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hollandsangel · 7 months ago

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casual | m. sturniolo

i’ve been scheming for weeks !! (actually started this before move over AND voice. so.)

basically i’m obsessed with this song

summary: the most dangerous label is the casual one; or you both want more

warnings: matt x fem!reader, use of y/n, ANGST, cursing, happy ending bc i’m a sucker & a lost cause

wc: 6.5k

the sun is dipping behind the horizon, painting the sky pink and orange. you have your window rolled down, letting the salt air breeze pick your hair up as you rest against the car door. matt has elmer’s new song playing on aux, something lofi with a bit of spanish mixed in.

“like what you see?” he speaks up, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look over at you. he stares for a second, your skin illuminated by the fading rays of the sun, kissing the tops of your cheeks and giving you a warm glow.

you press yourself up to sit properly and catch his hand resting on the center console. you always loved that he drives with his left hand, the right always close enough for you to touch.

“it’s pretty,” you say, poking your head back out of the window, looking overhead at the passing trees, “the palms are so tall.” matt squeezes your hand, and when you look back up he’s already looking at you, smiling when you meet his eyes.. his hair looks lighter in the setting sun, the side of his face lit up all golden and warm. you bite your lip and smile, turning away with a slight flush.

“it’s green,” you tell him and he flicks his head back forward, muttering a curse under his breath.

“my bad,” he admits, refusing to drop your hand.

it looked like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, just takes a breath and lets it out before turning back to the road.

when the car pulls into the garage you reach to the back to grab your overnight bag. matt’s already out of the car, coming over to your side to open your door, “c’mon,” he says in that silly high pitched voice, just to hear you giggle.

you make your way to his bedroom, knowing the ins and outs of the triplet’s house like the back of your hand. matt follows behind you, his footsteps echoing amongst the hardwood floors.

“i can’t wait to lay down,” you sigh, the effects of the sun's heat catching up with you now that you’re in the cool, air conditioned house.

“yeah, i’m feelin’ pretty tired too,” matt agrees, his voice heavy and suddenly cloaked by fatigue.

you’d been out all day, shopping on melrose, walking by the beach. dinner and ice cream and the beating sun soaked up all your energy. nothing sounded better than getting cozy in matt’s bed and watching a movie, maybe catching a bit of a nap before deciding to head home. you knew he’d insist on driving you, and that always hurt more than you’d like to admit.

the two of you weren’t dating, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you told yourself you didn’t mind. it wasn’t a very convincing lie though, most everyone around you could tell. it’s not that you hadn’t talked about it, you had, there were just things getting in the way.

matt was worried about how his fans would react, and he absolutely did not want it to be at your expense. you hated the thought of pushing him, like forcing him or asking too much, being too needy would only drive him away. all your friends had told you to stop, that you were only going to get yourself hurt, but you’d honestly rather have half of him and a broken heart than none of him at all.

you never doubted that he cares about you, in fact you know he does. he always picks you up from classes, knows your order at all your favourite fast food places and keeps an extra toothbrush in the bathroom for you. it’s things like that that make the title of causal or just seeing each other sting a little bit more.

here though, all settled in matt’s bed, you try not to think about it too hard. there’s some liam neeson movie he insisted on showing you playing on the tv, and you’re happy to be watching it, but mostly happy to be watching it with him. his chest rises and falls under your head with each breath and it’s making you more tired than before.

“i’m so warm,” you say through a yawn, all comfy now in your sweats and matt’s crewneck, although the comfort comes mostly from his arms wrapped around your middle.

“you can throw on a pair of boxers if you want, top drawer,” matt offers, his arms unmoving, keeping you mildly trapped against him.

“let me goooo,” you groan dramatically, making a big show of sliding out from under his arms and grinning to yourself when he laughs.

“come back,” he pouts, reaching for a stuffed animal to take your place while you cross the room to his dresser.

“just give me a sec,” you giggle, rummaging around in the drawer and pulling out a pair of plaid boxers. there’s something stuck to it, all tangled up in the mess of his clothes, “what the– is this my bra? i’ve been looking for this for like a month.”

matt lifts his head just enough to see what you’re holding up, huffing when he hits the pillow again, “i dunno, sweetheart, you probably left it, you’ve got a lot of stuff here,” he sounds tired, and the words are pressed against his pillow now that he’s rolled onto his stomach.

you’ve got lots of stuff here.

it digs into you, how casually he says it, an almost physical ache you feel beyond your ribs, right where your heart is.

quickly you try to shake it off, shucking off your sweatpants and sliding the boxers up your legs so you can hurry back into bed before allowing yourself to think about what he said too much.

“c’mere,” there’s a little smile on his face when he says it, arm outstretched for you to crawl under. immediately matt tucks you up against his body impossibly close, his nose stuffed into your hair and breathing you in. it feels nice, right, and you let yourself bask in it, like maybe the state of your relationship (or lack thereof) won’t be in limbo forever. he has to feel it too, the pull.

“i think you should just stay tonight,” he says quietly against your temple, leaving a little kiss there.

“are you sure?”

he nods, “it’s late, ‘m not gonna kick you out,” you can see his smile in the dark, his features lit up delicately by the dim light of the movie, “and i kinda wanna cuddle,” he admits sheepishly, trying to hide his blush when you turn to him.

“awe, matty,” you tease, scooching closer to him, hardly an inch away.

“hey,” he says all high pitched, making you laugh again.

“that voice always gets me,” you tell him, snuggling up under his chin.

“that’s why i do it,” he tells you.

it doesn’t take long for you to slip into an easy sleep with matt holding you, the mindless noise coming from the tv luring you deeper into unconsciousness. he’s being extra gentle, finger tips dragging along your waist under your top. you hardly feel him slide out of bed or tuck you in all snug under the covers.

nick’s in the kitchen when matt emerges from his bedroom for some water, hunting for something in the pantry. matt rubs his eyes.

“hello?” chris leans forward on the couch, his voice startling matt.

“jesus, what– you’re just both out here at fucking two in the morning?” he grumbles, eyes squinted against the harsh lights.

“we ordered food,” chris stands up, walking into the kitchen.

nick nods, closing the cupboard, glass in hand, “we thought you were at y/n’s or something, i didn’t hear you come in,”

matt grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and a takes a sip before answering, “nah she’s here, she’s asleep,” he says, nodding towards his bedroom.

nick groans, “god, are you guys dating yet,” he asks, head rolling back against his shoulders, exsapertated.

matt’s eyes widen at the sudden outburst of noise, looking back at his door to make sure nick didn’t wake you, “dude, be quiet,” he urges.

you’d felt matt’s absence after a few minutes, the warmth of his body leaving the bed when he did. slowly you sit up, pressing the heel of your palm into your eye and swinging your feet to the floor quietly. you stand behind matt’s closed bedroom door, prepared to silently creep out and go to the bathroom when you catch his voice.

“and no,we’re just casual,” he continues to answer nick’s question, who glances over and chris. “what— don’t look at him like that,” this earns him another sideye, “i mean it, it’s not serious.”

“matthew” nick starts, “isn’t she asleep in your bed right now?” nick points an accusatory finger in his brother’s direction, emphasizing his words.

it’s matt’s turn to look at chris, who holds his hands up in surrender, “don’t look at me, i’m with nick,” he says, looking away from his brother from where he remains on the couch.

“well she’s not my girlfriend, if that’s where this is going,” matt turns back to the fridge, not really looking for anything, just trying to hide from his brother’s judgmental, but justified, stares.

it hurts to hear, even if you know it’s the truth.

“and why not, idiot,” nick asks, getting fed up. he can clearly tell how his brother feels and is getting frustrated, mad even, with the idea of him toying with your feelings.

“i just—i just can’t do it.” that hurts more, a sharp pain you feel in your chest. you swallow dryly, and that hurts too.

you decide you don’t have to go to the bathroom that badly anymore, and slowly sink back into matt’s bed. you know you and matt aren’t together, that he’s not your boyfriend, but a part of you has always clung to the idea that one day he would be, that he’d finally make the move. you thought he liked you enough to at least try.

tugging the duvet up to your chin you roll over onto your side to face the wall. matt comes back into the bedroom and you can hear nick and chris talking quietly for a second before the door closes again. you’re not too sure, but you think one of them mumbles your name amidst the conversation. matt slides back under the covers with you, coming as close as he can to wrap his arms around you.

it makes your head spin, his words rattling around in your mind, saying he “can’t do it,” but here is, body tucked perfectly against yours, holding you so tight you’d think he never wanted to let go.

—

matt seems notice that you’re a bit quieter than usual the next morning, but you try to hide it under the excuse of not feeling well. he offers to drop you off and you take him up on it, knowing that marinating in the misery you feel won’t solve anything but seems to be the easiest thing to do at the moment.

“text me if you need anything, okay?” his tone is concerned and you can feel him looking at you even though you’re trying to avoid eye contact. you know you’d cave, catching a glimpse of the light blue with all that worry clouding it.

“yeah, i will,” you sigh, reaching into the back seat to grab your bag.

matt catches you, palm placed delicately along your jaw so you’ll look at him, “hey,” he says all soft, “c’mere,” he guides you forward slightly and you know what’s coming, you know it’s gonna hurt but you do it anyway.

he kisses you gently and you fall into it with ease, reaching out to touch his arm. when he strokes his thumb along your cheekbone you pull away, licking your lips.

“i’ve gotta go,” you whisper, afraid the full volume of your voice would shatter something, you’re not too sure what.

“yeah, okay,” he nods, pulling his hand away from your face and trying to smile as you open your door, watching you walk into your building.

he stays there in the parked car for a minute, wondering what’s wrong, pretending he doesn’t know that this whole situation hurts you just as much as it hurts him. he’s staring up at your apartment window, tapping the steering wheel and taking a long, deep breath.

“fuck,” he mutters to himself, pushing his hair back and putting the car in reverse.

—

you and matt don’t talk excessively for the next few days, only a few texts exchanged here and there and one phone call after he knew you’d just written a midterm.

he called to ask how it went and tell you he was proud of you, and also to invite you out to dinner with his parents on the upcoming weekend. they were flying out to l.a. for a few days and he wanted you to meet them. it felt cruel.

“i dunno matt, i’ve got an assignment due sunday at midnight, i might not be able to make it,” of course you wanted to go, but the tug of self preservation was starting to become more equal to the pull you felt towards him. you were starting to lose sight of what was more important, him or yourself.

for so long it had been him.

“please, sweetheart, i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever,” matt slumps into his desk chair, spinning back forth.

you cave and somehow your vision clears. it was him again.

“yeah, yeah, okay, i wanna see you too,”

matt smiles on the other end of the phone, “yay,” he says sweetly, making his joy obvious, “i can help you with your assignment if you want, too,” he offers, and you know he’s just trying to get a smile out of you.

you laugh without meaning to, “matt, you know nothing about the course,”

“i’ll figure it out, anything i can do to make sure i see you,”

you bite your lip, trying to keep a smile at bay, “careful, you’re gonna make me think you like me or something,”

“aw, well i can’t have that now can i?” he teases, and it cuts deeper than he realizes it does.

“no,” you mutter, trying to hold onto the smile on your face even though matt can’t see you, “um, i should probably get going, if i wanna finish my assignment on time,”

“oh, yeah, okay. i could come by a little later with some food?” he poses it as a question, sensing your hesitancy.

“you don’t have to do that,”

“i know, but i want to,” he says it so easily, like there’s no reason in the world he wouldn’t come to your house after eleven pm just to sit on your bedroom floor while you do school work.

“canes?” you finally offer.

“be there in half an hour.” you hear the car keys jingle through the phone, the front door latching shut.

—

the triplet’s parents land on friday afternoon. you haven’t seen matt since wednesday night when he called and brought take out to your place, and you’re starting to feel a little nervous at the thought of seeing his parents.

you’ve spoken to them over facetime once or twice when matt had called them, but this is real, this is serious.

you think you’ve completely driven yourself insane with that, thinking of it as serious. for days there’s been a battle in your head about whether or not this means matt wants to make your relationship offical. it’s become such a problem that you’ve forbidden yourself from thinking about it.

taking a deep breath you refocus on yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and trying to decide on a lip product for the night when your roomate wanders into your bedroom.

“how are you doing?” she asks, leaning against the door frame. you don’t answer, just look up at her with what must be a miserable expression, because she chuckles sadly at you, “that bad, huh?”

you groan and clench your fists, “i’m just confused!” you exclaim.

“i know, but i think tonight should clear some things up,” she tells you hopefully, and you really want to believe her.

“i hope so,” you sigh, “i just really like him,” you whine, defeated.

your phone dings then, a message from matt of course.

matt sturn

be there in twenty

ive got the kids

you laugh sadly at the text.

“‘s that him?” your roommate asks.

“yeah, him and his brothers are on the way, they’ll be here soon.”

“you’ll do great, don’t sweat it,” she tries to reassure you, giving you an over enthusiastic thumbs up before shutting your door again.

matt, nick and chris have been in the car for about five minutes and already matt’s debating driving into oncoming traffic. him and his brothers have had the same fight at least three times since you stayed over last week, and if he’s honest, he’s getting really sick of it.

“enough of this ‘i can’t do that’ bullshit, matt, she’s coming to dinner with our parents,” nick says pointedly, running out of air at the end of his setence, “you don’t just bring your hook up to that shit, so fucking stop talking to her if it’s that much of an issue,” he continues, leaning froward against matt’s seat, staring holes into the side of his brothers face.

matt is clearly aggravated, gripping the wheel a little too hard, “shut the fuck up, nick— she’s not just a hook up,”

nick’s eyes get wider at this and he leans over matt’s seat, voice exponentially louder when he says, “you just proved my fucking point!!”

“you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” matt mumbles in a deft tone, staring harshly out onto the road.

chris leans over from the passenger seat, gesturing in matt’s direction, “and you do? you never shut the fuck up about her, and she’s always at the house but you’re too much of a pussy to do anything,” he yells over matt all in one breath, words coming out too fast.

matt’s mouth is set in a firm line and he’s shaking his head, “you guys don’t get it!” he finally yells back, signaling and switching lanes before he can finish his thought, “i can’t do that to her,” the car’s stopped at a red light now, allowing him to look nick in the eye from the rearview mirror. both him and chris shut up for a second.

“i can’t do that to her,” matt emphasizes again, making his point with his hands, bracketing the last two words, “the internet would chew her up and spit her out. you think i don’t want to make her my girlfriend? do you think i like doing this to her? every fucking day i think about cutting it off because i don’t wanna hurt her, but i’m too fucking selfish to do it.”

“it’s green,” chris mumbles.

“shut the fuck up,” matt says through his teeth as he turns back to face the road, driving through the light.

“so what are you gonna do?” nick asks, softer now, arm hung over the back of matt’s seat.

matt looks up at him in the rearview again, taking a deep, anxiety ridden breath, “i don’t know.”

the three boys are silent for the remainder of the drive to your apartment. matt puts the car in park and mumbles something about being right back before getting out and heading up to your floor, slamming the car door a little bit too hard.

“jesus christ,” chris breathes, feeling the tension finally break.

there’s a knock at the front door, and you take a deep breath before opening it. matt stands with his hair a little bit messy and his cheeks a little bit red, but he softens when he sees you.

“hey,” you say, “let me just grab my bag,”

“wait, y/n,”

“yeah?” you turn back around to look at him. he’s standing in the middle of your kitchen, looking a little bit deflated.

“can i have a hug?”

your heart nearly shatters. is he feeling it too?

“wha– of course baby, of course,” you cross the kitchen over to him and he already has his arms open. immediately he locks his arms around your waist, resting his head against yours. you gently rub his back and rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“is everything okay?” you wonder after a second, feeling him breathe heavily against you.

matt squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your hair, “yeah,” he sighs, “nick and chris are just annoying,”

“you love them though,” you remind him.

he pulls away but keeps you close, hands on your hips now, “sometimes i think about reevaluating that,”

you laugh at him, fixing his messy hair, “no you don’t,”

its his turn to smile, “you’re right,” he leans in for a quick kiss which you grant him, letting it dampen your nerves and reservations on the evening.

“i know, now c’mon, we’ve gotta go,” you slide your hand down into his.

“you don’t have to be nervous, by the way,” matt says to you in the elevator, still holding your hand.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and he squeezes your hand, letting you know he’s there for you, “it just feels serious,” you finally admit what you’ve been thinking for the last few days. you’re a little bit afraid to look over at him, so you keep your gaze towards the closed elevator doors.

matt gives your hand a quick squeeze and glances at the side of your face, you can feel his eyes on you, “it’s not serious, don’t worry,” it’s a little strained when he says it, as if he means something else but you can’t quite decipher it. it’s too much to think about now and yet it’s all you’ve been thinking about for days, how ‘unserious’ it all is to him.

when you do get to dinner, marylou and jimmy are already at the restaurant. marylou is being so sweet to you, asking about classes and how you met the boys, what you like do to in your spare time and things about matt that you tease him over. you feel like a girlfriend, you feel like his girlfriend and you don't think you can take much more of it. she tells you how much he talks about you when he’s home, that even justin has started making fun of him for it.

when you look over at matt he’s blushing but staring directly into his plate, avoiding you.

the smile you plastered onto your face fades and you dig your nails into your plam under the table.

“excuse me, i’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you say to no one in particular, catching nick’s eyes. he seems to notice your pleading gaze, and sends you a text after you’ve left the table

nick stromboli

you okay?

you lock yourself in the single bathroom and stand staring at your phone screen.

you

this is brutal

your mom is being sooo sweet but matt won’t even look at me

i feel like he's embarrassed

nick stromboli

he's actually the biggest idiot that ever lived

chris is lowk giving him a death stare rn

nick was being serious, chris staring at matt as marylou goes on about how nice you are.

nick elbows matt in the side and he looks over, more than slightly fed up.

“i think you should go check on y/n,” he whispers, making matt perk up a bit in worry.

“why?”

“i don’t think she’s feeling good,”

“oh, i hope she’s okay,” marylou interrupts herself.

“i’ll be right back,” matt stands from the table and walks to the bathroom, knocking on the door gently, “y/n/n? it’s me sweetheart,”

a slight panic drops through you as you push away from where you were leaning against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“c’mon let me in, nick said you weren’t feeling good,” he knows you were nervous about tonight, and he’s hoping that’s all it is, that he can fix it.

you sigh, head tossed back to your shoulders as you breathe out before letting him in, hoping you look more composed than you feel.

“hey, you okay?” he asks gently, closing the door behind him.

“yeah, uh, i think i’m gonna go,” you mumble, looking away.

“what? d–do you want like a gingerale or something?” his brows are pinched and he’s reaching out for you. you step back without thinking about it. you don’t even notice you’d done it until you see the hurt look on his face. he reaches out again, slower this time.

“y/n…”

something in you clicks, or comes crashing down when his fingers brush your wrist, “i’m not your girlfriend matt, stop worrying about me like i am,”

he's a little bit stunned at that and pulls back, saying your name again.

“no, don’t do that, i heard what you said to the guys last week, and you keep telling me we’re causal and we can’t be anything but we’re at dinner with your fucking parents. i can’t keep prenteding to be your girlfriend, or–or that it doesn’t hurt, i just can’t do it anymore,”

there’s tears in your eyes you don’t notice until matt whispers, “don’t cry,”

“i’m going crazy,” you tell him, voice so soft, so fragile that his heart breaks a little bit.

“no you’re not, c’mon�� we can work this out,” the words are so comforting, and normally he’s the one you’d run to for comfort, but he’s hurting you.

“are we gonna make it official, matt? or are we just gonna keep sleepingover at eachother’s houses four days a week and tell all our friend we aren’t dating?” you ask, pressing your fingertips underneath your eyes, “are we gonna do this for real or are you gonna keep telling your parents about me when you’re in boston, and–and keep coming to my house after midnight with take out just because i don’t wanna be alone working on assignments,” he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a solemn look, so you keep going.

“i can’t take the sorry fucking look chris keeps giving me when i’m walking out of your room, it hurts, matt,”

he steps forward finally, trying to make up for more than the physical space that separates you, “no, c’mon, just–just come back to the table. i’ll stay at yours tonight and we’ll talk about this,”

you hold back a scoff at the irony of him mentioning he’ll stay over, “i need an answer now.” you tell him. he’s gone back to standing a few feet away from you, not touching you anymore.

“an answer for what?”

“can you commit to this now? to me?” you feel like you’re pleading with him and you hate how desperate it is.

“we aren’t having this conversation in the bathroom right now, can we please just talk about it later?” matt asks.

you shake your head, “matt, we’ve been doing this for four months, i don’t wanna wait any longer, i’m not a toy.”

he stares at you, licking his lips. you stare back, suffocating in his silence. it’s all the answer you need.

“i’m gonna go,” you mutter, “tell your parents it was really nice to meet them, and that i’m sorry for leaving,” you add, looking away when you walk passed him to open the door.

you leave the restaurant and call an uber, hardly sparing a glance in the direction of his family’s table on your way out.

“is y/n okay?” jimmy asks when matt comes back alone.

matt shoves a hand into his hair to push it back, not meeting anybody’s eyes, “she went home, she wasn’t feeling good”

“and you didn’t offer to take her?” marylou scolds, sure she raised her son better than that.

“she didn’t want me to,” matt admits, defeated.

nick and chris share a look, knowing that isn’t the whole truth, or really the truth at all.

—

a few days later, after their parents had gone back to boston, matt’s shuffling into nick’s bedroom, where him and chris are laying on the bed on their phones.

matt looks a mess, hair wild and eyes sunken in. he’s been in his bedroom all day, blinds drawn and door latched shut

nick thinks he’s wearing a hoodie of yours, the faded smell of your perfume lingering when his brother walks in.

“…you okay?” nick asks, glancing up from his phone.

matt shakes his head and sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes with his fists, “i feel like fucking shit,” he admits, still looking down, “i hate that i hurt her,” he tells the two, as if his brothers weren’t already acutely aware, “i was trying so hard to keep from hurting her and i fucking did it anyway,” they wait for matt to finish, knowing he has a little more to say, “i was so fucking scared of making things offical that i lost her all together, she’s never gonna talk to me again,”

nick sighs and looks over at chris, the two of them sharing a sympathetic look before he moves forward and puts his arm around matt, who slumps against his shoulder, “that's not true,” nick says, “she probably should never talk to you again, but she’s a good person, and she’s our friend,”

“yeah, and she cares about you a lot, matt.” chris adds, sitting on the matt’s other side.

matt groans and covers his face, “i know, and that’s what sucks,” he wipes his palms over his face, “god, why was i so fucking stupid?”

“because you really like her,” chris offers, “and you’re gonna try and make it up to her…right?”

matt sits back up, staring at the wall, “i dunno, i want to, i don’t…” he takes a deep breath, willing the pit in his stomach to go away, “i’m more afraid of losing her all together than i was of any of that other shit, but i don’t know how to fix…this,” he says, dejected.

nick perks up, because he’s never seen matt half as lively as he is when he’s with you, or talking about you. he’s pretty sure matt was on his way to falling in love with you (if he hasn’t already) and refuses to let him lose hope,“i have an idea,” he says.

matt looks at his brother, desperate. the circles under his eyes a shade too dark, his cheeks sunken in, his lips chapped. nick continues.

“we’ll need waffles.”

—

it’s been over a week and a half since you walked out of the restaurant, and since you’d spoken to matt. nick’s been messaging you, asking if you’re okay and telling you he’s there for you. there’s been a bit of him telling you how stupid matt is, which you’d agreed with solemnly.

nick’s messaging you now. you’re posted up at your kitchen table trying to review for one of your exams, but more so warding off another wave of tears, pressing your fingertips into your eyes.

you pick up your phone to answer the message nick had sent, something about a sleepover at your place this weekend and a promise of a hannah montana binge, but there’s a knock at your door. you’re confused at first, wondering who’s at your door this late.

“did you order food?” you ask your roommate as you get up, looking in through the crack of her barely opened door. her headphones are on and she's hunched over a textbook with a highlighter, oblivious to any visitors.

your heartbeat speeds up a little bit as you begin to think about who’s on the other side. with a huff you look through the peephole, met with a slightly distorted image of matt anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot.

he keeps looking down the hallway and biting the inside of his cheek. he’s holding something. a paper bag in one hand and a bouquet of delicately wrapped flowers in the other.

you turn the lock, hand shaking a little bit as the door swings open. he whips his head from where he was looking down the hall to the now open door, your eyes locking immediately.

“matt,” you whisper, not even meaning to say it.

he stares at you for a second, seemingly forgetting any words he would have said for a second before holding up the bag.

“i brought waffles.”

—

“please let me in,” he says breathlessly, as if he was holding his breath waiting for you to open the door. “i know i probably don’t deserve a chance, and you probably don’t wanna hear me out, but…but please,” he licks his lips, grip tightening on the stems of the flowers, (you didn’t think he was listening when you told him your favourites all those months ago) “i miss you,” it’s quiet, the way he says it. he’s pleading with you.

there’s an ache in your chest, you’re trying not to mistake his tenderness for pity. and yet you still find yourself letting him in.

“okay,” it takes so little convincing. you missed him too.

there’s little talking at first, mostly just you and matt grabbing plates down and dishing yourselves out. he went to your favourite diner, because of course he did. the waffles are still warm and are making your kitchen smells like butter and sausage. you move your books and laptop out of the way to make room for the two of you to sit, elbows touching when you start to eat.

you’re half way through your first waffle when matt speaks up. you could feel him staring, his body half turned towards you in his chair. some of your hair falls into your face and his finger twitches before you tuck it away. all he wants to do it touch you. hold you, kiss you, anything. he’s such a jerk.

“i’m sorry,”

you freeze for a second, still facing away from him. after you finish chewing you set your fork down and turn slowly, finally looking him in the eyes. the blue has grown a shade too dark, melancholic.

“for what?” you ask stupidly, just needing to know how he’s felt about it all.

“fuck, everything?” he says, forcefully pushing his hair away from his eyes.

you shake your head and turn back to your plate.

“y/n,” he sighs, “c’mon look at me,”

you do, but it hurts.

“i’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, and i’m sorry things got so out of hand and–and that…this went on for so long,” he gestures between the two of you, fixing his wild hair again.

“this?” you ask, voice breaking, thinking the worst, that he regrets it all, that it’s over. it’s really over.

“this stupid fucking dance we’ve been doing for four months, it’s crazy. it was always crazy.”

you huff, probably a little bit too dramatically as you shift to face him fully, “matt, what are you saying?”

“i’m saying that i like you! and it was so stupid to fucking…dilute that becuase i was scared or some shit,” the latter end of his sentence loses volume, he’s getting shy again.

“but–but you just wanted to be casual–” you start, looking down at your crossed legs.

“no, i never wanted to be fucking casual, i was just…. fuck i was just scared.” he says around a mouthful of waffle. the air smells like syrup.

“i wanna be with you all the time, i like you so much– i just– at first i didn’t want things to be weird between us, which is why i thought a relationship was the wrong idea, but then we started…doing relationship things and it only got better.” he starts, messing with his hair and pushing his food around his plate, “after i stopped being so afraid of that i just, i got scared of another thing,” he finally looks up at you, eyes a little sad, a little heavy.

you can tell that he knows how he’s made you feel, and despite that you hate that he’s sad. you never want him to be sad.

matt continues, “i’d hate for you to get hurt because of my fans, and i knew it was gonna be hard to keep things private, to keep things…ours. i thought that was something i didn't wanna do or i wasn't ready for but…” he sighs, cutting himself off and taking in another big breath. you want to reach out and rub his back, knowing he’s anxious and just trying to calm himself down.

“you being mad at me i can deal with,” he starts again, “you being mad, or–or upset because of me, is harder to handle, but fuck, not having you at all? that's worse than anything else we’d have to face,” he looks up, dead into your eyes to make sure you understand the weight of what he’s about to say, “together.”

“matt…” you whisper. you’ve forgotten about the food. it’s getting cold but it doesn’t matter.

he shakes his head before meeting your eyes again, “i’d rather go through all that bullshit with you than go through nothing without you,” he sounds so sincere that you think your heart skips a beat.

“what are you—”

“i wanna do this. for real.” he nods once, watching you closely.

“do you mean that?” he hates how doubtful you sound and he hates that he’s the one to have put all that doubt there. he thinks you might cry.

“y–yeah of course i mean it. i should have said it a long time ago, and if it makes you feel any better nick’s been giving me shit for like, two months, and i think chris wanted to beat me up last week.” he offers you half a smile, hoping you’ll give one back.

instead you breathe out laugh. he basks in it.

“i want you to be my girlfriend,” you’re looking down again and your hair falls from it’s place behind your ear. he doesn’t stop himself this time, nimble, ring adorned finger pushing it back, “i wanna be your boyfriend,”

you look up at him, studying his face for a second before you speak. he looks tired and a little worn, like he’s been thinking too much and too hard and worrying even more.

“yeah?” you finally say.

matt smiles at you. he has such a pretty smile.

“yeah.” he nods, smiling now.

“so we’re not just casual?”

matt scoffs out a laugh and stands. you stand too and he wraps his arms around you, tucking his chin atop your head when your arms go over his shoulders. he kisses your hair and breathes you in, the lingering scent of your shampoo and your perfume and you. it’s all over his clothes and his sheets, but nothing beats having you in his arms again.

“we were never just causal,” he assures you, as if you didn’t know.

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strawberrybyers · 2 years ago

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me on december 31, 2022: 2023 is going to be my year! positive thoughts only!

me on january 1, 2023: *finds out i’ve been exposed to covid*

me now: *has covid* -_-

#every time i try to be positive i get humbled so quick #it’s just so annoying bc this is my 2nd time getting it within 6 months #it’s like i do everything to not get covid and i’ve gotten twice now WTFFF #it pisses me off bc i wear my mask wash my hands i’ve been vaccinated and i’ve gotten it twice now from ppl who aren’t vaxxed #it’s just annoying bc it feels like my health and others don’t matter but we have to be tolerable to the fact they’re putting us at risk wtf #luckily i’m not that sick but i swear since i got covid the first time my memory plummeted and i’ve felt extremely fatigued ever since #it was only recently my hair stopped falling out #i’m just tired of this virus it stresses me tf out bc i’ve had it twice now what if i experience really bad health issues bc of it #if i had a superpower i would want it to be where i was never capable of getting sick #sorry for the rant i’m frustrated and i get anxious when i’m sick #strawberrybyers text post

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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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fluff, apologising and making up after a 'fight' kind of drabble bc i miss suna <3

suna rintarou shows up to your university on the third day of the silent treatment.

the sight is a surprise, to say the least. your pro-volleyball player boyfriend standing outside your faculty’s building with his hands in his pockets, blending in with baggy jeans, a hoodie, and a cap. he looks the part of a university student, but you could never be fooled, not when he's 6'3 with an equally admirable stature from exercising.

amongst the crowd of outflowing students, the dark-haired spots you, olive eyes widening upon seeing you. he pushes himself onto two feet before walking over to where you stay rooted, dodging the students who just came out of the same lecture.

“hi,” suna greets, stopping just a few feet away from you. the sight of his lopsided smile is enough to get your heart racing again. you've missed him so much.

regardless, you cross your arms to keep up an angry front, not wanting to give in to his charms just yet no matter how good he may he at using them.

“what are you doing here?” you ask bluntly, betraying the butterflies in your stomach.

his expression doesn’t falter at your iciness. “not happy to see me?”

you are happy to see him, very much so, especially when he has taken the initiative of literally showing up at your campus and waiting for your classes to be over to see you. he must be tired from practice as well and you know too well that mondays were never kind to him.

so the fact that suna came all this way for you makes you feel a little special.

he’s even wearing some of that cologne that you really like and unless it’s for special occasions, you know that your boyfriend is never bothered enough to wear any fragrance. he is so sly that you could kiss him.

“not particularly, suna.” you say in response, lying through your teeth.

suna clutches his chest like he’s been shot, making a gasp of offence at your statement. “babe, after i came all the way to campus? i thought i’d never want to come back here but i made some exceptions for the love of my life and this is what i get in return?”

“suck it up, i guess.”

“-and who on earth is suna? never heard of him. can’t believe you’ve already forgotten my name after three days, i’m losing sight of reality, babe hold me, i might faint.”

“whatever,” you chuckle a little at his antics, eyes softening with a certain fondness that suna doesn’t miss. his lips twitch upwards at the sight of it.

this is his chance to win you back. he throws his line in in hopes of catching you hook and sinker.

“let’s go to dinner tonight,” he offers, recovering from his previously downed position, voice contrastingly soft and gentle to smoothen his proposal.

“what, so you can stand me up again?” you quip, instantly slicing the atmosphere to turn tense as the line snaps in half.

suna’s grin falls, morphing into a guilty frown. “c’mon pretty, that’s mean. you know how sorry i am, i didn’t mean to forget about our plans.”

you huff, letting your arms fall back to your sides. “i know, i know, but you standing me up just stung. it was frustrating because i made time for us that i could have used to study with instead,” you confess. “you know how stressed i’ve been with finals.”

the athlete stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “but i’m trying to make up for it.”

“i know and i appreciate it, but now’s not a good time. i’m sorry but i can’t go to dinner tonight or any time soon, i have a bunch of practice tests to do that i can’t keep putting off.”

“then can i come over?” asks suna, a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“and watch me study? do you really want that?”

“i just want to be with you, i can order us takeout or something- on me.”

“guess i’m just irresistible, huh?”

“duh, do you know how much i suffered during the weekend? missed you so much, practically died from boredom.”

“oh so i’m just another person for you to bother? is that how it is?” you ask, unable to contain your smile.

the dark-haired scoffs. “c’mon babes, you know you’re better than that. you’re the only person i can bother.”

“oh fuck off,” you whack his shoulder teasingly. “also for your information, you’re not coming between me and my education.”

“ambitious people are a turn-on,” he mutters with a shrug before pulling you in to kiss your cheek.

“ew get off me, freak,” you joke whilst shoving him, not rough enough to actually create distance but suna still stands his ground from the force. his hand goes to hold your other cheek as he smothers you with over-exaggerated affection.

you laugh in his hold, holding on to his wrists for balance. “suna!” you yelp when he pushes too much weight onto you, causing the two of you to stumble sideways. “actually get off me.”

“can’t. won’t. don’t want to. this is what you get for not responding to me all weekend- what does a man need to do to get a text back from the love of his life?”

“easy. be a man.” you step out of his grasp with a satisfied smirk, beginning to walk away from your boyfriend who stares at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. inevitably, suna runs up to you.

and as he encases you with his arms in the middle of the empty gardens of your university faculty, you know that the two of you will be okay. even if suna is the bane of your existence, there is no one else for you like him.

#still on break lol #been writing a lot of silent treatment fics... apologies #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #rintarou suna x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader fic #suna rintarou x reader imagine

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aemondapologistfrfr · 3 months ago

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The Family Disappointments - Pt2

modern!aegon x fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: Aegon has been attached to you since he met you and you don’t mind his neediness. Meeting his family first thing in the morning was less than desirable, but you reassure him you understand.

Warnings: 18+ smoking, drug use, swearing, oral (m receiving), vibrator/wand, p in v, unprotected, sex shop, overstimulation, bondage

Author Notes: porn w plot bc i think this dude would want to fuck 25/8

Word Count: 5.1k

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I groan stretching out on my own bed glaring at my windows who have so rudely allowed the morning sun to pour in. This is the first time I’ve slept at home in over a week and I hate how cold my bed seems. I untangle from my comforter and walk to look down on the waking city. The early hour puts me in a sour mood so I go grab my pen hoping a couple hits will have me back asleep shortly.

I crawl back into bed burrowing into the blankets with my phone and pen in hand. I squint my eyes at the bright screen and inhale deeply. I blow the smoke across my screen and catch myself smiling at the texts from Aegon throughout the night.

Aegon: I don’t like sleeping without you

Aegon: Sunfyre misses you

Aegon: Sunfyre said he won’t rub my head until I fall asleep like you do

Aegon: When are you going to wake up

I chuckle at his dramatics and smile even wider when I get an incoming FaceTime from him. I click accept and Sunfyre pops up on the screen.

“Hello my beautiful golden boy.” I coo and his head pops up as he looks at me before Aegon turns the camera to himself.

“Why are you up so early?” I take in his bed head and puffy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep.” his voice like gravel.

“You need to sleep Aegon.” I sigh cuddling into my bed more.

“Come over and sleep with me.” he pouts.

“Aegon.” I groan rolling over taking the phone with me.

“I’ll send a car to come get you. Please.” he looks at me with the sad eyes he knows I can’t say no to.

“Fine.” I kick the covers off of me.

“You should just move in with me.” he groans laying back.

“You haven’t even taken me out on a date, loser.” I drag myself out of bed and start to slip on leggings.

“I’ll take you on the most grand date tomorrow.” he mumbles burying his head in the pillow.

“And what are the plans today?” I hum walking over to my vanity.

“Sleeping and smoking. The car will be to you in five minutes.” I hear the smile in his voice as I groan at my hair.

“Good, I’m in no state to be out with the public.” I abandon trying to fix my appearance and slip on a pair of sunglasses and make my way out of my room. “Well, I’ll see you soon.” I kiss at the camera and hear him start whining about me hanging up.

I take the elevator down to the lobby and wait for the car to show up. A man steps out of the drivers side and waits for me holding the back door open. The ride to Aegons is quick and soon the doorman is hauling open the door for me. I step into the lobby and Aegon is immediately pulling me into his waiting arms.

“Good morning.” I mumble into his neck.

“I missed you.” he pulls back and tugs me to the elevator.

“You look so tired.” I fuss over his askew hair and wipe at his puffy eyes as the elevator pulls us upwards.

“I am.” he sulks before draping himself against me. I laugh as I try to lift him up as he practically dead weights onto me. I pinch his sides and his cheeks and he starts laughing and squirming away from me. We almost fall out of the elevator as they open into his hall.

“Are you two going to join us for breakfast?” his mother is standing in the entryway looking to us expectantly.

“We um-“ Aegon looks to me and I look back to him not knowing what to say.

“Come, I had plates set out for you both.” she decides and nods us along with her.

Aegons hand slips into mine and squeezes it as we trail behind his mother. The dining room is bright and open and as we enter the rest of his family looks to us. Fuck me, of course the single time I don’t leave my room presentable I meet his entire family. He pulls my chair out for me and takes a seat next to me.

“What?” he looks around the table with an annoyed face.

“I don’t know if I can remember the last time I saw you and you weren’t drunk.” I’m assuming his brother scowls across the table at him.

“Fuck off, Aemond.” Aegon snaps and I inhale deeply.

“That’s enough, we have a guest.” his mother says. “I’m glad I could catch you both before you hide away in his room.” she smiles softly to us even though I can feel the bite behind her words.

“Lovely to meet you all.” I smile wishing I hit my pen more. “I’m Y/n.” I look around the table hoping to find a friendly face and it stops on his sister who’s smiling at me almost apologetically.

“I’m Helaena.” she gives me a reassuring smile. “I wish I could tell you they aren’t always at each other’s throats but..” her smile falters slightly.

“You know, boys will be boys.” the old man at the head of the table finally speaks up. “I’m Viserys and you’ve met my beautiful wife, Alicent.” he gestures to her.

“I have in passing.” I nod my head trying to keep the smile on my face. “If I knew I would be meeting you all today I would’ve dressed nicer.” I chuckle.

“You two really look like a couple like this though.” Aemond sneers and I blink at his words taken aback.

“Why do you have to be such a cunt?” Aegon rises from his chair.

“Aegon.” me and his mother say in unison as my hand flies to his arm.

“No, he can apologize.” he stares at Aemond refusing to sit down and Aemond chuckles at him.

“You will apologize to her. I’ve raised you to have more decorum.” Alicent scolds Aemond.

“I’m sorry.” he turns his head back to me with a hint of disgust.

I look him over before turning my head to look at Aegon. I pull him back to his seat and we all sit in an awkward silence. Breakfast is served and we all focus on our plate as if we’ll be tested on it. Talk is scarce and there’s a palpable tension but they act as if this is a normal occurrence. Once my drink is finished Aegon is pulling us up and to his room. I breathe out a sigh of relief once he shuts the door.

“Let’s just go to bed.” I brush his hair back and he looks to me.

“I’m sorry about that.” he furrows his brow.

“Families are complicated.” I nod knowing the feeling.

“Aemond is just mad because no girl wants him. I think you look amazing like this.” he hums capturing my lips.

I fold into him as our tongues lazily dance. There’s no rush to either of our hands as they travel over one another. We walk back to the bed and collapse into the heap of blankets. I kiss the side of his mouth and make my way to his neck. I lick and bite across his neck as his hips buck up into me.

“Ten minutes with my tongue and then we’re going to bed.” I smile at the moan that leaves his lips and I make my way between his legs.

I slowly pull down his sweatpants and his length bobs up against him. I wrap my fingers around him and his breathing immediately deepens. I circle the head with the tip of my tongue and he makes the most delicious sound. I look up and take in his flushed cheeks as he looks down to me biting his lip. I slowly sink down on him and watch his chest begin to heave. His hand brushes my hair away as I start to bob.

“Fucking perfect,” his voice wrecked as I hollow my cheeks.

I hum around him and he lets out a whimper that has me clenching my thighs together. I move faster and his hips begin to twitch. As I relax my throat he groans burying his hand in my hair. My mouth moves with his hips that start jerking. He lets soft moans fall from his lips as he bursts down my throat. I swallow everything down and slowly begin to move my lips off of him. I stop at his tip and offer it more attention before he’s pulling me off of him. I pull his sweatpants back up and make my way to his side.

“Go to bed.” I hum as he rests his head on my chest and I bring my fingers to his hair as he clings to me.

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I slowly start to stir as I hear Aegon mumbling something to me. I pull him closer and he starts kissing my neck. He rolls on top of me and peppers kisses across my face and I start to giggle waking up more. His hair tickles my face as he brings his lips to mine. My hands bury themselves into his soft locks and he groans as I pull.

“Aegon,” I whine as his hand slips beneath my leggings.

“I dream about the sounds you make. Let me hear them, pretty girl.” he circles my bud as whimpers fall from my mouth.

His fingers slide through my wetness and slip into my core. I whine as he slowly pumps into me kissing my neck. My hips grind against his hand willing him to move them faster. He chuckles and curls his fingers which have me pushing my head back into the pillow. His thumb comes up to my bud and moans begin pouring from my mouth.

“Aegon, please,” I whine grinding my hips into his hand.

“You don’t have beg.” he captures my lips once more and starts quickly pumping his fingers into me. My body goes taught as my pleasure washes through me. He continues with his fingers and my legs try to close around his hand. He slowly removes his hand and brings his fingers to his mouth and groans.

“Good morning. Again.” he chuckles looking at my red cheeks.

“Good morning.” I pull him down into another kiss. “Did you get some sleep?” I look to see if the bags under his eyes have lessened any.

“I slept like a baby. Thanks to you and this perfect mouth.” he presses his lips against mine as I smile.

“You don’t look as dead.” I giggle brushing his hair back and squishing his cheeks.

“You could give me a better compliment.” he pouts.

“You are very handsome, Aegon.” I kiss him. “You’re such a good daddy to Sunfyre and you’re very sweet to me.” I hum as he buries his head into my neck. “Are you feeling shy now?” I tease him.

“No.” he whines and I giggle at him.

“You are the best fuck I’ve ever had and I love the noises you make when I suck you off.” I gasp as he starts sucking on my neck.

“Tell me more,” he whispers against my neck as he grinds into me.

“I think your long hair feels amazing when it’s grazing against my thighs.” my voice breathy as I pull on his hair. “And I like how needy you are, I like to feel wanted.” I murmur as he lifts his head up and looks down at me.

“I don’t just want you, I need you.” his voice low as he searches my eyes.

“You have me, I’m not going anywhere.” I shake my head and he leans down and kisses me pouring all of his emotions into my mouth.

“I want to keep you with me forever.” he mumbles against my lips before he rolls off of me. “I’ll be right back.” he kisses me once more before he gets up.

“Where are you going?” I frown.

“To make some calls for our date tomorrow. I said it was going to be grand so now I have to put those grand plans in place.” he chuckles before he kisses me once more.

“Hurry, I already miss you.” I reach my hands out towards him and he smiles with tinted cheeks.

I slowly stretch and climb out of bed. Sunfyre chirps and trails after me as I look around Aegons room. I walk over to his cluttered desk and see the massive amount of cat treats spread across it. I pick up a bag and Sunfyre is screaming at my feet. I toss a few on the ground and he runs after them. I walk past his closet and see he has nice clothes that I would die to see him in. I move over to his dresser that has watches and rings thrown across the top. I pull open the first drawer and yelp as his hands snake around me.

“What’re you looking for, my love?” I turn with pink cheeks as he smirks at me.

“Nothing. I was just looking.” I squeak as he backs me against the dresser.

“What were you hoping to find?” his face comes closer to mine.

“I don’t know like a diary or sex toys or something.” my cheeks heat as he giggles at me.

“Sex toys?” he throws his head back and laughs. “Do you keep yours in your dresser?” he tilts his head.

“No, I keep it in my nightstand.” I look up to him trying to steel myself.

“Let’s go yours. I have to see this.” he laughs as he starts to pull me towards the door.

“The only reason we’re going to mine is because I need to find something to wear for tomorrow.” I roll my eyes allowing him to pull me out of his room.

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“What about this one?” I step out of my closet and look to him sprawled on my bed.

“You’ve looked amazing in everything you’ve come out in.” he groans rolling over.

“If you would just tell me what we’re doing and where we’re going then I wouldn’t have to ask your opinion on everything.” I sigh turning on my heel to go back into my closet.

I’m getting frustrated of trying on all of my clothes and I’m ready to just bring it all with back to his place. I shove different dresses, gowns, pants, and blouses into a duffle and zip it shut. I pull out another duffle and put different shoes in there and I’ll plan accordingly around what he wears tomorrow. I strip out of my current dress and slip on the first night dress my hands grab and walk back out into the room.

“And who said you could rummage through my drawers and smoke my pen?” I stand in the doorway with my hands on my hips.

“I found this before I found your toy.” his eyes roam over my body unashamed. “Come here.” his eyes darken as they make their way up to mine.

“Hm?” I smile walking over to him.

“Did you put this on just to torture me some more?” his hands grab at my waist.

“Maybe.” I smile as he pulls me onto the bed.

“So where is it?” he rolls over opening up my nightstand drawers.

“Aegon,” I groan trying to pull him back to me.

“Here we are.” he turns to me with a wide smile. “Show me how you use it.” he pushes my wand into my hands.

“Can’t you just fuck me instead?” I whine hiding the wand behind my back.

“Maybe after you make yourself come.” he chuckles lowly.

I lay on my back with red cheeks and prop my legs up. My night dress slides up my thighs exposing my core and Aegon moves to watch. I bring my wand to my thighs while letting my eyes fall shut. I tease myself and flick it on and my body jolts at the vibration.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl.” I open them and see him staring at me with low lids.

I bring the vibrating head to my bud and a whimper spills from my lips. He slides lower to watch my movements and looks up to watch me with flushed cheeks. My hips chase my high that is just around the corner. Aegons hands slide up my legs spreading them wider and I cry out. I arch off the bed as I moan feeling my pleasure coil.

“Aegon,” I whine as it starts to become too much. My high slams through me and I pull the toy away from me as my hips buck off the bed.

“I’m gunna use that when I fuck you.” he rasps pulling his sweatpants off along with his shirt.

He pulls my night dress off of me and grabs my breasts. His fingers roll my nipples making my breath catch. He smirks before he dips down and captures one in his mouth. His teeth graze against the peak and I bring my hands to his hair. He groans into me as I pull against his locks. He kisses back up to my mouth and I feel his tip pushing at my entrance.

“Fuck Aegon, please,” I mewl as he slides into me slowly.

My breathing becomes ragged as he continues to pump into me deeply. His hands search around us and he pulls back to look at me. I cry out as I feel the wand come between us and he turns it on. I contract around him as high pitched whimpers cascade from my lips.

“Fuck,” he grunts stilling his hips.

“Please, Aegon I-“ I pulse around him as I come undone.

“I’m not gunna last.” his hair curtains around us as he pants.

Tears form in my eyes as he starts to push into me. The wand is still vibrating against us while both of our body’s buzz with pleasure. His hips fall into mine frantically while I cling onto him. He moves the wand down and my eyes roll back as I explode around him. His forehead falls to mine as he grunts and keeps the wand in its place.

“Aegon, Aegon please,” a sob tears through me as my high keeps ripping through me in waves while I dig into his back as he begins to fill me. He turns it off and collapses practically fully on top of me. I hold on to him as I begin to come down. We both slowly caress each other while trying to calm our breathing.

“When we wake up again we’re going to the sex store before we go home.” he mumbles into my neck pulling my comforter over us.

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I wake up to a dark room and Aegon sleeping across my chest. I brush his hair back and he holds me tighter. He begins to stir and we start to stretch out. He kisses me lazily and I pull him back down with me. We lay there entranced by each other until we’re pulling apart panting.

“Let’s get dressed so we can go home.” he kisses me once more and I smile into his lips as he calls it our home.

“You’re really pushing for me to move in with you.” I chuckle.

“It’s just a sleepover every night but your stuff is in my room.” he pulls me out of bed with him.

“It’s a little more than that.” I kiss him once more before I step into my closet to dress and grab my duffles. “Here, this is a start then.” I toss them at his feet.

“Are you serious? Like you want to move in?” he looks up to me eyes filled with hope.

“These are just clothes for our date tomorrow. We can definitely discuss that though if it goes well.” I hum as he pulls me into a kiss.

“So you seriously like me?” he chews on his lip.

“Aegon,” I roll my eyes at him.

“Do you?” his voice barely a whisper.

“I do. Very much.” I wrap my arms around him. “I’m a little scared of how much I like you.” he searches my eyes as I begin to trail my fingers through his hair.

“How much do you like me?” he looks to me with blown pupils.

“What’s the scale, my love?” I smile at him admiring his beautiful face.

“I don’t know like one through a hundred.” his fingers fidget against me.

“Then probably like 200 or something around there.” his eyes lock to mine.

“Don’t joke about this.” he pulls me against him.

“Fine Aegon, at least 500.” I sigh and his smile widens.

“I’ll begin clearing out my dresser for you when we get home.” he places his lips on mine.

“Make it the closet too.” I smile against his lips.

We dress quickly and he hauls my duffles down to the garage to stuff into his car. As the elevator dings I smile as he walks through twirling me around into a hug. I giggle as he tugs me into the elevator and peppers kisses across my face.

“Someone’s in a very good mood.” I smile at his happiness.

“Why shouldn’t I be? You want to move in with me and we’re going to the sex store.” he grabs at my sides before the doors open.

We get to his car and holds the door open for me. He said he loves my car but the way I can feel his engine purring when we drive has me wishing I had this one. He slips into the drivers seat and smiles at me. His hand finds a home on my thigh before he peels us out of the garage and into the city.

“Put which one you go to into the maps.” he hums handing me his phone.

I sigh as I type in the address and he smiles as he speeds us in that direction. I watch him as he furrows his brows in concentration as he stitches us through traffic. I intertwine our fingers on my thigh as I watch him drive enjoying the sight. He parks us out front in ten minutes and is pulling me out of the car and into the store.

“Where should we look first.” his head swivels around at all of the items before he’s pulling us down an aisle.

“Mm you wanna tie me up?” I look to the different kind of restraints in front of us.

“And maybe you can tie me up too.” his voice low as my cheeks flush. He grabs a pair of restraints and we continue to walk through the aisles. We stop in front of the wall of wands and blink around at all of the options.

“Which one do you want?” I turn to him.

“One similar to yours?” he raises an eyebrow to me. I look around the wall and smile when I find mine. I pick one out and hand it to him as he looks to me with low lids.

“Is there anything else you want tonight?” my voice low and he shakes his head. “If we change our mind we can always come back.” I hum leading us to the register. We get our bag and make it into the car quickly.

The roads have cleared and he gets us back home quickly. He hauls my duffles with him in the elevator and I trial behind him with our plastic bag filled with things that make wetness pool between my thighs. We both brace ourselves for another run in with his mother and sigh in relief when we’re greeted by no one. He tosses my duffles on the floor before shutting the door.

“Welcome home.” he spreads his arms smiling before he dips down to scoop up Sunfyre. I walk over and pet Sunfyre who purrs between us. “Mommy and daddy love you so much.” he coos petting his belly and my heart pangs at his words.

Sunfyre crawls into my arms and I cradle him bringing him to the bed. This genuinely has to be one of the most spoiled cats. Aegon brings over treats as we continue to dote of him as he lounges on the bed. Once he’s had enough he jumps down and Aegons head falls to my lap.

“My turn.” he smiles up at me.

“Your turn to make room for my clothes.” I tug his hair.

“I just want a little bit of attention.” he pouts.

“A little bit of attention to you means at least two hours.” I comb my fingers through his hair anyway.

“That is no where near long enough.” he leans into my touch.

“Aegon go make some room for my clothes and I’ll give you my undivided attention for the rest of the night.” he huffs at my words and gets up. I watch him with a smile as he walks over to his dresser and completely dumps an entire drawer on the ground.

“Aegon,” I jump up from the bed. “You’re so dramatic.” I start to pick up his mess.

“No,” he whines. “Just leave it.” he turns to me and pouts.

“Aegon,” I look to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Y/n,” his eyes bore into mine. “I just wanna tie you up and fuck you, not clean my room.” he sighs dramatically and it takes all of my resolve not to drag him to the bed with me.

“I want that too,” he stalks over to me. “but I also want my clothes to be put away.” he turns around and picks up his clothes dumping them haphazardly into a different drawer. He walks over to the closet and pulls down hoodies from hangers and sets them on his desk chair.

“Will this do for now?” he turns to me and I nod smiling.

I start to put my clothes away in the drawer and begin to hang up some of my dresses that I brought with. I bite my lip to stifle my laughter at his loud sighs from the bed. I hear him pulling things out of our bag and smile in anticipation. I unzip the duffle carrying my shoes and begin to line them up along the wall.

“No, you said nothing about shoes.” I squeak as he hauls me up from the ground and pulls me over to the bed. He makes quick work of clothes and is pushing me back into the center of his bed. He crawls over me and puts my hands above my head. I squirm as he tightens the fabric around my wrists and pulls to make sure it’s secure. His eyes roam over my body and I squeeze my legs shut as I think about what’s to come.

“This was the best idea.” he licks his lips looking at me at his mercy. “I could keep you in this bed as long as I want.” I whimper at his words.

I see him pull the wand from beside him and I allow my legs to open slightly. He flicks it on and trails it up my legs pushing them open. A wrecked cry leaves my lips as he brushes it over my bud but continues up my body. He trails it over my nipples and I pull against the fabric wishing I could touch him. He chuckles before bringing it back down on my bud and turning up the speed.

“Aegon,” I moan his name as he watches me grind against the wand.

He leans down and watches the wand pull pleasure from me. He holds my legs open while watching my face as he starts to circle the wand around me. A shiver trails through me and I explode clenching around nothing. He leaves the wand where it is and watches as I continue to buck my hips. I pull against the restraints again as they bite into my wrists.

“This is for making me clean my room.” his words hushed as he turns it up another setting.

“Fuck, please, yes,” tears prick at my eyes as I feel my high coiling.

“Yeah does that feel good?” he hums as he slides the head through my wetness as I try to close my legs. “Keep them open or I’ll tie them apart.” my legs shake at his words as he presses the head against my bud again.

My chest is heaving as my pleasure rocks through my body once more. He tosses the wand to the side of the bed and replaces it with his mouth. The second his tongue laps against me I’m grinding against his face. He hums into me and slams his fingers into me as I become a moaning mess.

“Aegon, I-“ my eyes roll back as I feel myself burst against his mouth and he rises with a wet face. He licks his lips standing up and taking off his clothes. I watch him with low lids and an immense desire to touch him.

“I wanna touch you, please Aegon please,” I beg him as he crawls back over me.

“Maybe later.” he smiles against my lips as he slips in.

I arch up into him as he begins to rut into me. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer as I contract around him. He kisses down to my neck and bites down as I cry out. My eyes close as I focus on my pleasure and he kisses me to swallow my sounds as he brings the wand between us.

“This was such a good idea, pretty girl.” he grunts as the vibrations send me over the edge.

He continues to pound into me and I’m only capable of whimpering as I feel like I’m in a continuous high. I feel his hips begin to falter and the wand move down to a new angle. I begin to pulse around him as I feel him twitch inside of me filling me. He stays inside resting on top of me as we come down.

“Untie me,” I whine pulling against the restraints once more. His hand trails up and quickly releases me and my hands roam all over him.

“Better?” he smiles into my chest.

“Much.” I feel my eyes start to droop as my hands make their way to his soft locks.

“Get some rest we have a busy day tomorrow.” he hums against me pulling me close as I brush through his hair until sleep claims me.

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i fear im attached to this miniseries heavily

Part 3

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diorgirl444 · 4 months ago

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From one matt dilly girl to another...🤨

cowboy!dallas how do we feel

Like full on texan accent omggg- 🤭🤭

you get it oh my godddddd. maybe bcs i’m english but this is so mouthwatering to me i can’t even lie to you!!! so much that i’ve written a few cutesy lil hcs for it xxx

cowboy! dallas winston x farmer’s daughter! reader

warnings: bad writing! (girlies i’ve never kissed anyone or flirted so my expression only comes from writing fanfiction so it may not be the most realistic i’m afraid), fem! reader, very self indulgent, unspecified time period. poor understanding of american history i’m english please go easy on me, idk how many words <3

• okay so i see your cowboy! dallas winston and i raise you runaway outlaw! dallas winston posing as a farmhand on reader’s family farm

• i’m thinking he’s an outlaw because after getting in a fight with his alcoholic father he ran away with their horse and in order to survive he stole from carriages and things. a regular billy the kid you know?

• except it’s not easy for a seventeen year old out on his lonesome on all that land and with the law looking for you. but he has no choice so he keeps running till he reaches a farm far, far out west. that night he is so, so tired that he hides in their barn planning to wake up early so he doesn’t get caught.

• but he hasn’t been able to sleep properly in days so he fully crashes. he wakes up that morning with a girl leaning over him pressing her cool hand to his forehead, the sunlight from the open barn makes her hair like a halo and she’s in a beautiful white nightdress and so he briefly wonders if he’s died and she’s one of heavens angels.

• the allusion shatters when she’s realised he’s woken and she calls “daddy he’s alive!” and then his eyes widen and he realises there’s a whole family crowded around him. he excepts to be shouted, to be threatened maybe even hit but instead the wrinkled old man who he assumes is the father of the house says in a gruff but not unkind voice “you got a place to stay son?”

• dallas is vaguely aware that he doesn’t know these people that they could report him to their nearest sheriff or worse eat him or something gruesome like that. but something about the apple cheeked girl, the twin little boys in mismatched plaid and the kind eyes in the wrinkled faces of the parents has him feeling at ease and so he admits “no sir”

• the mother nudges her husband who nods before speaking “well sonny you’re in luck. i’m in need of a farmhand. can’t pay ya but i can offer ya food and board for you and that horse of yours. does that sound like a deal boy?” dallas nods, hardly believing his luck.

• the girl smiles widely and softly whispers to him “i told daddy we should keep you” he decides not to tell her that she could keep him forever if she wanted. maybe it’s a bit early for that yet.

• he falls into a routine pretty quickly at the farm. he does all the hard labour that the father of the house is too old to do now like cutting firewood or rounding the cattle up. he always catches sight of the girl picking fresh fruit and prancing around the farm in her cute little cowboy boots and his heart aches.

• what he doesn’t know is the parents have noticed the way him and their daughter look at each other or ankles press together under the table so they’re always trying little things to get them together. like sending her out to give him glasses of sweet iced tea or getting him to ride their horses with her.

• it finally happens though late one hot august evening. the farm is lazy for a change with most people napping trying to beat the heat. she’s eating cherries and staining lips and hands on the porch swing whilst intently a very sweaty shirtless dallas work on the farm.

• he catches her looking and grins saying “you know what they say about cherry stems?” she shakes her head, batting her lashes at him absentmindedly and he seems to grin even wider.

• “well if you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. means you’re a good kisser” his honeyed southern tone drawls out.

• almost in a trance she hands him a cherry stem and flushes bright red when he cockily sticks his tongue out flashing the knotted up cherry stem. “my turn” she tells him trying to distract herself from the growing butterflies in her stomach.

• “nah doll i got another way to check for you” before she can ask what is, he’s leaning over the porch railings and kissing her. she eagerly kissed him back letting her cherry stained fingers grab onto his hair and he’s groaning slightly against his lips. they probably would of gone further has it not been for the cough behind them.

• they awkwardly pull away, her with red cheeks and dallas with red ears and they meet her fathers gaze “happy to see you two finally pulled it together but if you’re gonna act like dogs in heat do that where the lord can’t see you, hm kids?” he gives them a knowing smile as he walks off.

• and well they listen to him and disappear off the barn hand in hand just as they one day will leave the local chapel dressed in white….

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kooktrash · 1 year ago

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WHAT DID U GUYS DO ON UR DATE ON MONDAYY 🥺🥺🥺

seven dates in one day

2.2k words. straight fluff and nothing else. they’re literally so whipped and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since they 🤭🤭 for the first time. idk I wanted to do a drabble bc i felt like they needed a whole part of their first date since it became official that y/n liked him too

READ THE ONESHOT HERE

There was something about waking up after a good night’s sleep that drove you absolutely insane. The need to just stay in bed and try to fall back asleep was strong and as your eyes fluttered open to the bright sun beaming down on your face, all you wanted to do was hide under the navy blue comforter. You turned on your side, tempted to do just that and fall back asleep but a small scream left your lips.

“Morning,” Jungkook was laying on his side, eyes wide open with that little sparkle in the iris as he watched your attempt to wake up with a smile on his face like he didn’t just scare you half to death. You released a small groan pulling the comforter up to your chin, “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes, did you know you snore?” Jungkook asked and before you knew it he was mimicking what you could only assume was you snoring. You shot a hand up to cover his mouth and he just laughed, “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you mumbled as you turned on your back, “I’m tired, what time did we go to sleep last night?”

“I don’t know, 3am?” Jungkook said he moved to sit up, “But I’m not letting you sleep our whole day away.”

You released a groan, “Jungkook, I’m tir—hey!”

You don’t know how he did it but he managed to pick you up with ease, comforter and all, carrying you out of the room, “Put me down, we have all day.”

“It’s already ten,” Jungkook said, “Don’t you want to get ready?”

“For?”

Jungkook gasped loudly, “Our date? I’ve got the whole day figured out, I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

You released a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes as he sat you down on his couch and you wrapped yourself in the comforter like it was a cocoon of warmth. Jungkook looked at you with hearts in his eyes as he combed his hair out of his face, “We’ll go get brunch and that’ll wake you up.”

Jungkook didn’t plan on wasting any more time away from you than needed so when he dropped you off at your place, he hurried back home to shower and get dressed before running a couple red lights to go to you again. By the time he got to your place you were just getting out of the shower so like the ever so patient guy he is, he sat on your couch and waited anxiously.

“Ready?” You asked about coming out in a pretty black dress that showed off the majority of your tattoos and on Jungkook’s way to stand up, his knee hit your coffee table and knocked over an unlit Lana Del Rey candle with her face as Jesus, “My candle!”

Jungkook fixed her back in place and with a cheeky grin he walked over to you at the door, “My mistake, I need to show her more respect.”

“Obviously.”

The first start on this ‘seven course date’ was at a sma brunch cafe. You stared at everything on the menu with a small pout trying to see what you might like. Jungkook looked at you with a smile, “Are you ready to order?”

“No,” you said even as the waitress stood there waiting, with a sigh you looked back at him, “Order something for me.”

You listened in on the way he ordered everything and you were surprised that he ordered something you might like. The waitress looked at him with a slight blush in her cheeks whenever he looked back at her and you just watched her bite her lip and soften her voice to sound a bit more feminine.

Jungkook even made sure to ask for a specific ingredient in your order to not be put in, proudly explaining that you don’t like it so hold off on it and yet she just looked at him adoringly. You could tell right away that she found him attractive and though part of you expected that — because just look at him — you felt a little bothered considering you were sitting right there. You shifted your gaze down to the menu and just as you were beginning to tune them out, you felt the tip of his black combat boot against your foot. You played back, your foot bumping into his and you could see the way his smile widened when you both thanked the server as she left with your orders.

“How’d you know what I don’t like?” You asked in regards to the way he asked for certain things off your plate. Jungkook shrugged, “I’ve snooped through your lunches at work before.”

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes even if you smiled, your feet never stopping their game of footsies, “Wow, you really are obsessed with me.”

Jungkook just nodded proudly with a smile, “Obviously, not like I kept it a secret.”

The second course of your date was a simple walk in the park to walk off the abundance of food the two of you ate. He made you hold hands the entire way down the Han River, swinging them back and forth to the point where yours had grown clammy and you were whining, “Yah, my hand is sweating.”

“Yum,” Jungkook kissed your knuckle, never letting go and once again you rolled your eyes making him smile, “You know, every time you roll those pretty eyes at me, I just want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you stopped, “You’re so weird, you know that? Cringey.”

Jungkook pulled you into him by the same hand until your front was pressed against his and you took the lead, leaning on your tip toes and kissed him. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you as you mumbled through kisses, “It’s cute.”

He pulled away, hand to his chest as he faced the River like he was the male lead in some kdrama, “My heart. I’m not used to you or anyone for that matter calling me cute, keep it coming.”

“Well, you only get one compliment per hour,” you joked as you began walking away again, “You get weird when I give you too many.”

“You owe me at least seven of them,” Jungkook said following after you, nearly tripping over his own feet, “For being hot and cold with me all last week.”

The third part of your date was simple, Jungkook wanted to take those corny couple photo shoots at this small studio nearby. He made you wear bear ears and you put a bunny ear headband on him as you squeezed into a photobooth.

In the first picture it was just you two smiling.

In the second, Jungkook was pulling the ears down toward his eyes while you kiss his cheek.

In the third the two of you missed the timer cause he was having a staring contest with you and you refused to back down.

In the fourth, he was kissing you with his eyes closed holding your face in his hands.

The fourth part of your date was an extremely late lunch. This time you ordered food and he excitedly gobbled it all down dramatically saying, “You’ve never bought me food before, I think I’m gonna cry.”

To which you said, “Why are you so dramatic?”

In truth by the time Jungkook had taken you to your fifth destination, you were beyond exhausted. It wasn’t hard or anything, just a short trip to an illusion museum but the amount of times Jungkook stopped, made you pose, and took a dozen pictures of you was tiring.

“How many more?” You asked as he made you pose with your hands under your chin like you were a blooming flower while he snapped away.

“One more, I swear, now say ‘Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world’.”

With a roll of your eyes and a smile on your face, you said, “Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world.”

You finally unposed as he looked down at his phone and about two seconds later you could hear your voice speaking back to you in a video and you gasped, “You said it was a picture!”

“I lied,” Jungkook held his phone away from you, “Next time you’re mean or try to ignore me, I’m gonna play this video for you.”

“Shut up, you like when I’m mean to you.”

“Yeah it turns me on, lowkey.”

The sixth part of the date was short, you went to a small restaurant for hot pot and Soju and he insisted on feeding you every now and then even if you absolutely hated it. He was king of PDA and you were queen of ‘please not in public’.

The seventh and final part was a trip to a stationary store. Jungkook could tell you were tired and probably tired of him already but he just couldn’t contain himself. It’s no secret you were the black cat to his golden retriever energy and he didn’t want the night to end. He loved annoying you because deep down he knew you liked it and he was intent on making you think about him just as much as he thinks about you.

You surprised him in the store when you said, “Let’s pick something out for each other, a secret surprise.”

He spent about thirty minutes debating between two things. One, a sketchbook with a pretty floral cover and two, a candle with a scent that reminded him of himself that he just had to get you with the excuse that maybe it would make you think about him every time you lit it. In the end he ended up buying both — and a matching gel ink pen set that he had seen you eye when you first got here. When he was done he went in search for you and found you at the register getting whatever you got him wrapped up and put in a gift bag.

“Hey!” You squealed as you felt him looming over your shoulder, “Stop peaking, you cheater.”

“I wasn’t!” Jungkook said, backing away, “I was just you know… trying to get a look?”

“Yeah, and that’s peaking, you himbo,” you said, thanking the clerk and heading toward the door, “Now we’re not opening it till we get to my place.”

“Wait, you want me to come over?” Jungkook asked walking you to his car, “Yay.”

…

“Okay, okay let’s open them already!” Jungkook groaned as the two of you sat on the floor in your living room with some rom com playing in the background. You got your gift bag handing it to him and the guy tore into it like it was Christmas morning.

“Alright well I guess we can’t reuse the gif—“

“Oh my god,” Jungkook gasped loudly, “Oh my god!”

You felt your cheeks redden as you looked at all the things he got you, suddenly feeling bad that you only got him one thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Sorry, I should’ve gotten you something better. We can go back an—what are you doing?”

Jungkook was snapping pictures of what you had gotten him. It wasn’t anything crazy, it was a pretty picture frame with a picture printed from earlier today. You put one of the pictures from the photo studio inside, it was one where you were looking at Jungkook while he tried to fix his hair, not even noticing that you had that look in your eyes that he always had when he looked at you.

Jungkook turned it over and on the back the words, ‘Seven first dates in a day’ and the date written in your handwriting.

“Give me a second, I think I’m gonna cry,” Jungkook said and you made a pout. This big, buff, dressed all in black, guy looked damn near close to tears.

“Why?” You asked scooting closer to him, “I promise I’ll get you something else, I thought we were only doing one thing. I know it’s kinda stupid but I figured it was a nice memory after everythin—“

“Shut up,” Jungkook said as he looked away from you, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

You laughed nervously, “Jungkook, I—“

“I’m just not used to you being so sweet,” he cleared his throat, running his thumb over the glass of the frame over you, “I don’t know, I guess I thought that I was still being a pain in the ass and—wait, Y/n, why are you crying? Did I make you cry?”

You hid your face in your hands, full on sobbing, “I was so mean to you a—and you were always so nice but I just wouldn’t let myself believe that you liked me and—why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying!” Jungkook cried. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay let’s stop crying, it’s kinda dramatic.”

“Okay,” he sniffles, “But I was never mad at you for it. I think you blowing me off so much is what made me like you more, you made me want to prove to you that I really wanted to be with you.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Okay, no need to get emotional, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I liked you too.”

“I know,” Jungkook moved your hair out of your face, “That’s why I didn’t give up. I knew you wrote scared to like me but I get it, I am really hot and it’s intimidating.”

You rolled your eyes laughing a bit, clearly knowing he was trying to make you feel better and it was working.

::.

okay we have sweet, clumsy himbo jk but imagine when he gets jealous for the first time? 🤭

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year ago

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 14: 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽

Me when- when the- when-

I love them, your honor.

I wanna go to Waffle House.

WOOHOO WELCOME TO TKTOBER IN NOVEMBER GUYS LETS SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO GET THEM DONE

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff bc you helped me ❤️❤️❤️

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

The life of a forest ranger is never dull, and boy is the stress never-ending. It’s almost impossible for Tighnari to come back to his hut unscathed and unaffected by the day. This day in particular, he actually managed to cheat death!

Except, now he can’t sleep.

There’s zero work to be done, the hut is clean, his clothes are hanging to dry, Collei is completely taken care off, dinner has been cooked and dishes washed, workspace tidy, floor clean, nothing.

His mind raced through what could possibly be the issue, but he’s yet to find one.

Sighing, he threw his hands over his eyes before standing up and sliding on his slippers. He gently trudged past Collei, stepping outside for a moment.

The fennec shivered a bit as he draped a cardigan around himself. He glided to the hill near his hut and stood quietly, arms crossed. A chuckle broke him from his trance.

“You look like a wife waiting for her husband to return from the war.”

Tighnari gasped, summoning his bow in that moment. He groaned out a sigh of relief, letting his shoulders slump down and putting up his weapon. “Nice to see you too, Cyno. You spying on me?” he grumbled.

“Hey, I was here first; you were too busy being a war wife to notice me sitting here… Hey, great reaction time by the way.”

“Ugh, you’re such a- nevermind…“ the dendro user was far too exhausted to even argue, instead opting to lay down next to his dear friend and place his arms behind his head.

The general turned to look at him fondly, a small smile gracing his features. “So, what brings you here?”

“I just can’t seem to fall asleep. All of my work is done, but I just don’t feel the need to rest,” Tighnari replied in exasperation, resting his hands on his eyes.

“Do you want relief, or someone to just let you feel your feelings?” the white-haired man hummed.

“I want to say both, but I just want to get to sleep…” the bow user murmured.

“Alright, come here.”

Cyno reached out to the man next to him, waiting for him to react. Tighnari opted to grab onto Cyno’s hand, eliciting a chuckle from the latter. “What?” he grumbled.

“I was offering for you to lay on me, but this works too.”

“Oh…” the fennec hummed, scooting closer and draping atop of his friend. “Oh, yeah… this does feel nice.”

The general grinned and brought a hand up to gently card his finger’s through the black and green mess of hair in front of his eyes. He gently raked his nails down Tighnari’s head.

Tighnari’s eyes fluttered shut and his head lolled to rest on Cyno’s chest. A pleasant sigh escaped his mouth as he fully relaxed.

“See, you are tired; your mind is just completely overstimulated right now, so it’s keeping you awake,” Cyno replied in a low voice, bringing his hands up to scratch at the bow user’s ears.

Breathy giggles suddenly escaped the other male.

“Oh? Come on now, don’t tell me you’re ticklish here too?”

“Yohohohoure suhuhuch ahaha buhuhully,” the fennec whimpered, unmoving.

Cyno smiled fondly at Tighnari’s sweet giggles, caressing his ears with ticklish touches. His other arm wrapped securely around the latter’s waist. “Gasp, I’m no bully,” he deadpanned, “I would never. After how nice I was to help you…”

“Cynohohoho. Yohohouhuhure- pfffahaha-“

“I’m what? I’ve never heard of that adjective before. Have you and Alhaitham been hanging out without me?”

Tighnari groaned through his giggles as he lay still on Cyno’s torso.

The general’s heart skipped a beat when the fennec weakly reached for his hand, hoping to stop the ticklish scratches. “Aht aht, I’m trying to help you sleep.”

“Nohohoho- yohohou’re tihihickling mehehe.”

“Tickling you? No… if I was trying to tickle you, I would’ve gone for your feet.” A wider smile tugged at his lips as he felt Tighnari instinctively cross his ankles to protect the sensitive spot.

The hand on the exhausted male’s waist poked and prodded ever so gently, tracing light circles over the forest ranger’s back and sides. Sleepy giggles emitted from him as his eyes continued to open and flutter closed. “Cynohohoho.”

“Mmm?”

“Thahahahanks.”

The general ceased all movement, wondering what Tighnari could’ve meant. He called his name; no response was given. When he tried again, he realized that the forest ranger had finally fallen asleep.

As carefully as he could, Cyno guided the latter into his arms, letting his head rest against his chest.

Their walk back to his hut was silent, but it was a long one. A million thoughts were in his head, yet Cyno said no words.

When he returned and entered the humble home, he was greeted by a bleary-eyed Collei getting some water. He pursed his lips and shushed her gently, resulting in a smile and a nod from the girl.

Laying the man down feet first—he remembered Tighnari saying that it worked on babies, so maybe it’ll work on people— and gently caressing his cheek, the general bid him farewell.

A hand grabbed his wrist as he turned around. “stay.”

Cyno exhaled fondly, settling down and taking Tighnari in his arms. Tighnari cuddled close to him and smiled in satisfaction; Cyno had to take a moment to keep himself from blushing too hard, then planted a small kiss on the ranger’s forehead.

—

BONUS:

Later on, Collei returned to the kitchen for some more water. On the way in, she noticed a bigger mess of blankets on her master’s bed.

Curiously, she opened the cracked door and laughed to herself. Retreating quickly, she grabbed her Kamera from her nightstand and took a quick photo. After securing the device and photos, she happily snuggled between the two, smiling in safety.

Her family…

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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dontsh0vethesun · 2 years ago

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here to help

masterlist

any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18

larissa weems x reader

18+ : smut; age gap, teacher/student, office sex, fingering, hints at corruption kink, mommy kink, praise

a/n : this is my first wednesday fic so it’s not that great, trying to get an idea of how to write for this fandom idk but there’ll be more bc she has me on my knees and so does jenna ortega

Your tentative knock on the office door was answered with a ‘come in’, British accent soft from the other side and her smile greeted you as soon as you opened it.

“Ah, Y/N, take a seat.”

“What’s this about, Principal Weems?” You asked and the gentle smile she looked at you with from behind her desk showed she sensed your apprehension.

“Nothing to be nervous about.” She reassured. “I’ve heard you’ve been having some issues lately - slipping grades and a few late attendances.”

“I’m sorry, Principal Weems. I’ll try and do better.”

“We’re just concerned, you’re not in any trouble. You’re an exceptional student of Nevermore University, we’d hate for you to fall behind when we could help.”

“Oh, well I suppose I’ve been a little overwhelmed lately. I don’t know what happened, I just fell behind in my studies and then stayed up late trying to fix it and then I started being late and tired and now I’m falling even further behind and my grades are-”

“Okay, breathe.” She interrupted you gently and you hadn’t even noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, weeks of bubbling overwhelm spilling over. “We’re here to help, okay? Don’t cry, come here.”

You stepped over to the other side of her desk with a sniffle and even with her sitting in her chair you could tell how tall she is, being so close to her also didn’t do much to lessen the crush you’ve been harbouring on her for a while.

Her hands were cool against your warm cheeks when she cupped them, thumbs wiping over your tears.

“It’s okay, we’ll work it out, hm?” Larissa cooed, shocking you with a kiss to your teary cheeks, pecking away the salty drops with soft lips. You’d never seen her eyes up close, how perfect and blue they are and how they look into yours with such kindness.

You must have had a major brain short circuit because you let your nose brush against her cheek, your breath on her lips before you closed the space. What you expected to be a push away or a stern word on boundaries was actually a reciprocation. Her lips pressed back into yours, kissing you firmly with the taste of chamomile tea on her tongue when she swiped it across your bottom lip.

The kiss deepened in a way you could’ve only dreamed of with her tongue licking into your mouth and her teeth grazing your lip while her hands held onto your waist; you were stuck in a trance of one another as she guided you backwards until you were sitting atop her neatly sorted desk and her hands planted themselves either side of you where she leant over.

Your hand found the back of her neck, fiddling with the loose stray hairs that were softer than you’d imagined while hers crept up the side of your waist, brushing against the bare skin beneath your shirt in a way that made you shiver. The sigh you let out into her mouth made her smirk against you before she pulled away breathlessly, continuing with a trail of kisses over your cheek, along your jaw and your neck.

You held onto her tighter when she sank her teeth into the pulsepoint of your neck, sucking at your skin harshly enough to leave a mark behind, soothing it with a lick of her tongue against you that felt like heaven.

“Such a precious young thing.” She cooed beside your ear as her fingers pulled open the button of your trousers, lifting your shirt over your head before musingly stroking her hands over your exposed skin. You avoided her gaze as she stared over your body, shrinking away in your vulnerable state but she took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, nudging your head upwards to face her. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, holding the material of her blazer as she smiled down at you and she let you push it past her shoulders until the smooth skin of her arms was beneath your touch instead.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I lay my eyes on you. Such an innocent thing you are, a pure white dove for mommy to take as her own.” She uttered with her lips brushing over yours, your head span at her words and she huffed a laugh at how you pulled her ever closer by her hips.

Strong hands pulled your trousers down your legs and darkened lusting eyes devoured your form, exposed and at her will. You so desperately wanted to touch her, hands itching at the thought of how every inch of her body would feel under your fingertips and as though she’d read your thoughts broke the heated silence.

“Let me take care of you today, I’m sure we could find time for you to repay the favour.” She breathed with a wink. “D’you want me, darling?”

“Yes, mommy, I need you.” You whined, unaware you could sound so pathetic but with her hands squeezing your bare thighs and her body so close that you could feel the radiating warmth, you were putty in her hands. Pliable and completely at Larissa Weem’s mercy.

You shivered at the soft scratching of her nails along your flesh as they scraped up your thighs, teasing you with her touch nearing where you needed it most as her lips claimed yours again with all the passion you could handle. You sighed into her mouth with the feeling of her fingers sliding through your folds, feeling how wet she’d made you earned you a low moan at the back of her throat. It only made her hungrier.

Her long fingers pushed into your pussy easily with a curl that nudged at your sweet spot and the thumb that drew circles over your clit made your hips buck into her hand in a desperate chase for the perfect feeling.

The way you felt around her fingers made her groan against your chest where her smeared lipstick lips kissed your skin and her teeth grazed against you. She could hear how wet you were with each thrust of her digits into your cunt, she revelled in the choked moans tumbling past your lips and the way you grabbed onto her shoulders for any semblance of grounding whilst she fucked you on her desk.

Your breath was hot against her neck where she let you scatter sloppy kisses through laboured breathing, you could smell her sandalwood and rose perfume and the gentle coconut shampoo you didn’t know she used until now. Your senses were all consumed by her, you were entirely enraptured by her, caught in her trap and you never want to be set free.

The coil in your belly tightened and tightened, your brows furrowed with your bottom lip clasped between your teeth at any attempt at keeping quiet and your nails dug into her upper arms. Larissa felt your pussy clenching around her fingers as your orgasm crept up on you and you buried your face in the crook of her neck as you came with a moan, hips moving on instinct to drag out your high as much as you could with your head reeling blissfully.

“That’s it sweetheart.” She spoke, drunk on the sight of you cumming onto her fingers, dripping down to her knuckles.

You watched in a daze as she pulled away from you with her svelte fingers glistening in the light with your slick coating them, dragging her tongue along them seductively with a hum, sucking them clean of any remnants of you she could find.

“Mm, forbidden fruit is much more sweet.” She murmured with a voice coated in a lusting rasp, kissing you so you could taste yourself on her tongue.

She was tender when she helped you dress yourself, a soft and gentle touch to make you look presentable just in time for a knock to sound at the door and Ms Thornhill’s head to poke round.

“Thank you, Principal Weems.” You smiled sheepishly.

“Any time.” She responded with a look only the pair of you could ever understand. “And remember, I’m here to help. Come to me anytime if you’re feeling stressed and don’t forget our appointment tomorrow afternoon.”

Your face was hot as you walked through the halls to your room but you were counting down the minutes until you were in her office again.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x fem!reader #principal weems #wednesday netflix #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #fanfiction #wednesday fanfic

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circus4apsycho8 · 1 year ago

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haunted house. | kai & reader

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟻/𝟽 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜' 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 (𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 + 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝).

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗-𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎

This always happens.

First, a frustrated sigh escapes you as you try to shift in your bed, everything feeling off. Certainly not suited for sleep, much to your dismay.

“And to think, I was about passed out on the couch,” you mumble, rolling your eyes as you lay there. Maybe if you stay still, you’ll get tired?

The answer to the question is never revealed, though, because moments later your phone screen lights up. You turn towards it, gently tugging the charger out before checking it.

Kai: hey want to go out tonight?

Kai: lloyd and i were gonna go to a haunted house tonight, but he got sick last minute and everyone else is busy

Kai: (i think hes faking it bc hes scared tho lol)

Kai: i already bought tickets so if u wanna come its covered

Kai: i know its kinda late tho so no worries if u cant

A haunted house?! What better way to get spooky on such a wonderful fall night? You shoot upright, stumbling to get out of bed as you respond:

You: I’m in!! Thank you :))))

Kai: np, ill be there in 20

With that, you start changing, thoughts drifting to the thoughts of what nightmares the haunted house could behold. It’s a bummer that more of your friends can’t attend, but you’re still excited to at least go with Kai.

Besides, you haven’t hung out with the Ninja of Fire lately, and you find yourself missing his hotheaded nature sometimes.

Soon enough, you’re waiting by your door anxiously, belongings clutched in your hands. When a brisk knock emanates from your door, you force yourself to wait a few moments before opening it. Can’t seem too eager, right?

“Hey!” Kai greets, grinning at you as you smile back at his. His brown hair is spiked, but a bit messier than usual, and he’s dressed in civilian clothing: a long-sleeved red shirt and dark jeans to match.

“Hi!” you repeat, stepping out of your apartment before locking the door. Once that’s done, you take a moment to give Kai a quick hug. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, it has been,” he agrees, gently returning the embrace as you inhale the scent of his cologne. “I brought my bike. I hope that’s okay.”

“Works for me!” you chirp, following him down the stairs. “Which one are we going to?”

“It’s called Ninjago Nightmare Manor. They’re hosting it inside of an abandoned building this year to really add to the mood.”

“That sounds so cool!” you reply, the two of you making it outside. The chilly night air embraces you as Kai hands you a red helmet. The article matches his red bike, complete with a cheesy flame design on it.

You snort upon seeing it, glancing at Kai as you decide to mess with him: “I bet you get all the girls with that flame on your bike.”

Kai raises an eyebrow at you, picking up his own helmet. “Wow. Bullying me already?”

“Do you expect anything less of me?” you retort as he straddles the bike, swiping up the kickstand with his heel.

“Just stop talking and get on the bike,” he says, settling his hands on the bars as the engine whirs to life. You just giggle and climb on behind him, making sure you flick the visor down before gaining a strong grip around his waist.

“Ready?” he calls, glancing back towards you.

“Yeah!” you say, pressing your head against his shoulder so you can have a good view of the street.

With that, Kai takes off. You sigh in relief as you watch the dark street pass in a blur, ears filled with the sound of the wind and engine as Kai expertly steers the motorcycle.

Chills seep through the fabric of your shirt, beckoning a bunch of goosebumps to form on your skin. Kai’s body heat is enough to keep you from completely freezing, though.

A few minutes pass as he steers through the empty streets of Ninjago City, eventually leaving the city and speeding down an old, gravel road. You notice an old building approaching along the side of the road situated next to a makeshift parking lot made on the grass.

Kai turns into the lot, finding a suitable spot before shutting the motorcycle off. You sport an exhilarated grin as Kai steps off, taking a second to unstrap your helmet before pulling it off.

The Master of Fire takes both of your helmets, setting them on his spot before holding his hand out to you. You take it, allowing him to help you off.

You can’t help but feel a bit shaky after the experience. “That was fun!”

“Woah, you okay?” he questions after seeing you wobble a little bit.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” you say, steadying yourself with his hand before releasing it. “Okay, let’s go!”

“Looks like the line isn’t terribly long,” Kai notes as the two of you head towards a small tent containing two folding tables, where a few employees are seated behind laptops. “I guess we got here at a good time.”

You take a second to observe the building. The windows are decorated with bloody handprints, foggy glass, and other Halloween-themed decorations. A few of the staff members mill about the front, most of them in costumes.

“They nailed the vibe,” you comment as Kai turns to look at the building. “And whoever decided to host it here deserves a raise.”

“I wonder if it’ll be scarier than last year,” Kai adds, the two of you getting in line behind another couple.

“I hope so. They always get super creative with their characters!” you add, studying some of the costumes that are present at the entrance. You already see someone dressed up as Michael Myers holding a metal detector at the entrance.

A few moments later, the couple at the ticket table leaves, leaving you and Kai to step up to the table.

“Hey guys. Got your tickets, or need to buy ‘em?” greets the employee, smiling tiredly up to the two of you.

“I’ve got them right here,” Kai answers, fishing the tickets out of his pocket before handing them over.

The employee takes them, stashing them in a box before holding a stamp up. “Perfect, let me just stamp the back of your hands really quick.”

She does Kai’s first, then yours as you offer your hand. Once done, you pull it back to see a cutesy, green skull that glows in the dark.

“Alright, and you guys can just wait over there while we gather the next party to enter. An employee will be with you once there’s enough people.”

“Cool, thank you!” you say as the two of you make your way towards a small clearing with a bunch of folding chairs set up. About seven other people are milling about, all associating in their own little groups or pairs.

It isn’t until a group of three joins that an employee comes over, briefly going over the rules before guiding the ten of you over to the entrance, where Michael Myers scans for metal before allowing you all inside.

Already, you can see a faux fog and bright colors contrasting against the dark setting. Cobwebs and spiders line the hall, leading to the line area where two women are waiting. They’re dressed as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, both chatting quietly amongst themselves.

You and Kai make your way up to the front, watching as the two women silently check to see that everyone’s hands are stamped. Once they’re done, they instruct you all to watch the video depicting the rules displayed on the TV above their counter.

As you watch, though, you can’t help but notice that the Harley Quinn dressed employee is standing a little too close for comfort and is staring right at you. Knowing it’s part of the act, you do your best to ignore it with a small smile on your face as the video continues.

Once it ends, she asks: “Do you like Christmas?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Not as great as Halloween, though,” you reply, watching as her stare narrows into a frown, still looking at you.

A few painfully long seconds later, she moves to Kai next, doing the same thing. “How ‘bout you? Do you like Christmas?”

“Yeah,” Kai replies as she steps a little too close to him.

“Good,” she comments, staring at him for a few more seconds. “I like Christmas too.”

“Cool...” Kai trails off, clearly not knowing what else to say.

She goes to make the other guests uncomfortable, leaving you and Kai to chat quietly amongst yourselves while you both wait. Fortunately, the woman dressed as Poison Ivy steps over to open the door soon after, gesturing for you all to enter.

With that, you and Kai send excited glances at each other before entering.

At first, you’re walking through a dim room lit with stereotypical haunted house candles on one side of the wall. It soon transitions into a wider room, barely lit by blue and purple lights. Located here is a woman dressed up as a bloodied doll, the room themed like a children’s room and lined with creepy dolls. Some of their eyes are either missing or replaced with buttons.

“Stay and play with us !” the woman calls, holding one of the dolls up to her face. “We won’t bite!”

“I hate dolls like this,” Kai mutters. “Reminds me of one of Nya’s old toys. It always creeped me out when I was a kid.”

You chuckle, shrugging in response. “C’mon, it’s not that bad!”

The hallway narrows, guiding the two of you into something resembling a psychotic doctor’s office. Sure enough, a large man dressed as a dentist is inside, holding a pair of tongs baring a tooth.

He approaches you, eyeing you with an unsettling expression as he taps the tongs together a few times. “Your teeth are pretty... I want them...”

“How about mine?” Kai questions.

“Yours are stinky,” replies the dentist without missing a beat.

“What?” Kai questions, pretending to be offended. “Rude!”

“Give me them molars, little lady!” roars the man as the two of you exit the room. “GIVE ‘EM”

“Their costumes are super cool,” you note to Kai. The hallway narrows even more, now complete with sharp corners. “I wish we had more time to look at the little details they add.”

Next up is a killer clown circus room, with three actors running around with fake weapons. The room is lit under a blacklight, making all of the colors glow vibrantly as the clowns roar with vicious laughter.

“YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!” they taunt between laughs.

“The killer clown is kind of overrated,” Kai mumbles.

“Agreed.”

Thankfully, the next room is filled with a little more excitement. A gore-filled scene awaits the two of you, complete with fake limbs and decapitated limbs scattered about the area. What really completes the scene, though, is a tall, buff man bearing a fake chainsaw and a serial killer mask.

He ‘revs’ the chainsaw, causing realistic noises to emanate from the prop. Your eyes widen as he raises it, immediately sprinting towards you.

You squeal, the act catching you off guard as you make a dash for the exit, Kai right behind you but also not fazed.

“You should have seen your face!” Kai yells, laughing in response.

You roll your eyes, pouting as you both work your way through a weird hallway, this one with a bubbly fabric in place of normal walls. The two of you have to swipe your way through, the sounds of screams and wails of pain echoing across the room.

Kai randomly gives a high-pitched screech, making you laugh as you scream in return for no reason.

“Why are we screaming?” you wonder, finally breaking through the fabric and entering a normal hallway.

“Because we can!” he answers. “Oh, look down there!”

Unfortunately, at the end of the hallway lies a seated witch animatronic. Its face is disfigured, mouth twisted into a gnarly grin while its lifeless eyes stare at the two of you dully. Strung about its torso are tattered and bloodied robes. In its left hand is a mystical but monochrome staff.

It’s right next to the exit, meaning that you’ll have to pass it in order to proceed.

“Is it gonna jump at us?” you wonder, eyes widening as you study the figure. It doesn’t look like it’s turned on, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other means of activating it.

“That’s why they put it there - to instill tension in your brain,” Kai replies, turning towards you with a smirk. “It’s not actually on.”

“What if it’s motion activated or something?” you mumble, still skeptical.

“C’mon! Even if it, is the worst it’ll do is pop out at us.”

“Oh really? Then you go first if you’re so brave!” you retort, pushing your way behind Kai.

“Fine!” he huffs, leading the way.

You peer around Kai’s shoulders a few times, breathing a sigh of relief once the two of you are through the door.

“See? I told you,” Kai replies with a smirk. “No jump scare there.”

“Whatever,” you mumble, tone lighthearted.

The last room the two of you get to experience is that depicting the dead bride trope. Thankfully, this one is a bit tamer – an actress sits to the side, woefully picking her eternal bouquet filled with sparing blue petals. You can see fallen petals scattered about the floor, their soft, blue glow a contrast against the dreary, gray Victorian style wallpaper.

The actress, complete with a zombie bride costume, solemnly mumbles underneath her breath, paying no attention to either of you. You can catch whispers of her voice behind the faint screams and chainsaw noises emanating from the other rooms.

“...he loves me...loves me not...” she mumbles, tossing petals onto the floor without a care. Her voice is so fragile that it almost makes you forget that she’s simply acting.

“If you have to ask yourself whether he loves you, then he’s not worth it,” Kai snaps, expression blank as the woman glances up towards him.

“Yeah. Was he the one who murdered you?” you play along, glancing at the actress for an answer.

She remains quiet for a moment, tilting her head before nodding.

“Then murder him back!” you suggest.

“Perhaps I could...” she murmurs, trailing off before glancing at you once more. “Perhaps I will.”

With that, the two of you exit the main portion of the haunted house.

“’Murder him back’? Really?” Kai teases, shoving your shoulder gently.

“Shut up. I was trying to get into it,” you reply with a snicker.

With that, the two of you make your way towards the stairwell, immediately making your way towards the descent.

That is, until you start to hear soft footsteps behind you. A quick glance behind you reveals an employee sneaking up behind Kai.

You immediately realize what he’s about to do, deciding to engage Kai again to provide another distraction.

“Hey, want to get food once we’re out of here?” you wonder, smiling smally at him as he nods.

“Actually, yeah, that sounds great. I was thinking we could grab something at Chen’s-”

“HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” screeches the employee from behind Kai, who jumps a little bit with a startled yell. You immediately burst out into laughter, Kai’s expression souring.

“Were you just trying to distract me?” he questions.

“Yeah, but that was also a serious question,” you reply, both of you bidding goodnight to the employees before heading downstairs. “Want to get food?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he adds as the two of you make your back towards his motorcycle, the haunted house fading into the horizon a few minutes later.

#ninjago x reader #kai x reader #kai smith x reader #kai smith & reader #kai & reader

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skullverse · 1 year ago

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➼ from the start ⋆ ★

vernon chwe x female reader---

young love was never easy, and you had your own sour tasting of it. when your childhood best friend, vernon, falls deeply in love with someone else, you wonder if you’d ever get a chance again. to be fair, you’ve been there: from the start.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, angst (kinda)

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first ever post woah. this is a short work based on laufey's 'from the start' but with a happy ending bc i'm a hopeless romantic. enjoy (or don’t idc)

i stirred my watered down iced latte, head in my hand, listening to vernon talk. i had grown tired of listening to him harp on about some ‘soulmate’ he met at the library a few weeks ago. “she’s so perfect!” “blah blah blah,” was all i could hear. i’ve known vernon for as long as i can remember. seeing him this knee deep in love was something new to me. though, the thing that was harder to accept is the fact that he never noticed the little things anymore. how i get quiet when there’s no one else around, how every small act he does makes my cheeks flush pink. when he looks at me with his stupid brown eyes, his gaze reminds me of how he doesn’t feel the same.

“y/n? y/n~ hello? earth to y/n..” vernon said, waving his hand in my face. i snapped my gaze up, looking at him.

“huh? yeah, she’s cool, or that sucks,” i mumbled, i had no clue what he just said. vernon sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, defeated.

“you’re not listening,” he said sadly.

“well how could i listen? what do you want me to tell you ‘she sounds so dreamy, you’re lucky!’?” i replied. how could i just sit here, listening to the guy i like most talking about another girl? “i just got a little bored of listening.”

“well, could you at least try helping me talk to her?” he asked. i squinted at him. “please y/n,” he pleaded.

“okay, fine,” i said, “but what’s in it for me?”

“er, whatever you want?”

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i walked into the library hallway, around the same time vernon had gone and met the girl. he gave me a brief description outside. before heading in, we stood around like creeps waiting to see if vernon’s mystery girl walked in. i was talking about my horrible psychology project when vernon suddenly shushed me and hit my arm repeatedly.

“shhh, look! that’s her!” he said in a whisper-yell. i had to admit, she was very pretty. it drove me a bit insane.

“alright, i’ll see what i can do,” i said. no turning back now.

i walked into the huge library, books lining every corner. the big skylight brought in rays of sunlight in every inch of the room. i looked around, trying to spot vernon’s soulmate. after wandering a bit, i saw her in the far corner looking at the rentable cds.

“can’t believe i’m doing this,” i grumbled, before walking into the music section. i snuck a peek at her, trying to think of something to start my creepy conversation. i noticed she was wearing a pretty lace top, a perfect contender.

“hi!” i said in a hushed tone, “oh my god i love your top, where’d you get it?” i asked.

her short black hair moved so gracefully as she turned to look at me. she gave me a warm smile before answering.

“aw thanks! i think it’s from a website called cider,” she told me. she was holding a cd: a soundtrack to one of my favorite games.

“is that the persona 5 soundtrack? i love that game!” i said, trying to get more of a conversation.

“it is! you know that game? it’s one of my favorites,” she said shyly. i excitedly nodded yes. maybe she wasn’t that bad of a person. we stood there talking about our shared love for the game, and found out we actually had a lot in common.

“what’s your name? i think you’re cool!” she asked.

“i’m y/n, you?” i replied.

“i’m scarlett, y’know could i get your number? i’d love to get to know you more!” she asked me.

“score.” i thought to myself. who knew it’d be this easy?

“yeah of course! would you wanna walk to my class together? i left my bag there, maybe we could grab a coffee?” i suggested.

“i’d love that!”

we chatted on our way out of the library. i suddenly remembered that i left vernon waiting for me outside before i entered. i wondered, was he still there?

my questions were answered as i spotted a very impatient vernon standing against the wall. i told my new friend if she could give me a moment.

“wow, woah.” was all vernon said seeing me manage to befriend his crush. “any information?” he whispered.

“better. her number,” i whispered. “now see ya vernon!” i called behind me while waving.

“sorry,” i told scarlett, she seemed like she was in awe.

“woah, who was he?” she asked shyly.

“oh, just my friend vernon, why?” i asked. i took one look at her expression and instantly knew the answer. “oh my god you think he’s cute.”

“well! just a little..” she defended herself, “okay, maybe..”

i smiled and laughed in a form of excitement. vernon would faint if he heard about this. “i’ll set you guys up!”

—two weeks later; y/n’s house.

i had gotten home about an hour ago, planning to work on my project. but all i could think about was how vernon and scarlett liked each other. my head spun as i laid in bed, my blanket covering me entirely. i looked out my window, staring into the blue. what was i to do? two weeks had passed since i set scarlett and vernon up, and they were perfect. they instantly clicked like missing puzzle pieces. the guy i’ve fallen in love with now had the perfect chance of getting a girlfriend. whilst i had to play matchmaker.

i hadn’t even realized it, but i was crying. tears stung my eyes, my makeup running. it was terrifying. love was truly driving me insane.

as if my mind was read, my phone chimed, a text. i sighed, grabbing it and turning it over. my eyes took a second to adjust to the bright screen, but i soon saw the two unread texts. it was vernon. ‘hey where r u? thought we agreed to meet up at my place at 5.’ the latest one read: ‘im coming over’. i quickly got up, struggling to keep my balance. i got a look of myself in the mirror, seeing my ruined makeup. i cursed under my breath, taking some makeup remover to wipe up the mess. my eyes were a bit red and puffy, but i doubted that vernon would notice.

i heard three short knocks at my door. my heart was practically beating out of my chest due to my nerves. the last person i wanted to see was vernon. i slowly made my way over to the door, looking into the peephole. sure enough, there stood vernon, with his hands in his pockets. his fluffy brown hair was messed up. i took a deep breath and opened the door.

“hey,” i said quietly, not daring to look into his eyes.

“yo what happened? you could’ve just called off the plans-hey. y/n, look at me,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

his hand fell to his side when he saw my face. red, puffy, horrified.

“are you okay?” he asked cautiously. he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“i’m fine, what’re you talking about?”

“no you’re not, you’ve clearly been crying. i can tell because-”

i quickly cut him off, “okay, so what? why do you suddenly care? shouldn’t you be hanging out with scarlett and making her your girlfriend?” i spat out.

“what? can i not worry about my friend?” he said, hurt.

“vernon, that’s the problem. you haven’t been worrying about your friend,” the word ‘friend’ hurt to say, knowing that it was all he saw me as. “it’s just..you’ve been so focused on scarlett. ever since that day at the cafe, i just saw you change. hell, she was all you talked about until you found out that i set you two up! it’s like you forgot about my entire existence and replaced me. it hurts vernon, it hurts a lot.” i muttered.

vernon was about to say something, but i managed to cut him off, “it hurts seeing you fall in love with someone knowing that i’ve had the biggest crush on you from the start,” i blurted. i gasped and covered my mouth, instantly regretting my last words. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

as i started to cry, vernon grabbed my arms and held me close to him. though i couldn’t see his face, i knew he’d have a shocked expression. we stood, hugging, embracing each other’s warmth. i sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing. i felt his chin at the top of my head, resting.

“i just wish you had told me sooner y/n,” vernon finally spoke up, breaking our hug.

“am i too late?” i replied, looking down.

“nope, i’d say you’re right on time,” he said, smiling. “i had to get this off my chest sooner or later, i’ve felt the exact same. you just beat me to it. the only reason why i ‘liked’ scarlett was because i thought you wouldn’t see me as more than a friend,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

i couldn’t help but let out a laugh, i couldn’t believe it. i wiped my tears with my sleeve, looking up at him. “did your forcing work?” i asked.

“i can’t just get rid of my feelings for you that easily. hell, just thinking of you, i knew i’ve loved you from the beginning,” he shyly admitted.

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” i said laughing.

he sat me down on my couch, wiping the remaining tears off of my face. i felt my face burn up, realizing how close we were. his fingers grazed my cheek, slowly trailing down to my lips. he paused, hesitating.

“can i beat you to it this time?” he asked, breaking the silence.

i laughed, “go right ahead.”

he smiled fondly, leaning in and closing the small gap between us. he kissed me slowly, holding my chin up slightly. my hands interlaced with his soft hair, deepening the kiss. we eventually broke apart, for the sake of our lungs. i looked up at him, smiling like a loon. he held my hands, peppering kisses on my fingers.

“i’ve loved you y/n. from the start.”

----end.

skullverse 01.

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pics-and-fanfics · 2 years ago

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So Annoying

Pairing: Loki x Gn!ADHD-Reader

Warnings: Reader has ADHD! Fluff, people being annoyed by Reader, Tony is a jerk in this one bc he doesn’t accept that ADHD is a real thing (like teachers i’ve had)- Bullying/emotional abuse, soft Loki

Summary: You, Reader, have ADHD. Your best friend Loki helps you deal with all the problems that result from this when he comes back from his week-long mission.

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You laughed, talking with Steve, lounging on the couch. Your phone lay forgotten on your lap, the book you had been reading still displayed on the screen.

“But Steve, there were more important things going on. Like a war!”

“Howard said there were going to be flying cars by now.” Steve says, the low volume of his voice contrasting with your excited one.

“But the point is-“

“Could you just shut up? I’m tired of hearing you yell all the time, Y/n.” Tony says, walking in. You shut your mouth, looking down at your lap.

“Sorry Tony.” you say quietly.

“There we go! That’s a much more acceptable volume.”

“I’m sorry.”

😔

You sit at the table, trying to listen to Tony. And yet, despite your efforts, your mind wanders. You start tapping your pen on the table, not even noticing what you’re doing.

“Y/N! For Christ’s sake! Either stop tapping that pen on the table or get out!”

You look up at Tony, putting the pen down and putting your hands on top of your lap. “Sorry.” you mutter, your face burning.

😔

“What are you doing? I said we needed to go half an hour ago! How are you still not ready?” You look up at Natasha, seeing she was all dressed up, ready to go.

“What? No, you said that only 5 minutes ago!” you say, checking the time. Oh shit.

“Hurry up! We need to go!”

“Shit I’m sorry! Just give me a minute, I'll be right out!” you say, grabbing your brush and running it through your hair before grabbing your shirt.

😔

“-and I know it’s a problem, but I really just want all the books in the series and I’ve already read the first two, I just need to read the third, but I figured that if I have all three books I’d be able to reread them anytime I want. Oh, that reminds me- I need to go to the library and give them some more books that I know I’m not going to read, but I need to clean out my bookshelves first.

“Oh, but that would take forever, and I know I’m going to stop in the middle of it and entirely forget to do it for weeks. I’m really sorry by the way, I know I talk too much. Okay, I’m going to shut up now.” You shut your mouth, wishing you could just shut up for once. Why did you have to talk so much?

“Thank god, I was wondering when it was going to end. Why do you always have to talk? Blah blah blah, 24/7. It’s so annoying.” Tony says, and you scowl.

“What is your problem with me? I’m getting sick of you berating me, Tony.” you say, turning around on the couch.

“You! You are the problem! You're always talking, your too loud, you always have to make everything about you-”

“Okay first of all-”

“-and what is it with you and ignoring the time? Things need to be done in a timely manner, Y/n. And those ‘overstimulation’ tantrums you throw are so fucking fake!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” you yell, getting up from your seat and walking towards Tony.

“Oh! I don’t? Stop trying to use ‘I have ADHD’ as an excuse. It’s not real.” Tony says, mocking you.

“It is a real thing, dammit!”

“No it is not! Stop making excuses and start trying to act like a mature adult!” Tony yells, getting in your face.

You blink back tears, sniffling.

“Oh here we go again! Stop acting like a baby, you’re not two, it’s not cute, it doesn’t make me feel anything except disappointment for you.”

You wipe your face, turning around and walking to your small apartment in the building, trying to stop yourself from crying. You slam the door shut when you get to your share of the building, and rush to your room, tears falling down your face as you wrap yourself in blankets.

😔

“Darling! I’m back!” Loki says, putting away the last of the groceries. He knew you’d forget to get groceries pretty often, so he usually got you some whenever he went somewhere.

He’d just finished a mission, and tried to call you, but you hadn’t picked up. Three times. It was unlike you.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” Loki looks around, putting the plastic bags in your designated basket for store bags.

Loki frowns, pulling his phone back out. He dials your number, and hears your ringtone coming from the bedroom. He follows the sound, softly knocking on your closed door.

“Darling? Are you in there?”

“Leave me alone.” Your usually happy voice was full of annoyance, making Loki worry even more.

“May I come in?”

“Leave me alone, Loki!” Again your voice was filled with venom, but he heard your voice crack.

You watch as the door slowly opens, light spilling into your room from the hallway. “I said-“

You get cut off when you feel the mattress dip next to you, and Loki’s eyes on you. You cover up your face, embarrassed. You should have gotten over it hours ago. And yet it stung, almost as if Tony had actually hit you.

“I’m fine, Loki.” you mutter, keeping the blankets over your head.

“Darling-”

“Leave me alone, my god!” you say, flopping back into the mattress.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong! Just leave me alone!” You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, and you wipe them away, frustrated. “Why are you so insistent that something’s wrong? I’m fine!”

“Because you usually can’t wait to tell me about your week, and you're always so excited to see me that your words spill over themselves.”

“God, just leave it be. I’m fine.” Even you didn’t believe it, you heard the tears in your voice, which just made you even more frustrated.

Loki peels the blankets away from your face, the small sliver of light from the open door falling across your face. Your eyes were red and puffy like you had just been crying, probably for hours.

“Darling, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

In response, you roll over, and Loki rubs your back. When he hears your quiet sniffles, he sighs, getting up. “Do you want some food?”

“Grilled cheese?” you ask, your voice soft. Vulnerable.

“Of course, dear. Come on, get up.”

😔

“Why does Tony have to be such a jerk?” you ask, and Loki puts your sandwich in front of you, a look of questioning on his face.

“What did he do?” Loki asks, trying to contain his anger. If he laid a finger on you-

No. He would let you figure it out on our own, you had told him that you needed to learn to defend yourself, that you didn’t want Loki fighting all your battles.

But still-

“Can I just show you?” Loki looks at you, searching your eyes.

“Of course.” He slowly takes your hands when you offer them, closing his eyes with you.

He watches the events of the last few days unfold through your eyes, feeling everything.

When you open your eyes, you see Loki, anger written on his face.

“I am going to show him just how much-”

“Loki!” He turns back to you and you sniff, rubbing your nose. “It’s fine. See? I’m fine!”

“Darling, you’re not fine. That’s abuse.” Loki says, sitting next to you, watching as you stopped chewing your food.

“I’m fine.” you bite out, annoyed with yourself. You were not going to cry again.

“Either you talk to him, or I will. Darling, this can’t carry on. I don’t want to see him bring you down anymore. That is enough.”

“I will. Just not right now. Can we just watch a movie?”

Loki looks at you, seeing how close you were to crying again, the tears gathering in your eyes as you stubbornly wiped them away over and over.

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”

😔

Well! This is somewhat based (probably like, 25%-30%) on some of my experiences with ADHD, which kinda sucks sometimes.

I hope you guys liked the story, and don't forget to let me know if you want to be tagged in the future! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Also, sorry I haven't been posting, I've just lost all motivation to do anything, I don't even want to watch Youtube. But I'm pushing through! I have exams this week too, so that's fun. 🫥 But yeah. Love you!

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urfavnegronerd · 1 year ago

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stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches

sum slight

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always

stay in the state of the greatest bliss

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains.

“What’s the point of this, Miles?”

“To get you to try and sleep,”

“It's four in the afternoon,”

“Naptime,”

“What?”

“Just try, mama, okay?”

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry.

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down.

“Ian never seen you sleep,”

“So?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,”

“I don’t make you sleepy?”

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,”

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet.

“What's wrong papá?”

“I’m worried about you,”

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,”

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,”

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually?

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes.

“It’s 11:45,”

“So?”

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.”

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment.

“Please? Just try for me,”

You huff plopping onto his mattress.

“Now what?”

“We wait,”

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room.

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,”

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes.

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,”

“I know,”

“So can we try? Just one more time?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?”

“Can you just talk?”

“Yeah. I can do that,”

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent.

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper.

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,”

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention.

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again.

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway.

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response.

“Kiss?”

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe.

“Sleep, princesa.”

i’m so glad that i got you, you’re my dream come true <3

a/n: everyone say thank u mick @lunarfleur

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reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

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jihyoruri · 3 months ago

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okay I NEED to talk abt this bc richgirlyn is literally me FORREAL

so uhh not the analysis I thought I’d be doing but I need to. the other one will be later

ok tw for eds I guess like this is the entire analysis

disclaimer. this is all my interpretation as well as my experience. I’ve had an issues w eating since 8 (almost twins!) and it’s been literal years. this is just what I think based on what I’VE seen and done as a girl. I know men can have ed’s but I will be talking abt it from my standpoint, which is hashtag girl. everyone’s experience is different.

key: ana=anorexia, ed=eating disorder

Ive never dealt with real bulimia so take whatever I say with a grain of salt

okay. here’s why richgirlyn having an ed, specifically how she develops ana as she gets older makes a lot of sense (Ive had a fixation on eds and the way they affect the mind for so long..)

i feel like people forget just how genuinely maddening have an eating disorder is.

most of the time in movies they’re there for laughs and portrayed as “oh she just kinda throws up!” (heathers, the musical) or “oh she wants to be skinny so bad she js doesn’t eat!” (mean girls) (I love both of them btw they’re just what come to mind)

like that is not what they are like AT ALL

eating disorders are some of the most deadly mental illness there is and because it mostly affects teenage girls and women people literally treat it like something not that serious or a joke it’s actually insane how people do not gaf about it

so anyway.

I feel like if children have issues with food they always start out thinking of purging

it makes sense! if you don’t want calories, just get rid of them.

obviously, it doesn’t work that way, and purging doesn’t even actually work well LMAO most of the calories are absorbed unless u throw up like the second food enters ur mouth like it is not foolproof at all.

but to a child it makes sense. the food is gone so you can’t gain weight

and when you’re a kid your gag reflex is way more sensitive so it’s way easier to vomit. when you get older it’s so much harder

bulimia is not really possible long term for idols because of its side effects which are:

erosion of tooth enamel making them appear clear other than white

sunken in, bulging eyes

swollen cheeks

hair loss

GERD

also for the fact it doesn’t really help much with not absorbing the calories + the fact that it affects the appearance, which idols need to be perfect, + the fact that it affects your voice, which idols need, and also throwing up is difficult

much more common in idols is anorexia.

so! actually the side effects of ana aren’t as noticeable if you’re not restricting a lot! at about 700-800 calories max a day I didn’t experience hair loss or getting spots on my skin

It was mostly that I was just tired all the time and kind of irritable. i never experienced any physical effects other than losing weight (didn’t lose much muscle bc most of the cals were protein and I worked out everyday)

anyway

richgirlyn definitely likes control.

we can see how control has been taken from her time and time again— mostly by her dad, making all the decisions while she doesn’t get a say, and later, how her members and the people around her treat her.

eds are about control more than looks. It’s the one safety net, the one thing you can always be good at.

when everything around you is falling apart— you can control what you eat. it’s like an accomplishment. look how low I got the number! I’m so good at this! I’m so disciplined!

It’s like. “no one could ever get as low as me”. It makes you weirdly competitive

and obviously there’s pressure to be skinny as a trainee. It’s what half of your self worth is based on. so if you can control that? and punish yourself (because as we’ve discussed richgirlyn does NAWT like herself that much) while you’re at it? It’s literally gold

she practices and practices, trying to be good enough, the best, and she doesn’t want to eat. eating is kind of like admitting defeat and saying you’re weak and giving in to the need to have food.

oh and y’all don’t KNOW what mommy issues do with an ed like.

if losing weight makes someone PROUD? oh you KNOW you’re dropping to size 0 trust like it’s actually insane. I can’t even explain the real insanity that comes with an ed it makes you actually crazy. you start becoming afraid of certain numbers because they look bigger even if it’s not how it works. ex: it’s better to eat 98 cal than 50 because 98 feels “smaller” like it’s CRAZY. the state of mind you have when you’re doing that is really seriously not normal like I know it’s obvious but people don’t GET IT. you become very obsessive and cagey over it like if you eat over a certain limit you will literally either break down or get up and go work out until you think you’re back under and the guilt eats you up inside. richgirlyn is SAUR MEEEE FOR REAL

so ANYWAY richgirlyn having an ed makes sense. specifically ana.

she likes control, she wants something to feel proud about (along with her singing and dancing and rapping abilities), it’s something her mom’s PRAISED HER FOR so you already KNOW when her mom is like “wowww you’ve lost weight!” she is like I’m gonna get so much worse.

and also there has to be a part of her that wants someone to worry. i know she hates being seen as weak but I just know minjeong saying smth like “oh I wondered how u stay thin it’s cause u js don’t eat” made her feel so validated because it’s proof that she’s sick and she’s not okay and she’s not making it up.

I’m very sure her being well off has completely fucked with the idea of her being “allowed” to feel negative emotions. like “I’m rich, I shouldn’t be sad” but with any negative emotion.

and I know she was getting better until she got put in le sserafim I just KNOW especially CURRENTLY?

the stress of her members disliking her makes her feel worse abt her self making her want more control and also there’s this very fucked up part of it where it’s like. the less I eat and the less space I take up the more they’ll like me, they won’t hurt me if they think I’m sick and fragile and GODDD that’s so her. she wants to be strong so bad but sometimes.

anyway it’s 1 am this isn’t a great analysis maybe I’ll circle back to this but I needed to talk about it

I love richgirlyn she’s witerwally me

-🎏

It’s crazy that everything you just said is so correct like completely correct when it comes to richgirl!yn’s problems.

and because this has been going on since she was ten it’s just a normal routine for her all that girl does is try her best to become better, and because she knows that her image is something that her mother actually pays attention about her, so it’s rlly important to her.

even now that she’s an idol she doesn’t talk to her mom but there’s times when her mom will call her and be like “you look a little different.” and then she’s completely back in that cycle

#🎏anon #richgirl!yn

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SMOOCHES!!! Hii beautiful!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been doing amazing!! (Small update on my genshin exploration: I’m almost done with the desert! I’m just missing the last expansion patch that we got like 2 months ago! I haven’t even started the new event because I want to finish my exploration before Fontaine comes) but how have you been? Have you been saving for any new chars? If so what are your funds? I’d love to know!!

Alright on to the main topic! This is kinda just a small headcanon and also inspired by what you said in a brainrot: but fragile!reader most likely does wake up in the middle of the night at times. (Most likely due to reoccurring nightmares) so usually when you do get startled awake, you usually just walk around the laboratory. And whenever you do, a clone or two will find you and slightly scold you for being out of bed and that your body seriously needs it. But after scolding you they usually just join you on your small walk to hopefully tire you out. (I swear the clones are like small kittens who won’t detach themselves from you bc of how much they love you and just imagining these blue haired scary looking masked grown men following little you is 😭💕💗💖)

However, at times when you’re really shaken up, you’ll just head straight to Dottore’s lab or his bedroom. Although it’s usually the first since Dottore never sleeps, so when he sees you walk into his lab at 3 AM, he knows it’s because you’ve been shaken up badly from one of your nightmares again. So he’ll let you stay as he continues to work. Letting you sit at his desk while he runs an experiment. Or he would offer to you his bedroom, which you usually decline as what you want is to see your husband be safe. (Your nightmares sometimes concern him, so you just want to make sure he’s safe and not in the condition that you saw him in, in your nightmare) but you do eventually fall asleep in his lab, which makes him pick you up and put you in his bedroom. He wishes he could have your nightmares instead. Already being inflicted with a mysterious illness and now having nightmares. He just wants you to be truly happy, and not have to put up a fake act or fake smiles (Dottore most likely Can tell whenever you’re faking your smiles, although he doesn’t want to upset you and call you out on it) so in the meantime he’ll try his somewhat best in making you smile. Sure his attempts may be horrible at first, but it’s the thought that counts! You’ll be sure his kiss his cheeks and lips a few times as an “A for effort”.

What was supposed to be short turned out long I’m so sorry!! 😭 I always get carried away and end up writing more than I mean to. (Also just a little self indulgent but what if fragile!reader had a blanket they’ve had since probably when they were a kid, and they just love it. Like their plushie! But instead, whenever you wake up from your nightmares and go on walks or to Dottore’s lab, you just…bring it with you. It’s what helps you sleep after all! You could literally sleep on the floor so long as you have your blanket (and plushie) with you) I’m only adding this because I’ve had a blanket since I was born and I literally drag it with me in the house. I’m going to the kitchen? It’s coming with me. OKAYOKAY! I’ll stay quiet now!! I hope you enjoy this smooches!! I am smooching your cheeks n forehead and ur nose till your face is all sore ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ you’re deserving of all the cuddles and hugs and kisses in the world I love you so so much!! I’m wishing you a very happy day and week!! Hehe okay bye bye!!!!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💗💖💗

-From your boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

MY LOVELY 🎐 ANON YOUR IDEAS MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY 😭💖

GOSH I AM KISSING YOUR BRAIN THIS IS JUST SO 🥺🥺😍 Whenever you have dreams, it’s a bit of a struggle to go back to sleep. Not only do the nightmares make you too scared to sleep again, but even the happier dreams of the past make you too sad to get sleepy again since you keep thinking of what once was. So instead of twisting and turning alone in the dark you decide to just walk around the lab to try and get your mind off things. But of course the lab always has clones running about no matter what time it is, sometimes you only walk a few feet and already bump into a clone. Every time they just sigh and give you that look again, that lecture that you probably have memorized already, they always try to guide you back to your room (and sometimes it works, and they sit in your room with you and help you fall back to sleep.) But if you pull out the pleading and pouty eyes they’ll be giving in quickly and entertain your request (cue them carrying you back to bed later 🥺) (Also Cattore so real… I find it so funny you could just be walking with a clone or two and they’ll be treating you with so much respect and love, talking very animatedly and then when you come across a regular Fatui assistant they’ll just give them a ‘wtf are u looking at slacker I’ll kill u’ and the assistant is just praying they get transferred to another squad 😭) (Plus they report it every time this stuff happens to Prime and he’s just :( he is at a loss at how he or science can help you, every time he sees those eye bags… he just. Curses internally.)

The first few times you walked right into his lab an at ungodly hour he was just like ??? Internally panicking and worrying something was really wrong with you to seek him out at this hour, and probably barraged you with questions and was even about to run some tests on you until you just interrupt him and spill the whole dilemma you’ve been in. How the nightmares are hurting you and you can’t find it in you to sleep again. Dottore knows very well how one will find it hard to sleep if the mind is troubled so he won’t force you to sleep again, but he’ll encourage you to try at least. Even if he’s in the middle of doing something that requires to stand up, he’ll find something to work on so you can sit down comfortably on his lap. He sometimes wonders about your dreams but you prefer not to speak about them or do so very vaguely so he doesn’t push it. Unfortunately he has yes to develop a dream-preventing injection so the only thing he can do is be ready to receive you when you show up at his door ;( The first time Dottore called you out on a fake smile you were so shocked and then nearly broke down catching him off guard. Though he is a very straight to the point no bs person he’s learned not to do that again. He is not very good with verbal affection so a lot of it just comes from him holding you, and also recounting some infuriating encounters he had with the other Harbingers (you find them hilarious though) and he tolerates it simply because of the kisses and actual smiles he gets <3

And omg… yes reader’s special blanket <3 (The lab would be torn upside down if you ever lost it) I love how cherished your blanket is 💖 I don’t have a specific blanket but I also can’t sleep if I dont have one, and if I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t find my plushies I get mad and search in the dark and sometimes resort to turning on the light 😭

Okay moving on from the dot brainrot- I’m so glad you’re catching up on the desert progress! It really is a lot, but I know you got this!! Hopefully Fontaine is more fun, I love exploring but even the desert had me like 💀 most because of the scenery. If you do play the summer event I hope you enjoy it, it’s definitely my favorite out of the 3 summer events we’ve gotten :3 As for me… I have roughly 70 wishes I think? Close to pity, no guarantee. I was considering trying to get Lyney since I want some Fontaine characters, but I’m not too sure yet so I’m just gonna wait until the release to decide who I want! I might just skip everyone for Arlecchino too haha. Are you saving for anyone 🎐 anon? Dottore maybe? AND DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR LONG BRAINROTS!!! The depth and everything is so chefs kiss 😫 I am giving you infinite number of smooches mwah mwah!! Ily more🎐 anon~!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #hehe it's funny to think abt a scholar like him getting an a simply for effort #dottore pls hold me too 🥰😍

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