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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

౨ৎ

you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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kessellluvr · 4 months

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˗ˏˋ once in a lifetime ´ˎ˗ nsfw!

pairing: professor!lottie x spouse!reader (i might write more for this ‘series’) wordcount: 1k

warnings: smut, vibrator use, age gap, mommy kink, fingering, dirty texing, teasing

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ taglist: @glrlsriot @chig78 @nogenderblender9358 @mayasaurusss @jadeisnothere5

You and lottie have been married for about 5 years now, she was the perfect partner for you. The day you first saw her in that café, oh damn, you fell in love with her.. that long black braid, the layered strands that framed her face so perfectly, defining her high cheekbones and that beautiful jawline. You repeatedly went to that café, praying to see her again - and well, somehow you ended up marrying that goddess.

Lottie worked alot, but she was passionate about her job - helping people to get further education to success in life. Of course, it was hard only seeing her on weekend and in the evenings, but you managed. Lottie teaches psychology and maths (sorry not sorry), you didnt have a clue about either of them so you werent really a big help. You and Lottie text alot when shes at work, just talking and when you realise she wasnt in a good mood, you decided to lighten it up a little..

“Hey Lots, i miss you..” you sent, still laying in bed even tho it was 11:30am already. Lottie could never, she’s always been an early bird.

“I miss you too.” she texted you back and oh that was dry, wasnt it? She usually uses pet names in her texts, trying to get you worked up. “You okay?” you asked her, sighing to yourself as you put the phone aside, throwing the blanket off yourself and sitting up. Your phone vibrated on the bedside table and you went to check what she replied.

“Im fine, really.” you read, raising your eyebrow and scoffing. “No Lots, youre not, talk to me. I can tell youre pissed.” you werent gonna give up that fast. As she read your message and didnt reply, you felt a little sting in your heart. Leaving you on seen? Really? Anyway, you went to get out of bed, leaving your phone on the bedside table and making your way into the bathroom. You stared at yourself for a good minute before splashing some water in your face, drying it off with a towel before going to brush your teeth.

As you finished getting ready, slipping into some pj’s and a shirt, you went to check your phone again. Still, no answer. You sighed and decided to try something else - lifting your shirt and taking a quick picture of your tummy, the soft curve of your boobs peaking from beneath your shirt. You hit the sent button and added another message “Answer me..” Fuck. That sounded desperate.

Meanwhile, Lottie saw your message - raising a brow and opening the picture, her eyes going wide as she looked at it for a while, trying not to show how much it affected her since she was literally in a room full of colleagues right now. “Jesus.. im just a little pissed off cause we got our new schedule in, i have to work full eight hours on friday.”

Your eyes lit up as you finally saw her respond, reading her message before typing “Awh that sucks.. but youll get home earlier on other days then, right?” you asked and she replied with a “yes”, you smiled - finally you could get to see her more throughout the week. I mean, that one day of working full wasnt gonna hurt, right?

“So, are you teaching right now or are ya on break?”

“just started my lecture.” you smiled at your phone, deciding to tease her a little. “mhm, im feeling horny right now.. mommy what do i do?”

“jeez, you know what to do.” you just knew she was trying so hard not to show a reaction infront of her students.

“no, tell me what to do mommy..”

“get the bullet vibrator we got you.” lottie texted back, you smiled brightly at your phone and rushed into the bedroom to get the vibrator. it was rather small, a bullet-like shape but a little bigger. it was a hot pink colour, even had tons of diffrent levels.

“hm i got it..”

“take off your boxers, turn it on lowest level and press it against ur pretty little clit.” and you did as she said, pulling down your sweatpants along with your boxers and turning the toy on lowest level, spreading your legs and pressing it lightly onto your clit - gasping as it made contact. “done” you typed out - hands shaky.

lottie left your message on seen, you didnt really notice - getting lost in yourself. the bedroom door swung open and revealed lottie, you gasped once again and lottie just chuckled. “fucking hell, you werent gonna cum without me telling you to, were you?” she teased as she walked towards the bed, undoing the buttons of her blouse and throwing it to the floor carelessly. “n-no lottie..” you stammered out, the vibrator was turned off and laid to the bedside table. “d-dont you have some lectures to do?”

“fuck that. i said i wasnt feeling well.” lottie said while going to straddle your hips, pushing your upper body down to the bed. you bit your lip, looking up at her with needy eyes. lottie smirked down at you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, her tounge slowly pushing in and meeting the tip of yours. her hand slipped between you both, her finger grazing over your swollen, wet clit. you moaned into the kiss, feeling her applying more pressure to your sensitive bud, slowly circling it while not breaking the kiss. she pulled her lips off of yours, gasping for air while going to press her fingers against your entrance- slowly pushing in and curling up, making you throw your head back. she started pumping her fingers faster, making you gasp and moan, you felt yourself so close to cumming already - lottie just knew where to touch you to make you come quck. your moans got louder, more desperate for release. “cum for mommy..” and you did, letting yourself get consumed by the orgasmic pleasure as you cried out her name, your thighs clenching together. lottie kept fingering you through your orgasm - until she finally pulled out and looked at you with a satisfied smile. “now, let me take a shower and we’ll continue..”

“can i join..?” you asked, still catching your breath as you looked at her with those cute eyes. “cmon then.”

━。゜AN: i know its not much, but i hope you enjoyed >_<

#yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #lottie mathews x reader #adult lottie #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews smut #charlotte matthews #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets smut #lesbian #simone kessell #nat scatorccio #yellowjackets season 2 #yellowjackets s2

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psiroller · 15 days

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in which chilchuck tries to get some but ends up a sucker to his caretaker instinct once again

i just wanted to write something where chilchuck unironically indulges laios' hyperfixation, lol. im folding this into something larger but it kind of stands on its own for now, so here.

“Hey,” Chilchuck slurred. An arm crawled around Laios’ shoulder, stirring him from his reading. “What are you doing up? It’s my shift.”

“Just research,” Laios replied cheerily. His eyes were drawn back to the book and away from Chilchuck, something that elicited a soft huff of irritation. “I’ll still be good to take over for you. I’m kind of wound up, you know? Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah,” Chilchuck snickered, his hand brushing across Laios’ chest with just a bit too much pressure to be purely friendly. “I’ve been wound up, too.”

Laios met Chilchuck’s lascivious gaze with concern. “Are you starving yourself again? You wouldn’t have such bad insomnia if you ate well.”

“I got wine, there’s nutrients in that,” Chilchuck giggled, giving Laios’ tit a fond pat. Laios smelled the drink on his breath and the hair on his neck stood on end.

“On an empty stomach? Chil…” “What you getting worked up for? I’m fine. I know what I’m doing.”

Laios’ brows furrowed. Chil stared up at him, waiting for him to back down, and the smug smirk only widened when he didn’t.

“You gonna force-feed me or something? I didn’t take you as into that kind of thing.” “Knowing how depraved you are, you’d enjoy it if I did.” Chilchuck scoffed. “Oh, yeah, you’re one to talk—”

Laios closed his book. “You’re being reckless,” he declared, in that know-it-all leader tone. Rarely used—Laios hated using it—but terse enough for Chilchuck to tilt his head and shut his mouth for a minute. Not long enough.

“Being a little tipsy doesn’t mean my eyes and ears don’t work,” Chilchuck groaned, pulling away and slumping onto the next step up from the one he was perched on. “It’s not my job to fight them anyway. All I gotta do is throw the bottle at your head and I’ve done my part.” “I’m not talking about the party, Chil.”

Chilchuck shrunk away from Laios and crossed his arms.

“When did you become such a nag?” Chilchuck groaned. “I’m older than you. I know my limits.”

Laios turned from his seat on the floor, rising on his knees, invading Chilchuck’s space. He braced his arms on either side of Chilchuck’s lap.

“Do I have to say why?” Laios rumbled. “If you don’t want me to care, stop making passes at me.”

Chilchuck clucked his tongue. “Didn’t have to hit on you to get you to take a few quills to the back for my bony ass.” “So much for never talking about that again.”

Chilchuck grinned. Laios’ eye twitched, knowing that Chil knew he’d taken the bait. Chilchuck reached up to cup Laios’ face; Laios let him, unfortunately.

“You can relax, big guy,” Chilchuck said, and the softness in his voice made Laios deflate all at once. “I got by just fine until you hired me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I want to believe you,” Laios murmured. Chilchuck could feel the muscles of his jaw working as he spoke, the weight of his heavy tallman skull in his palms. “I do. But you don’t know—" “I’m fine,” Chilchuck asserted. “What’s got you so…?”

He stopped, bit his tongue. Laios looked up at him with those insufferable, upturned puppy dog eyes, deep amber in the low firelight, and he remembered. Chilchuck let out a long-suffering sigh, stroked up his cheek into Laios’ hair and scratched his scalp.

“We got this,” Chilchuck said. “It’ll be alright.” Laios slumped forward into Chilchuck’s lap, thick jaw slamming down onto his legs like a harpsichord lid, and Chilchuck squawked. Laios turned his face into the loose-fitting, threadbare slacks Chilchuck normally wore to bed, sucking in a long breath that made his back rise and then letting it all out through his nose. It reminded Chilchuck of Leed’s wargs after a good dinner, resting their big, wrinkly heads on any friendly knee and whining for attention.

Chilchuck scratched at his sideburns. He knew propositioning Laios would be risky in the dungeon, but this wasn’t the kind of disaster he’d envisioned if it went wrong. His hand came to rest on Laios’ back, and he rubbed it along the length of Laios’ spine. Laios’ broad body sunk that much further into his lap. Chilchuck’s calves were going numb, but he held deathly stll, as if he’d scare Laios off. As if he didn’t want to scare Laios off and get out of this mess.

“We’ll find Falin,” Chilchuck said. “We did it before, and we’ll do it again.” Neither of them believed it, really, but it was a nice thought. Maybe if they chanted it enough a spell would be cast. No mana sickness yet; they’d have to keep at it.

“I’m pretty confident about that,” said Laios, muffled in Chilchuck’s legs. His breath puffed warm on his thighs in short, controlled breaths. “But if we do and we don’t get her, if the Mad Mage takes care of us, then—it’s not just Falin, anymore.”

Chilchuck’s breath caught. His fingers curled in Laios’ shirt and tugged fitfully. Laios didn’t budge.

“She used to be all I had, you know.” Laios hugged Chilchuck’s pins-and-needles calves, which further trapped him but also returned some level of blood flow. Small blessings. Chilchuck wished he were dead. “That was fine. It was—better that way. Less to worry about. Then I found a nice girl, and I proposed—"

“Wait, what?”

“—she was so cute, so nice to me, but when my father said Falin would have to leave, I couldn’t just leave my little sister to rot somewhere, so—I broke it off. It didn’t matter, if I could earn enough money and Falin would be okay—”

Try faking a heart attack. You have the plausible deniability. “He… sent Falin away?” He was dimly aware of Marcille and Falin having met at magic school. “You were supporting her?”

“—but I didn’t even—need to. She was happy where she was. And I still—I still dragged her here, let her get eaten, let the Mad Mage take her. What kind of brother—”

Chilchuck gripped the back of Laios’ skull and pulled at his hair, not enough to move him, but enough to shut him up. He let go and ruffled it instead, soothing out the tension in his scalp. Laios melted, limbs melting to the stone tunnel floor.

“I see why you’ve been so wound up,” Chilchuck said. “You’ve just been sitting here and spiraling. Are you even reading that book?”

Laios squeezed Chilchuck’s legs to his chest. “Not really. I’m looking at the words but I’m not… retaining anything.”

That’s bad. “Let me see it.” Laios looked up at Chilchuck with confusion, then distrust. “Please?” That only confused Laios further, but he lifted the worn old tome from the floor for Chilchuck to take.

“Dragons of the Eastern Archipelago,” Chilchuck read out. “Another cookbook, eh?”

The jocular tone whiffed right past Laios’ ears. “It’s… not really research,” he admitted. Chilchuck thumbed through the pages—there were many detailed technical sketches of long-bodied, short-limbed dragons with horsehair and deer antlers, strange boggling eyes and stretched lips. More impressionistic doodles filled the margins, with scrawled-circle eyes and jagged teeth, little flared scratches of the broad side of a pencil representative of dragon fire. Their fat snake bodies had wobbly, uneven sides and sloppily looping scales—but some were a little more distinguishable as a dragon than others.

“Ah.” Chilchuck cleared his throat. “Nothing wrong with a little light reading, I guess.” He tried on a smile. “The, uh, pictures are nice.” “I kept telling Falin that long don’t breathe fire,” Laios said, voice tight, “but she kept saying it would be cooler if they did.” “That’s what they’re called? Longs? Seems kind of on-the-nose.”

That managed to get a laugh out of Laios, but it sounded more exasperated than anything. “It’s just one of the native words used for them, but it’s not Shuro’s language, apparently. The word he uses is ryu.”

“I haven’t seen anydragons other than red and green. Maybe it’s just the dungeons I’ve been to.” Chilchuck said. He winced, realizing he’d just stumbled over a lecture topic, but Laios stayed folded across his lap, seemingly having gotten comfortable there, and stayed quiet. The silence made Chilchuck’s hair bristle. Chilchuck nudged him, knuckles against Laios’ temple.

“C’mon, man, I set you up. Go on.” “Now you’re just making fun of me.” “Seriously, Laios. I really want to know this time, and you’re gonna sulk about it?”

Laios turned up from his lap to read Chilchuck’s face, though he never seemed to be able to get it right all the other times he’d attempted it. Chilchuck heaved a melodramatic sigh and patted Laios’ head, an action that lowered his hackles. It really shouldn’t have worked that easily, but Laios closed his eyes and hummed.

“There are… so many kinds,” Laios said dreamily. Dread began to creep in on Chilchuck’s charitable mood, but he’d talked himself into a corner. “They’re super adaptable. Pretty much anywhere you have a dungeon or an ecosystem robust enough to support one, you can find a dragon.”

“I’ve, uh, heard about white dragons. Furry ones, kind of like these guys, but with wings and the stocky body type. Never seen one, though, so it could have been bullshit.” “Oh, they’re real. Pretty common up north.” “Do they really breathe ice? How does that work?”

“Basically, yeah. It’s super-cooled air. They have huge lungs and a fuel organ like a red dragon, but instead of burning the waste matter inside, it liquefies it into a kind of slurry—” Chilchuck grimaced, but Laios was already talking with his hands and not measuring Chilchuck’s enthusiasm. “—that undergoes a rapid chemical reaction when exposed to the air the dragon exhales.”

“Huh.” Chilchuck absently stroked the back of Laios’ neck. Laios squirmed, but didn’t complain. He slipped out of his kneeling position to sit flatter against the wall, head still flopped over Chilchuck’s lap but looking outward toward the fire. The angle looked uncomfortable, so Chilchuck dropped a step lower, letting Laios slide over just a bit more, lay more solidly in Chilchuck’s lap. Laios’ ears had turned red. “Y’know, I always just figured magic did it. I never knew any of the biology until I met you.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong for thinking that way,” Laios half-shrugged. “They wouldn’t exist without some kind of mana source, so they’re still a product of magic. But to sustain the kind of huge, complex bodies dragons have on mana alone would starve the ecosystem, so they have to develop organs and bones to keep them upright and moving to serve their purpose.”

“To destroy whatever enters their lair?”

“To survive.”

“Same as the rest of us, then.”

Laios hummed. Chilchuck’s wrists had begun to hurt from holding the book, so he propped it up on the crown of Laios’ skull. He didn’t seem to mind.

“So what’s this big pearl they keep drawing the long dragon with?” Chilchuck asked, even though the answer was right beneath it, indicated helpfully in a list of figures.

“Oh, that’s an egg, believe it or not.”

“No kidding.”

“Dragon clutches start out pretty big, but because of how demanding the hatchlings are, most of them don’t survive to adulthood. Some species of dragon choose a ‘favorite’ out of their eggs to focus on and raise instead…”

Chilchuck smiled into the palm of his hand as Laios rambled, flipping through the book to keep his eyes open as Laios talked, listening as the spaces between words grew and his tangents unspooled, dissolving into dreamlike nonsense. The weight of Laios’ head got heavier in Chilchuck’s lap until the static crept back in, but Chilchuck had no intention of moving him anymore. It was well past the scheduled watch shift change by the time Laios began to softly snore, but Chilchuck didn’t rouse him.

#chilaios #dungeon meshi #ficroller #if you recognize the dragon egg factoid i know what you are

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy

note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀

synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.

He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.

"Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.

"This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.

"Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."

With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.

Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"

"That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.

"What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.

"Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.

Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.

"Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.

"Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.

"You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.

"Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."

"I didn't know you were that jealous of him."

"I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.

#leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #leona kingscholar

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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Yes so many constant teacher reader thoughts! What about early dating when she's had a really hard week at school, maybe she's been staying behind for parents night or something and is absolutely exhausted. She's not replying to Matty as much or just giving him short ideas and him being Matty starts to worry that she's having second thoughts about their relationship

Omg people having thoughts about my au is so cool… and this is such a good thought.

You and Matty have only recently started dating, maybe a month and a bit? And matty thinks it's been going perfectly, but he can't help but feel insecure about the relationship. He is so madly in love with you and has been for so long. He can't help but be nervous he's going to lose you. And he can't bear the thought because he's only just managed to get you.

You reassure him when he asks that you want to be with him, that you were also pining over him for months, and that this is exactly what you wanted that whole time.

And Matty believes you, for the most part. But there's always that sneaking thought of “what if”. What if she hates me? What if she regrets this relationship? What if she thinks im wrong for her? What if this is all wrong?

////

it's been a stressful week at work. You have parent evening at the end of the week, which means it's lots of late nights preparing everything you're gonna say to each parent. It might seem easy to talk to parents about their kid's progress, but it's one of the worst parts of being a teacher.

It seems parents either think their child is an angel on earth or the spawn of Satan. You say one thing they can improve upon, and suddenly, a parent is jumping down your throat, “How could you? My little Amy is perfect!!” or they start scolding the child in front of you “You are useless! Why can't you just focus for 5 bloody minutes??”

So you've been fucking exhausted all week, and you've cancelled on Matty twice. You had a date on Monday, but you saw the pile of work on your desk and messaged to reschedule for Wednesday.

Matty then didn't hear from you all of Tuesday or Wednesday, so was already nervous you were mad at him. But when you text to cancel on Wednesday? His heart fucking dropped.

You must be second-thinking this whole thing. Maybe you decided the risk to your job was too much, or maybe Matty isn't how you wanted him to be.

But in an attempt to stop himself from spiralling too much, he texts George and details his worries. Of course, George simply calls him a twat and says “Trust me, she likes you. It's sickening being around the two of you for more than 10 minutes.”

Matty wants to tell George he and Charli are no better, but he leaves it for today and takes his friend's words at face value.

So he texts back saying it's fine and that he misses you. and each minute that passes by with no response is killing Matty slowly.

After 45 minutes of silence, you just reply “<3”, which doesn't exactly help Matty’s mental state.

He texts you every day, and each day, your responses get shorter and shorter. Until it's Sunday, and he hasn't heard from you since Friday evening.

It's then he decides you must be rethinking this, rethinking him. there is no reason why you would be ignoring him otherwise. And it fucking shatters him, he goes into break-up mode before any break-up even happens.

He drops Annie off at Hanns and stops at Tesco, grabbing ice cream, red wine, and tissues. He wants to feel like a girl in a shit romantic comedy, so he's gonna do just that.

2 bottles of wine later, Matty thinks it's the perfect time to call you… despite it being 3 am. Needless to say, you don't answer. But Matty being Matty, he leaves a wine-drunk voicemail.

“Heyyyyy y/n. It's Matty. Your boyfriend. I think… anyway, im just calling to say you can just dump me, you know? You don't have to be nice or anything. I won't turn Annie against you. But I don't think I could even if I wanted to, m’ pretty sure she likes you more than me already. But whatever… I've had a few bottles of wine and just thought I should call and tell you im fineeee. Totally fineeee. So yeah, if we’re over of whatever, you can let me know. Because im fine. Like so fine…. Okay, bye.”

And with that, he passes out on the sofa, spilling wine on his rug that he will be forced to scrub tomorrow.

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It's 7 a.m., and Matty's head is banging, so much so it sounds like someone is hammering on his door. Oh, wait. Someone is hammering on his door.

He stumbles off the sofa and catches a glance in the mirror, his eyes are hollowed, and heavy bags sit beneath them. Half his curls are flattened and stuck to his head, whereas the others are sticking on end like he had been electrocuted.

“Ye-” he starts to speak as he opens the door, but you storm in talking before he can even get one word out.

“BREAK UP WITH YOU? WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?” You stand in Matty’s front room with your hands on your hips. clearly, you had stormed straight over here from your flat, not even bothering to get out of your Halloween pyjamas (it is like May btw <3).

Matty rubs at his eyes and blinks a few times, “what?” he asks, coughing as he finishes because Jesus Christ, his throat feels like it's full of sandpaper.

“...do you seriously not remember?” you shake your head at Matty with wide eyes, and he nervously shakes his head, and he swears he can almost see the steam coming out of your ears.

“Matty. You called me at 3 in the morning telling me to dump you. Why the fuck would you think that? Why would I ever dump you?” your voice is softer now and you've come closer to Matty, and he can see any rage you might have had was never really anger.

It was fear. Pure fucking fear.

“Oh.. that,” Matty says shyly, rubbing at his face and pulling it down.

“Yup. that,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Okay, im so sorry about that,” Matty starts to explain, desperate to get you to understand his fucking crazy brain, “I had a few bottles of wine and my stupid anxiety took over. You hadn't really spoken to me this week, and you cancelled our date, so I convinced myself you were having second thoughts. And drunk Matty thought the best course of action was a long rambling voicemail reassuring you that you can dump me.”

You nod slowly, and Matty seemingly can't stop his word vomit, “And you can if you want to! But I really don't want you to. Like at all. Im actually kind of obsessed with you, if im honest” Matty steps closer to you and pulls you into his chest.

Your arms remain limp at your sides for the first few seconds, and Matty wants to die. But just before he pulls away, your arms slip over his shoulders, and your fingers wind into his curls at the back of his neck.

You burrow your head in his neck, and Matty can feel you nodding, “Okay. That makes sense” he breathes a sigh of relief. Thank GOD you didn't dump him then and there.

You snap back and look at him intensely before saying, “But just so you know, I was planning for parent's evening this whole week. That's why I was so quiet. And I would never break up with you just by ghosting you. And if im being totally honest, I would never break up with you in the first place. or ever, really."

Matty nods and can't help the smile that comes on his face, you don't want to break up with him. ever.

You snap your fingers in front of his face before he can get too happy, “Hey don't you start smiling. I’m still pissed off at you… but you are especially cute in the mornings, so I feel you’re trying to manipulate me into forgiving you... are you?”

“Well that depends, is it working?” he teases

“Maybe... Shut up.”

#love the idea... not so sure about my execution #but oh nervous matty #like babe. im literally beyond obessed with you #there couldnt be less to worry about #teacher au!#anon!

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bloggingboutburgers · 2 months

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hi! so, uh, I wasn't really sure where to send this, but you seem nice and (hopefully) have some advice. I'm aroace, specifically sapphic-oriented cupioromantic ace, and I think I have a squish on this one girl. or maybe mesh? idk. all I know is that I really like her and want to be close to her, I think the word for me is alterous attraction? or maybe platonic or aesthetic, because I think she looks really cool too. honestly, I'm not really sure what the heck I feel :') could be a crush, squish, mesh, or just wanting to be friends. uhh anyways, I'm not really sure what to do about it. idk, I guess I want to become closer to her?

anyways, sorry for bothering you. basically I was wondering if you have any thoughts on what im feeling, what I should do, and also maybe how you and your qpp got into a qpr with each other? if u dont mind.

oh! and congrats on you engagement, your 'no one can know I dont like sex' comics make me smile and also have helped me figure out myself! thanks.

Hey!! I'm so sorry I'm replying to this ask so late T^T Kinda buried myself in other projects of let myself get distracted for this blog for a lil while... Either way I hope I'm not too late TwT And don't worry, you're not bothering at all!! (Also thank you so much for the kind words, they mean a lot TwT)

I guess... Whatever you do about it is up to you honestly, as vapid as that probably sounds of me! Heck, maybe you've already taken some steps since writing to me too, late as I am...

I also don't wanna put a label on how you feel, because it's a very personal thing, but I'll say – honestly you don't even necessarily NEED to put a label on it, not yet or not ever (whatever works for you), if you're not sure how to call it. The most important thing is if you're vibing with what you are, besides that you don't owe anyone any explanation. Though I guess it's also understandable to want to know what to call it if you're gonna bring it up to her... But also (maybe I'm naive, but yeah) I think there's nothing wrong with just sincerely saying you don't know how to call things yet either, even to her. I feel it'd be fair to both of you still, personally.

As far as me and my QPP, I didn't do anything – they were the one who realized they had a squish on me and took all the steps originally to get it going 🙈 Which they told me was definitely nerve-wracking! But yeah, their handle is @civiart if you want to reach out to them too for more advice, or they can also answer further questions here on my behalf, they told me whichever is fine with them^^

But also in case it helps, I've actually drawn how it went down for us here in the past, and I tried to elaborate a bit on my own experience of a QPR here and here!

And sorry again for being late TwT I wish you the best though!

#anon #sorry i'm so late #aroace #cupioromantic #asexual

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What if brienne's mom was still alive? How much of her character/story would change? And what do u imagine their relationship would be like? 🧐

sorry for the late reply! I think I’ve written something on this before but im on mobile and i know im never gonna find it so. this is mostly hcs:

for whatever reason I’ve always imagined Brienne’s mother as a quiet, daydreamy person who doesn’t smile much but somehow exudes warmth anyway. Selwyn I imagine as having been a big character in his youth but he turns inwards after the loss of Cyril (my hc name for her) and their children. but anyway they were an odd couple in their youth but it kind of worked

the main thing she and Brienne share is a passion for stories, songs and poetry: I think Brienne gets her romanticism from her mother, and Cyril knows a lot about stormlands folklore etc and Brienne is always eager to hear about. they go on walks about the island together to see supposed sites of magic

otoh i think Cyril would be aware that Brienne looks different to other girls but her approach is just to never comment on it. which is fine at first but hard for Bri in adolescence bc she kind of needs Cyril to say she knows she’s different and that’s fine, but Cyril thinks if she says nothing then Brienne will never even realise

Brienne still would have suffered the insults of someone like Septa Roelle, who is more than happy to tell her precisely the ways she’s different, but she doesn’t want to tell her mother bc she’s scared of Cyril confirming it’s all true so unfortunately that never gets addressed

hc that Cyril living means Selwyn maintains his big personality to a greater extent, and he’s warmer towards Brienne as a result. but he’s often distracted by his role as the Evenstar so Bri doesn’t confide much in him EITHER

you know I guess it all really depends on what kind of person Brienne’s mother was in terms of what impact she would’ve had on Brienne’s story. I think she and Brienne would’ve been warm towards one another but not similar people, so she can’t necessarily heal all of Brienne’s hurts and Renly’s kindness is still enough to drive her to join his train

I don’t picture Cyril trying to stop Brienne leaving, she thinks it’s kind of romantic. but Selwyn being less inward in this AU, he does try to stop her as his only heir and that creates a rift between them. maybe that results in Brienne being more resolute about not returning till she wishes, or less so idk. but in short my hc is that Brienne got away with much of her nonconformity through the emotional absence of Selwyn who is too lost in grief to pay her enough attention

maybe in the least, Brienne doesn’t immediately feel so strongly tied to Catelyn, with whom I think there’s a slightly maternal relationship going on? bc she doesn’t lack a mother, that bond doesn’t feel so urgent as it does in ACOK, for either of them: Brienne subconsciously looking for the presence of a maternal figure, Catelyn missing her own children terribly and especially her daughters

idk hope this helps

#ask #brienne of tarth #cyril swann #selwyn tarth #asoiaf

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Idk why the idea of Fk ari not having it when reader wants to go get some things from the grocery store late at night alone. Like she’s craving some ice cream so she’s like “im gonna go buy some brb” and ari is just like ?????? Wait for me ???? And she’s like “ill be quick stay here” and he’s just “absolutely fucking not im going or no ice cream”

omg yes !!

"It's just down the road—"

"I don't care!" Comes Ari's muffled voice.

Just a second ago, he was lounging on the couch in his grey sweats, strumming away at his guitar while you did a puzzle on the floor. Then, you spotted your designated ice cream mug (a thrifted mug with a crude cat painting) on the shelf. For a split second, you got excited for some ice cream before you went to bed, but then you remembered you had finished the tub yesterday.

The only option to feed this abrupt craving? Late night ice cream run.

You were fine going alone. It didn't make sense for Ari to get dressed to come along when you could just take your bike and be back within ten minutes at max.

"Look, you either wait a fuckin' minute, or you don't go at all and I'll go pick it up alone."

"That doesn't make sense!"

"It doesn't have to. Stop pouting, I don't have to see you to know you're doing it."

Your frown disappears. "So bossy..."

You roll on the heels of your feet, cocking your head at the quarter-finished puzzle on the floor. It was a peaceful garden with plenty of colourful flowers and too much green. Over half the pieces were different shades of green. It was going to take a while to complete.

"Oh please, I know you love it." He emerges from the bedroom in jeans with messy hair, and his shirt half-buttoned. He goes to the kitchen and swings open the fridge, then the freezer and the cabinets. "We need to go grocery shopping anyway."

"I was gonna go to the convenience store!"

"And now we're going to the grocery store." He swiftly replies, and takes out several reusable bags, "they have more ice cream flavours anyway—and they have the good ones."

You fall back onto the couch dramatically, "Ugh, but I don't wanna walk around for thirty minutes."

"I'll carry you if I have to." Ari slips on his shoes, stuffing his wallet into his pocket. "Pick a hat for me, sugar."

You begrudgingly point to the pink trucker one with the worn brim, and he puts it on his head, holding back his long brown hair.

"Well, get up then!" He promptly yanks you up, making you crash into his chest with a squeak. "Let's get you all your snacks too, baby, you still like those little gummies?"

#fk drabble #fic drabble #fk ask #fk: fluff

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miuszn · 1 year

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Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)

What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,

They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort

Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing

(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)

hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?

it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.

you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.

later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.

you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”

you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.

“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.

“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“

“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”

“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“

“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”

ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.

“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.

“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.

“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“

“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”

“are you going to forgive him for it?”

“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”

“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”

“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”

you nodded hesitantly.

while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.

#arielle’s drabbles ୨୧ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader #joel miller #ellie and joel

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 4

idk how but im pumping these out like, daily. idk what's gonna happen in the next chapter tho. tbh most of this chapter was made up as i wrote it

There was a second face, a distorted one, staring back at him, a few feet behind him. The face resembled a skeleton and the figure had a greenish glow similar to the one around the white haze. Raph whipped around and without hesitation, threw a punch towards the figure. He only realized it wasn't there when his fist hit the wall, making him cry out in pain. Just a few short seconds later, all three of Raph's brother were on the other side of the door.

"Raph are you okay?" Leo asked?

"What happened?" Donnie questioned

"Uhh, I'm fine! Just, uh, tripped!" Raph said, trying his best to sound casual.

Leo made an unsatisfied noise, but he and Donnie both left. But Raph saw Mikey's shadow creep underneath the door. "Mikey I can see your shadow, what do you want?" Raph grumbled, not really wanting to talk to his any of his brothers, but knowing it was the only way to get Mikey to leave.

"You sure you're okay, bro?" Mikey asked in a rather small voice.

"For the last time, I'm fine Mikey!" Raph snarled.

"Okay..." Mikey sighed. A few seconds later Mikey's footsteps could be heard walking away. Now with all his brothers gone, Raph could bring his mind back to what he saw. What did he see? The image of that face flashed in his mind. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but he also had a feeling he would find out either way.

The next day, Raph was paired with April for patrol, much to Donnie's disliking. Raph didn't exactly like it either. He didn't like hanging around April. Knowing how she felt about Casey's death, and knowing she didn't know who the murderer was. Yet here they both were, patrolling through the sewers, looking for whatever destroyed one of Donnie's cameras. It was probably just a stupid rat anyways (no offense to Master Splinter).

"So," april began, "uh, how's your day going?" she asked, trying to make polite conversation.

The question caught Raph off guard, he wasn't exactly one for small talk, it's not like he got much practice considering he grew up in the sewers. "Uh, good, I guess" he replied hesitantly. He kind of knew how he should respond, after having seen people partake in small talk on TV.

"Mm." she hummed in reply. The turtle didn't know how to take that. People on TV usually started talking about stuff happening in their life, right? But what would he tell her? Had to think of something. Think of something.

"Uh so how are you feeling with your friend's death?" he blurted out. 'Why the fuck would i ask that?' he scolded himself mentally. April inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly, letting her shoulders drop. Raph could tell he struck a nerve. But before he could retract the statement, she replied.

"I just," she began, "miss him. So, so, much." Her voice began to crack as her eyes teared up. Raphael felt like he was about to scream. He was in no way, a sentimental type. He wasn't good with emotions, not even his own.

"Mm, I'm... sorry. For your loss." he mumbled, cautious not to make April cry.

"Thanks, Raph." she responded after a moment. Thankfully, before any more words could be said, the turtle's T-phone rang. He pulled it out of his belt, answering the call.

"Hey Raph, we found out what broke the security camera. Turns out it was just some stupid rat. You and April can come on back now." his brother Donnie said, his voice crackling through the phone.

"Ok, sounds good, we'll start walking back" Raph commented. And with that, April and Raph started the walk back to his home.

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Later that day, right before training, Raph couldn't find one of his sai, again. He checked on the shelves, in the drawers of his bedside table, and even under his bed. He just had it earlier today too. He was about to start looking underneath the rug in his room at this point, when his older brother, Leo peeked through the door frame.

"Wow, still having trouble finding your sai, huh?" he pondered.

"I swear I just had it! I bet this is some dumb prank by Mikey." Raph yelled, already prepared to defend himself. By this point, Leo was leaning on the doorway staring at his nails, for the sake of making Raph mad.

"Well, you better find it quick, Master Splinter won't like you being late because you lost your weapon again." Leo remarked, grazing over Raph's small outburst. And with that, he left, leaving Raph alone in his room, frantically searching for his sai. He swiftly check the shelves again; and he checked the drawers in his bedside table again. He looked under his bed again, and found his weapon lying there. Right there. But he had already checked there! He swears he had already checked there.

Whatever the matter, he decided to grab it and rush over to the dojo so as to avoid being any more late than he probably already was.

_______________________

Several hours passed, and with that, training was over for the day. As he and his brothers walked out of the dojo, April was already sitting on the couch, presumably waiting for them to finish. Upon hearing them leave the dojo she turned around to face them.

"Hi guys!" she perked up at the sight of them.

"Hi April! Hope you're not tired from the walk here, cause I spotted something on some of the security cams, I think we should check it out." Donnie mentioned.

"What'd you see Don?" Mikey questioned. Raph began to space out around this time, only really hearing something along the lines of 'let's go to the lab' so he absentmindedly complied and started walking towards the lab. While spacing out he began to think about the face he saw in the mirror yesterday. A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see it was april.

"Hey Raph, can I talk to you real quick?" she inquired politely, flashing a small smile. Raph really didn't want to talk to her, but thought that if he told her no it would only make him more suspicious.

"Uh, yeah sure." he answered. He tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting to seem engaged in the conversation.

"It's just that," she started, "You've been acting kind of weird lately. Mikey said that a few days ago you were acting weird while in the sewers placing the cameras, and Leo mentioned that you've been really forgetful with your sais. Is something going on?"

Raph took that all in. So his brothers really had noticed his weird behavior. And even worse, they told April. "Ugh, I'm fine." Raph stated. He didn't want to say anything more than that. He just wanted April to leave him alone.

"Are you sure? The past few weeks, you've been acting kind of weird. And your vibe has been kind of... off. Not bad just, off" she questioned.

"I'm fine, seriously April." Raph sternly replied.

"Hmm, okay." April muttered, walking past him into the lab. Raph followed her into the lab. once behind Donnie who was sitting at his desk, what April said finally processed. what did she mean off?

Chapter 1/Chapter 3/Masterpost

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #casey jones #2012 casey jones #raphael #2012 raph #fanfic #casey jones fucking dies

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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secret admirer? pt. 3

bakugo, midoriya, todoroki (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy headcanons

warnings: swearing but there's swearing in all my fics man idk

notes: im back

masterlist | request | part one | part two

bakugo !

the grand reveal

this guy seriously likes to make everything a competition

todoroki wanted to confess first? oh fuck no. he’s going first without a doubt.

he acknowledges the fact that you could reject him, but he’s determined to try.

by “try” it’s like

“i'm your secret admirer. the better one. go out with me.”

he’s… eerily calm…

but very commanding???

anyway

you say you like him too

would stand there processing for a bit

he's just letting it sink in

and then

he would grin so mf smugly

literal definition of a shit-eating grin

then, "sunday?"

"sure"

"great. 2pm. i'll send you the address."

he takes you on a hike with a bunch of food that he cooked in his backpack

it’s like a picnic

with the most incredible view ever

afterward

who needs gifts when you get to see his pretty face

kidding

he still gives you gifts

regularly

if not even more regularly than before

and they’re even more incredible

you’ll get fine dining in a bento box if you’re with bakugo

this guy doesn’t do ‘mediocre’

it’s either go beyond or it’s nothing

would spoil you rotten

(but would deny it vehemently to anyone that asked)

only the best for the best, right??

midoriya !

the grand reveal

he blurts it out.

accidentally too.

he is not subtle

couldn’t be further from subtle

he would nearly try to retract it

but then he looks at your face and he just

“yeah….”

would stand there awkwardly until you reply

you say you like him too

bro is flabbergasted

“wh— really!?”

“yeah really”

“holy crap!!!!!!!!!!!”

will literally start glowing

cover your eyes because god damn his smile is beaming

he’ll ask you out if you don’t do it first

albeit he’ll do it very……………..uhhh

if he asks you out, he’s a mess basically

completely forgot what he was gonna say

it’s just so awesome that you like him back

will mentally fist-bump the fact that you like him and not todoroki or bakugou

afterward

continues to give you gifts (though less regularly given that he gifts you with his wonderful face)

loves to spend quality time with you

who needs gifts when you can talk

(although, he will put extra extra effort into the hero notebooks he writes for you)

todoroki !

the grand reveal

he's a tad inexperienced

buys you flowers (he saw it on wikihow)

holds them out awkwardly and says

"i'm your secret admirer... would you like to go on a date with me?"

if he's embarrassed the most he'll show is averting his eyes

maybe he'll blush a bit

(the flowers he got you are red roses)

(he's a little basic, forgive him)

you say you like him too

his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and he smiles a little

"friday?"

takes you out to a super fancy restaurant

afterward

instead of increasing the quantity of his gifts, he increases the quantity of time he spends with you

he'll try and find gifts that are really meaningful to you.

sometimes he'll make little ice sculptures - not anything professional or amazing, but its the thought that counts

also, he's pretty touchy

mans is touch-starved fr

always holding your hand under the table at lunch

he's also a tad bit possessive

only subtly, and in the healthy way (not in the 'everyone who touches you should die' kind of way)

whenever someone gets too flirty or too touchy or whatever he'll somehow create a master plan so that he can sit/stand between you and them

likes it very much when you wear anything he gave you

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years

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I Got You

No callsign this time! Reader is a civilian character.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd / Fem!Reader

In which a shy navy pilot is finally pushed by his friends to speak to the new barista at their favorite bar.

Warnings!! Fluff, mentions of a panic attack and anxiety, a really shitty ending cause im super tired but anyways

Yeah i lied about the three fic rotation, im not super into Hangman so its hard to get inspired to write for him.Rooster is def my favorite, but im really coming around to bob :))

Bob thought he was pretty tough. He may not look like it, but he could withstand a heavy force of gravity and many twists and turns at a high altitude.Yet, he lost all confidence and mental strength he had when he took one look at the new barista in the Hard Deck.

It wasn’t just an,”Oh damn, she’s kinda cute,” look either. It felt like he got hit by a truck. And it didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. Phoenix followed his line of sight to see you serving drinks behind the bar like you were born for it. In her point of view, Bob looked absolutely dumbstruck, like a lost puppy. Everyone else seemed to take notice, too. How could they not? You were a hot new take and god knows they needed one.

“Damn, she’s fine,” Hangman commented, and Bob shot him a look. “Woah, Baby on Board, you’re like, head over heels.” Hangman smirked.

“I... No I’m not. It’s just like you said, she’s cute,” He said, stuttering over his words. It didn’t convince anyone.

“Whatever you say, Bob. But if you don’t make a move, I’m gonna,” Rooster claims, and Bob went red. He just shrugged silently and diverted his eyes to his shoes. His anxiety was too high to deal with their nonsense right now.

Rooster got up and strutted over to the bar to get your attention.

“What can I get for ya, sir?” You turned to him while making someone else’s drink.

“Hey, could I get a beer, and let you know that my friend over there thinks your pretty cute,” He gestured over to the pool table with his head. “The one with the glasses, in the chair.”

“Well tell your friend to come over here and say hi,” you handed him his drink and replied with a welcoming smile, before turning to the next guest to serve.

When Bob heard about Rooster’s little escapade, he was embarrassed. Little did he know, you had been peeking at him from our spot at the bar. He was cute, you’d give it to him, in an adorable nerd way. His colleagues were hot, but you still found yourself looking at him as the bar died down. When he caught your stares, he turned bright red. You offered a warm smile and a little wave, and he decided he might as well say hi.

He stood, drawing unwanted attention to himself, and walked towards you. His fellow pilots cheered him on and whistled his way, and he turned impossibly more red.

“Hi, what can I do for-” you stopped yourself mid sentence as you looked up to find Bob.

“H-Hi. Um, I just wanted to say hi and-” He fiddled with his fingers and pulled at the collar of his khaki uniform. “Is it hot in here? Just me?” His breathing became erratic, and he was shaking.

“Hey, c’mon, lets go get some air, it’s stuffy in here,” You grabbed him by the arm and led him out to the deck. “Hey, hey, you’re all good.”

“S-sorry, my, uh, my anxiety is messing up, um..” he still wasn’t breathing correctly.

“Don’t apologize, my anxiety spikes when i talk to cute guys, too. I’d be lying if i said i wasn’t anxious,” you tried to calm his nerves, but as soon as you realized what you said you were done for.

“I- uh, didn’t mean to say that outloud, um.. But don’t be stressed. I got you.”

Eventually, his anxiety evened out, and you continued a more normal conversation.

“Um, sorry to bring it back up, but did you mean what you said earlier.. about, um, thinking I’m cute?” He refused to look at you while saying it, but you grabbed his chin and gently guided him to look at you.

“Yes, I did Bob.”

Needless to say, his anxiety shot right back up, but he wasn’t complaining. He felt as if he was on cloud nine, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said. Even after you closed and he had gone home, and taken a shower and laid in bed. It rang through his head like it was all he could think about.

“I got you.”

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i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night (but now i see daylight).

a/n: hello im back on my adrian bullshit. its crazy how almost a year ago i got back into posting my fanfic thanks to adrian, and now almost a year later, adrian has pulled me (albeit maybe temporarily) out of my writers block! PLEASE REBLOG

summary: 4 times you & Adrian almost kiss, & the 1 time you do.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teenage angst, best friends to lovers, new years kiss, mention of threesomes, vague mention of canon? any mistakes are all mine, ive tried to proof-read three times!

word count: 8.4k

14.

"Seriously? You haven't had your first kiss yet?!"

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at Adrian, who occupied the bean bag opposite you. "Shut up, it's not like you've had your first kiss either!"

Adrian threw the pillow back at you and smirked. "Actually, I have had my first kiss." He replied, smugly. You scoffed and raised your eyebrow.

"You do know that your pillow with Princess Leias face taped to it doesn't count, right?"

"Ha, ha. I know you're trying to embarrass me, and it won't work." Adrian said, then he mumbled, "I know it doesn't count."

"So who was this kiss with then, loverboy?" You asked, with a smirk. You were confident he was lying, but you weren't sure why he'd be lying. Adrian had been your best friend since you were seven, he had no reason to feel embarrassed around you, and there wasn't anything you didn't know about each other. Until now, apparently.

"Ashley Carter." Adrian shrugged.

"Seriously? Ashley Carter? Obsessed with horses, always wears those weird t-shirts with the horse puns on them?"

"So what! She's pretty, and she thinks I'm cool."

Your body began to burn, your cheeks especially, and you turned away, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think you're cool." You said, huffing slightly. You saw Adrian grin smugly out the corner of your eye and you sighed. "What?"

"Kinda sounds like you're jealous. Did you want to kiss me? Oh my God, did you want to kiss Ashley?!"

Your whole body felt like it was on fire as the embarrassment overwhelmed you. You certainly didn't want to kiss Ashley Carter, so were you jealous that everyone seemed to be having their first kisses, or were you jealous that you weren't Adrian's? You frowned at the thought and shook it off, you definitely weren't feeling that.

"Are you alright? When you're quiet like this, and have that look in your eyes, it usually means you're not alright." Adrian observed, and you nodded. "I didn't mean to upset you, if I even have. I was just teasing you."

You smiled slightly, you always forgot just how much Adrian picked up on. He may not read social cues and situations all too well, but he always knew when something was wrong; you still hadn't figured out how to hide it from him, no matter how much you'd tried over the years. "I'm fine, Adrian. Why didn't you tell me about your first kiss? We tell each other everything."

It was Adrian's turn to sigh, and he shrugged as he tried to sink deeper into the bean bag. "I don't know, you hadn't told me about yours, so I didn't think this was something we were gonna talk about."

"Of course it is, Adrian! This is prime best friend talk! Who else are you gonna talk about it with, parents?!" You replied, earning a chuckle from Adrian, which made you smile. "Besides, I didn't tell you because I haven't had it yet."

"Duh! I know that now, stupid." Adrian retorted, earning another pillow to the face from you. "I just assumed you'd had your first kiss; I'm very surprised by it."

"Wow, you're surprised that the girl whose only friend is the kid who ate glue hasn't been kissed yet?" You raised your eyebrow and Adrian sat up straighter.

"Hey, it was one time, and I was young and stupid back then."

"You were eleven!" You exclaimed.

"That's younger than fourteen!" Adrian exclaimed back, and you fell into a fit of laughter.

"You're an idiot." You laughed, and Adrian grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, but you love me anyway." He replied.

You rolled your eyes affectionately as a comfortable silence fell between you both, with only the sounds of the radio softly filling the air in the treehouse.

"You know...if you wanted...I could be your first kiss." Adrian said. Your eyebrows knitted together, it almost sounded like he said-

"I'm just saying, we're best friends, who else better to have a first kiss with?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, before raising your eyebrow. "Adrian Chase, do you want to kiss me?" You laughed.

"Why is that funny? Like I just said, who else is better for your first kiss? At least you know I'm not gonna run off and laugh about it afterwards behind your back!"

"Oh my God, does that happen?" You squeaked and Adrian nodded, his eyes wide.

"It happened to Matthew Barton. He kissed Millie Sawyer under the bleachers during PE, and by lunchtime, everyone knew he was a terrible kisser and they were all laughing at him."

You sunk further into your bean bag, hoping it would somehow swallow you up, but to no avail. "God, maybe you're right. Maybe this is the best way to just...get it over with."

"That's the spirit!" Adrian encouraged.

"But aren't you supposed to do it with someone you like?"

Adrian's expression fell into his sad, puppy dog face- that he perfected two weeks before his eighth birthday- and pouted at you.

"I like you, don't you like me?"

"For God's sake Adrian, like like!"

"Well, we love each other, right? We say it all the time. So...technically, that's stronger than like like!"

Adrian was making a lot of good points, and honestly, it wasn't like you hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss Adrian before, but you never thought it would actually happen. You didn't even know if you wanted it to happen. You'd heard all your cousins stories about how awful their first kisses were, even your mom and dad had their horror stories; so wouldn't it be a cute story to have, that your best friend was your first kiss?

"Alright fine, let's do this." You said, and Adrian made a gleeful sound. He scrambled up off the blue bag bag and grabbed your hands, pulling you off your purple one with all his strength. You were suddenly very aware of how sweaty your palms were, and you hoped Adrian didn't notice, or at least didn't mention it. Thankfully, he didn't, he was too busy rambling on about something that you couldn't hear over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as it begged to be released from its cage.

Adrian pulled his hands from yours, only to put them on your cheeks, like your face was in a vice. Your eyes widened as Adrian leaned in slowly, oh this was really about to happen, you were about to kiss Adrian, and were you feeling...butterflies? As you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours, your heart got faster, it was happening, you were about to have your first kiss...

"GUYS? ARE YOU UP HERE?"

You shrieked and pulled out of Adrian's grip, sending yourself colliding into the small table behind you, sending soda and chips flying everywhere, which ended up on you, who ended up in a heap on the floor.

Your moms head peered up through the hatch on the floor. "Dinners read- oh hon, what happened this time? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom. We'll be right down." You replied. Your mom looked at you, then at Adrian, who was trying his hardest to keep his laughter at bay. She shook her head, then disappeared back through the hatch.

Adrian took two large steps towards you and offered you his hand, but you rejected it, and pushed yourself off the floor, brushing the chips off your clothes. Adrian picked some out of your hair, before he grinned. He opened his mouth, but you clamped your hand over it before he could speak.

"We will never talk about this again." You warned, and he nodded, his eyes sparkled with amusement. You removed your hand and headed down the hatch.

"I mean it, Adrian, not a word."

16.

"Honey, I'm home!!" You heard Adrian shout as he climbed up the ladder. You wiped the tears from your eyes, but stayed curled up on the pull out couch that had replaced the bean bags last year. "Hey, I got your text, oh, you're crying. What's wrong?"

"Aaron broke up with me." You told him. "He was using me to make Megan jealous, and it worked, so they got back together."

Adrian sat down on the floor next to the couch and stroked the back of your hair. "Well, at least Megan was jealous of you, right?" You turned your head and glared at Adrian, who blinked behind his glasses. "What?"

"My boyfriend used me and then dumped me, and you think I should be happy because Megan was jealous, which means his horrible plan worked?!"

"Whoa, okay, no, that's not what I meant!" Adrian protested, bringing his hands up in mock surrender. "But, come on, you and Aaron were never gonna last."

"Wow, please, keep going, you're doing an amazing job." You said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, if your goal is to make me want to throw myself from this treehouse."

"Oh, you're being sarcastic." Adrian realised, and groaned as you covered your face with a pillow. "Again, I just meant that Aaron is a fucking dim-witted meathead who doesn't understand anything that doesn't include throwing or kicking a ball."

"But he's so handsome!" You groaned, before you started laughing. "You're right, why didn't I realise it wasn't real? Why would Aaron want me?"

Adrian pulled the pillow from your face and frowned at you. "Aaron Tully doesn't deserve you. You're smart, and funny, and pretty, sometimes a little mean, but in a fun way, and you took me under your wing, even after I cut your hair."

You laughed at the memory. Seven year old Adrian was sat behind you during reading hour. You don't remember feeling him cut your hair, but you do remember him tapping on your shoulder and handing you a fistful of your ponytail. You started crying, wailing even, and Adrian was sent to the naughty corner. The teacher calmed you down with some extra milk and cookies, and when you were feeling better, you took the cookie you had stuffed in your pocket to Adrian. "You're an idiot." You told him, and he grinned as he took the cookie from you.

"Who just cuts someone's hair instead of talking to them like a normal person?" You asked and Adrian shrugged.

"It worked didn't it?"

"So far." You replied, with a teasing smile.

"Okay, move up. We're watching a film." Adrian said, as he turned to grab the laptop from the table behind him. You sat up and swung your legs round so Adrian could sit next to you.

Half an hour into the movie, and you were pretty sure you were going to die of boredom. Adrian had chosen some action film, and your eyelids were heavy, drooping every so often before you jerked yourself awake, or Adrian made a noise at the film. You couldn't help yourself though, and soon your head was on Adrian's shoulder. He felt stiff, like he wouldn't, or couldn't, move, but his eyes stayed glued to the film. Were you pushing a boundary? You had both slept in the same bed hundreds of times, even shared the same sleeping bag on camping trips, was this different somehow? You lifted your head up slightly, to ease Adrian up, ignoring the rejected feeling in your chest.

"You, uh, don't have to move." Adrian told you, his voice a little louder than a whisper and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He looked nervous, his eyes still fixed on the laptop screen, but you could tell he wasn't paying attention to the film.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You replied, matching his tone. You weren't sure what was happening, but something in the air had shifted, as had Adrian. He was now staring at you, with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. It was then you started to notice just how handsome Adrian was getting. He had always been cute, but he was now handsome, and you pouted; how long until other people realize too, or even worse, Adrian himself realizes he doesn't need you anymore?

"You are the only person who you could never, ever make me feel uncomfortable." Adrian replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you, I think I'd last less than a day!"

You giggled and shook your head, "You're an idiot." You said, and Adrian grinned. Neither of you had realized how close you had gotten, so close that you could feel Adrian's breath on your cheek. "Adrian, what are we doing?" You asked.

"I don't know, should we stop?"

"I don't know." You said. The truth was, you didn't want to stop. After you almost kissed when you were fourteen, you had both stayed true to not talking about it, but you hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. For two years, you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian, you didn't know if you had a crush on him, or if it was just a weird teenage feeling. You'd been feeling a lot of things recently.

"I think I'm going to kiss you now." Adrian whispered, and your stomach exploded with the bubbly, butterfly feeling.

"Okay." You whispered. You closed your eyes and held your breath, and Adrian leaned forward ever so slightly...

You both jumped as your phone vibrated loudly against the wood floor. Adrian toppled off the couch as you reached over and grabbed the phone to answer it.

"Hello?" You answered, completely out of breath, your heart racing.

"Are you home? I forgot my keys." Your dad asked.

"I'm coming dad." You replied, practically throwing yourself down the treehouse hatch without looking at Adrian.

"Thanks, love. Did I interrupt you?" Your dad asked, once you opened the door and let him in.

"No, don't worry." You replied, before muttering under your breath " I think you stopped me from making a mistake."

18.

You had no idea how this party got out of hand. You had only invited a handful of people, yet you had a house full of people, most who you didn't know. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, apart from you; being the hostess wasn't like you were thought it would be, instead of drinking and having fun with your friends, you were running round making sure nothing was broken, or being stolen. Not to mention, you hadn't seen Adrian all night, which was completely bumming you out.

After the hundredth time of shouting at a random joke for almost breaking your mom's favorite vase, you had hit your breaking point. You grabbed a plastic bag from under the sink, filled it with snacks, then snatched a bottle of vodka from the island -one that you definitely didn't supply for the party- and headed to your sanctuary; the treehouse.

You hadn't been up there in a while, you'd been busy with your part time job at the library and figuring out what to do with your life. Your parents weren't exactly thrilled that you'd chosen not to attend college just yet, but at least they were being supportive. They'd even heavily suggested that you throw a party, that it would make you feel better, give you a chance to let your hair down. You didn't know why you thought it was a good idea, maybe it was because you were sick of missing Adrian, and it seemed like an easy way to get drunk.

You opened the treehouse hatch, rolled the bottle of vodka across the wooden floor, threw the bag of snacks in the same direction and hauled yourself up. When you turned around, you were surprised to see Adrian, sitting on the couch. It had been a while since you'd seen each other, and when you did, it was awkward. You couldn't speak for why Adrian was being distant, but you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian for a few years, and since the situation with Aaron, it had only become more so. Every time you saw him, your chest tightened and nausea hit. You were eighteen, how were you still dealing with these stupid schoolgirl crush feelings?

"Hey stranger." You finally said. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, sorry, it got a little crowded down there." Adrian replied, and you nodded as you pursed your lips. "Okay, what's wrong?" Adrian asked.

"Nothing, nothing." You insisted. "I just, didnt think you came, you know, I looked everywhere for you."

"Well, you found me." Adrian said. He was acting weird, he was averting his eyes, looking everywhere but at you. Everything felt like it was going wrong; you didnt know what you were going to do with your life, you couldn't throw a party right, and now your best friend of eleven years wouldn't even look at you.

You rolled your eyes and made your way across the treehouse, kicking the vodka over to the mattress on the floor. You threw yourself down and cracked open the bottle, welcoming the burning the vodka left in your throat. You offered Adrian the bottle silently, which he accepted, making a face after taking a large sip.

"Did you hear about Rebecca Marsh?" Adrian asked, passing the bottle back to you. You shook your head as you took another drink. Adrian got a glint in his eyes and he crawled off the couch and over to you on the mattress. "She got kicked out of Harvard!"

"Fuck off, no!" You squealed, and Adrian nodded furiously as he took the bottle from you. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, something about a party that got out of control, drugs and the police were involved!"

"Oh, wow." You shook your head. "You know, you're supposed to dress up for a Halloween party."

"Who says?" Adrian asked, passing the half empty bottle of vodka back to you.

"Come on, you used to love dressing up for Halloween!"

"Yeah, when it was just you and me, and not a bunch of people I don't know who will judge me! Besides, your costume isn't exactly a game-changer is it?" Adrian laughed. "You look real good as a witch though."

You smiled slyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear. You weren't sure if it was the vodka, or your confusing feelings, but you were pretty sure Adrian was flirting with you. You took another drink from the bottle instead of replying, mainly because you weren't sure what you should say. Adrian didn't notice though, he just kept talking.

"You look real good in anything though. Maybe if I had told you more we'd still be close." Adrian mused, and you frowned. You put the bottle down and grabbed Adrians face, smushing his cheeks together as you stared into his wide drunk eyes with your own.

"Adrian, you are not the reason we haven't been spending time together. I've just been stressed, and confused and I thought-"

"Confused about what?" Adrian asked, his speech muffled slightly. You let go of his face and stood up as you took another sip of the drink, avoiding his gaze, and his question. "Hey, talk to me!" Adrian insisted. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to face him.

You groaned loudly and rolled your head, cracking your neck as you did so. "It's nothing, okay! I just missed you, and I was beginning to think, after everything these past few years that-" You stopped and looked at Adrian, worry etched across his face as he waited for you to finish. "-I thought I was losing my best friend." At least you told him half the truth.

Adrian's eyebrows knitted together and he took your hands in his. "What? You think it's gonna be that easy to get rid of me? These past few years have been...weird, but that's just stupid teenager stuff, right? We'll always be okay." Adrian promised.

"Wow, when did you get so wise?" You chuckled.

"I guess all those years being around you rubbed off on me." Adrian said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh, wait, hold still."

You did as you were told, and when Adrian lifted his finger to your cheek, your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered closed. He gently grazed his finger just under your eye, & when you opened them, he had an eyelash on his fingertip.

"Make a wish." He whispered. You blew the eyelash away, and Adrian placed his hand on your cheek

"Adrian...we're drunk." You warned.

"So? You don't wanna do this?" He whispered.

"I just don't think we should. It's not the right time." You replied.

"It never is, so why not now?" Adrian's finger traced your cheekbone, and you inhaled through your nose. Fuck it, you were both drunk, but it was clear you both wanted this.

Suddenly, the hatch door opened. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" You shouted, turning to the hatch, eyes wide as Melissa waved from the hatch.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt but....the police are kicking everyone out. You better come down." Melissa informed you, before waving and disappearing. You smiled apologetically at Adrian, before following Melissa. You felt deflated, like the world was against you and Adrian, that you were cursed.

21.

"Call Adrian. Call Adrian! Ugh, stupid phone!" You said to yourself. You had been on one your first -and last for a while- night out for your twenty-first, and of course you'd left your keys at home. Which would've been fine, if your parents hadn't locked the front door before going to bed. It was three am, and there was no way in hell you were waking them up by banging on the front door, demanding to be let in. You sat under the tree, and opened up Adrian's texts, before deciding to send him a voice note.

"Heyyyy, Adrian, bestie. So, I just got home, and I'm locked out of my house. I think I'm going to have to sleep in the treehouse, but there's a....thirty...no, eighty percent chance that I'm going to fall off the ladder and die. On my twenty-first birthday. Figures, right. I don't know why you didn't come tonight, but I wish you had, I wanted to spend my birthday with you, especially since I'm...you know, that thing we're not discussing for some reason. Anyway, hope this does wake you."

You hit send, then stood up, kicked off your heels, and climbed up the ladder, slowly. It took you ten minutes to get up the ladder, and once you were in the treehouse, you flung yourself onto the floor. "Oh my God, I didn't die!" You said gleefully to yourself. You crawled across the floor to the mattress, and got under the very fluffy blanket on top of it.

You couldn't believe Adrian hadn't turned up tonight. You wanted to be mad at him, to shout at him and make him feel guilty for missing your big milestone, but you just couldn't. It was hard to be mad at your best friend, when you knew you were leaving town. It wasn't for long, a few months, at least, but it was a good worming opportunity, and those didn't come round often when you weren't in college. You and Adrian hadn't spoken about it, apart from when you initially told him. He'd acted supportive, he'd told you to go for it, that he was proud of you, and he gave you a hug; a hug that felt like he didn't want to let go. But then, nothing. He didn't bring it up, and neither did you, although you really wanted to. You wanted to tell him that nothing was going to change, that he'd always be your best friend, but you couldn't bring yourself to bring it up.

"Okay, I'm guessing your up here, because your shoes and bag are on the grass down there."

You pulled the blanket from over your head and grinned as Adrian peered over the hatch. "What are you doing here? It's three am!" You asked, and Adrian held his phone up.

"You sent me this very drunk voice note about how you were about to possibly die while climbing into here."

"I did? Huh, I don't remember that. Weird." You shrugged and lay back down on the mattress. "Hey, come join me. We won't be able to do this for much longer."

"Don't remind me." Adrian muttered as he joined you under the blanket. You lay on your side and stared at Adrian as he settled under the blanket. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just looking at you Adrian."

"No, you're looking at me like you looked at Orlando Bloom when we watched Pirates of the Caribbean." Adrian replied. "Why?"

"I'm not meaning to!" You said, a little too loudly. "I'm just- when did you get so pretty?"

Adrian just stared ahead, and you in your drunk state weren't sure if you'd actually said that out loud. You hadn't meant to, but you also didn't regret it, and you would absolutely repeat it if he asked you to. Besides, you were drunk and leaving in three days, if Adrian didnt want to see you again, he didn’t have to. Even if it would break you.

"You're drunk." Adrian finally said, and you scoffed.

"Two things can be true, Adrian. You're my best friend, if I can't tell you that you're pretty, who can?"

"You're right. I've never been called pretty before." Adrian said, a hint of red spreading across his cheeks. You beamed, and you pinched his cheek softly.

"Well, you're the prettiest." You told him. "Can I ask you something?"

Adrian turned his body to match your position, "Shoot."

"Why didn't you come tonight?" You didn't want to ruin the mood, but it had been eating at you all night, it was a reason you got as drunk as you had. Adrian took a deep breath, staring intensely at you.

"I had to work." He said. You let out one single laugh, and rolled your eyes. "What? I did!"

"That's such a weak excuse Adrian. You've been avoiding me for ages now, I just thought it would be different tonight, considering it's a pretty big birthday!"

"I'm not, I mean- I just- ugh!" Adrian turned to face the ceiling and put his hands over his head. "I'm trying to get used to not being with you!"

"Oh." Your heart sank and a lump started to form in your throat. "We're still gonna talk everyday!"

"You say that now, but will we? Everything's changing too fast, and I don't like it."

You pulled Adrian's hands from his face and turned his head to you. With your hand on his cheek, you shook your head. "If you think I can go a single day without talking to you, you're an idiot. I need you, Adrian. I've only ever needed you."

Adrian's breath hitched in his throat, and he ran his tongue over his lips nervously. I'm gonna do it, you thought, it's now or never.

You leaned forward ever so slightly, your hand still on Adrian's face. He watched with huge, wide eyes as you came closer, his eyes frantically darting to your lips and back up. At the last second though, he turned away. "Don't."

You pulled your hand from his cheek and stood up, embarrassment and rejection had sobered you up completely. "I'm sorry, I thought you-"

"No, I do!" Adrian exclaimed, scrambling off the mattress.

"Yeah, it seems like it." You scoffed. "Look it's fine, let's just forget about it, okay? I've been drinking, it brought some stuff up, I misread, well, everything. It's whatever."

"It's not whatever!" Adrian groaned, throwing his arms up. "Of course I've thought about it, I have for years! But you're drunk, and I'm not, and it's just not the right time!"

"So when is then? Because it wasn't tonight, and it wasn't three years ago, so when is?!"

"Then maybe there isn't a right time. Maybe we missed it."

You had always thought that Aaron Tully had broken your heart at aged 16, but that was nothing compared to how you felt right now. "What are you saying?"

"That maybe we missed our chance." Adrian confirmed. "Maybe we were doomed from the start."

"Right, yeah." You tried to swallow lump in your throat, but it just got bigger, and you turned away Adrian, refusing to let him see your eyes filling up. "I should go." Adrian said softly, and you nodded your head.

Adrian threw himself against your back and wrapped his arms around you. "I'll come see you before you leave, okay?" You nodded again, not able to trust your voice. Only when you heard the hatch close did you let the tears escape as you crumbled to the floor.

25.

You were talking with your aunts when you saw him from across the room, and your heart almost exploded. After three years of not seeing him, he was a sight to behold. He hadn't changed, not really, he was still the Adrian you grew up with, but there was something different about him; you just couldn't put your finger on it. Your aunts pulled you back into the conversation, but you weren't paying much attention. You interjected with little mumbles and murmurs of acknowledgement here and there, but you couldn't take your eyes off Adrian as you watched him greet your parents. Then your eyes met, and you waved slightly. Adrian grinned, and you swear it brightened up the room. You reciprocated the smile, and got back to the conversation just in time, as one of your aunts began to ask about your job.

You made it to eleven before you could no longer deal with your relatives. You loved them very much- and when your parents told you they were throwing a New Years party, you jumped at the chance to come home and see everyone- but if one more person asked you about your relationship status, you'd drink yourself to death. So after another depressing conversation about how scarily close to 30 you were and how scarily single you were, you slipped out into the back garden and climbed up the ladder to your old favourite space.

It had been years since you'd been up here, even when you were spending weekends at home, you avoided the treehouse like the plague, you wouldn't even look at it. It reminded you of Adrian, and although you called each other and texted all the time, it hadn't felt the same since your twenty-first birthday. You pushed at the hatch and hauled yourself up, and as you turned around, you almost fell back down the hole in fright.

"Fuck! Adrian, you scared me!" You yelled, and Adrian jumped up.

"I'm so sorry! You know how I am with parties, and I thought I'd see how this place was holding up without me." Adrian said. He ran his finger over the coffee table and held up his dusty finger. "Looks great."

"It has been a while since it's been used." You said. "Dad had the idea to tear it down, but I wouldn't let him." You replied. "That's not the only thing that's been a while."

"What are you- Ohhhh, us! I mean- just that it's been a while since we've been face to face."

"Yeah," You chuckled. It was awkward, and you absolutely hated it. How had it come to this? You were once inseperable, a package deal, and now you could barely be in the same room together. It didn't help that he looked so good. His glasses now framed his face, and they didn't hide his stupidly beautiful eyes. "Hey, you want a drink?" Adrian asked, and when you wavered, he tilted his head and frowned. "Oh come on, it's New Year, have a drink!"

You smiled and took the bottle of beer from Adrian, and you noticed that his once stick-thin arms were now huge. You gulped and licked your lips and turned away from Adrian before heading to the window. Was it hot in here? Adrian followed and sat next to you, tilting the bottle towards you. You clinked the two bottles together before taking a drink, and you sighed. "So, how have you been?"

"Good, yeah. I'm still working at Fennel Fields, and I've even got a side job too."

"A side job? Doing what?"

"Oh, just stuff. Remember Christopher Smith?"

"Guts friend? The racist guy who calls himself Peacemaker? Isn't he locked up?"

"He is. But we became friends before he left. We used to hang out and everything." Adrian said, and you frowned.

"Why are you hanging out with him? Adrian, he was such a dick to you, and to everyone else in school! What could you possibly be doing with him?"

"He's changed, mostly." Adrian insisted, and he ignored when you rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Well, anything else new?" You asked.

"Not really. I've had some threesomes here and there, but-"

You chose the wrong time to take a drink, and you spluttered as you choked. Adrian began to slap your back, and you batted his hand away. "You've had threesomes?! With who?!"

"Me, Chris and who-"

"Nope, no, stop! I don't wanna know!" You shouted, covering your ears with your hands. "Oh God, I need something stronger than beer right now."

You could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside you, and you needed to push it down, quick. The thought of Adrian...you didn't want to think about it anymore, but it was all you could think about. Between that revelation, the way he looked and the feelings you were battling to keep at bay, your mind was melting with inappropriate thoughts.

"You alright?" Adrian asked, and you nodded.

"I'm just, uh- I'm just thinking about my ex." You replied, quickly. When Adrian groaned, you scoffed. "What's your problem?"

"I just don't want to hear about your sexual conquests." Adrian said, and you turned to him, your mouth agape.

"Oh, so you get to drop that you've had multiple threesomes since we last saw each other, but I mention one date and you cringe?!"

"I didn't cringe! I just-"

"You just what, Adrian? What could possibly-"

"I don't wanna think about you with other people!" Adrian yelled over you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it instead. You smirked slightly and shook your head, before you looked around the grimy treehouse. Nothing had changed in here, apart from a few bits of furniture that had been changed, yet you and Adrian were different people now; in some ways at least. "Remember when we had a sleepover for Halloween, and stole all the candy for the trick-or-treaters?" You asked Adrian, who laughed loudly.

"Of course! Your mom was so mad at us!"

"Yeah, so were our stomachs!"

"The floor was never the same either." Adrian added.

"Okay, what's your favourite treehouse memory?" You asked. Adrian hummed as he pondered your question, and you took a sip of beer as you watched him. You couldn't stop the corner of your lip from turning up when you noticed he still scrunched his nose when he spoke; the way the corner of his eyes crinkled; the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating.

"Oh I know!" Adrian exclaimed, a sparkle in his eye, and you leaned forward with anticipation, your elbows rested on your knees. "When I was almost your first kiss, but your mom interrupted us, and you fell over!"

"Well, mines about to be when I throw you out this window!" You gasped and laughed. As Adrian smirked at you, you attempted to geab his arm, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, resulting in you being on top of Adrian as he lay on the floor.

The atmosphere in the treehouse went from being light-hearted and fun, to serious and heart-racing. You bit your lip as Adrian looked up at you. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this close, if you'd ever been, but you were afraid of moving, of saying or doing the wrong thing and ruining whatever this moment was.

"My real favourite memory," Adrian said, softly, almost like he was choosing his words carefully, "was when you made us watch that Heath Ledger rom-com."

"Wait a minute, your favourite memory, out of every single memory we've made in this place, is when I forced you to watch Ten Things I Hate About You?!"

Adrian shrugged and smiled shyly, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he stared up at you, with those adorable, wide eyes of his. "We were sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn on the mattress, and just as I realized you hadn't slapped my arm or tell me a fact about the scene in about seven minutes, I felt your head drop to my shoulder. I turned to look at you and you were asleep, it was adorable," Adrian paused, then added, "and the first time I realized I might be in love with you."

You sat up, forgetting you were on top of Adrian, and you stared at him, your arms crossed. "That…that was when we were seventeen. What- you- what? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you were my best friend! I didn't know if I was just confusing my feelings, or if I was what I was feeling was real, and our friendship was more important than whatever I was feeling."

"So, why now?" You questioned, dropping your arms and posture from the defensive position you'd found yourself in, and as Adrian sat up, you found yourself completely on his lap.

"When I saw you tonight, I realized we'd spent too much time apart. I was up here thinking about you, building up the courage to come and speak to you. God, do you know how much I miss you? The phone calls and texts just aren't enough for me. I didn't tell you what was going on before because I was scared, and I didn't wanna lose you, and I told you I didn't think it was the right time. Turns out, I lost you anyway. I know too much has changed, but my feelings never did."

You didn't want to say anything, there were no words that could ever convey how you were feeling right now. Adrian's eyes were full of fear, he could barely look at you. There was only one thing you wanted to do, and you were going to do it. There was only one thing, one person who could stop you; you just hoped he wouldn't. You put your hand on his cheek and guided him to look at you.

"Adrian," you whispered, "this is the right time."

Adrian didn't waste a single second. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, and you held his face in your hands. As your lips finally touched, fireworks began to go off outside, illuminating you both as you melted into one another. Everything finally felt right, after eleven years and five attempts, the universe finally allowing you both the one thing you'd wanted for as long as you could remember.

"We finally found the right time." Adrian mumbled into your lips, and you grinned as he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Happy New Year, babe."

You pouted for another kiss which Adrian happily granted. "Happy New Year, Adrian."

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