended up walking a lot, who would have thought dates were this tiring.

“That shark was freaking cool. Do you think they’d let us buy one as pet?” you chuckled, laying flat on your bed, the wild image of your boyfriend feeding Zenitsu to the shark crossed your mind.

“I doubt it, baby.” he nodded slightly disappointed, reaching over to nestle himself on your side. “Too bad. Maybe one day we could get one, those tiny ones might fit in a house tank.” he was dozing off quickly as you threaded your fingers through his hair, dreaming of a future were you two would still be together.

“That would be nice.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Dating your roommate had more perks than anything.

You both always knew what the other forgot before it was too late, always supported the other in bad days. Always ready for cuddles and kisses or a very deep conversation and pep talks.

But it also came with a bad side.

Being comfortable is a good thing, but some times being too comfortable can be a double edged sword.

You were currently in the shower, getting ready for school. Your phone kept ringing and it was driving Genya crazy.

He went over to your desk to make it stop when he saw the caller on the screen, making his stomach turn.

‘Sensei~ ♡’

Why was he calling you, why was his name saved like that in your phone? It made him want to throw your phone off the window and get you a new one so he wouldn’t have your number…

He was about to walk away when a text message arrived, a notification displaying on the screen, ‘I miss you…can we meet today after class?’

“He what??? This bastard…” he was fuming at this point, his imagination running wild. Why would he miss you? Is not like you two had a thing. Did you…? No, no, he trusts you, you are his girlfriend, you even live together, not like you could cheat on him without him noticing.

You went out of the bathroom, Genya reached over for one of the books on his own desk, trying to fake ignorance. His heart was racing, doubt was filling his insides and he didn’t like the way that felt.

You checked your phone but didn’t reply, just continued getting ready.

“S-shall we go for some burgers tonight, babe? Inosuke said they were super good in that new place downtown.” He sounded a little insecure, something he hasn’t been for a while, at least not around you.

“Can’t, not tonight at least, have something to do.” you were rushing out of the door, grabbing your backpack on the way, “See you later, baby!” you blew him a kiss and ran downstairs trying not to be late for your first class of the day.

“Something to do? Since when she doesn’t tell me what that ‘something’ is? She always tells me what she’s doing, why not today? Fuck…” he didn’t want to believe you would cheat on him, but things were just not adding up, his brother was also your first love, and a very dangerous competition to have, didn’t want to but he had to admit he had doubts, he was jealous, hurt even, but he would give you a chance.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Genya was waiting for you sitting on his bed with his arms crossed, it was almost midnight, and you hadn’t even texted him since lunch.

When he saw the door being unlocked, he tried to look calm, reaching for a discarded notebook on his bed to look like he was studying and definitely not waiting for you.

“You still awake, babe? Isn’t it too late? Or were you waiting for me~?” you gave him a loving smile, making your way over to his bed, craving the warmth of your boyfriend after a long day. But he wasn’t having it, even if he didn’t want to be, he was still annoyed by the situation.

Pushing you over to the side, he rolled over, making you face his back.

“Babe? What’s up? Are you mad?” snaking your arms around his waist, you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Why would I be mad? Did you do something that would make me mad?” his voice was gruff; you could hear the annoyance lacing his every word.

“Not that I know of…” to this he scoffed, throwing the notebook to the ground and turning back to face you, an angry scowl adorning his rather handsome face.

“Yeah right…I fucking saw my brother’s message! Are you toying with me (Y/N)? Am I not enough? Do you really need to go pleading for his stupid attention? Is he that great???” you were speechless, trying to grasp the situation.

“You think I went on a date with Sensei and that’s why I came home late? Is that why you’re mad?” now you were the one scowling. You didn’t mind him seeing your notifications, what made you upset was his lack of trust.

“Why else would you be so fucking late? You didn’t even want to tell me what you were doing after class today…and…and you’ve never rejected a date with me before!”

“It was LATE! I had to run to class! We fell asleep this morning after snoozing the alarm, remember??” you got your phone out, unlocking it and throwing it his way, showing the conversation with his brother.

Genya’s eyes were glued to your screen, re-reading the very short conversation you had with Sanemi in disbelief.

Not only did you declined his offer, but you plainly rejected him.

He grabbed your phone and went into your contacts, an overwhelming need to delete his phone number overtook him but he was able to control himself. Instead, he changed his contact name from 'Sensei~ ♡' to 'Brother in-law', making you giggle. That's what he was now, not your sensei, not your crush, your boyfriend's brother.

He was feeling many things at that moment, he felt proud, of your relationship, of how you didn’t need him to intervene, how you stopped him from the start and didn’t fall for his antics. He felt shame, of his attitude, of the way he shouted at you just now, of how he couldn’t trust you enough. But overall, he felt happy, loved, and oddly, somewhat horny. You’re so hot when you get all bossy like that, shutting him off completely, drives him nuts.

And that was the feeling that won him over.

He threw your phone to the side, climbing on top of you as he smashed his lips against yours. “I was so angry...so jealous...He keeps on lusting over you… over MY baby. You’re mine…Just mine.” he kept grumbling, kissing every available patch of skin he could find like a starved man, his hands roaming over your body with an overwhelming need.

“All yours, my love.” he stopped his ministrations, looking down at you with a mix of confusion and awe. You hadn’t crossed that line just yet.

“What?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his widened orbs.

“Your l-love…?”

“Yup that’s you. My boyfriend, the man I love. So, my love. Right?” you tilted your head to the side, a bit saddened by his confusion, was it one sided-

“I-I guess so, yes. You are my love too then, my girlfriend, the woman I love.” he nodded with resolution, making your smile grow once more, the urgency getting even more unbearable as time went on, his skin was on fire, same as his heart.

“Genya…?” your eyes were shut in bliss, all you could think about all day was on coming home, to be in his arms…

“Hmmm?” he couldn’t stop kissing you, he just needed more and more of you.

“I love you.” that though, made him stop, looking at you while panting heavily. You felt the need to make things clear, wanted him to hear it properly coming from your mouth, to clear any doubt he might have about your relationship.

“I love you too, babe.” this time you were the one to pull him over to you, not before pulling his shirt over his head in as swift movement, getting rid of the very much unnecessary piece of clothing, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Can I…?” his hand stopped right at the hem of your dress, waiting for your permission to proceed. To this you just nodded, bringing him down once more for another deep kiss as clothing went flying on its own.

Another line was crossed that night, one you both eagerly waited for the right moment to cross fully.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Next morning, Inosuke had gone to pick up the groceries, you had added to the list some of your girly essentials and he went over to your room to leave them there.

He saw the door wasn’t locked, which made him go in after he knocked and there was no reply from any of you.

The room was in fact empty.

He walked over to your bed, dropping the supermarket bag on it and was about to leave when he felt something fall on his head.

Terrified and ready to fight whatever it was attacking him, he saw something pink fall to the ground.

The item that followed him to his nightmares fell from the lamp above the beds, your pair of pink lacy panties with the polka dotted bow he still remembers to this day to perfection.

“FOR FUCK SAKES (Y/N), WHY??? JUST WHY????”

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Note: Just a little extra something for those who asked for more, hehe~ 🙊✨

Masterlist

[starandcloud]

And They Were Roomates

Civilian!Y/N x Simon Riley

Tw: Alcohol, older male friends

Word Count: 815

Y/N and Simon have been living together as roommates for almost three years at this point. Y/N had grown used to Simon's absence, you weren't aware of where he worked. But he paid his half of the rent, so you really didn't care. You weren't expecting to come home to Simon sitting on the couch, decked out in his hoodie, sweatpants, and hello kitty socks. All of which you had bought for him for Christmas.

"Business trip end early?"

You asked as you set your messenger bag down on the ground, and started to take your shoes off. Your skirt brushed over the floor as you took a step towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, something like that Sunshine"

Playfully you rolled your eyes and opened the fridge.

bread, left over mac-n'-cheese, samich stuff... none of this looks good for dinner...

"Do you want take out Simon?"

You asked as you leaned over the back of the couch, reading whatever documents he was working on over his shoulder.

"Sure, whatcha thinkin'? Chinese?" "You read my mind~"

You said as you gently patted both of his shoulders then picked up your phone.

"Anything special?" "Noodles. The good ones. And that chicken you got that one time."

You couldn't help but laugh at Simon's terrible memory.

"Alright, alright. Are you going to have anyone over?" "Johnny?" "Yeah, him."

Simon had to think about that for a moment, looking at his phone for a minute.

"Would you mind?" "Of course not! I love Johnny!"

You said, making Simon smile gently and pick up his phone.

"I'll get him some noodles and chicken too, I think he'd like them."

You said as you watched Simon call Johnny, you had liked his friend since you first met him. Johnny matched your chaotic energy and often endorsed in your stupid ideas but, more importantly? He made Simon happy, and that's all you cared about.

Hours passed, it was about twelve AM now. The three of you were all intoxicated and... Y/N had never really noticed how nice it was to hear Simon laugh like he was. So carefree and happy, it was adorable.

"Shouldn't the kid get to bed?" "Hey! Fuck you! I'm twenty-five!"

Y/N yelled, defending themself before Johnny threw a couch pillow at them.

"Yeah, and I'm thirty-two. You're a kid!"

You scoffed and let yourself flop back against the floor. Your skirt had been swapped out for a pair of sweats and the turtle-neck had been switched for one of Simon's hoodies.

"Isn't that hoodie Simon's?"

Johnny asked before a loud, skin-on-skin, slap filled the room followed by a groan.

"Yeah, but Simon is nice enough to share his clothes with me."

You said, twirling your hand through the air. Watching how the light disappeared and reappeared as you shifted your fingers in front of the light, then away.

"Sunshine?"

You heard Simon's voice and you pushed yourself up.

"Yeah Si? What's up?" "Head to bed, it's late and you have classes tomorrow."

You nodded in agreement and stood up, grabbing your dirty dishes and alcohol you took a step towards the kitchen. A strong hand grabbed your arm and another took the plate from your hand.

"Give me these, go to bed. Johnny and I will pick up, you need the sleep."

Simon said, his chest rumbling as it pressed against your back. Gently leaning your head back, you hummed before softly saying.

"I can pick up after myself Mr. Riley~"

You said as you took back the dirtied dishes and disappeared into the kitchen, you heard hushed talking before laughter from Johnny as you put the porcelain in the sink and started to dump the alcohol down the sink before pausing.

It couldn't hurt if I drank what was left

You thought as you lifted the bottle to your lips. Chugging the chilled liquid, you felt it burn down your chest as you tried to finish it. Pulling the glass bottle away you quietly gasped for air, you listened to the talking just outside of the kitchen before dumping the rest out. Stumbling into the living room you expectantly stood by your door and waited for Simon. It didn't take long for him to notice you standing there. A quiet chuckle left his lips as he stood up and walked towards you. Wrapping his arms around you he gently rocked you.

"Sleep well Kid, I'm right next door if you need me."

Simon promised before sending you off to bed. Laying under your comforters you quietly smiled and started to drift off to sleep. Simon had been such a positive influence on you, and your life had been much easier since he moved in. The neighbors left you alone now and less people cat-called you when they saw Simon walking behind you. Maybe... Maybe you could fall for him..?

. .. ...

Nah, that's the alcohol talking.

[cuntydreamgirl]

ok i need to tell you a crazy story about one of my other roommates 😭😭 like i literally felt like i was in a movie its was WILD. so basically, our dorm is an apartment style dorm so there’s 2 bedrooms that have 2 people in them if that makes sense. i share a room with my best friend and our other friend (let’s call her grace) is in the same apartment as us but she shares with a new girl (let’s call her sophie for the sake of confusion LOL). so basically, sophie and grace have not been getting along very well. like they haven’t been rude or anything, they just don’t speak to each other bc it’s awkward yk? so the other night, me and my best friend got back to the dorm early and i’m sitting at my desk and my best friend is in the bathroom. sophie walks into the apartment taking on the phone with someone LOUD. like she was borderline yelling 😭 and so im like ???? and ofc i eavesdrop bc i have no other choice! and i hear her SHIT TALKING GRACE 😭😭 because im quietly at my desk and my best friend is quietly in the bathroom, sophie doesn’t know we’re there and we heard everything she just said. so then me and my best friend are panicking and texting each other because we’re like ??!!??& and then my best friend flushed the toilet and sophie realized we were there and she BOLTS out the door 😭 and she stayed in a common area until past midnight. and now she doesn’t talk to any of us anymore 😭😭😭😭 hopefully this story actually makes sense and it’s not just word vomit!

NOOO I FEEL SO BAD FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! because what’s there to talk shit about? just because it’s awkward? did she even put in the effort to befriend any of you in the beginning? maybe she felt intimidated or a little excluded because you all know each other already but that’s no reason for her to do all that. i hope she’s at least able to civil and not make grace super uncomfortable

[pccyouthleader]

Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 12: Father Knows Best

Dinner was fairly uneventful as Amy chattered away about the doctor’s appointment, starting from scratch with baby stuff, and how to go about telling their friends. Sonic didn’t say much, but watched Aurora, who was lost in thought. 

“Rory, are you okay?” Amy asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Aurora took a deep breath and plunged into what had been on her mind lately. “While everybody is here together, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it, Honeybunch?” asked Amy, shifting uncomfortably.

“We’ll, since I’ve got a job, and… what with the new baby and all… I think I’d like to get my own place.”

Two faces stared at her from across the table, lost for words. The third looked surprised, yet pleased. Was that a slight grin playing at the corner of Shadow’s mouth?

Aurora looked back at her parents. “Please don’t freak out! It won’t be far away!” she rushed to say. “I’ve got some pamphlets and stuff upstairs to show you.” Aurora jumped up and ran to the stairs, worried that it was a bad time to mention this. As soon as she reached her room, she realized the information was in her bag by the door. Sneaking back down the stairs, she listened as everyone else continued to talk.

—

Sonic was pacing the room. “She’s never lived by herself before. What if it’s too dangerous?”

“Maybe she could move in with Sticks,” Amy said. 

“And risk being kidnapped and taken off grid?” replied Sonic. “Not a chance!”

“Maybe Knuckles and Rouge could use a live-in nanny for Ruff and Tumble,” she suggested.

Shadow rolled his eyes.

“I’m not sure that Rouge would be a good influence,” Sonic said, “but I did hear that the Widow Vandersnout is looking for a roommate.”

“That woman is still alive?” Amy asked in surprise.

Shadow could keep silent no more. “Aurora doesn’t want to live with some geriatric shut-in!”

“You got any better ideas, Casanova?” Sonic asked through gritted teeth.

“Look, I know I don’t have much say in the matter, but she’s a grown woman,” Shadow began. “And as much as you want her to stay here, she needs to have a little freedom to make her own decisions.” 

Sonic objected. “What do you know about it, Shadow? You don’t have any kids! Aurora needs protection!”

“From what?!” Shadow spat back. “Her overbearing father?”

“I just don’t want her to be alone, that’s all,” Sonic seethed.

“Then she can move in with me,” said Shadow.

Sonic clenched his fists. “Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged-“

“BOYS!!” Amy yelled. Her voice took on a low, threatening tone. “I am sick. I am tired. I feel like I swallowed a WATERMELON! If the two of you don’t stop your arguing, I am going to PUMMEL each of you until you can’t see straight!”

Just then, they all looked up to see Aurora staring at them wide-eyed. She backed up a few steps, then took off up the stairs and into her room again. 

“Well, that went well,” said Amy, standing to go after her. 

But Sonic held up a hand. “Let me talk to her,” he said quietly. Then he began preparing himself for the hardest conversation of his life. 

—

Sonic trudged up the stairs and knocked softly on Aurora’s door.

She was standing at her window staring at the moon. “Tiny?” he said softly, closing the door behind him. “Sorry about that down there. I guess we all got kinda carried away.” Sonic scratched the back of his neck and gave a sheepish smile. 

When she still didn’t say anything, he moved closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Rory. We’ve all had a lot to process this evening.”

“Daddy?” she said, wiping her eyes. “What should I do?” 

Sonic felt a pang of sadness stab his heart, but he answered truthfully. “You should do what your heart is telling you to do,” he replied softly. 

“I just kind of figured you might need this room now,” she said, gesturing behind her. “You know, for the baby?”

“Tiny…” Sonic said, turning her around to face him. “Is that what this is about?” He pulled her into a hug. “The baby could never replace you. You’re far too special.  You’ll always be my Tiny - my sidekick, my-“

“By the way, you’re having a boy,” Aurora snuffled into his shoulder. “He’s the spitting image of you.” She looked up at her father and fresh tears poured down her face.

“How did you…?” Sonic asked, baffled.

Aurora managed a small smile. “I’ve been dreaming of him. I thought he was you.” She smiled wider as she remembered the dream about the tiny blue hedgehog tripping over his own feet learning how to walk.

Sonic watched her closely, considering the words he should say. “Tiny, I love you. And this will always be your home, whether you live here or not. And this will always be your room, even if it’s just to stay during the holidays. And you will always be my free babysitter when your mom needs a night on the town.”

Aurora burst out laughing. Wiping her face, she finally made a decision. “Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll stay and help for a little while since Mom’s still sick, and make the transition slowly.”

Sonic swallowed the lump in his throat. “That sounds like a good plan, Tiny.”

[darkness-and-books]

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 1: Rise and Shine

Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader

⚠️: some language

word count: 615

Next->

~also orange italics are Y/N’s thoughts and blue italics are Leonard’s thoughts~

~orange star and moon divider indicates POV change, this same divider is by @cafekitsune~

“WHAT IN SAM HILL DO YOU MEAN” someone a few doors or maybe even decks down screamed. And that is how Y/N woke up. Did anyone really need to be so loud, Y/N thought to herself as she pushed a pillow over her head

“Maybe if I try hard enough I’ll stop hearing whatever bozo feels the need to yell at 5 in the morning” Y/N groaned quietly into her bed. She only had thirty more minutes before her alarm went off, couldn’t the yelling have waited until then?

Leonard’s video communicator pinged at about the same time his alarm went off, whoever it is has lost their goddamn mind he thought as he sauntered over to answer it. “Of course it’s you” Leonard grumbled to himself angrily. “Don’t be so excited to see me” Kirk joked much to jovially given the early hour.

“If it isn’t an emergency then I’m submitting my resignation” Leonard threatened. “No you won’t, you care too much for my safety” Kirk shot back. Damnit, I wish he wasn’t right Leonard sighed, but just waited for Kirk to continue.

“It’s not an emergency, but it is important” Kirk paused before continuing, “We are temporarily, short on rooms” Kirk said, avoiding looking at the screen. “What exactly do you mean? None of this dancing around crap” Leonard urged.

“What I mean is that the power in one of the personnel quarters decks has gone down so until engineering fixes it some of the personnel have to share quarters and you’re one of them” Kirk rushed in one breath and now looked around nervously.

“WHAT IN THE SAM HILL DO YOU MEAN” Leonard screamed at the video communicator. “It’ll only be for a little while” Kirk tried to assure him. “I don’t care, why me?!?” Leonard demanded in irritation. “I really just picked from the top of the duty roster, I’m sorry Bones” Kirk apologised.

Leonard sighed, he couldn’t stay mad at Kirk forever, “Fine, Fine, who do you have me roomed with?” Leonard inquired with one hand on his hip and the other carding through his messy hair.

Kirk hesitated a moment before finally sharing that information, “Well you’ll be rooming with- and please keep in mind that your roommate was just whoever was the next person down on the roster- Y/N” Kirk informed him timidly, while fiddling with said roster.

“That, that sounds like a girl’s name, are you sure?” Leonard questioned suspiciously. “I’m certain, and I can’t really change it because you’re the last person I told and everyone else is already happy with their rooming situations” Kirk stated quickly

“Does Y/N know yet?” Leonard asked as he massaged his temples. “No, I was gonna call her next” Kirk did his best to smile as he said it. “No, don’t bother I’ll tell her” Leonard sighed. the last thing I need is for this is for this corn-fed loon to make it weird for the poor girl.

“You’ll need to be in one room by next Wednesday, we’re making a stop at the next federation planet for more beds next Tuesday. So you can decide how you want to get a second bed into the room for yourselves. You’ll have to let me know which room you’re taking, hers or yours, on this Friday so that I can sort people from deck six into new rooms accordingly” Kirk said as he seemed to have regained some of his confidence. “Kirk out” he signed off without giving Leonard time to argue.

I don’t even know where Y/N’s quarters are, let alone how to tell her that we’re rooming together, Leonard thought as he began getting dressed for the day.

Hope you like, I’ll do the next chapter soon I promise!!!

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Qsmp x Streamer reader (4)

Summary - it's the first day you get to spend in the qsmp 'highly secured islander vacation' truthfully it's just a glorified prison system. The funny thing is you are being treated differently among the inmates. No one knows why as you keep something to yourself because of your lore.

Warnings - Mentions of Beating/torture for information. Angst

There is a chance for this to turn into a love trope of some kind but for now there is focus on fluffy platonic-ness

This series will not be 100% lore accurate, but it will be pretty close to it. If certain people don't log on soon, I may change things around until they do actually log on.

Masterlist

Everyone was online, I was currently stood near philza and Etoiles. They were yelling at each other, the only words being "My bro!" I laughed as Phil moved his mic around his face while yelling to add more pizazz to their silly encounter. Suddenly we were forced to watch another cutscene as the eye man popped up on screen. He began to warn us of the incoming doom as we had one of his people kept away on our island. But right at the end he made one comment about me in particular. "You also have gained a new islander, its unfortunate that they are now stuck with the likes of you sinners" Then the video cut as I heard everyone screaming again.

"What does that mean? Does this eye guy not think y/n is a sinner? I'm so confused!" Foolish screamed. Next we were all teleported to the qsmp hub where the whole island began. While we all waited for the next part of the event to begin, we kind of just ran around the hub chatting. I saw Leo and peptic start beating up foolish, Phil and his eggs just chatted in a corner. However this was also short lived as another cut scene started and everyone was muted. This time the cut scene was Cucurucho as he explained how the islander were now forced to stay at a heavily guarded island vacation. But really it was just a giant prison owned by the federation.

Then we got teleported into a prison before another cutscene began, this time everything about the prison and what we were expected to do was explained.

Finally we were free from all the teleporting and cutscenes as they tried to lead us into the prison. They all showed us our rooms and who our roommates were. I was given a room by myself, this was mainly because I was also given a walk in tank to stretch my tail every now and then. I was on a top floor right above Will and Missa. I checked my character out to see how I looked since they changed my characters outfit to orange, so I looked the same but my outfit was orange like a prison uniform. I could hear the voices of others as they reached out all around me.

I payed extra attention to the others and stayed quiet, taking in everything that was going on. I watched as a guard took foolish from his cell to another room to talk privately. Easily I could tell his job for the federation was giving him special privileges, especially when he came back giggling quietly.

I decided to waste some time by organizing my two little cupboards. In the cupboards I found mainly webs, skulls, and dead bushes. However in the other cupboard I found a little book, next to it was backpack. Opening the book I read the words to myself, clicking the translator for my Spanish viewers. I made sure to give extra time for others to read. I even put some words on screen saying I was not allowed to read it aloud.

It read

Hello again little shark,

I see you were able to escape my grasp yet again, don't you remember the lessons I taught you? You sit amongst the sinners now. Aren't you disgusted by their actions? Well I hope you have fun, I'll allow you this experience cause I know you will come running right back to me. This time you will come with some... much needed information.

For now I will leave you with some well deserved supplies. I wouldn't want my favorite little shark getting hurt by some repulsive sinners.

Can't wait to hear from you

Sincerely Zpvs Tbwjps,

The name had been tampered with as now it was some sort of random code or maybe just random letters that had no meaning. Fr now you would just continue with your day.

I picked up the backpack and hid it in my inventory, they had disabled the domestic mod that hid your armor and backpack from others. Inside the backpack was a bunch of extra food, a couple turtle helmets with respiration on them, and finally a few weapons. "Remember chat, this event will be dropping some lore for me. I ask that you keep anything to do with me from the other chats. Along with not telling me about the others. Basically don't ruin the fun or story for others."

My chat agreed with me and promised their cooperation. With everyone in agreement we were finally allowed to leave the cells. Walking around I stuck with Quackity for a bit as we talked to each other in Spanish.

" ¿Para qué estás aquí pendejo?" I asked walking up to him

What are you here for, asshole?

"¡Ey! ¿Muy grosero?" He yelled back at me

Hey! Rude much?

"sólo responde la pregunta pato chico" I told him faking annoyance

just answer the question duck boy

He told me the charges they had put on the wanted poster on twitter as we walked to where ever they were leading us. Quackity and I continued our chat in Spanish until we made it to what I assume was the cafeteria. Once we got there the guards told us to take a seat first. So I simply walked over to a table and sat down. Niki and Bagi joining me, we called our table "Mom's and Y/n" just for shits and giggles. With our announced table name, Mouse was quick to join as she wanted to be with her co-parents.

We held a light conversation before they finally told everyone to line up for their meal. But when it was my turn, the guards paused and one came up asking me to follow them. Everyone around me had noticed this and Phil was there first to say something. "Where are you taking y/n?" The guard looked at him and only said. "Sit down and eat"

I followed the guard as we walked for what seemed like ages. Winding in and out of doors and hallways. Once we got to where they wanted to take me. That when I learned why we had to be as far away as possible. As the guard handed me a book and I read it aloud.

We know where you really came from...

You have connections to the small creature...

Until you give up the information we want you will experience only hardships and beatings for your crimes...

The crime of hiding away the information we want and ask for..

You have 10 seconds after reading this to tell me otherwise you will be beaten...

I threw the book back at him. "I have no information, I know nothing, I have no idea what you are even talking about. If this is how it must be then I will take it with pride. With my bloodshed Poseidon will write your fate. So take your risk if you dare." Without a second thought or word the guard began to shoot me over and over again. Seeing as we were in a closed room, and this guard was the only one with a key to the door, I just took it. Around somewhere an admin began to play specific audios, like it was a voice talking to me from my conscious so that my viewers could hear it too.

"You will understand me one day little shark

"You will come to see them the way I do"

"They are all sinners"

"Weaklings fighting for survival in a world they will never understand."

"You are different than them, You live without sin"

"I will protect you from sin just stay with me little shark."

In chat you could see my name saying I was taken down by 1 and then that I had been finished off by the same guard. This showed up 10 more times as the guard had placed me in the same cell where I would respawn automatically. Throughout these few minutes, I saw all of my friends yelling through chat wondering what was going on and why I was getting killed repeatedly in such quick succession. Everyone was getting more and more upset but the funniest one to read was Etoiles.

He was instantly asking where I was so he could save me from the guard who had lost his mind. Then he started calling out the guard for being a coward by attacking a shark out of water.

Once my 'beating' was over they let me go. My Minecraft skin was changed to reflect my beating, I now had a few marks to represent cuts and bruises. I was teleported back to the cafeteria with the rest of the qsmp members. Phil was the first to notice me. "What the hell happened back there y/n?!" I shook my head. This was part of my lore, I wasn't allowed to explain why I was getting killed over and over again. "Ju- Just don't worry about it Phil. Let's eat" Phil tried to get me to talk as I sat down and began eating. Others rushed over to me as well trying to understand why I had been taken away in secrecy and spawn killed.

But once they realized that I wouldn't tell them (more like I couldn't). That's when they finally gave up. However I did notice someone always staying near me from that point on.

After a while they had decided to take us to a new cell block. Here we found is where they keep all the egg babies. I found Sunny first with Phil, "come on sunny let's find Lulu!" Sunny nodded and ran around with me as we were on a mission. She wasn't on the first floor so we ran upstairs where we found Foolish had just found Tallulah.

"Oh my gosh! Lulu! are you okay sweetness! You too sunny are you alright?" We had moved to a more open area as they both placed signs. Tallulah said she was okay and so was sunny, however they both asked if I was okay as they had also seen the chat when I went through my multiple deaths. I just told them that everything was okay and there was nothing to worry about.

"Sunny, I know your dad is not here right now because he unfortunately got caught up in some things outside of this world. So I will take care of you today alright?" She nodded and then I turned my attention to Tallulah. "Now Tallulah I hope you are okay with this and can understand. You still have Phil and Cheyenne to help you but sunny needs someone to pay more attention to her right now. To make sure she doesn't get hurt." Tallulah placed down a sign and told me. 'Don't worry y/n! I understand, I'm glad sunny has you today until her pa comes back!' I smiled and the three of us returned back to the main group.

To be continued...

[piedpiperart]

Marked for Death pt 6

Chapter five

Jason woke up with a jolt, reaching under his pillow for the weapon there before he calmed enough to realize it was just a nightmare. He’d had those nonstop since he’d… died. He could still hear the laughter echoing in his head. 

Brushing away his thoughts, Jason was reminded of his spontaneous roommate and got up to check on him. He pulled on a jacket, making his way to the living room. Jason was pretty sure he had ingredients for pancakes. He was a bit bewildered when he’d seen how barren his kitchen was last night. At least he’d had a couple of boxes of mac and cheese, but even he didn’t know where those came from. Jason sighed, thinking of how disappointed Alfred would be. When was the last time he’d cooked a home cooked meal? When was the last time he had one? Jason thought, then shook his head when the green started to encroach on his vision. He mentally made plans to go grocery shopping after he got the kid situated. 

Peering into the living room, Jason could see the small lump of blankets on the couch but… Jason swallowed, suddenly feeling his stomach drop. There was no signs of breathing, no noise, no rise and fall. A quick glance to the door showed a distinct lack of froggy boots and Jason cursed. 

The kid was gone. 

Luckily, Jason knew where the kid was staying, and it wasn’t far from the safehouse. He cursed himself for not staying up and keeping watch. Jason was glad he’d followed the kid before, otherwise he’d be worried sick. Conan seemed like a smart kid. There was a good chance he knew how to get home easily, but still. Jason worried about the kid walking home alone at night, and berated himself again for how stupid he was to not look out for him. 

By passing the kid’s rudimentary security system, Jason stepped quietly into the dusty restaurant. As far as hidey-holes go, this was a pretty good find for a homeless kid. As long as no one else set their sights on it, Jason grimaced. Creeping up to one of the booths, Jason’s heart gave a pang at the sight of Conan huddled in the corner of the seat, old jacket and a blanket on. 

Part of him calmed at the sight of the kid, sleeping peacefully. His chest moved up and down steadily with each breath, and Jason relaxed. Glancing around, he could see that the kid hardly left. A laptop was open on the table in front of him, along with a handful of notes and various pens. Looking closer, Jason thought some of it looked familiar. 

Softly, Jason tapped the laptop, opening it to ever so familiar case files and reports. This kid… knew Mycroft. Green tinged in Jason’s vision when he connected the dots. Conan was connected to Mycroft and it almost got the kid killed last night. Jason’s fists clenched, and he resisted the urge to punch something. If Mycroft was using kids to do his dirty work, Jason was going to kill him. 

Tim woke up with a jolt and a yelp when he felt someone big hoist him over their shoulder. “Lemme go!” Tim yelled, banging his fists against the leather jacket beneath him. He struggled for a moment, kicking his socked feet until a familiar voice cut through his panic. “You and I need to have a talk about Mycroft, kid,”Jason said, and Tim froze at the sternness in his tone. He knew, Tim panicked, remaining frozen in his arms. Jason knew he was Mycroft, didn’t he?

“Fine, fine, just,”Tim panted, fisting the jacket below him,”Just let me- let me go.”

“No way, squirt. You aren’t running from me again,”Jason scoffed, startling Tim when he started to walk towards the door. “We’re gonna get breakfast at the diner, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about Mycroft.”

Oh, Tim paused. Red Hood didn’t know he was Mycroft yet. Just.. that he knew him. Tim could work with that. He did know himself. “Can I put my shoes on first?” Tim protested, wiggling his feet. He winced as the one with the cut on it shot a bit of pain through his foot, but ignored it. He’d been through worse.

“Nope,”Jason said, popping the ‘p’. He transferred Tim to hang under his arm like a football as he walked out onto the sidewalk. “No shoes means it’s easier for me to catch you if you try to run again,”Jason said, and Tim rolled his eyes. That won’t stop me from trying, he thought wryly.

Not even twenty minutes later, Tim and Jason were sitting in the booth of Patty’s Diner across from each other. Tim glared at Jason, upset at his interrupted nap and the impromptu kidnapping. He was pretty sure Jason was gonna try to send him to some place that cares for kids, and he wanted none of it. Best case scenario, Tim would be able to use Mycroft as leverage.  

“Can I getcha anything?” The server asks, a short haired lady in an apron with Patty’s Diner logo on it. 

“I’ll have a coffee,”Jason says, steam-rolled by Tim a moment later when he nearly vibrates out of his seat. 

“I’ll have a coffee too!” Tim says enthusiastically. Jason sighs, and the server smiles sympathetically at Tim. 

“You sure you’re old enough to be drinking that stuff?” She asks. Her name tag reads Shelly. Tim nods at her, trying to act more cute to get what he wants. 

Jason starts to say something, and Tim would have kicked him if not for his short legs. “If you get coffee then I want it too,”Tim pouts before Jason can say anything. He gives Tim a flat stare, then waves off the server. 

“Alright, your choice,”Jason says, waiting for Tim to be looking elsewhere before he winks to the server. Tim eyes them as Shelly walks away, and crosses his arms on the bench. “You know what you want to eat yet kiddo?”

Tim sighs dramatically but picks up the kids menu, ignoring the cup of crayons on the table. In hindsight, Tim figures he should be acting more like a kid, so he reluctantly picks up a crayon too, scribbling over the cartoon pig eating pancakes. 

“Can you answer some questions for me Conan?” Jason starts, and Tim gives him a withering glare. 

“Will you let me go if I do?” Tim mutters. “We both know you just want to put me in foster care.”

Jason lets out a breath,”Kid, I just want you to be safe and cared for. I don’t think you’re in a very safe place right now, and I can help.”

“Right,”Tim scoffs, keeping his attention on his scribbling. “I will tell you anything you want to know if you leave me alone. Which I know you won’t do,”Tim adds, flicking his eyes up to Jason. 

“You got me there. Conan, you’re a smart kid,”Jason says,”I doubt there’s anything I can make you do that you don’t want to. So I won’t do anything or pu ou anywhere you don’t agree to, okay?”

“...Fine,”Tim grumbles, abandoning his crayon drawing to the side of the table. He’d only used the red crayon so the picture kind of looked like a murder scene, but he decided it didn’t matter. “What do you want to know?”

“How old are you? And how long have you been on the streets?”Jason asked, folding his arms on the table. 

“I dunno,”Conan shrugged,”I’m pretty sure I’m five.”

“You’re pretty sure? You mean you don’t know your age?”Jason asked after a pause. Maybe the kid had been on the streets longer than he’d thought, Jason frowned. His heart ached at the thought of Conan not even having a birthday. Did the kid ever have a family? Jason couldn’t help but wonder. “You look like you’re four.”

He muttered,  “I look four?” Tim repeated, looking at his hands. He furrowed his brows, puzzled.“I thought I was at least five,”He pouts, and before Jason could respond, the server came back with their warm drinks.

“You two know what you want to get?” She asked, and Jason gestured for Tim to go first, who ordered pancakes and eggs with hashbrowns. Jason raised an eyebrow when the kid asked for peanut butter on the side, but didn’t comment. Jason himself ordered biscuits and gravy with eggs and sausage. 

Immediately after Shelly left, Tim reached out to take a drink of his beloved coffee, only to reel back at the sweet chocolatey scent. “Really? Hot chocolate?” Tim snarled, sending a disgusted look to Jason. 

“Sorry kid, you’re a bit too young for coffee,”Jason shrugged. He was holding in his laughter for how offended the kid looked. 

“I’ll trade you,”Tim offered, pushing his cocoa to the taller teen. Jason only smirked. Giving up, Tim sighed defeatedly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the booth. “Guess I won’t tell you anything then.”

“You think the waitress won’t notice a toddler drinking coffee? I’m not about to get yelled at for bad parenting kiddo,”Jason said pointedly. “Now drink your chocolate.”

“You’re not my dad,”Tim grumbled, reaching out to grab the cocoa, if only to warm his hands. He vowed to get revenge on Jason somehow for this.

 “Now, what can you tell me about Mycroft?”Jason prodded. 

“What will you give me if I tell you?” Tim tilted his head. “You’ll never find him without my help and I won’t tell you anything. Not until I get some reassurances from you. And coffee.”

Jason sighed, nodding absently. “Kid, I’m not here to hurt you. If Mycroft is using you to gather information, that’s wrong,”He says, leaning closer. “You shouldn’t have been anywhere near that warehouse last night, kid. You could have been killed.”

“But I didn’t,”Tim scoffs. He takes a sip of his hot chocolate only to grimace. He looks longingly at Jason's cup of coffee. “Switch drinks with me and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine,”Jason said, pushing his cup towards Tim. He felt bad immediately when the kid lit up, only to shoot Jason a pitifully sad look when he saw the empty cup. “Sorry Conan, coffee ain’t for kids.”

Tim sighed a deep sigh. Part of him wished he could just get up and walk out, but he knew Jason would catch him. And he was about to eat some free food, so that kept him in his seat. “Alright, whatever. I was at the warehouse to get something from the guys in black.”

“The bullets?” Jason asked, thinking of the red case. 

“No,” Conan winced. “They usually carry a case on them with poisons in it, that’s the one I was after. Got the wrong case.”

That’s why he was so upset, Jason thought. “Why were you after it in the first place?”

“Mycroft didn’t send me, if that’s what you’re after. I tracked the guys on my laptop to the warehouse and set a trap to get what I needed,”Tim reported succinctly. “I just…miscalculated.”

“Right. Miscalculated,”Jason frowned. “You could’ve been killed.”

Tim didn’t reply, just grumbled as he picked up the red crayon again. “To answer your earlier question, no, I don’t go out gathering info for Mycroft. I do make programs online though, which help track bad guys.”

“And that’s so much better,”Jason rolled his eyes. “Listen, I need to talk to Mycroft. Even if he didn’t mean for you to be in the field, he shouldn’t have involved you at all.”

Sparking an idea, Tim countered”And how else was I supposed to earn money?” It made Jason wince at the implications. “This is much safer, and I can provide for myself. So, I’m perfectly capable of being on my own and I do not need your help.”

“I’m glad you were able to find that, and the restaurant, but kid, that’s not gonna last,”Jason said softly. “What happens when someone finds your hideout? What happens when someone calls CPS on you? You could have been shot last night, what happens then?” Jason asked, and Tim held back the urge to cry. 

“I’m doing the best I can,”Tim whispered. The crayon in his hands had broken. 

“I know you are kid, but it’s not a bad thing to ask for help sometimes,”jason said, and his face was so painfully sincere that Tim had to look away. “I lived on the streets before, so I understand how hard it is. It was hard for me to accept help too. But I’ve got the means to help you kiddo, could you let me?”

“... Fine,”Tim accepted bitterly. He supposed it was nice to have warm food and access to a shower again. Tim didn’t really realize how much of his well-being that he was neglecting this past week. And, if he was going to stay a child longer… He needed some sort of backup, to do things toddlers couldn’t. “If I let you help me, then you have to let me help Red Hood.”

“What? No way,” Jason refuted,”I’m not-”

“I’m Mycroft,” Tim said smugly. “I’ve been helping you, and I’ll keep doing it whether you like it or not. So think of it like we’re partners. I’ll handle the tech and you can handle the physical stuff.”

Jason groaned, head now in his hands. Things were suddenly making a lot of sense, and he didn’t like where the dots were connecting. Conan was obviously smarter than he’d given him credit for, and it was possibly a meta ability for the toddler to be so smart. How had he gotten into this, Jason bemoaned. 

“If you’re Mycroft, how are you getting money?” Jason asked. 

“Hacked it,”Conan shrugged. Figures, Jason frowned. Damn, this would complicate things. Conan seemed to be reading his mind, and he resisted the urge to flip the toddler off. No longer could he find the kid a safe place, he’d have to keep the kid close if he wanted to make absolutely certain he wouldn’t run into danger. 

“Fine,”Jason groaned. “You can stay with me, at least until I have a handle on your abilities. Then we’ll figure out some sort of partnership, but you are not going out at night. Gotham doesn’t need another robin,”Jason grumbled bitterly. 

Tim ignored the pang in his chest at the mention of his alter ego, but brightened at the aspect of being able to partner with Red Hood and get free room and board out of it. “Great!” Tim smiled, then brightened further as the server brought their food. 

Things were quiet over breakfast, both of them hashing out plans in their heads. Jason was momentarily distracted when he watched Conan eat his pancakes with syrup and peanut butter, then pour ketchup on his eggs and hashbrowns. He didn’t say anything, but added a few things to his shopping list later. Part of him was excited to cook for the kid but after seeing his odd tastebuds, he wasn’t sure if he should be dreading it instead. 

Tim on the other hand, was hashing out how much of his skills he should reveal. If he proved his smarts and skills to Jason, he’d be able to continue to work as Mycroft and get in on the Organization. On the other hand, surely Jason would have questions about his skills, and TIm did not want to reveal his previous alias. No, Robin had to stay gone until Tim could get back to normal. Though, Tim wondered if he could play it off as a meta ability. He’d seen people before with enhanced intelligence, so it wouldn’t be a stretch for Jason to draw his own conclusions with a few well-placed hints. 

Simultaneously, Tim both dreaded and was relieved to be moving in with Red Hood. He didn’t want to admit it but living on his own on the streets was kind of lonely. It reminded him of Drake Manor, but with less amenities. But he couldn’t help but dread having to act like a child around Jason. Tim figured as long as he didn’t try to put him in school it would be fine.

Chapter 7

[hicomsstuff]

The Hot dealer (part one)

Summary: I met up with a new dealer Chris because I want weed since my boyfriend broke up with me, I've been heartbroken but as I get to know Chris a few weeks later something happens to us..

Warnings: smut, pet names (good girl, ma ect), sex, blowjob, swearing, p in v

Ever since my boyfriend broke up with me I've been heartbroken ever since but my roommate told me there was a dealer named Chris, so I asked him for weed for the first time a couple weeks ago ever since me and Chris came really close

*Texting*

Me: hey I'm about to run out of weed, got anymore I can buy?

Chris: I'm actually about to run out, how much weed do you have left?

Me: I just ran out

Chris: just?! Bad girl. Drugs are bad for you, or do you just want me to come over to your house hmm?

Me: maybe I do want you to come over or maybe I want the weed and you, either way hurry up and get here.

Chris: fine, I'll be there in an hour

The hour seems really annoyingly long.."do I want Chris or do I want weed?" I say to myself unsure, two hours go by until I hear the front door open "hey y/n I'm here!!" I ran out of my bedroom to the door I ran up to him and gave him a really big hug "I missed you, and why'd you take two hours?.." I say while smelling the weed from his pocket

"I took two hours? hmm never knew.." Chris says acting dumb, I just ignore him "so why did you miss me so much hmm?".." because I just did.. anyways do you want something to eat? I don't have much but you can eat whatever you find because I have to go shopping anyways" I mumble while looking in the fridge for something to eat

"Thank you Munchkin!" Chris says while opening a chocolate bar "hey..what's that chocolate you just ate? Can I have some please!!" I whine to him "ugh fine open your mouth" I do as he says and I eat it "oh that was my roommate what was the package name I need to replace it"

"Uhh your roommate or someone put a note on it saying don't eat" Chris decides to look on the back of the packet for any information "what is it??" I say "OH SHIT"

"what is it?!" I yell at him "it's fucking sex chocolate..why does your roommate have this freaky shit!! it says it works in about 20-40 minutes" Chris says while thinking "HA! I'm getting laid and I get weed"

"Oh my god why didn't you read it!! Whatever there's no time to argue, give me the fucking weed" I say with a panic look on my face..deep down tho he really is hot and I mean like we have had sex before what could possibly be so bad this time right?

"Uh rude but okay..let's go to your room" i follow Chris into my room and he sits down on a chair and I sit on my bed..I was thinking to myself "he looks so hot right now..is it just the chocolates or do I actually think he's hot?"

"Want me to do it for you or your gonna do it yourself?" Chris asks "what do you mean? The weed or??"

"Oh my god yes the fucking weed want me to set it up for you or not?" I nodded my head and passed him the lighter, his eyes are already so red it's so beautiful, I love seeing him setting up the weed he's so focused "alright I'm done here you go" as I inhaled the weed he grabs my jaw and opens my mouth so I release into his mouth

"Fuck it tastes so much better from your mouth" I start to blush "thank you for the weed it means a lot to me" Chris looks at me and smirks "if your so thankful why don't you come over here and prove it to me?" Chris says while spreading his legs, I don't respond I just get on my knees

As I'm on my knees I start to undo his pants and take down his boxers with them "so desperate aren't you?" Chris says chuckling to himself quietly "oh shut up would you." As I take his dick out I spit on his tip

Chris's head falls back "don't stop baby." Chris says in a whiny tone, I say to myself while grunting "shit those chocolates really do work.."

His tip hits the back of my throat "Chris i-" before he lets me finish my sentence he pulls down my sweatpants and underwear.."what are you doing?" I say breathing heavily "if you trust me then let me do what I'm gonna do"

"Uh huh I trust you" I say softly as I'm laying there seconds later I feel his cock in me, I gasp for air "oh my god..Chris" he goes faster then slower, finally he hits the spot I've been waiting all day to feel "mmm" I moan loudly

"You like that huh?" "Don't stop please, Chris" he continues and continues, then he pulls out we both just lay there breathing heavily "I'll get a towel" Chris says. As he comes back with the towel he cleans up and gets me dressed then himself "are you okay?" He asked "yeah I'm okay, can you stay for the night?" "Of course princess, go to sleep"

[forgottenghosty]

Unexpected...

As I wrote at the start of December, I had to say goodbye to my dog Baxter.  It was agreed at the time that it would take time to heal and not likely that my family would be getting another dog for some time. I myself thinking at the very least it was understandable that it would be 3 or more months before we even would think about it, letting the family heal as well as the other pets, Gracie (cat) and Toby (dog).  Gracie and Toby are around the same age of 8 (both adopted) and Baxter was 6 and 2 months (from a breeder and last big Christmas gift from my late grandfather to me.)  My dad and I had started looking into breeders and adoptions and such before Christmas on our own separately just to have an idea of the area around us since we had lived in another state when we got Baxter and we also both agreed when we mentioned this to each other that we were curious and wanted to know things when we felt our family was ready.  No rush, just taking our time while we healed.  A big reason for looking into it for me that I made know is that I didn’t want Toby to be alone too long since he and Baxter were thick as thieves.

Baxter was around 1 when I found Toby abandoned at a movie theater and took him to a vet to be scanned for a chip and none was found. He was taken in by a foster and in the end no owner was found. Though a person did come forward saying their mother had owned him and passed from an overdoes and the roommate hated him. Most likely why Toby looked well taken care of and groomed except for debris from the field around the theater. Thankfully he hadn’t gone near the highway near by.

In the end our family fell in love with Toby while looking for his family, though I would admit I loved him right away. We adopted him and Baxter took too him right away. Toby was original a skittish guy. He was afraid of men and jumpy around plastic bags and yelling. He was completely fine with loud noises like garbage trucks. Over time he has mellowed and is no longer skittish around men and loves my dad and brother as much as my mother and I.  Baxter and Toby would play often and wrestle. Baxter would alert to when they both needed to go to the bathroom and they’d lay in my dad’s lap together. 

Gracie, Toby and Baxter would be calmly lay in the same room with me and nap while fireworks would go off. Only reaction to gunfire, (ppl love doing that for the holidays). This New Years Eve both Gracie and Toby were hiding. Toby wanting to be with someone.  Something I hadn’t seen them do before and made me more aware of how much Baxter was not only a calming presence for my family, but also for the rest of the pets.

Ever so often Toby will just act tired and not eat as much as he used to. He has lost a little weight and does eat more when he sees someone like me eating.  Other days he’s energetic and snarfs his food down. He’s had days at the start where he was looking confused and searching.  I’m pretty certain he’s missing Baxter greatly.

Toby has been taking Baxter’s place as comforter during high times of anxiety or emotions.  Baxter helped me through my sever Anxiety and my emotional moments as my emotional support animal. He’d give the best hugs and the most loving kisses. If he heard me crying he’d come running to start giving kisses and hugs.  If someone even was quietly stressing he’d put his head or paw on their leg or jump into their lap. Toby has been giving kisses and snuggling in our arms taking on his young brothers role.  So getting another dog at some point felt only right so he wouldn’t be alone. He can only do so much with his cat sister. My mother mentioned often how she felt it would be a long time before we would even think about another dog. Both my father and I understood this and were being patient. After hearing about Baxter, a friend couple of my parents mentioned a Doodle Rescue which my mother then started looking at around Christmas and my father as well.  A few days before New Years Eve, my mom say a dod that looked like Baxter on the site and mentioned it too me and showed me. I agreed and looked her up and thought she was adorable. She told my dad about her as well.  Slowly over the few days my mom began to show more interest and my dad and her talked about doing an application for the dog as a trial believing they wouldn’t get picked. A lot of people had mentioned on the post they had entered an application for her and my mom just wanted a feel and idea of how it was done for the future.  What was not expected was within a few hours of applying we got a message saying our application was picked with others for an interview.  We found out that we were 1 of 5 others that was picked to be looked through as potential adopters.  In the end we are now going to meet her and hopefully bring her home.  It’s amazing how quickly it happened and how suddenly as well.  I’ll do another post later about it after, but for now I just wanted to mention it and the journey.  Hopefully it goes well and Toby and her get along and then Gracie and her as well. 

[heather-in-heels]

life lately

- Yesterday was my first Thanksgiving in my own place. I did nothing big. I had a pizza and relaxed throughout the day, thinking about how far I had come since Thanksgiving 2021. That was the year the power was turned off for the entire day because of the high winds and fire risk. My landlord had invited half her family over and my other roommate had left for the mountains. The landlord and her family cleared out to make the dinner at her son’s home and I was left alone in the house. No electricity, no internet, nowhere to go like Starbucks because everywhere was closed for the holiday and I don’t have a car so. I ate the ready-made dinner I had the foresight to purchase the night before, went to sleep at 7 PM, and quietly prayed there wouldn’t be a fire the same day. Everything I did then was gritting my teeth and bearing it in a house which was never my home. I saved then to live alone now: sacrifices in hindsight I’m glad I made. My former roommate who used to live with me is now one of my best friends. We talk a lot about the “mini traumas” of living in that house and how we’re viewing it as time passes. Sometimes I think about how strange it was to leave a grown adult behind in a house during a high wind situation and even stranger that nobody at the house thought to ask about me. Then again, I do find myself thinking about how I wasn’t family. And I was an adult so in theory I could have retreated to a hotel if I wanted. The things you do when you want to save for your future. The memory of my time in that house will always amount as a place where those renting rooms were looked at as human paychecks. 

- I had a telehealth appointment recently which greatly upset me. A nurse practitioner stepped in for my doctor and lectured me about getting my blood work done. He then went on to say I’m a “healthy woman” who needs to get off certain prescriptions with the kind of arrogance which made my blood boil. I tried not to think of it, but when my prescriptions were transferred over to a new pharmacy he tried to withhold some of the refills. Because he now had them under his name, not my doctor’s. This made me very angry. I did not like the idea there was a man who wasn’t my actual doctor and who did not know my medical history attempting to call the shots when it came to my body. After calling the pharmacy, they offered to reach out to my doctor for the refills. I gave them my doctor’s name and number and they told me they would call him. They also told me to call the doctor’s office and preemptively alert them they would be calling. I called my doctor and managed to get him on the phone. He intercepted the request and now all of my prescriptions are under his name again. As they should be! Because I’m not even kidding when I say if that nurse practitioner had attempted to get away with doing this, or was going to try to act as though I was now his patient, I would immediately need a new primary care physician. (Which I don’t want because my doctor is the best.)

- Ummmmm, who is the person who signed up for Bumble Boost and then used it in an attempt to ask out a guy I once went out on a date with, again, someone I thought there could have been a second chance with? Surely not this girl! (It was.) He unmatched without saying anything which was such a gut punch. Like, truly a moment where I felt embarrassed for my own self. A combination of “what was I thinking?!” meets “girl, you are better than this.” And somewhere in there you hear other inner voices going “wait, you spent money on this?!” and “ahh, so now you can at least say you tried to make your life a Hallmark romcom and it didn’t work.” But I guess you never know until you try? Second chances expectations = second time is the charm. Second chances reality = no, actually they’re not interested even though he did swipe first for the match so, what is the truth? (my brain yelling “he’s on a swiping spree and didn’t look specifically at you!” doesn’t help!)

[give-soup-please]

Hi there! Was wondering if you could write some Narrator comforting a reader stuck in a house where 2 of their roommates keep yelling at each other?

Sorry if that's too much. I've just had one heck of a day today and reading your writing is honestly really helping me stay calm and grounded.

Again, sorry if this is too much. I love your writing and I hope you're having a good day

Narrator comforting a reader who has roommates who yell at each other. (platonic or romantic)

(sorry this one took so long)

His eyebrows raise to the ceiling, hearing them start up a familiar argument. He looks at how you grimace, shoulders slumping. Any previous happiness you had been experiencing was knocked out of the way, replaced by shouting.

You look tired. He takes on human form, puts his fingers to his lips to signal you to stay quiet, and beckons you to follow him. At your confused look, he murmurs, “Take a walk with me, reader.”

It’s late at night, but the narrator is excellent at protecting people he cares about. You are completely safe. If hearing a disembodied voice isn’t enough to dissuade a potential threat, then watching him manifest into a human form will terrify them off.

As soon as you can’t hear your roommates anymore, you let out a sigh of relief. Your shoulders straighten a little, and your mind returns to some semblance of calm.

The two of you walk around the neighborhood, taking in the deep purple skies and the light cast by the lampposts.

“It can be very stressful to have a living situation like that. I’m sorry this is happening.” He says. You shrug, having kind of gotten used to it, but wishing you weren’t. 

“I understand housing in your reality is somewhat hard to come by.” He continues. You give him a look. That was the understatement of the century. 

He laughs a little. “Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to phrase it. Work with me, reader- I’m empathizing.” You snicker.

“Even when trapped in a negative situation, there are always escapes to be found. Perhaps if this neighborhood is safe enough, you can walk around when you need the space. Of course, only you can make that determination. Your safety is always the highest priority.”

He gives a light smile. “You’re always welcome to play my game, of course. We- That is to say, Stanley and I- would love your company. Or maybe he doesn’t. I don’t really pay attention.” He loves watching your expression shift as he says different things.

“If this is a chronic problem and there aren’t any easy ways to fix it, I might recommend you invest in some high quality headphones for media, and some decent earplugs for when you aren’t actively listening to something. I understand they make noise canceling kinds. A worthwhile investment, I think.”

He isn’t sure what else to say, really. The two of you walk around your neighborhood, taking in familiar sights. The exercise helps release the tension, at any rate.

The two of you do a few loops around the block, then head back home. You keep an ear out. The shouting has died down for now.

He murmurs quietly in your ear. “This won’t be forever, you know. Irritation and pain like this can seem endless, at times. But I promise this will not be eternal. I hope you can find some comfort in that.”

You head back to your room, anxiety slightly eased.