summary: after your apartment floods, you need a place to stay, and where better than with your boyfriend dex? but... his twin seems to have a newfound interest in his brother's girlfriend.
warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon, au crossover where shane and dex are twins, shane pretends to be dex to get in reader's pants, reader lowk wants to fuck both of them tho, shane maguire is an asshole, dex is pathetic, (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader used but reader has female anatomy)
based off this meme đ
It wasn't hard to tell the twins apart.
Dex was bulkier than Shane, slightly taller and had that signature scar on his cheek. Shane kept his beard trimmed but never fully shaved, and always had some smarmy look on his face.
It was even easier to tell them apart once they opened their mouths. Dex was polite. Confident, but never in a way that made you feel like he was talking down to you. Shane on the other hand, was direct, saying whatever was on his mind like it was physically painful to keep it in.
You'd been dating Dex for a little while now, yet you barely knew anything about him. You knew he lived with his twin brother, who he constantly badmouthed, to the point you started dreading having to meet him.
That day came sooner than expected. Your apartment flooded after some idiot on the upper floor forgot to stop running their bath. In exchange for cheap rent, your landlord had no sense of urgency, so you knew it would take over a month for the issue to get resolved. Staying at Dex's place was a last resort, really. You'd heard the horror stories of living with Shane, and you'd rather not have your first encounter be sharing a space with him.
"You just gotta shimmy the doorknob a little." Dex announced behind you, balancing three bags in one arm and four on the other. He insisted he could carry all your belongings in one trip, bragging about how all those hours in the gym weren't for nothing.
After a struggle with the door, the smell of Marlboro Reds hits your nose in an instant. You squinted at the almost near copy of your boyfriend lounging on the couch, smoking and drinking a beer at the same time.Â
You knew they were twins, but Shane looked older than Dex by a couple years, deep set wrinkles and gray hairs aging him. You only knew about Shane from what Dex told you. He was a wildlife management officer at some national park, but he got fired for serious misconduct and had nowhere to stay, so Dex let him live with him for the time being.
The man who you now knew was Shane grunted, very obviously checking you out before turning his attention back to the TV. "Shut the door, you're letting all the cold air in."Â
You looked around the apartment, slightly confused at how messy it was. There were half-empty beer cans and cigarette packs on the coffee table, a rifle and shotgun resting against the living room wall, and a pistol on the dining table.
When Dex came over to yours, he was always tidy, cleaning up after making you dinner and straightening out your furniture every chance he got. You now realise that he was making up for the lack of order at his own place.
"You wanna stop being an asshole and greet our guest?" Dex snatched the remote away from his brother, turning off the sports game and gesturing to you.
Shane flashes a grin, slowly looking you up and down before standing up with a sigh and outstretching a hand."If I knew your girlfriend was this pretty, I woulda asked to meet her sooner."
You fake a smile, taking his hand and introducing yourself. He holds the handshake a little too long, before finally sitting back down and taking the remote from Dex's hand.
You didn't realise the interaction was over, until Dex pulled you towards his room and shut the door behind him.
"I told you he was a handful," his gruff voice murmured, running a hand over his face. "If you don't wanna stay I get it. I can pay for a hotel or something-"
"No, Dex. It's fine, I've had my fair share of⌠roommates." You smile, holding his hand and massaging it with your fingers. "Besides, he doesn't seem that bad."
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"Hey." Shane's voice sounded from the fridge, and he stuck his head out to stare at Dex.He doesn't even acknowledge your presence. "We're out of mayo, and last I saw, your girl was making a sandwich with some."
"Watch it, princess. That costs more than you get paid a month." He'd say if you tripped over one of his rifles, which he never moved out of the way.
"Shoulda locked the door, then." After you have to scream at him to get out while you're in the middle of taking a shower, taking his sweet time to drink in the view.
So⌠maybe Shane was a bit of an asshole. You didn't exactly have another option though. Your landlord called, saying it wouldn't be another month until they could fix your apartment. You tried to convince Dex to let you pitch in on rent, or at least grocery bills, but he wouldn't budge. Shane on the other hand, called you a freeloader, despite being out of a job himself.
You were seriously thinking of taking up Dex's offer to stay at a hotel, at least then you'd have some peace and quiet. You're not sure if it was a coincidence or not, but the frequency of fights between him and Shane seemed to grow higher the longer you stayed. Most of them were over stupid things, too.
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Today, Shane's behaviour was no different, you might even say it was worse. Dex was out buying groceries, leaving you holed up in Dex's bedroom while Shane took up space in the living room. If Dex was out of the house, you never talked to Shane unless it was absolutely necessary.
Unfortunately, you were really thirsty and hadn't planned to stay in the room this long. You could hear Shane shout something at the TV, so you hoped if you went to the kitchen now, he'd be too distracted to bother you.
You creep out of your room, safely making it to the kitchen⌠until you hear that familiar grating voice.
He whips his head as soon as he hears the sound of the fridge opening, giving you a wink before looking back at the TV. "Get me a beer while you're at it."
You don't. Grabbing the pitcher from the fridge, you purposefully slam the door loudly. You expect him to get over it, but he seems to be in a good mood, so he pauses the TV.
"You deaf or somethin'? I said, get me a beer."
"You have fully functional arms and legs. Get it yourself, princess," you retort. You turn away from him, pouring yourself a glass of water when you hear his footsteps coming up behind you.
Before you can react, a warm presence hits your back, and two hands are caging you against the counter.
"What-"
"Y'know, I used to think Dex liked you because you were a goody little two shoes." you crane your head enough to see a shit-eating grin on his face, that punchable face. "But, the more I get to know youâŚ"
He leans in and settles a hand on your hip, breath ghosting your ear. You're about to elbow him in the stomach, but before it connects, the front door opens.
Shane breaks away from you immediately, like he's had experience being walked in on. You catch a glimpse of him inspecting an empty milk carton.
"Market's busy today," Dex grumbles, giving you a kiss on the temple before shouldering his brother out of the way and setting the groceries on the counter.
"Ha⌠yeah," you mutter back, still processing what the hell just happened. Shane brushes past you, purposefully not looking your way as he disappears into his room.
"You wanna help me with dinner tonight?" Dex glances at you. You can tell he notices something's off, maybe chalking it up to Shane's usual antics, but he's staring at you now, waiting for a response.
"Oh, yeah. Sure."Â
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The dinner table is silent, besides the occasional scraping of forks and knives. Anyone could walk in and tell this was awkward, that there was something unspoken in the air.Â
You couldn't stop thinking about what Shane was about to say before you were interrupted, and part of you wished Dex hadn't walked in. It really didn't feel like the two were twins, even their presence felt completely different, and Shane's almost left you wanting moreâŚ
"Goddamn, y'all talk more when you're fucking," Shane grunts, stabbing his fork into the salad in the middle of the table, purposefully ignoring the tongs Dex neatly placed in the bowl.
You cough, staring down at your plate as you get ready to hear the familiar sound of your boyfriend scolding his brother.
"What, are you eavesdropping on us now?" Dex starts, you touch his hand, trying to calm him down but he's already gone off.
"Kinda hard not to when she moans so damn loud." Shane rudely points his fork at you, waving it around before sticking it in his mouth.
"Fucking perv," you mutter, loud enough that he could hear you. You're bracing yourself for a whirlwind of insults but Shane just scoffs, smirking at you from across the table.
"If it bothers you so damn much, maybe you should find a job and move out," Dex snaps, glaring at his twin before stuffing his mouth full of greens.
You feel someone kick at your leg under the table, probably by accident, so you tuck your feet under your chair.
"Oh, but then you'd miss me." Shane smiles, shifting in his seat a little.Â
"Wouldn't miss your shit laying around." Dex points at an offending gun on the TV console, his voice raising slightly.
You feel something slide up your leg and almost gasp, trying to pull back from the sudden sensation but a leg hooks around yours and keeps you still. Shane eyes you, a glint in his gaze, before looking back at Dex.
"You two stop having loud ass sex while I'm tryna sleep, then I'll think about cleaning up." You could tell this was the start of another argument, but both of them were still hiding their anger behind a smile, trying to get the upper hand.
You quickly realise the leg belongs to Shane, by the way he's moving in his chair and that fucking smirk on his face when you try to close your legs, nudging them apart with his foot. You can tell he's having a great time toying with you while Dex is too distracted to notice either of you playing footsy.
"If you hadn't gotten fired you wouldn't even be here in the first place." Dex barks. You realise now where these two get their wrinkles from.Â
"Not my fault they didn't believe me." Shane's foot is at your knee, slowly pushing your thighs apart.
"You still haven't told me why they got rid of you."Â
Before he can get his foot further between your thighs, you quickly stand up.
"I'll just⌠leave you guys to it," you mumble, taking your plate to the kitchen. You can feel Shane staring into the back of your head. As soon as you leave and go into the bedroom, the shouting match starts.
You decide to catch up on work (and distract yourself from Shane's recent behaviour), opening your laptop and checking your emails. It was easy to drown out the sound of Shane and Dex fighting, mostly because it just sounded like one guy talking to himself like a maniac. But for some reason, today's quarrel was particularly loud.
You hear the sound of the front door slamming and assume it's Shane leaving, he's never been one to close a door properly.
Just as you start typing up your report, your door opens. You know how Dex likes to watch you work, so you don't turn around, and let your silence serve as his answer to come inside.
You feel his hands reach your shoulders, calloused and rough. You figure the two got into it pretty bad, because Dex starts massaging you harder than usual. Dex was always good at massages, using his strength for something other than hard labour, and finding those perfect spots he knew you loved. You guessed he was doing this as a sort of apology for arguing in front of you, knowing how much you hated when he let Shane get to him.
You sigh, closing your eyes and sinking into your chair.
You hear him chuckle before placing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then descending to your neck. You might be imagining things, but you felt more stubble than you were used to⌠maybe Dex forgot to shave this morning? Though, that seems out of character for him.
You feel his hands move down your body, getting bolder and sliding under your shirt and groping at your chest. You gasp, gripping one of his hands as he starts teasing your nipples with his fingers. You feel him smile against your neck, giving one breast a slap. You furrow your brows. Dex must be really frustrated today.
He starts sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of wet hickeys down your neck.Now that you notice it, he smells slightly off.
You open your eyes, relief washing over you for a short lived moment when you see his face. The longer you stare at it though, the clearer it becomes that Shane wasn't the one who slammed the front door when he left.
You yelp, quickly shoving him off you and spinning your chair around. "What the fuck?!"
Your distress is met with laughter, Shane's stupid fucking cackle when you give him the reaction he craves.
"You should see the look on your face right now, doll." He wipes a fake tear, before moving back into your space, that weird smell you now recognise as cigarettes. "But⌠you seemed like you were enjoying yourself there."
You shove at his shoulder, it barely shakes him, quickly standing up because you'd really rather him not be looming over you right now. "I would've been enjoying myself if you were actually my boyfriend." You glare at him, still having to look up at his stupid face because of how tall he was.
"Surely you noticed it was me, hm? You're a smart cookie." This is the quietest you've ever heard his voice. He's so close, it's almost like he's getting ready to kiss you.
"Get out." You lower your voice to match his, staring him right in the face.
"You're real bad at using your manners," he says your name in a way that gives you goosebumps, slowly dragging his eyes down your body. "C'mon, baby. Say please," he whispers, almost touching your nose with his.
"Please, get the fuck out." You take a shallow breath, trying and failing miserably at hiding how much he's affecting you right now. You're telling yourself he's only getting you this riled up because he looks and sounds like Dex, but a part of you knows that's not really the truth.
He hums after what feels like an hour of him staring at you, giving you a smile before turning and leaving.
You let out a shaky breath as soon as he's out of earshot. What the fuck is his problem? You knew he was the flirty type from the second you met him, and ever since then he's gotten bolder. You just hadn't noticed how much it had escalated until now.
This wasn't just flirting. He was toying with you, probably testing to see if you'd break and cheat on Dex. It didn't take a genius to know Shane liked playing mind games, and he liked winning even more.
I keep trying to like red wine like a grown-up but like ⌠itâs rotten grapes, guys. You can drink things that donât taste like rotten grapes. Why
Okay I donât know when this post is from (I came across it stalking multiple blogs). But in case this might help, here is a brief science/wine lesson.
To start off, some facts:
-White wine is made from sweet pulp inside of the grape (minus the seeds).
-Red wine is made from both the skin and the grape (and the seeds and stemsâŚsometimes? Canât remember).
-Tannin is the substance found in red wines, coffee, dark chocolate. Tannins are responsible for the bitter taste in those foods.
-Tannins are found in the skin of the grape, as well as the seeds and the stems. Therefore, most red wines will have tannins, versus most whites will not have tannins.
-Red wines vary in level of tannins, depending on variety of grape, climate, and fermentation process. Pinot noir tends to be very low tannin. Shiraz/Syrah, choice of poison for our beloved brunette surgeon, is very heavy on the tannins.
-Some white wines (most commonly Chardonnay) are aged in oak barrels instead of metal containers. Oak barrels have tannins, which seeps into the wine during the fermentation process. Thatâs why Chardonnays tend to be âdrierâ aka it has tannins.
-White wines like Sauvingnon Blancs are usually fermented in steel barrels (aka no tannins. Aka usually very fruity and light and sweet).
Your ability to taste tannins is genetic.
There is a genetic marker determining whether your taste cells are sensitive to tannins.
Basically two people can drink the exact same wine and have wildly different reactions because:
1. Person A canât taste tannins, so they taste the actual wine flavor.
2. Person B can taste tannins, and that tends to overpower ALL the other flavors in the wine. Basically all they taste is tannins and none of the wine.
I am super tannin sensitive, so if I drink a wine like Cabernet Sauvignon (very tannin heavy, aka âvery dryâ, it tastes like bitter ethanol alcohol to me, whereas my best friend canât taste tannins so the same wine is maybe a little bitter but they can actually taste the grape and different flavors. To her, a wine like Sauv Blanc is too sweet, tastes like sugar water. But to me it tastes good.
So unless itâs the taste of the alcohol or all wines you hate, chances are you might hate the taste of red wine, especially the heavier red wines, because taste the tannin overpowers everything else. And all you taste is bitter bitter ethanol bitter more ethanol.Â
More tannin info:
-Tannins bind to fat.
-This is why tannin heavy wines are recommended with fatty foods (Shiraz and steak). Whenever you eat food with high fat content, the fat builds up on your tongue. A sip of red wine will bind with the fat on your tongue and clear it away. Thatâs why the sip of wine between bites of fat heavy foods is considered a palate cleanser.
-By that logic, this is why white wines are recommended with low fat foods, like fish. Salmon is fattier than most fish, which is why Chardonnay (tannin heavy white wine) or Pinot Noir (low tannin red wine) is recommended with salmon.
-People who are sensitive to tannins can drink tannin heavy red wines with fatty food and generally the wine wonât taste gross. The fat on your tongue (from that steak) will bind with the tannin and neutralize the tannin taste. Aka the only time I ever drink Cabernet Sauvignon or Shiraz is with a steak or heavy, creamy pasta. Aka never bc I donât often eat either.
-The reason dairy helps coffee taste better is because the fat in milk/creams binds with the tannins in coffee and neutralizes the bitter taste. This is why people who canât taste tannins can generally drink coffee black without milk (sugar is a different story). Itâs also why almond milk in coffee is the worst idea (almond milk is already bitter and has no fat).
More wine facts:
-90% of the âaromasâ of wine are marketing BS
-You know the labels that say like âcherry with a hint of blackberry?â Thereâs no real way to infuse cherry or blackberry into grape wine without screwing with the fermentation process. Itâs all created by the wine marketing industry to sell you win. Sometimes if you smell cherry before you drink the wine, you might taste it in the wine (because majority of flavor comes from smell). Or if you think there is cherry flavor in the wine, your brain can trick your taste buds into tasting it.
-The only true flavors found in real grape wine are grapes (obviously), oak/earthy flavor (the barrels), vanilla (barrels, oak sticks), tannins. (There are a few others but canât remember. I think maybe cinnamon?).
-Peopleâs perception of wine often affect how good it tastes to them. Social psychology studies show that people will rate the exact same wine differently if theyâre told the wines are different in price. (They rated the more expensive wine as tastier).
tl;dr
Whether you can taste tannins is genetic. Exact same wines taste different for different people depending on your genetic makeup. If youâre sensitive to tannins, red wines wonât taste like anything other than bitter alcohol. Genetics/tannins are why people generally have preferences for red or whites.
this is extremely informative and i have learned a thing about myself, which is that i CLEARLY inherited the tannin-tasting genes from my teatotaling mother and not from my dad who subsists entirely on espresso and cabernet sauvignon.
Black tea also has tannins, so if you - like me - need to drink it with cream and donât brew it nearly as long as tea aficionados say in scandalized tones you ought to, because otherwise itâs too bitter, you uh. might be sensitive to tannins.
I think that dark roast coffee has more tannins than light roast; I know for certain it requires a good deal more cream/milk to balance out the bitter/burnt taste.
My only nitpick with this post is that âdryâ and âsweetâ are terms that do not correspond to tannin content. They refer to how much sugar the yeast has consumed during fermentation. Sauvignon blanc is absolutely not a sweet wine - itâs a dry white. Itâs one of the driest possible whites. If you want a sweet wine and you order a sauvignon blanc, youâre going to be WILDLY disappointed.
(Side note: if you do order a white wine thatâs too dry for you, order an accompanying shot of Saint Germaine or other elderflower liqueur and mix it with your wine little by little until you like the balance. This will boost the alcohol content a bunch, so be careful, but it will also sweeten the wine and add a pleasantly floral, fruity overtone. I did this for a friend of mine who only drinks dessert wines when she stopped by unexpectedly and all I had on hand was super dry stuff.)
For a truly sweet wine, look for an ice wine or a moscato - these are wines that actively taste sugary. A riesling or a gewĂźrztraminer will not taste sugary, but neither is it likely to be bitterly dry - riesling is the sweeter of the two and the safer bet for sweet; gewĂźrztraminers are âcomplexâ wines in that they can range from dry to off-dry to sweet depending on preparation. They tend to have a lot going on, flavor-wise, at least in my experience.
All of that being saidâŚthereâs truly no shame in just liking plain olâ grape juice. Itâs cheaper and itâs better for you anyway.