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ashleysturn · 6 months ago

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tease - matt sturniolo

overview: you are best friends with matt and his brothers. you go on a road trip with them, you are sitting in the passenger seat. you need matt’s touch, you’re desperate.

nsfw slow burn

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i’ve been best friends with matt and his brothers for a while now. i’ve never had any romantic or sexual feelings for any of them until recently.. i’ve been having some thoughts about matt. i can’t help it. his hands, his tattoos, his rings, his hair and eyes.. i feel like i need him but he’s my best friend.. and so are his brothers. so i just push those feelings down.

*4:49 am*

“y/n are you coming?” i hear matt’s voice impatiently calling me from downstairs.

i frustratedly crawl out of nick’s bed- him, chris and matt were already ready to leave. i knew we had to get up early for this road trip but not this early.

“i’m comingg” i draw out my words. i throw on a pair of comfy shorts and a baggy tshirt. i don’t bother putting on a bra, i mean i’m about to be in the car for nine hours.

i clumsily walk down the stairs holding my suitcase.

“so, we going?” i follow the boys out to the van. “i call shotgun. i need leg room” i get into the passenger seat. nick sits behind me, and chris behind matt who is driving.

*7:21 am*

“do you want anything?” matt softly says, rubbing my arm to wake me.

“huh? what time is it?” i start to sit up.

“no, no you don’t have to get up we’ve only been driving for a couple hours. chris had to piss, we’re stopped at a gas station”

I nod my head, my half awake self not fully comprehending what he’s saying. i yawn and stretch my arms.

“i want to stretch my legs”

matt nods in agreement and gets out of the car, opening the door for me. i step out of the car and stretch my legs. i shake out my body and get back in the car. matt walks a few laps around the gas pump as he waits for chris.

i watch matt attentively. he pushes his hair out of his face as he stretches. his shirt lifts up a bit, revealing his v-line. my eyes widen and i bite my bottom lip.

fuck snap out of it

i look down at my phone and scroll for a few minutes before chris returns back to the car.

“you know we’re about to drive through the mountains” matt says as he starts the engine of the van.

i look over at him and smile. “i’m going to stay awake i want to see.”

“i’m going back the fuck to sleep” nick says. chris agrees.

i shrug “your loss”

*8:43 am*

“look! aren’t they pretty” matt points as we start to drive up the side of a huge mountain. in the distance i can see gorgeous snow-tipped mountains.

“wow they really are” i look over at matt. his profile is perfect. i’d much rather look at him than the mountains.

he looks over at me and i quickly look away. i try not to smile.

“hey can you hand me my charger? i need my phone for the gps” matt points to the compartment in the door.

“oh, yeah sure” i reach into the compartment and pull out his phone charger. i reach my hand out.

matt’s hand lingers on mine for a brief moment as he grabs the charger from me. butterflies shoot through my stomach.

why is just a small touch affecting me so much

i sigh.

“hey y/n you alright?” matt looks at me with a concerned tone to his face.

“hm? yeah i’m fine” i say, barely a whisper.

“you sure? i can pull over”

i shake my head. “just tired”

“alright.” matt looks over at me and smiles. i look into his eyes for a brief moment, i feel my cheeks glow red.

i look out the window of the car, taking in all of the scenery as matt drives. i steal quick glances at his pretty face once in a while. there’s something oddly attractive about him driving.

“matt?” i look over at him with a smile

“mhm” his voice is sleepy

his sleepy voice sends a shock of electricity through my body. i can’t help but squeeze my thighs together as i watch him.

“what y/n?”

“nevermind” i look down at my lap.

“no, say it” matt looks over at me with almost a demanding look. we lock eyes.

“i- uh.” fuck think of something “i kinda need to pee”

“we just stopped an hour ago y/n.” he sighs

“no actually i can hold it”

“you sure?”

i nod my head.

i definitely feel something down there but i don’t have to pee.

*10:59*

chris and nick are still asleep in the back seat. me and matt have been pretty silent besides a few random little conversations.

as matt watches the road, i watch him. the way his hands grip the steering wheel, the way he subtly bites his lip as he concentrates. i swallow hard and readjust in my seat.

“matt i’m bored” i blurt out.

matt laughs. “are you five? you really need entertained?” he teases.

my cheeks flush pink. “maybe” i laugh, playfully slapping his arm

he laughs and nudges me back.

“can i see your hand?”

matt’s happy expression turns to a confused one.

“what? i mean sure but why?” he holds out his hand

“i want to look at your rings” i grab his hand and trace my pointer finger over his rings, turning them around and looking at the intricate engravings.

after a few minutes matt goes to take his hand away but i hold it in my lap. he holds my hand back.

i trace circles on the back of his hand. i take in the details of his long fingers that are intertwined with mine.

i can’t get comfortable in my seat- the mixture of being crammed in a car for hours and feeling a bit turned on just makes me feel restless. i decide to lay my back against the door and stretch my feet out across matt’s lap as he drives.

“what’re you doing?” matt looks over at me, but then back to the road.

“i need to stretch my legs”

“whatever i just don’t know if that’s safe”

i shake my head. “it’s fine”

matt shrugs. he reaches over to click on the radio.

i move my feet up higher on matt’s lap.

i see matt’s jaw clench but he doesn’t stop looking away from the road.

i decide to see how far i can take this until he says something

i move my feet up even higher on matt’s lap- practically inches away from his crotch.

“you getting comfortable?” matt clears his throat and looks over at me.

“mhm” i look over at him with needy eyes

“fuck” matt whispers under his breath. i pretend not to hear him

i eventually fall asleep with my legs stretched over matt’s lap.

the car goes over a bump that stirs me awake. i jolt up.

“sorry there was a pothole” matt looks over at me and smiles

“oh alright” i readjust my body to sit up normal in the seat.

“how long was i asleep?”

matt looks at the time. “about 45 minutes”

i nod my head.

“hey uh, do you maybe wanna stay up for a bit?”

i nod my head “yeah sure”

“im just getting tired i need to stay alert, i need someone to talk to.”

“oh yeah of course, sorry.” i feel bad that everyone has been able to sleep but him.

“no don’t be sorry i just want to talk to you” matt reaches over and gently places his hand on my leg, a few inches above my knee.

my breath hitches. i look down at his hand

matt traces shapes on my skin with his fingers, slowly moving up my thigh.

am i dreaming right now?

i have goosebumps all over my body. butterflies fill my stomach.

matt squeezes my thigh and runs his hand up further. i part my legs slightly.

“is this okay?” his voice quiet and sleepy

“mhm” i bite my bottom lip

matt’s pinky slips under the hem of my shorts, slowly the rest of his hand follows.

i can’t help but let out a small breathy moan- his hand being so close to where i want it the most.

matt looks over at me, his mouth slightly open. he looks down at where his hand is placed and bites his bottom lip.

he shifts around in his seat “i’m gonna make a quick stop. you still have to pee?”

“uh yeah i guess”

matt parks the car at the gas station and quickly unbuckles.

“should we wake up nick and chris?” i look into the back seat

matt grabs my jaw and turns my head to look at him “no, come on”

what is happening right now

matt gets out of the car and walks over to the passengers side. he opens the door for me and takes my hand.

i squeeze his hand and let him lead me.

“what’s going on?” i shyly ask

matt stops walking but doesn’t let go of my hand. “you know what you’re doing”

my brow furrows. “what?”

“come on don’t play dumb now”

“no say it what do you mean?” i face him

“don’t make me say it”

i start to walk back towards the car “okay i won’t”

“no wait-“ matt grabs ahold of my arm. i smile.

“i’m waiting” i cross my arms

i love teasing him.

“you’ve been teasing me” he says, embarrassed

i play dumb, “what?!”

i start to slowly walk away, a secret smile on my face

“no wait please” matt grabs my arm again

“maybe i read this wrong.” he says

i shake my head “you didn’t” i look up at him, his eyes widen.

he grabs my hand and guides me to the bathroom. i bite my lip as i follow him

matt closes the door behind us. he steps back “i uh-“

“you don’t need to say anything” i awkwardly smile

he stays silent for some time

is he going to make a move or do i have to?

“when you put your feet up on me-“

i shake my head and step forward.

“you know when you do those things they.. affect me”

i wait for him to continue

“i don’t know if you do it on purpose but-“

i smile and let him ramble

“you’re my best friend so i never wanted to say anything-“

he sighs

“but sometimes you really fucking mess with me”

he pauses

“and sometimes you do it on purpose i can tell. but other times just looking at you-“

he looks me up and down

“like right now fuck” he rubs his eyes “those little shorts and-“

“matt” i chime in

“i just can’t help it fuck”

“matt.”

“i think about you a lot. and i never want to make you uncomfortable but-“

“MATT”

“but sometimes i think about you when i-“

“MATT” i practically yell

“fuck. shit” he covers his face with his hands

“i want you to fuck me matt”

“y/n. i-“ he uncovers his face, his breath heavy. “i’m serious don’t be messing with me”

“i am serious” i grab his hands and i come closer to him

“please” i guide his hands down toward my waist.

his hands grip my waist and he pulls me close so our bodies are against each other

i feel his bulge rest against my thigh. i bite my bottom lip

matt cups my face with his hands and presses a deep kiss on my lips

“mmm” i moan into the kiss, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.

matt breaks the kiss to look at me “you’re re so pretty” he kisses my forehead

i smile, my cheeks red.

i press my thigh into his crotch. matt lets out a whimper which sends electricity throughout my body.

“fuck i need you now” he groans and pushes me against the wall, kissing me.

he reaches down and unbuckles his belt and drops it to the floor. he deepens the kiss.

i moan into the kiss as he deepens it. i reach down and tug up at his shirt, which he then swiftly removes.

he pins my body against the wall again. he reaches up my shirt to massage my tits.

“oh fuck” he groans. “you’re so fucking sexy”

i tip my head back as matt grips onto my chest and teases my nipples with his fingers.

he lifts my shirt off of my body and presses me back against the wall- goosebumps raise on my skin when my back makes contact with the cold wall.

matt kisses down my jaw to my neck, leaving marks. i reach down and cup my hand over his bulge through his pants.

matt’s hips buck forward for more contact. i gently rub his clothed crotch

he breathes onto my neck as i tease him. he kisses and sucks on my neck, his body pressed against mine.

i reach down with my other hand to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. matt bites down on my neck as a sudden reaction, causing a mix of pain and pleasure.

i let out a loud moan of his name. he covers my mouth. “shh. shh”

shit i totally forgot where we are. but i don’t care.

“you gotta be quiet pretty girl” instead of matt removing his hand from my mouth he forces his fingers into my mouth.

i look up into his eyes and suck his fingers

“mm good girl”

he reaches down with his other hand and pulls down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

i look down at his hard cock

fuck it’s huge

my heart races.

matt removes his fingers from my mouth and traces them down my curves. he places his fingers gently on my clit through my panties. i let out a desperate moan

“please” i beg

“please what pretty girl? what do you want?” matt has a hungry look in his eyes.

“i want you to touch me. please” i beg

he looks me in me eyes as he applies more pressure to my sensitive clit

“oh fuck” i moan, my head tipping back

“no look at me” he grabs my face with his other hand.

i look back into his eyes as he touches me. i let out moans with every circle he rubs on my clit, i’m so sensitive- i’ve been wanting this. needing this.

“pretty girl can i take these off?” he tugs at the waistband of my panties

i nod my head “mhm, please”

matt wastes no time in sliding them down off of my body.

he takes all of our clothes and piles them up on the floor. he picks me up and lays me on top of them

i giggle at the makeshift ‘bed’ as he lays me down.

matt spreads my legs and hovers above me, looking down at me hungrily

i can’t believe this is happening. me completely exposed infront of my best friend in a random gas station in the middle of nowhere.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you sure?” matt looks at me with a sincere look

“yeah.. yes.” i nod my head.

he smiles and lines himself up with my entrance.

he slowly strokes himself for a moment before rubbing his tip over my folds.

“fuck you’re so wet” he whimpers

he continues rubbing his tip over my pussy for a minute before pressing it into me with a grunt

“oh fuck” i practically scream.

“you okay? i can go slow” he rubs my thighs to soothe me

“yeah you’re just really big” i laugh

matt shakes his head and rolls his eyes jokingly

“can i push in a bit more?”

i nod my head, spreading my legs further

“ah fuckk” matt groans as he pushes his length another inch into me

i feel his dick fill me up as he slowly pushes it in. i grip my nails onto his back.

“a little bit more pretty girl, can you take it all?”

i look up at him with a needy look in my eyes “yes please”

matt pushes my legs further apart, further than i thought they could. he bottoms out, his dick completely filling me up, my walls tight around him

“you’re so tight” matt start to slowly pump inside me

i moan with every movement he makes. he covers my mouth

“shh y/n you gotta be quiet for me.”

i nod my head.

matt picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me quickly. the sound of skin slapping and moans fill the room.

my stomach ties in a knot. i’ve never felt like this before.

“fuck matt” i whine

“you okay?” he slows down

“fuck don’t stop please.” i beg “matt you feel so good inside me”

he quickens the pace once more, making my legs shake

“fuck i think i’m gonna cum” i can barely spit the words out though my moans

“cum for me pretty girl” matt pushes my hair out of my face. he reaches down and places his fingers over my sensitive clit.

all these feelings are so overwhelming. my walls start to tense up around his dick.

“does that feel good?“ matt asks, it’s obvious he can feel me tensing up.

“yes- don’t stop. please” i beg for release.

matt pushes down on my stomach. “feel how deep i am inside you? you like that?”

his words send me over the edge. my whole body tenses up, my legs shaking. the knot in my stomach releases as i cum around him

“oh fuck” matt quickly pulls out and without even stroking himself anymore he lets out hot cum all over my pussy and stomach

“fuck” he pants and lays down next to me on the pile of clothes.

“that was-“ i pant

“amazing” matt completes my sentence.

i nod my head.

matt grabs some paper towels and helps clean me up. he helps me to my feet and gathers my clothes.

“you okay?” he leans in for a hug

“yeah- more than okay” i hug him tightly.

suddenly there’s a knock at the door “matt? y/n?”

“fuck! what do we do!” matt whispers

“having a good time in there freaks?” we hear nicks voice

my eyes widen and i laugh as matt frantically puts his clothes back on.

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comment requests, i got so carried away this is soo long lmao

also sorry if there’s typos or anything lol i’m too lazy to proofread fully

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turcott3 · 11 months ago

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made for me

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, oral f and m receiving, protected sex, pet names, fluff

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you giggled at the soft feeling of the bed after matt tossed you onto it, climbing over you, attaching your lips desperately but lovingly. you were both dressed and ready for bed but it seemed you were both far from ready to sleep.

you haven’t been with matt for more than 2 months and if you were honest, you were afraid to get physical with him due to his size. which always sounded stupid coming out, but matt is a giant, beautiful, brunette monster. you couldn’t even fathom the things he would do to you, but tonight things felt different. sex was in the air looming over the two of you. the way his soft lips tangled themselves with yours sent butterflies through your body. you admired the was the light chiseled his abdomen and the way his grey sweatpants made you nervous to have him pummeling deep inside you. you weren’t sure how much you could handle.

“baby.” he says picking his head up and locking eyes with you.

“hm?”

“can we?”

“matt im-“

“baby please, i just want to love you. i want to show you, in more than just words, how beautiful you are and i know you’re afraid but i promise i’ll be so careful. i’ll take such good care of you my love.”

“you promise?” you reply, the fear wasn’t coming from a place of unknown. you weren’t a virgin, you’d just never dated a 6 foot 7 beefy athlete before.

“i promise. i would never hurt you. if it’s too much tell me and i’ll stop okay? i want you to be comfortable.”

“okay.” you accept smiling lightly, watching your boy’s eyes light up made your heart jump in your chest. you knew he was romantic and truthfully you were beyond excited to explore further into your relationship, fears aside. you also, subconsciously, loved the way he was begging for you. the way he’d just begged to touch and love you made you crave him in ways you hadn’t before.

“my beautiful baby.” he smiles, attaching your lips in a kiss that you swore could’ve caused a spark that set the whole room on fire. he toyed with the seam of your large tshirt, allowing him to tug it off you carefully, hardly losing touch.

“to make this even, let’s lose these.” you giggle as you sat there in only your thong, tugging at the waistband of his dreadful sweatpants. he smirks at you before pulling them down, keeping eye contact with you. he stepped back out of his pants and looked you up and down. you become painfully aware of your bare chest and fight the urge to cover up.

“wow.” he scoffs.

“what?” you reply nervously.

“this was so worth waiting for, look at you. fucking gorgeous.” he smiles as your cheeks heat up.

“stop it matt.”

“what? i’m just stating the obvious.” he giggles, walking back over to you, kissing you with more passion than you’ve ever felt. his hand found its way into your hair, grabbing into it lightly,

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asks randomly.

“what do you mean?”

“like do you want to go a little further?”

“yes.” you simply say.

“lay back for me.” he says and you comply. delicately, he pulls your underwear down and your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden contact between your legs. his large hands wrapping around the outside of your thighs as his tongue pays close attention to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you say, your abdomen tightening as your hand tugs the brunettes hair. the way he paid such close attention to your pleasure. you were creeping close to the edge, you could feel yourself coming close to a climax.

“matt-“ you say and he backs off quickly, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“why’d you stop?” you frown.

“i don’t want you to get off on just that.” he giggles. you reach out and grab his face, bringing his lips back to yours.

“let me.” you say pushing him away. setting in the edge of the bed, yanking his boxers down. your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

“holy shit.” you whisper to yourself before taking him into your hand, stroking him fully hard. you bring his tip to your lips as you push spit through your lips, circling the saliva with your tongue, striking him wet with your hand.

“jesus christ.” he groans looking down at the sight below him. he gathers your hair behind your head carefully, not pushing you. you lock eyes with him as you take him fully into your mouth, pushing your limits, holding your thumb to attempt to keep yourself from gagging. somehow, your lips almost touch the base of his cock. not once losing eye contact, your eyes well up with tears. fighting the urge to gag you remove him from your mouth, stroking him with your hand completely out of air.

“no more.” he says quietly, using two fingers to guide your chin back to his lips.

“but why?” you pout.

“because.” he giggles, making his point very clear as he drags his fingers through your soaking folds.

“promise you’ll go slow?”

“yes baby, i promise.” he smiles, grabbing a condom from his drawer.

“give me that.” you say. he hands you the condom and you carefully tear it open, rolling it onto his thick cock.

“lay back my love.” he says fluffing the pillows behind you before you lean back. he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. you gasped at the way he stretched you out, moaning out in pleasure. once he bottoms out, you can feel your stomach bulging.

“god matt you’re so big.” you gasp, running light fingers over the bulge which directed his attention to it.

“i’m all yours.” he smirks, using one hand to lift your head to meet his in the middle, connecting your lips sensually. slowly, he retracts his hips, thrusting back into you at the same speed. you couldn’t lie and say you were t enjoying the sensation of him being almost too big for you.

“are you okay?” he asks keeping his speed.

“yes baby, you can go faster.” you say, becoming anxious for him to speed up. carefully, he speeds up just enough for your moans to practically become cries.

“oh my god.” you say, your moans snapping up an octave.

“i love you.” he says lowly, his face inches away from yours.

“i love you too.” you choke out, your eyes fighting the urge to roll into the back of your head. he hit every single sensitive spot inside you, practically overwhelming all of your senses.

“matt.” you moan, your fingers scratching his back harshly.

“god fuck, say it again.” he grunts, picking up his pace.

“oh my fucking god, matt you feel so good,” you moan upon his request.

“i’m close.” you whisper just barely audible due to the loud sound of your skin slapping together.

“come for me baby. just let go.” he says, sucking at the skin in your neck as the line snaps in your stomach, releasing all of your tightened muscles, a galaxy forming in your eyes as he fucks you right through your orgasm. he slows down quickly, pulling out of you, still stroking his cock. hazily, you get into your knees and pull the condom off of him, quickly taking him back into your mouth. you sucked in your cheeks, paying close attention to his sensitive tip. you pull away, stroking him with pressure until you felt his cock twitch in your hand. you open your mouth immediately, allowing him to spill his salty climax into your tongue, locking eyes with him as you swallow every last drop of it. with daze in your eyes, you lay back down not worrying about your clothes.

“you okay baby?” he giggles, taking his place next to you, running a finger lightly down your arm.

“that was fucking incredible, you’re incredible.” you say rolling over to face him. he smiles at your words, bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you to his chest. the warmth of his bare skin, lulling you to a sleepy state.

“can we go to sleep now? you wore me out.” you ask, cuddled to his side.

“of course y/n.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i hope i dream about you.” you mumble closing your eyes.

“me too.” he giggles as your breathing slows.

“my beautiful beautiful baby. i love you so much.” he whispers into your hair, your heart fluttering, falling asleep very quickly after.

#matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe fluff #matt rempe smut #ny rangers #hockey imagine #hockey smut #turcs’ talk

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elexaria · 11 months ago

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i have had modern! au miguel o’hara brain rot so bad 😵‍💫 he comes back to the apartment after a shitty day at alchemax and he’s all tense and agitated.

murmurs out a “just wanna relax, cariño” when you try and ask him whats up. he just sits on the couch in his tshirt and sweatpants, rubbing his temples to try and alleviate the tension :( and its so hard to see! your handsome, smart boyfriend doesnt deserve to have all this pressure on him! so you crawl next to him, peppering his cheek and neck with gentle kisses. he just kinda huffs at first, a little annoyed. “mi alma—“ he murmurs in a chiding tone, but you can see the way he tilts his head to let you access that sensitive spot in the hollow of his collarbone, letting out a small grunt when you suckle.

and then when you nibble on his neck, leaving faint markings, you notice the way he’s beginning to grip the arm of the sofa, practically clawing at the fabric from the nagging sensation of his growing arousal. your hands wander from his lean shoulders, gliding over his broad chest muscles with a satisfied moan— before coincidentally drifting down to the growing cock print that’s pressed up against his sweats. a flush of arousal skirts across his chiseled cheeks, eyebrows furrowing as he watches you pull away to watch as your hands meticulously free his aching erection, which springs from its confines and thwaps back against his abdomen.

every time you do this, it makes the butterflies in the pit of your stomach seize up. with a stifled whine, you lock eye contact with miguel as you slowly pump his erection with your hands. he sucks in air through his teeth, glaring right at you from underneath his furrowed eyebrows, still death gripping the sofa’s arm. you begin to babble praise to miguel, about how he doesn’t deserve to get so stressed out by incompetent staff in alchemax, how your poor boy needs to let his wifey take care of him <3 and when you lean down to trace the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to the slit of his head, miguel can’t hold back the choked up growl that tears its way through his throat.

and when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with one swift motion, miguel damn near howls at the sensation, the tight walls of your throat constricting against his thick girth as he involuntarily bucks his hips up towards your mouth, growling and spluttering like a starved beast.

you hate how he gets stressed out from his work, how he constantly has to deal with the consequences of being a brilliant scientist. but you have to admit, you do enjoy taking care of miguel like this, having him all pliant and like putty in your hands when hes in a post-coital haze. only then will he relax and spill the beans on whats troubling him <3

#elexaria writes #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel smut

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rrenzwrld · 1 year ago

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sound of my heart

ony x black reader

first ony piece! i literally just wrote what came to my mind so i’m not sure what’s happening, gets toxic at the end? idk but i wanna write for him more just not anything this…weird. but if you want more of this specific thing, lmk!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“i’ll pick you up at 8, okay? what do you wanna eat so i can have it when i get you.”

“it doesn’t matter. you know i’ll eat anything.” you heard ony suck his teeth over the phone.

“y/n. you do this all the time.”

“and i’m gonna tell you the same thing, all the time.” you giggled.

“whatever man, i’ll pick you up some tacos or something. just be ready when i get there, aight?”

“mhm.” and with that you hung up to start putting on some decent clothes.

you went to your closet and put on a white tshirt, forest green cargo pants, your new balance, and a gray hoodie. you topped off the outfit with a navy blue hat ony gave you with a tote bag. by the time you got yourself together, ony had texted you saying he was outside of your dorm.

“you meeting ony?” your roommate, jadeja knew by this time that whenever you put something other than sweats and a beanie on, you were probably going to see your boyfriend, ony.

“yeah, i’ll be back though. i’ll text you if i stay out later than planned.”

“okay~have fun!” she winked which made you roll your eyes before going downstairs.

when you got outside, ony was on his phone until he looked up and saw you. a smile instantly appeared on his face as he outstretched his arms to you for a nearly bonecrushing hug.

“i missed you so fuckin much.”

“i can tell.” you giggled while your arms were wrapped around his torso. you didn’t see ony as much anymore just because of all the away games he’s been on. whenever he was on campus, he tried to use those days to spend time with you even if it wasn’t a lot.

“i thought you brought food.” you pouted slightly.

“damn, you worried about the food than me.” he laughed but you felt bad immediately and he saw that. “you know i’m just fuckin with you. it’s in the car.”

once the two of you got to riding, you stopped somewhere to eat your food.

“so, where we going?”

“just a lil party jalen’s throwing. wanted to pop out for him for a lil bit then we can leave.” he knew how much you really didn’t like parties but you didn’t mind it if he was around.

are you listening?

“i would’ve dressed better if i knew you wanted to go to a party—“

“nah you look good. you’re fine,” he looked at you and raised his hand to turn your face towards his. “you look beautiful tonight.”

“liar.” ony knew his effect on you and you knew that he did. he knew what to say to get something out of you and it was true, to him you were the most beautiful girl in the world but the way he said it could make you pool up right in front of him. “we’re nearly dressed the same.”

“don’t care.” ony started up the car and took one last sip of his soda.

“hm?” you heard him, you just wanted to see if he would repeat it.

he shook his head and started driving again.

“nothing.”

you and ony pulled up to the party and he was immediately bombarded by all kinds of people. you didn’t know what to do so you tried to stick by as close as possible. but with the type of person your boyfriend was, you had to let him be the social butterfly that he was. so while he was chatting it up with everyone in the room, you went in the kitchen to pour yourself a drink and stand around with others who didn’t wanna be in the midst of all the commotion. you did recognize some people from your class so you got to talking with some of them just to pass time but you could tell they were getting high and having their own fun away from everyone else.

“so you ony’s girl?” you nodded as you watched the boy take another hit of the blunt in his hand. “you cute. why don’t i ever see you around?” you shrugged, not really feeling the talking anymore. you just wondered where your boyfriend was.

“tamron leave that girl alone. she don’t wanna talk to you and you know how that man get about his bitches.” another girl, lydia, chimed in.

“see ain’t body even talking about allat. i just asked her a question,” tamron turned to you again after addressing what lydia told him. “anyways, why don’t i see you around? you don’t come out like that or something?”

“nah i just stay to myself, don’t go out often.”

“you too pretty to be staying in the house all the time.” tamron was gazing into you like he wanted to eat you or something and admittedly, you were uncomfortable but you knew that the weed and maybe the liquor was making it hard for tamron to notice that.

are you listening?

but before you could come up with your next thought, you saw ony move through the crowd to get to you and you were relieved.

“i hope yall not over here fuckin with my girl.” tamron looked at ony and smiled as if he wasn’t the main one.

“nigga ain’t nobody fucking with your girl—“

“nah tamron letting that blunt get to his head.” tamron looked at lydia and mean mugged her.

“snitch.” he mumbled.

“anyways, we finna leave. y/n, c’mon.” he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. for ony to be moving this fast after seeming to be having fun, you wondered how exactly he was feeling. on the way out the door, ony said his goodbyes and of course people wanted him to stay but he was set on nearly dragging you behind him. something was weird about how ony was handling you so you stopped once the two of you got near the car.

“the fuck you stopping for? i said c’mon.” he still had a hold on your wrist.

“you been drinking?” ony couldn’t look you in your eyes so you had an answer. “answer me please.”

“yeah, few shots. why?” you could hear the slight slurring in his voice and he couldn’t stay still.

“i’m not bout to let you drink and drive. gimme the keys.” you held out your hand expecting the car keys but he just looked at your hand.

“i’m good.”

“no, ony. gimme the keys.”

“y/n..y/n,” ony laughed softly. “i’m good. promise.” you knew he was lying but he turned away from you and went to the driver’s side of the car.

“gimme the fucking keys! i’m not bout to let you drive with liquor in your system.” you never raised your voice especially at your boyfriend, but you had no choice if you wanted him to listen to you.

“i only had a few shots, that’s it. leave it alone, i’m driving, this my shit. get in the car, y/n.” he was steady stumbling and slurring.

“dumb ass can barely stand up straight,” you walked around to ony and snatched the keys from him. “gimme them keys nigga.” you pushed him out the way and got in the car.

“who the fuck you pushin…” while he was mumbling a bunch of nothing, he went around to the passenger side and got in. the ride back to ony’s apartment was quiet and tense. even though you knew he was drunk and high, the way the combination made him treat you wasn’t what you were used to.

when you finally helped him get into his room, you took off his jacket, shirt, and jeans before pulling a blanket over him. you didn’t have any clothes or anything to stay over so you called an uber back to your dorm and texted you roommate to let her know you were on the way in.

the next morning, you had a small conversation with ony before falling back asleep. when you woke up later in the afternoon, you had some missed calls and a notification from instagram. you checked it and recognized the account as the dude that was trying to talk to you at the party. you ignored it and got up out of bed. you noticed jadeja wasn’t there even thought it was a saturday but you didn’t worry too much after you texted to make sure she was okay.

although you couldn’t really take ony right now, that didn’t stop him from him letting you know he was outside your dorm. you rolled your eyes before getting up and going down to get him and brought him back to your room.

“why you being weird?” you sighed heavily while sitting down in your swivel chair by your desk.

“i’m not, i told you that. i’m just tired.” ony checked his phone.

“you been sleep since 9:30. it’s 2 o’clock right now.” you didn’t mean to sleep that long. “what happened last night?”

“nothing.” even though it made you feel weird, you felt like it wasn’t important enough to address. it wasn’t like he hit you or anything, you just knew it was what was in his system controlling him…which happened often when he got into a specific element.

“you sure?” you nodded. “positive?” you nodded again. ony did feel like something was off but he also knew you had a problem with communicating because you hated conflict if there was any.

are you listening?

“why are you here?” he looked you like you were crazy.

“fuck you mean why i’m here? i came to see what the issue was with you.”

“there’s no issue.” ony shrugged.

“sooo, can i get a hug or something?” no matter the energy, ony just wanted to be around you because he knew he rarely got to see you nowadays.

you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist but something was off. instead of smelling his natural musk or the cologne he’d use all the time, you inhaled a sweeter scent on him as if it was a smell another woman would use. but because you didn’t like conflict, you never said anything.

“i love you.” ony pressed his lips up against your cheek and placed more kisses all over you face, making you giggle. “so much. you love me?”

“of course i love you. always.”

after a few hours ony left and deja came back soon after that with a mutual friend, taylor. deja had been living with you since freshman year so she could tell something was up with your energy so you couldn’t get past telling her your concerns.

“you smelled some other bitch shit on him? oh nah, tell him!”

“deja, that’s dumb. y’know she not gon say nothing to that man and plus, why would he admit to another girl perfume on him?” your friend, taylor, was right. if he wouldn’t admit to it anyway, why waste time by asking? but you also didn’t wanna jump to conclusions and the only way to not do that was to get information straight from the source.

“maybe it was a sister, cousin or something.” you made an excuse

“she got a point…if he had another girl in his space, you have the right to know! and why would his family be down here and you not know? they live 5 hours away.”

“oh don’t worry bout it, texting the nigga right now…” you looked over and saw deja with your phone and tapping away on it.

“deja what the fuck!” you snatched it from her to make sure nothing was sent but the damage was done.

taylor covered her mouth, stiffling her laughs. “you sent it?? he coming over here?”

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

are you…listening?

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader #college athlete au #college au

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 7 months ago

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i've been talking about this in servers but i thought i'd tally them all up and post them

Non-exhaustive list of ideas for next seasons costume updates that would kill me dead in the ground

Pink accents patton

round glasses patton and/or square glasses logan

blazer logan

any punk-ish additions to virgil (bonus points for fingerless gloves)

updated virgil makeup for a more dramtic look (eyeliner wings???)

makeup for Roman

any femme additions for roman (plz plz plzzzzzz put my boy in a ballgown)

gray-main color pallet for janus

pirate-y remus

heterochromia virgil

heterochromia LOGAN

matching/opposite heterochromia creativitwins

mirrored twin stuff in general. i want them to look like funhouse reflections. like their sashes going opposite directions would make me lose it

slightly darker gray OR white additions to pattons color palette, depending on how the season finale goes

gray or black additions to romans color palette

anyone in pastel anything

loosened tie logan

UNDONE TIE LOGAN

gray or white additions to virgils color palette (the stripey long sleeved tshirt from the casual photoshoot on the more conservative changes end, full white on the more dramatic)

Butterfly or moth theme virgil

fem additions to virgil's look

more accessories (jewelry, maybe headphones for virgil, maybe some more people get hats like perhaps a crown )

honestly if Roman just goes full evil emperor look i'll die i know its unlikely but he deserves a Ready As I'll Ever Be moment

animal motif logan (im partial to Raven)

Janus losing some layers and he also has scales on his arms and hands pleeeeeeeeeease

feel free to add your own costume daydreams i want to hoard them

#violet.txt

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loveinhawkins · 2 years ago

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Thinking again about theater kid Dustin so naturally I had to come to you 💙 Specifically I’m thinking about Dustin auditioning for a community theater production of Jesus Christ Superstar with an eccentric director who convinces Eddie to audition for Judas. He knows his reputation and thinks his notoriety will add an extra meta layer to the role (and get some butts in the seats he’s gotta keep the lights on somehow). Eddie is reluctant to put himself in the spotlight but ultimately does cause Dustin is excited about it. Also he’s really good? He plays it completely sincerely which no one is expecting, really leans into the interpretation that Judas was in love with Jesus and amps up the tragedy. (Afterwards Steve also asks him if that kiss with Jesus is in the script or…?)

i love this so much, thank you for sharing with me! ❤️ theatre kid Dustin is just so incredibly precious & i just love the thought of him having so much fun with it in his future. like i see him as such a little social butterfly, i think everyone in the theatre group would adore him (i’m always so upset when his peers make fun of him at the snow ball, no, that’s my boy!!!)

and oh my god Jesus Christ superstar yes!!! yeah i can see Eddie being so hesitant about it, like the thought of how certain factions of hawkins might still view him makes him nauseous.

but the director—who maybe knows through close-knit community theatre circles that a very young Eddie once played Action in West Side Story (i love your story so much ❤️)—has one last parting shot which convinces him.

“So you never want to have fun ever again?”

… Huh, Eddie thinks.

he still asks for Dustin’s approval, all too concerned with the thought that this is Dustin’s thing and maybe he’s overstepping or something, or—

“Holy shit, that’s some seriously impressive over-thinking,” Dustin says. “You’re my friend, asshole.”

And maybe he says it with a tone, but he means I wanna hang out more with you not less!

so Eddie takes the role and of course he’s brilliant—okay everyone’s got opinions on the auto tune used in Tim Minchin’s rendition but dear god the depths in his eyes, the acting. also maybe the director does a present day take like that version did & Eddie’s jokingly like “I could wear the hellfire tshirt” & the director’s eyes light up & Eddie quickly goes, “No. That was a joke, it wouldn’t even make sense.”—and maybe there’s something empowering in playing this figure when people once said his name and the Devil’s in the same breath.

Maybe, maybe.

and oh we all know who Eddie is thinking about when he’s singing:

I don't know how to love him I don't know why he moves me He's a man, he's just a man He's not a king, he's just the same As anyone I know He scares me so

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Does he love, does he love me too? Does he care for me?

And oh on a lighthearted note, Steve asking if the kiss is in the script has me in hysterics, especially if this is pre-them getting together.

just the thought of Steve staring grumpily any time there’s a scene with Jesus & Judas—the guy who plays Jesus is maybe like a couple years older than Eddie, not originally from Hawkins perhaps so he’s kinda not fully aware of Eddie’s history & sure, he’s nice, but he’s just not on Eddie’s radar at all.

So when Steve asks if the kiss was in the script (not that he cares! At all! He doesn’t care! Look at how much he doesn’t care!), Eddie stares at him for a long moment and says, “Steve. Did you think I improvved the Bible?”

Dustin, who is also here—currently doing English homework up on a barstool in Steve’s kitchen while Eddie & Steve lounge on the couch—sighs very loudly and says, “How the fuck am I supposed to know what role dialogue plays in Much Ado About Nothing?”

Eddie waves a hand distractedly at him. “Just make it up.”

“I can’t just because my way through Shakespeare,” Dustin says, adds in a huffy undertone, “this isn’t one of your campaigns.”

Eddie mimes being stabbed in the heart. “Oh, betrayal!”

“So it was in the script?” Steve says.

“Oh for—yes, Steve, it was,” Eddie says. “It’s called acting. Also, it was on the cheek.”

“So?”

“So—ugh, just—” Eddie tugs on Steve’s wrist impulsively, while another part of his brain is screaming in vain for him to stop. “Come here.”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m just showing you how fucking little it—”

I’m never finishing this essay, Dustin thinks. My home life is distracting and chaotic.

And Eddie kisses Steve very very chastely on the cheek, just to show it was nothing, that’s all, but Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his skin, the warmth of his lips, and Eddie doesn’t really think it through until he does it and then oh shit, his heart is pounding—

“Oh, yup cool,” Steve says. “That’s—yeah, wow, that’s it? Huh. I need some air.”

“From your own house?” Dustin says, to the front door already slamming shut.

And Eddie’s eyes are wide and shiny, like, did I fuck up, and it takes all of Dustin’s self control to not roll his eyes and slam his face into his book.

Then he softens a bit, remembers looking out into the audience and seeing Steve silently crying while Eddie sang You have murdered me.

“You’re so dumb,” Dustin tells Eddie as gently as he can. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Uh.” Eddie blinks. “Did I—should I…?”

Dustin sighs wearily, slings his backpack over his shoulder. And he has a parting shot of his own:

“I’m not waiting through another production for you two to get your shit together.”

#i hope this repays even a little bit the joy i had thinking about this! ❤️#dustin henderson headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #steddie headcanon #steddie hcs #henderfam #steddie #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steddie ficlet #dustin henderson #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #JCS AU

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iwannaban0nym0us · 2 months ago

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Y’all I’ve got a new crush, I haven’t made a post like this in a while but I think this is gonnna be one of my long rambly posts

I’m so screwed, I like her so much, like head over heals, writing poetry about her, can’t stop thinking about her, every excuse possible to see her or talk to her or text her

On one hand I’m not even sure if she’d date someone nonbinary but on the other hand I haven’t felt like this since my last ex 2 years ago (it’s wild to me that it was that long ago)

This is reminding me sooooo much of my last ex but I think it’s managing to be in a good way (I really really hope it’s a good way) it’s the same kinda friend of a friend to fast friends progression I had with my ex

As of like a week or two ago we weren’t really friends but like we’re classmates and teammates and have a lot of mutual friends and know each other comparatively well, but now now we’ve been texting for 2 hours pretty much nonstop

Over the past 2 weeks I’ve slowly tried to increase our friendship and you could say it’s gone well, I’ve used robotics and our English class as an excuse to talk to her as much as possible and I stop by her friend group in the mornings or at lunch sometimes too since I get along with all of them well

This week I’ve had the brilliant excuse of a lot a lot of robotics stuff that we both need to help out with a lot of our lunches and afternoons have been spent working together (and w/ teammates) on stuff

Monday after we both left from robotics (her to go home me to go watch the boys soccer game w/ my team) and that’s when the first like actual thing happened, we’d texted a bit previously but almost never about anything besides logistical stuff, but but on Monday SHE texted me just a casual comment about being tired and how I was going to watch the soccer game but then it lead to a whole text conversation about some random stuff

Tuesday not much happened but she was very stressed when I saw her after school and I gave her a hug and texted after to check in on her and she said thank you for the hug with heart hands

Wednesday, that was a day of big things lol, at lunch we were working on robotics together and she said she was cold and I was actually warm so I took off my long sleeve shirt (dw I had a tshirt under) and with a bit of convincing I got her to wear my shirt and holy shit it was so cute, she’s like an inch taller than me but I’m definitely bigger than her (and like my shirts baggy) so it looked oversized on her and it was mine and aaaaaaa save me

Then I saw her after an awful soccer practice on Wednesday and I was literally soaking wet but I still managed to get a good bye hug from her and then she ended up being delayed leaving so I stayed and talked to her for a bit longer

Also throughout the week I’ve been like slowly building up physical contact, a hand on a shoulder here or there, leaning into her a bit (she’s leaned back sometimes which always gives me butterflies) or putting my head on her shoulder when I said I was tired (she leaned her head on mine)

Now today, I saw her a bit in the morning and between classes and at lunch she stopped by robotics and we chatted and it was chill and then last block of the day I was in the shop and she came by and we talked and even like helped out with cleanup from the class and like we talked for a bit and like wandered over to where her friend group hangs out but we kept talking even tho her friends were there

Anyway now now oh my god, I texted her about robotics and then she kinda checked in on me because I was so tired today and somehow that has led to us almost continuously texting for the past 3 hours, I was legit kicking my feet and smiling at my phone texting her just talking to her makes me so happy

We’ve talked about so many things and she keeps asking questions and keeping the conversation going and like it definitely wasn’t one sided and our text history is more than doubled now I think lol

During the conversation she said she usually goes to bed at like 10/11 and it’s midnight now and we just said good night,,,, and like she was keeping the conversation going like there were plenty of stoping points, another big win is that I got a “gn [my name] 🫶” so uh yeah

This whole thing is just making me so happy and giddy in a way I haven’t felt since my ex and it makes me so happy, and also like I feel like I’m finally over my ex, like my new crush is on my mind more than my ex and instead of slipping up in my head with my exes name instead of my crushes it’s the other way around

I really really hope this goes well I just like her so much and now like all that stuff is giving me probably unfounded hope

#me #personal #tulip #tulip is my new tag for my crush I’ve decided #crush #ex #M

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queenofbaws · 1 year ago

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Filmmaker signed a deal to direct Until Dawn

Few details have emerged about the details involving the film. There is no confirmation about what exacted storyline will be selected for the big screen, since Until Dawn is a butterfly-effect style game. No release date has been announced for the Until Dawn movie.

waaaaaah i was dealing with medical stuff all day yesterday and i come home to this?!?!!?!??! hehehe

i have. genuinely no idea how i feel about this news other than to say these three things:

(1) i was late to the UD fandom to start with, meaning i missed out on a lot of the, uh, worst parts of a fandom, and boy i'm not interested in seeing all the RANCID discourse brought up again - i am ancient, i am dusty, i am old, and my poor arthritic bones simply cannot handle pressing the block button that many times whenever ashley's name comes up anymore

(2) man alive i want some official merch, give mama some official merch, let me walk into a hot topic and pick up some unTIL DAWN TSHIRTS BABYYYYYYYY! let me pay $60 for a replica death totem i can keep on my bedside table!!!! GIVE ME TEMPORARY VERSIONS OF HANNAH'S BUTTERFLY TATTOOOOOOOOOOO

(3) i hope to christ this movie resonates with someone because as i've said before - and will likely say again - there is nothing ON EARTH i want more than to make a flamethrower guy rp account and just barge in on other people's public rp threads to drop ominous warnings and then fuckIN DIP!!!!!!!! maybe...maybe this is the universe giving me that chance after all 🥹 maybe...maybe i will get to be the jack fiddler blog everyone hates 🥹 maybe...........maybe this is my shot 🥹🥹🥹

#feral-hawke #asks #hehehehehe omg thank you for letting me know!!!!#i spent this morning catching up on tumblr stuff and a good portion of that was me going ?!?!?!?! whys everyone talking about a movie #BOY THIS ONE'S GONNA BE STRANGE HUH FOLKS

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psych0catt · 2 years ago

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hi :) how're you doing? I hope you're well!

all my writing is on ao3 under the name psychoreads. I have 6 bts books on there!

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in which yoongi loses his shoes when running the 200 metres on sports day, and an unexpected someone assists him when he falls.

this is a slight twist on the tumblr prompt; "a character's footwear falls of when they are trying to run away" (sorry, i don't know who posted this prompt).

approximately 20,350 words.

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the sun was beaming harsher than it ever had before. the usually green grass was looking more of a yellowish green. it blew in the slight breeze, which yoongi would be thankful for if it ever sped up. the racket outside could be heard from where he stood by the door to the main school building, where he held his bottle under an outside tap to fill it up. the noise came from a combination of overly proud parents and teachers shouting people directions.

it was sports day. it was the day yoongi hated with a passion, but he was forced to cooperate. switching off the tap, he screwed on the lid to his water bottle and took a long drink from it, momentarily relieving him from the stupidly hot weather. suddenly, the door burst open from behind him and a group of cheering boys erupted from it.

yoongi watched as they passed, standing awkwardly in the shade as he prolonged having to head over. the group of boys were the populars, always loud and always not giving a shit about it. </p>

yoongi pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched them all come out like a pack of wolves or something. yoongi hated them. he hated them all, except one.

the very last to exit the building was that very person; kim taehyung. taehyung's face was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, with his features soft yet sharp and his hair always styled to perfection. he used just the right amount of gel every time, just enough so that it would stay in place but you couldn't tell he had any in unless you knew your way around hair gel.

taehyung shot him a small smirk and held confident eye contact with yoongi as he ran his fingers through his hair, all while walking down the stone ramp that led up to the door. yoongi practically melted inside, his stomach swarming with butterflies and his heart thumping hard. yoongi watched taehyung walk away; he watched the way his shorts hugged the crease of his ass whenever he took a step forward. he watched the way his hair bounced as he jogged up to catch up with one of his friends.

fanning his tshirt, yoongi made his way over to the field. while he hated sports day, it would be embarrassing to be late to it.

as soon as be stepped out of the shade, he was reminded of how hot it was out. walking along the gravel, he sighed in frustration and scanned the field for taehyung. he'd looked around for taehyung so often that he'd become a professional at spotting him in a crowd. almost immediately he saw him, doing some kind of a hand shake with jimin, who had always seemed to be his best friend, but that was just yoongi's best guess. in all honesty, he'd never even spoken a word to taehyung, except "excuse me" when he was stood in front of his locker.

yoongi had always really wanted to, but with their school hierarchy, he wouldn't dare approach his friend group to talk to him. he imagines he'd be cussed out by some of them, called slurs and the whole nine yards.

yoongi finally arrived to where he was supposed to wait for his race, which sadly was the 200 metre. his race was the fourth race, and thankfully not the last one either. with his water bottle, yoongi stood alone and watched as people lined up for the first race which was the 1000 metre race. yoongi continued to look around for taehyung, but he couldn't see him anywhere. he furrowed his eye brows. he knew taehyung only did sprints, so he wouldn't be lining up for this race, there was no chance of it.

slowly, he turned around to check behind him, and to his (dis)pleasure, taehyung was stood right behind him, just less than half a metre away since everyone packed into the shade. yoongi trailed his eyes up to his face, and taehyung looked back down at him. his expression didn't change when yoongi made eye contact, and yoongi immediately pulled his eyes away and turned back around.

as boring time passed, everyone eventually began sitting on the grass to save their legs, all except for the people who were running next. they were all the sporty type, and claimed it would be beneficial to stand before their race. yoongi hadn't a clue whether it was true or not, but the fact taehyung was standing up made him trust their words a little more.

picking at the grass by his legs, yoongi kept his head hung on his shoulders as he stared at the grass. his heart was going a million miles an hour, and it showed no sign of slowing down. he was absolutely shitting himself because his race was the next race, he was just waiting for the announcement. he could feel that if he stood up, his legs would be shaking and he might even trip over somebody in the crowd.

"now for the two hundred metre!" shouted his teacher mr kim through a megaphone. "that's park jimin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jeon jungkook, and jung hoseok!"

yoongi groaned quietly, pushing himself up off the ground and brushing off any grass on his behind. he trudged to the starting line, which just so happened to be all the way across the field, allowing the race to finish in front of the parents and the rest of the students.

yoongi readied himself in his spot, his heart beating way too fast. the rest of the runners, all from taehyung's friend group, looked more than confident. with their muscular builds and reputation for winning running awards, there was hardly any point in him running, but he knew he had to do it anyway. even though he didn't want to, he would try his best, as he didn't want to waste anyone's time and he knew if he was watching someone walk in a race, he would get major second hand embarrassment.

"on your marks, get set.." after those words were spoke, a piercing whistle was blown. after momentarily flinching at the noise, yoongi began to run, his feet going as fast as they could take him. he looked ahead of him, looking at hoseok and he copied his technique and improved his posture. he continued his pace, doing his best to just keep going.

to yoongi's surprise, he began catching up to hoseok who was the last one in the race. but just as success had almost hit him, yoongi felt his shoes become looser. he mentally panicked but he chose to keep running. he kept going and going, doing his best to both ignore the fact they were coming off, and trying to grip his toes so theyd stay on. but eventually, they both flung off his feet as he ran.

"fuck" he whispered to himself, but he kept going, he kept running and running. hoseok was way ahead of him now, as he'd had to slow his pace to try and save his shoes from being lost. he felt more than embarrassed, he felt utterly humiliated and he knew he'd have to go and pick them up when he had finished the race.

the finish line was ahead of him now, and he guessed that he had about ninety metres left to run. yoongi bolted for it, he ran as hard as he could for the finish line. everyone else had already finished, but people were still cheering for him, as if it really mattered.

feeling as though time had slowed, yoongi looked around at the parents and at his classmates. a feeling of loneliness overcame him; he had no friends here, and he had no family here. of course, his family loved him but they didn't bother coming to see him, even if they knew he would fail the race. yoongi's eyes moved to in front of him, and just a short distance from the finish line, his face hit the floor.

a chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd of students and adults, and then a finale of laughter from the students. yoongi pulled himself up off the floor, standing up and just standing there. he brought a hand to his chin, sweating and gasping for air as if he was a dog.

yoongi jogged off of the track, and waved his hands at the teachers to show them he was done. embarrassed and without shoes, yoongi headed for his locker. he was sweaty, he was bleeding and he felt like erupting in tears. he'd never felt so disgusting in his entire life.

feeling shameful, yoongi sped back the way he'd came. he let his eyes get watery and he let drops of blood roll down his hill, and stain his tshirt. sniffling, he mentally prepared himself to walk along the probably hot gravel.

suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

"ah, sorry. I thought you would've.. heard me" said the voice. turning around, yoongi was more than shocked to see taehyung breathless and holding his shoes. yoongi didn't speak and neither did taehyung; they both just stared at eachother for a while. yoongi looked back at everyone, and back to taehyung.

"it's your race now, right?" asked yoongi, his voice shaky and breathless. with a muddy hand from falling, yoongi wiped his eyes from tears. taehyung looked so attractive, even when he was sweating buckets.

with a smile, he replied, "yeah" he breathed out, and held his shoes out for yoongi to take. with a shaky hand, yoongi took them and continued to look up at taehyung. his hair was messy now, but his golden skin shone beautifully from the sweat. </p>

"there's gonna be the same race next week at a sports event anyway, and my run to grab your shoes then up here was all the exercise I could need today" he laughed, smiling that smile that yoongi had always admired from afar but never actually seen it up close. the way his face scrunched up when he did it was so charming to yoongi.

"wow" thought yoongi as he stared at the beauty that was kim taehyung.

"wow?" repeated taehyung in a questioning tone. he began walking towards the school, and gestured for yoongi to follow him. yoongi's cheeks had a red tint to them.

yoongi didn't speak, he didn't know what to say to him. they walked together until they reached the concrete, where yoongi quickly and awkwardly put his shoes on.

"I'm gonna take you to the bathroom and clean you up. I would take you to the medical room but they take ages to actually help you. I've got a first aid kit in my locker" stated taehyung. the pair of them started walking again, going towards the same door that taehyung had come out of earlier.

"oh, okay" yoongi replied, hiding how confused he was. the pair of them walked to taehyung's locker and picked up the first aid kit. yoongi kept his eyes trained on taehyung's hands, watching how they moved to input his locker code, how they held the locker door open. his finger nails were beautifully well kept, and his hands in general looked well kept. his skin looked softer than a babies bum. his hands were the most elegant yoongi had ever seen.

"right, got it. let's just go in there" smiled taehyung, grabbing yoongi's wrist and guiding him to the bathroom across the hall. yoongi stared at taehyung's hand around his wrist, his heart beating faster the more he held onto it.

taehyung put the first aid kit besides one of the sinks, opening it up and pulling out a few things packets as well as a couple plasters, one bigger than the other. yoongi stood beside taehyung, staring at all his stuff and trying not to look up at him. he did it anyway. even in bad lighting, he still looked stunning.

"sit up on the counter" directed taehyung. yoongi blushed slightly at the dominance in his voice. it was just an instruction, but yoongi couldn't help bit feel attracted by it.

"you have all this with you just every single day?" questioned yoongi, fiddling with his bracelet. he wasn't supposed to wear jewelry on sports day, no one was, but he always wore this bracelet, and he hadn't been told off for it before.

"yeah" answered taehyung with a shrug, opening up one of the pockets. "no one knew you'd trip over your own foot today, but now you're alright because I've got my kit"

yoongi laughed at taehyung's answer, holding his hand over his mouth as he did so. he had always been quite shy, and a little insecure about his smile especially with people like taehyung.

"your chin has been bleeding a lot, is it alright if I touch?" asked taehyung, his voice soft. his eyes went from his chin up to his eyes when he asked the question. gulping anxiously, yoongi nodded.

taehyunv brought a hand up to yoongi's chin, moving it around and trying to get a closer look at it.

"you must've hit it on a rock or something. you've got some dirt in it though" told taehyung, looking up to yoongi's eyes as he held his chin. with the other hand, he gently dabbed what looked like a wipe over the gash.

"ahh!" whined yoongi, closing his eyes and holding taehyung's arm from the pain. taehyung laughed a little, and yoongi did his best not to smile.

"it's just a little lemon wipe, yoongi" teased taehyung. yoongi didn't reply, but he opened his eyes again. he was amazed that he knew his name.

"what, you think I didn't know your name? how couldn't I know the name of the leader of the school book club" he replied, laughing at his own joke. yoongi scoffed at the mocking words, his face turning peachy.

"okay, mr I spend more time running than sleeping" retorted yoongi, making taehyung scoff this time. just to mock him some more, he mocked his scoff.

suddenly taehyung had a serious look on his face, and he gripped his face harshly. yoongi's eyes shot open in a panic, and his whole body tensed up.

"hey, stay still. this is like surgery" he finally said, laughing the last few words out. yoongi didn't move his mouth, he only rolled his eyes which made taehyung laugh even more.

"you look petrified. I'm not gonna bite you, unless you want me to" taunted taehyung, his mouth pulled into a smirk. yoongi's stomach twisted.

"why would I?" responded yoongi, his hands clasping onto the edge of the counter.

"ahh, I don't know. you seem to really like me treating your injuries. you might want more for me to treat, hm?" he teased. yoongi looked at taehyung with serious eyes. he was confused at what taehyung was saying, what he was doing, why he was doing it.

"why are you speaking to me this way?" asked yoongi, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. taehyung's face was overcome with worry and confusion.

"like what?" he replied, taking his and the wipe away from yoongi's face. the cut on his chin was clean and no longer bleeding, and all the blood on his neck had been cleaned up.

"you're being nice, but in a weird way" yoongi accused, wiping his left eye as a tear threatened to fall as he bared the sting of the lemon wipe.

"flirting?" whispered taehyung, to which yoongi fell still and silent. he was shocked. not only was he coming out to him, but he was flirting with him.

"I mean, I guess I am," taehyung said, answering his own question with a shrug, "I know I shouldn't, its... weird. but I always see you looking at me, looking around for me, blushing when I look at you.."

yoongi's eyes widened even more, his cheeks becoming red as he laughed at what taehyung had said.

"I don't do that" argued yoongi, his cheeks a raging pink, "wrong person"

taehyung laughed with him, stepping closer again. he picked up the bigger looking plaster and unwrapped it. with a finger, taehyung gently pushed yoongi's chin up. he gently applied the plaster and rubbed the edges of it to ensure that it was on properly.

"yeah sure, but it doesn't matter" taehyung replied, reaching for a new wipe and wiping off yoongi's muddy hands and muddy knees. yoongi was a blushing mess, trying his best not to show it.

the two of them sat in silence for a while, taehyung cleaning yoongi up and yoongi letting him. it was peaceful, but it still felt weird and slightly wrong. yoongi thought about taehyung's friends and how they'd react if they saw them doing this, if they say taehyung doing this. yoongi knew they were homophobic, he'd heard of incidents involving them, and the most recent one was only a week ago. he had no idea how they were still able to run the races after it all.

"if your friends knew.." mumbled yoongi.

taehyung looked up at him with soft eyes, and reached a hand up to yoongi's cheek. he wiped the tear that fell, and stood as close as he could to him.

"I know.. they're not great, but they're all my childhood friends and my family friends. I don't have a choice other than to like them, except jimin. he's a lot different, he's quite like you when he's not with the others" began taehyung, and yoongi raised a brow at that. "I know I don't really know you but, I know you a little bit. you like to read, you're shy, reserved, you only have a couple friends"

yoongi laughed. "a couple is plenty to me"

taehyung furrowed his brows. "a couple? what about the book club?"

yoongi smiled at him. "I don't really consider them friends, I just love talking about my books" explained yoongi, "and they don't really consider me a friend too"

taehyung looked sad at that news, and looked away for a second, but he quickly looked back. reaching both hands up, taehyung carefully clasped both sides of yoongi's black framed chunky glasses and placed them to one side. he winced at what he saw underneath the nose bit.

"oh yoongi, your poor nose" whispered taehyung. yoongi turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the gash in his nose. he sighed at the sight and turned back around to taehyung.

"I hope my glasses stay on my nose" he noted, making taehyung smile a little. he carefully applied the small circular plaster to yoongi's nose, and handed him back his glasses. yoongi was really blown away by taehyung's kindness, and by everything that had happened between them today. taehyung had been flirting with him, and had spent the past goodness knows how long cleaning up his wounds for him.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, yoongi" smiled taehyung, watching fondly as yoongi put his glasses back on. "you look cute" he added.

blushing, yoongi looked away but taehyung was quick to protest.

"nu uh uhh" he said. yoongi looked back to see him tapping his cheek expectedly. yoongi curled his toes in his shoes and let the feeling of butterflies in his tummy arise.

yoongi didn't move for a few seconds, just looking at taehyung and wondering what to do. he wanted to do it, but he'd never kissed anyone and he felt awkward kissing someone on the cheek. and this was kim taehyung, out of everybody. he was panicking, and he didn't know what to do, but he made up his mind after a while.

yoongi leaned forward on the bench, and put his hands over taehyung's cheeks, making him face him. and then, he stared at him, their faces not too far apart. yoongi's eyes traced over every part of taehyung's face until they rested on his lips.

taehyung smiled slightly at him, and placed his hands on yoongi's thighs, opening them and stepping closer. he waited for yoongi, to see if he would do anything.

"sorry.." whispered yoongi, letting out a breathy and awkward laugh. they held eye contact for a few seconds, before taehyung broke it. his dark brown eyes looked down to yoongi's parted lips, open just partially.

"don't apologise" he whispered in response. yoongi's eyes widened before he shut them firmly. his palms slightly sweaty, he held taehyung's cheeks as their lips gently connected. yoongi's whole face relaxed, his whole body relaxed at the feeling. he focused on nothing but his lips, relishing in how soft they were and how great it felt to do this. he almost felt as though he was in a trance. he couldn't think clearly, too focused on what was happening.

slowly, taehyung moved his lips, gently feeling yoongi's. the kiss was heavenly. it was all yoongi ever wanted. every other sensation felt dulled when he kissed him, his mind gone fuzzy. not thinking straight, yoongi let out a small whine. taehyung pulled away from the kiss, keeping their faces close.

"min yoongi... who'd have thought?" whispered taehyung, his tone curious and fond.

yoongi waited a few seconds for him to expand on what he'd said, but his crush for two years didn't. "thought.. what?" he asked, whispering just like taehyung.

taehyung smiled at him, holding eye contact.

"who'd have thought you'd be my first kiss"

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storiesofateenager · 2 years ago

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gender identity

Before School

I was born female, with a super feminine name. Before I was able to dress myself, my parents would dress me in somewhat feminine clothing, but usually not dresses or skirts or anything like that. It wasn't all pink and butterflies either, but they were clothes from the girls' section. However, once I was able to dress myself, I soon came to realize that I didn't care for those kinds of clothes. Ever since then, I felt disconnected from femininity.

I wanted to dress like my brothers, who I hung out with a bunch. My parents never forced me to dress a certain way, so I did end up wearing a lot of neon tshirts and basketball shorts. In my home, it was normal that I acted and dressed this way. I would play baseball and basketball and football with my younger brother in front of our house. We would also play things like cops and robbers, pretended to fight zombies outside with Nerf guns, and played other imagination games like that. I also played a lot of video games with both of my brothers. Playing Call of Duty and Guitar Hero with my brothers was a big part of my childhood.

Outside of the home, though, people often found it strange. I have one memory of one of these situations being on a playground with my siblings as a kid. I was really young, so I obviously hadn't developed the physical traits of a female, and I was wearing a tshirt and basketball shorts, but I did have long hair. There was a mom pushing her young child on a swing. I was standing by the swing waiting for a turn, so the mom took her kid off of it and said, "Come on, let's give the little boy a turn." I promptly said, "Oh, I'm a girl." The mom seemed shocked and said, "Oh I'm sorry, I just thought because of your clothes." I was confused because it was normal to me.

Elementary School

When I was in elementary school, I had a lot of girl friends but I never truly fit in with them. I just wasn't into the stuff that they were into. They wanted to sit and talk at recess. I was running around and playing football and basketball with the boys. They were fashionable and trendy at that age, and I just didn't care about clothes like that. They would pay attention to their hair and check on it during the school day, but I was the girl that just didn't care about my appearance at all. I brushed my hair in the morning and that was it. Basically, I was the big tomboy in my elementary school.

Of course, I still loved being around them and talking to them. They were my friends. Even though I liked doing traditionally masculine things, I got along with girls a lot better because I thought they were funnier and way nicer.

However, there were instances in elementary school where I went through periods of trying out feminine stuff again. I wore a skirt and leggings very rarely and but it felt extremely awkward. People even made comments about my outfits. One specific memory I have of one of these comments was probably around 3rd or 4th grade. I wore a dress on a special occasion, maybe picture day. One of my friends in an older grade saw me in this dress in the hallway and asked me why I was wearing a dress because it was so out of character for me. This was one of the nicer interactions during these spurts of femininity.

During the summer before 5th grade, I got a drastic haircut. One side of my head was shaved, and the other side was about chin length. At the time, this was just something I randomly felt like doing. I didn't have any gender stuff in mind, because I didn't know anything about that yet. I felt like changing things up, so I did. People loved it (or so they said).

Middle School

In middle school, I was pretty much the same as before in terms of expression. I still had my half-shave (although the longer side had begun to grow out a lot more) and wore masculine clothing. A lot of sweatpants, khakis, and hoodies. At this point, I was rejecting femininity so hard that I "hated" the color pink. I was completely out of touch with my feminine side.

Although I was a little bit different than a lot of the other girls, I made friends pretty easily within my first week of 6th grade. I still mostly had friendships with girls and I found most guys insufferable to be around and talk to (lol). These girls were, again, rather feminine and paid a lot of attention to their outfits, hair, and nails. Again, I didn't pay much attention to any of this in myself. My friends never made comments about it because it was so normal to them. However, this is when I really started pondering gender. I knew about transgender people, so I really thought about it. I ended up coming out to my friends as transgender and a boy. But within a couple weeks, I realized that I didn't really feel that much like a boy. It didn't make me comfortable.

I had many moments like this from 6th to 8th grade, wondering if I was a girl or a boy. Those were the only things I knew people could be, so I didn't think of any other option. It didn't really start to change until around 8th grade.

My 8th grade year was weird. First things first, I ended up getting a new haircut because my half-shave was getting boring and I stopped liking it. My hair got cut really short, like a guy's. This is when I realized I was having a lot of body issues. I hated my chest, and it made wearing masculine clothes a real struggle because it never looked how I wished it did. Then, Covid hit. After schools got shut down in March, we started doing online school. I started being on social media a lot more because everything got shut down and there was basically nothing else to do at home (in my mind as a 13 year old). I started learning so much more about gender and sexuality through the internet. I made a bunch of online friends and I started seeing more people's experiences and stories. I learned what "gender non-conforming" and "nonbinary" and "personal pronouns" were. At first though, I still didn't feel like I identified with any of that. I finished 8th grade year still identifying as a girl. Over the summer, I got a binder to help with my dysphoria.

High School

In 9th grade, we went back to school, but only for half the week. Half of the week was in person, half was online. I still had a lot of time at home to ponder my gender. I ended up trying out being a boy again, but I only did this with my close online friends. I didn't "come out" but rather told them I was experimenting. I went by Evan and he/she pronouns for a while. I didn't really like they/them pronouns at the time. In school though, I was still a girl with a feminine name. After a few months of this online experimenting, I realized it didn't make me as comfortable as I thought it might. Instead, I started introducing myself to people with a shortening of my birthname and went by any pronouns. By the end of 9th grade, I was still kind of confused.

Over the summer and into my sophomore year, I really started identifying with nonbinary. I had feminine traits and masculine traits. I stopped pushing away femininity so much in my actions and interests, but I still dressed masculine and had short hair. Although I did start growing it out just a bit. In school, I would introduce myself in classes with the shortening of my name. I started telling people that I went by they/them and I was nonbinary. This was the year that I also came out to my parents in terms of gender. My mom had been having suspicions. When it was time for her to fill out forms for the information on my driver's permit, she asked me whether I wanted an F, M, or X on it as my sex. I told me I wanted the X, and that was it. She didn't question anything or say anything, just wrote it down. She told my dad (which I have no qualms about), and he never questioned it either.

Now, in junior year, I have never embraced myself so much. My parents call me by the shortening of my name, as well as everyone else. People refer to me as they/them. It took my parents a while to get used to, and they still make mistakes, but they always put in effort. Sometimes they forget and say the wrong thing, sometimes they correct themselves, sometimes they get it right the first time. I'm okay with all of that because I know they're trying. I also feel this way about anyone else that makes errors or doesn't understand. I'm always willing to explain what "nonbinary" means and how to use they/them pronouns for someone. I've grown out my hair a bunch, to the point where it's a subtle mullet/shaggy type of vibe. I still bind and wear mostly masculine clothing, but I throw in feminine flair to make it more androgynous (like painted nails, a turtleneck, earrings). I'm much more in touch with all sides of myself and I don't suppress anything in terms of expression. I am unapologetically myself, and I'm so happy with my appearance and who I've become.

Final Thoughts

If you're struggling with your gender identity, there is no shame in experimenting. Have someone you trust try out different pronouns and names on you. Feel it out. It could take a long time, but you will figure it out and find something that makes you comfortable. You might find certain things affirming at some points, and then they could start to make you uncomfortable again. That's okay. But you will find who you are. You won't be confused forever.

If you're young and thinking of coming out but are scared, I understand completely. My situation was very fortunate, but not everyone's is. If your parents have expressed hatred towards transgender people and you think they would be physically harmful to you or would kick you out if you came out, don't do it. It sucks, but your physical safety comes first. If your parents have never really discussed the LGBTQ+ community and you're unsure of how they would react, feel it out. Don't let the focus be on you. Tell them over dinner that someone at school came out as transgender that you didn't expect (don't give a name of anyone you actually know) and see how they navigate that. If it feels unsafe, don't do it. If they seem to be relatively okay with it, come out when you're ready. Even if they aren't fully accepting at first, they will most likely come around eventually, knowing that you're their child and they love you. Above all else though, do it when you're ready. Don't feel like you have to absolutely force yourself when you're not prepared for it.

You are loved, you are strong, you are worthy.

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