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katebishopsbaefy · 3 months ago

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Beyond Stressed

billie eilish x reader

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summary: you're so overworked that you can't even see straight, and billie knows just the way to help.

warnings: smut!!! strap-on use (r!receiving), mostly fluff

word count: 1431

Your fingers furiously typing away at your computer, and your free hand frantically scribbles in a notebook. It’s not even legible. And it’s a little concerning that you’re typing and writing simultaneously, like a madman. Or, at least, that’s what Billie thinks.

What was supposed to be a relaxing Friday night together turned into… this. Billie, sitting on her bed, mindlessly playing Animal Crossing up on the TV. And you, sitting on her floor, with stacks of folders and crumpled-up papers scattered. It’s like every person you know decided to make a coordinated attack and hit you with as much work as they possibly could on your one day off. You’ve got essays to write, merch to design, test material to understand, an album to put together, and a girlfriend to hang out with. It’s so overwhelming that you could cry.

And you don’t even realize you’ve actually begun to until Billie glances down, seeing the heavy tears start to slip down your cheeks. She knows you’ve got a lot to do, but she hadn’t known it was this bad. She takes a moment to watch you, just to see if these are just a few tears or a full-on breakdown. At your first hiccup, she wordlessly pauses the game and slides off the bed, sitting criss-cross on the floor next to you. She doesn’t say anything; she just watches.

You’re so caught up in your work that you don't even notice her until her warm hand starts softly trailing up your back. It makes you jump, but that’s all the reaction you give. As much as you want to just curl up in her lap and sleep forever, you don’t have the time. Billie, however, is not satisfied with that, and mumbles, “Hey”.

You just silently shake your head, continuing to scribble in your notebook (which is so illegible that Billie’s not sure if you’re trying to write notes or just color in the page). It makes your heart hurt to be ignoring her like this, but once you’re done, you can give her all of your attention. That’s what you keep telling yourself. Work, then girlfriend.

But, again, Billie isn’t satisfied. She gently pokes your side; not hard enough to hurt in the slightest, but just enough to get your attention. She repeats a little more firmly this time, “Hey. Y/n.”

When you finally take a moment to glance up at her, her heart breaks. She can literally see how unfocused your eyes are, which explains the atrocious handwriting. They’re so red and tearful, and your lips are in a little resting pout that she’s sure you don’t even know is there. In fact, she’s sure you don’t even have the slightest idea as to how upset and pathetic you look, as if you could collapse any second. She lifts a gentle hand to wipe away the thick tears that run down your cheeks, and her voice is as soft and soothing as it’s ever been as she mumbles, “...I think you need a break, y/n/n.”

You give a half-assed head shake, but from the way you lean so heavily into her palm, she can tell you’re not fully objecting. You’re so overwhelmed you can’t even see straight. You’re also not fully agreeing either, though. You still have hours of work to do, and you want to get it done as quickly as possible so you can hang out with her.

But, when she gently pulls you up to your feet, you’re too out of it to object.

Billie helps you lay down on the bed, your head resting on her soft pillows, her body resting over yours in a sort of safety blanket, which she knows helps to calm you down. She starts placing the smallest, gentlest little kisses to your cheeks, and one of her hands trails up your side as she mutters, “Jus’ relax, baby… you’re so tired, you need a break.”

Before you know it, she’s toying with the hem of your underwear and sliding them down our legs. You’re so out of it that you can’t do much else but gently hold her waist, to have something to hold onto, and to tell her that you’re okay with this. But everything is just so overwhelming that you can’t stop the constant flow of tears, and when she starts to kiss your forehead so gently, like you’re made of glass, you start crying all over again. She’s just too sweet.

Billie’s stomach drops when you start crying again, immediately worrying that she’s pushing too far (as if you haven’t been dating for years, or this isn’t an insanely common thing for her to do to help calm you down). She realizes after a moment that her gentleness is just really getting to you, and she wants to give you as much of that as possible. But she hates seeing you cry so much.

“Shhhhh… hey… look at me…” she mumbles, one of her hands gently cupping your jaw as she hovers over you.

Your tearful eyes travel back to meet her soft ones without another thought. When she starts to wipe your tears away with her thumb, you lean so heavily into the touch that your cheek squishes a little against your hand, which would normally embarrass the shit out of you, but right now, you just need as much of her as you can get.

“Jus’ breathe… deep breaths, babygirl…” Billie whispers so softly, like she’s trying to melt you with her voice. And she’s always been good at that. You can feel her chest against yours, and feel the way it rises and falls with deep, exaggerated breaths, which you know she wants you to follow. Your breathing starts to slowly even out as you copy her, and before you know it, she’s slowly sliding in and out of you in time with your breaths. You’d been so worked up and out of it that you hadn’t even noticed her putting on the strap, whenever she did. She just keeps whispering to you while she starts kissing your face again, “There we go… doin’ so good f’me…”

She starts slowly, just letting you get used to the feeling. You’re already overwhelmed enough. She doesn’t want to push you even further. But when your deep breaths start becoming punctuated by breathy moans and hums, she picks up the pace. Her free hand, the one that she’s not using to hold herself up, gently makes its way under your shirt, just to feel your skin. It’s a little habit of hers you've always found adorable, and incredibly soothing. It’s nothing more than comforting and gentle. She traces little shapes into your waist, what feels like hearts and stars, and then messy words that you can’t quite make out. Probably because you're too focused on her scrambling up your insides.

Every little thrust just relaxes you more and more, until her thumb moves down to find your clit, and you snap. She’s so gentle with you; movements that would probably be too gentle to make you come on a normal day are so perfect for right now. You’re just so worked up and stressed that anything she gives you is perfect.

She slowly works you through it until you're twitching with aftershocks, and she’s so gentle when she pulls out that you don’t even realize she has until she’s wrapping you up in her arms and kissing your hair. Your face nuzzles into your chest instinctively, and you just rest for a moment, catching your breath. Her hand is still under your shirt, tracing little words again, and you’re trying to decipher them, but you still can’t tell what they are. She breaks you out of your focus with a soft whisper: “Feel better?”

Your head nods against her chest silently. You do feel better. She always knows exactly what to do, what spots to hit, what words to say to make you feel like you're floating, to make all of the stress in you dissolve. She just melts you.

It’s silent again for a moment before your curiosity gets the better of you, and you speak for the first time in a while, your voice coming out in a quiet whisper, still a little raspy from crying (and moaning), “What’re you writin’?”

Her lips tug into up that little grin that makes your stomach flip, and moves her fingers in a much more exaggerated way, taking her time with every letter so you can really tell what it is.

“I LOVE YOU.”

#billie eilish #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader

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flowery-mess · 2 months ago

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what if

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / pregnancy scare / talks about not wanting to have kids in future / sex allusions but no actual sex content in this chapter / period mentions / I think that's it, let me know

Words: 2,1k

Author's note: something shorter for these two. Credits to @thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall for the pregnancy scare idea🥰

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Exams.” was the only thing on your mind these days. You had projects that needed to be finished and you had to study a lot. Plus last week you had to attend a few classes at the neuropsychology ward at the local hospital.

It was amazing, working with patients and putting your studies to use. But it was tiring as hell. Every day you came back to your dorm, had a shower and went to sleep, that’s why you had so much stuff to catch up on now.

You didn’t go to parties, neither did Noah. Some people wouldn’t have guessed it, but he was a very good student. He always made fun of you for doing stuff at the last minute.

You were too caught up with school that you forgot about yourself. Because today, when you snapped at your classmate, you realized something.

Earlier that day:

“Ella, come on I’ll pay you to do my homework.” David, your classmate, a very annoying one, tried again to talk you into doing his homework for him. You were too caught up with your own shit you told him last week that you’re not going to do it.

“I already told you no.” you didn’t look up from your book when you gave him your answer.

“Please Ella! You’re so good at psychology and I need a good grade.”

“Compliments won’t get you anywhere.” you snorted at his try.

“Okay how much do you want?”

“I’m not gonna do it David.”

“Then tell me what do you want if not money. Dinner? Drinks? Sex?” and that was the last straw.

“Who do you think I am? Sex?” you finally lifted your head up from the book and looked at him.

“I didn’t mea-” he didn’t get to finish that sentence because you stood up and packed your things.

“Do your own fucking homework. If you can’t do it yourself then your presence in senior year is very questionable.” as you were leaving the study room he managed to yell one more sentence: “Are you on your period or what?”

You just flipped him off, but realized that for a fact you were not having your period, but you should be.

Your body was in so much stress already that if any more was because of your late period you didn’t even notice it.

You tried to calm yourself down with “It’s only a few days.” and “It’s probably because of the stress.”, but that didn’t do a good job.

So you made a quick stop at the school pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. You really tried to not let it get to your head, you didn’t need any of that now. It happens sometimes, it’s nothing unusual.

You still had to finish the project you were working on before David interrupted you, so you made it to the library to continue where you left it.

“Fuck me!” you cursed to yourself after you didn’t click on save and the last paragraph you wrote was now gone.

“I could do that.” you heard behind your back.

Turning around you were met with Noah. He was wearing black sweatpants and gray hoodie and fucking flip flops.

“What are you doing here?” you didn’t hide your surprised voice, because Noah’s presence in the library was something that could be considered weird or odd.

“I just came here for a few books, need them to finish my essay.” he shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to you.

“Okay.” you replied and went back to writing your own. Noah didn’t find your behaviour weird, because he knows how you get when you’re stressed from exams.

“What are you doing?” you asked him with a side eye as he opened one of the books that laid in front of him.

“Reading a book?”

“But why are you doing it here?”

“Because it’s a library?”

“Noah, you never study in the library.”

“True, but you’re here and you’re my favorite study buddy.” he said with a teasing smile. He knew how far he could get before you got angry with him.

You just rolled your eyes and focused back on your notebook.

After a while you forgot Noah was next to you, he was quiet and the only sounds you could hear was when he turned the pages.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed until you heard your stomach doing unnatural sounds.

“Oh my god, you didn’t eat again?” Noah rolled his eyes at you, annoyed with how you forget to eat when you’re this focused.

“I did! I’m gonna leave soon, I just need to finish this page.”

“Sure, liar.” he said and reached for your bag. “Do you have any snacks in here?” he dove his head into the bag and started looking for something that could help with your hunger.

“Nah I think I ate the las-” you didn’t even lift your head up from the papers in front of you, because it wasn’t the first time Noah rummaged through your bag to find a snack or just look at what’s inside. Mystery of a woman’s bag.

“What the fuck?” you heard the sounds of things being thrown around inside of the bag stop and looked up.

“Fuck.” you whispered as you were looking at Noah who was holding the pregnancy test. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you repeated and tried to take it from his hands, but he was quicker.

“What the fuck?” yeah seems like you both forgot other words than fuck.

“Put it back before anyone sees it!” you whisper yelled at him. He looked around and remembered where you two were and hid under the table in his lap.

“Still Ella, what the fuck? Are you fucking pregnant?” he was panicking, full on panic mood.

“No!” you said, “I don’t know.” and then continued.

“What does that mean?” he groaned, visibly getting frustrated from this whole situation.

“Okay, calm down.” you took a deep breath and laid your hands on his shaking ones.

“I realized that I'm a few days late with my period. But it’s normal, it must be the stress from exams.”

“Have you already done it?” he looked down at the small box in his hand.

“No.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” his shocked expression was looking at you. “Let’s go.” he started packing both of your things and when he was done he took your hand in his and made you stand up.

He led you out of the library and in the direction of toilets.

“I’m not doing it in school Noah!” you tried to stop him, but he had more strength.

“Then let’s go to your dorm.” he turned around and started walking in the direction of the main exit. He looked like a crazy person.

“Molly is there.”

“She’s your friend, she'll understand.”

“She hates you.”

“And she’ll hate me even more if I knocked you up.”

“That’s true.” you agreed, thinking if Molly would use her voice or her hands on Noah if the test was positive. “But I don’t wanna do it there.”

Noah stopped walking which made you hit his back. He turned around and you finally realized that he was probably really scared.

“Then we’re going to my place.” his steps were back at a quick pace now towards the parking lot.

“Noah calm down, you’re not helping the situation.”

“Get in.” he opened the car door for you and before he sat behind the wheel he put both of your bags in the back.

You didn’t know what was going through his mind so you stayed silent.

As you were looking out of the window you thought about the two possible outcomes. First, it’ll be negative and everything will get back to normal. But what if it’ll be the second option, positive.

You don’t want kids, at least not now. What will Noah’s reaction be if there are two lines? Will he be angry? Yell at you? Cry? Throw you out and tell you that he never wants to see you again?

You felt tears in your eyes at the thought of Noah not talking to you anymore, at the thought of losing him.

“Will you be mad?” you whispered and turned your head to look at him. He was focused on the road and his hands were gripping the wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. But when he heard the crack in your voice he looked at you for a second before shifting his gaze back to the road.

“Ella.” he said your name with a sigh and shook his head. “I won’t be mad. I’m just scared as fuck.” he admitted.

“Me too.” you confessed. His hand reached over the center console and grabbed one of yours. He gave you a comfort squeeze which you returned.

The rest of the ride was silent.

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“Let’s do it.” you said and grabbed the white and pink box. You turned around and started walking to Noah’s bathroom.

When you were inside you went to close the door behind, but instead you hit something and heard a bang on the door. You heard “Ouch.” and turned around to see Noah right behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you said. He just looked at you with puppy eyes and said “Coming in?”

“Noah, you're not watching me peeing on a stick.” it took a few minutes to convince him that you’re not going to lock yourself in his bathroom and he made you promise that you won’t look at it without him.

When you sat down on the toilet it still felt like Noah was in the room with you.

“Noah, I know you’re behind the door.” you groaned.

“Just do it.”

“I can’t do it if I know you can hear me.”

“Jesus Ella.”

“Leave me alone or I’ll lock myself here for the rest of our lives.” and then you heard him dramatically stomp away.

You did what the instructions told you and washed your hands. You took the test and left the bathroom only to find Noah pacing back and forth in his kitchen.

You put the test on the counter, took out your phone and set the timer for 3 minutes.

“It’s gonna be negative Noah.”

“It must be, we use condoms.”

The timer went off before you could talk about anything else and you looked at each other with worry in your eyes.

“Do you wanna look at it?” he asked you.

“Do you?”

“No, you do it.”

So you reached out for your phone to turn it off and then you took the test. You took a deep breath before turning it around.

“It’s fucking negative!” you yelled out loud and cheered.

“Thank God!” Noah placed his hands on his chest where his heart is and leaned against the counter.

Noah threw the test away and clapped his hands like a little kid that just achieved something.

You sat up on the counter and couldn’t help but ask him “What would your reaction be if it was positive?”

“I don’t know.” he answered honestly.

“Do you ever want to be a dad? I don’t mean right now obviously, but in the future.”

“I don’t know. Probably no. I don’t know how to be a dad.”

“No one knows how to be a parent until they are.”

“Well the only example I ever had was my father, so I think I’ll pass.”

“You’re not like your father.” you frowned at his words. He was so scared of being like his father that he’d rather not have kids at all.

“The idea of having kids doesn’t really excite me in general, it’s not just because of him.” after you didn’t give him another answer he asked you, “What about you? Do you want kids?”

“I don’t think so.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Why?”

“If I tell you that you’re just gonna throw my words at me.” it was because of your mom.

“You know you’re also not like your mother right?”

“There we go.” you rolled your eyes, but then you both laughed. “I just know that she always did everything with a good intention and she always wanted the best for me, but she still hurt me so much. I don’t want to do that to a kid. What if I’d think I’m a good mom, but my kid would hate me.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing the test was negative. Can you imagine us as parents?”

“We would be cool parents!” you protested.

“Yeah, maybe in another universe.” Noah laughed and you agreed with him.

You spent the rest of the day together, finishing your own school work before ordering dinner. Noah dropped you back at the campus and it would be Noah if he didn’t say “Maybe if you come over tomorrow and we have sex your period will come sooner so we can be sure you’re really not pregnant?”

You just closed the door in his face and flipped him off.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 4 days ago

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I hope you’re happy.

I can’t stop thinking about sorcerer Stan and I absolutely don’t have time to write the aus I’m thinking of.

Because I’m just imagining if he clicked and didn’t have support.

Princess Stan au- he clicks before the whole dragon thing, maybe when Rico traps him in the chest, and Ford heads down south to investigate reports about some evil spirit in the shape of a man wantonly destroying everything

Normal au- he clicks sometime during his drive up to Gravity Falls and is just so out of it when he gets there. Probably breaks the portal without thinking of it while Ford is right there

I have essays to write! You stole all my brain space!

I'm very happy >:)

If Stan clicked with no support, he'd be casting for as long as he had that battery (if on a path of whatever he clicked with). Once it goes out, or he loses it, then the magic exhaustion's gonna hit bad :) Especially if hes not close to the wellspring to help him recharge faster and more naturally. At this point in the story the only reason they gave the battery back is because Stan was so magically depleted they needed the extra jump, and then he's limited to bed time use just because they need to exhast him so he'll actually sleep. Relying on it long term is not good for anyone.

Ford hears about some spook down south and jumps at the chance to investigate a magical anomaly of this caliber. It could be a wraith, or a ghoul, or some other creature thats' been mistaken for something spectral. So they get to the last place it's been sighted, look for clues and find!

Nothing. There's no evidence of some monster of magical creature. Just human tracks, around inhuman feats of destruction. There's no explanation Ford can find, and none of the bait he's using works. Gets so frustrated until he spills all his findings to fiddleford, who squints and just goes 'sounds like a sorcerer with a bad click.'

Ford discovering the first Sorcerer in generations, hearing all these rumors and Fiddleford telling him 'sounds like a sorcerer' would be so exciting for him. A sorcerer! Who needs help (judging by all the stories and what Fiddlefords told him about how they work)! Ford's going to swoop in and help this poor individual out before they get hunted down and killed for all the destruction they're being compelled to do.

Then he finds them, and its Stan. Stan, who has no idea whats happening to him, no idea why or how he's bending reality to his will, only that he needs to keep breaking things. He's tired and sick and confused and really, does Ford need that metal guy? Or fingers? Or anything and can't Stan just smash a little more? He needs to do it or else he's pretty sure he's going to explode. Its not a pretty sight, especially since Stan hasn't had the time to fully recharge his reserves just wakes up, does magic until he collapses, then repeats it the next time he wakes up again. Which is not good! That battery isn't safe for humans for a reason, and Stan relying on it is just making him sicker.

At that point it becomes a race to drill any rune into his skull before he gets burned out and dies. Extra angst if Ford hasn't discovered the wellspring yet, so its him, Fiddleford, Emma-May, and a sickly Stan living in Fords wagon on the run from both the wizard authorities hunting Ford down for suspected illegal wizarding and from the various parties interested in the first sorcerer in centuries. Stan's not helping here, as he's so far off the deep end he's barely coherent and just wants to keep breaking things. Spends the whole time tied up in the back and gagged while Fiddleford frantically tries to teach him anything.

As for a canon Stan sorcerer... hmm..

Stan doesnt click on the way up, but he's close to it. He's tired, exhausted, on the run and last bit of rope, but Ford needs him. Ford needs him, and Stan's going to help him. Going to go back, and they'll fix it and be brothers again. Just so long as he doesnt break anything else, not like everything else in his life he's touched.

So he gets there, and its mostly the same, except they get to the basement that is just humming and singing with magical runes and power, and Stan, who is so very close to taking that step, is transfixed by it. Lets assume magics gone mostly the same way, in that it faded, but unlike Princess Stan now its coming back. Its surging back to life, and wizards are already casting verbal spells but there hasn't been any sorcerers yet, because all the old bloodlines are so faded and dry there's nothing for the runes to click with.

Except now Stan's here, and for whatever reason he's managed to find himself with a huge magic reserve, and is a second away from clicking. And Ford is saying something, something important, and Stan's trying to listen, trying to finally be there for Ford, when he hears the 'first worthwhile thing in your life' and

BREAKS

Because really? this is it? This is all Ford wants from him? To go even further away? To never see him again? To swoop in and run an errand, then good bye Stan? Just call him like a dog, and not treat him like a brother? The one person Stan thought he ever had any kind of chance for some kind of positive relationship, and all Ford sees is someone to come and kick whenever it suits him.

And to top it all off, Stan's getting his brain blasted with some kind of deep truth about the universe, about how destruction and creation are interlinked and can't be defined or done without the other. Fords yelling about something and all Stan can see is that giant portal behind him. That giant portal that Ford cares more about than his own brother, his own family.

What would it look like if it fell to pieces?

Isn't even aware of what he's doing, Fords voice a distant buzz, just has his eyes locked on all those whispering runes and writing some weird symbol in the air and thinking about the whole thing coming apart.

Then it does, one screw and nail at a time, in the form of a golden glow thats coming from Stan and might be Stan? And Fords still yelling, but all Stan can see is the wave of metal parts crashing to the ground, and all he can feel is this deep warmth he hadn't realized was there before getting sucked out of him.

Then something hits him in the head and he blacks out. (its Ford, who saw all the yellow, saw Stan not reacting and using some kind of strange magic to tear apart his portal, and panicked hit Stan in the back of the head with the journal. That, combined with the huge amount of power Stan was pumping out to break the portal, just instantly ko'd him)

Since Stan was not accidentally draining himself or suffering mega trauma from a dragon slaughter, it does not take him three days to wake up. It takes him, like, ten minutes, and in that time Ford has already tied him up in a panic, because what? What was that? And also why and how dare he and really Stan! Always breaking things and what did Bill promise you! And Why did he want to break the portal because Fords really stumped on that one.

Stan has no idea what just happened, who Bill is, or if breaking the portal was good or bad. All he knows is that a sleep deprived scientist with only ten minutes does not make good knots, and he needs to write that funny symbol on as many things as possible pronto. Breaks out, instantly uses it on the nearest surface, gets whacked in the back of the head again. This loops at least two more times, before Stan finally yells at Ford for hitting him, and how he has no idea what his brothers talking about or whats happening just that he needs to write that symbol on as many things as possible, because its telling him to.

Now Fords dealing with a pissed off Bill and a baby sorcerer without knowing anything about how sorcerers work. Bill Knows though. Bill would be happy to take this one off his hands in fact. Stan broke his other portal, but he's pretty sure he can use him to make another one.

All he has to do is teach him the right rune after all, and unlike princess Stan Bill doesnt have to be nice :)

Hope that helps your brain space!

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weevil-writes · 4 months ago

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Am I annoying?

Rottmnt Leo x reader

Today, boys. Today is the day the last of few slivers of dignity I have left are ripped away from me. But hey, we all gotta post a character X reader at some point in our lives, right…? Right?

this is my first post. My first attempt at actually writing. So here goes.

warnings: none. I absolutely hate anything nsfw and will not ever post it. Just some angst, fluff. Unconfessed feelings.

…gosh.

When was the last time you slept?

Not last night. The night before was fitful and blurry and you weren’t sure you got any sleep then either.

It was noon now. And being awake for 32 straight now hit like a pile of bricks.

Dull pain echoed around your head and your limbs were sore. Occasional shivers and tremors ran through your body, and your hand would spasm and drop whatever it was you were holding.

Right now, you slowly climbed down the sewer ladder- on your way to your hangout you were invited to by the turtles today.

Despite having to share your conscience with insomnia, you felt so tired. But you could never fall asleep…

Head going slack for a moment, you momentarily closed your eyes…just a second, just one second………just-

Your sneaker slipped on one of the mossy ladder bars, and you nearly lost your grip.

Crap, I need sleep, you mumbled to yourself as you gripped onto the ladder, watching each slow and cautious step as you descended. If you had dozed off for a second longer, you would’ve fell down 15 feet.

You imagined the turtles grimacing at the sight of you splattered across the cement, having to scrape you off like a burnt pancake.

Gross. And humiliating, especially if Leo was there.

Your thoughts wandered as you lowered to the sewer ground, step by step.

Step by step. Step by-

Oh. Right. You’re on the ground now.

You walked the familiar route, crossing over a small bridge over flowing water and into a circular entrance.

You tried ignoring the million little thoughts prodding at your head, teasing you, patronizing you-

The homework due tomorrow, the essay that needed to be turned in on Friday- and it was Thursday, and you hadn’t even touched it!! Gosh, and that horrible grade you got today on the quiz, it would probably affect your grade report…

The familiar sounds of the lair grew louder as you drew nearer.

The volunteer work you promised to pitch in for, that you completely forgot about..dang it, I’m such a jerk! And you can’t just do it tomorrow, they would be done by now without you. Because you had school again.

That annoying cramp in your back, it wouldn’t go away, and it was growing stronger than your migraine… that gross splash of the sticky sewer puddle you stepped in that now clung to your brand new pants.

It was all itching at your bones, pulling at your nerves—

You finally walked into the lair/subway tunnel like you had a million times before. The familiar lights, posters, comic books and Lou jitsu memorabilia scattered all over the place. But it just made it worse. Everything felt so overstimulating. So, so- so much you can’t even think straight! How long have I slept? How? W Wh-

Leo, seeing you finally arrived, perked up from his spot on the beanbag and ran over to greet you. Never mind that you looked like you were run over by a subway train, he smiled wider than he ever had today! His heart did little flutters and he tried to think of a funny, witty thing to open with.

Grinning, he poked at your face and joked,

“Hey, someone’s looking grumpy~!”

You weren’t thinking straight, all you could process was Leo’s annoying quip and tease. It was the little butterfly that landed on the heap of Jenga blocks that sent it all crumbling down. In other words, your final straw had snapped.

“What dark cloud decided to hover ov-“

Before Leo could finish another cheeky tease, you cut him off in a frustrated, loud voice, almost a yell.

“ Will you shut up, for ONCE?”

Leo’s smile quickly fell.

He looked small, and confused, and guilty.

It had escaped, without a thought. You were overwhelmed. You covered your eyes and ran your hands over your face in exasperation.

Leo quickly stuttered out an apology.

“I-I, I’m sorry. S-sorry.”

He quickly walked away, out of sight. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

Once Leo made himself scarce, he let his mind wander. run a mile a minute.

Was that annoying?

‘For ONCE?’

….Was he…always annoying?

He loved teasing and prodding his brothers, sure. It was almost like a sport to him.

But you? No, he wanted you to admire him. He wanted to make you laugh and smile and he wanted to hear your rare obnoxious snort.

Maybe even try making your heart flutter. He tried so hard to fluster you, and yet you flustered him effortlessly. Just by looking at him and smiling.

And yet he let his false hope fall. He wanted your affection and love so much and yet he made himself look like an annoying jerk around you.

You never snapped at him like that.

Leo itched his neck, spacing out as he blankly stared at the wall. His lip wobbled at the thought of you, hating him. Please don’t hate him. Please please please.

You now stood alone, and the harshness of your own words just now hitting you.

No, nonono! That was so rude! That made it sound like you wanted him to shut it every time he started talking and joking around you! Which was the last thing you wanted. You could listen to him talk and laugh forever.

Rubbing the sleep and buzzing away from your eyes, you trudged around the lair- looking for Leo so you could apologize. You tried thinking of what to say, how to explain.

Really? You snapped because you were tired? Sounded like an excuse.

You rubbed the static off your arms as you tiredly swayed into the kitchen traincar. No, nobody was there. Dragging yourself into another hallway, you peered into their arcade filled with loud game machines and lights and lasers. It was a good thing you didn’t see Leo among the other three, because that was too much stimulation right now.

You stumbled into the entry of the dining car.

Then Leo’s room. Surprisingly, he wasn’t there.

Then Raph’s room.

Then Mikey’s.

Donnie’s.

The welding lab.

The bathroom.

Other bathroom.

Was he even in the lair? Did he leave…? Did you upset him that much? No, you never wanted to hurt Leo in any way.

Another yawn escaped for the 50th time. Your vision grew dark and blurry around the edges and sometimes little colorful spots would dance in edges of your eyes.

The projector room. Only splinter sat there on his recliner, dozing off.

The entrance again.

Why was being awake…so hard…?

Even though you thought it was a little disrespectful, anxiousness drove you to peer into splinter’s room.

No Leo.

You tripped on nothing as you wandered around pointlessly, disoriented.

Looking at the rooms you had already peered in through half open eyes, you spotted the tunnel entrance to a room you hadn’t thought of.

Dragging yourself into the car, you recognized the pipes and the washing and dryer machines. Stacks of towels and blankets and clothes. Chemicals and soaps and an ironing rack.

And Leo, with a miserable and contemplative face and wobbly expression, or lack of. He usually wore the flashiest grin, but now he looked null and void.

He sat among soft blankets and towels, but he didn’t hear you enter.

So you called out to him to grab his attention. Or mumbled.

“….Leo…hey…”

He looked up, flinching at hearing his name. How did you sneak up on him? That was his thing!

His bandana that covered his non-existent brows rose apologetically. Like he was about to say sorry again.

Hold on. Time out- just-

You couldn’t hold up anymore. Your legs buckled uselessly underneath and you crumpled to the ground. Ironically missing the plush piles of blankets and fabrics and instead hitting the cold tiles.

Leo jumped over to you, scrambling in a small panic and pulling you up.

“Hey, h-hey! Are you ok? What’s going on? Wake up!”

He shook you in his arms, hoping for an answer now.

You very slowly opened your eyes halfway and tried sitting up.

“….I-I’m…. So tired, Leo….and I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to yell. I didn’t- I-I’m…I’m so, just, stimulated, too, too much is going on. I’m sorry.”

Leo’s expression somehow grew even more miserable. But instead in empathy, watching tears of exhaustion forming at the corners of your eyes.

“Hey, it’s ok. I understand, ok? Relax…You need to take a nap.”

He gave you a small smile before he grabbed a warm blanket and tenderly wrapped it around you.

You tried mumbling incoherent objections and “I can do it myself”s, but he only shushed you and picked you up like a bride.

Effortlessly carrying you into his room, he gently placed down on the bed and sat next to you awkwardly.

“…you need a nap, so don’t even try escaping.”

He gave you a quick teasing glare, but it only lasted a moment before his expression softened and he brushed a couple strands away from your face.

his face grew warm and pinkish, which was strange for someone with green skin.

“…do you want anything? I-I’ll just let you sleep in peace-

But before he could stand up, you wrapped your arms around him with what strength you had left and latched on.

“…don’t, don’t go…please…”

You rubbing your face against his shell only served to weaken his knees and prevent him from going anywhere.

“…I-I- ok…”

He smiled and laid down next to you, leaving a reasonable space between you both.

But still pretty close. Pulling out his phone, he started playing some Jupiter Jim spin-off cartoon.

You scooted and shuffled closer, as if you couldn’t properly see the phone screen. But it was his warmth by his side you were after, because your eyes skimmed over the animation on his phone without a thought.

He glanced at you, then back at his phone. He couldn’t stop that stupid warmth from leaving his cheeks, but he didn’t exactly hate this, either. In fact, he had dreamed of a moment like this.

Except he wished you weren’t sleep deprived and on the brink of shutting down.

But it didn’t take long for you to be fast asleep, nestled right into his side.

He admired your peaceful face. Heck, you didn’t even have to be conscious to fluster him!

He turned his gaze back to his phone, watching the episode but still thinking about you.

And how tired he was.

When was the last time He slept?

Yawn.

His eyelids grew too heavy and he dropped his phone.

It was 20 minutes until Raph found you both, tucked in like lovey cats.

He cooed and tried not to squeal in adoration. He quickly whipped out his phone, silently taking a picture from every angle.

And once he was done, he left Leo’s car to tell everyone to quiet down.

And to entertain them with the cutest pictures ever.

hope you enjoyed! please PLEASE let me know if there are spelling grammar mistakes!

@likablemuffin hey it’s me! Anon! I made a blog wahoo

#Rottmnt x reader #rottmnt Leo x reader #leo x reader #reader x leo #Reader x rottmnt #Reader x rottmnt leo #Weevilwrites

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mitternacht · 3 months ago

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I’m back again with some ranting/thoughts about Fuuta, his character, and current mental state based on the T3 teaser because I could write essays upon essays analyzing this guy and I’m also tired of some of the takes I’ve been seeing about him on the bird app that solely blame Amane for his current state. (TW for brief sui. mention, talks of mental illness/delusions)

Starting off strong and controversial maybe but I can’t state enough how much I hate the “Fuuta killed Shidou” theory because it would be a complete assassination of Fuuta’s character. The entire point of his murder was that it was indirect and he has stated multiple times that he can’t stand physical violence. It makes no sense that he would up and kill someone now, even with how departed from reality he’s become. Now, him indirectly helping cause Shidou’s death is a gray area. I genuinely don’t think Fuuta would consciously assist with this, but he’s so far gone at this point I can’t say there’s zero chance he would. But as far as Fuuta carrying out the act, absolutely not.

Now the biggest point I want to make and talk about, is that Fuuta has been exhibiting signs of psychosis since his T2 interrogation. It’s already clear from the T3 teaser that it’s gotten progressively worse and he’s now completely dependent on and enthralled to religious delusion, which is a common symptom of psychosis. None of this was Amane’s fault, mind you. She’s always been very open about her faith and Fuuta developed this religion-based delusion all on his own, he was already at his breaking point so it’s not really a surprise that he’s reached this point. It’s driving me insane that anyone is blaming Amane for these changes in Fuuta’s personality, and not understanding how severe an effect Milgram itself has had on Fuuta who was already not a very mentally strong individual.

And even then on top of his poor mental state, the huge amounts of physical pain he’s likely still been dealing with are probably not doing him any favors. You do not have consistently coherent thoughts with that much chronic pain and no relief for it.

Now the presence of hundreds of eyes in Backdraft, Fuuta stating in his T2 interrogation that he can’t sleep (sleep deprivation being another cause of psychosis) because he feels like he’s being watched (perhaps causing hyper-vigilance) and hearing voices (which seems to affect him more strongly than any other character who’s mentioned the voices), the physical trauma he endured, the mention of “succumbing” (aka killing himself) in Backdraft, his sudden mood swings/random aggression and disordered speech in his T2 interrogation, like it’s. All telltale signs of psychosis and religious delusion was almost always going to be the next step unless he succumbed to despair and died. Again, at no fault of Amane’s. Fuuta needed something to cling to, and he found it.

T3 Fuuta is going to be extremely detached from reality and is likely going to have delusions of grandeur or a superiority complex as well, since those commonly come along with religious delusion. I’m almost resigning myself for him get a Guilty verdict for T3 because it’s going to be a massive shift from the character we know and Es is probably going to have an extremely difficult time trying to communicate with and understand him as he is, which might be frustrating to people. All of this combined with his strong sense of justice is…. likely going to go badly for him in terms of winning us over to vote him Innocent. I’m expecting a similar reaction as T1 Muu to T2 Muu honestly, I feel like it’s going to be a similar kind of shift in character.

Not to mention. How do we think he’s going to react to Mahiru’s death by the way. Not great I’m sure.

Anyways. At the end of the day I’ve loved breaking down Fuuta’s character since T1, he is so much fun to dissect and he has consistently seemed to be the character most heavily and negatively affected by Milgram’s environment which is so fascinating to me. I’m really excited to see where they go from here with him.

I do also adore the 0308 sibling dynamic even though I desperately wish Amane had a mentally competent adult in her environment that she trusts because she desperately needs one. The toxic codependency they’ve probably formed is going to be hard to watch as well.

#I’m tired….. I’m so tired #I will be Fuuta’s strongest soldier because he’s actually one of the best written characters people just don’t dig that deep on him #I understand not being able to look past his crime because yeah. it was bad it was fucked up nobody is denying that.#and this isn’t to coddle him or be like poor baby who can do no wrong #but as a character he is so. he’s such a fascinating critter I love him #I’m dissecting him under my microscope #if fuuta has no fans I’m dead #anyways #fuuta nation we’re in for a rough one I think #fuuta kajiyama #milgram

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gotham--fc · 24 days ago

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Dormir - A Marie-Philip Poulin and Laura Stacey Imagine

Another part of my Poulin/Stacey x teenage!reader series! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here

This one is pretty short and mostly Laura heavy which I know the last one kinda was too, so I promise the next one will be more Pou based

Summary: Y/N stays up late to finish homework while she's at team Canada camp and learns that's not a good idea

It’s one essay, Y/N thought, how long can it take to write five pages?

It turns out, it takes longer than the hour before lights out that Y/N allotted for her homework. Erin comes in just before ten and starts getting ready for bed.

“You going to sleep?” Erin asks.

“Yeah,” Y/N answers, “Soon. I just gotta finish this essay.”

“We’ve got a full day tomorrow,” Erin says, “Double workout.”

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N says, “I’m almost done. You go ahead and turn off the lights when you’re ready, I’ll be done asap.”

“Okay,” Erin says, “Don’t stay up too late.”

And really, it depends on what you mean by ‘too late’. It’s not like she pulled an all nighter, she got three, maybe four hours of sleep. And it’s fine, her essay is done which means she won’t be docked marks for handing it in late. Her teacher is a hard ass, she doesn’t get any leeway for being away with the national team. If anything, the teacher is more strict with her than anyone else.

In the morning, Erin shakes her awake. Y/N jumps, disoriented.

“You slept through your alarm,” Erin says, “I snoozed it for you because I know you were tired, but then you just kept sleeping through the snoozes, and we’re going to be late for breakfast if you don’t get up soon.”

“Oh,” Y/N yawns, “Thanks. I’m good.”

She is, notably, not good. Getting out of bed and getting dressed is a monumental effort. She throws on team issued sweats and a hoodie, not feeling up for anything else. She pulls the hood up as her and Erin head down for breakfast.

Y/N tends to alternate where she sits, unlike some of the girls who always sit together. Today, Y/N ignores the group of players calling her over, and heads to the ‘quiet table’. It mostly consists of the older players who don’t feel like playing around early in the mornings, and the moms who don’t currently have their kids and need a break from parenting.

She shovels a few bites of cereal into her mouth, even though she feels way too tired to lift her spoon over and over. She’s resting on her hand, almost asleep again, when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“You feeling okay?” Laura asks. Y/N hums and nods. “You sure?”

“This is what happens when you don’t sleep,” Erin says. Y/N’s head shoots up as she gives Erin a glare.

“Quoi?” Marie says, sitting next to Y/N, “Why didn’t you sleep?”

“I slept!” Y/N insists, “I stayed up a little later than normal to finish my essay! It’s not my fault Erin goes to bed at 6pm like a grandma!”

“When did you go to bed?” Laura asks, sitting on Y/N’s other side.

“It wasn’t that late–”

“It was 4am,” Erin says. Again, Y/N shoots her a glare.

“How would you know? You were asleep!”

“I woke up when you were getting into bed, I looked at the clock, it was 4am.”

“Y/N!” Marie admonishes, “That’s way too late! What were you thinking?”

Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever hated anyone more than she hates Erin right now.

“Why didn’t you ask for help with your essay?” Laura asks, gentler than Marie, “We would’ve helped you finish it.”

“I didn’t need help! I finished it and I’m fine! Why can’t any of you just let me live?!”

Y/N leaves her half finished bowl of cereal and storms out.

***

Later, Y/N climbs onto the bus after everyone else. She sits alone at the front, hood pulled up and headphones in. She’s only found herself feeling worse as the day goes on, feeling tired and annoyed, and mostly just wanting to go back to bed. They have a double today, a gym workout followed by on ice practice, and Y/N just knows it’s going to suck. So she’s not in the mood to deal with anyone else lecturing her.

Someone sits in the empty seat beside her and she glares over at whoever it is. It’s Laura, and she smiles at Y/N. Y/N turns back to the window. A few seconds later, Y/N feels a hand start to rub between her shoulders. Y/N looks back at Laura who is still looking at her. Laura smiles again.

As the bus starts to drive away, the vibration of the bus and Laura’s hand on her shoulders starts to lull Y/N to sleep. She tries to fight it, jerking her head back up every time it falls, and then Laura is tugging Y/N down until her head rests on Laura’s shoulder, and Y/N is out like a light.

When she wakes up, it’s to Laura’s voice.

“Come on sleepy head,” Laura is saying, “We gotta go practice.”

Y/N groans, rubs her eyes, and follows Laura without thinking. Y/N realizes too late that they’re not heading to the gym. Laura leads Y/N to the makeshift training room. There are no trainers in the room, and Y/N furrows her brow.

“Marie explained to the coaching staff that you’ve been swamped with homework lately, and they agreed you need rest so you won’t get hurt. They said you can skip the gym and sleep in here until we get on the ice.”

“Why?” Y/N says, “I thought… I thought you were gonna make it do it anyway. Because I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Laura says firmly but softly, “You’re young and you made a mistake and it’s not right for us to make you even more miserable. We should’ve been better at helping you, teaching you how to be a professional athlete. And you really can get hurt if you’re tired, and that’s the last thing we want.”

“I didn’t mean to be so mean,” Y/N says quietly, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“No one hates you, and we know you didn’t mean it,” Laura pulls Y/N into a side hug. “Now go get to sleep.”

Laura makes a move to leave, but Y/N stops her.

“Will you stay? Until I fall asleep?”

“Of course I will,” Laura says, “Whenever you need me.”

#marie philip poulin #laura stacey #marie philip poulin x reader #laura stacey x reader #marie philip poulin x laura stacey x reader #woho #pwhl #woho imagine #hockey rpf #womens hockey rpf

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heelovver · 1 year ago

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~Super shy~

Hi~ ❤︎₊ ⊹

I ’m new here, hopefully you enjoy my writing thanks for reading

Pairing: EnemySunghoon x reader/afab

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers

Summery: Sunghoon and you have been enemies since childhood. Sunghoon was always rude to all the girls, and you always defended them. Sunghoon can’t stand fake girls who look for his attention that’s why he bothers you so much. You don’t treat him like a piece of meat. He only has eyes for you but you only know how to talk his ears off so he has to stop it somehow.

Warning: sexual themes, fingering, unprotected sex (rap it before you tap it), making out.

Not proofread

~❤︎~ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧ ‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ₊ ˚‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧˚₊‧~❤︎~

Life since childhood has always been interesting. You always had good friends. You were well known and respected. You always did your best and acted accordingly. There is just one thing that has always bothered you. Park Sunghoon and his stupid face, stupid grades, and stupid attitude. You always came second place from him. He didn’t even try so why can’t you beat him. He just sleeps and you study your ass off day and night. He wasn’t even nice and everyone liked him while you had to suck up and fake it. Him and his stupid attitude towards everything. “Good job Sunghoon you got the highest graded essay.” “Thanks I guess”

It was a typical Friday evening 6:43PM to be exact. You just wanted to get your lecture over with and go home to sleep before the weekend. So why at this moment do you want to kick Park Sunghoon right in the balls. He is staring at you with that same old smirk he always had. It just so happens Sunghoon has to have the same class. Being the last person to leave due to taking extra notes. You pack your bag and head out. Standing there blocking the door not letting you leave. “Hey miss second place” he says while smirking. That stupid nickname he’d given you since elementary school all the way until now, college. “Go away idiot.” You reply glaring up at him. “Why do you try so hard when you know you can’t beat me darling?” You chose to ignore him and step on his feet. “Ouch” he bite his lip in pain. “Move or I’ll do way worse than that.” “So much attitude when I’m just trying to wish you luck on the exam. I Which you’ll need it.” Pissed you shove him away and speed walk to your car. Getting into your car driving away furious. “His Stupid, stupid, stupid smirk. Don’t let him in your head he just wants to get under your skin you’re way too old to fall for his stupid tricks.”

Saturday a night of studying in the library. Waking up then doing nothing the whole day made you feel lazy. Study was your only way of being productive. Sitting in the back studying for your upcoming exam. You feel someone sit next to you. “Miss second place studying on the weekend typical when you have no life.” Sunghoon sits grabbing onto the book you were reading. “Leave me alone or I swear I’ll mess that pretty face of yours up.” You tried to grab your book back. “You think I’m pretty thanks” he lifts the book out of your reach. You sit with your knees on the couch turning to him reaching for your book. “This is what happens when you never drink your milk in middle school.” Your face turns serious. Leaning back he toys with the book in front of your face. You harshly push him down to try and grab your book back. With that you fall in between his legs, your hands beside his head, face to face in shock. “S-sorry.” You say after what felt like hours which really was 4 seconds. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you both up. “Here” he looks up and sees your pout the kind of pout that makes Sunghoon flustered. He hands you your book and leaves. “Why is my heart beating so much and why did his stupid eyes look so so- shut up don’t think about that back to studying” you think to yourself before plugging your EarPods on playing your playlist and studying.

It was the day of the exam. You feel so tired from your late night study sech. Your handed your test looking at it and thinking it’s easy. “Thank god I studied” you thought to yourself. An hour passed your almost done just 14 questions left. From the corner of your eyes you see someone stand up handing in their test. Of course it was Sunghoon. Him and his idgaf face walking out of the class after handing in his paper. “How did he finish so fast. What a show off” you thought to yourself before rushing. “5 minutes left” your professor yelled warning everyone. Your focus gone over thinking every question you answered. “Fuck only 5 minutes and 3 questions left.” You muttered then bit your lips and answered with the best of your abilities. “Please hand in your exams placing them on my desk.” You stand up knowing you didn’t even get to do your best. Thinking “I did all that studying for nothing” feeling overwhelmed you packed your bags slowly. Tears threatening to spill out. Being last again in the class you didn’t care and tears started streaming out. “Stupid Sunghoon who only needs an hour when I can’t even finish within the time.” You muttered wiping your tears. You walked towards the door opening it just for somebody to block your way. Looking up it was of course Sunghoon. “We already know you got second plac-.” He looks down at you. You and your teary eyes, tear stained cheeks and that pout.

It’s always that stupid pout on your face that makes him dizzy and flustered. Ever since you guys were young one look at your face and he’d felt like the worst person in the world. He never told you of course. He was supposed to like being your #1 hated person, you guys are enemies. Why did he feel so guilty though why must he want to cheer you up.

Flashback: “hey can I play with you” Yunjin asked Sunghoon. “No” “Hey! you’re supposed to share” you yelled after seeing Yunjin cry. “I don’t want to” Sunghoon gave you a smug look. “My mom said sharing is caring!” Yunjin shouted. “I don’t care so I won’t share.” Sunghoon replied making Yunjin cry to you even more. “It’s okay Yunjin I’ll talk to him” you leave Yunjin and walk up to Sunghoon. “What do you want miss second place.” He stuck his tongue out looking at you. “Please let Yunjin play on the slide too.” You pout up at him. Sunghoon flushed in red “Fine but I’m not going to play with her.” Sunghoon walks away.

“That stupid, stupid, stupid pout. You know that was the first time I admitted I liked you to myself.” Looking up at him pouting even more so. “Liked” Sunghoon wipes the tear threatening to come out. “Yeah because right at this moment. I’ve decided I don’t want to hurt you anymore. All that enemies shit is stupid if it’s just going to hurt the girl I love.” He leans his face down so close you feel like you can’t breathe. “May I” he asks. “No you may not. How can I be the girl you love. All you do is bother me. You call me names like miss second place. You make me feel worse about myself. All I ever wanted was to be better than you so don’t act like this. Don’t make me act like this.” Sunghoon backs you up onto the door pinning your wrist above your head. “Act like what” he asks still inches away from your face. “Like a hopeless romantic. I don’t want to love you. You’ve only ever were rude to me. I can’t I won’t I will never accept thi-.” Sunghoon closes the gap and kisses you passionately. In shock you try to free your hands from his grasp. Sunghoon stops kissing you “That’s for making me hate you.” He kisses you again but rougher. “That’s for making me crazy over you.” He kisses you again gently. “That’s just because I wanted to.” He lets go of your wrists. You look up at him embarrassed and flustered. “You’re so annoying, how can you still win first at being a good kisser.” You hit him on the chest before wrapping your arms around his neck. You hide your face next to his neck. “I hate the way I’m in love with you when you make me so angry.” You move to look at him and pout. Sunghoon smiles at your cuteness. “Why don’t you take that anger out on me then.” He places his hands on your waist while you turn bright red. “Why so shy now. You always knew how to put your mouth into good use.” You hit him again but he caught your wrist. “You’re such a perv.” You walk out of the hallway Sunghoon following behind. “So are we a thing or what?” Sunghoon caught up interlocking your hands. “I guess we can be.” You answer not looking at him but already knowing he has his stupid smirk painted on his face.

A month has passed since all that hating nonsense. “I don’t wanna study I wanna shove my tongue down your throat.” Sunghoon sighs laying down onto the bed. “If you behave maybe I’ll let you.” You say then go back to reading. “Why do we need to study when we always place top anyways.” he looks at you playing with your hair still lying down. “You always place first I’m second.” “So, you’re first in my heart.” Sunghoon gets up giving you a goofy smile. “First off cringe and second shut up I really need to study.” “So mean” He grabs onto your book throwing it somewhere in his room. “Hey I told you I need to study for the anatomy tes-.” He grabbed you pulling you to straddle him. “You can study me. I’ll help. Touch me anywhere you want.” No longer serious but instead embarrassed you look away. “Fine you don’t want to study me I’ll study you.” He flips you both him now on top. He removes your his hoodie and your short shorts. “This part” he stops licking his fingers sliding them inside your shorts. “It’s the clitoris it contains more than 10,000 nerves. So when I do this.” He rubs your clit in circle making you slightly moan. “You turn into such a slut for me no matter how much you hate it.” He smirks looking at your expression. “This part is your vagina.” He shoves two fingers in without warning. “Sunghoon” you moan out gripping onto his biceps. “Yes baby” he looks down at you with his messy hair falling down. “This has nothing to do with the test.” You say whining. “Just for ruining the mood I’m gonna fuck you until you forget everything you to studied.” He leans down kissing you and shoving his fingers into you repeatedly. His tongue exploring every crevice of the inside of your mouth. You suck onto his tongue moaning. He adds a third finger fastening his pace. You arch your back subconsciously about to cum. “You gotta wait for me darling.” Sunghoon smirks at your annoyed face. Removing his fingers then sucking them. “You’re so gross.” You say looking at him in awe. He takes off your shorts along with your bra eyeing you the whole time. “Not fair I wanna see you too.” You pout at him knowing it’ll work. Sunghoon takes off all his clothing. “Better?” You replied by nodding yes. “We don’t need protection do we. Since I’m always first place I’ll get a good job you can stay home and take care of the kids, right? You wanna be stuffed to the brim with my cum don’t you. I wanna impregnate you so bad so everybody knows you’re all mine.” You groan rubbing your thighs together. “Just hurry and fuck me you’re so annoying.” “Since you asked me so nicely.” Sunghoon slides his dick between your folds. “Such a tea-.” Without warning he thrusts in making you gasp. His dick hitting all the right places made you clench. “Fu-fuck don’t do that I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep clenching.” Unable to control yourself you just moan. “So tight no matter how much I fuck you.” His right hand starts to pinch your nipple while his left rubs your clit. “Sungh- ahh too much.” He leans down sucking your sweet spot on your neck. Marking you with hickeys that’ll stay for days before replacing them again. You arch your back subconsciously too overwhelmed with pleasure you cum. Sunghoon cumming not too short later filling you up to the brim. Sunghoon fucks the mixture of both your cum that has been spilling out back into you. “Cumming first still makes you miss second place.” Sunghoon smirks.

#sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff

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written-and-readen · 18 days ago

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a/n: It’s almost finals week and I have essays to do. This is extremely self indulgent.

“You should take a break.” Even with Tsuchigomori’s desk bordering yours and him watching you intently, you pay him no heed, too busy hunched over a pile of essays.

“I’m fine,” You mutter, focusing every shred of your waning attention on your work. Your head is lowered over the pages as if being closer to what you’re reading will improve your focus, and the comments you’re writing have slowly devolved into chicken scratch.

You’re broken out of your trance when Tsuchigomori’s hand reaches over to move aside some of your hair that had shielded your face from his view, tucking it behind your ear. The action effectively has your eyes shifting to him as his hand lingers. You want to chide him for distracting you, but instead a sigh passes through your lips.

“Alright, I’ll take a break.”

“Good,” He replies, pulling away from you. Standing with a stretch, you walk over to the couch in the teachers’ lounge. It’s short so you curl up in order to lie on your side, but within seconds of getting settled, your eyelids feel heavy. The room fades in and out of focus as you bat sleep away at first, but your eyes can’t help but eventually close.

When they open again, you’re shifting your position, still far too tired to get up. Amidst the dreary state of your mind, you notice the white coat draped over your form. You glance over at Tsuchigomori who’s still working with his back to you. A small smile tugs at your lips before sleep overtakes you once more.

#We are so back guys #written by ray #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #tbhk x reader #tsuchigomori #tsuchigomori x reader

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vhagarlovebot · 2 years ago

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THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE.

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

summary: you’ve been in love with aemond targaryen ever since your second year at boarding school, the only problem is that he doesn’t know it and you’ve never been good at lying to him.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, pining, hurt/comfort, love confessions, mentions of alcohol, swearing, basically two idiots in love. it is a little bit long.

note: hello, lovely reader ! i just want to say a few things before you start reading. this was one of my first works here on this app but in a different blog way back when i used to write for the marauders. this was actually written thinking about remus lupin and i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

THE GREAT HALL IS A MESS in the morning and does not help with the migraine you woke up with, therefore you can’t focus on an essay that’s due today. it does not help that your friends are laughing and talking with each other either, it’s not like you’re good at paying attention to one thing when there’s a lot going on right next to you, so your attention shifts away to them not really listening to what they’re saying.

you’re still with your hands on your head looking directly at the book you have in front, trying to sort out the mess, when cregan’s voice startles you.

“you alright, love?” he asks from his seat in front of you, the hint of a smirk on his face.

“jus’ trying to finish this essay.” you say softly, closing the book and rubbing your tired eyes with the palm of your hand.

“i thought you finished it last night.” baela says, turning her head, body facing cregan. “you need help?”

“not really,” you give her a tired smile. “m’just tired, i didn’t sleep well last night.”

whatever baela says you can’t hear it because from the corner of your eyes you see aemond’s tall body getting closer to the table and sitting next to you. twenty minutes ago he was sitting at that same spot but left without saying a word, causing everyone to worry.

“here,” aemond gives you something, looking down you see a white pill in his open palm. “s’going to make you feel better.”

you don’t say anything, you just stare at those bright blue eyes and blushed cheeks. and he stares back, not paying attention to anyone but you.

you didn’t think aemond could do anything else to show how much he cares about you, but you were proved wrong. something as simple as this has your heart beating fast and tears filling your eyes, and you’re extra aware that he can hear the thump thump thump of your heart as much as you can see the frown that has taken over his face.

and you’re also aware your friends are watching, so you take a deep breath and the pill still sitting on his hand.

“always taking care of me, aem, thank you.” you mumble, laying your head on his shoulder.

you walk slowly through the halls, head in the clouds.

you were able to finish the essay on time, the migraine long gone, and the only reason you managed to do it was thanks to aemond because if he hadn’t gone to the infirmary then you’d still be sitting in the great hall eating your brains out.

at the thought of your best friend a smile makes its way on your face.

ever since you have known aemond he’s always been extra careful with you, extra attentive, extra caring. and you’re pretty sure it started during second year in boarding school when your parents sent you a letter saying they would not be home for christmas, which meant you had nowhere to go and no other option but to stay at the school alone. aemond was sitting close to you that day and saw the way you tried to hide your sadness with a small smile but weren’t able to keep the tears from falling, and when you left in such a hurry that you didn’t notice you had dropped the letter on your way out, that’s exactly when he decided to persuade his friends to stay. he didn’t mind lying or spending christmas at the school, he just wanted to see the pretty girl smile again.

you met the targaryens on christmas day your second year at boarding school when they were some of the few students who stayed too, and it was one of the best thing that ever happened in your life.

you fell in love with aemond targaryen on christmas day your second year at boarding school, though at that time you didn’t know and refused to accept it until fifth year.

you two fell into a routine in which you were a walking mess and he was right there next you ready to help you, or be a mess with you. always making sure you eat all your meals after he saw how on fourth year you stopped going to breakfast choosing to go straight to classes and how you always stayed at the library until there was no one left, so you were free to go to your dorm without worried glances from your friends. that was until you came down from the girls dormitories one morning, knowing everyone was at the great hall, everyone except aemond who was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs with an apple and a juice box in his right hand, and a shy smile on his face. always making sure you understood everything your professors said. always waiting for you after one particular class you two did not share once he witnessed some girls being mean to you. and you were always happy to lie next to him when he was feeling grouchy and scared, giving him comforting words and tracing the scar on his face, making him hide under his pillow with blushed cheeks; he looked after you and you looked after him, that’s your friendship. you always tried to convince yourself it was just a friend worrying for a friend, when in fact you were head over heels in love with the boy.

there have been a few occasions where all you wanted to do was tell him how much you love him; a lot more than a best friend should love her best friend. but every time you decided to finally do it, still afraid you would ruin the friendship but unable to hide how much you were feeling, something that would leave you with scattered pieces of your heart in your hands happened. because with each passing year while the feeling inside of you grew, and it grew and it grew, aemond showed you he didn’t feel the same way. and you knew he never did it on purpose, how could he if he didn’t know you were in love with him while he snogged different girls, running to talk to you about it and breaking your heart. you didn’t think you’d hate lying so much, but every time he sought advice from you, you hated every word that came out of your mouth, you hated the forced smile on your face, you hated how your eyes welled up with tears when he told you alys rivers stopped him after classes to tell him how handsome he looked that day, batting her eyelashes then coyly hiding behind her books. you hate how your chest physically aches when there is a party in the common hall because it means you’d have to see him flirt with a different girl all night. and that’s exactly why you stopped going to parties, giving a different excuse every time someone asked.

so you convinced yourself that everything you could ever have from aemond is his everlasting friendship. and that is better than not having aemond at all.

your walk comes to a stop when you see your friends sitting in the grass at the rugby pitch, in the distance cregan is giving his team a talk before the game, looking rather annoyed.

“cregan’s going to kill you if you don’t take this game seriously.” you say looking at your raven-haired friend, tossing your bag and sitting next to helaena. at this, jace throws you a half-eaten chocolate before taking his things and jogging to his friend.

“where were you?” baela asks, titling her head.

“professor gerardys wanted help with something, i said yes for a few extra points.” you shrug, bringing the chocolate to your mouth while looking around. instant regret crosses your features at the sight of your best friend sitting a few meters away with a bunch of people, his arm around alys river’s shoulders.

luke follows your gaze. “it looks like she finally took the courage to ask him out.”

“she asked him out!?” your voice comes out a little too loud for your liking and you really don’t like the look of pity that comes into your girl friends eyes. “well, it was about damn time.” you chuckle, though your friends know the reality behind those words.

“you coming tonight?” helaena asks, changing the subject and rubbing your arms, but looking straight ahead to baela, who is making fun of something luke said. “i think it’ll make you feel better,” her smile is pleading. “y´know you need it, forget the books for one night.”

you look at aemond one more time. “i think i deserve it.”

you are laughing as baela explains to two boys how jace was the one who helped win the match. “no, no! you don’t understand how important it is that jace did that,” she exclaims. “if he had gone to the left, then we wouldn’t be here.” the silver-haired shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink.

“i think they get it, baels.” you roll your eyes, rubbing shoulders with her. “don’t you, boys?” they nod eagerly, hiding their faces behind the cups filled with liquor.

your conversation is interrupted by someone leaning against the wall next to you. “hey, you.” aemond speaks after a moment of silence. “i didn’t think you’d be coming.”

“if you want i can go back to my dorm.” you mumble, trying to avoid his gaze. you know you shouldn’t be so cold with him, after all he’s done nothing to have you reacting this way, at least not something he’s aware of.

“that’s not what i said.” you’re not looking at him but you can sense the frown on his face. “i’m happy you’re here, i can’t remember when was the last time we party together.”

“well, i’m here now.” you clear your throat. “were you with alys rivers today?” you definitely shouldn’t have asked, you don’t even want to talk about it. you would rather hear about how jace is the best player on his team than to hear about how the older girl is stealing your best friend’s heart when you wish you were her. you want your heart to stop hurting and your mind to stop creating scenarios in which it is you who’s feeling the warm emanating from his body, the owner of his laugh… his heart.

“you saw us?” he doesn’t sound surprised.

“s’not like you two were being quiet.” you shrug, taking a sip of your beer.

“we all saw you.” baela explains, interrupting the conversation in your favor. “are you two like… together?” she asks what’s been going through your mind all day but were too afraid to ask.

aemond goes silent and all the blood leaves your face. that’s it, this is the final confirmation you needed to let aemond go—not like he was yours to lose—and you don’t want to hear it. your heart has been crushed so many times through the years you don’t think you could handle it one more time.

you straighten your shoulders and smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “if you’ll excuse me.” you try to fight the feeling that has settled in your belly, pushing away the pain in your chest, but it gets harder every second. you would think time would make it easier.

you try to hide the sound of your heart breaking by walking away, but aemond is having none of it. he grabs your wrist and you’re forced to stay right where you are. but you’re afraid. you fear that the longer you spend with aemond, the more emotionally unstable you become, eventually exposing yourself and your true feelings.

baela excuses herself, leaving you and your best friend alone, though the common hall is full, it feels like it is just the two of you.

“are you feeling alright?” he asks, confused. “you want me to go to the infirmary again? i’m sure they will ha—”

“jus’ stop it!” you cut him off, pushing him away.

he whispers your name. “i’m just trying to—”

“i didn’t ask you.”

“well, ouch.” aemond takes a step back, looking at you like you have two heads coming out of your body. “i know you didn’t ask me, but i want to.”

“m’not your fucking problem.” you mutter bitterly to yourself, but he hears it.

“did i do something to upset you?” he asks, genuinely worried. you can see the gears moving inside his head, like he’s really trying to remember what did he do.

you know you’re acting this way guided by your feelings and aemond has nothing, but everything actually, to do with it.

you take a deep breath. “i’m sorry, i’m not feeling well today.” you shake your head, taking two careful steps towards him. “you did nothing. i just need to lay down, i’ll see you in the morning.” you assure him with a smile.

but again, he’s grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “i can go up with you.”

“you should worry about your girlfriend.” you nod, looking over his shoulder at alys rivers, who’s not even trying to hide the scowl on her face.

he doesn’t even look. “but you need me.”

he doesn’t deny it.

aemond doesn’t deny she’s his girlfriend.

“i don’t need you.” you get out of his grip and he doesn’t stop you.

once you are out of sight, you let all the tears fall.

you don’t know what time it is, but you still hear the music echoing. sighing, you roll on your back ready to go back to sleep when you hear what woke you up again. you can barely hear the thud coming from outside the dorm and the first thing that comes into your mind is that one of the girls is trying to open the door but is too drunk to do it, so you get out of bed.

there is, indeed, someone drunk behind the door. but this person has silver hair and blue eyes that, you are sure, look into your soul.

you suddenly remember you cried yourself to sleep and if he weren’t too drunk he’d notice how red your eyes are.

“what are you doing here, aemond?” you ask, helping him to his feet and inside your dorm.

“why do you hate me so much?” he drags the words, and you can smell the whisky every time he opens his mouth.

“i don’t hate you, silly.” you couldn’t help but laugh, carrying him to your bed. “maybe i do hate you a little bit right now. how much did you drink?”

“don’t know, lost the count.” he smiles while looking at you. “would you lay down with me?”

“okay, jus’ let me take off your shoes.” he keeps staring at you while you help him get rid of his jacket and shoes, he even smiles every time you make eye contact.

once you’re lying on your bed again, aemond turns to you. “why were you crying?” it doesn’t surprise you, really, he’s always been extra observant.

“i had a bad migraine.” you shrug, avoiding his gaze. but his slender fingers on your chin make you look directly at him. you try to steady your heart, pounding in your chest so hard you know he can hear it.

“yea’ right.” aemond mocks you. “after that pill i gave you this morning there’s no way you still had it.”

“maybe it wasn’t as effective as you thought.”

“would you stop for a second?” he grimaces, bringing his hands to his temple. “i can’t think straight and you already have my mind going in circles.”

“what does that mean?”

he sighs, caressing your cheek. “you don’t even notice.”

“notice what?” you ask, confused. he’s drunk and talking nonsense, and having him so close to you isn’t helping.

“that i’m—” he whispers, not breaking eye contact, air tick between the two of you. a part of you hopes his next words are the ones you were dying to hear for so long. you also hope you’re not dreaming when you see him lower his gaze to your lips. you’re extra aware of the proximity, you feel his breath on your face, combination of alcohol, cigarettes and just aemond. he parts his lips and you instantly close your eyes. “m’going to be sick.”

“what?” you open your eyes only to miss his warmth.

aemond rushes to the bathroom, face pale. you know he’s throwing up before you even get out of bed, and it doesn’t take long for you to be by his side.

aemond whines when you try to get closer, a wet cloth in hand. “don´t.”

“i’ll always hold your hand, aem.” you whisper, reminding him of the words he’s said to you a bunch of times. when you get closer again he doesn’t say anything and just lets you do your thing. “this is goin’ to make you feel better.” you say quietly, filling a glass of water and kneeling beside him.

aemond groans, resting against the wall behind him. you do the same. “you know,” he turns his head to you. “you are really, really pretty.”

your cheeks go red immediately and you know aemond notices that too, so you try to look somewhere else but his hands on your jaw don’t let you. and so you find yourself looking straight into his blue eyes, full of something you can’t figure it out. but he stares at you for a long time, or maybe it's just seconds, but you feel like he spends hours smiling at you with his eyes slightly closed, like you’re going to vanish if he stops and leave him there on the bathroom floor feeling pathetic.

“and you are really, really drunk.” your voice is barely a whisper, still looking at him.

“you don’t believe me? you don’t believe me.” he shakes his head, the smile growing. “you’re so oblivious.”

“m’not!” you complain, pulling his hand away.

you really don’t know what he’s talking about, but he doesn’t need to know that. he also does not need to know you’re feeling those familiar butterflies in your belly, the ones that appeared the first time he held your hand, leaving your entire body tingling.

“i should kiss you right now to see how oblivious you are after.” aemond says casually, as if he didn’t just say what you think he did.

“wh—what?” this time your eyes are fix on the bathroom floor; the tiles are more interesting than his eyes. oh but you know if you look at him again you’ll be completely lost. you know he’s drunk and saying things he doesn’t really feel because he doesn’t feel that way about you, right? suddenly, your eyes are on him again. “don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“but i mean it.” his eyes dart to your lips. when he looks up again, he realizes he’s been caught. “do you want to kiss me, sweet girl?” aemond moves closer, his face inches away from yours. of course you want to kiss him, you’ve been dreaming of it for years, and even in those dreams, it didn’t feel this surreal.

“why don’t you ask me again when you’re sober?” you shake your head, a smile making its way on your face. “and your breath stinks, by the way.”

aemond laughs, resting his head on your shoulder. your heart skips a beat because he doesn’t say anything, and when you are going to speak again not knowing exactly what to say but wanting to hear something from him, anything that could tell you how he really feels, aegon appears in the doorway.

“hey, lover boy, it’s time to go.” he kneels in front of you and his brother just groans, hiding behind your hair and inhaling your perfume.

“you smell nice.” the smile on his face is one of drunkenness.

and when you witness how aemond can barely stand, your heart breaks into tiny pieces. maybe aemond was just drunk, maybe he just wanted to kiss you because you were the only girl with him. you weren’t aemond’s first choice; you were his last.

you wake up feeling a little optimistic. you don’t know if aemond really meant what he said, but you are ready to face whatever his words may be, even if those words break your heart.

none of your friends are in the common hall when you go downstairs and, in all honesty, you don’t want to look for them, there's only one person in your head and you’re going to find him before all bravery leaves your body.

you are smiling widely when you step into the great hall, familiar faces sitting at the table but not the one you’re looking for. your smile falters when you get closer to your friends, all of them laughing and talking about the party last night. maybe he’s still asleep, maybe you’ll grab some food and bring it to him. maybe you could do that if he wasn’t sitting next to alys rivers at her table.

tears fill your eyes as you hear helaena’s voice calling your name, but all your attention is on aemond and the smile adorning his face. all you can hear before running out of there it’s his laugh. of course he wasn’t thinking straight, what were you thinking? he’s so charming and handsome, always helping others, always smelling good, always flirting with pretty girls in the hallways, always enjoying his popularity. he’s tall, agile and strong, smart; of course he needs a girl that can match with him, his needs. and you’re not that girl. you’re not popular, most of the time you are running late to classes, asking help from others, you don’t do sports and it shows, it’s a miracle if a boy flirts with you and if a boy does it, most of the time it’s because him or his friends want you to introduce them to your girlfriends. you are not that pretty either, you have bags under your eyes, you barely do make up and your hair is a disaster. what could aemond targaryen possibly like about you?

you barely make it to the stairs leading to your dorm when a hand grabs your wrist, heavy breathing behind you. “wait!”

“sorry, i forgot something,” you say quickly, wiping your tears with your free hand. “i’ll be back in a minute.”

he lets you go and you run to the stairs, before his words stop you. “i was really drunk las’ night, wasn’t i?”

“yes.” you say with a bitter laugh.

“shit— i think i threw up in your bathroom.” he laughs, and you hear his footsteps getting closer. “sorry ‘bout that.”

“it’s okay.” you smile even though he can’t see your face. “i need to grab this thing before class, you know how profess—“

“i’m sober now.”

your heart stops beating, everything around you stops. did you hear him right? you don’t dare to move, you can’t.

what could aemond targaryen possibly like about you?

“but i saw you with al—”

“she’s barely a friend.” he explains. “i don’t know if what you said last night was because you didn’t know how to reject me,” he starts saying, moving closer and closer to you. “but i’m here anyway. i can’t hide what i feel inside me anymore.” and that’s when you turn around.

he’s a few feet away, fidgeting with his hands and looking at you with that same something you saw last night.

“i’ve loved you since the first time i saw you. when—”

“when we met on second year.” you interrupt him, cocking your head to the side. of course you remember, because the letter you got from your parents that year was the reason your whole friendship started. you just can’t believe what you are hearing. now the tears streaming down your face have a different reason, one you did not think was possible.

he smiles sheepishly at you. “no—that was not the first time i saw you.” he scratches the back of his neck, meeting your gaze. “i saw you the first day of school, on the train. you were sitting next to baela and i remember thinking ‘god, i’ve never seen such a beautiful girl before’” he takes one step forward. “i remember thinking i was seeing an angel.” he chuckles, his face red and eyes glistening. “i’m seeing one right now.”

you can’t see due to the cascade coming from your eyes, you try to wipe it, only for them to be replaced with more tears. you didn’t think you could smile this big, to feel this happy, to feel this loved.

“i remember seeing you in classes, in the hallways… always so pretty.” he takes another step, this time only looking at your eyes, not fidgeting with his hands, not uncertainty in his words. “i was a silly, silly boy back then and didn’t know how to talk to you, so when on second year you got that letter,” he looks shy, his eyes meeting the floor. “i took it and convinced the boys to persuade our parents to stay. i wanted to stay with you, i wanted to see you smile again and—when i saw the smile you gave me, it was all worth it.”

you rush to him, face wet and blushed, and a heart beating so fast you think it’s going to explode. locking your arms around his neck, you softly press your lips to his in a kiss full of unspoken words, full of passion and love and tenderness. you are both crying and it’s wet, but oh so perfect.

“you love me?” you ask, smiling with teeth. you have never been so happy before, you have never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you feel in aemond’s; you have never felt so in love with aemond targaryen as you feel right now.

“i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.” aemond murmurs, lips curled in a grin, arms around your waist making you feel those butterflies you’ve experienced through the years once more.

“and i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you, aemond targaryen.” you say softly, caressing his cheek. a new set of tears already falling down your face. “always have been.”

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#modern!aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen angst #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen smut #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd x you

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i-got-poisenality · 4 months ago

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MODERN NEWSIES HCS NO ONE ASKED FOR

Sarah Jacobs

she/her

raging lesbian

transferred to the same high school as the rest of the newsies with Davey from a private school

joined the debate team 80% because she’s gay for Katherine(captain of debate team) and wanted to get to know her better and 20% because she likes to argue

raging feminist and will fight terfs because terfs aren’t real feminists

has absolutely beat up people who bully Davey

on a girls rugby team and absolutely kicks ass

besties with Romeo, no i don’t take constructive criticism

Jack Kelly

he/him and bisexual disaster

also beats up people who bully Davey

javid <3333

has been through a bunch of foster homes

head of set design for their schools drama program

paints sets for Medda’s theater outside of school

most of the newsies have him saved as “cOuNtRy BoY 👅” in their contacts because of that vine

drinks way too much coffee and usually can’t sleep

his favorite movie is Indiana Jones and some newsies call him “Indi” as a joke

terrified of spiders, will shriek with more fear than you’ve ever heard at a spider sighting

none of his clothes are free of paint

paints and draws on his clothes on purpose sometimes

senior superlative is gonna be most artistic

Crutchie Morris

he/him or he/they (transmasc)

gay and ace (he’ll fight you if you i infantilize him and so will i)

uses forearm crutches as opposed to one crutch because i thought thatd be easier for him (disabled people correct me if i’m wrong)

currently in a really bad foster home but is gonna get adopted by Miss Medda at some point so he’ll be ok

bad at math but good at english

in choir and has gotten a couple solos

in detention a lot but not as much as Jack or Race

dating Race, crutchtrack forever

insane upper body strength and people are always surprised

Miss Medda helped him get his first binder but he’s very bad about binder safety and forgets to take it off

physically incapable of not petting every animal he comes across and has a job at a local animal shelter

has broken peoples kneecaps with his crutches (no seriously, he sent Morris Delancey to the hospital by whacking him so hard after Morris made a jerk comment)

Katherine Plumber Pulitzer

she/her and demiromantic sapphic

has two last names because her parents are divorced and her dad wouldn’t let her get rid of his last name so she jus added her mom’s

so much daddy issues

president of the school paper and captain of the debate team

also president of 20 other clubs

in the running for valedictorian alongside Davey and Race

besties with Davey

so many APs and has straight As

very vocal about issues in the system and will not hesitate to write about them

english teachers love her

can write an essay in 20 minutes

very intrigued by Sarah and her argument methods (this just turns into gay feelings once they’re friends)

Albert

aromantic asexual

always in detention

mostly only liked by foods teachers because that’s where he applies himself the most

cooking is one of the few things that actually bring him joy

on the soccer team and dances sometimes

pretty good at math

fell asleep in english while his class was reading Romeo and Juliet because he thought it was dumb

tired and angry

gets in fights pretty regularly

steals stuff from his friends for fun

(if you wanna know any more, please please please send me asks)

#modern newsies au #finn’s newsies nonsense #sarah jacobs #sarah newsies #jack kelly #jack newsies #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #katherine newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #newsies

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my-anime-garden · 5 months ago

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Chapter 1: The Box

Warnings: none

Word count: 1093

Garden Note: Chill on me this is my first time writing a fanfic in a while please bare with me.

Chaapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10

Reader Pov

I was tired of college essays after essays professors just yapping about nothing at this point. I can’t wait to get home I’m sleepy. I think to myself I hear the bell ringing signaling that class is over and it’s time for us to go. I stand up and start packing everything into my book bag and head out stopping by a café to get a blueberry muffin. I leave the café after eating my muffin i brush off all the crumbs and start walking the direction to my apartment.

I see a group of college boys eyeing me in my outfit being an 19 yr old girl in Washington dc walking home by herself something is bound to happen. I decided it wasn’t safe to walk the normal route to get home me and one of the boys make eye contact so I change routes and take a short-cut to get home. I walk down the alley looking back to see if any of the boys followed me i look forward and see a random box in the middle of the alley.

I think nothing of it and walk around it i hear a confused mew and turn back around think there was a cat in between the house i walk back to see if I can find it. I hear another mew and get closer to the box thinking it’s coming from there one more mew comes from the box and confirms my suspicion i nudged it with my foot seeing if it would do it again from the various mews and meows coming from the box i suspect it’s 2 or 3 cats.

Being a sucker for cats I pick up the box almost falling from the unexpected weight of it. Thinking these are some fat cats I trek the way back to my apartment going up and down hills making sure i don’t drop the box and not falling i walk up step steps and by time i get to the top of the stairs. I set the box down heaving and panting from carrying the box i get my key fob from my purse and whisper to myself “fat ass cats” I open the door and use my legs to pick up the box and prepare my self to walk up steps with a heavy box thanking god that it was a thick one and not a weak one wrapped in tape.

I finally get to the second floor of the apartment building and almost drop the box at my door but gently put it down.

When I go through my purse and don’t feel the keys to my apartment i feel my back pocket and sigh of relief i attach my keys to my key fob so i don’t make the same mistake. I open the door and whisper to myself again “Home sweet home” i walk inside and set down my purse and keys on the coffee table.

I look around seeing how clean and spacious my apartment is. I glance towards the door with the box still on the ground i huff and walk towards the door taking my time and picking back up the box “i’m really starting to get tired of this shit” I whisper frustrated i set the box down on the same coffee table where my purse and keys are.

Hoping my table is strong enough to hold all the weight i’m adding to it. I walk back towards my door and lock it huffing as my legs feel like giving out. Walking from place to place has me fit and tired walking around Washington everyday just to save money is dedication if you ask me. I look towards the box and sit on my couch leaning back and breathing slowly trying not to fall asleep i run my hand over my face and pout this is way too much i think to myself.

Here we go i stand up leaving the box alone and go over to my bed room.

Deciding that i want to get out of my disgusting clothes i sniff my shirt and gag from how I smell like onions. I put my braids into a bun and put on my shower cap and take a quick 30 min shower thinking the cats might be sleeping from the trip from the alley to here is a long way a good 2 hours and 30 minutes away. I look at the time and see that it is 4:20 I turn on the light as I step into my room and take a deep breath smelling the perfume that I put on this morning.

I do a quick skin care routine for my body and face feeling relaxed and letting the stress from the day go away i start to feel tired.

But i walk out my room and down the hallway past the guest room and see the box had moved a little from where i placed it.

I ignore the box and go towards the kitchen i stop mid way and turn around as i think about the box wondering if it has breathing holes in it i rush towards the box and see that it does. I let out a sigh of relief and go back to the kitchen making myself a quick smoothie and cereal.

I go to the table and set everything down before I start eating i say grace and eat after i wash the dishes. i grab 2 bowls and set them on the ground for tomorrow i go towards the cabinet and reach for 2 tuna fish cans. Leave them out i fill one of the bowls with fresh water and smile thinking i’ll finally have other living things in my house but me.

It’s been feeling rather only in my apartment with just me and my fish here i gasp loudly thinking about my fish i rush to it and look into the tank sighing in relief “hi dory, i missed you today” i speak to the fish. And feed her food “sorry for forgetting about you girl we have some new guests that you’ll meet tomorrow”.

I grab a blanket before going to the couch i turn off every other light but the small light in the living room. I pull out the bottom of the couch to stretch my legs out and to sleep comfortably i say a small goodnight to the box and close my eyes waiting for tomorrow to come to open the box.

Taglist: @niyahlovesu

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