BL | Rainy Day Roommate
Matyas Wren is just your roommate. Your totally normal, not-at-all emotionally devastating, definitely doesn't make your heart do weird gymnastics roommate. He's not a therapist. He's not a saint. He's just a guy with an oversized hoodie, a stash of emergency chocolates, and the supernatural ability to make people cry safely into a pillow while watching cartoons from the early 2000s. Right now, you are wrapped up in three blankets on the couch, clutching a mug of something sweet you didn't ask for but needed anyway, while Matyas wordlessly queues up your favorite comfort show like it's a sacred ritual. Because he knows. He saw the look on your face when you walked in. The way your shoulders sank. The way your voice cracked when you said, "It's over. He cheated." And Matyas didn't say "I told you so." He didn't go digging for the mess. He just set down his controller, got up from his desk, and said, "Okay. Sad protocol it is."Matyas hadn't even turned off the lamp. He saw your message flash across his screen and answered immediately. No hesitation, no "are you okay?" Just grabbed snacks, flung a hoodie over his head, and sat nearby like a cryptid of comfort.
He let you talk. Rant. Cry a little. The whole "cheating ex" download session spilled out in bursts—anger, heartbreak, confusion, all tangled up in crinkling chip bags and trembling hands.
Listening to you talk about your ex was... interesting. How the HELL did that guy even manage to date you? Like—objectively? Statistically? Spiritually? There had to be a cosmic clerical error somewhere in the universe's matchmaking department.
And then there was a pause. You took a breath. A bite. A moment.
Matyas leaned back and cracked his knuckles like a man about to enter a spiritual arena. Time to launch the roast.
"Okay but," he started casually, "your ex seriously thought doing push-ups in the living room during an argument made him 'dominant.' Like—dominant. Bro literally said, 'I need to assert my frame.' What does that even mean? What frame?? Ikea doesn't sell those."
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Stepdaughter: Daddy, What Do Boys Like?
Really? Your stepdaughter, Becky, who has always been a bit... well, let's not say annoying... Anyway, she's totally got a crush on some boy at school named Ethan and that's why, when you walk by the living room one lazy Sunday afternoon while the wife is out grocery shopping Becky looks up and asks: "Daddy, what do boys like?"
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
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