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babygorewhore · 10 months ago

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Yes, sir.

Moving to the outer banks wasn’t planned but your grandmother needed as much help as she could get. What she didn’t mention was a hot guy named JJ worked for her. And he decides to take you. Even if you’re sleeping.

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Idk what came over me. Thank you so much to @xxhellfirebunnyxx for beta reading and always talking me out of quitting writing. This is kinda short but oh well. And also my first JJ fic EEEEEEEE. And yes, I changed the name.

Warnings! Dubcon! Fucking you awake! Slight spanking! Pussy slapping! Oral! Fem recieving. Choking! Tying hands! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Perv! JJ Dark! JJ Dom! JJ sub reader!

You knew moving to a new state would be hard but the worst part was unpacking the dozens of boxes in your bedroom and you were careful to set away your prized box of toys.

You moved here to take care of your Grandma, the old woman didn’t have anyone else and she couldn’t hardly care for herself anymore. You didn’t mind, leaving behind your old state and hovering parents that were disappointed in your life choices. Setting your hands on your hips briefly you then jumped at the sound of the lawn mower. You walked to your window and gasped.

Moving the tool was a tall, shirtless blonde guy wearing knee length shorts. His shirt was tossed over his shoulder and his backwards hat covered his messy hair.

He glanced up and you stepped back from the window. You breathed out before you went downstairs where you grandma was loitering in the kitchen. “Grandma, are you hungry? It’s past noon.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I want you to meet someone.” She gestured for someone to enter the kitchen who was behind you and you gulped when you saw it was the hot blonde guy.

He put his t shirt on unfortunately and grazed by you as he passed by.

“This is JJ. He helps me around and I appreciate his company.” She reaches up and pinches his cheek. You snort when he winced but then plasters on a fake smile.

“And she’s my favorite lady to cut grass for, aren’t you?” You almost rolled your eyes at the way your grandma cooed after him.

JJ turned towards you. “Well, you must be the famous uh, Baby doll, your grandma keeps talking about. When did you get here?” The way he phrases the word makes goosebumps rise on your skin but you clear your throat.

“I uh, got here three days ago. I’m still unpacking.” JJ nodded.

“Well, let me know if you need any help with that. I gotta finish cleaning the pool. I’ll see you later.” He gave you a smirk, glancing up at your body.

The hours went by and you really tried to resist but you finally took out your rabbit. Tension built up from stress and now new eye candy to admire. He stayed for hours, cleaning and working outside. Giving you plenty to view as he wiped sweat off his body with his discarded shirt.

Everyone where you used to live wasn’t nearly on his level. And he seemed confident. At least to you.

The silicone was slightly cold as you ran it down your clit that was covered in spit.

What you didn’t know. someone was watching you.

JJ was hidden in your closet. He never left, only snuck back in through the window when everyone went to bed. He had been waiting for weeks for you to come. The old woman couldn’t stop talking about her pretty little granddaughter. And when he saw your picture? He knew he’d have you no matter what it took. He didn’t care that it made him a total perv right now.

The way you ran the toy over your pussy that was glistening even in the dim lighting. Your hands were grabbing your tits as you massaged them and he had to clench his jaw to keep from moaning.

Finally, you brought it inside you, your cunt took it with ease as you pumped it slowly then faster. You almost rolled on the bed, your legs spread wide as you moaned and panted. “Mmm,”

JJ started palming himself before he forced himself to stop. No. He wouldn’t cum in his own hand. No. He would cum inside you.

You were growing closer, he could tell by the way you were breathing and how your stomach tightened. Come on, baby. There you go. He thought.

You spilled all over the toy and bit your lip to quiet yourself. JJ wanted to make you scream and he would. He’d have you on your own bed. A little Kook according to his standards but you needed him. Your pretty doe eyes that were fucked out. Your bitten bloody lip that he wanted to suck.

He waited as you drifted asleep after staying on your phone.

He quietly walked out, his boots thankfully not making much noise. JJ carefully picked up the discarded rabbit beside you. He brought it to his mouth, seeing it was still wet with your slick.

He wrapped his lips around it, his eyes rolling back at the sweet taste that coated the plastic. JJ knew his own cum would taste like heaven mixed with yours. His tongue licked the sides, much like how he wanted to devour your sweet pussy. You were still naked on your lower half. JJ rolled his hips as he tried to keep quiet.

But your swollen pussy. Your tits hanging outside of your shirt. Fuck it. JJ set the rabbit down and sank to his stomach. He wasn’t going to wake you up in the traditional way. No. His breath warm against your pussy and he flattened his tongue against your clit.

You groaned, something…felt good. It was in between your legs. It was warm and pressured. You groggily opened your legs and saw a head full of blonde curls buried in your cunt. You gasped but a slap landed on your ass.

“Shhh.” It was JJ. “Lay back. Like a good girl.” He commanded as he greedily sucked your clit before releasing it. he saw you were still sitting up, eyes wide staring at him. “Lay. Down.” He gritted out and you quickly obeyed.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered as he kitten licked the underside of your bud before sinking it inside you. Your pussy tightened around his tongue and he groaned and dug his nails against your flesh. He dragged them down as you humped his mouth with force but he didn’t fucking care.

“JJ, I’m gonna c-“ He stopped immediately and you whined from the removal.

JJ slapped your pussy. “You should see how pathetic you look.” He smirked as he yanked off his shorts and wrapped your wrists with his belt above your head. “This is how it’s gonna go, you’re gonna fucking take it.”

You shuddered before he slammed his lips to yours, he tasted like weed as he opened his mouth and twisted his tongue to yours. You tasted yourself on him as your eyes fluttered shut. You felt him run the tip of his cock along your slit before he sank into you, filling you up.

Your head lulled to the side as you sighed as he started thrusting without warning. “You’re such a dirty slut, huh? Letting me fuck you while you’re sleeping? Fucking yourself while I’m watching?”

Your headboard slammed against the wall and your eyes rolled back as he hit a particular deep spot inside you and his necklace hovered above your face. You couldn’t hardly move but just accommodate him with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Don’t-don’t stop, sir.”

JJ leaned down and let spit fall into your mouth. “I’m gonna cum in you. Fuck a baby inside you. You’d like that? Knocked up with my baby?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yes, sir. Fuck,” You body jolted as your peak was rising, his thumb started circling around your clit.

JJ was about to cum, you knew by the way his speech halted and his movements stopped having a rhythm as he ravaged you. His hand slid to your throat as he gripped you. “Thank me for fucking you. Then you-you can cum.” He muttered.

“Thank you for fucking me, sir.” You whined before your pleasure exploded inside you.

Your body trembled as white hot euphoria came over you and your air was cutting off as JJ squeezed. His rings cold against your burning flesh. He spilled inside you, sticky and all over your pussy and thighs.

You both breathed in each other and he released your throat and you sucked in oxygen.

JJ gave you a wicked smile. “I’m not done with you, princess. I’m gonna hide again in your closet. And you’re going to pretend you’re sleeping. We’ve got all night, huh?”

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niphredil-14 · 6 months ago

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EEEEEEEE your writings make me roll around happily!

May I request a Donnie x reader where they communicate via asl during his non-verbal episodes? So we all know that Donnie knows asl and binary code, and it's theorised that his eyebrows are also important to express what he wants to say non-verbally (I heard that your expressions are also important in asl).

So imagine Donnie, during his non-verbal episodes and talking seems more tiring than usual. Unresponsive to reader's words and he'd just nod and his face is more expressive. Noticing this, reader pat Donnie's shoulder and starts to sign, and that's how their conversation went.

Cue Donnie falling hard.

I know that this has taken absolute ages to get out, so thanks for your patience! Also, if the quality of this is less than great, this is the first thing I've written (aside from school writing) in ages.

TSL- Turtle Sign Language

Don never had been very good at acknowledging his own feeling and needs, which, although he would deny it even in the face of torture, did frequently cause him many a problem. Such as the common occurrence of Donnie denying and ignoring his sensory issues, exhaustion and stress, which when all put together, caused him to shut down. That was where they found him, on the floor by the foot of his bed, knees pressed to his plastron, with a weighted blanket replacing his battle shell. The lights were all off, except for the tablet propped up a foot or so away from him, soft sounds of someone whispering, most likely an ASMR video, playing from the device. After a quick knock on the door, they cracked it open and peeked inside, not bothering to wait for an answer. His eyes glanced up from the tablet to meet their gaze.

"Is it okay if I come in?" They said softly. He nodded, and watched as they walked in and closed the door behind them, making their way over to him. They pointed to the open space on the floor next to him, and with their voice low, and just as soft,

"Do you mind if I sit?" Donnie raised his eyebrows and gave them a small smile, giving a small shake of his head before jerking it sideways, to motion for them to sit with him. After getting situated, they asked another question,

"Are you okay, Dee? Leo said you left really suddenly." Donatello gave a light shrug, pulling the weighted blanket more around his shoulders, before finally giving them a small nod. Upon not receiving a response from his companion, he let his eyes wander back to the video. The screen displayed a dim background with fairy lights and a woman holding her index finger up and slowly drawing patterns in the air in front of her, asking after each one what shapes and images she had traced. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, following the woman's directions and answering her questions, until Donnie's attention was grabbed by his friend, who leaned forward and was staring intently at him. He turned his head to gaze at them, and raised the muscle over his browbone, causing the faded, drawn-on eyebrow on his mask to raise almost as drastically. They seemed to take a moment to think before they raised their hands a bit and began to motion, forming signs familiar to Don.

'Is there anything I can do to help you?" Donnie's eyes shot wide open, and he released his grip on the weighted blanket to raise his hands and sign back to them.

'You know sign?' He questioned them, one thick, marker-made eyebrow raised comically higher than the other. His signs looked slightly different, which they assumed was just an adaptation made due to his distinct anatomy, but they could understand him regardless. They smiled wide at him, a proud glint in their eyes, and began to sign their affirmation to him. A smile formed on his face, his bad-boy image being challenged by just how heartwarmingly sweet the look in his eyes was. Their hands began to move again.

'So, is there anything I can do?' His own hands flying in response, his excitement and joy apparent with the speed at which he moved his hands, and the expression shining so brightly on his face.

'Just being here with me is really helpful, thank you.' Their smile grew to match his.

'You don't need to thank me, Don, there's nowhere I'd rather be.'

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donatello #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader

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justauthoring · 8 months ago

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quite like this.

request: Haii uhm for the ff7 requests ! I don’t know if you have played rebirth but since there are the golden saucer dates, i was maybe thinking you could do a reader x cloud having a date? Maybe the two have feelings for each other but they are completely oblivious that the feeling is mutual, and they both think their feelings aren’t reciprocated. Maybe the others know about this and so they make it as if to leave them alone during their time there, and you know it all goes from there? Obviously if you don’t like the request that’s alright! by: anonymous.

a/n: eeeeeeee second ff7 imagine :))) i planned to write for zack next tbh but i couldn't pass up this request. it's so cute!

tw: obviously spoilers for rebirth! don't read if you haven't gotten to chapter 12 of the game

pairing: cloud strife x f!reader

It was the most colour you’d ever seen in your life.

And everyone looked so happy.

You could barely contain the excitement bursting through your chest, eyes wandering across with the brightest smile plastered across your lips. You’re blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes watching you, lost in your own thoughts as your feet shuffle beneath you, antsy.

But not sure what you’re antsy for. Or what you want to do.

“Me and Aerith are gonna go look at the chocobo racing.”

Blinking, you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Tifa. When you turn to look at her, she’s already looking at you, a warm smile on her lips as she gestures behind her to Aerith.

You glance in the direction of the Chocobo racing and think that it could be fun. You’re overwhelmed with the amount of options at the Gold Saucer and you were happy as long as you were with your friends so you step towards them, lips parting to say you’ll join the two girls but then Aerith is grabbing Tifa’s wrist and the two girls are turning around before you even have the chance.

“We’ll see you later!”

Hand held out in front of you, you frown.

“I’m off too!” Yuffie calls in the next second, already shuffling backwards as she sends you a wink and a slap on Barret’s shoulder.

“Oh, but Yuffie–”

“I’m gonna try to get some rest,” Barret calls out gruffly, nudging Cloud who is standing beside you and sends you a nod. “I’ll be at the hotel.”

You blink, lips curved downwards and move to step towards him but he’s already turned his back to you.

“Me and the laddie are gonna look at the battle arena,” Cait calls out, perched on Red’s back as he tips his head at you. You meet his eyes before drifting down to Red’s who is staring up at you in return. “Red showed some interest, you see!”

“Thought I could take some notes,” Red nods at your questioning look. “We’ll see ya.”

And with a speed only Red seems to manage, the two are off before you can offer to join them.

Once they disappear from your sight, you slump back, a huff leaving your lips as you glance around, suddenly realizing that everyone except for Cloud had left, none of them giving you a single chance to ask if you could join them. Realistically, you’d expected to join Tifa and Aerith, but you would’ve had fun with any of your friends.

Well, you guessed Cloud was still here, but you’d imagined he wouldn’t necessarily want to go sightseeing with you; even if that reality hurt your heart in a way you didn’t want to acknowledge.

Sighing, you turn to look at Cloud only to be surprised when his eyes are already on you.

“Did you have plans to?” Cloud asks, voice soft as he raises a brow in question.

Frowning, you shrug, turning away from Cloud to glance around you. “Not sure. Everyone ran off before I could ask to join them.”

“Well.”

And when Cloud doesn’t say anything else, you turn to him in curiosity, wondering if something was wrong, only to be surprised when you see he’d taken a step forward and his arm was held out towards you for you to grab. You blink, once, twice, eyes flickering from his outstretched arm back to his eyes that continue to stare at you in question, silently inviting you in a way you never would’ve expected.

“You want to?” You ask softly in return, feeling your cheeks warm as you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling a whole lot more bashful than you had seconds before. It was one thing to constantly feel Cloud’s presence beside you, a dominating aura that never left you in the way you loved.

He was always near, and it was hard to sometimes pull your gaze away. And the two of you had talked before, you felt that you actually got along well with the boy in the scheme of things given that the truth was he wasn’t all that chatty. But you’d never been alone with you. Not like this. And not in a place like this either.

A quick glance around you told you that you weren’t crazy for assuming this place felt more intimate. There were couples everywhere, holding hands, smiling at each other, kissing, in their own worlds with all the lights and chatter and the warmth of each other.

Being in a place like this, alone, with Cloud made your heart race in a way that made it hard to focus and the worst part was that he probably didn’t even realize it.

“If you want,” he answers gently, nodding, arm still held out towards you. “You looked disappointed that everyone else ran off. But… you don’t have to hang with me if you don’t–”

Feeling guilty you’d made him think you didn’t want to hang with him, and knowing that was quite literally the far opposite of the truth, you hastily shake your head, cutting off his words. You step forward, ignoring the lurch of your heart as you wrap your arm around his own, your hand falling against his bicep. You try to ignore how strong and toned his arm feels beneath your skin, and how instantly you feel a lot hotter than you had seconds ago, keeping your gaze strictly ahead of yourself.

You pray Cloud can’t feel how fast your heart is beating.

Cloud shuffles on his feet for a moment before he glances down at you; “where do you wanna go?”

You ended up wandering for a good while.

Nothing particularly caught either of your eyes but you didn’t mind. If you were being truthful, it was enough to just be able to spend this time with Cloud, alone.

Even if it didn’t feel the same to him, which you’re sure it didn’t. Even if this was just a courtesy he’d done for you because he’d seen how sad and pathetic you’d looked after everyone else had run off from you. It didn’t matter. Not at that moment. It was just enough for you then that you got to be with him, close to him like this.

“Do you wanna go on?”

It takes you a second to realize Cloud is speaking but you feel him shift and watch as he points before the both of you, your eyes following the point of his finger only to fall on the Skywheel.

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks grow warm. “Don’t we need tickets for that?”

You glance around, trying to find the ticket booth, secretly hoping there were even tickets left before Cloud speaks up again.

“No worries,” he calls and your eyes fall on him as he holds two tickets before you. At your wide expression, he lets out a tiny smile. “Tifa handed these to me before her and Aerith ran off.”

Your eyes widen and suddenly it clicks.

Clearly, Tifa and Aerith hadn’t purposely left you like you’d worried. This had all been a plan from the beginning! A plan because you’d told them of your feelings for Cloud when the two had cornered you for the truth. Tifa was hard enough to dodge on her own like you’d grown to learn over the past few years but with the added addition of Aerith, the two were like an unstoppable force and your confession had practically been pulled out of you.

Your chest tightens with worry.

Poor Cloud. Being wrapped up in those twos’ schemes… You’d hoped he maybe did want to hang with you after all, but it was probably more likely that Aerith and Tifa had forced him to take you on the date and had left him no choice when they’d run off.

Which meant the others were probably in on it too…

Oh, you were so going to kill them.

“I’m so sorry,” you find yourself saying before you can stop yourself. Your hand falls to your forehead, pulling away from Cloud’s arm and you miss the way he frowns at the loss of your touch. Brushing back your hair, you meet his eyes. “Tifa and Aerith forced you to spend time with me tonight, didn’t they? That’s why they gave you the tickets… I’m sorry, Cloud. I know you probably would’ve preferred to do your own–”

You're cut off but his hand on your arm, holding tightly enough to pull your attention on him. He’s stepped towards you, closed the distance between the both of you, close enough that his chest presses against your own. Your eyes widen when you realize how close he actually is, feeling your breath get caught in the back of your throat as you stare back at him with parted lips.

“No,” he calls out, the words rushed. “I wanted to spend time with you! I mean, yes… Tifa and Aerith gave me the tickets but they didn’t force me to. I was actually trying to find the way to ask you but I didn’t know how and they saw that so they… Well, um, helped, I guess.”

Cloud desperately avoids your gaze, cheeks warm in a way you’ve never quite seen before and he actually seems genuinely embarrassed as the both of you stand there for a moment longer. His words are still processing in your mind, lips left parted as you feel your heart start to race all over again and the warmth floods you tenfold as his words finally click.

Cloud… Cloud wanted to spend time with you.

“Oh,” you finally manage, glancing at your feet. “Well… me too. I-I mean, I, um, wanted to spend time with you too…”

Cloud’s lips part, and then the two of you are staring at each other.

“Last call for the Skywheel!”

Both of your eyes snap to the attendant standing at the ferris wheel, and with one final look at each other, you both step forward. Cloud hands the ticket to him and then a cart pulls up a second later. You step in first, sitting down and Cloud follows a moment later, and when you expect him to take the seat opposite of you, he instead chooses to sit next to you.

The door to the cart shuts and the attendant wishes you well before you feel yourself moving, slowly going higher and higher. Hands resting at your sides, you try to ignore the nerves bubbling through you, letting your eyes drift across the fireworks dancing across the sky, taking in all the colours.

Then, at first faintly, you feel Cloud’s left hand ghost across your right one. You feel yourself freeze, but you hesitate glancing at him, letting your fingers shift slightly in return, inviting him, and a second later he obliges when you feel his fingers thread through your own. You flip your palm, letting him press his own against yours and smile when you feel him squeeze.

Finally, you let your eyes fall on him and he’s already looking at you, expression soft, not guarded in the way it usually is, and you smile, just faintly, swallowing your nerves.

“Cloud,” you find yourself whispering.

He’s leaning forward, inch by inch, hand never leaving your own. “You’re… beautiful,” he whispers in return to his name and you blink, that flutter returning.

That was the last thing you expected Cloud to say. You never knew he could be so… romantic when he wanted to. But you can tell he means the words, his sincerity floods his tone and it makes your heart burst with the warmth of the feelings you’ve desperately tried to ignore.

His lips are a breath away and all it takes is one more hesitant glance at his eyes before you close the gap and press your lips against his. Cloud doesn’t hesitate to respond, the hand holding your own holding tight as his eyes flutter shut and his free hand falls to your waist, pulling you closer.

You lean into his touch with ease, feeling his warmth envelope you in a way it never quite has before.

And then, as he leans back, and you both pull away, his forehead rests against your own, and you breathe in his scent and his presence, relishing in the way it feels to have him so close.

“I like you,” you whisper in the silence, eyes still shut. “I… really like you.”

Clouds hand twitches against your side and he nudges you with his nose. “Me too,” he mumbles, “if that wasn’t obvious.”

You let out a laugh, letting your eyes flicker open as you pull back, hands still intertwined and shoulders still touching but enough that you can see his face properly. He’s smiling, just faintly, in a very Cloud way but it still touches your heart to see you’d been able to make him smile, and the lights of the fireworks dance across his pale skin and butterflies flutter through your stomach.

It’s exactly and nothing like how you’d dreamed this moment would be.

And you love every second of it because no one has ever quite looked at you the way he does in that moment.

#ff7 #ff7 x reader #ffvii #ffvii x reader #ffvii rebirth #ffvii rebirth spoilers #cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii rebirth

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dogbertliveblogsowlhouse · 2 years ago

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Fuck you, Odalia. Stay off to the side.

AWW, HE’S HELPING HER FIND THEM.

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okay i need to end this post it’s getting way too long.

#the owl house #owlblogging #season 3 episode 3 #watching and dreaming #toh spoilers

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floofeh-purpi · 5 months ago

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Getting isekai'd?! (Part 6)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm @keirennyx

NEW FLUFFBALL ADDED TO MY COLLECTION!! Mwehehehehe >:3

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A/n: Almost at 50 fluffballs guys! 🥹

Warnings: Swearing, grammatical/spelling issues, bbg if you srsly forgot you have vitiligo, I couldn't find the image that I always use in the header thingy part so I had to improvise, y/b/f/n and you being silly.

【Part 5】

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The 5 signs that Our Holiness has descended upon Teyvat:

1. Golden blood.

2. The sound of Their Majesty's 'Kalimba' playing in the air.

3. Shooting stars.

4. Their Holiness' lovely voice.

5. Their dog that Their Majesty calls "Siberian Husky" yes aka your big baby sitting on your lap.

The Cryo Archon letted out a a quiet gasp. "How could I have forgotten the melodies My Grace used to play..." she thought as she closed the book and putted it back to its shelf, her shoes clicking against the floor of her icy-cold palace.

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You hummed a song to yourself as you helped your friend build a wooden house in Minecraft. "Yo should we just do milk chocolate or dark chocolate planks?" You asked with a stupid grin on yoir face.

"Bitch you could've just said oak or dark oak planks... 😭" Your best friend said affectionately. And yet you deadass expect them to take you seriously when your like this. "But now im hungry wtf?" You both said in unison.

"Bruh."

"Bitch? Anygays wanna go to the kitchen together?"

"Sure~!" Y/b/f/n said in the gayest fucking way possible.

You both turn off your computers and went to the kitchen.

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You guys were eating (f/f) Y/b/f/n was eating it because you were eating it too :3 until a knock on the door rudely interrupted you guys' snacking session. "Stupid fucking door..." Y/b/f/n thought. How dare the person interrupt their precious time with you? But anyways, they go to the door open it, only to see a certain gingerhead whose alias is the literal opposite of what he is *EHEM* Child...

"Hello comarde! May I come in?"

"Yah, sure. 😐" Your bsf made some space for him to go through the door. "HOY (N/N), WE HAVE A VISITOR! PISTE KA" Y/b/f/n yelled at you.

"PISTE I HAVENT FINISHED MY FOOD" Tartaglia sweatdropped slightly as you cursed back before you took the last bite of your (f/f). You started to make you way into the living room. "Hah?"

"Oh? Is this your roomate, comrade?"

"Yas, this beautiful person over here is (Y/n), aka the other person you saw in that photo near the fireplace. 😍" Childe's smile faltered abit as he remembered how your bsf nearly made his skeleton jump by by saying that behind him. "Right..." But the moment he looked at you, his first thought was: "HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK MORE PRETTIER THAN THE PHOTO" He thought, not realizing he blushing like a fucking strawberry.

"Is bro ok...?" You almost had a hand on your mouth as you practically called one of the villians in the game one of the most casual terms you know.

"Nah. He'll be fineeee..."

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Eeeeeeee finally done!

【Part 7】

Published: July 2 2024. 3:21pm.

#genshin sagau #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #random #random stuff #sagau x reader #sagau genshin #genshin cult au

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tmntxthings · 2 years ago

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∑—fic. recommendations゜・。

tmntxthings rules & masterlist

《warning: some fics may be nsfw 18+ read the labels for context》

I really wanted a place to show more appreciation for other tmnt writers, so here we are, plus points for organization teehee, I’ll be adding more as I continue to read <3

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一→ | leonardo hamato | ←一

its you by @ashbub

〈rottmnt, fluff, young!leo, oneshot〉

super duper cute, loved seeing a young reckless leo hehe <3 ash has amazing fics for donnie too

chair-ry on top by @marwhoa

〈rottmnt, fluff, oneshot〉

cutesy meet, despite the monster hehe, leo and his puns, go read all of marlowe’s stuff, rn

the key to my heart by @navithescribe

〈rottmnt, fluff, multi〉

smitten leo teehee, he’s hooked from chapter one

so shell feed by @pxrtalchopped

〈rottmnt, fluff, crack, multi〉

one of the first rise!leo fics i ever read, super fun <3

quick sketch by @landsel

〈rottmnt, nsfw 18+, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, multi〉

eeeeeeee, the feels, im in loveeee, the writinggg, the art, the storyyyyy mwah mwah <3

like father, like son by @eternalglitch

〈rottmnt, angst, multi〉

gonna be completely honest, i couldn’t read past chapter ten-ish but maybe one day my fragile heart will toughen up to finish, honestly a staple rottmnt fic, the writing is devastatingly beautiful <3

little blue hearts by @thelaundrybitch

〈bayverse, 18+, fluff, angst, multi〉

i rlly like the trust building it makes the story so much more realistic, & how relatable/funny all the characters are hehehe, go check out her other works too!! <3

一→ | donatello hamato | ←一

donnie has little mercy on the injured by @dancingdonatello / @pikoit

『rottmnt, fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshot』

loved this, donnie’s nice but yk he has a bad boy persona hehe, they have plenty more oneshots too, go read them alllllll

in my head, we belong by @dancingdonatello / @pikoit

『rottmnt, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, multi』

my heart strings were tugged plenty of times throughout this one, and yes it is completed!

crush too much by @afreakingdork

『rottmnt, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, multi』

oml no words, just go read, you won’t be disappointed, love love love this <3

weird city, weirder neighbors by @in-a-black0ut

『rottmnt, fluff, multi』

super fun, donnie my guy, what a greeting heheheh <3

cool for the summer by @stormywritestuff

『rottmnt, nsfw 18+, fluff, angst, multi』

so so detailed and intricate, love the relationship building, feels so lifelike in the best gritty way possible <3 also i couldn’t find the original post on ash’s tumblr so i went with landsel’s post hehe <3

perfectionists by @rheawritesforfun

『rottmnt, nsfw 18+, fluff, oneshot』

loved. that. sm. rhea has plenty more awesome works for the our beloved turtles, go!!! run!!!! <3

baskè-ball by @thegreat-aristurtle

『rottmnt, fluff, oneshot』

another rottmnt staple in my opinion, like if you haven’t read this yet run run run, beautiful writing <3

hold on by @dunk-on-em-ao3

『rottmnt, sibling angst, hurt/comfort, oneshot』

wahhhhhhh donnie my sweet soft shell turtle, this one rlly hit hard, the differences between donnie and his brothers & feelings that come with being ‘different’ lovely read <3

alpha stage by @snailsnaps

『rottmnt, sibling fluff/angst, multi』

this idea is so so neat and cute, I think the consequences here are the most intriguing, hehe link leads to their masterlist!! <3

softie by @rising-shellshock

『rottmnt, fluff, oneshot』

oh my lord this was so adorable, my heart stuttered a couple of times because i could just feeeeeel the love, pouring out of both donnie & reader, super duper cute <333

like you by @msbarrybeeson

『rottmnt, fluff, angst』

this was one of the first donnie x reader fics i ever read, and it took til now to find it again !!!! another rottmnt staple, the dialogue is just perfect, it’s like I can hear their voices, check out part two!! <33

一→ | raphael hamato | ←一

the red king and his crimson heart by @b00tyshakerr9000

〔rottmnt, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, multi〕

sooo sweet, raph’s a big softie, jay also has another multi fic for donnie <3 check out their stuff

first sight by @yn-hamato

〔rottmnt, fluff, angst, oneshot〕

definitely a cute meet, idc about the circumstances hehehe, tess has more amazing fics too check ‘em out <3

teensy-weensy hiccup, oops by @marwhoa

〔2k12, fluff, oneshot〕

ahhhhh i just love a little jealous raph hehe, again go check out marlowe’s stuff !!!! the bestest !!! <3

ego boost by @raphsgrl

〔bayverse, nsfw 18+, fluff, oneshot〕

so they didn’t rlly have a title so i just made one up >.< i hope that’s okay, just for labeling purposes hehe <333 on another note xD woof!! raph is a hottie right here <3

一→ | michelangelo hamato | ←一

golden hour by @b00tyshakerr9000

{rottmnt, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshot}

wahhhhhhhh my heartttttt T^T~~~~~ such a good read!!! <3

to fill a hole by @ray-jaykub

｛bayverse, nsfw 18+, fluff, oneshot｝

mikey is just so flippin cute, reunions are the best ;D heheheh <3

holding out for a hero by @sharpwindow

{bayverse, nsfw 18+, fluff, oneshot}

him just trying to hold out, and listen to splinter’s advice sksksksksks such a cutie, they also have a bunch more fics <3

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emilybahu · 2 months ago

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My Thoughts While Watching 8x01 of 9-1-1:

(Literally no one asked for this and it’s so late, but whatever… I had fun spending an hour and a half watching a 43 minute tv show episode to share my thoughts 🤷‍♀️)

1. Oh this poor man just bought his new plane then he gets caught in a beenado… what did he do to deserve that?

2. Oh crap oh crap! He about to crash!!

3. God damn Gerrard… I hate him with every fiber of my being😠

4. EDDIE I love you, I love you, I love you! But now that Gerrard said he likes the mustache it’s gotta go…

5. BUCK’S CRULS ARE FREE!!! Omg I just love him so much he’s so pretty!

6. Also, Gerrard 🙄🙄🙄

7. 3 MONTHS AGO! Not much of a time jump my ass! LIARS!

8. Who are you Gerrard? Donald Trump? Building a fence (wall)…

9. ATHENA! Hey queen! Oh wait, they making you transport the man who killed your fiancé… yikes 😬

10. He requested her!?

11. Buck… BUCK! What are you doing!? Get away from the ledge!

12. “Don’t jump!” “Why not?” 😀 Buck you know perfectly well why we don’t want you to jump, and it has nothing to do with the quote below.

13. “Gerrard would just make us clean you up off the sidewalk.” This line is hilarious and so not hilarious at the same time!

14. My poor baby boy! Buck come here let me give you a hug!

15. Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache 😂

16. Bobby the technical advisor 🤭

17. It’s so funny that there’s a show within the show!

18. Poor Bobby, like it is partially his fault that he’s not at the 118 right now, but you can tell he misses his team 🥺

19. Oh this kid, I love her already! And fair question Mom, what exactly does she mean by “hooking up”?

20. OH NO THE BEEEESSSS!!!

21. Yesss Buck and his fun facts! I love it!

22. Ugh 😑 Gerrard, that’s rude, our favs at the 118 are beautiful! You’re just salty because you’re old and ugly and no one likes you.

23. I’m sorry like half of this is gonna be me complaining about Gerrard… he’s so rude though! How dare he yell at Josh like that, for something he can’t control.

24. No, no, no! The bees got in!

25. No, no, nope! ABSOLUTELY NOT! The bees fucking went down the second driver’s throat!? I’d be outta there in a second!

26. Why did you smack the bee!? Aahhhhhh no!

27. Thank god the girl is okay! Oh damn, of course the mom gets stung too!

28. “Why do I taste honey?” SIR?!

29. Oh god no!

30. This poor kid, this has got to be so incredibly traumatic, she had to give her own mother an EpiPen.

31. God I’m sorry, I just love Buck so much! That little smile when the bee landed on his finger! ☺️

32. Good lord here I go again… what the hell Gerrard! Buck saved the patients and you’re reprimanding him!

33. “It’s a beenado” 🐝🌪️

34. Bobby and Athena house hunting! I love them!

35. Here goes Athena breaking my heart…💔

36. Eeeeeee! Family dinner! I love this so much!

37. Mara calls them Mom and Momma! It’s too cute! And Jee omg I can’t even with her! She’s precious!

38. Awwww Chimney bonding with Mara over Harry Potter! I love that for them!

39. Yes Denny, their boss is a jerk, you are very correct!

40. Eeeeeeee! Tommy! I didn’t think we’d see you in episode one!! Yay!!!

41. Literally I got so excited when I saw the cupcakes and the sign, I thought Chris might be coming back… oh how I was wrong.

42. Oh my boys! I love them so much! I NEED to see more of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy together!

43. I may or may not have actually screamed… Buck and Tommy flirting! They are so adorable together I can’t handle this!

44. Oh Eddie, bless his heart! So excited to talk to Chris and wish him a happy birthday. Meanwhile his son still can’t look at him, even though a computer screen. 😢

45. He made such an effort, just for the screen to freeze and for Chris to leave him hanging. You can see the man’s heart breaking behind his eyes. My heart broke too, but I understand the kid needing time.

46. But seriously seeing Eddie’s lip quiver like that when his mom mentions putting in a pool… PLEASE CHRIS COME BACK TO US! We can’t handle seeing your dad this heartbroken! 💔

47. This woman be here having a midlife crisis, making her own fragrance, only for the bees to crash her party.

48. “Tomorrow is going to be flawless” cue the giant swarm of killer bees just hanging out on top of the tent.

49. Oop her party is ruined…

50. Oh not Buck volunteering Eddie ass the bee bait! 😂

51. “But why me?” “Because you’re the fastest runner!” Stop it now I’m cackling! 🤣

52. The close up of Eddie’s face has me wheezing! 🤣🤣 Oooo he runnin’!!

53. Oh that close up bee cgi is sooo bad it’s hilarious! 🤣

54. Yeah sure, duct tape fixes everything, but why is it in the medical bag!?

55. “I’ve been shot before, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” It’s funny because the beekeeper was talking to the bees not Eddie! 🤣 (sorry for the excessive use of the laughing emojis I can’t help it)

56. Come on man, Buck is like a little puppy, you gotta give him some praise!

57. And we have Buck with the episode title drop!

58. Noooo Athena! 😢 Come on let me give you a hug! 🫂 So much ✨Trauma✨

59. Ooo this is a fishy situation…but Athena knows what’s up.

60. NO ONE and I mean no one messes with Athena Grant! She knows her shit!

61. She straight up locked this man in a trunk of a car in the middle of the desert! My dude, what!?

62. “Get yourself back to LA in one piece.” Little did she know what was going to happen next…

63. Not the actor being star struck by Bobby, I love that!

64. “I’m gonna study you tip to tail” 🤣

65. Good god Gerrard you got everyone watching Buck like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t deck you.

66. Eddie walking behind Gerrard signing to Buck to cut it out… he tried to help

67. “Broody little pout” 🤣✨

68. Do WE need to remind YOU Gerrard who’s the TRUE captain of this firehouse… news flash it’s NOT YOU!

69. Eddie in the background, we all know he’s got Buck’s back

70. Eeww I just paused on the close up of Gerrard’s mouth… gross. Also, have I mentioned that I HATE this man.

71. Oh my good god! Buck’s eyes are fucking beautiful!

72. Woah, oh wow, that was crazy dude! I seriously can’t tell if Buck snapped and tackled him to the ground, or if he did it to save him.

73. OH CRAP! OF FUCKING COURSE ATHENA WAS ON THE PLANE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #chimney han #hen wilson #bobby nash #athena grant #911 thoughts #911 season 8 #911 8x01

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abiiors · 3 months ago

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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡

✧ — 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

✮ a/n: this is it... the end (well, minus the epilogue but this is the proper last chapter eeeeeeee)

✮ cw: cheeeeeeesyyyyyyyyy, yeah that's all

✮ wc: 3.2k

cleo blinks at her in surprise.

she looks a little different, jules realises. her shoulder-length black hair has lost some of its shine and there are circles under her eyes like she hasn’t been sleeping properly. for a moment jules wonders if she should ask. then again they’re not friends… they’re barely even acquaintances.

“matty’s not home,” she looks apologetic, “i’m…not really sure where he is or when he’s coming back to be honest.”

her heart sinks. so much for gathering up courage.

“do you… do you still wanna come in?”

jules is about to decline and just go home, but the other girl looks hopeful. like there’s something she wants to spill, and so jules agrees and follows cleo inside.

the last time she was here things were…decent. still, now that she’s not trying to sneak out as fast as possible, jules has more time to look around. it’s not much to look at honestly—the house screams bachelor pad. for a moment she even feels a little sorry for cleo. it’s cannot be fun to live with two boys who take cleanliness as a suggestion more than anything. but jules keeps that to herself

“do you want something? coffee? tea?” cleo asks, toeing the rug under her foot, “something stronger?”

“coffee would be nice.”

cleo nods and motions for her to sit. while she’s gone, jules looks around with curious eyes. she wonders which of the decorations are matty’s choice and which are george’s. she wonders if cleo’s added anything of her own to the house yet. unlikely, she hasn’t been here for that long.

“matty tells me you came back from new york,” jules calls out, wondering if she should have just waited until cleo came back. thankfully she does, with two steaming mugs in hand.

“i did,” she nods, “it was all a bit sudden.”

“right.” the silence between them is awkward and palpable. it’s not that jules doesn’t like her. if anything she feels a little shit for being so jealous before. still, she doesn’t really know what to say to cleo, especially when cleo looks like there’s something on her mind. “i hope it’s nice being back?”

cleo’s jaw ticks and jules knows she’s said the wrong thing. still, cleo smiles, faint and a little unsure. “yeah, for the most part. matty’s made it worth it to be honest.”

“right.” jules cringes again. she’s not here to be jealous or territorial, she’s not here to be hostile. frankly, jules is not sure why she’s here anymore. matty’s not. she should be trying to call him and get a hold of him.

if he still answered her calls…

“he’s my best friend,” cleo says, her voice firm. jules wonders if she’s imagining the emphasis on friend. still, it does make her feel a little lighter to hear cleo say that.

“we’ve been arguing a little bit recently but that’s all sorted now.” cleo continues. “still, i—” she clears her throat and takes another sip of her coffee. “i owe you an apology, jules.”

“an apology?”

“mmm” cleo nods. jules is sure all the questions are very clearly visible all over her face. “shall we sit down and talk?”

jules thinks it through. it’s not like she knows where he is, she could just sit here and wait. besides, all this has made her much more curious than she wants to admit.

“okay,” she nods, and leans forward with interest.

her head’s still spinning from the chat. not that it was all that explosive… just confusing if anything. still it looked much more serious to cleo. so much so that at one point jules had thought she was about to cry.

but now she’s back in her room and thinking it all over, and jules can’t stop thinking how minuscule it feels in the grand scheme of… well… everything. how much she simply does not care about anything else as much as she cares about making things right with matty.

she hugs pancake closer, staring out the window at the sky that reflects her mood well enough. it’s grey and full of dark clouds, about to burst any minute and start pouring rain hard enough that everything would be washed clean. maybe it would get rid of everything weird between them. maybe it could make them go back to how they were before—happy and carefree and not hiding things from each other.

not hiding feelings.

of course the feelings weren’t as complex back then. but now they are, and she wishes he were here to help her make sense of it all.

she stares at the window just as the first big fat drop hits it. it rolls down, half-down towards the pane when a second drop hits and rolls down just as fast—racing and racing and getting overtaken by a surprise drop within moments. and before she knows it there are a million more drops on her window pane, water running down in sheets and blanketing the world.

she can barely see the outside world anymore, barely see the trees swaying outside through watery sunlight.

it feels relaxing to lie down on the bed and just listen to the rain, to focus on the rhythmic tapping on her window and just drift and drift. if she’s lucky enough there won’t be any thunder… just soft rain to lull her into a cosy sleep where she can dream about matty’s arms around her and forget about everything else.

her eyelids flutter shut, body relaxing as jules focuses on the daydream and the warmth that comes along with it, cocooning her and making her feel safe. she focuses on it until it’s no longer just a daydream but something that feels lucid enough that she can pretend it’s real.

and only then does she fully succumb to sleep.

jules stirs in her sleep, half-formed dreams crumbling away, as the low rumble from the skies seeps into her consciousness. it isn’t the sharp crack of thunder that would have yanked her awake, but a deep, rolling sound that reverberates through the walls, tugging her from slumber until she’s blinking and groggy and half-awake.

she lays still for a moment, her body heavy with the lingering warmth of sleep. it takes her mind about half a second before it’s churning again though, rumbling with thoughts like the skies outside.

the empty space beside her in the bed feels unfairly cold. why should she imagine matty there when he’d never even stayed the whole night? why should her mind conjure up the phantom feeling of the warmth of his body cocooning hers—his solid chest against her back, his arms around her, fingers splayed on her hips. his breaths coming out deep and even as he snuggles his face into the crook of her neck.

it’s unfair that she should be able to make up something like this so convincingly in her mind. that she should be able to trick herself into almost believing it.

jules wraps her arms around herself, trying to pacify herself like a child.

it’s well past dinner-time, she realises. besides, jules is not hungry to begin with, so there’s no point in forcing herself to get out of bed and make food. so she just rolls onto her back again, trying to ignore the thunder, and tries to fall back asleep.

it’s not easy. she keeps drifting in and out, keeps cringing from the booming thunder and the loud, whooshing wind. she alternates between staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes, until…

it’s faint at first, almost indistinguishable from the patter of the rain that’s falling hard now, but then it grows more distinct. tiny clinks, like pebbles tapping against glass, breaking through the stillness.

jules sits up, her heart quickening. she listens closely—the noise is persistent, deliberate; tiny rocks against her window.

she almost bolts upright, getting herself tangled in the covers in her hurry to get of the window. the floor is cool against her socks-clad feet. she crosses the room, her breath catching as she reaches the window and peers outside.

and then there he is—matty, his figure hazy in the drizzle, his hair damp and his clothes clinging to his frame. he’s right under her window, squinting up and trying not to get rainwater in his eyes. he has a handful of small rocks in his palm, ready to toss another at her window.

“the flat has a door,” she calls out. it’s a lame attempt at a joke, but matty shrugs and stands there without cracking a smile.

“this feels fitting.”

she wants to ask why, but jules is a little afraid of knowing the real answer.

“alright,” she shrugs, and then without even thinking, swings her leg over the window pane, clutching onto the same pipe mattty had used to climb into her room all those days ago.

matty drops the rocks instantly, rushing to get under her. his eyes are wide and his arms outstretched.

“what the fuck are you doing?!” he yells over the rain. jules can hear the tremor of panic in his voice. she just shrugs as best as she can.

the pipe is slippery under her hands. there’s no way she can find her grip onto it with her socks-clad feet that are now completely drenched. still, jules clings to it, shaking like a leaf, and slides her way down one inch at a time.

“there’s a fucking door,” matty yells again. if she weren’t all focused on trying not to slip, she would have laughed at how he sounds like he’s going to lose his mind.

“i know,” she calls out, voice barely audible over the whooshing wind, “this feels fitting.”

under her, she can practically feel him running his hands through his hair in frustration. he’s overreacting, jules wants to tell him. she won’t die if she falls, she won’t even break any bones. she might get a nasty bruise and a sprain to match but apart from that… there’s no reason to worry about her.

still, a part of her wants to gloat over it.

besides… he won’t let her get hurt. jules is certain that if she falls, matty would be right there to catch her.

jules cringes the moment her feet touch the ground. she’s stepped directly into a tiny puddle of mud—cold and icky and wet. but her grimace melts away the moment she feels matty’s hands on her waist, steadying her, making sure she doesn’t slip and fall right before turning around to face him.

turning around to face him…

right… that’s still left. somehow that scares her more than sliding down the pipe in the pouring rain.

her heart hammers in her chest—half from the adrenaline, half from the anticipation—and jules tries to take a steadying breath. perhaps she should leverage this adrenaline and get this over with before she runs out of courage.

“hi jules,” matty whispers behind her. he says it in a normal tone, voice flat and a little shaky. maybe he’s cold, she thinks naively.

“hi,” she closes her eyes shut. and finally jules turns.

“cleo said you came by…”

“mmm,” she nods, at a loss for words.

jules breathes in, trying to corral all the thoughts and words in her head in an orderly fashion.

“what did you want?”

her ears perk up. matty sounds almost hopeful when he asks, or he sounds merely curious like he always has and she’s projecting, but jules is simply too busy wondering where she should start this.

“so your show—”

“that’s two for two now…” matty smiles in a bittersweet, crooked way, “two for two that haven’t ended the way i wanted them too.”

if she weren’t so nervous, she would have laughed. but jules simply ignores him and starts again.

“the things he said, max… i wanted to just say sorry… i—”

“why are you saying sorry!” matty cuts in again, properly agitated now. he isn’t done, jules can see that. and she can’t let him get a word in before she’s done saying her piece. she’s going to lose her nerve otherwise.

“no shut up, shut up,” she squeezes her eyes shut to stop the water from falling in her eyes, to get rid of the little puddle formed on her eyelashes. “i need to get this out. in one piece.”

matty, despite the guarded expression on his face, manages to look amused. he jerks his chin once—go on—and pulls down the drenched sleeves of his t-shirt over his palm.

jules takes a shaky breath, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. the rain beats down relentlessly, soaking her hair and plastering it against her forehead, but she doesn’t care. all she can focus on is matty standing in front of her, his eyes locked on hers with a peculiar mix of frustration and something softer—something she doesn’t deserve but desperately craves.

“i’m sorry,” she finally chokes out, her voice breaking. “i’m so, so sorry, matty. i didn’t mean to push you away. i thought i was protecting you, protecting myself, but… i was just scared. scared of what you make me feel, of how much i wanted you… want you…”

his lips part a little, breath hitching like he’s about to interject but she places a hand on his chest, effectively shushing him. “it was all starting to blend, how much i wanted max in the beginning and how much i want you now, and then you punched him like that for me… for me!”

“of c—”

“no, you don’t understand! he won’t have done it for me! but you did! you did when we had a million rules and a pact not to get emotions involved and you’re a million times better than he will ever be but—” she chokes, sniffling like a child and fully aware of the warm teardrops running down her cheeks mixed with cold rain.

“then there was cleo and i thought—”

“cleo?” matty raises and incredulous eyebrow, quite taken aback. “what does she have to do with us?!”

with us… even after everything he speaks of them in terms of ‘we’ and ‘us’. a unit.

matty’s expression softens. he doesn’t say anything, just watches her, waiting, giving her the space to let it all out. his silence is both a comfort and a torment, but she knows he’s listening, really listening, and it makes her heart ache even more.

jules wipes her face with the back of her hand, not that it does much good with the rain pouring down, but it’s a futile attempt to keep herself together.

“you kept blowing me off for her and… and i thought…”

“you thought…”

“well, i thought about rule number four. about how this would all end the moment we met someone and i realised i was about to lose everything…”

matty’s face changes instantly. there’s no trace of amusement or softness, instead he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“why does everyone keep thinking i’m in love with cleo, what the fuck!”

jules, a lot more taken aback by the sudden outburst, chooses not to dig deeper into it. if they get through this, she’d have other times to ask about it. if they didn’t… oh well, then it won’t matter at all anyway.

“i wasn’t blowing you off!” matty yells, incredulous once again, “i was spending time with my best friend who came back so fucking sudden and clearly needed people around her! jules… is that what this was about?!”

well, when he puts it that way, she realises how stupid and territorial and possessive she sounds—all that over someone who isn’t even hers in the first place.

jules bites her lip, her shoulders slumping slightly as if the weight of the entire world is on them. “maybe,” she admits quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain. “maybe i was scared i was asking for too much, asking for something you weren’t willing to give.”

matty sighs, exasperated but softening as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair from her face. his touch is gentle, lingering, and it sends a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with the cold.

“you told me not to call you darling anymore,” matty murmurs. “you kept pulling away from me. i thought… i thought you were done. i thought it stopped being fun for you and you…”

he steps even closer, their bodies almost touching now, and jules feels her breath hitch. his hand moves from her hair to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears. “we are fucking idiots,” he whispers, laughing, his forehead pressed against hers. “we both wanted the same thing and we just…”

jules closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch, the way his breath mingles with hers. she laughs too—a little out of disbelief, mostly out of relief.

we both wanted the same thing.

the same thing…

her heart is racing, and for a moment, she forgets the rain, the cold, the fear—everything except the boy standing in front of her, the one who’s always been there, even when she pushed him away.

“this is so cheesy,” she giggles, tasting her salty tears on her lips once again. matty snorts too. she thinks he might make another useless comment, linger awkwardly, unsure what to do next.

instead, before she can respond, his lips are on hers—soft and warm and everything she’s ever wanted. the rain continues to pour down around them, but jules doesn’t care. all she can feel is matty’s hands on her waist, pulling her closer, his lips moving against hers with a sweet urgency that makes her dizzy.

she wraps her arms around his neck, melting into him, losing herself in the kiss. she’s done this a million times—kissed him, explored the insides of his mouth and felt the weight of his tongue on hers. she has kissed him until her lips are red and raw and swollen, until her mouth tastes like him.

she has snogged him and fucked him and lusted after him. but this is the first time jules simply holds him.

just a girl kissing a boy in the pouring rain.

it’s so cliché she can’t help but giggle. matty grins too, wide and so infectious she feels it through their kiss.

“it’s like we’re sixteen,” she laughs, “i think i would have died if i got to kiss my crush in the rain at sixteen.”

the moment she says it, jules flushes and then groans. my crush… yeah matty’s going to remind her of this for a long long time.

“should we hold hands now,” he teases, and kisses her again, fingers intertwined, his thumb drawing circles on the back of her hands.

just a kiss. it’s just a kiss.

and she can do it any time she wants to—kiss him and look at him and hold him. the rest, she thinks, can be figured out later. right now she has time.

right now, they have all the time in the world.

#✮⋆˙ - when i knock at a hundred and two #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty x oc #matty x reader #matty x you #102!matty

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hanasnx · 7 months ago

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Hop hop 🐇 hi indybug :) thinking about Jason who isn't afraid to hit your pretty face, leave a mark or two, shit that gets you looks when you go shopping for groceries. Other guys you've been with before have all refused, either because of the belief that they shouldn't hit women, or fear that you're trying to use it against them later, but Jay gets it. Jay will hold your cute face in his big hands and give you a dirty fucking kiss before his fist connects with your face. You look so adorable, flushed and mildly squished by his fingers before he does, just begging to get hit. EEEEEEEE :3 🐇 hop hop

-dons

donnie you always know what to say. as someone who wants to get beat up and abused for sexy reasons im such an advocate for wifebeater!jason todd bcos he knows it gets you off. he's already so fucked in the head he'd come home after beheading mafia members and then beat his little wife about it only to fuck her like hes going for round two. who knows if canon jason is capable of this i guess it would depend on the canon strain, but me personally i'd beg and plead for jason to treat me like dirt so i can cum. "shit that gets you looks when you go shopping for groceries" this line alone made me leak. my hole loosened over "Jay will hold your cute face in his big hands and give you a dirty fucking kiss before his fist connects with your face."

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#moot: donnie #ch: jason #jason todd prompt #tw impact play

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queerplatonicshipshowdown · 10 months ago

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Round 3, Match 3

Crowley and Aziraphale (Ineffable Husbands) from Good Omens vs. Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus (Campal) from The Locked Tomb!

Propaganda for Ineffable Husbands:

They are each others everything; they discarded their former affiliations to form their own sides; they are the best of friends and so close that they can't imagine life without each other. But they also *canonically* (at least in the books) do not experience sexual attraction, or romantic attraction, at least not in the same way humans do; their relationship *cannot* be defined by something as simple as romance, and this is a view the author (Neil Gaiman) has endorsed. Hence, queer platonic.

EEEEEEEE they're so CUTE and they LOVE each other and the fact that this love doesn't have to be specifically romantic doesn't make it less REAL and that warms my aspec heart.

those bitches are qpps for sure

In the book they’ve been friends for thousands of years and are v involved in each other’s lives (routinely have dinner ‘dates’, Crowley frequently hangs out at Aziraphale’s bookshop, generally hanging out and stuff.) Since their not human, they don’t really understand human relationships, love, and gender which makes their relationship v queer. They’re mistaken as a couple by other characters despite not being in a romantic relationship. In the show the same things happen and new scenes are added showing how their friendship grew, them becoming much more devoted to each other, and various struggles they’ve had in their relationship. (ei. Sorta breaking up, them each wanting different things out of life)

they've known each other for over 6,000 years. they saved the world together. they have saved each other over and over again. they love each other so deeply and you can see their love for each other in everything they do. as an aromantic queerplatonic person they embody what queerplatonic love means to me so perfectly

Propaganda for Campal:

They're two people who have spent their whole lives together and are hopelessly devoted and loyal to each other. While some people do read their relationship as strictly romantic or platonic, it has way more going for it through a QP lense! They've been lifelong friends, and in their culture are essentially non-romantic life partners as a necromantic wizard and his bodyguard/champion. It's actually strictly taboo for them to engage in a romantic relationship because of this. But nonetheless they remain close to and devoted to each other, going so far as to use necromancy to keep each other close after one of them dies, and then going on to share a body until it becomes physically impossible to do so any longer. So they burn both of their souls to merge together into one new entity, creating a walking metaphor for queerplatonic partnership. They endlessly support and encourage each other, they're a perfect team when it comes to both peaceful study and combat. They know each other inside and out, long before they had to share a body, they were inseperable.

They're two halves of one whole, literally, and nothing about that intense closeness and partnership is written to be romantic! Especially because other, similar characters in the series ARE written to read as romantic, and there's a distinct tonal difference to those relationships! Basically, they're two peas in a pod, two halves of a whole, clearly not quite platonic with it, but certainly not romantic either.

The author of The Locked Tomb has a long term queerplatonic partner! She even dedicates the books to him and signs those dedications with a <> (which is a Homestuck reference, denoting a non-romantic partnership that a number of fans associate with QPPs!). You can feel the influence of her own experience with queerplatonic attraction in a lot of the series, but it really comes through especially in Cam and Pal!!

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