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cottonlemonade · 2 months ago

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Dating You For A Bet [Part 4]

word count: 3420 || avg. reading time: 15 mins.

pairing: university AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, use of alcohol

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

By the time Christmas was over, Issei and you were texting each other regularly again. It started with you sending him a picture of a holiday snack he told you about over coffee, and you wanted to confirm that it was the right one. Later that day, he let you know that the photo made him crave the snack, too, so he had gone out to get a bag himself. An hour or so later you asked him if he’d seen the latest cheesy holiday flick on Netflix, he said No but followed it up by saying that it would be rectified immediately and you, naturally, watched it at the same time, texting each other updates and reactions about the plot. There was no doubt that you missed him, and you felt a weird mixture of small happiness and caution whenever your phone buzzed with a new text, but whichever way you looked at it, you couldn’t forget the fact that the first half of your relationship had all been pretend. You kept reminding yourself over and over as you laughed about his silly comments on the movie and when you replayed a voice message he sent imitating an especially ridiculous line.

The day before New Year’s then, your heavily suppressed need to be in his arms again was put to the test. The cold and gloom of the weather coupled with the immense amount of Christmas rom-coms you’d consumed had you reach for the phone more times than you cared to admit. But instead of giving in to the urge, you tossed the devilishly tempting device onto your roommate’s bed and buried yourself deep into a blanket, with your comfort show playing on your tablet.

“Hey, Y/n.”, your roommate came in, freshly showered after a workout at the gym. Yawning from a lazy day spent in bed, you watched her open her wardrobe and pick through her clothes.

“Date tonight?”, you asked.

“Hmm, kinda. My boyfriend and I are gonna go out drinking with some friends and stay up til midnight.”

“That’s nice.”, you said flatly.

“Wanna come?”, she asked, holding a skin-tight little black dress up to her towel-wrapped body and assessing her image in the spotty mirror.

You cocked an incredulous brow in your blanket burrito.

“Do I look like I wanna party?”

Your roommate met your eyes in the reflection and snorted.

“I mean, we still have two hours until we’re supposed to meet. That’s plenty of time to get ready.”, she gave you an encouraging smile, “Come on, I’d love for you to come.”

“Stop tugging at your skirt, you look great. - There he is. Hey handsome!”

Your roommate somehow lengthened her stride despite the high heels and restricting dress, jogging into the arms of the young man waiting in front of the restaurant. He had a stocky build and was half a head shorter than her, especially noticeable in those shoes. You recognized him as the varsity Volleyball team’s libero and offered a small wave hello, which went unnoticed because they were very busy greeting each other. To be honest, the way he looked into his girlfriend’s eyes after she kissed him made you believe in true love and want to throw up at the same time.

Once inside, you were all welcomed warmly by a large group of people sitting around a long table, every bit of which was covered with platters of food. The smell of steak, seared vegetables, and warming soups wafted through the air and made your mouth water. A few more seats were unoccupied but filled up in the next half an hour as more friends joined. You had never talked to or even met any of these people and for the most part, stuck to looking at your dinner and nodding politely along to surrounding conversations.

“Why are you always late?”, the boyfriend laughed towards the door while he dug into a pile of meat. You turned slightly, mildly curious. The slice of cheesy omelet almost fell from your chopsticks when none other than Issei greeted the table, giving your roommate’s boyfriend a half hug. He did a double-take when he saw you. “Y/n. What - hi, how are you?”

Draping his jacket over the back of the chair, he sat down on the remaining space next to you. His leg began to bounce.

Throughout the evening, with the help of your roommate, people also turned their attention to you and even asked questions about what it was like to live and study in Japan, about your home country and holiday traditions.

“Look at you making all those new friends.”, Issei said under his breath, smiling at his plate, but obviously directing the comment at you.

“Well yeah, I’m amazing.”, you said and dramatically pretended to flip your hair.

He smiled even wider and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah. You are.”, he lowered his voice even more until it was barely more than a soft low hum, “You look beautiful, by the way. The outfit suits you.”

You pretended to admire the holiday decoration of the room so he wouldn’t see the heat rising in your face.

You were luckily spared any need for a reply when someone to your right said into the group, “What do you say, should we get the party started?”

General cheers erupted around the table, and a waiter was asked for a round of shots.

You raised the glass to your nose for an experimental sniff.

“It’s sake.”, your roommate explained.

“Oh, you might wanna ask for something else.”, Issei advised.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t think you’ll like sake.”

You cocked a challenging brow.

“Because… you don’t drink a lot, and you like your alcohol sweet.”, he added tentatively.

Along with the rest of the table, you toasted to the upcoming new year, holding eye contact with Issei as you demonstratively downed the glass.

“Alright, be my guest.”, he shrugged and drank his own.

You shuddered next to him, eye twitching and mouth pursing.

His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he leaned slightly forward on the table to hide your making faces of disgust behind his broad back.

When you resurfaced, he asked smugly, “How was it?”

“Best thing ever.”, you pressed out and turned once more in your chair for another round of coughing.

“I’m so glad you like it!”, your roommate exclaimed and took bottles worth of sake from a new tray the waiter was holding out for her, “Have another one!”

“Sure.”, you croaked, discreetly stepping on Issei’s foot so that he would stop cackling.

He was already done with his second glass, while you still tried to hype yourself up for what you could only describe as rubbing alcohol with notes of hellfire and a hint of sandpaper.

You turned the glass in your fingers and then noticed how Issei rested his arms on the table as if more engrossed in everyone’s conversations. Behind his elbow, out of view for everyone else, he made a small grabbing motion while he talked with your roommate’s boyfriend. A little puzzled, you carefully pushed your sake into his waiting fingers. It must have been the right move because he set down his own emptied glass in front of you and now smoothly drank yours. As the night went on, glass after glass was exchanged this way and Issei’s cheeks soon turned rosy.

There was still some time left until midnight when Issei stumbled out of the bathroom and nearly caused a collision with a waiter.

“Sor- sorr- ssory.”, he slurred, looking a little past the waiter, probably because he saw two of them and chose the wrong one to address.

Being the only sober person at the table and feeling very guilty for him having had twice as many drinks as everyone else, you volunteered to take him back to the dorm safely. Issei stood still-ish as you wrapped his scarf around his neck and helped him into his jacket but tumbled immediately as soon as you began ushering him towards the exit. He slung his arm around your shoulder, and you half-hoisted him into a waiting taxi in front of the restaurant. You gave the driver the address of the university and opened your handbag to fish out the small bottle of water you had prudently packed. While you were still engrossed in your task in the darkness of the backseat, Issei mumbled, “Lissen, you’re very preddy an’ I’m sure you’re suber nice but… I’m not over my ex an’- an’ it wouldn’t be fair to you. M sorry. I jus’ can’t.”

You stiffened slightly, then held out the water to him without a word.

By the time you arrived at the campus, Issei had dozed off and the side of his face was smooshed against the window.

With the help of the kind driver, you got him out of the car and made your way to his dorm. The campus was quiet. Most students were probably in the city, celebrating, anticipating.

The water and cold night air seemed to have sobered Issei up a little, and he managed to swerve around a bollard rudely put in his way. Progress was arduous, and the freshly fallen layer of snow crunched under his sneakers. You really wore the wrong shoes for this. Your heels slipped on the icy ground, making you cling to Issei as much as he did to you for stability.

“Let’s sit for a moment.”, you suggested about halfway to the dorm. Issei was heavy as a dead weight, and you could feel sweat forming under your hat from lugging him along. Using the hem of your coat, you brushed snow off a wooden bench before you both plopped down. A few stray snowflakes rushed along the ground, picked up by a little breeze that swept over the empty courtyard. You offered him another gulp of water, which he readily accepted.

“Thank you.”, he whispered, almost too quiet to hear, then cleared his throat and repeated it a bit louder.

“No problem.”, you said and focused on the ground where you nudged some snow around with the tip of your shoe.

Issei groaned, pushing both his hands onto the bench, and swayed slightly back and forth.

“How are you feeling?”

“Never better.”, he mumbled, keeping his head low and eyes closed.

“We’re almost there. Not much further.”

“I never should have taken that bet.”, he said quietly.

“What?”

“I never should have even talked to these guys.”

He was now staring at his knees and his voice caught when he continued, “I can’t believe I ruined it. I should have… I should have come up to you on our first day and I should have kissed you.”

You didn’t know what to do, so you tried to joke, “Well, I would have probably used my pepper spray and reported you to the dean.”

Issei gave a toneless laugh.

“Look, I…” You hesitated. “I forgive you. It’s okay. - And hey, you’ll meet someone new someday and definitely not make that same mistake again.” After a moment's waver, you put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing for comfort.

“I don’t want - shit-”, he broke off and turned his head away, then coughed and tried to take a deep breath, but his back stiffened and he coughed again. You realized he started sobbing.

“Issei…”

“Don’t-“, he began.

“Don’t… what?”, you asked softly, taking your hand off his shoulder in case he meant you should stop touching him.

He turned to you, eyes drowning in tears, “I’m so sorry. But don’t … don’t tell me I’ll find someone else.”

“But…”

“No! I don’t want anyone else! God, y/n, I love you so much. I can’t just…”, he hiccuped, “You’re everything I want. You’re all I can think about. I understand that you want to move on. And you deserve the world.” His large hands, still cold from the bench, came up to ever so gently cup your face, “You can hate me but… don’t tell me I’ll ever get over you. I won’t.”

With that, he dropped his hands and rested his forehead on your shoulder as the tears kept falling and you patted his head to soothe him through a new wave of sobs.

The inky black sky lit up with bright lights. Crackling, whistling, and popping of the New Year’s fireworks almost completely swallowed your reply. “I can’t hate you.”

It took a few tries for Issei to slot the key into the front door lock of his building but eventually, you managed to help him up the stairs and into his room. The burnt plant still sat on the window sill and you spotted one of the plushies you had returned to him stuffed halfway under his pillow when he flopped face down onto his bed. You took off his jacket and scarf and made him drink the last bit of water left in the bottle before covering him with his blanket.

“Thank you.”, he said and yawned widely.

“No problem.” Your eyes met and for a fraction of a heartbeat you wanted to lean down to kiss him goodnight but instead, you brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.

“Are you gonna stay?”, he asked hopefully.

“No, I shouldn’t. I’m gonna head back to my room.”

When you got up he held onto the tips of your fingers. It wouldn’t haven’t taken any effort at all to pull yourself free but you didn’t want him to let go.

“Issei, I have to go.”

He thought about it, studying your face in the dim light of the occasional distant rocket. Then he sat up and pushed the blanket off.

“I should walk you.”

“What? You- no. Lay back down.”

“But it’s dark and creepy. You hate dark and creepy.”

“I’ll be fine.”, you couldn’t help but smile when you put your hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him into his pillow.

“Do you want to call me? I’ll stay on the phone with you until you’re in your room.”

You shook your head and tucked him in again.

“Sorry… I didn’t wanna be pushy about it.”, he muttered into his blanket.

“I’ll text you when I’m there.”

His eyes brightened and he nodded.

As soon as he got your message that you were in your bed, he hugged his phone to his chest and fell asleep.

The New Year started with a hangover for Issei. His head felt like it was about the size and weight of a prized watermelon. He wanted to check his phone for the time but the battery was dead. No wonder, since he found it underneath him in bed instead of charging on his nightstand. He sat up and rubbed his face with both hands, trying to piece together what happened the night before. Deciding that the memories would come back to him eventually, he plugged in his phone and went to take a shower in the meantime, using a hand on the wall to steady himself. The hot water brought back a few bits and pieces, flashes of you sitting in a restaurant next to him laughing, you murmuring a pouty thank you when he took the sake off your hands, him sobbing on some bench. When that last one started to return in vivid detail, he shook his head and shut off the water. He cleared his throat and continued with his morning routine, hoping that the sobbing was nothing but an overly dramatized version of whatever stoically shed manly tears he’d actually produced.

With the groan of an old man, Issei sat back down on his bed a few minutes later, while he started up his phone again. A couple of messages from his friends waited in the group chats, tags on social media, a video clip from his sister and her husband, and a voicemail from his parents wishing him a happy new year. But all of that was ignored when he saw a little number next to your name in the chat.

One was from a notification about a deleted message somewhere around 2 a.m., the other was just sent 10 minutes ago.

“We should talk about last night. I’m having breakfast rn. When you’re up, come find me.”

He only stumbled once on his way to the closet where he grabbed random sweats and a hoodie and when he shuffled back into his bathroom slippers - the first shoes he saw - he ran down the corridor and out of the building.

You were lost in thought, stirring your mostly soggy cereal with a long spoon and absently tapping around on your phone, wondering if he was still asleep. The murmured practice of your small prepared speech was cut short, however, because the doors to the cafeteria flew open and a very disheveled Issei looked around. It only took a moment to spot you in the almost empty hall and he hurried over.

“Good morning.”, you said, your heart softened as you noticed a cowlick just above his ear, “Happy New Year.”

“Yea. That. Good New Year to you. You wanted to talk?”

“Okay, straight to the point.” You pushed your breakfast tray away from you so you had space to nervously knead your hands on the table.

But before you could say anything he started rambling, “I’m so sorry for what happened yesterday, I didn’t mean to lay all that on you. If you wanna tell me that we can’t even be friend-adjacent anymore I might as well change schools. So -“

“Firstly, I’m glad we’re not overreacting here.”

“Right.”, he breathed out and sat down across from you.

“Alright, I’m not gonna drag this out. I still have feelings for you and while it will take a bit for me to trust you again I’d like to give it another go. - If you’re up for it.”

Issei blinked in shock. You used the opportunity to elaborate a little on the terms you had laid out last night in bed while you were staring at the ceiling, too preoccupied with overthinking to consider sleep.

“We can get to know each other again and see where it takes us. A fresh start.”, you looked at him, waiting. He still gaped at you. “This is the part where you would answer.”, you said patiently.

“Yes!”, he called, the echo of which bounced off the walls and had the few other students and cafeteria staff turn their heads in his direction. He cleared his throat. “Yes. Ahem. That sounds … uhm. Good.”

“Good?”

“I said what I said.”

You smiled and nodded.

“Okay. Let’s start with a coffee.”

“Coming right up.”

And he was already jogging to the beverage station.

You watched as he placed two steaming cups on a tray and came back over, slowing his steps in thought, then speeding up again with new determination.

He came to a halt next to the table.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

“What?”

“This chair.”, Issei nodded to the empty spot, “Are you expecting anyone?”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, you said, you’d have to get to know me again so… Hi, I’m Issei and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. Would it be okay if I joined you?”

You frowned with amused disbelief.

“If I say No, do I still get that coffee?”

“Maybe?”

“Fine… just sit down.”, you chuckled.

“Thank you.”

He took his seat and put the mug down in front of you, excitedly.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“That’s gorgeous. Very fitting.”

“Uh huh.”, you grinned but decided to play along, “I gotta warn you, I just got out of a relationship.”

He wrapped his hands around his coffee. “Oh yeah? Tell me about the guy.”

You sighed. “Are we really doing this?”

“Hm hm.”

“To be honest, he was kinda a jerk. Started off great but then I found out he was just using me.”

“Bastard.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

“Well in the name of full disclosure, I have to confess something, too. I just got dumped by the love of my life and you remind me of her.”

“So I’m your rebound.”

“Yes.” He took a sip of coffee.

“Wow, you suck at this.”

“Oh, just you wait til you find out about all the other things I suck at. The list is pretty long. We can talk about all of them on our first date, x/n.”

“It’s y/n.”

“Right, sorry.”

You both laughed.

a/n: thank you so much to everyone who was invested in this story. This was truly another passion project and I hope you enjoyed it until the end 🌟

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faretheeoscar · 11 months ago

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NEEDY MIGUEL

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, brief mentions of sex, oral sex.

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.

PART 2 PART3 PART 4 (final soon)

Needy Miguel that comes home tired of another day at the spider society, dealing with more than he can take on.

Needy Miguel that feels the weight of the multiverse on his shoulders and feels empty inside when he opens the door of his room and nobody is there to greet him and comfort him.

Needy Miguel that drags his feet to bed exhausted, disengages his suit and lays flat naked on the bed, his body drained of energy.

Needy Miguel that tries to drift off to sleep but thoughts of you earlier on the day when you were together on a mission start invading his head, making him hot and bothered.

Needy Miguel that even though he’s tired and he know he’ll regret this in the morning gives his already hard cock a couple of testing tugs and immediately moans and squeezes his throbbing member at the thought of how good the curve of your ass looks in your spider suit.

Needy Miguel that dry fucks his fist angrily out of frustration of not having anyone that can satisfy him, not having a warm body against his, at the frustration of not being able to tell you how he feels about you, about not having the opportunity of fucking your sweet cunt instead of his own fist like every other day when he finds himself at this exact same situation.

Needy Miguel that stitches his eyebrows together as he thinks about how your moans would sound probably like heaven as he fucks you senseless, picturing your legs spreading out for him, your inner thighs full of bruises that he left after eating you out and making you come on his tongue at least 3 times before he buried his fat cock deep inside you.

Needy Miguel that decides to finally reach out for the lube and drip down some drops, moaning and arching his back at the sensation of the cold substance against his hot head.

Needy Miguel that likes to edge himself, likes to fuck his fist fast to then slow down and just rub his thumb against the underside of his weeping swollen red tip making his legs shiver and whimper in need.

Needy Miguel that plays with his balls with his free hand, pulls them down, kneads at them, stretches them and brings them together as he feels a sweet relief from that.

Needy Miguel that changes positions in bed and closes his eyes, resting his feet flat on the bed to meet each violent and fast tug of his hand with a thrust of his hips as a loud groan erupts from his chest and resonates all over his penthouse.

Needy Miguel that was too tired to even notice that when he threw his gizmo next to him in bed, he accidentally called you, the live feed option turning on, making you witness everything; hearing each moan and sweet sound he made, praising your name over and over again until finally loads and loads of thick cum ran down his knuckles when he met his release.

Fair for me to say you’re gonna probably have an interesting chat with him tomorrow.

AN: This is my first post writing smut for Miguel, I had a revelation about him after I woke up knowing that I dreamed about him but sadly I don’t remember what it was about 😭😭

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schemmentigfs · 2 months ago

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Sweetening The Deal. (part 5.)

Summary: after the exchange on the dressing room, you try to test Melissa’s worst limits, but of course things don’t go as planned.

tags: @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @greencurlyhair @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Next Chapter.

The tension in the parking lot of the Liberty Plaza Philadelphia mall was nearly suffocating to the point where it left you breathless, gasping for air.

As you stood there, your pulse racing under Melissa Schemmenti’s predatory gaze, a mix of both excitement and nervousness filled your chest. You were trying to maintain the confident, almost bratty persona you had adopted since the arrangement began to shield and protect yourself from any consequences, but it felt like it was unraveling with each passing second. The weight of the shopping bag in your hand suddenly felt much heavier, like a secret you weren’t sure you were ready to keep.

The redhead stood before you, her body still as steady as a rock, and you could see the glimmer in her green eyes. It was a challenge, an invitation to see how long you would hold onto this new persona you had tried on. Her smirk widened as she observed your hesitation, and you could almost feel her enjoying the subtle power she held over the situation.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl?” she quips, a dangerous lilt in it that sends a shiver down your spine. “You gonna stand there like un idiota all day, or are you gonna stop pretending and answer me like big smart girls do?”

You quickly scrambled to regain some sense of control. The flood of emotions in your chest was overwhelming, and instead of addressing it, you did what you always did when you were out of your depth. Reacting in the worst way possible; testing everyone who messed with you to their worst limits.

And Melissa Schemmenti would be no different. It doesn’t matter if she is being your sugar mommy and giving the financial support or a chance to get out of your miserable life, the fact that sometimes you were treated almost like a plaything was too much.

“Cat got your tongue again or are we playing shy?”

With a quick jerk of your wrist, you pulled away from her grasp, giving her a coy grin. “I’m fine, Schemmenti. Now get off me.”

The tone of your voice was thick with something that was half-uncertain and half-defiant. Without giving her a chance to respond, you hopped into the passenger seat of the sleek black car with exaggerated nonchalance, slamming the door behind you shut a little harder than necessary. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared straight ahead, pretending like the whole situation didn’t affect you.

Although, it was affecting you in the worst way possible.

Melissa didn’t immediately follow you. Instead, she stood there for a beat, staring at you with an almost innocent genuine curiosity. You could feel the heat of her eyes on you, and for a moment, you thought she might say something, but instead, she just got into the driver’s seat with a calm, measured air. The silence between you was clear, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was more like the calm before a storm, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this game would go on before you were forced to break.

But you weren’t going to break. You couldn’t. Not yet.

“Think you’re funny, right? Well, I’ll show you what happens when you disrespect someone who you are meant to obey,” the older woman promises quietly to herself. Not even daring to look at you. Yet. In fact, Melissa was dying to see if she could destroy you at her penthouse.

You stared out the window, trying to keep your breathing steady as you wrestled with the whirling thoughts in your mind. The bag with the purple lingerie sat between you on the seat, a constant reminder of the secret between you two, a reminder of the power shift that had started earlier. Melissa’s teasing words, her quiet commands, were still ringing in your ears, and the thought of wearing the lingerie, of being under her control in that way, made your skin flush with heat.

The drive to her home felt like it took an eternity, every minute stretching longer than the last. When the car finally pulled into the garage of the penthouse, you didn’t even wait for her to open the door. You threw the bag over your shoulder and stormed inside, your steps fast, though you knew Melissa wasn’t far behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed in your ears, and despite the bravado you tried to put on, a knot of anticipation twisted in your stomach.

Inside, you dropped the bag on the white couch without a care in the world and made a beeline for the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You felt a strange rebellion and longing bubble up in your chest as you sank into the armchair by the window, grabbing your copy of The Price of Salt from the bedside table— one of the only books you bought from your now old crappy apartment complex. You cracked it open, pretending to lose yourself in the story, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the fire you knew was in Melissa’s olive eyes.

But it didn’t take long before you heard her footsteps approaching. She was never one to let things go, never one to let you wallow in your own little stupid act for too long. There was a pause outside the wooden door, a silent moment that stretched, before she spoke, her raspy voice really low but dripping with intent.

“Done with this stupid bullshit? I want to see you, honey,” she huffed, her tone nothing short of commanding. “Now.”

No response came from you.

You could hear the heat in her voice, the fire, and it made your heart race. You still didn’t answer, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in your lap, even though you had no idea what the words said anymore. Melissa Schemmenti’s presence was overwhelming, and you could already feel her annoyed gaze burning into you through the door.

“Don’t make me ask again,” the Italian woman growled, her words laced with a mixture of frustration and something else—something darker, more possessive. A shiver ran down your spine. You hadn’t expected her to come at you so hard, but you should’ve known better. Melissa didn’t wait. She always got what she wanted.

Still nothing.

You stayed silent, gripping the book tighter, trying to ignore the sudden heat that pooled between your legs. But it wasn’t enough to hide the anticipation you felt at the idea of her seeing you in the purple lingerie. The thought alone made your breath catch in your throat.

Finally, the door of your temporary spare bedroom opened with a soft creak. You didn’t even bother to look up from the book, but the moment Melissa quickly stepped inside, you could feel the change in the air. It was different now—charged, intense. She was close, you could feel her presence at your back, just standing there, waiting for you to make the first move.

You just hummed, a lazy hand on your chin trying to look like you didn’t give a fuck about her. She watches you in silence for a moment, her gaze intense, and then she closes the door with a quiet click, leaning against it as her sharp eyes sweep over you.

“So?” Melissa says firmly, annoyed and unyielding. “You’re just going to sit your ass here and read instead of wearing what I bought you?”

You move to face her and look up, swallowing hard. Her tone is challenging, almost daring you to keep playing this game, but something in her gaze tells you she’s nearing the end of her patience.

“Where are your good manners, kid? Answer me. You little piece of shit.”

Again. She referred to you using a fuckin’ nasty title.

You give a shrug, hoping to keep up the act. “I like this book,” you mutter, sinking further into the armchair, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “And I don’t want to be interrupted right now. Can you please show up another hour?”

Melissa tilts her head, her full lips curling into a smirk. Despite the feeling she has of wanting to throw you against the wall to teach you manners, she only takes a deep breath. “You know,” she says, pushing off the door and moving towards you, “I don’t mind the brat attitude. But we both know you’re dying to wear that lingerie for me.”

She kneels down beside you, her manicured hand resting on the arm of the chair, her face close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek.

“Tell me.”

“Don’t,” you sigh. “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

The redhead studies you for a moment, her gaze unrelenting. “Why don’t you just admit it, sweetheart?” Her voice is softer now, coaxing. Trying to convince you in the sweetest way possible. “You want to be the one I spoil. You want to feel wanted, seen… I can see it in your pretty eyes.”

You feel yourself squirm under her gaze, the weight of her words stirring something deep inside you. But instead of responding, you turn your attention back to the book, pretending to read as if her presence isn’t setting your entire body alight.

That was the last straw.

Without saying a word, Melissa lets out a low groan, seeing through your attempt to brush her off. She reached over and tugged the book from your hands, tossing it aside like it was nothing. You still didn’t look at her, though you could feel her staring at you, eyes boring into your skin. Her act made your mouth drop open in disbelief as you whipped your head up to glare at her.

“Schemmenti, what the hell is this?! Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

She smirked, her wicked expression unapologetic. “Oh, now you’re paying attention. Mommy already told you, doll, I don’t like being ignored.”

You tried to respond, but the intensity of her gaze—so confident, so knowing—left you speechless.

Instead, you bite your lip, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach as her gaze holds you captive. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours, and gestures to the bag she bought from the living room with a slight nod of her head.

“Go on,” she says softly. “Put it on for me, babydoll.”

Your cheeks flush as you stare up at her, feeling the pull of her words, the irresistible command in her tone. She’s challenging you, daring you to step out of your comfort zone, to let yourself be vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. And as much as you want to keep up the act, to play it cool, you can feel yourself caving under her intense presence.

With a shaky breath, you stand up, taking the bag with you and retreating to the bathroom. Your heart is pounding as you slip out of your clothes, unfolding the delicate purple lace, feeling its softness between your fingertips. The thought of her olive eyes on you, her hands on you—her mouth on you makes your skin tingle, every nerve ending coming alive with anticipation.

When you finally gather the courage to step out of the luxurious bathroom, you find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze immediately locking onto you as you enter the room. Her eyes darken as she takes you in, her expression shifting to something almost predatory like a wild animal.

“Come to Mommy,” she says, her voice soft but filled with authority. “Be a nice pet.”

You walk toward her, each step bringing you closer to the edge of a cliff you’re not sure you’re ready to dive off of. But as you stand before her, she reaches out, her hands resting on your gorgeous hips, pulling you close until you’re standing between her legs.

The older woman looks up at you, her face filled with pride and admiration, her strong hands running up your sides, tracing the curves of the lingerie, making you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. “You look stunning,” she murmurs with genuine awe. “Even better than I imagined.”

Your breath catches as her hands continue to explore, her touch both gentle and possessive. Melissa pulls you down onto her lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

“I knew you’d look perfect in this,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “Do you know how much I want you right now?”

Her words make you shiver, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. She smiles at that, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she leans in, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless. Before you can even process the moment, she pulls back, her hands gripping your hips with a new intensity. Without warning, she swiftly pushes you onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets as she hovers above you, her eyes dark with desire.

Her chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and you can feel the heat radiating off her. “Stay right there,” she commands, her voice low and commanding, yet tender in its own way. You lay there, heart pounding, the anticipation building as she hovers over you, her body a perfect blend of control and affection.

The redhead’s lips trailed down your stomach, soft and slow, leaving a hot trail of kisses in their wake. Each touch of her wet mouth made your body tremble, a wave of heat rolling through you with every caress. You could feel her breath, warm and steady, against your skin, and it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

“God, you’re perfect,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands roamed over your body, her fingertips grazing your sides as she took her time, savoring every inch of you. When she reached the waistband of your panties, her fingers lingered, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation coil tighter and tighter inside you.

Then, without warning, she sucked at your tummy, just above the line of your purple underwear. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you gasped, your hands instinctively grasping at the sheets beneath you. The feeling of her lips on your skin, the way her mouth moved against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan.

But then, something shifted. Melissa pulled away abruptly, her body stiffening. Her gaze flickered down to your lacy underwear, and the moment she saw the giant wet spot there, her expression changed, hardening with something you couldn’t quite place.

Her pupils darkened with lust, but also something else—something that felt almost like a challenge. She stared at the spot for a long moment, her breath coming faster now, before she let out a low curse.

“Well, well,” she said, her tone thick with arousal, but edged with something else, something dangerous. “Look at you. You’re already soaked as fuck. And I haven’t even touched you like I want to yet.”

You stopped, caught in the intensity of her gaze, feeling the wetness between your legs become even more noticeable, your body betraying you in ways you hadn’t fully processed until now. Melissa’s eyes flickered back up to yours, and the look she gave you was one of pure, unfiltered desire.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she asked with an edge of authority that made your breath hitch. “Tell me, baby... what’s going on inside that head of yours?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The weight of the moment, the fire in her eyes, had you frozen in place, unsure of what to say. You stared back at her, caught between wanting to speak and the overwhelming flood of emotion and need she stirred in you.

Melissa didn’t wait for you to answer, though. Her hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, and without breaking eye contact, she tugged them down slowly, her fingers brushing over your skin with deliberate slowness. The tension between you two was palpable, and you could feel the urgency building, the need to be touched, to be consumed by her.

When the panties were fully off, she threw them aside carelessly, her hands now sliding over your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her lips returned to your skin, this time moving with an almost possessive energy, as though she was claiming you, marking you as hers.

You let out a shaky breath, unable to look away as she kissed her way lower, her hands parting your shaky legs just enough to let her settle between them. There was no hesitation now, only the heat of her mouth moving down, down, until she was at the apex of your thighs.

And then, just as you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, she paused. Her breath hot against you, her eyes flickering up to yours with that same fire. “You ready for Mommy, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice rough and low.

You nodded, your body aching for her touch, but still, Melissa waited. She let the silence hang between you, knowing just how much it was driving you wild. Finally, she leaned in, kissing the soft skin of your inner thigh, right near where you needed her most. The moment was electric, charged with tension, but before she could go any further, she pulled away again, looking down at your body with a satisfied grin.

“Melissa?!” you protested.

“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” she scoffs, picking up your discarded panties from where they lay crumpled beside her. Her fingers curled around the damp fabric with a deliberate slowness, her movements unhurried, as if savoring every second. She held them up, the wet patch glistening faintly under the soft light, and her lips curved into a smirk.

You supported yourself in your elbows, gasping realizing what she was about to do. Melissa brought the fabric closer to her face. Her eyes flicked up to yours, watching you closely, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal on your face. You swallowed hard, your body frozen under the weight of her attention, and when she finally closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, your breath caught in your throat.

“Goddamn,” she muttered, as her lips parted slightly. Her eyes remained closed, and she looked almost lost in the sensation, like she was savoring something sinful and exquisite. “You smell... so good. So fucking good.”

Your cheeks burned, your body tingling as her words washed over you. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing—Melissa Schemmenti, the confident, composed woman you secretly and strangely adored, utterly undone by a piece of your underwear.

She opened her eyes slowly, the hunger in them making your heart pound. Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked the damp fabric, her pink tongue sliding over the spot that carried the evidence of your desire. The motion was slow and deliberate, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she let out a low whimper.

“Jesus,” the redhead murmured, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she savored the taste. "You taste even better than I imagined."

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, your body trembling under the intensity of her gaze. She tossed the panties aside carelessly, leaning over you once more, her hands braced on either side of your hips. Her face was inches from yours now, her breath warm against your lips.

“You’re mine,” she growled.

Before you could say something else, Melissa’s lips crashed against yours again, and the fire she’d stoked between you finally ignited into an inferno. Her kiss was full of hunger and need, stealing the breath from your lungs. Her hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as she devoured you with an intensity that left you trembling. Her tongue brushed against yours, and the taste of her, mixed with the faint saltiness of your own arousal from her earlier tease, made your head spin.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your swollen lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started tonight,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh. “There’s no turning back now.”

That hung heavy in the air, a promise and a warning all at once. Your pulse raced as you stared into her eyes, which burned with a fire you’d never seen before. This was a side of Melissa that you hadn’t fully understood until now—powerful, commanding, and completely unrelenting.

And as her lips trailed back down your body, stopping just above the apex of your thighs, you realized she was right. Whatever line had been crossed between you tonight, it was far behind you now, and there was no going back to the way things were before. Not when you wanted her this much. Not when you were hers, completely.

It hit you like a tidal wave—you’d sold your soul to her. You hadn’t realized it at first, back when this arrangement had seemed simple. Back when it felt like you were just playing a role, dipping your toes into something thrilling and temporary.

But it wasn’t temporary anymore. It had never been.

From the moment you agreed to this dynamic, every look, every touch, every indulgent gesture from her had pulled you deeper. The woman didn’t just spoil you with gifts and attention; she consumed you. She’d made you hers in ways you hadn’t fully understood until now. The luxury, the power she exuded, the way she looked at you like she owned every inch of you—it was all a part of something bigger. Something you couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to.

And right now, with her mouth teasing your body, the reality of it settled over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. You weren’t just playing a role. You weren’t just letting her take the lead for fun or indulging in her dominance out of curiosity. You’d given yourself to her, willingly, piece by piece.

There was no turning back. Not anymore.

Speaking of her, Melissa pulled back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound as she smirked. “You’re quiet, hon. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Your breath hitched, your voice catching in your throat as the truth clawed its way forward. She wasn’t just your sugar mommy now. She was everything. And now, she had you—completely, undeniably, irrevocably.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, but Melissa’s knowing expression told you she already knew. She always did.

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venuslarkspur · 2 months ago

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Teen Hero Shenanigans

Part 4

Lost And Found

Summary: Your Damian’s Twin Sister, after arriving 3 years after your brother, you never excepted to take the Robin mantle, until your brother runs away and you volunteer to take his place. Damian eventually returns and you are discharged from the role, after bottling up your anger you decide to go solo by running away and stealing the Batgirl. But you’re not alone, your sort of boyfriend joins you. The main problem is the boyfriend in question is your brother’s best friend, Jon Kent.

Warning: Wounds, pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, mentions of marriage, angst sort of. Toxic Al Ghul family.

Pairing: Jon Kent x Batsis (romantic), Batfamily x Batsis (platonic).

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“Are you feeling better now?” Jon asked, you were sat on your shared windowsill whilst he tended to your wounds. You tried to tend to his wounds too, but to be honest he had taken basically no damage; he was just trying to make you feel better. “All good now.” He said and let you lift your leg down, you looked down at your battered uniform. Seeing the beautiful purple fabric paired with the yellow symbol that you loved so much, it made you miss home. “I got the test, it’s in the bathroom for you.” He uttered, hitting his nails nervously

“Okay I’ll be right back, thanks.” You said and stood up, you kissed his forehead and disappeared into the bathroom. You were both acting, acting like everything was okay. Acting as if you were both mature adults who were ready for this, you weren’t. You were 2 days shy of your 16th birthday and Jon had only just turned 16. You pondered to yourself, that maybe if you had instead acted less like an adult and more like the child you actually are, this wouldn’t be happening. You noticed Jon had bought three tests, probably in case of a false negative. You unwrapped them and eventually did the job.

Finally came the moment of truth, you held the three tests below you, refusing to look. Your arm slung up against the sink next to you as you sat down. Praying to whoever was listening for this all to be foully, you took in a deep breath and breathed out again before lifting up all three tests. All of which read “pregnant.”

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You sat frozen as ice, just staring and struggling to comprehend; wondering if this was the price of you and Jon’s love. Or would this be a fatal mistake? A million thoughts came and raced through your mind: Has Damian already told father? What will your siblings do? What will your maternal family think?! Would they make you get rid of it? Could you even care for something so vulnerable when you yourself were so so vulnerable? Will Jon’s parents want nothing to do with you?

Most of the thoughts were preposterous and insane, normally you’d know that. But your hands sweated and your heat thumped all the same. You managed to climb of the toilet and yell “Jon!”

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“Oh gosh-I..I don’t know what to say.” Jon uttered, you both sat on the end of the bed; you held up your positive pregnancy tests. “Maybe that you aren’t gonna abandon me?” You said, coming off a bit harsh; logically you knew Jon wouldn’t do that, but your insecurity got the better of you. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” He bowed his head either in shame or sadness. You couldn’t tell which hurt you more. But what made you tear up was the thought of bringing your kid home, and giving them the childhood you wish you had; They would have so many people who would love them, unlike your childhood that seethed with deceit and rage.

“It’s gonna be fine- I mean, I think it will get easier as we get older.” He looked up to you again, you guessed he finally found the right things to say. “No I’m not gonna leave even if this whole thing is freaking me out a bit.” He said and rubbed the back of his head. “Jon, are we gonna get married?” You asked, looking at him with the gaze he found so soothing. “What?!” He jittered back slightly, not in hesitance but rather shock. His face looked so cute now, but you couldn’t understand what startled him so much. You had always assumed getting married was the safest option if you ever were impregnated, at least that’s what your grandfather said. You had to fight the urge to strike a match when you recalled to yourself the fact that your aunt Nyssa was born out of wedlock. But you resisted the urge.

“We aren’t even old enough to drive let alone get married.” He tells you quietly bowing his head slightly. “Oh..” You mutter under your breath, a bit sad but also grateful. “It’s not that I won’t want to one day, I think it would benefit our kid-gosh! that sounds weird to say…but anyways I want the same as you, I don’t want him or her having to travel between cities constantly.” He tells, moving back to his original spot. Your heart fluttered a bit, thank goodness for Lois Lane teaching Jon some responsibility; You excepted him to leave and get on with his life in all truth. “Sorry, it sounds like all that time in the mountains clouded my brain, I wasn’t thinking.” You reply, playing with your hands.

“Don’t apologise, anyway, it’s your birthday in 2 days. I’m gonna get some supplies for your cake.” He places a kiss on your cheek and stands up, it was his little kisses that you always appreciated so much, you always had to savour every piece of affection he gave you. “You gonna be okay on your own?” He asks, normally you’d say some remark about how you could ‘handle yourself’ but you didn’t today, knowing he was already worried and stressed. “Of course, don’t worry.” You say smiling, he opens the door and throws his coat on; “Just shout, and I’ll be there.” Jon said, closing the door behind him. You let out a sigh of relief and took some time to stare at the night sky in the window next to you, thinking how it didn’t compare to Jon.

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You hear a sudden ‘knock knock’ on the door as you clean around the flat. You tilt your head confused, Jon had only left 5 minutes ago? And he knew the door was open. Something was off. You grabbed a plate from the tiny kitchen, maybe to use it as a weapon? You weren’t sure, your body just went into fight or flight. You slowly opted towards the door, not bothering to use the peep hole.

You open the door, fast, you raise the plate up ready to attack. But your body hesitates at the familiar face. “Dick?” You ask, your voice cracking. You stood there in shock, completely petrified. His face oddly relaxed though, you excepted him to be seething. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said, but instead of sounding harsh his face eases; and he pulls you into a hug. So quick you don’t process it until 5 seconds later, your hands shake but you return his gesture. You stay that way for another 10 seconds, and without warning your facade collapses and tears began to fall from your eyes slowly. You slowly back up and cover your face, Dick ushers you inside and shuts the door. You suddenly choose now to take into account he was in full Nightwing get-up, it felt like your heart was collapsing, all the recurring memories of your family rushed to you, reminding you what you gave up. You fall to your knees with little grace and cry into your hands.

A whirlwind of emotions had taken over, Dick crouches next to you and you blurt something out; “I’m sorry brother.” You babble out, looking at him. He stares in shock, hopefully not a bad shock. “What?” He uttered, shocked at the use of the word ‘brother’, sure you had called Damian and even Jason at one point ‘brother’, but never him. His heart melted and he took you again in his arms, more firmly this time. “I’m so sorry!” You spurt out, an ugly waterfall of tears falling down your face; turning your cheeks sore. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, we’ve all been worried sick.” He whispered in your ear, it was oddly comforting. “Even father?”

“Especially father.” He declared, pulling you to your feet slowly. “Damian said you had something to tell us all?” He asked, but immediately regretted asking; you could tell by his face. “Oh..maybe Christmas would be a better time to let you all know, since I think father might be less mad on that day.” You remarked so casually but looking downward at your beaten costume. “Don’t worry, they will all just be happy you’re safe..” He said, awkwardly, but you could tell he was heart broken inside that you left, he acted relaxed but you knew the truth. You wiped your face with your arm and sniffled, “Can I please go home now?” You said, a sadness and urgency in your voice.

“That’s why I came.” He replied back, a seriousness in his tone. He ushered you out the abandoned flat, taking in its surroundings; probably wondering how you lived like this, but didn’t say anything. “W-wait!” You stuttered, half way down the hall. “What about Jon..? He’s coming with us.” You declared, crossing your arms; trying to look strong despite your tear dampened face and shivering lip. Dick sighs and confesses to you, “In truth, this was planned, we were waiting to get you both alone; Jon’s family should be meeting him now and taking him home.” He said, hiding no secrets. You both walked again, hoping one day you and Jon could still make that cake together. “But father might not want me to see him after everything.” You said, tears threatening to fall again, but Dick places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not happy about this, that’s for sure, but I can’t stop you loving him, which is why I can only help you.” He smiled at you and you returned his smile. “Also..they all insisted on coming.” He announced, and you turned your head to look at him. “Seriously? ALL of them?” You asked, and you actually feel happy, just like old times; “Well, myself, Barb, Jason, Cass, Tim, Duke and Steph.” He listed, and your heart twisted upon not hearing Damian’s name. Was he still mad? “Oh and Kate has came round as well, Bruce knows how much you like her.” He mentioned, it was true. You did like your Aunt Kate and how comforted she made you feel.

“I’m happy.” You told him, he peered at you and kept his smile. “You’re getting better at expressing emotion.” He said “I’m proud of you.” He patted your head and you continued down the grimy stairs. “Well I did have a good teacher.” You announced and he looked at you hopefully but you had to disappoint him. “I was talking about Jon, but sure you work too.” You giggled and he playfully eyed you. “Seriously?”

“Very, I hope I can see him again before Christmas.”

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grifffins · 7 days ago

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🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 3

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k (Chapter 3/?)

a/n: getting this chapter out tonight since it’s a bit shorter, but don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you in chapter 4. chapter 4 is where it’s really at, it’s gonna be super lilia-focused and way less coven-heavy. just a heads up, this one’s got mature themes again

Ch. 2 ch.4

also on ao3

A few days passed, and things between me and Lilia stayed... the same. No mention of The Call, no weird tension, just business as usual. She put me to work, I did my job, and she didn’t avoid me anymore which, in my book, was progress. But deep down, I was dying.

I needed to talk to someone before I lost my mind, so I called an emergency coven meeting. And naturally, they were desperate for an update.

We were all gathered at Agatha’s place, lounging around in various states of anticipation. Jen had popcorn. Billy was practically vibrating with excitement. Alice looked like she was holding her breath.

I took a deep breath. “So... the other night, Lilia accidentally texted me, some sort of gibberish, and then she called me.”

Their eyes widened, leaning in like they were hearing the biggest gossip of the century.

I licked my lips. “And, uh... it wasn’t a normal call.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes. “Define not normal, y/n.”

I sighed. “There were... sounds. ”

Billy blinked. “...Sounds?”

“Sounds.” I repeated, face burning.

Jen’s mouth dropped open, eyes going wide. Alice gasped softly, her hands flying to her cheeks. And Agatha—oh, Agatha just stared at me like I’d personally betrayed her.

“y/n,” she whispered in horror.

I shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

And then Agatha whipped a pillow at my head. “YOU IDIOT!”

“OW! What the hell, Agatha?!”

“You’ve been sitting on this information for days? ” she screeched. “Days?! And you’re telling us now?!”

“I needed time to process!” I defended, ducking as she threw another pillow.

Billy, still frozen, muttered under his breath, “Damn... didn’t know Lilia was freaky like that.”

“Guys!” I groaned, covering my face.

Jen, still in shock, finally shook her head and looked at me seriously. “y/n... are you sure she meant to call you?”

Alice, ever the calm one, frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe she thinks she just accidentally phoned you. You said she’s bad with technology, right?”

I blinked. “I mean... yeah, she is. She didn’t even know how to use emojis until last week.”

Agatha perked up. “Oh, this changes everything.”

I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Agatha grinned like a wolf. “What if she doesn’t know she called you?”

I shrugged. “Yeah I think that’s the case.”

Jen snapped her fingers. “Exactly. Maybe she thinks she just sent a random text. You could be sitting here, obsessing, and she’s none the wiser.”

Billy leaned in with an evil glint in his eyes. “We need to test it.”

I frowned. “Test it how?”

Agatha’s grin widened. “You need to... accidentally send her a nude.”

“WHAT?!” I nearly choked on my drink. “How did you even come to that conclusion?! No! Absolutely not!”

“Not a full nude, obviously,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes. “Something subtle. Lingerie. A little tease. Just enough to see how she reacts.”

Alice, looking scandalized, shook her head. “Guys, that’s not a good idea.”

Jen smirked. “It’s a great idea.”

“No, no, no—” I protested, but before I could stop them, Billy had already snatched my phone.

I lunged for it. “Billy! Don’t you—”

He was too fast, scrolling through my very private folder with an alarming lack of shame. “Damn, y/n, you’ve been holding out on us.”

I groaned. “GIVE IT BACK!”

Agatha peered over his shoulder. “That one.”

Billy grinned, holding up a picture of me in a black lace set—sexy, but not too much. It was just a hint of lace in the photo—suggestive but not overt. Elegant, subtle, and teasingly alluring, showing just enough to make an impression without baring it all.

“No way,” I said, shaking my head furiously. “No freaking way.”

Jen crossed her arms. “Y/n. If she doesn’t know she called you, this is your way of finding out if she’s really interested.”

Agatha smirked. “And if she does know she called you? Well...”

Alice groaned into her hands. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

Billy waggled my phone in front of me. “Y/n, you have to do this.”

I stared at the picture, my heart hammering. “This is insane.”

Agatha grinned. “It’s brilliant.”

Billy cheered, already typing. “Aaaaaand... send.”

I gasped. “YOU SENT IT?!”

The room exploded in chaos.

“Billy, you absolute menace!” I shouted, grabbing my phone back in horror.

“She’s going to kill me!”

Agatha grinned. “Or marry you.”

My phone buzzed. We all froze.

I stared at the screen.

Lilia: ...y/n?

I was going to die.

Billy snatched my phone away before I could even think about replying. “Don’t. Text. Back.”

I gasped, reaching for it. “Billy, give it back! I have to say something! ”

Jen grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently. “No, y/n! Let. Her. Stew.”

Agatha nodded sagely, sipping her wine like this was the most important strategic move of our lives. “Exactly. She needs time to process.”

Alice, looking like she wanted to crawl under the couch and disappear, sighed. “I feel like this is the worst advice ever.”

“THANK YOU,” I exclaimed, pointing at her. “Finally, some sense!”

But Agatha waved a dismissive hand. “No, no. Trust me, y/n. This is the best advice. If you text back too soon, it looks like you’re panicking.”

“I am panicking!” I hissed, pacing the room while Billy kept my phone at arm’s length.

Jen grinned. “Exactly, which is why you don’t text back. Make her wonder. Did you mean to send it? Did you not? Is this some kind of subtle seduction? The mystery will drive her wild.”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “Guys, she’s going to think I’m a complete disaster.”

Agatha smirked. “y/n, sweetheart, you are a complete disaster. But a hot one. And that’s what matters.”

Billy checked my phone again, gasping dramatically. “Oh my God. She’s typing. ”

The room erupted.

“What?!” I nearly tackled him for the phone.

“She stopped typing,” he groaned. “She’s overthinking it.”

I clutched my chest. “I’m going to be sick.”

Alice gave me a sympathetic look. “You could just say it was an accident, you know.”

Agatha looked horrified. “Alice, no. We do not admit to accidents in this house.”

Jen grinned. “She sent that text for a reason. Maybe she was already thinking about it, and now she’s spiraling.”

I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow. “This is actual torture.”

Billy tossed me my phone. “Okay, fine. If you have to say something, keep it vague. Play it cool.”

I peeked at the screen again. Lilia’s message was still staring back at me.

I swallowed hard. “Okay. Okay. Something vague.”

Agatha leaned over. “Say: ‘Oops.’”

I gawked at her. “Oops?! ”

Jen snorted. “No, no. Say, ‘Wrong person.’”

Billy gasped. “Or just ‘Enjoy.’”

I groaned. “Oh my God, I hate all of you.”

Alice rubbed my back. “Just say something simple like, ‘Ignore that.’”

Agatha scoffed. “Boring. We need drama.”

I exhaled, staring at the keyboard, and against my better judgment, typed:

Me: I can explain.

I hit send before I could overthink it. “WHY DID I DO THAT?!”

Billy cackled. “No, that was perfect. ”

Agatha beamed. “y/n, I am so proud.”

My phone buzzed again.

Lilia: I’m listening.

I just sat there, scared and staring at the screen, heart pounding out of my chest. “What do I even say now?!”

Agatha grinned. “Well, y/n... you tell her exactly what she wants to hear.”

I groaned, clutching my phone like it was a ticking bomb. “Guys, what if it really was an accident? What if she doesn’t even feel that way about me? What if—”

Agatha didn’t even hesitate— WHAM. Another pillow hit me square in the face.

"Y/N.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “She saw you in that dress. She called you while touching herself. Even if it was an accident—which, yes, it probably was—she still went into your contact list and somehow ended up on your name while doing that. She was thinking about you. ”

I groaned into the pillow. “You don’t know that for sure.”

Jen rolled her eyes dramatically. “y/n, honey, if it were anyone else, maybe we'd doubt it. But it's Lilia. Do you know how many people she could’ve accidentally called? A client? Agatha? Billy?! ”

Billy grinned. “That would’ve been awkward.”

Agatha smirked. “And yet... she called you.”

I peeked out from behind the pillow, my voice muffled. “So... what do I do now?”

Jen leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “That’s what we’re finding out.”

Alice, always the cautious one, sighed. “Maybe we’re reading too much into this. What if she was just...” She trailed off, face turning red. “...multitasking?”

Billy burst out laughing. “Multitasking? What, like checking her emails?”

Agatha grinned. “I bet she was thinking about y/n, and then her fingers slipped in more ways than one.”

“AGATHA! ” I screeched, my face going bright red.

She just shrugged, sipping her wine. “Sweetheart, denial isn’t a good look on you.”

I groaned again. “Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. What the hell do I do?”

Jen smirked. “You keep her curious. ”

Billy nodded. “Let’s craft the perfect reply. Nothing too direct, but nothing too vague.”

Alice groaned. “Please, just text something normal.”

Jen grinned. “Text her... ‘Are you sure you want me to explain?’”

I blinked. “That’s... terrifying.”

Agatha clapped her hands. “Which is why it’s perfect!”

I stared at my phone, chewing my lip. “I don’t know... what if she thinks I’m messing with her?”

Billy waggled his brows. “Then it’s working.”

Jen nudged me. “C’mon, y/n. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She blocks me, fires me, and I die alone in a pit of regret?” I said, deadpan.

I took a deep breath, heart hammering, and typed:

Me: Are you sure you want me to explain?

I hovered over the send button, looking at them all one last time.

Jen whispered, “Do it.”

I hit send.

The room fell into utter silence.

Alice covered her face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Billy started counting down. “Three... two... one—”

My phone buzzed.

Lilia: I suppose that depends on what kind of explanation you have in mind.

I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD.”

Agatha grinned like a cat who just got into the cream. “Well, well, well.”

I clutched my phone like it might self-destruct, wide-eyed and spiraling. “Agatha, I SENT HER A NUDE.”

Billy, ever the enabler, smirked. “Barely! It was just a hint of lace. Artful. Tasteful.”

Alice groaned. “It’s still an unsolicited hint of lace.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I’m going to jail.”

Jen snorted. “Okay, drama queen. You’re not going to jail.”

I peeked through my fingers. “You don’t know that! What if she reports me? What if she, oh God, what if she shows someone? What if—”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Sweetheart, breathe. First of all, Lilia wouldn’t do that. Second, she’s intrigued. Look at that response.”

I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. What do I say?”

Agatha was already grinning ear to ear. “Oh, baby... you say everything.”

I stared at Agatha, wide-eyed and clutching my phone like it might self-destruct at any moment. “Agatha, really , what do I say?” My voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt like my entire soul was about to leave my body.

Alice, blushing furiously in the corner, mumbled, “Maybe we should reconsider—”

“No,” Jen interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk. “y/n, we all know you’ve got game. You flirt with anyone with a pulse except Lilia. But now? Now is the time.”

I clutched my chest dramatically. “But it’s Lilia,” I whined, my voice a whisper of despair.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Yes, and you are whipped. But guess what? She is too, whether she knows it yet or not.” She pointed at my phone. “And right now, she’s sitting there, waiting. You want to leave her hanging?”

I swallowed, staring at the message on my screen.

I sighed, staring at my phone. “Okay... so... what do I say? And don’t say anything ridiculous.”

Agatha tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Alright, something simple. How about... ‘I guess I’ll just have to show you instead of explain, hm?’”

Billy gasped. “Oh, that’s good. ”

Alice groaned again. “It’s so not.”

I chewed my lip, staring at the phone. “Okay. Okay... I’ll try something... light.” I exhaled sharply, fingers trembling slightly as I typed.

Me: I think some things are better shown than explained, don’t you?

I hit send, immediately throwing my phone onto the couch like it had personally offended me.

Billy grabbed the phone. “Okay, now we really wait.”

Agatha smirked. “She’s so going to break.”

And then, my phone buzzed.

We all froze.

Jen clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, she replied.”

Billy held the phone out like it was sacred. “Read it, y/n.”

I snatched it from him, my heart pounding.

Lilia: Are you offering to demonstrate, baby?

I screamed into a pillow.

Agatha was howling. “SHE’S FLIRTING BACK!”

Jen high-fived Billy. “She’s down so bad. ”

I sat up, staring at the screen, my fingers tingling. “What do I even say to that?!”

Agatha grinned, patting my shoulder. “You tell her... that you never offer something you can’t follow through on.”

I groaned, falling back onto the couch. I was so doomed.

Agatha snatched my phone from my trembling hands, eyes gleaming with pure chaos. “Alright, sweetheart, time to stop screaming internally and start sexting externally. ”

I lunged for it. “No, no, NO—Agatha, I can’t—”

She held it above her head like a trophy, grinning. “Y/n, baby, this is your moment. If you don’t take it, I will. ”

Billy cackled. “I will never recover if she actually sexts Lilia for you.”

I whined, flopping onto the couch. “I am actually going to combust. ”

Jen reached over and patted my knee. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Agatha typed something, and I screamed in horror. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

She held the phone just out of reach with an evil grin. “Relax, darling. I’m just... guiding you.”

I lunged at her. “AGATHA NO!”

She dodged me effortlessly, shoving the phone in my face.

Me: I never offer something I can't follow through on.

I stared in absolute horror, my mouth falling open. “You did not just send that.”

Billy fell off the couch, cackling. Jen was wheezing. Alice, bless her, looked like she was praying.

Agatha tossed the phone onto my lap with a smug smile. “I absolutely did.”

I was too stunned to speak, staring at the message like it might explode.

My phone buzzed.

The room fell dead silent.

I hesitated, then peeked at the screen.

Lilia: Good to know, baby.

I let out the loudest, most undignified scream into the nearest pillow, my entire body shaking with embarrassment and something else I didn’t want to name.

Agatha grinned like she’d won a lifetime achievement award. “Ladies and gentlemen... we got her.”

Jen clapped slowly. “y/n, you are so whipped.”

Billy smirked. “So, what’s next?”

I peeked out from the pillow, my face flushed beyond saving. “...I think I need a drink. I need a strong drink.”

Billy, still on the floor in a fit of laughter, wheezed. “You need new underwear, more like.”

I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God, Billy, shut up. ”

Agatha, lounging like a queen on her throne of chaos, smirked. “He’s not wrong, darling. You’ve barely sexted, and you’re already losing it. I shudder to think what happens when things get... more involved.”

I shot her a glare. “I also need new friends. ”

Alice, looking mildly traumatized but still loyal, patted my arm. “No, you don’t.”

Jen grinned. “Yes, you do.”

Billy nodded. “We’re terrible for you.”

I exhaled dramatically, sinking deeper into the couch. “Why am I friends with you people?”

Agatha shrugged. “Because you love us. And because we’re making your love life interesting.”

I groaned again. “This isn’t interesting, it’s stressful.” I grabbed my phone and checked Lilia’s last message again, my stomach doing things I didn’t want to analyse. Good to know, baby.

Billy grinned. “So, what’s the plan now, baby? ”

I scowled at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Agatha leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now? We let her brood. ”

I frowned. “Brood?”

Agatha nodded sagely. “Lilia is probably sitting there, swirling her wine, thinking about what you said.” She smirked. “So, we let her sit with it. Let it marinate. ”

Alice sighed. “Why do you talk about everything like it’s a steak?”

Agatha ignored her. “The longer she stews, the more she’ll realise she wants you. It’s psychology, y/n.”

I blinked. “It’s torture, Agatha.”

Jen shrugged. “Same thing.”

I sighed, reaching for my drink. “Fine. I’ll let her brood. But if I explode from frustration, I’m haunting all of you.”

Billy raised his glass. “Cheers to y/n’s sexual frustration!”

I groaned. “I need better friends.”

Agatha smirked. “No, sweetheart, you need a better plan.”

I groaned, pacing the room like my life depended on it. “Guys. We do need a plan. I’m working tomorrow. Oh my God, I have to face her after this.”

Billy grinned, way too excited. “Y/n, we have the perfect plan.”

I froze, pointing a finger at them. “Oh no. ”

Agatha leaned in with an all-too-smug look. “Listen, listen. You use her facilities again tomorrow.”

I frowned. “For what?”

Jen smirked. “You don’t bring up the texts. Nothing. Just casually be like, ‘Hey, Jen’s picking me up for something later. Mind if I use your shower before we go?’”

I narrowed my eyes. “...She won’t mind that.”

“Exactly,” Agatha purred. “It’s innocent. Harmless. But it plants the idea. And—” she wiggled her brows “this isn’t even about making her think about you naked in her shower.”

Billy grinned. “Although that’s a huge bonus.”

I groaned, covering my face. “Oh my God.”

Agatha leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. “No, the real plan? You’re gonna ‘accidentally’ leave something behind.”

I peeked through my fingers. “Like what?”

Jen smirked. “Something delicate. ”

Billy grinned wildly. “Your underwear. ”

I choked. “ARE YOU INSANE?”

Alice, horrified, threw up her hands. “Okay, that’s it. This has officially crossed a line.”

I pointed at her. “Thank you! Finally, some sanity!”

Agatha beamed. “Oh, honey, it’s genius. Not out in the open, obviously, that’s tacky. You just... leave it somewhere subtle.”

I groaned. “Guys, first a nude and now this? This is so wildly unethical.”

Jen waved a dismissive hand. “Y/n, it could totally be an accident. Just relax.”

Billy grinned. “Besides, how many times do you leave things behind? You’re basically a walking trail of forgotten items.”

I scowled. “That is not the same!”

Agatha ignored me completely. “Somewhere she’ll find it. In the bathroom. Not right away, but later. Maybe under a towel.”

Billy clapped his hands. “Ooh, yes. And not just any underwear. Your lacy black thong.”

I blinked. “I hate you people.”

Jen grinned. “You love us.”

I sat down heavily on the couch, my mind spiraling. “This is insane.”

Agatha sipped her wine with a devious smile. “Insane? No. Effective? Absolutely.”

Billy wiggled his eyebrows. “You leave it behind. And when she finds it, she will think about you wearing it.”

Jen shrugged. “Or not wearing it.”

I groaned. “I am so doomed.”

Agatha smirked. “Honey, you’re not doomed. You’re about to win. ”

The next day, I walked into the shop with every ounce of casual energy I could muster, which wasn’t much considering my heart was pounding hard enough to rattle my ribcage.

Lilia was already behind the counter, flipping through one of her old, worn tarot decks with that signature calm that usually drove me crazy in the best way. But today? Today she was watching me with a different kind of intensity, her sharp brown eyes squinting slightly, like she was trying to figure me out.

I forced a breezy smile, pretending like my entire plan wasn’t currently burning a hole in my brain. Act normal. Don’t think about the nude. Don’t bring up the nude. Just stick to the coven’s plan. “Morning,” I said, casual as ever, even though my heart was doing its best impression of a jackhammer.

Lilia’s eyes lingered on me for a beat longer than necessary before she nodded. “Morning, baby.” Her voice was smooth, but I could tell she was definitely suspicious of something. There was something in her expression, a flicker of hesitation, like she was debating whether or not to say something. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, and for a split second, I was convinced she was about to bring it up. My pulse skyrocketed.

I swallowed hard and leaned against the counter, carefully keeping my tone light. “Hey, uh... Jen’s picking me up later for something. Mind if I use your shower before we go? It’s easier than running home.”

Lilia arched a perfectly shaped brow, eyes scanning me with that same unreadable expression she always wore when she was in the middle something. “Sure,” she said slowly, setting down the cards. “You know where everything is.”

I nodded, offering her my best innocent smile. “Thanks, you're the best.”

She didn’t respond right away, just kept squinting at me like I was a puzzle she couldn’t quite put together. And me? I just smiled harder and grabbed a stack of inventory to avoid the weight of her gaze.

When the time came, I slipped into the back and into Lilia’s bathroom, which was as eccentric as the rest of her shop. Dark tiles, candles lined along the bathtub, and shelves filled with lotions and oils that probably dated back to the Renaissance. It smelled like lavender and something distinctly her.

I stared at myself in the mirror, steeling my nerves. “Okay, y/n. You can do this. It’s just underwear. Totally normal. Happens all the time.”

I was going to hell. Or jail.

Stripping down, I went about my plan like it was just another casual part of my day, showering quickly and then carefully leaving my lacy black thong under the fluffy towel on the floor. Not too hidden, not too obvious. Just... enough.

I pulled my dress on, took a deep breath, and stepped back into the shop, cool and composed. Totally normal. Totally casual. Totally not panicking.

Lilia glanced up from behind the counter again, her lips twitching like she was biting back some comment. “Feel better?”

I smirked. “Refreshed.”

She gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Good.”

And then she went back to her task, but there was a tension in her shoulders now, something almost... calculated. Like she was waiting.

I played it cool. I clocked out, waved goodbye, and walked out of the shop like I didn’t just leave my underwear in her bathroom like some kind of seductress. Like I hadn’t sent her a not-really-a-nude the day before and was now waiting for the earth to swallow me whole.

Once I was safely out of sight, I all but sprinted to Jen’s car, throwing myself into the seat with a groan.

Jen took one look at me and grinned. “You did it, didn’t you?”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “I hate myself.”

Agatha, lounging in the backseat, cackled. “Oh, sweetheart, we are so proud.”

Billy, leaning between the seats, grinned. “Now we wait. ”

And wait we did.

I lay sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat. Midnight had come and gone, and still, nothing. No message, no call, no acknowledgment of the very bold move I had pulled earlier.

I groaned, flipping onto my stomach and burying my face into my pillow. “I fucked it,” I mumbled to myself.

After waiting at Agatha’s with the coven for hours, laughing nervously and waiting for my phone to buzz with some reaction, I finally gave up and went home. Now, alone in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, it felt so much worse.

I was so stupid. Why did I think this would work? Lilia was too composed, too controlled. Maybe she just tossed the lingerie aside without a second thought, chalking it up to a careless mistake. Maybe she thought I was an immature idiot. Or worse—maybe she was uncomfortable. What if she thought I’d crossed a line? What if she was sitting in her armchair right now, contemplating whether or not to sue me for harassment?

I sighed heavily, rolling onto my back and closing my eyes. “Never listening to the coven again,” I muttered.

And then, my phone rang.

I shot upright so fast I nearly knocked it off the nightstand. My heart leapt into my throat as I stared at the caller ID.

Lilia Calderu.

My fingers trembled as I swiped to answer. “Hey,” I greeted cautiously, my voice softer than I intended. “Everything okay?”

For a moment, nothing but silence. And then, heavy breathing.

Thick, slow, and uneven breathing that sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach tightened, and I gripped the phone tighter.

When Lilia finally spoke, her voice was thick, strained— heavy.

"You left your panties here."

My entire body locked up, heat rushing to my face so fast I thought I might combust on the spot.

“Shit,” I blurted out, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry. You can just... put them aside. Or throw them out. Or whatever you want.”

She hummed, a slow, thoughtful sound that sent every nerve in my body into overdrive.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream into a pillow. “Lilia...”

And then...

It was faint, barely there, but unmistakable. A muffled, strangled moan.

My eyes widened.

Oh. Oh.

The embarrassment that had been gnawing at me all night started to fade, slowly replaced by something deeper, heavier, something... dangerous.

My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I thought I might actually pass out. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and my grip on the phone tightened like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

Her breathing deepened, each slow inhale crackling through the line like it was too much, too intimate, too intentional.

I felt it everywhere, creeping under my skin, settling in my chest like a live wire. My pulse pounded, my thoughts racing with the very real possibility that, oh God, she’s actually...

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was insane. This was so wildly hot. My fingers tightened around the phone, my breath coming quicker, my entire body thrumming with the weight of it.

“What are you doing, Lilia?” I asked, my voice quieter, more deliberate.

Her breathing hitched, and the pause stretched long enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. Another sharp exhale followed, and I swore I could hear the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest shift of movement. And then, a whispered curse, low and breathy, slipping from Lilia’s lips like she didn’t mean for me to hear it. Her breathing stopped for a split second, and then she exhaled sharply.

And then, "What are we doing, baby?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. I sat there, lips parted, completely frozen.

“I can’t, y/n,” she whispered, the words almost pained.

And then click.

The call ended.

I stared at the phone in shock, my pulse racing so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.

I flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened.

"She wants me," I whispered to myself.

And suddenly... I wasn’t so sure I’d fucked it after all.

#lilia calderu x reader #lilia calderu #patti lupone #agatha all along #agatha all along fanfic

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sturniolosass · 1 year ago

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Sick - a Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery - Nick and Matt are sick with Covid and you offer to come and help take care of them.

*fluff, like…pure fluff*

It’s Tuesday Night and you get a call from your boyfriend Matt letting you know he tested positive for covid, Your first reaction was to ask if he need anything medicine, soup, water. He had stated that he and the boys were fine without it and that you should stay home and rest but you insisted. So ending the call you decided to head over to him and his brothers home to help take care of all three of them.

Before heading to the house you decided to run to your local grocery store and grab a few things for the soup you’d be making and also a box of tea.

Once you checked out you started making your way to the house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door urgently and saw Chris, you urgently pulled a mask over your face

“Yo! I’m good, i don’t have Covid…” he said

“ohhh oh my god, i thought all of yall were sick as fuck” you stated with a sigh of relief

“where are Matt and Nick?” you asked with a sense of panic

“they are both locked away in their rooms..i wouldn’t let them contaminate you” he laughed

“I don’t think it would matter hence i put myself in this situation. Wanna help me cook?” you ask Chris hoping he’d say no remembering his cooking history

“uhhhh im not sure you want that..” Chris replied

“you know what! you’re right” you replied rushing over to the stove

You put everything down on the counters before rushing around the corner hall to Matt’s room. Knocking on the door you say “Matt, are you hungry? How’re you feeling?” then listening in for a response you hear counting..

“1..2..3..4..5” Matt counts..

You call again “Matt?!”

Matthew then hurriedly opens the door wearing a mask he then says “what’re you doing here..? you’re gonna get sick! go home!” he rushing griefs to shut the door.. but your foot’s in between the hinges “i wanted to come and take care of you guys i know you guys don’t really know how to do that yourself.., have you even had any medicine..?” you ask worriedly “yea..” Matt looks around suspiciously “well no..but still i don’t want you getting sick, you should go home, coming here was sweet though i really appreciate you thinking of us honestly” he replies expecting you to leave which you do.. but not the house

Time to cook..

You grab all your ingredients and start making the soup. Onion, Celery, Garlic, Carrots, Noodles, etc.. once everything is cooking you decide to throw on a movie within the same time in which Chris decides to come up stairs from the ground floor… “sooo like, I know i’m not sick but that smells oh so yummy” he says in a weird yet entertaining voice “can i please have some too?” he begs. You look at him funny and reply “I mean.. i guess i’m trying to make enough so that there’s at least enough for two days..” he then notices the TV and asks “what is this? saltburn or some shit?” you look at him in disgust “No. it’s The Turning” you say matter of factly. “what is it about” he asks, “i don’t know for real, just some indie horror film” you tell, “oh alright well please let me know first when the food is done” he pleads. “whatever.” you say.

One the food is done you call up the guys one by one to grab a bowl. First Chris cause he asked so kindly, then Nick.. Once Nick comes down he seems fine, Then he starts coughing a lot, causing you to worry and offer him tea. He politely declines claiming to not enjoy tea that much. He then heads back upstairs and Matt comes out of his room after 5 minutes..

“Hey, I really appreciate you coming here and treating me and my brothers so sweet.. i was on the phone with my mom and she really thanks you because she can’t be here to do these things for us” he says lovingly smiling up at you with his cute little red nose from blowing it all day. “no problem, i love you guys a lot. you especially, so i have no problem with probably leaving here sick just to make sure you guys are ok” you reply. Matt them comes behind you whilst you’re stirring the soup on the low heat and gives your back a nice firm hug. “I love you” he says. At first you’re very caught off guard because that’s the first time he’s spoken those three words to you.. but coming to your senses you immediately respond “i love you too, Matt” in to which he smiles in the crook of your neck and kisses it. You turn and hug him back.

“Want some soup or tea?” you ask politely. “Sure, i’ll have some tea” he responds thankfully. “i already had food like a few hours ago. thank you though.” he adds. You pop a Peppermint tea in the keurig and he sits at the table. “i’m glad you’re here, i feel like i’ve been going crazy locked in my room all day.” he speaks. “I was counting my steps as i paced my room earlier because my apple watch felt i was being ‘lazy’ even though i’m quite frankly sick as all hell” he adds.. “hahaha yea i heard that, i was so confused” you reply coming in for a kiss in which he hesitates “i don’t wanna risk your chance of getting more sick” he states in to which you reply “the sickness is airborne, love. if im gonna get sick it’s gonna happen regardless. i’ve already stepped in the house.” leaning in you kiss his lips. The keurig finishes and you mix a little bit of honey in his mug and hand him the cup.

Nearing the end of the night you and Matt head into his room to relax, figuring you’d already be sick Matt invites you to stay the night knowing it shouldn’t get any worse from here unless you go home where your family lives. You both decide to watch a movie, Matt begging you to help him finish saltburn stating he was bored with it in the first 20 minutes. You oblige only to regret it seeing he’s only watched a small portion of the ‘weird’ movie, however you continue watching just to keep him company and watch him fall asleep comfortably in your arms...

The End :)

a/n: idk how i feel about the end of this.. but you know what, its my first and i’ll only get better as i keep going.. :)) THANKS FOR READING!

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo headcanon #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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ywpd-translations · 3 months ago

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Ride 796: The strongest cheer!!

Pag 1

4: You're coming soon, huh, Onoda?

Pag 2

1: Beyond the

Pag 3

1: “peak of their limits”!!

Pag 4

1: Here at the point of 300m left until the mountain stage line!! Gaha!!

3: I think I've seen him before, that huge guy there

That's Tadokoro! He was a third year when Sohoku won two years ago!

Ahh... the one who won the green bib!

4: Oh, it's you?

Did you see that?

5: Tadokoro Jin

6: Any time now!! They're almost here, I can feel it on my skin

Pag 5

1: The wave of cheers is getting closer with huge pressure!!

3: The two people in the lead are passing the 500m left point, and Manami is accelerating!! And he's getting a little ahead!!

Pag 6

1: They passed the 400m left mark!!

Gooo Kanagawa!!

Sohoku is being left behind!!

Pag 7

1: Hakogaku's Manami accelerated!!

2: I'm hanging up, Toudou!!

4: This is the most difficult distance

What are you gonna do, Onoda? You're being left behind!!

Come on up

If you don't catch up now, it's over!!

5: It's you, can do it, right, Onoda!?

Pag 8

1: Turn your legs, Onoda!!

Persist, Onoda!!

3: “The right way”....

4: “The right way of life”, where does it lead? I don't know...

Pag 9

1: You're wondering who I came to cheer on this Inter High first day with!? Here in Kyuusu

2: It's Toudou!! The former climber of Hakone Academy1?

3: After graduating from Sohoku, I failed the entrance test for Meisou, so I enrolled in Tsukushiba University

But it didn't have a bicycle racing team

4: As I was going through hell, he appeared right before my eyes

5: It was Toudou!!

Pff, he hanged up, that Tadokoro Jin

6: He was in the same university, and moreover he was already founding the bicycle racing team himself!!

Pag 10

1: Thanks to him I could come back to the world of racing!!

2: And then this year, that Izumida who I raced against at the Inter High when I was a third year, enrolled in the same university as a first year!!

3: I don't get it

4: It's unpredictable!!

Pag 11

1: So you too, line up to Manami, and then pass him!!

2: After all you're the first one who “doesn't know the right way of life”!!

3: Kinjou said it, you're the “element of surprise”!!

The strongest beginner!!

4: You joined the club with Naruko, and you were an humble and little guy

5: I asked Imaizumi after that

Pag 12

1: And apparently you were planning on joining the anime research club!!

What a course of events!!

2: You received your road bike while running in the first years' race

Kinjou pushed your back

3: You caught up to Naruko and Imaizumi and then you surpassed Imaizumi at the mountain's peak

4: Honestly, I thought you would stop soon...

What's with this guy...

What's his driving force when runing

He didn't win, but he didn't lose either

I was interested

5: You became a Inter High member, and on the first day... and you caught up to us after falling from your bike

You pulled the team and supported Makishima during the mountain stage

Pag 13

1: And then, on the second day....

My condition was bad and I couldn't move, and you waited for me

2: I came to help you, Tadokoro-san

We'll definitely catch up

What are you doing

Go back right now

No... I...

3: You took me and ran

Do you mind if we pass that guy?

Well, yeah but... how do we pass him?

Can you please match with me and say “princess”?

Pag 14

1: Princess princess princess!!

You sang a weird song

Because you, you're the princess!

One by one we passed the guys ahead

And then, carrying me with your little body

I'm so grateful to you I can't say it enough

I didn't think I would see those jerseys again with my own eyes

We're back, team Sohoku!!

you brought me back to the team!!

Pag 15

1: And then Onoda....

3: The jersey we entrusted to him, our dream

4: he delivered them to the finish line!!

Pag 16

1: That's why I came here!!

2: Are you going to pass on the first day's mountain stage? Since you're a sprinter. I think Manami and Glasses-kun are going to race

Huh!? Onoda!? Onoda will run!?

Then I'l deeefinitely come!!

Huh, is that so

3: Onoda!!

4: Deliver it!!

6: Since I couldn't do it last year!! I'll give it to you, third year and captain!! I'll give my all so that these loud cheer don't drown me out!!

Pag 17

1: I'll sing!!

Lovely chance pettanko-chan!! ♪

Huh, he's singing!?

What!? He scared me

Pag 18

2: He's suddenly singing an anime song?

Huh

What's that

3: Even with a spell to grow bigger ♪

Onoda

4: Can you hear this song?

If you can hear it

Hn hn hn ♪

5: A princess is a princess ♪

Come up, Onoda!!

Pag 20

1: You're the princess♪

Pag 23

1: Manami and Onoda came and they're neck and neck!!

Onoda is catching up!!

Mountain King..!!

Amazing!!

2: There are 300m left and they're neck and neck again!!

Pag 24

1: A princess is a princess, that's who she is!! ♪

Onodaa!!

3: Ah, Tadokoro-san

4: Princess princess ♪

It's him

Pag 25

1: I thought I heard it wrong

Pag 26

1: Thank you so much!!

2: Onoda...!!

3: The right way is interesting

He really did it!!

4: You're struggling, having a tough time, yet your shape changes as you move forward

Pag 27

1: We're headed to a future I never imagined!!

Give it your all!!

2: Onodaa!!

3: Yes!!

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theoreticaltranstherian · 11 months ago

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Jumping on the bandwagon woo-hoo

no spam reblog or spam comment ;P

For every 100 reblogs I'll drink another bottle of water

Update: Ive drank almost 2 whole water bottles in the last 3 days which isn't much proportionally but for one, I'd probably not even drink one if it wasn't for the internet critters in my phone telling me to and also, yk, thats alot of water compared to my last few weeks getting all my fluids from food

10 reblogs: Go to bed before midnight tonight

50 reblogs: I'll make my bed in the mornings for a week

Update: I found out that my bed being made kinda stresses me out for some reason, it's just so neat I get scared, and so instead I am putting away 3 pieces of clothing that have been clean for months and i just haven't touched every morning :D

75 reblogs: I'll work on getting accommodations for my autism at school

Update: I don't have the required "proof of diagnosis" and I'd have to wait 2 years or so to get it and I won't be in school anymore at that point, so I'm working with my counselors to see what they can do aside from official autism accommodations

125 reblogs: I'll work in upping my failing grade in math

Update: Math test retake on the 12tg, wish me luck!

150 reblogs: I'll work on my dopamine addiction and get help

Update: Hooooooly shit addictions are hard. I'm going to start a timer for time between uses of YouTube shorts or Instagram reels in an effort to reduce my need for instant gratification and try to replace every time I pick my phone up with drawing or reading or talking to people around me.

200 reblogs: I'll post my art that I've been self conscious about posting

Update: I am really happy for this, it's finally an excuse for me to make myself post my art :D it's probably gonna be 1-2 drawings per post with a little background with each :3

300k reblogs: I'll start cleaning up my room

400k reblogs: I'll clean out my bag (God pls don't get to 400 yall T T)

500: I'll get sharp objects out of my room

1k reblogs: I'll be really happy :0

Edit; Added more goals

2k reblogs: I'll start streaming on twitch again!!!

3k reblogs: I'll empty out my drafts

5k: I come out as trans to my parents (I don't know if they're transphobic so to speak, but they are of the mindset that "do whatever you want once you're out of our house but until then you are our kid" but I wanna be like um no actually-)

5.5k: I come out as trans to my non-transphobic grandma

6k: I come out as trans to my transphobic grandma

Edit 2; Yo same picture of the earth reblogged me?!? the picverse found this?!?! that's insane xd

Edit 4; I added some coming out goals because I'm not gonna do it if I don't have the pressure from hundreds of little things in my phone cheering me on xd

Pinging moots so there's at least a small chance of any of these happening xd

@calimewzz @annotated-catastrophe @glitched-out-dusk @life-is-okay-rn

#now I can blame my personal failures on a lack of internet fame #instead of my own inability to function properly #>:D

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heya-dollface · 8 months ago

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What to look for when making Long Hair for Dolls - The Differences in 100% Acrylic Yarns

Hey lovely doll peeps, hope you're having a good day! So over in the Dollblr community here on Tumblr, some people had some questions regarding making doll hair out of acrylic yarn. So I took some time to grab some yarn from my stash and lay out what I know about working with it. It was helpful there, so now I'm copying the post over here so you all can enjoy it and use its knowledge for your own doll needs. That said, if you're interested in the Dollbllr community, go reach out to @plasma-packin-peep/@peepersponies to see about getting an invite. It's a really sweet group of people from what I've experienced so far. <3

Let me give you a quick summary of about five years worth of learning to work with this material.

Welcome to my desk! Before you are five different yarns from my stash. All of these are 100% acrylic. As you can see, acrylic yarn comes in a wide variety of sizes and softness, and while I can do the same things to all of them, they will behave slightly differently. My favorites of this bunch are the Yarn Bee True Colors and the Charisma. Yarn Bee is the native brand to Hobby Lobby, and Charisma I've found at Michaels. Loops & Threads and Hometown, which aren't pictured here, other brands I've enjoyed working with in their thicker fiber variants, also over at Michaels.

The common wisdom in the doll community is that you use 100% acrylic because it's a synthetic fiber that can handle heat. That means it can handle a flat iron or curling wand without melting, which is what makes it look similar to real human hair on this scale. I haven't tested a ton in the way of other fibers. But one of my dolls, Sass here, uses a combination of 100% acrylic yarn and a yarn that's part acrylic, part nylon, and I wanna say part spandex? It's been like 4 years since I made this guy, and that yarn's label is lost, but you can see that the nylon yarn sticks out a little. It doesn't flat iron nicely into a fluffy, realistic hair, it's more stringy. So useful to know if you want that look!

So here's what we're going to do. I've taken all of the yarns pictured and taken them apart to show you how much fiber I lose on an average yarn prep. I'm gonna show you what that looks like from left to right. My method is to cut my yarn, unravel each strand by hand, then take a wire pet brush to it to smooth it out. Instead of tying my yarn to a hanger or hoop, I hold it in my hand, brush through the yarn gently until I'm halfway through, then flip it and go after it from the other side. This is good for ensuring that my length is preserved. Whatever fiber gets stuck in the pet brush, I then take out, mush together, and brush through again so that I have more yarn hair to work with. After that, I will take a flat iron to it and then brush through one more time, but I'm not showing those last two steps here. That said, sometimes flat ironing does lead to losing more fiber, so that is something to consider.

Let's start with that big chonker. This is also a Yarn Bee yarn, and it's probably ideal for an easy time getting your hair unraveled. I have yet to use this one on a doll, truth be told I got it on clearance and haven't figured out who the color would suit. It's very easy to pull apart and work with, and as you can see, it retains a lot of its length.

Next is the True Colors. This stuff is so soft, which is why it's my preference, and while it can be easy to tear apart, you can still retain a lot of length if you're gentle. Like look at the far right, that's all the fiber I took out of the pet brush and mushed back together. It's still a pretty sizable amount of yarn fiber to work with!

The Charisma is a similar story. Something you've probably noticed is that not all yarns have the same amount of strands when pulled apart. I tend to see 2 to 4 on average when I'm prepping yarn. This is a two strander, and once again, it's soft and delightful. Highly recommend going to a physical store and touching your yarn before your buy it. The softer stuff is my preference given how much I'm holding and touching it.

This yarn from Mainstay I got on clearance at Walmart, and it's actually quite soft to the touch! As you can see, our strands are getting thinner here, which is harder to unravel with your fingers. I loose a lot of length when brushing through yarn like this, and it's hard to mush the fibers back together. Yarn like this is incredibly common, and I'll be honest, I don't love working with it. ^^''' But it may be perfect for your project needs! All depends on what you want in a yarn. If you're looking to give a doll a wavy/curled hair without having to curl it yourself, just unraveling and plugging a lot of these in might be for you!

I don't remember where this seafoam green yarn came from, but I think it might be yarn marketed for making baby clothes. It's very thin, and it knots a little at the ends when you unravel it, which is frustrating. I managed to preserve and reconstruct pretty well with this fiber, but the amount of hassle it takes to get through this for a full head of doll hair is very aaaahhh. Like I said, maybe this works for your project. I tend to save this kind of yarn for stuff like accents rather than the main hair color, just because it takes so long to work with.

And there you have it! Those are my notes about brushing out doll hair! As a quick aside, you don't have to brush out yarn in order for it to be beautiful. Sometimes I like to only unravel it and use it that way, like with my recent fairy doll here. She uses a blend of two True Colors yarns and I wanna say a Charisma for the white. There's even a pink and white yarn in here that I didn't brush out, I just boiled and then froze it around a foam curler and threw it in for more texture, though it's a bit tough to spot in this photo.

At the end of the day, you can use just about any acrylic yarn for your project, the question is really what are you willing to put up with. I know myself, I know that I can put on a movie or chat with friends as I'm unraveling a thicker fiber yarn and then brush it out another time and have it be tolerable. That works for me. As you can see, a staple of my dolls is having really long, soft yarn hair, so it makes sense that this is what I gravitate towards. XD

But maybe you want something different out of your yarn experience. That's fine too! The best thing you can do is experiment to see what you like. Do what makes you happy! There is no wrong way to customize your dolls (so long as you're not putting yourself or others in danger). Go have fun, be kind to yourself, and be safe in handling your materials. And of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask! I've been customizing since November of 2018, and I love chatting about this art form. To my beginners especially, there is no such thing as a stupid question, don't be afraid to ask for help if you're unsure of where to go.

Here's wishing you all a wonderful day, and happy customizing! <3

#dollblr #doll customs #doll hair #yarn hair #100% acrylic yarn #doll customization #doll customizing #doll repaints #monster high custom #monster high repaints

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icaruspendragon · 3 months ago

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I got tagged in one of those "get to know me" tag games back in 2021 and I wanna see how 2024 me's answers compare!

2021:

1. Nickname: berk

2. Zodiac: Gemini

3. Height: 5’4

4. hogwarts house: it’s been years since I last took the test, but Gryffindor

5. Last thing I googled: yellow wallpaper. The short story haha.

6. Song stuck in my head: movement by hozier

7. Number of followers: 1021

8. Amount of sleep: 4ish hours recently

9. Lucky number: I don’t think I have one but my favorite is 27

10. Dream job: something where I get to help people

11. Wearing: mom jeans, black turtleneck, gray quater zip for the university of Mississippi chapter of delta gamma. Thrift store finds, ya know?

12. Favorite author: Kurt Vonnegut

13. Favorite instrument: cello

14. Aesthetic: someone once told me that I looked like “every kind of lesbian.” So whatever that means.

15. Favorite song: uhh, currently it’s probably “would that i” by hozier

16. Favorite animal noise: kitty cat purrs

17. Random: today at work some lady told me that everytime she comes in she looks for me because I make the best drinks. I haven’t stopped smiling bc of that :’)

2024:

1. Nickname: berk, professor alpha

2. Zodiac: gemini

3. Height: 5’4

4. hogwarts house: once again it's been years since i last took it, but my result that time was slytherin

5. Last thing I googled: "how does a pipe bomb work? I'm not gonna make one I'm just curious /gen"

6. Song stuck in my head: nothing at the moment, but according to receiptify my top ten most listened to songs for November so far are:

man or muppet - jason segel, walter

blue sky & the painter - bastille

marie & polonium - bastille

intros & narrators - bastille

eve & paradise lost - bastille

red wine & wilde - bastille

seasons & narcissus - bastille

fratelli d'italia - this is the italian national anthem lmao

the rattlin bog - seamus kennedy

nobody's soldier - hozier

7. Number of followers: 14,841

8. Amount of sleep: not enough

9. Lucky number: my original answer still stands. big fan of 27 still, too.

10. Dream job: I don't dream of being a laborer, but I still very much want to something that helps people.

11. Wearing: biker shorts and a 2024 gran premio dell'emilia romagna crewneck. welcome back princess diana

12. Favorite author: opal_bullets of ao3 fame

13. Favorite instrument: banjo

14. Aesthetic: on a spectrum that goes from academic queer to refined-button-up bisexual

15. Favorite song: it changes somewhat often. my all time favorite is icarus by bastille but my current is the don reno version of feudin' banjos

16. Favorite animal noise: when my cat groans like she's a blue-collar dad whose long day at work and just wants to decompress in his recliner

17. Random: I was very brave and also very sexy and I decided to go back to school after dropping out at the end of my senior years four years ago and I registered for classes this week and I am not going to let myself self sabotage and quit before I've even started because of anxiety-driven-fear-of-the-unkown-control-issues because it's okay to be scared. you just can't let that stop you and I'm done letting it stop me !!!

#long post #personal #this was kinda fun ngl

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danieyells · 8 months ago

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Rui mizuki’s lines from Tokyo debunker if you haven’t yet PLEASE I will love you for all eternity

They’re edging me with the rui crumbs every chapter I can’t take it anymore

One flirty reaper coming right up!! And by right up i mean almost a week after you asked hhahaha

BUT YEAH WE DO GET A LITTLE OF HIM HERE AND THERE i wonder why he pops up so much. Especially for someone who allegedly tries not to be around other people much due to his deadly touch? Kinda sus--

also this is the first time i've posted all of someone's lines! not that i don't always end up posting 95% of them anyway, but for some reason some of Rui's were ordered weird(they're normally not entirely in order but they're usually sectioned properly, but for some reason one of his affinity chats was way in the wrong place) and I ended up closely paying attention to which one i was looking at and before i knew it i posted all of them lmao. . . .

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"{PC}, hey! Here's to another day vibing our way through curse twin life!"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Huh? Did you know you've got unread messages? Oh, that's why you've been leaving me on delivered! Ahaha!"

no that's just because my adhd makes me hyperfocus on things and it refuses to allow me to attempt to allot attention or energy to things it deems me not having enough attention span or energy or time for and i'm sorry--

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Aw c'mon Ed, again? Why does he always leave his socks on the floor... It's actually exhausting picking up after him all the time..."

lazy sloppy vampire lol

"You look kind of tired {PC}, you doing okay? Why don't you stop by the bar later? I can be your shoulder to cry on."

"Hey! You on break now? If you're super nice and you're gonna come chill with me now, put your hands up!"

"{PC}...were you just checking me out? Hey, it's all good, don't be embarrassed!"

"Oof, Ed popped out of nowhere so I accidentally touched him and he died again. Now I have to carry him all the way back to the dorm..."

i love the face he makes when he says this lmao like he is so tired of Ed's carelessness!

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"{PC}! Did you come here to see me first thing? No way! You just made my day!"

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Aw c'mon, Ed, what are you doing sleeping out here? Didn't you just take a nap, old man? You're gonna catch a cold!"

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh hey, it's {PC}! Can't believe I ran into you here, so random! Guess we've gotta go on a date now, huh? It's like, written in the stars!"

i love flirty characters like rui lolol just. there's always More Going On there. and Rui starts off with More right off the bat.

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I can touch the plants as long as I have gloves on! I mean yeah, I'm pretty sure the same goes for people, but don't you think it'd be scary to test it out?"

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Come swing by the bar later! I'd rather watch a pretty face like yours while I work instead of a bunch of drunk guys."

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"What? Ed was praising my good looks? I mean he's right, right? People always tell me my face is my only redeeming feature!"

but rui works so hard!? who's saying that!!

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Oh sorry, I don't do the whole class thing! You go, I'm all good here!"

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Ouch! Aw man, that rose thorn just scratched my arm... Wait, nooo! My rose bushes are wilting!!"

it's so easy for him to accidentally kill anything lmaoooo

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Are you out here by yourself, {PC}? Isn't that like not super dangerous? ...Wait, did that make sense? Whatever, let me walk you back!"

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Sorry! A drunk customer broke a glass, so I'm cleaning it up! Everyone's a little pent-up lately, I guess."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Watering plants in the AM is such a mood lift, right? Whoa, everything's blooming like crazy out here! Better get my pruning shears."

it's a testament to how well he takes care of these plants that they grow super well in permanently-night Obscuary, i think. 8'D

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Huh? Look, you've got loose threads on your uniform. Give it to me, I'll fix it for you!"

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Hey, {PC}, did you eat yet? My door's always open! You can just stay the night after!"

damn already inviting you to stay over at affinity 13--just don't share the bed, you'll wake up super dead

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"(yawn) Wow, I am dead tired... but I've gotta take a shower, make breakfast, and do the laundry before those two sleepyheads get up."

it takes a real man to be a single mother. . . .

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Oh hey, what's your poison? Wait, I mean, morning! Man, I tried to take my friend's drink order when we were hanging out yesterday too, occupational hazard I guess."

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"A mission? I'm good, thanks though! Oh hey, you should invite Lyca! He'd totally be into that!"

Lyca also probably needs them to pass the grade lol

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"No way, look at the time! Wish I could keep listening to you talk... Wanna stay over?"

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Oh man, I'm sorry! I'm closing early, I've got plans with a friend tonight. It'd be awesome if you could come by tomorrow!"

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Congrats on making it through another day, {PC}! I seriously admire you for working so hard. You're not doing this all for me, are you?"

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"Morning! Whoa, you wanna help me with the housework, {PC}? It's all good, thanks though! The thought's more than enough for me."

c'mon, refusing help at affinity 20? let the pc be your little helper at least!

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Obscuary looks like it'd be full of downers, but it's actually pretty lively in there, right? Not gonna lie, I def prefer it that way."

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Lyca's an open book, but the flip side is he says the darndest things... I feel like watching him is bad for my heart..."

he talks so much about his teammates, he really is such a mom. . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"My eyes are red? Huh, that's weird... Oh yeah, I was cutting onions just now when I was preparing the appetizers for the bar!"

. . .idk this is pretty high affinity. . .you were crying about something weren't you rui. . .or romeo paid you in weed and you were getting tweaked up in the back of the bar

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Oh, don't worry about me, I always sleep late! I'm down to chat till you drift off to dreamland."

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Sometimes I wish I could've met you as a regular guy. I guess you wouldn't have given me the time of day if I had though, ahaha."

is it just me or. . .does it feel like he gets a little more distant as his affinity gets higher? like after affinity 17 it feels like he gets a little less flirty and a little more at arms length. . .like he knows his feelings are getting so strong that he might not be able to resist touching you, but he's too scared to do it even with the gloves on. . .so he tries to keep you a little further away. . .and then he admits it, he wishes he could be with you like a normal person, but if he were just some flirt in the street none of this would have ever happened. Poor Rui, he's cursed to be beloved but unable to give love how he wants in return.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"Oh man, so nice... The weather's like perfect this time of year, right? Wish we could just chill like this forever."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Man, you wouldn't even know it was spring with how bleak it is in Obscuary! Aren't there any cuter anomalous plants out there?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I feel like Ed's getting more senile every day... Maybe I should confiscate his tablet."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"So, what do you think of my spring-inspired cocktail? Almost as cute as you, right? I'm gonna add it to the menu!"

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"C'mon! It's summer, how can the sun never rise in Obscuary!? I wanna get a tan!"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"It's not summer if you don't hit the beach! I used to go all the time back when I surfed. And then I'd pick up girls on my way home... Just kidding, I promise!"

why 'just kidding' lolol you're not together! this relationship is not monogamous even if you were!

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Ta-da! I've got sparklers! Fireworks are fun and all, but there's something special about holding a light that only sparkles for a hot moment."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"It's so hot out, I bet the bar's gonna be a ghost town... Guess I'll send Harurin and Romi a PR message!"

reaching out to the local population of alcoholic ghouls to remind them to give him business lol

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"There's so many dead leaves this time of year, it's a nightmare keeping on top of them! But you can use them to make a fire and roast stuff. Gotta look on the brights!"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Hey {PC}, when are you free? I have a date idea for us—a romantic walk to admire the fall leaves! I'll pack us a lunch!"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh damn! You look so cute all bundled up like that, {PC}! We've gotta take a selfie together!"

direct contrast to romeo who sees you in winterwear and calls you a fat slug kekw

(between 8pm and 5am)

"That piano anomaly makes the soundtrack for the bar! The song picks really tug at the heartstrings, right?"

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"You're a little late today, huh? If you can't get up in the cold, I could be your alarm!"

just gotta be really loud since he'd be too afraid to touch you awake, since he actually wants you to y'know wake up--

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Oh man, how is Lyca so full of energy when it's this cold? You should take him to Frostheim and see if he runs around in the snow like a puppy."

rui pointing at lyca: that dog is my son please take care of him

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Nothing like winter to make you miss the warmth of human touch... Oh, I'm good! Just getting to talk like this is all I need!"

BBY WE ARE ALL BUNDLED UP. YOU CAN HUG YOU'VE BOTH PROBABLY GOT ON AT LEAST TWO LAYERS JUST DON'T TOUCH FACES.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Here, this Rui-original hot cocktail will warm you up! I'll blow on it for you, free of charge!"

is this the next step after gamer bathwater. host club host breath.

His birthday: (March 14th)

"Yeah, it's my birthday today! Oh damn, you're gonna celebrate it with me!? No way, I'm like, super touched right now!!"

Your birthday:

"{PC}... Happy birthday!! C'mon, birthday girl, sit down and chill out! This is your day, you should take it easy!"

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year! Want to start the year off on a high and come on a shrine date with me?"

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Oh damn, are these for me? My heart! Is this your way of professing your love to me? Do I have a shot here?"

White Day: (March 14th)

"Ta-da! Happy White Day! This is for you! What's inside? You've gotta open it and find out!"

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Guess what!? I finally broke my curse! Let's hold hands... just kidding! April Fools!"

this feels more like a joke on him than on you. . .a mean one at that lol

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Happy happy happy Halloween!! Trick or treat! Obviously I'm picking trick, ahaha!"

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Merry Christmas, {PC}! Oh man, I must be like, super blessed to get to spend it with you!"

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Hey, hey, hey! We finally get to spend some time together, it's illegal to take your eyes off me!"

(13 affinity and above)

"{PC}? You seem kind of busy, guess I'll take this chance to get some work done…"

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"{PC}, you're back! I was worried you'd forgotten about me!!"

he's so flirty and clingy, but also he can't be clingy because he's scared you'll die if he touches you, even if he's wearing gloves. . .also surely your curse would cancel out his? Then again I'm sure a reaper i stronger than any other [living] anomaly out there. . . .

but. yeah. rui's a darling haha he just. he's another one of the 'i just wanna be a regular person, i wanna go back to normal' characters whose desire to just be a guy makes him special in a more fantastical world. i'm really looking forward to seeing the Obscuary chapter--probably like a month away, right? 'u'

#tokyo debunker #rui mizuki #danie yells answers #danie yells with anons #danie yells at tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker spoilers #datamining cw #why am i exhausted lol

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