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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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Fortune Cookies 🥠🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Reader s/o

Gif credits to @miguelo-hara

Just more pure domestic Miguel fluff in your established relationship with him. 😇🤧 No mention of readers gender but he does use the feminine form of precioso at the end. Enjoy 🖤 word count 1.1k

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You let out a little belch after you took a generous swig of your Dr. Pepper, relishing in the biting sweetness it left in your mouth. You pushed away the takeout container of lo mein noodles and orange chicken slightly away from you on the coffee table.

"Oh God...I can't. I'm so freakin full..."

Miguel glances over at you, sitting next to you on the couch with his Mongolian beef and broccoli. He smiles as you pull the hood from your oversized hoodie over your eyes and lean back on the couch with more overstuffed groans.

"I told you to slow down a little." Miguel says, spearing a broccoli head with his fork and popping it into his mouth. "You were hungry, huh?" he says slightly amused, trying to keep his mouth closed as he chews.

"Yeah. Was..." You take a deep breath and sit up and reach for the white plastic grocery bag from the restaurant with bold red letters, looking inside.

"Can't forget about these though." You wave three fortune cookies in your hand, setting one of them in Miguel's lap.

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "You actually read those?" He closes his takeout container as well, setting it on top of yours.

You look at him, "Whaaaat. You don't?"

Miguel shakes his head. "Hell no. You realize they're usually the most generic phrases that some factory just mass prints and produces and ships out to random restaurants all over? I'll bet you mine says some corny shit like 'Live Laugh Love'."

"Sir!" You give him a gentle elbow into his side and he gives a little sputter at you calling him "Sir."

"Must you absolutely shit all over every single little thing in life that I find absolutely the tiniest shred of joy in?"

Miguel chuckles and looks at you smug. "Yes."

You roll your eyes.

"I suppose you like Astrology too, huh?" He smirks.

"You know, for a Libra, you're wayyy too logistical."

Miguel groans.

"Shush, mister. Let me have my stuff and I'll let you have yours."

Miguel shakes his head and turns his attention to the fortune cookie you put in his lap, turning it in his fingers, his large hands dwarfing the small pastry. "I don't really care for sweets that much. If I open mine, you can eat the cookie part."

You nod at his bargain and watch him open the crinkled plastic, a few crumbs spilling into his lap as he cracks the shell, his thumb running over the tiny scroll of paper that's partially folded on the inside.

"😊Your charming smile is attracting everyone around you😊"

The deadpan way he reads it out loud matched with his bored expression makes you cackle, giggling hysterically.

"Very funny..." Miguel balls up the fortune and tosses it at your head. You snicker when it hits you. "The thing's bogus. I told you." He gets up and puts your leftover boxes in the fridge.

"Nuh uh! Wait! We still gotta do mine!"

You sit up and tear the soft plastic from your cookie and split it in half with an easy crack. You pop one half of the wafer in your mouth. Light vanilla, slightly stale, the sharp edges poke the roof of your mouth and you squint one of your eyes a little as you crunch down. You pick up your fortune scroll reading it while you crunch slowly.

"A vivid and creative mind is just one of your many great attributes."

You smile, "why THANK you, cookie! Hah!" You pop the other half in your mouth, triumphant.

Miguel leans against the wall to the entrance of your kitchen, crossing his arms. "Hmph, clearly, they made that with you in mind. Told you those things are phony."

You turn around, leaning your chin on the top of your couch, peering over at him leaning by the kitchen. "You're not gonna cancel fortune cookies just because they were slightly off on yours and they nailed mine?"

Miguel chuckles a little and walks back to you, joining you again on the couch and slinging one of his strong arms around you. "I don't give a damn about what a vanilla wafer has to say about me."

You smile and hold up the third cookie. "Well, that means we can see what this extra one says then, since you don't care."

Miguel sighs but gives you a gentle look as he watches you eagerly unwrap the final cookie and snap it apart.

"Your love life will soon be happy and harmonious."

Miguel smiles. "I don't need a cookie to tell me that. Besides, it already is." He gives your shoulder a squeeze.

"Awhhh, you!" You smile at him and cuddle a little closer, leaning into his shoulder. The warmth from his body in tandem with your satisfied belly creates a cozy feeling you could get used to.

"I'm serious." He says, taking one of your hands in his, his fingers stretching out over the back of your hand then locking in between yours.

"I know..." you say softly, giving his hands a squeeze as though to emphasize your statement. Honestly, he was your best friend. You could never get sick of doing these seemingly mundane things with him. You knew you were both well on your way to build something much more serious together. You glanced at your vacant ring finger, trying to picture a ring he picked out just for you wrapped around it. He seems to be thinking the same thing, the way he gently lifts your hand, still locked under his, studying the pattern of your skin.

Miguel doesn't say anything but just lets out a deep sigh, his heartbeat stirring quietly against your eardrums as you just hold him.

"Can we watch a movie?" You ask him, running your fingertips along the soft dark hair on his arms.

Miguel closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft way you're touching him. "Course we can."

You smile. "I'm picking it this time. I'm sick of all those nature documentaries you like to watch."

Miguel smiles, now drawing circles on your back with his fingers as you lean forward and grab the remote off the coffee table. "You just get upset because the cute little baby deer gets eaten by the wolves."

"That shit is traumatizing!" You chastise him.

"It's nature." He says with a smirk.

"I don't care, I don't wanna see it." You pout.

He presses a kiss into your forehead. "I know, baby. You're so cute. Your pick tonight."

"Thanks baby." You smile and lean back into him as you click through a wide selection of movie titles on Netflix.

"Always for you, preciosa."

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#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o hara fluff #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel ohara fluff #Spotify

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 1 month

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Pt. 2 of modern Wolf Hybrid! Katsuki Bakugou X Bunny Hybrid! Reader

This is part 2 of my last Wolf!Katsuki fic, and while not required to understand this one, I highly recommend giving it a read! This is about you, a bunny person, telling your family that you're dating a Wolf man, Katsuki...except they're extremely against dating between wolf and bunny hybrids. Womp womp.

words: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of Kat and reader doing the horizontal monster mash, angst? I think? I'm not an angst writer, Pretty sure this is hurt comfort

"Ok, I have my water in case my throat gets dry, my tissues in case I cry too much, cookies in case I stress eat...My phone, where's my phone?! I can't call them without my phone!"

"In you're hand, bun."

"Oh...right..."

"You gotta chill out," Katsuki huffed, standing behind you and gently rubbing your temples with his strong, calloused hands. His tail swayed gently behind him, idly moving as he bent down and planted a kiss on your scalp. Why was he being so lovey, might you ask? Because you were about to make the biggest announcement of your life to your family: You, a bunny-person, were dating Katsuki, a Wolf-person.

Was it that big of a deal? Not to you, a young person living in a liberal area, but to your incredibly old fashioned family, it was like announcing you personally orchestrated the plague.

"But what if they disown me or something," you whine, leaning your head back to look up at him with a nervous pout. He frowned down at you, thumbing at the tips of your plush bunny ears as they pressed against your head. "You'll still have me, 's not like you'll be alone."

Katsuki wasn't the best at all of this, seeing as he was a wolf guy that had moved out at sixteen and hardly spoke to his parents yearly, but he loved you, and therefore was trying his best.

You appreciated that, obviously, but his words did little to comfort you...you were just so nervous!

After a moment of looking into your eyes, seeing the anxiety just behind them, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. "They're lucky to have you, if they know what's good they'll stick around."

Did he hate your family and wish they'd all fuck off and stay out of it? Yeah. Would that get in the way of how much he loved you? Hell no. So why would they feel any different, why would they shut you out just because you loved a wolf man?

With a heavy sigh, you sat up straight, positioning your phone on the coffee table in front of you so you had a nice, clear angle. "Ok. I'm gonna do it. I'm calling them...get out of the shot, please," you asked of him, to which he begrudgingly obliged with a pout. He plopped down next to you, nearly putting his arm around you out of instinct, before remembering the whole point was to not be seen.

You hesitantly leaned forward, pressing the call button and watching the Video Call register, the music filling your stomach with anxiety. "Relax," he mumbled, taking your hand off camera and holding it.

After a couple rings, your parents picked up, big smiles on their faces. "Hey carrot cake!" Your dad said, using a nickname you've had since you were six, when you ate so much carrot cake you spent the night throwing up.

"How's my favorite firstborn doing in the big, loud, far away, dangerous, city," your mom asked, a twinge of worry in her wide smile. She always liked to bring up how dangerous St. Lupus was, a city densely populated by wolves. "Great! Everything's great," you responded, squeezing Katsuki's hand a little tighter.

"You know, I was talking to Barbra the other day, and I think you and her son would just adore each other," your mom gushed, your phone pinging with a picture sent from her. "Isn't he handsome? Take a look," she prodded.

Katsuki growled a little, a low rumbling coming from him as he scowled, ears flat against his head. You reached over a little and put your hand on his chest, calming him and reminding him why you were here. "A-actually, speaking of that, I've found someone else," you started, pressing your lips together and watching for a reaction.

"Oh! That's wonderful dear! What's his name? Is he from Hoppsfoot? Bunny burrow? Oh, don't tell me he's from Cottonridge."

"Uh, he's definitely not from Cottonridge," you assured, your mother sighing with relief. "Well, tell us about him," your father pressured, smiling gently at you.

"H-he's from St. Lupus..." you stuttered out, squeezing Katsuki's hand a little tighter. You thought they'd connect the dots from there, but...

"I've never heard of a bunny being raised in St. Lupus, not without being turned into Sunday dinner," your dad joked, nudging your mom with a laugh.

Who does this guy think he is, assuming wolves still ate bunnies? What a close minded asshole. Katsuki looked to you, wanting to exchange glances of exasperation, but saw just how scared you were.

You looked like you were on the brink of bursting into tears. His heart ached for you, he just wanted you to feel ok. He leaned forward, just enough to be closer without being in frame, and brought your hand to his scalp. Scratching his ears always made you feel better.

You glanced over for a second, a sweet but rather fake smile on your face, and began to idly scratch around the base of his ears. He quietly groaned into your touch, allowing himself to be a little more open about how good you made him feel so you knew he loved you.

"The thing is, well, uh..." You looked into your parents eyes through the screen, their kind, caring eyes, and then to Katsuki's passionate, loving ones. Fuck.

"I can't," you whispered, frozen in fear, eyes pleading with Katsuki to have sympathy. You wanted to, you just...couldn't break their hearts.

"What's that," your mother asked, getting closer to the camera. Katsuki knew what he had to do, he wanted to help. He grabbed your phone, turning it to himself, your hand still on his head, and stated, "I'm (y/n)'s boyfriend," firmly.

Your parents gasped in unison, jaws dropped. "This can't be!" "Tell me he's lying!"

"It's true," you said, your voice wavering but your tone firm.

Katsuki handed you the phone back, and you held it closer to your face.

"We raised you better than this," your mother shouted.

"He loves me," you mumbled back, tears dripping over your cheeks.

"He wants to use you," she scoffed, venom in her tone.

"Wolves don't eat bunnies anymore," you argued.

"So? That doesn't mean he won't use you for other things," she sniffed.

"Mom!" Tears were pouring down your face, you were definitely worked up. Katsuki brought his arm around your shoulder, holding you a little closer to comfort you. For once, Katsuki kept his mouth shut. You had this. You didn't need his help.

"I can't bear to watch him touch you, I can't imagine what you let him do when we aren't watching!"

"What we do is none of your business," you yelled, your voice shrill from the emotions raging.

"Don't come home until you've rid yourself of that...that...heathen!"

"Fine," you shouted back, not even thinking.

"Fine," she responded, equally as loud. You could hear your dad say "honey," to your mom just before she hung up.

You sat there in silence for a moment, Katsuki's arm around you, staring at your now black phone screen.

"You...Okay," Katsuki asked hesitantly, his voice riddled with worry.

You broke.

You started bawling, Tears gushing from your eyes as you leaned into Katsuki's chest, wailing and lamenting the possible loss of your relationship with, at the very least, your mother. Katsuki leaned back against the armrest of the couch, pulling you with him as you both lay down. He rubbed your back in broad strokes, up and down, his other hand behind his head for support.

"I can't go back," you whimpered between broken sobs, arms brought to be around his sides.

You don't need to. Why go back when I'm right here? Who would want to go back to assholes like them, anyway? All of these thoughts were racing through his head, yet none of them could be voiced, one were what he wanted to think. You didn't need that.

"I know, bun."

That was all he said, planting soft kisses along your hairline and smoothing your ears against your head over and over again, petting you to calm you down.

Your howling died down into sobbing, the sobbing into crying, and the crying into whimpering. After just 10 minutes, you were silent, and after careful examination, Katsuki realized you were dead asleep.

Gently so as not to wake you, he lifted you up as he stood, carrying you to his bedroom and laying you down. He got in with you, pulling up the covers and leaving little kisses on your wet cheek as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

He could hear your phone buzzing with text after text after text, phone calls with different ringtones (ergo different people), the dinging of notifications on social media.

He'd have to get up earlier than you so he could delete all the hateful texts and voicemails, but that'd be tomorrow him's problem. Right now, all that mattered was you.

His beautiful bunny.

Me? write A metaphor for the homophobia/racism/general bigotry that still exists today? noooooo, couldn't be. I hope you liked this comfy, angsty(?) little fanfic, please leave a comment with your thoughts!

#fanfic #fan fiction #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader

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silvermizuki · 9 months

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So the past week I’ve been workin on a big project and it’s finally done! Mostly

It’s @xitsensunmoon’s beloved bhtf moons cloak and hooooo boy making this was fun but also challenging. First real sewing project I’ve done and it all started with just a convo of “Huh. That looks pretty cozy.. wait.”

I’m going to a Ren faire in October so I’ll see if I can take some better pictures when I wear it then :)c

Imma put a couple progress pictures and some rambling below <3

So funny thing, I had no idea what I was doing while I was making this. I had PLANNED on following a physical pattern, but then I saw it was $20 in the store and was like 💀 hell no.

Ended up trying to follow some videos and did not pay attention to them saying I needed a fabric that’s 60” in width but I’d already bought something that was 43” so I’m sitting there thinkin “guess I’m improvising.”

Blooper on this picture; I accidentally painted the stars on the same side for those two pieces so I ended up needing to repaint one of them lmaO.

I love how the metallic gold turned out!! I was kinda nervous but it shows up so nice and reflects in the light well so I’m happy hehe

Same with the red paint!! Happy with how well it shows up against the black. The bottle kept exploding when I opened it but thankfully the cloak did not get caught in the cross fire, it was just my hands that ended up red and sparkly ✨ idk why but the paint had glitter in it.

Faux fur is so messy btw there’s sooooo much fluff everywhere but it was worth the mess because look at how cozy and warm it looks wahhhh. I sewed one side with a machine but then hand stitched the other to secure it in place.

Gonna touch up a couple things later like hemming the bottom a bit to prevent future fraying and then either adding magnets so it can easily attach to my shoulders orrrr a clasp that looks like two crescent moons. Or both. Both is good.

If you’ve made it this far I’m giving you some cookies of your favorite flavor 🍪

#bhtf #bhtf moon #fnaf #sewing #does a jig #bhtf au fanart #hush silv #long post

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lovingonryles · 5 months

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winter wonderland

wanted to pump out a little gift for y'all before christmas 🫡 also i DESPERATELY needed to write for my girl gwen ugh love her 🫶🏻 (i’m legally married to her in case you’re wondering)

pairing: gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: headcanons for being gwen's girlfriend during winter <3

warnings: established relationship, cursing, implied girly/femme reader, reader is shorter than gwen, tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 687, should take about five and a half minutes to read

listen to: winter wonderland by beabadoobe

i don’t imagine gwen being a cold weather girl

she would much rather prefer walking in the park with you over trudging through piles upon piles of snow

she definitely has soft hands (calloused from her drumsticks, but soft), so she hates winter because her hands get all dry and cracked

her cuticles also get really bad, girl’s hands look like this:

but no need to worry, because her pretty girlfriend’s to the rescue!!

every day you SLATHER this girl’s hands in lotion and pluck her cuticles

you also paint her nails in her current favorite color and she does yours <3

even with hating winter, she has so many poofy jackets

they surprisingly look so good on her

whenever you see her in one, you always HAVE to go and give her a big bear hug because what else are you supposed to do?? she looks like a fucking marshmallow!!

when you say you’re cold, she always insists on giving you her jacket. of course you protest every time, but it never works

she of course wants her girl to be warm, but she always wants to see how dumb you look in the jacket (girl’s 5’8 and has muscles [you can’t convince me otherwise], of course you’re gonna look like an idiot in it)

she’ll take a picture and post it on her story and you’ll be like “ gwen noooo :((” and she’s all “oh, I’m sorry. can’t help that you’re smaller than me” 😭🫶🏻

sometimes you convince her to go out in the snow with you

it takes a while, but once she’s out there, she won’t go back inside

she is absolutely a BEAST at snowball fights

you’ll be hiding behind a tree holding your snowball, and she’ll come out of nowhere and hit you right in the face

you have to yell at her to stop at some point because it’s just snowball after snowball and you’re starting to get cold

you guys also make snowmen, i don’t make the rules

hers always look kind of demented tho

shit’s looking like this:

“gwen, what the fuck is that 😭”

“that’s harold. what do you have against him?”

“he looks like he got thrown in a blender…”

“your face looks like it got thrown in a blender.”

“you’re so rude!! ☹️ you know what, at least mine looks better.”

christmas is the absolute best with her

you guys would have a tradition of giving each other the most ass gifts ever, like cat socks or shrek earrings

one year she legit gives you coal

the next you get her an empty pringles can, you get the process

sometimes she actually turns up and gets you something good that reminded her of you

one year she literally gave you this amazing dress

satin in your favorite color that came down to your knees with lace on the edges

“where’d you get the money for this?!”

“i have my ways.”

“i swear to god, if you spent all your money on this…” (she did)

needless to say, it’s your new favorite dress

she also loves baking with you, even though she‘s ass at it

you’re trying to make snowflake cookies and they end up looking like a fucking whale

also the dough’s super inconsistent because she poured almost the whole bag of flour in 😭

poor girl cannot follow instructions for the life of her (I don’t believe in consistency LMAOLMAO)

the cookies are so bad you almost gag trying to eat them but at least you spent quality time with your girlfriend!!

if there’s one thing she does know how to make tho, it’s hot chocolate

she has a killer recipe, but she refuses to give it to you

says it’s a family recipe that can absolutely NOT be shared

after a day of her kicking your ass with the snowballs, her hot chocolate’s the best thing to perk you up

your cold hands will graze each other’s as she hands you your mug <3

you’ll cuddle while the snow falls outside, her arm gently around your waist, tons of blankets over you two

#spotify #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy x you #spider-verse #spider-man: into the spider-verse #itsv #spider-man: across the spider-verse #atsv #reader insert #fluff #tooth-rotting fluff

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Wasted 5

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

You limp along the pavement, your platform dragging slightly with each step. You swallow a grumble as you try to ignore the persistent pang deep in your pelvis. It's easy to distract yourself as your bubbly companion continues her rambling.

You're still in disbelief. You really can't figure out how you woke up in a heap of trash. You've made bad decisions before, but you're not that desperate.

"You okay?" She calls to you as she stops and you keep walking.

You turn back as she opens the door of a storefront, the bell jingling loud enough to make your head throb. You assure her that you're fine as you follow her inside, welcomed warmly by the lowlights.

"Hot chocolate?" You confirm with her as you squint at the menu.

"Oh, sure, and whatever cookies they have," she trills.

"Right, well why don't you find a–" you begin as you flip open your purse and shove your hand inside. Your phone is gone and your wallet too. There's no more than your lip gloss and some old receipt. "Ah, fuck."

"What?" She bats her lashes fearfully.

"I got fucking robbed."

"Oh, it's okay, I can pay–"

"Thanks but… that's not gonna solve the issue," you mutter, "they took my phone."

"Ah, oh," she frowns, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine," you wave her off as she pouts, her fawning eyes making your chest give an unusual twang, "look, I'll figure it out."

"Excuse me," the worker behind the counter chimes, "how can I help you today?"

"Oh, uh," you step up, all too aware of how she eyes you up and down. You know you look like the trash you woke up in. "Sorry, I'll have the largest coffee you got with a shot of espresso."

"Great," they key in the first item.

"Er, can I get a small hot chocolate and a half dozen of the smores cookies?" The other girls asks as she searches her pockets, "can I get whip cream on my hot chocolate too? Please and thanks."

"Sure thing," the barista chirps and reads out the total.

You feel a sear of guilt and somethinf you won't acknowledge as the girl pays for you. You sigh as the employee assures you she'll come to you. You turn and trail after your new companion to a table in the corner. You flop onto the plushy chair and brace your head.

"So…" she squirms as she sits on a beanbag, sinking a bit too deep, "you got the summer off?"

"Summer off?" She asks.

"Uh, no, I'm a bit past those years," you shrug, "flattering of you to assume."

You lean your head back and exhale. You remember a vague silhouette. Something fucky is going on. You can barely even picture arriving at the club. The whole night is just wiped from ypur mind. Still, you know what happened. You feel it deep in your guts.

You shift and try to ignore the tenderness as your thighs brush together. You rub your eye and lean your chin in your hand. You watch the girl as she watches you.

"Well, your friends, they okay?"

"Um, yeah, they're fine. Amanda ditched us. Again. And Kam is mad at her. Again," she giggles, "they're so dramatic."

"Mhmm," you chew your lip as you think, "this guy that tried to drug you, you remember what he looks like?"

"Huh," she taps her finger to think, pausing to thank the barista as they come with your order and lay it out on the table, "the lights were flashing a lot but… tall. Uh, sandy blonde– no, brown hair… you know that shade where you're not quite sure. And his eyes were super blue. You know, he's cute enough he doesn't need to be doing that–"

"Yeah, well men do a lot of things they shouldn't," you scoff, "if you saw him again, do you think you'd recognise him?"

"Maybe," she shrugs and takes her cup, swiping her tongue through the mound of whip cream.

"If I need you to, can you?" You ask more urgently.

She blinks and her expression turns dire, "did… did something happen to you?"

"Look, I didn't just lay down with a garbage bag as a pillow. I didn't drink that much last night. Not enough to black out."

"Oh," she gulps audibly and her eyes sparkle, "oh, I'm so sorry. I… should we call the police?"

"Pfft, they won't do shit," you roll your eyes, "they never do. Not even when my ex climbed through my window– doesn't matter," you stop yourself, her rambling must be contagious, "what matters is I'm gonna find the fucker and get his ass back."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna drug him and leave him in the trash."

"Wait, er, what, you can't–"

"Why not? I have every right to fuck him right back."

She looks around as your voice gets louder. You ignore the looks from other diners and you lean forward, lowering your voice.

"You don't have to, alright? I can find the jerk on my own–"

"No, I'll help," she insists, "you can't go back alone."

"I don't want to make you–"

"No, no, I want to. Just thinking… if he did it to you, he'd do it to someone else. He almost did it to me," a tear wobbles out and she tamps her cheeks with a knuckle, "sorry, I… I just… you don't deserve that."

"Shit happens," you try to sound steady but your voice wobbles just a little. This isn't the place to let it in. "Hey, don't get upset, okay? I'm alive. Just…" you search around and reach for the tray of cookies, "have a cookie, they look delicious."

She sniffles and nods, taking the cookie from you and biting into it with a hiccup. You watch her chew and swallow. She gives a tight-lipped smile, "they are delicious," her face crumples again and she falls back into sobs, "I'm sorry."

"Shhh, hey, hey, it's fine. Look at me," you snap your fingers at her, "it's fine. You and me, were gonna get him back, right?"

She nods and takes another bite. You smirk and grab a cookie of your own.

"Alright, so we just need to come up with a plan."

#the club #wasted #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #drabble #series #au

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blue2black · 4 months

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I’m obsessed ngl.

Here’s some more COD incorrect quotes based on the game of Class Of 09. Both of them:

(Also, Cheshire is my COD OC, she only appears once.)

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Gaz: You’re a whore.

Graves: Excuse me? I have a girlfriend and a purity ring!

Gaz: For real? How do I get one?

Graves: Little late for you.

Gaz: No, it’s never too late to have your girlfriend fuck every person but you.

Graves: Ugh, I don’t need to take this! I’m on the honor roll, something you’ll never do.

Gaz: Bitch, why don’t you shut the fuck up before I slit your throat and watch the honor roll out?

Graves: Are you threatening me?? 😡

Gaz: No, I’m hitting on you, flash me a titty bitch. 🙄

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Soap: Fuck that shit! Do you even know how I got involved with this bitch?!

Shepherd: Language.

Soap: Do you even know how I got involved with this hoe?!

Shepherd: Slightly better.

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Laswell: Actually, I may or may not have been covered in baby oil…

Gaz: Ugh…well, I guess racism wins.

*silence*

Ghost: Can we see the pictures?

Laswell: Get out.

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Graves: I’m getting real tired of you picking on me! It won’t be so fun when the shoes on the other foot!

Rudy: Are you threatening me? Are you threatening me in SKETCHERS?

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Shepherd: Is there something between the two of you that you may not realize?

Farah: What does any of that even mean?

Valaria: He’s asking if we’re lesbians.

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Shepherd: You’re excused, cap’n. But work on that foul language.

Price, under his breath while walking away: Work on getting a fucking therapist, holy shit.

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How Ghost’s father could’ve died:

Ghost: And get this!

Ghost: His suicide note was stuck to the fridge with a Cookie Monster magnet.

Ghost: All he wrote on it: SIMON’S FAULT.

Ghost: I’m Simon by the way, hi!—WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM?!

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Graves, walking away: I hate talking, talking’s for gay people…

Gaz: What a theory.

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Laswell, furiously knocking on Price’s door: Come on, come oon…trying not to get blamed for a hate crime…!

Price, opens the door: I’m watching football, this better be really fucking good.

Laswell: It’s actually really bad!

Price: Oh, well see you later.

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Gaz: Dude, we'll look the other way on your minor fetish and get you a pizza, okay?

Cheshire: Does he have a major fetish?

Gaz, looking at Cheshire: No, his major fetish is a minor fetish.

Cheshire: So, what's the fetish?

Gaz: I told you, a minor fetish.

Cheshire: I know it's a minor fetish, what's the fetish for?

Gaz: Minors.

Cheshire: Like, guys that dig coal?

Gaz: Not those minors.

Cheshire: So, shitty baseball players?

Gaz: What? No!

Cheshire: Then what's the fetish??

Gaz: ...

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Soap's mom: Excuses, excuses!

Soap: Weren't you supposed to be happy or something?

Soap's mom: Ugh...I'm gonna go up to my room and read up how to fold the pastrami.

Soap's mom, walking away: You better find a way OUT of those remedial classes!

Soap: You better find a real fuckin' job, bitch.

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Shepherd: What's your T-cell count?

Gaz: Uh.

Alex: I-I don't get it; we don't take shop.

Shepherd: You don't take shop...?

Alex: Yeah, they use T-cells in shop class, what's that have to do with AIDS?

Gaz: That's a T-square, Alex--FUCK!

Alex: What? No--if you knew why'd you look at me??

Gaz: I didn't know how much we were supposed to say!

Alex: How the fuck would I know?!

Gaz: YOU SAID WE HAD AIDS!

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Soap's mom, walking in: Ugh, today was hard but still rewarding.

Soap: What was?

Soap's mom: My day working at the Deli?

Soap: Oh...I wasn't asking, but alright.

Soap's mom: You don't wanna hear what happened?

Soap: I think I'm good.

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Valeria: There's something I've been wanting to say lately.

Alejandro: Oh, what's that?

Valeria: The n-word.

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Valeria: For a week it’d be kinda fun. You wanna be sexed up abusive lesbians?

Farah: Fuck no.

Valeria: Why not?

Farah: ‘Cause you’d be doing all the abusing.

Valeria: Oh like what? 😒

Farah: Just weird shit. You’d like…put a cigarette out on my neck and lick the burn mark.

Valeria: …so, you wanna try it?

Farah: No!

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Norris, walking away: Let’s see how the General deals with your abundance of comebacks.

Ghost: Soap, we’re not even a week in and you’re getting sent to the General’s office.

Soap: New record, don’t be jealous.

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Gaz: For real, I don’t like how he talks to you, Simon. You’re actually like, really cool and smart and you should be treated as such.

Ghost, flushing: Wow, that’s uh…

Gaz: What’s wrong?

Ghost: People tell me that all the time and I just say “I know”. But now that you are saying it, I forgot how to take an actual compliment.

Gaz: We’re friends, don’t worry about it.

…

Ghost: Are you trying to have sex with me?

Gaz: Not really.

Ghost: Yeah, I have no idea how to process this.

Gaz: Does the General ever compliment you?

Ghost: No. 🙄

Gaz: ‘Cause he can’t appreciate what he has..and seriously, like, seriously, Ghost…

Gaz: If I ever see him talk to you like that again I will rip his beating heart out and hand it to you on a silver platter.

Ghost: 😳…a-and you don’t wanna have sex with me?

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bedsyandco · 9 months

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Wills tells him to go grab a twenty from his wallet for pizza

But he sees the border of the Polaroid he probably thinks it’s gonna be a cute couple pic of them and pulls it out, but he sees princess with wills 🥛 all over her face and him with his thumb brushing her lips and stares at it for a long time, probably getting a bit hard, until the doorbell rings again, and he’s like oh shit, and goes and gets the pizza.

🫣🤭

"Ry, go grab a twenty from my wallet, please. It's on the kitchen counter. The guy is gonna be here any minute," Will says, checking his phone.

Ryan walks to the kitchen and opens Will's wallet, grabbing the money when a little white corner catches his attention.

Thinking it's gonna be a mooshy couple picture he can give Will shit for later he pulls it out and his hand trembles a little when he sees the photo.

Oh my God.

Is all Ryan can think when he stares at it.

...and stares at it.

His mouth runs dry, and he swallows roughly.

He runs a hand over his face and squints at the polaroid again to make sure his mind isn't playing tricks on him.

Oh my God.

He feels his cheeks heat up and licks his dry lips, shifting from one foot to the other.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Ryan jumps like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, quickly putting the picture back and shuffling to the door to get the pizza.

When he gets back to the living room where Gabe and Will are sitting, he puts the box on the table and takes a seat next to Will, trying not to look at him.

"What's with the red cheeks, Lenny?" Gabe asks amused.

"Steam from the pizza box went into my face." Ryan lies poorly, thankful that Will is too busy looking for something to watch, to really pay attention.

#🌶#❥ — ꒰ emerson + will ꒱

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drgarrisonandpaul · 8 months

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The Sternritter Kitchen

The thing that has been in my brain for a while

Quilge - He doesn't like bringing drinks to his room because he has a paranoid fear of spilling, so you can see him hanging out for like 2 hours in the morning while he drinks his coffee. Probably sitting cross-legged at the table

Askin - He also sits around while he drinks his coffee, except the coffee is an excuse to sit around and listen to all the gossip and drama. Also he has, like, 2 cups a day, one in morning and the other in the afternoon. If you catch him cooking anything, stick around, it's gonna be bougie and its gonna have some kind of cheese sauce

Mask - He pops in to make himself a sandwich then fucks back off to his personal gym (or the Sternritter theater) to watch movies and hang out with James. The big boy does interact with the other Sternritters, and he does appreciate their company, but James is his number 1 priority. ...unless there's a fight going on, then he's gonna stay and watch

Nanana - This man savors his food and refuses to take it into his room, so he will very much be sitting around relaxing during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sure, he's into the gossip, but he moreso loves the SMELL of the kitchen. Especially when Askin is cooking

Uryu - ... there's a kitchen?

Giselle - As previously mentioned, she likes to sit in the kitchen and threaten people with her Funko Pops, however she will also pretend that the Funko Pops are the ones cooking if she decides to make anything and will, in fact, blame them if it doesn't come out great. She's a surprisingly good baker and likes making grape-flavored things

Meninas - Why would she waste her time with the kitchen when she can be off petting the Sternritter cats or dunking on people in CoD?

Candice - Can be found scowling while making herself protein shakes at various times throughout the day while trying to be healthy and can be found eating Giselle's baked goods at night because they're too good to pass up

Liltotto - Leans on the wall in the hall just outside of the kitchen to catch the gossip as it leaves. If Askin is cooking, he'll sometimes just kinda- hold the spoon in the air beside himself and wait for her mouth to come stretchin in to taste what he's making, at which point you'll hear, from just outside the kitchen "tastes nice. needs more pepper-"

Gremmy - Banned from the kitchen because he tried being "creative" and made mustard gas

Äs Nödt - Slips out of his room solely for Askin's cooking (or sometimes to steal sandwich ingredients from Mask) like a little mouse, then promptly goes back to his room

Jugram - Though it was his money that decorated and remodeled the kitchen in the first place, he is banned from it because he "ruins the vibe" as Quilge and Bazz-B put it

Ryūken - ... there's a kitchen? Pt. 2

Bazz-B - He makes Oatmeal Raisin cookies and they are the only good Oatmeal Raisin cookies in the world. Other than that? He's probably eating someone else's leftovers, especially if he knows that they were looking forward to said leftovers

Bambietta - Is the reason that the kitchen had to be remodeled. Isn't banned because she's the one who cooks when Askin doesn't feel like it. If something she's making has chicken in it? You BEST BELIEVE it's gonna be bangin. And Mask and James are first in line at her BBQs

Yhwach - Banned from the kitchen for ruining the vibe. Before he was banned, he hyped everyone up for his "famous lasagna recipe" and it was the worst lasagna the kitchen has ever seen. Being forced to eat it just to make him happy was an unpleasant experience and the whole ordeal is probably the REAL reason he was banned

Robert Accutrone - He is the reason there is a whole cabinet JUST for cereal. Rob is a cereal fiend, if he can get his hands on it, it's gone. Especially if it's somethin fruity like Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, etc.

BG9 - Doesn't eat. Doesn't need to be in the kitchen. Visits once every few days to listen in on the new drama. There is a picture somewhere in the kitchen of him making breakfast for everyone with a whisk taped to one of his wrists for "maximum efficiency" (he makes amazing omelets)

Cang Du - He doesn't care who's cooking, it's all the same to him, he's gonna swoop in to steal a plate and then go back to the definitely serious business he was doing no matter what it is, who made it, or what time of day it is. The only time he didn't steal a plate of something was during the "Yhwach's Lasagna" fiasco and everyone has been accusing him of being a double-agent ever since because HOW DID HE KNOW?! (because he could smell its failure from a mile away)

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livinlikebailey · 29 days

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Marauders as things my friend group has said

“Sometimes I forget how many dead people there are.” - Sirius @ Regulus during a family history lesson.

“ I’m gonna bite your toes while you’re sleeping,,, nibble, nibble, nibble” - a drunk Barty @ Evan who is ignoring him.

James: Drops phone on his face. James: claps friends theme song. James: picks phone back up like nothing happened.

“I’m a bi guy, a simple bi guy and I am 99% Lilly Evans and 1% Regulus Black.” - James Potter

“ Why do all the cute ones gotta be Deatheaters?” - Rita @ Bellatrix

“Iron chickens do not have iron testicals” - a very drunk Sirius @ an unfortunately sober Remus.

“I have decided that i am a snack it just no one is hungry” - Peter

Marlene: Climbs on train track bridge Dorcas: “Oh you are so fucking dumb, I look away for 2 seconds”

“No bite, no smile!” - Remus @ James who is trying to take a picture of him too close to the full moon.

“If i was there i’d slap her i don't care if she's 9” - Mary to lily after hearing about the shit her sister was doing to her. “James, I am a pussy.” - Peter to James about the forbidden forest.

“I would be James’ sugar bab- AHH!” - Lily about James to Mary.

“I have to go through all my saves and delete the videos of him because he turned out to be a pedophile… Hey! I had a chance with him” - Remus probably at some point.

“Was that CORPSE? Woop!” - Drunk Remus at a party.

Remus: “ughhhh” Sirius: “what?” Remus: “I hurt and I'm dying.” Sirius: “don't die, that's for kids”

Barty : sits up really quick "guys I just swallowed the nail, it's in my throat." Barty: proceeds to cough up the nail

Pandora: shows Regulus a picture she drew "this is cute" Regulus: "you're cute. wait that didn't go how I wanted it to.”

Barty: “RACCOON WORLDS DOMINATION”

Sirius: “Do I look like a freaking rat?” Regulus: ….. Sirius: “Don't answer that”

Effie: hears a song playing from james’ room “I used to listen to this song in grade school.” James: “Oh so it's really old then.”

Remus: "sips coffee stressfully"

Barty: "seductively eats toes"

Evan: "for your next random gift I'll get you a screwdriver Barty: "thanks I'm gonna kill myself with it"

Marlene: whining "mom James got me addicted to cocaine" wait I mean Crack cookies" - Marlene @ Effie

Nymphadora: tries to lick cat. Andromeda: "don't lick the kitty." Dora: proceeds to lick cat.

Barty: "school sh**tings" gives thumbs up

Sirius: shows Remus their high heels Remus: "okay whore" smacks hand over mouth "wait i- that wasn't supposed to come out" Sirius: laughs their ass off

James: yells across the store to mom “mom!" Random person at the checkout: looks at James "I am not mom."

“Effie’s a Milf” - Marlene

“I don't have nothing, other than a few std's” -Remus

“You can eat half a mermaid before you're a cannibal” - Pandora to Regulus

“Probably shouldn't be doing it but we’re definitely going to continue anyway” - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter in sync.

very confused Peter: “leprechauns don't play quidditch.”

Marlene: “like weewoo but not weewoo” exasperated and high off her ass

Sirius: “I like aids”

phone falls off bed Marlene in an Australian accent: "crikey my phone"

“I’m hooked up to so many wires i could connect to hbo on my heart monitor” - Lily on pain killers to James

"I don't think I can lick that, can I?" -Sirius playing goat simulator

watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs and it's at the part where the mayor destroys the machine and James says " I hope you see the error of your ways, you glutton!”

(talking about Cameron Monaghan) the murder child from my chemical romance - Sirius

"Fuckin’ Sirius"- Remus while asleep

Sirius "I've got middle fingers and i'm not afraid to use them" Regulus: "do it" Sirius "I’m a little afraid to use them"

Peter while asleep: groans and sits up fast James: "you okay?" Peter "not really." James: "What's wrong?" Peter: "I'm gonna have to use the loo to solve the thing."

Sirius: "So were you born in 2006, 2007?" Narcissa: "i was born in 2004" Regulus: "i don't mean this in a mean way but wow you are old"

Sirius: "I WANNA HOLD YOU" Remus "NO, LET ME MAKE COFFEE THEN YOU CAN"

Barty: "I'm gonna do a line off your dresser"

Barty: "i have a headache" pauses "and i have 2 more lines to do"

Mary: "I don't have to do acid I have the that back massager that messes with my balance receptor"

Barty: suddenly sits up Regulus: “are you okay” Barty: “i don't know, i'm just gonna go to sleep and try to see what's going on”

Barty: "Why not use a shotgun, it's easier, this is america." (was not in america)

"stop licking the oreos" - Reg @ Barty

"Do i really have to tell you not to mate with the cat"- McGonagall @ the marauders

Remus: “I can feel the brain damage,, and i've got another line”

“MY TRAUMA CAN'T HANDLE THIS!”- Sirius

“Ball licky licky titty croissant” - James trying to learn french from Regulus

“Ooo yay i love being kidnapped!”- Barty probably at some point

“The 3 c's cook, clean, cocktails”- Remus “The 3 b's bake broil blowjobs”- Sirius

“LET ME UPLOAD MY PORN DAMNIT” - Marlene probably

"Dorcas you should be my sugar mommy" - Pandora

"An air whore" Remus

"My skyrim character is Schizophrenic" - James

"I wanna blow up pumpkins, and People!!!!" -Bellatrix

"I can taste it in my eyeballs" - James

"you can't take terrorists to the airport"-Peter

"I'm really bad at swallowing" - Sirius

“you can't fuck a duck, you'd have to seduce it” - Evan

"Hey your boobs are crooked"- Marlene

"i’m sorry, i accused you of taking my grandpa" -Sirius

"im a gay virgin"-Regulus

"duck now motherfucker" Sirius @ James

"i wanna become a rug or everyone does a line of my ashes when i die" - Remus

"you can't be funny while I'm smoking" -Remus @ First year after he walked out the door

"I'm leaving, i don't care that much about being drug free" - Barty

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fatalattention · 1 year

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im here to share some cutesy hcs about baji because i feel like there is not enough out there !!!!

- you were the first person baji ever showed any romantic interest in, and because of that you saw a side of him no one else did. despite his tough delinquent exterior, he’s a huge softie and an even bigger sap.

- when baji is especially flustered, the tips of his ears turn bright red. they become warm to the touch and oh so cute.

- his love language is definitely gift giving. he has a bit of crows brain, and any small or shiny trinket he finds, he gives it to you. he’ll leave it on your desk or even inside your house before he leaves. majority of your small trinket collection is baji’s gifts to you

- canonically, cats are very drawn to him! whenever you two are on a date, you always seem to have a few feline fellows following behind you (it is the cutest thing, and you always wanna take one home!)

- if you do have a cat, baji comes over solely for the cat.. (and you.. ig) you have to pull him away from your cat if you want any attention, and you’re pretty sure your cat likes him more than you 😭

- if you offer a study date, he refuses to call it a “date��, because and i quote, “dates are supposed to be fun!” so good luck getting him to study

- baji is a chronic night snacker, he wakes up anywhere from 12-4 am and grabs a snack. its always something sweet like cookies or chocolate.

- one time baji was trying to show off during a meeting and he was walking all swagger and he fucking fell down the stairs cause chifuyu accidentally tripped him (baji was all bruised but when you dressed his wounds and kissed them better he figures it was worth the embarrassment)

- when you two are both away from each other, he texts you a lit and sends you pictures of what hes doing. he also likes those cheesy wholesome love memes on pinterest and he sends them to you when he can’t muster up any cheesy words

- dates with him are always such a nice time. while you both aren’t particularly into fancy dining, he’ll take you to a decent restaurant! it’s a big change in personality from seeing him kick ass to blushy and stuttering over how good you look

- baji will purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house so you can wear them when he isn’t available to come over! he’ll leave his favorite one there knowing that when he gets it back it’s gonna smell like you.

- speaking of smells in a non weird way, baji smells vanilla lavender, and it’s because of the washing machine detergent his mom uses. he isn’t a big cologne guy because he has a super sensitive nose!

#baji headcanons #baji keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons

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idontplaytrack · 13 days

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My Biggest Mistake

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, drinking/alcohol, descriptions and mentions of kissing while tipsy, coarse language, self-harm descriptions, sickness

In which a heated make-out session was denied by Jos after the fact.

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest & Tumblr)

“You said you loved me last night.”

“Drunk words don’t mean shit.”

“Are you serious?” You scoffed.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“That’s not— fuck it, Jos. I’m so tired. Whatever. If you say it didn’t mean anything, then it didn’t. So did every other time you told me that, right?”

You ran away from her, without a destination in mind. You heard Jos call for you then it was just silence. The only sound keeping you company was your crying.

Eventually, you stopped before a diner. One you and Jos frequented, hesitating for a moment, you somehow stepped inside still teary eyed and found a seat at the bar. “Oh, honey…” A longtime staff member noticed you,“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. I fucked things up with Jos.” You revealed through sniffles.

“I’m sure—”

“Last night she got a little tipsy. And kissed me for the first time and said she loved me. To my face.” You continued, “I brought it up earlier, and she just said ‘drunk words don’t mean shit.’ She could’ve just told me she wasn’t ready to say it yet and I would’ve been okay with it— but that— shit hurt.”

“You two have been together for—”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that, Erin.” You sigh, accepting the cookies and cream milkshake. “Thanks.”

“No problem, honey.” She smiled.

As you sipped on the beverage, your mind drifts.

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it. I’m not supposed to want more. I’m not supposed to have anyone love me. That’s just crazy.”

“Crazy? What’s crazy is this, y/n. Some guy at school just called you a freak and punched your face for no reason and you just walk away? Why do you put up with this?”

“I don’t know, Jos. My brain is like— it’s broken, okay? After years and years of pushing aside my own feelings. I just don’t have them anymore. I don’t care anymore. They can just do whatever they want with me.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay for people to assault you. It’s a fucking crime, baby.”

“Hey, how you feelin’?”

“I’m okay. It’s just a cold.” Jos smiled sleepily, her eyes barely open as she turned to be on her side so she could look at you.

You pulled her desk chair up to the side of her bed and sat down. You brush the hair out of her eyes and stroked her cheek, “I’ve missed you.”

A smile tugs at her lips. Very tiny, but you could see it.

“Oh, my God. y/n, why didn’t you call me? Or text me?”

“For what? I’m just on my period.”

“So I can come over and take care of you?”

“Sorry. I’m just— not used to that.”

With a soft sigh, she presses a kiss to your lips, “Let me take care of you, okay? What do you want me to do? Craving anything?”

“Nope. I’m actually about to go and puke my guts out in a minute or so.”

“Okay, then I’ll hold your hair and rub your back.”

“Jos, please— stop.”

She scoffs, arm falling to her sides as she looked up you from the floor.

“You’re gonna kill yourself one day and I don’t want to be here to see that. I want you to get better, for yourself. Not for me.”

The burns and some blisters on her forearms started to form. You cringed internally.

“I’ve been trying.” She admitted. “I started seeing a therapist…but still…”

“Keep going. Be consistent. I’ll be right by your side.”

“y/n, please talk to me.”

“I don’t know how to say it. Any of it.” You avoided eye contact, “You hate me.”

“I do not. y/n, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

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“Jos.” Erin says.

Jos? Oh, hell.

“Talk it out.” Erin nudged. She was right behind you- you could feel her. There was no running away now. Absolutely no chance.

“I have to talk to you, y/n. I can’t just let all of that go. I can’t let you go.”

Tears pricked at your eyes again and the painful lump in your throat returns. You pushed the milkshake away from you, turning around in the stool to come face to face with her. With Jos, whose eyes were red and puffy. Dried tears stained her cheeks as her hair was disheveled, flyaways all over her face.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you. I shouldn’t have said that because I didn’t mean what I said. My brain tells me to push you away but I just can’t do it— it’s so wrong to do that to you because I know in my heart that I love you. No matter what my fucked up brain tells me to think at times. I love you. Please know that. Please know that I love you so much, y/n.” Jos takes a deep breath halfway through, shakily, “Sometimes I just…I don’t know why but I have a bad day and I start assuming people don’t really care about me so I go, ‘okay, then- you’re on your own, get through this shitty day on your own. No one else can help you.’ When I calm down, I know that’s not true because I have you. But I just need to keep working on that, y/n…getting my mind to unlearn that terrible habit, coping method. Ever since The Power came into play, I lost my friends…I even lost my own family even though we live under the same roof. No one gets what I’m dealing with like you do even though they see me everyday- day in, and day out. I didn’t want you to be the only one carrying the weight of my problems….I have to learn that in life, it’s okay to share. Especially with someone I call my partner. Because I know that I would not hesitate to hear you out, to be there and listen to what you have to say so you can get what you need to get, off your mind. I would never want you to go through your struggles alone.”

As she spoke to you, you took the time to take deep breaths and calm down, wiping your tears away as you prepared yourself to respond, “Jos, I feel the same way about you. I really care about you and love you. I don’t want you to be scared to share with me. You can always be honest with me and we will work through everything together. I have my own issues, and I’m also trying my best to get better. I need you to remember that no matter how bad a day seems. It was wrong for me to snap at you- that’s something I have to change about myself. But remember this conversation when times get tough…when we both can’t seem to get out of our own heads. Remember this.”

“My biggest mistake time and time again was that I hurt your feelings and I am so terribly sorry for that.” Jos cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, do you forgive me?”

Swallowing harshly, you gave her a nod. She pulls you in for a kiss, you hopped off the stool to deepen the connection. Her hand finds its way around your waist and your back, yours does the same right before a mutual breakaway. Jos held you, looking right into your eyes before she uttered, “I love you. I mean it— every single time.”

You nodded, “I know. I love you, too, Jos.”

“Erin, can we get a waffle with a scoop of chocolate ice cream and some whipped cream, please?” Jos sniffed, sitting down in the stool beside yours.

“Certainly, dear. Coming right up.”

Jos dug through her pockets to locate her wallet and took out the amount of money needed for the bill while you continued to sip on your milkshake, trying not to cry again. Jos hands you a packet of tissues silently, knowing that you needed this peacefulness. She rubs your back intermittently while she waited on the waffle and kept an eye on you. Well, not exactly. She just liked looking at you while you did absolutely nothing sometimes. Next thing you knew, was that you felt her hand on the side of your head— her fingers combing through your slightly tangled hair and tucked some behind your ear.

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The waffle was what you and Jos had on your first date right here in this very place. Eight months ago. Both of you have come a long way, and it definitely hasn’t been easy. It’s been tough as shit some days and made you feel like pulling teeth— yours and hers alike. Today was one of those days, but it ended up well.

The waffle was your go-to order every time you two stopped by this establishment. And Erin, she’s become a great friend over time.

“You girls want some tea or coffee?” Erin asks.

“I’ll have a coffee. She’ll have tea.” Jos answers with a swift nod of her head.

“Alrighty.”

A minute later, Erin returns with a cup of coffee and tea. “How much—”

“On the house.”

“No—”

“y/n, don’t fight me on this. You’re not gonna win, my dear.”

Jos cracked a smile, then chuckled. “Okay, Erin. Fine.” You giggled, “Thank you.”

When you and Jos left the diner, it was nightfall. The sun had almost completely set already, the gusts of chilly wind blew through your hair, which felt very nice. Jos leaned her head on your shoulder for a second to take in the moment before leading you to her car about a block away.

“My place or yours?”

“Yours, it’s closer from here than mine.”

“Okay.” With that, she started driving. Pop music on the radio played softly through the speakers meanwhile.

The two of you didn’t speak for the whole ride, but it was a comfortable silence. Once home, Jos leads you up to her room after greeting her family. You two got changed then joined her family for dinner— it was pleasant. They always loved having you around. Afterwards, you quietly retreated to Jos’ room because of the growing ache in your head. When you entered her room, she was already laying a stack of clothes each for you and herself. “Come on, let’s go take a nice shower. I know your head must be killing you right now. I know mine is.”

Stripping off your clothes, you tossed it in the hamper and Jos does the same then walked into the shower together with you.

“Is the water okay? Is it too warm for you?” She asks you softly.

“Yeah. It’s okay.” You said, tilting your head side to side in order to stretch out the muscles as the warm water hits your skin. Jos hums in response, shampooing your hair for you once it was wet enough and also helped you to wash your body.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me, baby.” You could almost hear her smiling as she spoke to you. Her hand massages your scalp for a little bit longer as your head remained under the warm water. You felt a little bad you couldn’t exactly help her do the same, because she was quite a bit taller than you, but she says it was okay. “Just give me some cuddles and we’re even.” She laughs softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

After drying yourselves off, you two promptly got changed and climbed into bed to watch movies on Jos’ laptop. Jos laid her head in your lap, focusing on the movie but also feeding you a Swedish Fish every now and then.

“I do not feel like going to school tomorrow.” Jos revealed.

“It’s Friday, though.” You mentioned, eyes flicking down to look at her. Your fingers were still combed through her hair, massaging her head.

“Damn, right. Those dumplings are really good.” Jos grins, “Yeah, let’s just go.”

“Then maybe we can go to the park for a walk after school. Get something to eat after.” You suggested.

“Sounds good.” Jos agrees.

“You tired?”

“A little. But I think we can just finish this movie and go to sleep.” Jos bit back a yawn.

“Alright.” You bent down to kiss her on the side of her forehead, “Let’s do that.”

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girlnextmorgue · 10 months

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Helen Otis x Reader: You would sleep with me (if you could do it comfortably)

Hiiii everyone it's me I'm back :P I'm finding that I don't really agree with my past characterizations of these characters but I'm gonna leave my old posts up anyway... anyways here's a Helen oneshot I wrote last night. It's sort of a continuation of the first one I wrote (read that here) but can be read as a standalone. It's crossposted on AO3 (here) and I love getting kudos so please gas it up there if you so choose :P Reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns) and (Y/N) is used.. It isn't smutty or anything (sorry) but it's kind of romantic. Around 1300ish words (a little less). I hope you enjoy!

edit: pspspsps heyy look theres a 3rd part HERE!!! if u enjoy this go read that ok bye...

The screen door swung shut with a sharp smack. The sound used to make Helen jump, but he’d grown used to it with all the time he’d spent out on the porch. It was early spring now, and sprigs of green were beginning to poke their way out of the ground in the midst of all the brown. A chilly breeze carried all the fresh smells of spring, along with… cigarette smoke?

“Hey, handsome.”

That made Helen jump. His head snapped to his right, and he was graced with the sight of a familiar face leaning against the railing, lit cigarette in hand. The corners of his lips twitched. He was fighting back a smile.

“You’re back.” He said matter-of-factly, trying to seem uncaring, and not as if he had been awaiting their return with bated breath (god, he couldn’t believe it, he was acting like a damsel.) “Where were you?”

“If I told you,” they paused to take a drag (and, Helen suspected, to add dramatic effect), turning to look at the trees as they exhaled, “I’d have to kill you.”

Although there was a playful grin on their face, Helen knew that they were only half joking. The Operator’s proxies were incredibly hush-hush about their missions, and (Y/N) was no exception. Usually, he didn’t mind too much, but Helen had found that he was much more curious than he wanted to be, at least when it came to (Y/N).

“So.” (Y/N) spun around so that their back was now facing the woods. They motioned to the sketchbook in Helen’s hands. “Draw any pretty pictures lately?” They grinned.

Right. Helen had come out here to draw. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the book, averting his eyes. Since that fateful winter afternoon, he had been inspired to draw things other than the trees… (Y/N) in particular had become his unknowing muse.

No way in hell was he showing them that. They’d probably think he was a creepy freak and never speak to him again. As much as Helen hated to admit it to himself, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle that happening.

So instead, he fumbled for words, trying to save himself. “Uh, you know… more of the same, nothing new.” Helen refused to meet (Y/N)’s eyes. He chewed on the inside of his mouth nervously, picking at the edge of his sketchbook. He felt as if he was a child that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

(Y/N) pursed their lips and then sighed, seeming to decide not to press his buttons about it. Over the course of their blossoming friendship, they’d learned that Helen could be quite protective over his artwork. It was best to leave it be.

So, (Y/N) changed the subject, knowing that Helen wouldn’t do it on his own. “Why don’t we sit, hmm? I’m tired of standing. I feel like I’ve been standing for like, like forever, man.”

“Okay.” Helen said, his shoulders sagging in relief. (Y/N) stubbed their cigarette out on the railing before they moved to plop down on the porch steps, their hiking boots clunking against the stairs as they got situated. Helen took his usual place next to them.

The pair settled into a comfortable silence, just staring out at the wilderness. Helen’s sketchbook lay on the stair, untouched. He couldn’t bring himself to open it in front of them just yet.

Instead, he looked over at (Y/N), trying to remain discreet. Early on in their friendship, Helen had decided that he liked their face (purely from an artistic standpoint, he was sure) and so he had taken it upon himself to memorize it (again, purely for artistic reasons). Not much had changed about them since he’d last seen them. There was a bandaid on their cheek, sure, but other than that they were still the same (Y/N).

Except, they looked so tired. Deep, dark circles rimmed their eyes, and their eyes themselves were completely bloodshot. Helen was all too familiar with this kind of tired, something he experienced after many sleepless nights sitting at his easel. He was shocked that (Y/N) was managing to stay awake in their state.

“Haven’t I told you that it’s rude to stare?” (Y/N) asked suddenly, startling Helen. They turned to him, cocking an eyebrow. Despite how exhausted they seemed, they were still alert as ever. A proxy trait, no doubt. “Do I have something on my face, orrrrr…”

“No, no…” He shook his head, looking forward again. He really wasn’t appreciating what the teasing lilt in their voice was doing to his brain and heart, but his concern for them seemed to outweigh that. God, he hated that he was concerned. What was wrong with him?

“Then what? You like what you see or somethin’?” (Y/N) leaned in expectantly, smirking. What an asshole.

Despite how close (Y/N) had gotten, Helen managed to look them in the eye (though he was practically holding his breath). “You look… tired, (Y/N). Really tired.”

(Y/N)’s smile softened, the mischief in their eyes fading. They moved back slightly, looking back out at the forest.

“Are you… alright?” Helen asked hesitantly, brows furrowed in concern.

(Y/N) sighed, taking a moment to answer. “...Yeah, I’m fine.” They brought a hand up to their face, rubbing one of their eyes absently. “‘S just… you’re right. I’m way tired.”

“...I know.” Helen mumbled, gaze never leaving their face. His hands twitched in his lap, wanting to do something to comfort his weary friend. Instead, he asked, “Rough mission?”

“So rough, ugh.” (Y/N) laughed quietly, as if they were reminiscing about a happy memory. “I got into a crazy fight with this guy – man, he almost killed me. You should’ve seen him though, I messed him up.”

Helen frowned. He knew that they shouldn’t be telling him these things, and he was not a fan of the idea of (Y/N) putting themselves in danger. It was a part of their job, sure, but in his heart he wished it didn’t have to be.

“(Y/N)...” They perked up when he spoke their name and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “I think you should go and get some rest.”

(Y/N) huffed, their expression going sour. “Yeah, but… I wanna-” they cut themselves off with a yawn before continuing, “I wanna spend time with you, y’know? It’s been a while. I missed you.”

Helen felt like he was going to die at those words, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “Oh, well, um…” I missed you too, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“I have an idea.” (Y/N) said suddenly, scootching toward Helen until their legs were touching and their shoulders were touching and oh god-

And then (Y/N) leaned their head on Helen’s shoulder and all he could smell was lavender shampoo and cigarette smoke and he was going to faint (but he didn’t). Their hair tickled his neck and they were so warm and Helen wished he could wrap his arms around them and pull them closer. Instead, he sat stiff as a board, breath caught in his throat.

(Y/N) either was too tired to notice or didn’t care. “Wake me up if something interesting happens, okay?” Was all they said before knocking out, snoring lightly (oh my god they snore).

They were definitely going to kill him.

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violetflowerswrites · 2 years

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Too Complicated

Summary: On a drunken whim, Jim Street and his roommate share a kiss. They try to forget it the next morning, but things only end up getting more complicated when a second kiss leads to much more. (Sex. They have lots of it.)

Pairing: Jim Street x (Female) Reader

Disclaimer: teasing and flirting and plenty of good ol sexual tension. Some mention of the foster system, homelessness, drug addiction, custody of children, and jail (reader is a social worker). Soft and caring Street. Reader can’t take a compliment. Alcohol consumption (both are 21+). Kissing and touching. The smut in this is absolutely filthy. Oral sex (female and male receiving). Consensual P in V sex. Definitely 18+ for explicit smut and language.

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: I had a LOT of fun writing this fic with Jim Street. SWAT might be one of my fave shows right now and something about Street and his cute little dimples just makes my heart go–! I also got a little intense with the case that the reader talks about. It’s inspired by some real students I’ve encountered in my (very short) time as a teacher. ALSO I am sorry not sorry about how dirty the smut got in this so PLEASE use your good judgment before reading this. I was heavily inspired by a GREAT video on Bellesa by the same title. So here’s my tribute to Street and all his beautiful baby boy energy!

The bright LA morning sun is shining lazily through the kitchen window while you mindlessly shove another bite of cereal into your mouth. You scroll through instagram, liking pictures of your friends and their dogs when you hear clomping footsteps come out into the room.

Your back tenses up immediately and you force yourself to look as if this was just another typical morning living with Officer Jim Street, LAPD SWAT.

Street, on the other hand, acts like nothing is amiss and he goes straight to the cabinet, grabs a glass, and starts mixing his usual disgusting protein shake.

The silence drags on for a few minutes more, but it feels like an eternity. You finally twist around in your chair, and god, why did he have to be shirtless today of all days? You try not to get distracted by Street’s biceps and washboard set of abs as he leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone.

He doesn’t even bother to look up until you break the quiet with: “So, we’re not gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Street asks, his drink half raised to his mouth.

“Last night. We got drunk–and we kissed.”

…

That Friday night started out like any other.

You were sitting on the couch watching some overdramatic crime show when you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door being unlocked and a pair of thick-soled boots thumping onto the hardwood floor.

“You know those shows are all super inaccurate, right?” Street comments from the doorway.

“Hi to you too. There’s brownies on the counter.” You continue watching, but you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see it.

Street rubs his hands in anticipation of a treat. You’re an excellent baker, and one of the best perks of having you as a roommate is that you’ll sometimes leave a plate of goodies out, with a sticky note and bold sharpie letters explaining what it is. It was the best pick me up after a long day at SWAT, and he always had trouble limiting himself to just one dessert. After all, he has to stay fit for work, or so he tells himself.

But tonight, the counter had brownies. And another plate of chocolate chip cookies. And another with lemon bars. And a pile of freshly washed mixing bowls stacked high on the drying rack that told him all he needed to know about your day.

You were stress baking.

This had happened a few times before and it usually meant you had a particularly difficult case at work, and you put all your frustration into the sugar, butter, and flour.

In a weird way, Street benefited from your stress, but he also proved to be a good listener, and the two of you became pretty good friends after those deep conversations.

So this time, Street stuffed a brownie into his mouth as he went to the fridge, grabbed a can of beer for himself and your bottle of wine, and settled onto the couch next to you. He paused Netflix and poured you a glass, forcing you to look at him.

“You stress baked again.”

“Hmph.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining ‘cause I get to eat it all, but you wanna talk about it?”

You stare at the glass of wine that Street handed you and decided that you didn’t really want to get into it. Not while you were this sober at least.

“I’m trying out recipes for a bridal shower next month. Try each one and tell me which one I should make.” You change the topic, avoiding eye contact.

Street knows you don’t really like opening up and he gets it–neither does he. So he decides to play along and grabs one of each treat.

“I’ve already had the brownie so let me try the cookies and the lemon bars. Do you want any?”

“Can I have another lemon bar?”

“How many have you had today?”

“Shut up.”

Street laughs and brings you one, while you nibble on it quietly. He says the lemon bar is the winner and you agree.

The silence stretches on for a bit longer while the two of you drink and eat. To his credit, Street is pretty patient when he wants to be.

At last, the light tingling in your head from the wine finally loosens your tongue to say what’s really on your mind.

“I’m tearing apart a family.” You can’t bring yourself to look at Street so you stare out the window at the glittering lights of the city instead.

“What’s the case?” Street asks quietly. You’re a social worker and Street has trusted you enough to tell you his story before. And of course, cops and social workers sometimes go hand in hand, and it’s never a kid who’s in a great situation. So you know Street gets it. It’s just hard what the two of you have to deal with at work sometimes.

Too hard.

“Mom and the kids used to be homeless, up in the Tenderloin in SF. They moved down here to LA to stay with a relative until they got back on their feet. Kids make it to school most of the time, and they are doing well. But Mom’s on and off drugs. I’ve met her and she’s so loving and so committed, but it’s hard for her to stay clean. We’ve been working with her and a program and it’s been going well, but Dad just got out of jail. The oldest had a panic attack at school because Dad came back to visit. And now, Mom’s back on her habit again and the court is saying she might lose custody if she can’t stay sober for 6 months. If she loses custody, I need to place the kids in a foster home.”

“Okay. You’ve handled, what, hundreds of cases like this by now, right, Y/N? What’s getting you about this one?”

You finally look at Street’s steady gaze and say what’s really on your mind.

“I feel like it’s gonna be my fault if the family breaks apart. She’s about to lose her kids, and there’s four of them. They’re all in a great elementary school right now and they love their teachers. I’ve personally visited them at school and they feel so safe and happy and supported there. They’re making good grades and their teachers are so patient with them and if Mom loses custody, I won’t be able to keep them in the same home, let alone the same school.”

You tip back the last of your wine and quickly pour another glass, trying to drown your frustration in the alcohol.

Street watches you quietly, before gently grabbing your wrist, and making you put down the bottle. Your skin is hot, but you tell yourself it’s because of the wine, and not his touch.

“Hey. It’s not your fault if the family breaks apart. You can’t control addiction and their situation.”

“Hah!” You laugh bitterly. “I know it’s out of my control. I’m freakin’ trained to not let my personal feelings get involved in my cases, but this one…I don’t know. It feels personal.”

“You feel responsible. And that’s because you care about them, Y/N. That’s not a bad thing.” Street encourages you earnestly.

You feel a hot flush creep up your neck and you quickly lean back into the couch, and immediately spill the wine onto your shirt.

“Shit!” You look down and there’s a purple stain blooming right on top of your chest. You hop up to go change while Street hides a chuckle by taking another sip of his beer.

“I saw that!” You yell over your shoulder.

“What?” Street replies, innocently.

You throw your stained shirt into the hamper and notice one of Street’s black SWAT t-shirts folded neatly on top of the dryer. You decide to throw it on and it’s much softer and looser and comfier than you expected.

You walk out with it on as if nothing happened and you plop right back onto the couch.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Street comments with surprise lacing his tone.

“It was clean. Can I keep it?” You ask jokingly.

“Uhh…y-yeah. I have more.” Street stutters out an answer.

When you came out in his shirt, it was the first time he felt his stomach flutter around you. There was something about the way you looked so…domestic? Comfortable? Relaxed? in his t-shirt, with a tiny pair of booty shorts and your hair up in a messy bun that just seemed so right.

Street clears his throat, trying to shove those unexpected feelings down.

“Anyway. Like I was saying. You’re frustrated because you care about them. You’re a great social worker, Y/N. I know you’re gonna do right by those kids. As best as you can.” Street compliments.

You hate compliments so you take another sip of your wine and mumble into your glass, your cheeks turning bright red.

“Shut up.”

That only encourages Street to double down with even more honest praise.

“I mean it, Y/N. You’re good at what you do because you actually care about the kids. I mean, if you were in charge of my case, I bet I wouldn’t have ended up in half the foster homes I did growing up.” Street continues.

“Shut up, Street.” You look up to glare at him and you lightly shove him in the arm. You really really hate compliments. Especially when it comes from such a genuine place of heartfelt encouragement. Gross.

“Hey, I’m just telling the truth.” Street puts his hands up in surrender, trying to calm you down. “If I can see how hard you work and how much you care, I’m sure the kids can too. They know you’re on their side. No matter what happens, they know you fight for them. Every day.”

“Jim, shut up!” You burst out, and you find yourself half in Street’s lap, your right fist balled up in the collar of his t-shirt. He’s leaning back on the couch, his hands still up and his eyebrows raised in shock.

“S-sorry, did I take it too far?” Street starts to apologize, but you cut him off.

“Shut up…” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “And kiss me.”

Street immediately brings his hand down to your face and gently tilts your head for a tender kiss.

You enjoy his gentle touch for about two seconds before you break it off and you’re so embarrassed you can’t look him in the eye.

What the hell was that?

“I-I’m sorry, shit, I don’t know what came over me, I must be drunk.” You stumble off, grabbing your wine glass and dumping the rest of the drink down the kitchen sink. Street quickly scrambles up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Hey, look, Y/N –” Street starts but you interrupt him by whipping around with the detachable faucet head in your hand.

He takes a step back, unsure of what in the world you’re doing.

“Spray me.” You state as if this were a perfectly normal situation.

“W-what?” Street stutters out.

“I said, spray me! I need to sober up.” You grin at him, trying to hide your embarrassment at what just happened with your freakin’ roommate of all people.

Street finally catches on and grins back at you. He grabs the faucet head and aims it at you and you take a step back, immediately regretting your strange request.

“Don’t make a mess.” You hesitate.

“You asked for this,” Street laughs, and sprays you right in your face.

You half sputter out water, and half laugh, shaking your head like a wet dog.

“Okay, okay! I’m sober! Goodnight, Street!”

You run off to the shower and go to bed, leaving a bewildered Jim Street staring at the wet footprints you left behind all over the apartment.

…

“Oh. That kiss.” Street looks up at you and shrugs. “I completely forgot about that.”

“You…forgot.” You state flatly, not believing him for a second.

“Yep.”

“Street, we’re roommates and that kiss complicates things.”

“Why would it complicate things? You said it, you were drunk. Let’s just forget it.”

You stand up as Street starts walking out of the kitchen, following him.

“Jim. Stop it.”

He pauses at the entrance to the living room. Where everything went wrong last night. He turns slowly in his sock-clad feet to look at your flushed face and irritated stance with your arms crossed over your chest. You only use his first name when you’re being serious.

“Okay, fine. So what, you wanna discuss why, as roommates, we shouldn’t be kissing?” Street states with a hint of sarcasm.

“This is embarrassing enough.” You huff out a scoff. You can’t believe him! “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I asked you to kiss me. That means, whether I like it or not, there’s something there.”

“Y/N. You were drunk. I wasn’t.” Street’s voice has dropped to a low volume, and he steps even closer to you. “So when you asked me, I chose to kiss you.”

“And I kissed you back. And I liked it.” You admit in a hushed tone.

“I liked it too.” Street unexpectedly replies.

“I thought you said you didn’t remember.” You shoot back at him.

“Of course, I remember.” Street says indignantly. He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation and sighs.

“So… what now? Does this mean one of us should move out? I mean, we can’t go back to how things were before. Maybe I could crash at my sister’s for a bit until we figure things out–”

“Y/N, Y/N, stop. You’re making things too complicated.”

“Well, what am I supposed to–”

Street cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours. His hand reaches up to caress your face, just like last night, and you grab his wrist, not to pull him away, but to hold yourself steady. As if you couldn’t believe this was really happening. Again.

With a small gasp, you break it off.

“We should stop.” You breathe out.

“I don’t want to.” Street murmurs quietly.

“Me neither.”

With that, you find yourself slammed into the wall, your hands wrapped around the back of your roommates’ neck, kissing as if your life depends on it. Street’s unshaved stubble scratches at your soft skin, a sensation you never knew you would enjoy. His lips dance against yours deliciously, as you tease and bite him, trying to savor how he feels against you.

This is bad. You’re getting really turned on. But you feel a hard log bump against your leg, and you know you’re not the only one getting aroused.

Before you lose your nerve, you sneak a hand in between your bodies and feel Street through the flannel of his pjs, and his thick length starts to harden in your hand.

“Mmph! Y/N…” Street groans against your mouth and you know you’re doing something right.

But he returns the favor by feeling up your chest, pulling off your hoodie and exposing your bare breasts from under your bralette. He immediately palms your sensitive nipples in one hand, while the other tucks into your shorts, seeking out your wet core.

Your breath starts coming in pants, combined with quiet mewls of arousal as Street rubs your pussy through your panties. You press your back against him, one of your hands gripping his wrist that is still locked onto your breast, while the other continues to rub his member.

“Oh god, Street, this feels–” you can barely get a coherent sentence out when Street turns you around and presses you up against the wall, pulls down your panties, and proceeds to eat you out.

You cry out at the new sensation, his hot, wet tongue dancing inside your folds. Your shaking thighs can barely keep you upright, so you try to steady yourself by gripping the short brunette hair on Street’s head. That only serves to turn him on even more, and he starts sucking on your clit. The pleasure makes your head spin and you can’t stop moaning at his relentless attack on your pussy.

Soon enough, you slide down the wall in a crumpled heap, but not before you grab Street’s pants and pull them down during your descent.

You don’t dare make eye contact with him. Instead, you simply stroke his thick length, weighing it in your palm, and you lick a wet stripe up to his tip. Street rewards you with a deep, gravelly moan, and you quickly suck him down your throat. You can taste him, a mix of saltiness and sweat, and your feral mind goes crazy.

You love the feel of him under your tongue, and Street grabs your hair into a loose ponytail, his eyes closed with pleasure. You bob your head up and down on his cock, trying to breathe through it all, and taking him as deep as you can.

Street finally pushes your shoulder back in a wordless gesture to stop. You look up at him with a grin, and swipe the back of your hand across your mouth. Before you can get a word out, Street pulls you up roughly and grabs your ass, spreading apart your cheeks.

You know what he’s aiming for and you brace yourself on the wall.

“Shit!” You hiss out your favorite swear word as Street enters your dripping pussy. He wraps a muscled arm around your ribs and you quickly grab onto him as he shakes your whole body with violent thrusts. His hips lift up into yours, making your ass jiggle and the skin of both of your bodies clap together sinfully. Jim Street fills you up so well, and it feels nothing short of incredible.

“You’re so–mmm!---so wet for me, Y/N.” Street grits out between clenched teeth. You’re about to reply when he spins you around again, and scoops you up in a delicate balancing act.

You let out a yelp while Street drops you right onto his cock, his thick thighs and bulging biceps keeping the both of you upright.

You’ve never been with a man who was strong enough to do this before, and you’ve definitely found a new favorite sex position.

“Ah! Street!” You gasp out at each thrust. “Don’t drop me!”

“I won’t.” Street promises, spearing you with his cock over and over. You roll your body against his, trying to get him to go deeper each time, while your ankles lock behind his waist. He even manages to kiss you again as he bounces you on top of his thick member.

After a moment, Street finally lets you go, and you slip down, almost losing your footing.

He laughs at your clumsiness. “Couch?”

“I think it’s a little safer.” You tease him, swiping back your messy hair away from your face.

Street hops over the couch and you roll your eyes at him showing off his athleticism. You walk around it, like a regular person, and you see him laid back, legs spread, arms crossed behind his head.

“Someone’s ready for more.” You laugh at him, kissing him on the cheek. As much as you tease him, you know you aren’t satisfied yet either.

So you climb on top, carefully sinking down onto his erect cock, and you sigh at being filled to the brim once again. You waste no time rolling on his lap, over and over. Soon, that motion graduates to bouncing on top of him, your voice coming out in little yelps that drives Street crazy with lust. He grips your hips, helping you land just right every time.

“Hold on, Y/N, just hold on a second.” He taps your ass and you pause.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You pant out, your heart racing from the sex and the exertion.

Street slides down from under you until he’s sitting on the carpet and your dripping center is right above his face.

“I want to taste you.” Street breathes out, his hot exhale tickling your wet folds.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, and your face flushes, as if your skin couldn’t get any hotter by now. So you grant his wish and you gently lower your pussy onto his face, trying not to smother him. His expert tongue penetrates you, finding your slick opening and stimulating you to the point that you think you might pass out. You let out a feral cry, your body making the dirtiest squelches you’ve ever heard, and your voice becomes a mess of feeble noises you didn’t think you were capable of.

Who knew that Jim Street was so good at eating pussy?

Your orgasm sneaks up on you suddenly, and you simply bite your bottom lip and start quivering. The sensation is so overwhelming that you can’t even speak. But you’re sure Street realizes what’s happening because he stops and cups your vibrating center with his hand, holding you still, and he kisses you with lips wetted by your arousal.

You finally let out a moan, and he lays you back down onto the couch. Meanwhile, he gently enters your pussy with his digits, quickly becoming coated in your cum. He spreads it around, scissoring inside of you until you're a mewling mess once again.

He reaches out to palm your breasts, never ceasing in his quest to truly ruin you for anyone else. You inadvertently let out a whimper of pleasure as his hands work their magic. God, his touch lights your skin on fire!

“Street, oh my god, that was good. So good.” You praise breathlessly, gripping the back of his neck as you press your forehead to his, your chest rising and falling rapidly under his rough hands.

“I know. You came really hard. It was hot.” Street smirks at you and you’re too spent to tell him to shut up.

“Can I…” you feel almost too shy to say it aloud, but you do it anyway. “Can I make you cum?”

Street groans at your request, before nodding quickly. You carefully lift up a leg over his shoulder and he braces his arms beside your head. He lines up his throbbing member against your slick entrance and proceeds to rail your body like a doll.

He slams into you deeply, pulling and pushing through your hot pussy that grips him like a vice. Your juices soak him so that every penetration is quick and easy, so much so that he makes your butt lift off the couch with each thrust. Before you know it, Street’s movements get faster, and even more frantic, an unmistakable sign that he’s close.

“I’m gonna—!” Street growls out, his abs clenching as he uses all of his strength to thrust into your throbbing core.

You both let out a moan at the same time. Street pulls his member out of you and cums all over your chest and stomach, his pearls painting your skin as the two of you try to catch your breath.

Sweat makes both of your skin glisten and you carefully sit up, draping your legs over his lap, and wrapping your arms around him. You lean a tired head on his shoulder, cuddling your naked body into his large one.

He wordlessly reaches up a hand to hold your arm, the other is rubbing soothing circles on your thighs with his thumb.

You stay wrapped up in each other for a few minutes, quietly breathing in and out.

When your heartbeat finally calms down, you look up at him, only to find that Street is already looking at you.

“Plans today?” You ask nonchalantly.

“Nope.” He replies, just as casually.

“Dinner?” You offer.

“Sounds complicated.” He teases you.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and you shove him off the couch. He tips over easily and falls over onto the floor, totally caught off guard.

“Shut up, Street!” You exclaim, running off towards the shower.

“And kiss you?”

You whip your head around just in time to catch Street’s grin that takes up his whole face, making his irresistible dimples even more apparent on his cheeks.

You take one look at his stupid face and you know that it’s not complicated at all. You’ve fallen for Jim Street. Simple as that.

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