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enidsinclairaddamsthesecond · 2 months

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Could you please do a Mattheo Riddle angst to fluff? Basically f!reader gets jealous because a girl has been flirting with Mattheo but he’s oblivious. Reader gets angry but stays silent, giving Mattheo the silent treatmenr. He finally has enough and blows up at reader and ends up saying something like “All this because of you and your trust issues.” Reader gets upset at that because she has a hard time trusting people, she walks out but later on Mattheo turns up at her dorm and can’t sleep. He’s really tired and he apologises properly, then they just end up cuddling but could you include details? Like reader rubbing his back, massaging his scalp, him lying on her chest.

A/N- absolutely! Congratulations for being the first to ask me! Is it okay if it is inspired from a song? And if it does not match your exact description, my apologies.

Inspired Song: "Gangsta" by Kehlani.

A Gangsta Love (requested)

Summary: You have been avoiding Mattheo for awhile. He's too ingenuous to realize whats and who's there in his surroundings! You have been friends for more than seven years now, and just recently you got the guts to confess your love to him. In fact he told you that he loved you back, but did he keep his words? No, plus he allowed himself to be flirted by some random girl(s).

Warnings: Cussing, f!reader, jealous!reader, typical Mattheo, angst to fluff, a little spicy at the end, mentions of blood and violence. (but not in detail)

Mattheo was resting his head over the couch and was studying; The History Of Magic, out of no choice as exams were approaching. The common room was silent and all his friends were out playing/ seeing the sunset. He cussed himself for not studying the previous week itself. You and your friend entered the common room laughing and giggling. "Yeah sure y/n!" Your friend laughs at you, teasing her, for her ex-crush. "I got detention though, I had to be there with professor Snape at five, its 4.50 now! I better go there before he gives me another one!" She says to you. "Enjoy!" you laugh as she rushes out of the common room. All this girl-chattering made Mattheo turn at your direction, He noticed you and waved at you. But you simple rolled your eyes and ran into the girls dormitory. You went into your room and closed the door behind. "jerk" you mumble.

Your pov I sat down on my bed and opened the 'The history of magic' textbook to learn for the final exams that were approaching. But I couldnt focus as my mind drifted back to the days where me and Mattheo were 'friends'. When this friendship turned into love. It destroyed everything. Its true when they say that; if you turn your friendship into relationship; you will lose both. I shuddered as someone knocked the door; "come in!" I say, hoping it to be y/f/n. Instead a familiar dark brown eyes greeted me. "Mattheo?!" I say half surprised, but deep in my mind,i recalled the moment when I saw him with, two girls, who were flirting with him; the moment where he simply smiled back at them instead of stopping them. "Y/N!" he smiled at me, but i did not return it. "Its been days since we last talked- isnt it?" saying so he came and sat beside me to which I reluctantly allowed, as i didnt want him to think that i am acting differently. "Is everything alright?" he asks. I simply nod and pretend to study, trying to ignore him.

After awhile, of him staring at me. "y/n please! I cant stand this anymore! Your ignoring me, glaring at me, and completely act like i do not exsist! Atleast tell me what i did! Did i do something wrong?" he asks politely, but i could feel his patience was running out. He takes his plam and caressed my cheek using his thumb, it felt heavenly - his soft touch and gentle caress. I got to admit I missed it for awhile. But i refused to fall for it this time. I jerked my head away from him, and scoffed. "why are you scoffing at me?" his tone increased, but he tried his best to stay calm. "Dont pretend you dont know why Matt!" I say keeping my voice low. "WHY? I dont know! just tell me for gods sake y/n!" he shouts. "You fucking allowed yourself to- to…" I try to say when my voice started to crack, betraying me. "I fucking WHAT?" he asked his voice raising a little. "Remember last friday?" "the party?" he said after a thought. "yes! In the party, do you remember two girls were flirting with you?" He raised a brow, and nodded. "Oh you mean Sarah and July?" "whoever! they FLIRTED with you, thats the point! Do I have to spell that out?" I shout. "Flirted? NO!-" "Dont lie Mattheo! I saw everything!" I snap at him which only made him more angry. "DONT JUMP INTO CONCLUSIONS Y/N! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED THERE-" "I saw with my own damn eyes Mattheo! The way she was touching you- THATS JUST DISGUSTING! The worst part is- YOU ALLOWED HER TO DO THAT!" saying so I turned away from his glare. I noticed his cheeks were red and it was quite clear that he is getting furious. "Y/N" he tried to pull me closer to him but I dodged his hand. "NO! DONT! I just confessed to you a week ago and you said Y-E-S didnt you? You said you like me back! BUT YOU ALREADY PROVED THAT YOU WONT KEEP OUR RELATIONSHIP STRONG!" I scoffed, "Maybe you just said that for a show- maybe you didn't want to hurt me- so you said that you liked me back for some sake!" "I DON'T LIKE YOU Y/N-" he says. "I LOVE YOU! I always did! Maybe I didn't have time to tell you but I always have!" his voice becomes low. "DON'T LEAD ME ON!" "LEAD YOU? Your joking right? I ACTUALLY MEANT IT!" he shouted, blood rushed into his cheeks, fury filled him instantly. "ALRIGHT! SO WHAT ABOUT THE FLIRTING HUH?" I fold my arms and glare at him. "you ALLOWED yourself to get flirted but two girls who sure looks prettier than me! That gives it away!" "Flirting? GOD Y/N! That wasn't what it seems to be-" "Flirting or not, you were too close to them, too close to be just friends or classmates or whatever excuses you may give!" " THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR TRUST ISSUES! I ALWAYS LIKED YOU Y/N, I JUST CANT IMAGINE WHAT MY CHILDHOOD WOULD HAVE BEEN IF YOU HADN'T BEEN THERE WITH ME! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BUT STILL YOU THINK I MAY CHEAT ON YOU! I CANT BELIEVE IT!" he slams fist on my desk that shattered, the very next moment his hands met it. I gasp and cover my mouth horrified to see a glass piece that was piercing his palm. Blood trickled out of his wound threatening to fall on the ground, but he was resilient. He pulled the glass piece out of his palm, "EPISKEY!" He cried, and the magic healed the wound immediately. He sighed and looked at me. I could feel his fury still burning slightly inside his eyes. At this moment I drowned in guilt. was I too harsh? I thought. "Mattheo-" I try to say, but he silenced me by turning away and walked out of the door.

I fell on my bed and squeezed the tears that were forming in my eyes. The salt of my tear was burning my skin as it flowed down my cheeks. It felt like an invisible hand was choking my neck. And I felt difficult to breath. More hot tears flowed down from my eyes making my vision blurry. 'I'm sorry Matt! Im sorry' I whined through my cries. All I wanted now was him. I wanted to say sorry. I wanted him to forgive me for my outburst. I wanted him. I realized, I needed him. And I felt very bad for throwing all my anger at him. I was jealous. I admit. He didnt deserve this. I cried louder but I managed to muffle it by covering my face with the pillow.

The door opened with a loud BAM! But I didnt raise my head to see who it was. An arm pulled me into a hug; I shuddered and tried to pull away, but then realized it was Mattheo. I gave in and let him pull me closer. "shh shh- Im sorry y/n! I'm sorry! I got into something-" I still cried and tried to process his words. He pulled me closer, and made me sit over his lap as he laid back over the bed's headboard. He rubbed my back soothing me. I cried over his chest making his shirt a little wet. "I should be the one to say sorry Matt" I say after awhile. "I-Im so sorry for getting angry over you, I'm sorry for ignoring you… y-you did not deserve it." I say hugging him tightly. "shhh its alright" he soothed me and started to hum a chord. "I love you too Matt, in fact I love you more" i say holding onto his waist. "I got to admit, maybe i was a little jealous… but i promise i'll try not to be like that!" He chuckles a little and rubs the nape of my neck. "Its okay y/n… a relationship has its ups and downs… don't change yourself for that… I like you for who you are, I love my jealous y/n" he says. I smile at his sweet words, it was calming. I look up at him smiling, he smiled back and kissed my temple. "by the way" he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "I love you the MOST! Do i have to spell that out for you?" He asks playfully. I laugh at his attempt to mock me. "Lets not fight over this now" I giggle making him smile. He kisses my temple and trailed the kisses down my jawline. I smiled and caressed his cheek, my thumb moving in circles. "What kind of love is this Matt?" I ask. "hmm…" he thought "lets call it; A Gangsta Love" "A gangsta love?" I repeat confused, as I expected him to say something like, forever, romantic, or gorgeous kind of love. "Why?" I question. "Because," he paused looking down at me, "because we are just so crazy for each other". He kissed my cheek, got up and slid over me. Now I was lying in my bed over my back and he was pinning my arms down and smirking playfully. Changing our positions. "Let me worship you y/n," he placed a soft kiss in my jawline, his fingertips massaging the nape of my neck and the other hand pinned me down over my bed. "I'll show you what gangstas do…"

A/N- Im sorry anon, for the very late update! Thanks for your patience!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

#mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #lovestory #mattheo imagines #mattheo x reader #mattheo x you #theodore nott x y/n #upon request #fanfic #hogwarts au

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woncherie · 1 year

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hello!! it took me a bit more than a week to post part 2 of my fic, im so glad i got so many nice comments on my previous part :(( yall made me so happy omg i hope you enjoy this part too.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, ass play. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.4k

what have i done? you were currently turning and tossing yourself around your bed, trying to proceeds yesterdays events, burying your head into your pillow. what have i done?? you always wanted to press a pillow onto your head until you couldnt breath anymore, why not do it now? This would definitely be a better opportunity than go to your lectures right now and get yourself killed by a certain violet haired man.

how did you even get this confident? you tried to blame everything to the alcohol you drank yesterday, your head hurting in approval. sober you would've never done that this smoothly.

you were a bit proud of yourself though. you showed him who the boss was, even if it was just for a night. maybe, just maybe, he will leave you alone now?

curiosity took over you and you grabbed your phone, opening your gallery quickly, being greeted with a very special photo you took the night before.

scaramouche right before you on the screen, eyes teary, mouth wide open with your spit on his tongue, waiting patiently like a good boy. you could clearly see the bulge he had in his pants, grinding steadily against your leg. you can still feel the way he grinded himself on your thigh, and just thinking about the night before made your mouth water and pussy clench. for fucks sake. he really was gorgeous like this.

your timer went off again, reminding you that you should be leaving your bed and getting ready, and the urge to just turn it off completely was very high, but you decided to fight these feelings and stand up slowly instead. you cant hide forever. at some point you will have to meet him again. you aint no pussy.

your head was still hurting like a bitch, but you tried to ignore it. you took a quick shower to get rid of the remaining alcohol and cigarette smell you had on your body and hair, stepping out of the shower and drying your hair properly before changing into you clothes.

after a few minutes you heard your doorbell ring, so you walked up to the door and opened it for a certain blonde guy who stood in your doorframe.

"morning." albedo said in his typical monotonous voice, carrying two small bags with breakfast for the both of you to eat on your way to uni.

"you are absolutely saving my ass."

"my specialty" he answered, handing you your sandwich after you put on your shoes and closed the door behind yourself. you could see that he also wasn't feeling too well right now, still hungover from the day before. but you werent feeling one ounce better.

on your way to uni, you kept thinking about the night before. you have absolutely no idea how you ended up like this. this definitely wasnt your first sexual experience, and you do get your fair share of fun every now and then, but you have never been this controlling over anybody, but fuck, did it feel amazing.

"are you feeling alright?" you heard albedo ask next to you, looking at you through his glasses. he must've noticed that you were sunk in thoughts. "huh? yeah. was just thinking about the party yesterday, my head hurts like a bitch. how did i even get home?"

the intelligent man next to you smiled a bit against his cup of coffee. "apparently yanfei brought us home, we certainly did drink a lot yesterday. she really is a responsible person. need to thank h..."

you werent really listening to him anymore. its not that you couldnt, your mind was just racing right now. does he know what happened? you asked yourself. scaramouche and you werent really in a private area yesterday. did anyone see us?

"wow, y/n, you really seem to be lost in thoughts. care to share?"

you instantly moved your head to him, looking at him with wide eyes before coughing a bit and shaking your head. "im sorry, im just.. really tired, thats all."

"Well, at least we dont have many lectures today. you can go back home quickly and nap some more." he worried about you. albedo always cared about you, just like you cared about him. it was a really nice friendship you two had, but you just didnt feel like telling him anything. he would beat your ass once you told him what you did.

after a few minutes of a silent walk, you arrived at the campus. you threw your empty wrappers away and headed straight to the lecture hall, your heart beating faster and faster with every step you took. fuck. he's gonna kill you.

you opened the door to the lecture hall, letting albedo enter first before following him into the room. it was quite full already, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd. you easily spotted childe, columbina and dottore, their unusual and fancy clothes catching your eyes quickly. but no scaramouche yet.

you sat down with albedo somewhere in the back of the hall, hiding from the view of others. well, that was your goal at least. you expected a furious little man to storm into the room and peel your skin of alive of your body, but.. he never came?

you heard the girls in the row in front of you talk and couldnt help but listen to their conversation.

"Scara is not here yet.."

"Yeah of course. did you see how he hit the bottle yesterday? couldnt stop drinking, especially at the end."

"he seemed a bit anxious, im worried.."

"nah. probably just couldnt tolerate the weed properly."

The first girl really seemed to be concerned about him, and you couldnt help but suppress a gag at her attitude. just wanted to get into his pants. oh if she knew.

at some point the professor came into the hall and started the lecture without scaramouche joining the class, and you sighed in relieve. you were save, at least for now.

☆

You didnt have a lot of lectures today, so you went back home rather quickly that day. albedo joined you once again, and you two walked into your apartment, immediately throwing yourself onto your bed. it wasnt just your head hurting like a bitch, albedo also felt really exhausted, so no one was surprised when you both just fell asleep right then and there.

after a few hours you opened your eyes again, a snoring blonde still sleeping next to you and your head still woozy from the nap you took. you noticed how your stomach grumbled and stood up slowly, going into the small kitchen that your 25 m² apartment had to wash your face.

you didnt wake albedo up yet, letting him sleep his hangover away. instead, you started making some food for the both of you. you didnt have a lot of food in your fridge. of course not, you are a busy student in their last year, all you survive off is noodles and toast.

you really were hungry, and a normal sandwich wouldnt make anyone of you two feel satisfied, so you decided to make some pasta with tomato sauce. simple and easy.

while cooking, your thoughts wandered once again to the night before, but before you could form any proper thoughts, your phone lighted up. you dried your hands and took a look at it. a new message from.. unknown number?

+76 628 ×××××××: delete the picture.

...oh. it wasn't hard to guess who this message is from. your stomach dropped a bit and you gulped, your heart beating a tiny bit faster.

you: where do you have my number from?

its not a perfect reply to him, but at least you had a few minutes time to collect yourself and not be this nervous anymore. he's not here right now. he can't do anything to you. you are save. you saved his number into your phone.

scaramouche: ask me something more difficult next time.

scaramouche: delete. this. picture.

you licked your lips, stirring the food on the stove before it might burn, collecting your thoughts. he's not here right now. you can do whatever you want.

you took another look at the picture you took of him, smirking, unable to control or suppress it.

you: no.

it didn't take him long to answer, probably being active on his phone to reply to you as fast as possible.

scaramouche: im gonna fucking end you myself.

at this point you were used to his threats. wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last time it'll happen. every time you fucked up a lab report, a presentation or anything college related that might affect him negatively, you got tripped, your property destroyed and a few insults thrown at you. it was nothing new.

you: *attached image*

you: oh look how adorable you look. wish you'd always be this much of a good boy for me. my spit suits you.

you heard a few broken and hurtful moans at the other end of the room, so you looked up from your phone. albedo woke up and streched himself, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes open.

"..morn'ng" he mumbled, and you put your phone back into your back pocket. "its not quite morning, albedo." you answered while he tried to get used to the light that shined in your room. he took a look outside of your window and saw how dark it was. "what time is it?"

"7:16 pm" you answered while you set the table for the both of you. "made some food."

you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you bit your lip from the inside in response. it was scaramouche again, but you couldnt check your phone now. albedo would ask, and you didnt feel like telling him anything.

"thank you, really sweet of you." albedo said before excusing himself into the small bathroom you had. your apartment really was small, but that was all you could afford with your part time job.

the second albedo closed the door you had your phone in your hand again, checking the message you got.

scaramouche: ...

scaramouche: dont do this now..

scaramouche: delete the pic. fucking bitch

you giggled a bit at his reply, quickly typing in your reply.

you: i really love coffee, do you know that? why dont you bring me one tomorrow and ill think about it.

scaramouche: you cant be forreal now.

you didnt answer him anymore, putting your phone away and finish setting the table before putting some food into albedos and your plate, right before he came back from the bathroom. you hoped he didnt notice your more-than-usual happy mood, nor the slightly red blush in your face.

"washed ur hands?" you asked.

"no, ew." he answered jokingly, finally awake again. you just laughed at his reply before you both sat down and ate together.

☆

the next day you were even excited to go to uni. you felt completely different than the day before. there is absolutely no way scaramouche will do anything to annoy you, too afraid of you to post the picture.

last night, you thought a bit. would you really post a picture of scaramouche on your lap, horny and full of your spit? probably not. you wouldnt have the balls to post it. but scaring him? oh yes. you like this. you let him believe you would do it. maybe he will stop bullying you now in uni? that would be too good to be true.

you ate your breakfast on the way to uni. albedo left later the night before, and you agreed with him to meet up on campus right before the lecture started.

"hey!" you could hear someone say behind you rather aggressively, and you looked behind you before slowly standing still. of course it was your favourite indigo haired man.

you could tell by the look on his face that he'd be everywhere else than here, in front of you, with a fucking coffee in his hand that he might throw all over your face and hair (like it happened quite a few times already.)

but instead of humiliating you, he passed you the coffee while biting his lip furiously, trying not to burst out in a tide of various creative insults.

"well that was easy." you said mockingly, looking down on the cup he handed you. it was warm and looked good. you opened the lid of the paper cup, checking the content.

cappuccino and... spit.

"thanks for that i guess." you chuckle and looked at him again, his face completely red from embarrassment and shame. how did he fall so low to bring you coffee?

"you know what to do now." he demanded, but you only shaked your head. "dont feel like it. you are being really nice to me. i guess ill keep the picture for a few more weeks."

you started walking away slowly, heading to uni, but scaramouche didnt let you go this easily, following you like a desperate man. he knew you wouldnt delete his fucking downfall of a photo just like that.

"i said, delete. the. picture. you will fucking regret this." he threatened you again, but you acted unbothered and took a sip of the cup. you could feel scaramouche cringe next to you, weirded out by you drinking the mixture in the paper cup. "you were humping my leg like a bitch in heat, im not grossed out by a bit of your spit."

"DONT SAY THIS out loud" he yelled at you at the beginning but then lowered his voice, noticing how people around the both of you are looking over. "please." he then said defeated. "just tell me what you want and ill fucking give it to you. why do you wanna ruin my reputation this badly?"

you couldnt help but roll your eyes and continue walking. after all these months and years of him humiliating and bullying you, he dares to ask you for something like that? how bold.

"just write the next lap report for our project like a good boy and the picture will be save with me." the violett haired man next to you blushed at the weird compliment you gave him but tried to hide his face in his jacket. cute.

☆

getting close to campus, scaramouche stopped following you like a lost kid and instead turned into another street. he really didnt feel like being seen on campus with you.

when you arrived, you already saw albedo standing near the building, and you smiled at him while walking to him. you threw the coffee away before hugging him. "morning."

"morning. didnt like your drink?" he pointed out the drink you threw away while still being half full.

"yeah, the barista fucked it up i guess." you lied while heading into the lecture room. poor albedo, you've been so insincere to him the past few days. you did feel bad, but you already knew about the lecture he will give you once he'll find out.

the room was only half as full as yesterday, todays course only taking in half as many students as yesterdays. but of course a special bully is still sitting in the crowd. you could feel the eyes of him following you on your way to the back rows, but you tried to ignore him.

scaramouche was sitting in the middle of his friend group at the front of the hall, everyone but him happily talking and laughing. he just sat there and sulked angrily, scribbling on his tablet.

you sat down with albedo next to yanfei, and she smiled and started some small talk with the both of you (you didnt actually listen to what she said) until the professor came and started his lecture.

"hey, y/n?" albedo asked you in a low voice, trying to not bother anyone around them during the lecture.

"yeah?"

"wanna head to the library later today? i have a few things to study for and protocolls to prepare"

you looked at the professor but nodded at albedo, thinking it was a good idea. you'd probably still do the lab protocols that you just told scaramouche to do, unsure if he will do them himself. you didnt feel like failing classes just because he didnt hand in the work you both were supposed to do. "sounds like a plan."

☆

you were currently heads deep reading into a few books which laid on the table, albedo sitting in front of you with the exact same book, trying to answer the questions on the reports. "..identity test and purity test of lidocaine hydrochloride?"

you were both searching for the answers in the books that laid all over the wide library table, but no answers. you sighed defeatedly, not even trying to be silent.

it was pretty late at night, 10:37 pm the watch on the wall told you, and you still werent done yet. it felt like you two were the only people in here, everyone else already left. if you two wouldve been more productive, you'd be done by now too, but instead you decided to spend extra time in the cafeteria to talk about anything and everything.

you rubbed your eyes before closing the book, standing up and stretching yourself while your blonde best friend followed you with his eyes. "im trying to find a better book. ill be back in a few minutes."

he nodded and you headed to the tons shelves, getting lost in different publications and works by different authors. you needed to walk quite a while to arrive at the section you needed, putting the old book back into the rack, your eyes scanning the book spines, trying to find a better one.

but between the publications and books, of course, you saw a special pair of indigo eyes and hair on the other side of the shelves. you couldnt think straight, and before you realized it yourself, you headed to the section where your favourite bully was standing.

a book in his hand, eyes buried deep into the book before he looked up with them, seeing your face and rolling his eyes immediately. "how the fuck are you everywhere?" scaramouche asked you.

"i should be asking you this." you answered and leaned against the shelf. "first time that i see you in here. what are you doing?"

scaramouche closed the book and put it back where he got it from. "writing my lab report. last time you told me to do it, didnt you?"

wow. you were surprised that he actually was doing his share in the project. and that he just said a whole sentence without cussing you out. you felt proud of him.

"thank you, i guess." you say, scratching your head, but scaramouche immediately turned back to you and grabbed your arm, pressing you into the shelf with full force.

"if you really feel thankful, maybe think about deleting the picture from two days ago, you fucking bitch." he spat in your face.

oh wow. welcome back, old scaramouche.

a special thought appeared in your head, and you looked at him with a small grin plastered on your lips. he just looked at you confused.

"the fuck is so funny about this?" he spat again, and your grin started growing on your face. "dont feel like it.", you answered, "but i can maybe thank you differently." you moved your leg between his, lifting it to meet his crotch softly.

scaramouche gasped quickly, probably from shock, and he let your hand go. it was an easy opportunity to shove him away from you, now you being the one to press him against the reck of books, caging him in with your hands.

you could easily see the pure flustered shock on his face, eyes wide open and face tinted in red, and you enjoyed it.

"not so bold now, are you?" you asked him, getting closer to his neck and pressing a few light kisses on them. you could feel him inhale in shock, holding his breath in and biting his lip as you attacked his neck with bites and kisses. "we can continue off from where we stopped last time?"

scaramouche felt like he was on fire, body moving on his own once again. he used your thigh to get himself off, getting hard embarrassingly quick. "see, you seem to like it?" you whispered in his ear, but all he could do was bite his lips and trying to stay silent.

yes, the library wasnt full, but it wasnt completely empty either. he didnt want anyones attention on the two of you, so he tried his best to stay silent.

you didnt appreciate this behaviour though, and pinched his ass from behind, a gasp leaving his mouth louder than he intended to.

you let go off him for a second, grabbing his small waist to turn him around, his chest pressing against the books and yours against his back. he looked back at you with wide eyes, visibly shocked. "what are u-" he started his sentence, but your hand on his boner made him lose his train of thoughts.

you opened his pants and slid in with your right hand, playing with the hem of his boxers. "st..stop this, not here.." he mumbled aroused, his pleas not sounding too serious. he didnt wanna stop now, he started to feel incredibly good again. how are you doing that to him?

your hand grabbed his dick, pumping it twice in his pants and scaramouche let his head fall back in his neck, a silent moan leaving his lips. fuck, your hands were cold, but they felt so good on his body.

but how can he believe you would get him off this easily? you giggled silently while watching him enjoy himself before taking your hand back again and kneeling behind him.

he started to get really frustrated with your behaviour and tried to glare back to you, but when he saw you on your knees behind him, face right near his ass, his eyes widened in shock (once again.)

"what are you doing?" he asked you. you didnt answer him though. all you did was pull his pants and boxers down, here, right in the middle of a library between a thousands of books.

the cold air hitting his skin made him shudder, his face turning left and right, trying to check if anyone was close. if anyone would catch you two in here, he'd absolutely go apeshit.

"ever got your asshole licked, scara?" you asked him, and your direct way of asking him made his whole face flush red. "what the fuck are you on again??" he asked, but you didnt answer once again.

you spat in your hand and moved it back to his dick, stroking him a few times to get him more obedient again. his eyes closed in shame and lust as he rutted into your hand, biting down on his hand to stay silent.

you, once again, let go of him, but this time you decided to play with his backside, massaging his ass and getting him more riled up. after a few seconds you used one of your wet fingers to get close to his hole, circling it with spit to get it wet. the moan scaramouche let out in that moment was godlike.

fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. more of his angelic voice. you can't deny that his means and whimpers do something to you, your panties getting a bit wet, heart beating faster.

you couldnt control yourself anymore and grabbed his waist, pulling him close to your face and holding him in place while you devoured him right then and there, tongue circling his hole, moving up and down close to his balls.

scaramouche felt weird, scaramouche felt good. he never felt something like this, his body never felt this good. you didnt even need to hold him down anymore, he was drunk on the pleasure, shoving his cute ass right into your face, chasing the pleasure.

he tried to stabilize himself on the shelf with his hands, head falling back into his neck and tears pooling in his eyes, so close to spilling. usually he was the one pleasuring others, and being on the receiving side this time makes him feel so small and incredibly good. he can't think of a day where he felt like this with another person pleasuring him.

he couldnt help but choke onto air, not a single word coming out of his mouth other than silent whines, tears and mewls of pleasure, so close to cumming.

at some point you switched to your fingers, a spit covered one circling his hole before slowly pushing in, and scaramouche became putty in your hands.

you took your phone from your pocket and opened your camera in one swift motion, but this time you gave the tall man in front of you some time to react.

"say cheese.." you said, and scaramouche turned his head back to you, cheeks red and wet from his tears, lip swollen, tongue out and eyes big. but he didnt care, fuck he really didnt care right now. all he needed was this pleasure that you gave him, so he just looked in the camera with angry eyes which made him look just so much more adorable. just take those stupid pics. he thought.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

oh. you completely forgot that you werent alone in the library, albedos voice somewhere near you and scaramouche. you both immediately jumped up, you on your feet and scaramouche crouching, pulling his pants up, both of your eyes wide in shock and fear.

scaramouche knew that if anyone would see you two here it wouldve been easy to guess what you did, so he pulled his pants up rather poorly and jumped away from the other side of the aisle to the other direction from where albedo came from.

fucking hell. he got blue balled once again.

"im here." you said after fixing your clothes, taking any book from the shelves and opening any page, trying to look busy as albedo walked into the aisle. it was so hard for you to contain your smirk after what you just did, but you tried your best. "i was just wondering what took you so long." he asked, fixing his glasses on his nose. "i already have the solution, we're done for today."

"oh god thank you."

"wanna get some food?"

"yes please, i was just getting tired of being here." you said and put the book away, scaramouche a few aisle away from you, listening to your conversation, hiding his face in his hands.

how did you wrap him around your finger once again?

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NYAHAHAHA hello i hope you liked part 2!! i feel like i did a bad job overall but whatever take it as it is <3 im sorry it took so long.. part 3 maybe?? yes or no??

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaranation #sub!scaramouche #dom!reader

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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imagining/headcannon reader (this could be a continuation of childhood friend reader) making a handmade bracelet or keychain and giving the ones that they’re proud of to chishiya

when they head over to his place they didn’t expect to see the same bracelet/keychain on his desk from years ago, they thought he probably threw it away (like he DID WITH A CERTAIN LETTER 🤨)

He denies it so they drop the topic but couldn’t help the dumb smile on their face

Making Gifts for Chishiya Headcannons!

A/N: I love this request! And it just fits so perfectly with the bestfriend!reader hcs!!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: Season 2 spoilers, not proofread!

Feedback is appreciated!!!

friendship bracelet meme friendship bracelet meme

"i made this friendship bracelet for you"

"im not a jewelry person, y/n"

"you dont have to wear it-"

but instead of saying he would wear it forever, he would just.. do it.

no words

seriously though, you gave chishiya his first bracelet 3 months into your friendship

even though you already made a lot -6 months into it

he wouldn't show much interest

he would be more silent when you put it on him

"oh" is all he would say

but chishiya is screaming at himself inside

like he genuinely wants to say thank you

but god bless him because he's awkward in a situation like this

but you didn't need a thank you because that dorky smile on your face made him smile so softly

and that made you smile even more

he would then be admiring the sky blue bracelet a lot

it has the dice letters that say "chishi"

chishiya would help you gather materials for your craftiness

he loved watching you work and make

maybe he would even join in on making some

you would teach him how

unless you're the type of person to get nervous when someone watches

if that's the case then he would mind his own business

but compliment whatever works you decide to show him

chishiya secretly wears as many friendship bracelets you make under his jacket sleeves

maybe that's the reason why he doesnt want you to hold his arm 👀

and he puts your keychains on any keys he's got

he alters between like 3 keychains at once

per key holder he has

his parents, mostly his dad, makes fun of him for it

so that's why he hides them most of the time, especially in the house

and ofc, the more y'all grew older, the quality became prettier

sadly he threw some of the ones you made that could break easily or were like made out of macoroni

but he never told you

he just said he lost some of them

soon, you started ditching your bracelet/keychain hobby

because you were busy of course

i mean so was chishiya but he secretly missed your little crafty moments

he kept any bracelets and keychains he had left from you

he kept it in a small chest box on his desk

chishiya secretly wore that sky blue bracelet under his sleeves any time

even when working in the hospital

he has it on

and then one day you asked chishiya if you could come over for a bit

because you both had a day off and you had nothing else better to do

with a lot of persuasion, he said yes

and then you came in, admiring his little apartment

and then you saw it

the lil bracelet on his desk

you would let out the biggest squeal of the century

and chishiya, being a big tsundere, told you it wasn't what it looks like

"you kept iiiiiiiiittttt?????"

"kept what? thats a medical bracelet. its none of your business"

and then like quickly puts the bracelet back into the chest collection

you knew he wanted to drop the topic

and you wanted to tease him so badly

but you just couldnt stop with the biggest stupid smile on your face

chishiya hated how much it made you so fucking happy and ecstatic

because he wanted to smile and giggle with you. about how he kept everything

so he just told you to shut it and act like nothing happened

but he couldnt chat with you properly because that big cute smile on your face was distracting him

later, you snuck a peek into the chest to find all the things you made and gave him when he wasnt looking

but he noticed

because you were even smiling bigger and like a dork

like- just so dorky

you were so giddy

but he didn't do anything about it because..

he cant

he knew that you weren't going to let this go

like ever

AND AND AND

I'd like to add that if you ever got into the borderlands with him,

you'd notice that he has the bracelet on at all times

and there was never-ending teasing from you

he would turn down anyone who notices it!

chishiya's in denial

if you weren't there in the borderlands, and it was just him,

chishiya would just look at the bracelet when things go wrong

he so subtle tho

he would still turn down anyone who asks.

you bet your ass that he kept it safe from the fire. so careful.

when he got shot by niragi,

he was fiddling with the bracelet and watching it like a homesick puppy.

cause he wants to return home

to you

#alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #aib #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya shuntaro x reader #x reader #box writes #chishiya #aib headcannons #aib headcanons #chishiya headcannons #chishiya headcanons #chishiya shontaru x reader #alice in borderland headcanons #alice in borderland headcannons #headcannons #headcanons

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cerise-angel · 4 months

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waiting game +18

gator tillman x reader

notes: nothing much just sad smut cause im sad and horny. hope you guys like it 💕

Gator watches you cleaning up the windows of his room, from afar, with the goddamned vape on his mouth, as usual. He knows that his parents dont pay you well enough for the immaculate cleaning you do. He wonders why you do it so perfectly, but then again, he remembers his parents would fire you if the cleaning wasnt spotless. And like you told him once, shit job with shit pay its better than no job and no pay.

Gator assumes youre right, but he doesnt understand really. He doesn't need to. His dad owns the city, and pretty soon Gator will too. He's contemplating whether he should or not go talk to you, remembering the first time you two chatted. Mostly he spoke, talking about how pretty you were to be doing such a nasty job. And how prettier you would look like on his mattress. He said grinning, like he knew you, like he thought he could win you. You stared at him with dead eyes, the gaze on them much similar to the deers he sometimes shot with his father. Made him flinch. "I need this job Gator. And not even you will fuck this for me." He stills replays this phrase on his mind every night, sometimes while touching himself, showing you that you need him, not the job. Sometimes when he had a rough day, he thinks about what you meant, and why he couldnt answer properly, leaving you with a stuttered and whiny "Fuck you."

He stares at you now, unabashedly, hazel eyes greedily tracing the swell of your breasts on the tight tank top. They follow to his favorite part of you, pretty chest and neck glinting with sweat and a bit of sudsy water from the window. When he feels youre about to look at him, he decides to stare at your thighs and ass covered by a pair of black sweatpants. He chuckles, when his eyes stare back up at your face, your eyes angry at him. Before you can say or do anything, he reaches to you, inhaling smoke from the vape and blowing it against the window you just finished cleaning. He leans against the wall, smiling fondly at you.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and catching the bucket with soapy water to clean it again. Gator waits for you to finish, eyeing you greedily, thinking about your soft skin against his, your hands cleaning him with the same focus you clean his house, before blowing a big puff of lychee scented smoke against the glass. He smiles again, like a mischievous kid. Which he is. Again, you sigh, grabbing the yellow sponge from the bucket, ready to clean again. This is not what Gator wants. He wants your attention. He wants you to give him some reaction, to curse at him, to smack his chest so he can hold your arms, press you to the wall and kiss you. But you dont seem willing to play his games today. He hates that.

Huffing, he does the most annoying thing that he can think of and kick the full bucket. The soapy water runs on the wooden deck, that you had cleaned prior. Throwing the sponge at his chest, almost crying from frustration (this is the fourth time this week that Gator decides to taunt you) you snap.

"What is it Gator?"

He looks at you with small eyes, like hes ready for a lecture from his mother. When he doesnt speak, just keep looking at you with his puppy eyes, you groan, walking past him to fetch the kicked bucket. Gator stops you, manly hands grabbing at your sides. You curse at him, too tired for this. He doesnt seem to care, dragging you inside the house, ignoring how you try to fight him, nails digging at his biceps and foot glued to the ground. At his room, he gently releases you, locking the door patiently while you curse and cry at him. He reaches to you, rough hands holding your face before licking your tears. Even though you dont want to, your body betrays you, the whole situation too familiar, you hug him, enjoying his body warm and affection.

"I miss you. I want you. I need you. Please."

Each phrase is punctuated with a sloppy kiss to your lips. You only nod, and he knows that means that you miss him too, that you want him too. His mouth devours you, plump lips caressing every inch of skin they can find. You whine, because you want him to kiss your lips, to taste your spit, and he complies right away. He tastes like peanut butter and artificial lychee flavoring. You dont mind. He tastes like him, and even though it pains you to admit, that is your favorite taste.

"I dont wanna get fired." You mutter while his hands help you to get rid of the tank top.

"You wont. And if you were, that makes it easier for us."

You pull away from him. Again, Gator doesnt understand that you need this job. That being fired wont be good because theres no way in heaven that his parents will let you two stay together. Because he is a Tillman, and you are the cleaning lady. And you know that Gator wont do shit to try to keep you. Not really. He looks at you, searching for what he did wrong, why are you crying and hiding from him again. Gator reaches to you, pulling you to sit in his lap, holding you the way you do when his father shits on his head. With glossy eyes you look up to him.

"I think I love you. Tell me how is that going to make anything easier."

Gator is in shock. He swallows air, heart beat racing, this is everything he wanted to hear from you since the fourth time he kissed your chapped lips. He doesnt know what to say, and you take his silence as a bad thing. Hurting you try to get away from his embrace, before he snaps out of his transe. Gator pulls you back to him, glueing his mouth to yours, a mess of spit and tears. He cant talk, but he can show you. His hands free you from your old bra, pulling your pants off. You help him get out of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers in a rush. He never stops kissing you. His hand cups your pussy, while the other touches your nipple in a agonizing pace. He licks into your mouth pulling your panties down and plunging two fingers in. You moan softly, trying to rub one of your clothed feet on his dick. He gasps softly, adjusting your feet against him, fucking you faster, kissing your lips so hard that you feel them bruising. Gator quickly takes his fingers off you, replacing them with his swollen cock. He sets a brutal but gentle pace, making sure you feel all of him. Your hands grab at his biceps, his back, his ass, every part of him you can reach. He holds your hands at the top of your head, squeezing them in sync with how your pussy squeezes him. When you come, crying softly on his chest, he smiles proudly. You cradle his chin with both of your hands bringing his lips to yours. He comes eagerly inside you, filling you up, and resting his spent body on top of yours. Your arms and legs are still tangled on his torso, locking him on you. Gator enjoys that, feeling on his skin how much you need him. When you release your grip, he rolls to your side, pulling you to him.

"I can try to make it easier." You decide to believe him for now.

#joe keery #gator tillman #fargo season 5 #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman smut #i hate how much this charachter reminds me of mt ex bf #flashbacks of war truly #cerise writings

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hebuiltfive · 5 months

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I wrote this last Saturday night and I've been sitting on it since. Not sure if I'll expand on it or write more to it, but *throws it into the void* enjoy!

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In Times Of Trouble

Help.

They were usually the ones who were called when someone needed help.

They were usually the voices and aid on the other end of the helpline.

No-one had ever asked them what happened when they were the ones requiring assitance.

One of the other members of the team would probably step in would have been their answer, now he thought about it.

But what happened when they all needed help?

What happened when their aid and assistance wasn't enough?

What happened when the world was burning and hope dwindled to nothing more than a tiny shred, drifting away in the wind?

He happened, apparently.

Virgil had never heard such a beautiful sound. A groaning, wheezing that symbolised so much. That dread and despair disappeared in a fraction at that wonderful noise. He imagined it was similar to how rescuees felt when they heard the roaring engines of the Thunderbirds.

He hadn't expected anyone to answer his call. Why would they? He suspected most people were dead, or worse. It wasn't a topic he dwelled on for long, not with most of his family missing.

Without Thunderbird Five, there wasn't a lot Virgil knew when it came to the state of the world. The GDF were overrun, he knew that much. They'd become overwhelmed from Day One. It wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine them being completely drowned out now.

With communications disabled, Virgil hadn't been able to get in contact with London either. It was foolish of him to try and fly out with Alan. Now, as he sat with his little brother's head cradled in his lap, the errors he'd made along the way stood out to him sharply.

The call was his last attempt of getting help, even though he hadn't expected it to work.

It was his last chance before those monsters drew closer.

He hadn't expected it to have been answered.

"Inside. Quick!"

The man who had opened the doors to that wooden box seemed familiar to him, but in that moment, Virgil had no time to ponder on something so trivial.

The banging on the door to that small room intensified. They were almost through. There was no time for a debate.

Lifting his brother into a fireman's lift, Virgil carried him into the box.

The box that was...

"Impossible."

It took all his effort to not drop Alan onto the floor in his sheer amazement.

Their strange saviour ran behind him, closing the door, before running back to the main console unit. "You might want to hold on tight."

Before Virgil could ask, the room — that was incredibly bigger inside than the box had shown it to be — violently jolted. Virgil swore, clinging to his brother with all his might as he went crashing into a railing.

"Won't they just break through the door?" Virgil asked the man who seemed to be swirling a disc around on the console. "This doesn't seem like the best rescue."

"Nonsense. This is a fine rescue!"

Virgil wholeheartedly disgreed.

"Besides," the man continued, "they'll have to find us first!"

Find them? Virgil didn't understand, although that seemed to be nothing new these days.

He continued to hold on, knuckles growing white with tension and gritting his teeth as the room jolted again and again. He held Alan close to him, his kid brother still not rousing from his unconscious state. Virgil needed to examine him properly.

The box eventually stopped it's tumultuous rocking and Virgil sank to the floor in relief. He carefully rested Alan down beside him, his head once again in Virgil's lap. Fingers carded through Alan's hair, matted with blood and dirt.

It was hard trying to catch his breath. His lungs felt ready to burst and his head— his head swam with all sorts of thoughts.

The man stood in front of him, leaning back on the console. "You alright?" He asked with such genuine concern Virgil felt he might have cried.

He found he couldnt answer verbally. He just nodded in answer, then shook his head. The truth was he didn't know.

"There's a medical bay, just down the hall." The man with the familiar face — seriously, where did he know this man from? — pointed to one of the doors. "I can help your friend."

"Brother." Virgil corrected him with a croak. He cleared his throat. "He's my brother."

His chocolate hues traced Alan's features before glancing upward, meeting the man's eyes for the first time since his arrival. "You saved us?"

"You called for help."

"I know you... From somewhere. Don't I?"

The man seemed to tense up a little, turning himself away from the two Tracy brothers and concerning himself with his console again. "We'll be landing in about fifteen minutes."

"Landing?"

"I can fix your brother up in no time."

He turned back to them both, striding forward to, Virgil assumed, relieve him of his brother.

Virgil held tight, shaking his head. Finally finding his voice, and then his feet, he stood firm over Alan's limp body. "I can look after him. Show me this med bay."

"He was shot with a pressurised neutron blast." The man reminded him, though Virgil wasn't sure what the implications of such an injury meant.

Still, he refused to move from Alan's side. "I'm a medic, I can handle it. I'm sure I've dealt with worse."

"I'm sure you have, but that still doesn't mean you know what you're dealing with."

"Little green men from out of space, right?" Virgil let loose a dark laugh. He was open to believing in aliens but having them try to invade the planet was beginning to seem incredulous.

"Virgil, let me look at Alan. Please?"

Any humour, however grim, faded. "... I didn't tell you my name. Either of our names."

The man who had saved them blinked.

Before he had the chance to answer, Virgil took a step towards him with his shoulder squared. "Who are you? Are you with those creatures?"

"No."

"What is this place?"

Virgil span then, arms opening in a gesture that pointed to the entire expanse of the bright room. He couldn't think of any of word better fitting to describe it than spaceship, and so far, he wasn't having the best time when it came to dealing with aliens.

"Who are you then?" He tried again.

"I'm just... passing through."

"That isn't a name."

The man sighed. "You can call me the Doctor."

"That still isn't a name."

He shrugged, unwilling to give anything else to him. "Virgil, please, you need to believe me. I am on your side."

"How can I be sure of that?"

"I saved you, didn't I?"

It had been a miracle that he had, and Virgil wasnt about to slap it back in the man's face.

"Let me look at Alan, please."

Whether it was because he was exhausted, or whether it was because the title he had offered Virgil symbolised aid and help, he finally relented. Virgil stepped to the side, picking Alan up again. "You can look at him, but I'm coming with you. Where's this medical bay?"

#thunderbirds x doctor who #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #thunderbirds are go #fic: in times of trouble

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alxndryngs · 1 year

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Because I enjoy reading what you write: How do RE8 women and the reader spend a rainy day?

Immediately grabbed my laptop to write this once I read it. And thank you! I aim to please :)

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Alcina:

Once you had managed to drag Alcina away from work, she'd stay in bed with you the whole day.

She was stubborn at first, saying how a rainy day was the perfect opportunity to catch up on some paperwork for the next wine shipment.

"Well," You huffed, wrapping the fluffy robe you had on tighter around yourself. "Fine then, very well, Alcina."

Her head shot up so fast some might think she broke her neck in the process. You hadn't called her just Alcina in a very long time. It was always 'Alcina, darling.' or 'Cina, love'. The last time was when she had accidentally ripped one of your favourite blouses during a very passionate make-out session. Which then definitely didn't happen for quite some time.

"You have eternity to do stupid and boring paperwork. Who knows how many other rainy days we can spend together, hm? But that's fine. I will lay in bed by myself and fucking freeze to death because you're not there to warm me and end up dying because I got the flu! Its fine!"

Smiling brightly at your girlfriend, whose jaw was slack on the table beneath her, you turned and slammed your door on the way out.

Once in bed, you tucked yourself into the blanket while laying on Alcinas side of the bed, your face buried into her pillow so you could smell her. She had been occupied with work so much recently, coming to bed late and almost missing dinner or lunch.

Rainy days were your favourite to spend with her, she knew that.

The feeling of the mattress dipping grabbed your attention. Turning your head, you found a guilty looking girlfriend sitting next to you. Wearing a frown pout on her face, she slipped under the blanket with you. Of course, after she had taken off her dress.

Without anything being said, she pulled you against her while she scooted down so you could comfortably rest your head on her chest. With a small smile on your face, you nuzzled into her and inhaled her scent. Your leg slides over her thigh, resting in between and your arm wrapping around her waist as best as you could manage.

Alcina held you close, her own arm wrapping around you as she grabbed the book you were reading the night before off your nightstand. The title read 'Carol', and even though it seemed familiar, she couldnt put her finger on where she had heard about it before.

Your eyes practically closed by themselves once Alcina began reading to you, her soft voice mixing with the rain sounds from outside and the noises of the fire crackling from the fireplace.

Her fingers gently scratched your scalp as they tangle in your hair, your head laying over her heart as you listened to it thump away, the slow and steady rhythm mixed with all the other calming noises you were hearing slowly pulled you into wonderland.

Alcina kept reading until she was sure you were asleep. She sat up afterwards, leaning back and pulling you into her lap properly. Her cheek rested against the side of your head, her knees pulling up to trap you comfortably between her thighs and chest.

"I love you so much." She whispers, running her fingers through your soft hair.

Donna:

Donna had been working in the garden when the rain began to pour down on her.

You were sitting by the window, sewing up one of the dolls dresses that Angie had torn apart, while also keeping an eye on her in case she needed anything. Donna was a strong woman, you knew that. But you also liked to let her know that there was someone willing to assist and protect her.

Just when you were trying to finish up fixing the part underneath the arm where it had separated, Donna's Italian curses caught your attention. Looking up and outside, you saw that in a matter of seconds it had began pouring cats and dogs. Poor Donna was trying to shield herself and protect herself from the rain with her hands while running back towards the back entrance of the house.

Once she had gotten inside, she was greeted by you, a few dolls and a bunch of towels. She had already begun shivering when you and her loyal little friends dried her off with the few towels you grabbed from the laundry room.

"Got you pretty bad, huh?" You said, sighing and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Leaning into your shoulder, she nodded tiredly and sighed with you. Whenever Donna would get tired, wherever you were, she would lean into your shoulder and abuse the fact that you were taller than her.

"Could one of you sweethearts be so nice and pour Donna a cup of tea from the pot I brew earlier? It'll warm her right up."

Even though you said one, three of them ran off to get what you asked of. With a small chuckle, you watched them push each other through the hallway to get to the kitchen.

Leading Donna to the living room, you threw a match into the fireplace before helping her undress and sitting her down before it. Laying the wet clothes over the heater, you grabbed one of your blankets from the couch and wrapped Donna up in it to make sure she wouldnt get even colder.

Sitting behind your lover, she leaned her head back to rest it on your shoulder before tucking her face away into her neck. Nuzzling into you had been a thing she started to love doing not too long ago. Pressing a soft kiss to her head, you pushed her wet hair over her shoulder and began to braid it. Since it was wet now, she would have some beautiful waves once it was dry.

After the dolls brought you the cup of tea you asked for, you and Donna remained by the fire and let the rainstorm pass by whilst she hummed a few of her favourite piano pieces.

Little did she know you had started to practice it for her birthday next month.

Bela:

It was late in the afternoon when you had begun dusting off shelves in the opera hall, almost missing the eldest daughter sitting at a table close to the stage because of how still she was sitting.

Humming a small song to yourself, you listened to the rain outside while working your way from the outer part to the inner part of the room.

There wasn't much to do for you on days like these. Most of your chores were outside, so whenever it rained, you did the very few chores you had inside of the castle before retiring to bed and reading a bit in one of the books from the library.

"Mother always complains about the maiden not cleaning the top shelf," You jumped, startled at the sudden voice from the other side of the room. Turning around, you face Bela and give her a small smile.

"Miss Bela. Yes, I know. I always clean the top once I have finished everything else. It is quite strength consuming to get to the top." You said, smiling while approaching her. There was a chess game set up before her.

"Are your sisters or mother joining you for a game?"

Glancing over every other second, you began dusting a few of the vases standing by her. Bela shook her head.

"No, Liliana was supposed to."

The smile on your face disappeared. Liliana was a maid who had been talking to Bela quite a lot, most of the staff suspected something going on between those two.

"She just.. didnt show?"

Whilst she shook her head you saw how tears began welling in her eyes. She had been stood up.

"Oh I'm sorry.." Setting down everything you were holding, you took a seat opposite her and offered a smile. "I will play with you."

Her eyebrows furrowed while she wiped her eyes. "Mother could punish you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

You shrugged. "So be it. You were stood up and I'd be a dick to leave you here, sitting all by yourself. Now, who's got to start?"

She smiled when you pushed up your sleeves and took a closer look at the board. You and Bela remained playing quite a few times over the next few hours and you told her all kinds of stories about yourself. Going from where you grew up to the adventures you went on before the castle.

Bela was fascinated, asking every possible question she could think of.

She seemed so interested in your life experiences that you decided you would write a journal full of your adventure stories and give it to her on Christmas, or her birthday. Whatever was closer. Plus, you had to ask for Lady Dimitrescu's approval.

Cassandra:

Cassandra had begged you for the longest time to let her show you her collection of weapons in the armoury. Today, you decided was the perfect day to.

She was over the moon happy when you let her know during breakfast that you would join her up in the armoury in the afternoon since you still had some chores to finish before you could take time for her.

She was patiently waiting for you, sitting on a chair and staring at the door as she waited for your arrival.

Once she did see you coming through the old wooden door, she smiled and buzzed over to you before dragging you further in and showing you all kinds of weapons she had.

Everything from sickles, swords, bows, spears and even grenades.

When she was showing you her favourite one, telling you the story behind it, you couldn't help but stare at it with fear, especially after she told you how high the chances of it exploding was.

Her mother heard when she said it and ended up kicking you both out of the armoury and began to clear out everything that could put a human in serious danger. Like the grenade.

Cassandra was upset for the rest of the day, but you ended up managing to cheer her up a little bit with showing her your collection of sketchbooks. Of both you and strangers you met throughout your life.

Daniela:

You were just bringing Daniela the cookies she had asked for when you found her laying in her bed, reading a book and holding a stuffed animal in her arms.

"Miss Daniela, your cookies?"

Looking up at you, she smiled brightly and put her book face down in her lap so she won't loose the page.

"Thank you!" She said, taking the plate from you and placing it onto her nightstand. "What are you doing? I cant imagine there being many chores today. Most of yours are outside."

You shrugged, she was right. Most of your chores were around the vineyard and the kitchen.

"Nothing in particular, really. Just helping wherever help is needed." You said with a smile and were already going to leave before she stopped you.

"Sit with me? My sisters and mother are busy and I could use some company.. you like cookies, right? And romance?"

The hopefulness in her voice convinced you. You turned to her with a smile. "I do, yes."

She squealed in excitement while getting up, swarming around the room and some of her flies escaping the bunch and happily buzzing about.

Daniela grabbed a second blanket and stuffed animal for you, shoved you onto the bed and began to tuck you in before getting back into bed herself. Stuffing the stuffed animal bat into your arms, she grabbed her own and snuggled up close against you.

"Okay, Tell me whenever you're done reading both pages and then we'll flip them over. Alright?" You couldn't help but smile back at the one she gave you. She looked truly happy to have your company and someone to do this with.

While reading together, Dani buzzed with excitement. It was louder at first, but once the reading was going on for a while her flies eventually settled down.

You also had to pick up the crumbs underneath her chest from whenever she bit in a cookie since you refused to clean the whole bed by yourself later, especially since you only changed the sheets yesterday.

Miranda:

Miranda had taken you out on a date for your anniversary.

The both of you went to the opera a few villages away and watched a very nice piece together. Of course, she bought balcony seats for just the two of you to make sure you both could sit and enjoy it in silence.

Miranda made sure to keep an eye on you, looking for any signs of uncomfort or something that told her you weren't enjoying this.

You met Miranda a few years back and ever since, devoted yourself to her lifestyle and gave up your own. She felt terrible most days, whenever something slipped her and she asked you if you could help her carry something down in the lab. She never had asked you to help with what she was doing, she never wanted you to see the horrid things that happened in the depths of her little cave.

But whenever she did ask you to help carry something or bring her something she forgot, you did. You ignored the smell, the glasses filled with.. whatever it was and the blood covered cell.

You loved Miranda, but when you first stepped foot into the lab, you freaked out. Miranda tried to calm you down, assure you that everything she does down here is completely safe and that you would never have to see anything that went down here.

After she learned to trust you completely, she told you why she did it and you understood.

The carriage only got you so far towards Mirandas home since she wouldnt allow it through the gates. Whilst you and her began to walk the rest home, it began pouring down on you both. Before you could even do anything and tell her you both needed to go and stand under a tree and wait it out, a few of her wings rose above your head and shielded you from the rain.

Craning your head back, you looked at the black mass of feathers above you before back at your wife with a big smile.

She kept looking ahead, but when she saw how happy her little gesture made you, she couldn't help but smile with you.

Once inside, she made sure to dry you off herself and get you a fresh change of clothes before tucking you away into bed. She insisted that you would stay in bed for at least an hour or two to warm up properly and reduce the risks of getting a cold.

She was quick to join you, sitting behind you in bed and trying your hair off with a towel before wrapping you up in her arms and wings and holding you close.

"I love you so much, frumosa." She whispered a sigh following close after. She wasnt big on showing affection recently but today she decided to jump over her shadow. "I am so happy to have you.. I dont deserve you. I am so grateful for every day I get to spend with you. You are the best."

You and Miranda spent the rest of the day in bed, instead of just an hour. She ran her fingers through your hair while telling you stories of her days back in the lab in the research facility, with her friends and what kind of work she had been doing.

She also talked about your future with her. Her words almost brought tears to your eyes. She wanted to move away with you one day and start over. Maybe even have another child.

Whilst she spent time running her fingers through your hair, you caressed her feathers.

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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What scene/dialogue in bad buddy absolutely devastated you (but in the larger context of the episode and the show got ignored cos we had bigger traumas to unpack) and why for me was it this scene when Pat asks Pran when he's going to get the documents from LogTech and then proceeding to say that he wants to go visit the musical instrument shop?

I cant believe i didnt properly process it earlier but Pat really asked him to go to the musical instrument shop.

Not because he wants to visit the shop but because he cant take one more second of being apart from Pran and whatever this awkward almost hostile distance that Pran had put between them. The fact that he was trying to say that casually, as if all was as "normal" as it was pre rooftop kiss, when he was feeling anything but casual on the inside, his heart being on the bottom of the feelings-roller-coaster he had on been ever since that moment in the instrument shop when it finally hit him, what he had been oblivious to all along, that Pran was there, and that Pat missed him even while he was standing right in front of him and that somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with him without even knowing.

Just look at him. He's so so so in love it physically hurts ME ( an independent (NOT) unbaised (NOT) observer).

And so now he tries to inject a sense of normality and familiarity into this gap in their relationship by asking Pran to accompany him to the instrument store, do what they have done a bunch of times already but this time maybe even in hopes of telling him what he had felt the last time they were there together??!? Do you realize how devastating that is??

Watching Pat ask that with trepidation, for the first time, well and truly unsure of what is or isnt allowed to him in his dynamic with Pran and knowing (in hindsight) Pran's plan of cutting him off at least temporaririly and knowing Pat's efforts wont be reciprocated (for at least a while more) just hurts so bad i almost couldnt believe it didnt strike me the first 5 times i watched the episode.

It's literally just 10 seconds and probably one of the most un-remarkable moments in the entire episode if not show and yet i am so so so deeply shattered by it.

Is that just me being unwell or did you tear up too...? Feel free to add more devastation i really do wanna know if ive missed any more small but not insignificant moments like these.

#bad buddy #pat napat #pat napat jindapat #bad buddy brain rot #bad buddy meta #i am unwell #episode 6 pat hurts on a stratospheric level #just like episode 4 pran lets not get started on that #i am so unwell yall #okay bye

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Yknow being a disabled person that doesn’t look disabled is. weird. I didn’t even know I was disabled until a little less than a year ago, and knowing this information has changed me. I realized I was putting SOOO much strain on myself for absolutely no reason and i finally had an explanation as to why I couldn’t function like everyone else

People always thought it was weird that I couldn’t shower, couldn’t take care of my hair (despite it being very long and me refusing to cut it), couldnt stand for long periods of time without complaining… not to mention the autism, causing me to have meltdown when it was lightly sprinkling outside and stuff. I just felt… different /neg

THEN I found out I was DISABLED and suddenly things just clicked. I can’t stand because my joints don’t work properly and I can’t stand up without feeling dizzy because I have POTS. I can’t shower both because of the distain for water AND because I CANT STAND for long periods of time! I finally had answers and… no one believed me.

“Oh but you don’t look disabled” SHut up SHUT. up. Disability doesn’t have a “look.” Anyone can be disabled, you can’t sniff that shit out by appearance alone. Hell, even the first doctor I went to was like “nooo you can’t have POTS it’s just anemia” and my parents were like “the DOCTOR said this so you have to believe that,” despite me KNOWING it wasn’t right. I got angry and took it into my own hands, did my own tests, following what the doctor said the test criteria for POTS was, then showed my main doctor what I found. She was like “…Yeah the first doctor didn’t know what she was talking about, that’s definitely POTS.” and gave me some tips on how to make it less of an issue. (Haha I was right and you were wroooong Doctor)

Anyway point is. Believe disabled people. Even if they don’t look disabled. Even if some of the things the disability causes are kinda gross and make you maybe think they’re just lazy. Lazy is a CONCEPT that doesn’t exist. There’s always something else at play—depression, disability, autism, lack of motivation, some necessary components is missing for them to do the thing… literally even if they just don’t WANNA, there’s a reason for that. Lazy is a stupid concept and should be not used against disabled and mentally ill people.

#eely rambles #actually disabled

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Bouncing off my bi ryuji awakening post, im gonna add these tags from it: (separated to make it easier to read)

[#anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding#‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff#even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs#ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself#and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude#um.#😳.

#also i wanted to clarify#but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture#and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl#and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head#‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him

#ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro#his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure#and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands]

Ryuji definitely finds Conventionally Attractive Girls pretty, but he realizes around postgame that he genuinely formed crushes on THREE people; Akira, Makoto, and Goro. And all three of them are people who carry themselves as a bit Soft and Delicate (akira and makoto w their personality and mannerisms, goro w his appearance) while also being deceptively strong. Yusuke WOULD fit into this but hes only strong in the metaverse. Also if u tried to argue that he still finds yusuke pretty, Ryuji would just say ‘yeah duh? Of course???’ and would not elaborate further.

I just think. Its cute 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryuji loves someone whos pretty and capable of knocking him flat on his ass lmao He LOVES a challenge and he likes that they can all challenge him in different ways.

Akira is way stronger than he looks; hes very toned and he used to be quite active before being shipped off to tokyo. And after fighting in the metaverse, hes gotten way better at using an enemies mass and momentum against them. Yeah he can properly knock someone down, but its way easier to let Ryuji charge him and use that momentum to sweep and pin. Which Ryuji remembers vividly for Weeks. Akira is not allowed to spar w him and Makoto for awhile after that.

Makoto is just strong as hell. But shes very defensive, and extremely patient. ‘Ill wait and see before I decide What to do’. Shes got good reaction timing and its hard to catch her offguard. Its very difficult to disorient her so oftentimes, his spars w her are more about endurance. And if he ASKS her to do so, she’ll actually fight him back. He never wins 😭 but she is very patient w him and she doesnt treat him like an idiot. She likes to give him tips and redirect his strengths to make up for his weaknesses and it makes him a bit warm in this chest

Spars w Goro are just fun. Theyre fun! Goro is way more aggressive and reckless than Makoto and Akira. He is looking for openings near constantly and Ryuji has to either keep up or tank hits. Its very. Engaging. For him. Sometimes he loses and Goro is giving him a look so smug, Ryuji wishes he could kick him in his fucking teeth (something he clearly couldnt do bc hes already been knocked flat on his ass). And sometimes he wins, and hes so shocked and HAPPY about it; he doesnt miss the way Goro looks away from him pouting like a brat (‘no fucking way are u POUTING man, what a sore loser 😭’). Goro and his uptight personality is thrown out the window completely and its so fun and refreshing to see. Hes tall and imposing w broad shoulders and toned arms and if Ryuji is staring, he finds himself immediately distracted when Goros cheerful, softspoken voice asks if hes willing to go another round.

I love it 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryujis got a complicated relationship w violence but it helps to have people he trusts engage with it in a way that doesnt make him feel like some brute. Theyre all kind of itching to beat the shit out of things for multiple reasons, but instead of taking that out on each other, they spend time training one another so that they can beat the shit out of OTHER things better. Its an efficient system 😊

#chattin #i dunno how to tag it; dont wanna add ships in here bc theres not alot of NonPego/ryu fans in the pego/ryu tag lol #but ye. ryuji likes a pretty face and he likes getting his ass whooped sometimes #i mean he likes to fight and WIN; he is not trying to roll over like a defenseless tortoise #but he likes the deception a little bit….#what do u mean ur shitty shirt or sweater is hiding those arms ??? what do u mean u can bench more than ur own weight????#its insane.#its a little 😳#also oops i am writing essays in tags again. i will continue to do this im sorry #i just have so many thoughts that dont feel like they fit in the body lol #my approach to the thieves is . they are very angry and prone to violence and violent thoughts #and they have an questionable outlet w the metaverse #BUT #if the metaverse was to poof away; where does that outlet go?#and thats the foundation for my idea of their ‘found-ish family’#i HATE the actual family stereotype but i am thinking of like #they are bonded in a specific and unique way #and they stick together because of it. no one will understand them as much as they understand each other #i know i mentioned only the four of them #but i am thinking of ALL of them #they are a little gang of their own now lmao if u mess w one u mess w the rest of the hounds #and they all have some warped perspectives on good and ‘evil’ and justice #maybe the others arent as readily capable to physically hurt someone. but they are more than okay with bad and cruel things happening-#-to bad people.#anyway. this post was about ryuji having a thing about getting roughhoused bc hes a rowdy boy #i can see it being something ann teases him about #and definitely as they get older its something that just doesnt leave him. his brain has already made the Connections #i love my homies they beat the shit out of me when i ask them to and vice versa 😊#naw theyre not really HURTING each other that bad #but its the idea of it 👀 like look at me bearing my weaknesses to u so you can make me a better person

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