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hollandsangel · 9 months ago

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casual | m. sturniolo

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

basically i’m obsessed with this song

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

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

wc: 6.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you’ve got lots of stuff here.

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

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

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

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

“are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

“that’s why i do it,” he tells you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

for so long it had been him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you don’t have to do that,”

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

“canes?” you finally offer.

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

matt sturn

be there in twenty

ive got the kids

you laugh sadly at the text.

“‘s that him?” your roommate asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s green,” chris mumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait, y/n,”

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

“can i have a hug?”

your heart nearly shatters. is he feeling it too?

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

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

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

“you love them though,” you remind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nick stromboli

you okay?

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

you

this is brutal

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

i feel like he's embarrassed

nick stromboli

he's actually the biggest idiot that ever lived

chris is lowk giving him a death stare rn

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

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

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

“why?”

“i don’t think she’s feeling good,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“an answer for what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we’ll need waffles.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i brought waffles.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m sorry,”

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

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

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

you shake your head and turn back to your plate.

“y/n,” he sighs, “c’mon look at me,”

you do, but it hurts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what are you—”

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

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

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

instead you breathe out laugh. he basks in it.

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

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

“yeah?” you finally say.

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

“yeah.” he nods, smiling now.

“so we’re not just casual?”

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

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

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`· . Be my daddy

(Dark! Dbf! Joel miller x reader)

A/N: tryna get my swag back u guys. Also if there r any spelling mistakes I’m sorry 🙏🏻

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Thinking ab creepy n pervy Joel making you grind against your teddy bear in the middle of the night after sneaking into your room.. n then fucking your brains out after <3

Warning: 18+, somnophilia, pervy behavior, slight dubcon, possessiveness, overall dark themes// age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 50s), masturbation, cum play, grinding, daddy kink, spit, breeding kink, spanking, choking, size kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, dbf! Joel my beloved <3

Joel was always quite impatient.

And after a long night of drinking and watching the new football game with your father, he’s become tense. As fun as it is to sit and conversate with his best friend, his head is reeling now. He notes to the man beside him that he’s going to bed. A nod, as your father agrees the same.

And a few minutes later, as Joel leans against the closed door inside your bedroom, he watches you with his cock in his hand.

Of course, like the good girl you are, you had decided to go to bed early. You were on a college schedule, after all. So Joel hadn’t seen you all night. Not being able to catch sight of that familiar head of hair, tits out and ass bouncing under those short skirts you love so much, frustrated the man to no end. He grunts as his thumb moves over the slit of his girthy length, as he watches the way your breasts heave with each passing breath you let out. He’s surprised he hasn’t been caught yet. He’s been doing it every night that he comes over, after all.

He knows it’s wrong. But fuck, you’re so delectable; your curves are absolutely stunning, your lips perfectly full and plump, your thighs plush and soft. He can’t resist watching you. And it’s as if you want him to do this. You know he lives next to you, you know that he can see inside your room from your window that has no curtains, can watch you change and masturbate and do whatever the fuck else. You’re just begging for him to fuck your tight cunt.

It’s a wonder that he hasn’t done it sooner.

He moves a bit closer. Just close enough to be near the foot of your bed. The thought of you catching him like this gives him a thrill. His cock kicks when you turn over onto your side to face him. Your eyes are still shut, your brain still sleeping numbly.

“There she is.” Joel manages to breathe out through his sharp inhales. You look like an angel to him.

Your nipples are hard through your silky white slip. Joel can notice them now, as they make two small lumps in the fabric. Your tits are pushed together from the position you’re in. And Joel’s favorite part: your legs are stuck in between the fat of your thighs. It’s always been the kind of position you’ve laid in, as the warmth from your legs pussy brings you a sort of comfort. Joel can feel himself nearing his high.

And since he’s already doing it, what’s so wrong about moving a little… closer?

Bringing his strong arm down, he holds onto the wall as he kneels down on the edge of your bed. He’s so close now, your face a mere few inches away from his cock. He continues to stroke the skin of his shaft, watching your full eyelashes and pretty lips.

“God,” he murmurs. You can’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop Joel from running his mouth regardless. “Gonna cum all over this slutty little face, darlin’..”

And he does just that. His abdomen clenches, head thrown back as he begins to squirt warm ropes of semen all over your face. He lets out a very loud groan.

And of course, finally, that wakes you up.

When your eyes peel open, the first thing that comes to mind is that..

Your face is fucking wet.

That’s what you gather. So, you bring your fingers up to wipe- Elmer’s glue, maybe?- out of the sockets of your eyes. And when you look up, you see Joel.

A confused and disgruntled “what..?” Sounds from your mouth, and then when you see Joel looking down at you, you begin to take sight of him. He’s still jacking his cock.

“Joel?”

The man’s mouth falls open, another wave of pleasure rippling through him. He’s getting hard for the second time in a row. Your brows furrow as you look down. It must be too dark and you must be too tired to fully grasp what act your dad’s friend is commiting.

“Joel.. what’re you doing?” You sleepily mumble. It’s quickly replaced by a gasp of surprise when his hand goes up to grope your breasts, his rings cold against the bare skin of your collarbones. He becomes desperate, practically clawing at your soft body to get a taste of you. His tongue goes up to the apples of your cheeks. He kisses you there, soft. And then, the soft muscle inside his mouth runs along the ridges of your skin. His own cum connects to his lips in a sticky white string.

“Sorry baby,” he groans. “ couldn’t help myself...”

His thumb runs across your bottom lip, legs resting in between your spread ones, and he kisses you. You’re awake now, with enough brain power to register what’s actually happening. But if you’re being honest, you don’t want him to stop. Your hands shyly go up to his hair, still a bit disoriented. His messy locks are soft underneath your fingertips as he begins to slip his jizz soaked tongue into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, heat beginning to gather in a pool between your legs. You can taste his cum as it evades your taste buds, musky and salty. Pulling away, you can feel his cock press against your thigh.

“Did you…” looking down, his stiffness is right there. Wet and hard and incredibly prominent, now. A small whine escapes you. “Joe…”

“‘M so hard for your cute little face, darlin’…got me gettin’ it up twice.”

That makes you mewl, as his mouth moves down to your neck. Your virginal hands shakily grasp his hair. On a particularly harsh tug, Joel groans. You think you’ve hurt him and done something wrong, and your nervous mouth begins to spew apologies. “Joe.. never done this before, ‘m sorry..”

Joel moans, maneuvering your body so he’s on his knees and in between your spread thighs. Your innocence makes his brain turn to mush.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetness. You’re such a good girl.”

He says it as he slips off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and muscles to you. A hard working man, Joel Miller is definitely built to hold things the way he wants them. So when his pants are finally removed, he uses his strong arms to lift your body and move the both of your upper parts towards the end of the bed. There’s more space, now, less stuffed animals and things.

There’s a moment of stillness, and then your hands are wrapping around a familiar furry object as you land down onto the mattress. It’s your stuffed teddy bear, the one Joel had gifted you for your birthday last year. It’s pink, with a bright red bow wrapped around its neck and a pair of black button eyes. You had named it Teddy, and it’s your favorite plushy.

Joel’s eyes move to your hand around it, and he smiles, amused.

“Does my baby want her teddy bear? Hm?”

His voice is teasing, but he brings it away from your grip and lifts himself away from your body. You whine, trying to grab his hands and put them back on you, but the man doesn’t budge.

“No,” he says. “I want you to use your teddy. Do you think you can do that?”

Your face flushes. It’s vulgar and filthy to suggest such a thing, but you want Joel to be proud of you. You’re hesitant, though. You’ve never done this before, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you quietly ask, “Can you teach me?”

Joel isn’t one to deprive you of a good lesson. “Of course.”

And that’s when he’s flipping your nightgown up to your chest. Your tits are exposed, along with your bare pussy hitting the night air. There’s no point in wearing underwear in this hot weather, after all. The sudden movement surprises you, and you’re quick to try and conceal yourself. Joel just laughs at your shyness.

“You’re beautiful, darlin’. Don’t do that.”

With hesitation you bring your hands away from your most private parts. Joel’s eyes turn dark, expression laced with lust. “Spread your legs for me.”

It’s a demand, and when your face heats up and you begin to slowly undo them, the man rolls his eyes and yanks them apart with his own hands.

His eyes practically roll back at the sight of your pulsing cunt. You’re soaked, juices dripping down the expanse of your pussy lips, practically swollen and begging to have a cock between them. Your clit is poking through, and Joel might be going crazy but he swears he can see the cute little pearl throbbing.

“God, look at that..” his finger ghosts over your slit, and then he’s using to of his fingers to expose your unused hole to him. “My little girl is so pretty, isn’t she? Little cunt is so small, too… don’t know if my big cock can fit in such a tiny little pussy.”

The force of his words makes you gush, and you shake your head at the thought of not being able to take him. He chuckles at your reaction. You exhale shakily, watching as his fingers still toys with your body. But then he grabs the teddy bear and begins to ghost its plastic nose over the inside of your thigh.

“Teddy’s gonna show you how to play with your pretty pussy. And I’m gonna watch. Okay?”

You nod quickly. You’re aching, and you’ll do anything to relieve it. And even though this all happened so suddenly, you can’t help but be happy that Joel is giving you this much attention. He’s been around for years, has been there with you through everything, and now that you’re all grown up you can let him take what he wants.

“Yeah, d—“ you pause, and the look on Joel’s face makes you flush with embarrassment. “—Joel. Yeah…” You stutter. A smile forms on his handsome face, as he presses Teddy’s nose right up against your clit.

“You can say it, honey,” he murmurs. “I’ll be your daddy. Use your holes and breed this little pussy just how I like. Don’t that sound nice? Daddy fucking his cum into your little belly?”

You clench at his words, your face practically on fire. You begin to grind against the bear’s nose.

“T-Talk to me more…” you say. Joel smiles, watches the look of frustration appear across your face when he lets go of the plushie and lets it rest against your cunt with no pressure. “Daddy, please!”

“I will, honey. But you have to make yourself feel good, for now. I’ll fuck you when you’ve earned it.”

You mewl as you bring your palm down and press the bear’s nose back against your clit. You begin to move your hips, twisting and turning the stuffed animal in a way that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. Joel puts his cock back in his hand and jacks himself off with vigor as you practically fuck the bear with your pussy.

“Feel good, baby? Teddy’s nose on your little clit?” Joel murmurs. “Look at you, gorgeous—“ a grin spreads across his face, almost sadistic. He twists his wrist and practically drools down his chin when your doe eyes look up at him, desperate and pleading.

“Wonder what your daddy would think if he figured out you found a new one.”

That shouldn’t make you drip down your thighs, but it does.

“D-Don’t say that, Joel—” you exhale sharply, as your face takes on a look of frustration. The bear isn’t doing enough for you. “Maybe I should find someone else if you aren’t going to fuck me..”

That comment makes Joel mad, and his expression turns dark. With a rough hand he uses your thighs to flip you over onto your hands and knees. Your eyes widen at his sudden change in demeanor, and his palm comes down hard on your left cheek. You gasp, burying your head in your blanket. The teddy bear is thrown next to your face as Joel harshly gropes your ass.

“Don’t tell me what to do, little girl,” he growls. “I’ll say what I damn please. Now hold onto that teddy bear while I split your little cunt open. Because I’m the only one who can.” His breath is hot on your ear, a bit of fear beginning to sweep into your psyche (and maybe a bit of arousal beginning to drip onto the bed). “You understand me, bitch? You’re mine.”

You nod, as much as you can in your position. And when you feel the tip of Joel’s length press against your hole, you begin to stutter.

“W-Wait! Daddy, I-I don’t know if I’m wet enough…”

“Oh, you’re wet enough, baby.” Joel infers, as he looks down at your glistening snatch. “Trust me.”

And when he pushes in, the burning stretch makes your eyes widen. Although not as uncomfortable as you originally expected it to be, he’s still above average; this would be hard for any experienced woman to take, let alone a young virgin like yourself. You cry out, pussy clenching around the cock penetrating your womb. Joel’s eyes are rolled back, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead as he tries to keep himself still.

“Gotta loosen up, baby,” Joel moans. “Gonna cum quick if you keep clenchin’ like that.”

“Can’t help it, daddy, ‘m sorry..” you cry, as he presses in more. After a moment you feel his hips press against you, his cock fully in. He rests there, waiting for you to ask him to move.

“Good?” He murmurs, questionably. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him inside, and it makes you nod dumbly.

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” he praises. He makes one shallow thrust of his hips. It feels odd to you, and a bit painful. But on the next few thrusts, it has your toes curling in carnal pleasure. He feels so hot and warm, and when he grabs your throat from behind and bends you towards him, he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Doin’ so good. Doggy is the hardest position too, baby. You’re such a quick learner.”

And that’s what you like about Joel. He pushes you over your limits, makes you succeed them, go farther than before and then makes you feel amazing about it. In your hazy mind, Joel is practically a god right now.

“T-Thank you, daddy..”

A strangled moan comes out as he picks up his pace and begins to pound you at a rapid rate. The sound of skin on skin feels the room as Joel’s thighs slap against yours.

“So— fuckin’ good for me,” he growls. “Good girl. Going dumb on her daddy’s cock like the desperate little slut she’s supposed to be.”

Your eyes roll back, and he grabs your throat and squeezes hard. Your juices drip down his aching prick and he watches as your cunt swallows him whole. He chuckles when he feels you clenching him unusually hard.

“Gonna cum, darlin’? Or do you need me to touch you some more?”

“Need…” your eyes flutter shut, as you go brain dead on his cock. There’s a small string of desperate pleas of the man’s name in between your sentence.“Need you to touch my clit— Please, daddy, t-touch my clit! Make me cum!”

And then Joel’s fingers are coming down to your slick pearl, rubbing it between his two fingers as you release all over him. Your juices are gushing, squirting all over him and the bed, and Joel honestly doesn’t know how you can be any more perfect. He moans as you cream on him, and with a few more thrusts he’s filling your womb up with his seed.

The only thing left is you and Joel’s shared harsh breaths. Your legs shake as you stay buried in the mattress. It’s too hard to get up right now.

And that’s when you hear the loud voice beginning to come from outside as someone bangs on your bedroom door.

“Y/N! You better not have any boys in my house this late! I can hear you from downstairs! ”

You and Joel freeze. It’s your father, on the other side of the door.

And when the man looks across the hall, he catches sight of the empty and deserted room that his best friend has been staying in for months. You and Joel look at each other with wide eyes as your dad begins to scream, enraged.

“Joel?! Are you in there?!”

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cyber-dump-171 · 2 months ago

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Prologue: Distress Call

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

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Word count: 1.2 k.

WARNING: Violence, monsters and blood.

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:13 A.M.

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RW: Rita Woorley, Dispatcher.

CS: Caroline Simmons, Victim.

JS: Jeremy Simmons, Victim (?).

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RW: 911, where’s your emergency?

CS: *heavy breathing* *clothing shifting* *distant objects clattering*

RW: Hello? Is anyone there?

CS: *heavy breathing* *distant clatter*

RW: *sighs* For God’s sake, these kids and their pranks.

CS: Please… help me…

RW: Hello? Ma’am, what’s the address of your emergency?

CS: Trantow Fields, house 131 in Gravity Falls. I’m Caroline Simmons and I-I need police here… Just, please, hurry. *distant door banging*

RW: *typing* Alright, and what’s the emergency?

CS: *rapid breathing* It’s my husband… I don’t know what’s happening… Oh God- *distant clatter* *a male voice screaming*

RW: Police are on their way, ma’am. Tell me what’s happening.

CS: I-I don’t know… he’s gone insane… he was fine this mornin’, s-sick with a bug but he was his chipper self. But-

JS: *distant shout* CAROLINE! LET ME OUT, SWEETIE!

RW: Ma’am, are you in a safe place?

CS: *hyperventilating* Y-Yes! I barricaded the bedroom, where he’s at… *heavy breathing* I-I locked myself in the kitchen. *crying*

RW: Ok. Take a deep breath, ma’am. Police are around five minutes away from where you are. Keep walking me through what happened.

CS: *heavy breathing* S-Sorry… I… I woke up to him holding a knife… h-he… he… *distant hurried banging* he tried to stab me… H-He had crazy eyes… his mouth was bleedin’, I think he bit his lip too hard… *loud crash*

RW: Ma’am?

JS: CAROLINE! *door falling* *distant hurried footsteps*

CS: Oh my God… h-he broke the door… HE BROKE THE DOOR! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!

RW: Ma’am, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Is your husband still armed?

CS: No… I took the knife from him. Oh my God… what happened to my Jeremy? *crying*

RW: Ma’am, take a deep breath. Police are close.

CS: *whispering* *hyperventilating* I think he’s downstairs… I-I can hear him… *footsteps grow louder*

RW: Ma’am, remain calm.

CS: *heavy breathing* *loud distant footsteps*

CS: *soft knocking* *muffled bizarre breathing*

JS: Caroline? Honey, it’s me… There’s something wrong… I don’t know what’s happening to me…

CS: *crying* Jeremy… Please don’t hurt me…

JS: Sweetie, I need you to open the door, please…

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door. Police are close.

CS: *hysterical crying* YOU’RE NOT MY JEREMY!

JS: Caroline, I know you’re scared, but please, I need you to open the door.

CS: *hysterical crying*

JS: Darling? Do you remember our wedding vows where I promised to always protect you?

CS: *crying* Y-Yes, I-I remember.

JS: I can’t protect you if the door’s closed… So please, open it. I want to see you.

CS: *sniffling* *heavy breathing* *phone clatters on the floor*

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door… Hello?

CS: Please… Jeremy, love, don’t hurt me. *kitchen door opens*

JS: I’m so sorry for scaring you, darling. *distorted breathing*

CS: …

RW: Ma’am? Are you there? Hello?

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:27 A.M.

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EK: Elmer Kain, Dispatcher.

DM: Dylan Moss, Victim.

LW: Lawrence Woodworth, Victim.

KB: Kyle Baker, Victim.

UM: Unidentified Male.

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EK: 911, what’s your emergency?

DM: HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE! HURRY!

EK: Sir, remain calm, what’s your location?

DM: W-W-We are at a… *heavy breathing* fuck, sorry, at Gravity Falls High School! Please hurry, somebody’s bleeding to death!

LW: *distant* Kyle, do not fall asleep!

EK: *typing* An ambulance is on its way. Walk me through what’s happening.

DM: W-We were working on a f-final project and was g-getting late so we went to drop our friend Kyle at his house! B-But this fucking thing... it just- *crying*

LW: *distant* S-Something came out of the forest and tore K-Kyle’s stomach out!

EK: Were you able to catch sight of what it was?

DM: *crying* We don’t know! I-It was too f-fucking dark… I… we… I’m so fucking scared!

LW: *distant* I-It looked human, but it… it wasn’t human? I-I don’t know! It had huge claws!

KB: *coughing* * groaning in pain*

EK: What’s the current state of your friend?

DM: *crying* H-He’s breathing but his stomach is just… gone… it’s like a… *retches*... pile of mush o-on the floor. *retches*

EK: Take a deep breath… are you applying pressure to the wound?

DM: *crying* I-I’m so scared…

LW: *distant* W-We are! We tied m-my hoodie and I-Im’ pressing on it but he’s getting paler!

KB: *coughing* I want my mom…

DM: *crying* H-Hold on, man. H-Help is on the way…

EK: The ambulance is five minutes away, keep applying pressure. Do not hang up the phone.

DM: *branches and leaves snapping* *distant footsteps* … what the fuck?

LW: *distant* DYLAN! LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOREST!

DM: … Kyle? But… he’s right here… what?

EK: What’s happening?

KB: *distant coughing* *crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!

EK: Hello? What’s going on?

DM: *distant footsteps* Holy shit… it’s… I… it’s Kyle, but… Kyle’s also… bleeding on the floor.

EK: What? I don’t quite understand.

UM: *distorted crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO!?

DM: I DON’T KNOW! HELP… PLEASE!

UM: *distorted crying* I want my mom…

EK: What’s happening? Dylan?

DM: *incoherent screams* *distorted roar*

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:33 A.M.

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KJ: Keneth Jarvis, Dispatcher.

TB: Tabitha Roberts, Victim.

UF: Unidentified Female.

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KJ: 911, where’s your emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

KJ: Alright miss, what’s the emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Someone… no, scratch that, something is trying to break into my house.

KJ: *typing* Uh, sorry… I’m a bit confused by your statement. “Something” is trying to break in?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I… I just don’t even know how to describe it. I got home from work about twenty minutes ago when I heard something banging on my backyard door.

KJ: Uh-huh.

TB: *distant glass tapping* I opened the curtains and… well… you’re definitely not going to believe this but… something that looks like me is trying to smash the glass and come in.

KJ: … Pardon?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I know it sounds insane but you have to believe! The weird part is that it looks like me but at the same time, there’s something wrong… I can’t place it… I think it’s the eyes… the skin looks loose…

KJ: Uh… O-Ok miss, a unit has been dispatched to your place, please stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?

TB: *distant glass tapping* No, I’m in the living room, it’s the only place where I have a landline. I’m staring at the… thing… Jesus Christ, it doesn’t even fucking blink!

TB: *distant glass banging* *sound of glass cracking* Oh God… the glass… it has a crack…

KJ: Miss?

TB: *distant glass banging* FUCK! IT’S BREAKING THE GLASS!

KJ: Miss, remain calm. Do you have a place where you can hide?

TB: *glass breaks* FUCK! HELP ME! PLEASE! IT’S COMING AT ME!

KJ: Miss, find a place to hide, police are on their way.

TB: *incoherent screams* *glass and furniture breaking* GET OFF ME!

KJ: Miss, what’s going on?

TB: *something is smashed against the ground* …

KJ: Miss Tabitha? Is everything alright?

TB: … *footsteps*

KJ: Hello? Miss Tabitha?

UF: *distorted* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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luvfy0dor · 11 months ago

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“And I Need You Like a Heartbeat ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warnings: probably ooc, loosely proofread

Description: Valentine's drabbles with my fav BSD boys ♡⁠˖

A/n; HAPPY (technically early) VALENTINES DAYYYYY!!!! When I talk about chocolate I'm talking about Elmer's chocolate because it's literally so good, dare I say it rivals terrys oranges and I'm a ride or die for those. Also the pink theme is staying for a while bc i really love it.

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

→ Nikolai always made an attempt to truly 'woo' you on Valentine's day, he couldn't help himself! He had so much love to share with you, and how lucky he feels that there's an entire holiday just for going all out. He makes sure it's extra special, even though every other day of the year he showers you with his love for you.

Nikolai thought about all of your favorite things while he stood in a store picking out a card and gift for you. He wanted a silly but meaningful one, and that proved really difficult to find, so he decided to come back to it after grabbing you some chocolates. He wanted to get you the biggest box of chocolates possible, and if not that every single small box he could get his hands on. It either had to be comically large or a comically large amount. He grinned immediately when he saw the 72 piece heart shaped box of chocolates. He grabbed three of them excitedly, hoping you'd be ecstatic to receive 216 chocolates. He also wanted to get you flowers, so he made his way to the floral area of the store, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and red roses with some babies breath in between the flowers. He walked to self checkout and paid for his gifts for you, having decided to hand-make you a card out of card stock when he got home- that way he could make it as silly and genuine as he wanted.

Nikolai walked out of the store, his arms full until he opens his portal to set everything inside the car before he gets there. It allows him to reach into his pocket and unlock the car, quickly getting in and starting it while rubbing his arms to fend off the cold. He shivers before stretching out his arms and backing out of his parking spot, leaving the lot and heading home. He calmly hummed along to the radio until he reached your house, hopping out of the car and using his portal to gently set everything inside. Once he got inside, he immediately found the pens and papers, starting to write out his card to you. He drew intricate flowers on the white paper, coloring the organic shapes in with pink colored pencil. He wrote your name on it in scripty handwriting and used some red lip gloss to leave a kiss mark. He giggled with excitement and set up all of your gifts in a cutsey array before watching out the window for your car to pull into the driveway. When it finally did, he jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling from leaping so high. He walked to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and embracing you before you could even stick your key in the lock.

"Kolya, oh my gosh-!" You said, caught a little off guard by it, but you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and pulled you inside, spinning you around and placing a proper kiss on your lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'!" He grinned as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. "Thanks babe, you snatched me inside so quickly I couldn't even grab your gift that I put down-" you're cut off by Nikolais enthusiastic voice. "Oh, speaking of which! Sorry for cuttin' you off, but I've got a gift for you too!" He grabs your hand and leads you to the dining room where he had your array of things. He grabbed the flowers and held them out to you. You were a little stunned, but gratefully accepted them into your arms. "Kolya, those are so beautiful! Thank you, babe!" You hugged him tightly, noticing all the large heart shaped boxes of chocolate.

"And I also got you these and this card." He says, handing you the card and gesturing to the big boxes of chocolate. You immediately start to laugh. "Is something wrong?" He asks, a small amount of worry laced into his tone. You shook your head and walked to the door, opening it and grabbing the same box of chocolates off of the stairs. "I got the same ones for you!" You hand them to him. Nikolais laughter joins your own, but yours quiets down while you read the heartfelt card. Nikolai knew all the words to use to make your heart swoon. You set it down gently on the table and pulled Nikolai in for a kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Mmn, thank you, Kolya. So much." You say, giving his pretty, pink lips one more peck and leaning your head in the crook of his neck. "Any time, sweetheart." He hums in satisfaction before a thought dawns on him. "Do you wanna watch movies and eat some of this chocolate for dinner instead of cooking?" You nod exasperatedly. "That sounds perfect right now." You extracted yourself from the hug and walked towards the couch, your boyfriend in tow with one of the boxes of chocolate. He put on a cheesy rom-com, the both of you laughing at the cheap jokes while snacking on the chocolates together- what a perfect Valentine's Day evening. ♡⁠˖

⑅Dazai Osamu⑅

→ Dazai gets really romantical, going as far as to cook a full meal for you. He puts his heart and soul into the dish, wanting you to come home to a relaxing and loving evening with the love of your life. He plates the food he spent oh so long on and lights the candles while waiting for you. He fixed his hair in one of the mirrors and hung up his apron that you gifted him in attempt to spark his culinary creativity more, and it surely did. He decided to really experiment tonight, after all, love was about taking chances, no?

His posture stiffened when he heard your keys in the apartment door right before you let yourself in. He walked out to greet you, noticing your tired demeanor. It all seemed to subside when you set eyes on him, though. "Hey, 'Samu. Happy Valentine's day." You said, your voice engaging rather than monotonous. You loosely draped your arms around his was and breathes in his scent. "Hey, babe." He greeted you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "I made dinner for us. Filet mignon." He proudly says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. You raise an eyebrow but decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You didn't think Dazai was the worst cook because he definetly did have his moments, he was just a little... unpredictable, per say. You walked into the dining room with him and can immediately smell strong amounts of cinnamon. You raised an eyebrow, but chalked it up to the candle on the table. When you sat down and observed the food, though, you realized that the smell was not in fact the candle and Dazai had coated the steak in cinnamon.

You stared at it for a moment. "Oh wow, Osamu, that's really thoughtful of you. I appreciate the dinner." He smiled at your thanks, grabbing his fork and cutting a piece of it. "I know it looks a little interesting, but you gotta take risks and try new things in life, babe." He says matter of factly, bringing the cinnamon coated meat to his mouth and eating it. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you cut a piece off and brought it to your mouth. "'Samu, I'm sorry, I can't eat cinnamon on this." You say, reverting your attention back to him. You can't help but feel amused when you see his scrunched up nose and grimace. "Yeah, you know, I can't either. Oh, I'm sorry I ruined our romantic Valentine's Day dinner." He apologizes. "I got you some chocolates that I could feed you instead?" He proposes with a grin. His bony fingers hold up the heart shaped box of sweets while you nod in agreement. "That sounds great, actually, but you should probably brush your teeth first, that must taste disgusting."

It wasn't long before you were sitting on Dazais lap, your hands on his shoulder while he holds up a chocolate to your mouth, giggling with you while you talk with eachother about their memories and dates in the spirit of Valentine's Day. His other hand massaged your thigh while he listened to you talk, your voice like music to his ears. "That was a fun date, wasn't it?" He laughs, patting your thigh while you swallow a piece of chocolate. "Is it good?" He asks you, a small grin on his face. "Mhm, real good. Wanna try one?" You offer. Your arm extends over to the box of chocolates and you hold one up for your boyfriend to eat. He shakes his head and gently pushes your hand away, cupping your cheek with his own. "Oh no, babe, those are for you. If I really want to, I can taste one without eating one." He says, leaning in and kissing you. His lips were chapped but pleasantly familiar, and his tongue slipped into your mouth the first chance he got.

The both of you mutually pulled away for air after a hot second, Dazais cheeks red with blush and his hands on your hips. A small grin remained on his face and with a squeeze of your side, he opened his mouth to speak. "See? They taste great. I should buy some for myself. Or maybe I could just keep doing that- save some money, y'know?" He teases. You roll your eyes and peck his lips one more time, running your hands through his hair. "Save some money for us by not dumping a shit ton of cinnamon on filet mignon and wasting it." You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, your hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat.

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

→ Fyodor decides that the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day with his beloved partner was by taking a bath with you. He filled the bath tub with warm water, watching the mirror fog up as the water rose. He even added some bubbles because he knew it would be to your liking, as well as some essential oils. His sleeves were rolled up from checking the waters temperature when he walked out to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine for both himself and you. He carried them to the bathroom with confidence where he found you digging through the drawers of the sink. "What are you looking for, Moya Lyubov?" He handed a cup to you and you sipped on it, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar taste. "Mn-, nothing, just a face mask. Wanna do one with me when I find the stuff I need?" You ask, continuing your search him the next drawer down. "I don't see why not, just hurry up before out bath gets cold." He smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. He only removed his shirt before you stood back upright, facemask and applicator in hand. "Found it! Come here, Fedya, I wanna do you first."

You twist the cap off of the container and dip the applicator in, getting product on the silicone end. He complied with your words and stepped towards you, leaning you against the sink counter top with his hand on the small of your back. You gently applied the face mask to your lovers skin, watching his eyebrows furrow at the chill of the product with amusement. "Cold?" You lightly teased. His nose scrunched up and he hummed in response. "Mhm." He seemed like he was about to knock out standing there, very tired looking. You quickly finished the application and patted his shoulder. "Don't fall asleep yet, we haven't even got in the tub." You say. He laughs and takes the jar and applicator from your hands. "I was not sleeping." His grin was wide and he put the gel on your face, too. "Well you looked tired."

He finishes your mask and now both of your faces has a green tint to them with a tingly feeling on your skin. You both strip down and get into the tub, the warm water engulfing your bodies as you sit facing Fyodor, holding his hand under the water while the other hand held your glass. The both of you sipped on your drinks and talked about your dinner plans for the night. You decided to stay in and order cake out because brothers of you really wanted to cook. You spent thirty minutes in the tub together, switching from your position of facing each other to you sitting in between Fyodors legs with your back to his chest while you played with his hair. He enjoyed your touch, your fingertips gliding across his scalp felt better than anything else in the world at the moment. His hand went up and down your shoulder and arm lovingly, occasionally pressing kisses to the top of your head or grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. He would murmur soft, accented 'i love you's and praises during soft moments like these.

Soon enough, the two of you stood up from the bath and stepped out of the tub, drying off and getting dressed again. Fyodor wore pajama pants and a sweatshirt while you wore some sweatpants and a tank top. You immediately ordered your food and laid down in bed with Fyodor while you waited. You were both watching some random rom-com that sounded only remotely interesting, but your boyfriend must have found it less than enthralling because within a few minutes, you could hear him snoring right behind you with his arm still draped over your waist. You giggled and rolled over to face him, sighing quietly. "I guess I'm gonna have to get up and get the food, huh?" You murmured to yourself, brushing his bangs out of his face while he snoozed. A smile formed on your face because of how cute Fyodor looked, unable to resist yourself from kissing his head a couple times. "I love you, Fedya. Happy Valentine's Day." You whispered.

A/n; Hiiii , I know I like, never post two days in a row, but it's Valentine's day so there's an exception.

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disominous · 13 days ago

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Hello! 🤗

Please I need some college au player turned simp Sukuna!! Hot shit at school. Captain of something. Football,basketball,hockey,the swim team it truly doesn't matter. Cocky for a reason 😏(eww). Doesn't have to work to get girls and then meets "the one" and he has to have her. By any means possible. NSFW or at least allude to it?

And also if you can maybe a friend's turned enemies. Very one sided. Mainly fem. Maybe some kind of miscommunication between them or Choso isn't a very good friend and they make up later. The whole you don't realize what you have until it's gone vibes. NSFW please 🥺

Thank you! 💞

A/N: This is honestly mostly fluff. I only realized after writing this out that I kinda wrote your Sukuna prompt wrong but since I didn't wanna trash it I'm posting it sjfjsjfn feel free to send another ask 😭😭 this is mostly proofread

Plot: College Judo Champion!Sukuna x Reader. Reader gets hurt. Sukuna is an asshole in a very cocky way. Uhhhhh idk what else lmao a fair amount of scene changes here n there. Also, a lot of cussing kinda. Enjoy!!

wc: 5,143

"Fuck- It had to be fucking glass."

Your head bobbed; the stinging error of your ways stabbed the nape of your neck as a pulsating reminder. You couldn't help staring at the abysmal landscape behind Sukuna, barely even registering the tattoos displayed on his blood-sodden arm. You knew it was dark, but everything became too dark too quick. Was it always this blurry? Weren't there-

"Turn that shit off."

Weren't there strobe lights before? That's why it had to be this dark. They had completely wrecked your vision into static- Into floating particles with faint remnants of an oncoming migraine aura.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Isn't it familiar?

"Prices will go up soon," Your radio blared out, "So get a shiny new Arctic AC from the Elmer Brothers before the offer runs out! No interest or payments for a ye-"

"Fuckin' waste of gas," You close your eyes from the sudden nose-splat you took into his shoulder, "Stop keeping your car on for the AC. Or for the fuckin' AC ads."

He smelled like his cologne.

At least you could still smell.

It wasn't supposed to be this dark- There were strobe lights, right? And didn't they kinda look like his hair? The faint remnants of your migraine- Was it his hair?

Your head wasn't just hurting, it was being stabbed. The nape of your neck pulsat- You've thought that already.

What have you done? Your head swayed, your eyes strained, your nose was runny.

It was like you were high.

And you just blinked.

Usually you'd be more aware of your surroundings. You'd be able to pick up the dimly lit LED's on the overhead compartment of your car, you would have foraged through the trash and grime for the first aid kit you knew was hidden behind you, and you'd be more worried about the man before you who was fighting between his pain and his attitude.

But your head hurt.

You'd have made sure he was the one sitting in the passenger seat, right? Being taken care of while you stood next to the door. The breeze would have lifted up the corner of the tattered shirt you bought from Goodwill, giving him direct access to grazing the bare skin he subconsciously likes to grip onto.

But you weren't aware of this. All you could process was the blurry vision- The speckled lights flickering in your peripheral vision. Either from tears or shock, it didn't matter.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Or are you catching glimpses of his hair?

"Talk to me, sweetheart." His voice was firm, but you could barely even register his arm reaching abroad to flip open your glove box, "Now's not the time to be quiet."

There never was a time to be quiet when it came to Sukuna. Some time prior- and you couldn't even be bothered to remember when, he had won a championship for the university's Judo team.

A team you didn't even know they had.

"Sukuna!" Your friend had yelped in your ear, "Over- Hey! Hey, over here!"

Your eyes had closed from the gripping shock her shriek held on your eardrums, opening them at an inopportune time for another shrill of undesirable voices.

Well undesirable to you, anyway.

The crowd was chanting, swallowing up the referees and competitors into inaudible pro-Sukuna marches.

"Let's fucking go!" His friend bellowed in front of you with a sturdy jump off the bleachers.

"Sukuna!" You flinched your eyes shut once more, "I told you we could do it! W-"

"Where's your first aid?"

He was good at doing that. Another stupid little mumble of his that momentarily pulled you back, forcing you to agonize over the situation at hand.

What were you doing? Where were you? Why are you of all people going silent? Why couldn't you do anything worthwhile?

Why are you such a goddamn fucking coward?

"It's in the console," You spoke faintly. Maybe too faintly. Even if you had been preoccupied with your thoughts and unbecomings, Sukuna was juggling between bandaging himself up and watching you.

"Hello to you, too." He laughed, "The console?"

Yeah, it was the console. You had said that already, and maybe you would have muttered it again prior to your cheek hitting the car seat.

It rubbed against you like chalk. You knew you drove a piece of shit, Sukuna talked about it all the goddamn time. He was probably thinking about it now, even as he shifted through your shit as his knees steadied near the door.

Had you been standing by the door, you'd have felt the breeze lift up the corner of your Goodwill shirt- Something you've thought of already. But then, had you not been sat where you were, you wouldn't feel the slight brushing of his forearm against the sliver of exposed skin on your hip.

Another instance of something for him to grab, at least.

You could feel the tiniest of goosebumps litter you while staring beyond him to nothing. Nothing but the abysmal landscape and his tattoos. His left arm steadied itself on the seat head, aligned perfectly with your eyebrow ridge.

The wound was in your face.

You had no idea if he was making any commentary or not, but assumed it was likely.

"The fuck is this?" He once sneered.

You blinked in confusion with a purse approaching your lips, vaguely acknowledging the students that chattered in the background of the university's main walkway.

"Mm... A car? You ever hear of them?"

The faintest skin contact you had with him sent blood rushing straight to your ears. Your heart was pounding, but this time it wasn't out of any ill-timed crush or adoration.

It was because you were weak.

"It's shit on wheels," he had remarked, "You got all this shit in here-"

"It's not shit on wheels." you curled back, "You, on the other hand-"

"What the fuck do you need this for?" he held up the bag in disgust, prying his fingers away from his face as he leaned against the frame.

You shrugged.

"Trash."

He proceeded to shove it into your chest, huffing as he turned back to the open view of your backseat.

"You ever fuckin' use it?"

You knew he was probably thinking that. Was he silent about it, or verbalizing it? Sukuna wasn't one to keep his thoughts to himself, but he was also hurt at the moment.

He was hurt because you were weak and incapacitated. You were helpless, powerless, fuck it- Impotent in the eyes of any physical activity that required somebody to rely on you. You couldn't even manage to get the shitty first aid kit you bought online yourself; he had to scour through your piece of trash vehicular knockoff while you sat there with your knees facing forward and poor, precious- Useless hands in your lap. He had to be the one to set it next to your leg, to open it, and to prepare it himself.

"Why do I need a first aid kit?" you had questioned him with your knees pulled into a hug while sat in the corner of his training facility, "I'll just... Go to the hospital or something, I don't know."

he had looked at you with a scrunched nose and hints of bewilderment.

You shrugged, "They're expensive."

His head swooped down, "And the hospital isn't?"

your eyes looked at the ceiling. Usually the facilities here had leaking spots, almost as if someone shook a carton of soda and went crazy. This one was clean, though.

"Got me there."

His movements were precise- Knowledgeable even, and it would have caught your attention had it not been for the gash on his arm. He had blood everywhere.

Why? All because you're weak? He has to get stitches because you can't throw a punch? He has to clean it himself because your hands aren't capable of doing anything besides hiding the crocodile tears you knew you were shedding? As if you'd be able to be genuine in any moment, let alone this one.

He had maneuvered his left arm from your seat and settled it on the door frame as he grasped onto the bandage roll. You could use this moment alone as proof of gravity; Hopefully he'd be willing to clean up the spots of blood that splattered across the frame.

You watched as he fumbled with the wipes, the Alcohol- The whatever he was going to use to sanitize it. You noticed how the cut completely ignored the lines of tattoos on his arm, almost as if he was slaughtered by a child's attempt at a coloring book. Your eyes followed when he crouched himself before you, mumbling obscenities to himself while flexing the blood off his vein like a dripping faucet.

"See somethin' you like?" he quipped.

He cleans it off himself, because you weren't capable of doing anything. He was fumbling with everything in your kit, trying to prioritize whatever sequence he thought was best for cleaning the wound. And once he got himself situated, he attempted the unraveling of the roll. You caught how a few trickles of blood wiped along the edge of the bandage as it swayed over the wound. He faced his elbow up towards him, using his other hand to wrap it around the width.

It kept coming off, there was no secureness in it.

And maybe he was doing it on purpose. You wouldn't put it past Sukuna to be playful with your self-hatred.

"You gonna keep staring at my arms or are you gonna help me clean this up?"

He was always playful with it. He knew where it came from. He knew you never thought yourself as better than anyone, of worthy of anything. He could have guessed for a multitude of reasons. It could have been because you were struggling financially, but you never really cared about wearing hand-me-downs. It could have been because you didn't put too much effort into your appearance, but that was because your laziness and worry of spending even a penny outweighed any desire to be seen as purely presentable.

But it's not like you walked around like a complete buffoon.

At least, not in your eyes.

"Yeah, okay." he bunches up the wrap to reveal it in your face. "Here."

he holds it out, but you don't move. Like a coward you sat, still staring below the item at his arm.

"Come on," he forces it into your palm, "Put those hands to use if you're not gonna talk."

You stare.

You stare and you can't help but think somebody else would have been better in this situation. Somebody who would have been competent, somebody who would have had more experience with not freezing up.

There was a gymnast one time that you knew, who completely worshipped the very movements of Sukuna's Seoi-Nage and Hane-Goshi. You, as stupid and un-worldly as you are, asked her:

"Who's Hana Gosh-"

"C'mon, I don't have all day." his face cocked downwards to meet your eyes, "You want me to bleed to death?"

You don't know much about Judo, much to Sukuna's demise. You looked at him, the glint in his eyes and the withering of the bandages let you know once more, that he's not all that bothered by what went down. Sukuna has been slowly, but surely, forcing his knowledge onto you. He had taken you to the mat the other day, throwing you around like a ragdoll in the name of self defense.

He at least did it wisely though, having previously spent weeks teaching you how to fall properly and without pain.

Yet here you were, showing him the true cowardice that poisoned your soul. What was the point of any lesson- Of any book he threw your way to make you learn?

Your eyes gravitated towards the wrap. Your nimble and freezing fingers hesitated like a stutter as you loosely grabbed it. You might as well as try now, God knows Sukuna's probably done with you.

Why wouldn't he be?

You look at the back of his forearm, more than familiar with the hairs that laid flat on them. Just yesterday, your nails were digging into them as he had you on the mat once more for practice, facing away from him in a headlock. He was cocky then, and as it turns out, being the girlfriend of a cocky asshole gave him your permission to express what else he could do to you on the mat.

"Kinda like you in this position," he had whispered into your ear. You could feel the tip of his smile graze it; the arm that locked around your neck felt precariously warm and bit into the free edges of your nails. he chuckled at your grip, "What're you gonna do about it, baby?"

you rolled your eyes with a smile, slightly shaking your head at his absurdity.

"Nothing," You joked, "That's why I'm here, remember?"

he tsked at your response, "It's been weeks. Show me something."

"Or else what?"

"Keep testing me." his voice was low as his other hand splayed across your stomach, "I want you to find out what'll happen."

You stretch out the flimsy, pale wrapping weakly. Lifting your hand to the fresh blood that just started to clot, you attempt to place it flat as lightly as possible. Your fingers shook in a struggle of getting a meager, even breath out of your lungs.

Sukuna flinched back.

Your eyes shot to him, stalling the sounds of your expanding chest.

"My eyes are up here." he winked.

The dangling wrap in your hand had more blood on it than before. Your hands shake from the cold, possibly from fear. It's not as if the desperate attempt to wrap the bandage around him was the cause, but whatever has you shaken is noticeably the reason you can't seem to grasp the roll with any strength. It sat in your lap as you manage to just barely place it around his forearm when you accidentally, as always, drop it.

Your eyes travel down to the bandage that trailed itself along your leg. There was a tint of red on your finger.

You were here because of your mistakes- Because of your decisions. You couldn't even grasp a fucking bandage that weighed nothing more than a feather. The least you deserved was for blood to roll off your fingers just as it did with his.

"You're okay." he felt mere inches from your ear. The very hair on your neck stood straight from the low hush of his voice, "Pick it up and try again."

You do.

After a moment, you pick it up with a pinch from your leg, setting your sight on the brunching of it in your hands. You start the process over. You look at his forearm, you touch him hesitantly and lightly, and you shakily secure the corner around him with your thumb.

And you finally, after too many moments of deliberation, start wrapping it securely around his forearm.

"Make it tighter," his voice was low and quiet, "I'll be fine, I'm a strong boy."

You took in a breath while adjusting the pressure with a twist around your palm, giving him the tightness he was asking for.

"There you go." he groaned, looking away from you with a hidden expression, "That's better."

Who knows how long it took for you to complete the task. Had you been athletic, you would have had more quickness with it as if it were muscle memory. Had you been competent, you could have given pointers regarding the sanitization. Had you been anything besides meek and vulnerable, you could've been something to him.

Sukuna was a star athlete.

The head of the Judo team with a voice that could immediately trigger someone's fight or flight. You weren't scared of him when you first met though, you didn't even know him. You had no idea who he was when you were sat at a table in a shitty little pizza parlor with your friends. You had never seen tattoos like that until they were wrapping themselves around her shoulders, causing you to glance in her direction at the new presence.

"-'s Sukuna!"

"Su-what?" you spoke with strained eyebrows, realizing you just completely missed his introduction.

"Sukuna!" she giggled while bringing his hand to her face, "I wanted you to meet him."

Your eyebrows furrow once more as you bring your finger up to scratch the tiredness away from your waterline.

"Why'd you want me to meet him?"

He had sat himself down on the booth next to her solo chair, a smile etching on his face as he looked at her.

"No, not you." she shoots a look at you, "I'm talking to S-"

"So, You got a thing for my arms, now?"

Your ears were ringing.

Had you kept your eyes open the entire time?

You watched as he flexed his forearm once more, "Can't say I blame you."

You've heard him say that before. When you first started to get to know him, he hardly ever even referenced you. In fact, you couldn't pay him five bucks to remember your name.

"You just gonna stand there and watch?" he had joked, "Can't say that I blame you."

You stared at him on the ground, squinting at his expression.

"...Aren't you supposed to be a good athlete?"

Just that one stupid little sentence of yours made him pause from his attempt at standing back up. He swiveled his head with a sigh loosening his lips to give you a crooked, cocky grin. He caught your eyes as he leaned back on his palm, gravel digging into it as he shoved his other one in the air for you to take like he was a princess needing to be escorted.

"Help me up," he spoke, "I'll show you how good I am."

Your eyes traced his fingers, taking a quick glance around the curvature of his rings. They were silver and black, speckled with a mirror-clean image. You trailed your eyes back to him, and with a deep, hefty breath...

You walked away.

"Oh c'mon," You heard his bellowed laugh, "What're you afraid of? We don't even know each other!"

"You literally throw people for a living," you shot back without looking.

And you had proceeded to walk away.

Sukuna, brave and mighty as he may be, was confined to crutches for a few weeks because of a bad strain. The truth of the matter may have been a little different, you're more inclined to believe he kept them so long for sympathy. You weren't in the mood to play into his flirtatious throwing skills, knowing full well he could body you with or without any temporary handicap that made him eat shit, face first.

However, for the weeks that followed with him hanging off of your friend, you still actively went out of your way for him because he was on crutches. You knocked rocks out of his path when he trailed behind you whispering sweet nothings into your friends ear. You walked the friend group around buildings to the accessibility ramps when you knew they were playing follow the leader, as their drunk asses couldn't give a shit about anything other than giggling their gossip amongst each other. You even held an umbrella over hers and his heads once on a particularly rainy day. All of which never really earned you a thank you from him. It wasn't like you were doing this to gain his favor, but you simply did it as a gesture for him slowly integrating into your friend group.

It all came to a head though, when you finally did do something stupid that got his attention.

Enough for him to remember your name.

"Repeat that for me."

You let the silence fester.

Your ears picked up the distant music, the rustling of leaves, and the laughing of a group not too far from where you sat in the car. You had spoken, apparently.

It was the main thing on your mind.

"I think we should break up."

You sniffed your nose, refusing to make eye contact knowing full well that you are the only reason he's hurt. Hopefully, your voice wasn't too meek and too quiet.

You stared down at your shoes. Previously-white would be a compliment to the off-brand-off-color soles that stilled below.

A few months ago, you had side stepped yourself in front of him to take a punch. Kicking up a tuff of grass- Probably the little speck of muck you can see in the corner of the outsole.

You knew it was stupid. You knew he could have dumped the crutches and fought back, but it was like an innate action in you abrupted. That wasn't the sequence of events that got you stuffed into the passenger seat after you attempted to start the car, however.

No.

What happened was simple, and it wasn't justifiable in comparison to the bloodied figure that stood before you.

You had, completely on accident and not at all your fault, bitch slapped his enemy.

It wasn't your fault; you shot your hand back like memories of childhood cat fights resurfaced.

And then, you ran.

Because you realized you had, indeed, just bitch slapped his enemy.

Sukuna thought it was the funniest fucking thing he had ever seen. He couldn't help but watch in an erroneous awe as the umbrella you held over his head fell to the floor, corners smacking the top of his head as you scurried off like a drowned rat.

He stared back at the guffawed crowd that slowly formed, using the end of his crutch to trip the guy that tried to go after you.

And from then on, he bothered you tremendously. He wasn't one to thank people, but he also wasn't one to feel like he owed somebody. It didn't sit well with him that he wasn't able to predict a stranger jumping in for him, and as cocky and competent as he may be, his guilt started to seep in after the hilarity of the situation washed off.

Because you had unknowingly just made yourself an enemy of another talented fighter. All because he was on crutches.

Your stupid decision on day one of Sukuna finally remembering your name built up to this moment, where the guy you had bitch slapped wanted to prove to everybody that he wouldn't let you get away with it.

Your hands started to shake in your lap as your ears perked at his low chuckle.

"Sure we should." Sukuna brought his hand to his face, wiping off the streak of blood that convened on his chin. "And I should win a Tony award."

"I'm serious," You spoke.

"I'll bet you are." he turned towards you from his heightened angle, "I'm not breaking up with you over a scratch."

Your eyes squint, your eyebrows furrow. Actions that you can't seem to prevent around him.

"It's not just a scratch-"

"You think I give a shit about this?" he held up his forearm for you to view, "They were bashing your fucking head in and you think I give a shit about some glass? Get the fuck outta here. Break up, my ass."

Everyone had just watched. Sukuna wasn't the only person that hadn't bothered to remember your name. And unfortunately for you, if you exist as a nobody, you get beaten as one as well.

The only person to do anything about it had arrived late, but the second he realized what was going on, he had thrown him off you. And his enemy decided to break a beer bottle to finish the fight.

Hence, why Sukuna was mocking your sulking attitude with jokes about his gorified forearm.

You listened as he slid himself down with a huff against your car door.

"We're not breaking up because you feel bad."

"I'm fine." Your voice nothing more than a mutter, still refusing his line of contact.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and say that shit to me again."

Your ring finger traced the corner of your eye. Every little thing seems to be a memory for you. And luckily, they were largely good.

"Say that shit to her again," he had laughed, almost maniacally. "Let me hear it this time."

"I'm not talking t-"

"Say that shit to my girlfriend again or walk the fuck away from me." his palm traced your lower back, "Your choice."

And they stood silent.

"Or I could make it for you, too."

You hadn't known you were his girlfriend at that point. Not that it was your fault, you just hadn't had the conversation yet. Sukuna was not a particular fan of that following conversation though, even if you just wanted unabashed clarity.

You could still hear the party going. You finally let your eyes view over him, crinkling your nose at the way his muscles strained over his knees and biceps flexed with his calloused fingers.

You couldn't help yourself eventually. He was, unequivocally, extremely hot.

For you, it started with his voice. Son of a bitch had the mouth of a sailor, but if it wasn't honest, it was for a joke. His reputation didn't precede him, it completely misconstrued him. Sukuna liked to laugh, liked to fight, liked to eat, and liked to watch pretty girls walk around while giggling with their friends.

But he also liked you.

He liked that you tried, even if you didn't succeed. He liked that you knew nothing about Judo- He could make a mockery of you and you wouldn't even know what it meant.

But you still caught on.

And you persisted with him and his banter. You both were allowed to exist with each other wholeheartedly, which included moments of insecurity and vulnerability.

Even if it was hard for him to take those moments seriously.

"They had you on the floor." he cracked his neck swiftly, "I don't give a shit if you didn't get hurt. I bought you that jacket, and they ruined it. That's good enough for me."

you look down at it, grasping the hefty material between your fingers.

It became your sole jacket, now blood soaked and alcohol bleached. Sukuna had noticed you often wore jackets despite the enraging temperatures outside.

And of course, that was just another thing he gave you shit for.

"I don't need your permission to break up with you, Kuna."

he laughs at you, folding his healthy arm into the crook of his lap.

"Yeah, you do."

"No," You shook your head in opposition, "I really don't."

"I've decided you do." he nods along, flicking a piece of dirt off his knee.

"Well," you trailed your words behind his mocking, "Then, I've decided, just now, that I don't."

You can feel the piercing of his eyes into your skull. God forbid he ever be granted lasers, you'd surely be evaporated in moments on one of his bad days.

"Seriously?"

your eyes travel away from him further, knowing you're once again a reason for his bad days. His voice was firm as always, but it was more strained and annoyed than his usual temperament with you.

"You're gonna break up with me because I defended you?"

"You got hurt." Your eyes continue to refuse his glare, "It's my fault."

"So did you," he gestures, "I spent weeks teaching you how to fight. You want me to break up with you because you can't do jackshit?"

In his defense, you really couldn't do jackshit. He couldn't even start out on punches with you. He had to teach you how to properly stretch.

As in, literally just reaching your fingertips to the tips of your feet.

"Yes."

"Bullshit. We're not breaking up over this."

"We should."

"No."

"Kuna-"

"We're not having this conversation," he bit out with a fling of his head away from you, "Not when you look like a Black Friday victim."

your brain stuttered, slightly malfunctioned at his insult.

"A what?" a small smile forms on your lips.

he gestures around with his bloodied hand, "You look like that wack ass Barbie from the movie we watched."

Oh.

"You mean Weird?"

"Yeah, you look fuckin' weird."

"No, I mean Weird Barbie." You curl your expression from him.

"Sure," he nods, "You can be Weird Barbie."

"I'm not saying I wanna b-" his eyes meet yours as you sigh, "What's that got to do with Black Friday, anyway?"

He shakes his head as you both look away, enjoying the temporary vacation from any banter to listen to the wind blowing.

It was still Sukuna, though. And this was the first instance of him seeing you in a state like this. Sure, he usually lets his propensity for shit talking overrule his mouth, but even he could recognize when it wasn't enough for him.

"You really okay?"

He had asked you several times before. While he was dragging your tripping feet to the car you agreed to take home together. While he forced you away from the drivers seat after your fingers found the slot for your keys. After he had shoved you into the passenger seat and inspected you inch for inch, hardly saying anything between his gripping and tugging.

You were lucky that you weren't bleeding. Just bruised with a shattered ego.

"Sure."

"Change your mind about the hospital?"

"I think you need it more than me."

he shook his head, "I don't need shit."

"Then, I don't either."

"Yeah, right."

"What, you wanna re-enact all your freaky nurse dreams with me or something?"

He scoffs a laugh, "If you're offering."

"That was not an offer," You look away, "Most people call it mocking."

"You're mocking me?"

"Is there an echo?"

"Oh, so now you're suddenly brave huh?" he cocked his head, "Where was this attitude half an hour ago?"

"Mm... It got drowned in vodka."

"You drank tonight?"

you held up your fingers, a small distance between them up for him to view.

he pushes himself up from the ground, a sly grin crossing his face as he makes his way to you.

"Good." he ruffles your hair with a laugh as he moves your legs in the car, "I'm gonna take advantage of you while I still can."

"Can I stay at yours tonight?"

"What'd you think I meant?" he grips the door, "Watch your fingers. And no vomiting in my car."

"It's my car."

"Su car, Mi car."

"You're not failing Spanish, are you?"

he shoves your head down to make you look in your lap.

you smile to yourself, lifting your head as you hear him close your door and walk around the front, gripping your car keys in hand as he strides.

#jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk toji #jjk geto #jjk choso #jjk yuji #jjk fanfic #bad boy sukuna

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lonleywriters-blog · 2 years ago

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can i get yandere elmer headcanons? :0

Of course darling

Yandere Elmer hcs

He is obsessive and possessive

He doesn't want to scare or hurt you

He is so gentle towards you

He stalks you a lot

Has tons of pictures of you

He steals personal items of yours

He loves watching you sleep

Craves physical affection from you

If you start dating him, he will be very clingy

Worships you to no end

Has a shrine of you

Looks at photos of you before he sleeps

Keeps a photo of you in his wallet

He is really shy and scared to talk to you first

#elmer x reader #brandon rodgers x reader #yandere brandon rodgers #yandere Elmer

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youaintnothinbuta · 9 months ago

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A jack kelly x fem! Reader hanging out with the newsies then Les randomly blurts out “their kinda like mom and dad” Jack get really embarrassed and every bursts out laughing while agreeing

“They’re kinda like mom and dad.” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: see request^^

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 375

Warnings: none!! Fluff <3

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You sat with Jack and the other newsies in your usual spot, on the rooftop of a building near the lodge. You lean back against the edge, listening to the others converse, while Jack sat beside you, holding you close, his smile lighting up his face as he jokes with the others.

“Hey, Finch, back up from the edge.” Jack calls out to him, reaching over to tap Specs to tell him to grab onto Finch’s shirt.

Les, the youngest of the newsies, pipes up from across the circle. “You know,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Jack and Y/N are kinda like mom and dad.”

There's a moment of silence as his words sink in, and then the group erupts into giggles and agreement. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you exchange a glance with Jack. Jack's expression is a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and he rubs the back of his neck as all the boys start nudging him, calling him daddy.

“Come on, Les, don't be ridiculous,” he argues, but his protest is met with more rowdiness from the Newsies.

“It’s true!” Race chimes in, grinning. "Making sure we're fed and safe, more parents than mine ever were.”

“Yeah, consider us practice until you start making your own.” Elmer added, Jack punching him lightly in the arm in response.

Jack shot you a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “They’re not wrong,” you say, your tone teasing. He playfully nudges you with his elbow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I guess,” Jack surrenders, the group continues to tease and joke, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Despite Jack's initial embarrassment, you can see the fondness in his eyes as he looks around at the ragtag family you've all become. Les and Davey had their parents to go home to, yes, but Les considered you just as much of a parental figure. He crawled over to Jack, curling up in his lap, Jack still with one arm wrapped around your waist, listening as the others continued their chatter. Jack takes your hand in his, squeezing it three times, one of the many ways he wordlessly tells you he loves you.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years ago

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I just read your entire tag of secret!reader x Jason. Can we get secret!reader running into Cass, Steph, and Babs? 💖

You survey the sandals with a slight frown and tug your cardigan closer. There wasn't any scarring on your feet somehow- but if you were wearing jeans all the time to hide your legs-

"Those would look great with a pair of flared jeans," Babs said, pointing to a pair of brown slides with gold accent buckles.

You jump slightly and she smiled apologetically, gesturing back to where Steph and Cass were nearby. "We saw you through the window," she said, "Thought we'd come say hello."

You nod, swallowing down the anxiety. This was a bad idea- even if it was the middle of the day. It's too close to lunch time and people are filing in. Running errands on their lunch.

"I dunno about you," Steph said, "But shopping always gets easier after lunch- we were just about to grab some dirty water hot dogs in the park."

"And popcorn," Cass chirped.

Another short nod and a shaking breath. There's too much. Too many people- and little kids. You don't want to scare them... looking like some story book monster-

"Come on, sweetie," Babs said kindly, patting your forearm when you tuck your hands into your pockets- it's too warm for gloves. And they're the only visible skin aside from your face.

"I- I should go home," you manage. "Elmer probably-"

"Stoned," Cass said grinning.

"He got into the cupboard I guess," Steph snorted. "About 10 minutes after you left."

"Such a jerk," you sigh.

"But," Stephanie said taking your arm on the other side, "That should give you time to get some lunch."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #secret!reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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apolloscastellan · 6 months ago

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Masterlist

Current works: 2.

Last work: Loss of my life final chapter (Published 02/09/24)

Currently working in: ArtPatrick x Patrick's childhood best friend!Reader series, Riff Lorton x Tony's sister!Reader series, Poly!Percabeth x Reader one shot.

Newsies:

Jack Kelly

Racetrack Higgins

David Jacobs

Albet DaSilva

Elmer

West Side Story:

Riff Lorton

Mouthpiece

Challengers:

Art Donaldson

Patrick Zweig

Tashi Duncan

Poly!Challengers

Harry Potter:

James Potter

Lily Evans

Poly!Jilly

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Poly!Wolfstar

Poly!Marauders

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Ron Weasley

Percy Jackson:

Luke Castellan

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Poly!Percabeth

Dear Evan Hansen:

Connor Murphy

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

The Summer I Turned Pretty:

Steven Conklin

Conrad Fisher

Jeremiah Fisher

Taylor Jewel

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Poly!Steddie

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Famous people:

Ben Cook

Mike Faist

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slythering-snake-boys · 2 years ago

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It's Been Awhile Ch. 1

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 3246

Warnings: some fluff, some angst

You exhaled the moment you reached the bustling platform, seeing the train you were supposed to board, along with so many unfamiliar faces passing by. The loud chatter, yells and damp weather left you feeling drained. Hopefully, it'd clear up later and your destination would also be lucky to have good weather. You had been lucky to have many pleasant days at Hogwarts as a student. And it had been at least 5 years since you'd graduated from Hogwarts. You kept wondering, when had the time gone by?

It felt as if it was only yesterday when you were bursting through the doors of the Great Hall with Professor Fig, on your way to being sorted into a house. And now, you were already going to your first reunion.

"Miss, the train leaves in a few minutes. Would you like me to get you anything before you depart?" Your assistant, Elmer, asked you with a smile on his face, startling you out of your thoughts before you turned to see him smiling at you expectantly.

Ever since you'd started working at the Goblin Liaison Office, you'd been swamped with work: papers, diplomatic meetings with goblins, formal parties to attend and strengthen relations etc. And so, you needed an assistant to help you manage everything properly. And Elmer had turned out to be exactly what you needed.

"No, Elmer, thank you. I appreciate it, but you should go home. I'm sure your little sister misses you terribly. And I'll be fine on my own, no worries. I'll be seeing you in a few days, anyway." You smiled at him, seeing him smile back before he looked around. The platform was now even more packed with people running to say their goodbyes and greet their loved ones, yells still ringing out, and baggage and trolleys full of people's belongings being carried back and forth. It was chaos and you knew the Hogsmeade station would be the same when you'd arrive. You wondered if you'd meet anyone at the same time you arrived and if yes, who? Part of you could only hope-

The whistle announcing the boarding snapped you out of your reverie. "All aboard! All aboard, ladies and gentlemen!" The train conductor's loud voice boomed across the hustle and bustle of other witches and wizards and you turned to Elmer.

"Take care and have fun, okay? Don't forget to wish your sister all the best. It's her wedding, after all." You hugged him and felt him hug you back.

"Of course, I will. You have fun as well, Miss. Watch out so those Hogwarts folk don't try to give you a teacher's position there. They probably would try." You laughed and shook your head.

"I'd miss you too much." He smiled brightly, his curly hair bouncing as he chuckled. "I'll see you soon. Take care."

"You, too! Have a safe trip! Bring me something from Honeydukes!" He yelled as you stepped inside the train, laughing and shaking your head in amusement.

You walked along the corridor, searching for your cabin until you found it, then took a seat and put your bag in your lap, sighing as you looked outside. You were facing the other train that was just arriving, which was a shame since you would've liked to wave at Elmer one more time before you departed, but you only sighed instead.

You were by yourself in the cabin and somehow felt relieved. Some people would recognise you and start asking questions when they saw you on the street, especially since you'd now become the face of diplomatic relations between wizard kind and goblin kind. Some would be appreciative, others disgusted. You'd learned how to deal with both, though you preferred the former, naturally. Knowing there were others who wanted to have better relations with other beings and species made you feel as if you weren't alone and it was possible to achieve.

You thought of Elmer and everything else that had happened. He was just a little younger than you but eager to help and learn. You'd thanked your lucky stars for him applying because he'd been helping you deal with the large amount of work when it became too much for you. He was also one of the few who currently knew about your little side interest in Ancient Magic, which didn't go away either. He'd always help you declutter your schedule so you had enough time to also do your research on your unique inheritance.

After ending your fight with Ranrok using Ancient Magic, you'd really taken an interest in its potential to not only help you develop into a better witch but to also research it and maybe find a way to use it without any repercussions. You had managed to talk with the Keepers and ask them as much as possible about its power and the repository, while also assuring them that you wouldn't go against their word if they expressly forbid you from going further. You had, after all, sworn to keep it a secret forever and became one of the Keepers as well. It wasn't just a promise to yourself, but also to Professor Fig, whom you still missed dearly.

You opened your bag, rummaging a little before taking out a little notebook that you opened to your most recent notes. There were a number of letters tucked in between them that you sometimes read. You smiled as you looked at the names written on them, all of them kept safe and reminding you of the adventures you had had as a student. You'd received a few letters from some of your former classmates since the announcement of your reunion a few weeks prior: from Natty, Poppy, Garreth, Amit, Imelda... Even Ominis. But there had been nothing from Sebastian. You sighed sadly, feeling a bit conflicted.

You had drifted quite a bit after the events that took place during your fifth-year. And you hadn't really seen him and Ominis talking that much either, unless they were paired in classes. You tried your best to keep your relations with them friendly, though you were never really a trio like you used to be - something that broke your heart, though you were sure the boys felt the same, especially knowing that they had both been friends long before you met them.

Somehow, you still felt guilty that it was because of you that their friendship was ruined. No matter how hard you had tried to dissuade Sebastian from diving deeper into Dark Magic, it was as if he didn't hear either of you. And you being able to wield Ancient Magic had only seemed to spur him on and try harder to find a cure for Anne and ways to better understand the Dark Arts. You really wondered if Anne's curse really was his only reason or if it was also an excuse. But it was just water under the bridge. You knew the twins hadn't spoken to one another since that fateful day when everything changed.

Solomon's death was still a heavy weight on your mind, along with Anne's curse, which had been your primary reason for your research. Speaking of Anne, she was better, thanks to a brilliant doctor at St. Mungo's who had been studying curses and found a way to alleviate not only the pain but also their effects on the body. At least, that's what Ominis had told you in his most recent letter. There had been no word of Sebastian from him and you didn't dare ask either.

You smiled as you reread the letters for the nth time that week. It was weird to think that you were all adults now, with jobs and so many things to do.

Natty had become a Lead Auror, which honestly didn't surprise you one bit. You only hoped she didn't worry her mother as much as she did when you fought with Harlow during your fifth-year, though you had a feeling her mother was always going to be worried. You still shuddered at the thought of her taking the Cruciatus Curse in your stead, remembering the awful feelings you experienced when Sebastian had cast it on you since you couldn't mean it. You sighed and shook your head. You planned on treating her to a couple of Butterbeers this year as well as thanks. It had become some sort of tradition whenever you'd be able to meet up with her.

Poppy had decided to work in multiple sub-departments for the Ministry's Beast Division - apparently, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to poachers, but the sweetest thing when she encountered any beast. You knew that the centaurs had come to respect her greatly, especially because of Dorran's faith in her after you three had managed to rescue the Golden Snidgets. She had become a spokeswoman for the benefits of collaborating with the Centaurs in protecting beasts, something that made you smile in obvious pride.

Garreth ended up becoming an Exotic Symbol Analyst, which he said was not only interesting but allowed him to travel and gather different potion ingredients. His passion for making weird concoctions still hadn't faded and it amused you to no end, especially when you remembered all the times he had to stay behind and clean the Potions classroom. You hoped he had become better over the years or at least had a safe space for his experiments to blow up and not hurt anyone. Maybe he'd one day collaborate with Sirona or Honeydukes to sell his inventions.

Amit had become an Astronomy professor at Hogwarts after being Professor Shah's teacher's assistant and studying the constellations. You also knew that he'd managed to befriend the few Goblins you recommended him to so he could finally improve his Gobbledegook. You hoped he'd talk to you and you could test him since you yourself had had to learn it for your job and had become quite good at it.

Ominis had become Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. His father and mother had insisted on him becoming even more, but he had refused. Unfortunately, his parents had made it hard for him to get a job anywhere else, the name Gaunt striking fear in most.

Even if he was an adult, between him and the rest of his family, most people feared and listened to them instead of him. So he was momentarily stuck there with Spavin, who was apparently a talking void that said much but understood nothing. Remembering Professor Fig's words about the current Minister, you weren't really surprised, but you did feel sorry for Ominis. Though it wasn't always so bad, as he had told you on a lighter note. Ominis knew all the gossip going around and even started his own or fanned the flames, much to your amusement. He hadn't changed much in that regard since your time at Hogwarts.

Imelda had, naturally, become the Quidditch Captain and Chaser, specifically for the Ilkley Quidditch team. She was busy scoring points for the team, organising trials and training sessions, besides many more activities. And no wonder, seeing as her flying skill was almost unmatched and she had led her team further than ever before thanks to her drive to win. They were one opportunity away from competing with some of the biggest Quidditch teams in the world. And you believed she was able to get them there.

You sighed and put the letters back, jotting down a few more notes for your research later when you'd be back in the safety of your home. You'd learned how to Apparate to the Map Chamber in order to check on the repository and check in with the Keepers now and then. It was pretty uncomfortable to go there due to all the memories, especially the very first few times when you were still learning how to Apparate properly. You remembered how close you were to throwing up the very first time you went there after your final fight. The emotional damage and Professor Fig's death still haunted you and probably would continue to for the remainder of your life.

You put your notebook back in your bag and settled in, watching the outside scenery through the wide window. The greenery and the rarely-seen blue sky were a nice welcome after the dreary weather you'd had for the past couple of weeks of being stuck inside writing reports. But it had been worth it because you had managed to allow Goblins to teach Gobbledegook in a number of schools as an extracurricular activity. It had become strangely popular amongst children, who found it weird and funny at the same time. Even some adults had heard about it and insisted on classes being organised outside schools and focused on 'Business Gobbledegook' for those who were interacting with goblins for business purposes.

Your mind momentarily cleared of everything related to work and you only looked at the world beyond the glass silently and thoughtfully. With a swish of your hand, the window opened a crack and you heard and felt the wind as it blew, causing you to sink back into your seat and close your eyes.

If you focused enough, you could almost hear the birds singing and the sound of Lacewing Flies, sense the smell still wafting from Honeydukes and feel the taste of Butterbeer on your tongue... Then the warmth against your hand that seemed almost too nervous to go beyond and capture your fingers together before they almost acted of their own volition. Those brown eyes and those freckles made you involuntarily smile as you remembered the Sebastian in front of you at that time.

"What is it? Did you get a bad one? What was it? Earwax?" You laughed as you nodded towards the almost empty box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Sebastian's slight frown dissipated as his cheeks reddened immediately and he shook his head, looking away from you.

"What? N-No, it was Bacon..." He responded almost defensively, trying not to let his voice crack at being caught staring at you. His eyes quickly darted to your hand that was currently playing with the wrappers of some toffees you'd bought from Honeydukes. The two of you were seated in a quiet corner at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some Butterbeer and sweets after a surprise quiz from Professor Sharp, which you managed to ace, despite trying to distract each other as subtly as possible.

"Seb, hey... Is something wrong?" You asked him when you noticed how unusually quiet he was, lowering your head a little to catch his gaze. You smiled reassuringly and saw him smile back nervously before he breathed in and straightened his back in a show of confidence, despite his red cheeks.

"Can I tell you something?" You nodded, eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Of course, you can. Anything and anytime." He nodded and breathed in, his cheeks getting even redder.

"I like you. More than a friend. For quite a while." Your eyes widened in surprise before a smile took over your lips almost immediately.

"You do?" Sebastian nodded and you decided to grab his hand, holding it reassuringly. "Well then, Mr Sallow, aren't you lucky? It appears I like you more than a friend as well." You were nervous as you spoke, but knowing that your crush wasn't one-sided anymore gave you a boost of confidence, enough to confess your feelings for the boy.

Sebastian laughed, squeezing your hand back, his eyes shining with joy while you mirrored him. He hesitated to envelop your hand completely, his fingers twitching on top of your skin in a barely perceptible way. Despite his obvious nervousness, his fingers soon intertwined with your own, slotting your hands together. His hand was bigger and warmer than yours, making butterflies erupt into a frenzied flight inside your stomach. It felt right and you couldn't hide your smile.

"I think another round of Butterbeer is in order." He grinned at you and you felt your heart pick up its pace as you returned his smile, neither of you unable to smother it down even if you tried.

You opened your eyes, a sea of trees stretching out below and the sky, which was now dark and cloudy, showing sure signs of rain. You were getting close to Hogsmeade Station by the looks of it. You stretched, stifling a yawn with your hand. You couldn't remember falling asleep at all. You must've been more tired than you had thought.

It wasn't long before the train arrived and you picked up your luggage, navigating through throngs of people as the rain was gradually picking up. You finally managed to exit the station, only to see a Thestral-drawn carriage waiting. A man holding an umbrella was waiting anxiously, keeping his distance from the Thestral as much as possible, looking around at the thinning crowd. When he saw you, he beckoned you over. You thought it was weird since you hadn't told anyone when you'd arrive. You gripped the handle of your conjured umbrella and started walking towards the carriage. The rain was downright pouring and it had gotten colder, your frame lightly shivering whenever the wind blew strongly.

"Miss MC?" A man, who seemed to be a local, asked when you approached. You nodded, caressing the wet Thestral gently as it only came closer for more affection. You had missed the Thestrals around there - they reminded you of the ones you'd managed to rescue years before. You saw the man gulp and were left wondering if he could see the gentle but often misunderstood creature or if he was scared of it. "The school has sent the carriage to pick you up."

"Oh, have they now? Thank you and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Here, for your trouble." You looked into your wallet quickly before handing him a few Galleons. The man was shocked and tried to refuse, but you insisted until he smiled and nodded, going to the nearest Floo Network and leaving.

You looked back at the Thestral who was looking at you and you caressed it again before getting inside. A shiver ran through you and you sneezed, but then you let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of the driving rain and only a few minutes away from your destination. You relaxed against the soft cushion before swishing your wand, causing the carriage to jolt the tiniest bit. Just as it started moving, the door suddenly flung open and you pointed your wand towards it, heart pounding in panic.

"Whoa, easy there!" That voice... You slowly put your wand down and saw the figure stepping inside, closing the door as he sat on the opposite side from you, his black raincoat noisily moving along with his body. The owner sighed and leaned back, breathing heavily with his hood covering the upper half of his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, seeing the barely visible remnants of a stubble, probably from shaving too hastily. Then, as if suddenly remembering he wasn't alone, he sat up straight and took his hood off. Despite expecting it, your breath still hitched in your throat as your eyes met those familiar chocolate brown ones.

"Sebastian..." His name was familiar on your tongue but left a multitude of tastes behind. You felt conflicted as to which one was the strongest.

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