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2hightocare · 24 days

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DOWN BAD! 01

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing,

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genre: friends to lovers. college au.

Warnings: toxicity, jealousy, explicit content, angsty, smoking, usage of drugs and alcohol, fighting, profanity, slowburn, jungkook and oc are literally in love but do nothing about it, crying, hurtful words being thrown out when arguing, slapping.

a/n: IM BACK!! this is something super different than anything I have ever wrote sooooo… but i actually really love it. This would be a two-shot. Hope you enjoy🪽🪽 <3

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"He pisses me off," you say while dropping onto the couch with a loud annoyed sigh, catching Taehyung's and Dahlia's attention.

"What did he do now?" Taehyung jokes, adjusting his tie on his uniform. "Look at another girl, that's what he did," you clench your teeth, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Your fingers play with the hem of your short navy squared skirt.

Your friends let out a collective laugh, making you scoff at them. "He asked a girl for a cigarette," you mumble under your breath, feeling the pang of jealousy hit your heart.

"Morning," a deep voice speaks from behind you, sending shivers down your body almost automatically. Your brows furrow as Jungkook makes his way beside you on the small couch in the lounge room after acknowledging his friends. His white button-up is opened, revealing a peak of his skin, which annoys you. He tugs on his navy tie, the same one as yours, undoing it and letting it hang loosely around his neck.

"Are you done being mad?" He tilts his head to the side, staring at you. His breath smells of the cigarette he had been smoking, the same one he accepted from a girl who had a crush on him, which irked you. You almost wanted to snatch the cigarette from his lips and stomp on it like a child when he lit it up.

"No, I'm not done being mad," you scoff, getting up from the couch in a swift motion. Jungkook lets out a frustrated sigh behind you before reaching for your skirt and pulling it down.

"Too short," he says, ignoring your whole tantrum.

You don’t reply. Instead, you smack his hand away from your ass before picking up your backpack and throwing it at him.

"Let’s go to class," you say, crossing your arms in front of you, making your boobs push up from the white button-up—you had intentionally left two buttons open after seeing him. His eyes immediately drop to your chest, and Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue on the inside before letting out a soft growl and reaching to button up your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," he lets out, fixing your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," you mock back, earning a grin from him.

"Are you ready to talk to me?" He bites his bottom lip, picking up your pink backpack and hanging it over his shoulder, something he was used to doing by now. "No, but the attitude is kinda hot, not gonna lie," you say, before making your way to your first period, with Jungkook trailing behind you like a puppy on a leash.

You and Jungkook weren’t dating, nor were you friends with benefits either. You were just friends with feelings bigger than Mount Everest. It all started on the first day of sophomore year of high school.

“No more fights, okay. First day only and you already got into a fight,” Namjoon blows out a sigh, running a hand down his face.

Jungkook scoffs, pulling on his tie. “This uniform is pissing me off.” He growls, ignoring Namjoon's attempt to coax him into a conversation about controlling his anger issues. Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of it, especially today.

“Yeah, well, fancy private schools love their uniforms,” Namjoon jokes, but Jungkook's expression remains jaded.

“Anyways, you’re lucky you didn’t get suspended,” Namjoon continues, shooting Taehyung a look that screams for help.

“Lucky? I would’ve preferred if they expelled me,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning back on his chair, throwing his head back in annoyance.

Before Namjoon could mutter another response about self-sabotaging, a female voice catches Jungkook's interest. “I don’t give a fuck, she literally ripped my new tights,” you whine, your hair disheveled, the lipstick once on your lips now smeared, and your new black over-the-knee tights, ripped.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you could tackle her to the ground, Yn,” another girl says, nudging you, which makes you pout more. “My mom is going to kill me for getting into a fight on the first day.” You sit down in front of Jungkook, not even glancing his way, throwing your pink backpack on the ground beside you, keeping your eyes on the ground.

Jungkook takes notice of your appearance, and his heart rate skyrockets. You were beautiful, like an angel, but Jungkook knew better than to think you were innocent. The skirt was much shorter than it was supposed to be, your blouse more open than closed, which had Jungkook's eyes dropping to the tie between your tits, taking notice of the cross necklace hanging on your neck.

Angel with dirty wings. Jungkook thought to himself as he took you in, the smeared lipstick adding to your allure. Your full and pouty messy lips, had him imagining things only he imagined when he was in his room at night with his hand wrapped around his cock.

Instead, he's sitting at the front office with a pretty girl in front of him for the same reason he was. As he is thinking about far more inappropriate things than fighting. Before Jungkook could look away, your eyes met his.

“You’re new,” you grin at the bruised-up boy manspreading with a matching grin on his face in front of you.

“I am,” Jungkook replies, licking his bloody bottom lip with his tongue. Eyes still remain glued to yours as you nod. “I’ve never seen you around,” you state, tilting your head to the side, leaning forward.

“And I’m pretty sure I would remember someone that looked like you,” you continue, taking him in. The black blazer, with the school logo, he was supposed to be wearing was discarded on the chair beside him, leaving him in the white button-up, sleeves rolled up halfway, giving you a full view of the veins on his arms. His black hair was tousled on his head, the bloody lip made him hotter than you cared to admit.

“Is this a way of telling me you don’t have a boyfriend?” Jungkook flirts, ignoring his friends' obvious stares from beside him.

“Not yet,” you quirk, tapping your finger on your bare thigh. “What’s your name?” you ask, wanting to know more about the boy in front of you besides the fact that he gets into fights on the first day of school.

“Does it matter? You’ll be calling me “baby” by the end of the day,” Jungkook says aloof, which gets him a small smile from you. “Smooth,” you shrug, leaning backward.

"Angel," he says, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you in.

"Hi," you smile at him, your eyes twinkling with unspoken affection.

"Hi," Jungkook responds, his dimple carving into his skin as he leans forward, his nose touching yours, nuzzling—a short, quick gesture that steals the air from your lungs. You almost feel yourself hanging onto these moments by a thread—moments where he isn’t high or drunk out of his mind or fighting with anyone who pisses him off in the slightest.

"Do you like my costume?" You flutter your eyelashes at him sarcastically, eliciting a small laugh as he throws his head back into the wall. "I don’t know, do I?" he says, his tone dipped in enticing sarcasm. His tattooed hand drops lower on your back, causing your breath to hitch in your mouth.

The music suddenly muffles out as you focus on Jungkook’s finger dipping into the waistband of your skirt. "You look pretty," he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Where’s your halo, baby?" he says, pulling on your perfectly curled hair, making you look up at him. "Lost it while I was dancing," you pout, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.

You’ve never understood when people said, “home could be a person,” but you hundred percent get it now. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you melt into his embrace, your limbs relaxing—inhaling his scent. Your brain suddenly shuts down, not thinking about anything besides him, the moment he wraps his arms over your shoulders, dropping his lips on the crown of your head, leaving a soft kiss there.

"Don’t smile," you jut out, peeping your head up to see the small curved smile displayed on his face. "Why not?" he pokes, amusement clear in his face as his smile widens, deepening his dimples.

"Stop," you giggle, placing a small hand over his face.

"What?" he chuckles, getting a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a kiss before letting it hang beside you. "Your dimples are showing, and they’re only mine to see. Bitches love dimples," you say, only making him smile more.

Anyone else who saw Jungkook smiling all giddy at you would know better than to poke fun at him—but it was rare to see Jungkook smiling and laughing so casually out in the open. Behind closed doors, Jungkook was the epitome of a teddy bear; he loved head and back scratches and loved being a little spoon, all contrary to his dark clothes, cigarettes hanging from his mouth, and the heavy amount of alcohol he could consume.

"Be a good boyfriend and stop smiling, please," you quip, untangling from his embrace and looking around for Dahlia, only to be met with her making out with Taehyung on the countertop.

"I’m not your boyfriend, angel," Jungkook says beside you, putting a hand over your shoulders, taking a chug out of his beer.

"Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot. You’re my bitch," you turn to look at him, a mischievous smile on your face, which has him playfully rolling his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch before he took his arm off your shoulder, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette.

"Let’s go outside," he holds out his hand, which you don’t think twice before intertwining yours with his. You feel giddy as you walk past the crowd holding his hand, as he leads you outside. You hated how many small moments like this had you wanting more from him, knowing this is the most he could ever give you. Jungkook had walls larger than the walls of China. You tried your hardest to stand up on your tiptoes and look. But whenever you got a sneak peek from what's inside, Jungkook built them right back up.

Ever since sophomore year of high school, you had the hugest crush on Jungkook, and you knew deep down he did too, but he never said anything all these years. It was embarrassing how you found yourself waiting for him—you couldn’t help it; your heart basically beat for him.

As you both reach a tall seat wall, before you know it, he's picking you up and placing you on the cold brick wall. Goosebumps appear on your bare thighs while he rubs his warm, calloused hands up and down.

"Cold," you whine, looking down at your angel costume—the white, flowy short skirt, your long white knee-high socks with the tall heels. And don’t forget your lace white top that kept getting tangled with your belly piercing. "I know ways to keep you warm," Jungkook waggles his eyebrows, moving closer to you. You feel his hands on your knees, opening your legs before he steps in between them. The closeness was something you were used to—the cheek kisses, the hand on your thigh, but never this. He was too close to your face—you could feel his warm breath whenever he would breathe. You felt your chest heave as everything you wanted was for him to put his lips on yours. Jungkook's face moved closer in.

You felt your heart stop in your chest almost abruptly. If it wasn't for his face millimeters away from yours, you would think you just had a heart attack.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, waiting for his lips to make contact with yours, but you're met with nothing. Then you feel the warmth of his hand on your thighs disappear, and the same with his body between your legs. You open your eyes to be met with Jungkook lighting up a joint instead of a cigarette. Before you could stop yourself, you pull it out of his mouth with a hard tug.

"What the fuck," Jungkook says, an unreadable expression on his face when he looks at you. "Are you fucking serious?" Your eyebrows furrow as you throw the rolled-up paper somewhere far—jumping down the wall. Your heels click on the pavement as you walk closer to him. The heels didn't do anything for you, as you still had to look up at him to meet his eyes.

"You said you’d stop," your voice cracks like your heart, as you push on his chest.

"It's just weed," Jungkook lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That's what you said at first then you ended up in my room, high off oxy. So don't tell me it's just weed, Jungkook," you shove him, sending him tumbling backward.

The knock on your window sends your soul leaping out of your body. The sight of your favorite boy outside has your heart beating faster—it's past midnight, so seeing him there sends a different feeling down your body.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” You ask, opening the window to let him climb in. His eyes don’t meet yours as he walks in and sits on your bed, watching you close the window.

“Just wanted to see you,” Jungkook mumbles softly, his voice raspy.

“Well... hi,” you say as you drop beside him on your bed. “Hi,” he says, his eyes avoiding eye contact as he looks down at his twiddling fingers.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry picking up as your hand moves to his cheek. His skin is hot under your palm as you move his face to look at you.

The moment his eyes lock with yours, you feel as if the ground disappears beneath you. Jungkook's eyes are unnervingly vacant, the pupils dilated into enlarged black circles.

“What did you take?” Your voice cracks, holding his face in your hands as he slumps into you. “Baby... don’t be mad,” he slurs, his eyes fluttering closed—your hand immediately goes to his heart, finding his heartbeat. This isn’t the first time this has happened; it’s a repeating cycle where he gets high, ends up at your house, and you hear every apology in the book, but it doesn’t mean anything since he’d do it again. The new thing is you don’t yell anymore; instead, you feel the tears start rolling down your face.

“Fuck. Don’t cry. Yell at me, be mad,” Jungkook slurs, trying to reach for you, only for his arm to drop beside him.

“I can’t...” you sob, “why do you do this?” Another sob racks through your body as you pull him into your chest in a hug. His body is limp in your arms.

“Baby... I’m so fucking sorry,” he groans into your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm down. “I love you,” he whispers, and you feel like you can’t breathe as another sob breaks out of you.

“Tell me when you’re sober,” you sniffle, knowing he wouldn’t remember in the morning, laying him down onto your bed and placing the pink covers over his shaking body. You know you’re just feeding into the cycle, but right now all you can do is cry. You prefer him in the safety of your room instead of outside on the streets. So instead, you wrap your arms around him and pray to god he’ll be okay.

“Why do you give a fuck about what I do?” Jungkook scoffs, “it’s none of your business,” he continues, but now it’s your turn to scoff.

“Right, it’s none of my business, asshole,” you throw out.

“You just don’t get it, do you? I’m not good for you,” Jungkook says, his tone much higher than he had anticipated. “I don’t give a fuck, I want you. Don’t you get that,” you frustratedly point your finger into his chest, almost annoyed that he still didn’t get it.

“You want this?” He motions between us, “us fighting all the time, because that’s all we do,” Jungkook scowls, the hard expression on his face has your heart shattering—you almost even hear the cracks as he continues to talk.

“I don’t need you being all up in my business; you’re not my mother,” Jungkook says, letting out a sigh of frustration—rubbing a hand over his face. “I care about you,” you say, looking at him, your voice betraying you as it cracks, again.

“Don’t,” he steps backwards, a shaky laugh escaping him as he avoids meeting your eyes. “Why?” You find yourself asking, making his head snap to look at you.

“Why what?” He asks, brows furrowed as he locks eyes with yours.

“Why did you lead me on then? If you don’t want me,” you ask, wrapping your hands over your waist, feeling vulnerable out in the open as you lay your heart in front of the man you were in love with. He had two choices, break it or carefully pick it up and lock it somewhere safe. You were praying he would pick option two—instead, he decided on the first option.

“What other reason would there be?” Jungkook says, his tone low, stepping closer to you, backing you into the brick wall. Your eyes move to his lips then back to his eyes.

“Maybe because you so easily would open your legs for me. All I have to do is ask,” he spits out. Before you know it, your hand is making contact with his cheek.

“Fuck you,” your teeth clench as you feel a tear stream down your face, “and this is why you shouldn’t want me,” Jungkook clicks his tongue before stepping away from you— a pained expression on his face.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Come back,” you hurriedly say as your eyes fill with tears, watching him walk away into the dark street.

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timeoutsoup · 1 year

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Dig You A Grave part 3

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 prompt

Danny has no idea how his furry little house guest got to school, or why she was in the cafeteria, but right now he didn’t really care. Only about half of the people in the lunchroom escaped before Lunch Lady sealed the doors, trapping a lot of students and faculty. Danny had nowhere to transform and was running out of time.

While trying to think of a plan he heard the ghostly woman scream with outrage. Peeking out from one of the overturned tables, he can see Teekl sitting off to the side of the room, in one of the hard plastic chairs, just watching everything go down.

Danny’s mind completely changed course when she had threatened to turn his favorite feline into meatloaf.

He saw red.

He broke off a rusted piece of the table. He could tell it was iron from the way it made his skin tingle. Perfect.

Danny also grabbed the thermos from his bag, slinging it over his shoulder by the strap, before dashing for Teekl. across the room. Danny dodged mounds of meat, toppled tables and chairs. He chucked the iron table piece at the demented woman, not stopping to check if it hit, but from the sound of her pained wail, his aim was fine.

Reaching Teekl, he grabbed her and made it to safety behind another table. Checking to make sure she was unharmed, Danny broke off another piece of iron, and looked to where Lunch Lady was. She was in the center of the room whipping her head back and forth, searching for something, hand covering one of her eyes.

Counting his blessings with his throw, the halfa noticed a mound of meat behind her that he could use to his advantage, if his new idea worked. It was risky but she had threatened this precious fluff ball, so it was personal.

Ducking down, using the destruction as coverage, Danny slipped the backside of the large meat mound. He grabbed a tray and used his powers to jump on top of it, standing on the tray. He readied the new piece of iron, chucking it at the Lunch Lady. She screamed again as it hit its mark. Before she could react, Danny uncapped the thermos and sucked her in.

In all the commotion he didn’t hear the cafeteria doors being thrown open, nor did he notice the guy, who tried to ask out a few days ago enter.

Capping the thermos, Danny cleared his throat. “I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

The lunchroom was silent, everyone just staring at Danny trying to figure out what just happened. It was Dash of all people who broke the silence. “Yeah, okay. Won’t touch the cat. Got it.”

Danny hadn’t noticed Dash and Kwan were behind the second table he used as cover, too busy checking on Teekl. They had watched him break off a piece of metal, with almost no effort, and then proceeded to take down a ghost, all because she had threatened the cat currently purring in the nerd’s arms. Dash and Kwan were not the smartest in the school, but they knew when to leave well enough alone. Also, if anyone could figure out how to stuff a human into a thermos, it would be a Fenton.

Danny descended the mound of meat, keeping Teekl safe in his arms. He quickly put the thermos in his bag, grabbing the rest of his belongings, and made a beeline for the exit. He needed to get Teekl back to his house and send Lunch Lady back to the ghost zone.

In his haste he still didn’t notice the stunned witch boy as he passed.

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Klarion was rarely left speechless, but the scene unfolding before did. His thoughts were racing as the young man holding Teekl raced past him. It was then that the Lord of Chaos, noticed the death magic, power and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, emanated from the interesting being that just passed him, holding tight to his familiar… TEEKL!

Spinning on his heel, Klarion raced after the boy, down the abandoned halls of the school. He finally caught up with them just past the steps.

“Wait! You have something of mine!” Klarion states as he grabs Danny’s shoulder.

Danny stops in his tracks and turns to look at whomever had just grabbed him.

“Um, hi? I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.” Danny says as he takes in the state of the other guy. He looked tired and stress out.

Klarion raised an eyebrow before letting go of his shoulder and pointing to Teekl.

Danny looked down and realized that the devil horned guy in front of him was referring to the cat in his arms. Embarrassment flushed his face as he put two and two together.

“Oh. You must be Teekl’s person.” Danny murmured and Klarion just nodded. Then dread flooded the halfa. “I promise I didn’t put her in any danger. I don’t even know how she got to my school. I left her curled up on my bed this morning. Then all of a sudden, she is sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, being threatened to be turned into meatloaf by a ghost.”

Klarion snickered at the flustered explanation he was being given but took pity on the guy. “Don’t worry … I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, it’s Danny.”

“Lovely to finally have a name with your face. I am Klarion and as I was saying, don’t worry Danny, Teekl is a very smart, very talented cat and she loves to cause mischief. I would like to know how she came to be in you possession though.” The witch boy inquired as he opened his arms and his familiar jumped into them.

Danny looked down at his now empty arms and began to feel a sense of loss. Shaking his head to clear the emotions that were building. He could deal with them later, now wasn’t the best time. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain.

“Well after that speedster left me on the opposite side of town, I made my way back, but everything was over by the time I arrived. Loved the damage you did. Top tier destruction. It’s going to take forever to fix everything and cost a pretty penny. But back to your question. I found Teekl injured in an alleyway nearby, she let me pick her up, so I scooped her up and took her to the nearest vet. They patched her up, and said it was mostly just bumps and bruises, but they kept her overnight for observation. The next day I called to check on her, and no one had claimed her, so they asked me to be a foster. Oh, don’t worry about the bill, my friend Sam took care of it.”

“I wasn’t but thank you. Please continue”

“Okay. So where was I, oh yeah…. So, me and my friends went to the pet store and bought stuff so I could look after her. Then I went to pick her up, and I took her home with me. Teekl just hung out with me most of the weekend, and then today I got up, went to school and you’re caught up now.” Danny finished awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

Klarion looked down at Teekl and smiled softly. He understood why she stayed. This Danny was funny and chaotic, but most importantly, he was kind to an injured animal he had no responsibility too. He then thought of the light who hadn’t cared that Teekl was missing, and instead tried to give him another mission.

When the young Chaos Lord first started with them, it had been fun and exciting, but now it was more of a chore dealing with them. They weren’t even chaotic. They wanted order…Ew. Klarion had been considering leaving for a while and now he has found an interesting town, with an even more interesting boy, who likes his cat. He could always use more friends, especially since Tim was so busy being a hero. Maybe if he hangs out here for a bit he and Danny could become friends.

“I must thank you properly for saving my beloved familiar. Teekl means the world to me.”

“Oh, no need to do that. She was a delight to look after.”

“No, I must insist, besides she usually hates everyone who isn’t me. I trust her judgment, if she likes you then I might like you, and I could do with a few more friends. Come, let’s get some food, since yours was ruined.” Klarion said as he turned and began to walk away, this time leaving Danny stunned. He stopped and gestured for the other to follow.

Danny jogged to catch up to them. “Um, Klarion, what did you have in mind for food?”

“I will know it when I see it.”

“You have no idea where you are going, do you?” Danny sighed.

“Not a clue but it is more fun this way. Who wants to do the same thing every day. Rules, schedules, order are all so boring. Let’s try something new.”

Danny shrugged. It seemed logical to him. He continued to follow the shorter teen through the streets of Amity.

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 1 year

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May you do some rottmnt boys headcannons for how they would react if Draxum tells them that they were y/n pet turtle before he stole and mutated them

It feels weird to write this with a romantic relationship so Im going to make this plutonic.

Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey finding out there are the readers old pet.

🐢 Anime boy backstory 🐢

Before Draxum started the mutation process, before he got ahold of Splinter, he needed some actual test subjects. You where an average New Yorker, you went to school and had a part time job and even had some unique pets that you where very attached to.

A alligator snapping turtle, a softshell, a red eared slider and a little box turtle. Draxum took interest in you because of your pets. Huginn and Muninn where sent out to find the perfect animals to mutate, that's when you where targeted by him.

On your way home from a trip to the vet to check up on your little guys health you got jumped. There was no possible way to get out but you where not about to leave your pets. You tried to run but after being picked up by Draxum's vines you got thrown against a wall, passing out. When you woke up your beloved pets where gone.

Raphael

★ He was the one who tracked you down after Draxum told him he once was someone's pet. It was kinda awkward expanding everything to you but after introducing himself you immediately pulled him in for a hug.

★ He kinda gets protective of you. But not from other people! Just in general, you took care of him when he was small. It's only fair that he does the same for you.

★ You and Raph end up being the responsible ones in there little family. The difference between getting in trouble with You instead of Raph is that you always lecture them for at least an hour. Also you get to say stuff like "I raised you better than this."

★ You get invited to every family movie night and everyone fights over who gets to sit next to you because you always cuddle with the closest person. turtle?

Leonardo

★ The reaction he had was similar to the one in in the gif above ⬆️. Yes, he was a plane old turtle once but it took him by surprise when it came out that he was a pet.

★ He's a total lap dog towards you, and only you. There's no getting out of it. He'd walk up to you and plop himself down on your lap and look up. You always give in and give him shell stitches. It's not weird if it's from you, okay!

★ His brothers collectively agree that you are now basically his babysitter. He gets into a fair amount of trouble, imagen Raphael saying "if you don't stop I'm telling y/n!" Or being the one who now yells at him after making bad discussions instead of raph.

Donatello

★ Blank face before quietly saying "What?" He knew that he was just a regular softshell but surprisingly he never thought about where he came from before getting mutated.

★ He gives you random tests on your knowledge of softshell turtles. Like you could be folding laundry and he'd just say "what is the proper temperature for a softshell turtle enclosure?" He does this to try and figure out if you where a good pet owner. He's come to the conclusion that you where a pretty good pet owner.

★ He wonders about what could've happened if Draxum never stole him and his brothers from you. Things could've turned out way differently, the thought comes back to him every once I awhile.

★ You know things about him that nobody else knows, like where he likes to be pet on his shell. But he refused to believe you without any proof. He is only slightly embarrassed when you demonstrate for him.

Michelangelo

★ *New parent acquired* He got really excited and asked a ton of questions. Did you get him from a pet store? How much did he cost? Do you still have his old habit??? He needs to know theses things!

★ If you have any photos of him and is brothers as regular turtles he's going to ask for copy's. Don't tell anyone but he's working on a family album in his free time.

★ You are now his older sister figure, no you aren't getting out of it. He comes to you when he needs help or has a problem with something or someone. He says that he inherited your kindness even though it doesn't work that way.

★He lowkey love's it when you pamper him like he is still your pet turtle. Doesn't matter if he's a big guy now! He wants chin scratches and lap pillows. Also he makes Draxum apologize for what he did to you.

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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thinking about Scara and you being on a mission, you and your group set up camp but you felt safer sleeping with him after he saved you earlier, hell scoff and tell he didn’t want to do it (he did) and that your stupid for wanting to sleep with him, but you end up being on his chest as he does work, snoozing you accidentally move ur knee down there, he’ll wake you up and tell you this is your test isn’t it? Getting him hard while you sleeping on him so easy to take right there and then

Ya the rest of the camp heard you guys go all night

#3) BOSS SCARA X F! ASSISTANT/BODYGUARD READER.

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FT: Teasing, fingering. Part 1!

The abyss, A world within the cosmos of space and time. You've only been their once and that was with your sensei, the strongest human in the world. Il Capitano. Of course, you've seen the horrors, monsters and demons you've never heard of. But to your boss this was nothing. If only you knew that sooner when you were ambushed by a group of abyss lectors while the rest of the group scara was forced to bring along went ahead to set up camp.

You were thrown back after being stabbed through your shoulder. You fell back with a loud thud. The lector charged at you. You we're petrified in fear. You've never been attacked like this before and left in such pained state so fast. All you could do was hold out your weapon in fear, covering you face and closing your eyes as your body trembled with each breath you took. In a instant there was a bright flash of white light, as if all time stoped. You slowly opened your eyes with a view of nothing but red and black ash. Not a enemy was in sight. You sighed with relief. Only to be greeted by a familiar face walking towards you.

"K-kuni.. You saved me!" You got up with a short groan from the stinging pain within your shoulder and hugged him. He sighed. "I turn my eyes for one second because here I thought you we're going to put on some sort of show for me y/n. Or is that something you can only do when you want me?" You pulled away from the one sided hug while he looked you up and down. "Ugh humans really are irritating....... the fuck happened to your shoulder?" He rushed over to you to look at the wound. That was a surprise. Usually he'd just tell you to go patch up somewhere or walk it off. "You fucking idiot. You see how close you got hit towards your neck? What. Did you let that shit hit you?" He sat you down against the boulder to tend to your wound, sterilizing it and wrapping it too stop further infection. You giggled at how focused he was on making sure you we're okay. "Now who's the assistant Kuni?" He blushed and got closer to you "Its still you stupid. And it was nothing- Just need one less liability around here." He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and then helped you up. "did that hurt?" "N-no kuni" you stuttered. "Good. Because im not walking you all the fucking way there." ((he did))

It was the middle of the night in the camp and everyone slept in shifts, except your boss. You offered to stay up but scara insisted you got your rest. despite that, you just couldnt sleep. You got up and peaked out through your tent before leaving to see if anyone noticed. The coast was clear and you headed to scara's tent. Inside, your boss was busy writing informs to give back to 'his excellency, The shogun' on the progress of your mission. If only she for once came along to see his new technique of the Musou no Hitotachi. He sighed and looked up to notice a shadow appearing from the outside of the tent.

"Come in. Don't waste my time." He was a little caught off guard to see your sleepy form infront of him. "Oh great its you." He said sarcastically. "My lo- I mean. Kuni.. I..I dont feel safe tonight.." "Safe? what do you mean you dont 'feel safe?' is their not anyone on fucking guard outside?" He began to get up. "N-no kuni! Its not that.. im just.. A little shook up from earlier... I never got..Hurt like that before." "Oh really? So the ever so strong y/n never got injured before? Want me to read you a bedtime story~" He said teasingly but stopped after realizing you just held your head down in shame. "God your so sensitive sometimes its annoying. Come here." You walked towards him. "K...kuni... Can i sleep with you tonight...?" "With me? That sounds stupid. I have important things to do y/n." "But kuni~ I wont bother you I promise. I love being with you. You make me feel so safe." Something about you saying that changed his mood through a 180. "Fine. Just dont fucking bother me." He patted on his lap for you to sit, And you gladly did.

You sunk into his warm embrace, Wrapping your hands around him while having nothing but a view of his back and the mesmerizing katana he used to save you with earlier. It was true. Always sitting with kuni or being by his side made you feel so safe despite both of your roles in society. The dead silence around the camp. The quiet tsks and sighs you heard from him with you wrapped around him. Along with the strokes of his pen. Slowly but surely, you fell asleep to the rhythm of his body moving up and down as he breathed.

Smutt

"Alright. I'm done with my work. You can move now" He tapped you but you were sound asleep. Your body looked so peaceful resting on him. Usually your either on guard while he's sleep or finishing work. The two of you never had a chance to ACTUALLY sleep together. The times you wanted to, scara was always so dismissive of it. But now he enjoyed it. And was a little aroused. He tried to adjust and get more comfortable but your knee ended up shifting around his crotch. Fuck, now he was getting turned on. Remembering The way you'd grind your body against him while he laid in bed. How you'd breathe out how much you want him. God he could take you on right now. He tapped your shoulder again "Wake up y/n." You shuffled around, now your ass was against his crotch. "Huh...k-kuni what's wronggg..I was sleepingg"

"your trying to test me right now y/n?" "What...?"

"you wanted to see how hard your master gets when your on top of him.." He whispered in your ear while cupping your ass with his hand. "No.. Kuni I just wanted to sleep with you~" "you are going to sleep with me y/n."

"That's it y/n.. grind on your master like that. Wanna feel that wet pussy all over my cock...fuck..." You shifted on him back and forth. "K-kuni! Don't be so loud or the others will-" he cut you off "I don't fucking care. Let them hear how well my pet is making me feel good" Kuni pulled you into a kiss and you began to shift your hand under his suit, playing with the buttons. "Ah my little pet is so eager to touch me huh? So this was your test for master?~" "..shut up.." he pulled away from the kiss and picked you up, laying you against the table. Giving you a perfect view while he stripped for you. "Shit I love it when you look at me like that. How that pure and innocent facade of yours dies. You really are a slut for me y/n" now it was your turn, but you we're injured so Kuni took your clothes off for you. Examining your body. "Fuck you look so good on the table like that." He brought himself down towards your neck and whispered in your ear while shifting his other hand down to your pussy, inserting 2 fingers. "How about I call one of those pathetic soldiers in here. So they can watch as I cum inside of you. You want that pet?" "aH~ n-no kuni I don't want it~" "you don't baby? I want them to fucking see how they'll never have you, how much you only love daddy's cock. How much I make you fucking beg for me." he began to speed up his pace as his tone turned aggressive. The ecstacy burned through your body. "PLEASE K-KUNI~ YOUR GOING TOO FAST~" "oh yeah baby? Please what? Do you wanna cum?"

"Y-YES KUNI~" "Then beg for me. Beg to cum on daddy's fingers." "AH~ P-PLEASE MASTER~ PLEASE LET ME CUM. I WANT IT~ " Fuck yes Then cum for me pet, squirt all over daddy's fingers. Be my good girl" You let out a loud moan as your cum leaked onto your masters fingers. He pulled away from you while licking his hand clean. "You taste so fucking good y/n. This pussy is all mine." Scara examined your beautiful body once more, how tired you already we're from his fingers. "Let daddy feel those tits of yours y/n" he climbed ontop of you once more on the table and began shifting his hands around your boobs. Caressing them, then rubbing his thumb around your nipple "K-kuni~ be gentle please~" he laughed "Gentle? Is my little slut sensitive around her nipples?" You looked away. "Mmm I don't think daddy can be gentle right now. Wanted to touch these tits of yours for so long, ever since I first fucking saw you, wanted' to cum right on them so fucking hard." "Shit.. as soon as your shoulder feels better I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

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catoslvt · 10 months

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Gally (tmr) x Reader

You were the first person to come up. It starts with a girl and ends with a girl.

Not together.

I stand with furrowed eyebrows as I watch gally stand and laugh with everyone.

Out of an entire maze with forty-four gladers, it's safe to say I only hate one.

Gally.

But I don't actually hate him, I actually really love him, but for some unknown reason, we act as if we're sworn enemies, but we both know that's not true.

But today, our forty fourth glader came up, so I suppose I should act happy with everyone.

As I slowly approach the group, I watch as Gally quickly realises I'm approaching and straightens his posture and crosses his arms, he always does this and I'm not sure why, I normally just put it down to me being the leader here.

"Hey guys, has anyone seen the new greenie?" I quiz and everyone shakes their head.

"Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on him?" Gally asks as he raises an eyebrow at me.

"I thought Alby was, but he's clearly here." I say as I motion to Alby, who's stood with Clint and Jeff as they both advise him to stop drinking, usually at the bonfire for the new greenie, alby doesn't drink, but when we hit the forty mark he stopped caring, realising that we're probably not getting out of here any time soon.

Suddenly, my attention is snapped to screaming coming from the deadheads, and I take off in a sprint towards the screaming as it actually sounds terrifying, but I let out a groan of annoyance when I realise its just Minho and Ben pranking the greenie, who stands doubled over with a heart over his chest.

"We're having a meeting first thing tomorrow." I tell them all as I point at them before I walk back to the party and Newt and I shush everyone.

"So guys, after something that just happened there, I've decided that we'll be having a meeting tomorrow morning first thing after breakfast, which is perfect because us runners have the day off tomorrow." I announce, and everyone groans and sighs, but Gally just sort of stares at me with a proud smile. Normally, I'd beg Alby to do the meeting announcements, but then I thought why should I?

I was the first person here, so people should respect me.

As I stand in front of everyone, I clear my throat.

"So, I'd like to clarify that there will be no scaring of the Greenies until they're used to the glade and have remembered their names." I say to everyone, and the new greenie nods. He hasn't remembered his name yet, but I'm assuming he'll figure it out by the end of today.

"But how? That isn't fair." Frankie complains and I motion around the room which is full of people.

"You have tons of other people to scare, but scaring the newcomers isn't fair. Don't want them dying of a heart attack before they've even remembered their names, right?" I ask, which earns a wave of laughter from more than half of the room, but the other guys just groan, the sexist guys.

"Why should I be taking orders from a girl?" One spits, I'm not looking at their faces so I don't know who.

"Because im the first in command?" I say confused.

"And what did Alby have to say about this?" Freddie, frankies possible twin brother by how alike they look ask and I turn to them and just shrug.

"I don't give two shucks about what alby thought, I'm the leader here. I don't need to run past my rules to anyone apart from myself." I state, and they both just scoff.

"Yeah, they put a girl in charge and were still stuck in the maze. Maybe they should put Alby in charge. We'd get out of here much faster." Frankie growls, and everyone turns to him almost in shock.

"Okay, frankie, how would you feel if you were the leader here? You had all these responsibilities thrown on you, half of the things you don't even understand? How would you feel if you had to juggle being a runner and being in command? You couldn't handle one day in my shoes, so just slim it." I warn and they both laugh.

"Go ahead, put me in charge. We don't need some useless girl like you in charge. Makes sense on why there's forty-three of us and only one of you." He then adds and that's when I lose it.

"I said slim it, one more word out of either of you, and it'll be three days in the slammer with no food." I threaten, pointing a finger stern at them.

"She's losing the soon she's threatening us how scary." Freddie cries and I throw my hands up in anger.

"You know what? If you think it's so easy being first in command, then you can take my job. I don't shucking want it." I spit before I push through the group of boys and leave the meeting hut, walking towards the deadheads.

Once I found my usual spot where I sit to clear my mind, I hear footsteps approaching, and I expect to year either frankie or Freddie continuing the argument, but instead I hear newt let out a little laugh.

"You will not believe what gally done back there." He ushers as he sits next to me, and I look at him and raise my eyebrows.

"Hm? What did he do?" I ask and he laughs again.

"He punched both of them, but you weren't there to punish him, and Alby and I pretended we didn't see it, so he can't get punished." Newt says, and I let out a laugh.

"Did he say anything before he hit them?" I gasp, my stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of gally someone for me.

"He said,'Will you two just shuck off and leave her alone? She doesn't deserve any of your cruel comments she does everything for everyone, and you two do nothing. One day, when we get out of here, you'll realise how much we need y/n.' And then he just punched both of them and stormed out." Newt explains and my eyes widen.

"I should thank him. Where did he go?" I exclaim and Newt thinks for a second.

"Towards the builders area." Newt answers.

"Great! Thanks, newt." I happily gasp before I jump up and begin running towards where the builders work, quickly slowing my running speed to a normal walking pace when I see gally throwing bricks at the ground.

"Gally." I say as I slowly approach him, and he drops the bricks and stares at me.

"How long do I have in the slammer?" He grumbles, and I shake my head.

"You're not going in the slammer gally, I didn't see it, and Alby and Newt both turned a blind eye to it, so technically, it didn't happen." I say and he just nods.

"So gally, why did you do it? I mean, I thought you'd be on their side with how much you hate me." I then ask and he just stares at me.

"You know I don't hate you, and they had no right to say those things, I mean, we've survived this long because of you, we'd be nothing without you, and I could see that you were getting really annoyed. You shouldn't let those shanks get to you. They're just annoyed that you're the leader, and they're not." Gally says as he tries his best to give me a comforting smile.

"But what if I don't want to be in command anymore? I just want to be me." I say with a small frown.

"Then who would be in charge y/n? You're the best leader we could've asked for." Gally pushes and I shake my head.

"You're only saying that because I'm here in front of you, all the other times I was near you, you acted as if you didn't want me there gally, you're only saying all of this to get out of being put in the slammer." I tell him as I shake my head and he furrows his eyebrows as he steps closer to me.

"Y/n, I don't hate you." He tells me, and I just scoff.

"So what's with all of the glares? All of the mean comments?" I quiz, and he grabs my face and looks deep into my eyes, his stare sensing shivers down my spine.

"We both know the answer to that." He states and I shake my head.

"No, gally, I don't. I've never understood why you hate me, I've asked newt, but he doesn't know either, so why me? Why do you hate me." I exclaim, extremely frustrated and gally doesn't say anything, and instead, he leans in and kisses me, taking me by surprise, but I kiss back anyway my hands making their way around his neck as I pull him closer than ever, as close as we've ever been.

"That's why I acted as if I hated you y/n, because deep down I loved you, but I didn't want any of the other boys to know incase they got you before I did." Gally complains, and I stare at him, extremely confused. Before it hits me, gally would've been jealous.

"You should've just told me gally!" I exclaim as I then hit one of his shoulders out of pure outrage that he never told me.

"I didn't know you felt the same way. You returned the hatred feeling." Gally complains, and I let out a quiet chuckle.

"I was trying to make the feeling mutual." I argue, and he smiles.

"God, you're such a shank." He tells me before he kisses me again, my smile widening against his lips.

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zyonsay · 2 months

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Hey I wanted to ask if you could write a Yuki Tsunoda X male reader smut? :)

Maybe where the reader helps Yuki steam off after a bad race or something Yknow? I'm sorry I'm not that creative with ideas 😭

I hope you can make sense of it haha And if you don't want to write for him that's okay as well<3 (or if I didn't saw his name in the list for the people you don't write for, I apologise)

Pearl Necklace YT22

fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Maybe he needs to blow off some steam

Reader: Male

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Biting, Blood (Everything is consensual)

Now playing: 'Take me to Church' by Hozier

AN: Hello guys! This took longer than expected haha, but im kinda happy with the outcome. idk its 1 in the morning so i might be wrong lol. But anyways, first Yuki content on my blog!! love that <3 This somehow has me thinking of vampire Yuki......

Gloves flew through the garage, one landed on a stack of tires the other fell to the ground and was left there. He ran a hand trough his black strands, muttering something while walking down the pit lane. Some worried looks were thrown his way, but that only made him angrier. He didn’t need any pity, who did they think he was? He could swear that he felt his blood blubber and boil in his veins.

While fidgeting with the baseball cap in your hands, you closely watch the screen, a camera was being shoved in Yuki’s face. God, this feels like watching some stupid drama show and not a sports program. His now ungloved hands were balled into fists and his expression looked sour, or at least the look in his eyes did, since he was still wearing his helmet. With a swift movement Yuki escaped the media and made a run for the team hospitality, where you had been waiting for him. You would’ve watched the race from the pit wall, but a terrible headache had come over you. The sun was cruelly shining, and your headache just got worse, so you retreated inside to take some meds.

The door was closed, not so gently though. You heard muffled steps and the low rumble of your boyfriend. He was easygoing and a fun guy for sure, but he was also very critical of himself. Whenever he didn’t place well, Yuki always thought that it was his fault alone. A few moments pass and a head of raven hair peeked trough the door. With little to no care he slid of his shoes and kicked them aside before taking a few quick steps towards you. Knowing how he must feel you rushed off your chair and immediately into his arms. “Hey there.” The whisper that fell from your lips was very quiet, only you two could hear it. Well, there weren’t many people around anyways, but you still kept your voice low. His shoulders were tense and maybe it was your imagination, but he seemed to be shaking with anger. “I don’t wanna think about this bullshit right now.” Yuki scoffed slightly, his silky black hair was messed up from the balaclava and his eyes darted around the room in a nervous manner. He slid one of his hands behind your neck, like a threatening snake, but you know that he’ll always be careful with you. With a swift motion, he had pulled you into a kiss. It was hungry, even starving. There was a longing sensation in the way his breath trickled down your cheek, he wasn’t begging. He was demanding.

A soft gasp fell from your lips, then a small hum of pleasure slipped out too. His eyes darted up to yours, it almost seemed as if his pupils were dilated like a cat who had just discovered it’s prey. His hand came up from underneath your shirt and gripped your throat. Yuki’s body was pressed against yours, squishing you in between his warmth and the door of his driver’s room. Your blood was stirring and swirling around your veins, a tingly feeling had sat itself in your stomach. Admittedly, you felt bad for Yuki but something about him being furious is so irresistible. The thoughts in your head were shushed away by the growing feeling of dizziness, his hand hadn’t left your neck yet and you were struggling to get any air. A smile tugged at his lips, before he loosened his grip and pressed a few kisses along your jaw. Heavy breaths made your chest heave and sink, you gently pushed your boyfriend backwards. Your gaze darted towards his dark eyes. They were almost completely black, only from very close up you could see a hint of brown in them.

The back of Yuki’s legs hit his chair, which was pulled out from underneath the desk. He reached back and scooched the chair closer to him, and then sat down. He tauntingly tilted his head, waiting for your next move. His eyes were trained on yours, it almost seemed as if he was testing you. But you weren’t gonna let him have this. You too tilted your head, keeping eye contact with him. The driver’s rooms are small, so only a few steps were enough for you to stand right in front of him. His dark lashes fluttered while his characteristic smile spread over his face. “Come here.”, he whispered while gesturing to his lap. You were about to swing your leg over his, as he quickly turned around you your back was pressed closely to his chest. He reached around your torso and began unbuckling your belt. His lips lingered over your neck; his breath felt awfully hot on your skin. Yuki’s soft kisses quickly turned into love bites and his hand was teasing you trough your underwear. This was too much and too little at once, you could’ve exploded right there. In a swift motion, he had pulled down your boxers. The cold air hit your member and a shiver ran down your back, this made Yuki smile, you could feel it on your neck. His left hand massaged your thigh while his other one gently took your cock and began stroking it slowly. Way too slowly. Out of desperation you bucked into his hand, earning you a chuckle and a light slap on your thigh. A sweet whine escaped your throat, and you leaned your head back against Yuki’s shoulder. Your boyfriend hummed in approval, “Does that feel good?” Yes, it did. God, it was fucking incredible. Caught in a haze, you could only stammer out what seemed to resemble a weak ‘yes’. Soon after he sped up his movement, tightening his grip around your dick slightly, shortly after being rewarded loud gasps from you. He was enjoying this scene, it put him at ease. You were melting like putty in his hands, in moments like these he could do anything with you. This sense of control pleased him tremendously, but this was a mutual game.

Yuki bit down on your shoulder, leaving deep teeth marks in your skin. One day you would have to get those trending bitemark tattoos for sure. But for now, the pulsing raspberry redness was more than enough. Once again, he sped up and kept kissing your now sensitive, irritated skin. A hot, sweet feeling was pooling in your stomach. A stinging sharp pain surged through your neck. And before you knew-

-it had stopped. Yuki’s teeth were sunken deep into your skin, when he let off small droplets of blood began pooling in the dents his teeth had left. They were crimson red and looked like beautiful red pearls. You whined and winded in his touch, from pain, frustration but mostly from want. He delicately hummed before gently licking a long stripe from your shoulder up to your jaw, savoring the iron-like taste of your blood. “Love you.”, he whispered before he began jerking you off again.

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sexhaver · 3 months

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me n bailey marathoned the first season of this show over the last few days. some thoughts:

Alan Cumming, specifically his accent and wardrobe, are by far the highlights of this show. i sincerely hope someone has made an edit compiling all of his outfits without any of the actual gameplay, because he is consistently serving cunt

like just look at this

that being said i did keep seeing him as Fegan Floop from Spy Kids

oh right there's an actual game/competition component to this

im just gonna get this out of the way: the entire premise of the show is fundamentally flawed. they keep trying to make it sound like the three Traitors in the group are "backstabbing" and "working against" the Faithful (non-Traitors), but, like, everyone on the show (Traitor or Faithful) is competing for the exact same prize pool. it's not like The Mole (or any other social deduction game), where the secret evil team actually has different goals diametrically opposed to those of the good team and has to complete them without having anyone notice. here, the evil team just... votes on someone to "murder" every night. that's it.

to emphasize this point: the literal only thing that can ever give you away as a Traitor is being bad at lying/concealing guilt. there are ZERO gameplay differences between the goals of a Traitor and the goals of a Faithful, which means the arguments over who to vote for banishing are based entirely on "gut feelings"

nobody on the show has ever played a social deduction game before. late into the season, there's a day where all 3 Traitors are alive and it's down to 6 people total (so 3v3). anyone who has played Mafia/Werewolf/ToS/etc knows what this means: barring bullshit last-minute rules from the producers, it is quite literally impossible for the Traitors to lose, because none of them can be voted up. it takes 4 out of 6 votes to exile someone, and there are only 3 Faithful left. if no Traitor votes for another Traitor, then it is, again, literally impossible for a Traitor to be exiled. furthermore, if they all coordinate their votes on one Faithful, all they have to do is convince one of the remaining two Faithfuls to vote with them, and they instantly win $180k (split three ways). and hey, wouldn't you know it, one of the Faithfuls (Kate) was already really suspicious, and another one of the Faithfuls (Quentin) said out loud multiple times that he was voting for her!

so what do you think the Traitors did?

god this part pissed me off so much im having to pause for breathe while typing this. okay. so.

two of the Traitors voted for the third Traitor, who got voted off.

after being voted off, youre supposed to walk up to the Circle of Truth and reveal if you were a Traitor or not. the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was entirely too nice and gracious about it. me n bailey discussed this and came to the conclusion that we would either a) out the other Traitors on the stand and explain, using game theory and math, exactly how fucking stupid they are, completely ruining the game for them, or b) pretend to cry a little while walking up to the Circle of Truth but as soon as you walk behind the first other Traitor's chair you flip it over backwards and elbow drop their nose into their face while screaming "YOU STOLE $60K FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH"

also the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was very clearly autistic and Every Single Reason the other traitors gave for not liking him was like straight out of the DSM V diagnostic criteria ("he talks too loud and laughs weird", "he's got way too much energy all the time", "his emotional responses don't make sense")

apparently there's a season 2 but i cannot bring myself to watch it after seeing Christian thrown to the lions (ayyy Sunday school reference)

also at one point a Faithful has to leave because of COVID (this was filmed in 2020) so the producers don't let the Traitors murder anyone that night for balance reasons, but to compensate, they tell them they can like. write down three names that will be publicly revealed to everyone the next morning, and then one of those people dies the next night. so obviously this is mostly a nerf for the Traitors because they miss a night of killing someone, but the intention was clearly to give the Traitors an opportunity to sow confusion by putting one or two of their OWN names onto the list to make them seem like Faithfuls. and they even had an extra objective during that day's game where one of the three people could earn a "shield" to protect them that night, so if a Traitor was on the list, they could basically "steal" the shield from the other 2 (since they obviously weren't getting killed no matter what). but i think the Traitors heard "write down three names" and "kill" and had all the blood rush to their respective dicks because they just wrote three Faithfuls lmao. deeply unserious show

#the traitors

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stick-ball · 6 months

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Serious question, but how do you think Andrew being taller-tall would affect plot and in what way. I always have hard time seeing him as this steady image of safety mainly because of his size.

I am an Andrew lover first and foremost so I accept him in every shape and size he may come in xd

Okay, but seriously now. I think him being taller would've definitely altered some points of the plot. The first thing that comes to mind is his relationship with Neil. Neil from the get-go makes us aware that due to his father's abuse, he is scared of not only older but taller men. They read as a threat. If Andrew was a big guy and had not the puppy dog personality of Matt, Neil would probably have a much harder time trusting him or opening up to him. Their relationship might've gone differently. All of Andrew's actions would've been interpreted with distrust, as they are anyway at the start, but the root would be in a much deeper fear.

I also think that's crucial for Andrews character. He is, as you said, seen by us as the image of safety - but that's Neil's opinion. that's how he sees him. Most people look down on him, only those who are keenly aware danger is not always about brute strenght don't make fun of the red flag he comes waving around in every situation. Neil or Riko aren't tall either, so they know what kind of things he can still be capable of without the proper moral limitations. Kevin, Jean and Renee will know that to, due to their experiences.

Still, most people don't see him as a threat, or as strong, the size is a point of ridicule but also a point of tactical advantage for him. If they don't take you seriously they don't see you coming for them, do they? Add the label of "psychotic" which is also thrown around in contempt, on the edge if being a slur by some characters and there you go. He's not seen as strong, he's seen as a train running of the tracks, about to crash in a nearby town.

There are only a few that know better, as it usually is in life, which, proper advantage. I would say the only reason Andrew was on parole with the requirement for medication after he almost killed those 4 guys who attacked Nicky before the first book happens - instead of being locked up for it instead - was due to his size. If he was a big guy he would be treated much more harshly, especially with his previous criminal record.

Another thing this point brings up is how I read a couple posts in the past, where people thought it improbable that Drake managed to get Andrew concussed and at his mercy so easily in the Thangsgiving scene, since Andrew is supposed to be so strong. (This isn't criticism, im just giving my own outview)

Be that as it may, size does matter. Andrew is strong and dangerous for many, and he could best probably most of the people reading this in a fight no sweat. But you know what's the reason for that? He's prepared. He actually knows how to fight. There are scenes in canon and ec If im not mistaken, that bring it up. I've been trained in martial arts since I was 4 years old (on G-d no cap) and I can, and did, manage to take down many guys twice my size and strenght because of that - but that's because I was smarter, or quicker, or my technique and endurance was better. Andrew spars, Andrew has training while most people don't. Just because a guy is twice his size doesn't mean he actually knows how to use his body weight to land a solid punch, doesn't mean he has the instinct and proper form to block a fist coming at his side thats gonna push all air out of his lungs. So yeah, against people less trained than him, he has a chance.

Tw: discussion of the thanksgiving scene, psychological trauma, ambush situations.

But Drake is a marine. He has extensive training, worse - he has the tactical advantage of surprising him, and worst of all - the force of trauma that comes with being suddenly attacked by one of your worst fkn horrors. It's a ambush and he has every single ace up his sleeve. I've been in a situation like that once, so I can imagine the complete and utter short-circuit Andrew's brain must have gone in in those precious seconds that would give him an even chance against Drake. But then, Drake is as much a physical as psychological horror, and it's no wonder the fear that brings make Andrew spiral into dissociation as a coping mechanism.

End of the triggering stuff!

In the end, though, safety in my opinion is about more than physical strenght. Sometimes it's just having someone by your side even if there's no chance of making it to the other side. That type of support can make anyone keep going. And I think that more than anything else is what Neil sees him as. He is, to make it cliché, the lighthouse bringing him to the safety of shore in a midnight storm. (I will shut up now bcs the fever must be getting worse if im saying shit like this).

thank you for this ask, I live to talk about andrew minyard ❤️❤️❤️

#andrew minyard #andrew minyard headcanon #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard meta #neil josten #i play therapy guru agai #nora sakavic

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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Theo nott x reader

Academic rivals and you really need to de-stress good thing great minds think alike 😋✌️

Ps im a wee bit tipsy n idk how to think rn so let use our ✨imagination✨ I love yall xxox

You're in the Hogwarts library and you're super stressed. So stressed you can't focus and this isn't the moment for you to get side tracked especially when he's studying as hard as you if not harder than you.

In a corner nearby you hear a frustrated shout and the thudding of books being thrown. Getting up I cautiously look around the corner. By a set of empty tables is a hunched over figure running his hands through his hair. “Hey everything okay?” You ask shyly to walk up to them.

“No.” his voice is all too familiar. The voice that haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies. I pick up the books, setting them on the table. “I keep on getting distracted,” he admits. I can see the bags under his eyes, probably reflecting those under my eyes. In the low light of the library and the dark outside he looks like a ghost from the ancient times we study about. His skin glows warmly and his eyes are shadowed. I find my breath hitching in my throat as he looks up at me with a certain look in his eyes.

“If it helps I'm stressed I can't focus either,” you say helplessly. He pushes his chair back, his usually neat clothes are wrinkled, shirt pulled out and tie slightly undone. There's a sudden urge to fix it for him. Without a second thought my hand reaches out and pulls on his tie lightly loosening it. His deep eyes look at mine, surprised at me cold hands working his tie. Lowly I whisper to him, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He chuckles lightly, amused his hand rests on my waist. His tie finally undone and I keep hold of him. His proximity is electrifying. In the quiet of the library I can't seem to keep my thoughts from him.

As if he has read my mind he starts, “there's this. This. This thing, person, that I can't keep off my mind. Wherever I go, whenever I try to not to think about them they just Weaste their way into the very crevasse of my deepest-” his fingers dig in a little tighter, “-depraved parts of me.” I bite my bottom lip. “Your turn,” he says, eyes looking at my lips then back to my hooded eyes.

“Hmmm.” I hum, sleep deprived and drunk on the feeling of his possessive hold snaking its way under my shirt. His fingers holding on to my bare skin, burning that spot deliciously with his touch. “I feel, I don't know.. I feel tense and stressed. You see there's this guy,” his eyebrows prick up interested, “he consumes my thoughts to the point where I can't focus,” I aggressively plant my hand on his chest, smiling as I slip into his lap as he pulls me closer.

“Tell me who this guy is?” It's barely audible with the pulsing of blood in my ears.

“If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone, He's the only one that can help my dire situation,” I mockingly plead, a dark look comes over him. Underneath me he shifts himself holding me down to feel him securely.

“I can't promise anything,” his hot breath tickles my neck. Asmall kiss marks where his lips were. I try so hard not to moan in relife at the feeling of him. “But I can promise i can relive some of that… stress,” hes mi.iteres away from my lips. Our breaths are one and the same. I didn't have a single helpful thought before and I don't have one now. I kiss him. Our lips meet in a tangled mess of need and desperation. I needed this. His hands pushing me into him forcing all coherent thoughts of the test out of my kind for good.

#fem!reader #smut #matteo riddle #theo nott #x reader #dark academia #books & libraries #enimies to lovers #need you #hogwarts houses #library sex #slow burn #angst #kiss #draco malfoy #call of duty #simon ghost riley

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screaminglygay · 11 months

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third time is a charm, right? (part four)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: getting to know wanda and natasha must be wonderful, right?

warnings: swearing, bad flirting once again, hints of sexual themes

word count: 2.4k

an: hi! hello! im back, hopefully my wifi will work forever from now on. thank youuuu for all of your support, i love you guys so much!!! so sweet! 💞 💕 💞

(italica = your thoughts)

In the last three days you checked your phone like nine billion times, still nothing. Being frustrated is a weak word to use in this situation. You were furious, screen time on your phone went up by 89% as it almost hit the number of 13 hours per day. You could make a bet that you´ve seen every Instagram post, every latest information on twitter, in the second it was posted.

I am going to die, I swear. Did I just get ghosted again? Again?

You let out a big sigh, looking around your room makes you go back to reality as you notice the mess. Not just in your head, but also everywhere around your camp spot, for the past days. Seeing this doesn’t make you very happy, but you're really not in the mood to clean up this bomb situation.

Your phone buzzes.

Every thought bothered by the junk in your living room is now out of your mind at the same speed as it came in. Jumping for your phone wasn’t the smartest idea as you stab yourself with something, you grab it.

What the fuck? A fork?

The fork is being thrown away, landing somewhere between your box from take-out and dirty sleeping shirt.

Your phone buzzes again.

Finally, you took it and looked at your messages. Your eyes quickly scan who texted you. It´s Natasha.

Oh my god! It´s her! Yes! Celebrations!

You smiled to yourself as you did something like a cheerful winning dance. Knowing you´re alone, you went fully in with that dance moves. Clicking on the message so you can get some satisfaction makes your heart skips a beat.

Natasha🔥

<12:49>

Hey sweetheart! We´re at town, would be okay if we came to yours for a bit?

<12:50>

To talk of course 😉

Your cheeks immediately turn to a shade of pink. The heat makes you take off your hoodie, but it does not help at all, you stand up and start to walk around the messy room, dodging everything that lies on the floor. Looking back at the phone, your fingers quickly type your agreement.

They did not ghost me, nice.

Your phone buzzes one more time.

Natasha🔥

<12:55>

20 minutes and we will be there! xx

You look around and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. Typing quick “okay” as a reply must be enough, your brain can't type more than that as you're already smiling. Only happy thoughts in your head, the two gorgeous women are actually sent from heaven. Sitting back on the couch did not last long, you got back up as you noticed that the mess was still everywhere, and you had 20 minutes to clean it.

Shit.

You cursed yourself for being gay mess, literally. Being the clumsy you, it took you seven slip ups on your own clothes and three times spilling the same coffee cup to understand that you have zero chance of cleaning this in time.

Okay, come (Y/N), you’ve got this.

You look at the floor where the spilled coffee is slowly rolling to you.

Maybe I don’t.

The more you look around the more you feel trapped, the chaos on the ground surrounds you. You don´t even know where most of the things came from. Papers and books are scattered across the coffee table, empty snack wrappers the floor, and a pile of laundry has found its way onto the couch as well as on the ground, chair and somehow even on the kitchen counter. Taking off your rings sounds like a good first step.

Sigh.

Determined, you grab an old towel and luckily you find a bucket, so you fill it with soapy water, ready to clean it all. As you kneel, you can't help but wince at the sticky sensation as your hands encounter the wet mess. You start scrubbing aggressively, hoping to remove every trace of the many accidents. But the coffee spill is just the beginning. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the next task. You spot the papers first, and you quickly gather them up, trying to sort them into some order.

Burger king coupon? Where did i even get this?

You aim it from a distance, thinking you won't need to take the extra five steps to actually put it in the trashcan. Unexpectedly, your aim is much better than you thought it was possible. You grin with pride, quickly forgetting that you have work to do.

Okay, what´s next? Oh.

Rushing to the couch, you scoop up the pile of laundry, quickly folding and stacking them in a corner. It's not perfect, but it will have to do for now. Time ticks away, urging you to keep moving. The once cluttered floor now starts to regain its sense of space, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might finish in time.

But the clock continues to tick faster and faster, and there's still work to be done. You dart around the room, dusting off surfaces, straightening cushions, and rearranging misplaced items. Your hands move swiftly, almost instinctively, as you strive to restore order to your living room.

It doesn't look that bad. It looks like my old apartment... kinda-ish.

It's not perfect, but it's significantly improved. The spilled coffee has faded, the papers are neatly stacked, and the floor is no longer a minefield of wrappers and clothes. You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Quickly running to the bathroom, you take the first perfume and spray it in the living room. Breathing faster than you should you start coughing at the way too sweet perfume hitting your nose.

With only moments to spare, you make a final sprint to the front door, checking your appearance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself for your angel's arrival, hoping that they will see it as a normal apartment, despite the recent chaos that had occupied you and your living room.

Ding ding.

Oh my god, they are here! Okay, it´s happening. Everybody stay calm. Everybody stay calm down! Haha, office reference.

You giggle at your own thoughts as you peak at yourself one more time in the mirror, winking at yourself.

That was cringe.

You shake your head a little bit, trying to gain confidence you once definitely had somewhere. Quickly opening the door was one way ticket to gay panic once again. Your heart skips a beat as you take in their presence. Natasha, with her confident stance and piercing gaze, smiles as you open the door.

Beside her stands Wanda, radiating an otherworldly aura. Her expressive eyes hold a mixture of sweetness and authority at the same time.

Speechless for a moment, you find yourself in the presence of two ladies who probably have the superpower of looking heavenly in any circumstances. The gravity of their presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel hotter than from the world record cleaning you did just a minutes ago.

“Hello, pretty girl.” red head said.

“Hi! Hello, welcome!” You move to the side so they both can enter your apartment.

Welcome? What am I? A bellboy or something?

Closing the door, you let out a big sigh, trying to get your brain cells together to work as a team.

They both walk in, looking around the place you're living in. Trying to take small details about you, Wanda immediately looks at the pictures you have on the wall. Bunch of meaningfull and meaningless pictures together.

“Aww you look very cute here, is this your dog?” Wanda asks with a wide smile as she turns to look at you for a second and then she looks back on the pictures.

“Uh no, that was... Uh my friend´s dog.” You stutter a little bit, that caused Natasha to look at you straight away.

“Friend´s?” She comes closer to you. “I don’t like lying, sweetheart, do you love?” She tilts her head, and her beautiful eyes look at her girlfriend.

“Nope.” Wanda smirks already knowing what´s about to come, but still pays more attention to the pictures.

Natasha's eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and observant. Swallowing hard was another indicator for the older woman that you're not telling the whole truth.

“Technically it´s not a lie.” Your eyes squint a little bit.

Hearing Wanda let out a very adorable chuckle didn’t help you at all. But you don’t dare to look at her, you're still fixated on Natasha, who is watching you like a mother who is waiting for your explanation after being at a parent - teacher meeting.

“But practically we were uh more than friends...” you squint your eyes even more, biting the inside of your cheek as a replacement of fidgeting with your rings as you took them off while you were cleaning.

“You were?” She was playing with you, it was obvious, you knew it right away. Simply nodding wasn’t the answer here, but you suddenly lost your voice. It was like she caught it and with her big, muscular fist and didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

You clear your throat, hoping it would give you few milliseconds to think of an answer.

“That´s why the picture is ripped. He was uh also there, but I cut him off. I love his dog thought.” You try to laugh it off, but Natasha maintains the same face expression. “I call it my straight era.” another joke that actually worked this time.

All of you laughed at that statement.

Bingo. Mrs. Joker is back in the game. Oh gosh. Cringe, extra cringe. Calm down. Please and thank you.

“We all had that era.” Natasha added, while Wanda came back and nodded.

“I get it though, that dog is very cute.” she chuckled.

You smile at Wanda but hearing Natasha´s comment made you turn back to her.

“Oh, you did? Tell me more!” You smirked looking at Natasha, hoping she will tell you something about her “straight era”. “Pretty please!”

“Aw you have such a nice manners, darling. Okay, alright.” Natasha giggles. Wanda was already sitting down as she almost broke your arm dragging you with her as well. She pulled you towards her, so you were sitting on her lap.

“Oh... um I-” you blushed already feeling the warm feeling in your stomach.

“We need to train this a little, baby, you're just sitting in my lap now, can you imagine other things? You would explode.” Wanda winked at you, wrapping her hand around you, squeezing you a little tighter. As Natasha finally sits next to you on the couch, watching your interaction with Wanda.

After two hours of talking from your first boyfriends to your favorite episode of Scooby-Doo, you figure out both of them are not so different from you. Maybe Natasha owning a big motorcycle company and Wanda owning architectural corporation makes them richer than you, but besides that. You three are pretty similar. You have lots of things in common, reading, watching movies and shows, cooking, going on walks, cuddling.

Wanda and you were having the longest conversation about why Emily Dickinson is the best poet, while Natasha only knew she was very fruity and wrote a poetry, but she was admiring how you and her girlfriend were understanding each other so effortlessly without speaking like a normal human being. When the new topic finally came in, Natasha took the lead and asked you a bunch of questions about your favorite music. When she showed her playlist, you had to let out a big laugh.

“Taylor Swift, really?” you look at her, while you shift at Wandas lap to get a better look at her playlist.

“What? I don’t look like a Swiftie?” She acted like she was hurt by your words.

“Uh, no?” you laugh even more. “You look like a Nirvana kind of guy, Blink 182, Pink Floyd, but not a Swiftie, no.” you admit.

“When we started seeing each other I told her I like Taylor Swift, since then she is listening to her non-stop.” Wanda explained.

“See? That makes sense. Wanda...” you nod towards her “the ray of sunshine is a Swiftie and it make so much sense.”

“So just because I wear black that means I can't listen to Taylor?” She fights playfully back.

“I didn’t say you can't, I just meant that you... a motorcycle company owner who wears leather even as a pj´s won't just play Shake It Off in her shop.” you try to make your point.

“True. Because I think Shake It Off is a song that gets too much credit, just because it´s a simple pop. But something like Eyes open or Better Than Revenge would be great to play in there.” she smiles “Also I don’t think people would mind if I played anything like Lover, because sometimes you much rather hear a song that speaks to you, other than something that just sounds okay and has a lots of drums in it.” she finishes you off.

You don’t say anything at all, you just nod.

“It was your game and you still lost, baby.” Wanda teases you a bit.

“Okay, fine. Fair points, you won.” Even though you don’t want to, you admit it.

“Like I always do.” She moves closer and kisses your cheek.

You tense in Wanda´s arms.

“Relax, detka. We got you.” Wanda whispers in your ear, slowly moving her hands to your stomach as Natasha comes closer to you.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Relax, baby.” Natasha finally connects your lips together as she makes your mind empty. The gentle pressure of her lips against yours sparks a surge of warmth. Her touch evokes a tingly sensation that makes your heart skip a beat. The warmth and softness of her touch imprint upon your senses, etching a memory that you know will linger long after the kiss is over. But for now, her lips are in the perfect place, on yours. If this wasn’t enough, you feel other lips on your neck. As Wanda´s lips trail along your neck, a shiver dances down your spine, electrifying every inch of your being. The gentle press and release of the younger woman kisses unleash pleasure and vulnerability at the same time, leaving a mark, both physical and emotional on your neck.

Your brain is now overtaken by these two goddesses, leaving it empty as the first time you saw them.

That empty you don’t even realize that they didn’t need you to text them your address to find out where you live.

an2: let me know your thoughts on this and what should happen next! If i didn´t tag you, let me know as well and i´ll add you!!

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#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #third time is a charm right?#adele writes #wlw

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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Could you do another story where Hobie Brown gets a death like Gwen Stacy (hobie brown x female reader btw)

THANK YOU AND I LOVE LOVEEEE YOUR STORIESSSSS 😻😻

I needed this angst. I don’t know if you meant like reader being the dead one or reader being like there to help him? So I just made the reader the dead one 😭 BUT OFC IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY STORIESS

Character death, angst, instead of the lizard it’s a symbiote

Death

Hobie has never handled death well. He’s gone through so much of it, his uncle, some random people on the street he couldn’t save, you.

Hobie doesn’t like to talk about it either, which is why not a lot of people knew. Except for Pavitr maybe, who was there to help him when he needed it.

Hobie could’ve saved you, it’s his biggest regret every single day not saving you.

He missed waking up next to you, or hearing your voice. The only way he remembered your voice was when he’d lay down at night, scrolling through his phone.

ding

Spider squad

Gwendy🥁- you guys up for a movie tomorrow?

Hobie swiped up on the notification, ignoring it for now.

Pav 👾- Sure, what movie?

He groaned in annoyance at the notifications and swiped up again. His phone was cheap and didn’t exactly have a do not disturb option or even a silence button.

Miles🤺- Sure (￣▽￣)

Gwendy🥁- Hobie?

Pav👾- He said he’s busy tomorrow):

He stopped swiping at the notifications and thanked Pavitr in his head.

He was lying, Pavitr would probably be in his universe any second now-

“Yo, Hobie!” He called out, knocking on the door to his boat.

Hobie groaned again, standing up and answering the door.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He said tiredly, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.

“I was just wondering if you’re okay. You weren’t answering-“ he showed Hobie his phone an the messages.

“Oh, yeah, I was sleepin’. Sorry.”

Pavitr gave him an “are you serious?” look. He saw right through him.

“I’m fine.” He shrugged and opened the door more for Pavitr to come in. He stepped through the messy floor, avoiding the canned bottles and glass bottles of beer just thrown onto the ground.

“Hobie.. you need to clean up.”

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After the whole cleaning his boat thing, Pavitr said he had to go and finally Hobie was left alone.

He changed out of his jeans, shirt and jacket, and quickly started to go back on his phone.

His fingers stopped when he stumbled onto a post.

“We miss you so much. It’s been one year tomorrow. You’ll be forever in our hearts.”

Underneath there was a picture of you smiling widely, Hobie standing next to you with his hands on your back, with a small smile, looking at you with his eyes full of love. Along with your friend and her boyfriend next to you both.

Scrolling down some more he came across a photo of just you two. You were both smiling, and then in the one under, kissing.

He stared at the photo for a while, smiling at it slightly. Then he remembered that you were gone. You could never come back. And he should have checked on you.

It was senior prom, Hobie rambled off in your ear about how much he hated these things.

“You’ll be fine, Hobs.” You put your hand on his.

“It’s not that, you know, the public school system is-“

“Underfunded and treats kids poorly, and is worse than a prison? It’s okay to be nervous.

He stayed silent for a moment.

“Yeah, you’re right. Who cares anyways? We’re gonna be the schools hottest couple." He said with a small smirk on his face, you smiled and kissed him.

“No kissing in my car!” Your friend joked, making you all laugh.

Once you reached the school, you all stepped out and went inside, paying of course.

After an hour you felt odd… you looked down at your arm and saw a liquid goo climbing up your arm.

“Hey, hobes, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.. okay?”

“Yeah.” He said, giving you a small kiss before you left.

A few minutes later, That’s when a giant creature ran towards them all, everyone screaming and yelling.

Hobie narrowed his eyes and quickly changed, and fought the creature. The creature growled at him, and almost seemed like it was trying to not fight him. The creature put its hands up, the color on it turning a gray.

Hobie furrowed his eyebrows, and stopped what he was doing.

For some time, you regained control over it, until it started to get angry. It wasn’t you, it was like it was controlling you. The creature said “Stop.” In a deep voice

You suddenly no longer had control, and the creature started to attack your boyfriend. you desperately pleaded against it.

A ton of cop cars and ambulances made loud noises, making the creature stop and turn, the noises of the cars rang out and hurt the creatures more sensitive ears.

The creature slithered away, your body going limp and falling to the ground, Hobie catching you first.

“Wh… no, no, no, no, no, no.” He quickly held you now, on the floor.

“Hobie.. it’s not my fault. Hobie-“ you grabbed onto his suit tightly, he shushed you.

“I believe you, love. Sh. It’s okay..” he mumbled. “Stay with me, yeah? I’ll get you home.” He said, as quiet and calm as possible.

You looked at him, with a small smile and your hand was now on his cheek. He leaned into it and smiled.

“I love you.” You mumbled quietly, and that caused his eyes to go wide. Your eyes started to close and Hobie slapped you lightly.

He cried out your name, and the cops caught him doing so.

They were about to shoot when he ran away, giving you one last glance.

He would never forget that day, or the days he spent without you. His graduation, when he bought this place, when he got invited to the spider society shortly after.

Hobie brown had always been bad with death, but especially bad with handling yours.

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the1975attheirverybest · 5 months

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Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 5- Getting On My Nerves (Getting On My Knees)

Read all other chapters here

A/N: a dumpster fire.

Warnings: indulgent smut.

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"Yeah, yeah. That conversation is for a bit later. For now, tell me, you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“I beg your fuckin pardon?” Matty sprung up, fast,his attention focused for the first time in days. Amelia giggled, surprised that she enjoyed having that strong of an effect on him.

“What?” she looked him directly in the eyes. “Was it something I said?” She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should reveal more, her heart beating faster as she spoke, “I was just thinking that- since you’re, umm, since you’re having- pe- penissss….issues” she paused, her eyes looking to matty for any signs that she might be overstepping. How was she supposed to fuck him in the ass if she couldn’t even say the word ‘penis’ without breaking into a sweat? “Anyway….” she swallowed, “Dick isn’t everything. I read that the male body can have at least sixteen erogenous zones.”

“Erogenous zo- who are you?” Matty chuckled.

Amelia fixed her posture, standing up straighter, and erasing the doubt from her face as she proceeded. “What? You think you know everything about me just because-”

“Because I’ve taught you everything that you know about sex? Yeah, sort of.”

She blushed but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d thrown her off. “Excuse me,” she squeaked, moving to climb the bed, “you have not taught me everything I know.” her body hovered over his. “A good student never stops learning; seeking information; expanding their mind.”

Matty retreated, docile, as she inched closer. Her face so close to his, she kept herself propped up; with a hand on each side of him. she has a boyfriend, she has a boyfriend, she has a boyfriend, he reminded himself as his body begged to be touched by her.

“According to what I’ve read, the penis isn’t the only place a guy gets pleasure from. So, we shouldn’t just give up. Options are endless.”

“Oh?” Matty blurted out dumbly.

“You see, It’s about nerve endings.” Amelia smiled. “You’ve got them in your forehead” she pressed her lips delicately to his forehead. Matty’s skin prickled with goosebumps. “And in your eyelids” her voice soft, planting a gentle kiss to each of his eyelids as his eyes fluttered shut. “Your mouth and lips.”

Matty’s breath quickened, he hummed when she kissed him, surprised that the kiss quickly deepened. The moment left him breathless and nearly brought tears to his eyes. He’s missed kissing her so much. It felt like bringing life back to his body, warmth spreading through him.

“The nape of your neck.” She mumbled into his skin, kissing it hungrily and grazing it with her teeth. Matty whimpered, panting already. His hand moved to rest on her back reflexively, as if trying to keep her pressed against him.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses all over his neck and jawline, Amelia pulled away to look into his eyes. “Pubic bone is an interesting one. Pretty much anywhere from under your belly button to your ass can be pretty sensitive. Shall we test that out?” her hands pulling at his underwear.

“I- umm…I want to, I just… don’t think-“

“Sorry, uhh…you’ve taught me better than this. I should check in with you first.” She smiled nervously. “New at this.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I- don’t think I-” Matty felt his heart race, his mouth turning dry, he struggled to breathe, to speak.

Amelia saw the panic in his face and began to withdraw.

“Matty? Everything alright?”

I wanna- erm- I wanna tap out… Is that okay?” He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and feeling the air enter his lungs again. “I’m sorry, im not saying- I’m not saying I don’t wanna have sex with you, I’m saying- I don’t even know. My head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“Talk to me, Matty. You used to be able to talk to me.”

“i don’t know how…. I don’t know how.”

Amelia felt helpless. That wasn’t how she envisioned the night going when she knocked on his door. She couldn’t get him to eat, she couldn’t get him to sleep, she can’t even give him a fuckin boner. They’ve had too many failed encounters lately. The persistent failure can’t be good for his already declining mental health. It wasn’t exactly encouraging for her either.

“It’s okay” she whispered, “it’s gonna be okay.” unsure if she believed her own words.

“Tell me something.” Matty pleaded. “Anything at all. Did- did you and Joshua go anywhere?”

As she relayed the excruciating details of her trip to California, Amelia’s fingers played with his hair, which seemed to calm him. Her sweet voice made him feel safe, to the point where he almost relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“It’s- uhh- getting late.” her fingers abruptly stopped scratching his head. “I just- don’t wanna leave you like this alone tonight.”

Then don’t, he thought. Don’t leave at all. Stay with me. Please. But he knew he had no right to ask that of her. So, he said, “don’t worry about me,” instead. “Seriously, Amelia, I’m fine. Just a bit down at the moment. Happens sometimes.” he offered her a sleepy smile. “You should- go. Get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

***

A nauseating feeling kept Amelia awake as she laid there, next to her sleeping boyfriend, all night long. She was grateful that Joshua had already been asleep when she came back from Matty’s room. She felt awful for keeping things from him. Frankly, it felt like she was keeping things from herself. She wasn’t even sure why she’d constantly found herself pulled in the direction of Matty’s room so often, and when she stopped to ask herself about it, she couldn’t come up with a specific, conscious reason. He’s her friend. He’s going through a difficult time. Of course she’d feel the need to check on him. But she wasn’t just checking on him. Did she still love him? Is it possible to still love someone and also start to develop a relationship with someone else? She didn’t know. What she did know, though, was the fact that she’d been honest with him about how she felt. And he didn’t reciprocate. She wrapped her arms around Joshua, pulling herself into him and closing her eyes.

***

Amelia blinked the blur away, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of day. She thought she heard her boyfriend tiptoeing around the room, and when she turned to lay on her back, she saw that he was, indeed, already awake and sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Smells good” she spoke, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Morning coffee, comin’ right up.” Joshua set his drink down in order to make her one.

“So, how’s Matty doing?” he asked, handing her the coffee. “You two have fun last night?”Her heart dropped at the mention of last night. “He’s….i don’t know.” She held onto her drink with both palms, warming them up as she took her first sip. “Kind of worried about him, honestly.”

“Oh?” Joshua walked into the bathroom, rummaging through the hotel complimentary toiletries for a razor. “He doesn’t like me very much, does he?” He called out from the bathroom.

Amelia slid her feet off the bed, finally touching the floor. “What?! Why? What makes you say that?” She rushed to the open bathroom door.

“Just….the way he sometimes looks at me. Which is a lot. He looks at me a lot. And I’m not sure why.”

Amelia giggled, “oh, that’s….just Matty. He has a tendency to come off a bit intense sometimes. But he means well, I promise. He’s the sweetest guy once you get to know him. You two should hang out!”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Think it’d be nice if you got to know him.” She smiled, walking over to him. “Morning.” She let him kiss her. “Do you mind if I invite him to breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” Joshua reached for the shaving cream and Amelia took that as her cue to back away from his face, returning to her coffee. “If he’s important to you, then, I think he and I should at least get acquainted.”

She beamed at him from the doorway, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you. I’ll text him right now.”

***

Matty had rushed out of bed in a daze, feet barely touching the ground as he flitted around the hotel room, getting dressed while he grinned from ear to ear, thinking about getting to spend time with Amelia and have a meal together. It was the first emotion he’d felt since getting off stage several days ago. Now that he'd made it outside of the comforting confines of his room, a slight, but persistent, sense of dread coursed through his veins. Everything felt overpowering; the soft ambient light of the hotel hallway, the mild beeping of the elevator as it climbed its way up and down. Matty found himself accurately aware, and wary, of everything around him. Already, the task of sitting through breakfast felt draining. The prospect of having to sit down, eat, drink, and make pleasant conversation, all while expending so much energy into not allowing his awareness of the feeling of air on his skin, his heart beating inside his chest, to distract him from Amelia and Joshua seemed an impossible achievement. The thought nearly paralyzed him.

He stood still, facing the elevators while the urge to turn around and walk back into his hotel suite ran through him. Ordinarily, whenever an urge like this overcame him, he would give into it. Take it as a sign that his mind and his body weren’t ready to be functional just yet. But he knew that if he went back inside now, this breakfast invitation would turn into yet another failure — one more thing he couldn’t bring himself to follow through on— and the weight of his present failures felt crushing enough. He wasn’t sure he could take one more. It would knock whatever remaining will to live right out of him, throw him right back down to rock bottom, make it that much harder for him to find the strength to leave his bed a second time. So, he took three painful deep breaths, and he pressed the elevator button.

He stepped into the elevator, fixing his hair in the mirror then feeling guilty for wanting to look good for her. When he arrived at the lobby, the elevator doors parted and he stepped out, looking for directions to the restaurant. There, he would find Amelia and Joshua sitting side by side having already chosen a table.

***

“Do you know what you’re getting?” Joshua glanced at the menu then at Amelia.

“Uhhh. I’m torn between the scrambled eggs and the pancakes. That sounds childish doesn’t it?” She smiled sheepishly.

“It does not!” Matty and Joshua accidentally spoke in unison.

Joshua laughed nervously, looking over at matty to make sure he wasn’t overstepping. When Matty apologized, and gestured for him to take the lead, he spoke again. “Tell you what? I’ll get whichever one you don’t get and we’ll split them in half. That way you can have both.”

“You’d really do that?” Amelia beamed at him.

Matty had to admit it to himself, the man knew how to treat her right. He should be happy that Amelia has him in her life.

A cheerful server with an abnormally high pony tail and a name tag that read ‘Emily’ approached their table. “Hello, my name is Emily and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get you started with?”

The server looked to Matty first.

“I’m actually not very hungry at the moment so I’ll just have a coffee and-“

“No you won’t.” Amelia stared him dead in the eyes. “You need to eat.” She glanced at the menu for a moment, “he’ll have an egg white omelet and a side of toast, oh…and a cappuccino with two sugars on the side please, thanks.”

“I don’t actually like egg white-“

“Nobody cares.”

Joshua shot his girlfriend a puzzled look. “Uhhh…for us…we’ll have the pancakes and the scrambled eggs. But could we get an empty plate on the side? To split the dishes? Thank you.”

The server collected their menus and dashed off, leaving them to sit in an awkward silence for a few moments.

“Umm, Matty, can I ask you…” Joshua was the first to speak, “Whats that instrumental thing that you guys played onstage towards the end of the show the other day.”

Matty’s eyes shot up. “Oh, 28?” Reluctant to engage, lest his dislike for Joshua become evident, but slightly intrigued by his question.

“Yeah, yeah. 28….i couldn’t find that on Spotify.”

Matty smiled, amused. “You won’t. It’s not actually a 1975 track.” He sat back in his chair, unfolding his arms. “It’s a Drive Like I Do thing.”

“Drive Like I Do? Never heard of-“

“It’s what we used to be called before ….before we became the 1975.”

“Ahhh! I see.” Realization finally got him. “Got it, got it.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, “well….will you play it again?”

“I don’t know.” Matty shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t plan these things out in advance, to be honest with you. I try and…go with how i feel.” Matty caught himself and corrected. “Christ I sound like a wanker.”

Joshua chuckled loudly, surprising both Amelia and Matty. “No, man. Not at all! I think it’s a great tune. I mean- the chords flow together so beautifully and you guys looked like you were having so much fun playing it! The crowd was into it!”

Matty’s smiled stretched bigger across his face. He looked at Amelia. “He’s got a good ear.” Then turned back to Joshua “you’ve got a good ear.”

The compliment seemed to encourage Joshua. He looked up at matty, in awe, then stumbled clumsily over his words “I mean- I- thanks- I- can’t say- I play a little bit. Guitar. Not consistently so…”

“You play?”

“I- not as well as you do, but a little bit yeah.”

Matty leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, “does he know about our nepotism thing?” He asked Amelia who smiled and shook her head.

“What nepotism thing?”

“So, we like to bring family and friends up onstage sometimes. My dad occasionally guest-performs a song. Hann’s wife does a duet with me from time to time….if you play, we could put you in the band for a song or two.”

Matty reached into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out his cigarette packet. “Need a smoke. Joshua, do you smoke?” He asked, pushing his hair back and standing up.

“Well, I do now!” Joshua sprang to his feet.

As they began to leave the table, Amelia cleared her throat dramatically.

“Right, sorry.” Matty looked back. “You wan’ a cig?”

She giggled “nah, I’m just messing. You boys go. I’ll stay and mind the table. Will text you when the food gets here.”

Joshua backtracked, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing to keep up with Matty.

***

“Hey, man. Thanks for being cool with me tagging along and stuff.” Joshua spoke through the cigarette smoke. “Amelia speaks very highly of you. It’s clear you’re really important to her…”

It took a lot of self-control for Matty to hide the grin that threatened to cover his face.

“Anyway,” Joshua added nervously. “I’d really like it if we could be friends.”

Matty blew the smoke out of his lungs and turned around slowly, facing Joshua. “A friend of Amelia is a friend of mine.” He smiled, “as long as you’re good to her, that is.” He paused, considering the next words that left his mouth. He wondered if he was being too overprotective. “Amelia- she, erm, doesn’t need any defending. As I’m sure you’ve learned by now. But fuck with her, and you’ll have me to answer to.” Matty hated the pleasure that he derived in making such a statement. “We cool?”

To his credit, Joshua appeared entirely unfazed. “We cool, man. We totally cool.” He thought Matty’s thinly veiled threat was rather sweet.

“Good.” Matty looked away again smoking the last of his cigarette . “You guys all good with residence and transport and stuff? Having fun and all that?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course! It’s the closest I’ll ever get to being a rockstar- and without having to do all the hard work of actually being onstage in front of thousands of people every night. So, fuck, yeah I’m having fun!”

Matty chuckled. “Being onstage in front of thousands of people every night isn’t all that bad.”

“You always look like you’re having fun up there.”

“Yeah.”

A silent moment passed between them. Matty was about to ask if Joshua was ready to head back inside, but then he heard him speak again.

“Speaking of being a rockstar….mind if I ask you for a huge favor?”

“‘Course, Josh.” Matty felt self conscious about having assigned him a nickname, so, quickly, he finished the last syllable “-ua. Joshua. Go on.”

“Well…so, the other day, while Amelia and I were back home, she found out about this music and history exhibit that she really wanted to go to.”

Matty nodded to indicate that he was following along.

“Turns out it’s invite only.”

“Oh.”

“Some kind of fundraiser. For convincing bunch of rich people to donate money to an art and music school or something….”

“Right.”

“Anyway, I told Amelia to ask you about it, see if you could get her in, but- she just brushed me off.” Joshua blushed as he spoke. “I guess…I’m wondering if you could maybe pull some strings and get us in?” He paused to swallow his breath. “I mean, you don’t really seem like the string-pulling type, but I really want to surprise her. I figured it’s worth a shot?”

Matty smiled softly, watching the relief wash over his new friend. He couldn’t help but find this man’s determination to make Amelia happy to be endearing.

“Well, mate, listen….in case you haven’t noticed- my stock is currently down, so to speak. I’m not exactly the most beloved musician these days. So, I can’t promise that my calls will be answered. But, just text me the details of this exhibit and I’ll see what I can do.”

***

As he paced the empty rehearsal space, later that afternoon, Matty felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Joshua

Hey, man! Event info below. Thanks so much for doing this!

It took Matty 5 seconds of scrolling through the link that Joshua had provided him to figure out why Amelia refused to bring it up herself. The event organizer, and one of the main sponsors, was Marcus Fontana, a dickhead rich guy that Matty has been in a decade long internet feud with. He’d been dismissive of The 1975’s work when Self Titled first gained momentum, which prompted Matty to point out that Fontana is the epitome of capitalist cowardice: he uses his power and money to collect rare musical artifacts and curate exhibits, when these instruments are made to be played. To produce music. They haven’t stopped arguing ever since. Though, if Matty had to be honest, he considered himself the winner every time. The guy had nothing useful to offer society.

He pulled up Fontana’s information, his finger hovering over the “call” button. He bit the bullet and pressed it.

***

Matty rolled his eyes, disappointed in himself for not seeing it coming. “Alright, Marcus. Name your price. What’s it gonna take?”

“One of your personal instruments. Your guitars.”

“Wh-What?”

“You heard me. I want one of your guitars.”

The very notion of having to part with any piece of his meticulously curated collection stung matty in his heart. Each instrument that he owned was there for a reason. Tracking down guitars from around the world and getting to test them out, personalize them, learn about their origins, pervious lives, and histories had become a hobby in and of itself. It broadened his appreciation of some of his favorite music and deepened his love for his job. But, this wasn’t about him. This was for Amelia. For their friendship. He was quiet for a moment as he absorbed the idea. “Fine.” He spat out. “Which one is it gonna be? I’ve got a few custom ones. Some cool vintage shit that’s rarely ever-“

“I want your fender mustang 1965.”

Matty froze. This motherfucker knew. And he wasn’t gonna make this easy. “Erm…what? Listen,” matty rambled on, buying himself some time to think. “I’ve got….more exclusive things than a fuckin Mustang from the 60s. I own a pretty amazing Gibson Firebird. Google it. I’m sure a photo’ll come up. It’s a sleek bad boy. Even on video- you’d be able to tell that it sounds special.” He felt his mouth run dry, his breathing grew heavy. “Or, umm, if you’re gonna go for it, maybe the- the Jag. American. From the 60s too so proper vintage. The one I’ve got is tri-colored. It’s-“

“Nope. 65 mustang or no deal. It’s up to you.”

Matty exhaled loudly, “you’re sure? Think about what you’re passing up on.”

“Positive. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Matty felt himself crumble. But, then, an idea occurred to him. “alright, fine, you’ve got it.” He pretended to relent. “It…it was a present though, so-“

“Not that one.”

“What?” Fuck. He’s done his homework.

“Not the grey and white one that you received as a present a few months after getting the original. I don’t care about that one. I want the other one.”

“But-“ Matty’s knees shook, he leaned against the wall to steady himself.

“You know which one I’m talking about. You’ve mentioned it in interviews. Called it ‘the guitar that changed your life.’”

“But it’s not really worth that much compared to the other guitars I’m offering you!” Matty yelled impatiently. “Tell you what? You can have any other guitar that you want. My entire collections fair game. Except that one.”

“It’s not about price value, this one wouldn’t even be included in my curated collection. It’ll just sit in a basement and rust.”

The image made Matty’s blood boil, but he kept his calm. “Then why the fuck would you-“

“To hurt you. So that any time any fan or interviewer brings up my name or you get tagged in a screenshot of our Twitter conversation….you’ll remember this. You’ll know that I have something of yours that you can never replace. And no matter what you say about me online or in the papers….youve already lost too much.”

Matty had to set the phone down for a moment as he let the panic wash over him, hoping it would pass in a moment. He tried his best, but his emotional state was evident in his voice. “And- you- you think my 65 Mustang is the way to do it?” he attempted a scuff of contempt but it was shaky, weak.

“Well, I had a hunch. But you just confirmed it. You wouldn’t have offered me your prized Gibson instead if that mid-budget mustang didn’t mean more to you than money could buy.”

Matty hated the man’s guts, but he had to hand it to him. It was true. That guitar did literally change his life. He’d bought it as a consolation prize after a difficult breakup, on a trip to LA, long before the band was famous enough to justify a trip like this. But he ended up in the right guitar shop at the right time.

The songs that he wrote on that guitar, the live performances that he put on, the late night conversations with Hann, which ended up making him into the man that he is today…..making the band what it is today….And he’d somehow, against all odds, managed to only change the pickups on it. Practically unheard of for him. He loved personalizing his instruments as soon as he’d got them.

Though he’s made a career out of his ambivalent relationship to nostalgia, his relationship to that guitar was quite clear. He cherished every scratch and dent.

He considers saying no. Or asking for some time to think. Maybe calling up the boys and asking for advice. But, deep down, he knew the answer. He would do anything to make Amelia smile.

“Fine. I��ll have it packed up and shipped to you.”

“Wonderful. See? I knew we could come to an agreement. What’s the young lady’s name?”

“Amelia. She has a plus one. Joshua.”

***

Matty ran his hand across the body of the guitar, bidding it farewell. He felt that one of its strings seemed looser than the rest, so he took it in his lap to tune it properly. One last time, for old times sake. As he twisted the knobs at the head of the guitar, his mind had wandered, thinking about all the things that he’d gotten wrong lately. all the pain he’d caused, both to himself and others. All the people and things that he’d lost. His professional reputation hanging in the balance. The further that he’d spiraled, the tighter he twisted the knob, until at its maximum capacity for tension, the guitar string snapped, peeling off the instrument and cutting Matty’s palm, before it landed on the other end of the room.

“Fuck! AHH! Shit! Fuck me. Jesus fuck!”

Matty looked down, a massive gash, deep and bloody, covering his hand.

He rushed across the room towards the box of tissues, pressing down on the wound to contain the bleeding. “Fuckin hell. Fuckin kill me alrasdy.”

***

“You want me to come help you look? I’d have to park the car but I can do it and come find you?” Joshua yelled out of the car window as Amelia walked towards the building.

“Nah, but thank you, babe. I think I know where I left it. I’ll just grab it and be right back.”

She typed in the rehearsal venue’s code number and waited for the doors to beep, a green light flashing. The place looked significantly different when no music was being played. The large spaces, made to optimize acoustic performance, felt eerie and cold in the quiet. Even the echoes of her own footsteps seemed unusual. She found the room where she’d last been when she had her wallet, and she pushed the door open. In the dark of the room, she thought she saw a shadow. Instantly, she regretted not having asked Joshua to pay for parking and accompany her. Her mind rushed through the different possibilities of how this encounter might go, with every possible scenario being more grim than the one before, her blood slowly drained from her extremities.

The dark shadow coughed and stood up. She knew exactly who it was. She would recognize that hair and that posture anywhere.

"Jesus, Matty! You gave me a fuckin fright!" Amelia gasped, the color slowly seeping back into her face.

Matty smiled apologetically. "sorry, I...didn't... want to turn all the lights on for just me."

Amelia walked towards him, slowly. "What're you doing here?"

"Working." he shrugged. "avoiding the cold, empty, depressing hotel room.”

she nodded. her brows furrowed as she got a closer look at him. "Have you been crying?"

"Nope. Why are you back here?"

"Oh! right...I forgot my wallet."

"I'll help you look." He reply a bit too quickly, then he got out of his chair, turning around to wipe his face with the palms of his hand. "do you remember where you last had it?"

"Not really..." she walked towards her chair from one side of the room. “Probably at my table. Haven’t used it in a couple of days actually.”

Matty, seemingly having the same idea, also approached the chair she'd normally sit in, from the other side of the table.

They stood there, facing each other, with only a chair between them.

"should be somewhere around here." Matty mumbled, his eyes piercing through hers.

“Right.” She whispered, absent-minded. She was too occupied with scanning his features, trying to determine what wasn’t normal about him, to keep track of a conversation.

“Oh gosh! what happened to your hand??” She’d spotted the bleeding.

“No- nothing.” Matty hid it behind his back, but there was no fooling Amelia. She pulled at his wrist, forcefully. “Show me, you stubborn fool. I said- fuck- show me!”

She gasped at the size of the wound. “Matty, how did this happen?” Her fingers stroking it gently. Even the soft touch was too much for him, matty pulled his hand away reflexively. The concern etched onto her face was the final straw, he broken down in tears.

“Hey, hey. Hey! What’s- what’s happened? Matty? What…” she leaned forward, her forehead resting against his, pulling him up on his feet. “Hey, honey. You’re okay. You’re okay. I promise. Just breathe.”

Before they knew it, Matty and Amelia were kissing. His tears staining her face, their noses brushing against each other, teeth bumping together, sloppy, disoriented, passionate kissing.

“Are you gonna bend over and finally let me fuck you?” Amelia whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down Matty’s spine. He looked away, too overwhelmed to look into her eyes. Instead, he saw the Fender Mustang, missing a string, sitting in the corner. His heart dropped.

“Joshua” Matty blurted out before he could think.

“What? Where?” She jumped, creating distance between them.

“Not here. I just mean…we can’t. What about Joshua?”

“I know; I know. I should break up with him. I- I will.”

“No.”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

“Don’t. Don’t do it. Don’t break up with him.” He finally looked into her eyes. “He likes you. A lot. And…I can see he makes you happy.”

“Why are you saying this right now?”

“He’s a good guy, Amelia.”

“You….you're just so…” Amelia found herself speechless. Angry.

Matty dipped his head down, kissing her cheek. “It’s alright, Amelia. I’m glad you’re happy.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You don’t know how I feel. You don’t know what’s good for me.”

“I know it’s not me.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Matty Healy.” She shoved him in the chest, but it barely made him move.

Later that night, Amelia told Joshua she couldn’t find her wallet anywhere. And Matty sent him a text.

Matty Healy - 1975

It’s done. You’re on the guest list.

Joshua

You’re a legend, bro! Thanks so much I owe ya.

Matty Healy- 1975

Nonsense. Feel free to tell Amelia this was all you. No reason to mention me at all. 😊

***

Amelia stared at the suite number, mustering the courage to knock on his door.

The kiss replayed in her mind all night long, on a loop. Her hands grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, her breath in his mouths, his breath in hers. His test stained cheeks cold against her skin, his wounded hand, gushing with blood, the look in his eyes when she said she’d leave Joshua. The kiss on her cheek. Though she couldn’t figure out how to feel about any of it, one thing was for sure: matty had definitely been injured and crying before she’d walked in. He’s her friend. He’s going through a lot. She’s not going to give up on him. She counted to three in her head, then she knocked.

“Amelia.” Matty said. “What brings you by? It’s late.”

“Came to check on you. You were upset earlier. Your hand was….”

“My hands fine.”

“Can you even play like this? Could you perform without playing? I mean, Hann could probably cover you-“

“Stop it. I’m fine. Just….stop.”

“For fucks sakes! What’s the matter with you?! I’m trying to love you! What is it that’s so fundamentally broken about you that you won’t fuckin let me?”

Matty wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and be at her feet. But he also couldn’t pretend her boyfriend didn’t exist.

“You’ve got a boyfriend, Amelia.” He stated, coldly.

“So? I could be with more than one person at the same time. It’s called dating.”

“No you can’t.”

“Says the man who’s horny dming like three women at once not too long ago, right? Hypocritical.”

“That’s different- that’s not the same thing.” Matty shook his head, repeatedly.

“Why the fuck not? What? I’m not allowed to do the same thing that men do?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous! It’s not a sexism thing. You know it’s not! It’s different because I was never in a relationship with any of these women. It was casual. For both me AND them.”

“Oh? Are you saying that you have never strung a young woman along even when you’ve known that she liked you more than you liked her?” Amelia’s tone made it sound like a loaded question, but Matty was feeling too defensive to wonder what the question might be loaded with.

“Never.” He replied without missing a beat.

Amelia scuffed. “Yeah, right.”

“You think I would do that? You seriously think that low of me?”

“You’ve done it to me!” She yelled out, stepping forward and closing the gap between them. “If you’ve done it to me whos to say you haven’t done it to others. if the shoe fits…” she shrugged

“I never did it to you!”

“Yes, you did! Need I remind you-“

“You did it to you!” Matty interrupted. “You did that, Amelia. Not me. You did.” He repeated. “Isn’t that why you’re here now?? Even though Joshua is right down the hall? You’re the one who keeps coming into my room at night. To “check on me.” And earlier? You’re the one who kissed me first!”

As though a reflex, Amelia’s hand reached out and slapped Matty’s right cheek, leaving a visible mark on his face. Matty stood there, blinking rapidly, trying to wrap his mind around what’d just happened.

Amelia herself couldn’t quite explain it either. She’s a proud pacifist. A strong believer in communication. She often cried witnessing bees or flies being swatted at. But somehow, this thing with Matty, it had reached the very limits of language. There were no more words left to say. She had felt her rage-fueled blood rush through her body, her heart beating faster and faster as she recalled the moments that Matty was alluding to. Her confessing her love to him moments after sex; him rejecting her, instantly, as she’d stood there, literally naked, bearing her heart out; them not speaking for weeks as a consequence, only to fall back into bed together before he’d left for tour; him calling her up with some excuse about needing a dramaturg for his new stage show, jumping into bed together again, then telling her he didn’t want to have sex anymore. There were no words strong enough to express how all that had made her feel. When he searched her mind for an adequate response to the accusation that he had leveled, she couldn’t find anything to say, so she’d slapped him.

Before either one of them could figure it out, though. Amelia grabbed him by the collar, just as she had done earlier, and crashed her lips against his, harshly. His eyes fluttered shut instantly, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

They were both out of breath when they finally pulled away.

Matty opened his eyes slowly, blinking the haze away, “uh-“ he tried to find the words, panting, “h- hit me again.” His breath hot against her face. “Hit me again, please.”

Amelia bit her lower lip, slapping the left side of his face.

“Thank you.” Matty whispered, immediately, his chest heaving. “M-mo-more….hit me again, please.”

She did, harder this time, and she watched him wince, wondering if she’d overdone it. But then she heard him, again.

“Thank you.” He tried to catch his breath, but it was a futile attempt he was too excited now, not that his meek and docile whispers could show it. “Hit me again, please.”

She did. Harder and harder. Repeatedly. Once, Twice, and on the third time, she got ahead of herself.

“Hit me ag-“ the words hadn’t left his mouth before she’d slapped him, causing him to accidentally bite down on the inside of his mouth and draw blood. “Thank you.” He blurted quickly, though it stung, covering up the fact his mouth was bleeding inside, he retained his subservient look, swallowing the blood to keep from worrying her. “More? Please?”

Amelia’s hand stroked his face with the back of her hand. He flinched, for a second, not expecting the soft touch at first, then he leaned into it, closing his eyes. Her knuckles felt cold against his red, hot skin.

“I think that’s quite enough of that.” Amelia whispered, smiling. “Your face is going to be bruised tomorrow.”

“It’s- o- okay.”

She said nothing in reply, simply continuing to caress his face, watching him try to hide his pain every time that she touched a particularly read spot, searching his eyes for any mixed feelings.

“Please; I want- I need -“ he took a deep breath, his already fragile voice getting softer. “I deserve it.”

She thought about it for a second. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Matty sunk down, keeping his eyes fixed on her. Slowly, his arms crossed behind him.

Amelia stood still for a brief moment, assessing the sudden height difference between them and the way that it made her feel. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. She guessed it wasn’t a singular feeling, but a mix of different things: power over his vulnerable body, a strange rush of protective desire, concern over not being able to read his mental state. “We’ll do two more, okay?”

Matty nodded, smiling up at her. “Yes, yes. Okay.”

She hit him, chuckling when he’d yelped in surprise. “That’s one.” She announced then hit him again. “And that’s two. That feel good?”

“Mhm.”

Her eyes trailed down towards his chest, watching it rise and fall rapidly. Her hand hovered over his face, fingers lightly brushing his lower lip. To her surprise, matty parted his pink, plump lips, taking her finger in his mouth and sucking on it. She was hypnotized by him, confused by how beautiful and calming she’d found the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Amelia had always found Matty attractive. Anyone with a pair of eyes would feel the same. There was no denying how beautiful he is. But this moment wasn’t — at least not purely— about appearance.

Perhaps it was the fact that she could see, underneath his shirt, the outlines of his biceps and his chest, reminding her that he could very easily reverse this situation, but he was actively choosing not to. From the back of her mind rushed a disruptive urge, and she gave into it. She pushed her middle and ring finger into his mouth, without warning, as he struggled to adjust, he felt her push all three fingers to the very back of his mouth curling them down his throat. His entire body panicked, he gagged and coughed, his eyes brimming with tears.

“No, no, no. Don’t. Do not take me out of your mouth.” She chastised him. “Do whatever you need to do. Hold your breath in, throw up if you have to. You don’t stop what you’re doing until I tell you to.” Matty’s eyes shot wide open, shock all over his face. Hot, salty tears stung as they spilled down his swollen cheeks. He winced, but did his best to maintain his gag reflex as she’d asked him to.

Amelia pulled her fingers out of his sore mouth and smeared his own drool all over his face. She watched him blush, close his eyes, and simply take it.

“Aww, Matty! Would you look at that!” She suddenly exclaimed, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Hey, congratulations.” She giggled.

It took matty a moment to figure out what she was talking about. It wasn’t until he followed her line of vision, looking down at his own groin, that he put it together. “Oh- oh. Erm….i- hadn’t realized.”

“Oh cmon. It’s me. You don’t have to lie.”

“Not lying.’ I promise.”

“Well, let’s fix that, shall we?“ she bent down, reaching her hand to palm him over his clothes. Matty’s body instinctively leaned into her touch, hungry for more friction.

She heard him let out a soft moan, making her smile. “You feel that?”

“Mhm, Christ, yeah- I- I do.” He nodded, enthusiastic.

Just when Matty had closed his eyes, losing himself in the slightest tingle of pleasure, Amelia withdrew her hand, watching him fall forwards, cheek to the floor.

He groaned loudly, the metallic taste of blood gushed through his mouth from his earlier bite. His face had taken a lot of abuse tonight.

Amelia crouched down, pulling him back up by his hair. “What happened just there?”

Matty blushed. “Wasn’t- erm- wasn’t sure if….i was allowed to use my hands. Didn’t wanna- uhh- disobey.”

Amelia thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to her. “You can uncross your arms from behind your back now, Matty.” She assured him.

He could hear in her voice that she was pleased with him and that realization gave him a rush that went straight to his head.

“Thank you.” He whispered, genuinely grateful.

Amelia’s hands began to undress him, ridding him of his shirt first, then reaching for his belt. She felt him stiffen as she pulled his belt out of the loops.

“What is it? Thought you’d want to- do you not want to take your jeans off?”

Matty hesitated to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he felt. Slowly, Amelia pulled her hands away. Recalling that when the roles were reversed, and she happened to have a moment of fear, Matty would always raise his hands up in surrender, to show her exactly where they were and that they were nowhere near touching her. So, she did the same.

“Look, look. I’m not gonna touch you if you don’t want me to, okay? I promise.”

Matty recognized his own words on her lips and it helped to calm him down for a moment. He nodded slowly as he felt more comfortable.

“I- I want to. I’m just nervous.” His confession embarrassed him. “Fuck- I sound like a fuckin virgin or something. It’s- just….what if it doesn’t work? Jesus….im a fuckin man; I should be able to say this— What if I can’t cum?”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Amelia repeated, lowering her hands to rest them by her sides. “One step at a time. Besides….If you can’t cum, that’s a good thing!”

“See, I’d prefer to think of cumming as a good thing, but hey, I’m crazy that way-“

“No, I mean….it narrows down the cause of your…your….erectile dysfunction.”

She winced as the words left her mouth. “It’s one thing if you can’t get hard. It’s another if you can’t cum.”

“Don’t you think ‘dysfunction’ is a bit harsh?”

She giggled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend your penis.”

They were both silent for an uncomfortable moment. Amelia could tell that, despite the silence, Matty’s brain was incredibly loud on the inside. She leaned in and kissed him to silence his anxious thoughts.

“Tell you what?” She cupped his cheek with her hand softly. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s…leave the penis be for now.”

“Kay.”

“You seem to really like pain.”

Matty’s lips twitched. He averted his eyes. “I do.”

“I mean it got you hard so that’s progress….tell me more. We do have a couple of things to punish you for.”

“Wha- what? Punish-“

“You never finished your breakfast this morning. Despite my repeated pleas.”

“Oh.”

“We did say we were going to teach you to care for yourself.”

“I took a couple of bites.”

“Matty.”

All she said was his name, but he knew what she meant.

“I tried. I wasn’t hungry. I’m sorry.”

“And then later….your hand.” She gestured towards his injured palm.

“Amelia, please.”

“So, tell me what sorts of pain you don’t enjoy too much. What would I have to do to you for it to count as unpleasant? As punishment?”

****

“Are you sure about this?”

Amelia stood by the foot of the bed. In front of her, matty laid on the bed, on his stomach, completely naked, a pillow under his waist, propping his ass up.

He nodded. “I’m sure. But if you’re not comfortable with it, then we can find something else….”

“It’s fine with me. I’m just scared I’ll hurt you.”

“Kinda the point, love.”

She rolled her eyes. “I meant harm you. I don’t want to harm you.”

“You’d only be harming me if this weren’t consensual. But it is. I want this. Do you want this?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. It was my idea.”

She walked over to Matty’s discarded belt, picking up off the floor and folding it in half. She took several deep breaths, preparing herself.

“Alright. Ten for each. So twenty total. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, yes. So ready.”

Amelia swung her arm back, bringing it down with as much force as she could muster, lashing matty, straight across the ass.

She watched as his body tensed up for a moment, his fists balling up the duvet and squeezing shut.

She repeated the motion four more times in quick succession, before pausing to check in. “Umm…Matty? You okay?”

His voice was muffled by the bedding, but she heard him reassure her.

“It- umm- it makes me nervous that you’re quiet. Could you— not be quiet?”

Matty had to work through the burning pain that he was feeling in order to focus on Amelia’s voice, so it took him a moment to process what she’d said. He thought about it for a second. “I- sure- how about….how about I count out each blow? Would that help?”

“Yes!” Amelia smiled, relieved. “Yes that would be great. I’ll start from the beginning.”

Matty whimpered at the news. But he wasn’t going to object.

“Oh, but wait... before we do that…” She rushed over to his side. Leaning down and placing a quick kiss, awkward kiss somewhere on his head. “You’re doing so good, Matty. Really. Must be hard. Trying to help me and yourself.”

His head lifted off the bed slowly, smiling. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

***

“S-se-Seventeen.” Matty cried, sweat dripping down his face and soaking the duvet, mixing with his tears.

He knew, by the jolting of his body, that she’d delivered another whip, “eighteen!” But his mind was so foggy and disoriented that the pain felt out of focus. Somewhere along the periphery of his consciousness. His hips thrusted into the bed, chasing the pleasure over and over. Whining and crying out.

“I said quit that!”

He heard Amelia’s voice, instant remorse filled his chest. He paused. “Sorry- I- sorry.”

“You’re not allowed to cum yet, you hear me?”

His response time was starting to slow down as he sunk deeper and deeper underneath the haze. But he didn’t want to worry her, so he struggled to speak, making as much noise as possible to assure her that he was listening. “Yea- yeah. It just feels…good. But I- I won’t. Won’t cum.”

“Where were we?”

He thought for a moment, “eighteen.”

Soon came “nineteen” causing him to let out a high pitched moan, his hips, reflexively grinding against the bed again.

Frustrated with his lack of self-control, Amelia delivered the final blow with anger.

“Fuckkk! Twentyyyy- fuckkk that hurtssss” he sobbed, his hips still moving rhythmically.

His breathing quickened, he began to panic. “Amelia? Amelia, please?” He yelled out, desperate, and in a hurry.

“Please what, matty?”

“Please tou-tou-touch me? I- need- it’s been so long. I need you to touch me, please?”

Her silence confused and terrified him. So, his pleas grew louder and more urgent. He said whatever came to his overwhelmed and scattered brain.

“Amelia, please- need- need you to jerk me off, or, or maybe I could do it? If….if I’m allowed? Please? I don’t know if I can- I might ruin it.” He moaned and writhed, feeling his orgasm building.

“Nope.” Amelia simply uttered, unsure if he could even hear her over his own voice.

“Oh, god! Amelia, please! I think- I think I’m gonna cum. I don’t wanna be bad, please let me. Please, please -I - ah- “ his words interrupted by moans and a large wave of pleasure.

“I’m scared.” He sobbed. “It’s gonna be too much. I don’t know if I can take it. Fuck- I’m dizzy….don’t wanna cum without permission but- I can’t hold it anymore…” he cried out, mumbling a few incoherent sounds. It was unclear if they were broken words or simply the sounds of tortured pleasure.

Amelia sat on the bed next to him, holding his hand in hers. “It’s okay, Matty. You can cum. You can do it.”

“It’s gonna be too much!” He squeezed her hand. She was shocked at how sweet she found that simple gesture.

Matty wanted to scream, to beg her to make it all stop. Take the pleasure away. He wasn’t sure that his exhausted body could withstand an orgasm. Frankly, he wasn’t sure he even remembered what an orgasm feels like. All he’s known lately has been painful discomfort and disappointment. But before he could say anything, his body acted on primal instinct, thrusting against the bed one final time, tipping him over the end.

A broken groan ripped through his throat as he felt one wave of pleasure crash through him after the other. His body jolting from head to toe, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Amelia watched hungrily as his hand loosened around hers, his toes curling, she moaned and wept, staining pools of his tears and sweat with cum.

***

In the dark, Amelia laid in Matty’s bed, on fresh bedsheets, with him clinging to her waist, his face buried into her side. He was still trembling through the remnants and aftershocks of his orgasm, somewhere between sleep and basic consciousness. He didn’t appear to be crying, though tears still rolled down his face. Amelia guessed that it was mostly physiological. She rubbed his back, played with his hair, did her best to help him come back down. Every once in a while, he would muster enough energy to look up at her and ask, in a hoarse, broken voice, if she feels okay — If she had fun— and every time, she would assure him that she’s doing great; that she enjoyed herself very much, then, she’d watch him smile at her briefly before lying back down, only to repeat the same process again a few minutes later.

After a long silence, matty surprised Amelia by speaking, when she thought he’d fallen asleep.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No- no. Remember? You’re the one who taught me that punishments wipe the slate clean.” Her nails scratched the base of his scalp. “That’s their whole point, right?”

“Not that. The other thing. What I said earlier….made you hit me.” The memory brought a fresh stream of tears to his eyes.

“Oh.”

“You still mad at me?”

She heard the hitch in his voice and looked down at him. “I don’t know, Matty.”

“I- didn’t mean it. Amelia, please.”

“You did mean it.” She said, assertive, but gentle. “I know you well enough to know that you never say anything that you don’t think is true. Might be cruel. But I you believe it.”

She felt him tighten his grip on her waist.

“I’m losing you.”

“Don’t say that…” she rubbed small, slow circles into his bare back, occasionally pausing to knead the muscles that she thought might be particularly tense.

Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, the blue light of the screen shining in the darkened room. She tried to ignore it at first, but the persistent buzzing caught her attention.

“Excuse me.” She whispered, reaching for her phone.

Joshua:

Where are you?!

Babe?

Come back to the hotel room I have a surprise for you!

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Matty? Ummm…I’ve gotta go.”

His arms squeezed her even harder.

“C’mon, Matty. Please. Joshua’s looking for me.”

“Right- sorry.” He hiccuped, suppressing a cry. His arms reluctantly loosening around her. “Don’t mean to be greedy. I’m sor-“

“I’d stay longer but….he says he’s got a surprise for me and….i just need to go.”

Matty nodded, quickly turning on his side, his back towards her, he covered his mouth with his hand and wept.

As she got dressed and collected her belongings, Amelia could tell, by the shaking of his body, that he was crying. But she couldn’t stand to watch. She knew that if she rushed to comfort him, she’d never leave. So, even though every step away from him felt like hell, she dragged herself out of the room, walking back to her boyfriend across the hall.

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baker!reader who sees jotaro a few times a weeks when he comes to the little shop to get a simple treat to go with his afternoon coffee, engaging in small talk that gradually becomes more friendly and comforting making the guy look forward to his *now* daily treat

this didnt go the way i wanted but ykw? im equally as okay with that 🥹

When Life Gives You Pastries — Single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

Jotaro is impoverished with the sickeningly sweet greeting as soon as he enters the small bakery.

He doesn’t say anything back because he’s here for one thing, and one thing only, and that’s his breakfast.

It was already a hassle getting Jolyne ready for school and in the rush of trying to cook his breakfast, he burnt hers and so in the orderly sacrifice of a parent, he gave her his and went without.

Jotaro scours the small selection for a gathering max of three minutes before slapping a plain croissant and a takeaway coffee cup onto the cashier table.

“Will this be to go, sir?” You ask, your smile wide and attentive despite the broody man’s disposition.

He hadn’t even registered that you’d spoken to him at first, his eyes emptily boring into your apron as he mentally flicked through today’s to-do list like a flip book.

It’s only once he realised you were giving him an expectant look that his ears caught up to his brain and his brain to his mouth.

“Yes, to go. Sorry.” He fumbles.

“No worries!” You chirp, as understanding as ever.

Jotaro pays for his purchase and patiently waits as you make his coffee of choice — a Long Black.

(“So an Americano?” You clarify.

“No. A Long Black; Hot water first and then the espresso, not the other way round.”

Jotaro notices how you smile knowingly at his correction and without taking any offence.)

When it’s done, he then leaves a mandatory tip before leaving without any further thought.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

The next time Jotaro finds himself in this same bakery is when he’s on his afternoon break just a week and a day later.

He vaguely remembers your first encounter but hadn’t thought much of it until now. He does however vividly remember your diabetic customer service greeting and it stimulates him to reply back.

“Hey…” He aimlessly mumbles.

“Already got your coffee today?”

When Jotaro places the wrapped plain croissant by the counter, he’s shortly thrown off guard by your question.

Looking down at his styrofoam cup which donned his work company’s logo, Jotaro is confused why you ask him this.

“Y-yes?” He thinks hard before looking back up at you.

You ring up his item on the till, your smile still cloy.

“Then I’m guessing no Long Black today.”

Realisation finally licks Jotaro’s brain and his face slightly widens in clarity of that.

He remembers now; how he ordered coffee from here last time, and how it kept him proactive through the day. Not like the cheap instant stuff his office gives for free. What you gave him was a true espresso infused coffee and for that he’s grateful.

“No, not today.” He finally answers as you hand him a small bag that contained his croissant. “Maybe next time.”

You give the man another warm smile. Jotaro leaves a cash tip this time despite only buying a croissant.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

“Afternoon.”

The gap between when Jotaro last visited the bakery was shorter this time, he was back three days later.

Jotaro had thought to himself that he should buy Jolyne a treat for when she gets home from school. He’d gotten a call not too long ago from a teacher who was rather pleased with her progress and thought to let him know.

It was small encouragements like that which spurred Jotaro on. Being a full-time working single father was hard and a lot of the time he was unsure whether he was doing a good job or not. Yet, noticed achievements like that, regardless of how big, he was determined to celebrate.

When Jolyne won, so did he.

“A croissant and a cherry bakewell. Unlike you.” You jokingly spar when Jotaro places the items on top of the counter.

He’s already getting out his wallet as you package the food up.

“It’s for my daughter, thought I should treat her today.”

At the mention of his kin, you looked up in warm aptitude.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you. Hopefully she enjoys it.”

Jotaro internally gleamed at the prospects that you thought him sweet for treating Jolyne. Not that it meant much (he tells himself) but to hear a compliment on behalf of his parenting skills always made him keen.

You didn’t share anymore conversation after that. The both of you were quiet as you made his Long Black.

Once you passed over the package, you smiled once again.

“Thank you.” Jotaro says, as he leaves his tip and a very minute smile.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

“Are you really?” Jotaro asks almost immediately after you say the phrase.

Taken aback, you blink over at the man rapidly.

“Huh?”

He realises, now that he’s said that out loud, how intruding that must have sounded. Figures, since the phrase had absolutely been rattling like a ligma bean throughout his mind all week and that was his verbal fruition of that torment.

But he doesn’t mean any harm. If anything it’s just bridled curiosity and so Jotaro pauses within the middle of shop to clarify what he meant.

“No, it’s just…your small greeting thing you say. That you’re happy to serve.”

The explanation offers little context to his verbalised brain funk but still yet, you try to piece together as much as you could.

“Oh. Well, I guess I am. I enjoy what I do.”

“That’s good.” Jotaro hesitates before he moves towards the designated area where the croissants usually are. “It’s good to enjoy what you do. What keeps you getting out of bed, I suppose.”

There was an easy lulled silence as Jotaro hovered by the croissants.

Even though he got the same thing every time, he still liked to make sure there wasn’t anything else he fancied.

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

You ask once Jotaro places the croissant on the counter.

Already shuffling through his wallet for his card, he answers your question with his head down.

“Not really. But it pays the bills and it helps me keep Jolyne happy, so I guess it figures out.”

“Jolyne — your daughter?”

At the mention of her name, Jotaro looks up at you, a pause in his thinking at how you could have possibly known her name, but he then realises that it was from his own Freudian slip.

Jotaro slowly unveiled the card he planned to used and placed it on the counter.

“Yes. Yes, that’s her name. Jolyne.”

Your smile was light as you kept the conversation going as you rung up the items.

“Who named her?”

“Uh, I did. After her late mother’s favourite song.”

You halted in your actions, your fingers hovering over the till screen. The look of regret washed over your face at the prospect that you’d gotten too comfortable with the man and opened a messy can of worms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Jotaro shook his head as he gingerly tapped his amex over the card reader.

“No, it’s fine.”

As you sheepishly handed him his package, Jotaro backtracked his words.

“Well, I mean it’s not fine but you just gotta keep moving.”

“Of course.” You say with a nod.

Jotaro offers you a weary smile.

“Thanks.” He lifts his bag in solidarity to as he beckons his way out the shop.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

The chiming and opening of the door alerted you of a new customer but from behind the counter, you didn’t see anyone come in.

With a face of confusion you looked over the counter to be none other than met with a rather small face looking up at you.

“Hey, there.” You greeted the individual.

The smile on your face was wide as the little girl looked up at you with massive curious eyes.

She didn’t say anything in reply, just stared right back up at you as you questioned her presence in your bakery.

Leaning your arms over the counter top, you pouted down at her.

“Are you lost?”

Before anymore exchanges could happen, the door to the bakery chimed once again.

“Hello, Hello! Daily bake— Oh! Hey!”

Your smile widened once you recognised who had walked into the store.

For a second, you hadn’t recognised him without his usual suit and tie, but you guess seeing him within his casual attire was even more of a nice surprise. You then connected the dots once the small girl had run up to the man’s leg and stretched her arm upwards so that she could hold his hand.

So this must be the infamous Jolyne.

“Hey, sorry for that. She unexpectedly ran ahead of me once we turned the corner.” Jotaro said whilst taking his daughter’s hand in his.

With an easy smile, you shook your head.

“No worries.”

In the duration that the two of them weren’t at the counter, neither you or Jotaro spoke to each other. Which was understandable considering he now had to entertain Jolyne.

“Dad, I want the one you got me last time.” She said.

“Yeah? Have a look and see if you can find it.”

Jotaro took one glance back at his daughter before approaching the counter. Rather than his usual croissant, he placed down a pain au chocolat.

“Good choice.” You muse

“Thought I ought to shake things up on a weekend.”

The both of you shared a polite bought of laughter between each other. Upon hearing the exchange, Jolyne skipped up to the counter before holding her bakewell tart in the air.

“Found it!”

She was too small to reach the counter top so you didn’t require that she place her treat there.

“Well done, Jojo.” Jotaro plainly laid his hand on top of his daughter’s head before removing it again. The touch wasn’t much but it secured a triumphant smile on Jolyne’s face.

Placing Jotaro’s treats into a bag, you directed your question towards the smaller girl.

“Jojo! That’s a very cute name.” You muse.

Hearing you engage with her, Jolyne’s eyes lit up as they flitted towards her dad before dancing back to you.

“Thanks. It’s dad’s name too, we share it!”

“Dad is also called Jojo?” You smile as you now look towards the larger man.

The man was quick to correct you as he took his bakery goods, his demeanour seemingly bashful at the prospects that his in-house nickname was being used anywhere but.

“I—As a nickname, For Jotaro.” He feigns.

“Jotaro.” You repeat.

For some reason your cheeks start feeling hot at the prospects that the man had just shared his name with you.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks.” He eyed you back,

And you weren’t lying, the name genuinely did suit him. A large stoic man who shared names with the daughter he begrudgingly, yet gladly, went to work for and brought to his favourite bakery shop on weekends — The name complimented him very much and in a very odd way, you found yourself smiling at the prospects of that.

Jotaro easily used his electronic watch to pay for the items as he hovers it over the machine. The cute ding signalled that the payment went through.

“Well, Jolyne, Jotaro. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Collecting his daughter by her small hand, Jotaro widely smiled as he nodded his head in a bid goodbye.

“And you.” He firmly said back.

The jingled ‘Byeeee!’ from Jolyne along with the opening bell of the door rung together as the two left the store.

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